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Short, Scary Stories! 2 [Updated, 4.15.09]

This thread will have some stories from the books "Scary Stories to tell in the Dark" and "More Scary Stories to tell in the Dark" Enjoy. [quote]The Big Toe A boy was digging at this edge of his family's garden when he saw a toe poking out from the dirt. He tried to dig it out of the dirt, but it was stuck to something. The boy gave a great tug and the toe came out of the ground. He then heard a groan and something scamper away. he showed the toe to his mom. She said, "This'll be great to add to the soup tonight." So, the mother cut the toe into 3 pieces and put them into the soup. Later that night, after the boy ate supper, he felt tired and went to bed. he was awakened at midnight by a groaning in the street. "Where is my to-o-o-o-o-e?" it groaned. The boy got very scared. But he thought, "He doesn't know where I am, it won't find me." Then the groan again, but it was in front of his house. "Where is my to-o-o-o-o-e?" the boy tried to sleep, he thought it was just his imagination. But then he heard the front door open, and he heard the groan again. "Where is my to-o-o-o-o-e?" The boy heard footsteps slowly move through the kitchen into the dining room, then into the living room. He then heard footsteps slowly climbing the stairs. Closer the footsteps came. They were right outside his door. "Where is my to-o-o-o-o-e?" The do0or opened. The boy was shaking with fear. He listened as the footsteps moved closer through the dark room to his bed. Then they stopped. "Where is my to-o-o-o-o-e?" The voice groaned...[/quote] The next few posts will be made by me, they are were future stories will be. I'm not trying to bump this thread, I'm only making it so that you can see more stories on this first page. [Edited on 01.01.2011 11:22 AM PST]
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  • [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] lord of dahorde Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The end! [/quote]haha, love that show

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  • [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Evilone117 Now this is the story all about how, My life got flipped, turned upside down, And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In West Philadelphia I was born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool, And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good, Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, The license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air. [/quote]I thought that sounded familiar.

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  • i have the shortest scary story ever here it is. JUSTIN BIEBER!!!!

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  • The time was about 9:30 p.m. and I was on my way home from a friend's house(I was about 11 or 12 at the time). He only lives around the corner from my house so there aren't any problems about how late I went home. As I walked outside,and got on my scooter, I noticed something; this night, seemed different than usual. The night was colder, darker, and seemed as if time was standing still. I decided I would hurry home and try to get there a little faster than usual(only took about 2 minutes walking), but as I turned the corner, I felt a terrible shiver down my spine. I turned around only to see a man, standing there. Though, this was no man, more of a shadow. A looming darkness watching me, staring at me. He looked like a silhouette of a man wearing a hat but with dark blood red eyes staring at me. He was standing on the ground, but almost appeared to be floating there, perhaps as if a man was trapped between two dimensions. I stared at him for only a second, though it felt as if time stood still for much longer, before I darted off, hoping that whatever this was couldn't catch me. It only took about 10 seconds for me to reach my door and get inside, heart racing, body shivering as if the temperature was below zero. I then went to my room and fell asleep, hoping that I was dreaming, and would have no memory of it in the morning. The next day was a school day, and I still didn't feel so good. I decided to ask one of my friends if he ever saw a ghost, or even believed in them. This was where he told me his story, where he too, saw something. He described the ghost as the very same thing I had seen, which at first, led me to believe he was joking with me. The problem was, however, that I had yet to tell anyone of what had happened the previous night. In case anyone was wondering this really did happen to me. [Edited on 02.02.2011 12:47 AM PST]

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  • Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The end!

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  • Now this is the story all about how, My life got flipped, turned upside down, And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In West Philadelphia I was born and raised On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool, And all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good, Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, The license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

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  • Once upon a time, a guy turned on his xbox, put on Reach disk and he was banned for no reason. he wanted to play Halo again even if he was resetted and credit banned, cause he thought there was a mistake, and later he would have asked for an explanation to the forum. he kept earning 2.000.000 Cr for challenges, but he couldn't rise rank. soon, he saw only high ranks in games, and after something like 5-6 matches, he couldn't find anyone under Forerunner. Bungie decided to make a "2.000.000 Cr a challenge" day. so everyone except for him and a few boosters gained high ranks. the courious thing is that he read this story before turning on his xbox. I suggest you to go and check. I'm occupied gaining my 2.000.000 Cr. Insane challenges Bungie gave us today! They give 2.000.000 Cr, and are so easy!

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  • 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 a 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, he was suprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. 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. Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.

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  • [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] MrSpinkleswirth *points flashlight under chin* Once upon a time, there was a floodian, he awoke to find himself in the middle of the Halo [b]REACH[/b] Forum, and he could never leave! muahahahahahahahaaaa!!!![/quote] Updated for Current Situations...

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  • [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Connorwmcl I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed. Today a friend of mine told me a story. His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well): "They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them. The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren't already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door -Once for you skin, which she'll use to patch her own decaying flesh. -Twice for your muscle, which she'll gnash her teeth on between victims. -Thrice for your bones, which she'll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims. -Four times for your heart, which she'll wear around her neck. -Five times for your teeth, which she'll polish and keep in a box. -Six times for your eyes, which she'll see the faces of your loved ones through. -Seven times for your soul, which she'll eat whole - you can never pass while you're in her stomach. She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her. You can try to outrun her, but she's faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she's knocking on your door, she won't be so courteous when she catches up to you. Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that's right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again. Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints. His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop -blam!- me. He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend. Then a little girl's voice spoke over the line: "WITNESS." I hung up. Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. She's doing it slowly I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn't get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment. Nice knowing you guys, it's been funjklm,.- [i]WITNESS[/i][/quote] Awesome! How do you come up with those stories?

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  • I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed. Today a friend of mine told me a story. His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well): "They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them. The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren't already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door -Once for you skin, which she'll use to patch her own decaying flesh. -Twice for your muscle, which she'll gnash her teeth on between victims. -Thrice for your bones, which she'll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims. -Four times for your heart, which she'll wear around her neck. -Five times for your teeth, which she'll polish and keep in a box. -Six times for your eyes, which she'll see the faces of your loved ones through. -Seven times for your soul, which she'll eat whole - you can never pass while you're in her stomach. She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her. You can try to outrun her, but she's faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she's knocking on your door, she won't be so courteous when she catches up to you. Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that's right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again. Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints. His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop -blam!- me. He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend. Then a little girl's voice spoke over the line: "WITNESS." I hung up. Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. She's doing it slowly I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn't get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment. Nice knowing you guys, it's been funjklm,.- [i]WITNESS[/i]

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  • [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Connorwmcl In the small town of Georgia there was an old man who had no legs. The only way he could move around was by his long, long nails. He was also a killer. He would sneak around town and kill people with his long, long nails. So, because of this, the people were ordered to go inside by exactly 6:00 pm and lock their doors until he was caught. One night, a little girl asked her mom if she could go and play at her friends house. The mother looked at the clock. It was only 4:00 pm. She told the little girl to be home by 5:45 because thats when "click-clack" came out. The little girl agreed and was on her way. She played and played but lost track of time because when she headed home it was already 5:48 pm. By the time she was close to her home it was 6:00 pm. She observed people locking their doors and calling in their kids. Shoot I have better run she thought. Finally she reached her street. But thats when she heard the noise....[i]click clack drag click clack drag[/i]....she pounded on the door but her mother had fallen asleep..[i]click clack drag[/i] came the sound again..and then..all was silent the pounding had stopped.. Upon waking and forgetting her daughter had gone out to play the last evening, the mother opened the door to get the newspaper. She screamed in horror at the sight. Written on the step in blood was, "[i]Mother why didn't you open the door?[/i]" She was never seen again... [/quote]MORE! -blam!- that was really good!

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  • True story! When my cousin was younger when he had a fever he would hallucinate a black silhouette of a china doll. When I was at their house we were watching TV and the song "its a small small world" was playing from the attic. A few years later when they were moving out of their house we were clearing out the attic and there was a black bag with a burnt, completely black china doll in it. The doll was wind up and it played the song "its a small small world"

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  • [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] MrSpinkleswirth *points flashlight under chin* Once upon a time, there was a floodian, he awoke to find himself in the middle of the Halo 3 Forum, and he could never leave! muahahahahahahahaaaa!!!![/quote]*shaking* scariest...story...ever! *pants go wet*

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  • [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Connorwmcl 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]I know you're awake.[/i]'[/quote] MORE! This is awesome yet scary as hell!

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  • 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]I know you're awake.[/i]'

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  • [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Connorwmcl In the small town of Georgia there was an old man who had no legs. The only way he could move around was by his long, long nails. He was also a killer. He would sneak around town and kill people with his long, long nails. So, because of this, the people were ordered to go inside by exactly 6:00 pm and lock their doors until he was caught. One night, a little girl asked her mom if she could go and play at her friends house. The mother looked at the clock. It was only 4:00 pm. She told the little girl to be home by 5:45 because thats when "click-clack" came out. The little girl agreed and was on her way. She played and played but lost track of time because when she headed home it was already 5:48 pm. By the time she was close to her home it was 6:00 pm. She observed people locking their doors and calling in their kids. Shoot I have better run she thought. Finally she reached her street. But thats when she heard the noise....[i]click clack drag click clack drag[/i]....she pounded on the door but her mother had fallen asleep..[i]click clack drag[/i] came the sound again..and then..all was silent the pounding had stopped.. Upon waking and forgetting her daughter had gone out to play the last evening, the mother opened the door to get the newspaper. She screamed in horror at the sight. Written on the step in blood was, "[i]Mother why didn't you open the door?[/i]" She was never seen again... [/quote] Now I am scared of the man with the long nails.

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  • In the small town of Georgia there was an old man who had no legs. The only way he could move around was by his long, long nails. He was also a killer. He would sneak around town and kill people with his long, long nails. So, because of this, the people were ordered to go inside by exactly 6:00 pm and lock their doors until he was caught. One night, a little girl asked her mom if she could go and play at her friends house. The mother looked at the clock. It was only 4:00 pm. She told the little girl to be home by 5:45 because thats when "click-clack" came out. The little girl agreed and was on her way. She played and played but lost track of time because when she headed home it was already 5:48 pm. By the time she was close to her home it was 6:00 pm. She observed people locking their doors and calling in their kids. Shoot I have better run she thought. Finally she reached her street. But thats when she heard the noise....[i]click clack drag click clack drag[/i]....she pounded on the door but her mother had fallen asleep..[i]click clack drag[/i] came the sound again..and then..all was silent the pounding had stopped.. Upon waking and forgetting her daughter had gone out to play the last evening, the mother opened the door to get the newspaper. She screamed in horror at the sight. Written on the step in blood was, "[i]Mother why didn't you open the door?[/i]" She was never seen again...

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  • Demonic Flying Squirrel!

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  • There once was a boy from Philadelphia. He was born and raised there. Most of his days, he played at the playground. He played some basketball outside of the local school. But there were a couple of men there, they were up to no good, and they started to make trouble in his neighboorhood. He got into one little fight, and his mother got scared for his safety and said. "Your going to live with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air" Terrifying.

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  • ...and then the call was coming from inside his testicles!

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  • Here's a good site. Some of these are real pant -blam!-ers :P [url]http://www.everythingscary.com/scary_stories/[/url] [Edited on 01.20.2011 4:01 AM PST]

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  • These stories are scaring me alot right now.

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  • True story: A terrible plague was realeased onto the world on September 14th 2010. Nuff sed

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  • not enough storys.

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  • aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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