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yup i linked my profile to the wrong account so my new one is Killiter1 i know totally original

based off the doctor who episode

there once was a boy who was afraid of the monsters in his closet. his mother and father realized this and decided to hire someone to help him. they then heard that people were disappearing in their apartment complex so they went to their sons room and asked why his closet door was locked he said the monsters were in there. they unlocked the closet door and there was a light flash. they were inside their sons doll house they then heard some little girl giggles. then they heard some screaming. at that moment the man that owned the complex ran through the door. he said "please don't let them get me!" they then saw a giant wooden doll run up behind him and watched as he turned into a doll. speechless they were petrified they got turned into doll themselves.

  • 09.15.2011 6:39 PM PDT
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Okay, this is a true story.


One time, while I was tending to the crops in my farm, I decided I would go inside and get some porkchops for dinner. I didn't have much in the way of food besides pork, chicken, and steak. While in there, one of the cows at my farm started to act up. He was spooked about something, I walked outside, and found her dead. I went inside, and grabbed a knife from my chest of weaponry, and I decided I would check out the area.

It was almost night, so I didn't want to be out there too long. I searched and searched, and right when I was about to enter my house...

"thatsssssssssssssssssssssssss a nice house you got there"

Then a deafening bang, and I lost all my belongings. I ragequit.

  • 09.17.2011 11:50 AM PDT
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"The Watcher" was wrote my Dean Koontz. The greatest thriller writer ever.


I liked "dead and alive" I read it in a day and I usually never read :D

  • 09.17.2011 10:21 PM PDT

@lolmew

What game was that? It sounds fun.

  • 09.18.2011 6:57 PM PDT

I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry or scream.

Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.

He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours ago I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.

Instead of doing the smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.

I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell you that much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this thing was smarter than any caveman.

It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a circle with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.

To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at, because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.

I peek at the creatures masterpiece.

'I know you're awake.'

  • 09.18.2011 7:26 PM PDT
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LeaveItYeah

As a boy, they called me Pringles.
I never understood why, but now I do.
I'm a skeleton, and once I pop, I can't stop.

  • 09.19.2011 5:46 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

what songs to play hmm

  • 09.19.2011 6:00 PM PDT

Hi, my name is Stolen_Zombie! My morning routine is to bomb the ocean, eat a house, drink salt water, and kill a zombie. Many people consider me a jack ass because I eat corn flakes, I tell those people to go have sex with a kangaroo. After my morning routine, I rage over beating LNoS on mythic so I can get one step closer to mythic reach completion. I should mention that's after school. My diet is shotgun shells and paper airplanes, nice to meet you!

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns.
U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?"
U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded".
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

  • 09.28.2011 11:37 PM PDT

I like turtles.

Damn, the one about the clown statue is scary. The ones about dead children are horrible. Almost offensive!!!

  • 09.28.2011 11:47 PM PDT

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The Hunter

(might've been mentioned earlier in the 86 pages, but oh well.)

A hunter was wandering through a forest. He had killed nothing all day, and it was getting late, so he decided to return to his village. An hour later, it was almost pitch black out. The hunter noticed a cabin. Walking up to it, he entered cautiously. There was no one in the cabin. The hunter spotted a lone bed. He would sleep there, and explain himself to the owner in the morning. Shifting his gaze from the bed to the walls, he saw a series of paintings, all with horrid faces, twisted into looks of anger and rage, all seemingly staring at him. He lay down on the bed, facing a wall, and forced himself into an uneasy sleep.

Waking in an unexpected sunlight, he noticed that the walls had no paintings, only windows.

  • 09.29.2011 6:19 PM PDT

^That was pretty creepy.

  • 09.29.2011 9:04 PM PDT

WARNING: IF YOU HAVE A HEART CONDITION DO NOT READ THIS. YOU WILL DROP THE FLOOR, FLOPPING LIKE A FISH, WHILE CLENCHING YOUR HEART SEEING AS YOU ARE HAVING A HEART ATTACK. ALSO: IF YOU HAVE A SENSITIVE -blam!- DO NOT READ THIS; THE BRICK YOU SHAT WILL BE PAINFUL.

A FEW YEARS AGO A MAN WAS WALKING DOWN A ROAD BECAUSE HIS CAR BROKE DOWN AND HE SAW A CAR COMING UP BEHIND HIM SO HE STUCK OUT HIS THUMB TO HITCH HIKE AND THE CAR STOPPED AHEAD OF HIM. HE RAN UP TO THE PASSENGER SIDE AND OPENED THE DOOR. WHEN HE OPENED THE DOOR A SKELETON POPPED OUT

  • 09.29.2011 9:06 PM PDT

Knocks on the Window

The digital clock humming quietly on my nightstand was the only sound my ears could pick up from my surroundings. The night was dead quiet. I know he was there. Right on schedule, he would be standing outside my window. He would knock. I, for reasons I wish I could explain, would open the blinds. He would stare at me, and I would stare at him. He would leave soon after, and I would stay awake until the sun began to rise. This was our routine. My mind was wandering a thousand miles away when he first knocked, though my eyes stayed lingering on the window. I told myself I wouldn't open the blinds. I told myself that tonight he wouldn't scare me and that I would get the rest I desperately needed. He knocked twice more. I held a pillow over my head and began humming an old song I used to sing in elementary school. He knocked again, and this time, he had done it a lot less courteously than he had in the past. It had become a loud thumping noise.

I threw the pillow off my head and opened the blinds. His pale, wrinkly face leered in at me. His lifeless, black eyes that shone despite their darkness peered into my own. His stringy hair fluttered a little in the wind. He seemed to be breathing somewhat harshly, and though it was hard to determine his mood as anything other than emotionless, I could sense an amount of animousity I had never felt before.

After what seemed like hours, he turned around and was on his way. I faced the ceiling and wept. This had been going on for more than a month. I had tried to talk to others about it, but I could never finish my sentences. They'd degrade into quiet mumblings and whispers. I was so tired, and I had even begun to wonder if I was losing my mind. I had tried sleeping pills but even they couldn't help me to sleep though the night. The weirdest part is that I always woke up about five minutes before he knocked. I knew, instictively, that he would be there. I was so tired. The next night, I told myself that under no circumstances would I look out the window, I didn't care if he was on the verge of breaking the glass, I would not give him what he wanted. I would not feed him. He'd have to find someone else to terrify. He'd have to leave me alone.

I woke up, and I instantly knew what was going to happen. It's funny, I was anticipating his knocks, and yet I still jumped a little when I finally heard him. I lay in my bed quietly, as if I hadn't heard anything. He knocked again, and I hid under the pillow once more. He knocked again, even louder than he had the night before. I whimpered, but remained under the pillow. He knocked twice more. After that, things got quiet. I no longer had the feeling I was being watched. I pulled my head out from under my pillow and slowly looked out the window.

Nothing. Just my backyard.

I laughed. I laughed so hard that little tears began to slip out of my eyes. He was somebody else's problem now. I looked at the clock, noticed that I had only been awake for about fifteen minutes, and turned over to go back to sleep. I had just gotten to that area where dreams mingle with reality when I heard the distant click of a door. My backdoor. Someone had just entered into my house from the outside. Something from my backyard. I knew it was him. I listened quietly as his footsteps made their way from my kitchen, to my dining room, to the short hallway outside of my bedroom. He was walking slowly, patiently, and was not attempting to hide his presence at all.

He knocked on my door and I almost vomited. I wanted to do something, anything. I was paralyzed with fear. He knocked again. Trembling, I pulled the pillow back over my head. All that could be heard was the sound of weeping, knocking, and a digital clock humming quietly to itself.

I was so tired.
I didn't write this

  • 10.02.2011 9:51 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

you want a scary story just ask your freindly pedo neibor about his/hers childhhood memorys that is some tuff stuff there. (dont get into the van or go into his house)

  • 10.05.2011 5:25 PM PDT

Ima Bee

It was a dark and rainy night and there was an old lady who enjoyed solving jigsaw puzzles sat by herself at her house at her table to complete a new jigsaw puzzle. As she pieced her new jigsaw puzzle together, she realised to her astonishment, that the image that was formed was her very own room. And the figure in the centre of the puzzle that she was putting together was herself. And with trembling hands she placed the last four pieces, and stared in horror at the face of a demented madman at the window. And the last thing that this old lady ever heard was the sound of breaking glass...

  • 10.05.2011 9:00 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

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I found the actual story.

There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning.
As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by several portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred and malice. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep. The next morning, the hunter awoke - he turned, blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.


  • 10.07.2011 12:33 PM PDT

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The Girl in the Photograph

One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until school let out. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.
His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it. He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign. She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "No." He was devastated. When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "No." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep. In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone. The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "No." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep. Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when he was suddenly hit by a car. He died instantly, picture in hand.
The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. He saw the picture and picked it up. He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.

  • 10.07.2011 1:05 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Halo 2 > Halo 3 > Halo 3 ODST > Halo Reach > Halo CE

Based on campaigns.

A young boy goes to the carnival, but cant afford anything but the ghost ride. He is the only one who goes on it. Afterwards, he comes out and says to a security guard 'I want to ride the ghost train again'. The guard is confused and says 'That ride has been closed for 6 years, you must have dreamt it'. But the boy hadnt

  • 10.07.2011 3:37 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

I have a REALLY scary story.
Some people consider COD: Black ops to be the best game of all time.
*shudder*

  • 10.07.2011 8:32 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!


Posted by: TheM0nkeyMan
I have a REALLY scary story.
Some people consider COD: Black ops to be the best game of all time.
*shudder*



I shat my pants.

  • 10.08.2011 12:05 AM PDT
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i will not fall if u are readind this my clan will not die as long as we have hope we will not DIE!

justin beiber sang everyone died the end :D

  • 10.09.2011 8:35 AM PDT


Posted by: truscottball
justin beiber sang everyone died the end :D

*sigh*

  • 10.09.2011 8:36 AM PDT
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i will not fall if u are readind this my clan will not die as long as we have hope we will not DIE!

sorry im hyper today cause im bored :/

  • 10.09.2011 8:37 AM PDT