Short Scary Stories

[Brackenkit]

You can post scary stories here that you made up, got off the Internet, or are real. Here's two.

Click Clack Drag

There was a woman and her daughter. The daughter asked if she could go play with her friend. The mother looked at the clock and said, "Yes. Be back at 6:00 though." the daughter nodded and headed out the door and to her friends house. The mother had told her to come back at 6, because that when Click Clack Drag comes out. He's a physco man with no legs that drags himself along in his nails. Anyways, the daughter reached her friends house, and they started to play.

The girl lost track of time, and when she looked at the clock, it was 6:05. The girl said bye to her friend and headed home. When she got there, the door was locked. The mother was inside, getting into bed, assuming her daughter was in bed, and didn't want to wake her. The daughter knocked on the door and the mother assumed it was Click Clack Drag. The girl kept knocking until she heard it. Click, clack, draaag. Click, clack, draaag.

In the morning, when the mother went out to get the newspaper, on the doormat, written in blood, was Mom, why didn't you open the door?

I changed it a bit, scince I don't remember the real thing. Same with the next one.


The Little White Dog

There was an old hag that lived in a cottage near a hospital. She lived with her dog, a little white one. The little white dog loved to sit by the fire. One night, she was sitting in her bedroom on her bed, reading the papers about a phsyco that had broken out of the hospital and went around killing old hags, much like herself. The lady put her hand down to feel the reassuring luck of her dog. And sure enough, a warm tongue licked her hand. The lady looked over, and sure enough, the Little White Dog, was sitting in front of the fire, but still the toungue licked her hand.



Which one was scarier? Also, please share your scary stories!!

[Owlstar]

Uh, neither were very scary. I am a fan of Edgar Allen Poe so I'm immune at those attempts.

[Lilypaw]

Neithier was scary

[Brackenkit]

Okay. I know. I just want people to share their scary stories!!

[Lilypaw]

Cera walked down the street talking on the phone with her best friend when the phone clicked like her phone had died. Frowning she looked down at her phone just as her phone rang showing that it was an unknown caller. 'Its probably just, Sam pulling a prank on me,' she thought answering, and was about to say something when an unfamiliar was rasped out something.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," the voice rasped.

"What? who is this?" Cera demanded.

The person on the other line let out a chilling laugh and she spun around the laugh sounding like it was coming from behind her. When she saw what it was she screamed in surprise and stumbled back when she saw a shadow figure on a big black dog. The grim was the beast the man was riding, she had never been scared and had never believed in monsters and that had been her mistake, because she was never seen again, so people thought she had been kidnapped by the shadowy figure, but we all know what really happened, that the Grim stole her soul and now she most wonder the earth forever haunting people's dreams.

Ooc: what did you think, people like me who are use to watching scary movies and shows might not find it scary

[Loinfire]

At first I had walked slowly, as if every single step I took was painful. That hadn’t lasted long though and soon I’d lost any type of control over myself and begun running and I ran until I feared I would never be able to stop. I knew. I knew that I could never stop until I got there, the fear that once ruled my life had faded into the shadows, a forgotten trinket left behind and now it was replaced with a hatred that slithered through my veins, clutched at my heart with dripping fangs, constricted my lungs, squeezing the air out in wasted breaths.

In my wake was nothing but darkness and the road that stretched endlessly before me was lit only by wilting streetlamps that arched over the tarmac like dying flowers. They led me forwards like little markers left by those who had also traversed this path but as my frantic footsteps bought me closer the fragile orange glow would flicker suddenly and die with a rustle of the wind, merging into the night like all the others I had passed yet all I could do was rush forwards, to the next marker, and watch as it too vanished at my approach.

They lay above my head, a blanket of stars, twinkling benignly at the world below. Friendly so they seemed but selfishly they did very little to illuminate my path instead keeping their light to themselves. Every signpost was cast in shadows, every recognisable corner hidden by darkness and I was forced to rely on memory alone and under this new moon even the road was empty save for my echoing footsteps.

Surprise. The feeling stole over me, like a thief, as the soft rumbling of an engine rose above the blustering wind. My scarf whipped around my neck, almost suffocating me, as I clutched blindly at one of the unlit lampposts. All of a sudden it felt like my body had become jelly and I struggled to remain upright, my chest was tight and my lungs still struggled for air but hope had managed to tiptoe inside my heart. In a mixture of joy I lurched forwards waving my arms wildly as I was bathed in the soft glow of headlights.

The vehicle was old and rusty; its engine wheezed noisily as it trundled forwards but as it approached the jeep began to slow until it was merely crawling along. The glass was tinted and all I could see was my pallid reflection staring gormlessly back at me. I allowed myself to reach forwards tentatively and strike upon the window, my hands were numb, the cold had long since stolen any sensation but soon the glass was snatched away beneath my pink fingers and I could only collapse onto my knees as I released my only salvation had vanished into the night.

They stood, tall and magnificent stretching for miles and miles along the roadside. Ancient oak trees that saw more of the world than we ever would, their leaves rustled warningly as the heavy, even footsteps connected heavily with the tarmac behind me and I knew I had lost but I refused to surrender. I forced myself to my feet, stumbling like a drunkard I struggled forwards, the wind tore at my clothing, dragging me backwards and I had to fight desperately for every single step.

I froze.

My eyes widened and my hands frantically moved downwards until they were pressed firmly against my body. Anything that I had been feeling, any thoughts that had previously been going through my head had vanished completely. All of a sudden my feet were too heavy to move as if they’d become encased in concrete. I held my breath as I slowly lifted a shaking hand. The streetlamp next to me suddenly flickered to life and I could only stare in abrupt horror and slowly dawning comprehension at the dark crimson blanket which contrasted unevenly with the stark whiteness of my skin.

[Brackenkit]

Hmmm… both were okay. Not very scary. But still! Thanks guys!

[Redkit]

Wait a minute....

DON'T YOU GUYS NO ANYTHING OF SLENDERMAN?

[Owlstar]

Lionpaw, your's was pretty good. Maybe not as scary as intense though.
I'll work on writing one later.

And Redkit, I have no idea what you are talking about...

[Lilypaw]

Ooc: I've come up with this, I was going to write it in my novel,but decided not to, might not be scary

Angel walked with Erik to the house wondering what her brother would say if he found out that she was falling in love with a vampire slayer, when both of them were vampires. When they reached the house she opened the door of the house and frowned when she saw her brother and Nikki laying on the ground unconconcious. Keeping an eye on her surrounds she picked up a sword and walked towards them pausing to look around. Suddenly something huge hit her from behind sending the sword flying from her grasp as she was knocked to the ground. She managed to twist around and froze her eyes widening in horror, what stood before her was a wolf, wait no a demon in the form of the wolf. The wolf was three times the normal size of a wolf and was pitch black. It opened it mouth to reveal teeth as black as its fur. It's claws very black and sharp cutting into her arms like knives, and she looked down at her arms she saw that the were turning black, no not because of a burn, but because of bark. Letting out a startled cry she threw the wolf off, but was already to weak from the spread of poison to get up. Suddenly she saw the shadowy wolf long towards her his glass like fangs posed for her throat.

Ooc: so what did y'all think

[Loinfire]

On a small suburban town the full round moon gifted its watch like a jolly grandfather, lighting every street and alley with its careful gaze. A smattering of stars surrounded it, much like grandchildren eager to hear his wise old stories and behind him the sky was like black velvet.

Rows upon rows of two-storey houses filled this town, with perfectly square gardens and white picket fences.

It was in one of these houses, where the thick curtains were drawn and the moon’s light could not reach that our story unfolds. Hidden from the moon’s protective gaze, replaced by the watch of artificial light was a young girl.

At around half past eight she was moving around the house, shutting every window she came across and sentencing the lamps to sleep where they could watch her know more.

She came to the basement easily, taking each stair one by one and gripping the banister with all her might, terrified of stumbling and falling into the darkness.

She was a young girl, with a waterfall of dark brown hair and cheerful eyes the colour of honey, her parents had left for the evening, to celebrate the twentieth year of their marriage with a romantic dinner, leaving her in charge of the household and her younger sister.

The window to the basement was stiff and she only managed to pull it closed halfway, panting and out of breath, her fingers half frozen from the bitter winter air, she gave up. Choosing instead to draw the red, velvet curtain across the window.

As she reached the top of the stairs, she turned on her heel and looked down at the window. The heavy curtain was twitching in the wind. Without much thought she pulled the chain that commanded the light and left the room, carefully closing the door behind her.

There weren’t many eyes to watch her anymore, the curtains had been drawn, the lights had been closed and she came to stand in the doorway to her sister’s room.

She moved forwards and placed a gentle kiss on her sister’s forward, telling her that there were no monsters under her bed, that she was safe and that she loved her.

The child who trusted her words fell into a deep sleep under her sister’s watchful gaze.

The girl reached her room and was greeted with a triumphant bark, laying on the edge of her bed was a great German shepherd, his tongue was lolling out in the mockery of a smile his rows of pointed teeth gleaming in the light.

She gave him an enthusiastic hug before going about her bedtime routine, when she was changed and washed she settled into bed, with the quilt drawn up to her neck and tapped the lamp beside her, plunging the room into pitch black darkness.

With the warm weight of her protector at her feet the girl drifted straight to sleep where her dreams were insane and nonsensical.

Drip. Drip.

At around 2:02AM her eyes flew open and she shot up into a sitting position, the girl noticed immediately that the weight at her feet had left, breathing heavily in panic she pushed back her quilt but moved no further.

Drip. Driiip. Driiiiip. Drip.

A dripping sound was coming from the bathroom, the sound of liquid hitting the tiles. Of course it was just the tap but in the complete darkness of her room, her imagination ran wild and it was only a swift lick to her hand, which had been dangling over the side of the bed that brought her back to her senses.

Realising she was being childish, she uttered a soft thanks to her loyal pet and closed her eyes once more, trying to ignore the irritating dripping sound that was going round and round in circles in her head.

Skritch. Skriiitch.

Once more she woke with a start, this time her hand immediately fumbled down the side of her bed, once more her friend gave her a comforting lick, letting her know he was watching and she was safe by his side.

Skriiitch. Skritch. Skriiitch.

It was like the noise of claws on wood and sent a shiver down her spine. Closing her eyes she focused on breathing and soon drifted back to sleep.

Skriiitch. Drip. Driiip. Skritch.

Eventually the noise became so incessant that she could not ignore them, woken once more she reached for her dog but this time there was no reassurance and she swallowed loudly. She would have to go sort that stupid tap out herself.

She opened the bathroom door with hesitant hands that shook when she flicked the switch, it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the light but when they did her breath was pounded from her chest.

Inside the bathroom cupboard was her precious dog, a rope around his neck trapped him in, his claws dragged angrily against the half-open wooden door. Skritch skriitch.

She stumbled back in confused horror, only to stop, the dripping noise was right behind her, where the shower was. It was just leaking right? Taking a deep breath she turned on her heel.

White as paper and shaking like a leaf, eyes wide as dinner plates, she could barely breathe. Before her, hung from the shower curtain railing, skinned and with her insides hanging out was her precious little sister. Her blood was dripping from her hanged corpse. Drip. Driiip.

The girl turned to face the door, terror filling her and it was then that her eyes landed on the mirror.

Written on its reflection of her stark white face were the words; ‘ Humans can lick too. ’

My take on a classic scary story, completely re-written from memory, might be different from the versions you've heard or read. As stories change depending on who tells them and this is based on the versions I was told as a kid.

[Lilypaw]

Hmmm I think the manga I'm reading now is scarier Higurashi