anyone up for a ridiculously scary writing thingmabob

[kitkat]

this is where ppl can write interesting scary stuff and things :P

[Scooby Dooby Drew]

Oh, here's something I wrote last fall. It's not very good, but it's meant to be scary, so I'll post it

"Bedtime Story"

“They say that a long time ago, out in the woods, a man dug a small hole, stuck his legs in, and planted himself right up to the waist.” The little girl lying in bed giggled madly, “Well why’d he do that?” Her older brother looked contemplative for a moment, “I’m not quite sure why really, no one is. The point is that he did do it, and when he did something very… odd began happening.” The boy looked left and right, checking to see if anyone was trying to listen in on the story, and then leaned in close as if he were to whisper some grand secret that he didn’t want anyone but her to hear. The girl’s eyes widened and she felt the solemnity of the moment bearing down on her shoulders as her brother finished the story, “You see, once he had planted himself his legs began turning into roots, his body lengthened and turned to wood, and his arms grew longer and longer ‘til they were branches that reached up towards the sky! He had turned into a tree!” The girl sat staring in shocked silence at this revelation, but then laughed and crossed her arms, “I don’t believe you!”
“No really, it’s true!”
“Well then prove it!”
Her brother smiled and pointed out her bedside window at the edge of the forest that lay right at the edge of their back lawn, “It happened right here in that very forest, probably only a couple hundred feet from where we’re sitting now! If you look really closely and squint your eyes really tight, I bet you could spot the very same tree!” The girl squinted and peered out of the glass into the dark night, staring into the black woods. She didn’t see any tree that immediately presented itself as a tree-man, and she was about to complain once more to her brother when something caught her eye.
It was the black silhouette of a tree, just a bit farther back into the wood and just at the edge of her eyesight. Something about it drew her eyes to it, the feel of a presence emanating off of it. Was it the tree-man? It swayed almost imperceptibly in her gaze. Was it windy out? She couldn’t remember. She found herself unable to turn her eyes away from the shape of what she was certain was the tree-man, and, to her, it felt almost as if the tree were staring right back at her.
The girl shivered slightly, “Hey bro…. did the man want to be turned into a tree?”
“Umm…” The boy was taken aback; he hadn’t thought about this before, “…Yes, I think so… I mean, definitely! That’s why he planted himself in the first place!” His sister didn’t respond. They sat in silence for a moment, with the girl’s gaze still transfixed on a singular point somewhere out in the shadowy woods. The boy looked out the window. What was she even staring at? Then, growing uncomfortable, he exclaimed, “Well! Time for bed!”
Instantly the reverie was broken, and the little girl whined, “But broooother, I’m not even tired!” This was a lie, she was exhausted, but it had become second nature to beg to stay up later. Her brother would have none of it, “Nope. Bedtime; no ifs, ands, or buts!”
Despite his sister’s half-hearted pleadings, the boy had finally succeeded in getting the girl in her pajamas and in bed. He leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, “Goodnight little sis.” Her eyes closed, and she mumbled from the edge of sleep, “G’night bro…”

Outside in the still night, the silhouette still swayed gently.

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The boy walked down the hallway towards his room, regretting telling the particular story he had. He entered his room and sat down, still thinking about the story. He had adapted the story loosely off a common local urban legend. The legend itself was considerably darker; it told of a man, a child molester in many versions, who kidnapped children, murdered them, and then buried their bodies beneath trees in the forest. They say that he was caught eventually, but, unfortunately for him, by a lynch mob rather than the police. The mob, in a bit of dark irony, buried him, alive, at the base of a tree. This tree was said to then have grown to the tallest, most imposing tree in the forest, but of course no one could agree on which tree it was.
In retrospect, trying to tell a little girl even a G-rated version of this story was probably a mistake, but it had been all he could think of as she begged him for a bedtime story. He sighed. Oh well, no harm done. He turned his own light off and fell asleep.

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“Hey bro! Wake up!” The boy jolted awake, coming face to face with his little sister who stood by his bed. “We’re going on a walk. Get up!”
He looked at the clock, “But it’s 6:30! On a Saturday!”
She folded her arms, “Well… yeah, but mornings are the best times for walks! They’re really pretty and stuff!”
The boy glanced out the window, the sun was beginning to rise and the ground was covered in a thick, gray mist. “I agree. Absolutely beautiful,” said the boy somewhat dryly while getting up out of bed, knowing better than to try to argue with his sister once she had made up her mind to do something.
The pair soon exited the house, and set off into the cold, crisp air. The girl marched happily through the chilly woods, “Doesn’t it feel so good to go for a walk this early?”
The boy simply sneezed in response.
The girl frowned. “You’re making this not fun bro. Cheer up!”
“Sorry, I’m just tired,” He sighed.
The girl broke out into a huge grin, “Well then let’s wake up with a game of tag!” She ran over to him and hit him, “You’re it!” Then, giggling, she spun around and ran off into the dense mist. “Hey! Sis, don’t run off!” The boy started after her, but then stopped, knowing she would come running back in a second.
A moment passed. She wasn’t running back.
“Sis? Come on, get back here.” He started walking.
Another moment passed. She still was missing.
“Sis! This isn’t funny!” He started running.

There wasn’t a sound from the forest save for the sound of leaves crunching under his feet. He ran, searching the wood, shouting, “Sis! SIS! Answer me! Where are you!?”
Not even the birds bothered to answer him back.

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“Bro! Where’d you go!?” The girl shouted, scared. She had no idea where she was; she was completely surrounded by an impenetrable mist. She couldn’t see farther than seven feet in any one direction. Her throat closed up and her mouth went dry; she was panicking. What should she do? She couldn’t find a single landmark to help her get her bearings; no trees, none of the sounds of the forest, she could not even see the sun through the sea of fog that she found herself drowning in. She stumbled forward blindly, hoping to go in the right direction by chance.
Then, out in front of her, she began to be able to see a shape. A tall, slender silhouette, swaying slightly. She felt her fear rising, but her body shambled forwards without her consent nevertheless. Her eyes refused to tear away from the undulating figure.
She got closer, and she could make out its features.
It wasn’t a tree. It was a man, or at least man-like. Grotesquely tall and thin, its body stretched up into the air far above her head. It wore a black suit, without a crease or a wrinkle in sight. And its face. Utterly blank. It had neither nose nor mouth nor eyes, and yet it stared down at the little girl with a fierce intensity. Its arms sprung to life, twisting through the air, long, spindly limbs reaching towards her. She turned and tried to ran, but its scratching claws raked her skin. More and more arms seemed to surround her, more limbs catching at her clothes; more and more surrounding her until she could see nothing but arms.

Tearing, grabbing limbs.

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The boy ran about in a panic, shouting and crying out for his lost, little sister. It wasn’t until hours later that he finally calmed down enough to think rationally. If he were to continue he himself was in danger of getting lost in the silent, misty woods. He took out his phone and dialed 911.
The police showed up not ten minutes later, confident they would be able to find a little girl that got lost in the woods.

A day later, and they were less confident.

Three days later, and they grew nervous.

It wasn’t until a week later that the bloodhounds finally sniffed out her broken, mangled body buried beneath a tree.

[Bones]

I remember reading something similar to these somewhere a while back, it's not super scary, and I can't remember how they were written, so I did them in my own words, but I thought they would add to this thread ;)

"Johnny was lonely being the last person on Earth. Especially when you knew that there was no chance anyone else was alive what-so-ever, and that when you died, humanity would be no more. That's why, one cold winters night, he felt a chill go down his spine, as something knocked at his front door."

"Benjamin looked under the bed, in the wardrobe, his toy chest and even in his underwear draw. He looked in every nook and cranny, every crack in the wall and every gap between the floorboards that made up his bedroom floor. Finally, he was certain that he was alone in his room, that there were no monsters waiting to get him while he slept. Locking his door and two windows, he hopped under his blankets, and turned off the lamp on his bedside table. Then the voice came.

'Good, now were all alone, just the two of us.'"

[Scooby Dooby Drew]

"Johnny was lonely being the last person on Earth. Especially when you knew that there was no chance anyone else was alive what-so-ever, and that when you died, humanity would be no more. That's why, one cold winters night, he felt a chill go down his spine, as something knocked at his front door."

The best version of this is as follows:
"The last man on Earth sat in a room. There came a knock at the door."
Much more laconic, much more effective.
OR ALTERNATIVELY
"The last man on Earth sat in a room. There was a lock on the door."
Which is also pretty effective.

[Bones]

The best version of this is as follows:
"The last man on Earth sat in a room. There came a knock at the door."
Much more laconic, much more effective.
OR ALTERNATIVELY
"The last man on Earth sat in a room. There was a lock on the door."
Which is also pretty effective.

Yeah, that seems about right :P
Gets to the point much quicker than mine

[kitkat]

i guess it's my turn to write something :D i am not a good writer like you all are but here goes!!

I walk toward you, grinning. You give me a questioning look as i laugh manically. My pace gets quicker. I grab at my pocket... toward my knife. You start to run, still giggling i catch up to you, the blade gleaming in my right hand. I hear you screaming, your eyes bulge out in terror. I grin at you thrashing around in my arms. You start to cry as i point the knife at your left breast, kissing you slowly i dig the knife into you. Blood squirts onto my T-shirt, staining my clothes. You shriek in agony, you scream "Help me", yet noone comes to your aid. I continue to cut you, enjoying watching you writhe in pain...
You get pale and i kiss you again silently whispering in your ear, "go to sleep my dear". I lick away your tears watching you grow weak and laugh at you as i slit your throat.

[Weeping_Angel]

i guess it's my turn to write something :D i am not a good writer like you all are but here goes!!

I walk toward you, grinning. You give me a questioning look as i laugh manically. My pace gets quicker. I grab at my pocket... toward my knife. You start to run, still giggling i catch up to you, the blade gleaming in my right hand. I hear you screaming, your eyes bulge out in terror. I grin at you thrashing around in my arms. You start to cry as i point the knife at your left breast, kissing you slowly i dig the knife into you. Blood squirts onto my T-shirt, staining my clothes. You shriek in agony, you scream "Help me", yet noone comes to your aid. I continue to cut you, enjoying watching you writhe in pain...
You get pale and i kiss you again silently whispering in your ear, "go to sleep my dear". I lick away your tears watching you grow weak and laugh at you as i slit your throat.

I laughed so hard. That story was so funny!! But srsly, it was a bit freaky

[kitkat]

told you i cant write worth a dog poopie

[kitkat]

oh yea and i wrote this poem...

You slice my heart open just to see..
See the dark abyss that always bleeds----
Where is my sanity,
Im losing my humanity...
You continue to cut me
don't you see?
i'm already dead...
all this pounding in my head,
disappears..
into the abyss

[Genghis Khan]

And then she glared at me with those big eyes and asked 'Rawal, will you marry me.'

THE END... OR IS IT