Tell a scary story!

[Little Peep]

Hey guys! I have an idea! Let's tell scary stories! (True or fake)

I'll start!

A man went into a hotel, a woman said don't go in room 50. The man walked away, he went into his room, right next to room 50, he slept peacefully and all, a few days later he looked under the door of room 50, he was too curious, he saw a woman with black hair and a white dress on, staring out the window. He got really curious, he then looked in the key hole, he only saw red, he thought she just put a red cloth over the key hole because she spotted him looking at her. He asked the woman about room 50, she told him this "The woman got killed by her husband, she haunts the room now, her skin is pale white, and her eyes are blood red." Which means, he was looking straight into the eyes of the ghost, face to face. He never went into the hotel again.

(Man! Now I'm scared!XD)

Did you make that one up?

 

[Little Peep]

I AM SCARED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!XD


A girl was in a hotel room, by herself, no one else, she turned the lights off and went to bed, she heard a thump so she turned the lights on and looked up, there stood a woman, crab walking on her ceiling, staring down.

..........That is just kinda funny

 

[Little Peep]

I awoke that night to Echo, my dog, barking up a storm. He was perched on the edge of my bed, facing the door and yapping away like crazy. I scratched him behind the ear to get him to calm down and guided him to his usual spot on my bed.
In hindsight, him barking was the first warning.
My brain, overactive as it is, was curious as to why he was behaving so oddly. Echo rarely barked at anything, so it was unlikely he was barking at nothing. Perhaps there is a skunk in the yard, I thought to myself. Seeing as how I was half-asleep at the time, that explanation seemed perfectly logical. Had I been more aware, I would have realized that any skunks in the neighborhood would be weeks into their hibernation this time of year. Even if they weren’t, the vicious snowstorm outside would deter them from wandering about.
I attempted to fall asleep after that, and how I wish that I did. Unfortunately, due to my habit of sleeping with my mouth open, I was becoming increasingly aware of how thirsty I was. I tried to stay in the warmth of my bed for as long as possible, but it wasn’t long before my tongue felt like sandpaper. It was clear to me that I wouldn’t be able to sleep without a glass of water.
I told Echo to stay and slipped into my moccasins. The air outside my nest of blankets was freezing so I put on my housecoat as well. When I left my bedroom, I noticed that the basement television was showing static. Mother probably forgot to turn it off after watching her murder mysteries, I thought. The TV’s playing static because of the storm outside. It’s just messing with our cable. Another logical explanation, which would be far less logical if I were fully awake. My mother, no matter how tired she was, would never leave the television on. She’s far too meticulous to do something like that. In my sleepy brain, however, it made perfect sense. I couldn’t find the TV remote, as the room was dark and I didn’t want to accidentally blind myself by turning on the lights, so I left the TV on.
I should’ve turned back, crawled back into bed and waited for morning.
I climbed the stairs to the landing, which was bathed in an orange glow, cast by the streetlights reflecting off of the clouds above. From up here, I could hear the wind battering itself against the house’s walls. I was starting to wake up a little bit. I noticed that the deadbolt on the door was unlocked.
That was my final warning.
My parents felt that it wasn’t necessary, what with the storm and all. The seeds of doubt began to form in my mind. I knew that that wasn’t the case. Some new neighbors have been suspected of breaking into people’s houses and stealing their liquor. My parents, being collectors of fine wines, have made it a habit to lock the deadbolt every night for the past few months, even when the act was completely pointless. My conscious brain was starting to wake up, starting to notice these things. A feeling of uneasiness began to pool in my gut. Still, after locking the deadbolt, I continued to the kitchen.
From the kitchen, I had a clear view of the living room, and while I filled an empty glass with water from the sink, I not only noticed that the television up here was also showing static, but that there was a figure seated on the couch. Don’t worry, I thought nervously, that’s just Dad. He’s been sleepwalking again. This time, I was fully aware of the flaws in the this ‘logical explanation’; the fact that the figure on the couch was bald and plump, while my father is lean and his hair is only beginning to thin. The fact that my father has been taking medications to prevent his sleepwalking. The fact that I could hear him snoring from my parent’s bedroom. I tried to disregard these thoughts, to push them to the back of my mind like I had done before. This time, it didn’t work.
I gently set my glass on the kitchen counter. My hands were cold and clammy, shaking in terror. My heart rate was increasing and my breathing was rapid. Even in the confusion of the moment, I knew that this wasn’t just some regular burglar, I doubted that the thing on the couch was even human. I reached for the phone to call 911, only to find out that I couldn’t get any service due to the storm. Frustrated and confused, I started randomly pushing buttons on the keypad.
That’s when I heard the thing move. The sound wasn’t loud, but it was enough to make my blood run cold and send clammy sweat down my back. It was the sound of bones popping, not just a few either; it sounded like an entire room full of people cracking their necks, backs and knuckles all at once. I turned from the useless phone to look at the creature for the first time.
It was now standing, facing me and illuminated by the orange glow from the living room’s window. It stood at about six feet tall, was completely naked and was rather plump. Its skin was a sallow grayish color and looked almost slimy. The creatures arms dangled as if they were boneless and at the end of each was a gnarled mess of fingers. The worst part about the creature, however, was its face. The thing had no nose, only two slits where its nostrils would be. Its eyes were hollow, white orbs that seemed too large for the rest of its face. As for its mouth, well, it didn’t really have one. It looked as if its entire lower jaw had been knocked clean off the rest of its face, leaving a swollen, pink tongue hanging against its neck.
The creature started walking towards me, making that awful sound with each step. It looked like it was trying to speak to me, but without its jaw, the tongue could only wriggle around helplessly as sinister moans escaped its throat.
I did what anybody else would do in that situation. I ran like hell.
When I got to the landing, I closed the door between the landing and the first floor. I had three options: I could surrender myself to the creature, I could run downstairs, which would eventually lead to a dead end, or I could run outside and face one of the worst blizzards of the decade. None of my choices were desirable, but I knew that I’d be dead anyway if I kept standing there. I didn’t get much time to choose though, as the door between me and the creature swung open, revealing that thing in all its grotesque glory. It began to descend the stairs toward me. I made my decision, and as stupid as it was, I wouldn’t be alive if I hadn’t done it. I unlocked the deadbolt and ran outside.
For the first few seconds, I felt absolutely nothing save for the adrenaline and fear surging through me. Looking back at the house as I ran, I swear I could see the creature looking at me through the kitchen window. It looked almost… happy.
By the time my house faded into the blizzard, the cold was starting to set in. Wearing only pajamas, slippers and a housecoat, it wasn’t hard to see why. I continued running, in fear that the thing would chase me, but I was starting to go numb. By the time I reached the highway, I couldn’t feel my fingers. By the time I noticed the approaching headlights, I couldn’t feel my toes. By the time the vehicle had stopped in front of me, everything was starting to go black.
I awoke several hours later to the sound of a machine beeping. At first, I thought the whole thing was a nightmare, that I was back in my bed and that my alarm clock was telling me to wake up and go to school. I began to regain consciousness and realized that I was no longer wearing my pajamas, rather I was wearing a hospital gown. There was a nurse standing above me, checking my vitals.
Apparently, a tow truck driver had found me on his way to a job. He did what anyone else would do if they found a teenager running like hell in the middle of a snowstorm at midnight and rushed me to the nearby hospital. I was admitted to the ER with severe frostbite and a moderate case of hypothermia. My parents were contacted immediately and at first, it seemed like I was going to go back home again. That is, until the doctors asked why I was outside in my pajamas in the first place. I told them the story as I couldn’t think of any excuse that sounded less crazy.
As one might expect, I was shipped off to the psyche ward. That is where I’m typing this now. See, the doctors can come up with any number of logical explanations. They can tell me that I was hallucinating, that I was having a nightmare, that I was over-stressed. With a medical degree, one can explain any unnatural phenomena with enough pills and prescriptions. But just because an explanation is logical, doesn’t mean that it’s true. At first I believed what they were saying, at first it all made sense. But something that happened later in the day changed that.
I was reading a book in my bed, starting to come to terms with what happened, when the TV in my room flickered to life. It was showing static. Outside the window, I could a gray figure outside the hospital. Even though I was on the fourth floor, I could tell that it was looking directly at me.

Thats less scary, kinda sad, like the monster was trying to talk.

 

[Little Peep]

A girl with Netherland dwarf rabbits was sleeping one night, she was asleep-but then she heard a shriek, but when rabbits are hurt they shriek, so the girl rushed to her rabbits, but they were all sound asleep. The girl thought she was hearing things and went to sleep. She woke up a hour later to blood on her floor, it was fresh, the girls eyes were wide, but she thought she was just seeing things and went back to sleep, then she woke up again so a whisper "You better hide..." It said, that is when the girl jumped up and ran, her dog was in it's dog bed sleeping, so the girl woke the dog up and had the dog sleep with her on the chair in her parents room. She fell asleep with her dog for two more hours, then she heard something "I see you..." whispered a voice, the girl hid under her covers, she heard rustling on the floor by something not normal, she didn't look, her heart started beating fast, and the girl was so scared...But there was no escape from whatever evil, terrifying thing that was near her, she peeked out of the covers to a scary, horrifying face staring at her, but it was not normal, so the girl hid under the covers and screamed "MOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" The parents woke up, and the horrifying creature was gone. "What's wrong?" The parents asked, as the girl panted with tears in her eyes, she was about to speak, but then a voice said "I am still here!!!" But the parents couldn't hear the horrid voice of the creature. It was torturing the girl, the creature did a shriek, so loud, it was horrible. The girl shouted "Make it stop!!!" But the parents couldn't hear it. The girl got to sleep in her parents bed, and the girl let her bunnies and dog escape so they wouldn't get hurt. The next morning after some sleep, two corpses laid next to the girl, and the door of the room was locked.

That is so sad! What were the to corpses? her parents or animals?

 

[Little Peep]

This is actually a movie, I read the back of the case and I'm so scared now!

A couple are out, they own 5 children, the baby sitter has the lights off the curtains drawn and the kids asleep, then the phone rings, She answers it and a strange voice answers "Have you checked the children?" The scared teenager calls the police, they detect the call only to find out it is coming right from their house.

 

[Little Peep]

I have a better version, A couple are out and so they hire a baby sitter, after tucking the kids in bed she goes on the computer, their is this weird clown statue in there that is creeping her out so she calls the owners and asks "Can I move the clown statue? it is kinda scaring me" their was a the line and then the shaky voice answers "Get the kids out of the house Now, and call 911" she goes to her neighbors and later finds out it was an escaped convict

 

[HugHess]

One day I am sitting in the living room watching tv with my 'old' man and I decided to get up and grab a pop from the kitchen...so I stroll up to the refrigerator (which sits behind the hall wall that leads to a bathroom and the back door) I open the fridge door, which swung out into the hallway, blocking the path down the hall...and as I sat there hunched over, wondering where the hell my last pop went, I got that overwhelming feeling that someone was standing there, so I glance up and tell 'Tom' oh! I'm sorry, while I pull the door away from blocking his path into the hallway.
I immediately go back to hunting for my pop without giving it a second thought. He doesn't pass through and I become irritated that he didn't acknowledge my gesture OR walk past.
So I look up and there is no longer anyone standing there! This felt like 2-3 seconds, at the most! So I peer around the corner and there is Tom
sitting right where I left him, in his rocking chair! Even at a run, which I would have heard on our wood floors, it would be impossible to get from where I saw 'him' standing, back to the chair in that amount of time. My brain won't process this fact so, I jaunt over there politely bee-eyeching about what a rude-*** he is... when I had to stop in my tracks for two reasons. 1) His chair was dead still, as in he hadn't moved recently and 2) when I walked up to him he had on completely different pants and shoes than whoever the hell it was that I saw! I freaked out a bit and explained this recent anomaly to him and he got a rather queer look on his face while proceeding to tell me the person I described fit his uncle to a 'T'.
The same uncle that previously lived and DIED in our house. The same uncle that familial(y) resembled Tom the most in the family. Same age, general features, hair type/style, the whole nine yards. Thank God I got no negative vibes through that experience, as I would have moved out post-haste!
(I had never seen a picture of this gentleman or discussed him with either Tom or his family, so I should not have been able to just conjure up a matching description like that off the top of my head, and I didn't. Quite scary to be knee deep in that situation, for sure.)
That's my first hand ghost story I just had to share so hopefully I won't feel 'alone' !

 

[Little Peep]

!!! I love pits to!! I have on and a mix one

X2 Me and Chickenfan own one named Mac he is the cutest thing! and SOOOOOOO sweet!

 

[Little Peep]

I want a pit, almost got a pit pup, but dad said he'd shot it on site. So plans changed. Lol. But how could you beat any animal?!!! It makes me ferious!!

it's like beating a baby!

IKR I hate it when people are like that No offence

 

[Little Peep]

Here I have one!



It is night, a young girl named Christine is going to bed then she hears a sound like thumps of feet with long claws, She is young but does not know what to do so she shuts her eyes tight and pulls the covers over her head then she hears a cold raspy voice saying "Leave this place" She feels sweat staring to form around her brow, she falls asleep, but every noise makes her want to scream,

The next night the girl hears the same noise, this time closer "LEEEEAVE....NOOOOOOOOW" it says dragging out its sentences she slowly falls asleep

The next night she hears it she felt it cold breath it swift movements and hearing its claws rake around the floor, she gathers courage and just says its NOT real she whips the cover off her head and is staring face to face with a pale white naked creature it seems to grin, Christine eyes widened she grabbed the closest object which was a book and slammed it into the side of the creatures head it fell over with a yowl of pain "GO AWAY!" the young girl screamed the corner of the book hid the creatures skin leaving a little blood the creature seamed to scream at her and break threw the window. she knew what it was and knew it would be back, it was the Rake