Post some scary stories! @[email protected]
I really like reading them..
I'm seriously addicted.

Here's one that someone told me at school;
A young man stops at a hotel late one night to rent a room. The man at the front desk gave him room 12 on the first floor. But before he gives the keys to the guy he tells him; "You will pass by room number 4 on the way to your room. Whatever you do, do not knock on it, or go near it." The man though it was strange, but he was too exhausted to question it, so he agreed and took the keys and began to walk to his room. On his way there, he came across room 4, and his curiosity got the best of him. He decided to look through the little key hole. He saw a very pale, but beautiful women sitting on an old fashioned chair, combing her white-blonde hair. He didn't know what was so scary about her, but he shrugged it off and went to bed, not even giving the incident a second thought. He awoke that morning, and gathered his stuff and left the room. On his way out, he decided to look through the key hole again. Only this time, he saw red. Bright red, everywhere. He thought that was really strange, but went back down to the front desk to pay.
"Just out of curiousity," The man asks as he pays for his room. "What is in room 4, anyways?" The man at the front desks just shrugged.
"Well," He told him. "There has been reports of ghosts. Guests say there is a pale, young women with red eyes."

OMG THAT ONE IS SO SCARY! it scared the crap out of me. so creepy how she was looking at him through the hole too O.O

sorry. i dont know any ghost stories, but ill definitely come back to post if i find out about one .

*still scared *

ROFL xD
I didn't think it was that scary.
But it did give me the chills when I first heard it.

Since there is already an active thread with the same topic, I will be merging this with the other one.

@ Mingnon.

D8
That is just freaky weird.
I think I've had dreams like that, where they just repeat over and over again. :/

OH, I have a dream I have to share.
I think it's the only nightmare I've ever had.
[[ Keep in mind that my brain is a bit jumbo-ed up, so the dream is too ]]

I'm not that clear of it anymore, but here it is..:
For two nights in a row [[ in the dream ]] I had the same dream about a disturbing image. It never changed, never wavered, always looking at me with the strange grin. It was the face of a clown. Now, I've never grew up to be afraid of clowns, but a few days before the dream, I went to a place like a rent-a-movie store, and was wondering if I should rent IT, the scary movie with the crazy killer clown.

So on with the story..

On the second day of the dream, I finally told my aunt about it. She just decided to pull me into the jeep, and drive away fast. Then, however it may have happened, my aunt turned into my uncle, and we stopped at a mall. The background was orange and purple and blue, seeming as if it's the time of dawn / dusk. We walked at a steady pace toward the entrance, with me staring at the light of the burning neon sign, thinking nothing of its emptiness.

On we went, and sort of "teleported" to a fancy-schmancy restaurant inside the mall, its main menu consistent of hot pots. I think I caught sight of a few limbs before the story faded into that of yet another.

Out in the oriental world, where there are still emperors, et cetera, there lived a man of great wealth and land. He had only one son, the age of about.. less than two, just learning to walk and talk. So came a day where the man had to leave, so he let his faithful servant watch him, leaving the servant with something of a threat.

The boy was sitting on a chair, just looking out the wide, open door into the rainy sky. The servant was beside him, rambling on and on about nothingness, for lack of something to do. Then, it was as if it was a movie: the camera zoomed in on the boy's face as he was turning his face to the side, blinking his eyes on the way.
In slow motion, the boy fell, ever so slowly, and even though the "camera" didn't show the servant's face, he had his eyes wide with shock, hands out as if sliding for a home-run [[ sorry, not that big of a baseball person, so excuse me for lack of more intelligent wordings ]]. The scary part is, when the baby hit the floor, his head smashed open like a watermelon

..and in the dream, that is exactly what I thought it looked like. O-O


I'm sorry to waste all of you people's time, but.. I just had to tell that to someone beside my parents..
The image of the baby's head exploding really.. left me in an.. for lack of better words, unpleasant and nauseating mood. ._.

When I was about four or five, I had an 'imaginary' friend. I called her Ms. Muggie, and she had wavy brown hair and wore this pale pink "pirate" shirt, for lack of a better description, light-denim frayed bell-bottoms, and an orange ribbon in her hair. I used to talk to her all the time. I thought she was a real person, and my family really didn't think anything of it at first.

It was summer time, and I was playing on the porch of the abandoned house that was (and still is) right next to mine. I was sitting on the ledge, thinking of what game to play next while my grandmother was gardening. I'd lost my balance and started to fall back. With the way I was falling, I should have hit the gravel and concrete walkway. I remember Ms. Muggie catching me and setting me on the grass. My grandmother shouted and ran over. The way she'd seen it, I'd somehow fell and managed to land on the grass. Needless to say, no one believed me when I said Ms. Muggie had saved me.

About a month later, I was running around the house 'chasing Ms. Muggie'. I had bumped into the table that held my grandmother's indoor plants. She had a three-tier plant shelf at the time, and it started to fall. I saw Ms. Muggie catch it and set it back up, but my grandmother and my aunts who were visiting at the time saw it fall and catch itself. Again, no one believed me, but they had no better explaination as to what had happened.


Now that I'm older, I don't know what to think when it comes to Ms. Muggy. I don't see her anymore, unfortunately. I don't think she was a figment of my imagination, though.

I've got nothing that has happened to me in reality. But here's a ghost story my friend told me the other day. It gave me chills. D:
~

In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.


Scary, eh? D:

@ Marina Toriama:
O_O
That is scary.. and yes, weird, but.. kind of cool? >>;

@ Awesome!:
Holy crap, that's really.. omigawshwtc
So they killed their baby after going crazy? ._.
..or the fake babies turn into real babies? 0-0

Gray:

Well, I guess the mother had two babies. A fake one and a real one. I think she killed the real baby by mistake 'cause she thought it was the fake one.. Well, that's how I think it's supposed to be. xD

Whaa~~
Scurry schtuff!! >o<
xD

~scary, goes under covers~ lol

Nothing extremely scary has happened to me yet. I got this from another forum:

In France, a young ambient musician by the name of Charles undertook an interesting new project. He was going to record the sound of himself sleeping, and release it under the name “La Nuit” (The Night). Charles lived alone in a rural area, which would remove things like car alarms, traffic, and such from being recorded. He planned his project for many months, acquiring the sensitive equipment to capture all outside noises as well as his own during sleep.

Finally, on the 27th of September, he decided to execute his plan. He set up all his equipment, and fell at sleep at midnight.

The next day Charles reviewed the recording. For the first hour, the recording played his own tossings and turnings as well as some distant dog barks and a few car alarms (So much for his plan to distance himself from cars). These continued throughout the 2nd hour as well, until Charles heard something that horrified him.

For at exactly 3 hours and 24 minutes in, the recording played the sound of his bedroom door opening.

It gives me the creeps. D:

Very scary stories I have a few to tell you.
A family friend of mine would go to sleep at night and you could a toddler running up and down the corridor laughing. (The family doesn't have toddlers) They suspected it was their "dead" niece there.

My mum and I were talking and we mentioned my grandma and we heard a BANG, and went to check it out. Turned out the ceramic frame fell down, but it was on the other side of the room. There no way that it could accidently fall down unless someone threw it.

There's one more, but I rather not say it.