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THIS IS THE STORY OF A DAY WHERE THERE WAS ALL THIS BLOOD. A MAN WAS WALKING AROUND AND BLOOD STARTED COMING OUT OF HIM EVERYWHERE. THERE WAS SO MUCH BLOOD THAT IT FILLED UP AN ELEVATOR. HE WENT TO THE STORE AND THERE WAS JUST BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE! PEOPLE WERE SLIPPING IN IT AND THEY WERE ALL GROSSED OUT. HE TRIED TO GO SWIMMING AND ALL OF THE SHARKS WENT NUTS AND BITTENED EVERYBODY. HE GOT CHASED BY ALL THE VAMPIRES EVER. ONE TIME THE BLOOD GOT A KID AND A DOG. AT THE END OF THE DAY EVERYONE DECIDED THEY WOULD SEND HIM TO SPACE SO THAT HE WOULD STOP GETTING BLOOD EVERY WHERE. THE SCARIEST PART IS THAT THE MAN WAS YOU!!! (OR HE WAS A LADY IF YOU ARE A LADY) AND YOU FORGOT THAT THIS HAPPENED

Super scary.




  • 12.09.2010 6:40 PM PDT

Try this

It's "The Crate" episode of The Creepshow.

Or

Tales of the Hood: The Dolls

  • 12.13.2010 10:55 PM PDT

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...../_==o;;;;;;;;_______.:/
.....), ---.(_(__) /
....// (..) ), ---- Bloodshed of the Orphans
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One day, a human baby was born....... It's scary because those things are so putrefyingly ugly.

  • 12.13.2010 10:57 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Posted by: finecrazydud

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
i just crapped myself

  • 12.14.2010 9:19 AM PDT
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  • 12.14.2010 6:02 PM PDT

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The Screamer


1914 WW1 Sgt.Harry Wardley was going through hell half of his battalion was dead german boars were closing in, the Sgt. was almost out of ammo he was on his last clip and when he loaded that clip in he saw allied planes strafe the germans he got up with his remaining men and charged they finished off the germans but later that night he found a Cpl. laying down with his back turned when the Sgt. said "are you ok?" the Cpl. turned around to show a burned bloodshed face with yellow eyes and the ear splitting scream was the last sound the Sgt. ever heard

  • 12.14.2010 9:37 PM PDT

Can't we all just get along?


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The Screamer


1914 WW1 Sgt.Harry Wardley was going through hell half of his battalion was dead german boars were closing in, the Sgt. was almost out of ammo he was on his last clip and when he loaded that clip in he saw allied planes strafe the germans he got up with his remaining men and charged they finished off the germans but later that night he found a Cpl. laying down with his back turned when the Sgt. said "are you ok?" the Cpl. turned around to show a burned bloodshed face with yellow eyes and the ear splitting scream was the last sound the Sgt. ever heard

Scary stories aren't as scary without grammar.

  • 12.14.2010 11:59 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

I play Halo and I'm awesome. Although not usually at the same time.

Forgive me if this has been posted, but be prepared to -blam!- yourself. Warning story is about spongebob. WARNING, FLIPPING SCARY.

  • 12.16.2010 1:20 PM PDT
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None of these scare me...poop.

  • 12.16.2010 3:13 PM PDT

Is it weird that I found all of these hilarious? Except for Statue, that freaked me out... but the Border Crossing one is hilarious xD

  • 12.16.2010 3:38 PM PDT
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Don't look behind you


Posted by: finecrazydud

[quote]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.


TL;DR

  • 12.16.2010 7:38 PM PDT

I bet none of you know -blam!- about Candleja-

  • 12.16.2010 11:11 PM PDT

I'm going to invade your heart like a barn swallow high on milk chocolate and grandma love.

Fairness is only possible within the limited powers of man. Elsewhere, there is only chance.

Thus I refute thee.


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I bet none of you know -blam!- about Candleja-

You have the say the name first. Like Candlejack would kill m-

  • 12.17.2010 12:01 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!
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Lycan XIII

Nine months before you were born, your parents did the nasty. duh Duh DUH!

The sequel:

Nine months before your parents were born, your grandparents got it on...

Think about that and tell me it's not scary, your grandparents!

  • 12.17.2010 12:20 AM PDT

The world is not beautiful: And that, in a way, lends it a sort of beauty.

~Kino's Journey

like i said on the other thread, can someone explain the bel air story?

  • 12.17.2010 12:23 AM PDT
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Lycan XIII

Posted by: DarkJet7
like i said on the other thread, can someone explain the bel air story?


Really? Fresh Prince of Bel-Air? Will Smith? Do the Carlton? No? Are you from the USA?

  • 12.17.2010 12:49 AM PDT

The world is not beautiful: And that, in a way, lends it a sort of beauty.

~Kino's Journey

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Posted by: DarkJet7
like i said on the other thread, can someone explain the bel air story?


Really? Fresh Prince of Bel-Air? Will Smith? Do the Carlton? No? Are you from the USA?


nope, i'm from new zealand

  • 12.17.2010 1:04 AM PDT


Posted by: DarkJet7
Posted by: B3AST BR3NNAN
Posted by: DarkJet7
like i said on the other thread, can someone explain the bel air story?


Really? Fresh Prince of Bel-Air? Will Smith? Do the Carlton? No? Are you from the USA?


nope, i'm from new zealand
It's from a tv show.

  • 12.17.2010 8:48 PM PDT
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Posted by: B3AST BR3NNAN

Posted by: DarkJet7
like i said on the other thread, can someone explain the bel air story?


Really? Fresh Prince of Bel-Air? Will Smith? Do the Carlton? No? Are you from the USA?


nope, i'm from new zealand
It's from a tv show.





its such a good show, youtube it







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  • 12.18.2010 8:59 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

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Posted by: DarkSpyda04
I bet none of you know -blam!- about Candleja-

You have the say the name first. Like Candlejack would kill m-
You guys stink. You're not supposed to leave a hyphen.

  • 12.19.2010 12:29 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

at first i was all like
wth lame, but ill read
statues made me -blam!- a brick :'(

  • 12.19.2010 12:41 AM PDT
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i was locked in a room for a year with micheal macintyre

  • 12.19.2010 1:14 AM PDT
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thank-you, now i cant sleep and my main light and night light will be on
Posted by: Next stalin
Posted by: finecrazydud

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
i just crapped myself

  • 12.19.2010 1:55 AM PDT