Scary Stories

One night my parents were going to my aunt’s funeral, but I didn’t know that. So they told me they were going out so I wouldn’t feel bad. Five minutes after they left there was a knock on the door. When I answered the door it was my aunt. So I said, “Hey Aunt Janet.” She said very softly, “I have come to get something.” So I let her go in my parents’ room to get her belonging. She came back with a necklace she said my mom had borrowed. She then left. Twenty minutes later my parents came home and told me my aunt was dead. I said, “No, she just came here to get her necklace.” My parents then took me to a grave yard, there they dug my aunt up to show me she was dead, but I noticed something, she was wearing the necklace she came to get.

(Sent in by Shanetta)

I was at home all alone. I was watching a documentary on ancient Greece and all of a sudden the T.V. turned off. I went to turn on the T.V. but it wouldn’t turn on. I went to the fuse box, to find all of the switches in the box in the right spots, I finally gave up and started to read.

I never have to make my bed but when I went to my room, my bed was made, I thought maybe my mom got in there and did my bed. I went to slip in the covers to find the sharpest knife I have ever seen, I picked it up and took it to the kitchen. I looked at it and found dry blood. Now I was freaked out.

I called my mom and told her what happened while sobbing hysterically. She told me to calm down many, many times and finally she hung up in frustration. So, I called my best friend still sobbing. I told her to come over. She said yes and came over quickly. She sees me and seems to automatically begin to know what’s going. We chat for a bit after I calm down. We go to my room and find my bed how I left it this morning, messy and used. I started hearing a dripping sound. I turned my head and saw blood. We both ran out of the house. I didn’t go back in until my dad picked me up and carried me in.

(Sent in by Makenna)

A long time ago, a father (George) and a daughter (Lily) lived in a giant mansion together. One day, the daughter became very ill and soon passed on in her bedroom, laying down on her bed.

George decided to leave that as her burial place and locked the door so nobody could go inside.

Years later, the Dad decided to sell the mansion, due to the grief of losing his daughter.

As George was talking to a couple, their young son became bored. He wandered around and went upstairs. He discovered the locked door.

The little boy looked through the peephole and realized he could only see red. He ran back down to his parents and George and asked him, “Why is that door upstairs locked?”

“My daughter died in there,” he choked out softly.

“How did your daughter die.”

“She had a terrible illness.”

“What happened?”

“All the blood had rushed to her eyes…”

(Sent in by Cathy)

‘Rrrrinng!’ my alarm clock sang. I jumped off my bed, dancing wildly.

Today was finally the day! I ran across the room to my wide window. I pictured myself playing Frisbee in among the large swarms of people in the beautiful, glowing, caramel-colored sand under the warm, golden, sand. Just
thinking about it made me jump about with joy! My mother had told me to stop jumping about and get my things ready, but I had that done ages ago. I was so excited, I finally get to go to the beach!

As soon as I had finished my breakfast, I grabbed my things, sped out the front door, and hopped onto the opened, black, Jeep. Every thing was packed into my little, pink, backpack: sunscreen, shades, sandals, a hat, and a bar of chocolate which my parents didn’t know about. As my dad started the car, I imagined what would happen on the beach. Would I meet some elves who’ll give me a pot of gold? Or would I bump into a genie who’ll grant me three wishes. I knew those things weren’t possible, but my senses were telling me something just as exciting was about to happen!

When I arrived at the beach, I learnt that I had fallen asleep on the 1-hour journey. When I woke, I saw that there was a kind looking, black-bearded man. He introduced himself as Johnson, but he said that everyone called him Black Beard. “I can tell why,” I commented. Before I knew it, I got indulged in a conversation with this fascinating old man. He showed me some secluded locations on the beach, like the Camouflaged Caves
or the Hidden Hills. Soon I heard my mother calling me telling me it was time to go.

We were on the way home when my father said, “Did you know that there’s a legend saying that the ghost of a pirate called Black Beard haunts the beach?”

(Sent in by Ayesha)

This is a true story that happened to my best friend!

My friend lived in a very old house, it was said to be haunted and was right next to an old butchers. The house was owned by the owner of the butcher and it was a family business. Even though he was a butcher, he didn’t always kill animals, his son was murdered, so with his butcher’s cleaver, he killed the murderer, and shortly after that, he killed himself. My friend got that house after someone disappeared in it! My friend had just got married and got a baby son. Six months later her husband disappeared when he had just been at the butchers. My friend was devastated and had gone mental. One night she heard her son crying, so she woke up. Suddenly the crying stopped. She ran through to the baby’s room to find the baby asleep. As she picked him up she felt something cold and metallic on his back. She turned him round to find a butcher’s cleaver stuck to his back, it had not harmed him as it was just flat against his back. My friend got really scared, she took off the knife and threw it out the small window. Later that night she heard a bang in the baby’s room. She ran in seeing the baby with the knife lodged in his chest. The worst thing was… he was holding it in place. Then dripping with blood
on the wall was a message… “I don’t just kill animals…”

(Sent in by Tegan)

Okay here is the funny nightmare I had the other night:

I was at this party and this guy told me to throw water balloons at people at the party. So he handed me a water balloon and I threw it and it hit his girlfriend! So he didn’t notice because a large amount of people were at the party. Then he noticed, and I thought to myself: “Oh man I better walk down this hall to the candy selling guy and act like I didn’t do anything.” So as soon as I thought that, I look behind me and I see him charging at me, I didn’t have time to react. He picked me up, and he says: “What did you do?!” I say: “I didn’t do anything!” He says: “You know what you did!”

Right there, the nightmare ended.

(Sent in by EpicFart)