SCARY STORIES!!!!!!!!!
15 years, 10 months & 11 days ago
11th Jan 2009 18:48 One day, a little girl was alone, in front of the candy shop. She sat on the sidewalk, innocently licking a lolly. Suddenly, she was in a car, and then all went black. When she opened her eyes, she was in a closet. The door opened almost immediately. There was a man at the door.
"I want to go home."
The girl told the man. He simply laughed and walked away. The girl stood up. This wasn't a man she knew, and the house wasn't familiar. But she didn't know any better at age three.
"I want to go home." She told the man again.
"I want to go home."
The man then laughed, and pulled out a knife. A sharp, shinning knife. He grabbed the girl by her arm...
And nobody heard her screams that night.
The man was sleeping in his bed, a few nights later. But his eyes popped open in shock when he heard a little girl. He stood up, and opened his door. There was someone in the closet. The exact same closet where he had put the little girl's body. He opened the door to the closet, fear in his eyes.
And there sat the little girl, no longer bloody and cut.
"I want to go home."
The man screamed and slammed the door, and ran down the stairs to the front door. He opened it, shaking, but there stood the girl.
"I want to go home."
He once again, slammed the door, and now he ran for the back door. Again, he opened the door. And the girl stood there, an innocent but blank expression on her young face.
"I want to go home."
The man screamed again, but he wasn't able to run this time. The girl had grabbed him by the arm with amazing, nonhuman strength, and she pulled a sharp, shinning knife out of her pocket.
And nobody heard his screams that night.
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There once lived a girl named Sally. She was quite young, at age six. She lived in a house with her mother in father, back in the seventeen hundreds. Sally was a playful little girl, who's favorite game was Tag. But one day, Sally grew sick. She had a failed kidney, and it had to be removed from her body immediately.
Due to the fact that doctors were expensive and hard to come by at the time, her father decided to try and do it himself. He laid her on a table, and put a wet rag over her face. He held his knife up, ready to cut. But he didn't check well enough to see if she was asleep. And she wasn't. He cut into her stomach, and she sat up, screaming. Her eternal organs spilled out like water in a glass.
And she was dead.
Her father went mad, angry at himself for what he had done, and he committed suicide. The mother followed in his footsteps.
The house stayed quiet and empty for two hundred years after that. There had been rumors about dark figures that walked around inside the house. But one day, a mother, father, and their baby girl bought the house. Only the occasional weird things happened. Pictures showing up with strange blurs and discolorations, and a sudden cold feeling in a room.
But then other things started happening. The father would suddenly have bloody, dripping cuts all over his body.
But that wasn't the end of it.
One night, when their little girl was five, the parents heard a small girl in the hall way, running around. They got out of bed, and went into the hallway to tell their little girl to sleep. It was past her bed time. But all was silent in the hallway. It was dark. They entered her bedroom, to find her asleep in her bed. They woke her up, and asked why she had been in the hallway.
She told them one thing that made them move out of the house.
"Me and my new friend were playing Tag. Tag is her favorite game, and she hasn't had a friend in a long time."
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In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. What happens when they all come together?
The person will then stare into your eyes and answers your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned, if you do your death will be that of cruelty and unrelenting horror. Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
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"In Korea, a lot of students are forced by their parents to do a lot of study and do well academically. It's not uncommon for students to go back to school at night to do extra study.
One night this girl was back at school studying with a group of students. The room they were in was the only light in the whole building, which dimly flowed down the hallway outside.
In the middle of her studies, she decided to take a break and went to the toilets down the hall. She proceeded back to her fellow students, when she suddenly heard a bunch of chilling, horrific screams eminating from the clasoom. And just as abruptly as they had started, the building fell deathly quiet once again.
Fearing the worst, she crept back towards the clasoom making sure not to make a sound. She peered inside the clasoom and lo and behold, all her peers lay strewn across the floor. Limp, lifeless and their faces dashed with blood. Their in the midst of the room was a pale white figure, a ghost of a young girl in a white gown with long black hair that veiled her face.
The girl had heard of this ghost before. It attacked people in the late hours of the night, harvesting its victims for their eyeballs. The girl could not run without making a sound and attracting the attention of the ghost. Instead, she slipped in the the ****oom and smeared her eyes with blood and lay there amongst the bodies pretending to be dead. She held her eyes shut tight and dared not move, hoping the ghost would soon leave and she could make her escape.
She could hear the ghost make the rounds through the room, shuffling from one corpse to the next, counting in chilling, soft voice "One, two... One, two... One, two..." as it plucked the eyeballs of the deceased.
This went on for several minutes, but the girl remained motionless. "One, two... One, two... One, two..." And still the ghost continued to count. The girl became anxious, curious as to why the ghost had not left. But she remained still, knowing what horrific fate might await her if she foiled her plan. But still the ghost continued to count "One, two... One, two..." and curiosity got the better of her. She summoned the courage to take a peak, making sure to remain still whilst she slowly opened her eyes to survey the room...
And there was the ghost, staring back at her. It's, pale, emaciated finger pointing at the girls' eyes, from one eye to the other as it counted "One, two... One, two... One, two..."
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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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It's early morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow. Hours pass. The sun rises.
The phone is ringing.
When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning. You slide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as you stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice.
Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six new messages. Message one.
The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next. Screaming.
You spin around, thinking that she's standing right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. You stand there, horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh.
The phone beeps again. You're shaking.
Message two...
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An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn't certain of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He'd sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: "Now your *third* wish. What will it be?"
"Third wish?" The man was baffled. "How can it be a third wish if I haven't had a first and second wish?"
"You've had two wishes already," the hag said, "but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That's why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes." She cackled at the poor man. "So it is that you have one wish left."
"All right," he said, "I don't believe this, but there's no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am."
"Funny," said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. "That was your first wish."
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Once upon a time it was an innocent day at camp and little Sarah had made a new friend her name was Victoria Bleak her friend was very strange she was pale and so skinny it seemed like she never ate but she had a very lovly singing voice. Every night when Sarah went to sleep she would hear beatiful singing that made her fall asleep but one night she was having trouble sleeping and decided to follow the the beatiful voice and it led her to the camp lake Sarah never knew how to swim but she followed the voice anyway as if she was in a trance and jumped into the lake seconds later she drowned and victoria stopped singing salvaged Sarah's body from the lake and sucked the blood out of her lifeless body and disapeared into the foggy night no one ever saw little sarah ever again and if you still visit that camp you might hear victorias beatiful sing voice in the middle of the night.
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This little girl wanted a new doll. Her mom told her that they could not afford one at the moment. So then she saved her money for weeks and brought one from the shop next to her house. The doll was almost as big as her. She loved it and took care of it for weeks. One day she put it in her closet because she was getting tired of it. She woke up and it was on her bed. She thought it must be her mom that moved it. Later on she was playing out side next to the picnic table and when she turned around , the doll was there. She got a little scared but again did not think much of it. Later on she locked it up in her toy chest. That night she woke up to the sound of wood breaking. The toy chest was broken. Her mom came in and got mad at her. She told her mom that it must have been the doll. Her mom got mad and told her that she would talk about it in the morning. The mom took the doll to her room. The next day the mom woke up and the doll was gone. She got upset that her daughter came in and took it. She went to her daughters room and then she screamed and screamed. Her daughter was hanging from the ceiling fan and the doll was sitting on a chair beneath her.
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A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.
She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.
In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.
Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.
Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".
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When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolizes other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.
There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.
The doctor said "that was the woman i just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn't you see the red wristband she was wearing?"
The woman smiled and raised her arm "Something like this?"
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There was a little girl named Sarah, she was autistic and she couldn't talk... well, they say she wouldn't for some reason, perhaps because she was the witness of her parent's terrible death when she was 4. Nobody knew how they died, all they knew was the fact that it was horrible beyond imagination.
Sarah went to a special school and when her c|ass would all go down to the library Sarah would sit in the 3rd row of book cases and look at a blank notepad and smile and flip thorough it... the teacher took away her notepad cause she wanted Sarah to pick out some books to read.. Sarah got mad and for the first time she talked and said "Grave at 12" in a scratchy horrible voice.
The teacher was scared and confused. What did she mean by graveyard at 12. The teacher remembered about Sarah's parent's death, so the teacher thought it meant go by their grave at 12.
Walking to the stairs to line up the kids to go back to c|ass she looked at the blank note pad that she took from Sarah. It was heavy, about as big as a piece of printer paper and thick as the bible. While flipping through it she noticed on the last page that there were letters reading:
"I am the key to your wonders : G.Y. at 12".
The teacher realized G.Y. meant grave yard.
School ended and everyone was home. Around 10 the teacher sat in her chair by the fireplace flipping through the notepad trying to see what Sarah saw and if she should do what Sarah told her to. The teacher being very curious and brave took a watch and the note pad and drove to the grave yard were Sarah's parents were...Around 11:50 the teacher got out of the car with flowers that she aslo brought to pay her respects to Sarah's parent, she walked to their graves. The graves laid side by side inscribing "our love shall last" and the years of their birth and death. The teacher's watch beeped showing that it was 12:00 am and she quickly and nervously took out the notepad, she flipped through it.
What the teacher saw when she flipped through the note pad was drawings drawn in blood of Sarah horribly ripping apart her parents and eating their flesh.. The teacher got weak in the knee, she was terrified and started to shake, she started to cry realizing the horrible truth. The way Sarah's parents died.
While sobbing and sitting in total shock she here a giggling of a voice behind her that could make the ears bleed...
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