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that fear of darkness is a little lame to me...i mean if it came from an unidentified source it would be cool...but it says its just a story so :(

also i dont get scared by reading a story

  • 03.18.2008 2:13 PM PDT

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...
My cousin told me that a couple tears ago, still by far one of my favorite stories, thanks for reminding me about it!

  • 03.18.2008 2:26 PM PDT

Posted by: steelboom490
MKscorpion:I have those books!


I've visited my local Border's and I've seen them there. I don't feel like buying them though. The pictures really add to the stories. I guess the pictures are what scared me the most. The stories made me paranoid too. I'd stay up all night and think about them.

*shudders at the thought of the books*

  • 03.18.2008 2:34 PM PDT

Posted by: Frye77
Okay, here's mine:

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

  • 03.18.2008 2:38 PM PDT

actually....i didnt think that the stories in those books were scary...ive read scarier :/

  • 03.18.2008 2:39 PM PDT
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EVIL TURKEY said:

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

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That really scares me, because that happens to me sometimes. I'm just laying in bed, and i hear a voice. I cannot move, and I see a shape forming, with voices. Suddenly, I snap out of it and run out of my bedroom. Of course, I don't hear something as scary as "that thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up.", and theres someone behind me. I hear something say "Your Life." And it might be just a dream, but it happens like... Once a month.

TRUE STORRY

  • 03.18.2008 2:43 PM PDT

Posted by: MKScorpion
The scariest stories I've read were in those "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" books. Those stories stuck with me for a year or two. Scared the utter crap out of me. That caving story in that other thread scared me too.
Ya i have a few of those books, they are all great, and ive had nightmares cus of a few of them.

  • 03.18.2008 2:51 PM PDT
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I will tell it again, more clearly. I did not have anyone next to me in my bed, just me in my bedroom.

I wake up, and I see a figure next to me, staring at me with hollow eye sockets, black, tangled hair, and pale, wrinkly skin. I cannot move or speak, just stare at it. I was unable to scream. I heard "Your Life" and I got up from my bed and ran. It disappeared immediately. It felt like I had some kind of weight on my chest the whole time.

AND, I figured out what it was too. It was sleep paralysis. Let me explain, or let HIM explain.

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There is a condition called "old hag" where you wake up paralyzed and see a woman hunching over you. It's explainable with science, but I don't really know what causes it.


Sleep Paralysis

It happens to me about once every two months. Creeps the hell out of me every time, but I don't see an old hag choking me.

Symptoms of sleep paralysis can be either one of the following or a combination:
Paralysis: this occurs after waking up or shortly before falling asleep. the person cannot move any body part, cannot speak, and only has minimal control over blinking and breathing. This paralysis is the same paralysis that occurs when dreaming. The brain paralyzes the muscles to prevent possible injury during dreams, as some body parts may move during dreaming. If the person wakes up suddenly, the brain may still think that it is dreaming, and sustains the paralysis.
Hallucinations: Images or speaking that appear during the paralysis. The person may think that someone is standing beside them or they may hear strange sounds. These may be dreamlike, possibly causing the person to think that they are still dreaming. Often times it is reported as feeling a weight on one's chest, as if being underneath a person or heavy object.
These symptoms can last from mere seconds to several minutes and can be frightening to the person.


  • 03.18.2008 4:44 PM PDT

I really hope this never happens to me, although i suppose it would be somewhat interesting.

  • 03.18.2008 4:52 PM PDT
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Posted by: salleens7
I really hope this never happens to me, although i suppose it would be somewhat interesting.
You REALLY do not want to have it happen to you! Trust me, it is the most SCARIEST, FREAKIEST, thing ever!

  • 03.18.2008 5:01 PM PDT

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EVIL TURKEY said:

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

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That really scares me, because that happens to me sometimes. I'm just laying in bed, and i hear a voice. I cannot move, and I see a shape forming, with voices. Suddenly, I snap out of it and run out of my bedroom. Of course, I don't hear something as scary as "that thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up.", and theres someone behind me. I hear something say "Your Life." And it might be just a dream, but it happens like... Once a month.

TRUE STORRY

Am I stupid, because I don't get that story? What's the thing wearing mommy's skin? I think I get it but I need some clarification...

yea i think there might be something im missing also

  • 03.18.2008 6:27 PM PDT

Posted by: ultratog1028
Old.
Well it's been on the internet since last week. That's like 6 months internet time.

Have you ever herped so hard that you derped?

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EVIL TURKEY said:

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

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That really scares me, because that happens to me sometimes. I'm just laying in bed, and i hear a voice. I cannot move, and I see a shape forming, with voices. Suddenly, I snap out of it and run out of my bedroom. Of course, I don't hear something as scary as "that thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up.", and theres someone behind me. I hear something say "Your Life." And it might be just a dream, but it happens like... Once a month.

TRUE STORRY

Am I stupid, because I don't get that story? What's the thing wearing mommy's skin? I think I get it but I need some clarification...

yea i think there might be something im missing also

I BELEVE SHE IS OVERCOME BY A GGHOST sorry did know caps were on

  • 03.18.2008 7:14 PM PDT
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Yellow eyes

(keep in mind i was young when i wrote this..=\

In the year 1931 during the great depression there was a family who have been farmers their whole lives. But there was one child, the youngest the smallest the one who got the least food, had always had strange unexplainable events happening to her. The parents had no idea why the doctor said it was for attention but who knew? The kids at school made fun of her all the time and her sibling made fun of her. “Why me?” she would constantly ask herself. Though she was young she knew something was wrong. One night when she had nothing to eat and a day of agony and tormenting from the neighborhood kids she had decided to try and get some sleep. After and hour of sleep she was woken up by a disturbing voice in the distance. She thought “Oh please tell me I’m in a dream oh lord please tell me.” After what seemed like an eternity of grueling pain and agony the sound seemed even closer. She could have gone to her parents but to be shunned, what’s the point? Her siblings? No. confront the treacherous voice, at such a young age? There was no solution, but to wait it out. But how long would this last? She heard a banging on the window. She gazed over to the window and saw two glowing yellow eyes just looking in not staring just a bleak empty stare. Nothing but eyes. The girl ran to her parents, she had no choice but to go to them. She jumped on the bed and the parents awoke. The father furious yelled “Get out your only a burden and money consuming” Disowned from the family and horrified she ran out of the house and went write to her window. To search for the fiend who had ripped this family apart but nothing was there…why? Why would this creature terrorize her? She decided to run away into town. As the sun rose she looked back to see what she had left and noticed a figure that had the shape of a human and two glaring yellow eyes. She tripped and had cuts on her arms and legs and was paralyzed in fear. The humanly figure moved closer but the girl was able to scramble to her feet and made it to town. She knew no one could take her in because the country was in great poverty so she stayed on the streets until one day. One day when an elderly lady invited her to house. The girl happily agreed. They laughed sewed and danced a little. After about two weeks of happiness the girl was experiencing strange events. The girl started hearing strange voices and chills. She couldn’t go through this again she wouldn’t. She told the old lady about this and she replied with a simple short answer “He’s back”. “Who is it who tell me who I need to know.” said the girl. The woman searched her book shelves and took out an old book. The young girl had tried to make out the title of it but to no avail. After a few moments of reading the old woman sighed heavily and explained all of it. She said that it’s the crazed killer who wanders the plains and picks random victims and doesn’t give up until he has a bloody gruesome murder. But he doesn’t just come in and slaughter you. He calls out for you while coming closer and closer and then he just looks doesn’t look at whoever is in the room he just looks. Then the next day he gives a warning then comes in at night and cuts your torso open and slowly takes out your lungs and hangs them in his layer. Nobody knows why either some say he’s just deranged others say he’s taking years of torment out on other people. The girl told the old lady of her experiences and how she was disowned and the woman is speechless and quickly makes the girl leave. Alone that night she knew it was her time but she wasn’t going to let anyone else take her life, she would do it. She committed suicide that night in the town plaza. Now in the year 2008 when I turn in my bed I can feel those empty eyes looking in and Mary standing there. Maybe one day I too can join them and there empty search.

  • 03.18.2008 7:28 PM PDT
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The second one scared the BLAM! out of me.

  • 03.18.2008 8:10 PM PDT

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Yellow eyes

(keep in mind i was young when i wrote this..=\

In the year 1931 during the great depression there was a family who have been farmers their whole lives. But there was one child, the youngest the smallest the one who got the least food, had always had strange unexplainable events happening to her. The parents had no idea why the doctor said it was for attention but who knew? The kids at school made fun of her all the time and her sibling made fun of her. “Why me?” she would constantly ask herself. Though she was young she knew something was wrong. One night when she had nothing to eat and a day of agony and tormenting from the neighborhood kids she had decided to try and get some sleep. After and hour of sleep she was woken up by a disturbing voice in the distance. She thought “Oh please tell me I’m in a dream oh lord please tell me.” After what seemed like an eternity of grueling pain and agony the sound seemed even closer. She could have gone to her parents but to be shunned, what’s the point? Her siblings? No. confront the treacherous voice, at such a young age? There was no solution, but to wait it out. But how long would this last? She heard a banging on the window. She gazed over to the window and saw two glowing yellow eyes just looking in not staring just a bleak empty stare. Nothing but eyes. The girl ran to her parents, she had no choice but to go to them. She jumped on the bed and the parents awoke. The father furious yelled “Get out your only a burden and money consuming” Disowned from the family and horrified she ran out of the house and went write to her window. To search for the fiend who had ripped this family apart but nothing was there…why? Why would this creature terrorize her? She decided to run away into town. As the sun rose she looked back to see what she had left and noticed a figure that had the shape of a human and two glaring yellow eyes. She tripped and had cuts on her arms and legs and was paralyzed in fear. The humanly figure moved closer but the girl was able to scramble to her feet and made it to town. She knew no one could take her in because the country was in great poverty so she stayed on the streets until one day. One day when an elderly lady invited her to house. The girl happily agreed. They laughed sewed and danced a little. After about two weeks of happiness the girl was experiencing strange events. The girl started hearing strange voices and chills. She couldn’t go through this again she wouldn’t. She told the old lady about this and she replied with a simple short answer “He’s back”. “Who is it who tell me who I need to know.” said the girl. The woman searched her book shelves and took out an old book. The young girl had tried to make out the title of it but to no avail. After a few moments of reading the old woman sighed heavily and explained all of it. She said that it’s the crazed killer who wanders the plains and picks random victims and doesn’t give up until he has a bloody gruesome murder. But he doesn’t just come in and slaughter you. He calls out for you while coming closer and closer and then he just looks doesn’t look at whoever is in the room he just looks. Then the next day he gives a warning then comes in at night and cuts your torso open and slowly takes out your lungs and hangs them in his layer. Nobody knows why either some say he’s just deranged others say he’s taking years of torment out on other people. The girl told the old lady of her experiences and how she was disowned and the woman is speechless and quickly makes the girl leave. Alone that night she knew it was her time but she wasn’t going to let anyone else take her life, she would do it. She committed suicide that night in the town plaza. Now in the year 2008 when I turn in my bed I can feel those empty eyes looking in and Mary standing there. Maybe one day I too can join them and there empty search.


AHHHHHH!!! The dreaded wall of text!!!

  • 03.18.2008 10:03 PM PDT
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The clock says 3:45 AM. It’s been pouring incessantly for the past two days, lucky I live on a hill or it probably would have been a flash flood. The thunder woke me up I think, it’s very noisy, it must be close. The flash of lighting lights up the room faintly. I hate that light, the middle of the night with a pale light, creepy. I’m sweating, I always sweat when I’m under the blankets, I hate this down comforter. I’ll be up in three hours, to another day at school, I should get back to sleep, I’ve got a big test tomorrow. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to overcome me. I open my eyes again, it’s 4:30. I must of fallen asleep again. I have an odd feeling that the thunder didn’t wake me up though. I look around the room, I don’t think I’m alone. I get up and turn the light on, then the hallway light and go to the bathroom and turn that light on too. I’m pretty creeped out now so I leave my bedroom light on. I look under the bed, nothing. Climbing into bed I freeze. The clock says 2:20. How is that possible? I don’t want to think about it so I turn out the light and close my eyes. I check one more time but the clock is off. I try and turn on the light but it doesn’t go on. Second power outage this week. Great, now the power’s out and I don’t even know the real time. I look over and the clock is flashing 12:00, a short power outage. Too bad my clock doesn’t reset automatically. I go to turn on the light and the clock and now it says 10:00 and counting back. 9:59…9:58…9:57. Now I’m seriously freaked out. I unplug the clock but it’s still counting back. The clock starts ticking, and it seems almost comical. I look in the door and see a figure but it vanishes as I look straight at it. I start hearing laughs. A man is saying over and over, “your going to die!.” I tell him he’s lying and I’m not going to die. Vines start crawling down the ceiling and up my bed. They seem to be made of blood veins. I think I’m going to go get my parents. As I think this the door closes. The veins straddle my arms and start to strangle me. A demonic woman walks in and stands right next to my bed. “Kyle”, it says, the figure transforms into my mother. You had a nightmare, I think it’s that cold medicine.

This story is based on a night where i took some cold medicine and completely freaked out most of the stuff really happened but is exaggurated.

[Edited on 03.19.2008 2:20 PM PDT]

  • 03.18.2008 10:28 PM PDT
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there are some really good stories in this thread...

  • 03.18.2008 10:49 PM PDT
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crap, just as I was about to go to sleep....

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I got one for you guys

There were to farmers, bob and joe. They were good men, and not a whole lot got to them, save for one man: their landlord sven. Sven was always extremely unfair to them, and always pestered them about this, or that. So one day Joe and Bob decided to make fun of sven a little. They modified their scarecrow to make it look like sven.

At first it was just a joke, but as time passes they started to take their anger with sven out on the scarecrow. Yelling at it, beating it, the whole nine yards. Sometimes after that, they would even dance with it, making fun of Sven. When one day, while joe and bob were working out in the fields, Joe swore he saw the scarecrow jerk just a little bit.

Bob told him that was nonsence, it was just the wind or something. But later that day Bob thought he saw it jerk as well. They thought they should stop work early and cool off, they must have been seeing things. However, while they were inside, they both heard a strange noise coming from the field. It was a strange sort of yelp.

They both went out and took a long, hard look at the scarecrow of Sven. It seemed normal enough. They decided they would take it inside the house. They looked it up, and they looked it down, but it seemed like a plain ol' scarecrow. But that night both of the men were sure they saw it almost stand up for half a second out of the corners of their visions. They decided to hit the hay early, after all tommorow was the day they had to head in to town to turn in all thier crops. Neither of them slept to well that night.

The next morning they were eager to set off, and left extra early. They were happy to be on the road and away from the scarecrow, some time away would clear their nerves, and they would see on their return that nothing was wrong.

About 1 hour into their trip, Joe realized they had left one of their busshels of corn. They need that corn for trade, otherwise they wouldn't be able to make it through winter. Neither one of the men really wanted to go back to the house, so they drew straws. Bob lost and had to head back to the house. Bob told Joe to keep going, and that he would catch up. What did he have to worry about?

After about another hour, Joe Took out the binoculars to check on Bob's progress. He saw the scarecrow on the roof, dancing with a bloody skin.

what do you think?

  • 03.18.2008 10:58 PM PDT

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The clock says 3:45 AM. It’s been pouring incessantly for the past two days, lucky I live on a hill or it probably would have been a flash flood. The thunder woke me up I think, it’s very noisy, it must be close. The flash of lighting lights up the room faintly. I hate that light, the middle of the night with a pale light, creepy. I’m sweating, I always sweat when I’m under the blankets, I hate this down comforter. I’ll be up in three hours, to another day at school, I should get back to sleep, I’ve got a big test tomorrow. I close my eyes and wait for sleep to overcome me. I open my eyes again, it’s 4:30. I must of fallen asleep again. I have an odd feeling that the thunder didn’t wake me up though. I look around the room, I don’t think I’m alone. I get up and turn the light on, then the hallway light and go to the bathroom and turn that light on too. I’m pretty creeped out now so I leave my bedroom light on. I look under the bed, nothing. Climbing into bed I freeze. The clock says 2:20. How is that possible? I don’t want to think about it so I turn out the light and close my eyes. I check one more time but the clock is off. I try and turn on the light but it doesn’t go on. Second power outage this week. Great, now the power’s out and I don’t even know the real time. I look over and the clock is flashing 12:00, a short power outage. Too bad my clock doesn’t reset automatically. I go to turn on the light and the clock and now it says 10:00 and counting back. 9:59…9:58…9:57. Now I’m seriously freaked out. I unplug the clock but it’s still counting back. The clock starts ticking, and it seems almost comical. I look in the door and see a figure but it vanishes as I look straight at it. I start hearing laughs. A man is saying over and over, “your going to die!.” I tell him he’s lying and I’m not going to die. Vines start crawling down the ceiling and up my bed. They seem to be made of blood veins. I think I’m going to go get my parents. As I think this the door closes. The veins straddle my arms and start to strangle me. A demonic woman walks in and stands right next to my bed. “Kyle”, it says, the figure transforms into my mother. You had a nightmare, I think it’s that cold medicine.

This story is based on a night where i took some cold medicine and completely freaked out most of the stuff really happened but is exaggurated.


Thats pretty creepy. And something else that adds to the creepyness: My name is Kyle. I can only hope i can sleep tonight...

Edit made for typos

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  • 03.19.2008 8:06 AM PDT
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GOWsam, good story! it scared me a bit u know :O

  • 03.19.2008 12:46 PM PDT

Semi-Offtopic:
I just saw I am Legend, it was Awesome

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one of the creepiest things ive heard thats true is something that happened to my friends cousin.

she was on some trip doing nature snapshots. i dunno, i think she was a college student. anyways, she was in the appalachian mountains i think and she was hiking alone (first mistake) and she had a camera to take pictures. when she got home, she developed them. and the weird part is, when she looked at the pictures, there were some of her sleeping in her tent....i dunno, that just creeped me out cause i heard it when i was out on a hiking trip.

  • 03.19.2008 8:44 PM PDT