The killer thread is all about telling spooky stories. Remember that stories that give the chills can be posted. No dumb ones allowed. Also, try to do ones that have been passed on. If you don’t have one THEN you can try to make up one. But again, try to do one thats been passed on. Alright?
THE KILLER IN THE BACKSEAT Once upon a time in the 60’s there was a woman that went to a bar to get drunk. After she left, on the way home, a truck behind her had kept flashing their lights. It was a man, though. The woman took the nearest exit. She stopped the car to go see what all the wonder was about. It turns out the man was trying to save her life. All this time in the backseat there had been a killer with a butcher knife in his hand so whenever the truck driver hadn’t shown his headlights the killer rose to kill the woman. The moral? ALWAYS CHECK THE TRUNK BEFORE YOU LEAVE!
Marina
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^Thats actually a true story.
Except the woman was going home from the grocery store. Edit: Oh, and he slit her throat with a small blade. These stories are actually really gruesome, so maybe there should be some sort of warning aha.
Actaully, no. i hate to break it to you confusionist…. but yea, the warning is ok……
Snowy
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Oh my gosh. Scarred for life here…
Marina
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Yeah, after it became an urban legend people began to replicate it. There was almost another case of it at a gas station.
Snowy
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Well, anyone else up for scarring me for life again?
OoT2D
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No, not really. Im scared Ill scar myself.
@Juxtazexx
, please don’t cuss or use bad language. Anyone, including young kids, can access the forums.
hey, guys. chill. it’s alright. there is no need to be scarred! Confusionist, what happened at the gas station?
@SnowCrystal
Im more than welcome to:
ANOTHER SCARY STORY Once there was a woman…murdered in the thread behind us! I cannot describe what happend , though, let me just say there was lots…and lots…of red… Today, I have a piece of her, want to see?
Snowy
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No, my name is @Snowy
. Thank you. Yep! I wanna see. Here’s my scary story: Katherine Woodley was sitting in the detention room, all by herself. She had tripped Zak Myer during lunch (accidentally, of course), and like everything, it generated controversy and a solid detention. The brunette straightened her denim shorts by the cuff and adjusted her white tank top, fiddling with a wavy lock of her hair. That was all she could do, as far as she could see. “Hello.” said a voice behind her. Katherine jumped and turned around! She could have sworn that she was completely alone in the detention room…the voice belonged to someone that Katherine would have described as the mini version of Keiynan Lonsdale. “I’m James Farley; what’s your name?” James asked, looking inquisitive. “Katherine Woodley. How long have you been here?” she asked quickly. The girl already felt jumpy. The boy frowned. “Not sure. It feels like days!” he joked, looking down at his two-toned shoes. Two toned shoes. Katherine had only seen them in her great-grandfather’s closets, buried deep in a small trunk. “June 8th, 2015.” the girl replied as drops from the bucket of unease dripped on her head. “Naw, man! I haven’t been here for that long.” he said, flicking his hand. “April 10th, 1942.” The pieces all fit into Katherine’s mind as she started to shake with fear. The boy sitting next to her was a ghost.
Snowy
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One: I feel as if your feedback of my story was rude. Two: That wasn’t exactly what I would call spooky. It’s interesting, but sudden and I feel as if it has a lack of background and a few cliches.
Let’s try not to fight Snow Snow…I’m sure she/he was sharing what they thought. I’ll be honest your story was great but it could be even spookier. However, that was shocking he said he was ghost o.o
Snowy
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I know, I just felt rather miffed. : ) Well, let’s continue life. Right now.
system
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I know… it was told to me by my grandfather and the way he told it to me was scaryLet me try again. Rebecca Green was returning home early from school, she rude on her blue bike down the narrow Italian streets when suddenly it went dark and started raining. The main road she normally took was blocked by a scene of a car accident, 5 cars had collided and the alleys were covered in mud so she took a different route which lead her to an unknown part of town she had never seen before. She took her time, cautiously looking around, no one was there and the buildings seemed old and ruined. The rain poured down hard, the wind started to pick up then as she got closer to the end of the road, strange figure emerged out of nowhere! She was knocked off of her bike, the figures looked like ghosts “What the…” she muttered, the ghosts surrounded her and started to speak. “Why are you here?” whispers one of them, Rebecca stood up on her legs and brushed dirt off of her white school top then they all started to attack her! “Leave me alone!” she screamed, they ignored her and continued, she didn’t feel anything but she was scared and bruised from her previous assault from bullies at school “Go away, do not come here again!” shouted one of the ghosts “Okay! I won’t!” exclaimed Rebecca getting on her bike and pedaling as fast as she could, the ghosts then disappeared and it stopped raining by the time she arrived home. She was shaken and confused but well and alive, her mother was not home which was unusual. Se went into the lounge and noticed a piece of paper on a wooden coffee table, it read: “To Rebecca. Sorry I couldn’t be home, I have to go do something important but I will be back as soon as possible! ~Mum.” Rebecca then noticed dried blood on the paper and started to feel concerned. She grabbed the phone and dialed the emergency number but nothing happened, she then noticed the phone lines that connect the phone to the poles had been cut, she also noticed blood on the wall, some blood in the kitchen sink and a little bit on the handle of the front door. Rebecca started to cry, where was her mother? Was she okay? And why did those ghosts attacked her?
