Scary Stories

One day my Grandmother asked me to clean out the attic. I agreed because I knew she was too sleepy to do it. As I went up the attic stairs I noticed a few baby dolls sitting against the wall. They didn’t really bother me so I
didn’t care about them. So I just picked them up and put them in a box.
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I was sitting in my room one night. My parents were gone, so was my sibling. I was reading a book when I heard a knock on the wall from my brother’s room. I didn’t bother to check it out, but I heard it again, this time louder. I got up and went to my brother’s room. Once I walked in I felt like there was someone there, but there wasn’t. I went back into my room, then I heard footsteps down the hallway. I could see a shadow from my room too. I thought it was my brother, so I went out and then saw someone standing there with a checker shirt and blue jeans. I blinked and he was gone…

(Sent in by Kristin)

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)

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)