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Super easy poem here:
Damn neighbors’ kids keep taking my lawn chairs… 〴⋋_⋌〵
So I nailed them down to the deck ╭( ･ㅂ･)و
NOW THEY’RE SCREAMING AND THERE’S BLOOD EVERYWHERE ლ(｀∀´ლ)
Can you figure it out?
@screamoutloud Either your story is a copy of another story or SFK decided it was good and took all the credit.
Please post my “Text Messages” story. I worked really hard on it and it would be an honor to see it on this website. Xoxo, Jenn3985
The Ice Machine (Don’t think it’s not scary just because of the name!)
I looked around. I just couldn’t find the refrigerator. I just moved, and I’m trying to get use to the place. We moved into an old Victorian house. I poked my head into a doorway. “Ah ha!” I said. I walked over to the fridge, and grabbed a cup. This fridge had an ice and water machine installed in it. I pushed the ice button. Nothing came out. I looked at it puzzled. “Mom!” I yelled. “What?” She asked, coming down the stairs. “The ice machine is on the fritz.” I said, stepping aside for her to fix it. She pushed it, and ice came out. She let go, and the ice still came out. “You’re right! The ice machine is broken.”
The machine wouldn’t stop shooting ice. Then the cupboard doors started swinging open. The floorboards lifted, and settled. The curtains billowed open. Me and my mom crouched on the ground, covering our heads. “Help! What’s going on?” I said, my heart beating a million miles an hour. The rugs floated up, revealing the words “GET OUT!” written in blood, with an arrow of blood pointing up the stairs. I ran after it, and my mom followed. It lead us to my sisters room. I screamed, and my mom did too. My sister was laying on the bed, and she had been decapitated. Her head was hanging in the doorway, and on her dead corpse, read the words, “YOU’RE NEXT!” I ran screaming down the stairs, and tripped, falling down the whole way. When I got to the bottom, I ran to the kitchen, and picked up the phone. I dialed 911. I put the phone up to my ear. I looked down. The line had been cut. I realized that it was a little too quiet in here. I looked around, looking for my mom. She came in, her eyes black as cole, and said in a raspy: “GET OUT!” I screamed, and ran out the door. I never once looked back. The house was investigated, but my sister and mom couldn’t be found. I went back a few years later, for I was lonely, and was looking for something to do. The moment I walked into the house, The air went icy cold. The curtains billowed, the cupboards swung open, and the ice machine, it shot ice out, forming the words, “THIS IS A HOLY HOUSE, WE WON’T ALLOW CHILDREN OF THE DEVIL ONTO THIS PREMISES, LEAVE NOW!” A dark figure appeared, and the hood dropped. The devil stepped forward. “Welcome home, my child!” I suddenly stepped forward and embraced him. I was home at last. Home with the devil.
Thanks for reading! If you want to change it a bit, you may! Thanks! Also, if you could respond and tell me if mine was excepted, that would be great. Please consider mine. It would make the devil happy! Or else, he’ll GET YOU! Just kidding. But don’t forget to check under your bed tonight! And fix the ice machine…
This is story I made long time ago but didn’t come back to it until now and it have twist ending.
Late For School
There was a boy called Jake who was lazy and careless boy. He is always late for school everyday and would often received detention from his teachers. Nothing had changed.
One morning he woke up and realised that it was nine o’ clock and the school had already started. He jump out of his bed and quickly get dressed, clean his teeth and went out of the door without breakfast. He was annoyed that his mother did not wake him up on time as always.
On the way to school he had this weird feeling that he was being followed. He would keep looking behind him and saw no one in sight.
He had to walk to school today because the school bus left ages ago but luckily for him that he lives near enough.
The school playground was empty. He cursed to his self as everyone had already gone inside.
Suddenly he noticed why he getting the strange feeling that he being followed. Across the street was a man in black leather jacket. He was watching Jake walking to school.
Jake try to ignore him and ran into the school. He may hate that place but at least he felt safer than he was outside.
Everyone must had gone into classroom because he saw no one as he went in corridor. He knew that Mrs Brown will not be happy to see Jake being late again.
But as he got to her classroom, it was empty.
Jake was confused. Everyone should be here by nine o’clock. He decided to look for his best friend who normally hang out at the bathroom during the lesson.
As he turn the man in leather jacket was standing there. He gasped.
“You shouldn’t be here” the man said.
Jake quickly escape before he could do anything. He knew this school better than he does.
Jake could hear his heavy footsteps echoing behind him. His heart pounded like crazy from fear.
Jake went into one of the classroom and it was empty too. What is going on?
He hide under the table and start praying that the man wouldn’t find him. However, he did hear him coming.
“Please don’t let him find me” Jake whispered.
Suddenly his phone rang. It was his mother calling. Jake quickly check the door to see if the man had heard and he did not.
Jake answer the phone with tear.
“Jake?” his mother said worriedly.
“Mum! Call help. I am being followed” Jake said.
He could hear his mother frantically searching for something on the other side.
Finally she came back “Tell me where you are?”
“I am at school and this man in leather jacket had followed me into school. There was nobody in here and I am scared!” Jake whimpered.
There was long pause.
“Mum?” Jake asked, starting to get worried.
His mother reply with flat voice “What are you doing at school?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s Saturday today” she said “You shouldn’t be at school”
Suddenly Jake heard the classroom door creaked open.
My dad was lying in bed with my mom when he woke up. He saw a shadowy figure standing on the balcony staring at him with white eyes. It just stood there…. Staring at him. He lay in his bed terrified. Joon, our black dog, was right next to the door asleep as the thing put a hand on the window. Joon woke up and started barking at the figure. Benny, our white dog, woke up to the noise and started barking as well. My dad started yelling as my mom woke up and saw the figure on the balcony as she screamed as loud as she could..I woke up from the commotion and walked into the room. My parents stopped yelling and screaming as I looked at the window and said “Natalie?” My parents were freaked out because Natalie was an imaginary friend of mine. My dad immediately grabbed the dogs as he held them in the bed and stared at me. “Natalie, what do you mean?” My dad said nervously. I just stared at my dad and said “She’s standing on the balcony, don’t you see her?” My dad froze with fear as the dogs stopped barking and began whining. “What are you doing up so late Natalie?” I said as my mom stared at my dad with fear. I began to walk up to the balcony door as my mom screamed and grabbed my shirt. I felt my arms jolt in front of me as she pulled me in the bed with her. My brother was asleep the whole time as the shadowy figure made a loud angry groan then the second I blinked it was gone. My mom began crying thinking that if she hadn’t moved, she would have lost me. My dogs stopped whining and didn’t bark for the rest of the night. I slept between my mom and dad for the rest of the night. My parents put white curtains up so that if the creature comes back, they won’t seen it and so I won’t walk up to it. Sometimes I hear a tapping on the window when I sleep in mommy and daddy’s room but they tell me it’s just rain.
A few months ago, pretty recent, there was a group of friends on vacation close to the sea. This was the first time they went on vacation together, and they had great plans for it.
The group of friends had seven members. Three girls, and four boys. The girls were named Alicia, Sam and Jaynee. The boys were named Jack, Kostas, Albert and Mike. They met eachother at the primary school, and didn’t lose contact because they were great friends.
This vacation was great fun already. They went swimming in the ocean, riding around with the bikes they hired and played games when the weather wasn’t so good for once. Early in the morning, Kostas decided it would be cool to do something fun today. His idea was to go to the woods and play some fun games when there.
Everybody agreed with the idea and they decided to just go have some fun. They walked through the forest with all seven, and made some jokes and basically talked with eachother. When they came in a more open spot in the forest, they put down a carpet, and made a picknick ready, because it was already afternoon, and they were getting a little hungry. The lunch was delicious, with lots of different sorts of bread, and stuff to put on it.
After they finished the lunch, and packed their bags again, they went doing a game. The game was chair dance, but in place of chairs, you use trees. They played the game for about a quarter, and after that Jack seemed to have wandered off… He was nowhere to be found, and everybody was screaming his name after he went lost. It was a nice try, but it didn’t help a single bit. That was, when they decided to go look after him. They went in pairs of two, and went searching around the forest. When they came back on the location which was the place they were going to after an hour, they saw there was just four of them… Three of the people seemed to be lost now…
Only Kostas, Albert, Jaynee and Alicia were left now. They started to get creeped out, and felt afraid, since they had no actual idea where the rest could be. Kostas decided to go search one more time. He went to the place they played the ‘Tree dance’ game. He walked further in the forest on that spot, and saw a little ven a couple ten meters in front of him. He ran to it and saw there was something weird in the water. He thought he saw a glimpse of somekind of green thing.
He took a peak in the ven, but all he saw was himself. Thats weird, Kostas thought. After searching some more, Kostas gave up and headed back to the location they chose to come back. Nobody was there, except Alicia. ‘Where is the rest?’ Kostas asked. ‘I dont know!’ Alicia screamed, ‘They just dissapeared when i was tieing my shoelaces!’ Alicia sounded really feared right now, and Kostas was feeling really worried as well.
‘We should get out now!’ Kostas said. And as soon as he said that, they left the forest and went for their vacation house. When they arrived there, it was all silent and they went to bed immediatly. Later that night, they heard the door being opened. Kostas got out of bed and heard a super loud scream. ‘AAAHHHH!’ He ran downstairs and there were five people, Sam. Jaynee. Jack. Albert and Mike. Being scared for their lives, while Jaynee was pointing at Kostas and Alicia, sputtering: ‘M-m-mon-MONSTER!
That was the last thing Kostas heard, when he felt a harsh pain at the back of his head. He fell on the ground, and his vision slowely turned black…
A few days later, the rest of the group returned home and told the story to everyone they met. But nobody believed them… Their parents sent them to a Psycologic, but the boy and the girl named Kostas and Alicia were never to be seen again.
One day, Jane was looking in her mirror. She was about to go to a party and she was making sure she looked perfect. Her phone buzzed, signaling that the party was starting. So she whirled around to leave her room – but she noticed that her reflection was a split second behind in her action. Jane squinted, and quickly moved her hand. Again, her reflection was too slow. Jane gulped and with trembling hands took her mirror off the wall. Then, she left for the party and didn’t get back until midnight, when she fell sound asleep.
When she woke up in the morning, however, the mirror was back on her wall. Jane approached it and stared deep into the eyes of her reflection. Despite the fact that Jane wasn’t breathing, the glass fogged up. Jane reached out to write something in it, but it was fogging up from the other side. While Jane stalled, not moving at all, her reflection quickly wrote something in the condensation. It looked like it said ‘Get Ready.’
When she was getting ready for school the next morning, she noticed her reflection’s lips silently moving. Jane paused, and pressed her own lips together. Her reflection continued mouthing words, and this time it began smiling a sick grin as it slowly stopped copying Jane. Jane felt her blood run cold, and her reflection’s lips gradually started whispering the words.
“I am the only person in the world that could flawlessly replace you, Jane,” It rasped, grinning that horrible grin. “If I took you, you would be me and I would be you.”
Jane swallowed and gripped her doorknob, never taking her eyes off of her reflection, who seemed to be reaching out of the mirror. It silently stepped into Jane’s room. Jane was frozen with fear and couldn’t scream. Her reflection took the mirror off the wall and smacked Jane on the head.
When Jane came to, she was standing in her room. Except everything was on the opposite side…
A cold chill ran down Jane’s spine as, through her mirror, she saw her reflection. It was holding a bloody knife and the lifeless bodies of her parents were lying on the ground. Jane leapt through the mirror and the reflection handed her the knife. Then it stepped back into the mirror.
Jane, in her rage, broke the mirror into lots of little pieces.
When the sirens came later, they tested the knife and found Jane’s fingerprints all over it. No one else’s fingerprints were anywhere in the room. Jane tried to tell them that it was her reflection, but they just threw her in a mental hospital.
One night, Jane woke up to an eerie thumping sound. She got out of her small bed and saw a strange figure creeping towards her. The last thing Jane ever saw was a person, completely identical to her except for the fact that it looked like it was made out of little broken pieces.
Needle And Thread
Jamie Thread had been in my class since first grade. He was a nice enough boy, always smiling. But that was the weird thing about him – he was always smiling. His lips seemed scarred, and that wasn’t especially unusual considering how they were constantly stretched to the brink of ripping. Even when kids would brutally injure him, Jamie would be grinning.
So one day I was curious, and I followed him home. He would turn at the oddest corners, and whenever I would think he would stop, he kept going. Finally he veered left into a dark alley. I would have stayed, but I remembered that curiosity killed the cat. So I turned back around and was about to step into the light when a cold hand grabbed my shoulder. I screamed, but no sound came out. I whirled around, and saw two big glowing white circles. I could also just make out the wide smile of Jamie Thread.
A raspy laugh that was more of a croak came out of his mouth. It sounded like autumn leaves drifting in a breeze. Then he said something that really made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up: “I know who you are, Justin. I know how you been following me all this way. I know you’re wondering why I’m always smiling…” He paused to take a breath, and I could see his eyes glow brighter. “But there’s just one teensy little problem – I don’t wanna tell you about my life, Justin. Because it is none of your-” he twisted my shoulder and I cried out in pain. “Stinking…. business. So I thought maybe I’d teach you a little lesson…”
I heard what sounded like the striking of a match, and suddenly our faces were illuminated by the light of a small red candle. The wild gleam in Jamie’s eyes made me uneasy. I saw the glint of a needle that had come out of nowhere, and he let go of my shoulder to retrieve a spool of black thread from his pocket. Then, he gave a twisted smile and threaded the needle before shoving it in my mouth. He kept on sewing until my lips were sewn in a sick smile like his, and then he laughed a laugh that made me almost vomit. Finally he set me free.
That was three years ago. Now I am used to living the life of a sick freak. A freak that scares away his own family, and a freak that lives underneath a dock. So far, one kid has shown a kind of interest in why I am always smiling. I wait for the day that he follows me home. I already have the needle and thread…
Anna’s mom loved to sew. Her husband had taken their money and left a long time ago, so they lived in a cramped trailer. There was no room for Anna’s mom’s sewing equipment outside, so they had to be inside. Anna always volunteered for the mannequins to be kept in her own room.
One night, when the clock struck twelve, Anna was awakened by a thump in her room. Her eyes opened and darted around, and she spotted a quick movement of one of the dummy’s arms. Brushing it off as a trick of her eyes, Anna fell back asleep. But she was awakened periodically by these thumps – one at 12:00, one at 1:00, one at 2:00, and so on. Finally, at 4:00, Anna turned her light on and screamed. The mannequins were surrounding her bed, each one holding a knife. Anna kept on screaming. One of the dummies reached out and knocked her unconscious with the handle of its knife.
Anna’s mother came in the room a few minutes later, wondering what the commotion was. She arrived to find Anna propped up on her bed, knives sticking out at odd angles of her body, and a bloody hole in Anna’s window.
When I was a child, there was a store called Maxine’s Mini Antiques. It was located where I used to live. There was a mini version of everything in that store: Bicycles, dishes, computers, bags-you name it! When ever I think about it now, it sends an icy-cold chill down my spine. There was a very creepy doll who was always sitting in a corner. She had black, curly hair with a haunting expression. Her old blue nightgown and black slippers looked like they had bloodstains on them. Creepiest of all, one eye was always open, and one always closed. The doors of the antique store always creaked open and closed on their own, and pacifiers always showed up out of nowhere…
My mom is an interior decorator so she had to go to Maxine’s Mini Antiques a lot to buy models for her designs.
It all started on a blustery Friday afternoon right after school. My mom had to prepare a project for her boss that was due on Wednesday. So she had to finish up collecting her models. The store was walking distance from our house, and she took me and my sister there.
While looking at adorable mini spoons that were very colorful, I got the shock of my life. When I was finished admiring the spoons, I turned around to go back to my sister and my mom. I saw something that horrified me. Lying on the floor, was a bloody pacifier. I heard a little whiny voice screaming “mama!”
The last thing I remember before blacking out, was opening my mouth to call out.
I woke up lying on my couch with my mom and sister holding a wet washcloth on my four head. I told them what happened and asked them to call the police, but they didn’t believe me. I decided that I would have to take matters into my own hands, and show it to them.
I waited until everyone had gone to sleep, and then I picked up a flashlight and snuck out to the shop.
When I got there, the doors were locked. I exhaled in frustration after trying about fifteen different ways to open them. Then, I noticed that a window was partly broken. I thought: “Maybe the owner won’t notice if it’s broken a little more” Then I walked over to the window, took my elbow, and sent it smashing into the thin glass with a loud bang. The hole I had made was just big enough to squeeze through. I slithered into the shop and landed head-first. My elbow and my face caught on a few pieces of glass and dust. I cried out in pain as some of the glass cut my face when it hit the floor. I stood up, a little dazed, and started to look around. Eventually, I found the bloody pacifier again. I was about to pick it up, when a tiny hand snatched it out from under me. I heard a giggle. Now, I was freaking out. Suddenly, I saw some sort of figure darting upstairs with, what I thought, was the pacifier in its hand. By now, I was scared, and wanted to go home, but I needed my family to believe me. And also, if there was someone dangerous out there, they needed to be caught. So, I worked up all my courage, turned on the flashlight, grabbed the sharpest thing I could find for a weapon, and tiptoed upstairs.
As I was walking, the stairs creaked really loudly and I felt like the steps would collapse. It was pitch black when I got there and smelled like rusted metal. I had never been up here. The owner said it was off-limits. I don’t even think she had ever been up there. I heard a scuffling noise and a few giggles behind me, and whirled around to see what it was. The thing was going back downstairs. I groaned and chased after it. After staggering to the main room, out of breath, I realized the doll was sitting in a corner again. But wait… It was a different corner… Not the one it was usually in. I walked over to the doll, shaking, and reached out to touch it. Nothing happened. I breathed a sigh of relief. But… What now? Where was the bloody pacifier? I needed proof. Then I realized that the doll had it. “Were you the one that took this from me?” I asked. More like thinking aloud than actually asking her. I sat down, studying her closely. I jumped, not expecting an answer, when I heard a high-pitched voice say: “Yes.”
“What…how…” I sputtered. “I’ll just tell you what happened, ok? I was an orphan. Miz Claudiope took me under her wing. Life was good, until the murders of 1862, anniversary of the death years. They turned us into dolls, and we all just want more people like Miz Claudiope to save us. We were put in different antique stores, and I got put in this one.” She sighed. “It’s a miserable life, you see? The most fun I have… Is opening doors for people and letting them in, and hiding pacifiers for everyone to find.”
“So that was you,” I said. “Yes, that was me.”
We both were silent for a minute. “I just couldn’t let you take the pacifier home and show it to people. It would raise suspicion.” “I understand .” I said.
I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to wrap my head around what happened. Could it be real? I asked myself. Then… Something occurred to me. It was the year of 1962… Another death days anniversary…
I am actually very happy sitting in the corner of Crabdon’s Antiques with my sister. Mr. Crabdon is very kind to everyone. I think I am his favorite.
I like this story more than my last one and I hope you do too. :)
“Sibyl, remember to lock the door when we leave. And we have the key so don’t open the door to anyone,” said my mom as she and dad were leaving.
“Okay mom. Don’t worry about me. Bye,” I said.
After they left, I locked all the doors and went upstairs to my bedroom. I called my friend, Nefetity, and we talked on the phone. We talked about school, gossip, boys and other typical girl stuff.
After an hour of talking, she told me she had to go. We said our goodbyes and she hung up. It was only 9 pm so I decided to watch tv. There was nothing to watch on tv so I just decided to go to a video chatroom.
I searched for people online and I found someone called ‘itsmecynthia’. I decided to chat with her.
She logged on and she was whispering, “Please, help me. I think there’s and intruder in my house,” she said in a scared voice. “I heard footsteps going up to my room so I hid in the closet. Please call the police. I’m scared!”
“Okay. What’s your name and what’s your address?” I asked.
She told me her name was Cynthia. She gave me her address. I was surprised that she gave me my own address.
Suddenly, I heard a sound coming from my closet. I got a little freaked out. I went towards my closet. Cynthia was still online. She looked really scared.
I walked closer to my closet. The closer I got,the more she flinched and looked nervous. She was crying. I felt sorry for her.
I slowly opened my closet and I found…. NOTHING. Cynthia logged off and I was really puzzled and scared. I called my parents and begged them to come home.
When they reached home, I immediately told them what happened. My mom thought I was being ridiculous but dad believed me.
The next day, my dad asked the neighbours about the history of the house. They said a few years before weird in, there was a family of three who lived there. Their only daughter was murdered by an intruder while her parents were out.
Her name was Cynthia…..
“Goodnight honey, would you like me to read you a bedtime story?” Asked Julia’s mother
“Yes please.” Responded Julia
“There once was a beautiful princess she lived in a tall castle, one day a prince was exploring when he found her, the girl had VERY long hair you see so the prince said Let down your hair and I’ll save you. She did he climbed up grabbed her and they slid down the very long hair then she yanked it back the prince took her to a barbers and got her hair cut to a regular height and after months and months of begging the Princess finally said yes to the prince and they got married and lived happily ever after The end.”
“That was a great story mommy. Dodo liked it to.”
“Who’s Dodo?” asked Julia’s mother
“Him.” Julia pointed to the corner but the mother couldn’t see anything it was dark over there the only light in the room was the nightlight and a small flashlight the mother had for reading, figuring it was just an imaginary friend she kissed her daughter’s forehead and said “I think Dodo liked it also”
“Goodnight mommy.” said Julia pleased but she was kinda scared and asked her mother to stay there with her until she fell asleep her mom said ok and stayed there. After a little bit her daughter fell asleep and the mother went to her own bed with her husband. she thought Why was julia so scared? it’s probably just a phase. As the mother wa drifting to sleep she heard shuffling she couldn’t tell where it was coming from and guessed it was just her husband. Then she heard something fall that came from her daughters room she woke up her husband and they both dashed into the room. “AHHHHH” Julia screamed as she saw “Dodo” emerge from the corner. The mother thought it was a imaginary friend but it was a man that got in earlier and was hiding in the corner until the mother left and saw that he was grabbing a knife and trying to kill the kid she stopped him grabbed Julia and they ran outside, called the police and they came just as the killer was coming downstairs.
So again I’m going to submit until I’m out of ideas
Isabelle was at the carnival with her friends Lindsey, Ann, Mei, Taiga, Sakura, and Nichole. One of her friends, Lindsey, decided she wanted to get her fortune told. Everyone agreed.
Ann was the first to get her fortune told. When she walked out of the stand her face was pale. Taiga decided she wanted to go next because she thought it was funny. Taiga walked out and said “make in rain on me!!! Imma be a rich ass mofo!” Sakura was very shy but after minutes of talking, we convinced her to go in. She came out bushing. When we asked her what the fortune teller said, she replied “the lady said that Aidan is going to ask me out on valentines day. He will bring me roses and a big box of chocolates. The only bad thing she said is ‘if you don’t take care of him properly he will die’ or something like that.”
After Lindsey and Nichole, Isabelle went. When she walked into the tent the room was covered in rugs and velvet. The only light in the room was the ball on the table and it was glowing purple. She sat down on the blue velvet pillow on the floor next to the short Japanese style table. “What would you like?” The lady said, “Palm Reading or a fortune?” It took Isabelle a while but she said fortune. The lady gave Isabelle a cup of water and told her to put 3 things in it. One lock of hair. One fingernail, and spit. Isabelle put all three things into the cup and gave it to the lady. She went pale.
Isabelle asked her what she saw. It took the lady about four minutes to reply. “You’ll have good fortune if you do what I say. If you don’t you will have bad lick for the rest of your life. First, don’t go home tonight. When you get to your friends house be sure to lock the basement door. Don’t go into the basement until morning. Don’t walk to school until the 17th. And lastly Do.Not.Answer.The.Door to anyone. If you follow all these rules until the 17th you will live a long happy life with the ones you love. If you don’t you will die.”
Isabelle followed all of the rules the fortune teller gave to her. On the 18th the cops told her that a mental patient the escaped the asylum was stalking her. They had caught the man in her backyard and arrested him. If Isabelle didn’t do what the fortune teller told her to do, she would have died.
(If you can, please edit this. I won’t mind because it’s probably crappy anyways)
So this is one of my first times doing this so it would be cool if this gets posted
I love it when the rain Is pouring while I’m walking home. I can cry and be sad all I was and no one will notice. A few year back I remember when I walked home I ran into a little girl. She was very sweet and she always wore a blue tattered dress.
Whenever I saw her it would rain. Whenever I asked her why it always rained when she was here she said the rain was her downfall. I was too little to know what that meant so I kept playing with her.
One day I saw the little girl but something was different about her. I asked her what was wrong but all she said was her daddy is taking her away. I never met her daddy but I would complain to my mom to try to convince her daddy to stay but my mom would always laugh it off.
Now that I’m older I brought up the little girl in the blue tattered dress to my mom. My mom told me that when I was little I had a friend that died. She said I was too young and didn’t really get over her death. She told me one day that I had said that the little girl in the blue tattered dress told me I was going to die, all alone, in the rain.
I was creeped out because the little girl never told me how she died and most of the time she didn’t even talk.
I walked home from school today. I saw the little girl in the blue tattered dress. She told me today I’m going to die and be with her forever.
I got scared and started running. It was raining and I couldn’t see where I was going. Then a car hit me.
I guess the rain was my downfall too.
Let me tell you a mystery i wrote about the guy living in apartment 6b and from this you can try to induce what kind of person i am. “Who?” someone might ask. The guy from 6B, everyone. You probably dont know him. But, i assure you he knows you. From his peephole accross the hallway, he watched you every morning as you left for work, every time you left for the gym, and waited every afternoon until you returned home.That anonymous call that you occasionally get? you called the cops however they said that they couldnt help with these cases and you worry. Then you receive those mysterious flowers you get once a week and you believe it to be a completely different person. And you get that special feeling t from wondering if someone likes you? Well the good news he likes you, he always liked you. He at first kept quiet, watching you from the corner of his eye satisfied by simply the sight of you. However monts passed and he saw your boyfriends come and go, thinking “what made them so special.” Something suddenly snapped he couldnt manage from just your site and he became much more…. possesive. He deciced to confront you as you went out do your laudnry down starts. He followed, you being totally unaware since you never met him. He followed you to the back. Locked the door, and slowly approached as you were putting your blouse into the washing machine. The next second you felt a damp towel cover your mouth, then all fades to black. He played around with you until he heard knocking on the door. Confused and afraid, he grabbed you and tossed you into a dryer. By the time antyone open the door half an hour later, the only sound that could be heard was that of a working dryer and and swishing liquids and the smell of fresh blood. By the time anyone opened the door, the guy from apartment 6B had did what he was always good at… he dissappeared.
This story is called Rainbows.
There once was a beautiful girl named olivia. Olivia had a red shirt, an orange backpack, yellow hair, green shoes, and lovely blue eyes. Olivia simply loved to play outside. One day, she was playing outside when she saw a rainbow. But the rainbow… wasn’t rainbow! It was black and grey and white. Olivia shrugged it off. It was most likely to be her overactive imagination.
In the kitchen, Olivia’s mother heard a bloodcurdling scream. She ran outside to see her little girl dead on the floor, with all of the color in her gone. As Olivia’s mother cried, she looked up. In the sky, there was a very colorful rainbow.
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In 1984,there lived a widowed lady by herself who was completely immobile and was bound to her wheelchair. Ever since the death of her husband, she needed the help of a maid who came by the house daily to help the lady with everyday tasks. What made her job even more difficult, was the fact that the two floors of the house were only connected by an old staircase when the widow needed to go upstairs the maid would have to carry her frail body like an infant to the extra wheelchair kept up there one day the police had received a call from the lady there had been a murder.
Since police units were scarce at the time, and the murderer had long fled the scene only one detective was sent out to investigate the murder. She arrived to see the maids body sprawled out on the floor with multiple stab wounds on her body it had looked as though the murderer had missed many times before finally killing the maid she made sure to note this down in her notebook “are you the police” a sickly voice said from upstairs said the detective looked up to where the voice came from at the edge of the stairs the widowed lady looked down at the detective while sitting in her wheel chair seeing the lady was trapped upstairs during the murder the detective quickly ruled her out as a suspect it was similar to when her husband died she was trapped upstairs when he was suffocated on the couch he questioned her a bit but the detective found her unhelpful and continued with her investigation downstairs finding nothing downstairs she decided that upstairs might have some clues the lady protested a bit but finally gave in the detective searched every room in the house but could not find any clues about the murder as she was leaving the last room she stopped dead n her tracks she realized something a detail so minor it was overlooked in the investigation of her husband’s death
There was no phone upstairs
The detective heard a noise from the hall with her gone drawn she rushed out there only to find an empty wheelchair
There was a couple, years ago that moved in a new house they had a new born baby , The mother really didn’t like the area to raise a child but she did like the house
it was on the corner. The mother really didnt like how there was two abandoned houses next to hers, then theres a house that looks really small and theres an old man
sitting on his porch reading the news paper,The next house after him are taken but there was nobody outside, Accross the street was a forest. The mother stayed home all day and watched the baby, while the husband went to work all day he woke up at 6:00 am and came back at 11:00pm so really she was alone most of the time.One day the mother was downstairs in the living room while her baby was upstairs in his room asleep, the mother was thinking about what to write about on her next book because she was a writer. Looking outside the window she then turns around and looks at the stair she hears footsteps in her babys room. First she told her self it was maybe mice, Just then she hears it again but this time louder,she races upstairs to find her baby crying. Picking up the baby she rocks him to sleep, as she was rocking him she closed the babys window.The baby is sound asleep and she puts him down in his crib, she ran down stairs gets her notebooks goes back into the babys room and sits in a the corner in a chair. The mother soon finds her self coming up with ideas just as she was writing she heard a noise downstairs a loud sound, she had no idea what it was, she went down stairs. When she looked around she saw the wall there was a scratch on the wall she had no idea what had made it, scared she grabbed the house phone and runs upstairs to her babys room, locking the door behind her. Grabbing the baby she sits on the floor and calls her husband, no answer, she calls again , while it was dialing she heard click it was the phone from the kitchen she stays quite as she can she hears nothing from the other end of the line. Hanging up she receive a call it was her husband.
Mother: “THERES SOMEONE IN THE HOUSE !! COME QUICK !!”
She hangs up the phone without letting her husband say a word, She sits in her babys room with the door lock without realizing it an hour had passed by she didnt realize it, because the whole time she was rocking her baby frighting out of her mind, she keeps repeating
” I love you, baby i will never let anybody hurt you.”
Lost in her thoughts she came back to reality and she remembers her husband was suppose to be home a long time ago, She gets up and puts the baby in his bed and kisses him and tell him
” Mommy loves you, ill be right back.”
The mother steps out the room with the phone in her hand, locking the babys door with a key, As shes walking down the stair she dialed her husbands phone, But then she gets terrified when she hears her husbands phone ringing , it was coming from the kitchen, As she walks towards the kitchen she feels uneasy, she gets a cold sweat,she could feel her heart beating fast, she reaches out and pushes open the door and she dropped the phone , she is looking at her husbands dead body on the floor, he was laying on the ground on his stomach in a big bloody mess he was stabbed in the back of the had about 30 times, his back was sliced down the middle it was open and you could see his spine. Running up the stairs with tear in her eyes she takes out the key and she is shaking, she can barely get the key in the door, But when she does she goes to pick up her baby just to find out he was missing she starts screaming from the top of her lungs while searching the room then she noticed the window open. Somebody ended up calling the police when they arrived at her house they found the poor woman crying in her babys room holding his blanket in the corner rocking her self repeating
” MY BABY, MY BABY.” As police got closer she pulled out a gun from under the blanket, she pointed the gun to her head, and pulled the trigger.
The police search for the baby for months they never found him or no trace who had taken him, Till one day a doctor, his wife and his four year old daughter were looking at a house that was for sale, when they looked inside the doctors wife , took some sticks away from her daughter, The doctor then says, wait a minute, he takes a long look at the sticks and then his eyes grew wide open, “this is human baby bones!” They ran out and called the police. The police had three questions they couldnt answer. One why didnt the mother call the police ? Why didnt she use the gun ? The biggest main question was why was the missing baby found in the old mans house two houses down? The police told the public that they had solved the case of the missing baby. Then they announced the killer, they said they couldnt put him in jail where he belonged because he passed away. Weeks later a random woman comes to the police station and tells the police that guy, that killed the baby was her father. The reason all that was left of the baby, was the bones was because he was a cannibal. Before he passed away he sent me a video, it was very disturbing but in the video he cut the baby up while it was alive, he cut him open in half then he started pulling out his intestines and its liver , heart and everything else, he got ALL the meat out. It was horrible watching someone being skinned alive, and its heart breaking hearing a baby scream as loud as it can , to not making a sound.
My second story.
I have a secret,the only one who knows its is my best friend, Leah. Leah said my daddy is going to leave me tomorrow.I asked my daddy if he would ever leave me.He said no. The next morning my daddy was gone and his bed was empty. I looked everywhere,but all I found was two small drops of ketchup on the floor before his closet. Mommy cried all night, when I asked her if she would play with Leah and I she told me to shut up, mommy doesn’t think Leah is real. Mrs. Gavin says Leah isn’t real and if I talk about Leah she will put me in the time out corner. Leah doesn’t like Mrs.Gavin she told me Mrs. Gavin would quit. The next day at school we had a new teacher. She likes Leah and even asked if I could draw her a picture of Leah. Leah spent the rest of the day posing. Mommy said she doesn’t like me talking about Leah, she said Leah is stupid and she made her cry.Lily said mommy would leave too. I don’t want mommy to go,but I like playing with Leah. Mommy was gone this morning. I cried. Leah said we should go to her garden. I followed her to our secret path. It lead to my well, the one my grandmother had built for me before she died.I opened the well and looked inside at my secret. I remember when Leah was loved by everyone, everyone could see her then. If only she hadn’t found out my secret everyone would still love her. Leah told me my new teacher Miss Hadley would quit too. I didn’t want her to have to quit, but she saw me dragging my mother’s body into my secret well. Do you know my secret too?
This is my first story. I’m 11
I can’t sleep. How can I? Not after I’ve seen it.
I see things in dreams. I see what happens tomorrow. And I’ve just the fright of my life. You see, I sometimes dream that my friends are going to have an argument, or that I’ll get a A+ my maths exam. And it always comes true.I see these things in my dreams. And now, I’ve realised I wish I never had this talent. This is what I saw:
Gunshots woke me up. 3 of them. Then silence. Then another 3. I thought it was firework night, after all, It was the 1st of November, I saw it on my calendar. But then, I heard a creaking noise, coming from downstairs, and my cat yowled. I thought he had just managed to get out of the kitchen, and was walking up the stairs. I wasn’t worried.
But the footsteps were too loud to be a cat’s, louder than a person’s almost! I tried to get back to sleep, but I couldn’t, and when I opened my eyes I saw a shadow, no person, just a shadow with extremely long feet. I blinked, thinking I was seeing things, but when I opened my eyes again, I saw him. The Clown. His eyes peering round my door, staring at me. I was scared then, but made myself still think I was seeing things, but then he was standing in the doorway, fully dressed as a clown, staring blankly at me. I ducked underneath my duvet, paralysed with fear. I drew up the courage sit up, and hoped He wouldn’t be there. He was. Standing above me, holding a knife. He then whispered: ‘Goodbye Ella’ and it went back. I was dead.
I’m paralysed. I can’t move, I’m so scared. He appears in all my dreams, but today I’m waiting. It’s the 1st of November. Wait … is that fireworks or gun shots …
She was perfect. Tall, pink skin, and deep brown eyes; with such glossy black curls in her hair. She was truly perfect. He stood, waiting by the tree they were going to meet by, going over what he was going to say. He had left so many notes, each with a small fake rose. This was the last note he had left, telling her to meet him. He was such a romantic. He had only known her a few months, much shorter than the last girls, and he was already doing his routine special date. Lost in his thoughts, his head suddenly snapped around, to find that she was finally here. His breath shook with excitement at the thought of all the things he had planned for them tonight. She wore a simple outfit; a modest white blouse, and a blue jean skirt, with a little fake rose, pinned to her collar, just like he’d told her. She held the note in her hand, and looked at it over and over again, making sure she was in the right place at the right time. She thought it was romantic, too. Meeting in secret in a park just outside the city, late at night. “Just a little closer…”, he thought to himself. He wanted to surprise her. She kept moving forward. “Closer. Closer… Almost there…” He clutched the knife in his hand a little tighter. She sat on the bench beside the tree to wait. *snap* She turned around, but it was too late. He brandished the large knife with a malicious grin, too wide for a thin face like his. Most of the girls screamed. She didn’t.
He lifted her severed head to level with his and kissed it. She was so beautiful, so perfect. He took the knife again, and cut the hair he grasped in his hands from it’s hold on her scalp. The hair cut loose, and her head fell to ground with a sickening splat. He looked down in disgust. Such a pretty face shouldn’t fall to dirty floor. He lay the hair on a table by him, and picked up the head. Oh yes, she was going in his trophy room. He cleaned her neck, and pulled aside a board from the wall of the rickety shack, and put her on a shelf, next to a half decomposed skull. The smell was so powerful and vile, anyone would gag and vomit, but he embraced the smell of rotting flesh. It’s a shame she wouldn’t last. Well, depending how much product she used in her hair. He stroked her head one last time, and closed the board. He grabbed the chunk of hair again and sat down on a broken matress. He pulled a small binder from a stack of books next to him, and put her hair in a small plastic bag. He took a sharpie and wrote her name: “Molly Winters, age 20”. He smoothed out the bag, but the binder still didn’t close all the way. He leafed through the other bags in the book. Eleven in all. He lay back, pressing the book to his heart, and closed his eyes.
He awoke to the sound of laughter outside. It was ringing and far away, but loud. He took his telescope from a pile of junk, and looked out his window to see two girls. Two beautiful, brown-haired, blue-eyed girls. He smiled and threw on a jacket, and hurried out the door. Sticking to the trees and shadows, he followed them out of the woods, in to the park, and out to the highway, where they hailed a taxi. He panicked and ran toward them. He slammed in to the car, and knocked on the window, signaling the driver to roll down the window. “Do you mind if I ride with you? I need to get to the hospital quick!”, he lied. The girls swallowed it, and told him it was fine. He slid in to the seat next to them, and smiled at them. They chatted for a bit, and luckily for him, they got off first, and walked in to their apartment building. He pulled out a cell phone, Molly’s cell phone, and pretended to get a call telling him to not bother coming to the hospital. He thanked the driver, paid him, and got off the taxi. He made sure he drove away before following them to their room. He hurried, quietly, up the stairs after them, and caught their door closing. What luck he was having. New girls, and so soon after. He pulled some paper and a pen out of his pocket, smiling dreamily as he wrote. When he was done, he left it on their doormat. Something was missing. He pulled a trinket out of his pocket. A small fake rose. He couldn’t wait for the fun to begin. This story is called Roseys, Roseys.
One day Tommy and Jack came home and slumped down on the couch after going to Cooking Club at school. They needed to go back to East City Elementary at 7:00 because Tommy was graduating from 6th grade. “Mom, why can’t you come?” asked Tommy. “I already told you. I have errands to run.” said their mom. “Fine…” At 6:45 PM Tommy dressed up and the two brothers walked into the school. It was silent. “Go wait in the gym I’m pretty sure people will come in a few.” Jack had a strange feeling about this. Jack walked in the gym no one was there. After waiting about thirty minutes Jack was texting on his Blackberry Curve when he heard a thump and then another thump that was closer and then he heard coughing in fright Jack looked up and saw that there was an eerie bald man with a long white beard and a bright red shirt along with baggy black pants. The man had a slightly evil grin. An hour passed nothing went on. Jack knew the man was probably a criminal. Jack was so scared he got up and said “I need to go number 1.” The man just smiled and Jack ran to the bathroom. Jack ran into a stall locked the door and went on news websites to find info on the man, nothing. He then went on a website where there was a picture of the man it said:
SERIAL KILLER ON THE LOOSE!
POLICE ARE SEARCHING FOR A SUSPECTFROM EAST CITY PRISON AND WAS LAS SEEN BY A RESIDENT IN THE AREA OF EAST CITY ELEMENTARY RESIDENT, MARIA SIMPSON SAID THE MAN WAS BALD HAD A LONG WHITE BEARD WEARING BLACK BAGGY JEANS AND A BRIGHT RED SHIRT. ANYONE WITH INFORMATION IS ASKED TO CALL EAST CITY POLICE 555-9067 or EAST CITY CRIME STOPPERS AT 555-3924!”
Jack was freaked he peeked out he stall door it was clear he ran to his brother, Tommy’s classroom, Room 26. When he was running he heard something or someone following him he dared not look back. He knew this was it. He finally reached Room 26. He ran in and locked the door. The killer couldn’t get in. Jack opened the window he saw a flower vase Tommy’s teacher owned that was smashed on Tommy’s head there were several stabbing wounds to Tommy’s chest the first thump Jack heard earlier was the book baskets falling. Jack fell to the ground and started crying. The door busted open the man walked in with an evil grin and revealed a cleaver. With one swing at Jack, Jack’s head was on the other side of the room to this day the school is rumoured to be haunted. If you dare go in the school Jack’s ghost will seek revenge on the man who killed him even if it wasn’t you he would kill you. Even the bodies weren’t removed yet.
My friend Jessie told me I should download an app called “X-Ray Scanner” so I checked it out and I downloaded it. It was so fun that I never stopped playing it. One day, I scanned my teacher to check out what color was the underwear she was wearing, on an other occasion, I X-Ray scanned some hot girls on the beach, I was obssesed in scanning. Jessie told me I was taking it too far, and I had to stop. But I couldn’t. It was already in my habit. Then it happened. I was in a cafe with my friends. Beside us was a guy with a suspicious look I scanned him and I saw a knife, I ignored it and I thought it was for defense.. Then I had to poop in the bathroom. I stayed there for about 30 minutes, then I came back. To my terror, I saw the suspicious guy stabbing my friend, who is screaming, then he attacked me. Unfortunately, none of us survived. This is just a ghost telling you the story.