Scary Stories.
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Thread Topic: Scary Stories.
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Slender Man
Our story begins with 4 young boys. We shall simply name them Friend 1, 2, 3 and 4. They used to scare each other each night by telling each other horrifying stories about spirits and murderers, and in particular, stories about Slender Man. You can imagine the excitement in the group of friends when one day, a story entitled "Strange Being Sighted In Local Forest" was published in the newspaper along with this photo:
They read on. "A local resident who was walking through the forest on the edge of the town, claims he witnessed the abduction of a young woman. The man, aged 31, took a photograph of the being as soon as he spotted it closing in on the woman. "I saw the girl roaming aimlessly around, and just as I was about to ask her if she needed assistance, the creature seemed to appear out of thin air," he told this reporter. Is this as true as the man claims, or is it just yet another publicity stunt?"
The friends grinned at each other, and they silently agreed they were going on a Slender Man hunt.
The next day, they were ready. Their plan was to camp in a forest clearing overnight and try to spot Slender Man. They made a bet too, to make it interesting. They all pitched in their money, and agreed that last one to chicken out would claim the winnings.
As night fell, the temperature did too. The friends began wrapping themselves up in their sleeping bags and sitting around the fire. Friend 3 decided to try scaring the rest of the friends by playing a trick on them. He draped a blanket around himself and fled off into the trees. When he burst into the clearing, the sounds of screams met him. He laughed, expecting to find his friends on the ground, looking shocked, annoyed and impressed. But all his eyes found was one of his friends shoes. Friend 3 heard the screams again, and this time he listened closely. The screams weren't just scared screams. These were screams of torture. Friend 3 ran, shouting the names of his friends, but only screams answered his calls.
After twenty minutes of sprinting through the forest, Friend 3 dropped to his knees panting. He felt something warm splashing on the back of his head. Curious and frightened, he looked up to see Friend 4's body hanging above him. The corpse had been pierced through the heart with a sharp branch, the branch still attached to the tree. More blood dripped onto Friend 3's dumbstruck face. Another scream snapped him back to reality and he ran in the general direction of the pained cry. Through the thick trees, he saw two silhouettes. One was tall, thin and had freakishly large arms. The other was of a young boy. The elongated arms reached out and silenced the boy by snapping his neck. Slender Man's blank face turned slowly towards Friend 3 and in an instant, the creature was sprinting towards him.
Friend 3 ran through the thicket, feeling the un-natural limbs snatching the air behind him. Just as he reached the clearing, another sprinting figure joined him. He glanced sideways, tears streaming down his face. It was Friend 1 . They both looked ahead of them and saw the edge of the town, a safe haven. As they jumped over a fallen log, Friend 1 was dragged backwards by his ankles, back into Slender Man's territory. Friend 3 ran to the side of the road opposite the forest and his legs collapsed. He looked up, the silent tears still streaming down his face, to see the figure of Slender Man fading into the trees. As attempted to drag himself up to his feet, he noticed the pile of money the friends had bet on the roadside. He cautiously edged over to it and picked it up. Written on the top note of the pile, in neat slender writing, was 'S O O N'. -
Woah. That was awesome :D
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I'll post one for Jeff soon, then more. All Creepypasta based. :3
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Jeff The Killer
Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those fancy neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldnt complain though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by.
"Hello," she said, "I'm Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce my self and to introduce my son." She turns around and calls her son over. "Billy, these are our new neighbors." Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard.
"Well," said Jeff's mom, "I'm Margaret, and this is my husband Peter, and my two sons, Jeff and Liu." They each introduced themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her sons birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object, when their mother said that they would love to. When Jeff and his family are done packing, Jeff went up to his mom.
"Mom, why would you invite us to some kid's party? If you havent noticed, I'm not some dumb kid."
"Jeff," said his mother, "We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now, we're going to that party, and that's final." Jeff started to talk, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldnt do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much a pain, but a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.
The next day, Jeff walked down stairs to get breakfast and got ready for school. As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise. "Hey, what the hell?"
The kid landed and turned back to them. He kicked his skate board up and caught it with his hands. The kid seems to be about twelve; one year younger than Jeff. He wears a Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans.
"Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat." Suddenly, two other kids appeared. One was super skinny and the other was huge. "Well, since youre new here, I'd like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith." Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid. He had a dopey face that you would expect a sidekick to have. "And he's Troy." They looked over at the fat kid. Talk about a tub of lard. This kid looked like he hadn't exercised since he was crawling.
"And I," said the first kid, "am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift." Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kids eyes when one of his friends pulled a knife on him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way." The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket. Jeff got that feeling again. Now, it was truly strong; a burning sensation. He stood up, but Liu gestured him to sit down. Jeff ignored him and walked up to the kid.
"Listen here you little punk, give back my bro's wallet or else." Randy put the wallet in his pocket and pulled out his own knife.
"Oh? And what will you do?" Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kids wrist and broke it. Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed at Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He threw Randy to the ground. Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming. Troy rushed at him too, but Jeff didn't even need the knife. He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over. Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff.
"Jeff how'd you" that was all he said. They saw the bus coming and knew they'd be blamed for the whole thing. So they started running as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others. As Jeff and Liu made it to school, they didn't dare tell what happened. All they did was sit and listen. Liu just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something, scary. As he got that feeling he felt how powerful it was, the urge to just, hurt someone. He didn't like how it sounded, but he couldn't help feeling happy. He felt that strange feeling go away, and stay away for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldnt be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy. When he got home his parents asked him how his day was, and he said, in a somewhat ominous voice, "It was a wonderful day." Next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked down to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look.
"Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn't regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!" Jeff's gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true.
"Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu."
"Son," said one of the cops, "We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?" Jeff knew it was no use. He could say him and Liu had been attacked, but then there was no proof it was not them who attacked first. They couldn't say that they weren't fleeing, because truth be told they were. So Jeff couldn't defend himself or Liu.
"Son, call down your brother." Jeff couldn't do it, since it was him who beat up all the kids.
"Sir, it-it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn't stop me." The cop looked at his partner and they both nod.
"Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy-"
"Wait!" says Liu. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Liu.
"It was me, I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it." He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he was in a struggle.
"Son, just put the knife down," said the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops.
"No Liu, it was me! I did it!" Jeff had tears running down his face.
"Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away." The police led Liu out to the patrol car.
"Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!" Jeff's mother put her hands on his shoulders.
"Jeff please, you dont have to lie. We know it's Liu, you can stop." Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car speeds off with Liu inside. A few minutes later Jeff's dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeffs face and knowing something was wrong.
"Son, son what is it?" Jeff couldnt answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff's mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so Jeff walked back in to the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed. He couldn't look at them. He couldn't see how they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woken up by his m -
All I ask is that you don't take credit for these. They aren't your stories.
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I didn't see Slender in the picture for a moment there. I thought it was just a tree.
Then I was like, "HOLY CRAP!"
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Second story got cut off. ._.
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Its not Scary.
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I won't. I only said Scary Stories, James.
I actually don't know, Sage. I found it on me Internet.
I'll fix that. Somehow.
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A man checks into a small motel late at night. When he gets his roomkey, the woman at the front desk tells him to stay away from the door with no number on it. He nods and proceeds to his room, passing the no-number door on the way. He puts his things in his room and heads back to the door, curiosity chewing at him.
He looks through a large keyhole under the handle. All he can see is a figure dressed in all white. He decides that the expiriance was odd and goes back to his room.
The next morning, the man gathers his things and heads to the front desk. On the way, he stops to look through the keyhole again. All he can see is red. Complete, unmoving red. He figures that who ever is staying in the room saw him last night and covered the keyhole with something red.
He gets to the front desk and tells the woman about what he saw.
"You looked through the keyhole didn't you?" she asks. "Well, might as well tell you now. A few years ago, a man murdered his wife in that room. But these weren't regular people. They were completely white, except for their eyes, which were red."
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