Scary Stories

Short scary stories for kids, teens and adults to tell in the dark. Read true ghost stories, real urban legends and short tales of horror online. These stories are perfect for telling at Halloween, at bedtime, at sleepovers or around the campfire.

Scary Stories


  • i luv this website. they have the scariest stories ever. my friend wont even listen to any more b0cuz theyre so creepy.

  • THIS WEBSITE ROCKS. The Japanese ones really creep me out. Tell Me Your Story is the best category by the way. See ya bye!!!

  • Please publish my two stories in either Creepypasta (whatever that is) or tell me your story. I love your website-and the nightmares that follow! XD I’m strange. Do you judge people by their age? I really want my stories to get published (i’m writing a novel) but I’m only 11 years old.

  • Check these two out. Totally original. I’m new to scaryforkids and I’ve loved it since I was eight…but I’m terrified by it. XD LOL. Here they are: my two little works of genius:

    Scary Stories

    Tick Tock

    A teenage girl named Rachel was sitting at her desk, doing homework, one day, when she thought she heard a peculiar noise. She stopped typing her essay, and listened. It was a soft voice, a person singing:
    Tick, tock, tick tock, I’ll be coming soon.
    Believing it was her neighbor, a gang, or her brother Derek messing with her, Rachel shrugged and returned to her homework.
    After sixteen minutes of peace and quiet, Rachel was startled to hear the calm, quiet voice, now louder, and sounding closer.
    Tick, tock, tick, tock, not much longer now.
    Rachel was a very uneasy girl. She resumed her homework – this time, listening to soothing music.
    Her brother went out to get ice cream at a nearby convenience store when Rachel heard the mocking, threatening song for the third time.
    Tick, tock, tick, tock, not much time to run.
    The girl was so frightened by now that she went out with Derek to the store. Anything to get away from the voice.
    Rachel was fishing a twenty-dollar bill out of her wallet. As she was doing this, she shuddered. The voice sent a chill down her spine.
    Tick, tock, tick, tock, you can’t hide from me.
    Tick, tock, tick, tock, almost time to bleed.
    Rachel was extremely worried.
    “Derek, do you hear something?”, she asked after the two left the shop.
    No answer. Rachel glared at him.
    “What? Seriously”, he groaned. “Don’t hear anything.”
    On their way back from the store, Derek was driving home while Rachel sat in the front seat next to him. He plugged in his headphones and turned up the music on his MP3 player.
    As a result of this, the following sequence of events occurred.
    A young woman was driving her car to the intersection where Derek, who had just gotten his license, was headed.
    However, he didn’t see her. By the time he did, it was too late.
    Derek blew through the red light, swaying his head back and forth to the music.
    Tick, tock, tick, tock, this is part of my plan.
    Tick, tock, tick, tock, that young and stupid man.
    Rachel glanced over at her stupid brother and realized the voice was referring to Derek. She shuddered.
    Suddenly, Derek saw the girl driving her car and swerved to the right –
    It was too late.
    An awful scraping noise throbbed in Rachel’s ears. A metallic CRASH! jolted Rachel to her senses.
    The car started turning, not by steering, but by force, until it flipped over and crashed, upside-down.
    Rachel was terrified. Did she dare look to her left? Her hands trembled as she looked over –
    Sure enough, Derek was dead. He was bleeding from the mouth and his neck was broken. Rachel screamed. Why hadn’t she warned him?
    She unbuckled her seatbelt and was able to get her legs out from under the dashboard. She pressed the button to open the rear door.
    It didn’t work.
    Rachel crawled through the car to the back seat. She went to the trunk and hid there in grief.
    When she heard the rustling noise, she knew she wasn’t alone.
    The filthy man next to her, eyes wide with excitement and insanity, turned his head to look at her. His evil grin made Rachel shudder.
    Then he opened his mouth and said,
    “Tick, tock, tick, tock, you’re not with us now…Time’s up.”
    The End

    Hunger Games

    It was a hot summer night, six years ago. I was playing Hunger Games with the kids on my block. The rules are very simple: You try to tag other people without getting tagged yourself, but you need a weapon in order to tag, or kill, someone. Weapons were located in a great big pile in somebody’s front yard. If you were killed, well…you died, and had to sit on the front porch in front of the weapons, or, the Cornucopia.
    I was running, panicking, through backyards, trying to stay alive. My neighbor, Lindsay, was right at my heels. He had a huge swim noodle, and I was inches away from it slapping down my back. In a fit of terror, I dove for some bushes in a nearby front yard.
    My chest and leg ached. I struggled to stay quiet as I remembered falling from the dead, crusty tree I’d been climbing to avoid Elliot killing me with his toy bow and arrow. I had gotten a huge cut, and even today, it still left its mark, serving as a reminder of what happened that night, so long ago.
    I lay down, perfectly still. I breathed through my nose to reduce the sound. A car shone its headlights in my eyes. I scuttled into a thicker area of the bush-wall that I had settled in.
    Taking in my surroundings, I realized no one was near. Sofia, Aiden, and Lissa were interlocked in a fight across the street on the other side of the block. I listened for footsteps, then sprinted into the alley, my dumbbell in hand, just in case. I was one to hide, and I never looked for a kill.
    I stepped close to the garages in the alley, clutching my weapon. I had earned it, but had had to kill Chloey in exchange for it. She was two years younger, but not an easy kill. Man, she had an attitude.
    I walked into the backyard of a house where no one lived. Most of the kids said it was haunted. I didn’t believe a word of that.
    I hid inside the garage. It was a small, musty room. The ugly green paint was peeling, revealing a sickly grey shade underneath it.
    No wonder no one lived in the place. The red brick walls were coated in green ivy. A brick was even sticking out, its edge jagged and sharp.
    Suddenly, I heard a rustle. I spun around madly, shining my flashlight.
    “Who’s there?”, I whispered. My eyes darted left and right. “Please, tell me! I won’t hurt you!”
    The voice gave a low chuckle.
    “But I might”, the man’s voice said. His voice was deep and threatening.
    I backed away.
    “Who are you?”, I stammered. My eyes were wide with fear.
    “And why would I tell you?”, the man said. The moonlight shone on him, but his black-grey cloak – jacket, I should say – concealed his face.
    He stepped closer.
    “Get away from me. If you come any closer -” I browsed through my pocket, finding what I needed – “I’ll use this!” I brandished my pocketknife.
    No reply. I ran out of the yard, faking a right, but actually stumbling to the left.
    I looked over my shoulder. There was no one behind me. I kept running –
    I screamed when I stopped. The figure was in front of me. Without thinking, without speaking, I grabbed my trusty knife –
    And slashed it across his face. Across his eye. Just one long, bloody, scarring gash across his face, reaching from his forehead, across his eye, his lips, to his chin.
    “You little – !”, he shouted, grasping blindly. He ran after me, groaning in pain and agony, chasing after me, in the dark, the moonlight forming his terrifying silhouette. It was only when he tripped over a root – the root of the tree where I had fallen – that I stopped running. A pool of blood formed. Realization came over me that he was still alive and that he’d be up and running after me soon. Without looking back, I ran out of the dark, bloody alley and back to my house. The last thing I heard before I left the alley was the man’s rasping voice:
    “I’ll be back. I will find you.”
    Ever since then, I haven’t gone near that house or the alley without my pocketknife. Six years later, I still live in terror, thinking that one day, that man will return, waiting to take his revenge on me.

  • there was a little girl named katy she had just moved to a new house. She was odd Quiet and kept to her slef. she started school all the kids made fun of her she wnet home everyday crying one day she had a enought of it! she begged and begged her mom to move back . please mom please said katy but her mom said no! but mom i miss all my old friends.

    i know sweatheart. me to. well she made a friend. her freind was named Kim. one day Katy found a crush she daydreamed all day about him his name was Kevin.he was sweet. Kim told Katy to talk to him. she said no Katy went to class all the kids sarted makeing fun of her for likeing kenvin she was mad did Kim tell everyone that night Katy wne t crazy and killed her self and her ghost killed everyonr who mad fun of her inculding kevin

  • one day i was home alone and just a lil info about my house someone hung there self in my room ya i was hearing weird nosir i got up too look in my room just as i got there all the pillows flew off my bed true story

  • ”true story”
    I was around 8 at the time I just moved to a great blue house.Later on that day we started moving in and well that went good,well for everyone else.I had lots of truble getting used to the place and this is why.I first saw it at the stairway standing there looking at me and there I was screaming it was going to get me was the only thing on my mind. i ran to my room locked the door and hid under the blankets.All of a sudenly it hit me what if I locked it after she followed me,yes she it was in fact a woman.She had a white dress on and looked old but yet still very young. there were a fuw flaws thoughy she had a horrable grin on her face.I tryed to scream she came closer the grin faded and she said to me as clearly as glass “its to late”.

  • I always come on this website, it’s my favourite, but i do get a little creeped out with the jeff the killer picture.

  • This story i am posting is real its not fake it happened to me.i can even swear on my life that all the contents of the story are true to the slightest detail.
    This story is not as exciting,but it is true.
    During my summer holidays 3 years ago i stayed at my aunties
    house in Ukraine. My aunt owns two market stalls one in the town center one 5 mins walking from her house my aunt like everyday would work in the town one while me and my cousin in the close one i was 12 then and my cousin was 13. That day i was working alone i was used to it not many people walk by about 1 person every 15 mins if lucky. That day an old woman was walking by about 90-110 years old. her eyes were either really small are just shut she was reallly wrinkly which made me think she was that old she wasent tall about 150cm.But what creeped me out about her was the big black fly sitting on her nose and her holding her hand out she was muttering something to herself. I didnt know what she wanted i asked if she wanted money she just nodded and continued muttering i gave her a very small amount of money about 10 cent in euros i gave it from my own pocket though not the shops money.
    I kept on thinking that day how creepy that woman was. I was meant go back to Ireland in a weeks time after that event.
    I never told this to anyone until now.
    My cousin 2 days later said she saw a weird woman.i didnt tell her anything about my experiece. She said that the woman just asked about the sun cream and left :P. made me feel weird if i did the right thing by giving the money.
    When i came back to Ireland after the long plane journey it was around 10pm. I was really tired but i didnt feel to good either i dont remember why but i asked if i could sleep with my mom.
    That night i had the most frightning nightmare i had in my life i only remember the end part i was a deteictive reasearching the mysterious relious cult. i was under cover in some church there at the end the priest said i will be expecting a donation of the eyes from everyone i was terrifyied i knew it was for that girl i was investigating. i started to leave then i was walking past her she looked like the girl from yhe ring except instead of eyes she had to black holes that darkness was comeing from. it was scary sight she was looking straight at me. i asked her “but you cant see me” she said back in a calm teryffing voice “now i can” and lunged at me at inhumane speed. i ran and climbed on top of a cubard in that room. i saw hand creeping up to me with long thin white fingers and woke up in the middle of the night terrified screaming.i woke up my mom she told me to say a prayer i did that but i still couldn’t go back to sleep.
    The next night the same thing happened except now the monster was possesing everyone i found out that it possesed the dog and it laughed at me in the same voice and again with the black eyes said “you found me” it attacked me and i woke.
    I told my mom. My mom is a very religoious person she said a prayer over me for an hour then the nightmares stoped.
    But i still could not control my fear of every little thing i sleepet with a night light this went on about for 3 months.then i stoped being scared.
    But this was the most frightning experince in my life.
    Hope you liked my story i now it might be a bit boring but none of it is a lie.

  • ok this a for Scaryforkids) its made as a creepypasta
    it maybe ail cheesey but hope you like it anyway
    its called: Thumb Soup
    One bright afternoon i decided to go to a restraunt for the evening.i was quite hungry i headed in,and talked to a waitress to find me a place to sit.she gave me a menu to choose my meals from,in the kitchen i heard a man scream! it made me jump, i almost fell out of my seat!
    i aksed if anything thing was wrong but the commotion finally stopped. i picked soup for my evening dinner,and shortly afterwards the dish was placed in front of me.
    i grabbed a spoon and carefully scooped up the steamy hot broth. i was about to eat when i noticed a funny looking piece of meat..hmmm maybe this was a new type of style of food the chef made? i shrugged and put it in my mouth,it tasted REALLY salty shrugged again.i chewed the thick piece of meaty substance in my mouth.then i swallowed,it trickled down hard. i took a drink and cleared my throat.i finished the meal paid after i was done and thanked the cook for a delicous meal.i went to my apartment and sat in my easy chair. i flicked on the news net and there was a report at the same restaurant i was at! i thought maybe just a weird coinsedence.but the next thing caught my attention the cook accidently cut his thumb and lost where it fell and mixed it with the food in the boiling water! then it struck me..that was the
    same pot that was cooking my SOUP!!!!!!!! i ate his THUMB!!!!! i shivered i was feeling sick now…and then i blacked out. i felt something tapp on my shoulder and it was my dog he nuzzled beside me and stayed there. i made myself promise i’ll inspect the food myself before eating or sampling it…ever…again…

  • Ok a story that just popped out of my head: unexpected love||
    I sat down and examined a note set on the counter of my kitchen.
    “Harmony, I love you so, so dearly but never get to know you. Meet my at the old cemetery by the park tomorrow at 5:00 sharp. Please my love. I want to see your beautiful face” I felt shivers come up my spine.
    This was left yesterday. Now it is 4:59. I got my coat on and took the note. Out the door. It was freezing. “God,why now?” I asked myself as I started to walk down the road to the park. I stared blankly at the cemetery next door. “Here I go” I saw a figure. “Hello?” I said and held the note out. “Did you leave this for me” seconds flew by and the figure moved slowly around. “Yes my dear Harmony. I’ve been waiting” he said. “Who are you?” I asked. Maybe it was one of those cute boys from my school. The ones that were so amazingly strong. “Collin” he stepped out of the shadows and spread a grin across his face.
    “I’ve been waiting” he said and pulled me closer. “C-Collin?” I shivered. Collin was my ex-boyfriend who killed my father. I don’t want to remember that. “Come on. Give your boyfriend as kiss” without a reply he kissed my lips. I pulled away. “Leave me alone Collin!!” I screamed and ran away. Hoping someone would hear, I ran to the park. “No where to run, Harm” everyone came and grabbed me. Pushing me to Collin.
    Sweat rolled down my neck. It was just a dream…

  • I’ve been reading this for a long time and just yesterday got an account. Like to say that these stories are awesome and I always get freaked out which is why I love them so much. Keep making these great stories. :)

  • children’s playground: I moved to a new town it was much nicer,cleaner and quiter then the one I lived at before not the sorta town you expect to have things wrong with it.There was a playground it held rows apon rows of swings and slides infested with snake like tunels that weaved in and around the playground providing children a maze to lose themselves in their games their was even a fuctioning merry go round that seemed to always be slightly turning inviting children to hitch a ride on its platform of twirls i have to emphasize the fact that it was a peacful town were kids could leave there house on there own and take part in a short journey to the park i had been given strict instructions from my parents that i should be home the second it started getting life was wonderful or so it seemed it was a friday i knew the day because i remember coming home with a big smile on my face as i knew the luxery of nonstop playing for the next two days i did as i always did i threw my school bag on my bed and changed into a diffrent pair of clothes i was ready to descend onto the world of fun nothing could stop me the tunnels were my favorite it was so easy to get lost in them playing hide in seek with my two best freinds jeremy and david we were going to play hide in seek.i wormed my way around the tunnels furiosly trying to find the perfect hiding spot david was the seeker jeremy had hidden among the merry go round i was alone in the tunnels it must have been ten minutes which for an eight year old felt like a year when i decide to do what all kids do when they get bored give up.i give up i shouted my voice echoing through the tunnels im in the tunnels i give up i said again.i heard sudden shuffling from one end of the tunnel now i dont know why but i froze still i didnt call out again i just waited somethig wasnt right david would always say something before coming into the tunnel he’d always congratulate them for being the last to be found or for cheating by hiding in the endless maze of tunnels as i stood frozen the shuffling grew louder i could tell it was starting to grow dark out side the tunnels slowly started to lose any light in them slowly but surly driving into darkness i began to slowly crawl backwards the shuffling ahead of me grew louder as if something way to big for the tunnel was trying to navigate aroung “come out its time to go home now” a very creepy voice echoed through the tunnels it sounded like a grown man there is definatly something wrong the voice wasnt from outside it was coming from inside the tunnels why would an adult crawl inside the tunnel as i was crawling further and further back the voice of an old man appeared in the darkness ahead of me.the second we made eye contact he just smiled at me i panicked crawling away fast as i could the shuffling behind me grew louder and quicker he was chasing me in the darkness of the tunnel i could make out blue and red flashing lights i heard frantic voices calling frantically david,michal,jeremy when i heard my name i instantly calmed i eased my way out of the tunnel i saw my parents i ran towards them “mom dad” i wailed crying as i ran towards them.david and jeremy were taking from the playgroung that night they were found hidden in a nearby ditch mutilated they had been brutily masacured there skulls had been smashed in there bodies had been scratched and cut every were larg pieces of glass had been buried in there bodies what gives me chills to the bone was the man who slatured my two best freinds when we made eye contact he just smiled.

  • I Love All The Stories, However The Sickle Is By Far The Mst Scary…And Btw Am New, Nt To The Stories But The Site!! So With That Being Said TRY AND SCARE ME!!!! :-)):-))

  • Hey I’m gonna also write a story here :). First message though Its not my story I dont own the copy rights I heard it from my cousin in ukrain who heard it from her friend and so on. So I dont know it mIght be real or it’s just a little story that was scary so it passed on from person to person.

    Once a family of four lived in Ukraine. Father,mother their son who was 16 and a daughter who was only 9. One day they went to a market. (in Ukraine markets are usually lots of small stalls at where people can sell their home goods or ordered goods outside)They walked past a stall where an old woman sold carpets they saw a beautiful carpet of a woman with a veil around her face she had silk clothes and two dangers in her hands she looked like she was in a dancing pose. The mother tought the carpet would be perfect for their house so they bought it.

    When they got home they placed the carpet in the living room floor. That night the father woke up in the middle of the night hearing a strange sound down stairs like someone was calling him he couldnt resist it so he went down stairs. When he got there a horrific sight stood before him he couldn’t utter a word the woman from the carpet stood in front him with such bloodthirsty eyes that he was to scared to even look away.

    The next morning the children woke up from a scream of their mother. They ran downstairs to a horrific sight the fathers limbs were cut off from his body on his face expression it looked as if he has seen something horrible. The mother stood there crying the son quickly told his sister to go to her room she did as she was told straight away he then called the police. When they arrived the ambulance got rid of the body and they questioned everyone. None of them heard anything and the mother wouldn’t stop crying during the questioning. The woman in the carpet was in the same position there wasent even blood on her daggers. The police said that it might be killer who got in through an open window in the house.They said they would have someone watch the Tom the outside during the night.

    That night the mother didn’t fall asleep neither did the son the son stated in his while the mother was on the couch down stairs crying without even taking a break. She thought why was this happening and cursing the person who did it. Again like the previous night the woman got out of the carpet and stared with her bloodthirsty eyes the mother was paralysed she stopped crying and stared at the womans eyes. The son noticed that his mother stopped crying and decided to check up on her. He got there to see the woman slowly walking twords his mother he shouted out to his mother telling her to run to scared to get near to help. The daughter heard the shouts and quickly ran out to see what was happening. She screamed out as loud as she could when she saw the woman. The brother told his sister to run to the police outside through the back door in the kitchen. She ran as fast as she could. The brother. maned up to tackle the woman just as she was about to kill his mother she got angry and started moving faster then any normal being could and doged him she quickly sliced his throught with her dagger killing him. The mother was still paralysed and she killed her next. She started cutting of the boys head when she felt the presence of the police outside she wiped her daggers at the boys shirt and went back in the carpet. The police got in to a bloody sight of the mother and sons bodies the girl was waiting outside in the police car scared stiff. They never figured out who killed them only the girl knew but no one belived her. So the case was dropped. The girl had no other relatives so she lived in an orphanage. She was never adopted because some belived that she killed her family.

    Years past she never forgot the woman from that carpet. The house was abandoned because everyone was scared of the ghosts of the people who died there the stuff were left as they were. The girl grew up and decided to find the old woman who sold the cursed carpet. She found out that she died her daughter said she was a witch and no one liked her because of that. She told her of the carpet and that she was to cut it like the woman cut her victims from limb to limb while praying she was not ment to do it during the under no circumstances and when she was done she was ment to bury each piece at least a mile away from the other.

    She did as she was told she cut the carpet from limb to limb in uneven pieces while praying all the way she put the pieces in a black plastic bag and went to bury them where she was told. When she was done she felt as if a burden was raised from her shoulders she rememberd her mother brother and father in a good way and smiled. She lived a normal she got married and had children.

    Years past a road was built where a piece of the carpet was burried. Accidents would always happen on that road at night.

    This is my first story post on this site hope you like it :D I sure did when I first heard it. :)

  • Just a Friend

    Its a about a girl who made a suicide because of her bestfriend.

    There was a two freshmen, the other one was a boy and the one was a girl. The boy of course was very handsome and smart but he didnt like girls very much, he said girls was very annoying and emotional, so he insisted to not having a girlfriend in through his highschool years. The girl was not pretty, she was very thin and has curly locks, but she was kind and smart and she doesnt like very girlish things, she despise them. The two was seated beside each other, the girl fell inlove with the boy but he controlled herself and started to act natural.
    “Hi” said the girl “My name is lois, whats yours?”
    “Uhhhmmmmm…Lambert” said the boy shyly
    “Cool name dude” said the girl and they shake each others hand.
    The two became friends through the year and the girl still felt the love for the boy. But she still control herself. The boy had many admirers whenever he walks all the girls started to fall inlove with him, but he hated those girl so much.
    The Girl wonders why the boy always shrugs him whenever girls walks by, For some reason i dont know either. But the boy seemingly tooks care for his bestfriend, whenever she cries she always patted her back. Whenever they fought the boy always says sorry first. Whenever the girl hits him he doesnt fought back.
    They had each others backs, whenever the boys admirers came the girl always say to the girl “OK. ENOUGH THIS AINT A MOVIE, GIRLS GO TO YOURE ROOMS!”. The two became friends til the end.
    Then as the freshmen year ends the girl finally told the truth to the boy that she really loves him. But the boy frowned and said “What the…Your like any of those girls , I wish we had never been friends, GET OUT OF MY FACE! I should have never trusted you GET OUT!” the boy leaves while the girl cried with pain.
    That night the boy realized that she did love the girl so much and the next day the boy got to school and would made an apology to the girl. the boy waited but the girl was missing in the class.
    The teacher came to make an announcement
    “Students I want you all to know that Our student lois Bazaar had taken her own life last night, and i want you all guys to go to the funeral.”
    the boy was in shock but he went to the funeral with all his classmates.
    As soon as he went to the grave being pulled down
    He said ” I Loved you, i really do but you were special to me that i dont want to hurt you.”
    The mother of the girl came to the boy and asked his name and the boy answered back. The mother gave an envelope to the boy, the boy opened it and it wrote:
    DEAR Lambhie,
    I may be gone when you read this, but i loved more than just a friend…Love Low”
    The boy cried for a moment and felt guilt in his stomach, but he could never bring back the friend that he had loved.

  • Hiya peeps !!! Ok this is my story……..

    It was a dark and gloomy night, owls were howlin and bats came to life.
    My friend and I decided to get a scare so we sneaked of to an old, house. As we entered the creaky door we heard a bang. Thinking that it was our imagination we carried on into the dinning room. As we eneter the dinning room we felt a unwanted presence in the room. We looked around, as we looked we felt a chill, we realised that sommet was there. Sommet was starring at us, I turned around a realised that my friend wasn’t there. Then I heard a scream. I ran out. when I got out, my friends body was hangin in the doorway. All of sudden I heard a voice” ur next!”.
    Then i ran as fast as I could. Ever since then I’ve never been near that place or any haunted houses and my friends death was never solved……..
    Hope u enjoy it and hope it gets put on the website xoxoxoxoxo

  • yayyyy i edited it XD yayyy!!!
                     True Stories

    Cynthia was a horror film fanatic.  She always watched scary movies and always got scared. 
     “Mom, he’s not gonna get me….right?” Cynthia would ask.

    “Hon, that stuff only happens in movies,” her mom would always reply. 
      One day, she was watching a particularly gruesome, terrifyingly realistic movie. Once again, she asked if she was next. “Hon, that only happens in movies, but” She was cut off by Cynthia’s cheers. “Okay, mom! Just making sure!” Cynthia hollered. She plopped down on the couch without a worry in her mind.

       The next day was completely normal for Cynthia until she was heading home. She felt like she was being watched the whole time. She turned around to see the most disturbing thing in her life. She screamed and the image faded.

      When Cynthia got home, she turned on the TV and watched yet another horror film. It was the same one as yesterday. “Ugh. Reruns,” Cynthia mumbled. She reached for the remote, but it wasn’t there. The TV wouldn’t turn off. ” Sam, where’d you put the remote!?” Cynthia yelled. 
    “Come here Cynthia! I’ll show you where I put it!” cried the high pitched voice of her little sister. “Sam, just give me the remote!”

        Cynthia called her mom on her phone. “Mom, Sam’s not listening to me! She’s being a jerk!” Cynthia screamed into the phone.
    “She shouldn’t be home yet.” said her mom, worried. Cynthia rushed upstairs into Samantha’s room.  There was a strange man sitting in the corner. He was wearing make up, fake nails, a wig, and one of her sisters dresses. “He’s coming,”
    the man said. Cynthia was extremely confused. “Don’t I look pretty?” he asked. “Dude, get out of my house!” Cynthia screamed. “You’ve been warned,” the man mumbled as he climbed out the window.
            Cynthia shook her head, trying to get rid of the image. She called her friend, Jessica. “Hey Jess. Have you seen that movie with the stalker dude?”
        ” No, I haven’t SEEN it! Only an idiot would watch it! It’s supposed to, like, tell your future. Did you watch it?” replied Jessica.
    “Oh my God,” Cynthia dropped her phone.

       The movie came back on. “No!” Cynthia yelled. She tried to walk away. She tried to stop watching, but she was being pulled in. She couldn’t look away. Every disturbing image was burned into her mind. 
     That night, Cynthia’s dreams were haunted by scenes of murder. “It’s just a stupid legend. So fake,” she would constantly remind herself. 

      Around 3:15 AM, Cynthia was awoken by the sound of her mother’s screams. Her door creaked open. A hooded figure was soon standing at her bedside. It was the man from the movie. The man in the corner. The stalker. He was there right in front of her. His lips hardly moved, but Cynthia was still able to hear his words. She was paralyzed with fear. The axe was just inches from her neck. 

      The next morning, the police arrived at the scene of the crime. Everyone in the house was dead except Samantha. She had gone missing the day before.The cops couldn’t find any evidence, but there was a blood written note on the wall in Cynthia’s room. ” There’s always the true stories…”

  • Yesterday I was reading a really scary story and I thought it was meh. That night I bought my cat to bed with me while staring at my wadrobe. LOL

  • If u havent read funny stories there is something wrong with u! They ARE THE BEST! such an awesome site. love it <3 <3 <3

  • I love how these stories aren’t scary until you go to bed. Well, at least for me… I luv them all. Keep up the good work :)

  • Lol, I’m on this site reading the scariest stories on Halloween night right now :) And I’ll be watching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre later on, I saw it as a kid and I think I remember it being scary…

  • I love this website! Scary stories rule! Scary stories give suspense leaving you wanting to write your own scary stories! * raises glass * to scary stories!!

  • I love this site, they have great stories a good way to entertain yourself, plus with families and friends! And I love the pictures ;)

  • yep some stories r really good… im trying to gather up my courage and read those japanese legends…. nah, i’ll go it when i grow up. it will be safer. :)

  • this website is cool, i guess, and some of the stories really ARE scary. but some of them r just sooooo STUPID!

  • OMG I just got scared to death!!! I read like every story here and then when i was in bed i couldn’t move cuz i was so creeped out

  • when i was 8 i got a laptop and the day of my birthday i went to scary for kids and seen the home page i i screamed and said i love this site!!!! i am 9 now

  • This is the coolest site ever! i love reading these stories in my spare time (and i have lots of spare time!)

  • I LOVE SCARY STORIES. Even though I don’t get scared. (honest). well… maybe a tiny bit!

  • I am in love with this website. I’m collecting these stories to read right before I go to bed, to my friends at sleepovers, and I love how there’s stories by actual authors. Very awesome.

  • this website is totaly AWESOME!! It has EVERYTHING i want in a website! it has games, stories, and cool videos! scaryforkids RULES!!

  • sorry i did bloody marry when i was a kid and i felt a cold chill suddenly come over me and when i looked in to the mirror i saw my reflection of my face it was wase white and i had blacknesss were my eyes were supose to be it looked like i had black hole were my eyes were supose to be.

  • This is a great website to find stories to tell around a camp fire. The scouts thank you!

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