Can YOU tell a REALLLYYY scary STORY?

Can YOU tell a REALLLYYY scary STORY??????​

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Well, I think I can.
I dunno though..
But here's mine.

MURDERER'S CAN LICK TOO!​

There once was a lady who was listening to the radio. She heard:
'There is a murderer on the loose be careful'
she told her dog:
'Lick me once if the murderer is in the neighbourhood
Lick me twice if the murderer is in the street
Lick me three times if he's in the house'
Her window was open and guess who was outside listening?

That night she felt one lick
'oh well, he's only in the neighbourhood'
She felt two licks.
'he wont come to my house'
She felt three licks. she got up and got a flashlight.
She went to the bathroom. Her dog was dead and in its blood on the wall was:
'Murderes can lick too'​

 

lol i cant tell scary storys but that was really funny

 

That story got a prize at a scary story comp!!
Lulz, it was i nthe dark and ot was all creepy.
I scared myself
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OMG my Sister told me that story once and i hid in my cupboard all night

 

How do you know I wasnt possesing your sister!?
TELL A SPOOKY STORY PEOPLEZ!!

 

Heh...I have one, may not be scary but quite sad, BTW Its a true story

EDITED Cause I want to >=P

 

Awwww Jordie...
*Huggless*​

 

does jordie need a hug?

 

"Portraits"

A few years ago, there was a hunter named Dustin. He was travelling through some dense forests in northern Washington. It was getting late, so Dustin decided to find a place to stay. After just a few minutes of searching, he found a large cabin. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was unlocked. Thinking that he'd meet the owner tomorrow, he settled into a bed.

While he was laying in bed, he couldn't sleep because of the numerous portraits around the room. They were all incredibly detailed and almost all had scathing expressions. Some looked contorted in rage, while others had looks of utmost malice. Dustin eventually drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning, he was awoken by bright sunlight. He wanted to examine all of the portraits in the light. But when he saw them, found that they weren't portraits, but they were windows.

 

FREEEEAKY!!!!!!!!!

 

i'm not good at telling stories but i'll give it a go.

one day joe's mum asked joe to go and buy some sauceages, so joe agreed and went, he walked along the graveyard since it was the way to the butchers, when he saw a open grave. suddenly a idea came to him, he walked over to the grave and took the man's fingers instead of buying the sauceages and he could use the money for sweets.

At dinner joe didn't eat anything, (well you wouldn't if you knew it was someone's fingers) his parents asked if he was okay, joe replied no and was sent to bed.

Joe suddenly woke up in the middle of the night hearing a crunching noise followed by a voice, "i know you've got my fingers joe." there was more crunches, "i'm on your street joe..." Joe shivered and ingored it. later he heard the voice again, " i'm at your house, joe." Joe sat up and turned on his light, but then settled back to sleep.

Again the voice came, "i'm on your stairs joe." followed by a light creak, Again joe ingored it and tried to fall a sleep. A few minutes later, "i'm in our sister's room joe." the voice said, Joe sat up and covered his ears... "i'm in your parents room, joe, i want my fingers back."

Joe couldn't block out the voice he sat there shivering, who is it? he kept thinking but he didn't have the courage to ask. "i'm at your door joe." the voice said, joe's fale turned pale, and slowly he turned lookiong at the door. There was the creak of the door as it opened, there in the door way was a man with no fingers and with a bloody knife in his mouth.

Creak, the floor boards went as the man slid across the floor towards joe...


I WANT MY FINGERS BACK, JOE!" the man said,

Joe was found later in the same coffin as the man.

 

Sometime during the nineteenth century in Spain lived a beautiful woman named Maria. Though she had a comfortable home and two lovely children, a boy and small girl, she was very sad. Maria's husband had died many years ago, and with her two children and very little land and money, she had faced the fact that no one would ever desire or love her again. She loved her children deeply, but they did not bring her the joy of being in love and being taken care of.

One day, while strolling along the river near her home, Maria met a tall dark man on horseback named Carlos. He was a knight with the king's army, and he was very handsome and charismatic. Soon, Maria began meeting Carlos by the river daily, carrying out a secret and wonderful love affair. Slowly Maria learned more about Carlos, and he learned more about her, except the one secret she refused to divulge:her children. She loved him deeply, and was horrified at the thought of losing him.

After a few months, Carlos asked Maria to become his wife. Though she should have been happy, she was very upset because she had never come around to telling him about her two children. She knew him well enough to know that he did not care about her land or monetary circumstances, but he wanted Maria to travel with him from place to place, and had already expressed the fact that they could not have children until much later in their lives. Still, Maria agreed, racking her brain for the answer to how she could be with the man she loved.

After a fitful night, she decided she would simply bring her children and have Carlos meet them, and what would come would come. She dressed the two in their best clothes and took them with her to the river's edge that rainy morning. When she heard the galloping of horse feet, she felt terror in her heart as she realized that her plan would never work and Carlos would not want to marry her. Without thinking, Maria grabbed her children by the backs of their necks and stuck their little heads under water. She heard their gurgles and cries, and watched their disbelieving eyes as their little faces turned blue and finally lost life. She let go of their necks and pushed their bodies into the river, watching them go upstream.

Suddenly, panting, hearing the hoovebeats come closer, Maria realized what she had just done, and began to wail uncontrollably. She was happy for the fact that she could now have Carlos forever, but she had loved her children and mourned their deaths, even for the fact that she herself took their lives.

Besides, there was nothing she could do now. What was done was done. She picked herself up of the ground and wiped her eyes, only to look up at the fuming face of Carlos.

"You lied to me. I came to your house today, your maid told me you had left for a walk with your children! Why did you not tell me? I loved you, and I would have loved your children as my own! But I cannot marry a woman filled with a head full of lies and a heart full of deceit. You will not see me again, Maria." With that, he turned and galloped away.

Maria spent the rest of that night searching the river bank for her children's bodies, but she could not find them. She was overcome with the realization of what she had done, all for naught. She never returned home that night, and her bloated body was found on the river bank two weeks later, her face twisted in agony. The bodies of the children were never found.

Some people say that Maria's soul could not rest, and she goes on searching for her children, even in the afterlife. When it is dark and stormy outside, you can hear her wail and cry. When a child hears a tapping on their window, only to look and find no one there, it's her. Keep your children close, because sometimes, when a child walks alone through the stormy streets, she may come down from the sky and snatch them up without a trace. You can hear their cries mingle with hers, and then disappear forever.

Some people say it's only the wind, but I'm not taking any chances.

 

Laurence_Fox this story is amazing. Very sad but yet amazing. The best it's been posted. I feel sorry for this poor woman. How stupid...

Now, that's a story a guy from Russia narrated me once and it's supposed to be true. It has no name and it's short but i consider it scary.

Many years ago two prisoners escaped from a prison which was in the northern part of Russia. They were famous killers and thieves and the police was after them.

After traveling for a few days the police finally located them in a small village. The two fugitives tried to escape and they run away. After a few hours and as it was getting darker, they found themselves in a nearby cemetery.

They could hear the police dogs barking as they were getting closer but the couldn't find any other place to hide so they decided to spend the night in the cemetery. As they were crossing the small bridge which was leading to the old graveyard, one of them realized that they were in the haunted by the devil cemetery that had heard of while at the village.

According to the rumours every night the cemetery is haunted by Satan. In the past, many people who had been inside and near the cemetery during the night had disappeared.

After a few moments they found themselves hiding behind a large tombstone on which was carved a statue of an angel. They sat down for a few moments listening carefully to the barkings.

After an argument the second fugitive decided to leave the cemetery. He would rather been caught by the police instead of getting killed by Satan. And so he did. The first fugitive was let alone counting the money he had stole from the village.

The second fugitive eventually was caught but when the police looked for the other man the next day in the cemetery the only thing they found was his boot next to the money pouch. No one ever saw him again.

 

THATS SO OLD!!!
x3333
Lawl, But creepppyyy in the dark.
And I heard it like.
'Joe, im up the street and I want my Liver back'
lol..

@ L_F :
:O
Thats creepy.....I feel sorry for the woman, but ahasmed at the same time..

 

I think the first one was the scariest. I cannot tell any myself due to lack of time, but I can tell that most of these would make great campfire stories. Except the first one. That deserves a Goosebumps episode.

 

There was once an escaped convict who hid in an orphanage from the police. His location was discovered by a maid and he set the place on fire. Luckily everybody was able to escape the burning inferno in time and as they watched the building burn to the ground while comforting each other the bombs which where buried under them by the convict were set off blowing them all into a million meaty flesh bits. The convict lived happily ever after ;_;

Thought of that in a second 8D

 

For the first story isn't it "humans can lick hands too" ? Well. there are many stories to that.. so yeah

 

lulz, My sister told me this story, And she said it was a murderer so I tell it as a murderer..
xDDDDDD


ANOTTHER!!

TEH BEGINING OF TEH END​

Once upon a time,

THE END!


Epic?​