Your Story

This is a collection of short scary stories

There was a brick wall that seems to move away. I walked up to that wall one day then it fell and crushed me as it will for all eternity.

One dark night I tried to fall asleep. She appeared then, but I know she won’t hurt me. Why? She already killed me.

I love my stuffed animal. He is big and long with skin too. Love him very much, but my mommy doesn’t approve. She misses daddy so I will kill her too,stuff her. Then I will have two.

My family just died. I cry all the time, I am the only one alive. they cry too, howling about how they miss me. It’s nice to hear, it takes away from the silence of the tomb.

The little girl in my class plays piano. She plays it all the time in class. She is about 5 or 6 years old. I am terrified of her. Why? The class has no piano and we are all in the sixth grade.

I cry all night. My parents ask me what’s wrong. That makes me cry harder. I don’t like to be around my parents anymore. The other kids in the orphanage stare at me. Why am I an orphan when I have parents? My parents died last week.

My brother picks on me. He says I’m not even part of the family. I cry about that. But then I realize that that’s true. I hear my family howling at the moon and snarling. But I don’t have to worry. I will change soon.

I stare at them. They are frozen in fear. They call for their parents. The parents always come, that’s when I have to disappear. But I wait for the night when their parents don’t come, that’s when I can pull them under the bed.

I am the butcher’s daughter. My dad severs the best meat in town. Where does he get this great meat? You can thank my mother and brother for that. Human meat is better than cow, for one it’s so much cleaner than cow meat. I love it when dad comes home. He always has a little piece of meat for me. I know I’m safe. he won’t hurt me, I’m his little princess.

I used to love to tan, that was until my dad did this to me. He told me it was a family tradition that has been going on for thousands of years. Yeah a family tradition I don’t want to be part of! I can’t eat garlic. Or even go to the church I used to go to when I was little. The worst part is drinking blood even though it has a nice taste to it…

The road was claimed lives for as long as it’s been there. I can’t avoid it; it’s right by the school. The teachers tell us to be careful around it. If only they knew that the road has taken them too.

After the woman committed the crime, she cleaned the knife. She wasn’t evil though. She didn’t kill anybody, but herself. Her lifeless body lie in bed as she stalked around the house.

The tall stick like figure walks around the house. When I describe him to my brother he says I’m describing slender man. Oh if only my brother knew that the figure lives inside of him, coming out of my brother’s mouth when the night strikes.

I hide her in my backpack. My parents and the police don’t know. I can’t help it, love my baby sister very much. It started when I wanted to take her to school. I opened my backpack around lunch time, and her lifeless eyes stared back at mine.

My family sheirked in terror. The poltergeist threw the lamp and anything else he could find in the large house. I dashed into the closet and a cold voice whispered into my ear. “This job gets hard you know” and pain stabbed into my lower back. “So you will do it for me!” The voice cheerfully said.

I waited for my older brother in the school hall. He said he bring me a bagel from the cafe he worked at. Just then my brother bolted into the hallway. “Here” he said shoving the oily bag at me. “You owe me” he said as he ran for the exit. After I ate the bagel,my mom called me. She spoke solemnly and told me that my brother was in a car crash on his way to work. He didn’t survive. The bagel started to feel heavy in my stomach.

The little boy loves me. I’m his best friend in the whole wide world. His parents don’t like me. They don’t like how I never go home. “Don’t you want Fangy to go home?” They ask. Fangy that’s my name. “No” the little boy would reply. “Imaginary friends have to go home sometime.” They say. But me and the boy have a plan. Tonight we kill his parents.

I hide in the tree. That’s where they can’t see you.

My dog licked my hand in the darkness. I turned to pet him,but then out of the corner of my eye I saw my dog eating out of his food bowl. Then a human arm wrapped around me.

I went camping with my friends. A figure walked around our campsite. He was tall, gray and skinny. Every night one of us goes missing. We all want to get out of there. But we can never find a way out. I am the last one.

I nibbled on a piece of meat. After I ate the little chunk I went to get more. I opened the fridge.Taking a knife I sliced a little piece of meat of my brother’s arm.

My shadow was long and thin. It was night and there was no moon.

“Taxi!” I hoisted my bag higher up on my shoulder. The taxi pulled over to me. “Thank you” the man just grunted. My ride home takes 39 minutes, we’ve been driving for hours.

“It’s scary!” My little sister insisted. I looked at the stuffed bear with the big eyes and soft fluffy fur. “It’s not scary.” “It is.” She whimpered. “Fine if you’re so scared i’ll keep it in my room.” That night the last thing I saw was fake fur.
The little girl’s parents went to check on her. They smiled when they saw their little girl hugging her teddy bear softly humming. “It was scary, but you got rid of it. Thank you beary.”

The gravedigger hummed on his way to work. An old woman named Mary just died and he was hired to bury her. When Mary was in the hole when her withered hand shot up and pulled the gravedigger six feet down. Mary got up and hummed while she worked.

I want you to be mine. On Valentine’s Day you shall be mine. You are so handsome, I love to watch you though your window at night. Like I said on Valentine’s Day you shall be mine.

I was at home finally after a day at work. but some reason my husband screamed when I turned on the tv. I was confused until I saw a plaque on the wall that read my death date.

I always hear the sound of a kid singing. it makes me tremble at the fact I don’t have a child.

The kids at my school are extremely beautiful. They all have lively glowing faces and long full hair. Maybe I’m just ugly. Rotting flesh and only having a few hairs on my head don’t sell too hot you know.

At my sleepover my friend Belle got a text from some random guy. It read “hey babe you and ur friends are looking nice tonight” We were all like you have a boyfriend!? She just turned her head and looked out my window. She screamed and turned a deathly shade of white. Outside the window was a 40 year old obese bald guy checking us out.

I went to comic con all fresh faced and extremely excited. I had 500 dollars of my parents money and I was ready to spend it all. Something wasn’t right. I felt sickly and not very well. Dashing to a mirror I saw I was zombie.

She locks the door every night to keep them out. She forgets the door can be unlocked from the other side.

The thing stalked around my room, hiding from light sources and dashing in the closet often. But when all is still and we know they are asleep the thing comes up to me and strokes my hair. I smile at my father.

In the roof, in the walls I crawl all over peeking through my little holes.

Today at school a girl in a blue jacket tripped and fell. The next day the same. As the next. She will never come to class again. But now she has a plan. Tomorrow the blue jacket will go to you.

In my backpack the creature hides. With a rotting face and no hair it can be truly feared. I stick my hand in and a warm tongue licks it then the teeth start to tear.

If you see the eyes, the eyes of insanity during the night, put your face against your pillowcase.

I sat down to eat my lunch in the school hallway. Kids ran all around and a girl sat down next to me. “Hi.” I said to her smiling. I turned my head and looked at all the crazy kids. She was gone when I looked back. So we’re all the kids. Confused I suddenly remembered that I wasn’t at school, that I was at the abandoned school where my father and his co workers were reconstructing it.

Not too long ago a murder happened in our small town. I told my daughter to be careful and be sure to lock the doors when I went out. Another murder occurred. I was frantic now. One night as I tried to settle down in my bed my daughter came into my room telling me she was scared of the murderer. I told her I was too. I Let her settle into my bed with me. During the night a knife stabbed into my side. My daughter crawled on top of me and stabbed the knife at me again.

In the windows of her house she could see the reflection of light made it so that she could see the upstairs of the house in the windows. She saw a dark shadow in one of the open doors. She was very frightened and immediately went upstairs to check it out. She looked into the room and then laughed at her silly fear. Then a shadowy figure came out and took her away. She will probably be gone for years.

A woman opened her closet to get her coat. Much to her surprise a dead body fell her when she opened the closet door. She propped it back in there. “You won’t be falling out again.” She said to the lifeless body.

There is a dark room with a mirror in my house. One night a creepy effect was made where it looked like a tall figure with glowing yellow eyes was standing in the room. I knew what made this illusion and I went to fix it. I thought the mirror was reflecting a small box that sat on a shelf and the light from the other rooms were making it look like eyes. I simply put the box on the floor and walked out. When I looked back the eyes were still there.

This story is called “Crazy Clown Lockdown”

Arnold’s alarm set off frantically, beeping rapidly. In dazed mindset he threw his hand out to hit it, hit the table a few times finally hitting the snooze button. He rolled over in bed, and got up and got ready to begin the new week at school.

When Arnold arrived at school, he went to his classes as normal. While the teacher was dragging on about multiplying and dividing fractions, Arnold raised his hand to ask to use the restroom. She motioned for him to go and he gratefully nodded back and hurried out of the room. Arnold was doing his business when a loudspeaker announcement came though. It said “We are on lockdown, turn off all the lights, and devices. The suspect is believed to have hacked our data system and they are believed to be armed and in the school.” Now Arnold was freaking out because he wasn’t done yet, and he heard footsteps coming closer. Static music seemed to be playing, and getting gradually louder. It sounded like the music that played from the ice cream man’s truck. Laughter that sounded like that of a madman’s ringed though the hallways. Arnold was literally crying as silently as he could, for he could not control his tears from coming out. He instantly felt relieved when the music drowned out from his earshot. Then shots of a gun could be heard and a scream rang out. He could the thunder of children’s footsteps stomping past the bathroom in a hurry to get out. Arnold, then pulled up his pants and ran out of the bathroom. He tripped on someone’s foot, and what he saw next left him frozen in fear on the floor, unable to move. There was a clown with a dirty white face, and a baggy clown outfit, that looked like it was rotting away. The clown was holding two balloons and gun and one hand, and on his shoulder there was the body of Arnold’s friend, Clara with several bullets holes in her head, slumped over the clown’s shoulder limply. Arnold felt his hand be grabbed and he was pulled up by a student with wide eyes and a knowing look, and she pulled him through the crowd. police sirens surrounded the school. Many parents were outside praying for their child’s life, crying and choking on their own tears. Arnold spotted his mother right away, and he ran towards her. She covered him in her arms and there they stood for what seemed like hours, just hugging each other. Arnold cried from fear and loss of his friend.. Around him he could hear police shouting to each other “He’s on the run!” But Arnold didn’t care, he thought it was all over now.

Arnold’s mother took him home. Covered him a blanket and gave him cup of hot chocolate, but he was shaking so much he couldn’t drink it without spilling or choking on and coughing it back out. The school called all the parents and left a voicemail, saying that there systems were hacked and that your child’s information could be the hands of the gunman, and that 3 students were pronounced dead, 50 injured. And that 1 student had a mental breakdown and was sent to a mental hospital. They told the parents to keep their children at home, and that they were working on recovering their data, and that parents should try to remain calm. They were told that the gunman lost most of their data, when the police hacked into his computer storage, but they couldn’t find all of it, your child’s info may be floating around in cyberspace. Arnold was crying really loudly now, and his mother assured him that his info, such as their phone number and email were recovered by the police. “They got most of the data, don’t worry.” She said. But Arnold had the sneaking suspicion that his was in the greasy hands of the clown he saw. His mother got a phone call from an unknown caller. It was just heavy breathing coming though the other end. Arnold spent most the night in his parent’s bed, and then he had to use the restroom, when he was done, out of habit he half-sleeped walked to his bedroom, pulled the covers over his body and settled in for the rest of the night. His parents went to check where he was, and just found him sleeping peacefully. “It’s late Suzie, just leave him here.” Arnold’s dad yawned talked. Around 3:00 am, Arnold had a strange dream that someone with a cold face was biting his toes, and whispered in his ear, “I know you….” Arnold awoke with a start, when the licking began. He woke up to see the clown licking his feet, and next to him was the body of Clara, she looked like her corpse had been dragged though bushes, there were twigs in her hair and skid marks on her face. Arnold you can’t blame him for what he did next, for you couldn’t blame him, as he didn’t really know what he was doing. He beat that clown, and he beat it hard. All during that he was screaming “WHERE IS YOUR SANITY!? YOU MONSTER!” Arnold was choking up tears and he threw up on the clown’s suit a little. His parents who were sleeping peacefully in bed, were suddenly awoken by the sounds of their screaming son, and the maniacal laughter of clown, as if even if he tried he could not stop laughing. The police were called and arrived as quick as they could. The neighbors had gathered around the house filled with fear. The police came in to Arnold’s room to find him beating the clown half to death. They had to pull him away and hold him back, while the other officers put the clown in cuffs. The clown was coughing up blood and looked angry at Arnold. Then in a high pitched voice the clown squealed “I’m coming for you!” And laughed like a chipmunk would. Arnold was shaking, crying, and bleeding.

Years later, Arnold had done years of psychological help, and taken lots of therapy courses. But now he was a grown man with a family. And throughout the past few weeks, he had the feeling he was being watched. He had his children stay in his room for the time being, for the feeling that something bad was going to happen was just too much.