Scary Stories

[mikey]

Here's mine, lol.

Before your home was built, there was a dark, dark, forest,
and in that dark, dark, forest, there was a dark, dark, house,
and in that dark, dark, house, there was a dark, dark, room,
and in that dark, dark room, there was a dark, dark, closet,
and in that dark, dark closet, there was a dark, dark, box,
and in that dark, dark, box, there was a....
Jellybean, so I ate it. ;D

[Skein]

I was waiting for a timed picture and a screem. I got into something once, then it ended up scaring the H.ELL out of me. plus, did you make that? I want to use it for some things.... jelly beans.... thats a good ending...

[mikey]

lol my cousin told me it.

[Skein]

read at your own risk.

one day, after school you walked home. you walked by a music
store and went in. after awhile, you go to other stores, and it gets late. finally you get to walking to your house, which is 5 miles from you.
you walk down the road, and theres alot of traffic. all going into town I guess you think but you see them have scared faces. they look at you as if your crazy going this way. but saddly you shake you head as if you thoughts what a fly.
ats you walked down the road, the cars just stop coming, and your alone, walking. you come up to your house, but something diffrent. normally, the lights are all on, music is running, and there is a car or two in the drive-way. Your House has no lights on, no cars, no music, and the front door is open.
your mind is racing with thoughts of robbers, ghosts, the other cars, and others, when you find yourself at the doorway. you see some blood from the door way going in, and around to the kitchen. you start you go in... then you hear a grone. you stiffen up, and your mind screems to run away. you step back on step...
all of the sudden your tied up at your feet, and you can move. you groning is getting louder, and you hear metal on metal, like sharping blades. dont think of that! you scream, but you continue to think things like that. finnaly, you see something in the doorway, and you freeze again. you look at the figure and its holding a white, or grey thing. a knife! yuo think and you try to move, but your stilled tied up. the thing comes closer, and it looks like hes wearing a red cape or my familys bodys! again you stiffen, and you fall to the ground.
the fugure comes closer, and a the grone from upstairs, the figure is at the door way, and out of know where, it yells "O YEA! O YEA!" and you scream. the figure comes up, and it ends up being a Kool-Ade man, and he comes up you you. "O YEA O YEA!" he yells again. the "knife was really a straw, and you were tied up on a vine. the figure groning finnaly comes down. it was your mother and it looks at the kool-Ade man. "Oh Yea?" he says, the you mother yells, "Oh no! you broke my door down, and you get me high on suger to rape me. YOU GET OUT!"

FIN

[Feather]

I walked slowly but steadily towards the glass door, I didn’t want to unveil my cover. it was an accident I made my way through the hospital with the strange name. I wanted to visit my fiancée that decided to get surgery after mysteriously disappearing and coming back half dead. The thought filled me with a dread I could not shake off, the sight of the fresh blood that soaked her to the core, that red thickness that drained her body. Her skin that was once tanned and smooth was draped with a black murky coat that weighed down on her while she had made her trip back. Her green eyes were the one that petrified, me shaking me through my bones until I swore I could cry out. Her cold body lay outside of our house that we bought together. She had been sprinting I could tell from her heavy gasping, but her body shook violently from the cold sidewalk. I staggered. What was I to do? I called her name desperately but she gave no reply, I sprinted my way to the phone to call an ambulance.

It wasn’t the usual hospital that came, but a new one that had just opened.

My love was in surgery; with a mysterious surgeon I had never a chance to properly meet. The halls of the strange hospital were dark, the lights flickering on and off. It was that day, October the 31 was it? I had encouraged our adopted son to go trick-or-treating today with his grandparents. The halls were stone empty, and dark as midnight. I lost my way through the maze of rooms and intersecting halls until I made it through my third dead-end. Except something made me stir, I turned myself around to find a glass door with a large room inside. I heard yelling as I came towards it but I was tempted by curiosity and fear to make my way closer.

The large room looked spacious though surrounded by inky blackness that my eyes could not look through. A small bulb lit the centre of the room where two curtains surrounded a wooden table blocking my view from the back of the room. A short man, with a deep tone of black skin stood behind the table, with a white lab coat wrapped around him, spectacles, and green gloves. Just then I felt paralysed, I could not believe my very own eyes that looked at the scene.

My fiancée, cold and stall, lay down unrecognizable on the wooden table covered by splotches and showers of her own blood. I don’t know how I could have recognized her. The man moved a step away from her turning his back to yell at something behind the curtains. He started yelling, a wave of rough, dry voice that burned through my ears and flesh in a way I would never imagine. His voice, like raging bulls massacring through blood. I hadn’t any idea what to do. Behind his mask he swore with all his might, but I could not make out any words that passed through his lips. I looked closer at my love, she looked like a stitched doll from my view, bare naked and covered in that thick blood that had haunted me through my dreams. The man turned, stared at her through the lenses of his spectacles.

“Wrong! Everything is wrong! Why does it keep moving!”

The man’s voice was filled with engagement and hatred throwing all emotion of his hatred through his rough convulsed voice. He took his glove protecting fists and stabbed it at her, with more and more hatred spilling and splashing through the pool of blood in her. Every time he hit her she threw back coughs and chokes throwing up blood on the floor beside her. Every time he hit her, it felt like a smash inside my stomach making the vomit swell up inside me just waiting for me to blow my cover. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t yell, why? My love would have yelled with all the power of her lungs if-. Wait, I could imagine her vocal cords hanging down from her. It made sense at least; a surgeon could possibly do that.

“They’re ugly! ALL UGLY! This one is too ugly!”

He was talking about my beautiful love. I was too scared to feel angry, too scared to think, too scared to do anything. My body shook in a way I it never had before had. This was worse then horror movies I’ve watched with her, this was scarier than anything I have ever experienced. A light thrashed on revealing something I didn’t want to see.

A large cross was hung over the table, a position angled towards me where I can see it too well. The bloodshot red was splurged drenching the wooden cross, old blood that scabbed through and dried over the body that was nailed onto it. Lead thorns carelessly smashed into the veins of the wrist where a river of vivid liquid red used to drip and spread along the dead thing. The body was naked with its baldhead drooping too low for its neck bones to manage. The large white stitches were visible to not to notice. My heart hammered painfully in my ears; I took a shaken step back my body too terrified to take another step to escape. The yelling continued and my eyes were pinned to him.
“This one is too tall!”
He spoke harshly and quickly motioning to an invisible person at the dead body. Another light smashed on making my legs almost loosen to make me collapse on the floor. The new body, almost identical to the other one, had its head dislocated from its neck being speared onto the cross. The jaw of the body hung low and far with its eyelids open and strained with veins of old blood. The blood veins, vocal chords, throat and other neck parts I was unaware about was dangled from the dead core brushed on the neck that slumped toward. This one was cut open from the chest with its stomach, heart, lungs, reproductive organs and many coloured things I didn’t even want to think about, piled on top of each other. This was too much for my eyes but the man continued yelling pointing at the body.
“This one is too fat!”
He cried with fiery and anger throbbing its way out through yelling. I wanted to close my eyes, I wanted to run, most of all I wanted to open my mouth and let all my stomach fluids out. I felt like I could frink in my pants, I was too horrified, terrified, to think at all. I wanted to get out, wake up from this horrible dream and be with my family. My lover’s body was still coughing and choking blood in her throat. I didn’t care about anything what so ever, I was just there, witnessing this madness.


“THESE ONES ARE TOO UGLY, FAT, TALL! AND SYMMETRICAL!”

The glass in front of me shook... my hazel eyes shot wide open to see yet another more gruesome body that the surgeon described as symmetrical. I could not believe this, it was beyond comprehension. The body was in the centre of the other two, facing directly towards me. It looked distorted; its jawless head had the tongue dangling from the mouth. Blood from inside the mouth trickled through the buds of the tongue landing on the stomach that rolled out from the cross coming forward. A lead thorn was pierced through the chest. Toe nails, fingernails, and nipples were missing opening a hole to let the veins and blood run out. This was too much for me to describe. I forgot about my love, I forgot about the surgeon, I forgot about where I was; I just wished it were all over. I wanted to leave, I wanted to wake up, and I wanted God to come down on me spraying rays of light opening my path away from here. I couldn’t run, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t even breathe. My goose bumps were rock solid and my throat was ready to give way to the vomit.

Suddenly, I wished it wouldn’t happen; the man turned his head towards me looking at me strangely through his spectacles. I was frozen. Nothing would make me budge. My love turned her blood soaked face towards me and gave me a hopeless, deathly stare almost forgetting who I was. Her mouth opened with streams of liquid rolling out, her eyes looked right past me. She had no energy, no thought, not even any breathe. I looked towards the man, his jaw hung open and he was frozen looking at me with complete surprise as if he had never seen any other human in his life.

“That…”

He paused, too astonished to speak. I saw his body heave a large breath before he yelled.

“That, IS THE UGLIEST CREATURE I HAVE EVER SEEN!”

He was ready to break the glass, his voice was so loud, with so much anger, and so much rage. I had never experienced anyone so mad before. The man turned his body aside, picking up something that I saw was a gun. Shooting it at me like the maddest man I have ever witnessed. The glass in front of me shattered into triangles of sharp knifes stabbing me. The silver bullets shot me, he continued shooting but I was glad it was over. I would die with my love, and I would never be haunted by this moment. I closed my eyes. Time seemed to have stopped for me. Everything around me felt like nothing. My fingers crawled towards my chest. I felt my chest draining wet liquid in a large mass I had never hoped to experience. More blood shot in rushes as I felt through until my hand was over to my heart grasping at the catholic cross chain around my neck. Silently I made a prayer in my mind. The bullets continued to stab at me with no end cutting through my body and sending fountains of blood bursting from my insides. No pain had struck me harder than this one, but I was glad it was over. It was fast. I closed my eyes tighter and felt light without the weight of my body burdening me. No more pain shot through me. I was lifted higher into the sky happy that it was over, happy that the moments of the blood wouldn’t haunt me.
I opened my eyes, I saw my lover. My fiancée waiting for me, I followed her into the timeless world of the unknown…

That’s the story, my worst nightmare. I’m glad I finally let the pain of it off me.
I can now rest in peace.

[WindFire]

Oooh. Creeepy. I like it... Now, watch me fall asleep and have nightmares. I liked the first one, I cracked up when I read it. Jellybean... XD <random> I like jellybeans. </random> The second one was... odd. I didn't get it. It was even more random than my jellybean statement. Kool-Ade man... What was that about?

[Feather]

My story xP made me too scared to even edit it...

[WindFire]

Yeah, I just re-read it for some reason which my subconscious undoubtedly knows, but I don't. And it really helps this time that I just went to a folk concert where they sang "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd".
Especially these lines...

Now underneath the shop, it's true
Where the bodies tumble through,
There lived a little widow, who
Loved Sweeney Todd the Barber.

She made her living by selling pies,
Her meat pies were a treat,
Chock full of meat and such a size
For she was getting the meat from mister

Sweeney Todd the Barber, by God he were better than the play,
Sweeney Todd the Barber, "I'll polish 'em off" he used to say.
For many a poor orphan lad
The first square meal he ever had
Was a hot meat pie made out of his dad
From Sweeney Todd the Barber

Gross, Or what? Scary story a bit late, but here's the whole ballad.

"In Fleet Street, that's in London Town
When King Charlie wore the crown,
There lived a man of great renown
'Twas Sweeney Todd the Barber.

One shave from him and you'd want no more,
You'd feel his razor sharp,
Then tumble, wallop!, through the floor
And wake up playing a harp, and singing . . .

Sweeney Todd the Barber, by God he were better than the play,
Sweeney Todd the Barber, "I'll polish 'em off" he used to say.
His clients through the floor would slope
But he had no fear of the hangman's rope
"Dead men can't talk with their mouths full of soap,"
Said Sweeney Todd the Barber.

Now underneath the shop, it's true
Where the bodies tumble through,
There lived a little widow, who
Loved Sweeney Todd the Barber.

She made her living by selling pies,
Her meat pies were a treat,
Chock full of meat and such a size
For she was getting the meat from mister

Sweeney Todd the Barber, by God he were better than the play,
Sweeney Todd the Barber, "I'll polish 'em off" he used to say.
For many a poor orphan lad
The first square meal he ever had
Was a hot meat pie made out of his dad
From Sweeney Todd the Barber

It was Saturday night in Old Sweeney Todd's shop
And the customers sat in a row.
While behind a screen Sweeney shaved some poor mug
And his sweetheart made pies down below.

Though none were aware, it were "cut prices" there,
They were rolling up in twos and threes,
And his foot got quite sore pressing knob on the floor
And his voice went from saying "Next please!"

Well in came a swell and he asked Sweeney Todd
"Just a shave and a perfumed shampoo,
For I've just got engaged." Sweeney just pressed the knob and said,
"There, now it's all fallen through."

Well a bookmaker sat with his mouthful of soap, said,
"They're all backing favourites today,
So I 'spect I'll go down," Sweeney said, "Yes you will,"
And he did, he went down straight away.

But what rotten luck, the darn trap went and stuck
For the hinge he'd forgotten to grease,
And a customer started calling out "Police!"
Just as Sweeney was shouting, "Next please!"

Yes, he ran to the door and he shouted out "Police!"
He shouted out "Police!", nine times or ten
But no policeman came, it wasn't no wonder
Police weren't invented by then.

But up came the bold Bow Street Runners (Hurrah!)
And he had to let many a pie burn
And they dragged him to Quad, and next day Sweeney Todd
Was condemned to be switched off at Tyburn.

And there on the gibbet he hangs in his chains
And they do say a little black crow
Made a sweet little nest in old Sweeney Todd's whiskers
And he sang as he swang to and fro . . .

(sung)

Sweeney Todd the Barber, by God he were better than the play,
Sweeney Todd the Barber, they buried him underneath the clay
And Old Nick calls him from his grave shouting,
'Wake up, Sweeney, I need a shave,
And Mrs Nick wants a permanent wave from Sweeney Todd the Barber.'"