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noodles and jellybeans
Once upon a time, there was a creepy man with a blue mustache. This man scared lots of people, because he was so creepy.
This man liked to steal peoples iPods.
The End
OOk so now I just went to a website to get this story... kinda freakish
there was a boy called timmy and he was mentally disable, so one night timmy's mum puts timmy to bed and sings him a lullaby, then she reads a book and eventually falls sleep. the next day when timmys dad wakes up his wife is lying there next to him , dead. he is so sad and wat is he going to say to timmy? so a week later after timmys mums funeral timmys brother sam goes into to timmys room and says, "its ok timmy, i love u." and kisses timmy on the head. so his dad tucks sam in then goes to bed himself but he can't sleep so he puts on the TV about half an hour of watching and suddenly , a power shortage, but he turns the light on, and says " stupid TV we need a new one! " the next morning, sam is dead... and the week after timmys dad is dead. the police oficer comes to investigate, and he finds an axe under timmys bed....
Tada!!!
that's my scary story.
PART1
My name is Kay. One spring day, my life changed. Forever. 2 days earlier, my big sister Elizabeth, or Lizzie, received a threat. On the phone. "you better watch your back". Then silence. She did not tell our parents. Bad choice. Lizzie is 14, me, 10. She took me to the park, and we played tag in the woods, careless. She's standing by a tree, teasing and taunting me. "Come get me Kay! Butterflies!" Butterflies means I love you, in SIS language. She has been saying that a lot since the threat. I'm staring behind her, where i saw movement. Behind the tree, shines a glint of metal. Suddenly, a man, a handle, an ax. My mouth opens in a silent scream, and my sister, her eyes horrified, says "he's here for my body. Butterflies Kay, butterflies forever." A swing, a chop, a thud, and my big sisters head is cleared of her small body. The black haired, red-eyed, teen, runs, and I run also. Towards him. I scream words that would have my mother slap me silly. he hops in a black SUV. license- I don't know, my vision is obscured with tears of hatred, love, and shock. The murderer's last word,"I'll be back for the body". I run home sobbing, and I realize that my big sister, who loved me, who cared, was gone. Except in my heart. I reach home, and the whole story comes out between sobs. The loon, the threat, my sister. We call 911, and we reach the scene ot the crime. I see blood, and a head, with long brown hair, and I see lifeless eyes. The loon has taken my sisters life, and something else. The body.
Only the body.
OOk so now I just went to a website to get this story... kinda freakish
there was a boy called timmy and he was mentally disable, so one night timmy's mum puts timmy to bed and sings him a lullaby, then she reads a book and eventually falls sleep. the next day when timmys dad wakes up his wife is lying there next to him , dead. he is so sad and wat is he going to say to timmy? so a week later after timmys mums funeral timmys brother sam goes into to timmys room and says, "its ok timmy, i love u." and kisses timmy on the head. so his dad tucks sam in then goes to bed himself but he can't sleep so he puts on the TV about half an hour of watching and suddenly , a power shortage, but he turns the light on, and says " stupid TV we need a new one! " the next morning, sam is dead... and the week after timmys dad is dead. the police oficer comes to investigate, and he finds an axe under timmys bed....
Tada!!!
that's my scary story.
ok hello again...
i made a series of scary stories to share with my friends, and most of them were dreams i had at night. they are pretty freaky.
Here goes!
My name is Kay. One spring day, my life changed. Forever. 2 days earlier, my big sister Elizabeth, or Lizzie, received a threat. On the phone. "you better watch your back". Then silence. She did not tell our parents. Bad choice. Lizzie is 14, me, 10. She took me to the park, and we played tag in the woods, careless. She's standing by a tree, teasing and taunting me. "Come get me Kay! Butterflies!" Butterflies means I love you, in SIS language. She has been saying that a lot since the threat. I'm staring behind her, where i saw movement. Behind the tree, shines a glint of metal. Suddenly, a man, a handle, an ax. My mouth opens in a silent scream, and my sister, her eyes horrified, says "he's here for my body. Butterflies Kay, butterflies forever." A swing, a chop, a thud, and my big sisters head is cleared of her small body. The black haired, red-eyed, teen, runs, and I run also. Towards him. I scream words that would have my mother slap me silly. he hops in a black SUV. license- I don't know, my vision is obscured with tears of hatred, love, and shock. The murderer's last word,"I'll be back for the body". I run home sobbing, and I realize that my big sister, who loved me, who cared, was gone. Except in my heart. I reach home, and the whole story comes out between sobs. The loon, the threat, my sister. We call 911, and we reach the scene ot the crime. I see blood, and a head, with long brown hair, and I see lifeless eyes. The loon has taken my sisters life, and something else. The body.
Only the body.
Part 2
Only the body. Why? I will never know. Drip. Drip. Drip. Splat. Splat. Splat. A liquid, on my cheek, fell from above. I wipe it, and to my horror, see the color is red. Blood red. What can I do, but look up? A shoe, pants, shirt. a body?The body. A headless body, is sitting up the tree where murder happened, and it's Lizzie's. My Lizzie's. I whack my head, to make sure I am not hallucinating. To bad, no. But now I see a moment of red in the tree, from an eye. The loon. I scream, and people panic, and they look up, to see the body. Police are armed. For no reason. The body, the eye, they disappeared, without a trace. Now I'm sure I imagined this, but the proof, the blood, is on mt hand and face. Huh??? I catch a flash of a butterfly, overhead, a sign from Lizzie. But now, something is written in blood, on the bark of the death tree.
"We'll meet again, and you'll be sorry you saw anything"
