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Faster than the speed of Muff!

Posted by: GOWSam
Hehe cheers. That took me ages to write -_-. What group is this?

you are such a liar ive heard that one before

  • 07.05.2008 10:53 AM PDT

Drifting away like a feather in air.....

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, that was awesome.

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Hmmmm..lets agree to disagree because I think Stephen King is a crazy son of a gun!

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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.

That was incredible.

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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.

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!

She realized that kyle being killed was the banging and scratching

  • 07.05.2008 11:22 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories! (500 Posts)

O__O

make sure that you see the new thread

[Edited on 07.05.2008 1:05 PM PDT]

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Posted by: YoungFastSnip3r
The Intruder


My friend's sister frequently babysat. One night, she was watching three kids, whose parents were going to be out until about 2:00am. She fed the kids and then they watched some movies. Around 8:00pm, she put the two-year-old to bed. At 8:30, she put the four-year-old to bed and at 9:00, the eight-year old.



She was still hungry so she went back downstairs to make herself a sandwich. When she was almost done, she heard the eight-year-old crying and calling her name. She went upstairs to see what was wrong. When she got up there, the child said she was cold, so the babysitter looked around for another blanket.



As she was doing that, she noticed that the window was open. She thought she had closed all of them but didn't think anything else of it. She closed the window, gave the little girl another blanket, and checked the other windows in the other two children's rooms to make sure they were secure, and then went back downstairs.



When she went back to the kitchen, she noticed that her sandwich was gone. She just brushed it off and blamed it on the dog. She made herself another sandwich. Again, she heard crying, but this time it was the four-year-old. She went to his room, and he too said he was cold. She noticed the window was open again. She was worried this time because she knew she had locked it. She didn't want to scare the child so she just shut and locked it.



She returned downstairs and turned on the alarm system. When she went back to the kitchen, she discovered that her second sandwich was gone. She was really worried so she decided to call the cops. When she told them that her sandwiches were disappearing, they thought she was crazy. She then told them about the windows opening repeatedly and they said it was probably just the kids doing it. After she hung up, she made herself a third sandwich.



She soon heard the two-year-old crying and went up to see what was wrong. Her window was also open. At this point, she was very frightened, so she gathered all of the kids, the cordless phone, and took them into a pantry closet in the kitchen. She called the police again, saying that she was really scared because someone keeps opening the windows and stealing her sandwiches -- and it's not the kids. They told her not to be worried, that they would be over in a few minutes to check it out.



She hung up the phone and held onto the kids tightly. A few minutes later, she heard a noise in the kitchen, and saw the knob turning on the pantry door. She was about ready to scream when a cop opened the door. She asked why they came so fast. He had a worried look on his face and told them to get out of the house. He then told her that on the phone, he heard a double click.


Took me a second to get it.
i dont get it what is the double click

  • 07.05.2008 1:11 PM PDT

Could we just settle this now?? The double click is a gun!!

2nd Scary Stories Thread

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OHHHHHH OK thanks

  • 07.05.2008 1:15 PM PDT

C Jackson

Posted by: Slider K21
FOOTSTEPS

A winter evening, Susie is left with her sister to spend the night at the house. Susie's mother has gone out, and left her daughter doing homework at the kitchen table.

After a few hours, Susie hears the door open and shut, and greets "Hi mum," but no response, she still continues her homework. The footsteps march upstairs. After a few seconds, the footsteps then come down, this time it is harder. Susie looks up to see the door closing, thinking her mother is running late for a meeting.

The door then opens and closes and the footsteps are creating a louder sound, as if someone is running. Susie looks up to see noone. She called her mother's name, no answer. Feeling uneasy, Susie calls her mother. "What's the matter?," Susie's mother asks "Oh nothing, I was supposed to call someone else," Susie lied. Right then she knew someone was in the house.

Frightened, Susie hides on the ground by the couch and stares at the reflection of the TV. The mysterious stepper walks in the kitchen and can be heard entering the living room, where Ssie was, but she could not see anyone. She heards the footsteps climb up the stairs again.

She remembered that her sister was still upstairs sleeping in her bedroom. Susie starts crying quietly and slowly walks upstairs. She finds her sister sleeping quietly in her room. Susie then hears the footsteps run downstairs opening every door and closing it. It gets rampant, sounding like it is getting aggrivated.

Susie screams at the creature to "get out." It obeys. The door opens and shuts with a strong force. Susie walks downstairs, frightened. She looks out the window, strangely, though, there are no footprints in the snow outside.
Something like that happened to my mom many years ago when she used to babysit. She was 14, or something.

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Prove me wrong.
I dare you.
My logic is undeniable.

Posted by: GOWSam
A young woman was sleeping in her bed, and it was her first day of moving into the new house. It was her first time she was living alone. At night, she couldn't get to sleep - uncomofrtable in the new bedroom - and sat their awake. She was relaxed by the thought of her pet dog lying under the bed, so she fell back to sleep. Suddenly, she was woken by a dripping sound. She became worried, so threw her hand under the bed to recieve a reasurring lick from her pet dog. After her hand was licked, she got up and went to the bathroom. 'Ugh, i left the tap on!' she cursed, and turned the nozzle on the tap around.

She went back to bed, and fell back to sleep. She was suddenly awoken again by a crashing sound of water. She stuck her hand under the bed, recieved a lick, and went into the bathroom again. The shower had turned on, so she switched it off - confused - and walked back to bed...now irritated and tired. She fell back to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She was awoken by a thundering sound outside, and harsh rain beating the windows. She ignored it, until she felt cold droplets of water hitting her face - and opposite her bedroom she noticed the bathroom window was open. She got the lick from her dog, and went into the bathroom to close the window. She tried the switch - it didn't work.

So she stumbled into the pitch-black room, and closed the window. Sighing, she looked towards the wall - as a strange smell was coming from it. Suddenly, lightning filled the room - and the girl saw her pet dog dead on the floor, and in blood written on the wall read: 'Humans can lick too'

The police found the dead body of a 20 year old woman the next day...

Posted by: GOWSam
A young woman was sleeping in her bed, and it was her first day of moving into the new house. It was her first time she was living alone. At night, she couldn't get to sleep - uncomofrtable in the new bedroom - and sat their awake. She was relaxed by the thought of her pet dog lying under the bed, so she fell back to sleep. Suddenly, she was woken by a dripping sound. She became worried, so threw her hand under the bed to recieve a reasurring lick from her pet dog. After her hand was licked, she got up and went to the bathroom. 'Ugh, i left the tap on!' she cursed, and turned the nozzle on the tap around.

She went back to bed, and fell back to sleep. She was suddenly awoken again by a crashing sound of water. She stuck her hand under the bed, recieved a lick, and went into the bathroom again. The shower had turned on, so she switched it off - confused - and walked back to bed...now irritated and tired. She fell back to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

She was awoken by a thundering sound outside, and harsh rain beating the windows. She ignored it, until she felt cold droplets of water hitting her face - and opposite her bedroom she noticed the bathroom window was open. She got the lick from her dog, and went into the bathroom to close the window. She tried the switch - it didn't work.

So she stumbled into the pitch-black room, and closed the window. Sighing, she looked towards the wall - as a strange smell was coming from it. Suddenly, lightning filled the room - and the girl saw her pet dog dead on the floor, and in blood written on the wall read: 'Humans can lick too'

The police found the dead body of a 20 year old woman the next day...
I heard that story before, but the end is different: "The dogs are not the only ones who lick"

  • 07.05.2008 2:48 PM PDT

That's the version I heard.

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  • 07.05.2008 2:57 PM PDT

Wow, I don't scare easily but "The Watcher" sent chills down my spine.

  • 07.05.2008 3:08 PM PDT

C Jackson

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Posted by: MaddogWolf owns
Posted by: YoungFastSnip3r
The Intruder


My friend's sister frequently babysat. One night, she was watching three kids, whose parents were going to be out until about 2:00am. She fed the kids and then they watched some movies. Around 8:00pm, she put the two-year-old to bed. At 8:30, she put the four-year-old to bed and at 9:00, the eight-year old.



She was still hungry so she went back downstairs to make herself a sandwich. When she was almost done, she heard the eight-year-old crying and calling her name. She went upstairs to see what was wrong. When she got up there, the child said she was cold, so the babysitter looked around for another blanket.



As she was doing that, she noticed that the window was open. She thought she had closed all of them but didn't think anything else of it. She closed the window, gave the little girl another blanket, and checked the other windows in the other two children's rooms to make sure they were secure, and then went back downstairs.



When she went back to the kitchen, she noticed that her sandwich was gone. She just brushed it off and blamed it on the dog. She made herself another sandwich. Again, she heard crying, but this time it was the four-year-old. She went to his room, and he too said he was cold. She noticed the window was open again. She was worried this time because she knew she had locked it. She didn't want to scare the child so she just shut and locked it.



She returned downstairs and turned on the alarm system. When she went back to the kitchen, she discovered that her second sandwich was gone. She was really worried so she decided to call the cops. When she told them that her sandwiches were disappearing, they thought she was crazy. She then told them about the windows opening repeatedly and they said it was probably just the kids doing it. After she hung up, she made herself a third sandwich.



She soon heard the two-year-old crying and went up to see what was wrong. Her window was also open. At this point, she was very frightened, so she gathered all of the kids, the cordless phone, and took them into a pantry closet in the kitchen. She called the police again, saying that she was really scared because someone keeps opening the windows and stealing her sandwiches -- and it's not the kids. They told her not to be worried, that they would be over in a few minutes to check it out.



She hung up the phone and held onto the kids tightly. A few minutes later, she heard a noise in the kitchen, and saw the knob turning on the pantry door. She was about ready to scream when a cop opened the door. She asked why they came so fast. He had a worried look on his face and told them to get out of the house. He then told her that on the phone, he heard a double click.


Took me a second to get it.



I don't get it?


Edit: Wait, does it mean us reading it when he hears a double click? Lol. I was soooo hungry I are took her sandwichs!

the double click ment that he was loading a gun
It didn't mean he was loading a gun, it meant that someone else was listening in on the call from another phone in the house and the policeman heard him hang up after the girl hung up.

  • 07.06.2008 8:18 AM PDT

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Posted by: Glue Sniffer
This is the Scariest Story I have ever read.

very long but more than well worth the read!

  • 07.06.2008 8:59 AM PDT

Yea I read that..
Posted by: deadbobby2
Posted by: Glue Sniffer
This is the Scariest Story I have ever read.

very long but more than well worth the read!

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am post a story okay? NOTE: I DID NOT WRITE THIS IT IS FROM A BOOK

A univeristy in the south some where has a frat members of the frat would a initiate a fellow member by making them go as far as possible into a "Haunted House" with only candles 2 new members were being initiated. One candle blew out on the 2nd floor then the next on the third.
Although the students did not come out. so they others thought they reversed the joke on them and that they would show up tomorrow. They didn't so they told the Dean the kids were not arrested but the frat was ended. Now around the time of the disappearances a member of the frat would mysteriously die or go insane. One frat members was quoted "I am usually okay but today i feel a little peculiar"

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Okay I have a story this is mine not from a book

THE SOLDIER

In early 1990's towards the end of the cold war. The United States had a special forces team in the Arabian desert. To help fight the Approaching Commies well in the very end there was word of retreating Russians. During the raid there was a team compiled of Americans & 2 Arabs.
The Americans were Ryan Loniero, Bruce Stinner, Robert Franklin. The Arabs we Aziz and Laden. it was a small Russian warehouse somewhere in Pakistan. when outside the men noted loud shrill screams from within the warehouse. They were thinking Arab prisoners. The plan was to have 2 men storm the main warehouse door another charge into the door that leads to the 2nd story office the last was to enter the side door. Ryan lead the group so him and Aziz storm the main door Laden and Bruce stormed the side and Robert got the office. when they did it nothing was found. But Rob broke the silence over the radio when he said sir get up here. they went to check it out all they saw was 4 Dismembered body's probably Russian. they called Bruce and Laden on the radio. they said they have seen nothing but heard strange noises. then a blood curdling scream and gunshots were heard over the radio. Aziz rushed out Yelling " MY BROTHER!!"
"Bruce, Rob get him will ya i'll radio command"
'Okay"
he next all he heard was screaming and guns over the radio "Run captain'!'
Bruce yelled. So he did when he was found 3 days later he told the story the said probably Russians. but before he left he saw a name of the warehouse with a bloody hand print.
he searched librarys and found out that during WW2 Russians would executed German children there and then desserted it after the war. One of the kids was an african shamans chilid and was captured and brought to germany then again to that place before they slaughtered him he cursed and said the next russian to enter would release the spirits to fight the -blam!-s again PART 1 ends

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PART 2

the war was ended but Ryan soon found himself in the Middle east again during the gulf war although he was in Pakistan with another team unidentified. there was a mortar on the nearby base and they followed it back too the warehouse ( if i wasn't clear last part the kids fought for the Na-zis) anyway so they saw the warehouse and heard nothing the went to check it out except for Ryan
"lets go" a marine replied
"Uhhh i can't"
"Why"
"just go will give you cover fire"
"ok"
for the next few minutes nothing...Until that ever so familiar scream he over came his fear and charged the warehouse. nothing it was just dark he turned his flashlight on. he saw a blood trail and heard dragging noises he look and saw his men dragged by nothing then he turned again to see a little German boy spoke German to Ryan in German he said hello
"hi to you too" Ryan replied in German
"you speak German well" said the chilid
"what is this place?" asked Ryan.
"Welcome to Hell" said the boy and disappeared.
Ryan became freaked out and ran towards the door locked all locked. he saw what looks like little kids with blindfolds walking towards him he was now afraid.he was exploring an area he a large fire place he saw a girl then he saw here face chare into ashes to reveal bones he ran to a large empty room with a window then he saw kids coughing in it and realized it was a gas chamber all around he saw kids dieing little did he know hell has just BEGUN..... PART2 end

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I saw your mom

  • 07.07.2008 12:38 AM PDT

I'M GONNA HEADBUT YA!!
I'M GONNA HEADBUT YA!!
I'M GONNA HEADBUT YA!!

One day.......

















I made a thread like this
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O god no

They're changing coke again! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!

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Geeze, The Medic was so creepy lol. That would be really weird and disgusting if you found someone else's skin and muscle on you.

  • 07.10.2008 5:06 AM PDT

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

Posted by: efeld258
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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.

That was incredible.


Thank you very much!

  • 07.10.2008 5:18 AM PDT

Forever the Darkness prevails!

scary -blam!- thank you for giving me nightmares.

  • 07.11.2008 9:57 AM PDT
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i love all these stories some are scary as -blam!-

  • 07.11.2008 10:10 AM PDT