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 Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 6:37 am
Do you have any?
Me, not really.
Tell us some scary stories! Or maybe some scary, spooky stuff that has happened to you. :3
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 2:53 pm
I'll go scurry around the internet for creepy stories, but here are some poems in the mean time.
An Obsession.
Silently I stare at you
You don't know I'm around
I know where you've been
I know where you are bound
I know where you live
I know where you sleep
You don't even know me
But my love for you runs deep
I see you in my dreams
I want me in your's too
I want you to know ans love me
But there is no way to tell you
This is how it's going to be
It will, and has never changed
I'll continue to be your stalker
Don't think that I'm deranged
I love you but you'll never know
Cuz I'm your silent stalker
I'll continue watching you; well,
Until I kill and find another...
and
Into the Darkness.
I stare at my ceiling
Lying in bed
So many thoughts wheeling,
Around in my head
I close my eyes
And try to sleep
My heart cries
And I'm in too deep.
So many nights I spend
Locked up in my room
Dark and not a single friend
It's much more like a tomb
Life is so tormenting
Maybe death is better
All my thoughts fermenting
As I write this letter
Staring that the blood I've shed
It will soon be done
My eyes roll back into my head
From my hand slips the gun.
and my personal favorite,
Follow Me.
Your life is futile
Can't you see?
So join a cult
And follow me
Sell your sould
Jump right in
Close your eyes
Embrace your sin
Feel it squeezing
Your body tight
Let it take over
You know you can't fight
Into your heart
Burning it cold
Now be a good zombie
And do what you're told
I nicked these off of some website several months ago. I quite like them, and have been looking for an excuse to show them around. I didn't write them, but I don't know who did.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 3:53 pm
Hm
o.o
Cool. Thanks for sharing those. I like 'em.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 8:25 pm
Glad to see I managed to get a eek reaction. Here are two stories, somewhat delayed. The first story I nicked off of TV Tropes. Quote: I present to you the story of Trenchcoat Man (more appropriately, Lightpost Man, but Trenchcoat Man is scarier. My grandfather was walking along a road in Jamaica, with a lightpost only every 40 feet or so, resulting in about 5 feet between each lightpost (10 if you're going around a corner) where there's nothing but pitch freaking black. So after he comes through one of these, guy just magically appears walking next to him. This guy is just there in a trenchcoat, buttoned up, with a cigarette in his mouth. Plus, he smelled like matches. He asks my grandfather for a light. My grandfather had just quit smoking, and didn't have a lighter. But Trenchcoat Man keeps bugging him, and my grandfather just gets angry and says (loosely translated from Jamaican Patois) "Only three kinds of people walk at night: Cops, criminals, and ghosts. I'm one of them (he was a cop). What are you?" Trenchcoat man just laughs at him. Then the cigarette lights by itself and starts to burn away, while Trenchcoat Man does the same, burning away until he was just a trenchcoat and disembodied lips and teeth, still laughing maniacally. My grandfather runs like hell, stops at a house he had passed a half mile back. The dogs don't bother him, and an old lady is sitting on the porch, with salt in her hand (Old wives' tale: ghosts apparently hate salt}, which she jams into his mouth. Before I continue, I will note several things: The old lady was sitting up waiting for someone to run to her house, and the dogs had obviously had this happen tons of times. So then the old lady tells Gramps a story about a guy who was putting up lightposts and suffered a bizzare accident that apparently left only enough pieces that they had to wrap him up in a trenchcoat and cremate him. So after my grandfather recovers, he realizes that he has to go past Trenchcoat Man again. Luckily, he passes by without a problem. As he gets to the town part, where there are street lights everywhere, he looks back, and sees this figure in a trenchcoat, a hundred feet back, tall as a lightpost, smiling at him. And here's a generic urban legend... Quote: A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red." Hope you like 'em.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 12:52 pm
Rather than risk posting what someone else might post, I've decided to share my own personal experiences.
The Basement
It was a still night in October, many years ago, and my parents had decided to visit some friends while they were in town for the week. After dinner, we were told we could camp out in the toy room for the night, assuming we got enough sleep. My mother put my oldest brother in charge to watch out for us. Then, I watched as she locked the doors of the house, joined my father in his car, and drove off. We were excited, to say the least, and made no effort to wait until after she was down the road to run up the stairs and find what toys we should play with first.
We all stayed up until at least 11 PM, watching Disney movies and playing with legos. I was the last to fall asleep; I had built a house and was determined to finish it before going to bed. I shut off all the lights and made my way to sleep on the couch, since my brothers had taken the day bed.
I woke up out of a deep sleep. It was so hard to rub the tiredness from my eyes, and even though I heard the screams, it did not register in my mind for a few minutes. Then I realized---my mother was screaming my name!
"LISA! Lisa! Please, Lisa! Help me!"
I darted forward and looked at the clock. It was only past 2 am, and now I was so awake, it might as well have been noon. The screams were coming from downstairs, so I ran to the door of the room, swung it open, and then ran, nearly tripping, through the darkness of the hallways and down the stairs. At the base of the stairs, I turned to my left, and I knew exactly where the source was coming from: the basement.
The basement locked from the outside, so that anyone stuck in the basement when my father locked it at night would remain stuck until my father unlocked it the next morning. From the day we moved in, I had always been terrified of the basement;I had never gone down it before. Not that there was anything I needed down there; just the washer and dryer and my dad's tools for his work. Even when the door was opened, I was always too terrified to even look downwards. Even now, as my mother was screaming from behind the door, I was too afraid to open it. I reached up and felt the handle, and immediately knew it was locked. She must have been down there when he locked it tonight, I thought. She must have been doing laundry, and not heard him when he called downstairs to make sure nobody was down there. She's probably right on the other side right now with a heavy load of laundry in a bin right now.
I called to her, "Mom?"
At once, the screaming stopped. I waited another minute, and called for her again.
"Mom?"
Then BANG, BANG, BANG---something was falling down the basement steps! My fear of the basement practically forgotten, I began to worry for her. Is she hurt? Had she fallen down the stairs? Why had she stopped calling for me??? Please mom, just sy something and tell me you're there and I'll help you.
I called to her again.
Silence.
I knew she was hurt; I had heard her fall. She must have passed out---I had to open the door and help her! Frantically, I twisted the lock of the door and flung it open. Just as I did so, I saw what had been calling to me.
It was not my mother.
It was a shadow, unrecognizable from the rest of the darkness that consumed the stairs and the little basement. No, the figure itself was unseen. If it were a bird, a person, or even a dog, I couldn't have told you. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the eyes, I would have sworn there was nothing there. But they were impossible to miss, and I saw them as soon as I looked down. They were not human; they were red and piercing, with no pupil or iris. The moment I saw them, I became paralyzed. Soundlessly, it rose up the steps quicker than I have ever seen a living creature move before. It rammed past me, turning my very skin into ice where it touched, and took a stand next to the door my parents left in. Too terrified to even move, I watched as it looked the way of the door. As it turned, in the bitter moonlight seeping in through the windows, I saw it was shaped like a person, bit disfigured in features. No longer tranced by the eyes, I ran up the stairs, back into the room where my brothers were, jumped into the daybed between them even without enough space and nearly waking them up, and threw the covers over my head.
When I woke up near noon the next day, I went down the stairs to see my mother. I knew she had been downstaris doing laundry that night. I knew it. I knew what had happened last night was a mix between her and my own sleep-deprived mind. To settle it and prove to myself it was her, I asked her if she had been doing laundry last night.
She told me she had not.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 5:32 pm
Almost Poetic Rather than risk posting what someone else might post, I've decided to share my own personal experiences.
The Basement
It was a still night in October, many years ago, and my parents had decided to visit some friends while they were in town for the week. After dinner, we were told we could camp out in the toy room for the night, assuming we got enough sleep. My mother put my oldest brother in charge to watch out for us. Then, I watched as she locked the doors of the house, joined my father in his car, and drove off. We were excited, to say the least, and made no effort to wait until after she was down the road to run up the stairs and find what toys we should play with first.
We all stayed up until at least 11 PM, watching Disney movies and playing with legos. I was the last to fall asleep; I had built a house and was determined to finish it before going to bed. I shut off all the lights and made my way to sleep on the couch, since my brothers had taken the day bed.
I woke up out of a deep sleep. It was so hard to rub the tiredness from my eyes, and even though I heard the screams, it did not register in my mind for a few minutes. Then I realized---my mother was screaming my name!
"LISA! Lisa! Please, Lisa! Help me!"
I darted forward and looked at the clock. It was only past 2 am, and now I was so awake, it might as well have been noon. The screams were coming from downstairs, so I ran to the door of the room, swung it open, and then ran, nearly tripping, through the darkness of the hallways and down the stairs. At the base of the stairs, I turned to my left, and I knew exactly where the source was coming from: the basement.
The basement locked from the outside, so that anyone stuck in the basement when my father locked it at night would remain stuck until my father unlocked it the next morning. From the day we moved in, I had always been terrified of the basement;I had never gone down it before. Not that there was anything I needed down there; just the washer and dryer and my dad's tools for his work. Even when the door was opened, I was always too terrified to even look downwards. Even now, as my mother was screaming from behind the door, I was too afraid to open it. I reached up and felt the handle, and immediately knew it was locked. She must have been down there when he locked it tonight, I thought. She must have been doing laundry, and not heard him when he called downstairs to make sure nobody was down there. She's probably right on the other side right now with a heavy load of laundry in a bin right now.
I called to her, "Mom?"
At once, the screaming stopped. I waited another minute, and called for her again.
"Mom?"
Then BANG, BANG, BANG---something was falling down the basement steps! My fear of the basement practically forgotten, I began to worry for her. Is she hurt? Had she fallen down the stairs? Why had she stopped calling for me??? Please mom, just sy something and tell me you're there and I'll help you.
I called to her again.
Silence.
I knew she was hurt; I had heard her fall. She must have passed out---I had to open the door and help her! Frantically, I twisted the lock of the door and flung it open. Just as I did so, I saw what had been calling to me.
It was not my mother.
It was a shadow, unrecognizable from the rest of the darkness that consumed the stairs and the little basement. No, the figure itself was unseen. If it were a bird, a person, or even a dog, I couldn't have told you. As a matter of fact, had I not seen the eyes, I would have sworn there was nothing there. But they were impossible to miss, and I saw them as soon as I looked down. They were not human; they were red and piercing, with no pupil or iris. The moment I saw them, I became paralyzed. Soundlessly, it rose up the steps quicker than I have ever seen a living creature move before. It rammed past me, turning my very skin into ice where it touched, and took a stand next to the door my parents left in. Too terrified to even move, I watched as it looked the way of the door. As it turned, in the bitter moonlight seeping in through the windows, I saw it was shaped like a person, bit disfigured in features. No longer tranced by the eyes, I ran up the stairs, back into the room where my brothers were, jumped into the daybed between them even without enough space and nearly waking them up, and threw the covers over my head.
When I woke up near noon the next day, I went down the stairs to see my mother. I knew she had been downstaris doing laundry that night. I knew it. I knew what had happened last night was a mix between her and my own sleep-deprived mind. To settle it and prove to myself it was her, I asked her if she had been doing laundry last night.
She told me she had not.That freaked me out O_O Nice story.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 7:11 pm
xXbLuEsKiTtLeSXx That freaked me out O_O Nice story. Thanks. I tried to be as descriptive
as I could, but I got a little repetitive.
This happened before my mother had
her own experiences, so she thought
I was crazy when I told her what had
happened. Luckily, she doesn't reme-
mber any of it now since she's getting
older. I don't want to tell her again.
I can tell you a funny story to make you
feel better. One night, near Halloween,
one of the movie channels was running a
commercial that went something like, "It's
October, the time of year when fear chills
your spine, and the lights go off for no
reason. Spend this season watching horror
flicks at HBO" or whatever channel it was.
Now, as soon as it said "The lights go off
for no reason," the ceiling light made a
popping noise, and the light went out.
rofl
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Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2009 6:49 pm
wow the lights really went out nice scary story by the way i cant belive that really happened to you
i really like the second one you posted Lucyez it really scared me
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 5:13 pm
I used to see shadow people when I was younger.
you can look em up on wikipedia too
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 6:06 pm
what are shadow people? question
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 7:23 pm
Almost Poetic xXbLuEsKiTtLeSXx That freaked me out O_O Nice story. Thanks. I tried to be as descriptive
as I could, but I got a little repetitive.
This happened before my mother had
her own experiences, so she thought
I was crazy when I told her what had
happened. Luckily, she doesn't reme-
mber any of it now since she's getting
older. I don't want to tell her again.
I can tell you a funny story to make you
feel better. One night, near Halloween,
one of the movie channels was running a
commercial that went something like, "It's
October, the time of year when fear chills
your spine, and the lights go off for no
reason. Spend this season watching horror
flicks at HBO" or whatever channel it was.
Now, as soon as it said "The lights go off
for no reason," the ceiling light made a
popping noise, and the light went out.
rofl Hey poetic, try doing some urban legends research of the area you had the encounter in Red in the eyes signifies Focus driven by controled anger or hatred
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Posted: Mon Feb 08, 2010 4:35 pm
-v- Avenue -v- Almost Poetic xXbLuEsKiTtLeSXx That freaked me out O_O Nice story. Thanks. I tried to be as descriptive
as I could, but I got a little repetitive.
This happened before my mother had
her own experiences, so she thought
I was crazy when I told her what had
happened. Luckily, she doesn't reme-
mber any of it now since she's getting
older. I don't want to tell her again.
I can tell you a funny story to make you
feel better. One night, near Halloween,
one of the movie channels was running a
commercial that went something like, "It's
October, the time of year when fear chills
your spine, and the lights go off for no
reason. Spend this season watching horror
flicks at HBO" or whatever channel it was.
Now, as soon as it said "The lights go off
for no reason," the ceiling light made a
popping noise, and the light went out.
rofl Hey poetic, try doing some urban legends research of the area you had the encounter in Red in the eyes signifies Focus driven by controled anger or hatred I'll look into it; my neighbor is a librarian.
She knows the history of the area very well.
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