Scary story

[confused]

Ehhh, good scare for a level 4, and I can't guess

[jayk]

another,one...
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pss-another,medal,for,who,guesses,correctly,what,twlight,zone,episode,this,is,based,on
The,unusual,Camera
Two thieves, Chester and Paula, rob a curio shop, and among the things they steal is a strange camera. The pair come to realize that its pictures reveal the future, specifically five minutes ahead. After Paula's jail-escapee brother Woodward shows up, they decide to use the camera to take pictures at a racetrack. The trio win $9,500 on the first race they wager on. They bet and win on five other races and leave with a considerable but undisclosed sum.

Back at their hotel, a French waiter notices their camera and mentions the French inscription (dix à un propriétaire) meaning "ten to an owner". Paula, Chester and Woodward quickly get the waiter out of the room (by reminding him to bring them champagne they've ordered) and determine that they now have only two pictures left. They disagree on how and when to use those remaining. While tugging over the camera, a picture is accidentally taken and wasted, showing Paula screaming and recoiling in horror. Chester and Woodward fight each other and, in their struggle, fall out an open window to their deaths. Paula is horrified when they do — shrieking and jumping back, as in the picture — but gets over it quite quickly when she realizes that all the loot is now hers. She takes a picture of their bodies (the last picture) in the courtyard below the window and begins collecting the day's winnings, planning to then check out of the hotel. Before she can leave, the waiter returns and robs her. He then notes that her last picture shows "more than two" bodies in the courtyard. Panicked, Paula runs to the window, trips over a wire and falls out the window. The waiter then counts the corpses in the picture. "Yes, there are more than two bodies down there. Just like the picture shows. One, two, three--four!" Shocked when he realizes who's the fourth corpse, he trips and falls also, leaving the camera lying on the floor.

The,end
how,about,that?

[™Yusei Fudo]

Nice

[confused]

I draw a Meklord Emperor Granel, and despite the fact that it's extremely powerful due to it's effect, it's also a level 1 so I don't have to tell that big of a scary story.

A severed hand found in a common closet, still spewing out blood.

Not very scary, but it is a level 1 monster.

[TigRRess]

I got Arcana Force XII - The Hanged Man - level 6

No Pets Allowed, No smoking, No loitering, No homicide?

I ran a very strict shop. You see, it was in a bad part of a neighborhood, and being a convenience store usually had it's dangers. Anyways, I would not tolerate any suspicious activity and only hired the best.

I was working one night sitting behind the register, aligning the things on the counter, not wanting anything out of place. Then I noticed something in my peripheral vision. Outside, not far from the door was a pale man just standing, staring at me. He had on ragged clothes and looked suspicious. I quickly got up and around the counter, but when I had gotten to the door, he had gone. Puzzled, I went back to my counter figuring it was just my imagination.

The next night I was again working late when I heard something drop from one of the shelves. I found it and picked it up, putting it back, thinking nothing of it. On my way back to my counter, I noticed the man outside again, closer this time. As I quickly went to confront him, I heard something drop behind me and got distracted. It was a pencil that rolled off my counter. I looked back outside, but no one was there. I went outside anyway, "Whoever you are, you better leave me alone, I WILL call the cops!" I shouted as I stormed back inside...locking the shop door.

This actually continued for a few more nights. During my night, something weird would happen, I'd noticed the man outside...he got closer every night. Sunday, my shop wasn't open so I took relief in that. My nerves were really quite shaken.

Monday I returned to my shop to find one shelf had toppled over. I closed the shop for that day as I cleaned everything up. By the time I finished, it was night time. I had wanted to leave before then. I had just gotten the last of everything cleaned up when I looked over at the door. No one was there. A small box fell off the shelf and I about had a heart attack, I was so edgy. Then I heard a bang from the front and looked to see the man, with his face pressed against window, his breath fogging up the window. I screamed and ran for the counter, grabbing my gun and just shooting it all over the window. The man was gone though, not dead...gone.

I stood there in dismay at the shattered glass and the alarm blaring above. Shakily, I put the gun down and started crying. I started to back up, to lean against the wall, but I hit something first, something that put his arm around my face, someone that held me still as I was panicking...someone that had been haunting me the past week. I felt the slice that went across my neck, and the ground as I fell to it. I caught a glimpse of the creepy man that had been stalking the store. As my final moments came and were passing, I was thinking "Who'd want to kill a simple store owner?"


Sorry that it's probably overly long...or if its not very scary. XD

[confused]

Creepy... i think that's more of a level 7 story then level 6 lol

[TigRRess]

I'm doing this again!
I got Dark Flattop Level 8...lets see what I can do. Whoever remembers my story about Gift...this is going to continue... >

Merry Christmas...it will be your last.


Gift sighed as she sat on her bed, her legs swinging front to back off the edge. She was waiting for Kendrick to come and tell her it was time for dinner. She smiled a bit. She had been living in this home for almost a year...as of tomorrow. Kendrick had taken her home last Christmas where they had become good friends since then. She loved it here, she loved him, everything was perfect and she couldn't wait to see what a wonderful Christmas she would have tomorrow.

She grew bored of just sitting and decided to just go down to dinner herself. Silently walking along the floor, she went down the stairs and paused outside the kitchen...she heard talking.

"Okay, I've taken care of the parents." Said one voice. Taken care of?!

"I got the kid." Said another. What are they talking about?!

"Is that all of them then? Butlers, maids, everything taken care of?" asked yet another voice. Gift was beginning to get scared.

"Yes." Replied the two others.

"Great, then lets grab the stuff and burn the place down."

Gift's heart stopped. Was the place being robbed? What happened to Kendrick?! She turned and ran up the stairs, tripping on the way, causing something to break. She heard an angry shout from one of the men. They knew she was there now. She didn't stop though. She got up to Kendrick's room, wondering how this happened, how she wasn't aware. She froze as she looked down at Kendrick's mangled body, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. She cried out and ran from the room to his parent's room, only to find they were dead as well...so it was true...she was alone again. Tears streaked her face.

"I think she's up here!" Someone shouted.

Scared, Gift hid in the parent's closet, hiding in the deepest corner as she heard a door slam. Random gunshots. Shuffling around the room...breaking furniture, the closet door being ripped opened. Gift stared, wide eyed at the man who now pulled her by the hair out. She gulped as the gun was pointed at her head...


Gift woke up, in her bed, nothing wrong. She rushed downstairs again to find Kendrick and his parents in the kitchen.

"Oh there you are. We were starting to worry you were ill." His mother said.

"Are you alright?" Kendrick asked, smiling.

Relieved, Gift nodded, "It was just a dream."

Behind her, Kendrick's dad said, "Are you sure?"

She turned to see that he had a bashed in face and blood pouring down him and she screamed in horror as he drew closer. She backed up into someone else. Turning around, it was Kendrick, an axe in his skull, his eyes as sightless as her dream.

"You've been bad this year." He said.

"You should've never left that orphanage." His mother said, who looked just as gruesome as the others.

"Please make this end..." She sobbed, sinking down to her knees, "Please...please..."

Her family closed in around her...


Gift sat up once more in dismay in her bed. She was too scared to leave her bed this time. Scared she was still dreaming...how could she be sure? She pinched her arm and winced as she felt it. She remembered that in her first dream, she had tripped and felt the pain...she never died in her dreams though...That's how she would test it!

She once again raced to the kitchen, finding it oddly quiet this time. Finding a knife, she smiled and thought that perhaps she would really wake up this time. She brought the knife to her chest and groaned as it actually went through. But everything went dark. Yes! She would wake up!


Gift once again opened her eyes, in her own bed. She was sure that she was awake now. Going downstairs once more, she saw Kendrick and his parents having breakfast.

"Good morning." She said happily. No one replied. "Umm..." She said and walked over to the table, "Hi Kendrick." She said. Again no reply, "Hey!" She went over and went to poke Kendrick but her hand went through. She gasped and pulled away. What was going on? She saw that Kendrick's mom had started crying and put down the newspaper.

"She's made the paper...look." His mom cried.

Gift looked at the paper from where she stood and her heart sank. It showed her picture..and the headline saying "Christmas Tragedy" explaining how she killed herself.

"Was she really that unhappy here? She seemed just fine..." Kendrick was crying now.

No...no no no...NO! This can't be! Gift thought. She couldn't be dead! She was just trying to wake up! She was just trying to wake up! It was fair! She ran up to her room and looked around for something to prove to herself she wasn't dead...she couldn't touch anything solid...She knelt on the ground that she realized she couldn't feel and sobbed.


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"On tonight's news, local family distraught as daughter "Gift" was admitted into the psych ward for tramatic reasons unknown. Later that night, right as Christmas began, the girl had some sort fit and later passed away. Mysteriously enough, her family also became deceased as well as a few other children and adults that possibly had some sort of connection with an old orphanage. Is this some sort of curse? Or a very unlikely coincidence? Dectectives just don't know." The reporter explained.

The tv clicked off. Sitting on the couch, she smiled, the glow of the tv making her face an eerie blue, "Yes...just a very unlikely coincidence...lets go with that..."


Sorry if it wasn't very scary.