Mary Stockum is a spooky legend about an old cemetery in Coshocton, Ohio that is haunted by the ghost of a witch who poisoned her own children. They say she was burned at the stake and her corpse was beheaded before she was buried.
According to the legend, there was a woman named Mary Stockum who had nine children. One of her daughters was mentally disabled. Mary was involved in witchcraft. Her second husband killed her mentally disabled daughter. Apparently, this was fine with her, because when the townspeople found out about the murder and hanged her husband for the crime, she vowed to get revenge.
One by one, her remaining kids started dying from a mysterious fever. After the fifth child died, the townspeople discovered she was poisoning her own kids. They charged her with witchcraft and she was burned at the stake. Her remains were buried in the cemetery, but when a sixth child died, they dug her up, cut off her head and buried it at an unknown location, outside the cemetery. After that, the remaining kids recovered from their illness.
Today, the cemetery in Coshcoton, Ohio where her body was buried is believed to be haunted by the ghost of Mary Stockum. They say many people have seen her ghostly figure roaming through the graves, searching for her dead children and her missing head. There have been numerous reports of people hearing weird sounds and screams in the area and many people have experienced car problems when they go there.
Two teenage boys who visited the cemetery heard loud screams in the distance. A few seconds later, they heard the screaming right beside them and it kept getting closer. One of them jumped into the car and told his friend, “we’re getting the hell outta here.” The boys drove off as fast as they could and never looked back.
One night, a young couple went up and parked in the graveyard, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ghost. The guy thought he saw something in the distance, down the dirt road and got out to take a closer look. When he returned to the car he found his girlfriend in a hysterical state. Her face was pale and she was gibbering like a mental patient. She eventually told him what had happened.
She said the ghost of Mary Stockum came up to the car and asked her to follow her into the woods. The girl claimed she was terrified that all she could say was, “What in the name of God do you want?” She said the ghostly woman’s reply was too horrible for her to repeat.
I have a story oh i forgot it
my birthday’s tomorrow i hope he actually posts a story
But SFK hasn’t slapped or murdered me yet! I’ll be waiting SFK…COME AT ME BRO!!! By the way…48th!!!!!
Well im just gonna go put majoras mask back on and sleep
MAYBE, sfk is on VACATION!
Guys isn’t it obvious ? the creator of the site said whoever said 1st 2nd 3rd ETC they would go to there house and slap them so they are slapping people (._.)
I HAVE A STORY A LONG TIME AGO ON THIS VERY WEBSITE STORIES AND RIDDLES AND GAMES USED TO GET POSTED HARD TO BELIEVE I KNOW BUT ITS TRUE THE CREATOR IS GONE FOR NOW BUT HE(OR SHE I REALLY DONT KNOW) WILL RETURN
WHERE ISH THE STORIEHS :'(
So… im guessing we are all gonna die?
Guys…ScaryForKids wrote that “The Paragraph” thing where if you read it, you’ll die. While he/she was writing it, he/she had to have read it. Maybe it finally caught up with him/her and ScaryForKids has finally kicked the bucket.
Long time not visiting, where’s slendergirl? And kids in chatroom? I wanna post my story but I was dead yesterday. Thank to god he lent me his phone.
sfk, where are you??
come back soon please….
@Requiem thank you your the first to reply i might use your story its good but one problem its a little confusing im wanda part but pretty good(i dont know if theyll get it tho) but thanks i will probaly use it
I like zombies
well we already got creepy pasta…
Oh my!! so creepy pic. But wait , s there a RELIGIOUS GHOST ?
Hi Happenstance, I wrote this story for you and I hope you can tell it at the camp you are going to. Please enjoy.
Tent
Someone has died.
This morning, everything was fine. Melanie, Honey, Libby, Lin and I were going camping. We brought everything and we were so sure everything would be fine. The weather, the games, the other campers in our high school would also be on the same site.
But we found no other campers. Not even the ones in our astrology club. Not even the ones in the Geology or Animal Science clubs came.
We set up out our tents in cheers though, honoring ourselves for being first. Then Honey said we might have gotten the directions wrong. We silenced and as we shivered, the rain fell.
It was a bad omen, Melanie whispered. If rain fell on the day the campers have just arrived, it meant misfortune. We got inside our large tent and tried to make a fire in the core. It was useless, the sticks wouldn’t burn and the sparks died quickly. We used a small heated stovetop to boil water and eat some cup noodles.
It rained all the way to the night. We couldn’t even call or search up the map or weather because there was no connection.
I guess we were never prepared. At least five other clubs would be coming and we were going to rely on each other anyway. But now there was only us. We slept early, for there was no stars to watch anyway. We each took a corner of the tent but me, who stayed in the middle.
I woke up in the tent afterwards, feeling the rain tapping the roof of the tent and the wind whistling against the walls. The tent was too dark to see anything.
“Wanda!” A voice called my name, I think it was Lin.
“Lin, what’s wrong? Can’t sleep?” I yawned.
“Wanda.” Said a serious tone. It was Melanie. “Someone has died.” That was the start of the terror only.
“What?!” I cried.
“Someone in our tent is dead.” Said Libby.
“It’s one of us.” Said Honey. I didn’t know to laugh or cry.
“You guys are joking, right?” I demanded.
“No! It’s real! We can all feel it.” Libby exclaims. “Can’t you?” And I, surprisingly, can feel it too.
Someone has died.
Was it me? I clutched my face, my head, neck, everywhere possible, then I trembled at a thought. I was in the middle. Whoever was dead can get me first. Or if I was the dead one, then…
“Hey!” I chattered. “I’m in the middle, I’m going to be the first to get caught.” Were we playing tag? It seems like the one that has died will kill another one too. “Should I go to a side?”
“No!” Cried Honey. “You won’t know if you are going to the right side or not. You might be going to the dead one’s side.”
“Who is near the exit?” I asked.
“I don’t know!”
“Me too!”
“Wasn’t it Lin?”
“It was Cassie.”
“Who?”
Everything fell silent. This was impossible, there was no Cassie here.
Suddenly Melanie started crying. “This makes no sense? Who was that? I don’t even remember who I am or if I’m dead.” She weeped.
“You’re Melanie, there is Lin, Wanda, Honey, Libby, and me.”
We counted. It made no sense, who was that person speaking?
“Are you Cassie?” Asked Libby quietly.
“Who are you?”
“Cassie’s gone.”
“What? Is that you, Lin, with your tricks?”
“No! It’s you, Honey!”
“But that wasn’t me talking!” Cried Honey.
“Okay, to make this easier, we will say our name after each time we speak.”
“Okay, Wanda. Good idea, I’m Lin”
“Wait! That wasn’t me!”
“Wait! I’m Wanda?”
“Who replied before? I’m Honey.”
“Me.”
“Who? I’m Libby.”
“I’m Wanda!” I cried.
“I’m Lin.”
“Hey! Melanie! Why aren’t you replying?”
“Who was that! You didn’t say who you are.”
“No need, I’m dead. I’m Libby.”
“I’m Libby! That’s not the real me!”
“I’m Melanie, a shadow just passed my face.”
Weeping was heard.
“Hey! If you are Melanie, who’s crying?”
“Alexandra. I’m Honey.”
“I’m Honey.”
Not another word was spoken. Whatever we said, this other person would hear.
“I’m Lin, look, at the count of three, we will all go to the middle.”
“Why?” I screamed. “I’ll be in danger.”
“But the middle is the only place we can feel and go too. And who was that?”
“Who was that?”
“Ready, one, two, thr-”
“Hey! Who’s counting?”
“Not me! Isn’t it Lin?”
Silence.
“Okay! I said. “I’m Wanda, I’ll count, ready, one, two, three, go!” As rustles were heard, I slipped around, pretending to just enter the middle. Screams were heard, and I started screaming too, to increase the confusion.
“Help!” Someone shrieked.
“Stop it! Stop!” I cried loudly. Suddenly, the flap to the tent door opened. I saw faces peering in.
“Wanda! Why are you screaming Alone in the tent?” Asked Lin as she laughed.
“Yeah! The skies are clear now.” Said Honey.
“We could watch the stars now.” Suggested Libby.
“The other campers arrived too.” Said Melanie.
I looked at the faces, then I screamed again.
@paradise sup and maybe sfk could get a couple others to help him/her so we could have a lot of stories and he/she could take a break and also EVERY ONE REPLY TO MY COMMENT PLEEASE I NEED GOOD STORIES FOR SUMMER CAMP AND DONT TELL ME CAMPFIRE STORIES CUZ THERE ARE NONE POSTED
Lets hope SFK is just on a nice vacation
._. So… no story’s right now …..
Hey, anyone miss me? *crickets* btw guys, running a website and searching for stories isn’t that easy y’know? Especially when SFK posted HUNDREDS of stories! I mean he/she needs time to look or maybe he/she is busy.
What if SFK died and we will never know because his/her family members don’t know about this website and won’t tell us and we never get amazing stories again?!?!
sfk the troll lol
Who likes bacon?
it’s been one week guys i think sfk is not feeling well or he he really busy with other crap