Unofficial Scary Story Contest!

[KevinOC]

DUNDUNDUN. Write a very short, but very scary story and post it here! You only have until November 1 Why all Saint's Day? Because Catholicism is OSSUM.to write it, so get going NAO.
I need two more judges, so PM me if interested.
I'll make up prizes as we go along.

[TheMMMification]

There was this woman, and she was alone. She looked out the window, and saw a creepy man with a bloody knife in one hand walk back and forth on the lawn, looking at her. He eventually walked away. Scared, the woman called the police. When the police came, she showed them the window he saw the guy out of. A policeman said "Lady, that's a mirror."

[TrappedTime]

The flicker of a small flame in the pinch of a dark voide. The heating of metal over that small flame. Then the unreasonable. She presses the metal deep into her gentle skin. Burn marks show where she punishhes herself. She uses her tears to help cover the burns, but it just keeps suzzling.
Katy has successfully made a torture room. Now the voices are spinning around in her mind; "Just go hang yourself!", "You'll never have any friends", "It's amazing you haven't slit your throat by now. More tears and less patience force the metal deeper and deeper into her skin. Soon the epidermis melts away and pure flesh meets the hot hairclip. an enslaved scream shatters the void's unsettling quietness. Then she faints, with the hairclip still touching her veins. The death of Katy Gorm was not one many like to remember.

[Master1.0]

One day, somebody was walking...
IN THE WOODS!
His name was Bradley. He walked about at night. There had been stories of a werewolf coming out at night, and Bradley gave himself the goal of killing it. There he was, ALONE. All of a sudden, it started to rain and fog spurted out of nowhere. The kid had a sudden urge to run, but he still walked slowly, searching for the beast. Out of nowhere, a hand suddenly grasped his leg. Under the fog... was a fully grown-7 foot tall hairy beast (also known as a werewolf.)
That 7 foot hairy demon looked at him with a paralyzing glare. Bradley took out his gun, and then the wolf injected his claws inside of Brad's heart. He wheezed, and out of nowhere, power came to his body. He shot the werewolf right in the eye! The fiend backed away, and Bradley collapsed on the ground. But the thing was, the bullet was made of silver. The werewolf also collapsed, but this time, the beast started transforming. He slowly rose up. A black hole started forming inside of the wolf's chest, and The whole town was sucked in. Everyone was then spagettified, and then it stopped. However, the world would have one fewer werewolves to worry about...
THE BLOODY END
At least till next Halloween...

[Suyo]

Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The End!

Yeah, I suck at making stories and I wanted to contribute.

[destroyer1]

*goes to campfire to tell scary story*


One night, a girl was walking home ALONE in the dark. She heard thumping, so she walked faster and faster. Finally, she started running to her house. Finally, it was 12:00 at night, and she heard that thumping again. She called her boyfriend who was 5 minutes away from her house since she was scarred, which was 30 minutes ago. So, she opened the door to check out that thumping, but saw nothing. When she looked around, she saw "the bloody hook". And it's rumored that he still travels around, looking for his lost hand. He could be anywhere, anywhere, so you better look out! BWAHAHAHA!!!

[Megar]

This is a scary story. MWAHAHA! The End.

[Ridder]

Okai, everyone pack your bags and go home. Screwyo has officially won.


Still, hereisa mah scary story.


It was beautiful. The sun was out, the birds were singing, children were playing, it was all you could expect from a sunny day at the park. I was sitting on a bench, enjoying my time, reading a non-fiction novel every few minutes or so, I wasn't really paying attention.
Then when I set my book down again, a man came by and sat down right next to me. I looked at him and he looked at me. I couldn't see his face clearly, as he was wearing some sort of white bandanna over his face and a cap over his head, I could see his eyes, but that was about it. I couldn't find anything else noteworthy besides that he was wearing a very large brown coat.

"Top of the mornin' to ya." He greeted, taking his look off of me and onto the pond in front of us.
"Hello to you to, sir." I replied, also looking at the pond.

A momment passed, I broke the silence with a cough.
"You shouldn't stay here very long." He told me.
I looked at him in confusion and asked "Why?" and coughed again.
"You value your life, correct?" He questioned.
"What?" I couldn't quite understand, and my coughing was getting worse.
".......When you feel like you've had enough of this place," He reached into his coat and pulled out a bottle of drug pills, "Take this." He handed me the bottle, and for some reason, I accepted it and put it away in my pocket.

The man stood up and walked away, as strange as it was, my coughing lightened up when he left, but it was still there.


Before I knew it, a childhood friend of mine was sitting on the bench with me, and we were in the middle of a conversation.

"Are you sure you're happy with this choice, man? As far as I can see, it's littered with nothing but sorrow." He asked of me. I wasn't sure what he was talking about.

"Of course I'm sure, John, it's what I want, all that hard work shows it, right?" I wasn't even sure what I was talking about.

"Alright Bill, if this is really what you think you want, I won't stop you." And like that, he got up and left me.

I didn't know how long before I really realized he was gone, but he was gone. I coughed a fit again.


I thought to myself Was this the choice I really decided for myself?
Wait, what?

I looked away from the empty spot on the bench for a moment, caught up in my thoughts.

"Bill, why didn't you tell me?" I looked back at the empty seat and saw my Angeline, my wife, all teary eyed and sniffling.

"I.....I.....I didn't think you would notice......I didn't want to hurt yo-"

"But you did Bill! You did!" She screamed at me. Her sobs echoed through my mind even when I closed off my ears, her crying face even when I shut my eyes closed.

The sobbing eventually stopped. I assumed she was gone, and when I opened my eyes, she was.

I coughed again and again, and thought about all of it. What any of it really meant.


Everything was getting fuzzy, my mind was searing with pain I couldn't take. The more I coughed, the more everything hurt. I saw that I was coughing up blood.

"It's too late to think about it now." The clear voice of my father rung through my eardrums. I turned to see my old father, his face overtaken by gray hair, his clothes filthy and ragged, he solemnly looked outwards beyond the pond. "Whatever choices you had are now gone, whatever ties you had are now cut. The only thing you can do is push forward."

I was silent. At a loss for words.

My head ached again, and my father vanished like so many before him. The pain stopped, my coughing now gone. I looked at the book I set down, and opened it up to the page where I left off.


........I read all the way until the end, but it wasn't. After setting the book down once again, I dig into my pocket and pull out the pills the mysterious stranger gave me.



It had no signature, no label, no directions or warnings, just a simple orange case with a single tablet inside.
"When you feel like you've had enough of this place, take this."
I screwed the cap off, dropped the pill into my hand, and looked at it for a second before dropping it down my mouth.

Suddenly, the singing of the birds and laughter of the children were escaping my ears, the light grew dimmer and dimmer, and my head was in a deeper pain then it was a few minutes ago.

I blacked out.


Eventually, my hearing and vision came back, this time, I was facing upright into a light, some shadowed figures looking down on me.

A figure shouted out of my sight ,"Damnit Jack! Administer all the sedatives we have! He isn't supposed to be waking up yet!"
"That WAS all the sedatives!"
"Hold on," Another figure pushed the others, into my view "If he's waking up this early, then it means the procedure's working." The insignia on his arm, he was a soldier.

Suddenly, everything was becoming blurry again.

"Sir!.........his vital signs................dead........" a voice shouted.

"The..............no buisness...............he is........" another told the soldier.

A shadowy figure tried to get close, but the soldier held him back.

"Let him decide."

My body wasn't responding, but my mind was blazing right now. I struggled to lift my arms and legs, both pairs were tied up extremely well, but I was stronger.

I broke the ties that grounded me to where I lay, I kicked my legs and flailed around my arms until I had a steady grip on them again, The figures- no, the doctors and medics around me backed away in horror, but the soldier didn't. My vision and hearing, now clear, my mind, my memories. It all came back to me.


The soldier looked at me with a proud look and congratulated me, "Welcome to the Spartan-III's, soldier."


End





OMFGUBERPLOTTWISTWTFBBQSAUCE.

I'm proud of it anyway you see it. Cause It took me two hours to write taht up.

[Ridder]

DOBBO BOO-STOO FAIYAR.

Read story I maed. : D

[Killswitch]

I want to be a judge!