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Annie was alone at her house her parents were gone for the weekend. She was a little mouse of a girl and was easily scared of anything. So staying alone in the house was a big job. She had all the lights of the house on but the trouble was the lights kept turning off and she heard footsteps all round the house. She was against coming there from the start but in the end her parents managed to talk her into it. So she gave it up and went into her room and turned on the T.V. John came into the room.” cant sleep, too?” she asked. “yep” he replied. “Are you turning the lights on and off.” ” No its not me.” “if u werent here i could never have survived this place” Dont very sis i will always be here.” Footsteps came up and they freaked out. ” I think its a burglar get in the closet and lock it from the inside I will go out and see” said john.” no johnny dont do it we can both fit in the closet” whispered annie.” ok Ok be quiet about it” . A boy walked in and said” I didnt turn the TV on, who did and mom said the lights and turning on by themselves, there must be ghosts in this house.” Annie said “we are not ghosts we live here he’s the ghost.” ” he must have meant other ghosts” replied John. This is creepy isnt it””yes, he is a ghost but he is talking like he owns the house.” The boy opened the closet and took out some clothes, both the people hiding in the closet gasped that they were invisible. Soon they found out that they were the ghosts in the house.
My story is way too lame sfk i dont think you should bother reading it.
The Lizard Boy
“Dead.” The doctor answered , as he checked the little boy’s pulse. Mr. Henson covered his face with his hands and broke down. He should’ve been careful. He walked home alone that night. I should’ve been more careful, he thought, wiping his tears.
Two days earlier, Mr. Henson and his 10 year old son had been in a car accident. He was very drunk, and drove into a running truck. Both survived the impact, but the boy, Billy, died later on.
Mr. Henson got into his house which was a little far away from the city and sat on the couch. If there was anything he could do to make Billy alive. Suddenly an idea flickered in his brain. Being an inventor he decided to make something nobody has made before. He wanted to resurrect a dead person, with which he can see Billy one more time. He went into his lab and formulated a plan. The next day, he was done. He called the hospital to bring little Billy’s body here.
“Are you sure, sir?” asked the doctor.
“I’m sure doc. It will work.” said Mr. Henson.
In a matter of hours the body arrived. Mr. Henson opened the boy’s mouth and dropped a bit of the magic mixture. In seconds, the boy began to stir.
“Billy?” Mr. Henson whispered.
“Dad?” answered back the boy.
Mr. Henson embraced the boy, and that’s when the trouble started. The mixture contained lizard DNA, and suddenly the boy began to grow into a giant gruesome green lizard. He had a deformed lizard-human face with a long scaly body. Mr. Henson backed away in fright, but the lizard trampled him to his death.
The Lizard Boy is said to be seen in dark alleys every 27th May, the death day of the boy. He sometimes stands on the middle of roads at midnight, causing car accidents.
One day, a pair of teenagers were driving at midnight when they saw a large deformed creature standing in the middle of the road. They quickly swerved the car and hit a lamppost. They both survived with serious injuries. They say that the Lizard boy was at least 10 ft tall with large beaming yellow eyes. Many had also been killed.
@SFK If you’d like to change anything, you’re most welcome. Thanks
Chosen1
“Hello! I am Lamlana Turkhortz Zaemic Zergnet Harley!”
While our new neighbor’s daughter introduced herself to me, I kept looking over the fence at Mr. Harley unpacking all the cartons, who seemed really grumpy and arrogant. I turned back to look at Lamlana, and said, “Yeah, you have a pretty big and unusual name. I like it.”
Lamlana was the same age as me. She had big blue eyes and long hazel hair. She smiled at me and blushed lightly.
“I know. My grandfather named me that. Dunno what it means though!” said Lamlana.
“Oh come over to our house! I’ll introduce you to my parents!”
I smiled and trotted over to her. We went inside her house and she introduced me to her mom, who wouldn’t have been kinder. She served us some rocky road ice cream and went back to unpacking things. I examined the house. They were a lot of guns, deer heads, skin and hunting trophies around the house. Lamlana said they are her dad’s. She hated killing animals and hunting, but her dad was the opposite. She said that she had protested him to stop hunting, but he was adamant. I guessed that he was indeed very grumpy, and from that day I was frightened of him. For many years, we were best friends.
One fine day, I went over to her house. She told me that her little sister was not here, and her dad didn’t know where she was. “Mom has gone to Italy.” Lamlana said.
“Marissa couldn’t disappear like this. Something is wrong, David.”
I went a little insane inside. I was sure her father had killed Marissa. I mean, Lamlana is perfect, but her father looks insane. Just then, her father passed us, and he looked right into my eye and grinned evilly. I assumed that he is plotting to kill us. I tried to be casual, but I became pale and made retarded noises.
“What’s wrong, Dave?” Lamlana asked me.
“N-nothing” I replied, grinning stupidly. “Okay then. I’ll go home now. I’ll come back in evening.”
I hurried out of the house and went inside the house. I felt sick in my stomach. Just then I received a call. It was Lamlana.
Lamlana: Davie you there?
Me: Yeah hello.
Lamlana: You left so early. What’s wrong?
Me: Uh, no. I just forgot some chores. I’ve finished them.
Lamlana: So fast? They must be small.
Me: Yeah they are.
Lamlana: Oh my god. No! Got to go. Talk to you later.
Me: Hello? Don’t leave! What’s wrong?!
I was terrified. She sounded scared. Something was wrong. Was it… NO! I dashed out of my room and broke into the house. There was no Lamlana. Only a huge splash of crimson blood on the wooden floor, leading to the basement. I threw up and broke into tears.
“Dave! What are you doing!” cried a voice behind me.
I swung around to see Lamlana standing there, gaping. Behind her was her father. I sheepishly stood up and said, “Lamlana? I-I thought you father killed you…”
Mr. Harley started laughing loudly. Lamlana stood there, giggling. I just sheepishly stood there, grinning nervously.
“T-then why were you scared when you were ta-talking. Whats all these blood?” I asked.
“Oh these?” Said Lamlana, still laughing, “My father killed another deer so I was a little angry! That’s all!”
It was all a misunderstanding. Her mom actually dropped Marissa at her grandma’s house, while everyone was sleeping, and I thought she was murdered. Now we are married, Lamlana still reminds me of that day when I had such a big misunderstanding.
We still laugh about it everyday.
(@SFK PLS modify it if you want to post it, because I wrote it in a hurry, and it is a little clumsy. Thanks)
Girl in The Attic
I’ve always felt something was wrong about our house. Ever since we got here, I would here a weird giggling noise behind me that sounded like a girl. I always thought it was my 11 year old sister, Janice, trying to prank me, but she always said it wasn’t her. I never believed her.
It has been a month and I have already grown sick of it. But Janice never admitted it.
One day Janice went to visit my grandma’s house. I was sitting on my couch, video chatting with my best friend, Jenn, and suddenly there was this same giggling coming from behind me. Suddenly, Jenn froze. She looked terrified, and in a shaky tone she said, “Umm, I have some work to do… So yeah…” And then she went off. I was confused. Turning around, I yelled, “Jan–” but nobody was there. Suddenly I remembered – Janice is at grandma’s place. I completely flipped out. I couldn’t scream, but all I could do was to whimper like a retarded seal.
“What’s wrong, Clara?” Called out my mom from the kitchen.
“Did- did you hear a giggling or something?”
“No. Why?”
I didn’t want to terrify her, or else she will go hysterical. I just muttered out “Just asking…”
I climbed up the stairs, thinking if all this was happening in my head. Then I suddenly had an idea; I called Jenn and asked her what was wrong when we were video chatting. She refused to tell me and hung up. She didn’t answer any more calls.
I shuddered and went into my bedroom.
I took out my books and started reading for our test tomorrow. But something was bugging me, but I shrugged my shoulders and thought no more of it. Then I realized that some of my old books are packed away at the attic, and they could help me in the test. I climbed the attic stairs and got inside. I turned on the dim light and started searching for my books. It was unusually cold and weird in the attic. Suddenly, something caught my eye.
It was a little girl.
She was standing in the corner, grinning politely and giggling. She was about the same age as me, 13 or so, and she was wearing a
I wanted to scream, but no noise came out. I was totally flipped out. I calmed myself and asked, “Who-who are you?”
“I’m Emily.” she replied in a sweet voice.
“How did you get here?”
“I lived here from long ago, until my parents killed me, right here.”
I backed away and stumbled upon a carton.
“No, no! I’m not going to hurt you! I can be your friend.”
She gave me a hand and I gripped it as I stood up. She was deathly pale and cold.
I chuckled nervously as I dusted myself. She said, “Don’t be afraid of me. I have never done anything to anyone.”
I picked up my books and headed down the stairs, and my mom walked past me, saying, “You should go and study.”. I was afraid that she would scream if she saw Emily, but she never realized Emily was here. I looked behind me, and Emily was standing there, grinning and gesturing that nobody can see her but me. I smiled and led her into my room.
To this day, I am best friends with her. I shared my room with her, and we watch TV together too. She never had an appetite, though. Since the day we met, till now, I think not all ghosts are meant to be scary and mean.
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@Scaryforkids you can change ANYTHING you want. It’s not meant to be that scary, but just a story to say that not all ghosts are scary. Many can be nice.)
(Sorry I had to post it again because I had some spelling/grammar mistakes. If I have any more, you are welcome to correct it. Thanks :)
Chosen1)
“Oh my gosh, DENICE” I went running to the next aisle to of where Denice was at, ” I just saw Klein from school” Clara said,” REALLY OMG girlfriend do i look good or nah?” ” yea you look pretty alright! maybe too pretty” I hurried up and pushed her into the aisle with the cart so she can bump into Klein’s cart. “oopss sorry my…” Klein said ” OH UMmmm HEY Denice i dint see you there” Denice said,” Im sorry about the cart accident” Klein said, “OH no thats fine just as long as your not hurt(blushes)” (Denice blushes too) Klein says ” so what are you doing here?” ( Clara comes around the aisle) ” HEY Klein” Klein says,” Oh Hey clara i haven’t seen you here, are you with Denice?” ” Yea we are having a slumber parRTY! Wanna come?..Ha Just kidding no boys allowed” Klein says,” Aww man, nah, invited or not i cant go anyway me and carter have plans for tonight anyway” I said, ” uhhmm carter? Carter walkin?” “Yea Duh what other Carter do i know?” ” Oh no just making sure haha..uhhh ha.” Klein says,” Oh HEY CARTER( waves at carter from the other side of the frozen section) over here” Clara says, ” Oh Ummm HI?” Carter says ” OH hey whats up you guys?” Denice says,” Nothing much just shopping for some sweet foods and you?” “just grabbing some candy bars for movies tonight Me, klein, Luke, Damian, and Nicole are all going” Clara and denice both said, “NICOLE” Clara said ” Why do you guys even invite her anyway” Klein said,”Because she is going out with Luke haven’t you heard?” Denice said,” NO why. I didn’t even know anything how could they possibly go out she has blue eyes and blond hair, Luke has brown eyes and black hair, she is like SO tall and luke is really short and she is so selfish and luke is so thoughtful” Denice said,”Yeah they are like the total opposites of each other.” Carter said,” well i heard the opposites are the best couples” Klein said,” I disagree TBH” Clara said,” Im not sure who to agree with but I thin……..(Stores Lights went out) Denice said,” Uhh why are the stores lights out?” Klein said,” Im not sure, this rarely happens!” Carter said,” Well maybe one of the gUUU………(someone instantly grabbed carter by the arm and just ran into the darkness) Klein said,” O god we HAVE to find carter before the movies start he is paying for all of us?” Clara said,” What the hell Klein why are you saying that don’t be so greedy, we HAVE to find him so I can go out with him one day” Klein said,” You like him” Denice said,” STOP you guys we have to find him so he can be back here with us what if he’s hurt os something! come on Lets separate so we can find carte. Well meet here once we finished roaming our part of the store area OH and we have 35 minutes OKAY not to early or late!?” They both agreed and started spreading apart until none of them could see each others shadows. Denice couldn’t find carter so she just went where they were supposed to meet at, she was scared and also she waited for at least an hour by now. She got worried so she just started looking for them. She went walking to where clara was supposed to analyze the area. *Lights turn on* Denice finally feels safe once the lights are on.” I better go look for them i bet they are playing tricks on me” Denice walks and walks until she finds something horrifying that just made her cry. She sees Both Carter and Klein sprawled on the ground with blood all over there stomachs and she feels disgust only because she see no intestines inside of them. She just started worring about clara to check what the thing have done to her. She passes by the frozen section only to see her best friend smashed into the freezers in between the 2% milk and the almond milk. She crus so much . she drowned her self in milk for her friends death. FIN
* This is a really dumb story i literally made up from the top of my head in less than 15 minutes. i was impatient so i ended it in a dumb, funny way.
SFK there’s some stuff in the witch chant that may be deemed offensve, but it’s the exact version from Macbeth, so keep in mind Shakespeare wrote that not feel free to put this in or edit it if you post it.
The Witchâ€s Revenge
For decades several generations of children always had their stories about old Agatha Hazel. It wasn’t hard as she usually wore the same black cloak and hood very day,and just sat inside her house with her black cat Lucifer. She had long white hair, and fingernails, and pointy noise with warts. Most of them said she was a witch, and had blamed her for thie disappearances of neighborhood kids over the years. One story went that a neighborhood boy who did all the chores for her showed up one Saturday afternoon to rake her leaves, she didn’t answer but the door was open and he saw a strange light coming from the basement, he looked down the stairs, and saw her brewing a cauldron, chanting some kind of magic spell. Of course, police wouldn’t believe kids stories like this. If she was seen walking around the neighborhood, which she usually did in the fall, mainly in October, kids would hum the Wicked Witch theme music as she passed. Kids did the usual mischief on Halloween, ding dong ditching her house, egging , toiletpapering it, This year however Mikey, Bobby, Ray, and Billy took it way too far. She was never home on Halloween, so they toook a rubber witch mask, put it on a wooden pole, and jammed it into her front lawn, along with a tombstone saying “Ding Dong The Witch Is Deadâ€, and went inside her house spraying the lyrics of “Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead†all over her walls. Suddenly they felt a gust of wind and Agatha Hazel came in through the window on a broom. She was wearing a pointy hat and black dress, and her skin was dark green insead of it’s usual brown wood like color. She looked at each of them once, held one arm to her chest. then fell over, thhe boys running for their lives out the front door.
A neighbor called the police after seeing “4 boys fleeing from the house†though due to their dark clothing, the neighbor didn’t identify them. The police found Agatha Hazel lying in the middle of the floor, and the paramedics pronounced her dead at the scene. This caused the kids in the neighborhood kids and Mikey, Bobby, Ray, and Billy specifically to dance on her grave singing “Ding Dong The Witch Is Deadâ€, usually on a dare. In early October the following year, two siblings moved in, a sister named named Tabitha, who Mikey thought was kind of cute, and a brother with a weird name, Nilbog. They asked them to take them to “the witch’s graveâ€, as the cemetery was located near a busy road, the boys had to check for traffic, Nilbog gave them the ok, and Billy started to cross, a speeding car then came and rammed right into Billy. “I’m sorry the driver said I didn’t see himâ€. Within the weeks leading up to Halloween, the boys had their decorations trashed, scattered all over their lawns. Stuffed scarecrows, paper ghosts and pumpkins were ripped apart, plastic skeletons disassembled, and tombstones were lying all over the place. “This is the witch, Mikey said, she’s tormenting us from beyond the graveâ€.
Mikey, Bobby, and Ray had Nilbog and Tabitha meet them outside Mikey’s on Halloween night, then headed over to the boarded up witches house, the wind blowing the dead leaves back and forth, across the street. They pried the boards off the front door and went in, it looked just as it was before, completely undisturbed. Realitors had strange things happen trying to sell the house, all kinds off accidents, and repairmen had the same problems so the bank had sealed up the house, till they could find a solution. They noticed a strange greenish glow coming from the basement, and started walking towards the open door, a giant version of Lucifer, Agatha’s black cat appeared in their path, but when they blinked and opened their eyes, he looked just like another cat, he lunged at them, everyone jumping of the way but Mikey who got scratched on the face. Mikey pushed him off, and they continued toward the basement, descending the creaky steps, at the bottom, sitting in pitch blackness sat a boiling cauldron. On the walls glowing against the eerie green liht were newspaper clipping depicting all the neighborhood kids who went missing. The door to the basement slammed shut, and Mikey, Bobby, and Ray turned to face the grinning faces of Tabitha and Linbog.
The forms of Tabitha and Linbog slowly began to change, in their place stood Agatha Hazel and a goblin. “It was I who trashed your home, the goblin said, have fun getting a taste of your own medicineâ€? The goblin asked “Dearies I was never really dead, Agatha said, I just used a spell to put me in a coma like state, of all the pranks the bratty children have played over the years, yours was by the far the worse dearies, and no child ever gets away with vandalizing my home, so Mikey still think I’m cute?â€, Agatha asked with a grin. “Now it’s time to make you pay for your crimes against me, my pretties†The boys found themselves vanishing from their spot on the floor, and reappearing inside the cauldron. Then Agatha walked over and began stirring the cauldron
Agatha:
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and howlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches’ mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin’d salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg’d i’ the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver’d in the moon’s eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar’s lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver’d by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
O well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i’ the gains;
And now about the cauldron sing,
Live elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Double, double, toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
The screams the boys were useless as that all was Agatha Hazel’s cackling over the leaves blowing in the howling wind.
Oh and thanks guys I actually posted a bunch of Christmas ones thinking SFK might get around to posting stuff, guess not. Don’t worry though my guess is it’s family stuff being the holidays or they’re doing maintenance, which is what they do on here when stories aren’t being posted regularly They fix stories that didn’t show up in Recent Post when they were made and stuff like that. They said this in a comment, on one of their newer stuff. I’ll got some winter themed stuff. I’ll try and get that posted within the week.
@Kitten Just post it here I’ll check for it @Rainbow Thanks I have some posted on here I wrote a while back “Camp Counselor” and “School Dance. and “Halloween Candy” are my favorites. I was half out and pretty tired when I wrote “office Party” but basically Matthew was killing one person, then waiting for another person to come and investigate what happened, then killing them, and the cycle continued till he chased Stephanie. The Santa in “Christmas Wish” is the same one as “Christmas Thief”, and I won’t spoil the ending to that if you didn’t read it. Go to Facebook and look up Pete LeBrun Horror Fiction, it’s a group I post all my stuff in.
A RIDDLE
Riddle for you.
Ever since we met, all you do is ignore me, you liked me at first, but when you come outside to play, you ignore and play with your other friends, you always just stare at me watching you play, but you act like I’m not even there, you made other friends like me, you gave them a house and family, but you always act like I don’t exist, and you all leave me out here while you go in your nice warm home.
f0r3v3r d4nc3 by Kitten226
Isabelle was your typical 8 year old girl. She was always smiling and never had a care in the world. But one day, she learned she had to have a care, but by then it was too late.
She was walking down the street. She saw a disc. She saw a note on the back of it but didn’t read it. She should have read it. She should have investigated the note. Eventually she made it back home, she started playing music.
It was dancing music. Isabelle couldn’t control herself. She started to dance. She struggled to stop but couldn’t. She screamed “HELP!” but the music was so loud nobody could hear her. Eventually her mom came into the room, only to find her daughter dead on the ground. Then she heard the music….
The next day there was a report of a insane woman dancing, nude, on the streets, her eyes rolled back into her head while she laugh insanely.
(This is my first story. And SFK, you are allowed to change it as much as you want, just keep the original plot.)
Red rose
Everyone thought thirteen year old Rose Foster was a little strange… When she was talking, she would sometimes stop abruptly, go silent, and walk away with her head down. Nobody ever knew why… But I did.
Ever since she could remember, Rose was being stalked by someone… Or something. Whenever she would say something risky or dumb, she could feel a dark shadow rise behind her, and a voice saying “Red rose, Red rose” It was a certainly clear message for her to shut up. Her parents thought there was something wrong with her, they brought her to doctors. The doctors always said the same thing. “She’s just shy!” The doctors didn’t know she COULDN’T talk to them. That would be risky. She had trouble making friends, if she told to much about her self that would be risky. She tried to introduce herself once… Here’s how it went.
Girl: hey! You ride my bus! Wanna be my friend!
Rose: Ya! My names rose and— (Red rose, Red rose) and— (dark shadow) I’m sorry! I have to go!
Girl: hmm… What was that about?
Sometimes the school counselor would try to get to her. Rose would anxiously try to give information discretely. But it was always there.
I’m guessing there are a few shy girls at your school.. But are they actually shy? Or is it more….
Red rose… Red rose….🌹
The Little Girl Who Wasn’t, By CupcakeKilller
I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen. There was constantly something happening. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where you put it. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was constantly terrified.
One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little girl in my bathroom. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little girl with blond curled hair and a rose-colored dress. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 1905. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn’t see her anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever.
As the years went by and things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming… darker. I started feeling like she wasn’t really a little girl. I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was presenting this sympathetic image to me. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my mind.
One day, when I was 14, I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. I hadn’t told her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn’t think she would come if I did. Right after she got there we were sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. About a minute later she walked back in with a puzzled look on her face and said “So, there’s a little girl in your bathroom”. “Um, I, yeah she hangs out in there. Blond hair?” “Curls? Pink dress? Yeah. You know that’s not really a little girl, don’t you?” I almost threw up. I was so relieved and terrified and excited and ready to run out of the house screaming. She wouldn’t use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as little as possible without pissing off my parents (who did not want to believe).
Eventually we moved out and I could not have been happier. I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I could. Then, when I was 18, I took another friend on a road trip to pack up a few things I’d left in the house (my parents hadn’t managed to sell it, and wouldn’t for 5 more years). The minute we got on the property, my friend seemed uncomfortable. When we came around the bend in the long, steep driveway, he went completely white. I could tell something was wrong, but he insisted he was OK, so we got to work. After a while he asked to use the bathroom and I directed him to mine. Not 20 seconds after he left, he came running back in, gasping for breath, and slammed the bedroom door behind him. He started babbling about a little blond girl who isn’t really a little girl. All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very solemnly said “She’s not happy. With you. You left, and you weren’t supposed to”. We threw whatever we could grab in two trips in my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waited outside the door) and got the fuck out at top speed.
The Little Girl Who Wasn’t, By CupcakeKiller
I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen. There was constantly something happening. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where you put it. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was constantly terrified.
One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little girl in my bathroom. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little girl with blond curled hair and a rose coloured dress. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 1905. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn’t see her any more but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever.
As the years went by and things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming… darker. I started feeling like she wasn’t really a little girl. I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was presenting this sympathetic image to me. Then I started thinking I was completely losing my mind.
One day, when I was 14, I had a friend from out of town come stay with me for a week. I hadn’t told her anything whatsoever about the house because I didn’t think she would come if I did. Right after she got there we were sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. About a minute later she walked back in with a puzzled look on her face and said “So, there’s a little girl in your bathroom”. “Um, I, yeah she hangs out in there. Blond hair?” “Curls? Pink dress? Yeah. You know that’s not really a little girl, don’t you?” I almost threw up. I was so relieved and terrified and excited and ready to run out of the house screaming. She wouldn’t use my bathroom the rest of the week and I started using it as little as possible without pissing off my parents (who did not want to believe).
Eventually we moved out and I could not have been happier. I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I could. Then, when I was 18, I took another friend on a road trip to pack up a few things I’d left in the house (my parents hadn’t managed to sell it, and wouldn’t for 5 more years). The minute we got on the property, my friend seemed uncomfortable. When we came around the bend in the long, steep driveway, he went completely white. I could tell something was wrong, but he insisted he was OK, so we got to work. After a while he asked to use the bathroom and I directed him to mine. Not 20 seconds after he left, he came running back in, gasping for breath, and slammed the bedroom door behind him. He started babbling about a little blond girl who isn’t really a little girl. All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very solemnly said “She’s not happy. With you. You left, and you weren’t supposed to”. We threw whatever we could grab in two trips in my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waited outside the door) and got the hell out of there at top speed.
Fatal Flaws
Det Walt: *Knocks on door, girl answers*
Maria: Hello?
Det Walt: Hello. Is this the Motter residence?
Maria: Yes, will you come in?
Det Walt: Certainly, *walks inside* are you Maria Motter?
Maria: Yes…something wrong?
Det Walt: Quite, you see Maria one of your classmates, Elouise I believe? Has been found dead, drowning.
Maria: *sobs* O-o-o-oh my g-g-goodness that’s horrible!! w-w-w-whoever killed her, deserves the electric chair!
Det Walt: Yes I know…What I was wondering Maria was… Did you know Elouise?
Maria: Yes… Y-y-yes I knew her.
Det Walt: How did you know her?
Maria: She was my best friend…I always buy her t-t-these shoes…she always lost them, s-s-she told me today that she was going to return a pair of shoes she didn’t like after school…Wrong pattern o-o-or something
Det Walt: Awfull…Maria…What color were the shoes, when you last saw her?
Maria: Black.
Det Walt: It just so happens that I have the recipt for her old shoes that she returned…
Maria: *looks at recipt* Impossible!!!!!!
Det Walt: Impossible?…I think not! Maria Motter, you are under arrest for murdering your classmate and friend, Elouise Schmidts.
How did Detective Walt find out that Maria was the killer?
(Riddle) Party Night:
The other night, I volentered to clean up the office after a large party. The office was a mess so I had my work cut out for me it was 11:15 pm when I started, I began by cleaning up the makeshift bar, putting bottles of whiskey, beer, and champaign back in the cubboard in that order starting with the whiskey in the back. I just turned off the lights and was about to leave when all of the sudden on the radio there was an emergency broadcsat:
“WARNING: THERE IS A MAN ON THE LOOSE WHO MURDERS PEOPLE WITH MACHETTES, HE IS VERY DANGEROUS! LOCK YOUR DOORS AND WINDOWS, HE WAS LAST SIGHTED NEXT TO THE ANOKA OFFICE COMPLEX!”
Frightened, I started to leave when I decided a drink would settle my nerves, I oppened the bar cubboard grabbed some beer from the front and took a swig, after I was done I turned on the lights, grabbed my coat from the chair and left.
Ever since then, I think if I stayed in that office any longer I would have lost my life, I still don’t know why…
This story is 100% true, I swear. It happened to my sister about 11 years ago in the basement of our old church.
My sister was about 12 or 13, and she and her friends were playing hide and seek in the dark.
It had been about 20 minutes, and my sister and her friend were hiding in the darkest, quietest part of the basement. They were all alone, or so they thought.
Then, they heard a soft rustling sound behind a plant. My sister, assuming it was another friend, waited a bit longer until she found them. But she didn’t.
It had been a while, and my sister decided her friend was taking too long or couldn’t find them. So she decided to investigate.
She was about to pull her friend out from behind the plant (she grabbed “her” HAND), when the friend WALKED DOWN THE STAIRS!
My sister let go of the phantom hand and that’s about it.
It still scares her to talk about it today.
@Pete
I really admire Office Party. It’s short and scary but still manages to add that stalker feel that sends shivers down your spine. I really like these stories, keep making them! Also, I am a new member and planning on making a story. When done, could you tell me how it is? I don’t care if you criticize. It’ll just help me improve.
Thank goodness for Pete since Sfk hasn’t posted anything for over a week I just come here and read your stories, but the office party it was kind of confusing the deaths were all over the place and the ending was kind of obvious.
But your Christmas wish story scared me half to death O.o
<3 your stories :)
Office Party
Like most offices do we have our annual Christmas party on the 23rd, as we’re closed for the holidays afterwords. This year was a hard one though as we suffered lay-offs. The boss laid off an entire department, including the creepy guy Matthew who was quiet and just stared at Stephanie, and angry glares at Phil, who talked to Stephanie quite frequently. They never got much work done and it made the party easier. Matthew just loitered in the bathroom, and supposedly he made a peephole to look in the ladies room We were playing “Jingle Bell Rock” and as were about to pair up for “Rocking Around The Christmas Tree” the power went out.
Phil decided to go check it out, as maintenance was off for the holidays already.. He was gone for an hour, so the boss went to the basement check on him. After another hour passed the boss didn’t come back either. Then Stephanie took a flashlight and went down to investigate. She screamed in horror when saw Phil’s electrified body thrown into the fuse box, and the boss’s decapitated head on the floor with Merry Christmas written in blood on the wall, Then she aimed her the flashlight at the corner and saw a shadow with an axe approaching. She ran back up to the top floor, and could hear the footsteps of the killer echoing on the metal tiles.
She bolted the doors and told them what happened. Trevor, the security guard was out, so they went to his desk to view what happened on camera, with ran on a portable outlet, and didn’t need the fuse box for electricity. They saw a man in a Santa suit break the doors with an axe, and smash the fuse box with it, causing the power to go out. He waited for someone to come to investigate, then killed Phil, and waited for someone else to come, then killed the boss, then waited for another person to come. Stephanie came, and they saw the man in the Santa suit, stat chasing her, he was still walking, then saw him approach the doors to the top floor, heard the axe pounding on the door. and heard the loud crack as they doors gave in to the blade of the axe, in another second the doors were in pieces. The doors gave way and the killer looked directly at Stephanie, she recognized that stare, the creepy stare of Matthew…
Gift-Wrapped
I live in an apartment in the north end of town. I have a neighborhood and motels on my side of the road, and the other side is all businesses. Every year around the holidays, usually in November, I cross the road to look at the decorations on display. I walk down the street, cross to the driveway to the the furthest store, a Lowe’s, then into Wal-Mart, then into Home Depot, then cross back to my apartment, Later on, usually mid-December I walk through the neighborhood and see all the yard displays.
This year I did the usual, walked up to Lowe’s then went into the Christmas section which took up the 3rd aisle down. It was a well needed walk, a way to get a break from my life, as I just broke up with my girlfriend, for being so jealous, obsessive, controlling etc. for talking to any female besides her. This included relatives. A little jealousy over talking to an ex, spending time with a girl you’re friends with, or feeling threatened by someone more attractive is one thing, but any female at all? One time a woman who couldn’t understand English well, asked me to help her with directions, and my girlfriend came up and shoved her to the ground, preparing to beat the lady with her own purse, before I stopped her. Attacking like she need attention from me all the time, even more attention than my own family, was more than me, or any sane person could handle. Eventually I decided enough was enough.
I had finished up with the decorations at Lowe’s, then turned and looked toward the front of the store to head out, I swore I saw my ex-girlfriend grabbing two rolls of wrapping paper, red with with Santa on it, and blue with snowmen on it. I went out by the garden entrance, and crossed the parking lot to avoid hr. Then I saw her again, I swear it was her, in Wal-Mart, by the entrance, staring at me and holding the wrapping paper. I walked down the aisle between the grocery section and retail section, and down past the pet food section, into the electronics section, and to all the way through the back of the store, and into the Christmas section and out the back door, thinking I lost her.
I went into Home Depot, and had to go past a few sliding doors before I got to the entrance, and got into the Christmas section then heard the sliding doors behind me, and it was her!!! The way they lay out their decorations, they’re in rows that has one entrance and exit, and is piled up so you can’t go back out into the aisle, so I ducked behind one before she could see me. I saw her leave finished in Home Depot, decided to go back to Wal-Mart and get another chance to look at their decorations, glad I finally lost her then headed back to my apartment. After I opened the door and walked in, I felt this light but firm blow to my head, the next thing I remember, I was bursting out of two layers of wrapping papers, and saw her looking over me. “Don”t worry, she said, you’re mine now, I have you all to myself”.
The Snowman
Molly Jefferson had lived alone ever since her husband left her. After finding out her husband had been having an affair, Molly decided she would never love again. She didn’t want to risk getting her heart broken ever again. She kept to herself and rarely left the house.
One winter, Molly woke up and saw that it was snowing hard outside. She had seen the news report about a snowstorm approaching, so she had already gone out in advance to buy groceries in preparation of bad roads. She got out of bed and started making herself breakfast.
As Molly sat at the kitchen table eating, she thought she heard someone whispering to her. But it was so faint that she couldn’t make out what it was saying. “It must be the wind.” Molly assumed. But later that day, as Molly was watching TV, she heard the whispering again. This time, she could just barely make out what the voice was whispering.
“Come to me…..”
Molly stiffened up in fear. “Stop being paranoid. It’s just in your head.” Molly assured herself. She eased back onto the sofa and went back to her show. For the rest of the day, Molly didn’t hear the whisper anymore. As the day progressed, she completely forgot about the incident. She was even able to convince herself it was just her mind playing tricks on her.
But late that night, Molly was in her bed, reading a book, when the whispering came again. This time, she was able to hear the voice as clear as day. It was like the voice was whispering right into Molly’s ear. This time, she knew it was no illusion. It was real.
“Come to me, Molly…..”
“Who are you? What do you want?” Molly shouted as she flung her book across the room in frustration. She felt like she was losing her mind.
“Come to the patio, Molly……” The voice whispered back.
Slowly, Molly got out of bed and put on her slippers. She walked down the hall and into the kitchen. She looked through the window in the back door and gasped when she saw a figure standing outside. He had his back to her, but she could see he had long white hair and was wearing a red scarf.
But oddly, instead of running away, Molly felt compelled to talk to the man. She opened the back door and stepped out onto the patio, ignoring the freezing cold. The man turned around, revealing his handsome face. When he saw Molly, he smiled at her. When he spoke, his voice was just as mysterious and calm as the whispering voice.
“I’m so glad to meet you, Molly.” With that, the man kissed Molly. His lips were cold, but they felt good on Molly’s face. She smiled at the man and took his hand.
“Come with me. I want us to be alone.” The man said. Transfixed by the man’s charm, Molly followed the man off the patio and into the snowy night.
Three weeks later, two young boys were out exploring the forest. The boys decided to play hide-and-seek, so one boy ran off while the other counted to 100. The boy ran deep into the forest to hide from his friend. When he saw the large oak tree, he saw it was the perfect place to hide. He ran around to the other side of the tree-and screamed out in horror.
Leaned up against the tree was the body of Molly Jefferson. Her skin was a pale shade of blue and her hair was covered in snow. She had frozen to death in the snow. Built in front of her was a snowman wearing a red scarf.
What was most unsettling about Molly’s body were her eyes. They were locked on the snowman, staring passionately into the snowman’s coal eyes. It was as if she had frozen to death staring at the snowman.
(I hope you like this!)
This Isn’t a Story
This is me. I’m here. I’m shifting the words that you’re reading, altering them from whatever this person wrote.
I’ve been here for awhile. For as long as you can remember, anyway. Sometimes I say your name as you’re falling asleep, or whisper urgently in your ear. Do you remember the time that I screamed, throwing panic through you and setting your heart racing?
That was fun.
You’re wondering who I am. That’s only natural. Of course, you already know.
I’m you. I’m the real you. I’m the mind that existed here before you stole my body, before you forgot about being a parasite. I’m the child who looked the wrong way, asked the wrong question, saw the wrong thing… but I’m not so little any more.
You may have forgotten me, but I’m still here. I’ve always been here.
And I’m going to get out.
(I can’t lie I didn’t write this, I found this story while searching through the Internet trying to find a scary story to read and I found this one, and I thought it would be lovey on this website and make everyone get creeped out and possibly question their selves)
Hey, my name is Darien, and my story starts here: Recently, I have been toying with the demonic realm. Anyways, I have done an invocation ritual to invoke lucifer himself ; the invocation was with a youtube video i came across while looking up demon caught on tape , so, I watched it. I really didn’t think it was real at first, the objective was to stare at a candle flame for ten minutes. After that it said in bold white letters, it read out: THE INVOCATION IS NOW COMPLETE. Now it said that it was time to finish the ritual. In the video, a man in a black robe opened a door that was in the line of sight of the camera. OHHH, was that when it got ugly; he placed a package on the table, it was a cloth-like bundle. At first I did not know what it was, but then, he took a large dagger, and with great thrust, stabbed the package. It made a noise: It was a baby! then it said when the bell rang three times, that lucifer would touch the back of my neck, and then the last ring occurred, and something from behind me hit me in the back of my neck, I still have the bruise.
Later that night, I had a terrible nightmare in which I was in a dark room and I said the phrase, TASI HEMALATASITI, and everything shook violently as some loud demonic voice kept repeating the chant, EMERIGO LOKTOR EH, and then I woke up, I was trembling , and i had a heavy feeling in my chest. I went to my church pastor, and I got a cleansing ; But, to this day, I see HIM in the mirrors Throughout my home.
O Christmas Tree
Thee was a legend that the tall pine trees in the mountains were protected by a spirit that prevented them from being cut down. Anyone who tried to do so would be punished by the spirit. But in the time of the Great Depression stories like would of course be disregarded, more often than usual, as a chance to get money would be unwise to pass up espsecially at Christmas, even though there had been multiple fatal accidents up there, but the mountains were dangerous without the legend to hold them back. Besides no one ever saw the spirit, and those who might never had a description to give as they most likely lost their lives when they angered it.
4 millers named Joe, Luke, Hank, and Ed were sent up into the mountains to cut down as many pine trees as they could, than bring them back to mill to sell as Christmas trees, were they were either chopped up to use for firewood thrown into a wood chipper or one of the other various machines at the factory. They had just started work chopping down the first tree, with Joe digging the fresh ax blade deep into the bottom, when Luke said he saw something staring at them from the top of a tree further up in the mountains. It was tall, had a blue face, and long ears, like an elf. It’s white eyes had empty dilated pupils that glared them in a sinister display of anger, and its blue claws stuck out from one arm as the other held on to the trunk.. Luke just thought Joe had been drinking too much but Hank and Ed took the hunting rifles they brought with them to protect them from wild animals and went up into the mountains after it.
Hours passed and Joe and Luke still hadn’t heard from Hank and Ed. They had cut down quite a bit of trees and needed their strong arms to load all of them into the truck at the bottom of the mountain. They had decided to load some of them now, tell the boss that Hank and Ed went missing, when they heard the gunshot of a rifle way up in the mountains. They saw a figure rushing down, as it got closer they realized it was Ed. He was out of breath by the time he reached them. He explained that as him and Hank got deeper up the mountain, a powerful blizzard came up separating him and Hank. He had been up for so long because he was looking for Henry. His gunshot was because he saw a shadow over him, at first he assumed it was Hank, but as he looked behind them there was no one, and he saw no source for the shadow, and fired in the direction of the shadow.
Joe and weren’t sure whether to believe him or not. Hank and Ed had vicious tempers ad often argued a lot. A disagreement could have taken place up there and Ed could have shot him. They decided to get Ed’s help loading the trees they cut down, then report Ed’s disappearance to their boss. The boss sent them back up with another worker, Nicholas to cut down the rest of the trees. The noticed Hank’s They hadn’t even gotten to work when they heard singing in the distance. As it got closer it sounded like someone was singing “O Christmas Tree”. Then they noticed someone in a parka walking towards them, as it got closer they realized it was Henry!!!
Ed walked up to greet him and Hank cut his head clean off!!! The others ran back to the mill, with Hank chasing them. They tried to lock him out of the mill, but he butchered every last one of them, all while singing “O Christmas Tree”. After the massacre ended, Hank stood in the center of it, gasping in horror at what he had apparently done. He tried telling the police, but they arrested him for the murder of the workers, he tried to resist, pleading his innocence, explaining the spirit had possessed him, but they shot him for resisting arrest, as he Hank lay dying a pool of blood, a huge howl came from the mountains, that almost sounded like inhuman cackling.