any book you enjoy or storys you love to tell. Then please tell them, maybe other people will like em too.

I love Uzumaki by Junji Ito

A scary manga about spirals guaranteed to make you wonder about them. No really its good.

nothing scary where i live.........
plus im not a big halloween fan
its a big big on your money

I'm not big on Halloween either doesn't mean I don't like a scary story every now and then, or even a movie.

We always use halloween costumes for dress up clothes after halloween so It's not too bad.. Then we trade with other family friends with kids and we get different stuff for my sisters to wear and they are happy and they can play dress up together which is pretty cool..


As for scary stories...

WEll If You want to read a reallly scary book-
Read
Relic- Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child

its a pretty good monster book- i mean theres a movie but I have never seen it.. But the book is really creepy.. museum monsters...

yeah i know.....
no scaryiness
and i know i spelled that wrong

I had this book one time with local ghost stories. It had some really creepy stuff and always gave me goosebumps. I seem to have lost it over the years, unfortunately

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I am reading Patrica Briggs and Jim Butcher. Both are modern urban fantasy.

i wonder if we can do it like this...

Who Calls?
(Cree Tribe)
retold by
S. E. Schlosser

By the time he finished his daily tasks, the light was failing. But everything he needed to accomplish before he made the journey to visit his betrothed was complete. He was eager to see his love, so he set out immediately, in spite of the growing darkness. He would paddle his canoe through the night and be with his beloved come the dawn.

The river sang softly to itself under the clear night sky. He glanced up through the trees, identifying certain favorite stars and chanting softly to himself, his thoughts all of her. Suddenly, he heard his named called out. He jerked back to awareness, halting his paddling and allowing the canoe to drift as he searched for the speaker.

"Who calls?" he asked in his native tongue, and then repeated the words in French: "Qu'Appelle?"

There was no response.

Deciding that he had imagined the incident, he took up his paddle and continued down the dark, murmuring rivers. A few moments later, he heard his name spoken again. It came from everywhere, and from nowhere, and something about the sound reminded him of his beloved. But of course, she could not be here in this empty place along the river. She was at home with her family.

"Who calls?" he asked in his native tongue, and then repeated the words in French: "Qu'Appelle?"

His words echoed back to him from the surrounding valley, echoing and reverberating. The sound faded away and he listened intently, but there was no response.

The breeze swirled around him, touching his hair and his face. For a moment, the touch was that of his beloved, his fair-one, and he closed his eyes and breathed deep of the perfumed air. Almost, he thought he heard her voice in his ear, whispering his name. Then the breeze died away, and he took up his paddle and continued his journey to the home of his love.

He arrived at dawn, and was met by his beloved's father. One look at the old warrior's face told him what had happened. His beloved, his fair one was gone. She had died during the night while he was journeying to her side. Her last words had been his name, uttered twice, just before she breathed her last.

He fell on his knees, weeping like a small child. Around him, the wind rose softly and swirled through his hair, across his cheek, as gentle as a touch. In his memory, he heard his beloved's voice, calling to him in the night. Finally, he rose, took the old warrior's arm and helped him back to his home.

To this day, travelers on the Qu'Appelle River can still hear the echo of the Cree warrior's voice as he reaches out to the spirit of his beloved, crying: "Qu'Appelle? Who calls?"

Feed Me!
Adopted from Valenth
Feed Rin-chan!!!

Poe, I don't know who it's by but it has some of edger allen poes greatest works.

and even if i did know a scary story
typing it would take way to long
srry peeps

If you want the scare the living daylights out of yourself, I would suggest "The Enigma of the Amigara Fault." It's the creepiest short graphic novel I have EVER read and IT WILL NOT LEAVE YOUR MEMORY!!!!! I can't remember who it's by, but just put it into the search bar and you'll find it easily.

I also just finished "The Oxford Book of Victorian Ghost Stories." Exactly like the title says, it's a collection of short ghost stories by Victorian authors between the years 1852 to 1908. It's an excellent collection and includes authors like Charles Dickens, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Robert Louise Stevenson (going under R. L. Stevenson) and even Rudyard Kipling.

Ichorfalls.com is also a great place to read stuff to scare yourself silly. I won't go into description because it's just a site you'll have to look at for yourself and decide.


Wow...that was really long...

starlightbreaker, did you write that story? If not, it needs to be put within quote tags. :yes:

I don't have any scary stories per-say but I have stories that I like to tell.

Well, it's a children's book but I was always really frightened by The Witches by Roald Dahl. He was a very creepy author.

I used to love the goosebump buook! Well correction, i still liker reading them, but they really aren't that scary anymore. I love scary movies but am disappointed with the ones that have come out lately, they just aren't that scary! Blood and guts don't make up for actualy "scary" factor. Let's see, i like The Excorcist and Blair Witch Project. I can't think of any others right now!

hmm, well I find that the Steven King stories are usually so scary for me that I can't finish them but I can tell stories to other people that freak them out...so it's pretty cool I think ^.^

I enjoy books about faeries.

Melissa Marr and Holly Black are a couple good authors that write about them.

Oh, and Johannes Cabal the Necromancer was surprisingly good for a book I grabbed at the library at random.