Off Topic: The Flood
This topic has moved here: Subject: Short, Scary Stories!
  • Subject: Short, Scary Stories!
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

HA10G0D im a colonel g 2

im also 11

  • 07.07.2009 3:50 AM PDT

Now Cobra LC.

youngfastsnip3r
i dont get that story=(

Posted by: YoungFastSnip3r
The title would give the story away.


One morning, a man and his two sons went fishing in the woods that stretched for miles beyond their own backyard. His wife watched from the kitchen window as they disappeared into the trees. Later that day, the wife began to become worried, for her family was not back and she hadn't heard word from them since they left, and dinner had been ready hours ago.



After another hour of waiting, she decided to go out and look for them. By now it was already almost completely dark. She ran through the woods calling out their names. She got no replies. It was some time before she came to a stream. There, lying in the banks of the stream were the bodies of her husband and oldest son, with a knife sticking in each of their chests. It was obvious that they had been murdered. But where was her younger son, a boy of only eleven?



After a long time of silent vigil, prayer, and mourning, she decided to head back home, for now she realized, the person who killed her two family members was still out there in the woods. Frightened out of her wits, she ran frantically through the woods until she reached her house. She went to her next door neighbor's house and told her what had happened, but swore her to secrecy, because she didn't want anyone else finding out about this tragic event. To avoid the press, the next day, her neighbor helped her smuggle the bodies out of the stream and buried them both in the woods, right by the stream.



The woman was still in search of her younger son, however. She had searched the woods the entire morning and found no trace of him. Her hopes were that he had found shelter and would return home when he knew it was safe. She had been digging her husband and son's graves all day and was getting tired from the work. When she was finished digging, her neighbor offered to go back to the house and retrieve two blankets to wrap the bodies in. The widow told her to get the one off of her bed. Her neighbor went inside.



Nearly three quarters of an hour passed by and the neighbor had still not returned. The woman decided to go back to see that she was okay. She went up the stairs and was horrified at the sight in her bedroom. She screamed, for there on her bed, near the open window, was the severed head of her youngest son, and a knife. Her neighbor was nowhere in sight.
[/quote]
O, i get it!
good story

  • 07.08.2009 11:09 AM PDT

Im the feeling inside
the thing you tried to hide
the sense that died!

I AM RAGE!

Dudes yall got nothing on my scariest thing thats happend to me. . . True story

My teacher told us about this haunted building, it was run down had holes in it and tons of stuff. no one ver whent into it. it yous to be a saitenis worshiping church or something until some peaple burned it down in the 1950's.

I get some of my friends at exactly 11:00 and got my friends older brother to drive us there( i was 15 it was 2007) we got there at 11:15 or something like that and we go into the broken building. we each brought a flash light and we had 5 peaple. my best freind left his in one of the hall ways and we whent back and it was gone. . . scared the crap out of me. we all started to think it was time to get out but sadly we didnt. i regret it. we all walked down the hallway and there was writing on the wall diffrent languages it was red. . . now it wast blood becouse it was pealing of the wall so that was good. and one of my friends flah light whent out. . . scary. we kept going and we whent to the foyer of the old building there was different ways but 2 of them were blocked. and there were two ways. we took one all at the same time i was at the end (never ever be in the back or the front just a tip) and i heard foot steps behind me and one of my friends heard it to the same one whos flash light whent out. . .

We kept going but i kept turning around.we heard a door shut and then glass fall. we got to the end and there was a door that was blocked off but taped down and said do not open. we didint (first good decision.) we turned back and at the end of the hallway one of the pathways that was blocked, it ws open and the glass on the door was broken. .. .we started to run and we all made it out but the older brother who was there was not with us. . . we whent back he wanted to search the other way we said no and we waited at the entrence. .. . we watched him go down the hallway. 5 ins later we here screams and we runt to the car when we see the brother running out the hallway. we got in and he hoped in the back seat freaked out he was yelling he saw peaple in dark coatswe. . . like 3 of them. we didnt believe him at first until. . . we looked at his pants he piss'd himself he wasnt the person to do all that for a joke trust me. . . the building was demolished a year later and they took out all the stuff. and my friends flash light was siiting in a pile of junk i dont know it just scared the crap out of me. . .me and my friends never whent nere that place agian.

Before you start to tell me im lieng im not. you werent there only me and my freinds know. Iv never been so scared.

Facts: chould not have been teacher he left on a vacation it was spring break, Parents know they thought we were going to see a movie, other class mates know becouse i was in tutering for math i was alone with the teacher. The building was cleaned out and demolished a year later, i think it was really haunted i think he really saw something back there we just dont know what. . .

  • 07.09.2009 10:39 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!
  • gamertag:
  • user homepage:
  • last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT

scary!

  • 07.10.2009 8:39 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Imma musician and things :3

DOWNLOAD MY MUSIC

Talking of short stories, does anyone read 2000AD, and if so, have you read Cradlegrave? That is some freaky stuff there, man.

  • 07.10.2009 2:17 PM PDT

this is sort of wierd not scary

a couple of years ago there was a story about a guy who was a night guard at a train station and one of the trains transported frozen goods so it was basically a train with a carrige that was a giant freezer and this guy managed to get himself locked into it and died but when scientists studied the cause of death he had suffered the results of someone who froze 2 death, however the freezer wasn't running...........

  • 07.11.2009 3:34 AM PDT
  • gamertag: xmz117
  • user homepage:

Bnet thankfully quenches my Grunty Thirst!

This is a true story that happened at a camp, one I used to go to.

It was 1986, The first year it had ever opened. After the first few days a kid went missing. The councilers(I know I spelled that wrong but bear with me) sent out a search party to go and look for him but he was never found. Several days after the kid went missing there were markings and writings in the sand as well as un-attended fires happening at the campsites, and so they were retired. One night, one of the councilers was up alone by the campfire when a scrubby old man walked out from the woods. They talked together and the Old man said he was a butcher that lives in these woods. The old man left after an hour. Three years later three kids found an old abandoned cabin about 200 feet from the forbidden manor. The cabin was empty besides a chest in the center of the cabin. When they opened it there was a t-shirt from 1986, the same year the kid went missing. They decided to tell their councilers the next morning, as they were all tired. The next morning when the three kids showed the Councilers the cabin was burned down and the chest was nowhere to be found. All of the un-attended fires and markings (which would happen on at least twice everyday) stopped.

Three days later the Butcher was spotted inside the forbidden manor with a small skeleton in one of his trucks. The Butcher had to flee into the woods with his equipment and the skeleton. The Butcher was the one who abducted and murdered the kid that went missing in 1986. Jon, one of the Councilers, was sent to investigate the manor once occupied by the Butcher. When going into the kitchen, he found a bowl of Crogan Baloni, a bloody butcher knife, severed fingers, and organs. Upon further inspection of the Crogan Baloni, it was made from a human. The Butcher, better known as the Crogan Baloni Man, is now a wanted murderer. Now the abandoned trucks at the Crogan Baloni Man's manor are reported to show figures when there is no light shined on them.

Note: Crogan Baloni is a type of baloni made in the town of Crogan, near the camp the kid went missing in.

  • 07.11.2009 6:57 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

By Artemis Fowl (requested to have it posted)
Damn, I was flying down to some Ghost Town for a meeting my work had told me about at the last minute. I wasn't able to make reservations for a hotel or anything, and the only place I could find was about 150 years old. Ah well, at least the trip was only for two weeks.

The man sitting at the hotel desk was old, I was thinking about asking him if he was as old as the hotel. He fumbled around in a box and handed me the key. I read the number, Room 13. "Careful in there," the clerk said. "Yeah, alright," I said, pressing the buttons to the elevator.

Now, not to be gross or anything, but I don't usually get up to take a piss in the middle of the night. For some reason, I guess it was just being in a new place, I had to. I got up and went into the bathroom. One side of the wall was particularly worn. I didn't remember seeing that when I got there. I finished my piss, washed my hands and went to bed. I swore I heard something whispering on the other side of the wall.

Now, normally, I don't believe in ghosts, but all that night I kept having nightmares. The next day, I got up and put on my best dress shirt, ready for my work meeting. I read the address on the memo and drove all the way to the convention center. There was a security gate out front and the guard asked me what I was here for. "A work meeting, Room 402," I said. "Sorry kid, nothing scheduled for Room 402 this week," the man said. I felt kind of embarassed and drove back home. On the way back I kept looking at the address seat. I had gone to the right place, but the meeting wasn't there.

The next day I decided to call my boss and ask him if he copied the address down right. I picked up the phone and dialed the number, but no sound came out of the phone. I followed the line all the way to the plug and saw that someone had cut it right at its end. I walked out of the room to the elevator.

The clerk was still there, but he looked a lot older, like he had just aged ten years in a few nights. "Excuse me?" I asked. He nodded at me. "Umm, my phone line is disconnected up in my room, if I could use the phone down here real quick," I said. He pointed to the phone. I picked it up and dialed my boss's number. "We're sorry, this number has been disconnected."

I stormed back up to my room, furious. Not only was I stuck here, but my boss had to decide to have here number changed. And to make it worse, there was a hole in the bathroom wall. Wait... WHAT?! I double taked and saw it again. There was a whole about the size of my eye in the side of the bathroom wall! I looked into it but it was too dark to see. I ran out of the room and down to the lobby. "Excuse me, sir. There's a hole in my wall. If you could just come check it and make sure..." I trembled. He got up and went with me to my room.

"I see no hole," he said smoothly. I walked into the bathroom and looked at the hole, but it wasn't there. The wall was perfectly clean and shiny, like someone had just cleaned it yesterday. The man grunted and went down to the lobby. I stared at the wall in amazement, how could the hole have disappeared so easily? Was I hallucinating?

I slept uneasily that night, voices kept coming to me. And then it was, the urgence to take another piss. I got up and went to the bathroom. I slid inside and left the door wide open. The wall was worn again, and just as I finished pissing I heard a loud CRACK! I turned around and tore it back into my room. Everything seemed fine, I looked around the room a few times and went back into the bathroom to wash my hands. The hole was back, but this time a demonic red light was coming from it. I looked inside but everything was just filled with red, I couldn't see.

Friday came, and it was a Fridath the 13th. Once again I slept uneasily. I woke up in the night to piss, again. As I went into the bathroom, the small eye sized hole had grown. A lot. It was now big enough for a full grown man to crawl into. I stared in horror at the dark red light emitting from the hole. I stood in shock for a few seconds, but then ran all the way to the stairs, not bothering to take the elevator. When I reached the lobby, the old man was sitting there, but he seemed almost ancient looking. "Giant... Hole... In... Bathroom..." I breathed, gasping for air. The man looked annoyed, but agreed to walk with me to my room to give it a look.

The hole was gone. The wall was clean. I was stuttering, trying to find the right words. I must've been going insane, I thought to myself. I went back to bed, but woke up again, for another piss. Did I have a bladder problem? Two pisses in one night? I cursed out loud and walked to the bathroom. The hole was back, but it was big enough for me to stand up in now. I leaned into it, the demonic red light almost blinding me. I felt a swift push from behind me and fell into the hole. I jumped and turned around to get out, but the hole was only big enough for my eye again. I looked through it to see the clerk, but his body was thinning away, as if he were only a skeleton. I beat on the wall, screaming for help but nothing came.

I waited, and something was speaking to me. It was telling me to go into the hole further. I tried to resist, but I couldn't. I involuntarily stood up and walked forward. The hole widened into a cave, and it got even darker. I began whispering to myself, shivering in the cold. Pipes were sticking out of the walls, as though someone had dug right through the plumbing. I kept going unit my foot landed in a puddle. It was deep puddle, and I had to pull my leg with all my strength to get it out. I thought maybe it was water from the pipes, but when I looked down, I saw my pant leg drenched in blood. I wanted to scream but something stopped me. I silently continued walking forward.

"What are you doing here?" A man that looked exactly like the clerk in his skeletal appearance stood there, but there was a different feeling with him. His eyes were black, nothing went into them, nothing came out. He stared blankly at me, expecting an answer. I mumbled and looked around. The walls were decorated with human bones and skin, but the man didn't seem to notice at all. He stood up and began walking deeper into the cave, beckoning me to come.

We reached a large carven that was all hollow except for a torch with a pendulum scraped in the dirt around it. The man lit it and began chanting something. The fire grew and seemed to show everything in the room. Human corpses lay around the room in piles, their flesh rotting and bones showing. I started to scream but the man stopped me. "Silence!" he whispered loudly. He finished chanting and something came out of the fire. It was a ceremonial dagger. He began walking towards me, a malicious look in his eyes. I shivered all over, and ran all the way back as far as I could remember. I was lost, and I was going to die in this cave. "Over here!" The skeletal clerk called desperately. I ran towards him and found the hole, wide open, in my bathroom. As I jumped through it, the hole shut, except for the eyehole. I heard ancient sounding screams coming from the other side of the wall. I floored it all the way down to the lobby. At the desk, the clerk was sitting there calmly. "Did you kill him?" he asked quietly. I shook my head. "Leave, now." He helped me pack my bags and put them in my car. "Get as far away from here as you can. Don't stop for anything," he said quickly. I got in my car, thanked him, and got the hell out of Dodge.

My tank of gas was just about empty. I stopped at a gas station and went inside to pay. I asked where the bathroom was, not looking at the cashier. I walked in with the key and saw a giant, gaping hole in the wall of the bathroom, a human skeleton hanging from the edge. I ran out of the store and into my car. As I looked up into the store, I saw the clerk. His eyes were straight black, and he looked as thin as a skeleton. I looked around and saw, to my horror, that other people were getting out of their cars, their figure morphing to match the man, and they were all marching towards my car...

-Artemis Fowl

  • 07.11.2009 10:17 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

Posted by: steelboom490
By Artemis Fowl (requested to have it posted)
Damn, I was flying down to some Ghost Town for a meeting my work had told me about at the last minute. I wasn't able to make reservations for a hotel or anything, and the only place I could find was about 150 years old. Ah well, at least the trip was only for two weeks.

The man sitting at the hotel desk was old, I was thinking about asking him if he was as old as the hotel. He fumbled around in a box and handed me the key. I read the number, Room 13. "Careful in there," the clerk said. "Yeah, alright," I said, pressing the buttons to the elevator.

Now, not to be gross or anything, but I don't usually get up to take a piss in the middle of the night. For some reason, I guess it was just being in a new place, I had to. I got up and went into the bathroom. One side of the wall was particularly worn. I didn't remember seeing that when I got there. I finished my piss, washed my hands and went to bed. I swore I heard something whispering on the other side of the wall.

Now, normally, I don't believe in ghosts, but all that night I kept having nightmares. The next day, I got up and put on my best dress shirt, ready for my work meeting. I read the address on the memo and drove all the way to the convention center. There was a security gate out front and the guard asked me what I was here for. "A work meeting, Room 402," I said. "Sorry kid, nothing scheduled for Room 402 this week," the man said. I felt kind of embarassed and drove back home. On the way back I kept looking at the address seat. I had gone to the right place, but the meeting wasn't there.

The next day I decided to call my boss and ask him if he copied the address down right. I picked up the phone and dialed the number, but no sound came out of the phone. I followed the line all the way to the plug and saw that someone had cut it right at its end. I walked out of the room to the elevator.

The clerk was still there, but he looked a lot older, like he had just aged ten years in a few nights. "Excuse me?" I asked. He nodded at me. "Umm, my phone line is disconnected up in my room, if I could use the phone down here real quick," I said. He pointed to the phone. I picked it up and dialed my boss's number. "We're sorry, this number has been disconnected."

I stormed back up to my room, furious. Not only was I stuck here, but my boss had to decide to have here number changed. And to make it worse, there was a hole in the bathroom wall. Wait... WHAT?! I double taked and saw it again. There was a whole about the size of my eye in the side of the bathroom wall! I looked into it but it was too dark to see. I ran out of the room and down to the lobby. "Excuse me, sir. There's a hole in my wall. If you could just come check it and make sure..." I trembled. He got up and went with me to my room.

"I see no hole," he said smoothly. I walked into the bathroom and looked at the hole, but it wasn't there. The wall was perfectly clean and shiny, like someone had just cleaned it yesterday. The man grunted and went down to the lobby. I stared at the wall in amazement, how could the hole have disappeared so easily? Was I hallucinating?

I slept uneasily that night, voices kept coming to me. And then it was, the urgence to take another piss. I got up and went to the bathroom. I slid inside and left the door wide open. The wall was worn again, and just as I finished pissing I heard a loud CRACK! I turned around and tore it back into my room. Everything seemed fine, I looked around the room a few times and went back into the bathroom to wash my hands. The hole was back, but this time a demonic red light was coming from it. I looked inside but everything was just filled with red, I couldn't see.

Friday came, and it was a Fridath the 13th. Once again I slept uneasily. I woke up in the night to piss, again. As I went into the bathroom, the small eye sized hole had grown. A lot. It was now big enough for a full grown man to crawl into. I stared in horror at the dark red light emitting from the hole. I stood in shock for a few seconds, but then ran all the way to the stairs, not bothering to take the elevator. When I reached the lobby, the old man was sitting there, but he seemed almost ancient looking. "Giant... Hole... In... Bathroom..." I breathed, gasping for air. The man looked annoyed, but agreed to walk with me to my room to give it a look.

The hole was gone. The wall was clean. I was stuttering, trying to find the right words. I must've been going insane, I thought to myself. I went back to bed, but woke up again, for another piss. Did I have a bladder problem? Two pisses in one night? I cursed out loud and walked to the bathroom. The hole was back, but it was big enough for me to stand up in now. I leaned into it, the demonic red light almost blinding me. I felt a swift push from behind me and fell into the hole. I jumped and turned around to get out, but the hole was only big enough for my eye again. I looked through it to see the clerk, but his body was thinning away, as if he were only a skeleton. I beat on the wall, screaming for help but nothing came.

I waited, and something was speaking to me. It was telling me to go into the hole further. I tried to resist, but I couldn't. I involuntarily stood up and walked forward. The hole widened into a cave, and it got even darker. I began whispering to myself, shivering in the cold. Pipes were sticking out of the walls, as though someone had dug right through the plumbing. I kept going unit my foot landed in a puddle. It was deep puddle, and I had to pull my leg with all my strength to get it out. I thought maybe it was water from the pipes, but when I looked down, I saw my pant leg drenched in blood. I wanted to scream but something stopped me. I silently continued walking forward.

"What are you doing here?" A man that looked exactly like the clerk in his skeletal appearance stood there, but there was a different feeling with him. His eyes were black, nothing went into them, nothing came out. He stared blankly at me, expecting an answer. I mumbled and looked around. The walls were decorated with human bones and skin, but the man didn't seem to notice at all. He stood up and began walking deeper into the cave, beckoning me to come.

We reached a large carven that was all hollow except for a torch with a pendulum scraped in the dirt around it. The man lit it and began chanting something. The fire grew and seemed to show everything in the room. Human corpses lay around the room in piles, their flesh rotting and bones showing. I started to scream but the man stopped me. "Silence!" he whispered loudly. He finished chanting and something came out of the fire. It was a ceremonial dagger. He began walking towards me, a malicious look in his eyes. I shivered all over, and ran all the way back as far as I could remember. I was lost, and I was going to die in this cave. "Over here!" The skeletal clerk called desperately. I ran towards him and found the hole, wide open, in my bathroom. As I jumped through it, the hole shut, except for the eyehole. I heard ancient sounding screams coming from the other side of the wall. I floored it all the way down to the lobby. At the desk, the clerk was sitting there calmly. "Did you kill him?" he asked quietly. I shook my head. "Leave, now." He helped me pack my bags and put them in my car. "Get as far away from here as you can. Don't stop for anything," he said quickly. I got in my car, thanked him, and got the hell out of Dodge.

My tank of gas was just about empty. I stopped at a gas station and went inside to pay. I asked where the bathroom was, not looking at the cashier. I walked in with the key and saw a giant, gaping hole in the wall of the bathroom, a human skeleton hanging from the edge. I ran out of the store and into my car. As I looked up into the store, I saw the clerk. His eyes were straight black, and he looked as thin as a skeleton. I looked around and saw, to my horror, that other people were getting out of their cars, their figure morphing to match the man, and they were all marching towards my car...

-Artemis Fowl

I dont get it.

  • 07.11.2009 12:05 PM PDT

____________(˜˜˜||˜˜˜˜||˜˜˜˜˜)_∏______
l | --------____.`=====.-.~:________\___|================[oo]
|_|||___/___/_/~```|_|_|_|``(o)----------<)

You





THE ENDZ!

  • 07.16.2009 2:00 PM PDT

thats not exactly a "SHORT" scary story but whatever ok heres mine



your mom.

the end

  • 07.17.2009 8:58 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Posted by: Captain Richards
I found the "Border Crossing" one to be offensive racially to Mexicans like me.
I know for a fact that that story is based off the stereotype that Mexicans grow drugs.

first of all, cocaine isnt grown, its manufactured, and second, quite a bit of drugs come from mexico...

  • 07.18.2009 4:05 PM PDT

Statue and Watcher really freaked me!

  • 07.19.2009 5:34 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

imma firin ma lazar!
O o
/¯/________________________
| BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
\_\¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ 5;¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ ;¯¯¯¯

this thread is awesome

[Edited on 07.20.2009 1:16 PM PDT]

  • 07.20.2009 1:16 PM PDT

imma firin ma lazar!
O o
/¯/________________________
| BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
\_\¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ 5;¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ ;¯¯¯¯

Posted by: dare410
Posted by: GingerBeast
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.

Posted by: NinjAg
Posted by: Blade of Steel
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.



This has happened to me twice, it scared the sht out of me, it was also someone I knew. My mother, she died of breast cancer a few months before this happened. All I saw was her curled up in the corner of the room wearing her favorite beanie on her head. I couldn't look away. Call me a liar but this is some scary stuff. I nearly sht myself.

it happened to a friend of mine once, i was still up and he was asleep, he woke up and was in one position. his eyes got wide and looked really scared, so i said "grant you're in a thing called sleep paralysis (i then explained to him what it was) im going to slap you make it stop" so i slapped him in the face, and it stopped.

[Edited on 07.20.2009 1:20 PM PDT]

  • 07.20.2009 1:20 PM PDT

Posted by: CHRISLY0NZ UK
Posted by: Cay330
THE XBOX RUNS ON PIXIE DUST!?!
Wow, you're such an idiot. Trust a Fulham supporter to not know such simple facts.

How else do you think the Xbox 360 could be the fine piece of machinery that it is?

This is probably the only SFW article on the site, but it's pretty creepy.

  • 07.20.2009 1:30 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Meow?

Posted by: X All Rage X
Dudes yall got nothing on my scariest thing thats happend to me. . . True story

My teacher told us about this haunted building, it was run down had holes in it and tons of stuff. no one ver whent into it. it yous to be a saitenis worshiping church or something until some peaple burned it down in the 1950's.

I get some of my friends at exactly 11:00 and got my friends older brother to drive us there( i was 15 it was 2007) we got there at 11:15 or something like that and we go into the broken building. we each brought a flash light and we had 5 peaple. my best freind left his in one of the hall ways and we whent back and it was gone. . . scared the crap out of me. we all started to think it was time to get out but sadly we didnt. i regret it. we all walked down the hallway and there was writing on the wall diffrent languages it was red. . . now it wast blood becouse it was pealing of the wall so that was good. and one of my friends flah light whent out. . . scary. we kept going and we whent to the foyer of the old building there was different ways but 2 of them were blocked. and there were two ways. we took one all at the same time i was at the end (never ever be in the back or the front just a tip) and i heard foot steps behind me and one of my friends heard it to the same one whos flash light whent out. . .

We kept going but i kept turning around.we heard a door shut and then glass fall. we got to the end and there was a door that was blocked off but taped down and said do not open. we didint (first good decision.) we turned back and at the end of the hallway one of the pathways that was blocked, it ws open and the glass on the door was broken. .. .we started to run and we all made it out but the older brother who was there was not with us. . . we whent back he wanted to search the other way we said no and we waited at the entrence. .. . we watched him go down the hallway. 5 ins later we here screams and we runt to the car when we see the brother running out the hallway. we got in and he hoped in the back seat freaked out he was yelling he saw peaple in dark coatswe. . . like 3 of them. we didnt believe him at first until. . . we looked at his pants he piss'd himself he wasnt the person to do all that for a joke trust me. . . the building was demolished a year later and they took out all the stuff. and my friends flash light was siiting in a pile of junk i dont know it just scared the crap out of me. . .me and my friends never whent nere that place agian.

Before you start to tell me im lieng im not. you werent there only me and my freinds know. Iv never been so scared.

Facts: chould not have been teacher he left on a vacation it was spring break, Parents know they thought we were going to see a movie, other class mates know becouse i was in tutering for math i was alone with the teacher. The building was cleaned out and demolished a year later, i think it was really haunted i think he really saw something back there we just dont know what. . .


Worst grammer EVER!!

  • 07.20.2009 7:06 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Border crossing and baby doll where horrible (not horrible as in a bad story as creepy...you get the idea)

  • 07.20.2009 7:28 PM PDT

This is the greatest thread ever I SWEAR! 10/10

The Medic - HOLY CRAP
Watcher - I would have -blam!- myself
Border Crossing? - GORY IT UP
Statues - Scared the crap out of me
Baby Doll - Reading ATM

  • 07.22.2009 12:16 AM PDT

Loading...

alright ive never made a short story before so here it goes:
ROSANNE
did i do well?

  • 07.22.2009 2:49 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

And How!!!

  • 07.24.2009 9:59 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

The Cabin

So one day a hunter was on his way back from a successfull hunt. He was several miles from his home and it was very late so he decided to find a place to spend the night. He found a large cabin on the side of the road and went up to it to ask if he could sleep there for the night. He knocked on the door but no one answered. The door was unlocked so he went inside. It was clear no one was there because the cabin was entirely empty except for the walls. On all of the walls hung large portraits of people. The man wanted to look closer at the portraits but was too tired. So he went to sleep, telling himself he would investigate the portraits in the morning. When he woke up the next day he looked to study the portraits, but he found that they were all actually windows.

[Edited on 07.24.2009 10:10 AM PDT]

  • 07.24.2009 10:08 AM PDT