scary story contest

[ChangeMehDiaper]

iDiru

]I want to write a story but I can't think of anything >(

don't do that with the screen it messes up my forum so don't do it fix it! there i fixed it for you!

[iDiru]

zonedude89

iDiru

]I want to write a story but I can't think of anything >(

don't do that with the screen it messes up my forum so don't do it fix it! there i fixed it for you!

I didn't do anything with the screen...that's my post format e.e

[ChangeMehDiaper]

iDiru

zonedude89

iDiru

]I want to write a story but I can't think of anything >(

don't do that with the screen it messes up my forum so don't do it fix it! there i fixed it for you!

I didn't do anything with the screen...that's my post format e.e

well is there anyway where you don't spam! please

[iDiru]

zonedude89

iDiru

zonedude89

iDiru

]I want to write a story but I can't think of anything >(

don't do that with the screen it messes up my forum so don't do it fix it! there i fixed it for you!

I didn't do anything with the screen...that's my post format e.e

well is there anyway where you don't spam! please

What are you talking about? I'm only responding to your posts...
I'm not spamming.

[CedarRose]

Username:CedarRose

Story Title:Love Hurts

Story Genre:Thriller

Running.

The sky drenched the young girl in its lonely tears as she splashed down the dark street. She could hear the sound of hard footsteps only a short distance behind her, almost masked by the constant static of rain surrounding her, but she knew.

He was back. He wanted her.

"Go away!" the girl screamed, her voice only drowned out by her pounding heartbeat and water splashing, coating her jeans in mud. "Leave me alone!" She had to get away, she had to find help.

Blinking through the tears and rain on her face, she noticed a dim red light in front of her. As she ran closer, the light grew clearer, revealing a small sign that read "Open". A small shop faded into view, and she saw an employee shut off the sign and walk towards the back of the shop. The sound of footsteps behind her sounded closer, and she was almost out of breath. Any moment now, and her legs would give out under her. She was running out of time.

She ran into the door of the shop hard, panting. She tried the handle on the door, but it wouldn't budge. She rapped on the door loudly with her fist, calling for help. Desperately, she kicked at the door with a drenched shoe, but it was hopeless. She called out once more, and he was upon her.

She struggled, throwing her fists blindly. She tried to scream, but the strange figure put a large hand over her face. She kicked at him between his legs, and missed. She heard a deep laugh from the man holding her captive, as her lungs thirsted for air. Her eyes searched for some sign of help, but she knew she was alone. She looked up and saw the stormy sky fade to black, then red. With one last blind swing of her fist, her arm dropped, her body limp.

The man laughed again, and removed his hand from the girl's cold face. He held her head roughly in his hand and kissed her passionately. He then dropped her lifeless body to the ground, and walked into the stormy night.

He got her back.



lol now that's how you write a scary story. This was fun, thanks for the contest!

[JestersRose]

Dear inferno
Please read the memo before i posted my attempt, I am not a horror story writer, never have and never will be. As for the grammer and what ever else you seem to think. The little paragraph of s**t that i wrote, Was only written in two or three minutes.
So please LAY OFF
Thank you
Xox jester

[Succubus of Candy]

Username:1Golden_Rose1

Story Title: Little Cobblestone Path

Story Genre:Thriller

I walked down the little cobblestone road, completely unaware of my srroundings. That day had been different, should I have known what was to happen I would have been running. But then I felt the breeze in my hair, and the dark moonlight path begging for my steps. I was about to take another step when a small splash hit against my back, suttle yet noticeable like ocean spray. I turned, and froze in shock of what lay before me.

The body of a small child was sprawled on the pavement. Her head was tilted at an odd angle, and bloody gashes ripped across her chest. The blood was fresh, and the brilliant scarlet trickled lightly down into her clothing and soaked through, only to drip onto the cobblestones and form a puddle around her body. Her pigtails were also matted with dirt and mud, and a face filled with fear and desperation stared up through cold, unblinking eyes.

I cried in fear, upon recovering from the sight. Then I heard the footsteps. Soft, at first, like the pit pat of a cat's padded feet on wood. Than a bit harsher, like a child's. It grew stronger and stronger, until I could only keep myself from screaming as the heavy, deep footsteps of a grown man walked towards me. He was tall, and wore only a shirt with metal chains, and a pair of dark black trousers, along with a long trench coat, open at the chest. His face was hidden, by a mask only of pure white. Two slits for eyes was all, as if he needed no air holes. The most frightening aspect of him was his blackened machete, covered in dry blood along with the fresh ruby liquid of the little girl.

I started running then, picturing the little girl in my mind. I ran faster, praying he could not catch up. But he could, and did, his machete kept nipping at my heels. No, I thought. I can't die now.

I tried to run faster, but my nimbleness had gone with my breath. My pace slowed, while his increased, and his blade met the edge of my foot. He could have been smiling then, but I was too occupied with my leg. He had almost completely severed it, and blood was pouring down into the road. Despite this, I ran, ran until I could find shelter. I tried to hide inside a deep alleyway, which smelled of dung and rotten flesh. I hid beside a pile of trash, hoping he would not see me. I was not so lucky.

He laughed, the terrible sound dry and disconcerting, filling the air with a screeching sound. I winced, and tried to keep the weight off my foot. He walked closer, those familiar footsteps sending shots of fear down my back every time the foot met the small little cobblestone. Cobblestones, I wondered. So comforting, so welcoming, yet the sight of murder. How can something be so diverse...

He stopped almost completely next to me, so close I could reach out and touch him. He lifted his blade, and the spots left silver sparkled teasingly in the moonlight. I shut my eyes, knowing what would come next.

He brought it down in one sweeping moment, completely severing my head. For one second I felt immense pain, like burning my throat and pouring alcohol over it. But then it was gone, and I was somewhere cool, with the breeze once again caressing my body. I saw the little girl then, and I walked over and kneeled down next to her. " Want to go for a walk, sweetie?" She nodded, and broke down crying. I held her in a warm embrace, and got up. Hand in hand, we walked towards the gates of heaven.

[Lynnaira]

User name: graplegi

Story: The Stories I had been Told

Story theme: Suspense

I walked down the desolate sidewalk as the day slowly faded into evening, regretting falling asleep at the bus stop. The wind whirred softly, the scent of rain floating on the wind. The street was deserted and lonely. I recalled the stories my mother had once told me of the dangers of walking alone at night. She had told me of the monsters and ghouls waiting to snatch you away and bring you into the darkness of the night. The hairs stood up on the back of my neck and a chill ran down my spine. Though I knew that monsters were merely fictional, it still made me worried.

A rustle in the bushes forced me to snap out of the nostalgic stories I had been told. The noise ceased in an instant. I reassured myself, saying it was just the wind. I quickened my pace, eager to escape that unsettling paranoia. I closed my eyes and felt the warm wind on my cheeks. I heard footsteps behind me and turned around faster than I should have. The force of my turn caused me to lose my balance and plummet to the unwelcoming ground. My head hit the ground with the thump, I'm sure it was painful, but my whole head had gone numb. The last thing I felt was the tugging on my leg as I was dragged into the nightmare of the stories I had been told.

PS: I entered this into another contest too, I hope that's okay.

[ii- Fortunato -ii]

Username: ii- Fortunato -ii

Story Title: Pass It On

Story Genre: Thriller


"Nothing is going to stop this from happening, it has to happen." He said looking at her with dark eyes.

"Koda, you don't know what your doing. Quit being stupid and put the gun down. I'm not going to let you kill yourself." The girl said, her eyes filling with tears.

Earlier that day-

"Beneficium accipere libertatem est vendere, aut viam inveniam aut faciam." Koda spoke each word with careful precision. Each word was a new level of Hell. Not only did he have to speak them in order to set fourth the things it did, but he would also have to start it off, with a simple act of suicide. But that wasn't going to be simple, he needed a witness, one that would be affected by the "disease". Koda scrabbled for his phone and called the only person he knew would pick-up. She answered.

"Hello?" The sweetness in her voice was overwhelmingly addictive.

"Nova, love. I need you to come down to the stream behind my house, I want to show you something important. Okay?" Koda spoke quickly, trying to keep the sound of sobbing from her notice.

"Alright, I'll be there in a few minutes." She said and hung up, leaving him with the phone glued to his ear. Koda shut the phone and threw it into the stream. It would be only minutes until the gun was raised to his head.

Then he saw her. Nova was walking though the trees towards him, her hair short and choppy, just like normal. He patted the ground next to him and smiled when she sat down.

"What did you want to show me?" She asked, her voice happy.

Koda took a deep breath before her pulled the book he had on his lap up to see. "I wanted to read something to you, it's pretty powerful. It's Latin, but that doesn't matter." He said and recited the words on the page aloud. He looked over at nova, she had a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

"That was awesome." She said breathlessly,

"Nova, I want you to know I love you. I love you with all my heart, nothing will ever change that." He took another deep breath before pulling the gun from his pocket. "I have to complete the ritual with a sacrifice." He said firmly, tears streaming down his face. He looked away before cocking the gun and putting the barrel in his mouth.

Nova screamed, but it was to late, he was laying dead in her lap, the sound of death filling her ears. She was covered in his blood, looking down to push the body off of herself she saw someone out of the corner of her eye. Nova grabbed the book and stood, running from the forest, from the stream, from Koda's body. She passed through the town square and ran into the dress shop her uncle owned. He took one look at her from behind the counter as she clattered through the door and fell against the maniquins and clothing racks. Covered in blood, she screamed at the woman closest to the door to lock it.

"Nova! Nova, honey what's wrong? Who's blood is this, is this your blood?" Her uncle asked as he knelt down next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She looked at him. "It's not my blood... it's Koda's. He, umm... he killed himself. He shot himself." She said, sobbing into his side.

"Oh Nova. Let's get you in the back room, okay?" He said leading her into the back. He walked out to the counter leaving her alone. The door slammed behind him and locked itself shut. Nova screamed when she heard someone laughing. It was eerie, hearing the laughing. When she screamed again her uncle had managed to kick the door open.

He ran to his niece, who had a pair of scissors in her neck. Who had done it?

The truth about the disease is, once someone performs the entire ritual, sacrifice included it is passed on to whoever is near or finds the person dead, they will hear death and see themselves. Though nobody would commit suicide, they do. It is you against yourself, seeing yourself killing yourself, following every movement entranced by it. The death disease had spread through out many people, until everyone was dead. This town, this place, is where death resides. People stay away in fear it may still live. Some say it's haunted, some say it's cured. They are all insane.

So pass it on.

Well, it's not my best, by it's okay.
Tell me if you guys like it, and I would like if you could comment and critique.

[ChangeMehDiaper]

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[Yellow Daisies]

i'm in! twisted

[t-t-ten million fireflies]

User name: t-t-ten million fireflies

Story: Know Nothing of This World

Story theme: Mental/Psychological Dystopiate
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Know Nothing of This World

You awoke in a dark room.
No light seemed to escape into the velvety shadows that suffocated all warmth and all hope. Unseeing you stood and reached out arms until you felt something- a wall. You sidled along until fingertips felt a small switch, flicking it skywards. The lights were on.
The room was composed of icy machines and , running the length of the metal, panels of various lighted squares, screens, details. All around. In the center, you could see where you were suspended, a pale blue medical bed, pristine and still. The place where you lay had no familiarity to you; it was a completely new place.
The silver door, number 215 opened, slid open to the left with no one on the other side. A hallway much like this room, lined with metal and wiring. More panels, larger in size this time and projecting from the walls dotted the walls the words 'INFORMATION' labeled down their sides. You arrive at one and do as the dark screen bids you, tapping your finger on its glass, causing it to fade to white displaying a name:
number 2, persona the thirteenth
You didn't know what that meant and thought about it as any actual information loaded. Links to stores and their current sales, books and their reviews, a whole list of people and their contacts but you paid no attention to it, really. You didn't even realize how closely you were listening to the conversation between two people waiting to use the booth you stood at.
"Hey, number 32, how was your Regeneration Day?" someone asked cheerfully
A dull, lifeless, depressed voice replied, "Awful, I always hate Regen Day."
"That's not true! Your last Persona really loved it last year!"
"My ninth was immature and ignorant with no sense of mortality. I have only three more Regenerations to live, 45"
"Sad, isn't it? At least you aren't like 27, he's being Terminated today"
"Another year, another one bites the dust"
"Apparently, his Mate Program will be watching. They say that 27 and his Program were so close it was practically Love"
"Wow, that doesn't happen every day"

You wonder what they're talking about as you flip through the lists of people or numbers, really. But it only showed you Number 31 to Number 104. Then, a category listing caught your eye. 'Terminated'. You press the name and a massive list, half black, half red with Numbers ranging from 3 to 29. Red were those to be Terminated today, the screen told you. From 21 and up.number 27 and it tells you that today, his persona the thirteenthTerminated in Hall Crun in the direction it indicates.
The hall grows longer before you, stretching on and on. It seemed like you were running for nothing forever only to find the worth of your cause. But soon enough, you see what could be called close to an end, on the silver, pristine walls hung square imperfections embedded within the metal. Should you have stopped to look, you would have noticed that they were picture frames that slowly counted down, their ever-smiling images flickering every so often. You spare a glance at the numbers, wondering why this Termination of all of them has piqued your interest and why you ran and why you still run.
You glance at the numbers again and realize that the numbers were gaining closer and closer to yours. Your steps flag, you slow and come to a stop right in front of one that seems… oddly familiar.
Like the INFORMATION screen it has your number with a dot and another familiar set of digits to its right. 2.13. You stare at the small, metallic screen for a while, studying its eerily uncanny image that you were positive you've seen before, an image of some kind of lifeless, broken Number, identified only by empty, gray eyes and a long, thin scar. You reach up to touch the small ridge that you remember drawn slowly over your cheekbone.
"Number 2!" a loud, grating mechanical voice sheered through silence, making you startle and jump. You turn to see him- it- whatever it was. Sitting in a silver chair, chained to its frame and held together by unknown metal parts, red mechanical eyes, anything and everything held together haphazardly in uniquely horrifying ways. "You should not be awake!" its voice churned
"You know me?" you asked, listening to your own voice reverberate down the silver hall, speaking for the first time you can remember, not even knowing how you formulated this sound.
"No one does not" was the thing's cryptic reply. "You should not be here" it grated
"I need to be… I need to know what is going on" you finally managed to explain desperately
"You insist?" it demanded
"I must know" you did insist, "I must know all that I can"
The thing shook what might have been a head, wrapped in wires[/colorcopper and white in equal measure and cut through withburning scarlet eyes
"Then let me know all I can of this world. If you know me, then perhaps you will know of my state. I know nothing of where I am or who I am, who I am to be. This world is a mystery to me. I need to see, I need to know." To this day you don't know how or why those words came but the letters; the sounds tumbled from your lips and to the ground.
"Then follow" the Machine ordered, its metal throne turning around abruptly, "You may see the Termination today, but know no more. Ask no questions, no one will answer"
You obeyed and followed the trail left, pushing open mercilessly heavy doors into the shocking white abyss.
And there, to your left was the Termination. A window ringed in- yes- more metal let only one, glassy look into the real world as you would ever know it. A voice, a voice that one day if you understood would have been likened to thick, ugly molasses dripping and staining a small scrap of velvet, saturating and overflowing with a thick, ugly darkness.
Number 27, you have entered the final day of your Persona the Thirteenth. According to the Codes and Standards of Rapture as set by the Great Number One and Just Number Two have dictated you have reached the end of your Life's Span. You will be properly Terminated for The Harvest and Recreation. In this year of 20208, there have been 32 Terminations with 0 Objections. Do you Object? you heard.
You see his mouth form a 'no' and shake his head and once again the ugly voice rang out
Then you offer yourself for Termination and Reproduction for the good of the Society of Rapture. May God be merciful upon you. Termination process begin
"What do they mean… Termination then Reproduction?" you ask the thing behind you solemnly
"You have just awoken and I know you know nothing of this world. It is for the best"
"No. It isn't." you state simply, turning around to face whatever it was whether it was a man or a beast of a machine… perhaps both. "I am lost in this world. Tell me where I am. Who I am. You know, don't you?"
"Watch." The thing ordered.
You turn around to the silver-framed glass as an armful of knives descended on Number 27, a spinning razor wheel a moment away from his forehead as he lay there still. You cringe unbearably
"Don't worry Number Two, they will not show you much. Blockers will hide the rest"
That much was true but it seemed that the heavy black iron didn't rocket upwards fast enough to cover the window, letting blood splatter the glass before your eyes.
27's screams still echo in your mind to this day.

"Our world was supposed to be perfect. Rapture was a place where people could live freely without greed or famine. But even more so, me and a… friend of mine were researchers at a prestigious place… we discovered how to induce multiple personalities. People could be whoever they wanted, live who they wanted to live. Testing… we tested these ideas and discovered that a human body could only hold up to 13 different personalities and keep all but one repressed. We decided to create a utopia with this research were at the age of 10, they would begin the 'persona' process as we came to call it and let the person decide on their persona once a year, on Regeneration Day. At the end of 13 years and personas, the person would be Terminated and their bodies given into Reproduction from their remains. Essentially, all but two members of Rapture are composed of the remnants of previous Numbers and only one has lived through 13 personas"
"Who was that?" you ask
The thing sighed a more human noise than you ever thought imaginable by the beast of a thing in a machine and replied, "I am. I have survived 17 different personas. And yes, Number Two that is how I came to be as you see me here"
"Wait, so if you're the oldest as Number One… and I'm Number Two…?" you begin to ask
"It means nothing"
"But I'm Number Two! There has to be something to do with that"
"You know too much, I shouldn't have told you"
"I was your best friend! This doesn't make sense!"
"Now you're starting to sound like the Number 2 I knew"
"Then why am I like this? Why? How could I have not known?"
"What we did was wrong. You couldn’t live with this mistake so you wanted to bury your guilt from the world"
"But now I know! I'm feeling more real and more into something than I have since as long as I can remember!"
"And it's time to go back."
"Go back? What do you mean?"
"You may remember" it told you, Number 1 told you, "But not for long"
"No! I'm holding onto me and my memories now! I will remember! I will know of this world"
And for no reason. No reason at all. All you saw
Black.

You awoke in a dark room.