Tell your 'what the heck was that thing?' scary story

[periodicchicken]

Okay... this happened about a month ago. I think it's worth reliving.

The Sound
I was in my brother's room one night. I had decided I wanted to play a prank on him. I hid in the closet, and when he came back from the kitchen and got back in bed and was nice and comfy, I put my fingernails to the wall, and scratched back and forth making a "scraw, scraw, scraw, scraw" sound.

My brother flung himself out of bed and ran to my room, panicked. I went to the bathroom, flushed the toilet, and came out, as if I was in the bathroom that whole time. (Sneaky, I know.) My brother was pale and white-faced. "Hannah! I heard a... a sound coming from my closet!" he gasped.

I never did fess up to him that it was me, but I sure paid dearly for doing that to him: late one night, midnight, 12:08, the exact time that I did that to Tim, the same sound that I made with my fingernails sounded in my room! At first, I thought it was my brother, figuring he had figured out that it was me, but then it hit me *SMACK* in the face: my brother wasn't here; he was at a slumber party!

My other family members were dead asleep. The sound came again, and I saw two center-less milky eyes, like that of a dead thing, staring at me from the closet!

It did that for a few times more, then, (to my GREAT relief!), the sound never came again.

Now is that creepy or WHAT?!

huh.... keeping an eye on my closet now...

 

[Suzierd]

Any new stories lately?

 

[periodicchicken]

Any new stories lately?

in my english class we had to write about a discriptive paper.. it didnt really happen but i can probly find it somewhere if it is okay

 

[Suzierd]

Sounds good!

 

[periodicchicken]

hold on i have to find it

 

[periodicchicken]

it is pretty much all fiction but i think it might be good.

 

[periodicchicken]

Have you ever been so afraid of something that you are running with your life on the line? Ya, nor did we until we thought to take a short cut through the woods… The woods are a major expanse of hundred year old trees that have 100 diameter thick trunks. The trees have been rubbed raw with sap oozing out of the trees. The sap is sticky… and red… with a smell that can drop any mythical creature, or dinosaur, the smell is actually that of rot. The rot smell is sickly sweet, so sweet that it is overwhelming. the woods where one minute full of singing birds and nothing appeared to be wrong. So we thought.
The sap was not sap. A slow drip soon drew our interest. A small puddle lay beneath the wide tree. The tree held gouges of a beast that had very long claws, claws that can kill a royal with a simple swipe. As we watched the puddle grew. Growing larger and larger, a large chunk of a mysterious substance fell in to the pool… low snarl reverberated through the woods. The kind that sent shivers up your neck, that made you want to run. A rustle in the tree above us made the tree groan. A large shape fell to the ground. The impact threw us to the ground. It was one of the kings beloved beasts that roamed the sky. Except this was the Elvish King’s beast. The animal had been cleaned to the bone. Every bone shown meticulously white. But the kill was fresh. The tree groaned again and a lighter impact hit behind us. Everyone was perfectly still, that is until one of the dumb beast that we rode bolted deeper into the woods. The animal that was behind us roared with an anger that was unmatched by the fiercest dragons in the land. We took off running at a break neck speed. A look behind told us this animal was of a prehistoric descent. As we broke through the under growth the animal was gaining. We left the dumb beasts behind us, hoping the animal would choose them and not us. Our hopes where short lived it kept coming. Not only had that, but others joined the chase. Soon they were on us and trying to snap our legs or back. Our hearts pounded with a fierceness that could cause it to stop. Mile after mile we ran, exhaustion was coming on. We needed to stop but the animals where still there. They were running us out… this will not end well. Soon we where dodging the trees hoping to slow them down with this tactic. My friends where falling over debris. No not debris, more bones. They were running us into a feeding area like cattle. A conscious touched mind. As I sent out a help signal, several beasts much like the others appeared next to us. These animals where smarter, more agile and faster, they ran low as if offering us their backs. These beast had a conscious like no other. Their conscious was full of information, More information than the smartest scholar.
They took us to a place where eight women stood, Women of wisdom and healing. As soon as we touched solid ground a great blackness clouded our vision. When we woke we were at the edge of the woods with provisions and mounts. The mounts eyes held their intelligence with pride. We were safe, most of us but not all.


okay hope you guys Enjoy

 

[Suzierd]

I enjoyed your story, good job! You could write a book.

 

[Chickenfan4life]

I remember something from a LONG time ago when we were kids. Enjoy. (But don't let it give you nightmares.)

The Screams In The Vast Field

We were having a picnic in a vast grassy field some 10 miles from civilization. A dark woods sat at the end of the field, and as our mother began setting out the food, we decided we wanted to explore. We didn't tell our mother and scurried off to the dark, dank forest. Our first sign that we shouldn't be here was a small, dug up grave, with bones scattered around it, located right at the front of the forest. When I recall it, the bones were actual human bones, but we were young, and the bones were of little interest to us.

On we went, deeper into the forest, taking in the sights. Suddenly, we saw something white and misty protruding from the base of a gnarly tree. We looked at the mist and swished it around with our hands. We played there, and lost track of time. Suddenly, we heard a scream and the barking and howling of dogs. The mist floated over to the small grave and we followed it like brainwashed things, enamored with the white fog.

The mist floated into the grave. That's where our mother found us. She was frazzled and terrified. We told her what happened and she scolded us for telling tales. Of course, this was no tale. I told an elderly friend of mine a few years later, and she told me one wild tale.

As it turns out, buried in the grave was Mary Anne Walters. She was killed by a pack of rogue dogs when she went into the dank forest while her parents picnicked. She also told me that the child's ghost leads children out of the forest to protect them from fate.

I just thought I'd share this tale.

 

[Suzierd]

I remember something from a LONG time ago when we were kids. Enjoy. (But don't let it give you nightmares.)

The Screams In The Vast Field

We were having a picnic in a vast grassy field some 10 miles from civilization. A dark woods sat at the end of the field, and as our mother began setting out the food, we decided we wanted to explore. We didn't tell our mother and scurried off to the dark, dank forest. Our first sign that we shouldn't be here was a small, dug up grave, with bones scattered around it, located right at the front of the forest. When I recall it, the bones were actual human bones, but we were young, and the bones were of little interest to us.

On we went, deeper into the forest, taking in the sights. Suddenly, we saw something white and misty protruding from the base of a gnarly tree. We looked at the mist and swished it around with our hands. We played there, and lost track of time. Suddenly, we heard a scream and the barking and howling of dogs. The mist floated over to the small grave and we followed it like brainwashed things, enamored with the white fog. 

The mist floated into the grave. That's where our mother found us. She was frazzled and terrified. We told her what happened and she scolded us for telling tales. Of course, this was no tale. I told an elderly friend of mine a few years later, and she told me one wild tale.

As it turns out, buried in the grave was Mary Anne Walters. She was killed by a pack of rogue dogs when she went into the dank forest while her parents picnicked. She also told me that the child's ghost leads children out of the forest to protect them from fate.

I just thought I'd share this tale.

True story?