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samurai768 wrote:

Can someone post an ACTUALLY scary story? I keep checking back here and... nothing :C

Dude

ProgrammingPro01 wrote:

there once was an ugly barnicle. He was so ugly, that everyone died. The end

Scary huh? 

So scary!

There was a user named animeboy975

he was so awesome

everyone died

the end

owetre18 wrote:

imnotbob wrote:

samurai768 wrote:

Can someone post an ACTUALLY scary story? I keep checking back here and... nothing :C

Dude

ProgrammingPro01 wrote:

there once was an ugly barnicle. He was so ugly, that everyone died. The end

Scary huh? 

So scary!

your sarcasm didn't help at all! (staying on the spongebob)

Ugh, now I REALLY regret making my username spongebob123 

THIS IS NOT A CREEPYPASTA.
It is based on a real story.

Once there was a boy called Ryan, his family had just moved into a new house. It was a really nice building, built in the 1800s and still as elegant as the day it was built. It's no surprise that it sold quickly in the housing market. The Charlesworth family were proud of their new home & eagerly began unpacking their things.
'Home sweet home!' Ryan's mum chirped, as she turned the key in the lock.
Pushing open the door, something immediately did not seem right. Not right at all.
The whole house was filled with the sound of Fur Elise, a Beethoven piano piece Ryan recognised immediately. But... the house was empty, and there was no record player. Not that that mattered, thee music was being played straight from a grand piano; the great echoing notes filling the hallway made it obvious.
'Mom? Where's that music coming from?' Ryan's sister Trinity cried, clinging to her teddy bear.
Now Ryan was fearless: he trudged up the stairs, searching out the source of the eerie melody. It was coming from the attic. He could hear his mother calling him back, but he ignored her cries & climbed the ladder into the roof.
Feeling his way, he groped the ground, searching around for a lightswitch; but found only a dim torch abandoned on the floor. Clicking it on, a beam of yellow light illuminated a few odd broken tables, chests and in the corner, an overturned broken grand piano. The music had stopped as soon as he put on the light.
There's no way a piano can play itself. Especially not a broken one with skewiff keys & a cracked lid...
A sudden chill ran up Ryan's spine. He quickly descended the ladder into the attic and hurried to tell his mother & sister what he had seen.
They shrugged Ryan's comments off & said it was all in their minds; they'd simply got lost in the magic of their new house & their imaginations were overreacting.

'Night, mom,' Ryan yelled as he lay warm wrapped in his duvet. Slowly... he drifted off to sleep...
...
What? Ryan wondered. He could feel something warm grasping his hand, his eyes were shut tight & the house was silent but he could feel ghostly fingers intertwined with his. He could hear a faint whisper, in a beautiful smooth voice: 'Ryan, my name is Alice. Do not be afraid, do not be afraid of me...'
Ryan awoke shaking & confused. It must have been a dream> A vivid one at that...
And so he rolled over & dozed off again.
There Ryan was, walking hand in hand with a shy, mysterious girl. She was dressed in a traditional Victorian dress, a bonnet on over her long, silky black hair. Still young, her body was small & fragile, yet shapely & beautiful. Her peaches & cream complexion shone in the moonlight, and her voice was quiet as she whispered in Ryan's ear: 'My name is Alice. There's a photo of me inside my old piano. I used to play it, back when I lived in your house.' And just as Ryan lent in to kiss her...
'RYAN! Wake up, it's Saturday!' Trinity screamed, bursting into her brother's room. His blissful dream ended just as he was about to kiss his dream girlfriend.
Stumbling out of bed, Ryan ignored his family and once again made his way up to the attic. Taking the torch from the day before, he shone the light on the piano and pulled off the lid; feeling around inside. Eventually his hand found a hard object inside the piano; he grabbed it and blew away the dust.
Ryan let out a gasp as he examined the photo inside the gnarled wooden frame: it was a small girl, with long dark hair tumbling past her shoulders, dark eyes and Victorian clothing; sitting at the very piano that was lying in front him.
It was as if the girl in the photo was staring right out of the picture into his eyes. Below the girl there was a note on hasty handwriting 'Alice Drew, 1866-1880. Suicide'.
Ryan's vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes.
At that exact moment, Ryan felt a hand on his shoulder & a soft whisper in his ear: 'I love you, Ryan. If I was alive, I wouldchrish your company even more than I do now. Never leave me, Ryan Charlesworth. Just because I am no longer alive does not mean we cannot be together.'
All through that day, Ryan talked excitedly about his new girlfiriend, and how she was beautiful & a piano virtuoso.
'She's so talented,' he gushed.
The moment he mentioned the fact that Alice was a ghost, his parents gasped and went to the local church to summon an exorcist. The local priest agreed to cleanse their house later that day, much to the horror of poor Ryan. No matter how much he protested, his parents still told him that he was insane, dating a girl long dead from the 1800s.
In the space of an hour, all that was left of Alice was the faded photo on the rotten wood frame.

2 weeks later, out of desparation and despair at having been separated from the love of his life, Ryan hung himself from the stairs, just as Alice Drew had done over 200 years before.
That way, they could be together forever.

The young lovers still haunt that house to this day, Alice practicing her piano playing every evening, and Ryan's ghost gazing dreamily out of the window, his shadowy silhouette visible only to those who believe in true love and in fate.


Not scary, but oh well. XD

Last edited by The_Dancing_Donut (2011-10-20 17:32:13)

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

THIS IS NOT A CREEPYPASTA.
It is based on a real story.

Once there was a boy called Ryan, his family had just moved into a new house. It was a really nice building, built in the 1800s and still as elegant as the day it was built. It's no surprise that it sold quickly in the housing market. The Charlesworth family were proud of their new home & eagerly began unpacking their things.
'Home sweet home!' Ryan's mum chirped, as she turned the key in the lock.
Pushing open the door, something immediately did not seem right. Not right at all.
The whole house was filled with the sound of Fur Elise, a Beethoven piano piece Ryan recognised immediately. But... the house was empty, and there was no record player. Not that that mattered, thee music was being played straight from a grand piano; the great echoing notes filling the hallway made it obvious.
'Mom? Where's that music coming from?' Ryan's sister Trinity cried, clinging to her teddy bear.
Now Ryan was fearless: he trudged up the stairs, searching out the source of the eerie melody. It was coming from the attic. He could hear his mother calling him back, but he ignored her cries & climbed the ladder into the roof.
Feeling his way, he groped the ground, searching around for a lightswitch; but found only a dim torch abandoned on the floor. Clicking it on, a beam of yellow light illuminated a few odd broken tables, chests and in the corner, an overturned broken grand piano. The music had stopped as soon as he put on the light.
There's no way a piano can play itself. Especially not a broken one with skewiff keys & a cracked lid...
A sudden chill ran up Ryan's spine. He quickly descended the ladder into the attic and hurried to tell his mother & sister what he had seen.
They shrugged Ryan's comments off & said it was all in their minds; they'd simply got lost in the magic of their new house & their imaginations were overreacting.

'Night, mom,' Ryan yelled as he lay warm wrapped in his duvet. Slowly... he drifted off to sleep...
...
What? Ryan wondered. He could feel something warm grasping his hand, his eyes were shut tight & the house was silent but he could feel ghostly fingers intertwined with his. He could hear a faint whisper, in a beautiful smooth voice: 'Ryan, my name is Alice. Do not be afraid, do not be afraid of me...'
Ryan awoke shaking & confused. It must have been a dream> A vivid one at that...
And so he rolled over & dozed off again.
There Ryan was, walking hand in hand with a shy, mysterious girl. She was dressed in a traditional Victorian dress, a bonnet on over her long, silky black hair. Still young, her body was small & fragile, yet shapely & beautiful. Her peaches & cream complexion shone in the moonlight, and her voice was quiet as she whispered in Ryan's ear: 'My name is Alice. There's a photo of me inside my old piano. I used to play it, back when I lived in your house.' And just as Ryan lent in to kiss her...
'RYAN! Wake up, it's Saturday!' Trinity screamed, bursting into her brother's room. His blissful dream ended just as he was about to kiss his dream girlfriend.
Stumbling out of bed, Ryan ignored his family and once again made his way up to the attic. Taking the torch from the day before, he shone the light on the piano and pulled off the lid; feeling around inside. Eventually his hand found a hard object inside the piano; he grabbed it and blew away the dust.
Ryan let out a gasp as he examined the photo inside the gnarled wooden frame: it was a small girl, with long dark hair tumblimg past her shoulders, dark eyes and Victorian clothing; sitting at the very piano that was lying in front of a terrified Ryan.
It was as if the girl in the photo was staring right out of the picture into his eyes. Below the girl there was a note on hasty handwriting 'Alice Drew, 1866-1880. Suicide'.
Ryan's vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes.


I'll continue if I get any feedback asking for more ^^

Good story.

Last edited by Animeboy975 (2011-10-20 17:27:25)

Done. Feedback? ^^ There ya go imnotbob :3

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

Done. Feedback? ^^ There ya go imnotbob :3

LOVE ITTTTTT

bananaman114 wrote:

P-Cupcake wrote:

Once, there was a user named P-Cupcake.
He hacked Scratch, found everyone's address, and then he ate them.
the end. 

(i can't hack for nuts.)

not true
I'm inside you now
slowly detereorating

You're in here too?!

Never Leave The Neighborhood

So, i am a 11 year old boy who lives in a neighborhood out by country. I trick or treat at every house there, and always go back. There is this creepy path at the end of the neighborhood that people have been down and never left.

Well, I've done it.

More Later.

Last edited by Animeboy975 (2011-10-22 07:30:32)

samurai768 wrote:

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

THIS IS NOT A CREEPYPASTA.
It is based on a real story.

Once there was a boy called Ryan, his family had just moved into a new house. It was a really nice building, built in the 1800s and still as elegant as the day it was built. It's no surprise that it sold quickly in the housing market. The Charlesworth family were proud of their new home & eagerly began unpacking their things.
'Home sweet home!' Ryan's mum chirped, as she turned the key in the lock.
Pushing open the door, something immediately did not seem right. Not right at all.
The whole house was filled with the sound of Fur Elise, a Beethoven piano piece Ryan recognised immediately. But... the house was empty, and there was no record player. Not that that mattered, thee music was being played straight from a grand piano; the great echoing notes filling the hallway made it obvious.
'Mom? Where's that music coming from?' Ryan's sister Trinity cried, clinging to her teddy bear.
Now Ryan was fearless: he trudged up the stairs, searching out the source of the eerie melody. It was coming from the attic. He could hear his mother calling him back, but he ignored her cries & climbed the ladder into the roof.
Feeling his way, he groped the ground, searching around for a lightswitch; but found only a dim torch abandoned on the floor. Clicking it on, a beam of yellow light illuminated a few odd broken tables, chests and in the corner, an overturned broken grand piano. The music had stopped as soon as he put on the light.
There's no way a piano can play itself. Especially not a broken one with skewiff keys & a cracked lid...
A sudden chill ran up Ryan's spine. He quickly descended the ladder into the attic and hurried to tell his mother & sister what he had seen.
They shrugged Ryan's comments off & said it was all in their minds; they'd simply got lost in the magic of their new house & their imaginations were overreacting.

'Night, mom,' Ryan yelled as he lay warm wrapped in his duvet. Slowly... he drifted off to sleep...
...
What? Ryan wondered. He could feel something warm grasping his hand, his eyes were shut tight & the house was silent but he could feel ghostly fingers intertwined with his. He could hear a faint whisper, in a beautiful smooth voice: 'Ryan, my name is Alice. Do not be afraid, do not be afraid of me...'
Ryan awoke shaking & confused. It must have been a dream> A vivid one at that...
And so he rolled over & dozed off again.
There Ryan was, walking hand in hand with a shy, mysterious girl. She was dressed in a traditional Victorian dress, a bonnet on over her long, silky black hair. Still young, her body was small & fragile, yet shapely & beautiful. Her peaches & cream complexion shone in the moonlight, and her voice was quiet as she whispered in Ryan's ear: 'My name is Alice. There's a photo of me inside my old piano. I used to play it, back when I lived in your house.' And just as Ryan lent in to kiss her...
'RYAN! Wake up, it's Saturday!' Trinity screamed, bursting into her brother's room. His blissful dream ended just as he was about to kiss his dream girlfriend.
Stumbling out of bed, Ryan ignored his family and once again made his way up to the attic. Taking the torch from the day before, he shone the light on the piano and pulled off the lid; feeling around inside. Eventually his hand found a hard object inside the piano; he grabbed it and blew away the dust.
Ryan let out a gasp as he examined the photo inside the gnarled wooden frame: it was a small girl, with long dark hair tumbling past her shoulders, dark eyes and Victorian clothing; sitting at the very piano that was lying in front him.
It was as if the girl in the photo was staring right out of the picture into his eyes. Below the girl there was a note on hasty handwriting 'Alice Drew, 1866-1880. Suicide'.
Ryan's vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes.
At that exact moment, Ryan felt a hand on his shoulder & a soft whisper in his ear: 'I love you, Ryan. If I was alive, I wouldchrish your company even more than I do now. Never leave me, Ryan Charlesworth. Just because I am no longer alive does not mean we cannot be together.'
All through that day, Ryan talked excitedly about his new girlfiriend, and how she was beautiful & a piano virtuoso.
'She's so talented,' he gushed.
The moment he mentioned the fact that Alice was a ghost, his parents gasped and went to the local church to summon an exorcist. The local priest agreed to cleanse their house later that day, much to the horror of poor Ryan. No matter how much he protested, his parents still told him that he was insane, dating a girl long dead from the 1800s.
In the space of an hour, all that was left of Alice was the faded photo on the rotten wood frame.

2 weeks later, out of desparation and despair at having been separated from the love of his life, Ryan hung himself from the stairs, just as Alice Drew had done over 200 years before.
That way, they could be together forever.

The young lovers still haunt that house to this day, Alice practicing her piano playing every evening, and Ryan's ghost gazing dreamily out of the window, his shadowy silhouette visible only to those who believe in true love and in fate.


Not scary, but oh well. XD

Aww! That's like a cute halloween story. I like it 

Aww, thanks    It's not scary, but hey 

@imnotbob & P-Cupcake - Naww, thanks :3 It was hard to type up with a broken E key ;_;

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

THIS IS NOT A CREEPYPASTA.
It is based on a real story.

Once there was a boy called Ryan, his family had just moved into a new house. It was a really nice building, built in the 1800s and still as elegant as the day it was built. It's no surprise that it sold quickly in the housing market. The Charlesworth family were proud of their new home & eagerly began unpacking their things.
'Home sweet home!' Ryan's mum chirped, as she turned the key in the lock.
Pushing open the door, something immediately did not seem right. Not right at all.
The whole house was filled with the sound of Fur Elise, a Beethoven piano piece Ryan recognised immediately. But... the house was empty, and there was no record player. Not that that mattered, thee music was being played straight from a grand piano; the great echoing notes filling the hallway made it obvious.
'Mom? Where's that music coming from?' Ryan's sister Trinity cried, clinging to her teddy bear.
Now Ryan was fearless: he trudged up the stairs, searching out the source of the eerie melody. It was coming from the attic. He could hear his mother calling him back, but he ignored her cries & climbed the ladder into the roof.
Feeling his way, he groped the ground, searching around for a lightswitch; but found only a dim torch abandoned on the floor. Clicking it on, a beam of yellow light illuminated a few odd broken tables, chests and in the corner, an overturned broken grand piano. The music had stopped as soon as he put on the light.
There's no way a piano can play itself. Especially not a broken one with skewiff keys & a cracked lid...
A sudden chill ran up Ryan's spine. He quickly descended the ladder into the attic and hurried to tell his mother & sister what he had seen.
They shrugged Ryan's comments off & said it was all in their minds; they'd simply got lost in the magic of their new house & their imaginations were overreacting.

'Night, mom,' Ryan yelled as he lay warm wrapped in his duvet. Slowly... he drifted off to sleep...
...
What? Ryan wondered. He could feel something warm grasping his hand, his eyes were shut tight & the house was silent but he could feel ghostly fingers intertwined with his. He could hear a faint whisper, in a beautiful smooth voice: 'Ryan, my name is Alice. Do not be afraid, do not be afraid of me...'
Ryan awoke shaking & confused. It must have been a dream> A vivid one at that...
And so he rolled over & dozed off again.
There Ryan was, walking hand in hand with a shy, mysterious girl. She was dressed in a traditional Victorian dress, a bonnet on over her long, silky black hair. Still young, her body was small & fragile, yet shapely & beautiful. Her peaches & cream complexion shone in the moonlight, and her voice was quiet as she whispered in Ryan's ear: 'My name is Alice. There's a photo of me inside my old piano. I used to play it, back when I lived in your house.' And just as Ryan lent in to kiss her...
'RYAN! Wake up, it's Saturday!' Trinity screamed, bursting into her brother's room. His blissful dream ended just as he was about to kiss his dream girlfriend.
Stumbling out of bed, Ryan ignored his family and once again made his way up to the attic. Taking the torch from the day before, he shone the light on the piano and pulled off the lid; feeling around inside. Eventually his hand found a hard object inside the piano; he grabbed it and blew away the dust.
Ryan let out a gasp as he examined the photo inside the gnarled wooden frame: it was a small girl, with long dark hair tumbling past her shoulders, dark eyes and Victorian clothing; sitting at the very piano that was lying in front him.
It was as if the girl in the photo was staring right out of the picture into his eyes. Below the girl there was a note on hasty handwriting 'Alice Drew, 1866-1880. Suicide'.
Ryan's vision blurred as tears welled in his eyes.
At that exact moment, Ryan felt a hand on his shoulder & a soft whisper in his ear: 'I love you, Ryan. If I was alive, I wouldchrish your company even more than I do now. Never leave me, Ryan Charlesworth. Just because I am no longer alive does not mean we cannot be together.'
All through that day, Ryan talked excitedly about his new girlfiriend, and how she was beautiful & a piano virtuoso.
'She's so talented,' he gushed.
The moment he mentioned the fact that Alice was a ghost, his parents gasped and went to the local church to summon an exorcist. The local priest agreed to cleanse their house later that day, much to the horror of poor Ryan. No matter how much he protested, his parents still told him that he was insane, dating a girl long dead from the 1800s.
In the space of an hour, all that was left of Alice was the faded photo on the rotten wood frame.

2 weeks later, out of desparation and despair at having been separated from the love of his life, Ryan hung himself from the stairs, just as Alice Drew had done over 200 years before.
That way, they could be together forever.

The young lovers still haunt that house to this day, Alice practicing her piano playing every evening, and Ryan's ghost gazing dreamily out of the window, his shadowy silhouette visible only to those who believe in true love and in fate.


Not scary, but oh well. XD

Great story    It's kinda creepy though... a 14 year old driven to the point of suicide    I wish I could write like that- I'm not really good at "scary stories," but I'll try my hand at that.

Also, a few (alright, 2) questions- how is Alice a "piano virtuoso" if all she plays in the story is merely "Fur Elise?" (It's not really a virtuoso piece...) And a self-playing piano isn't really surprising. It might have been a mechanical piano roll reproduction of some playing or a MIDI system installed into the piano. Example: http://www.scratch.mit.edu/ext/youtube/?v=Ikw6m6ugNBk&feature=channel_video_title

GarSkutherGirl wrote:

This JUST happened. e^e

I built a better GLaDOS papercraft. (Portal 2 form) I was singing Still Alive because I was bored. And the papercraft moved.

IT'S ALIVE!! D:

Heck, it just happened again! >:C