Help D:

[Darkhawk]

Haha damn Hugums.
One afternoon, a couple was traveling on by car when at a far distance they saw a woman in the middle of the road, waving frantically.

The wife told her husband to keep on driving because it might be too dangerous, but the husband decided to pass by slowly so he wouldn’t stay with the doubt on his mind of what might have happened and the chances of anyone being hurt. As they got closer, they noticed a woman with cuts and bruises on her face as well as on her arms. They then decide to stop and see if they could be of any help.

The cut and bruised woman was begging for help telling them that she had been in a car accident and that her husband and son, a new born baby, were still inside the car which was in a deep ditch. She told them that the husband was already dead but that her baby seemed to still be alive.

The husband that was traveling decided to get down and try to rescue the baby and he asked the hurt woman to stay with his wife inside the their car. When he got down he noticed two people in the front seats of the car but he didn’t pay any importance to it and took out the baby quickly and got up to take the baby to it’s mother. When he got up, he didn’t see the mother anywhere so he asked his wife where she had gone. She told him that the woman followed him back to the crashed car.

When the husband went back to look for her, he noticed that clearly the couple in the front seats were dead, one of whom was unmistakeably the woman who had flagged them down.

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[MasterCookie]

My friend told me this one so I have to re-write it from memory.

One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.
His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.
He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.
She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "No." He was devastated.
When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "No." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.
The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "No." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.
Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.


The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up.
He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.

So for every dead person, she holds up more fingers? What happends when it gets to 11?

[Daedalus]

So for every dead person, she holds up more fingers? What happends when it gets to 11?

She uses a toe.

[Hugums]

The Tell Tale Heart.  'Nuff said.
Although it's more creepy than it is scary.

The black cat was scarier if you ask me

[Sabbin]

This one guy, like... went into this one place and like... died.

[Darkhawk]

This one guy, like... went into this one place and like... died.

I just shat a brick.

[superslayer]

This one guy, like... went into this one place and like... died.

wow thats deep man, deep

[Hugums]

Blueberries
He smashed the dark oak desk into shards of stray wood strewn about the chamber with his sledgehammer. He couldn't eat the whole thing in one bite.
As the veins in his eyes pulsed and his teeth ground for individual superiority over the others, he tried to think of something that didn't involve what the guard outside the heavy door was going to watch him eat through the bulletproof glass.
"Blueberries, they're nice, I remember blueberries. The best ones came from the big bushes outside the McCoy house in Michigan. I'm going to eat a desk for a crime I didn't commit. Blueberries."
He laid his hammer down, sat on the floor, and stared for a few minutes at the wall. He eventually picked up a dime-sized chip of wood. He held his nose and opened his mouth wide.
"This is a blueberry. This is a McCoy blueberry. They'd always be happy to give me their blueberries, and this is one of them."
As he swallowed it whole, he gagged as he felt the edges of the chip cut the lining of his throat. He forced it into his stomach. The back of his mouth became sour with little drops of blood.
"That was a blueberry, a very sweet blueberry, picked at just the right time. I probably liked it."
He choked down more chips. More blood came up, and nausea set in from the wood and its varnish. He couldn't throw up; then he would have to start over.
He got to his feet and raised the sledgehammer high above his head to make more of these pieces out of the bigger ones.
"I love blueberries, I'm going to eat a lot of blueberries."
The door flung open, and before he could say anything, the guard took his hammer and slammed the door.
"Well, it looks like I'm going to be eating big blueberries."
He sat on the floor and grabbed a foot-long length of splintered oak. He tried to break it, but it would only break in half.
He pointed his face at the florescent light on the ceiling and opened his mouth wide.
"This is a blueberry. I know it looks nothing like a blueberry, but it is. I'm a sword swallower, I can eat a sword, a sword made out of blueberries."
He nudged the wood past the opening of his throat. He felt it scrape, he felt it slide, gently, gently, gently.
"This is a blueberry. It doesn't taste like one, but it probably is."
He felt his mouth water, and in doing so he gagged. He couldn't breathe. He tried to pull the wood out of his throat but the edges were caught on the inside of him.
With a long scream saturated by his torn throat, he ripped the stick out and threw it to the other side of the chamber. His mouth was a fountain of saliva and blood. His esophagus might as well have been on fire with the pain.
He turned his head, and saw a sturdy board that made the surface of the desk. He only split it in half with the hammer.
"That is no blueberry."

[Fire paw]

This one guy, like... went into this one place and like... died.

Im scared D:

[Sabbin]

Blueberries
He smashed the dark oak desk into shards of stray wood strewn about the chamber with his sledgehammer. He couldn't eat the whole thing in one bite.
As the veins in his eyes pulsed and his teeth ground for individual superiority over the others, he tried to think of something that didn't involve what the guard outside the heavy door was going to watch him eat through the bulletproof glass.
"Blueberries, they're nice, I remember blueberries. The best ones came from the big bushes outside the McCoy house in Michigan. I'm going to eat a desk for a crime I didn't commit. Blueberries."
He laid his hammer down, sat on the floor, and stared for a few minutes at the wall. He eventually picked up a dime-sized chip of wood. He held his nose and opened his mouth wide.
"This is a blueberry. This is a McCoy blueberry. They'd always be happy to give me their blueberries, and this is one of them."
As he swallowed it whole, he gagged as he felt the edges of the chip cut the lining of his throat. He forced it into his stomach. The back of his mouth became sour with little drops of blood.
"That was a blueberry, a very sweet blueberry, picked at just the right time. I probably liked it."
He choked down more chips. More blood came up, and nausea set in from the wood and its varnish. He couldn't throw up; then he would have to start over.
He got to his feet and raised the sledgehammer high above his head to make more of these pieces out of the bigger ones.
"I love blueberries, I'm going to eat a lot of blueberries."
The door flung open, and before he could say anything, the guard took his hammer and slammed the door.
"Well, it looks like I'm going to be eating big blueberries."
He sat on the floor and grabbed a foot-long length of splintered oak. He tried to break it, but it would only break in half.
He pointed his face at the florescent light on the ceiling and opened his mouth wide.
"This is a blueberry. I know it looks nothing like a blueberry, but it is. I'm a sword swallower, I can eat a sword, a sword made out of blueberries."
He nudged the wood past the opening of his throat. He felt it scrape, he felt it slide, gently, gently, gently.
"This is a blueberry. It doesn't taste like one, but it probably is."
He felt his mouth water, and in doing so he gagged. He couldn't breathe. He tried to pull the wood out of his throat but the edges were caught on the inside of him.
With a long scream saturated by his torn throat, he ripped the stick out and threw it to the other side of the chamber. His mouth was a fountain of saliva and blood. His esophagus might as well have been on fire with the pain.
He turned his head, and saw a sturdy board that made the surface of the desk. He only split it in half with the hammer.
"That is no blueberry."

And then he like... died.

[Meekl]

-words-

I don't get it.

[JJA0]

God crazy blueberries are made of wood.

[Hugums]

Never tell your password to anyone.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010
9:32 PM - Zenloth: A guy came home, and he found out a power surge had destroyed his computer and fried his hard drive!   One scareh story for you
9:40 PM - Hugums: :O
9:40 PM - Zenloth: Scary stuff

[Makingblah]

well my finger was in my bum then a ghost raped me lol

[Sabbin]

Guys, I have another.


This dude, like... went to the store and bought some stuff.

When he got home he found himself dead on the kitchen floor.