spoopy stories
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randomperson 
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6513
13.03.2017
28 comments
MadsMarie
13.03.2017 15:22
LinkI'll tell one!
MadsMarie
13.03.2017 15:22
LinkOk so,
MadsMarie
13.03.2017 15:23
LinkThis is a true story.
MadsMarie
13.03.2017 15:34
LinkThere was this museum in California, that was an old farm. There were hundreds of servants, but the most favorite one was Myrtle. She was their cook, and maid. She lived in the house with the master and his wife and kids. She was told to make them a certain dinner, but she gave a steak to the vegetarian mother. The master was so mad, he sent her to the field to work. Myrtle knew she was the only nurse in the house, so for the children's birthday, she baked a poisoned cake. She only expected it to make them sick, but instead, the master's wife and two children died. He was so mad, he killed Myrtle in her sleep. The museum was nicknamed Myrtle's plantation, but it was closed down because multiple tourists ran out screaming. When asked what they saw, they would all answer the same thing. As soon as they turned their back, when they turned back around, a chocolate cake would be sitting on the floor.
MadsMarie
13.03.2017 15:34
LinkOne more
MadsMarie
13.03.2017 15:35
LinkTrue story again
randomperson[OP]
13.03.2017 15:36
Linknice
MadsMarie
13.03.2017 16:38
LinkThere were these two six year old twins, both girls. In the morning, one of the girls were missing. The father and mother tried to get her to tell them what happened, but all they got from her was, the nice man took her away. The parents were terrified, so they had her sleep with them the next night, but they woke up laying in a pool of blood, their daughter's blood. A knife was at their bedside. They called the police and a house search was started. They opened the closet and found their daughter in the closet, her face white and red hand marks on her neck.
Once apon a time there was a young couple, going home late at night from their date. They stopped for gas at a gas station, and the boyfriend had to get out and go to the bathroom. While he was gone, the girl turned on the radio, wanting to catch her favorite tune. Instead, she caught an emergency report on and escaped prisoner, highly dangerous and with a hook hand. She got chills, and immediately locked all the doors. Shivering, she sat and waited for her boyfriend to come back, but he was taking a really long time. Then she saw a dark, stooped figure come out of the gas station - something near where it's hand should be glimmered. The escaped convict must have killed her boyfriend! She tried to start the car as the figure walked steadily toward her. It started to run, and but the car didn't. Refusing to look at the person for her fear, she grabbed a blanket and pulled it over herself in hopes that the dark color would make it look like there was nobody in the car. The figure banged on the window...
... But she stayed motionless. After a while, the scratching stopped. She started to hear footsteps on the roof. Two pairs of footsteps, and somebody was yelling. She grabbed for her phone, now that she could move without being detected, and called to police. While she was waiting for them to arrive, the yelling stopped. She couldn't hear anything. She lowered the blanket and looked out the window.
She jumped. Outside the window was a man with black, wild hair, sunken eyes, and a stare the held her like chains. They looked at each other for a while, before he slowly lifted something. His arm. It didn't have a hand... Then, in a sudden movement, he jumped away. She noticed red and blue lights around her. The police had finally arrived.
Once they told her it was safe to come out, she looked on the roof. There lay her dead boyfriend's warm corpse, his hands torn and bloody from scratching on the car and trying to get in. A bloody hook was imbedded in the roof near his head. A soda can was thrown aside...
heres my story: You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murdurer thats on the loose. You look out sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. he fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. you gulp, pick up your phone and start dialing 911. you look back at the glass as your press the phone closer to your ear and notice he is mutch closer now. you drop the phone in shock. there are no footprints in the snow. its his reflection.
... Next to the car. The figure that came out of the store had been the boy, with a soda can. He had tried to get in, but she didn't let him. Once he had given up, the convict had jumped him. She had been responsible for his death. Her fear had made her nightmare come true.
The End
My sister used to tell me that hook story to scare me... it always worked
I also have one about a mirror and one about pond zombies but that one is not very good
One day a group of friends were walking at night having fun making jokes everyone was having a good time...or so they thought...they ran into an old house that looked like it had been abandoned for years...the group of friends went inside to see (how stupid).......when they went inside they heard screeching....very high piched...there ears were bleeding they were screaming crying but nobody heared them.....they decided to hide upstairs in one of the rooms....they were there scred crying...and the boy and the girl were alone somehow....the other two boys got lost some how....they decided two look for them...they found them in the closet but there head were decapated...they both screamed loudly crying for help....but nobody heard...but then they ran trying to escape there ears kept bleeding the girls eyes started bleeding the boy grew so worried that they had finally escaped together....the cops were outside looking so confused looking at them with shocked eyes....the cops ran to them so shocked and scared
The boy and the girl started crying out blood there ears were bleeding it was a blood bath....years later the boy and the girl got married and moved away from the place...but the girl said they could still hear the screams of their friends death.....years later the house was remooved everyone lived in peace...untill another group of friends stumbled into the same place hearing the screeching the screaming of the other group of friends.....they soon found all the group of friends head decapetated in the same spot...there was a sign saying " nobody is peacful here"... THE END! Whoo what a spoopy story!????
once i was at a park at night on the swings and in the distance i saw a child far away staring at us we got closer to see what was wrong and it wasnt a child... it was a fire hydrant... -_-
WOAH THAT IS SO SCARY I WONT SLEEP FOR DAYS I CANT BELIVE IT WAS A FIRE HYDRANT (sarcasm) XD
once there was a guy named Johabrey, he was named this because of his mom. His mom died after she named him. After a while the nurse came into the room and saw that his mom was dead, and she dialed 911 but just as she pressed call, she read Johabrey's name and fell, motionless onto the floor. For he rest of his life Johabrey was called Zack, until one day he hated someone so much that he wrote his name on a piece of paper and gave it to the man. The man died. Johabrey became a serial killer and he ran off into the world and was never again seen. Until today, WHEN HE IS RIGHT BEHIND U!!! lol not rlly. (i just realized this is like death note except the other way around)