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What is this I'm ten and I don't even

One night a babysitter was babysitting some kids. They were fast asleep upstairs and she was downstairs in the computer room listening to music on the computer. Suddenly she heard the phone ring in the kitchen. She paused the song she was listening to,walked into the kitchen, and answered the phone. '' Hello?" she said. All she heard was the song she had been listening to continued exactly from where she had paused it. She hung up and looked at the computer room door which she had left open, now shut. She quickly called the police staring at the door the whole time. As soon as she heard ''911 , whats your---. The phone line went dead. She didnt know what to do. She had to get the kids down safely but if she went upstairs whoever was in the computer room could follow her up and kill them all. She decided she would risk it. She put a chair up against the doorknob and quickly ran upstairs. She gathered up the two kids (a 7-year-old and a 5-year-old) and ran back downstairs. The computer room door was no being pounded on and someone was yelling "Let me out!". She ran to the front door but stopped when the pounding ceased. Suddenly she heard a window break. She ran out with the kids and into the street screaming for someone to help. Suddenly she tripped and landed hard. Her ankle was broken and she couldn't walk. She told the kids to run and not to stop. So they ran. One looked back and saw a dark figure start to approach her. He turned around and all he heard was a scream and then a gurgling sound but he just kept running.

What do u guys think.

  • 09.07.2008 8:26 AM PDT

During the Great Depression many people fled the city to live off the land. Some wound up at Lake Carin. These people fished and builts themselves cabins. There was a family, the Cooks, who lived here before the Great Depression. They welcomed everyone sharing their food and helping with supplies. Slowly supplies began to run out, but this was over a course of a few years.Thankfully the econmy began to bounce back up and families slowly moved from Lake Carin back into the cities. Before a family would leave the Cooks would invite them over for the famous Tomato soup. The next day the family would leave early in the morning with no one saying farewell as to keep the emotions down. Now, everyone that lived by the Lake knew about the Cooks' Tomato Soup-it was rumored to be the best in America. People loved the rich salty and peppery taste. Know slowly everybody moved back into the cities. Twenty years later the Cooks' descendants moved away, leaving the house abondoned. It sat their for around twenty years, abandoned. A Housing Developer bought the land and began bulldozing the houses to make room for new houses. But when Jim, the developer, saw the Cooks' house he decided he had to have it as his own. So After a few years all teh others houses were built and sold. With the money Jim decided he would renovate the house so his large family could fit into it. His wife badgered him that she didn't like the large wall facing the lAke. She complained that it was rotting and it looked horrible. So when JIm began renovations he gave his wife a large sledgehammer. She smashed the wall in, making a large hole in it. Again she did this. It sounded as if something was dislodged, but in the excitement neither Jim nor his wife paid any attention to this. The fifth time she hit it there was a large crack. Jim's wife stuck her head into the wall to see what the noise was. A ribcage fell down. The bones, cracked open with the marrow extracted, fell down. Jim ordered the house destroyed due to his wife's frantis pleas-she couldn't bare to live in that house. So when a team came to destroy it they found the walls, the cielings, and the floors full of skeletons. It is said that one of the people in the bulldozing team found a Cook Book and puked at what was listed in the ingrediants section for Tomato Soup...

  • 09.07.2008 11:30 AM PDT

What is this I'm ten and I don't even

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During the Great Depression many people fled the city to live off the land. Some wound up at Lake Carin. These people fished and builts themselves cabins. There was a family, the Cooks, who lived here before the Great Depression. They welcomed everyone sharing their food and helping with supplies. Slowly supplies began to run out, but this was over a course of a few years.Thankfully the econmy began to bounce back up and families slowly moved from Lake Carin back into the cities. Before a family would leave the Cooks would invite them over for the famous Tomato soup. The next day the family would leave early in the morning with no one saying farewell as to keep the emotions down. Now, everyone that lived by the Lake knew about the Cooks' Tomato Soup-it was rumored to be the best in America. People loved the rich salty and peppery taste. Know slowly everybody moved back into the cities. Twenty years later the Cooks' descendants moved away, leaving the house abondoned. It sat their for around twenty years, abandoned. A Housing Developer bought the land and began bulldozing the houses to make room for new houses. But when Jim, the developer, saw the Cooks' house he decided he had to have it as his own. So After a few years all teh others houses were built and sold. With the money Jim decided he would renovate the house so his large family could fit into it. His wife badgered him that she didn't like the large wall facing the lAke. She complained that it was rotting and it looked horrible. So when JIm began renovations he gave his wife a large sledgehammer. She smashed the wall in, making a large hole in it. Again she did this. It sounded as if something was dislodged, but in the excitement neither Jim nor his wife paid any attention to this. The fifth time she hit it there was a large crack. Jim's wife stuck her head into the wall to see what the noise was. A ribcage fell down. The bones, cracked open with the marrow extracted, fell down. Jim ordered the house destroyed due to his wife's frantis pleas-she couldn't bare to live in that house. So when a team came to destroy it they found the walls, the cielings, and the floors full of skeletons. It is said that one of the people in the bulldozing team found a Cook Book and puked at what was listed in the ingrediants section for Tomato Soup...

that was interesting

  • 09.07.2008 2:29 PM PDT

Holy crap dude, the 2nd one send a huge chill down my spine when i read the last words.

  • 09.07.2008 6:36 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories! (New Story in the 2nd Stories thread! link in...

My Pokemon cards bring all the nerds to the yard,
And their like,
"You wanna trade cards,"
"Damn right, I wanna trade cards,
I can beat you, I got Charizard!"

what is anyones opinion on the story i posted? too long? boring? (u can be honest, it wasent my story :P)

  • 09.08.2008 1:55 PM PDT
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No.

Just so that you know people This has helped get me into college, and I will hopefully be going on to game design and development...

I'll post the finished version in a mo.

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No.

The End…

John decided it was worth the risk and entered the old derelict house; maybe there was a phone inside he could use to phone for help. He opened the old rotting and splintering door and then suddenly an overpowering stench of rancid meat filled John’s airways, he gagged for a second before blocking out the thought of the stench. He then entered the house.

John found himself in a small corridor that stretched all of the way to the back of the house. There were four doors on either side of the corridor, a trap door above John’s head and at the end of the corridor was an eerily dark set of stairs. The house was miraculously clean for something that appeared derelict from the outside; the only trace of dirt was a thin layer of dust that covered the whole corridor. John decided to look in the door closest to his right.

John reached for the door handle, as he touched it a shiver ran down his spine. As he turned the handle he felt his hand began to warm, and then boil. John pulled his hand away and clenched it, his hand was ice cold. The door then started to swing open of its own accord, a small cloud of dust blew into John’s eyes and as he looked up what he saw made his blood run cold…

John saw a man standing in the room. There were no furnishings in the room; there were water stains all over the ceiling and walls, a single light bulb hanging loosely from the ceiling. The man was tall, had jet black hair; lime green eyes and had a very dark expression on his face. John sighed in relief, at first he thought it was his father in the room but this man was far too young, and besides his father was in the hospital another fifteen miles down the road. John then noticed that in one of the corners of the room was a small boy huddled up in a ball; he looked just like a younger version of the man but with brown hair. John was about to start explaining to the man why he was intruding, when the man shifted his gaze from one of the walls to the boy and approached him. The man stood in front of the child for a moment and without warning raised a fist and drove it directly into the small boy’s ribs. John was horrified; he had some experience with this kind of thing. As the man raised his fist again John charged at him head first, but before he cleared the doorframe, the door swung shut hitting John on the head: he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

When John awoke the first thing he thought was to help the boy he had just seen. John staggered to his feet and ripped the door open. There was no longer a room there but in its place was a large brick wall. John didn’t understand; it didn’t make sense that a solid brick wall was put up in… John realised. How long had he been unconscious? He looked at his watch, it was three fifteen, and John had been out for three hours.

John resolved to continue looking for a phone, so he reached for the next door handle. Another shiver ran down his spine and the door swung open.

John saw a great field and a large building further back. The grass was emerald green and the sweet smell of spring hit John like a thousand tiny pinpricks. The building was large, it had many doors and a small tower, there were many children running around and playing, it was a school. John realised that he was looking out onto a school field; John saw the same boy that was being hit running around on the field, only he looked a little taller and had no signs that he had been beaten. John saw a woman in a black suit walking toward the child followed closely by a woman with a small badge on that he couldn’t quite make out. Although John was several metres away he could hear the woman in the suit clearly greet the young boy and tell him that the other woman was Margaret from Social Services. John was about to approach one of the women when the door violently swung shut. John pulled the door open but all that was there was a solid brick wall. John was confused but decided to check the other doors. He needed a phone and besides, he was by now more than a little curious.

John grabbed the door handle of the third door; a shiver ran down his spine. The door swung open.

John saw a large hall, filled with people. He noticed that most of them were university graduates; they were wearing the tell-tale mortar boards. There was a large stage set at the front of the hall, someone walked up on to the stage, John couldn’t hear anything but just as a diploma was being handed to the person he heard “is awarded to John Abbot”. John slammed the door shut. John Abbot was his name, how could there be a hall and a field next to each other in a house? Where did those places seem familiar from? Why did that person have the same name as him? It then hit John; this place was some sort of sick slideshow of the key events in his own life.

John felt faint, his mind was racing, and who would do this? Why would they do this? How did they do this? He decided to get out of there but as he turned to leave the house he noticed that the front door he had come in from was gone. John realised that whoever was doing this wanted John to see through all of the doors.

John opened another door, the now familiar shiver ran down his spine, he saw a bar, there were lots of people, and there was Julie. John closed the door. He hadn’t seen her since the accident and he didn’t need to have her shoved in his face now.

John opened the next door and saw a room full of people, all dressed in fancy clothes. He saw a dance floor and in the middle he saw himself, he saw Julie and he saw Charlie. John slammed the door shut, tears in his eyes he punched the door, the wooden door splintered and dug into his fist, John blocked out the thought of the pain. John decided that he should open the next door, but he already knew what was coming.

In his fury, John ripped open the next door so that it hung off of one hinge. He found himself looking into a car, there was Julie, he saw his best friend at the time Charlie and he saw himself. Charlie was driving the car and John was shouting at Charlie, telling him that he was drunk and that he had to stop the car. The car started to swerve more and more violently and then finally rammed through the railing of a bridge. As the car careened off of the side of the bridge and soared over a lake, time seemed to slow. John saw Charlie smash through the windscreen and Julie scream as the car smashed into the water and began to sink. Time sped back up and he saw the car fill up with water as he saw himself pull Julie’s unconscious body out of the now fully submerged car. John tried to close the door but he had broken the hinge, he was forced to watch his wife die all over again. John saw himself pull Julie out of the car and swim to the bank, and then he saw himself collapse. John then noticed that on the other side of the lake, in the distance was a small door hanging in mid air and in the doorframe was Julie, standing and looking at him. John fell to the floor in tears and when he looked up; he saw only a brick wall.

John stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes, he opened the next door and saw a graveyard, there was a tombstone with the words ‘here lies Charlie King’ John saw him self approach the tombstone, spit on it and walk away. John closed that door quickly and coldly.

John opened the last door with great hesitation; he was shaken up by seeing the highlights of his life in an hour. He saw himself driving a car on a mobile phone. He remembered from earlier that day, this was the call he had received from the hospital saying that his dad was in a coma. John then saw a small truck come out of the blue and collide with his lime green Mini Cooper. John saw himself careen through the window screen and hit the front of the truck that must have been going at near forty miles per hour. The thing that confused John was that he couldn’t see this house anywhere and that he had survived that crash. John closed the door.

John looked to see if the door out of the house had appeared back but there was still only a blank wall. As John wheeled around to take his last option of ascending the staircase he saw a hooded figure descend it. It wasn’t a skull or the devil, and it wasn’t hideous or terrifying… It was a familiar face. John collapsed in a heap on the floor, crying he looked up and screamed, ‘You’re not real!’

‘Yes I am John…’ said Julie calmly. ‘Please John. Stay with me. You have to. Forever.’

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No.

Julie ran a finger down the side of John’s face, John shivered; it was cold to the touch John began to panic, he knew that he couldn’t stay with Julie here, not yet, it wasn’t his time, he knew that much. ‘No!’ said John defiantly ‘I’m not ready to die’.

‘I am sorry John, I truly am, but it’s not something that can be un-done, the end is the end. All you can do is stay here, with me.’ Julie replied

‘I can’t stay, there has to be a way to go back, I’m not ready to die’ John whimpered.

‘The only way for someone to go back, is for a parting of ways, two souls are split permanently, and they can never meet again… John, do you really want that, you will never be able to see me again!’ Julie began to scream.

‘I’m sorry,’ John said, more collected now. ‘But I have to go…’

‘Ok’ Said Julie, calmly, tears running down her pale, cold face.

‘Well, how does this work?’ said John.

‘Goodbye John.’ Said Julie, her dry and pale face glistening with tears.

‘Good…’ John started.

‘Clear!’ Julie Screamed.

John awoke, lying in the middle of the road, in a pool of blood, he was surrounded by paramedics and one was crouched over him holding a defibrillator.
As John was being loaded into the ambulance, he looked out of the window, wondering whether or not any of that was real. Then he saw an old house at the side of the road; in one of the broken faded windows he saw a pale woman’s face, which looked familiar. As the ambulance pulled away from the house, John saw the woman’s face vanish into the darkness, forever.

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shhhhhhh

Wow. I'd just like to say I'm very impressed with this thread.

Anyway, My favorite kind of horror is Lovecraftian. The OP's stories touch base with the Lovecraftian horror style, and I absolutely love it.

Here's one story by Lovecraft, The Rats in the Walls.

  • 09.08.2008 4:05 PM PDT
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when i read the last sentence of "the watcher" it made my heart ache for some reason that actually is scary finding out that you were starring into a ghosts bloodshot eyes. :'(

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copy and paste this if you think sniper rifles are sexy! :D

I dont really understand the end? can someone tell me what happened in the end?

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copy and paste this if you think sniper rifles are sexy! :D

The person you described beside you're bed sounds exactly like that girl from "the Grudge" thanks for reminding me of that movie :( time for my nightmares :'(

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Here's one.

It's the last night of school before the final exams in a couple of weeks, and two female flatmates are sitting watching TV. They get a call from a fellow student inviting them out to a party. "Come on, it's gonna be a great night, lots and lots of fun!" the student says, and one girl finally decides to go out leaving the other at home to study.

The girls organise to leave a door open so the party-goer can slip in without waking the other up. "I'll be fine, you have fun". The girl's ride arrives and screeches off down the street.

When the party-goer returns early in the morning, she gently pushes the door open and creeps down the hall, without turning the lights on for her flatmates sake, and crawls into bed.

She awakes several hours later to the slam of the front door, and she remembers the conditions of last nights escapades. She sprints down the hallway, bat in hand, and pushes the door of her flatmates room open while also flicking on the light. She reels back in horror as the remains of her flatmate lie, neatly diced, all over the bed with the wall smeared in blood.

She makes out a message on the wall; "Last night sure was fun, aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?".

Thanks for reading.

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no

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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...


this story is very very similar to a story i read in a scary short story book i read once

Posted by: Darkreaper94

[quote]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 don't really get it... how did the dog die and who or WHAT killed her in the dark. Good story though but I kinda need an explanition.

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i got one for you...............your xbox broke!!!

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i got one for you...............your xbox broke!!!


NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

  • 09.09.2008 11:58 PM PDT

"krys"

  • 09.10.2008 12:10 AM PDT

Posted by: Frye77
Okay, here's mine:

Hillary or Obama win the Presidency! *Off to Australia*


AAAHHH! To Ireland!!

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I love creepypasta!

www.creepypasta.com/
www.encyclopediadramatica.com/creepypasta

...for all your creepypasta needs ;)

  • 09.15.2008 11:48 AM PDT

Why do people in ship mutinies always ask for "better treatment"? I'd ask for a pinball machine, because with all that rocking back and forth, you'd get a lot of free games.

Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: "Mankind". Basically, it's made up of two separate words - "mank" and "ind". What do these words mean? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.

Boo.

Scariest story eva.

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You turned around and got killed by a clown.

The End

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once upon a time their was a little S*** who wanted to look at youtube and when he did he clicked and saw....

We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

* Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've know each other for so long
Your heart's been aching
But you're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

(* repeat)

give you up. give you up
give you up, give you up
never gonna give
never gonna give, give you up
never gonna give
never gonna give, five you up

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

(* repeat 3 times)

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Okay, here's another one:

Teddy

One day, two parents took their little five-year old daughter to the flea market to go shopping. While they were there, they came across a little stuffed animal shop, and it was filled with all sorts of animals, big and small. The girl became to cry, and the parents decided to let her pick a toy to bring home. As soon as they told her, the girl got up and ran to one specific toy: A little grey teddy bear, with a single eyes, and a few stitches in its stomach. The girl demanded the bear, which she called Teddy for no apparent reason. The parents were a little unsure, considering the condition of the bear, fearing it might break and upset her, but their daughter was adamant, and they bought the bear.

After that, the girl and Teddy were inseperable. The child would take Teddy wherever she went. However, the father was a little disturbed, as the girl became isolated, shunning her friends at Kindergarten, only talking to the Teddy. At times, he would check on her in the night, to find her wide awake in her bed, talking to it. She would say "I love you so much, Teddy. I'll never leave you and you'll never leave me. You'll protect me forever, won't you Teddy?"

However, one day while they were in the park, the Father went to go get the girl - and Teddy, as it apparently got hungry - ice cream. But when he came back, the girl, and Teddy, were gone.

The Father panicked, and dialed 911, an Amber Alert was issued across the entire state, and police desperately searched for the girl.

At night, the father would lay awake, thinking about that Teddy. The damned Teddy. His daughter put too much faith in the bear, and didn't scream for help. She put too much faith in it, and now look at what happened!

Months passed, until someone arrived at the parents' door. The parents answered it, to find a police officer standing at the door. He told them that they had found their daughter, and the kidnapper, in a motel room. The Father asked to see his daughter, but the officer replied she was still at the motel room.

The Father demanded they bring the daughter home, but the officer insisted "Sir, you're going to have to see this for yourself."

An hour later, they arrived at the motel, to find a single door, room 13 smashed to splinters... from the inside. As they approached the door, the Father got an unbearable sense of dread. He wanted to run, he wanted to get away from the room, but his daughter was there, so he went in.

He found a bloodbath. Nearly every inch of wall, floor and furniture was smeared in dark blood, organs littered the room, the TV had been smashed, flecks of red still on the remnants of the screen, and laying on the bed was a burned, shriveled, bloody tattered corpse, the apparent kidnapper. The daughter was there, smiling and giggling in a corner. Teddy was nowhere to be found.

The Father rushed to her, comforting her and asked her "What did you do to him?" The girl replied, saying she didn't do anything with a silly grin on her face. The Father's blood ran cold, and he asked who did do this is she didn't.

The grin still stretched on her face, the small child responded with three words...

"Teddy protected me"

Wow... O__0


You think YOU'RE disturbed? Try the realization that you thought up the story. I was trying to go for more of a F.E.A.R.-style horror, as I specialize in action writing, and F.E.A.R. kind of fits that genre.

So? whats the scary about this story?
The teddy bear protected a little girl¡ thats not scary¡
Its like a FBI teddy bear¡,dont u think that?

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the second to last one creeped me out...

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