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HIGH BEAMS
The girl driving the old blue sedan was a senior at the high school. She lived on a farm about eight miles away and used the car to drive back and forth. She had driven into town that night to see a basketball game. Now she was on her way home. As she pulled away from the school, she noticed a red pic-up truck follow her out of the parking lot. A few minutes later the truck was still behind her. "I guess we're going in the same direction," she thought. She began to watch the truck in her mirror. When she changed her speed, the driver of the truck changed his speed. When she passed a car, so did he. Then he turned on his high beams, flooding her car with light. He left them on for almost a minute. "He probably wants to pass me," she thought. But she was becoming uneasy. Usually she drove home over the back road. Not too many people went that way. But when she turned onto that road, so did the truck. "I've got to get away from him," she thought, and began to drive faster. Then he turned his high beams on again. After a minute, he turned them off. Then he turned them on again and off again. She drove even faster, but the truck driver stayed right behind her. Then he turned his high beams on again. Once more her car was ablaze with light. "What is he doing?" she wondered. "What does he want?" Then he turned them off again. But a minute later he had them on again, And left them on. At last she pulled into her driveway, and the truck pulled in right behind her. She jumped from the car and to the house. "Call the police!" she screamed at her father. Out in the driveway she could see the driver of the truck. He had a gun in his hand. When the police arrived, they started to arrest him, but he pointed to the girls' car. "You don't want me," he said. "You want him." Crouched behind the driver's seat, there was a man with a knife. As the driver of the truck explained it, the man slipped into the girl's car just before she left the school. He saw it happen, but there was no way he could stop it. He thought about getting the police, but he was afraid to leave her. So he followed her car. Each time the man in the back seat reached up to over power her, the driver of the truck turned on his high beams, Then the man dropped down, afraid that someone might see him.

I remember hearing that one before. I think it was in a book of scary stories or something.

yeah it was lol

  • 12.11.2008 10:03 AM PDT

Posted by: steelboom490
12.8.08 (not my story, I'm having a writers block and I'm looking up stories online.)
Drip, Drip, Drip

One night a young girl, Lily Foster, is left alone for the night, in her country house, while her parents drove out to town for a party. This was fine with Lily, especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, protecting her throught the night. She made herself something to eat, and sat down at the kitchen table. Turning on the radio to her favorite station, she was surprised to hear a news bulleten declaring that an avenged murderer was on the loose. It advised that people secure all windows and doors as a safety precaution. With her dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors. She went from window to window, and locked each of them one at a time. She reassured herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog, and that her parents would be home shortly, anyway. So, Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around eleven o'clock that it was time for bed. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom, and slid under the big, warm blanket on her bed. Before closing her eyes, reached her hand down under the bed, and allowed her dog to lick it- she did this every night, because it comforted her. A short while later she awoke to the sound of a scratching noise at her bedrooom window. She eyed the window, and reminded herself that the whole house was locked and she was safe. She stuck her hand under her bed and felt her dog's slobbery tongue cross over the palm of her hand. She sighed and went back to sleep. An hour or so later she sat up in bed...She had heard footsteps in the hallway, and crept out of bed to see if it was possibly just her parents returning from their party. Seeing nothing, she returned to bed. As she was about to stick her hand under the bed, she heard a drip, drip, drip, followed by some footsteps. She walked downstairs into the kitchen and secured the the taps. That surely wasn't the source of the drip. She crept upstairs and climbed into bed. "This is silly," she told herself "I'm probably just imagining things." She stuck her hand under the bed, and felt the dog lick her hand. An hour later she awoke again. A little mad at this point, she jumped out of bed. The dripping wasn't coming from the kitchen so it must be from the bathroom. She crept along the side of the hallway, and walked into the bathroom. She groped along the side of the wall with her left hand, looking for the light switch. She flicked the light on and gasped. There, hanging from the shower rod was Scout-skinned-a pool of blood had formed on the bathroom tile with a continuous 'drip, drip, drip' as the blood from the dog hit the ground. Something on the wall caught her eye; written on the wall was a message in blood..."Humans can lick too."


When I read the bold sentence, I knew it would be this story. I saw the exact same story on TV late one night when I was a young chap. Surely enough, it scared me.

  • 12.11.2008 10:11 AM PDT

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HIGH BEAMS
The girl driving the old blue sedan was a senior at the high school. She lived on a farm about eight miles away and used the car to drive back and forth. She had driven into town that night to see a basketball game. Now she was on her way home. As she pulled away from the school, she noticed a red pic-up truck follow her out of the parking lot. A few minutes later the truck was still behind her. "I guess we're going in the same direction," she thought. She began to watch the truck in her mirror. When she changed her speed, the driver of the truck changed his speed. When she passed a car, so did he. Then he turned on his high beams, flooding her car with light. He left them on for almost a minute. "He probably wants to pass me," she thought. But she was becoming uneasy. Usually she drove home over the back road. Not too many people went that way. But when she turned onto that road, so did the truck. "I've got to get away from him," she thought, and began to drive faster. Then he turned his high beams on again. After a minute, he turned them off. Then he turned them on again and off again. She drove even faster, but the truck driver stayed right behind her. Then he turned his high beams on again. Once more her car was ablaze with light. "What is he doing?" she wondered. "What does he want?" Then he turned them off again. But a minute later he had them on again, And left them on. At last she pulled into her driveway, and the truck pulled in right behind her. She jumped from the car and to the house. "Call the police!" she screamed at her father. Out in the driveway she could see the driver of the truck. He had a gun in his hand. When the police arrived, they started to arrest him, but he pointed to the girls' car. "You don't want me," he said. "You want him." Crouched behind the driver's seat, there was a man with a knife. As the driver of the truck explained it, the man slipped into the girl's car just before she left the school. He saw it happen, but there was no way he could stop it. He thought about getting the police, but he was afraid to leave her. So he followed her car. Each time the man in the back seat reached up to over power her, the driver of the truck turned on his high beams, Then the man dropped down, afraid that someone might see him.

That was actually pretty good.

  • 12.11.2008 10:25 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories! *2 new stories, page 30* 12.8.08

The Fear of Darkness

  • 12.13.2008 10:55 AM PDT

Get out of my house.
Mars If olive oil is made of olives and vegetable oil is made out of vegetable, what is baby oil made out of......OMG!!! O.0

I love this thread.

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  • 12.16.2008 4:16 PM PDT
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Two dormmates in college were in the same science class. The teacher had just reminded them about the midterm the next day when one dormmate — let's call her Juli — got asked to this big bash by the hottest guy in school. The other dormmate, Meg, had pretty much no interest in going and, being a diligent student, she took notes on what the midterm was about. After the entire period of flirting with her date, Juli was totally unprepared for her test, while Meg was completely prepared for a major study date with her books.

At the end of the day, Juli spent hours getting ready for the party while Meg started studying. Juli tried to get Meg to go, but she was insistent that she would study and pass the test. The girls were rather close and Juli didn't like leaving Meg alone to be bored while she was out having a blast. Juli finally gave up, using the excuse that she would cram in homeroom the next day.

Juli went to the party and had the time of her life with her date. She headed back to the dorm around 2 a.m. and decided not to wake Meg. She went to bed nervous about the midterm and decided she would wake up early to ask Meg for help.

She woke up and went to wake Meg. Meg was lying on her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Juli rolled Meg over to reveal Meg's terrified face. Juli, concerned, turned on the desk lamp. Meg's study stuff was still open and had blood all over it. Meg had been slaughtered. Juli, in horror, fell to the floor and looked up to see, written on the wall in Meg's blood: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights!"

Another Version.......

I heard about a girl who went back to her dorm room late one night to get her books before heading to her boyfriend's room for the night. She entered but did not turn on the light, knowing that her roommate was sleeping. She stumbled around the room in the dark for several minutes, gathering books, clothes, toothbrush, etc. before finally leaving.

The next day, she came back to her room to find it surrounded by police. They asked if she lived there and she said yes. They took her into her room, and there, written in blood on the wall, were the words, "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?" Her roommate was being murdered while she was getting her things.

  • 12.16.2008 4:22 PM PDT
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Creepy Pasta.

John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.

[Edited on 12.18.2008 10:49 PM PST]

  • 12.18.2008 10:46 PM PDT

~spread it on~

reading all these stories gave me some ideas. Ill try to make something up on my own. But Im off to bed for tonight though i guess, (well after i watch some 30 rock so i dont go to bed thinking about the thing in mommy's skin). Ill try and get something posted on here tomorrow afternoon.

well thats it i gtg, i think my roommates put something red in my keyhole...........

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You sleep. You wake. You see. You scream. /insert something scary here, bam!, instant scare/

  • 12.19.2008 12:53 AM PDT

WHEN LIFE HANDS YOU: High Fructose Corn Syrup, Citric Acid, Ascorbic Acid, Maltodextrin, Sodium Acid Pyrophosphate, Magnesium Oxide, Calcium Fumarate, Yellow 5, Tocopherol and less than 2% natural flavors...

Make Lemonade!


Teabag twin #1 is here to kick ass and chew gum. And I'm all out of gum.

I'm freaked out I might watch some Red vs Blue to get my mood up =)

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There is a little girl screaming at the top of her lungs. She lives in Manhattan on east sixty Third Street, her parents having recently been given promotions move from the projects and into their own condominium. The Robinson's would know what it was like to have a piece of the American dream and the success associated with it. Little did they know an ancient and malevolent enemy would overshadow their dreams of success? It is an enemy as timeless as he is evil. It is he; Mephistopheles, Asmodeus, Lucifer, Satan and the devil that has their daughter Wendy gripped by fear, a fear so intense that all she can do is to scream. Her parents are frantic.

Martha and Andrew, Wendy's parents, have been unsuccessful in their attempt to calm their daughter, who is a bundle of nerves. "What is it honey? Tell daddy what it is baby, no, no. Calm down sweetheart," said Andrew, looking helpless himself, not knowing how to quiet his screaming child. Wendy seems to be staring at something, but at present only she can see it and that is what makes this all the more horrific.

"Wendy baby, please calm yourself or you're going to be sick. Come on honey tell mommy what's wrong and why are you staring at the wall?" Martha asked.

Mommy. . Mommy ... mommy. You can't see him? He's standing over there mommy. He said he's going to eat my soul. Don't let him mommy. He said no one could help me. He said, when he's finished with me, he's going to kill you and dad too. Please don't let him ... please aieeeeeeeeeeee!" "Now, now, darling you've just had a bad dream that's all honey, you'll see. Please stop crying Wendy, everybody can hear you down the street," said Andrew, fearing that his neighbors might think Wendy is being abused.

Wendy's abuse comes not from her parents, who are very nurturing and loving. But it comes from one who is a misanthrope and primordial. This is an adversary who is every bit as clever as he is deadly. No poison was ever as dangerous or weapon nearly as potent as he who waits covered in a cloak of invisibility. Only those who are the intended victim at the time can see him. And see him they do, in all of his rage and fury. The devil is definitely in the details.

There are three members in the Robinson Family; Andrew is a brown haired, blue eyed, six foot, one hundred forty pound unassuming man. Martha, his wife, is auburn haired, blue eyed, petite one hundred eight pound beautiful five foot seven-inch woman. Their daughter Wendy is a brown haired, blue eyed, freckled face, sixty-pound seven-year-old girl, quite pretty and is screaming her head off.

The morning is a stark contrast to the awful event, which has unfolded. The sky is a wonderful blue, making it a splendid backdrop. Birds fill the air, flying in a kind of rhythmic procession. The atmosphere seems to be saturated with the smell and fragrance of cherry blossoms. There are also sounds everywhere. In the trees is the sound of the cicada. Crickets join in this orchestra, which at times appear to be keeping in tune with one another. The noise of children engaged in fun and games make the whole megullah of sound the most beautiful aria ever heard.

Mr. and Mrs. Robinson are having a fit, trying to get their child Wendy to simmer down. Wendy is staring at the wall. At least, that's how it appears to be to her parents who are worried beyond measure. "Maybe we should take her to see somebody. We've done all we can do and nothing seems to be working. What do you think, honey?" asked Andrew. "I don't know sweetheart. A psychiatrist might only confuse the situation. I wish I knew what she was looking at," said Martha, eyeing her daughter curiously and lovingly, as only a mother would do in a situation where a child is concerned.

The first such case in which a person was reported to be screaming continuously was in Quito Ecuador. In a little village, a woman stood screaming as she stared into her bedroom. An atmosphere of mysticism seems to permeate the area leaving the villagers, frozen with fear, chilled by terror and refrigerated into ambivalence. Every time the Ecuadorian woman, a black haired, brown eyed, ninety eight pound, five foot five inch gorgeous beauty would tell someone about what she saw, the demon threatened her with death. With every option taken away from her by this five foot, flaming red eyed, cloven tongued, hooves for feet and horns on the forehead monstrosity, the woman's only recourse lie in screaming. The demon was ghastly, horrible to look at.

The villagers knew of only one remedy for the situation, only one solution to the terror waiting in the wings, one shred of hope that would put a stop to this ancient nemesis. They needed a priest to perform an exorcism on the house, to rid the house and entire village of this spawn of the devil. The Ecuadorian villagers made haste to procure a priest, visiting one of the churches in their village. The priest having been given the details prepared himself for the battle that lie ahead. In his black bag he placed a crucifix, Holy Bible, priest's stole and Holy water. His black cassock is worn at all times. He is now ready to do battle with the demon. The villagers show Elder Ramon Guillermo where Luz Pasada lives. They arrive at her house one half hour later to find three of the neighbors there trying to comfort Luz.

Now inside the house, Elder Guillermo enters the corridor where Luz is standing. "Senora Pasada, how are you? Why are you so frightened? Can you tell me what's bothering you?" Asked Guillermo, hoping to get her to tell him in her own words.

"No sir. I cannot tell you. I want to, but if I do he said that he would.... he would... aiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" screamed Luz, as the demon inched his way closer toward her, his claws juxtaposed in a manner that suggested he was about to strike. "Es el Diablo. Por favor ayuda mi."

"Senora Luz, I will be saying a prayer to cast out the demon okay?" Asked Elder Guillermo, taking out the Bible and opening to the passage of scripture that reads; "then went the devils out of the man, and entered into the swine; and the herd ran violently down a steep place into the lake, and were choked."

"I say to you whom we cannot see to make yourself visible in the Name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth," charged Elder Guillermo, the demon's form became noticeable to all who were in the house. The ghastly creature, turning his attention to the priest began to howl like a wolf. "Man of God, why do you torment me by mentioning that name? Oowwoooooo!" The priest, seeing how effective the name of the Lord was began to say, "Shut up." In the Name of Jesus I command you to leave this village and never enter it or harm anyone here again." The demon started to twist, bend and cower in tremendous pain, and then suddenly he vanished into smoke. "You did see him, did you not? I mean, you see that I did not imagine it all, right?" "No senora Pasada it was all too real. Ay Dios mio," said the priest, his hands shaking nervously. That was in the year of our Lord 1650.



[Edited on 12.19.2008 9:40 AM PST]

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It is now 1990, three hundred forty years later and a girl named Wendy is screaming. It would appear that this same demonic being has found another town to turn upside down with fright. Just like the Ecuadorian woman, the Robinson's have run out of options. Their only solace lie in seeking spiritual help. Ordinarily, they are not religious. But this event which as taken place challenged everything the Robinson's have come to know and believe in. They are not aware of what happened in Ecuador more than three centuries ago. They only know that they've got to stop their daughter from screaming and shaking - at all cost.



"Martha, my brother-in-law Bill Patterson is a preacher. He belongs to a Pentecostal Church. Maybe he can help Wendy. It couldn't hurt," Andrew commented, his wife leaning her head on his shoulder sobs, "Call him honey. Our baby is in torment. We've got to help her."

Andrew calls his brother-in-law who agrees to come right over, since he lives across town, it will take about forty minutes for him to arrive.

Forty minutes pass and sure enough Bill arrives in his robe and other priestly gear. "Hi Martha, hey Andy. What's going on here?" "I hope you can stand to hear what I'm about to tell you. You see Wendy has been screaming and crying for more than two hours now. Nothing we try seems to help. She says there's a devil standing in the middle of the room. She claims that the devil threatened to kill her, Martha and me, if she tells anyone about him. Wendy says that the devil only want her to see him for now. Bill, can you help her? Can you convince her that it's all in her head? Andrew pleads.

"Hold onto yourselves folks because I've seen this before.

The priest, Bill Patterson reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a King James Bible. He walks over to where Wendy is standing, almost transfixed. As he gets nearer to where the child is, the demon starts to howl once more, knowing that his reign of terror is about to reach a startling climax. Holding the Bible in his right hand, Mr. Patterson lifted the Bible in the air saying; in the Name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, I command you to show yourself." The devil, twisting and writhing in pain howls in a manner that can only be described as out of this world, as his form is made visible. The sight and sound send a chill up the spine of everyone in the house. The priest, summoning up every ounce of courage he can muster says; In the Name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave this house and never bring fear upon this family again." The demon falls to the floor, writhing in pain. It is a pain so intense that it sets every fiber of its being on fire. A few seconds later, the devil is consumed into a huge vapor of smoke and disappears.

Wendy is her usual playful self once again, since the dark demon has been eradicated. Life has returned to normal for the Robinson's.

But what about the next victim?

Will they be as fortunate?

After all, this fiend keeps moving from town to town. He will not rest until he has consumed as many souls as he can, taking them with him to his realm where every kind of wicked intent gets played out. In his lair of darkness, he waits with all the patience of eons, his eyes coveting and his lust for souls increasing. God only knows what town he has planned to visit next.

God had intervened because of the strong faith exhibited by this family. Faith is absolutely essential, if an attack of this magnitude is to be thwarted and rendered harmless. Faith in almighty God is what causes this creature to cringe and do an about face.

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ELEVEN YEARS LATER

























In a Chicago suburban town called Haddonfield the monstrous entity has targeted yet another group, the McKinney family. He creeps from city to city, town, to town, since he cannot be destroyed, only delayed temporarily from completing his objective. Relentless in his quest to devour innocent souls, the demon launches his attack upon the weakest member of the McKinney family, Tonya. Tonya is a lovely brown haired, blue eyed, four foot, thin eight-year-old girl, quite pretty and she is screaming hysterically.

Standing between the bedroom and the hallway of the house, as is his usual custom, the dark angel menaces the already frightened girl with horrible facial expressions and threats of torture and death. He has enabled only Tonya to see him, which would make all of her claims about his existence to her parents seem like the product of imagination. The fact that the McKinney family doesn't go to church, but put their faith in science leaves them helpless to ward off this creature. A creature that is as old as tune itself, one which knows what man is afraid of, who knows man more than man know himself, for he was here before man.

Tonya's parents are at their wit's end, trying to figure out why their daughter is screaming. "Mommy, daddy, he's going to get me. The monster over there, he's going to kill me. Please mommy, daddy help me. He's coming closer, "cried Tonya, on the verge of collapsing. Her father, Thomas reaches opt and grabs Tonya in time before she toppled over, her eyes wide and her screams continuing. "What is it baby? Why are you so upset honey?" asked Thomas, holding his daughter in his arms, her mother standing by with both hands covering her mouth and looking over in the direction where Tonya is staring, seeing nothing but empty space. "Daddy, daddy... he's standing over there. Why can't you see him? He said he's going to kill me and that no one can do anything to stop him. You can stop him, can't you daddy?" Tonya asked, looking up at her father with the kind of assurance and confidence that a child has in their idol. "Honey, 1 can't stop what I can't see. Are you sure you didn't just have a bad dream?" he asked, hoping that were the case, so he could once again resume his role as a super dad, at least, in his daughter's eyes.

The morning air is scented with the fragrance of leaves on an entire avenue of trees that run in a line in this lovely suburban town. The sound of birds singing their beautiful songs along with other familiar noises found in nature. These all add a kind of splendor to the blue sky, a great backdrop.

Two squirrels are seen chasing each other, competing for the right to keep an acorn, which had fallen off one of the trees.

Tonya is filled with complete and utter exasperation, having no success in convincing her parents that the fear she is facing is a real one, one that is just waiting for the chance to attack her and attack her he will. "I don't know why you can't see him, he's right over there. Mommy, daddy I'm afraid," she sobs. "There's nothing to be afraid of sweetheart. It was just a bad dream, you'll see," said her father, trying to convince Tonya and himself as well. "But dreams happen when you are asleep, don't they? Well, I'm wide-awake and the monster is standing there in the hall. Don't let him get me, please aaaiiieeeeeeeeee!" she screams, being in terror by the beast that is only visible to her. "Baby there's nothing there," advises her mother, who is shaken by the state that their daughter is in, not knowing how to dispel her fears. "But he is there mommy and he's talking to me now," said Tonya. "What is he saying? Will you just listen at me, talking as though something real is there? Baby it's not real. Stop now or you're going to make yourself sick." "Mommy please believe me when I say he's real. He is right over there," said Tonya, pointing in the direction of the cloven tongued, double horned, two hoofed feet, frightening demon. "Okay, okay Tonya, I'll prove he's not real," said her father, reassuringly. "How daddy? How can you prove that he's not real, when he's standing right there just waiting to get me? He has arranged it somehow so that only I can see him and he's going to get me mommy and daddy, he's going to get me," said Tonya, still weeping pitifully, more upset that her parents do not believe what she's seeing and experiencing is very real. The devil, no longer able to contain the awesome rage that has built up to a feverish pitch says angrily; "Didn't I tell you not to make me known? Do you remember what I said I would do to you, if you told anyone about me?" said the beast; closing in on Tonya, inch by terrible inch. Tonya's mother and father stand frozen in shock, petrified by fear, and rendered immobile by ambivalence, having heard for the first time the voice of the awful demon. "What? who are you and why are you frightening our daughter Tonya? What has she done to you that you have picked on her? Why don't you show yourself now? What, are you scared to pick on somebody your own size?" said Thomas, his voice showing genuine anger at the idea his daughter was being scared out of her wits. The devil replied; "All in good time, you sagging piece of human flesh. All in good time. Right now, I'm content with scaring your daughter Tonya. She has every reason to be scared, for I'm going to devour her flesh as you would devour a spare rib. Yeah, I bet she'll taste just like chicken. I'm going to eat her alive. I just wanted you to know that and it's nothing you can do about it either," said the demon, grinning. "But she's only a little girl, a baby. She hasn't even started life yet. She doesn't know anything about junior high or boy friends, not even getting her hair permed. Why don't you get a hardened criminal or someone with nothing to live for? Our daughter Tonya has everything to live for," Mary said, sobbing so hard she begins to shake. "Save your tears woman, they're wasted. I care nothing about you, your husband or your daughter. Tonya is my primary target right now. Whomever I have chosen for destruction must die, unless I am stopped somehow," said the hideous demon, as the parents of Tonya stood by watching in horror as the body of their daughter is torn apart, limb from limb and piece by piece is engulfed. Watching helplessly, Mary and Thomas who are unable to see the invisible evil entity, instead witness the awful spectacle before them as visible pieces of what was once their little girl is being consumed by the beast. What makes this scene so horrific is seeing how each part of Tony's visible body is rendered invisible, which is evidently now inside the body of this creature from the nether world. It is a land of eternal darkness, where evil and sinister acts get played out.

"Nooooooooo! She's not gone. She's not gone Thomas. Our girl is not dead. That thing didn't just kill our little girl. Tonya.. Tonya.. Come back baby, please baby come back," sobbed Mary, squeezing her husband's arm as he held his wife ever so close to his heart and shedding tears at what they both witnessed before their eyes.

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Posted by: LoneDracoWolf
Nice story. How long did it take?

a while

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ill be posting more soon, not all of them will be mine but ill be posting more soon.

  • 12.21.2008 7:49 AM PDT

Posted by: steelboom490
Drip, Drip, Drip

There's a story just like this one at my camp, but it's scarier because it involves locations around the camp.
And there's a girl name Kelly Sanders at my school, too.

  • 12.21.2008 7:54 AM PDT

I love my furs.

Furry At Heart,
Furry Forever óÓÒò

I love you, James. :3

Even though the computer was off and unplugged, a image remained on the screen.

It was...

THE WINDOWS LOGOOOOOOOO!

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  • 12.21.2008 7:59 AM PDT

I am the president and the assassin

"Click clack blast em"

I did get the watcher at first but DUDE!!!!!

  • 12.21.2008 9:22 AM PDT

~spread it on~

Here's an actual letter from a killer known in New Orleans as 'The Axeman'. He was never caught.

Esteemed Mortal:

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a fell demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.

When I see fit, I shall come again and claim other victims. I alone know who they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with the blood and brains of him whom I have sent below to keep me company.

If you wish you may tell the police not to rile me. Of course I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigation in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to amuse not only me but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don't think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship to the Angel of Death.

Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to visit New Orleans again. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of those people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.

Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and as it is about time that I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, and that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fantasy.

The Axeman


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Posted by: steelboom490
12.8.08 (not my story, I'm having a writers block and I'm looking up stories online.)
Something on the wall caught her eye; written on the wall was a message in blood..."Humans can lick too."


Something on the wall caught her eye; written on the wall was a message in blood..."Humans can li-li-li-lick like a lollipop - lollipop." She crawled back into her bed to recieve AIDS.

  • 12.21.2008 8:46 PM PDT
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This one is not very scary but would make a good movie. My Dad dreamed it and used it as a campfire story PLEASE READ. i dont think dreamed is a word but i never was to good in english. dont mind my punctuation either. or spelling.


THE DROUGHT

Kamloops (2:30pm July 12)
It was a normal summer day in Kamloops BC, waterskiing on the Thompson. John looked up over the ski boat in front of him and saw everybody aboard pointing ahead. curious he gave the signal to stop and climbed onto the boat. "What’s going on?" he said. everyone looked at him with sickening expressions as they pointed towards the end of the river. there was a dam it hadn’t been there yesterday they were on this very spot. "this is exceptional work!" said Ron(an engineer) "no one could have put this up overnight". disappointed they turned around and went back home

Kelowna (2:23am July 13)
Billy awoke to a bright light outside his window, however he was too lazy and tired to get up to see what it was. then the light was followed by the most excruciating noise he had ever heard. by this time Billy had jumped out of bed and ran over to the window to see that nothing was there. He did notice though that the lake was looking rather nice this morning, but he went back to bed.

Kamloops (8:23am July 13)
John stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of OJ. He squinted his eyes at the sour taste after just brushing his teeth, and turned on the News. "...these symptoms are followed by vomiting, and then what is being called liquid shiner where the eye of the patient turns bright turquoise blue. which brings us to our local new..." he turned off the TV and got dressed in his shorts and the same wife beater he had worn most of the summer. he wanted so badly to go meet his buddies at nicks for an eye opener, sadly he had errands to run. on his way to the store he was cruising through the radio stations to try to find something reasonable to listen to "sha la la la la la la la la la la la ti da, la ti da do you remember when" john liked this song so he reached for the volume but accidentally hit the tuning switch and it broke off. "...all over the Okanogan, so if you have any information about these dams please call 956-7854. john drove through a tunnel and lost the signal that was all he heard.

Kelowna (8:47am July 13)
"No the dam is here to stay.. COUGH COUGH HACK ...pardon me as I was saying the dam isn’t going anywhere. it is part of a water protection program for the predicted drought in 1975. your protest will not be answered!" that was all Mayor Coflin had to say after that he walked away and as he turned there was a strong blue color in his eye.

Colombia River (10:53 am July 13)
"hang on marc there’s some white water ahead!" "Holy -blam!- tom what the hell is that!" Marc pointed ahead at a large structure in the river "when the hell did they put that up" Tom looked back at marc "oh they put it up last week to create a water supply for the predicted drought of 1975." "oh" marc said, then he thought to himself that there was no word of a drought. in fact it was supposed to be the wettest spring in ten years. He looked up to see toms smiling face "hey tom I never noticed your eyes were so blue"

Kamloops (2:56pm July 13)
John had four bags in his hands as he walked through the door with his keys in his mouth. He put the bags on the counter; he thought he heard the something in the next room. He wasn’t sure what it was, it was faint. He grabbed his Louisville slugger and walked around the corner expecting to see a burglar; however it was just the TV. He was sure he turned the television off, at least he thought he did. it didn’t matter what was on the TV mattered it was a CBC emergency broadcast "...Yes that’s right Janice and as you can see there are a total of fifteen dams that have mysteriously popped up in the last couple of days. Anybody that knows anything seems to think that these dams are meant for water preservation. Here we have charted the dam’s precise locations on our radar and as you can see... oh my word, the dams appear to be in a perfect circle around the Okanogan valley. The dams are placed on every major river flowing into the Okanogan, this can’t be a.. Are you sure these are the correct locations!... I see. Uhm, ok folks that’s all we have for you today be safe out there. the reporter gave one last cold look at the camera and revealed a bright blue eye" john dropped the remote and reached for the phone, 956-7854 it rung 12 times "you have reached the department of research our facilities and offices are closed office hours are from eight am to five pm please call back within the listed hours. beep beep beep beep beep beep..." he looked at his watch, 3:01. John dialled another number, his brother 674-2760 "Hey Ron it’s me john what are you up to." "nothing really john, why what is it that you need my help with." "come over here right away" "goodbye john see you soon." that was weird, john thought to himself I never told him I needed help. within minutes the doorbell rang and Ron stood at the other side of the door wearing a hat that john had never seen before. "ok c'mon in, are you seeing the news lately its crazy." "I don’t watch much television anymore john" that didn’t sound like something Ron would say john thought to himself ."anyways look at this," john directed Ron towards a diagram of the dams he had drawn. "Ron look these rivers all lead right into the Okanogan, the areas around the dams are being flooded. I just needed your confirmation that these dams are positioned to flood the valley. look." Ron took of his hat " john maybe you shouldn’t be interfering with things outside of your control" he looked up at john revealing a piercing blue eye. "are you ready for the drought"

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actually i have a better one, this is true.

one day i was walking home from the bus stop and there were all these ripped up condom wrappers all over. and a while later more ripped up condom wrappers. my first thought was that some sort of "safe" gang bang went on here. and then a while later there was a peice of paper that said "you are no longer protected" it made me lol.

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HIGH BEAMS
The girl driving the old blue sedan was a senior at the high school. She lived on a farm about eight miles away and used the car to drive back and forth. She had driven into town that night to see a basketball game. Now she was on her way home. As she pulled away from the school, she noticed a red pic-up truck follow her out of the parking lot. A few minutes later the truck was still behind her. "I guess we're going in the same direction," she thought. She began to watch the truck in her mirror. When she changed her speed, the driver of the truck changed his speed. When she passed a car, so did he. Then he turned on his high beams, flooding her car with light. He left them on for almost a minute. "He probably wants to pass me," she thought. But she was becoming uneasy. Usually she drove home over the back road. Not too many people went that way. But when she turned onto that road, so did the truck. "I've got to get away from him," she thought, and began to drive faster. Then he turned his high beams on again. After a minute, he turned them off. Then he turned them on again and off again. She drove even faster, but the truck driver stayed right behind her. Then he turned his high beams on again. Once more her car was ablaze with light. "What is he doing?" she wondered. "What does he want?" Then he turned them off again. But a minute later he had them on again, And left them on. At last she pulled into her driveway, and the truck pulled in right behind her. She jumped from the car and to the house. "Call the police!" she screamed at her father. Out in the driveway she could see the driver of the truck. He had a gun in his hand. When the police arrived, they started to arrest him, but he pointed to the girls' car. "You don't want me," he said. "You want him." Crouched behind the driver's seat, there was a man with a knife. As the driver of the truck explained it, the man slipped into the girl's car just before she left the school. He saw it happen, but there was no way he could stop it. He thought about getting the police, but he was afraid to leave her. So he followed her car. Each time the man in the back seat reached up to over power her, the driver of the truck turned on his high beams, Then the man dropped down, afraid that someone might see him.

I remember hearing that one before. I think it was in a book of scary stories or something.

yeah it was lol
i read that on a book

  • 12.22.2008 7:52 PM PDT