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"Laa shay'a waqui'n moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine. The wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words. We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins. Nothing is true, everything is permitted."

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My story is about a team of Spartans. Read this if you've read the books.

Here's my story:
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A Spartan Haunting

Yellow team was lowered into a dense jungle for a mission. They were to recon the area for an assault that would take place later. The members of the team were Aaron-014, Becca-048, David-124, and Flo-056. The team was close to each other, but David and Flo shared a very close bond.

The team separated to cover more ground. David searched the jungle, until stumbling upon a large cave. Turning on his headlights, David went inside to investigate. He keyed his com unit to tell the others about his find, but the cave prevented the signal from connecting. A nervous feeling in his stomach, David turned around to exit the cave....

But the exit wasn't there. It had vanished.

Feeling a deep sense of fear, David continued into the cave. He thought he saw things moving in the shadows, but ignored them. Suddenly, an earspliting scream echoed throughout the cave. It was David's friend, Flo. David ran farther into the cave, turning around a corner, and........

He ran into Becca and Aaron, the other members of Yellow Team. "David! Where have you been?" Becca asked. "It's been four hours. Come on, the dropship's here to pick us up." David looked at the two. "But we need to save Flo! Didn't you hear her scream?"

Aaron looked at David with an odd look. "Are you sure? We've been in this cave for at least 2 hours, and we didn't hear anything." The team proceded out of the cave. No sign of Flo. They sent her a com mesage. No reply. After another search, they found her. Ripped apart and hung from the top of the cave.

Four Weeks Later

David was shook up. Badly. He hadn't been the same since the incident with Flo. He had been silent and sweating for the past hour.

The team was heading back to the site for the main assault. Aaron had found the camp and mapped the route, so the team would be able to get there quickly. Fortunatly, the team didn't have to go near the cave.

"You alright, David?" Aaron asked. David looked away. "Fine." he muttered. Suddenly, the pelican rocked violently and tumbled. "Mayday! We're hit!!!" The team was thrown out of the ship. David fell down into the jungle.

He hit the ground with a thud. After getting up and shaking off the fall, he started to navigate to get back to the crashsite. After an hour he decided he was lost. But then he heard a noise. It was a girl's voice. "Oly Oly Oxen Free. Oly Oly Oxen Free." After wandering around trying to find the source, he stumbled upon the cave. The same opening to the cave that Flo had been hung from. And just inside the opening was...............

"No." David whipered.

It was Flo. She looked at him and smiled. David tried to run, but his legs wouldn't respond. She walked up to him. "Hello, David." She said. "I came back for you."

David found the will to move his legs. He ran, but something pulled him back. "Oh, David, don't run. Don't you want to be with me? I'm your friend and teammate, you know."

David looked at the ghost of Flo. "Please, no. Please! I'm not ready to die!!!!!"

"Oh, don't worry David. It'll be ok. After all, Spartans never die."

Flo moved closer to David.

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Ok, that's my story. Hoped you like it.



Not bad. I liked it!


Thank you!

  • 06.17.2008 6:25 PM PDT

"Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

This is an original story I just wrote!
Knock Before You Enter
One night Kyle Bailey’s parents offered Rachel a babysitting job as they were invited to a High school reunion. They were to be home at around 2 A.M., or at least that’s what they told Rachel. Rachel was only seventeen, and had only little experience in babysitting. But since Kyle was eight years old and basically able to handle himself, she thought she’d be alright.
The night seemed to be an easy one as Kyle kept to himself in his room which allowed Rachel to watch T.V. and talk to her boyfriend on the phone. At about twelve a clock Rachel went to check on Kyle and found he was safely asleep in his bed. Relieved she returned to watching T.V. in the living room. At around twelve thirty she heard a knock at the front door. Odd, she thought. Someone knocking this late, but maybe Kyle’s parents had returned early. In a sensible manner, she didn’t immediately open the door.
“Who is it?” Rachel asked.
“Oh this is just Mr. Hurston from down the street, your parents wanted me to come by and check on you to make sure everything is alright, mind letting me in young lady?”
Frightened, Rachel thought logically about the situation. Her parents did not know where she was babysitting, and Kyle’s parents would not send someone by who didn’t know her name.
“Go away right now or I’m calling the cops!” Rachel yelled shakily.
“Hey now, hey now, no need to do that, obviously you’re ok so I’ll just be on my way.” Replied the stranger.
Scared, Rachel went to make sure Kyle was alright. Everything seemed fine so she anxiously wasted time wishing two o’ clock would come sooner. At around twelve forty five, she heard knocking again.
“Mr. and Mrs. Bailey?” Rachel said in a frightened voice.
She heard nothing but loud knocking and scratching.
“If you don’t answer now I’m calling the cops, I’m not kidding!” Rachel yelled demandingly.
No answer. The knocking had become pounding, the scratching had become clawing. Rachel maneuvered herself around in attempt to see the doorway through the window, but she couldn’t get and angle. Her heart beating she screamed one more time,
“Who are you? What are you trying to do? Leave me alone I’m calling the cops right now!”
Still no answer, just the constant pounding of the door. She wondered how long it would be before the stranger broke down the door, or tries a window. She immediately dialed 911.
“What’s your emergency?”
“There is someone trying to break in the house I’m babysitting at! Please help, I’m only seventeen! Please hurry!”
“Where is the house?”
“Um, um 126 Angel Bend, Please come he’s going to get through!”
“We’re on our way.”
Rachel ran and hid under the bed in the master bedroom. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! She could her pounding from all the in there. She began crying uncontrollably, minutes seemed like hours. Miraculously the pounding and clawing finally stopped. Rachel thought the police had finally come but she wasn’t taking any chances. She waited there until she heard voices,
“Rachel, are you there?”
It was Mr. and Mrs. Bailey, she ran out only to find dismal looks upon their faces. They comforted her but she could tell something was not right. She ran to the doorway only to see Kyle. He had been stabbed in the stomach, and his knuckles were skinless. His fingernails were peeled off and his vocal cord had been severed. The door was covered in blood. She realized what had happened. Rachel now lives at the St. James Insane Asylum and always hears pounding and clawing even inside the padded walls.

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Holy -blam!-! The Watcher freaked me out!

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hola

wow the clown one was creepy

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Russian scientists have done it. They have somehow managed to replicate the power of the Norris on a miniature scale. This weapon, which they have named "Tsar Bomba" (King Bomb) could hold 100 megatons of viable round-kicks. The first testing of this device was done using only 0.000000000000001% of this weapon's true power in the Tunguska region in Siberia in 1908. The incident was cleverly covered up by the Russian government and was covered up as an exploding meteor.

Does Deja vu count as scary, because a day before the guy with green text (IIIIIII) made his first post I had a dream that Bungie called me with help for a new forum job, they asked me what color text I wanted for the guy to have...I said green.

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Clowns are sooo scary!!1

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holy crap dude, that is messed up
Posted by: I DeaconBlues I
This is an original story I just wrote!
Knock Before You Enter
One night Kyle Bailey’s parents offered Rachel a babysitting job as they were invited to a High school reunion. They were to be home at around 2 A.M., or at least that’s what they told Rachel. Rachel was only seventeen, and had only little experience in babysitting. But since Kyle was eight years old and basically able to handle himself, she thought she’d be alright.
The night seemed to be an easy one as Kyle kept to himself in his room which allowed Rachel to watch T.V. and talk to her boyfriend on the phone. At about twelve a clock Rachel went to check on Kyle and found he was safely asleep in his bed. Relieved she returned to watching T.V. in the living room. At around twelve thirty she heard a knock at the front door. Odd, she thought. Someone knocking this late, but maybe Kyle’s parents had returned early. In a sensible manner, she didn’t immediately open the door.
“Who is it?” Rachel asked.
“Oh this is just Mr. Hurston from down the street, your parents wanted me to come by and check on you to make sure everything is alright, mind letting me in young lady?”
Frightened, Rachel thought logically about the situation. Her parents did not know where she was babysitting, and Kyle’s parents would not send someone by who didn’t know her name.
“Go away right now or I’m calling the cops!” Rachel yelled shakily.
“Hey now, hey now, no need to do that, obviously you’re ok so I’ll just be on my way.” Replied the stranger.
Scared, Rachel went to make sure Kyle was alright. Everything seemed fine so she anxiously wasted time wishing two o’ clock would come sooner. At around twelve forty five, she heard knocking again.
“Mr. and Mrs. Bailey?” Rachel said in a frightened voice.
She heard nothing but loud knocking and scratching.
“If you don’t answer now I’m calling the cops, I’m not kidding!” Rachel yelled demandingly.
No answer. The knocking had become pounding, the scratching had become clawing. Rachel maneuvered herself around in attempt to see the doorway through the window, but she couldn’t get and angle. Her heart beating she screamed one more time,
“Who are you? What are you trying to do? Leave me alone I’m calling the cops right now!”
Still no answer, just the constant pounding of the door. She wondered how long it would be before the stranger broke down the door, or tries a window. She immediately dialed 911.
“What’s your emergency?”
“There is someone trying to break in the house I’m babysitting at! Please help, I’m only seventeen! Please hurry!”
“Where is the house?”
“Um, um 126 Angel Bend, Please come he’s going to get through!”
“We’re on our way.”
Rachel ran and hid under the bed in the master bedroom. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! She could her pounding from all the in there. She began crying uncontrollably, minutes seemed like hours. Miraculously the pounding and clawing finally stopped. Rachel thought the police had finally come but she wasn’t taking any chances. She waited there until she heard voices,
“Rachel, are you there?”
It was Mr. and Mrs. Bailey, she ran out only to find dismal looks upon their faces. They comforted her but she could tell something was not right. She ran to the doorway only to see Kyle. He had been stabbed in the stomach, and his knuckles were skinless. His fingernails were peeled off and his vocal cord had been severed. The door was covered in blood. She realized what had happened. Rachel now lives at the St. James Insane Asylum and always hears pounding and clawing even inside the padded walls.

  • 06.18.2008 4:32 PM PDT

Pyro Guard

Posted by: soulkiller619
holy crap dude, that is messed up
Posted by: I DeaconBlues I
This is an original story I just wrote!
Knock Before You Enter
One night Kyle Bailey’s parents offered Rachel a babysitting job as they were invited to a High school reunion. They were to be home at around 2 A.M., or at least that’s what they told Rachel. Rachel was only seventeen, and had only little experience in babysitting. But since Kyle was eight years old and basically able to handle himself, she thought she’d be alright.
The night seemed to be an easy one as Kyle kept to himself in his room which allowed Rachel to watch T.V. and talk to her boyfriend on the phone. At about twelve a clock Rachel went to check on Kyle and found he was safely asleep in his bed. Relieved she returned to watching T.V. in the living room. At around twelve thirty she heard a knock at the front door. Odd, she thought. Someone knocking this late, but maybe Kyle’s parents had returned early. In a sensible manner, she didn’t immediately open the door.
“Who is it?” Rachel asked.
“Oh this is just Mr. Hurston from down the street, your parents wanted me to come by and check on you to make sure everything is alright, mind letting me in young lady?”
Frightened, Rachel thought logically about the situation. Her parents did not know where she was babysitting, and Kyle’s parents would not send someone by who didn’t know her name.
“Go away right now or I’m calling the cops!” Rachel yelled shakily.
“Hey now, hey now, no need to do that, obviously you’re ok so I’ll just be on my way.” Replied the stranger.
Scared, Rachel went to make sure Kyle was alright. Everything seemed fine so she anxiously wasted time wishing two o’ clock would come sooner. At around twelve forty five, she heard knocking again.
“Mr. and Mrs. Bailey?” Rachel said in a frightened voice.
She heard nothing but loud knocking and scratching.
“If you don’t answer now I’m calling the cops, I’m not kidding!” Rachel yelled demandingly.
No answer. The knocking had become pounding, the scratching had become clawing. Rachel maneuvered herself around in attempt to see the doorway through the window, but she couldn’t get and angle. Her heart beating she screamed one more time,
“Who are you? What are you trying to do? Leave me alone I’m calling the cops right now!”
Still no answer, just the constant pounding of the door. She wondered how long it would be before the stranger broke down the door, or tries a window. She immediately dialed 911.
“What’s your emergency?”
“There is someone trying to break in the house I’m babysitting at! Please help, I’m only seventeen! Please hurry!”
“Where is the house?”
“Um, um 126 Angel Bend, Please come he’s going to get through!”
“We’re on our way.”
Rachel ran and hid under the bed in the master bedroom. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! She could her pounding from all the in there. She began crying uncontrollably, minutes seemed like hours. Miraculously the pounding and clawing finally stopped. Rachel thought the police had finally come but she wasn’t taking any chances. She waited there until she heard voices,
“Rachel, are you there?”
It was Mr. and Mrs. Bailey, she ran out only to find dismal looks upon their faces. They comforted her but she could tell something was not right. She ran to the doorway only to see Kyle. He had been stabbed in the stomach, and his knuckles were skinless. His fingernails were peeled off and his vocal cord had been severed. The door was covered in blood. She realized what had happened. Rachel now lives at the St. James Insane Asylum and always hears pounding and clawing even inside the padded walls.

Seriously! More stories!

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Gingerbeast: That really scares me, because that happens to me sometimes. I'm just laying in bed, and i hear a voice. I cannot move, and I see a shape forming, with voices. Suddenly, I snap out of it and run out of my bedroom. Of course, I don't hear something as scary as "that thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up.", and theres someone behind me. I hear something say "Your Life." And it might be just a dream, but it happens like... Once a month.


It's the ring chick that crawls out of the well

  • 06.18.2008 4:56 PM PDT
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The flood was here! Muhahaha!
Finland is awesome.

That last one is just discusting.
Edit: I just read statues. That one will haunt me forever.

[Edited on 06.18.2008 5:08 PM PDT]

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yeah, she hung up, and the person on the other line in the house hung up

  • 06.18.2008 5:21 PM PDT

"Now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."

Posted by: Pyro Guard
Posted by: soulkiller619
holy crap dude, that is messed up
Posted by: I DeaconBlues I
This is an original story I just wrote!
Knock Before You Enter
One night Kyle Bailey’s parents offered Rachel a babysitting job as they were invited to a High school reunion. They were to be home at around 2 A.M., or at least that’s what they told Rachel. Rachel was only seventeen, and had only little experience in babysitting. But since Kyle was eight years old and basically able to handle himself, she thought she’d be alright.
The night seemed to be an easy one as Kyle kept to himself in his room which allowed Rachel to watch T.V. and talk to her boyfriend on the phone. At about twelve a clock Rachel went to check on Kyle and found he was safely asleep in his bed. Relieved she returned to watching T.V. in the living room. At around twelve thirty she heard a knock at the front door. Odd, she thought. Someone knocking this late, but maybe Kyle’s parents had returned early. In a sensible manner, she didn’t immediately open the door.
“Who is it?” Rachel asked.
“Oh this is just Mr. Hurston from down the street, your parents wanted me to come by and check on you to make sure everything is alright, mind letting me in young lady?”
Frightened, Rachel thought logically about the situation. Her parents did not know where she was babysitting, and Kyle’s parents would not send someone by who didn’t know her name.
“Go away right now or I’m calling the cops!” Rachel yelled shakily.
“Hey now, hey now, no need to do that, obviously you’re ok so I’ll just be on my way.” Replied the stranger.
Scared, Rachel went to make sure Kyle was alright. Everything seemed fine so she anxiously wasted time wishing two o’ clock would come sooner. At around twelve forty five, she heard knocking again.
“Mr. and Mrs. Bailey?” Rachel said in a frightened voice.
She heard nothing but loud knocking and scratching.
“If you don’t answer now I’m calling the cops, I’m not kidding!” Rachel yelled demandingly.
No answer. The knocking had become pounding, the scratching had become clawing. Rachel maneuvered herself around in attempt to see the doorway through the window, but she couldn’t get and angle. Her heart beating she screamed one more time,
“Who are you? What are you trying to do? Leave me alone I’m calling the cops right now!”
Still no answer, just the constant pounding of the door. She wondered how long it would be before the stranger broke down the door, or tries a window. She immediately dialed 911.
“What’s your emergency?”
“There is someone trying to break in the house I’m babysitting at! Please help, I’m only seventeen! Please hurry!”
“Where is the house?”
“Um, um 126 Angel Bend, Please come he’s going to get through!”
“We’re on our way.”
Rachel ran and hid under the bed in the master bedroom. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! She could her pounding from all the in there. She began crying uncontrollably, minutes seemed like hours. Miraculously the pounding and clawing finally stopped. Rachel thought the police had finally come but she wasn’t taking any chances. She waited there until she heard voices,
“Rachel, are you there?”
It was Mr. and Mrs. Bailey, she ran out only to find dismal looks upon their faces. They comforted her but she could tell something was not right. She ran to the doorway only to see Kyle. He had been stabbed in the stomach, and his knuckles were skinless. His fingernails were peeled off and his vocal cord had been severed. The door was covered in blood. She realized what had happened. Rachel now lives at the St. James Insane Asylum and always hears pounding and clawing even inside the padded walls.

Seriously! More stories!


Thanks guys! I actually thought of that myself I'm glad you liked it.

  • 06.19.2008 1:02 AM PDT

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"Laa shay'a waqui'n moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine. The wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words. We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins. Nothing is true, everything is permitted."

I didn't get that one........

Can you explain it to me please?

  • 06.19.2008 10:10 AM PDT

Short scary stories you say...
A woman driving.

  • 06.19.2008 10:13 AM PDT

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"Laa shay'a waqui'n moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine. The wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words. We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins. Nothing is true, everything is permitted."

Posted by: GTFan4Ever
Short scary stories you say...
A woman driving.


GTFO

  • 06.19.2008 10:15 AM PDT

Posted by: Rogue Ninja 411
Posted by: GTFan4Ever
Short scary stories you say...
A woman driving.


GTFO

Say please...

  • 06.19.2008 10:16 AM PDT

Posted by: Jessica416
Dreams...
Frank was alone, his wife died of cancer and his son, Alex was killed in a car accident just weeks ago. He also lost his job as a reporter after he heard, "And I took a big turd," instead of, "And he came 'round the curve."
He was just sitting there, watching American Idol and eating a bag of popcorn. He had some Coke, he refused to drink beer after the accident. It was too much to handle, sitting in a dark room all day watching shows that he's already seen 20 times. He left the house at 12:37p.m. for a drive around the neighborhood. He listened to Nervana on his trip to nowhere. He was gone for some hours, about one or two, when he came home at 12:37p.m. with McDonalds (there was a 24-hour drive through) and watched some House.
He heard banging upstairs, and thought it was his dog, Mutt. He looked to his side for the remote when he saw Mutt at his side. He pulled a handgun out of his back pocket, and slowly walked upstairs. He scanned both the 1st and 2nd floors.
He decided to get some sleep, so he layed down. He stared at the clock, now 12:37 p.m. He had a dream, he was chasing someone across the house, randomly shooting. But then,while he had to reload, the ghostly figure chased Frank up the stairs. He locked the door and fainted.
Frank woke up, seeing a man throw a knife into Frank's chest. The last thing he heard, the grunts of a thirty year old man. The last thing he felt?The knife digging itself into his chest like a worm digging into the ground. The last thing he saw? A pisture of Alex, Lora and Him. Next to the picture was an alarm clock, and the red digital lights of 12:37 fell into his mind...

Wait, he left at 12:37 and came back at 12:37? I want that car that he drove. And 12:37 pm would by in the afternoon.

  • 06.19.2008 10:24 AM PDT

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"Laa shay'a waqui'n moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine. The wisdom of our Creed is revealed through these words. We work in the dark to serve the light. We are Assassins. Nothing is true, everything is permitted."

Posted by: GTFan4Ever
Posted by: Rogue Ninja 411
Posted by: GTFan4Ever
Short scary stories you say...
A woman driving.


GTFO

Say please...


Please. Now, take it back, or leave.

On another note, these stories are CREEPY!!!!!

  • 06.19.2008 10:33 AM PDT

Posted by: avohip
MY GOD! you keep making me look over my shoulder!

Yeah, I keep doing that and keep seeing the couch I'm sitting on.

  • 06.19.2008 11:25 AM PDT

rofl

  • 06.24.2008 10:58 AM PDT

Posted by: I DeaconBlues I
Posted by: Pyro Guard
Posted by: soulkiller619
holy crap dude, that is messed up
Posted by: I DeaconBlues I
This is an original story I just wrote!
Knock Before You Enter
One night Kyle Bailey’s parents offered Rachel a babysitting job as they were invited to a High school reunion. They were to be home at around 2 A.M., or at least that’s what they told Rachel. Rachel was only seventeen, and had only little experience in babysitting. But since Kyle was eight years old and basically able to handle himself, she thought she’d be alright.
The night seemed to be an easy one as Kyle kept to himself in his room which allowed Rachel to watch T.V. and talk to her boyfriend on the phone. At about twelve a clock Rachel went to check on Kyle and found he was safely asleep in his bed. Relieved she returned to watching T.V. in the living room. At around twelve thirty she heard a knock at the front door. Odd, she thought. Someone knocking this late, but maybe Kyle’s parents had returned early. In a sensible manner, she didn’t immediately open the door.
“Who is it?” Rachel asked.
“Oh this is just Mr. Hurston from down the street, your parents wanted me to come by and check on you to make sure everything is alright, mind letting me in young lady?”
Frightened, Rachel thought logically about the situation. Her parents did not know where she was babysitting, and Kyle’s parents would not send someone by who didn’t know her name.
“Go away right now or I’m calling the cops!” Rachel yelled shakily.
“Hey now, hey now, no need to do that, obviously you’re ok so I’ll just be on my way.” Replied the stranger.
Scared, Rachel went to make sure Kyle was alright. Everything seemed fine so she anxiously wasted time wishing two o’ clock would come sooner. At around twelve forty five, she heard knocking again.
“Mr. and Mrs. Bailey?” Rachel said in a frightened voice.
She heard nothing but loud knocking and scratching.
“If you don’t answer now I’m calling the cops, I’m not kidding!” Rachel yelled demandingly.
No answer. The knocking had become pounding, the scratching had become clawing. Rachel maneuvered herself around in attempt to see the doorway through the window, but she couldn’t get and angle. Her heart beating she screamed one more time,
“Who are you? What are you trying to do? Leave me alone I’m calling the cops right now!”
Still no answer, just the constant pounding of the door. She wondered how long it would be before the stranger broke down the door, or tries a window. She immediately dialed 911.
“What’s your emergency?”
“There is someone trying to break in the house I’m babysitting at! Please help, I’m only seventeen! Please hurry!”
“Where is the house?”
“Um, um 126 Angel Bend, Please come he’s going to get through!”
“We’re on our way.”
Rachel ran and hid under the bed in the master bedroom. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! She could her pounding from all the in there. She began crying uncontrollably, minutes seemed like hours. Miraculously the pounding and clawing finally stopped. Rachel thought the police had finally come but she wasn’t taking any chances. She waited there until she heard voices,
“Rachel, are you there?”
It was Mr. and Mrs. Bailey, she ran out only to find dismal looks upon their faces. They comforted her but she could tell something was not right. She ran to the doorway only to see Kyle. He had been stabbed in the stomach, and his knuckles were skinless. His fingernails were peeled off and his vocal cord had been severed. The door was covered in blood. She realized what had happened. Rachel now lives at the St. James Insane Asylum and always hears pounding and clawing even inside the padded walls.

Seriously! More stories!


Thanks guys! I actually thought of that myself I'm glad you liked it.

Wait, what did rachel realize? i dont get it!

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Thank you for taking the time to look at my signature.

NOW GTFO!!!

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here is a true story we were on a school trip to holland me my friends were in the elavator we were going up and down for the fun of it my friend needed as wee but we ignored him we go out laughing our heads of then our other mate was quiet and we realised he wet himself and he said "i couldnt help" i could have wet myself in laughter and dont ask me why i put this oni think it was funny btw this was when we were 11 years old
So that was a year ago?

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There is an urban legend in my town of Kokomo, Indiana. We have many urban legends in fact, but there's one in particular. The story is set on Old Sycamore Road which an old road in the farmland, and open field area of my town. There's a small bridge off Old Sycamore Road that takes you onto another road, and it takes you to the next town. The story goes a man, or a boy fell off the bridge, and died once hitting their head on the rocks underneath the bridge, and if you were to drive on Old Sycamore Road at night, and you were to cross that bridge, then the "ghost" of the man, or boy appear next to your car once you pass the exact spot they had fallen from until you exit the bridge. My friends and I have tested this urban legend many times, and we have yet to see anything. We don't even know if anyone really died there, but true or false, it's an interesting, and eerie story, and visual.

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he legend is that if you sit in three of the graveyard chairs from midnight until one minute after midnight, you will have the ability to see ghosts -- but you will pay with your life. This, however did not apply to three high-school football players on Halloween Night in 1976. They pulled into the graveyard, in the middle of a large, open area. They had heard the legend and decided to try it, but one of them refused to try it. The friend sat down and watched the other boys run from one chair to the other. Then he sensed that something was wrong. They were leaning over to the side with their eyes rolled back, rasping. The boy began frantically screaming for help as his friends kneeled over and grabbed his leg. It is said that the boy also saw spirits for an instant. The boys died and the survivor never spoke a word. Of course, there were people mourning their loved ones nearby. They witnessed the event and filed a police report detailing what happened. No one really knows what those chairs are, except that they have been there since the town was founded. Submitted by Kyle



In Fairmont, West Virginia, there is a small house and rumor has it that the house is haunted. My mom told me a story about when she was a young girl, the house was occupied by a family who no one really knew anything about. Everyone in the neighborhood was afraid of them. My mom went to school with the youngest girl in the family, who looked tired all the time and never spoke a word. Her dad was even more scarier and looked as if he was always mad. The girl seemed afraid of him. Nobody thought this was unusual because everyone was afraid of him, until one night. The police were at the house, but the neighbors didn't know why they were there. The next day, my mom and her classmates found out what had happened. The father came home that night drunk and beat his wife and children to death. Then he went into his truck, set it on fire and shot himself in the head. Now they say, if you go anywhere near the house you can hear the painful screams of the family being brutally murdered by the father. Submitted by Heather



There was this couple in Scotland who had just moved into an old castle. When they moved in, they decided to empty out the wine cellar and found this large barrel of brandy. They tried moving it and even got a few friends around to help, but they couldn't budge it. In the end, they decided to have a housewarming party and give glasses of brandy out to empty the barrel and make it easier to move. A few days after the party, they went into the cellar and tried to move the barrel again. It still wouldn't move. The husband went to get his saw in order to cut it into smaller pieces and in turns they cut off the top of the barrel. Inside was a dead body and they had drank the brandy that had preserved it. Submitted by Angel Cutsforth



On an isolated road, around midnight, in upstate NY, a man and his girlfriend are driving. Suddenly a car approaches them from behind. "Pull over!" he says. The man shrugs and turns in a dirt road. He gets out and talks to the man. "What is it, babe?" the girlfriend asks, but she gets no answer. She shrugged and continued to browse through the different radio stations. Then she heard a crash "Babe?" she said hesitantly. She ran out of the car and saw her boyfriend's head bouncing back and forth on the radio antennae. The back lights were smashed in. Screaming, she goes to get her cell phone out of the car. As soon as she opens the car door she hears, "No use. . . No one will answer you." Submitted by Brittany



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 found out 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 to 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, aaaaaahhhhhhhhh! Submitted by Tarah and Alexia



It is said that in Mexico there is a ghost of a woman who drowned her kids. They call her the "Cry Baby" because she cries a lot. She is a wandering spirit, looking for her kids. If you misbehave with your parents she will visit you. She will come out if you are near a pile of water and scream "oh, my children!" It is not safe to look in her face! If you do, death will follow. IF I WERE YOU I WOULD BE NICE TO YOUR PARENTS! The part about the woman drowning her kids is real. I think that the other part about her coming out of the water is true. If you encounter her, I would recommend putting on some ear plugs and running away from her. Submitted by Freddie Martinez



On Halloween in 2003, my family and I went into the city because my mom had bought a car and she needed to make a car payment to the dealer. We decided to take my little sister and her friend trick or treating out there. My mom made her payment and my sister and her friend were trick or treating. It was getting late so we decided that was enough. We had along drive back home. We ate at a fast food burger joint and began the long drive home. When we were on the freeway, a car was driving right next to us and the driver was wearing a mask, staring right at us. Everybody started to get scared. He was keeping up with us and had his head turned sideways staring for about 10 minutes. Then he looked ahead and drove past us. Submitted by Maurice



Two 18 wheeler trucks were on a highway. The two trucks smashed into each other and all the people died. They took the trucks to the junkyard. A day later, it started to smell. It got worse every day. Finally they took apart the fused trucks and found a VW beetle with the passengers still in there, dead. Submitted by Jessica



On a warm summer night, a couple of friends of mine and I stayed up until about 3:00 a.m. talking about scary stuff that has happened to us. One began telling us about a weird encounter he had with a ghost or something supernatural. He said he was driving back home (from Abilene, Texas to Laredo, Texas) when he saw a hitchhiker on the road. As he passed the woman, he looked back in the rearview mirror to catch a last glance, when, to his surprise the woman appeared to be sitting in his back seat. He must of been really tired of driving or something but he just shook it off and continued on his way. Submitted by Edmond



One day I was outside with my best friend at about 11:30pm when all the sudden we see a van drive right next to us. He stops and looks like he's tweekin or something. We get all freaked out and start walking back to my house. He pulls up to my driveway, so we start running. He starts to get out of the van and we noticed that he had an ice pick in his left hand. So we start screaming and luckily my dad was still up working late in his garage, so he opens the garage and tackles the weirdo! He holds him there until the police show up. The cops tell us that we where lucky because we were the only ones to make it out of the six people he's tried the same thing on. We don't stay out that late anymore. Submitted by Coco Puff



One Halloween night, a 16 year old girl named May and her friends, Irene, Kate, and Leslie, were out driving to a Halloween party outside of town. So, of course, they took the freeway. The car was slowing down, like it was running out of gas, but the meter said it was full. May and Leslie went to check out the engine. When they opened the hood, there was a hand. A lone bare, hand. They were so frightened they couldn't scream. Leslie reached out to touch it then IT MOVED! This time they both screamed and Irene and Kate ran out the car screaming. They said there was a man with his flesh torn and a missing hand in the back seat. The girls ran and the car was chasing them slowly. May called the her parents, Irene called 911, on their cellular phones as they ran. But when the cops and May's parents came, all four girls were soaking in blood. Not their own blood. The cops found a black gemstone, unidentified, in the driver's seat -- covered with blood. The girls went ahead to the party. The address was just a vacant lot but in that vacant lot were many bloody, black, unidentified gemstones. Submitted by Aliz





There is a factory behind a middle school in Dallas, Texas. One day, four girls were walking home from the movie theatre that used to be there before the school. When they were in the middle of the field, two girls said they needed to use the restroom. They didn't want to go back to the theatre so they decided to climb over the fence and use the restroom at the factory. The two girls went while the other two stayed to help them over the fence. After twenty minutes, the two remaining girls heard deadly screams from their friends. They ran and their friends were never seen again. Today, the factory still remains and it is said if you cross the fence border, you too will never be seen again. Submitted by Laura

  • 07.01.2008 12:49 PM PDT

I really don't understand why I have a signature.

What the hell he's been blacklisted.

  • 07.02.2008 5:06 AM PDT