Creative Writing Scary stories!

Okay, i'm bored, and i have nothin' to do again, so i wanted to know what scary stories do u know? i'll tell mine once all of u tell ur's. it's kinda like kiss and tell, only without the kissing.:glazed:

 

Just wondering, but wouldn't this belong in the "Fiction/Writing" section? I dunno, it just seems that kind of thing.

 

Unless it's from personel experience... but then i beleive it's been done before, meh

 

Autobiographical writing is still writing.

 

So does the story have to come from personal experience? I never had anything really scary happen to me that would make a good story, so I'll just retell someone else's tale.

This is a true story collected by Alan Grant, probably the most famous ghost story expert in Hawaii/Polynesia. I'm retelling it in my own words, but the plot is pretty much the same. I can't remember the exact way it went, but this is as well as I can recount...

A lil boy, less than 5 years old or so, lived with his parents in a small, simple house. He didn't have any playmates or friends, so he would play alone in his quiet room. Every now and then, his parents would pass by his door and glance inside. He would be playing with his toys, sometimes mumbling to himself or whatever. When his mom asked what he was talking about, or to whom he was talking to, the boy would reply in his lil voice, "The man, mommy... the man."

And so his parents simply came to think that the boy had some imaginary friend, which was okay and normal, but sometimes it confused them. Often, it seemed like the child took his imaginary friend a lil too seriously. Eventually, they noticed that the boy had moved all of his toys into a particular corner of his room, and spent most of his time there. "It's dusty over there. Why don't you play in your bed?" his parents asked him. He replied simply, "Because, the man..."

One night, his parents had sent him to bed, but a few minutes later, they thought they could faintly hear their son's voice. His mother went to check up on him in his bed, but the bed was empty. Her eyes searched quickly, and found the lil boy lying on the floor, in his corner. "Honey, what are you doing here?!" she asked him. "Go back to bed, you shouldn't be lying here on the floor." So he went to bed.

The next morning, she came into his room again, and was surprised to see him lying down in the corner. She asked if he had slept there the entire night, and yes, he had. By now, his mother and father were both quite worried. A few nights passed and again and again, they found him sleeping in the corner, on the cold, dusty, wooden floor, just a few feet away from his comfy bed. Father decided to build a lil fence around the corner, quick and easy since he was handy with tools, but sturdy enough so that the boy couldn't go through or over it. That night the boy slept in his bed without any protests.

Within a few days, the boy was struck with a high fever. It lasted for a day...three days...five days... He complained of feeling weak, and his sickness grew worse. At the doctor's, he was prescribed medication, but it had no effect. His parents grew desperate, especially, when during his complaints, he would say something about "the man."

Upon a quiet, still night, the boy went to bed. In the living room, his father and mother sat in the dim light of the television. A faint sound grew in the distance, something deep and constant, like a muffled booming sound, in a constant rhythm. They thought little of it, although it continued for a few minutes. As they watched some late night show together, they almost didn't notice as someone slowly began walking out of the hallway. It was the small, familiar figure of their son. As he walked out of the hallway, he slowly walked past the living room. His parents turned their heads to watch what he was doing, seeming to walk in his sleep. The entire time, he had one arm reaching out in front and above his head. It was as if a grown-up was holding his hand and leading him somewhere.

The boy's father got up and stopped his son, who seemed startled upon being touched. He looked around and began crying. He had nearly reached the front door.

The next morning, his mom talked with the son's grandmother, who knew about supernatural things going on in the island. Mom explained about the boy's mysterious sickness, how he had walked in his sleep, about the corner of the boy's room, and about "the man" that the boy kept talking about. Grandmother said they should contact a Hawaiian priest to inspect the house. Maybe there was something there. On the day the priest arrived, he did a ritual and inspection, and declared there was a spirit in the boy's room, and suggested that there was probably a corpse buried under the corner of the room where the boy used to play. The priest said "The spirit of the corpse had been protecting your son from the Night Marchers. Remove the fence from the corner, and move the child's bed to that spot, and he will be healthy again."

*(The Night Marchers are the ghosts of large groups of ancient, royal Hawaiians. They included chiefs/chiefesses, servants, torch-bearers, and warriors. Some people have seen them late at night, walking along sacred paths, or have heard the pounding of the Night Marchers' drums. Other people, who live near a small valley, claim to have seen a line of lit torches, moving through the valley, as well as chanting and drumming. Some Night Marchers "walk" through houses built right on a sacred path. Now you know what "the man" was protecting the boy from in the story... somehow, the Night Marchers had tried to take the boy with them, holding him by his outstretched hand, out of the house and into the night.)

 

Ive got another one...

I forgot the author...but Im pretty sure it was called "Pets"

Well, the story starts in war-torn Russia, during WWII (me thinks) In a restaurant, a man is talking with his girlfriend, about the horrors of war. The man is a soldier in the militia, while his girlfriend is a nurse.

So they go back to the guy's apartment, (which is seen by the girlfriend for the first time) The place is filled with cockroaches. I mean, lots, and lots of roaches. The man considers them his pets. while the girlfriend finds them disgusting.The girlfriend moves into the place, where she gets used to the cockroahes.

A few weeks later, the whole city goes under another bombbing run by Nazi forces. The guys apartment is destroyed. He wakes up in the clinic, where he finds that his right leg had been so torn-up that it had to be amputated. The doctor tells him that his girlfriend was never found, that the damage was too immense for them to look for her. So he gets up and starts to try and walk out of the clinic when he blacks out. 5 days later, when he finally wakes up, his leg is somewhat bearable. He tells the doctor that he must go out and look for his love. The doctor okays him, but tells him that the moment he sees discoloration in his leg, that he must return. The guy shrugs off the warning and goes looking for his girlfriend.

After going to the wrecked apartment, he finds the decomposed body of his girlfriend. He lays her on the bed and falls asleep with her. Days pass, and he is in such depression that he just stays there. Thats when he saw that his severed leg was turning a light shade of green.

Several days later, his whole right leg (what was left of it) was green. It wsnt long before he felt the tingling sensations of his roaches eating his leg. Weeks passed, and gangrene started claiming more of his body. The dead fleash that the disease left behind, was just food for the roaches. The roaches kept on eating and eating, untill, the disease clamied him completely, and the roaches continued feasting on his dead flesh.

So their bones wisped away together, forever fused into the wind....