Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[LupusArgentea]

@ Dragonflight; On 'The Peace Doll', wouldn't it be five instead of four? If Maria didn't have a dad, maybe, but the doll implies Maria has both parents. If I'm wrong, just let me know. ;3

[KumyaKuma]

I think only her parents were killed and her Uncle and Aunt .My sister told me that one a couple years I'll ask her latter

[Li Syaoran]

i dont get it, why did the boy die when he passed on the story

[Erille]

correct

please just say your looking for some stories pasta has nothing to do with this thread

Creepy pasta is a website that has scary stories.

if you read a lot of my posts I make up most of my stories so I was going to stalk Creepy Pasta . com to look for stories since my inspiration is fried right now.

[dannydevito]

Umm ok ?
Whatever anyways

Who's herd of everthingscary.com

[Araviir]

we know what creepypasta is, but it's still spam to just post that you're looking for stories.

Failed rituals
I really wish I had left that f***ing light switch alone. Who would have thought the flick of a switch could mean the difference between life and death. Actually everyone’s thought that. That’s why I turned it on. Stupid little rituals that we take from childhood. The light will chase the monsters away, the blanket over your head will save you from the boogie man. And you just get more of these rituals as you get older. As long as you lock the doors and turn on the home security system, you can rest your head happily in your cozy little fortified home. No killers or psychos, monsters or boogie men.

But it doesn’t work. None of it. We always slip up some how. The one time you forget to lock that door. That’s when they get you. I would have been sound asleep if I hadn’t been woken by the loud slam as the front door blew open. I stumbled out of bed and down the hall to see it swinging back and forth. I moved quickly down the hall to secure it. A moment of panic swelled inside of me. My home felt like a crime scene. It wasn’t my safe little sanctum anymore.

Despite the overwhelming feeling of intrusion, there was no sign of disruption. Just the door. Just my careless mistake. I couldn’t comprehend it at first. It had to be a burglar or some psycho. I looked around the rest of the house. Checking every cupboard, every crevice. Nothing. I felt stupid but relieved. I just wanted to get back to bed, to forget this whole embarrassment. I flung myself back down on my bed, closed my eyes for just a second. I sat back up. There was no way I’d fall asleep unless I double-checked that I locked the door this time. I mean I was sure I had done it this time but I felt this was justified paranoia.

I got to the door and twisted the handle roughly about a dozen times, each time feeling the resistance of the lock. I smiled. Safe. I turned on my heels to go back to bed. But it was just a glimpse, a flicker of something in my peripheral vision that sent me swinging back into a panic. A shadow from the kitchen. I rushed in only to be confronted by my normal kitchen, bathed in moonlight. I sighed, questioned my sanity and decided that this, the longest night of my life must end. I went towards the bedroom once more. Another odd shadow crossed my path. As a shiver traveled down my spine, my tired mind braced apathetic denial and decided that it was probably the neighbors cat passing by the moonlit window.

I sat wide awake in my bed. Trying to lull myself to sleep. Counting in my head until I might eventually nod off. But everytime I closed my eyes that feeling of intrusion was still there. The hands of something unseen looming above my head. Every creak and every shadow filled my mind with the dread of my childhood. Those nights after being tucked in by my parents. Those same fearful thoughts of lurking terror. But it was nothing… right? More creaks. More movement in the shadows. I turned and pushed my face into the pillow. I felt something brush passed my foot which stuck awkwardly out from under my blanket.

I jolted upright, looking deeply into the darkness. Swirling shadows. The monsters. The boogie men. I felt around sheepishly for my phone. The dull light of the screen could put me at ease. Nothing on the nightstand and when my fingers roamed around the edge of the bed, instinctively I retracted them for fear of the unknown. I was alone but in the shadows I saw them, the monsters. Inky abominable beasts.

It was the only thing I thought could help me. I lunged from the bed directly at the switch. My palm slammed down on it and the room erupted into light. My eyes burned momentarily and I glanced round the room. Empty. Safe. Just paranoia. I shook my head and hit the switch once more. Climbing into bed in the pitch black. No shadows without my nightvision. But now I hear them. I can’t see them now. I don’t know what they want but I know I can’t leave. The rituals have failed. They’re on the other side of this blanket and all I can do now is hope that they’re gone in the morning.

[dannydevito]

My friend had a ouija board but her aunt through it away but the next day it was on her bed when they came back from town then they took it to the dump and when they got back from throwing it away it was on her bed again.
Then they finally burned it.

[Harpy•]

{{Pinewin Chan, I hate to be mini-moddish, but if you don't mind, would you edit the swearing from the story? It's really not that mild, and there are most likely children browsing this thread. ^.^}}

[dannydevito]

{{Pinewin Chan, I hate to be mini-moddish, but if you don't mind, would you edit the swearing from the story? It's really not that mild, and there are most likely children browsing this thread. ^.^}}

yea i agree and its fine if you see someone writing a story with swearing in it or anything sexual please let me or chagups no or just tell them to edit

[hunter172]

Made this one up... not my best work.

How Angel Creek was renamed Devil's Creek

It was a bright day. Children were playing and laughing. Parents smiled adoringly at them. Dogs romped playfully under the large branches of the park trees. It was a perfect day, just like everyday in Angel Creek. Every person had a toothy grin and cheery eyes.
Pies were baked and stories shared. A favorite of the younger kids was, 'How Devil Creek became Angel Creek.' It was a dark story, though it had a happy ending. Everyone in Angel Creek loved a happy ending.
The elders in Angel Creek knew better. They knew the apocalypse would be coming soon, it had been 66 years.
You see, every 66 years, the devil comes back to eat the souls of the innocent. The one's who knew it was true, left a few days before the apocalypse and returned when it was over. The one's who didn't believe stayed and were killed.

The scariest thing, is that it could be a marvelous sunny day one minute, then terror and darkness.
The devil came on that bright day. Everything turned black. People were screaming and running and hiding. Trying to escape. The devil ran and took the souls. Becoming stronger by the minute.

Every 66 years, Angel Creek is renamed Devil's Creek. It stay's that way for 66 days, then when it is bright again, it is Angel Creek.

Until another 66 years.




-Melodie