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There was a girl named Jenna who was having a slumber party. She invited three friends but only one came. That night, after they did all the fun activities they went to bed. Jenna's friend Mary said "goodnight" and they went to bed. Ten minutes later Jenna heard Mary counting "12345" she didn't pay much attention though she thought that Mary was counting to get to sleep. At about 3am Jenna woke up to go to the bathroom and heard "565, 565, 566, 567" she reach over and turned on the light and turned around to see a man holding Mary's decapitated head pulling out her hair one piece at a time.
On a cold, stormy night, a lady was home alone because her husband was out of town. She heard a baby crying outside of her door. She wanted to get the baby but was concerned that something else was wrong. It sounded as if the baby was moving and crawling off the edge of her porch. She was worried, but instinct told her otherwise. She then called the police. They told her they will come and check it out but to "STAY IN THE HOUSE." Apparently, there was a crazed killer going around playing a recording of a baby's cry. When the women take the bait and go outside, the killer would then... kill them.
I live on a small farm, far out in the country. Every year, my dad puts out scarecrows in our fields because he thinks they're effective in not only keeping the crows out, but evil spirits as well. I guess he's a little superstitious. The scarecrows he sets out are the same ones, year after year. After so much wear and tear, they were showing their age.
This October started out just like any other October. The weather was turning cool and the leaves were beginning to change into brilliant orange and yellow colors. One Saturday, us kids got together and decided to make a new scarecrow. Being creative, we gathered our supplies and got to work. This scarecrow was to be different. This was my special design. I wanted a creepy scarecrow, much scarier than the others. Hours later, we finished up. Indeed, he was the ugliest, most frightening scarecrow I've ever seen. I was so proud.
Mom called us for supper so we planted the scarecrow out in the cornfield, where I could see it from my bedroom window. Not giving it any more thought, we went in and ate. Soon, the wind picked up and it began lightening. No storm was forecasted but it looked like we were in for a rough night.
Light rain began falling as I went up to bed. I was worried about my new scarecrow so I peeked out my window. What I saw shocked me. He was there alright, but not where we had placed him. It appeared to me that he was several feet to the right. Puzzled, I stood at the window and watched intently. The lightening was bright and every time it flashed, I could see my scarecrow. The problem was, it looked as if he was moving when the sky was dark, only to turn up in another spot when the sky lit up.
Thinking that I must be imagining things, I put my pajamas on and went to bed. Later on, a loud CRACK of thunder woke me up. By now, the rain was pounding down, making it difficult to see out my window. I slipped on my shoes and snuck outside to check on my scarecrow. Not sure where he was, I walked around in the thunderstorm, half blinded by the cold, stinging rain. Clumsily, I stumbled over a fallen branch and fell face down in a patch of mud. When I looked up, there was my scarecrow glaring down at me. His eyes were huge and glowing red. I couldn't pick myself up fast enough. I ran screaming to the house and never looked back.
After tossing and turning the rest of the night, I woke up to bright sunshine and the smell of bacon. Not wanting to tell my parents what had happened, I sat quietly and ate breakfast. Anxious and apprehensive, I then went outside to look around. My dad was already looking for damage to the buildings, but I was looking for my scarecrow. I could see the other scarecrows, all in their usual places but my scarecrow was nowhere to be found.
Full of confusion, I began crying. Not because of losing the scarecrow, but because of pure, unadulterated fear. My father told me that he probably blew away and would be discovered in a field during harvest. I knew better. Some how, some way, that scarecrow came alive. How, I don't know.
Ten years later:
Years have passed and to this day, I have never seen my scarecrow again. What happened that stormy night? Do scarecrows really keep out evil spirits or can they be possessed by one? I don't live on that farm anymore, but I've never ventured outside during a thunderstorm again.
I have many stories to tell, but I think this one is more appropriate to tell the world... My granddad loved making up stories so I thought it was just a prank when he told me that the house he moved into was haunted by my great, great nanny (his nanny.) I was only twelve years old when he told me this story...
Ellena Humpreys was her name, a rich powerful woman. Every one in her family obeyed her, even my granddad. He never back-chatted or told her she was wrong, he was too scared to.
One night, she went down the street to do the family shopping for the week. She was alone in the shop (or so she thought) when she was stabbed in the heart. Nobody knew who did it and nobody really cared. "It was only Ellena Humpreys" they said. Only the police were worried because there was a murderer on the loose.
They arrested the shopkeeper, but the fingerprints didn't match the ones on the knife. That seemed to be the end of the story, but however, not the end my story. I slept that night as my mum and dad were too lazy to come get me. My granddad didn't have a car, and my own nanny didn't have a driver's license, failed twelve times and then gave up.
That night, I woke up to see a women wearing day clothes. I was scared as I didn't know who this person was. I screamed and my granddad came into my room and asked what was the matter. I told him a woman was staring at me. My nan said it was just a dream, but my granddad thought different. He asked if she was wearing white clothes. White? I replied "yes." Then he asked if she had wiggly grey hair? I replied she did. Then my granddad looked pale and said that wasn't a dream, that was Ellena. It was very scary.
It was 9:30 at night and George and John where hanging around outside with "Kelly." They were headed up to the library and saw the big sign which read, "closed at four o'clock, enter after dark if you dare." They thought it was funny that they put up the signs and figured it was due to cameras catching them -- boy were they wrong. They entered the library which wasn't even locked. They were walking around the high shelves when they saw a light. They walked up to it and saw that it was a lady wearing a dress. The lady turned around and revealed one side of her which was totally burned. The other side looked as if she had been paper-cutted to death. What they did next was ran. They still have nightmares every night and it happened five months ago.
My mum and dad had to go out at the last minute and it was the first time being on my own. I was watching TV when I heard a noise from upstairs. I left the living room to see what was the matter. I went to the stairs to see a man holding a knife saying "I killed my wife and kids and now its your turn." At that moment my mum and dad came in and the dead man disappeared.
A young boy tragically died in a train accident. Actually, he jumped in front of the train on purpose, so it was suicide really, not an accident. He was sent to hell for this disgraceful act. The devil despises people who commit suicide and punishes them harshly. The boy's punishment was to be reborn, but this time, he is to be the devil's child. He must do horrible deeds to ever be able to return to hell and have the life as royal emperor.
... When he was reborn, he decided that he didn't want to be an emperor, so he did good deeds instead. This made the devil angry and he came up to earth personally and used special powers against the boy. He was killed again and sent to heaven. God praised him for his good work of defiance against the devil, something most people are afraid to do. THE BOY IS A NATURAL HERO.
A family of three lived in a big mansion in Scotland. Each night, the family would go to bed at 9:00 sharp. Most people thought this to be really early, but to this family, it was really late. One night, they forgot to put out the fire in the open fire space. It spread quickly and the family was found dead after the fire. Still, they woke up the next morning. Well, each day is the same for them. The day will always be June 28th, 2006. They always wake up on that day, as they can't remember it being any other day. Not only did they become ghosts, they become ghosts that have short-term memory loss. How unfortunate. From then on, they didn't do anything but get up and wander around the house like they would have done that day if they didn't die. HOW UNFORTUNATE.