Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Chara Dreemurr]

There's a bridge called "Covert's Crossing" or "Covert's Bridge" up in New Castle. A young couple had gotten married on Halloween. Around midnight, they were riding in a horse drawn carriage across the bridge at the same time a car was. The bridge was only one lane, so by the time they saw each other it was too late. Story has it that they crashed and the hubcap of the car flew off, decapitating the bride. The police never found her head or the body of the groom. Its been said that if you sit on the bridge on Halloween night around midnight, you can see the headless bride standing on some rocks in the river. However they don't know if she is looking for her head or her lost love.

[dannydevito]

oh i have read that before

[Chara Dreemurr]

It was just a regular library, but when night strikes, it becomes alive and extremely spooky. Three girls came for research and stayed overtime. When midnight approached, the girls had no intention of researching anymore because they soon discovered that there was no way out. The books started screaming loudly and the girls were petrified. When they turned around, the third girl was hung from a tree and we saw the blood streaming down her head! It was too scary to watch. We soon split up to find an exit, but when I turned to show my friend that the book was alive, I saw her dead with a stabbed back! I was the only survivor and it was only a matter of time before they would kill me. I quickly turned around and I saw--

[Harpy•]

That story was...for lack of a better word, okay. It went from third person to first person, which isn't good and makes it hard to follow. If you elaborated more on the exact situation and used a bit more detail while keeping it in either first or third person, not both, then it would probably be a good story. ^.^

[Chara Dreemurr]

I had found it on a website X3

[Harpy•]

Ah. That explains it. xxDDD

[Chara Dreemurr]

Almost 100 pages!

[Erille]

I'm going to go stalk creepy pasta

[Chara Dreemurr]

*joins*

[KumyaKuma]

This is not me cause i'm a girl
I SEE YOU!!
My name is David and I'm currently 19. I have never and will not ever forget that night.

Five years ago, while still living with my parents something happened to me that I cannot explain.

It was a normal Saturday night composed of me talking to my girlfriend, and watching scary movies. That day had been quite tiring so I was going to lay down early. I went to my closet and put on some sleeping clothes. Then I shut my door, turned off the lights and started watching TV.

A couple of hours into one of my favorite shows I dozed off, but not before setting a sleep timer. The TV was set to shut off in exactly 2 hours.

I woke up. I looked over at my clock and it was 4 A.M. My TV was off which was weird because it had not been two hours yet. I heard a scratching at my door after a couple of seconds of being conscious. This is a normal occurrence since my dog does that every time he wants to be let in.

Being a little annoyed by having to get up I went over to my door and started to open it. But when I had cracked it just a little bit I heard my dog snoring downstairs.

I thought it was weird but not freaky enough to ruin my night. Then I got a sudden and immense urge to go to the bathroom. Once I finished, I walked over to the mirror only to have it fog up as if somebody was breathing on it, but I was not breathing at the time.

Getting pretty freaked out by now I hurried back to my room and flipped on the lights. They flickered but they stayed on. I decided to search my room for any type of weapon I could use. Finding a pocket knife I then looked for my TV remote so I could watch TV. I had a feeling that it was under the bed and I reached to grab it.

I found the remote, but on the underside of the bed the air was cold. It made the hair on my arms raise.

I tried to turn on the TV but I couldn't, it just wouldn't work. I gave up and tried to fall asleep so I turned off the lights and laid back down.

Minutes later there was a tugging at my blankets as they were being pulled off of me. I looked at the foot of my bed to see the shape of a mans head, but it was strange. It was smiling with a crooked grin and it had horns.

I threw my opened pocket knife at it and the thing at the foot of my bed disappeared.

I got up to turn on the lights. Then as if I was being held still I couldn't move. Then suddenly as soon as that happened, it stopped and I hit the light switch.

The lights came on but the room was different.There were scratches on the walls written in different types of symbols.The closet had symbols that I recognized scratched into it.

A pentagram, the number 616 and a message saying, "I see you, and I will always be watching."

I have not told this story to anyone until this day.