I used to tell scary stories all the time as a kid! Here's one I thought up a long time ago (Not sure how scary it's gonna be) :

At the end of Carter Street, there lived a little old woman that everyone called Edna. She was rather friendly, baked everyone goodies and would call everyone "Sweetie". She sat out on her little rocker, humming beautiful songs that she possibly wrote herself.
At night, the street was so black, dank, though, that it was almost eerie. Not for little Edna, though. It was comforting to know the darkness would envelope her.

Until one day, that is.

Her son, Harrison, was a good young fellow with no bad reputation. He had a wife, though, that told a different story. Hiding her cuts, bruises and bumps from the public, she made sure no one thought ill of her husband. Not even his mother, little Edna.
One day, at Christmas time, Harrison and his wife were staying at his mother's little house, for the lived hours and hours away. The whole time traveling there, Harrison would tell his wife how much his mother hated her, how much he hated her.
Then they got there and nothing seemed out of sorts. Edna was so happy, since the only time she saw them was Christmas.
They sat around her small table, and made light conversation. Edna told them how amazed she is that Harrison got such a lovely young woman to be his bride. The wife, though, said very little. Ate very little. Did very little.
At night, as they all went to bed, the young wife said she would like to shower. So, Edna, thinking nothing of it, allowed the young woman to use the shower.
As soon as the water turned on, however, it was a light pink shade. The young wife, not thinking any more than rusted pipes, stripped down for her only relaxation time. As soon as she stepped in, there was a smell so foul she vocalized her distain.
Then the water slowly became pigmented, redder and redder and redder as she struggled to step out.
She screamed, wrapping a towel around her thin body.

There stood a small, child-like formation in the doorway that lead to her and her husband's room.
He asked her if she was his mommy.
She said no.
The small child approached. His eyes were pitch black, nothing existing. There was a large, red stripe that wrapped around his little neck. Bruises covered his body, from head to toe, and his head was missing hair in patches. She was in silent horror of the small child.
He reached out and grabbed her by the hand, and said for her to follow him. She didn't want to, but his grip was so strong she had no choice.
He took her to her husband's room, where he had been stripped and mutilated. He looked at his wife, and begged him for help. The child, though, told her to finish the job, but bring him the man's eyes.
So that's what the wife did- she took the knife the child miraculously gave her, and she ended the rest of her husband's life. Then gouged out his eyes and gave the child his eyes.
The child, then, shoved the eyes into his own sockets and said he could see again. Oh, how good it was to see again!


Yeah it's not that scary, but whatever. I was like 8 when I wrote that.