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xpogocox is not online. xpogocox
Joined: 24 Oct 2009
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31 Oct 2012 06:28 PM
Hi guiz want a free ice dagger? Write me a scary story in honor of Halloween. I'll judge the entries later tonight. You'll be judged on scariness and grammar so make it count!


~Vilicus
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tyleralex123 is not online. tyleralex123
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31 Oct 2012 06:29 PM
The blizzard was raging fiercely around them as the brothers stumbled down the long road. they were miles from any farm, and knew they had to seek shelter or freeze to death. So it was with gratitude that the two brothers spotted a saloon and pushed their way through the door.
Every eye in the room turned upon them, as the boys ordered coffee with the last of their money. As the bartender went to fetch the hot drink, most of the regulars returned to their conversations. But one man continued to stare; a massive butcher with a mop of red hair and a long red beard who was the worse for drink.


“You’re looking at me funny,” the butcher slurred, looming over the two boys.


“We weren’t looking at you,” said the older boy. “We were just warming ourselves by the fire.”


“Are you calling me a liar?” he shouted. Around the room crowd grinned; they loved a good fight.


“We didn’t say that,” said the older boy quickly, waving his hands and accidentally striking the butcher on the arm. That did it. The butcher grabbed the boy by the collar. “No one hits me and gets away with it,” he roared and threw the boy headfirst into the huge fire raging in the hearth.
There was a moment of stunned silence in the saloon, and then the elder boy screamed in agony as the flames engulfed him from head to toe. The younger lad shouted in terror. The older boy stumbled out of the fireplace, as the little brother tried to beat out the fire with his small hands.
The butcher loomed above them, grinning sadistically as the flaming boy lost consciousness, his screams dying away.


“Your turn,” the butcher said to his brother. The younger boy gasped in fear and fled for his life out into the raging snow. The boy’s little frozen body was not found until the spring.


One evening, a decade after the death of the two young boys, a burly man with a long red beard came strolling down the road one taken by the brothers. The butcher had heard rumors of a ghost but had discarded them as so much poppycock and tavern talk.


As he meandered down the road, he became aware that a silence had fallen. In the odd silence, he heard the footsteps of a large animal. They walked when he walked and stopped when he stopped. Pulse pounding madly, the butcher turned. Behind him, large as an ox, stood a black dog with blazing blue eyes and sharp teeth. The butcher had seen those blue eyes once before, gazing at him from the face of a young boy trying to save his burning brother.


The black dog growled softly and took a step forward. The butcher whirled around to flee and found himself face to face with tall figure covered from head to toe in flames. The burning boy reached out toward the butcher with hands withered and blackened by fire. The butcher gave a terrified scream and fell, blood gushing from eyes and nose. He was dead before he hit the ground.


To this day, the black dog and the flaming figure still appeared in that vicinity to harass travelers and speed them on their way.
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DHThbdv583 is not online. DHThbdv583
Joined: 20 Dec 2009
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31 Oct 2012 06:29 PM
once upon a time there was a

boo!

the end
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Vilicus is not online. Vilicus
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31 Oct 2012 06:30 PM
Legit Giveaway right hur.
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Uncharted1234 is not online. Uncharted1234
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31 Oct 2012 06:30 PM
guy who wrote long story wasted his time

nice job
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ihatefred1 is not online. ihatefred1
Joined: 10 Sep 2009
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31 Oct 2012 06:30 PM
hrey kyle
u mind gime me dat id
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XxMaRsXxRuIn is not online. XxMaRsXxRuIn
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31 Oct 2012 06:31 PM
LOL TYLER COPY & PASTED!
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tyleralex123 is not online. tyleralex123
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31 Oct 2012 06:31 PM
No, i got it from my old 8th grade scary story assignment.
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H75 is not online. H75
Joined: 28 May 2011
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31 Oct 2012 06:32 PM
there is a jungle at the base of mount fugi were pwople go to kill demselves.



150 bodies are found every year, thats 1 person every 3 days.



True story, never go to china.
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Maxxell is not online. Maxxell
Joined: 25 Aug 2009
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31 Oct 2012 06:33 PM
A HORROR STORY: By Maxxell

CHAPTER 1
"Oh look a spider."

CHAPTER 2
"OMG where did the spider go?!"

CHAPTER 3
-Everyone dies-

THE END

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Vilicus is not online. Vilicus
Joined: 25 Jan 2012
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31 Oct 2012 06:34 PM
@Tyler,

"The Brother's Revenge, a Wisconsin Ghost Story"

@h75,
I know about that forest, its pretty cool.
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H75 is not online. H75
Joined: 28 May 2011
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31 Oct 2012 06:34 PM
^never get lost there, they won't bother with a search party.
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ihatefred1 is not online. ihatefred1
Joined: 10 Sep 2009
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31 Oct 2012 06:34 PM
o and i got mine
Once upon time there was an ugly barnacle
He was so ugly everyone died
The End

:)
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RobloScientist is not online. RobloScientist
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31 Oct 2012 06:35 PM
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Tobi6355 is online. Tobi6355
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31 Oct 2012 06:35 PM
One rainy, windy night, not unlike tonight, a man was walking home alone, down a dark, deserted street that ran right by the local cemetary.
As he passed the gates, he heard a bump in the darkness behind him. Not daring to look back, he quickened his pace. But, the bumping noise continued behind him.
He stopped and turned to see what it was. Coming down the road behind him was a coffin, standing on end, bumping from side to side - BUMP, BUMP, BUMP.
The man, terrified for his life, turned and ran into the driving rain. Behind him, the coffin came faster - BUMP, BUMP, BUMP! Ahead of him, there was a branch that had fallen from a tree. He reached down and grabbed it as he ran by. Still running, he turned and threw it over his shoulder at the coffin - but it just splintered when it hit the coffin and the coffin continued coming faster - BUMPITY, BUMPITY, BUMPITY!
The man turned the corner onto his street and ran through his front gate, the coffin right behind him. His splitting axe was resting against his woodpile so he snagged it, turned, and gave a mighty two-handed throw sending it end over end right at the coffin. SMASH! - the axe shattered on the unnaturally strong wood of the coffin and it continued after him.
The man dashed in his house, but the coffin crashed through the front door. The man ran upstairs and grabbed his shotgun off the wall display. He blasted the coffin with both barrels, but the shot bounced harmlessly off the coffin as it continued up the stairs - BUMP, CLOMP, BUMP, CLOMP!
The man, desperate and scared to death, jumped into the bathroom and locked the door - knowing it would do no good. The coffin Banged against the door, once ..., twice ..., and on the third time, the door exploded and the coffin came forward.
In desperation the man reached out his hand and grabbed whatever he could. All that was there was a bottle of cough syrup so he threw it at the coffin.
The bottle shattered, the cough syrup poured on the coffin,


and the coffin stopped.
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Vilicus is not online. Vilicus
Joined: 25 Jan 2012
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31 Oct 2012 06:36 PM
@ Tobi,
"The Coffin Story"

You nubs, I want original stories that you write, not google stories.
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ihatefred1 is not online. ihatefred1
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31 Oct 2012 06:37 PM
kioll is mine ok
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Vilicus is not online. Vilicus
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31 Oct 2012 06:37 PM
@Roblo, however many you feel you need.
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H75 is not online. H75
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31 Oct 2012 06:37 PM
look in the mirror.




were ish mah dagger >:O
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31 Oct 2012 06:37 PM
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31 Oct 2012 06:38 PM
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matty21 is not online. matty21
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31 Oct 2012 06:38 PM
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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masterwolfstar is not online. masterwolfstar
Joined: 24 Jun 2011
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31 Oct 2012 06:39 PM
it all started with a butterfly then it started singing this song
There was an old farmer
Who lived on a rock
He sat in the meadow
Just shaking his

Fist at some boys
Who were down by the crick
Their feet in the water
Their hands on their

Marbles and playthings
And at half past four
There came a young lady
She looked like a

Pretty young creature
She sat on the grass
She pulled up her dress
And she showed them her

Ruffles and laces
And white fluffy duck
She said she was learning
A new way to

Bring up her children
So they would not spit
While the boys in the barnyard
Were shoveling
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/arrogant+worms/the+assumption+song_20821883.html ]
Refuse and litter
From yesterday's hunt
While the girl in the meadow
Was rubbing her

Eyes at the fellow
Down by the dock
He looked like a man
With a sizable

Home in the country
With a big fence out front
And if he asked her politely
She'd show him her

Little pet dog
Who was subject to fits
And maybe she'd let him
Grab hold of her

Small tender hand
With a movement so quick
And then she'd bend over
And suck on his

Candy, so tasty
Made of butterscotch
And then he'd spread whipped cream
All over her

Cookies that she had
Left out on her shelf
If you think this is dirty then u can go fudge urself owned best story ever
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Vilicus is not online. Vilicus
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31 Oct 2012 06:40 PM
@Matty, Axe Murder Hallow
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While is not online. While
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31 Oct 2012 06:40 PM
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed.

Today a friend of mine told me a story.

His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):

"They were doing mission work in some nasty little south American country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister
had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb
chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those
who told of them.

The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept vomit. The thing moved without ever actually moving
its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren't already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking
on your door...

Once for you skin, which she'll use to patch her own decaying flesh.

Twice for your muscle, which she'll gnash her teeth on between victims.

Thrice for your bones, which she'll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims.

Four times for your heart, which she'll wear around her neck.

Five times for your teeth, which she'll polish and keep in a box.

Six times for your eyes, which she'll see the faces of your loved ones through.

Seven times for your soul, which she'll eat whole - you can never pass while you're in her stomach.

She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.

You can try to outrun her, but she's faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she's knocking on your door, she won't be so courteous when she catches up to you.

Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest
turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that's right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill
someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again."

Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in
tiny, kid-like handprints."

His aunt was really wasted the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered.
that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop messing with me.

He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.

Then a little girl's voice spoke over the line: "WITNESS." I hung up.

Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom.
She's doing it slowly... I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn't get to my car in time anyway. She started
knocking on my bed room door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.

Nice knowing you guys, it's been f
WITNESS
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