scary stories

The scariest I’ve ever been was during a camping trip into the Great Gulf Wilderness Area of Northern New Hampshire

I pitched my tent for the night and just before I fell asleep I heard some rustling in the bushes. I looked outside the tent and even in the dark I could see the outline of a large brown bear approaching the tent. I stayed perfectly quiet trying not to make a sound and the bear eventually walked away but not before making a growling sound that still haunts my dreams :hide:



Hotwater

 

i read the shit out of those books as a child.

don't sell yourself short, you're always scary.

 

broony...I definitely remember that book! And I loved it!

Ok, I'll tell a story that still freaks me out to this day...

The house I grew up in (which I'm actually renovating to rent right now) was originally built in the 1730's. There was a fire in roughly the 1760's-1770's (which I didn't find out until later)...

Starting at the age of 4, I'd wake up randomly in the middle of the night to a little girl sitting at the end of my bed. She was in a white-ish/pale colored dress with long dark curly hair and a headband of some sort on. I remember it all clear as day, right down to her green eyes. She'd sit there and just swing her legs off my bed, like kids do, and would never talk or anything. Usually, she wouldn't even acknowledge me. She'd just sit there, swinging her legs and would sometimes look over at me.

This happened up until I moved at the age of 12. I never saw her again after I left and not even now that I moved back in here. Although, I do hear a woman's voice coming from upstairs once in a while when I'm sitting in the living room.

So, after doing some research in high school because I was so fascinated with the girl, I found out that in the fire, a young girl named Madeline had. The fire started in her bedroom (which was where my bedroom was) from the fireplace while she was asleep.

A few years ago, when I bought the house from my grandmother, I was going through the basement with my father and I found a small chest in one of the closet-type cubby rooms that masons used to have in their basements. In the chest, I found a charred doll and a few music boxes. The doll was so creepy and still haunts me to this day!

 

Yeah, I was on my grandparents farm and read one about this farmer who mocked and beat the shit out of his scarecrow, and than at the end the scarecrow was laying his corpse out on the roof to dry in the sun.

I looked outside at the scarecrow and had some wicked night terror.

This was last week by the way. I scare easily. :biggrin:

 

I'd like to pick them up again. I don't remember what they were about since its been 14 years or so.

 

Some sucker was thoughtful enough to post them on youtube for your convenience

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dBGmMXp3pF0&feature=player_embedded"]YouTube - The Wendigo - Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark



Hotwater

 

I think ill re read it again instead =p

 

I don’t blame you and now that I think about it that would be the equivalent of sitting through 40 grueling hours of lousy Stephen King movies based on his brilliant collection of short stories from the novella Nightshift



Hotwater

 

Why I don't disagree with you on Nightshift, The Shining and Shawshank Redemption were better movies than they were books.

 

You're right about Shawshank but I'd still give a slight nod to the novel over the movie The Shining



Hotwater

 

I remember that book. My grandma gave it to me. I loved it! They've written two more editions besides that one

 

I liked lovelyxmalia's story spoooky

 

I have a good story to share, but no time right now. This weekend, I promiss.

Meanwhile, check out this story, It scared me, lol.

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2011/01/wolves.html

 

One of my earliest memories is going down to the very bottom floor of the hospital when my brother was born (I had just turned 4). I tried to get off the elevator and remember how creepy it was down there. It sparked my curiosity and interest in hospitals period, but all I can remember is a bunch of beds with tall bars on them and it was darker down there. And my grandpa was really quick to pull me back into the elevator. I like creepy hospitals and the older and creepier the better. Yeah..it's not a story I guess, but a tale of my obsession.

 

obsession can be scary too.

 

X)