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Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Escalators don't break, they just become stairs.


Posted by: AGLA Froman
Once There Was An Ugly Barnacle.
He Was So Ugly That Everyone Died.
The End.

I'm sure that was already posted somewhere or another.

i almost pissed my pants reading that.LOL

  • 11.25.2010 6:15 PM PDT

Escalators don't break, they just become stairs.

Dude!The watcher and the clown one were so creepy! I almost peaded my pants. I quickley turned the lights on and sat on my bead with a row of open assorted knives

  • 11.25.2010 6:17 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Escalators don't break, they just become stairs.

Once there was a little boy, 8 years old. He was looking up CoD vidios late at night. All of a sudden he gets rick roll'd and then after 10 seconds of watching it he clicks back. Then there is picture of Justin Bieber. Then all of a sudden it changes to Mylie Cyrus. His little metabolism can't take the horribleness of it so he eats a snack.
THE END

[Edited on 11.25.2010 6:32 PM PST]

  • 11.25.2010 6:20 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Posted by: Beller
I like the Raven by Edgar Allen Poe.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'
A good poet, always writing those dark and creepy tales. I personally liked "The Tell-Tale Heart"

  • 11.25.2010 11:03 PM PDT
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R.I.P. Green Day 1989-1997

I took a step outside.
And everyone died.
The end.

  • 11.25.2010 11:05 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

when justin bieber had a baby and the baby will force you to hear his auful voice then eat your face lolllllllllllllllZ

  • 11.26.2010 8:47 AM PDT

mel gibson biograpy

  • 11.26.2010 8:48 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

You know, when you're having a bad day, you just gotta let yourself go!

I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight.

  • 11.27.2010 11:29 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

i heard the story of the rake that was freaky stuff

  • 11.27.2010 11:38 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!


Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It's body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.

I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake".

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.


i got this from a slender man forum

  • 11.27.2010 11:46 PM PDT

I am me.

that is all...

considering that I already read all of them about a month ago, they lost all sense of scary that had previously been attributed to them.

  • 11.28.2010 11:21 PM PDT

Maybe I will never be
All the things that I wanna be
But now is not the time to cry
Now's the time to find out why
I think you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

One cold winter night, sixteen year old Kelly Sanders was home alone, as her parents had gone out to a dinner party at a friend's house. It had been snowing all afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a while, she decides to relax a little- after all, she finally had the house to herself. She makes some popcorn, gets a nice warm, fuzzy blanket, and snuggles under it to watch one of her favorite movies. In their lounge room, the television is positioned a few feet in front of the glass sliding door that leads to the patio and backyard. By midnight, Kelly's parents are still not home, and she begins to feel uneasy, but refuses to call them, for risk of sounding like she couldn't take care of herself. Suddenly, her eye catches a glint of light from behind the TV, and right there, just outside the glass door, was a crazy-eyed man, grinning maliciously at her, and holding a long, narrow blade in his left hand. Terrified, the girl panics, pulls the blanket up over her head and grabs the cordless phone by her side. Kelly calls the police, and as luck would have it, there was a patrol car less than a block from her house. In a matter of seconds, two officers are on the scene and Kelly tells them about the armed man staring through the glass. The first officer opens the sliding door and looks around the area. After a few moments, she turns and explains to Kelly that there couldn't have been anyone standing out there, as there would have been footprints in the snow. The second officertells her that she is probably just tired and her imagination was playing tricks on her. He beckoned at the TV where the horror movie she had been watching was still playing. "Stuff like that didn't help matters, either,'' he said smiling. Kelly smiled too, more at her own immaturity than the officer's remark, still a little shaken. As the police are about to leave, the male officer stops and looks behind the sofa that Kelly had been sitting on. His jaw drops and eyes widen in shock. Kelly and the other officer notice his reaction and follow his gaze; they both gasp. There were wet footprints and a discarded knife on the carpet behind the couch. Kelly hadn't seen the man outside he door; she'd seen his reflection when he was standing behind her.

  • 11.30.2010 11:00 AM PDT

Never make me angry. I am a Hitman and I can easily find you and take you out.

Posted by: Connorwmcl
One cold winter night, sixteen year old Kelly Sanders was home alone, as her parents had gone out to a dinner party at a friend's house. It had been snowing all afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a while, she decides to relax a little- after all, she finally had the house to herself. She makes some popcorn, gets a nice warm, fuzzy blanket, and snuggles under it to watch one of her favorite movies. In their lounge room, the television is positioned a few feet in front of the glass sliding door that leads to the patio and backyard. By midnight, Kelly's parents are still not home, and she begins to feel uneasy, but refuses to call them, for risk of sounding like she couldn't take care of herself. Suddenly, her eye catches a glint of light from behind the TV, and right there, just outside the glass door, was a crazy-eyed man, grinning maliciously at her, and holding a long, narrow blade in his left hand. Terrified, the girl panics, pulls the blanket up over her head and grabs the cordless phone by her side. Kelly calls the police, and as luck would have it, there was a patrol car less than a block from her house. In a matter of seconds, two officers are on the scene and Kelly tells them about the armed man staring through the glass. The first officer opens the sliding door and looks around the area. After a few moments, she turns and explains to Kelly that there couldn't have been anyone standing out there, as there would have been footprints in the snow. The second officertells her that she is probably just tired and her imagination was playing tricks on her. He beckoned at the TV where the horror movie she had been watching was still playing. "Stuff like that didn't help matters, either,'' he said smiling. Kelly smiled too, more at her own immaturity than the officer's remark, still a little shaken. As the police are about to leave, the male officer stops and looks behind the sofa that Kelly had been sitting on. His jaw drops and eyes widen in shock. Kelly and the other officer notice his reaction and follow his gaze; they both gasp. There were wet footprints and a discarded knife on the carpet behind the couch. Kelly hadn't seen the man outside he door; she'd seen his reflection when he was standing behind her.


0.o

I am...SCARED NOW!

  • 11.30.2010 11:09 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories! (New Story in the 2nd Stories thread! link in...


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Posted by: Dr Huntin
The Killer

A couple was tired of being cooped up in their house and decided to go to dinner alone, leaving the 2 children with their next door neighbor's daughter. All was fine. Then the buzzer on the dryer down in the basement went off. But before she left, the phone rang...
She answered and the mother said, "Hi is everything o.k.?" The babysitter answered, "Yeah I was just about to take out the laundry" Then the mother said, " But, I didn't do any laundry, get out of the house now and I'll call the police" So the police came and found a serial killer in the basement by the dryer.


Holy-blam!- dude the phone actually saved her life! But this sounds similiar to Statue!


Someone who breaks into your home and does your laundry, doesn't sound so bad to me.

  • 11.30.2010 12:15 PM PDT
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  • 11.30.2010 1:12 PM PDT

the second one freaked me out

  • 11.30.2010 9:03 PM PDT

I am me.

that is all...


Posted by: IWHBYD1975
the second one freaked me out

me too.
I couldn't sleep well for the following 4 days.

  • 11.30.2010 9:16 PM PDT
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My friend had already told me a slightly different version of the watcher, but the clown statue one freaked me out heaps. maybe because i have a phobia of clowns.

  • 12.02.2010 1:19 AM PDT
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Dude, wheres my Karma?

The statue one reminds me of a movie, where, at the end, the guy gets pierced through the head. The guy was the clown so...

  • 12.05.2010 8:43 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Football, Soccer, Whats the difference? Oh yeah, You dont kick the ball with your sock. DUH

I didnt fully understand "The Medic". Why did no one who was treated see the end of January?

  • 12.06.2010 12:42 AM PDT

Football, Soccer, Whats the difference? Oh yeah, You dont kick the ball with your sock. DUH

My Story:

And then Sepp Blatter pulled the card out of the Envelope and said "Russia!"

Brrrr. That made me cry. :(

Also....

And the latest news reports, Modern Warfare 2 is now the most played game ever!

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! That game was terrible :(

  • 12.06.2010 1:06 AM PDT

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This isn't real Scary but everyday only when I'm alone the doors will start to open and close by them self then it sounds like someone is walking upstairs so I go up there and see if anything is there and there is nothing then I go ahead and go on the computer.Then at night the doorknob opens no one is behind the door and the doorknob spins so I go ahead and check that out nothing is there so I lay in bed about to sleep then my attic make really weird sounds but by then I fall asleep every single day this happens so I guess that something fishy is going on I should probably go up to the attic and and check that out because I never go up there so it's kind of creepy as long I as Something don't scare the crap out of me or hurts me I'm fine.

  • 12.06.2010 7:20 PM PDT

5 out of 6 pediatricians can't tell the difference between a resident vagabond and a local hobo.

"... and in the morning, she was still there! Oooohhhhhh!"
-Glenn Quagmire

  • 12.06.2010 7:27 PM PDT
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Sergeant Johnson is a connoisseur of music; especially that of flip.


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


I thought it was that the dolls were actual babies.

  • 12.07.2010 10:06 PM PDT