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Lost in time, this story is told, about a woman, dark and bold.
She walks the streets on a foggy night, with a hood on her head to hide from sight.
Her story starts one summer’s eve, beside the lake an evil deed.
A thief stole her daughter’s life, and filled her soul with pain and strife.
On a moonlit night along the shore, two young lovers walked and more.
In each other’s arms that night, they talked of love and held on tight.
In the morning they were found, their hands and feet with rope were bound.
Eyes wide open a vacant stare, their souls are gone and no ones there.
The police did search for the one, an evil deed to be undone.
In vain, they search to no avail, their efforts weak, lost, and pale.
A mother’s heart broken and splayed, a debt to justice went unpaid.
She walked the streets at night alone, to make the sinners pay and atone.
She searched the shores by day and night, a vain attempt to make things right.
And then one early morning dawn, she was found her spirit gone.
On foggy night’s times untold, she walks the streets dark and bold.
She only walks the streets at night, within the fog to hide her flight.
All clad in black she walks alone, an evil soul she’ll make atone.
She walks among the star-less night, sometimes seen beneath the bright streetlight.
All children know to be aware, least they see her standing there.
They hurry home at the approach of night, sure that they would die at her sight.
So in the night if you should see, a woman in black, listen to me.
Look not at her face I say, or with your soul you shall pay. -
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Jessie never really liked horror films much. She preferred comedy and romance flicks, much to the displeasure of her horror-loving friends.
Jesssie had two friends, a boy named Jason and a girl named Skye. They always hated that when the theaters opened up a new horror flick, Jessie never wanted to come with them. "Come on, Jess, it's only a movie, it's not like it's going to happen to you!" Skye always said in an exasperated voice, always to an agreeing nod from Jason. So one night, when Skye was on vacation with her family and Jason was attending a school football game, Jessie walked to the local movie rentals and got a movie. She looked through the horror section, her eyes nearly covered as she cowered at the grisly images on the covers on the DVDs. Finally, she found one with a completely white cover box. She thought to herself, "Well, that one must not be too scary, it doesn't even have a picture on the box!"
She picked it up and carried it to the counter, to a confused look from the man behind the register. "Um, we don't accept movie donations," he said, "No, I-I'm not trying to donate, I found this in the horror section, I'd like to rent it," said Jessie, slightly uneasy at the man's behavior. Now it had a bar code on it, so the man scanned it and with a furrowed brow said she would need to have it back in two days.
Jessie walked home with the DVD in hand. When she got home, she found a note from her parents saying they'd been invited out to a formal dinner by one of their friends and that there was pizza money taped to the fridge. Jessie was a little disappointed at this; she had wanted someone in the house while she watched the movie. Jessie took the fifteen dollars off the fridge and dialed the pizza place. When her pepperoni and mushroom pizza arrived, she got a slice, poured herself some Coke, and made a cozy spot on the couch before popping the DVD into the player and bracing herself.
The movie started out pretty normal, except for the fact that there was no DVD menu to choose from, the movie just started. She saw a girl in the movie that looked very similar to her, get a DVD with a blank cover, come home and order pizza and start a movie. The strange thing was all there was was a blank TV. Then, the girl in the movie saw a man with a twisted face and an axe outside her window. The girl passed it off as a trick of the quickly fading light, and continued to watch the movie. And then, Jessie noticed that the girl's kitchen in the movie was coincidently located in the same place Jessie's was, right next to her living room and the big archway right behind the couch.
Jessie was really freaked by the movie now, but oddly couldn't stop watching it, even to turn around. The man creeped stealthily up behind the movie girl...Jessie tried to close her eyes, but she couldn't...The man raised his axe above his head...And then the screen went black and Jessie was able to look behind her, only to see a twisted face and the glint of an axe flying through the air... -
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I used to go to Virgil Middle School and there are alot of hauntings there. Some hauntings happen in the auditorium. One day they held a singing contest and my friend and I made it to the finals. The finals were held in the auditorium. Contestants had to dress in the basement. In the basement you can hardly see anything. There was only a candle there, I wonder why but who knows. Anyways my friend had to use the restroom and we were 20 minutes away from our performance. So we asked the person who was supervising where the bathroom was. She said to go to one of the dressing rooms and to their private bathrooms. We did. There were only 3 dressing rooms and they all had names. One was called "flyer" the second one is called "laughter" and the third one is "tears". My friend is like "tears...nah lets go to laughter". We laughed and went inside the room "laughter". We found the bathroom and Charlene ((my friend)) went barging in... 10 seconds letter she came screaming and running out of the bathroom and crying. She told me that she saw a rope that looked like it hanged someone and when she looked inside the bath-tub she saw some blood. She also saw something that spooked her even more. When she looked in the bathroom mirror she saw a glowing clown with a big smile holding a knife.
So we ran out of the dressing room and arrived just in time for the competiton. We got 1st place but that doesn't matter. After that we went to the person who was supervising us and Charlene asked "why do those dressing rooms have names?". The supervisor said "they used to be dressing rooms for the used-to-be greatest actors here in this school...why what dressing room did you choose?". I told him "we used the "laughter" dressing room." he said "the laughter?... oh my. the laughter dressing room used to be a dressing room for this actor, that dressed up like a clown but he killed an innocent girl in the bathroom and then hanged himself". We were shocked when we heard that so we never entered a competition in that school again. I will never enroll my children there, No way.
Posted by silvergal1414 -
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i swear on anything holy this is a true story.
in high school i had a friend named megumi who
was an exchange student from japan. she had
transfered from a school dedicated to the arts.
one night when we were having a sleep over, she
told me a bizzare story that happened in her
school. one night, she and some other
classmates were rehearsing a play and taped it
because they wanted to check for imperfections.
everything had gone smoothly. when they were
watching the video, about at the midpoint of the
play, they saw an opaque sillouette of a body
drop from the ceiling. after dangling and swinging
for a few minutes, the body stopped and looked
into the camera. i told her it was quite a story, but
i couldn't believe it. she told me she would show
me the video later. six months went by, and she
was about to return to japan. before she left, she
told me she would keep her promise of showing
me the video. she pulled out a video cassette and
we popped it into the vcr. it seemed normal, just a
group of japanese kids performing, laughing, and
having a good time. then, she covered her eyes.
i looked at the screen and i saw a body drop and
dangle. i screamed and jumped. it was so
uneasy to see a body dangling and twirling, yet
see teenagers going about their bussiness. it
looked like a boy dangling. then, just like megumi
said, after a few minutes, the body stopped and it
seemed to look directly into the camera, with a
melancholy look on his face. we stopped the
video and she started crying. she said she had
always feared having to watch the video again.
after she calmed down, she wanted to burn the
video. she said even the second time, she felt the
same feelings of fear and terror, and couldn't bare
to do it again. so we burned the video. i couldn't
sleep for almost a month after watching it.
two years after she told me about her video
encounter, the ring came out in japan. about five
years later, it was released in america. needless
to say when the movie came out and i saw it, i
was horrified and again became sleepless. take
my words for what they are, but it was a true story.
Posted by butaspeed23 -
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I've never believed in ghosts and I still don't. But I do believe that people who have died can come back as if they were a guardian angel or something.
I was home alone and it was early in the morning. It was pouring rain, and the gravel road outside my ranch had turned to mud and rocks. Upstairs, the floorboards creak and squeak, even with the slightest touch. I wasn't all that surprised when I kept hearing them do so. "Must be the wind," I thought. Then I heard whistling. I froze and quickly got up. My dog, who is a tough pit bull, didn't do anything, so I thought that it was just my imagination (I was reading scary stories off of this website actually).
About 20 minutes had gone by and I heard a door creak open upstairs. Again I shot up from my seat, and I quietly looked upstairs. My bathroom door was open. My dog Tank then started growling, and I knew something wasn't right. I slowly and quietly took my dog and myself toward the front door. My plan was to run to the nearest house and ask for help. As I reached for the door knob, I heard, "Lily." Lily is my name, by the way. I froze and didn't move. My eyes darted around the room looking to see where the noise came from. I turned my head to the left and I felt something grab me and turn me around and kiss me. A long, hard, romantic kiss. I closed my eyes and fell into this lovely trance. I didn't even know what or whom I was kissing (I was being an idiot). I suddenly felt cold, not scared, just cold, like I was missing something or I was lonely. My hands became numb and I couldn't feel my toes. The kiss ended and I slowly opened my eyes. "S-S-Shane?" I whispered. Shane was a boy who had been in the same class as me for seven years. He had died just a few months ago in a car crash. I loved him ever since we first met. "H-hi," I said with a soft smile. Shane smiled back. "Wait for me, and I'll wait for you," he said. He ran out the front door and I ran to the nearest window and pulled back the curtains to watch him. Even though he was running, he didn't leave any footprints in the mud. "I'll wait," I whispered, "I'll wait...."
Whenever I'm alone, I can feel him with me. Not as a ghost, but like a guardian angel almost. I can usually only see him in a reflection on something. Not a mirror, though. He always kisses my cheek and whispers, "I'll wait for you," in my ear. Then he rests his hand on my shoulder. I've often tried to take hold of his hand, but I never feel it. Sometimes, he'll just talk to me in the reflection or smile. He'll even kiss me on the lips again and I cry. How long do I have to wait?
Posted by rearWindow -
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*TRUE STORY*
My old friend Alison had a clown doll that her grandma bought her when she was little. She used to fall asleep with it all the time. One day her mom said that they were going to the store so she put her clown doll under her blanket. When she got home later, her doll was standing up.
She asked her mom if she did it but her mom said no. The next day before she went to school she put her clown doll in her closet. When she came home her TV was on and her clown doll was sitting on her bed.
Alison always walked home alone because her mom didn't come back home until 6:00 pm. Alison got really scared so she left her room and closed the door.
When I came over to her house weeks later I noticed the clown was missing. I asked her about her clown doll and she said she threw it away.
Alison doesn't live there anymore, she now lives in Vegas. But she was still so scared of her doll after that. The bad part is that her grandma bought her a brand new baby clown doll recently.
Posted by vicky264 -
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Ok this happened when I was 10 or 11 years old. My mom had just remarried and we moved into a new house. We started noticing things missing the first week but thought it was just from the move.
The first scary thing to happen was we were all watching T.V. and heard a loud BOOM. We all got up and went to the kitchen to see. The ceiling fan lights and globes had exploded. There was glass everywhere. We thought it was weird but started cleaning it up. I went to take the trash out and when I passed the kitchen window I stepped in glass. I looked down and there was glass from the lights outside. How did broken glass go through a closed window with out breaking it?
A few weeks later my mom took all the kids to the park (there were 5 of us). When we got back my step dad was sitting on the porch scared to death. We asked him what happened and he told us he was watching a baseball game when the front door flew open. He got up thinking it was the wind, but when he got to the door he noticed the deadbolt was still engaged. A few nights later my mom started hearing a little boy crying but she could never find the source.
About four months after we moved in I saw him for the first time. I woke up at about 2 am feeling sick. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I finished I started to go to my moms room to tell her I was sick. But I heard something in the kitchen. I turned and suddenly this overwhelming sadness came over me. I walked toward the kitchen and there stood a little boy about five years old wearing a little sailor suit. I wasn't scared but it was like I was feeling what he was. He looked at me and had the saddest eyes I have ever seen. He started to cry then disappeared. I went on to my moms room and told her. She said she thought it was time to think about moving.
We moved two months later but he let us know he was there everyday before we left. The most annoying thing was the T.V. In the 80's the cable box was a big box with a button for every channel. He would run his finger across the box and make the channels go through really quick. I still see his sad eyes in my dreams and have wondered about him.
Posted by liz2780 -
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When I was 8, my family moved into an old Colonial that was built in 1810. My father still lives there. Until I was 17, every before I feel asleep, I would feel pressure next to me as if someone sat down on the bed next to me. This would always be accompanied with a feeling of increased pressure in the air. Although I knew this probably didn't happen to everyone, I didn't think about it much.
Until I got a cat. He was a present for my twelfth birthday. Each night, he would sack out on the bed near my feet. Each night, he would bolt from a dead sleep and glare at something in the doorway before hightailing it out of there. A few moments later, the pressure would return.
Again, while this was a weird thing to happen, I didn't really question it. Maybe the cat was just neurotic. I didn't talk about this nightly occurrence to anyone. However, I did refer this feeling/presence/what have you as "Charlotte." I don't know why.
So one day in the summer when I was thirteen, an elderly man and his middle-aged daughter pull up to our house and explain that the father lived in the house with his aunt while he was a boy and that he raised his family there for a few years. They had been visiting family in the neighborhood, and they wondered if they could take a tour for old times' sake. My mom said sure. She, my sister and I led them around the house, and they recalled different memories.
Afterward, my mom asked them if they remembered strange occurrences or stories about the house. "Like ghosts?" the old man asked and chuckled. His daughter became very quiet and said firmly, "It's not funny, Dad." The man explained that everyone who slept in one bedroom felt a little unsettled, and his daughter interrupted to say that she always felt as if someone sat on the edge of the bed and she tried to go to sleep. Her father said they used to joke that it was just his aunt looking out for them—his Aunt Charlotte.
This confirmed what I had never admitted to myself. I had a freaking ghost that basically tucked me in at night for the previous five years.
Still, going to bed was never freaky or scary. I just tried to ignore the feeling when it came.
Until one night when I was 16. My parents had been going through a weird patch in their marriage, I was feeling depressed, and in general, it was a weird year. I went to bed; after about 20 minutes the cat took his typical bolting exit from the bed, and I felt the familiar pressure on my side.
Then I felt a hand brush through my hair.
Then I ran straight downstairs to the living room where my mom was dozing. She woke up when I burst in the room, saw my face, and asked what was wrong. I told her I had a nightmare and left it at that.
I spent a week sleeping in the guest room. When I got the nerve to go back to my room, I was nearly asleep when I realized I didn't feel the pressure next to me. I did feel pressure in the air. I rolled on my back and saw the figure of a woman in her 60s, wearing a housedress, her hair pulled back in a bun, with her arms folded. She was looking right at me, very concerned. When I found my voice, she disappeared. I said out loud, "I don't care if you stay, but I can NEVER, EVER, EVER see you again." I never did.
However a few years later, after my parents divorced and my dad moved in his girlfriend and her 4 year old son, I wasn't really surprised when she told me her little boy said a lady named Charlotte told him stories at night. -
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Once, a long time ago, there was a little boy named Gregory. Now, Gregory wasn't like other little boys his age. No, in fact there were two things that made him different from the others.
One of those things was that his parents didn't get along very well. You might even say, they didn't get along at all!
Almost every night, little Gregory would hear his drunk father come home and scream at his innocent, loving mother from his bedroom. And he would just lie there, listening to the bangs and glass breaking from the parlor.
But one night, it was different. Besides the normal sounds of his parents quarreling, Gregory's closet door began to shake and rumble in a manner as if something was trying to escape from the closet.
Little Gregory sat up, clenching his covers, observing his closet. It got louder, and louder, and louder, until......
BANG!
The closet's rumbling was so loud that Gregory had not heard his father's footsteps approaching his bedroom door, and it nearly scared him out of his skin when his father slammed the door open.
"What is the meaning of that noise, Gregory!" his father yelled, the stench of alcohol on his breath.
" There is a monster in my closet!" little Gregory stammered.
" There is no such thing as monsters! Now go to bed!" His father then slammed the door again shut, heading back to the parlor to continue his nightly argument with his wife.
After many attempts, Gregory finally fell asleep. During the night Gregory woke up to the rumbling of the closet, but then he also heard a voice.
"Gregory...Oh Gregory...Let me out, please,"the raspy voice taunted from the closet.
Little Gregory, not being very wise, slowly approached the closet door. He was as pale as a ghost, and breaking into a cold sweat by that time. The voice had stopped taunting him and it grew silent. So silent, you could hear a pin drop to the floor.
Gregory slowly grabbed the doorknobs on his closet, closed his eyes, and opened the closet to..... nothing.
The closet was empty. Gregory, dumbfounded, looked in every nook and cranny of his closet.
Then BANG the closet doors slammed shut.
Gregory ran out of his bedroom as fast as he could and stopped in the hall at the sound of heavy breathing from behind him. He slowly turned around. Standing there, in the doorway of his bedroom, stood a little boy that looked like it could have been Gregory, if the boy wasn't so dark.
Gregory quickly covered his eyes and began to shake. Then he slowly uncovered them to discover the boy had disappeared. Then he heard his father throw his mother into the parlor door and quickly turned around to see that his mother was lying on the floor with her head bleeding.
His father soon appeared before him, his skin red with rage, the stench of alcohol consuming his body.
" What are you doing out of bed, Gregory!"
" The monster...it's...it's"
" I told you you dumb boy. There is no such thing as monsters! You know, you are just like your mother. Stupid!"
Gregory turned away heading towards his bedroom, his eyes twitching. "Don't you walk away from me boy!" Gregory's father chased after him.
Gregory ran to his bedroom and slammed the door. His father had appeared not a moment later, and slowly opened the door.
"Gregory?! Where are you!" he shouted.
The closet door closed, and Gregory's father opened it slowly. He heard heavy breathing and turned to see Gregory with his face covered, sobbing in the corner of the closet.
"There you are!" his father shouted.
Gregory then uncovered his face to reveal a hideous monster. It had two abnormally large black and yellow eyes. It's mouth was full of hideously sharp, jagged, and broken teeth, so that's its errie grin stretched from ear to ear.
It's head had patches of Gregory's fine light brown hair. It had pale, green skin, and its flesh was so thin you could see the outline of the skull.
The creature shrieked and jumped on Gregory's father and bit into his neck with its razor sharp teeth. Gregory's father began to gush blood, and he stared in horror at the sight before him.
"You're...you're... a MONSTER!" his father stammered.
"I thought you said monsters weren't real?" the creature said in it's raspy voice.
Gregory's father gagged on his own blood and then died.
The creature cackled and then turned back into Gregory's normal form. Then Gregory heard his mother wake up in the other room.
Gregory went to his mothers side and hugged her tight, closed his eyes and smiled.
"What happened to your father?" his mother asked.
"Don't worry mom," Gregory said,"he won't be bothering us any more. Not any more."
Gregory opened his eyes, to reveal the dark black yellow color of the creature's eyes. -
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My dad was dating a woman (let's call her Anne) in Rochester, NY. She lived in an old farm house. I don't even know where to begin with this place. Let's bulletpoint it out:
1) The basement looked like the basement in Stir of Echoes. Most of it was cement, except for "the scary room" which was a mound of dirt and sand. Weird and scary things would result if anything happened in that room, like having to run wires through it. Anne placed a chest-high piece of wood in the door frame to keep her animals from getting in there. It's worth noting that while her cat would go into the basement, her extremely loyal dog could not be made to go down the steps. That's when you know something's wrong. Anyway, Anne kept her cat's food dish on the top step to the basement. One day, she noticed a few pieces of the cat's food laying a couple steps down from the dish. Thinking nothing of it, she let it be. The next day, the food had moved down a step in the exact same pattern. Next day, same thing. Again and again until the food disappeared. Anne tried not to go into the basement as a matter of course, but had to soon thereafter to do laundry. She saw the cat food in the same pattern in the scary room. Blaaaagh.
2) Before my dad lived with her, she had a nightly routine. She would get in bed and read and then would turn on the t.v. (which was directly across from the bed) and fall asleep. Her dog would lie on the floor by her side. One night, she was reading and her dog jumped up and started barking at the t.v. Since her dog was generally hyper, she thought nothing of it—didn't even look up. But when the barking persisted, she looked at the t.v. The t.v. was off, but there were black and white images on the screen. They kept changing every minute or so—a church, a skull, etc. While she had experienced many scary things in her house, this freaked her out badly. She called my dad, panicking, and asked what to do. He said, "Take pictures!" She did. I've seen them. That t.v. was most definitely off and there were most definitely images on it. You can bet that when I stayed in their guest room for a Thanksgiving visit, I made sure the t.v. across from my bed was unplugged (not that it would've made a difference, but it made me feel better!), the lights stayed on, and the blanket was over my head all night.
3) Anne had a ghost travel with her to visit my dad one time. While it wasn't a mean-spirited ghost or anything, I still find that unbelievably creepy....so Paranormal Activity-ish.
4) I asked my dad what the scariest thing was that happened to him while living in that house and he said that one day, he was making a sandwich in the kitchen (which adjoined to the basement stairs, btw) and felt something hit his back and then heard it drop to the floor. It was a penny. "Weird," he thought. He started walking to the living room and something hit has back again. Same. Penny. Not cool, ghost. Not cool.
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Driving down Greere Rd. was always creepy late at night. You are all alone on the road always, never another car in sight...until you reach the bend in the road.
After the bend in the road, all of the sudden you look in your rear view mirror and you see another set of headlights besides your own leading the way. Usually no one ever really pays too much attention to this besides the obvious question, "Where did that car come from?" and then continue on their way. After a few minutes pass by you'll notice the car gaining speed, getting closer and closer to your own vehicle.
You start to get a little on edge and speed up; as you speed up so does the car behind you. You are reaching maximum speed on this crazy, curvy road trying to be as careful as possible to keep control of the car. Seconds later you feel yourself being jerked forward as the car behind you is ramming your rear bumper. At this point you are freaking out and irritated all at once to the point where you pull off the road as quickly as possible, to see the car that was once behind you speeding past you at about 90 miles per hour head on into the trees ahead..
You gasp for air, terrified but rushing over to help. You approach the vehicle, hands trembling, and you open the drivers door to see a women all bloody, head through the windshield, her thighs half cut open from her flying forward and the lap belt catching her, glass stuck in her hands and wrists. You immediately dial 911 on your cell phone to report the accident.
And in a flash you turn around because you heard a noise in the woods, seeing it was only a raccoon. You turn back towards the crashed car...and it's no longer there. Vanished, nothing but the road ahead.
You start screaming, thinking you're going absolutely mad! You rush back to your car, get in and lock the doors. "What could possibly be happening?", you ask yourself.. As police are arriving, you look in your rear view mirror, and there the women sits in your back seat! Still all cut up, blood everywhere! You are way to terrified to completely turn around so you close your eyes hoping it will all go away..when you hear a whisper in your ear."He was my only love", then the voice fades away and you open your eyes and she's gone.
By the time the police knock on your window, you're shaken and you explain to the officer what just happened. Then he explains to you a story.
Twenty years ago a women named Delilah got a phone call from the hospital telling her that her husband was in a critical accident and was shot in the chest. So she grabbed her keys and rushed to be by his side but it was a stormy night and with her eyes full of tears she accidentally swerved off the road and crashed into a tree instantly killing herself..her ghost will forever haunt Greere Rd..
Please be safe and don't ever make late night drives like I did; you never know what just might happen..
Posted by madame1223 -
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Natalie was popular, in fact she was one of the most popular girls in school. She was sitting at home in the dark one night, texting her best friend and it was getting late.
She glanced at the clock and noticed it was 3 am in them morning, so she decided to hit the sack. She couldn't sleep in the dark and always had to keep a light on, so she left her bathroom light on.
Now the strange thing about Natalie was that she had no shadow. People would notice and ask her why she had no shadow and this would make her mad and she would make a big deal about it.
Natalie woke up and saw that the time was now 8:15. "Great, I'm late for school!" she murmured. She got up, dressed, ate some toast and ran to school. She arrived at school and to her surprise it was closed, with police tape covering the doors. A police officer came over and said there was a big murder spree earlier in the morning and school was closed.
Natalie went home and sobbed wondering why would anyone kill people in her school. She sent her best friend Mary a text just to see if she was OK. To her surprise, she was just fine but something was different. Mary kept testing the same word which was "Hell". Then it stopped and she told Natalie to come over right away.
Natalie ran to Mary's house which was only three houses down and walked inside and found Mary covered in blood and crying. "What happened Mary?", Natalie screamed. "Hell came to school today. It was so dark. The...the figure looked like you, only dark with a devilish grin and pointy teeth and red eyes. You were so evil looking. Why did you kill them? Why did you hurt them just for them asking where your shadow was?" Mary asked shaking and crying.
Before Natalie could reply, a dark figure walked up and slit Mary's throat. It then walked over to Natalie and put the knife in her hand and smiled, showing white fangs with eyes glowing red. Natalie smiled evilly and whispered "Because I can and I will kill whoever asks me about my soul".
After that Natalie had a shadow but somehow she disappeared. Years past after the killing spree. Natalie had disappeared and that was when the killings stopped. Some people believed the Devil pulled her back into Hell. Others believed she simply skipped town.
Then one day, a new girl came to school by the name of Natasha. The strange thing about Natasha, was that she had no shadow. -
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MY COUSIN and his wife lived in Sydney with this huge doberman in a little apartment off Maroubra Road. One night they went out for dinner and a spot of clubbing. By the time they got home it was late and my cousin was more than a little drunk. They got in the door and were greeted by the dog choking to death in the loungeroom.
My cousin just fainted, but his wife rang the veterinarian, who was an old family friend of hers, and got her to agree to meet her at the surgery. The wife drives over and drops off the dog, but decides that she'd better go home and get her hubby into bed.
She gets home and finally slaps my cousin into consciousness, but he's still drunk. It takes her almost half an hour to get him up the stairs, and then the phone rings. She's tempted to just leave it, but she decides that it must be important or they wouldn't be ringing that late at night. As soon as she picks up the phone, she hears the vet's voice screaming out:
"Thank God I got you in time! Leave the house! Now! No time to explain!" Then the vet hangs up.
Because she's such an old family friend, the wife trusts her, and so she starts getting the hubby down the stairs and out of the house. By the time they've made it all the way out, the police are outside. They rush up the front stairs past the couple and into the house, but my cousin's wife still doesn't have a clue what's going on.
The vet shows up and says, "Have they got him? Have they got him?"
"Have they got who?" says the wife, starting to get really pissed off.
"Well, I found out what the dog was choking on – it was a human finger."
Just then the police drag out a dirty, stubbly man who is bleeding profusely from one hand. "Hey Sarge," one of them yells. "We found him in the bedroom."
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