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Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Posted by: jemima
Wow! Finally! [url= http://www.youfail.org]Here[/url] you go... I have to warn you that it isn't worth it. Such a failure this week. I would rather have not had an update at all.


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^^^Jemima Got PWNED^^^

The Clown and Hotel ones scarred the -blam!- outta me... I went and turned on every light in the adjacent three rooms.


*Grabs Shotgun and waits for Clown/ Albino Lady*

  • 03.15.2008 5:03 PM PDT

What?

this... Thread... is... Awesome, ive never been so scared in my life, not llike the time i was reading some of the creepiest things that have happened to you thread posts, nice, i think the one with the boy was sick, why would they do that, im full of anger bout that one tho

  • 03.15.2008 5:06 PM PDT

There is a demon of great evil, that will be able to walk upon the Earth if someone is told of its existence and does not repeat the name to another. To the best of my ability, his name roughly approximates "Jkqxxllyuo".


This was told to me by a rather unkempt man on the street; if you have not noticed it already, I just told it to you.

  • 03.15.2008 5:07 PM PDT

Posted by: spongejerk89
Posted by: Raptor2005
There is a demon of great evil, that will be able to walk upon the Earth if someone is told of its existence and does not repeat the name to another. To the best of my ability, his name roughly approximates "Jkqxxllyuo".


This was told to me by a rather unkempt man on the street; if you have not noticed it already, I just told it to you.


Well, i seems everyone is doomed because i can not pronounce it.

lol


The next time you make a purchase, hand the clerk a $1 bill and ask her to make change. She will hand you back a number of coins, several of which bear the likenesses of long dead historical figures.

  • 03.15.2008 5:10 PM PDT

Lets keep this thread alive!

[Edited on 03.16.2008 8:00 AM PDT]

  • 03.16.2008 7:58 AM PDT

Posted by: spongejerk89
Posted by: aledog1
r u making these up, because if u are....you might be related to stephen king....lolz

edit:
sorry did not see the thing at the top


Actually, he isn't related to Steven King but I am(no kidding)

Really? Can't believe you without proof.

  • 03.16.2008 8:00 AM PDT

I'm gonna live forever. Or die trying.

I was riding home from school today on my bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced yard were three guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground, bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into the downed man's head again, when the men realized a whole busload of kids was looking atthem. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call, the other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point, the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just seen. Then she got scared and said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00 and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.

  • 03.16.2008 8:03 AM PDT

Posted by: Erazor Dragon
I was riding home from school today on my bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced yard were three guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground, bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into the downed man's head again, when the men realized a whole busload of kids was looking atthem. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call, the other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point, the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just seen. Then she got scared and said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00 and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.

lol good one!

  • 03.16.2008 8:05 AM PDT

Posted by: ultratog1028
Old.
Well it's been on the internet since last week. That's like 6 months internet time.

Have you ever herped so hard that you derped?

Posted by: Erazor Dragon
I was riding home from school today on my bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced yard were three guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground, bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into the downed man's head again, when the men realized a whole busload of kids was looking atthem. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call, the other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point, the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just seen. Then she got scared and said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00 and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.


lol good one!
03.16.2008 8:05 AM PDT

lol

  • 03.16.2008 8:56 AM PDT

Ok, everyone, i need some ideas so i can make up some stories of my own!

  • 03.16.2008 9:16 AM PDT
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lol when i first saw it i saw "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air" and im like HAHAHA!!! then i read it.
Posted by: MarcusWk2
Posted by: Erazor Dragon
I was riding home from school today on my bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced yard were three guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground, bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into the downed man's head again, when the men realized a whole busload of kids was looking atthem. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call, the other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point, the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just seen. Then she got scared and said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00 and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.


lol good one!
03.16.2008 8:05 AM PDT

lol

  • 03.16.2008 9:23 AM PDT

Lets keep this thread alive!
comments on my work-in-progress?

  • 03.16.2008 9:43 AM PDT

My logic is undeniable.
the.dredwerkz@gmail.com
e-mail me about anything.
Don't send me group invites.

I didn't really understand the last one in the OP. Unless it's saying they murdered their kids instead of smashing up the dolls.

  • 03.16.2008 9:43 AM PDT

yup
accidently

I want to become a short horror story writer, so i am going to be writing my ideads here!
what do you people think of my work in progress?
Lets keep this thread alive!
I'm working on a new story called The Serial killer, and its about this person who wakes up to find a person outside his 2nd story window at 2AM, then he blinks and its gone. then when he wakes up, he finds a ladder outside the window. he also finds the door to his room open, but the rest of his family was sleeping and the windows and doors are locked. from the inside. which means, he couldnt have left if they were locked from the inside. then the person calls the cops and they find him in the attic. waiting for someone to come up.

I wrote this one myself! what do you guys think?
Thats just the framework of the story, i need to add the main characters name, the circumstances for the sotry, etc.

[Edited on 03.16.2008 9:48 AM PDT]

  • 03.16.2008 9:45 AM PDT

My logic is undeniable.
the.dredwerkz@gmail.com
e-mail me about anything.
Don't send me group invites.

Got a couple of story's not really horror stories but they are walls of text. Did them for my GCSE's

A town at night

The air is still, the foul stench of mechanical beasts is slowly fading away into the fog. Their glowing eyes finally laid to rest giving way to total darkness. A tranquillity pierced by frequent ‘man made’ structures used only to disrupt the contentment of sleep. Not satisfied with the natural wonder of the stars blinking so far away they turn to their own pitiful imitations of a stars majesty. Casting their weak light on the deliberately placed stones uniformly immortalised by the synthetic glue designed only to disturb nature’s progress in re-sculpting the earth. Caves with walls no thicker than tree trunks line up in consistent lines form rows these in turn form columns. Some identical on the inside rendering them useless to personality. The forged stars held up by a cold material shaped into a column only to serve a single purpose. The same material, although beautiful in its many colours prevent the passage into the warmth of the caves. Each one of the barriers as thin as slate but having all the strength of granite, even more baffling are the numerous holes cut into the barrier. Visible, on the other side, magnificent waterfalls each as flat and motionless as the last but all reflecting the light of the true stars. The dense fog reappearing as droplets of water on this surface slowly brought motion back to them. The mechanical beasts have stopped their continuous putrid outward breaths and have come to rest in small cramped areas marked off by white contours on the ground. Never before have I seen so many different creatures sleep in one place so close together and not stir as to disrupt their neighbour. The animals feeding ground is not far away. These creatures do not feed like other animals; they swallow liquids describable only as bile through the side of their stomach to expel it as the all too familiar smoke. Another creature stumbles helplessly onto the stones, and expels the contents of its stomach into a nearby opening to an underground stream. Another of its kind walks past it with none of the clumsiness and does not appear to notice the first. Now in need of food it gets up and returns to its stagger. Slowly weaving past caves that are holding parties of hundreds of these animals it halts again. This time it remains upright. What appears to be its mate approaches and physically supports her. She turns around and points at something; her man straightens up and follows the direction of the finger. The man grasps hold of a third person who panics in the situation. The words come out as a mumble causing the man to tighten his grip. The third party pauses trying to compose himself. He says in his feeble minded autistic voice “please she dropped this” I pull a short cold object out of my pocket not dissimilar to a conifer leaf and hand it to the man. He promptly loosens his grip.
“We are obligated to help you—what? Are you too mentally inadequate for thought to know what we are obligated to help you means?”
“No”—he...I said. “I just... remember things differently”


Hit a snake

The mornings were bright in the office of Senator Kim Dae Jung; his side of the building was facing the east, towards the dense vegetation of Kuri. He stepped up to the flat panel glass to observe the sun washed city streets below, this was by far the tallest building in the city and easily the most expensive. Outside the temperature was a little below freezing, not noticeable to the occupants of these centrally heated offices. He stood there for a while straightening his already immaculate tie, an unconscious movement triggered by intense worry. His brother’s suggestion had made him more tense than the election by itself ever could.
Kim’s secretary knocked twice quietly on the door—“Come”
She entered somewhat uneasy. Having worked with him for the past five years she could sense when there was a problem.
“Your brother’s on the line”
Silence.
“Shall I tell him you’re busy?”
Jung sighed heavily.
“No, I’ll take it.” He said quietly.
He sat down as she left. Twiddling his thumbs waiting for the phone to ring. Jung didn’t answer at first rethinking whether or not he should pick up the receiver. But:
“Hello?”
“Hello, Senator? It’s Syngman.” The impatience at being put on hold was audible in his voice.
“How are you brother?”
“Ok, have you thought about what I said?”
Pretending not to have heard him Kim shunned the question by answering:
“How’s mother? I haven’t seen her lately”
“She’s surviving, barely. It’s only the money that you gave her keeping her alive.” Although the question had only been a change of subject he knew there was concern buried within it. “Look if you’re worried she thinks you’ve lost your love for her, I can tell you not to fret, paying for her treatment couldn’t be more appreciated” Syngman was irritated by mixing business and family and got back to the real reason he called. “I got you a front page story with the independent; working with the north might be why your polls have dropped, in my opinion you’d probably be better not showing them support” The last poll had been conducted by Syngman at Kim’s request. He had appointments overlapping late into the night, so it seemed practical.
Kim broke his silence:
“Whether I win the election or not, Korea should be united not divided.” He said this with a somewhat authoritative tone as though to beat his brother down.
“I think mother would prefer you not to encourage their sadistic ways in the south” Syngman paused, thinking this could spark an argument, the last thing Kim needed. So: “I’ll leave you to think about things. We’ll meet soon brother” and without even waiting for an answer he hung up. Kim knew what he meant when he said think about things; Syngman was tied heavily with corruption. Every man had a price, whether it be in his wallet or over his head.

Two weeks had passed, Kim had turned the polls around completely, had gained support in areas not even he thought would be possible. All question of a fraudulent ending was forgotten. The mail arrived as usual. Seven o’clock on the dot, the familiar sound of a traffic jam so many hundreds of feet below. Before he opened the mail he once again stepped up to the flat panel glass, no adjustment of the tie, he was as confident as he had ever been. Looking down at the crowded streets he couldn’t help but smile. Returning to the mail, paper knife in hand, he opened the first envelope. Nothing interesting, only another enthusiastic sponsor. The second however made him ponder. The paper was dry but crinkled as though it had been soaked in water. The letter had a hallmark he recognised. It was that of the South Korean army. On inspection of the front he noticed there was no address or stamp, only his name.

Kim Dai Jung

Why would someone hand post a letter to an office? More specifically why would someone hand post a letter to his office? To him? Opening the letter was surprisingly tough even with a knife. It contained 8 lines:



During your military service we have evidence, including witnesses;
you did not perform your duties fully whilst in conflict with the north.
This evidence is due to be reviewed in two months.
You do not need to be told this carries capital punishment and exile
for your family. Conclude your campaign, emigrate and you
will not face these charges nor will your family be affected.
If you were to end your campaign the evidence of such happenings
Would be destroyed upon public revelation of your resignation.

Kim immediately picked up the receiver and punched in the number for the family home. He tried to make it seem as if he was only making the call to check on his meal, arranged for him by a very important supporter. The cleaner told him what he was dreading. “Your man arrived and picked them up as you asked; why is something wrong?”
“No; nothing” He hung up.
The police. No, they’re as crooked as a Virginia fence, they probably know about this already. Who would listen?
He thought about it for a while deciding how he would justify himself. Finally he came up with an answer.
Syngman answered his phone with clear annoyance, he had evidently been busy.
“Yes brother?”
“You suggested dire deeds to win this election?”
“Yes Jung I did”
“Do you believe it justified to perform such actions for the sake of someone’s well being?”
“What must be done?”
Kim was stunned, Syngman took no persuading. However it was Syngman who suggested it to Kim first.
“Come to me brother we will talk in person, we can’t take any chances”
He slowly put down the receiver not making the slightest sound.
To Kim the next half hour was the longest of his life. He did nothing but fiddle with his tie; it would have passed parade in the army. It never did when he was serving. He stepped up to the now dark glass panel window, peering down at the empty lamp lit street. Not a person in sight, the administrative part of the city became a ghost town after dark, apart from the odd light illuminating the work of some lonely soul doing overtime. Syngman arrived just as Kim had finished reading the same eight lines for the fiftieth time. “You need me?” he said entering the room.
“Yes, today I received this letter” He passed the letter to Syngman who read it carefully.
“What do you wish to be done?”
“The only thing that matters to me is my family” Kim paused pondering the situation. “This election does not matter to me. It is only a status symbol.” “But my family are my life. This individual does not value life. Especially his own”. “Syngman, if you hit a snake and don’t kill it, you’ll regret it later—Make this thug regret he did not kill me”
“Brother” Syngman changed from a cowering tone to one of utmost supremacy.
Kim was looking at the end of his own existence, represented only by a clump of metal.
“He did”

  • 03.16.2008 9:55 AM PDT

Death before Dishonour.

The Floodonian Army

I liked "THE WATCHER" that one was pretty good.

  • 03.16.2008 10:03 AM PDT

creepy, huh?

  • 03.16.2008 10:18 AM PDT

Posted by: spongejerk89
Posted by: steelboom490
Posted by: spongejerk89
Posted by: aledog1
r u making these up, because if u are....you might be related to stephen king....lolz

edit:
sorry did not see the thing at the top


Actually, he isn't related to Steven King but I am(no kidding)

Really? Can't believe you without proof.


Well, i don't know how to prove it but i live in the same state as he does(Maine) All i can say is that he's my grandmothers, cousins, husband

cool

  • 03.16.2008 10:23 AM PDT

i PuNcH KiTTeNs
Ghost of Blackout!
CluTch Rocket

Been playing Halo since 2001. I know my Halo.

WOW! The one with the ghost in the hotel room actually made me shiver... The clown one would have too if I hadn't heard it so many times before!

Get new ones! I want to read more(wow, never thought I'd say that!)

  • 03.16.2008 10:40 AM PDT