Scratch

thats spongebob lol!!!

RobotKitty wrote:

The-Whiz wrote:

I think it was that one with the clown statue.

Omg that one in that magazine?

So these two parents get a clown statue for their room and put it in there. Then they have a babysitter for their two kids (A boy and girl) and they want to watch TV in their mom/dad room. So they go in and then they end up getting the babysitter (a girl lol) to cover it with a sheet. I'm not certain about the end... but the statue was a real person and yeah... how good did that work out?

EDIT: Not mine, google it? So-and-so's friend, a girl in her teens, is babysitting for a family in Newport Beach, Ca. The family is wealthy and has a very large house — you know the sort, with a ridiculous amount of rooms. Anyways, the parents are going out for a late dinner/movie. The father tells the babysitter that once the children are in bed she should go into this specific room (he doesn't really want her wandering around the house) and watch TV there.

The parents take off and soon she gets the kids into bed and goes to the room to watch TV. She tries watching TV, but she is disturbed by a clown statue in the corner of the room. She tries to ignore it for as long as possible, but it starts freaking her out so much that she can't handle it.

She resorts to calling the father and asks, "Hey, the kids are in bed, but is it okay if I switch rooms? This clown statue is really creeping me out."

The father says seriously, "Get the kids, go next door and call 911."

She asks, "What's going on?"

He responds, "Just go next door and once you call the police, call me back."

She gets the kids, goes next door, and calls the police. When the police are on the way, she calls the father back and asks, "So, really, what's going on?"

He responds, "We don't HAVE a clown statue." He then further explains that the children have been complaining about a clown watching them as they sleep. He and his wife had just blown it off, assuming that they were having nightmares.

The police arrive and apprehend the "clown," who turns out to be a midget. A midget clown! I guess he was some homeless person dressed as a clown, who somehow got into the house and had been living there for several weeks. He would come into the kids' rooms at nights and watch them while they slept. As the house was so large, he was able to avoid detection, surviving off their food, etc. He had been in the TV room right before the babysitter right came in there. When she entered he didn't have enough time to hide, so he just froze in place and pretended to be a statue.

That sounds a lot like the movie Amusement watch the trailer
YEp its a movie called Amusement, i watched it last year, it was scary!!

Last edited by ax4 (2010-06-29 22:36:56)

siver wrote:

thats spongebob lol!!!

Lolwut

When I learned about dolls and clowns.

(thanks to wikipedia)Stephen King's IT

In October 1957, the town of Derry, Maine, has been flooded by autumn storms. As the storm abates, six-year-old George "Georgie" Denbrough chases a paper boat, made with the help of his brother Bill, along a gutter current until the boat is swept into a storm drain. Georgie attempts to retrieve the boat and encounters Pennywise, a seemingly friendly clown standing in the sewer. The clown entices George with sensations of a circus carried into the sewer by the floods, and offers to return the lost boat. When George attempts to retrieve the boat, Pennywise pulls him in.

Theres more too it that i dont want to read and paste
Great book great movie,
watch the movie for sure!

FUNNIEST scary story:                       A man goes to a hotel, when he checks in, he hears a voice:"When the log rolls over, were all gonna die!" The man jumps out the window and dies. The same thing happens to the next guy in there, but the third guy need to pee before he dies. When he looks in the pot, he sees a turd with ants on it, yelling, "When the log rolls over, were all gonna die!"                                                    lol

12three wrote:

Spaghetticat wrote:

What was it about?

So there was this guy, who lived in an apartment. He went in the elevator to go to his floor, and saw that the man running the desk had been replaced. Before he steps in the elevator, the new man asks, "Are you for good or bad?" The other man answered, "Good." After the man steps out of the elevator to go back to his room, the other man asks him another question; "Are you for peace or war?" The other man answered, "Peace." He thought the man was a little strange with his questions. At about one in the morning, the man is up in his room doing something on his computer for work, when he hears footsteps in the hallway. He figures it must just be the night guard, but in busts the replacement man, holding a gun. The man was scared and shocked. The replacement said, "I have one more question for you. " The other man asked, "What happened to the Guard?" The other man replied, "He wasn't very smart- he got this question wrong. Now this next question's answer must be most truthful AND pleasing." He pointed the gun up to the other man. "Am I sane or insane?"

That's not how the story goes, but it's close. I looked it up, but couldn't find it- you could ask Gettysburg11 about it, because he goes to my school and read the same thing, but he has a better memory than me.

My answer: you're sane but have occasional moments of insanity.

Have you read rabbit doubt? (yeah, that proves I don't read scary stuff)

Twilight-Tak wrote:

RobotKitty wrote:

there was this other story about this girl who got a swollen tongue and thought it was allergies, but a spider at lain eggs in her tongue... ;shiver;

I read a story like that, called The Red Dot.(I made up the names since i couldn't remember what the names were from the story)

Rose was sleeping in bed.A spider scuttled onto her cheek, rested there for several minutes, thencrawled off her cheek.
The next morning Rose woke up and her mother said,"Oh, you have a little red dot on your cheek.". Sure enough, she did. She went to school, thinking it was a pimple.
The next day her 'Red Dot' was bigger.She went to school again.
The next day the red dot was much bigger.The mother called the doctor, but he couldn,t arrive till two days later.Rose didn't go to school that day.
The next day Rose took a bath. She sat back and tried to relax, but at that moment her cheek popped open and dozens of tiny spiders crawled out from the eggs the mother had lain in her cheek!

...BLAHGRAHBLACK! EWW!

OOOOOOHHHH! i know where to get the creepiest stories on the internet >: ) heres one.... (warning, graphic and gory descriptions are contained in this story)


only read if you are ready for it.....








They say that the hour of three A.M. is the time when spirits can become active, and I’m sure of that. My apartment was always a little too quiet for one in the city, especially at night. No drunk shouting in the street at that time, no sound of car horns and alarms could penetrate the dark at that particular hour. It’s like my apartment was high on a platform, surrounded only by a dense fog that the sharpest of hawk eyes couldn’t penetrate. I was usually attempting to sleep at that time, after bleaching my skin in the pure electric light of my computer screen. Emphasis on the phrase attempting, because from that stems this tale. I advise you, if you’ve been here long enough to find it, you’ll soon discover of what I’m talking about. I should really tell you anyway, just so you know you’re not insane. I know I’m not.

Every night for the past four months that I decided to make this apartment my home, a strange sound would pierce the strange blur that surrounded my home– or maybe just my mind. I have searched the apartment many times for it, but behind the hollow-sounding ivory walls and hard pine floors, I couldn’t find any source. The sound, at first, was like scratching. If you have fingernails, drag them along a table. Like that. It was slow, and every time I heard it, I froze up. It wasn’t as dramatic as anything like ghostly moaning or anything like that, but it still scared me so much I reverted back to childhood and stuck my head under the blanket.

During the day I worked at what could possibly be the most boring place on earth, a factory that stamped out cans. They didn’t even need workers, but I really didn’t care. It paid the bills, and getting to sit around until someone needed help fixing a machine wasn’t too bad. I sort of miss it. There was always something bad happening though; in retrospect, I feel as though it was following me. For instance, a man’s hand ended up being caught in the stamping machine under a sheet of aluminum. The crunch was sickening, it sounded like a dog chewing upon a bone. That same splintering sound.

Every night, I would retire from this slightly gory boredom to my apartment, back to my beloved computer. The cycle was always the same. Work, computer, scratching sound. I never really thought to ask anyone about it, I would usually forget about it by morning.

But one day I didn’t. I sat there in my folding chair at work, surrounded by the drab, bleak grey concrete walls, a long ignored cigarette that was gradually becoming one trembling tower of ashes in my grasp, trying to think of a way to discover whatever this thing was. Why wouldn’t I just follow it? Get my nerves together and find the continual source of fear for me. It made me cold just at the thought, but I knew I had to do it.

So that night, I turned off the computer as usual, but then took one extra step. I grabbed a flashlight. It would be faster than dashing across the room to my light switch. ‘It could even be mice,’ I thought to myself as I slipped into bed, wearing the hero’s garb of any sleepy man; a pair of boxers and socks. At least if I ran crying out of the building, a few people could get a laugh.

The clock slowly began to head towards three o’clock. My heart began to pound nervously. Like a sword I held the turned-off flashlight to my bare chest. The necklace around my neck felt strangely cold, even though I had at least three comforters on. Oh, the joys of a particularly cold winter. Closing my eyes, I heard the scratching. Slowly it got louder. My hand began to shake, but I kept my eyes shut. Why wasn’t I turning on the light? Why wasn’t I looking? Because there was a new sound. A tinkling, strange shaking, like a maraca full of metal instead of beans or beads.

A loud thunk against my door made me leap up. Turning on the flashlight, I managed to run to the light switch and flick it on as well. With an icy, trembling hand, I opened the door.

What I saw will never leave my mind. There was the source of my fear, the thing that had somehow invaded my home. An oddly small, waif-like creature, like a starving child with skin that was too pale. It was like a corpse dropped in water, for its skin was tinged with blue. Every vein was visible. Oh, how I wanted to gag at the sight. But it gets worse. Strategically placed in this demented creature’s flesh, long metal nails were embedded. Through the tips of its fingers and toes, sticking out of its neck and shoulders, down its chest and out of its eyes. They were everywhere. How loudly I screamed, I didn’t know. Would anyone hear it through the fog surrounding my house? Would I hear it? I couldn’t stop staring. The dried, cracking blood against that decaying flesh brought up my earlier meal, and a gushing hot river of vomit poured out of my mouth onto the ground.

I backed up as the creature took a step. Its lank hair was missing in chunks, and as it stepped closer, its feet dragged upon the floor, the nails in them making…a scratching sound. Why I had to keep my room in a state of continual chaos, I don’t know, but the mess was astounding. Of course I fell. Scrambling back, I stared in horror at the dead thing.

It didn’t move right, I realized. It didn’t just walk. Its motions were snappy and disjointed, and one foot dragged behind it while the other advanced towards me. In its hand, there was a heavy, rusted hammer, dripping with what I hope was water. It was slightly rust-colored. I couldn’t bear to see it, but in the other, there was a plastic grocery bag that sagged and poked out with the weight within it, like if someone hung a porcupine from a diaper. I felt the wall against my back. The creature moved forward; I was paralyzed with fear at the sight of it. It was so grotesque. In front of me, it stopped. I noticed the puncture marks upon its tiny calves where the nails were, and I felt a strange sense of pity.

The bag in its hand split a little, and the sight of what was within made me let out an audible, and most likely bile-scented groan. A nail jutted out. I cried out loudly as the thing pounced upon me, as I felt the first nail go into my eye, it was worse. Through the blood blocking my vision, I could see its tiny mouth pull back in a widely-toothed smile, the nails in its lips making them split and gush rotten black blood down onto me. I moaned in pain again as another nail entered my second eye. Blindly I swatted, but it was to no avail. Perhaps it would be over soon. Perhaps death would be better than being tormented by this rotten thing. But still, the nails entered. Still I cried out loudly, especially when I was dragged. I couldn’t see where, but *, it hurt.

It’s gone now, the nailed child. I don’t know where it went, but I know somewhere, it will be coming out at three o’clock. And so will I.

I think you ought to check your clock, because it looks like this bag in my hand is about to split.

I’m so excited to see you.

any want some more extra scary ones?

Well, i get scared really easily, and I just read the clown statue thing, and I am pretty sure I won't be able to sleep tonight 

juststickman wrote:

RobotKitty wrote:

The-Whiz wrote:

I think it was that one with the clown statue.

Omg that one in that magazine?

So these two parents get a clown statue for their room and put it in there. Then they have a babysitter for their two kids (A boy and girl) and they want to watch TV in their mom/dad room. So they go in and then they end up getting the babysitter (a girl lol) to cover it with a sheet. I'm not certain about the end... but the statue was a real person and yeah... how good did that work out?

EDIT: Not mine, google it? So-and-so's friend, a girl in her teens, is babysitting for a family in Newport Beach, Ca. The family is wealthy and has a very large house — you know the sort, with a ridiculous amount of rooms. Anyways, the parents are going out for a late dinner/movie. The father tells the babysitter that once the children are in bed she should go into this specific room (he doesn't really want her wandering around the house) and watch TV there.

The parents take off and soon she gets the kids into bed and goes to the room to watch TV. She tries watching TV, but she is disturbed by a clown statue in the corner of the room. She tries to ignore it for as long as possible, but it starts freaking her out so much that she can't handle it.

She resorts to calling the father and asks, "Hey, the kids are in bed, but is it okay if I switch rooms? This clown statue is really creeping me out."

The father says seriously, "Get the kids, go next door and call 911."

She asks, "What's going on?"

He responds, "Just go next door and once you call the police, call me back."

She gets the kids, goes next door, and calls the police. When the police are on the way, she calls the father back and asks, "So, really, what's going on?"

He responds, "We don't HAVE a clown statue." He then further explains that the children have been complaining about a clown watching them as they sleep. He and his wife had just blown it off, assuming that they were having nightmares.

The police arrive and apprehend the "clown," who turns out to be a midget. A midget clown! I guess he was some homeless person dressed as a clown, who somehow got into the house and had been living there for several weeks. He would come into the kids' rooms at nights and watch them while they slept. As the house was so large, he was able to avoid detection, surviving off their food, etc. He had been in the TV room right before the babysitter right came in there. When she entered he didn't have enough time to hide, so he just froze in place and pretended to be a statue.

Actually kinda funny 

it is XD