Author Topic: scary stories  (Read 96057 times)

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what happens? i have the .gif stored to my computer and I'm trying to figure out what the hell pops up


Here's mine...

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Jesus Christ that sent chills down my spine.

Jesus Christ that sent chills down my spine.



did i make it worse? >:3

So this couple is sleeping, and they own a big German Shepard. One night, the wife feels a lump under the bed. She asks her husband the check, and he sticks his hand under his bed, and feels a tongue licking it. He Tells his wife, and they dismiss it. The next morning, they wake up, and the dog is hung in the bathtub with a slit throat, everything of value in their house is gone, and, written in lipstick on the mirror is: "Humans can lick too."

A house.
A cow.
A girl
A zombie.
A llama
A knife

A house.
A cow.
A girl
A zombie.
A llama
A knife

What is this I don't even.

What is this I don't even.
That's not supposed to mean anything.

And that story with that dog is old. People already posted it at least 2 times on this topic.


oh
If you would have read the first two pages you would know that...

If you would have read the first two pages you would know that...

<3

>:(

The Closet

I had moved into a house, a long time ago. People had told me not to look into a certain closet. They said it was hidden by the last owner, so I lived normally. One day, though, The paint started chipping away. After a long time, I saw the outline of a door. The story had left my brain, so I really didn't know, all I knew was that a man had killed someone. I opened the door a crack one day, and I saw an eye. The next day I peeked, and I say some hair. The day after that, I saw a stomach. On the last day, I invited some friends over to open the door. I decided that it was a middle-aged, overweight girl. We opened it, and out plopped... A COW



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>:(

The Closet

I had moved into a house, a long time ago. People had told me not to look into a certain closet. They said it was hidden by the last owner, so I lived normally. One day, though, The paint started chipping away. After a long time, I saw the outline of a door. The story had left my brain, so I really didn't know, all I knew was that a man had killed someone. I opened the door a crack one day, and I saw an eye. The next day I peeked, and I say some hair. The day after that, I saw a stomach. On the last day, I invited some friends over to open the door. I decided that it was a middle-aged, overweight girl. We opened it, and out plopped... A COW



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Meh. Until the "cow" part it's a bit like a shortened, not so well (but still okay) written story...

I made it all up

-^.^- cow


I have a good one, I'll tell what I can remember.

   There was a man who was staying in a hotel for a few days. When he had checked in, the person at the front desk had warned him not to go to close a specific room. He decided to be brave one day, and peeked through the keyhole. All he saw was red. He looked in again, and he saw the same thing. On the day before he checked out, he asked the person at the front desk about the room. She told him that a couple had stayed there once, and the husband had killed his wife.

You know what the man was seeing?

The dead wife's ghost's eye.