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@ShadowSkillz
b00bs don't do that in real life . . . too much fan service & not scary

@McAwesomesauce
lol, that made me laugh more

http://inuscreepystuff.blogspot.com/2011/06/noend-house.html

The pasta to end all pastas.

Go read Highschool of the dead manga, it says its "Horror genre" but it still didn't make me scared o.o

jeff the killer was pretty good

The Rake is a fairly decent scary story.
creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Rake

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns?
U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

@NOTaDecentName
thanks for the bump . . . .?

@Tribe
aww i cant see.
Can you copy and paste to basil?

Once upon a time, there was an ugly barnacle.
He was so ugly...everyone died.
Thee end.

@dillbert
kyaaa, that was exciting

@zentai
I heard that one before, it gave me shivers the first time i heard it~

@chaunceychu
please no screamer please no screamer
can you paraphrase? i have screamer phobia

Recapped story from memory, this isn't copy paste version.

One night a farther and a mother went out for dinner, so they called a baby sitter to look after the two kids at home. A while later the baby sitter arrived and the parents gave her the number in case of emergency's, a hour passes as the baby sitter just watches T.V but suddenly a bulletin on the news that a murderer has escaped prison and is advised everyone lock their doors and windows. She just changes the channel but notices a creepy clown statue in the garden, so she calls the parents. She says 'Could I please put a cover over your clown statue it's creeping me out...' The parents fell silent and replied ' Get out of there we don't have a clown statue, we are calling the police take the kids and get out, five minutes after the call was made the police arrived. Only to find the kids and babysitter dead.

2 spooky.

Found this one pretty scary if you exempt the last little paragraph...

There once was a family of five. Three children and two parents, who loved their kids with all their hearts. This family lived in a nice home in a quaint little town called Bakerston. Their lives were simple and pleasant, and Bakerston was an unusually peaceful town that had little to no crime.

One of their children, the eldest daughter, was named Felicity, and she was very good at watching her little brothers, Raymon and Rory. So, occasionally their parents would go out for the night and have Felicity watch her brothers until they got back. Felicity was very good at this. She would always play a game similar to hide and seek. She'd stand in the living room with her hands over her eyes and say, "Children, Children, All around, run before you can be found. For I am on the loose today, hide before I can say...." Then she'd wait, listening to their rustling feet as they would hide. She'd search the house looking for them, and when she got close, she'd wait right outside the place she knew they were hiding and she'd say "Boo!"

When they heard this sound, they would know that she was close, so if she was correct they would have to reply with the words, "Hello Felicity!" and she'd scoop them up and hug them. If the other child was close enough that they heard these words, they were allowed additional time to find a new spot, and then Felicity and the found child would look for them together.

The children absolutely loved this game, and they insisted that she play it with them every time they were together. One night, recently after their parents left, Felicity and the boys were relaxing in their home. The boys were in their rooms, off of the living room, and Felicity was in the living room reading. Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the door. Felicity, thinking it might be her parents and that they would be upset that the boys weren't asleep, she rushed to the intercom system that allowed anyone in the living room to speak to all the rooms in the house. The boys had one in their room too. This made it so that no one had to yell fromm room to room in the house.

She pressed the button and said quietly, "Open your door and get underneath your covers. I think it's mom and dad. Pretend to be asleep." Then she went to answer the door.

The boys did as they were told and got beneath their covers. They heard the door open, but no other sounds. It was quiet. Then, the intercom beeped which meant someone was on the other side. A voice said, "Children children, all around...." The little boys shivered. It was Felicity, and she sounded scared. She had spoken at a whisper and they became frightened. They stayed in their beds, still scared. Then, "Run before you can be found.." They glanced at each other in horror. "For he is on the loose today....hide before...I can say..."
"She wants to play the game..." Rory whispered to Raymon.
The waited a few seconds. Then, it came on again.
"Children Children All Around."
Silence.
"Run Before you can be found."
Silence.
"For it is on the loose today. Hide before I can say...."
The boys quickly decided that they needed to hide. They crawled to their favorite place, which was a broom closet in the hallway that Felicity claimed was too small to fit in. But the boys knew it wasn't. She never found them there. She always called quits if either of them chose that spot.

They quieted their breathing and listened for sounds. They heard a soft shuffling of feet, but that was all.
They stayed in the closet a long time.
Suddenly though, another sound filled their ears.
THUD. *shuffle shuffle shuffle* THUD. *shuffle shuffle shuffle* THUD. THUD THUD.
The sound got closer and closer and closer and closer.
They heard Felicity's voice whisper, but it seemed to come from throughout the house. "Children Children all around, run before you can be found. For I am on the loose today, hide before I can say......" Silence.
Then, in the softest whisper of all, right outside the closet they heard, "Boo?"
Rory opened his mouth to say 'hello Felicity' but Raymon closed his hand over Rory's mouth. It was silent for a long time. Then, from Raymon and Rory's right, inside the closet, a voice was heard.
"Hello Felicity."
Rory and Raymon turned ice cold. But they didn't move.
Outside the closet Felicity started to cry. Then, in tears she said, "New game. Rory is it."

That same night the parents of Rory Raymon and Felicity game home to a devastating sight. On the table was a letter that had apparently been opened by Felicity that said, "I want to play your game. I'm in the children's room. We'll all play together."

They proceeded to look throughout the house for their children. They couldn't find them that night. The next night they found Rory. His eyes were sewn shut and he was jammed underneath the kitchen sink covered in blood.

The day after that they found Raymon. His eyes were sewn shut and he was shoved underneath his bed covered in blood. The day after that they found Felicity. Her eyes were sewn shut and she was squished inside a cupboard. The deaths were mourned and they bodies were buried.

A week later another body was discovered. A missing mortician was found crammed inside the hallway closet with his sewing kit clutched between his cold dead fingers.

The THUD THUd *shuffle shuffle shuffle* the children had heard had been the sound of Felicity bumping into walls. She had been looking for them and she couldn't see, because her eyes had been sewn shut.

Years later it was said that the soft calling of Felicity's voice could be heard, calling the word to the children's hide-and seek rhyme.
Children children all around
Run before you can be found
For I am on the loose today
Run before I can say....
BOO.

[quote=Zeff]It's almost 4 A.M. There's no way in hell I'm going to read any of these.
Why the hell am I even in this thread?
Oh gosh, I'm already thinking about clowns. Here we go. </3[/quote]

please help me, theres a damsel in distress you know.
I need scary stories~

It's almost 4 A.M. There's no way in hell I'm going to read any of these.
Why the hell am I even in this thread?
Oh gosh, I'm already thinking about clowns. Here we go. </3

[quote=LeonZan]I will help but our definitions of "scary" may vary

Can You give me a scary story first? it will help me give you one [/quote]

There was once a ballet Major at the University of California Irvine campus. She practiced every day, rigorously.
One day, a boy walked past her dorm and saw her spinning and practicing. He smiled and moved on to his classes. Nighttime came and he was by then tired.
When he passed by her dorm again while going towards his own, he saw her, still spinning as she was int he morning.
Puzzled, and a tad worried, he called the campus dorm security to check up on her.
When the dorm security arrived, and knocked, there was no response.
After confirming that she was still in her room, the security officers used a spare key and let themselves in.
They found her hanged, with the end of the rope attached to the ceiling fan, and her body was spinning and spinning.

sorry, kinda rushed, but you get the idea

@dillbert
oh, hahah, I heard that one before
edit1 oh, that second one gave me slight chills, but ive heard ones with windows alot hahah

@TheSupaHobo
tried it, wasnt scared

A little girl's parents went out for a business dinner so they hired a babysitter to watch her.

"Can I have some ice cream?" the little girl, Holly asked after supper.
"Sure" the babysitter, Beatrice said. "Where's the freezer?"
"In the basement, so are the nuts, cherries and candy and stuff."

When she went down to get the ice cream, she looked out the window to see a little girl standing outside. This didn't strike her as too suspicious and she simply brushed it off.

After she had given Holly her ice cream, Holly asked, "Can I have some hot fudge on this, please?"
"Course," was the quick reply.

After Beatrice went back down into the basement to retrieve the hot fudge, she looked back out the window to see the same little girl, only wearing a red cape. She absentmindedly wondered if the girl was playing dress-up as she trudged back upstairs.

"Got it," she deadpanned after setting the hot fudge in the microwave and putting the thick chocolate goop on the ice cream.
"Can I please have some nuts on this please...?"
"Really?"
"Puh-lease?"
"Fine..." she sighed already heading back down the stairs. As she got the nuts out of a small cabinet in the wall she looked back out the window to see the same little girl in the red cape, holding a knife.

As she ran upstairs she decided she was calling the police.
"Ooh Thank you!" Holly squealed happily from her perch on her pink Disney Princess booster seat.
"Uh-I-I yeah. Hey, Holly, I need you to-"
"Oh no! Can I have a cherry on top, please?"

Not wanting to alarm Holly, she decided that she would go get the cherries, then call the police after locking herself and Holly in the bathroom. There's no way the little girl could get inside if the windows and doors were all locked.

After slowly descending down the stairs, she opened the freezer with shaky arms.
Daring to peek out of the window, she closed her eyes before staring out it.
The same little girl, in the same red cape, holding the same knife was there. Only the knife now had blood on it.

Running up the stairs, scared of what might await, she checked on Holly.
Holly was dead, a small pool of blood forming on the floor under her.
She ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind her before dialing 911.

When the police arrived, the tearful mother and father were with them. The mother approached Beatrice, sobbing uncontrollably. "What happened?"

"Oh God- I'm sorry oh God! I-I saw this little girl with this red cape and a knife outside your basement window!"

The mother said, "We-we don't have any basement windows, only mirrors..."

[quote=TheSupaHobo]Not a story. Go download slenderman and play it with the lights off.[/quote]

You just made me look at life in a totally diffrent way. P2FS P2FS P2FS

creepy pasta time!
ehehehehhe

One night a young girl, Lily Foster, is left alone for the night, in her country house, while her parents drove out to town for a party. This was fine with Lily, especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, protecting her throught the night. She made herself something to eat, and sat down at the kitchen table. Turning on the radio to her favorite station, she was surprised to hear a news bulleten declaring that an avenged murderer was on the loose. It advised that people secure all windows and doors as a safety precaution. With her dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors. She went from window to window, and locked each of them one at a time. She reassured herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog, and that her parents would be home shortly, anyway. So, Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around eleven o'clock that it was time for bed. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom, and slid under the big, warm blanket on her bed. Before closing her eyes, reached her hand down under the bed, and allowed her dog to lick it- she did this every night, because it comforted her. A short while later she awoke to the sound of a scratching noise at her bedrooom window. She eyed the window, and reminded herself that the whole house was locked and she was safe. She stuck her hand under her bed and felt her dog's slobbery tongue cross over the palm of her hand. She sighed and went back to sleep. An hour or so later she sat up in bed...She had heard footsteps in the hallway, and crept out of bed to see if it was possibly just her parents returning from their party. Seeing nothing, she returned to bed. As she was about to stick her hand under the bed, she heard a drip, drip, drip, followed by some footsteps. She walked downstairs into the kitchen and secured the the taps. That surely wasn't the source of the drip. She crept upstairs and climbed into bed. "This is silly," she told herself "I'm probably just imagining things." She stuck her hand under the bed, and felt the dog lick her hand. An hour later she awoke again. A little mad at this point, she jumped out of bed. The dripping wasn't coming from the kitchen so it must be from the bathroom. She crept along the side of the hallway, and walked into the bathroom. She groped along the side of the wall with her left hand, looking for the light switch. She flicked the light on and gasped. There, hanging from the shower rod was Scout-skinned-a pool of blood had formed on the bathroom tile with a continuous 'drip, drip, drip' as the blood from the dog hit the ground. Something on the wall caught her eye; written on the wall was a message in blood..."Humans can lick too."