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Giveaway: Win An Autographed Get Scared EP

It’s giveaway time yet again and boy do we have an awesome opportunity for all of you! Get Scared’s self-titled EP dropped this past November and is packed with powerful tracks like “Deepest Cut,” “Voodoo” and “Sarcasm” that define contemporary rock music and now they EP can be yours for free. Oh, did we forget to mention that it’s an autographed copy?

Before we hand this one over, you’ll have to do one little thing to make yourself eligible. In honor of the band’s frightening video for the song “Sarcasm,” we want you to come up with your own haunting tale that would likely be told around a campfire. Don’t beat around the bush with these tales; dive right into the chilling and creepy points. Keep it short and sweet, innovative and creepy and the Get Scared autographed EP could be yours. Post your scary stories in the comments section of this article and e-mail your submission to shockyapr@gmail.com.

By Lonnie Nemiroff

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  1. Mari B

    March 21, 2011 at 4:56 pm

    http://www.twitlonger.com/show

    Hope it's okay that I use a TwitLonger to share!

  2. Btbaxter26

    March 21, 2011 at 5:17 pm

    A freind and I were messin around in an old abandend school in copperton ut. Andwe haerd it was haunted but you know gow kids will belive anything. Anyways we didnt really notice to much. Just places where punkasses tagged all over thinking thier xool. But it wasnt till we walked down by the gym and noticed a little door. Looked like it was like a service door of some sort. Remember this school had been closed for years no power doors chained and locked ( made my friend climb in a broken window to let me in). Well when we opend this little door it looked down a shaft that led to the basement. And it overlooked this big machine. Well we shined our lights down the ahaft. All,the sudden a wheel on the machine started turning slowly picking up speed. Then a small,light started to in the dark room below as we heard footsteps walk across the gym floor. We ran out tge gym doors as fast as we could. Hearts raceing. When,we went bacj,the school had been torn down. So we couldnt see if it really was haunted.

  3. Kristina

    March 21, 2011 at 5:33 pm

    My story:
    I live in the country and studying in Montreal, the big city and I travel morning and evening to go to college … 1 hour drive on a country road without lights. One night, I was alone on the road and it was very dark and a light suddenly appeared to me in my rearview mirror. The light was bright and had no similarities with the headlights of cars. She left as quickly as it appeared to me. In short, I was very scared and I'm speeding on the road to go faster in the downtown!

    -Kristina from Montreal, Canada !! :)

  4. Ellybonjelly

    March 21, 2011 at 5:34 pm

    I let a small gasp escape my dry throat as I recoiled from the boy in front of me, the boy who just a few hours ago had been proudly showing me the photos he had taken. Was this real? Was any of it real? Or was it part of some elaborate prank by the group of teenagers who lived in the cabin further up the lake? No, this was definitely real, no way this could be faked. I moved my eyes back to the boy and watched him spasm and shake, his eyes wide and staring, his pupils so dilated that you could hardly see any of the bright blue iris surrounding it. Slowly, he ceased to move anymore, and his body stilled, he was dead, at peace after all the suffering. Though he didn't look 'at peace', he looked as if he'd died a slow, excruciating death. I licked my lips, drawing my eyes away from the boy and looked for anyone or anything else that might be hiding, my torch shaking as I slowly turned it around, shining the light in a circle around me. That was when I saw it. It was just a few feet away from me, why hadn't I noticed it before? I stood transfixed, taking in every detail. The way its grey skin wrinkled and creased, not because of old age, but because there was nothing to hold it up. Before me, there was a human jellyfish. No bones, no muscles, just skin. It's 'head' was similar to the Grim Reaper, the folds of skin hanging just so around an empty space, supposedly defying gravity so as to create the illusion of a hood. The most unnerving thing though, was that it wasn't moving towards me, wasn't getting ready to attack, wasn't doing anything. Just standing there, turning its head side to side slowly, as if it was confused as to where it was. I swallowed, in a way that seemed as loud as if a few hundred elephants had stampeded across the grassy area, and took one slow and shaky step back. I was hoping to make it back to the cabin, where the rest of my cabin mates should be waiting. But that didn’t happen, the creature’s head snapped up, instantly identifying the movement, and two bright balls of light started to buzz inside the hood of skin. I stopped immediately, watching them, hoping they would stop, but they kept on buzzing. I gulped and took one last look at the dead boy just in front of me, before collapsing myself. I dropped the torch, beams of light shattering throughout the dark night. I couldn’t control myself; my fate was to be the same as the boy’s, tonight was the night I would die.

  5. anita

    March 21, 2011 at 5:44 pm

    one day me and my friends went into an old house. no one was living in it at the time.We started to look around and my friend herd somwone or somthing and she screamed at the top of her lungs. Then we all herd it. It said “looks like new meat.” We all got the hell outta their and when i looked back i swor i saw hands coming out of the door. So we went to the neighbers and asked about it. They said that a family of cannibals lived their in the 1930's. we never went back there again

  6. Get-scared-rocks

    March 21, 2011 at 5:44 pm

    there once was a girl who lived on a log cabin deep in the woods. She always had travelors over. One day, a young boy got lost in the wods on his way to his house. The girl let the young boy in and told him that he could sleep in the extra room since it was supposed to snow that night. The boy accepted the invitation and quickly went to sleep in the room. The girl was known for her visitors never to leave. She went into the room and saw the boy asleep in the bed. He loked peaceful to her. Too peaceful, she thought. She went into the kitchen and grabbed a simple knife. When she got back to the room, the boy had gotten on his stomache. So she sat there, looking at him as he lay asleep, in the bed, with his blanket, looking entirely too peaceful. She began too memorize his features so she could remember him, then, when he finally flipped over, she grabed the knife and stabbed him straight in the heart. The next day, the boys parents came over asking if she had seen him. She told them no, but they should rest a while and visit. Maybe even have some of the wonderful stew she prepared late last night.

  7. Marfurimmer

    March 21, 2011 at 5:55 pm

    Hello!! Im studying medicine. One dicember's night, a doctor being on duty with me and other student, told us that story, I hope to like this:

    Once upon a time….

    “When you went into hospital, the doctor put you a green bracelet on your wrist with your name. In the cadavers, placing them an equal, but the bracelet is red.

    History tells us that there was a surgeon who worked on the night shift at a hospital. After performing an operation on his way to the basement, in the elevator where there was only one woman. As the elevator descended, the surgeon came across a couple of words with the woman. On the ground floor, the door opened and when a woman was going up, the surgeon immediately pressed the button to close the door followed by the top floor. Surprised, the other woman in the elevator asked the surgeon why his reaction.
    The man said: “That was the woman who just operate and she died while Im doing so. Do not you saw the red bracelet on her wrist?”.
    She smiled, raised her arm and asked: A bracelet like this??”

    Thanks!! ?

  8. ZombieAttack1234

    March 21, 2011 at 5:58 pm

    You're at home alone on a cold winter night, watching the news.
    A serial killer is on the loose in your neighborhood.
    You go to lock all the doors and windows when you see a man outside standing in the snow. You pick up the phone to call the police but drop it in shock.
    There are no footprints around him. It is his reflection.

  9. Scarsrundeep9

    March 21, 2011 at 6:01 pm

    My story is based on a few experiences that i've had throughout my life.
    When I was younger, my cousin and I would always play around with a OUIJA board. I know most people don't believe in those things… but we always did. We were at my house one night, alone, using the OUIJA board, and asking it a bunch of random questions like 'will you answer our questions', 'is there anyone one in the house with us'… you know, things like that.
    We left my tv on, but had the volume on mute, the lights were out (the OUIJA board glowed in the dark). We then asked it if anyone was with us. We weren't expecting it to say anything really serious. It then spelled out the words 'Die witches'. We didn't know what to think of that. We then asked it again if anyone was there with us. And one again it said 'Die witches'. That was one experience.
    Another one was when my cousin and I were using the OUIJA board outside. We asked it who lived in the house before she did. It then spelled out 'They died'. So we asked how they died and it spelled out 'Murder'. We asked who murdered them and it said 'the father'. We went on to ask it a bunch of other questions of this so called murder in her house. It also told us that the father buried his wife and two kids in my cousins backyard where she now has her picnic table.
    My last expierence didn't envolve a OUIJA board at all. It's a more recent expierence actually. My cousin and I were driving to get something for dinner. And like usual, I had my camera with me taking pictures of random things as we drove along. It was night time and I took a picture out the windshield, and when I looked at it on the camera I could see this greensee-through figure in the road ahead of us, which wasnt there when I took it. And still we have no idea what this figure is.

  10. Deekane2

    March 21, 2011 at 6:04 pm

    I was about 10 or 11 and was dreaming that my dead father (whom I never knew) had his hand out for me to come to him. By his side was my recently killed best friend. He was using her to lure me. My dog was next to me barking like crazy. I told him no I’m not coming & told my friend I loved her. I finally woke up to find my dog was sitting there growling and shaking, like he experienced the same thing I had. I slept in my mom’s room for days after that. More recently I was crossing in the crosswalk and a guy comes speeding at me. I called him a moron as he swerved around me. He told me to get out of the road. It was a very close call.
    PS thanks for being a friend to my daughter. :)

  11. Michelle Archuleta

    March 21, 2011 at 6:15 pm

    There was only one way out, and it was to go through all of their gripping hands. They wanted our salty sweet flesh and our warm copper y blood to be pouring down their lips, through their throats, and into their empty stomachs. We were the only ones that were left in the city. I don’t know how it got that way. It all happened so quickly. It was like all the books and movies predicted, but nothing could have prepared me for this. I was short of breath and shaking uncontrollably. My legs couldn’t move, I was stuck on the ground, my hand holding thick pieces of cloth to the stub that use to be my left arm. They had literally ripped it off twelve hours ago. I was so far gone on drugs that we had found in the nurses office, that I didn’t feel any pain anymore. It took so much effort just to stay aware of what was going on. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping me halfway sane. One of the survivors, Jeran, continued tying the cloths to my stub, with plastic over it so it wouldn’t drip, and the smell of my blood wouldn’t be as obvious. It was still trying to scab un-successfully. The cold was over powering and the world was still cloudy. There were seven of us. Windows were blocked. Doors blocked. It was odd, they were like living dead cannibals, and nothing went to waste. The only thing we had left was to either run into their mouths or wait to get eaten. All entry ways were being beaten, there was no place left to hide. Cracks and dents were forming; the bolts to the doors losing their grips, the glass from the windows shook as they came more forcefully. A roar of hunger became a flood of those creatures as they pushed each other through the entry ways that they had just forced open. I screamed, watching Jeran get ripped apart in a bloody massacre, he’s eyes full of tears before he was drowned. I looked down to see all that was left of me in a drug induced state was my head, my eyes were rolled as my brain went to shut down from no oxygen as the monsters teeth came down and finished their job.

    -Michelle, Wyoming

  12. CheapTricksAndTheatrics

    March 21, 2011 at 6:19 pm

    Her eyes fluttered open to the sickening sound of tearing, and ripping apart, and the awful stench of rotting flesh. She looked around in panic, as she realized she was tied down to a torn and rotting bed, covered in blood. She let out her bloody screams and thrust her body in terror. She couldn't move, and only wonder how and when she'd gotten there, as she couldn't remember for the life of her. “She's awake..” Said an ominous voice, sounding distant. She stopped her thrashing to listen to what was being said. After a few moments of silence she answered back, “Hello? Whose there?” No reply. She started getting panicked all over again, so she started crying out, “Please! Someone! Anyone! Help..” She calmed down and waited, as she heard footsteps coming near. A figure appeared before her, the shadow portraying a very large man. He came up to her bedside, wearing a mask with holes for the eyes and mouth, and laughed. His laugh was loud and heavy, but not comforting in any way. She started yelling again, demanding he let her go, but as we all know, they never let go. They never give in. And they never show mercy. He stuck out his long, slimy tongue and trailed it along her neck and up her face. She screamed and started getting frantic once more, but all he did was laugh. He then, ran over to the other side of her bed and brought out a knife that glistened in the little light that shown through the room. She, again, stopped thrashing, and looked at the room. There were knives, chainsaws, hammers, razors, and every other power tool or weapon you could imagine, hung up all over the walls, not one without blood dripping from it. The man took the knife and dragged it across her stomach, just enough to bleed. She started screaming again, disregarding the stench of the flesh and the blood splattered on the walls and puddled on the floor. He kept making little cuts on her, all over her body, until he grew tired of it and threw the knife down. The smile, that once disappeared, came back into view as he got an idea. He untied her left hand and stared at her fingers, then took her ring finger into his mouth and bit down, ever so slowly. He wanted her to feel the pain, every second of it. Her blood dripped to the floor, and you could barely hear your own thoughts over her screams. He did this to every finger and toe, then decided it would be entertaining to rip out her hairs in handfuls and wax off her eye lashes. His sick mind only got sicker from there. He took her shaking body into another room and boiled her in an over heated hot tub, heated by flame. She died slowly, just as he wanted. He couldn't let his cheating fiance die without suffering, now could he? He turned back to his table of rotting and burnt human flesh, and began to once again, feed, as if nothing happened.

  13. Nein

    March 21, 2011 at 6:21 pm

    Hello! That is my story:

    “The story tells that on a rainy night and with storm, a man went to his car, and saw a girl walking down the platform. She was soaked and she was alone. This man offered her get into his car and take her to the nearest town. She agreed. After about minutes in the car and the car approaching a turn, the girl told to the men: be careful, that's the corner where I killed me!!
    The man looked frightened the girl, but she was no longer in the car…”

    Thank for that contest!! ;)

  14. SilvanaRosaOnofrio

    March 21, 2011 at 6:29 pm

    My heart raced as I clomped my way through the forests heavy foliage. The moons light sliced through each branch and leaf, illuminating just enough for me to see. My heart rate spiked when I heard a sound snap from behind me.
    “Calm down.” I told my self-speaking in my mind. It was most likely just a twig breaking. I tried slowing my breath that puff out around me in a cloud of mist from the low temperatures that surrounded me in this god forsaken forest. The hair on my arms stood at the thought of what really could have happened if I had stayed home tonight. The image of my mother’s torn off arm hanging in the door way was enough to push me forward into the woods to get away. The image stained the back of my eyelids making ever blink a challenge. It looked as if her arm had been bitten off and thrown aside. I shuddered to think of the size of the monster who could take my mother down. She was a body builder and was stronger than anyone I had ever known. To me she really was a super hero.

    But that was no longer true. The bad guys defeated my hero and I was left to run for my life. I shuddered but kept up my fast paced walking. I had been wandering for hours now, making the pictures I had seen more like a grim fairy tale. The big bad wolf had come and beaten little red riding hood for the last time. And now he was after her daughter.

    I heard heavy breathing behind me as if someone else was running from the monster too. I was to afraid to slow in-case it was the monster himself but it sounded so human. I started to jog just in case. My mind made pictures of all that could be out there hunting me and drunk off the idea of my scarlet blood. The sound from behind sounded like it was catching up to me. It defiantly sounded human now; I could see the outline of a body when I turned around a bit to see. I stopped so suddenly that I actually fell and tripped over branch. I hit my chin against the ground, biting threw my thin, flesh tongue like butter. Instead of screaming blood rolled down my chin in bubbles. In the darkness it looked black against my pearl white skin. The picture was so shocking that I jumped straight up, colliding with who ever had been fallowing me. I went down again and this time screamed in agony from the hit I received and the loss of half my tongue which was laying on the ground in a bloody sticky mess. I looked up to see what had fun me over and made a slight whimper at what I saw.

    It was a man, or at least it looked like one. He stood before me in a clearing lit up by the moon light. His body was bare except for the black stains dripping down his chest and hands. It was my mother’s blood. In his hand however, there was something thumping. It was dripping with the black blood witch each pump of its small body. He brought it to his mouth and chomped off a bite. Blood sprayed on to my face from where he took his bite. I looked closer to the item in his hand.
    It was a heart. My mother’s heart. And it was still beating.
    I knew it from the moment I saw the fangs that hung out of his mouth. His face was an inhuman mix of a demon and human with teeth like a tiger. The sound of dripping was like the clashes of drums being slammed on a drum, the horrific sound pounded at my ears coercing me into giving in. I knew how my mother died. He made you feel like death and death was all there was. And in a sense he was death; he brought it and enjoyed it. And as he lunged for my throat my last thought was, death was in the end the answer to all that lived. It wasn’t logic or numbers or cleaning your room. It was blood pain and fear.
    Death is fear.

  15. Chelsey Hines

    March 21, 2011 at 6:31 pm

    It was midnight, the bewitching hour, the night The Slender Man comes out to catch his prey. Two young girls walked threw the forest… leaves cracking under their feet as they slowly descended a craggy incline. They were on their way to see a secret show one of their favorite bands was playing and decided to take a short cut. As they walked they heard another pair of foot steps from the distance… Long lengthy steps, tiny thumps made each time the feet hit the ground. They stopped and turned around to view nothing but a foggy clearing. They kept walking and the foot steps started again. Butterflies hit their throats as they walked faster, whimpering slightly as they knew now that they were being followed. Again they turned around but they saw nothing but trees this time, the moon almost glaring at them threw the branches. They then tried to keep their composure but couldnt as the foot steps seemed to get louder as they took each step. The began to jog, already passed the point of thinking of death. They felt death.

    Something barely human snatched the girl to the right and all the other could hear was ear piercing screams as the girls throat turned to a blood fountain, gurgling the dark red liquid. The screaming suddenly stopped and so did the remaining girl. Looking around frantically for the killer. A man, 9 feet tall and skinny as the small branch clinging to him stalked from the willows. He wore a suit. With tails coming from the back, His long extra limbs, too many to count, were all fully clothed with white cuffs stained with a dark red blood. The last thing the girl ever saw was the Slender Man breaking her arm over his knee before violently ripped her apart.

    The girls were never found, The Slender Man eats his prey after killing them thoroughly.
    He still walks among this earth, eating humans to survive, but slowly killing them for enjoyment.

    OK THATS IT! :)
    I based this off of some things I know about the tales and spottings of the slender man. So hopefully I put enough creepy details into it to make it give you GOOSE BUMPS.

    <3 :)
    Chelsey
    (I really need this awesome AUTOGRAPHED EP! WOO!)

  16. JonnyEffinCastle

    March 21, 2011 at 6:32 pm

    There was a little pony that trotted around the world of happiness and love. This little pony's name was coincidentally Little Pony. L.P. loved the world of happiness and love like no other. One day L.P. was upset that her father, Big Pony Man, didn't let her go to the Pony Express Ball. She kicked her legs back and forth, Neighing her little pony head RIGHT OFF!!! and then the father neighed,”Neigh nei ni iegh ne neigh.” (translation: I guess that solves that problem.) and the mother and brother ponies just look at the father pony like WTF?!?!?! the end

  17. EJ GENTRY

    March 21, 2011 at 6:50 pm

    Every night I was having horrible nightmares about the most terrifying creatures attacking and and capturing me . I was in a weird chamber, I couldn't move or struggle to get away while the creatures stalked toward me every night to feed off my blood and life force . Every night I would be in agonizing terror sweating and screaming trying to wake myself from this subconscienced horror. I would wake up very shaken then go about my seemingly wonderful life. After years of this re-occuring terrifying nightmare one night something different happened I awakened, really awakened, I felt worse than I normally did when I awoke from these terrors, it was deffeningly quiet except for the thumping of my heart in my ears but I shook myself from the paralasis and looked around only to discover that everything I thought was completely wrong. The horrible nightmares I was having were my actual reality and what I thought was my life was really my unconscience dreams, just as I realized this I saw one of the creatures coming towards me. All I could do was scream as my nightmare life started again.
    from the mind of ……Imagininsta

  18. Dena

    March 21, 2011 at 6:52 pm

    Once upon a time.. a man had a chance to meet his idol.. he was very scared (that was the scary part) He met Nick Matthews and regretted saying goodbye forever

  19. Jess

    March 21, 2011 at 7:41 pm

    http://www.myspace.com/crayzet
    Sorry its on myspace…thats the only place I could get to work.

  20. Lisa Hicks

    March 21, 2011 at 7:45 pm

    No one ever said that life was easy…..

    This , running through Nicks mind as he sits on a bench, watching the hurry of the morning rush wondering where to begin. Its been 14 months since hes felt the thrill hes been longing for for quit some time. Back in the summer months, that was always the best time. People out doing whatever it is they do to pass the time when schools are out, wearing as less as possible, drawing the attention of people like him.

    Then he saw her……

    Long blond hair, short black skirt, already feeling the tingle deep down to his bones.He knew this was the one.

    A few weeks pass since nick first laid eyes on Sophie, waiting for the trip shes planned with her friends. Camping…. perfect. Nick knows that Sophie has been sent to him, otherwise things would not be falling into place so perfectly. Two days… plenty of time to prepare.

    He watches from a distance as Sophie and her friends laughing and joking around the campfire, unknowing what the future holds. Nick knows. As the excitement builds and builds and the night grows deeper and darker he wonders why hes waited a long 14 months to have the feeling return. Far too long. Silence fills the scene… The time has come….

    Sneaking into view, while sleeping bags lay around the slowly burning embers, he grabs her! Her lungs burning, like on fire, and her eyes are slow to close screaming is nonexistent. Nick takes her to a cave, fully equipped with what he needs and far enough away for anyone to hear her painful screams. His favorite part.

    Gaged and tied her eyes slowly open. As the sun creeps into the sky and Sophie's friends are waking to find an empty sleeping bag, holding the knife close to her and feeling the thrill hes longed for for so long, Nick looks at Sophie and says….

    “Life, my dear, is not easy”……

  21. Kelly McDermott

    March 21, 2011 at 8:10 pm

    Running home as fast as she could Arianna looked up at the menacing black sky. With a crack of thunder, the skies opened up and gallons upon gallons of rain fell down on her tiny frame drenching her long auburn hair. Hugging her black dead cultoure hoodie closer to her body she looked frantically around to find a place of shelter to await the storm. Only one house stood within her viewing distance and she hesitated as it looked like it had seen better years. The dark grey paint was peeling and the broken windows barely protected by the shutters that were hanging off by a hinge. Another crack of thunder made Arianna jump and she ran towards the colossus black Iron Gate. CREAK! The gate swung slowly under her pushing as if it had not been opened in a while. CRACK! Another thunder strike and more fear from Arianna. She was terribly afraid of thunderstorms ever since she was four and had been caught outside in one with no where to go. Rushing her way to the old wooden front door she paused about to reach for the handle. “Welcome to St. Francis Orphanage” the rusted sign on the front door read. Gulping Arianna stepped inside. Shadows played in gloomy corners, hiding from the dim light that shone in through the dusty windows. The dark parlor had pictures of hanging saints and past mother superiors whose eyes seemed to follow her through the room. Curious as to why this place was shut down Arianna headed up the long staircase assuming the rooms upstairs to be bedrooms for the children. CREAK, CREAK, CREAK went the stairs with every step she took and she shivered as the cool air finally reached her rain-drenched skin. Reaching the top of the stairs, she paused, the long hallway looked endless as if the dark black abyss would suck her in and never let go. About to take a step forward she froze, the tiny hair on the back of her neck standing on end and every fiber in her body telling her to leave now. It was as if her body was shouting DANGER! to her. SQUEAL! SHRIEK! She froze in fright her mind processing that children’s laughter was what she heard. “Hello?” her voice shook noticeably “Come play with us” voices drifted to her and without thinking she stepped forward toward them “Come play with us” they said again directing her toward the other end of the hallway into the black, the unknown. She paused asking herself what am I doing? “Come play with us,” it said again placing her back into the trance and guiding her to a dark black room. “Come play with us” a final time as she reached the room and stepped in side. BANG! the door closed with such a force behind her it jolted her mind back to reality. Laughter floated around her but now it was no longer a child it was a deep baritone with hints of foreboding in it. “Hello?” again her voice shook as she spun frantically around and began pulling on the door. It would not budge; it was as if someone had welded it shut. More deep laughter from behind her she spun pressing her back against the door. Her quick breathing was the only thing heard as stillness veiled the room and the hideous stench of rotting flesh enveloped the air. Two enormous golden eyeballs protruded from the hairless covering of what she assumed was a snout. Dagger-like fangs dripped with frothy slime, as a blood-red tongue slowly tasted the air for her scent, flicking in and out like a serpent. Gossamer wings unfolded from his scaly back as an elongated, hairy tail curled into a corkscrew. She screamed as the thing flew towards her and searing pain over took her body when his claws sunk into her flesh. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP! Sitting up quickly a sigh escaped Arianna’s mouth “It was only a dream”, she told herself thankful for the morning sun coming threw her window. Getting out of bed, she made her way towards her family’s bathroom pausing to look into the mirror. The blood drained from her face as she took in the claw marks running from her the top of her chin down under her nightshirt. Just a dream huh?

  22. LindseyOutcast

    March 21, 2011 at 8:14 pm

    5 months ago a girl named Emilia was being bullied,harrased,kicked and tortured by 3 girls near a lake.The bullies beat the cr*p out of her till she was dead.They threw her body in the lake to get rid of any evidence what so ever of them killing her.2 days later one of the girls that bullied her went by for a dip.She heard high pitched screaming,hurting her ears until they bled.She turned and saw Emilia,she panicked & fell into the water,getting stuck in a fishing net,being dragged down to drown.She was never heard of again until the 2 girls went on a search party.One girl tripped and was left behind.She was scared and cried.Emilia grabbed her by the ankles,dragging her to the lake,thorns ripping her flesh into pieces.The other girl ran to her cries of help.”Too late to save your friend now hahaha” sreeched Emilia.The girl immediately ran to the lake,Emilia on her trail,she stopped at the dock.Having no other choice the scared girl jumped into the lake,suffocating herself.They say now the 4 girls haunt anyone that tease people near the lake,going into their dreams and giving them nightmares.You can even hear the girls scream in aggony & pain if you listen at midnight

  23. Jocey

    March 21, 2011 at 8:49 pm

    It all started one summer morning when Marylin turned 15. She was gunna go to the movies with her friends, When she was on her way to pick up her friend she felt that some one was following her she didnt pay much attention. When she was outside her friends house some guy came up to her and took her with him he told her that he had been following her for the past 2 years and that today he was goin to give her the perfect bday gift he was goin to make her his Marylin tried to run but failed every time he raped her and torture her afterwards he tied her up left her naked n didnt feed her he pilled her skin n ate it 2 days after she tried running away while he was a sleep but he woke up n choped her head off… From that day on Marylin takes revenenge on all guys that hurt or break girls hearts she does the same thing the guy did to her but 10 times worst

  24. theZOMBIEis_aLIE

    March 21, 2011 at 9:39 pm

    I thought I was seriously going to lose it, right then and there. Did he say he DIDN'T CARE? Ha. I don't think he understands just what's at stake here. Thoughts of poisoning him, of spilling his guts upon a cyanide and happiness backdrop (his favorite comic… Which he pays more attention to than me) just to wet my tongue for the bloodlust I could feel bubbling beneath the anger, invaded my mind now.
    “Love,” I would whisper, circling around him as the chains that hung so seductively at my waist clinked. Watching his eyes glide along my figure hungrily brought a smile to my lips, as I leaned in to tease his neck with my lips. “I do think you should be punished… Come to bed, my sweet.”
    I'd snapped, I knew it, and I loved every minute of this twisting tale. I absolutely ADORED how he followed the swing of my hips like some stupid dog. Oh yes, he was right where I wanted him.
    Sprawling myself upon the deep crimson covers, I beckoned him with a finger. The stupid bastard obeyed. Stupid, stupid, stupid…
    “You've angered me.” I purred, as I quickly bowled him over (he didn't seem to mind. He always loved when I was on top). Admittedly, the sting of my switchblade at his stomach might be a bit of a surprise. The blood beaded, feeding my insanity further… Oh god, YES! I needed more of it. He would SUFFER for everything he'd done to me over the years!
    “I'm afraid today's the day you'll finally get what you deserve!” As I screamed the words, I plunged the knife into those sleek abs, over and over. Very soon that heavenly body I had once worshiped was pulverized into mere scraps, but I didn't care! The feral sounds coming from my lips were something I didn't even recognize, and I stabbed over and over, feeling that wet sucking sound around my hands as the blade was plunged hilt-deep, again and again…
    But then I felt a hand over mine. It shocked me so bad that I let go of the knife, staring at the hand.
    It was his.
    Panicked, I looked up, and his eyes were open… THE BASTARD'S EYES WERE OPEN! Screeching, I tried to back away, but his hand was tangled in my hair, yanking me into submission… How the hell was he still alive?!
    “Music to my ears…” He muttered, his hands reaching INTO my gut… Oh god, the agony! He was tearing, gouging, scraping and… EATING ME! Bit by bit!
    Over and over I screamed, but there was no one to hear.
    Now I'm just a corpse. He'd be my killer.
    -He was my drugs, and my dealer, even when everything sounds like music to his ears…

    ~COURTNEY DAVIES

  25. Katie

    March 21, 2011 at 10:01 pm

    The sky was dark with rain as she stood, solemn, at the grave of her boyfriend. Her sister wrapped a comforting arm around her, laying flowers on the ground.
    “There’s nothing we can do to bring him back, Emma. I know he meant a lot to you, but it was two years ago. His murderer hasn’t killed since then, anyway. Can’t you at least accept that as justice enough? It’s time to move on,” begged her sister.
    “Two years…” she repeated, “But, Jess, I can still feel him here. I can almost hear him calling my name… He can’t be too far.“ She began to wander into the deep forest behind the cemetery, as if summoned by a voice.
    “Emma!” interrupted Jessica, “Where are you going? What are you talking about?”
    “Don’t worry, Jess. Go home. I know where I’m going, he’s taken me here before…”
    “What? Who?”
    “Galen.”
    “Galen is dead, Emma! He died two years ago, we’re at his goddamn grave!”
    “But he isn’t, Jessica!” she snapped. “He’s here! Look—there!”
    And, indeed, they weren’t alone. Masked by the foliage of a Washington forest, a man’s voice emerged from behind the dense trees. He smiled, seemingly pleased, and looked pleasantly upon the girls. His eyes were dead with a lifetime of pain. “Emma, is that Jessica? I thought we were going to be alone, but it’s so nice to see you! It’s been far too long.”
    Jessica let out a shriek of fear, diving behind her sister. “What the hell is going on?!”
    “Don’t worry, it’s Galen. He isn’t dead, Jessica, see?” beamed Emma. Her eyes glimmered with the promise of love, and a smile of hope crossed her once-vacant face.
    “It isn’t Galen!” cried out a desperate Jessica.
    As Emma prepared to deny it, the man stepped out from the dark. “She’s right, I’m not Galen. I lied to you… But you can still join him. Just come here, and I’ll take you to him,” smiled the man, unsheathing a knife.
    Without word, Emma stepped forward, standing in the moonlight. “I’ll go wherever he is,” she sighed.
    “No!” screamed Jessica, “He’s going to kill you! Oh, my god!”
    “It’s better this way, Jess.”
    The knife plunged into her chest, as she screamed. Blood spurted from her heart, drenching the forest floor and the man’s hands. He grinned with pleasure as he took her life, watching the light leave her glowing eyes, seeing her body go limp. He slit her throat for good measure, and licked the blood from his hands. Jessica watched on, horrified.
    He turned to the other girl and smiled evilly.
    “Now what should I do with you?”

  26. AllieAbsolutely

    March 21, 2011 at 10:07 pm

    She was home alone that night. The storm had knocked the power out ten minutes ago and she was searching through her dark closet for a flashlight. A boom of thunder made her jump and hit her head on a low shelf. She felt the back of her head, wincing when her fingers made contact with a small gash in her thick mess of hair. The blood was already pouring through, matting her dark hair. “Great, just great.” She sighed as she pulled herself to her feet after finding her flashlight. The instant she turned around she hit something. She opened her eyes and took a step back, her face contorted in horror. The 'wall' that she had run into was none other than her ex-boyfriend. “Your s-supposed to be dea-dead.” She stuttered, backing up further as he grinned maniacally showing his yellowed teeth and rotting gums. His skin was decayed, parts of his scalp looking like they had been torn off. He was covered in dirt, as though he had dug his way out of the grave. She took another step backwards and her back hit the wall. The disgusting scent of his dead body wafted her way as he reached towards her, his grin contorted with malicious intent. He took a raspy breath and said in a gravelly voice, “I came back for you darling. I'm not leaving without you.” He pulled the meat cleaver out of his chest, the very same one she had used on him and advanced towards her, wielding the blade menacingly. Blood splattered the cream colored walls, lightning flashed and he disappeared. All that was left of the encounter was a woman lying in a pool of her own blood, and the handle of a butchers knife protruding from her chest.

  27. Stephen Hissner

    March 21, 2011 at 10:41 pm

    “Staggering reports are coming in; we now have information on the identity of the little girl from Georgetown who was discovered this morning brutally killed near a riverbank. At first detectives are stating that they have a suspect in custody but the name of this person is still unknown…” the faint noise that came from the speakers of the television as the screen burst into a roaring life illuminating the darkness with artificial light. The news reporter was staring at the scene, waving her left arm about to the side trying to sell the act.
    A man sat on the couch not too far away from the television staring at the contents in the darkness of the apartment. His glasses where the reflection was the changing of television channels seemed unchanging as this was on every channel. The murder of the girl. Suddenly his finger on top of the button froze, his eye’s were fixed upon what they were showing.
    “This is a grueling act of cold-blooded murder, but the girl’s identity is finally being released by the police department.” The woman paused and then noticed a large amount of shouting for answers behind her. Quickly, she turned and ran towards the group.
    “Detective! Detective a few words please! Do you think this was tied in with the other murders that span over the last month?” The news reporter, with her dashing long brown curly hair seemed to wisp along with her as she held her microphone up higher above the group of others, desperately seeking the word of the detective as he stood taller than any other, staring downwards at the gruesome act of these reporters feeding on information like a pack of wild hounds.
    “We have a suspect in custody, and following several leads on this case, the girl found by Stone Creek river was identified when the parents filed a missing person’s report earlier today. Her name…,” the detective took a long break of silence, for the past month he’d been giving a detailed report on victim after victim. This was the twelfth murder in the last month; he should have had ample practice by now… But still he felt uncomfortable.
    “The girl was identified as twelve year-old Emily Campbell who was found this morning. She died of what appears to be from strangulation her own article of clothing. What was found on her face was a vogue rabbit mask, and her jaw was completely ripped off her face. There was forensic testing to disprove the fact that any tool was used for this horrid act of the disembodied jaw. We can now conclude it was ripped out with a hand…” The detective withdrew his position from the stand and silently walked through the double doors.
    “Detective! Detective Campbell!” the group of hungry piranhas seemed to devour the information like breathing in air.
    The television reception was buzzing out, and a smile arose on the man’s face as he held a lit cigarette. While slowly exhaling a low malicious growl of chuckle escaped within the presence of the white deathly smoke invading the humid air. Slowly, he rose to drag his feet across the deep mahogany wooden floor. There were surrounding blotches of bleached stains, however there were red stains still noticeable.
    Low thumping rang through the corridor as the man flicked his cigarette onto the ground. The thumping grew louder and louder.

    “Please, please don’t kill me!” a little girl’s voice screamed in his head aloud as he watched her trip in her hurry to get away from him advancing. Closer and closer… The leaves crumbled as her face was getting closer…

    As he reached the door at the end he lifted his arm and yanked on the string that dangled above him, but blow the flickering bulb illuminating the room; the dark malicious room. Loosely and noisily the door lankly fell open. It seemed as a light was already on dust was wilding floating about the filthy room that smelled strongly of chlorine. However, the man’s eyes did not water, and the thumping was closer and louder than before.
    Closer he walked towards the faintly glowing candle upon the wall, or so it seemed. It was impaled into a hand — no, an entire body engraved into the wall, but it wasn’t the only one. Many were entangled upon another. Old, young, black, white.. Each held a story, and they all held something in common. The death of the man.
    “The final piece….” his voice was low as he spoke. He removed a lower jaw from his pocket, and mounted the piece onto a large puzzle of other body parts of a great monument. Their heads all faced one direction, their mouths hung wide open, and their fingers intricately and unknowingly from first glance pointed at the monument. A note inscribed on the head of the large piece read:

    “Now all my monster’s know my name…”

    BANG!

    The loud thumping stopped, as it was greeted with another.

    -STEPHEN HISSNER

  28. Stephen Hissner

    March 21, 2011 at 10:56 pm

    “Staggering reports are coming in; we now have information on the identity of the little girl from Georgetown who was discovered this morning brutally killed near a riverbank. At first detectives are stating that they have a suspect in custody but the name of this person is still unknown…” the faint noise that came from the speakers of the television as the screen burst into a roaring life illuminating the darkness with artificial light. The news reporter was staring at the scene, waving her left arm about to the side trying to sell the act.
    A man sat on the couch not too far away from the television staring at the contents in the darkness of the apartment. His glasses where the reflection was the changing of television channels seemed unchanging as this was on every channel. The murder of the girl. Suddenly his finger on top of the button froze, his eye’s were fixed upon what they were showing.
    “This is a grueling act of cold-blooded murder, but the girl’s identity is finally being released by the police department.” The woman paused and then noticed a large amount of shouting for answers behind her. Quickly, she turned and ran towards the group.
    “Detective! Detective a few words please! Do you think this was tied in with the other murders that span over the last month?” The news reporter, with her dashing long brown curly hair seemed to wisp along with her as she held her microphone up higher above the group of others, desperately seeking the word of the detective as he stood taller than any other, staring downwards at the gruesome act of these reporters feeding on information like a pack of wild hounds.
    “We have a suspect in custody, and following several leads on this case, the girl found by Stone Creek river was identified when the parents filed a missing person’s report earlier today. Her name…,” the detective took a long break of silence, for the past month he’d been giving a detailed report on victim after victim. This was the twelfth murder in the last month; he should have had ample practice by now… But still he felt uncomfortable.
    “The girl was identified as twelve year-old Emily Campbell who was found this morning. She died of what appears to be from strangulation her own article of clothing. What was found on her face was a vogue rabbit mask, and her jaw was completely ripped off her face. There was forensic testing to disprove the fact that any tool was used for this horrid act of the disembodied jaw. We can now conclude it was ripped out with a hand…” The detective withdrew his position from the stand and silently walked through the double doors.
    “Detective! Detective Campbell!” the group of hungry piranhas seemed to devour the information like breathing in air.
    The television reception was buzzing out, and a smile arose on the man’s face as he held a lit cigarette. While slowly exhaling a low malicious growl of chuckle escaped within the presence of the white deathly smoke invading the humid air. Slowly, he rose to drag his feet across the deep mahogany wooden floor. There were surrounding blotches of bleached stains, however there were red stains still noticeable.
    Low thumping rang through the corridor as the man flicked his cigarette onto the ground. The thumping grew louder and louder.

    “Please, please don’t kill me!” a little girl’s voice screamed in his head aloud as he watched her trip in her hurry to get away from him advancing. Closer and closer… The leaves crumbled as her face was getting closer…

    As he reached the door at the end he lifted his arm and yanked on the string that dangled above him, but blow the flickering bulb illuminating the room; the dark malicious room. Loosely and noisily the door lankly fell open. It seemed as a light was already on dust was wilding floating about the filthy room that smelled strongly of chlorine. However, the man’s eyes did not water, and the thumping was closer and louder than before.
    Closer he walked towards the faintly glowing candle upon the wall, or so it seemed. It was impaled into a hand — no, an entire body engraved into the wall, but it wasn’t the only one. Many were entangled upon another. Old, young, black, white.. Each held a story, and they all held something in common. The death of the man.
    “The final piece….” his voice was low as he spoke. He removed a lower jaw from his pocket, and mounted the piece onto a large puzzle of other body parts of a great monument. Their heads all faced one direction, their mouths hung wide open, and their fingers intricately and unknowingly from first glance pointed at the monument. A note inscribed on the head of the large piece read:

    “Now all my monster’s know my name…”

    BANG!

    The loud thumping stopped, as it was greeted with another.

    -STEPHEN HISSNER

  29. CHICKENFRYMATTHEWS

    March 21, 2011 at 10:59 pm

    It was Christmas Eve and Jakobean's mother had decided to get him a cat. She had picked it up off of the street and decided to stick it in a box and under the tree. Too bad for Jakobean, because when he had opened it, it attacked him. The cat ate his face off. It was hungry, wild, and had claws. First the claw got his eyes and he could not see. Then it got his ear and he could not hear. Then he died. His mom should have gotten him the new Get Scared EP instead. THE END.

  30. Shutup9246

    March 22, 2011 at 1:21 am

    I Emailed my story as I don't want anyone to read my story besides the band. Also I don't want people to steal it :).

  31. Carla L. Valo

    March 22, 2011 at 7:03 am

    They say dying in your sleep is the most peaceful way to go.

    They lied.

    Dying in your sleep isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be. It’s painless, sure, but it’s one hell of a time. And not in the good way. It’s dying of fright, nothing less. In this message, I’m going to tell you of a young man. He was just a regular young man, early 20’s, not the happiest with his life. But something…..felt extremely wrong. Already three of his friends had died in their sleep, one of which was with him, and he wanted to know what it was like. So, he set up an experiment. He would attempt to have this horrid “dream”, but wake up before he was “taken”.
    That night, he took down his black comforter and passed out on the navy blue sheets. It would only be a matter of time before the hell began.
    He woke up. At least he thought he did. Coming from the bathroom was a dim yellow light, something the young man had never seen before. The light was turned off before he went to bed. Getting up to turn it off, he dragged along the floor, pushing open the door gently. The yellow-tinted light became lighter, as the young man saw the horror that struck fear into him. His bathroom was smaller. It was dingy, dirty, tiles missing from the floor, paint peeling off of the walls. Stains and rust covered the walls and floor. The yellow-ish light above flickered, as broken glass covered the floor. The light sparked and dimmed down. A broken sink and toilet flooded reddish-brown fluids all over the floor, as the man cut his foot open on one of the broken tiles. As he went to open the medicine cabinet to retrieve the bandages, a reflection that would scar him for life stood before him. It wasn’t anything but himself….but only a mere few months after being dead and gone. His eyes were there, yes, but the flesh was decayed and yellow. His long, black hair was mangled and partially missing. Coffee-colored stains covered what was left of his white shirt, hanging loosely off of his disintegrating, partially covered shoulders. A thick, white fluid hung out of the sides of his mouth. He reached up one of his dirty hands to touch the reflection. The man heard a faint calling for him to get out of the room. He ignored it. Probably the worst decision of his life.
    Whatever it was in the mirror crawled out. It took ahold of the young man, tearing the back of the tendons in his mangled nails, preventing the young man from running. Ripping the flesh as he moved up to face his live doppleganger, he took ahold of his shoulders, ripping the arms out of their sockets, blood spraying in every direction. It all happened in a frenzy for the young man. But before he knew it, the thing had grabbed his neck, snapping it to the side. The reflection looked up and let out a long, high pitched shriek at it’s success.
    The alarm to wake the young man went off, the loud beeps sure to wake him up.
    He was too late, he didn’t wake up.
    He was gone.

  32. Prettyodd128

    March 22, 2011 at 10:37 pm

    Silent slaughter 

    This story begins with a young man named Charles Quinn, he always kept to himself and nobody talked to him because he was strange. People never understood why a young man would live all alone in an old house up on a mountain away from civilization. People made rumors, that he would go to the cemetery  at night and dig up women's corpse and do things that only a demented person would. But what people didn't know was that their suspicions were true. Charles had a fascination with women, he loved them and he knew that his feelings towards them were no good . He fantasized about them in the cruelest way you could never imagine . In one point of his life he couldn't take it anymore so he decided to go out one night just to stalk a woman . Then to his surprise  he found a beautiful woman  waiting for the bus but what he didn't realize was that his mind was killing him . He wanted to touch her not look at her he couldn't contain himself so what he did was he grabbed her from behind and hit her hard that she lost consciousness . He took her back to his place and tied her up and waited until she was awake. When she woke up he was sitting  across from her . The woman tried getting  away  and screaming but couldn't move because she was paralyzed . He just stared at her and she stared back with eyes weld up with tears .  He didn't say anything  to her he then picked up a knife pointed it right to her face and cuts her into pieces. He saved everything from her just like he did to the others . His demented mind made him create art with these corpses he tried making his own “girls” with the others' body parts like if they were puzzle pieces . When he finished  with his “girls” he would  then displayed them all around his room and then  go on killing for his next creation . Charles never got caught  not until he passed away that the police found all the bodies in his room. The police said that the girls looked alive, it was until they touched them that they realized  they were dead.

  33. lenfantvon

    March 24, 2011 at 12:33 am

    A few years ago I went on a camping trip with some of my friends to this little place up north called “The Witch's Cauldron.” Ever heard of it? Nope? Well the legend is that there's a witch up there who lives in this tiny little house built below the ground of the forest. And whenever there's a full moon she goes out and walks her little black cat in search of young humans to throw into her cauldron.

    Well it just so happened that the night we were going camping was a full moon. None of us were scared of course. It was only a silly legend. And we had never heard any stories of anything bad happening during these so called “witch outings.”

    A few hours passed by and it started to get darker so we decided to start a fire to keep us warm. My friend Steve offered to go get us some firewood seeing as he was the biggest of us so he could carry the most firewood.

    A few minutes went by, then an hour. But he never returned.

    It was then that we decided to go look for him. We walked through the woods, shining our flashlights in every location possible but found nothing. There seemed to be no one else in the forest or even for miles.

    Suddenly we heard a quiet meow from a distance. I looked down at my feet and there sat a little black cat with glowing green eyes. He stared at me right in the eyes and in between his clenched teeth was Steve's lucky horseshoe necklace.

    I went out to grab it but the cat ran off and we all just walked back to our campsite.

    We sat in silence for a while trying to figure the whole thing out, when from out in the distance we heard another silent meow. We looked between each other as it got louder and louder and louder. We reached for our flashlights but the batteries had been drained.

    And out in the distance were those same glowing green eyes staring right back at me. We ran back into the car and locked all of the doors. It took a few hours but we finally all fell asleep.

    The next morning we found claw marks on the seat right next to my face and sitting on the dashboard was Steve's lucky horseshoe necklace. We checked the doors again but they were still locked. And ever since that day we never went back to “The Witch's Cauldron” and we never again saw our dear friend Steve.

  34. Samy

    March 24, 2011 at 11:59 am

    Well, here is my story, I hope you like that:

    …I claimed to be a person without fear. For me, the biggest fears meant nothing as death and still does not mean anything…
    Today I am here, lying and desperate despite a strange confinement. I can only see the sky through a small glass. Hear cries and whispers in a cold and gloomy.
    Petrified little look around me and how through that glass descend slowly while synchronized dropped shovels dirt on me. Reaction chill hit me and shout to all sides of what real confusing and would be the funeral of my alleged death.
    These cries of pain that had previously heard were overshadowed by the mine filled with fear and despair. Nobody seemed to listen.
    Resigned I looked like that little glass land off the light. Without strength in the haze of pain I gave my last cry I was lost in the dark than it incredibly might say, my coffin.
    Again I wake up with tears in what was my room. Happy that had just been a horrible dream.
    My pride was at too great to not have anything but my mother saw me and said in a tone of grace “- I know what scares you. Signature: The Nightmare – “. An accurate answer so I thought over breakfast.
    In the evening while returning from school I get a message on my phone from my mother. By reading this post I had wanted to be another of the tricks that characterize my fun mother, and not something so real that made me trop my mobile in the soil…: “Son, where you were yesterday? It cost me a life, out the land of your sheets… ” ?

  35. Samy

    March 24, 2011 at 12:05 pm

    Hello!! That is my horror story:

    …I claimed to be a person without fear. For me the biggest fears meant nothing as death and still does not mean anything. ,,,
    Today I am here, lying and desperate despite a strange confinement. I can only see the sky through a small glass. Heard cries and whispers in a cold and gloomy.
    Petrified little look around me and how through that glass descend slowly while synchronized dropped shovels dirt on me. Reaction chill hit me and shout to all sides of what real confusing and would be the funeral of my alleged death.
    These cries of pain that had previously heard were overshadowed by the mine filled with fear and despair. Nobody seemed to listen.
    Resigned looked like that little glass land off the light. Without strength in the haze of pain I gave my last cry I was lost in the dark than it incredibly might say, my coffin.
    Again I wake up with tears in what was my room. Happy that had just been a horrible dream.
    My pride was at too great to not have anything but my mother saw me and said in a tone of grace “- I know what scares you. Signature: The Nightmare – “. An accurate answer so I thought over breakfast.
    In the evening while returning from school I get a message on my phone from my mother. By reading this post I had wanted to be another of the tricks that characterize my fun mother and not something so real that made me drop my mobile in the soil…”- Son, where you were yesterday? It cost me a life, out the land of your sheets…. ” ?

  36. Caitlin Ashley Wasson

    March 27, 2011 at 7:14 pm

    This Is My horror Story its called The Woods :)

    Lucinda was walking through the woods, her long dark hair was blowing in the wind. It was a cold fall night though Lucinda had no shoes on. She was not quite sure how she had gotten here. She walked for another hour only getting lost farther into the woods with no way out. She was very tired so she decided to sit down. She sat down under a large oak tree. Then she felt something drip onto her head. She looked up and saw a muatilized corpse hanging down from the large oak tree. Lucinda screamed at the top of her lungs and ran. Then she stopped to catch her breath. She heard footsteps they kept getting closer and closer. She was frozen in fear, she tried to scream though no sound came out. The foot steps got closer and closer then she felt someone breathing down her neck. Then she turned around and their was a man completly covered in blood with a bloody axe in his hand. Lucinda let out a horrified high pitch scream. Then the man picked up the axe and swung at Lucinda. She screamed and screamed in agonizing pain. The man swung and swung untill Lucinda had not another breath in her body. Lucinda now was just a mautilized corpse smashed into the forest floor. The police found her and the outher victims corpses, though the axe murderer was never found

  37. Adrianna Milke

    March 30, 2011 at 8:51 pm

    My story is inspiried by Alesana's short story, The Emptiness. It is a horrific love story about man who has just got done making love to his lover, goes away for a few minutes and comes back to find his lover has slit her own throat. He falls to his knees in agony thinking why she did this. With no other options, bury's her body in an empty, undone room in his house. Runs out of his house and into his town. To revenge his love, he murders a passing by man & woman. After running away again and seeing his loves face everywhere he realizes he must rejoin her on the other side. So with no second thoughts, takes his knife from his pocket and slits his throat. The End (: Thats just a taste of it, I'd write the whole story if I could, but its a short story.

  38. zach

    April 11, 2011 at 7:17 am

    your having dinner and you hear your mom call you down. “dinners ready!” As you walk towards the kitchen something grabs your leg… its your mom she says” dont go in there.. i heard it too”.

  39. Maira

    April 14, 2011 at 9:28 pm

    …”Cold white frost day dawned under curtains and ominous wind insensitive evanescent mists of fog, which covered the sky with thin white threads artistic trifles, gave about a new and magnificent sunrise.
    Away the fog as he reveals the blue sky behind a white curtain. The forest still dozing, its trees still harbored the dark silky smooth that evening had surprised them.
    The sweet caramel drops that have sprung from amber sky, blooming branches and trunks of these massive giants that buzzed his last seconds of sleep.

    Stealthily approached the pond, to the forbidden waters, which long, thin rays of light painted the reflection of her pale face, his dark angel wings shone with the light white painted hybrid that feeling of sadness and anger, had awakened from a long sleep, and longed for revenge staring. He recalled his flesh and the stench of darkness engulfing his soul death had satisfied his thirst with her cold blood, and many dark memories seemed distant with the clarity of a new day. He had opened his eyes again, but the emptiness I felt inside was so intense that it blinded any ray of hope that could comfort her. Did not feel the beating of his heart, nor the path of blood in his veins … Even so, tore all verve of strength, and vented their sentences to those green waters that threaten … And those tears that swept her cheeks, turned into tears of blood. His pale gray eyes stared straight ahead, and a strange shadow loomed across the pond …
    The brightness of the eyes of this dark figure, overtook that fallen angel, lost in that remote place, hidden away from life and death. So … an icy sensation ran through her body, something or someone was surprised that he is innocent, believe that revenge after his death would be possible. He quickly turned, and saw those eyes, that face that had once been among putrid dark bars covered with mold … the same face that had appeared in his sinister lethargy … for so long ….
    The trembling hand of him that was returned mortal precious treasure in life, she had given him, that silvery pendant with gothic stone gargoyle that …
    The time back to the past, when looked at together again one last time, this girl with long golden hair and emerald eyes gave away the heart of his love to present to his mistress that arcane treasure that had protected their ancestors … But … grazed their bodies a shadow, a shadow came back from Hades, a shadowy blinded their eyes

    And the silence … mortuary silence broke the fading succumbed, air escaped through the doors of darkness evil, like the breath forgotten to find life in the crypt. Suffocated by the torn and doleful feeling of agony, both intertwined their hopes for an end to this sinister despair.

    That dark shadow … separated. Damian fell into the water, his life seemed to drown the black depths of pain … And those tears of blood flowed back under the eyelids of the innocent girl who in spite of suffering, finally drowned clutching the arms of death, a strange miracle, his immortal life arose as a new chapter in a mythical ancient book … their silvery and ancient letters, would be written along his revenge … ANHELIEH.”

    I hope you like that! ;)

  40. Daniel Koucheravy

    April 23, 2011 at 4:14 am

    A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.
    What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
    At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said “Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”

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