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#1 2010-10-09 13:33:14
Creepy Stories
Since it's October, I figured we could get into Halloween mood by telling creepy stories (hence, the title... ._. if you haven't worked that out yet I don't know). I love creepy stories.
Anyway, you can tell any story as long as it isn't too violent or graphic or anything. They can be ones that really happened, or you heard or made up. They can have freaky, disappointing, or funny endings.
Mine is called The Caller. I read it in a book and I'm trying to reproduce it best I can rememember it.
Twelve-year-old Lindsay Hamilton's Aunt Margaret had died, and Aunt Margaret was the only one who was still and quiet at her own funeral. Lindsay tried hard to, but she couldn't stop wiggling her finger in the air to see the diamond ring Margaret had left her glitter in the sun.
Her little brothers Luke and Larry wouldn't stop fooling around. They didn't even try to listen to the minister. Her parents caused a commotion when Mr. Hamilton's cellphone went missing.
Only Margaret was still and quiet.
That night Lindsay was having a sleepover with Noel and Candice when she got a phone call. The Caller ID was her Dad's. "Just a sec," she said to her friends, and picked up. "Hi?" she said. "Dad, you found your cellphone?"
"No, Lindy girl. This is your Aunt Margaret."
Oh, now she knew what had happened. Lindsay snapped the phone shut. "Luke stole my Dad's phone," she explained. "He's impersonating the ghost of my aunt." She laughed and made OooWOOO noises.
Noel giggled.
Candice said, "Great idea... let's tell ghost stories."
"No," Lindsay said quickly.
Noel made a sound in the back of her throat. "Don't be a wuss."
Before Lindsay could think up a suitable reply, the phone rang again. She sighed and answered: "Hello, Hamilton residence."
"It's me again, Lindy. Why did you hang up?" It must be Luke again.
Lindsay smirked at her friends and put it on speakerphone. "Aunt Margaret?" she said in a thin, pathetic voice. "It's really you?"
Candice grinned and rolled her eyes.
"Yes, it's really me. I miss you. You always loved me best," said the person on the phone.
"Wrong," Lindsay said in the same pathetic voice. "You smelled like tuna and your breath stank when you kissed me. I was only nice to get this cool ring." She wiggled her finger at Candice and Noel. They clapped their hands over their mouths.
Silence on the line.
"So thanks for the ring! Good-bye, Aunt Margaret!" She hung up.
Her friends howled with laughter. "That'll show Luke!" said Candice.
Suddenly, Noel got a call. She said, "Hello-o-o." Then her face went white. "What? Is he okay?" Then, "But how can you not be sure?" She then muttered, "Okay."
"What?" Lindsay and Candice said.
"Candice, you and me have to go home," said Noel. "Dad's in a car accident!"
Noel and Candice packed up and left, leaving Lindsay alone in the dark. She got another phone call. "What?" she said tiredly, not checking the number.
"Lindsay, I am very disappointed in you."
"Whatever."
"You don't deserve my ring. I'm coming back to get it." Click. Whoever it was had ended the call.
At midnight, Lindsay woke up to a thump on the stairs. "One, two, I'm coming for you," said her father's voice. What?
"Three, four, better lock the door." Larry's voice. Lindsay had already locked it and lay huddled in bed.
"Five, six, seven, eight, it's too late!" yelled Aunt Margaret's voice.
"I'm sorry!" Lindsay shouted, starting to cry.
"Ha, ha!" yelled Luke's voice. "Wait til Larry finds out I made you cry!"
Lindsay was furious. She ran over and flung open the door.
But it wasn't Luke who held Dad's phone in a muddy hand.
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#3 2010-10-11 07:51:59
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No, it wasn't. Dad was pulling a prank on Lindsay! Hahaha! Just kidding.
Mine is called The Skeleton Train.
Balloon Amusement Park has just opened, featuring giant rollercoasters and swinging pirate ships 10 meters high. But amongst all the supposedly dangerous rides, the Happy Train ride stood there. Of course, nobody ever went on it, as to go into the Amusement Park you had to be 16 or over, and which teenager would ever want to go? But there was one thing about it-apparently, it was haunted. The person who built it had 2 children, and they got killed when he was testing out the Happy Train, in a freak accident. The rumor was that they still haunted the tunnel which the Happy Train went true. Nobody ever went on a ride, so nobody could confirm the rumors. Until one day, a teenager went on the ride, with a video camera to prove his story. As he went into the tunnel, his friends all swore that they saw a white hand flash out and grab the back of the Happy Train. But nobody could confirm this. All they knew was that when he came out, he was a skeleton.
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#4 2010-10-11 14:30:56
- The_Dancing_Donut
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It wa a normal day. Well, it was Opening Evening at Kiera's school. She had signed up to help out 3 days before and was busy setting up tables and preparing books. In 15 minutes, the prospective parents and pupils would be showing up.
Teachers busied themselves, standing at the mirrors in the toilets doing make-up; practicing their carefully-applied social smiles.
Soon after, parents soon began to filter into the school, and classrooms; while the teachers looked on, gurning and simpering in doorways. Tired, Kiera sat down on a chair in the French Block, introducing parents to the classrooms and handing out leaflets. A sudden rush of cool air suddenly took her by surprise, and she shuddered. Turning around, she saw that the windows were...closed. What? It was wind, and you don't get wind indoors. Anxious, Kiera tried to avert her eyes, and mind. Yet, there was something wrong. It felt as if someone had placed their hand on her shoulder. She shook the hand away, and felt her shoulder. Her heart was racing. There was nothing there; yet she could still feel the hand. The parents were engaging in a talk about classes and French lessons. There wasjust her, sitting on a flimsy plastic chair in the dusty corner of a classroom. Something is wrong. She knows it.
She hums a song to herself, trying to concentrate on something. The hand is there, pressing her down, into the ground, she's sinking, sinking, yet she can't scream, she's choked up, she can't breathe, there's no air, air, air...
Kiera's body was discovered, slumped in the chair. The only sign of murder weapons were a rubber band, a foam cup and a piece of string tied to her toe.
Nobody can work out what happened. Can you? 
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#5 2010-10-12 04:46:35
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Yes I can. There was ghost who was holding a foam cup which is tied by a rubber band, and inside it is a piece of string. The ghost kills her and ties the string to her toe. Doing so, he drops the cup and the band.
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#6 2010-10-12 09:52:56
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No creppy halloween stories 
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#7 2010-10-12 13:19:55
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helltank wrote:
Yes I can. There was ghost who was holding a foam cup which is tied by a rubber band, and inside it is a piece of string. The ghost kills her and ties the string to her toe. Doing so, he drops the cup and the band.
DING DING! Good answer ^_^
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#8 2010-10-12 13:23:42
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Re: Creepy Stories
Why were there mirrors in the toilet? And why were people standing in the toilets?
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#9 2010-10-12 13:39:30
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Blade-Edge wrote:
Why were there mirrors in the toilet? And why were people standing in the toilets?
At our school, in the girls loos there are mirrors above the sink so you can check your hair/makeup while washing your hands. I guess boys don't get mirrors! 
And girls are always on their phones in the toilets too. And chatting while avoiding wet toilet paper that drops off the ceiling. Last week the boys loos got set on fire lol!! 
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#10 2010-10-12 20:40:12
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Will I be banned if I post something true, very disturbing, and a bit graphic?
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#13 2010-11-04 21:47:56
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LOL I guess I have to come up with one a WHOLE year later XD (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON'T FLAG, TAKE IT DOWN, OR EDIT THIS D: this took me a long time and alot of though DX)
"We have to run!" Alice mumbled to her magical bunny doll. "There's no escape, you can't run, goodnight Alice, goodnight!" said a hoard of horrible monsters ready to devour her soul. "WAKE UP WAKE UP!" Alice jumped out of her bed screaming like a banshee. "I think you broke my eardrum..." her twin brother said ever so angrily. Her face turned white of embarassment and without a word went downstairs with her bunny doll in hand. "Why good morning Alice," her mother said, "we've been waiting for you..." her face turned blood red and transformed into a blood oozing zombie. Alice was in shock and couldn't move, the horror of her mother turning into a zombie, her brother now with a knife in his hand trying to kill his sister, what horrible luck for Alice. Her bunny started to rattle and move and jumped out of her hand. "Follow me, we must leave!" her bunny said pulling Alice out the door. For the world had changed into a dark vast gloomy wonderland full of death and pain that no one could escape... except for Alice. "Welcome to Wonderland." the bunny said putting on a top hat. "I shall help you escape into the real world, where flowers bloom and lush green trees grow. "BRAIIINNNSSSS!!!" A zombie hoard was gaining on them, what a grotesque way to die! The blood oozed from their veins with every slow step they took with their bloody teeth ready to gnaw on the flesh of the living. "We're dead DEAD DEAD DEAD!!!" scream Alice in fear of the gory zombies, not knowing her bunny was transforming into a weapon. "Grab my arm!" said the bunny, transformed with metal spikes growing all around his body, "Swing me around and knock the zombies down before it's too late!" Alice, not a very war-like person, daintly grabbed the hare's arm and struck a zombie in the head. Maroon puddles lay around as Alice charged the zombies. With every swing the ground was covered in blood, not revealing the gravel that lay underneath, leaving a fresh coat of dark red on top. The undead bodies lay there as the cold murderer fled as far as she could from them, carrieng a wicked smirk on her face, for she had changed since that battle, filled with madness and deranged feelings inside. For we never know if Alice escaped or not, some say we are the children of Alice, and that we have a bit of Alice inside all of us. Or maybe she's still out there, waiting for the right time to come to the real world again, or maybe you're Alice. You never know...
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