Please Come

Please Come is a creepy story about a boy who receives a weird and mysterious instant message from his friend.

Please Come

A 15-year old boy in a small town in Maryland sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on and logged into an instant messaging program, and was then surprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day.

It consisted of two words; “please come”. Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he’d been absent that day. After two more messages and fifteen minutes with no response, he decided to get on his bike and head over to his classmate’s house. It was a short ride, only about five minutes away.

When he got to the house, he found the door was unlocked. Inside, partially dried blood was splattered over the walls and floors, and an unrecognizable figure was crumpled against the far wall. It was missing an arm and a leg, and bloody streaks on the floor lead away from the body and into the kitchen. The boy slammed the door closed, and immediately called 911 on his cell phone.

When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracks leading away from the house from the back door. The forensics report concluded that the entire family, the boy’s classmate and his parents, had been killed sometime the previous night.


  • The murderer sent the message to the boy so that he can kill the boy too.. Nice story

  • I think the boys friend sent it the night he died just as he was dying from blood loss, because it says the boy got the message when he got home so he must have recieved the message much earlier.

  • Am I The Only One That Watched The Video?
    Where The Fluff Did The Fourth Body Come From? o.o
    Had The Family Killed Someone First? .-.

  • It might be the ghost of the boy that sent the message or it could have been the killer trying to lure the boy to the house.

  • @Kish I have a cat he kinda has these huge eyes he is black and has green eyes…. O_O Should I be worried? :'(

  • Why, thank you, ilovefreddykrueger! I have a bit of a talent for scary stories, I am good at writing ones to scare my friends at school, and I am fairly new myself, but I have two stories posted on sfk! :)

  • OMG XxfantomfangwolfxX u r awesome!!!!!!!!
    Anyway I’m new here and I luv this website ty to everybody and their awesome story’s

  • um? i know that this website says scary for kids, but its not as friggin creepy as the other stories. I like how the writter decided on something different but it’s not exactly scary, you know?

  • Lol I luv how most of the comments aren’t evn bout the story they just bout other peoples stories. I dnt rlly red the stories in the comments. I just wait for them 2 get on the website cuz I’m sure all of ur stories are great and are goin 2 go on the website.
    Lug ya guys =o) <3

  • Guys stop spamming this place with stories please post it in the “Tell me your story” section

  • PhantomFangWolf i have nothing to say! :O It is pretty long but still its nice :D Loveeee it!

  • Oh, thanks so much Jellokitteh! I’m glad you find my stories delicious. “Really really food as always!” LOL I’m just messin’ with ya’! XD LOL I am also working on another one that I plan to post in “Tell Me Your Story.” It’s called “They’re Watching.” :)

  • @xXPhantomFangWolfXx Really really food as always! For some reason, i think this story you wrote isthe best one yet. It creeped me out! Lol im a scaredy cat.

  • Ohhh I have another story! I’m thinking of calling it “Go Away”. Here:

    Seven year old Amy Jacobs hated the new house. Nothing her parents did could get her to warm up to it. They had moved before, they moved all the time. They were constantly changing places, due to her father’s job, but she had never acted like this before.
    She wouldn’t even tell them why she disliked the house so strongly, she would just scream at them, “I hate it here! I HATE IT!” if they asked.
    Soon enough she began having trouble at school. All the other children thought she was so strange. No one would be her friend. No one would talk to her. No one would even be around her for very long.
    Then one day she came home with a blank notebook. A little black one, bound in fake leather, and pocket size. Her mother found it when she was washing her clothes.
    “What is this?” she asked Amy. “Where did you find it?”
    “I don’t know what it is, and it isn’t mine. I have no idea where it came from,” Amy insisted.
    Of course, her mother didn’t believe this. She soon began to expect that Amy had stolen it from someone.
    Every day, she would find the notebook in Amy’s clothes again, she lectured Amy on being careless, but Amy said that she hated the book, and had thrown it away, that she hated the book.
    One day her mother found a poem written inside. The handwriting was sketchy and shaky, but still readable.

    I don’t like living in this house,
    It won’t help if you lock the doors.
    The walls are creaking when I’m sleeping,
    And old, old, blood stains all the floors.
    I don’t like living in this house,
    And they are filling me with hate.
    They scream at me while I am dreaming,
    Let’s leave before it is too late.

    When she showed the poem to Amy, Amy finally admitted something. She said that she had written the poem, but not in the notebook.
    This upset her mother, and she wasn’t sure why Amy wouldn’t just tell the truth. Over the next few days, more and more started appearing in the notebook. Poems, diary entries, sketches, all about something, or someone, who was always cryptically refered to as ‘they’ or ‘it’.
    Everytime Amy was questioned, she told the same story. Yes, I wrote it, but not in the notebook. Yes, I drew it, but not in the notebook. She was becoming more and more upset, more and more angry, more and more withdrawn. She was spending more and more time in her room.
    One night, her parents decided to go out. They needed a break, they said. But they couldn’t find a baby sitter, so they decided to leave Amy by herself at home. She was smart, she was mature, it was a safe neighborhood, and they would only be gone a few hours.
    Amy clutched them every step they took towards the door.
    “Please don’t leave me! You can’t leave me! Don’t go!” she begged.
    “Sweetie, it’s going to be fine! It’s a safe neighborhood, and you can call us if there’s any trouble. We’ll be back before you know it,” her mother crooned, walking out the door.
    They had only been gone an hour or two when her father’s phone rang. It was Amy.
    “Please come home,” she said, her voice tiny and terrifyed.
    “What is it, honey? Her father asked, concerned.
    “Just please come home. Please,” she whispered, and hung up.
    They broke the speed limit all the way home, and nearly broke down the door getting inside. Amy was lying on the floor, curled up in a ball and shivering, eyes shut tight.. She was cold as ice, despite the room’s warm temperature, and she was muttering.
    “Go away. Go away. I hate you. Go away,” she chattered coldly.
    Her parents raced to her side, and suddenly her eyes snapped open. They were vacant and bloodshot.
    She stood bolt upright and backed away from her parents. She looked like she didn’t recognize them. Suddenly she crouched on one knee, hands on her head and screaming. That was when the strangest thing happened.
    The windows shattered. The lights flickered. Objects flew, and kitchen knives appeared out of nowhere and buried themselves in the wall. Laughter and screams echoed though the house, and blood dripped down the walls.
    The two terrified adults grabbed their daughter and ran out of the house, wide eyed in fear.
    They never entered the house again, instead staying in a nearby hotel. Within a week they had moved out of the house, and out of town. They told no one what had happened. Who would have believed them?
    For two, long years the house went unoccupied, until finally, someone bought it. The Smith family, with their two sons. Gregory, who was eighteen, and Jack, who was only three. They were thrilled, they had gotten the house at such a great price.
    All was going well, until they first brought their kids inside.
    “I hate it here,” said Jack.

    So, it’s pretty long, but what do you think?

  • Hope you all enjoy the killy killy time xD I mean, hope u like it ^.^
    I don’t know what to do. I am too scared to go to sleep. Its windy. And it’s chilly. I am feeling very tired after a long day at school, but unlike usual, im too afraid to go to sleep. My mom and dad is away on a business trip, and its me all alone in the house. Weird thoughts are coming into my head. I never want to switch off any lights in my house.
    something has caught my eyes. A man. A shadowy figure of a man. Yes, its real. He is standing there right at my window and he’s holding something. What is it? A knife? I feel a sweat running down my back. Maybe i should run over to my neighbour’s house. One last glance out of the window, the figure is gone. Creep wells up inside me. What should i do? There’s a knock on my door. No, im not going to open it. I take a peek out of my window. It is the man. That dark man holding a knife. Staring at the door, knocking non-stop. I took my cell phone to dial the police number, but the charge is out and it is switched off. The knocking has become louder. I have nothing else to do so i run up to my room, close the door and sit beside the bed, trembling. I am sweating all over in horror. Please don’t come, im whispering. But i hear the sound of the front door breaking. No, he’s coming. I think, closing my eyes tightly. I want to lock the door, but i can’t move. Stand up! I tell myself, as i hear footsteps coming near my room. I want mom and dad to come. I need them badly. Im scared….
    There, it creaks open. Now i hear clear footsteps. breathing. I turn my head to look. The knife is right above my head. There is a fierce grin on the man’s face. The last thing i hear is the dark, voice of his. “Young girls shouldn’t stay home alone at night.” I scream, and the world blacked out.

  • @bloodandgore24

    awww thnk yhuu im
    tryin to find more inspiration for stories…..(Dear Gods of Scaritude,bring the scariness forth!!)

  • Hmm I should wright my own story…I need an idea…Ah here we are! I’ll tell my towns story. This is a story that’s rareley told because it gives people a big fright.

    Martine was a young girl about ten years old. She was allowed to go to school as long as she was careful because there was a dark alley she had to go through. Soon later she had a freind to go with her who lived across the road to her. One day they were going through the alley when they saw a man. Suddenly Martine noticed he was holding a bloody chainsaw in his hand. “Sarah…When I count to three we run back home…one…two…three!!!!” They ran back home and told Martines mum what happened that dreadful morning. When the police investigated they found out that he was there everyday waiting to strike but the thing is no one noticed him. One week later Sara,Martines freind had died walking to the park that afternoon. After martine moved house people have noticed that the man is still standing there with Sara screaming for help.

  • Hehe, thanks Aimee? Eh, did I get the name right, i cant really remember :/
    and yep, its me THAT kish

  • Great story :)
    Kish (wait, are you THAT kish? :O) i like your story :D Cats are scary yeah xD That’s the reason i love my bunny so much xD
    Oh god your story… my hands are itching with goosebumps… :S Means,its awesome!
    Cooooooooool!!! :D

  • i have a story!!
    My friend Greg told me this story.. he just moved in a new apartment. He didn’t really like it but the price matched his budget, So he had no choice. Although it was creepy, he started to feel at home. But all of that changed because of his neighbors across the hall. Every night he kept hearing screaming and shouting. He didn’t mind at first but it happened everyday so he was quite bugged. The next day, he wanted to give them a visit. He noticed the same screaming inside so he knocked on the door and the screaming stopped.A little girl opened it. She asked what he wanted but as he was about to speak, she closed the door. Then the screaming continued. later that night while he was watching a movie, someone knocked on his door. He took a peek and a beautiful woman with a child asked for his help. He let them in and noticed that the little girl she was with is the same girl who lived in the apartment across the hall. The woman had bruises and burns all over her body. She said her husband keeps beating her up. He offered them coffee and poured it on his favorite mug. Then he called the police and told the woman to wait in his apartment. But when he came back, they were gone. He heard another knock on his door and he assumed it was the woman. He opened it expecting the woman but instead, a police stood there. He told the police what happened and the police asked the flat number of the apartment. WHen he told them, they were surprised. They said that that apartment was abandoned years ago because a murder involving a woman and her child occurred there. He was shocked. He just thanked them and they left. That same night he checked out the apartment. He found nothing there except his favorite mug lying on the floor.

  • @scary lady
    please post more stories i love them!!
    @ MrPsychokiller69
    your story is awesome!!

  • “Dad?”
    This happened when I was still young, round 6 or 7years old that time. My mom was sick during that time. She had been sick for 2 years actually with Lupus so she had to always rest in bed. My dad had a car shop and would often come home late.

    One specific night, when me and my mom were sleeping, I heard a knock on our front door. After a few seconds, I heard my dad say: “Child, please open the door.” I looked out our window, which would let me see the front yard and directly to the front door steps, and saw no one. Thinking it was my imagination, I went back to sleep.

    Just as I’m about to doze off again, I heard another knock. And again I heard my dad asking me to open the door, this time calling me by my pet name that only he calls me with. Somehow, I felt really scared of the voice. So instead of going downstairs and opening the door, I looked out the window again and same thing, no one there on our front steps.

    Getting really scared, I ran back to the bed, tried to wake up my mom. But all I could ever get is a moan and she would not budge. So I hid under the covers and closed my eyes.

    After a few minutes, the voice came again, this time not as sweet as earlier. It had the angry voice of my dad. And the knocking on the door became banging. “Son, I said opened the door!… (pet name)….come on?! Aren’t you going to open the door?!?” I was so afraid that I was shaking all over but did not budge. I just stayed under the covers, trying to block out the sounds until I fell asleep.

    The next morning, I asked my mom if she heard anything. She said no, she said she had a good sleep. And my dad? He came home right when we were having lunch, said he is sorry because he didn’t came home last night, he had to stay on overtime due to a celebrity’s car needing overhaul.

  • Nice Story… Here is a story I made up-
    The Killer Cat
    I found it in our kitchen, how it got there I do not know. The black cat with red eyes, it was so cute. It was big, not a kitten, but it seemed friendly as I patted it on the head. Just then mom walked in. I had alot of explaining to do as to how the cat got into the house but in the end my mom said we could keep it.
    The next day, however, my dad didn’t like the idea of keeping the cat “Its evil” he said “It threw me down the stairs last night by running inbetween my legs”
    “Dad” I said “You fell down the stairs because you were drunk”
    “I wasn’t drunk” he said “and if you don’t get rid of that cat soon, you will regret it”
    By the end of the day I forgot this conversation ever happened.
    Then, at night, I found my dad in my room. I switched on the light and I saw that my dad was panting and sweating, he had scratch marks all over his chest and they were bleeding none stop. “Dad, what happened?” I asked, beginning to panic.
    “That cat…” replied my dad. “that cat killed your mom!”
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I ran out of the room and ran into my parents bedroom. Sure enough, there was my mom in bed, her eyes looking into no where, her mouth curved into a silent scream. And on her stomach was the cat, Shadow, I had decided to call it.
    I almost threw up as I saw what it was doing… It was eating my mom, I could see her intestines as half of her stomach was ripped open.
    Shadow looked up at me, blood dripping from its mouth. I could have sworn it was smiling. Its eyes were really red now, and it let out a loud his and jumped off the bed running at me.
    I quickly shut the door and I heard a “thud” as it ran into the door.
    But that darn cat wasn’t going to be easy to defeat. It began to claw at the door, and in a matter of seconds there was a hole in the door. I quickly ran to my room and closed the door.
    Dad was already a step ahead of me. He opened the window and got out. “Come on” he said. I ran to the window and suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my leg. Shadow was already here, and I could feel blood dripping down my leg.
    Dad jumped back in and grabbed the cat, which let got off my leg, but instead attacked dad.
    My dad screamed “Go! Get out of here” I ran outside and on to the street. I could here dad screaming.
    Then, voila, I had a plan. I ran to my neighbour, an old friend of ours, and not bothering to ask, I ran straight to Ranger, their deadly dog, a Grey hound which was chained near the front door. I always played with the dog, so it knew me well.
    I lead the dog to my window, and I saw that I was too late, my dad’s head lay on the bed where the cat was eating the eyes whilst his body was on the ground.
    I put the dog in my room and it ran to the cat which tried to fight back but the dog was to strong for it and in a matter of seconds, it bit the cat in half, killing it instantly.
    Dad was right, he said I was going to regret keeping the cat and he got it absolutely right.
    Now I know why dogs always chase cats, they know the truth, they know what cats really are like, and now you know too…

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