Scariest Storys!

[thexor]

 The devil was in the Mississippi River that night. You could feel it with every eddy swirling against the helm of the boat. You could hear it in every jangle of the bell. You could see it in the dim light of the lantern as it tried to pierce the swirling fog. You could sense it in the sound of the chugging engine. The devil was in the river. It was a bad night to be out in a paddleboat. But he had sworn when he set out that nothing could make him turn back.

No other pilot dared brave the Mississippi that night. They were all huddled in the tavern, gossiping. After an evening of listening to their empty boasts, he had made one himself. He knew the Mississippi River so well that he could guide his paddleboat on his run even through the thickness of the night's fog. When the other pilots heard his boast, they laughed and told him he would be back before midnight. He had grown angry at their jeers, and had sworn in front of them all that he would not turn back this night for any reason, should the Devil bar the way!

The paddle wheeler was rocking oddly under the strange eddies of the river. But he knew every turn and guided her along despite the fog. He was almost to Raccourci when he saw shore where no shore had ever been before.

He turned the boat this way and that. It could not be! The river ran straight through on this branch. He had guided his paddleboat through this place a hundred times.

But the devil must have been listening at the tavern and had heard his boast, for the Mississippi had shifted! He swore every curse he knew, and kept searching for a way through. He had vowed to complete his run without turning back and he was determined to carry out his vow. He would never go back. Never! He would stay there until daybreak, and beyond if need be.

Suddenly, the paddleboat gave a massive jerk. The engine stalled. The boat shuddered and overturned. When the fog lifted the next day, they found his paddleboat sunk to the bottom with a gaping hole in its side, and the pilot drowned.

On foggy nights, you can still hear the ring of the bell, the sound of the engine and the curses of the ghost captain trying to complete his run.

You can read a longer version of the Louisiana folktale in Spooky South by S.E. Schlosser.

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[Carly]

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You can read a longer version of the Louisiana folktale in Spooky South by S.E. Schlosser.

Lolz, that one part there kills the whole story.

[thexor]

There once was a trapper who roamed the wilds of Labrador on a sleigh pulled by eight pure white Huskies. He was a tall man, dressed in layer upon layer of animal skins, who drove his team with a terrible ferocity across the frozen tundra.

The trapper was a cruel man, and the people in the local towns did not like him, though they tolerated his company when he came to town because of the rich animal skins he brought with him. When he came to a town, the trapper would sell his skins and then drink away his money at the local tavern. When he wasn't drunk himself, the trapper assaulted the local women, picked fights with the hard-working townsmen, and tried to sell alcohol to the natives. After a few days of such behavior, the constable would toss the trapper out on his ear. Then the trapper would resume his roaming and trapping until he came to another town.

No one knows exactly how the trapper met his fate, although it was rumored that he went a little too far in his pursuit of a local innkeeper's fair wife and was shot to death by her disgruntled husband. Other folks say he lived to an old age and died out on the trail. But it swiftly became clear that death did not end the roaming of the cruel trapper.

Each winter, the trapper's ghost roams the wilds of Labrador on a sleigh pulled by eight white Huskies. They say that his spirit was refused entry into heaven and remains forever in Labrador, atoning for the many sins he committed during his lifetime by helping lost travelers find their way home. Many a weary soul has looked up from their frantic circling to see a large sleigh pulled by white dogs coming toward them. If they follow it, they are led to safety.

Once a lost trapper found himself caught in a terrible blizzard, far from the nearest town. As he sought in vain to find a place to shelter from the storm, the phantom trapper appeared with his sleigh. Animal skins flapping in the raging wind and blinding snow, the phantom tenderly lifted the nearly-frozen man, placed him among the rugs on his sleigh, and drove the dying trapper to the nearest town. The phantom carried the man right into the inn, placed him gently on a chair by the door, summoned the innkeeper to care for the man, and then vanished right before the astonished innkeeper's eyes.

[thexor]

Lolz, that one part there kills the whole story.

huh? what do you mean?

[Carly]

You can read a longer version of the Louisiana folktale in Spooky South by S.E. Schlosser.

I don't think that last bit is supposed to be part of the story.

[CAPTCHA]

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How is that scary? All it seems is that he's an ass until he dies, and then he's forced to help people.

[thexor]

How is that scary? All it seems is that he's an ass until he dies, and then he's forced to help people.

idk witch non scary snip that is

[Chriz]

creepypasta

[thexor]

  Post Yo Own Scary Storys Period!Nowso

[Chriz]

Post Yo Own Scary Storys Period!Nowso

creepypasta

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         Whenever you go to a place that you haven't been to before, be sure to assemble as many demonic talismans you can. Each location should have 700, but 34 of them are bogus. Once you have them (all, i cannot stress this enough), head to a location that nobody has returned from at a friday, as you need complete silence. Find any hidden scroll(s) that are placed with plenty of warnings. Once you have them, block all of the exits with the very heavy things from the carts that are placed next to the scrolls. Once you have that finished, go to the sixth largest room and stand in the center. Be sure it is the thirteenth day of the month. Stand in the pentagram(the upside-down star thing) that is in the center of the room. After that, read the scrolls backwards. If you encounter any rats, pay no attention, and the same goes with the red mist gathering as you chant. Once you've finished the scroll(s), a item shall appear. It will be different depending on your desires, but it should be sharp and look occult. After that, proceed to exterminate any rats in the room. Once you have that finished, attack one of the statues. Do not try to escape, as while you were chanting the room was sealed with dark red rocks that are extremely toxic to humans only(I know, how convenient) and should not be touched in any circumstances. Once you have destroyed the statue, you should see a couple of red creatures. Avoid them, as they'll leave soon enough and they are as toxic as the walls. After that, you should see a giant rat be formed from the pieces of stone from the statue. Kill it with your item of choice, which should be fairly easy to control. Now that you have that out of the way, do try to avoid the six hundred and sixty six demons that were surrounding you while you were fighting.I wrote it. :D

[Jetlok]

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tl;dr plz

[CAPTCHA]

tl;dr: You'll get owned by demons for being a complete idiot and following my directions, and there would be nothing you could do.

[Menen]

This topic is fail

[thexor]

This topic is fail

i seen you you say that to all the topic endings,,
Noob stuff Fuk You