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Aimee2323

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I'm incredibly bored.. I feel like reading something..

Post your stories here. They can be about anything (Within reason).

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I would post my stories, but they're extremely.. Dark..
 

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One day Mr Uni Corn was walking along his regular route being wiped off the kitchen table (because he is a Uni corn) he fell on the and met other corns of his kind. He fell in love with the dirt on the floor and decided that he would go hang out with the fun guys. So he went over there, until he realized that the mysterious evil called the Vacuum would come to suck him in to the world of trash. Mr Uni Corn was then pronounced dead at the scene.
 

kadeplays

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I have always been into scary novels, and books, I was never scared because I knew it wasn’t real. If only I could think that now.

I grew up in a small town in Spooner, Wisconsin. I had the best life you could have imagined, grew up with two brothers, went tubing on the lake. I got good grades in school, and went to an amazing collage.

One day, I visited a small vintage store, I was looking for an old interesting book.

“Do you have any old, cheap books?” I said.

“We have a clearance aisle down the hall to the right.”

“Thanks,” I looked at his nametag, “Ben” I walked down the hall, to the right. Right next to the bathrooms there was a small corner of books, labeled ‘Clearance’ I picked up a dark navy blue book, I’d say around 400 pages. I blew off the dust. “Every Page” I said to myself, “Written by Mary” I wondered why she didn’t have a last name, maybe it was just a typo? I opened the hardcover, and it said in bold letters ‘Warning’ I walked back to the cash register.

“Did you find everything?” Ben asked.

“Yes,” I handed him the book.

He grabbed it and looked at it, I could tell in his eyes, that he’d never seen this before. “Hmmph, no price tag..”

“Do you know what it would be worth?” I said.

“It’s yours,” he said, “on the house” he handed me the book back.

“Really? Thanks!” I walked out of the store with a little hop in my step.

After I got back to my house, I walked to the front door and took the key from the flower pot to the left of the door. I put the key into the hole, and it didn’t turn. “What the-” I tried to turn it harder, SNAP! “Goddamn!” I punched my door and sat down on the chair. I looked into the bag and grabbed out the book. I opened the cover and started reading.

“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary” the three kids said in the bathroom while spinning around 3 times. They stopped. The light started to flicker, then everything went black… “See? Nothing!” The kid said. The light switched on and in the reflection there was 3 boys, and a black figure with a bloody knife”

I shut the book closed. “This book is more appropriate for tonight.” I didn’t get it- why was it called ‘Every Page’ if it was about Bloody Mary? I took out my computer from my backpack and put it set it on the table and searched ‘Last Page by Mary’ only 3 links popped up, I clicked on the first one.

Teenager died, no evidence found. Only a book. The title was ‘Every Page’ by Mary, resting in his hands. Died on March, 3rd, 1933.

“This is so ridiculous,” I chuckled. I went back to the door and tried the knob once more. I toggled it and it swung open. “Finally,” I turned the lights on, “Max! Maxie! Treat boy!” Max came running to me and licked my leg. I picked him up and gave him a big kiss on the head. I took out a Beggin’ Strip, and held it up, he jumped up and snatched it with his pearly white teeth. “Good boy!”

I ate dinner alone again. When did I never?

“Okay, lets continue the story,” I grab the book and hop in bed. Right when I was about to read, the phone rang. I answered. “Hello?”

“Hey John!”

I recognized the voice. “Oh, hey Tyler!” He was one of my friends from college. “What did you call me for?”

“Sara, Annie, and I wanna come over, so we’re coming over.”

“Oh, okay, I guess.” I put my book away and looked at the clock. “9:33” I said to myself. “33… 33…” It sounded so familiar. I turned away and glanced back. The clock said error. I walked over to it and gave it a kick. It turned to 3:33. “What the heck?” I again, looked away and looked back. “9:34,” I had an accomplishing facial expression. “Fixed it.”

“Hey, John, you still there?” The phone said.

I walked back over to the phone that was set on the bedside table. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. I had a small problem.”

“You sound really weird, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little shaken. Thats all.” That number. 33, or 3. It just gave me shivers.

“Well, do you want us to still come over?”

“Yeah! Umm, totally.” I said, “I’ll set out some food, and put in a movie.”

“Okay, see ya in a bit. Bye”

“Bye.” I set down the phone and picked up the book, I opened to the first page, “Okay, so there was 3 boys, and they spun around 3 times…” I remembered researching it. They died on March 3rd … 1933. Which is… um… 3/3/33. “That is just creepy.” I looked at the calendar, “Today is March 3rd…”

The doorbell rang, I jumped and my heart skipped a beat. Then I heard knocking. “Yo, John!” The person said, “Open up!”

“Oh yeah, it’s Tyler.” I walked to the door, and opened it up. “Hey guys.”

“Heyyy John!” Sara said.

I have to say, Sara is REALLY hot.

We sit down to all watch the movie, “The Hunger Games” I dunno, it’s not my favorite I would say, but it’s not my least favorite movie.

“Oh Tyler!” Sara says out loud right at the part when Rue dies.

“Show some sorrow for that girl!” I reply as a joke.

“No, not that silly goose.” She says. “That book! I heard about that!”

I turn behind me and pick up ‘Every Page. “This old dusty thing?”

“Yes! Give it to me!” I give her the book. “This book was one of the most scariest books ever, legends say that if you read this book, and you do the thing in the bathroom. Bloody Mary will actually appear in your mirror and kill you.”

“Yeah that doesn’t seem so-” I start.

She interrupts and says, “Lets do it.”


If you want me to continue it just let me know.
 
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Nyanbaz

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I wrote a really screwed up story about a guy marries a woman with a goatee. Anyone wanna hear it?
 

Aimee2323

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I have always been into scary novels, and books, I was never scared because I knew it wasn’t real. If only I could think that now.

I grew up in a small town in Spooner, Wisconsin. I had the best life you could have imagined, grew up with two brothers, went tubing on the lake. I got good grades in school, and went to an amazing collage.

One day, I visited a small vintage store, I was looking for an old interesting book.

“Do you have any old, cheap books?” I said.

“We have a clearance aisle down the hall to the right.”

“Thanks,” I looked at his nametag, “Ben” I walked down the hall, to the right. Right next to the bathrooms there was a small corner of books, labeled ‘Clearance’ I picked up a dark navy blue book, I’d say around 400 pages. I blew off the dust. “Every Page” I said to myself, “Written by Mary” I wondered why she didn’t have a last name, maybe it was just a typo? I opened the hardcover, and it said in bold letters ‘Warning’ I walked back to the cash register.

“Did you find everything?” Ben asked.

“Yes,” I handed him the book.

He grabbed it and looked at it, I could tell in his eyes, that he’d never seen this before. “Hmmph, no price tag..”

“Do you know what it would be worth?” I said.

“It’s yours,” he said, “on the house” he handed me the book back.

“Really? Thanks!” I walked out of the store with a little hop in my step.

After I got back to my house, I walked to the front door and took the key from the flower pot to the left of the door. I put the key into the hole, and it didn’t turn. “What the-” I tried to turn it harder, SNAP! “Goddamn!” I punched my door and sat down on the chair. I looked into the bag and grabbed out the book. I opened the cover and started reading.

“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary” the three kids said in the bathroom while spinning around 3 times. They stopped. The light started to flicker, then everything went black… “See? Nothing!” The kid said. The light switched on and in the reflection there was 3 boys, and a black figure with a bloody knife”

I shut the book closed. “This book is more appropriate for tonight.” I didn’t get it- why was it called ‘Every Page’ if it was about Bloody Mary? I took out my computer from my backpack and put it set it on the table and searched ‘Last Page by Mary’ only 3 links popped up, I clicked on the first one.

Teenager died, no evidence found. Only a book. The title was ‘Every Page’ by Mary, resting in his hands. Died on March, 3rd, 1933.

“This is so ridiculous,” I chuckled. I went back to the door and tried the knob once more. I toggled it and it swung open. “Finally,” I turned the lights on, “Max! Maxie! Treat boy!” Max came running to me and licked my leg. I picked him up and gave him a big kiss on the head. I took out a Beggin’ Strip, and held it up, he jumped up and snatched it with his pearly white teeth. “Good boy!”

I ate dinner alone again. When did I never?

“Okay, lets continue the story,” I grab the book and hop in bed. Right when I was about to read, the phone rang. I answered. “Hello?”

“Hey John!”

I recognized the voice. “Oh, hey Tyler!” He was one of my friends from college. “What did you call me for?”

“Sara, Annie, and I wanna come over, so we’re coming over.”

“Oh, okay, I guess.” I put my book away and looked at the clock. “9:33” I said to myself. “33… 33…” It sounded so familiar. I turned away and glanced back. The clock said error. I walked over to it and gave it a kick. It turned to 3:33. “What the heck?” I again, looked away and looked back. “9:34,” I had an accomplishing facial expression. “Fixed it.”

“Hey, John, you still there?” The phone said.

I walked back over to the phone that was set on the bedside table. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. I had a small problem.”

“You sound really weird, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little shaken. Thats all.” That number. 33, or 3. It just gave me shivers.

“Well, do you want us to still come over?”

“Yeah! Umm, totally.” I said, “I’ll set out some food, and put in a movie.”

“Okay, see ya in a bit. Bye”

“Bye.” I set down the phone and picked up the book, I opened to the first page, “Okay, so there was 3 boys, and they spun around 3 times…” I remembered researching it. They died on March 3rd … 1933. Which is… um… 3/3/33. “That is just creepy.” I looked at the calendar, “Today is March 3rd…”

The doorbell rang, I jumped and my heart skipped a beat. Then I heard knocking. “Yo, John!” The person said, “Open up!”

“Oh yeah, it’s Tyler.” I walked to the door, and opened it up. “Hey guys.”

“Heyyy John!” Sara said.

I have to say, Sara is REALLY hot.

We sit down to all watch the movie, “The Hunger Games” I dunno, it’s not my favorite I would say, but it’s not my least favorite movie.

“Oh Tyler!” Sara says out loud right at the part when Rue dies.

“Show some sorrow for that girl!” I reply as a joke.

“No, not that silly goose.” She says. “That book! I heard about that!”

I turn behind me and pick up ‘Every Page. “This old dusty thing?”

“Yes! Give it to me!” I give her the book. “This book was one of the most scariest books ever, legends say that if you read this book, and you do the thing in the bathroom. Bloody Mary will actually appear in your mirror and kill you.”

“Yeah that doesn’t seem so-” I start.

She interrupts and says, “Lets do it.”


If you want me to continue it just let me know.
o.o I have to go asleep now.. I'm wayy too easily scared..

Continue please ;3
 

Dane Donnelly

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Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
“We’d better stop,” said Susan.
Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right. When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
“I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
“The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car. This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound. Bump. Bump. Bump. It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light. An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer. Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car. As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned. His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car.
“Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.
 
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