Scary stories **Halloween edition**

So we all know Halloweens nearly here. To get siked up for it, we need to tell some scary stories. They could be true, made up, found on the net or one of your own personal stories.

Any pictures or videos would be nice.

**EDIT** For some of you who are confused. I did make a topic similar to this one. Except the other ones are about ghost stories you've experience, not that someone else did. And they have to be true not made up.

One time I went to the Off-Topic Forum :o *DUH DUH DUUUHHHHH!!!!!*

:P

Um let's see...... Nope, other than that, I got nothing. :(

OK, there's one:

One night, yo deside to go to a club. You meet a nice girl, and you go to your place and do what GS mods will censor out anyway, so use you imagination. So, the next morning you wake up... AND SHE'S STILL THERE *AAGH* AND SHE WANTS TO MAKE YOU EGGS *AAAAAAGH* AND YOU SAY YOU NEED TO GO AND YOU CAN CALL HER A CAB, BUT SHE SAYS SHE CAN DRIVE YOU *AAAAGGGGHHHH*

PS Sorry, i just watched Fanily Guy....

You just made a topic pretty much the same as this.scarymovie5

I know :lol:

Except the other one the stories have to be true ones, and personal (ones you've experienced). And they're more focused on ghost stories.

heres a scary movie some friends and i made for school http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2b1D5w82yUhiggydiggy

AAGGHH SO SCARRYYY!!!!

Here are some good ones.....

"A baby girl is mysteriously dropped off at an orphanage in Cleveland in 1945. "Jane" grows up lonely and dejected, not knowing who her parents are, until one day in 1963 she is strangely attracted to a drifter. She falls in love with him, but just when things are looking up for Jane a series of disasters strikes: First, she becomes pregnant by the drifter, who then disappears. Second, during the complicated delivery doctors discover that Jane has both sets of sex organs, and to save her life, they most surgically convert "her" to a "him." Finally, a mysterious stranger kidnaps her baby from the delivery room.

Reeling from these disasters, rejected from society, scorned by fate, "he" becomes a drunkard and a drifter. Not only has Jane lost her parents and her lover, but he has lost his only child as well. Years later, in 1970, he stumbles into a lonely bar, called Pop's Place, and spills out his pathetic story to an elderly bartender. The sympathetic bartender offers the drifter the chance to avenge the stranger who left her pregnant and abandoned, on the condition that he join the "time traveller corps." Both of them enter a time machine and the bartender drops the drifter off in 1963. The drifter is strangely attracted to a young orphan girl, who subsequently becomes pregnant.

The bartender then goes forward 9 months, kidnaps the baby girl from the hospital, and drops the baby off in an orphanage back in 1945. Then the bartender drops off the thoroughly confused drifter in 1985, to enlist in the time traveller corps. The drifter eventually gets his life together and becomes respected and elderly member of the time traveller corps, and then disguises himself as a bartender and has his most difficult mission: a date with destiny, meeting a certain drifter at Pop's Place in 1970."

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"I've always had a terrible fear of being submerged completely in water. Not that I can't swim or anything. My dad made me learn; he said I almost drowned when I was really young.
I was afraid of it because, for as long as I can remember, whenever I am under water and look up at the surface I see a woman reaching down to me with a warm smile, with glowing golden hair and dark blue eyes. Even if its just in a bathtub. It wasn't an odd occurrance, it was every single time. Thinking about it after would freak me out, which is why I avoided it, but at the time she always made me feel like everything was alright.

I never told my dad about it as a kid, but I did ask him about my mom. He never wanted to talk about her. Sometimes he even got mad at me for trying too hard to bring it up.

It was only recently that I described this apparition to him. He nearly drove into a telephone pole; obviously he knew something. I asked him, again, about my mom. He still would say much, except that she died when I was very young, and that she loved me very much. He also admitted that her hair and eyes were those colors, just like mine.

So I did some research on my own, looking up her name for myself on my birth certificate and trying to find any references I could, any news clips about a boy nearly drowning, any thing. I mostly wanted a picture, something I could match to my guardian angel.

Today, burried in our town library, I found it. The article was about a psyche patient escaping and jumping off a bridge.

It turns out my mom spent the last two years of her life in a mental institution, starting right after I was born, after she tried to drown me in a bath tub."

Here are some good ones.....

"A baby girl is mysteriously dropped off at an orphanage in Cleveland in 1945. "Jane" grows up lonely and dejected, not knowing who her parents are, until one day in 1963 she is strangely attracted to a drifter. She falls in love with him, but just when things are looking up for Jane a series of disasters strikes: First, she becomes pregnant by the drifter, who then disappears. Second, during the complicated delivery doctors discover that Jane has both sets of sex organs, and to save her life, they most surgically convert "her" to a "him." Finally, a mysterious stranger kidnaps her baby from the delivery room.

Reeling from these disasters, rejected from society, scorned by fate, "he" becomes a drunkard and a drifter. Not only has Jane lost her parents and her lover, but he has lost his only child as well. Years later, in 1970, he stumbles into a lonely bar, called Pop's Place, and spills out his pathetic story to an elderly bartender. The sympathetic bartender offers the drifter the chance to avenge the stranger who left her pregnant and abandoned, on the condition that he join the "time traveller corps." Both of them enter a time machine and the bartender drops the drifter off in 1963. The drifter is strangely attracted to a young orphan girl, who subsequently becomes pregnant.

The bartender then goes forward 9 months, kidnaps the baby girl from the hospital, and drops the baby off in an orphanage back in 1945. Then the bartender drops off the thoroughly confused drifter in 1985, to enlist in the time traveller corps. The drifter eventually gets his life together and becomes respected and elderly member of the time traveller corps, and then disguises himself as a bartender and has his most difficult mission: a date with destiny, meeting a certain drifter at Pop's Place in 1970."

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"I've always had a terrible fear of being submerged completely in water. Not that I can't swim or anything. My dad made me learn; he said I almost drowned when I was really young.
I was afraid of it because, for as long as I can remember, whenever I am under water and look up at the surface I see a woman reaching down to me with a warm smile, with glowing golden hair and dark blue eyes. Even if its just in a bathtub. It wasn't an odd occurrance, it was every single time. Thinking about it after would freak me out, which is why I avoided it, but at the time she always made me feel like everything was alright.

I never told my dad about it as a kid, but I did ask him about my mom. He never wanted to talk about her. Sometimes he even got mad at me for trying too hard to bring it up.

It was only recently that I described this apparition to him. He nearly drove into a telephone pole; obviously he knew something. I asked him, again, about my mom. He still would say much, except that she died when I was very young, and that she loved me very much. He also admitted that her hair and eyes were those colors, just like mine.

So I did some research on my own, looking up her name for myself on my birth certificate and trying to find any references I could, any news clips about a boy nearly drowning, any thing. I mostly wanted a picture, something I could match to my guardian angel.

Today, burried in our town library, I found it. The article was about a psyche patient escaping and jumping off a bridge.

It turns out my mom spent the last two years of her life in a mental institution, starting right after I was born, after she tried to drown me in a bath tub."

Wolf-avatar

that top one was not really that scary but it was really cool. actually both of those stories were really cool. do you have anymore like them?

Here are some good ones.....

"A baby girl is mysteriously dropped off at an orphanage in Cleveland in 1945. "Jane" grows up lonely and dejected, not knowing who her parents are, until one day in 1963 she is strangely attracted to a drifter. She falls in love with him, but just when things are looking up for Jane a series of disasters strikes: First, she becomes pregnant by the drifter, who then disappears. Second, during the complicated delivery doctors discover that Jane has both sets of sex organs, and to save her life, they most surgically convert "her" to a "him." Finally, a mysterious stranger kidnaps her baby from the delivery room.

Reeling from these disasters, rejected from society, scorned by fate, "he" becomes a drunkard and a drifter. Not only has Jane lost her parents and her lover, but he has lost his only child as well. Years later, in 1970, he stumbles into a lonely bar, called Pop's Place, and spills out his pathetic story to an elderly bartender. The sympathetic bartender offers the drifter the chance to avenge the stranger who left her pregnant and abandoned, on the condition that he join the "time traveller corps." Both of them enter a time machine and the bartender drops the drifter off in 1963. The drifter is strangely attracted to a young orphan girl, who subsequently becomes pregnant.

The bartender then goes forward 9 months, kidnaps the baby girl from the hospital, and drops the baby off in an orphanage back in 1945. Then the bartender drops off the thoroughly confused drifter in 1985, to enlist in the time traveller corps. The drifter eventually gets his life together and becomes respected and elderly member of the time traveller corps, and then disguises himself as a bartender and has his most difficult mission: a date with destiny, meeting a certain drifter at Pop's Place in 1970."

_____

"I've always had a terrible fear of being submerged completely in water. Not that I can't swim or anything. My dad made me learn; he said I almost drowned when I was really young.
I was afraid of it because, for as long as I can remember, whenever I am under water and look up at the surface I see a woman reaching down to me with a warm smile, with glowing golden hair and dark blue eyes. Even if its just in a bathtub. It wasn't an odd occurrance, it was every single time. Thinking about it after would freak me out, which is why I avoided it, but at the time she always made me feel like everything was alright.

I never told my dad about it as a kid, but I did ask him about my mom. He never wanted to talk about her. Sometimes he even got mad at me for trying too hard to bring it up.

It was only recently that I described this apparition to him. He nearly drove into a telephone pole; obviously he knew something. I asked him, again, about my mom. He still would say much, except that she died when I was very young, and that she loved me very much. He also admitted that her hair and eyes were those colors, just like mine.

So I did some research on my own, looking up her name for myself on my birth certificate and trying to find any references I could, any news clips about a boy nearly drowning, any thing. I mostly wanted a picture, something I could match to my guardian angel.

Today, burried in our town library, I found it. The article was about a psyche patient escaping and jumping off a bridge.

It turns out my mom spent the last two years of her life in a mental institution, starting right after I was born, after she tried to drown me in a bath tub."

Wolf-avatar

The first one wasn't really scary. Just really confusing :?

The second one was scary though. Keep 'em comin'.

Here's a good one.

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

Here's a good one.

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

bulletsword

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Here's a good one.

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

North-North

you don't get it do you?

google "who was phone".

[QUOTE="North-North"][QUOTE="bulletsword"]

Here's a good one.

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

bulletsword

you don't get it do you?

google "who was phone".

[QUOTE="bulletsword"][QUOTE="North-North"][QUOTE="bulletsword"]

Here's a good one.

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

North-North

you don't get it do you?

google "who was phone".

i'll just skip the details and say that it's a weird, poorly written story i came across on a site that GS users don't speak of. people who know the site will know exactly what i'm talking about.

[QUOTE="North-North"][QUOTE="bulletsword"][QUOTE="North-North"][QUOTE="bulletsword"]

Here's a good one.

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

bulletsword

you don't get it do you?

google "who was phone".

i'll just skip the details and say that it's a weird, poorly written story i came across on a site that GS users don't speak of. people who know the site will know exactly what i'm talking about.

Don't know the big deal about that site, it ain't hard.

this is an actual true story that I witnessed.

One Halloween in high school, me and my friends went out to the Virgin Mary Shrine in a small town called Bloomfield. It has been featured on Unsolved Mysteries as one of the statues that cries blood on certain days of the month.

I of course wasn't scared and there was about 4 of us that went out there to check it out. It was around midnight, and of course we all began to scare each other into what we would see when we got there. The place is very unassuming, and you could easily miss it if you didn't know where to look. We pulled into the gravel driveway.

When we got out, there is a wooden sign at the base of a long worn down wooden staircase. On the sign it said that the Virgin Mary visits us on certain days of the month. I forget which days, but it was like twice a month. So anyway we start up the stairs, staying just behind the other, because it's a steep staircase and easy to lose your step. As you climb, there are pictorials of Jesus carrying the cross to Galgotha where he was crucified. Every certain number of steps showed Jesus dropping the cross. After the third time, the hill evens out, and you finally get to the shrine.

For a place out in the middle of nowhere, that is impossible to find unless you know to look for looked like something you'd see on TV. In the middle of the opening is the statue, with a single plain white candle that is lit underneath her. The wind is blowing but the candle stays lit, and gives off the only light on the top of the hill. There had to have been at least a thousand pictures, flowers, notes, poems, and things all at the base of the statue. It was in the upper 70's that night, but it was absolutely chilling up there. So much so I had to tuck my arms into my shirt. Before we got there we were laughing and making fun of the place. We all sat at a stone bench and just marveled in what we experienced. It was unlike any kind of feeling that I've had. It was a mix of eeriness, but with a sense of calm.

On the way back down, and on the way home no one said a word. Ever since we don't mention anything we saw that night. To this day, no one can explain why or how the statue cries. Or how the candle stays lit in the wind.

The End (true story, with certain parts added for dramitazation)

Once there was a man named John McCain that ran for president and won. Then he died and an unqualified women named Sarah Palin took over :o

i bet ALL OF YOU have heard this one in some different telling...

A widow named Jane Smith lives alone in a big house in the country. Her only companion is her pet golden retriever. Her dog roams the property at will, using a doggie door to get outside. One dark night, she gets home from the grocery store in the nearest town. her dog is nowhere to be found in the house. She figures he is out chasing rabbits. She crawls in bed and cries for her long dead husband, as she does every night. She always wipes away her tears and hangs her arm limp over the side of the bed and falls asleep to her dog licking the salty tears off her hand, as if to ease the pain. Tonight she finds it odd that her companion is still gone. She thinks no more of it and quickly drifts off. In the middle of the night she slowly wakes to her dog licking her fingers once again. She smiles and says "Good dog." She falls back asleep. Two hours later, still late at night, she jolts awake to the sound of her front door slamming shut. She shakily gets out of bed and runs to the door. Whoever it was, was long gone. She needs to use the restroom, like she usually needs to once every night. She decides to call the police after going to the bathroom. She walks over to the bathroom and turns on the light her dog is laying dead, in a bloody heap in the sink. On the mirror, it says "good dog."

i had chills just writing that! lol.

Once there was a man named John McCain that ran for president and won. Then he died and an unqualified women named Sarah Palin took over :o

raider1648

hahaha, that one sent shivers down my back.

hah

One of the girls at my school was staying there late with some other girls because they had to finish a group project over by the computer labs. It was getting pretty late and it was already dark outside when they finished. Before heading out, this girl excused herself from the group as she had to go to the bathroom. When she said this, another girl in that group said it would probably be better if she hold it until they get to the 1st floor bathrooms as she heard the one near the labs were haunted because somoene killed themselves there a long time ago.

Not one to believe these type of things, and because she really had to go, this girl decided to go anyway. She walked into one of the stalls and noticed how quiet everything was. As she began to do her business, she felt something cold tap her forehead. She thought that was weird and didnt think anything of it until she felt something cold tap her forehead again. She slowly looked up and she sees the body of a girl hanging over the stall she was in, swinging slowly, with her dead cold feet tapping her forehead.

One of the girls at my school was staying there late with some other girls because they had to finish a group project over by the computer labs. It was getting pretty late and it was already dark outside when they finished. Before heading out, this girl excused herself from the group as she had to go to the bathroom. When she said this, another girl in that group said it would probably be better if she hold it until they get to the 1st floor bathrooms as she heard the one near the labs were haunted because somoene killed themselves there a long time ago.

Not one to believe these type of things, and because she really had to go, this girl decided to go anyway. She walked into one of the stalls and noticed how quiet everything was. As she began to do her business, she felt something cold tap her forehead. She thought that was weird and didnt think anything of it until she felt something cold tap her forehead again. She slowly looked up and she sees the body of a girl hanging over the stall she was in, swinging slowly, with her dead cold feet tapping her forehead.

Sajedene

Would she not hit her feet on the way in to the stall?

[QUOTE="Sajedene"]

One of the girls at my school was staying there late with some other girls because they had to finish a group project over by the computer labs. It was getting pretty late and it was already dark outside when they finished. Before heading out, this girl excused herself from the group as she had to go to the bathroom. When she said this, another girl in that group said it would probably be better if she hold it until they get to the 1st floor bathrooms as she heard the one near the labs were haunted because somoene killed themselves there a long time ago.

Not one to believe these type of things, and because she really had to go, this girl decided to go anyway. She walked into one of the stalls and noticed how quiet everything was. As she began to do her business, she felt something cold tap her forehead. She thought that was weird and didnt think anything of it until she felt something cold tap her forehead again. She slowly looked up and she sees the body of a girl hanging over the stall she was in, swinging slowly, with her dead cold feet tapping her forehead.

Ice-Cube

Would she not hit her feet on the way in to the stall?

There was nothing there when she first entered the bathroom/stall.

[QUOTE="Sajedene"]

One of the girls at my school was staying there late with some other girls because they had to finish a group project over by the computer labs. It was getting pretty late and it was already dark outside when they finished. Before heading out, this girl excused herself from the group as she had to go to the bathroom. When she said this, another girl in that group said it would probably be better if she hold it until they get to the 1st floor bathrooms as she heard the one near the labs were haunted because somoene killed themselves there a long time ago.

Not one to believe these type of things, and because she really had to go, this girl decided to go anyway. She walked into one of the stalls and noticed how quiet everything was. As she began to do her business, she felt something cold tap her forehead. She thought that was weird and didnt think anything of it until she felt something cold tap her forehead again. She slowly looked up and she sees the body of a girl hanging over the stall she was in, swinging slowly, with her dead cold feet tapping her forehead.

Ice-Cube

Would she not hit her feet on the way in to the stall?

:lol: Thats a good question. But a scary story none the less.

i bet ALL OF YOU have heard this one in some different telling...

A widow named Jane Smith lives alone in a big house in the country. Her only companion is her pet golden retriever. Her dog roams the property at will, using a doggie door to get outside. One dark night, she gets home from the grocery store in the nearest town. her dog is nowhere to be found in the house. She figures he is out chasing rabbits. She crawls in bed and cries for her long dead husband, as she does every night. She always wipes away her tears and hangs her arm limp over the side of the bed and falls asleep to her dog licking the salty tears off her hand, as if to ease the pain. Tonight she finds it odd that her companion is still gone. She thinks no more of it and quickly drifts off. In the middle of the night she slowly wakes to her dog licking her fingers once again. She smiles and says "Good dog." She falls back asleep. Two hours later, still late at night, she jolts awake to the sound of her front door slamming shut. She shakily gets out of bed and runs to the door. Whoever it was, was long gone. She needs to use the restroom, like she usually needs to once every night. She decides to call the police after going to the bathroom. She walks over to the bathroom and turns on the light her dog is laying dead, in a bloody heap in the sink. On the mirror, it says "good dog."

i had chills just writing that! lol.

wetwilli64

That ones scary. But I don't get it, did someone come into her house and kill the dog?

[QUOTE="wetwilli64"]

i bet ALL OF YOU have heard this one in some different telling...

A widow named Jane Smith lives alone in a big house in the country. Her only companion is her pet golden retriever. Her dog roams the property at will, using a doggie door to get outside. One dark night, she gets home from the grocery store in the nearest town. her dog is nowhere to be found in the house. She figures he is out chasing rabbits. She crawls in bed and cries for her long dead husband, as she does every night. She always wipes away her tears and hangs her arm limp over the side of the bed and falls asleep to her dog licking the salty tears off her hand, as if to ease the pain. Tonight she finds it odd that her companion is still gone. She thinks no more of it and quickly drifts off. In the middle of the night she slowly wakes to her dog licking her fingers once again. She smiles and says "Good dog." She falls back asleep. Two hours later, still late at night, she jolts awake to the sound of her front door slamming shut. She shakily gets out of bed and runs to the door. Whoever it was, was long gone. She needs to use the restroom, like she usually needs to once every night. She decides to call the police after going to the bathroom. She walks over to the bathroom and turns on the light her dog is laying dead, in a bloody heap in the sink. On the mirror, it says "good dog."

i had chills just writing that! lol.

I_pWnzz_YoU

That ones scary. But I don't get it, did someone come into her house and kill the dog?

ya. the guy who killed her dog was licking her hand.

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

"This is a true story in Ras el Khaimah, United Arab Emerates. This picture has been released as a police report evidence in the UAE. The story is that a young man went in the caves in Ras el Khaimah to take pictures in caves known to be deserted, with a friend. He had been warned not to go. The person who had been with him called the police saying he had seen his friend's flash go off and then his friend screamed. He called his friend but never got an answer and got scared that he'd fallen so went to the police. A few hours later they found the man in the cave dead and the single picture found in his camera is this one."

[QUOTE="I_pWnzz_YoU"][QUOTE="wetwilli64"]

i bet ALL OF YOU have heard this one in some different telling...

A widow named Jane Smith lives alone in a big house in the country. Her only companion is her pet golden retriever. Her dog roams the property at will, using a doggie door to get outside. One dark night, she gets home from the grocery store in the nearest town. her dog is nowhere to be found in the house. She figures he is out chasing rabbits. She crawls in bed and cries for her long dead husband, as she does every night. She always wipes away her tears and hangs her arm limp over the side of the bed and falls asleep to her dog licking the salty tears off her hand, as if to ease the pain. Tonight she finds it odd that her companion is still gone. She thinks no more of it and quickly drifts off. In the middle of the night she slowly wakes to her dog licking her fingers once again. She smiles and says "Good dog." She falls back asleep. Two hours later, still late at night, she jolts awake to the sound of her front door slamming shut. She shakily gets out of bed and runs to the door. Whoever it was, was long gone. She needs to use the restroom, like she usually needs to once every night. She decides to call the police after going to the bathroom. She walks over to the bathroom and turns on the light her dog is laying dead, in a bloody heap in the sink. On the mirror, it says "good dog."

i had chills just writing that! lol.

wetwilli64

That ones scary. But I don't get it, did someone come into her house and kill the dog?

ya. the guy who killed her dog was licking her hand.

WTF?! lol, I thought it could've been like her dead husband.

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

"This is a true story in Ras el Khaimah, United Arab Emerates. This picture has been released as a police report evidence in the UAE. The story is that a young man went in the caves in Ras el Khaimah to take pictures in caves known to be deserted, with a friend. He had been warned not to go. The person who had been with him called the police saying he had seen his friend's flash go off and then his friend screamed. He called his friend but never got an answer and got scared that he'd fallen so went to the police. A few hours later they found the man in the cave dead and the single picture found in his camera is this one."

Wolf-avatar

I don't get the first one :?

[QUOTE="Wolf-avatar"]

Here are some good ones.....

dangerd0g24

that top one was not really that scary but it was really cool. actually both of those stories were really cool. do you have anymore like them?

First story was neither scary nor good, it sounded like a bad joke. Second though was pretty good

Here's a good one.

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

bulletsword

The phone was a phone, the one calling was her mother.

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

"This is a true story in Ras el Khaimah, United Arab Emerates. This picture has been released as a police report evidence in the UAE. The story is that a young man went in the caves in Ras el Khaimah to take pictures in caves known to be deserted, with a friend. He had been warned not to go. The person who had been with him called the police saying he had seen his friend's flash go off and then his friend screamed. He called his friend but never got an answer and got scared that he'd fallen so went to the police. A few hours later they found the man in the cave dead and the single picture found in his camera is this one."

Wolf-avatar

Oh crap, it's Smeagol!

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

"This is a true story in Ras el Khaimah, United Arab Emerates. This picture has been released as a police report evidence in the UAE. The story is that a young man went in the caves in Ras el Khaimah to take pictures in caves known to be deserted, with a friend. He had been warned not to go. The person who had been with him called the police saying he had seen his friend's flash go off and then his friend screamed. He called his friend but never got an answer and got scared that he'd fallen so went to the police. A few hours later they found the man in the cave dead and the single picture found in his camera is this one."

Wolf-avatar

You win. You're the first to scare me.

Alright this thread is dying, time to bring it back to life. So I made this story up as I was laying in bed last night trying to fall asleep (bad time to think of a scary story I know). It's almost like a Halloween vesion of "The boy who cried wolf". I hope you like it :D I call it...

The boy who cried "ghost"

So theres this kid (didn't give him a name) who likes to mess around with people. He likes to play tricks on them which sometimes gets on their nerves. One day, as him and his parents are trying to fall asleep he decides it's not his bedtime yet. He starts yelling "Help, help!". His parents run into the room and ask "Whats the matter dear?". The boy claims he'd seen a ghost. And as the parents shoot looks of confusion at him he chuckles and says "Gotcha!", the parents both exchange looks and try to set him straight "It is 11 o'clock, you have school tomorrow and your Dad and I have work. I don't want anymore of these games do you here me son?". The boy puts on a guilty face and gives them the best "Sorry" he could fake, with that, the parents retreat to their rooms. A few minutes later, the boy does the same thing and the parents run into the room, this time they were steaming because once again, it was a trick. This time his Dad had a go. "Son, you have got to stop this. It has gotten way out of hand, your mother and I don't find it one bit amusing. Now go to bed!", he slams the door and once again, the parents retreat to their beds.

About five minutes later the boy yells for help. Their parents know whats going on and stay put. But this time his screams were different. His screams for help turned into blood curdling wails, the worst noise imaginable, screams that sounded almost as if they weren't human. Now they know somethings wrong. They jump out of bed and run to the boys room, but it's too late. They're both standing at the door, jaws dropping to the floor. On the bed lay the boy, his head was turned the wrong way, his arms and legs were bent backwards, there were scars all over his body and his bed was soaked in blood. There was no ounce of life left in him. The parents both ran from the house and phoned the police, but not even the best detectives in the world could figure out what had happened to the him. With that, the boys parents moved, somewhere very far away. They lived their lives, still wondering what had happened that night. But nobody knew.

The boy who cried "ghost"

So theres this kid (didn't give him a name) who likes to mess around with people. He likes to play tricks on them which sometimes gets on their nerves. One day, as him and his parents are trying to fall asleep he decides it's not his bedtime yet. He starts yelling "Help, help!". His parents run into the room and ask "Whats the matter dear?". The boy claims he'd seen a ghost. And as the parents shoot looks of confusion at him he chuckles and says "Gotcha!", the parents both exchange looks and try to set him straight "It is 11 o'clock, you have school tomorrow and your Dad and I have work. I don't want anymore of these games do you here me son?". The boy puts on a guilty face and gives them the best "Sorry" he could fake, with that, the parents retreat to their rooms. A few minutes later, the boy does the same thing and the parents run into the room, this time they were steaming because once again, it was a trick. This time his Dad had a go. "Son, you have got to stop this. It has gotten way out of hand, your mother and I don't find it one bit amusing. Now go to bed!", he slams the door and once again, the parents retreat to their beds.

About five minutes later the boy yells for help. Their parents know whats going on and stay put. But this time his screams were different. His screams for help turned into blood curdling wails, the worst noise imaginable, screams that sounded almost as if they weren't human. Now they know somethings wrong. They jump out of bed and run to the boys room, but it's too late. They're both standing at the door, jaws dropping to the floor. On the bed lay the boy, his head was turned the wrong way, his arms and legs were bent backwards, there were scars all over his body and his bed was soaked in blood. There was no ounce of life left in him. The parents both ran from the house and phoned the police, but not even the best detectives in the world could figure out what had happened to the him. With that, the boys parents moved, somewhere very far away. They lived their lives, still wondering what had happened that night. But nobody knew.

I_pWnzz_YoU

Pretty good, I guess.

But not very original.

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The boy who cried "ghost"

So theres this kid (didn't give him a name) who likes to mess around with people. He likes to play tricks on them which sometimes gets on their nerves. One day, as him and his parents are trying to fall asleep he decides it's not his bedtime yet. He starts yelling "Help, help!". His parents run into the room and ask "Whats the matter dear?". The boy claims he'd seen a ghost. And as the parents shoot looks of confusion at him he chuckles and says "Gotcha!", the parents both exchange looks and try to set him straight "It is 11 o'clock, you have school tomorrow and your Dad and I have work. I don't want anymore of these games do you here me son?". The boy puts on a guilty face and gives them the best "Sorry" he could fake, with that, the parents retreat to their rooms. A few minutes later, the boy does the same thing and the parents run into the room, this time they were steaming because once again, it was a trick. This time his Dad had a go. "Son, you have got to stop this. It has gotten way out of hand, your mother and I don't find it one bit amusing. Now go to bed!", he slams the door and once again, the parents retreat to their beds.

About five minutes later the boy yells for help. Their parents know whats going on and stay put. But this time his screams were different. His screams for help turned into blood curdling wails, the worst noise imaginable, screams that sounded almost as if they weren't human. Now they know somethings wrong. They jump out of bed and run to the boys room, but it's too late. They're both standing at the door, jaws dropping to the floor. On the bed lay the boy, his head was turned the wrong way, his arms and legs were bent backwards, there were scars all over his body and his bed was soaked in blood. There was no ounce of life left in him. The parents both ran from the house and phoned the police, but not even the best detectives in the world could figure out what had happened to the him. With that, the boys parents moved, somewhere very far away. They lived their lives, still wondering what had happened that night. But nobody knew.

wetwilli64

Pretty good, I guess.

But not very original.

Eh, like I said it's just a revised story of "The boy who cried wolf". I'm not a write :P

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"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

"This is a true story in Ras el Khaimah, United Arab Emerates. This picture has been released as a police report evidence in the UAE. The story is that a young man went in the caves in Ras el Khaimah to take pictures in caves known to be deserted, with a friend. He had been warned not to go. The person who had been with him called the police saying he had seen his friend's flash go off and then his friend screamed. He called his friend but never got an answer and got scared that he'd fallen so went to the police. A few hours later they found the man in the cave dead and the single picture found in his camera is this one."

vlin1108

Oh crap, it's Smeagol!

Win. :lol:

Here some good ones.

On any night with a full moon, open up iTunes, winamp, windows media player, or whatever you may use to listen to music on the computer. Put the player on shuffle, and at exactly 12:00 AM, start shuffling through your songs. Eventually, the player will land on a file called "This is your problem now.mp3"

Close your eyes and wait. For a minute, there will be silence, and after that, horrible screams of agony and torture will come from your computer speakers. Do NOT open your eyes, or images of the most incomprehensible evil will appear in your mind. For seven minutes, the screams will continue, becoming louder and worse every moment. Finally, when all goes silent again, open your eyes.

You will be in a subway, sitting on a bench next to a man. The man will offer you a cigarette-- if you refuse, you will wake up in your chair, and it will only be 12:01 AM. It will be as if nothing ever happened.

However, if you accept, he will light it for you, and then he will tell you all the secrets of life, and the universe. After he finishes, you will wake up in your chair, still with the knowledge the man gave you. Most people go insane from knowing, however, and many have killed themselves

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" You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock.

There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection"

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In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a medic in the German army had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment was a bloodbath. Those who survived claimed to have heard, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.
The medic had made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never had he been this short on supplies. No matter. He would do his duty. He had always prided himself on his resourcefulness.
The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.
The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that large patches of his skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.

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A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

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A teenage girl, popular, rich, and happy, was walking through a store with her mom and saw a beautiful porcelain doll, which would look great with her collection. She demanded that her mother buy it for her. He mother agreed, and got it for her.As soon as the girl returned home, she unpacked the doll and set it on a stand above her bed. She then left her room and went out with her friends. When she got home, it was late and she was tired. She went to her room, put on her pajama's and tucked herself into bed.When she woke up the next morning, she saw a note attached to her lamp beside her bed. It was from her mother, telling her they'd be out of town until next Sunday. She yawned and noticed that her cheek was sore, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She got dressed and went to school.This went on for a few days until she woke up and her cheek was extremely sore. She decided she'd check it out in a minute or two, then went about her room, picking out what she would wear. She finally decided and walked over to her full body mirror and noticed a large, uglylump on her cheek.Figuring it was a pimple, she squeezed it... and felt something moving. All of the sudden, spiders began pulling themselves out of the lump. She screamed, but since there was no one home in her huge house, nobody heard her. She tore at the spiders but there were millions... and she died of the poison in their bites.

Apparently... there was a nest of spiders in the porcelain doll she'd gotten.

@WolfAvatar

The 2nd one was awesome!