this one time i had to turn the light off downstairs (the lightswitch is down there) so i went to turn it off *flick**sprint sprint sprint* and finally got upstairs...scary stuff

Shortest and scariest story for me -- The last person alive had a knock on his door.

It was a Chimp knocking on the door

Quote from: XXZEPHARXX on 30 Sep 2013, 12:22:38

Quote from: xXAnimeOXx on 30 Sep 2013, 11:53:58

Shortest and scariest story for me -- The last person alive had a knock on his door.

It was a Chimp knocking on the door

You just messed up my whole mini adventure childhood D: NOOOOOO WHY!!?!?!?

Hehe, sorry i had to, 'twas too tempting.

Honestly, I believe another force outside the human world exsists though I'm not going to be like the "I can see the dead" people. xD More of a believer like you. I've watched enough ghost shows.

And Miner, if you're as dedicated as some of my friends are, (they believe their houses are haunted) I suggest doing a bit of research on your house. They found some interesting facts and I'm almost certain you will too.

I have the scariest story you will every hear...

I went to the Mexican restaurant one time and when I got there... they didn't have any tacos! DUN DUN DUN *Lightning Flash*






PS: If you want to hear a REAL scary story... I might post one.

(Part 1/2)

Plot holes

The day I found my first hole was the day my best friend came back from the dead.

We were in high school and stupid. Jake was his name and we liked to go out to this old abandoned house in the woods after school to just...screw around. Do stupid teenage things. It was a pretty big place to be honest. Two story house with a basement or three stories if you counted the small attic above it. The story is supposed to go that an old woman was building the house years and years ago in order to get away from the city life but, for some reason, never finished it. Probably died. Anyway, the house was pretty close to completion when she stopped but nobody bothered to finish it and now it just sits there rotting away.

So Jake and I would go to the house and just screw around, scaring each other or exploring the place. Whatever we felt like. Usually we were careful -- or lucky -- but nothing ever happened to make us worry.

Then the floorboards broke under Jake's feet when we were exploring the second floor and he fell. I never realized how bad the condition of the house must have been because when he hit the first floor, that broke too and he fell into the basement. I ran down and looked through the broken hole in the first floor. It was dark (but we usually had the foresight to bring flashlights) so I shined a light on him. I'll...never forget what I saw.

One of the boards or...something must've fallen at just the right angle that when Jake hit the ground, it speared up right through his stomach. I could see him shift and try to grab at it. Even hear him gurgle...and then he stopped.

He was dead. I was sure of it. Our stupidity got him killed. I was in shock. I didn't know what to do.

So I just...ran. I ran out of the house and left him there.

It was about evening when I got home and I went straight to my room. I didn't talk to anyone. Didn't stop for anything. I just wanted to curl up and try to forget that scene. My parents tried to talk to me but I feigned sleep and they just went on. Later that night, we got a call from Jake's parents asking where he was. They actually "woke me up" for that one and I said I had no idea. The usual "Well, if you see him, please let us know!" came afterward and I just nodded before I went back to sleep.

The next day was school and I went through the morning ritual in a bit of a trance. I didn't want to go but I couldn't stay home. I was pretty sure Jake's parents already suspected something of me. So I went. School was...just like usual. People screwing around in the morning and talking. I went up to my normal group of friends that I hung out with before the first bell rang and my heart stopped.

There was Jake.

He stood there, just laughing and being his normal self. When he saw me, he looked over and grinned before coming over. He made a joke but I didn't hear it. I just continued to stare.

"Hey, you ok?" He asked, starting to get concerned.

"Aren't you...are you ok?" Was all I could muster back.

"Well, yeah! Why wouldn't I be?" He laughed a bit but gave me a weird look.

"You, you don't...know anything?" I tried to phrase it as delicately as possible. I didn't want anyone else knowing, but I figured that was enough to clue him in. If it did, he didn't show it.

"Know anything of what?" He responded and then the bell rang. He said bye and gave me a weird look before heading off to class. I just stared after in shock. Why was my friend here? I saw him die! At the very least, he should be in the hospital! But he was fine.

I went to class but I couldn't concentrate. I just kept thinking about Jake and how he should be dead. I kept trying to think of how he could've survived but I just couldn't fill this strange hole of a mystery. After class, I decided I'd check out the house.

Jake met me after school and asked if I still wanted to hang out. I told him I wasn't feeling well and we'd catch up tomorrow. He seemed to accept that and move off. It's not like I wasn't excited my friend was back but looking at him made something in me cringe. He shouldn't be alive. He should not be here! I saw him...

So I went to the house that afternoon alone.

When I walked in, I could feel something. It was strange but familiar. It was the same feeling I got when I looked at Jake. That something wasn't right and it was just...off. However, here, it felt like a lingering feeling. Not this fresh "what the hell?" I got when I saw my friend. I stepped forward and looked down. Sure enough, there was the damn hole he fell through! I let out a sigh of relief and bent over. So I wasn't crazy! I slipped out my usual flashlight and shone it down into the hole. Yes! There was the wreck I saw him land on! Just...no Jake. Did he get free? Did he magically regenerate or something? I shone my flashlight up to look toward the hole in the second floor.

It wasn't there.

My breath caught in my throat and I began to frantically shine my light onto the ceiling. Where was it!?! I should be right above the damn hole in the floor! But nothing. I bolted up the stairs and, sure enough, there was nothing in the floor where he fell.

Nothing.

Something was wrong. Really wrong. I wandered back down to the first hole and peeked down into it.

I'm sure that was the moment that solidified my fate. If I had just ignored it, moved on, and been plain happy that my friend was back, I might have been able to continue life as usual. But that moment..

I saw something. Just a flash of something black, blacker than the darkness beyond my flashlight's range shift and fly out of sight. I gasped and stumbled back, breathing heavily. I know I should've run, but my curiosity took hold. And my logical side said it was just some animal or trick of the light. So I swallowed my fear and I leaned over to peak again.

I didn't see that flash of black again, but I did notice something. The boards and wreckage underneath the hole were gone. With that note, I knew something was wrong. Nobody can clean up something like that mess in the blink of an eye.

I bolted. I ran out of that house and through the forest, swearing up and down that something was chasing me. I had a feeling that there was something out there...but now I know it was simply watching me. For now.

I ran home and slammed the door shut behind me before I leapt into my bed. My body curled up and I just lay there, trying to comprehend what was going on.

It took me a while, but I finally drew myself out of bed. I had to figure out what was going on but like hell I was going back to that damn house. Not if some monster was in it. So, I did what any teenager would do. I went to the internet and researched.

It was slow and I didn't have a lot of luck at first. Looking up "paranormal" just got me weird pictures and stories. "Friend comes back from dead" got me a lot of zombie stuff. Missing time seemed to get me a little more info. A lot of it was around aliens, but a few stories seemed to peak my interest. Like, something crazy seeming to happen (like a car crash or accident) and, suddenly, there's a time jump and things seem to be OK. Like nothing ever happened.

There was one post on a missing time board that seemed to draw my attention, however. It was titled "Plot Holes" and was only posted a couple of days ago. I curiously clicked it.

Everyone seemed to speculate what caused this whole missing time thing. A lot of the time it was aliens or dimensional...whatever. This guy, however, acted like he knew for a fact. And his reason was the most bizarre of them all.

He started by telling a similar story. In a nutshell, his wife was killed in a household accident when part of their house caved in during a storm. While trying to get to her, he was knocked out by some other debris. When he came to, he was sitting in the living room and his wife was trying to wake him up. The house was fine, with no sign of disaster, and she was...alive! He was ecstatic but described a strange feeling. Like, he had figured out something he shouldn't have and that his wife shouldn't be there. Like my feeling I got with Jake.

Overtime, he couldn't be around her. It just was too strange. So he left. He went on the road, taking what money he had and doing weird little jobs here and there while staying in motels. While he went, he began to research. It took a great amount of time, but he found others with similar experiences. Most of them just described it as a miracle and moved on with their lives. Others couldn't shake the feeling, like he did.

All of them described the same sort of thing. Some event should've caused something to happen...a person to die or some landmark to be destroyed, only to have it miraculously come back later. So what was going on?

The author was at a standstill until he came across something. While researching people who shouldn't be alive, he came across a book review. Apparently, it was the latest book in the series and, in it, a side character saves the day by fighting off a bunch of enemies for the heroes. However, in the previous book (by a different author) that character had been killed. So, this character couldn't have come back to save the day but, if he didn't, the main characters would've died. The reviewer said it was one of the worst plot holes he'd ever seen. That got the forum author, and me, thinking. He said he'd post again after he experimented a bit and I didn't blame him. I had a few things I wanted to experiment with as well. Nevertheless, I dropped him a message saying I read his post and that something similar happened to me. Then called it a night early. I had to be extremely alert if I was going to try to look for the signs I wanted to find.

The next morning, I woke up and started my first attempt at looking for plot holes. I know how crazy that sounded but something seemed to click after reading that review. Someone should've died...but that was ignored so he could do something of significance later...it sounded so familiar.

The first few days, I didn't notice anything (except for that weird feeling around Jake. Nobody else seemed to have it). The third day was when I noticed my first plot hole. It was minor. The most minor of details but it was there. One of the girl's in my class went from wearing a skirt to a set of jeans between periods. I know how that seems to make me look but, I'll admit it, the skirt was why I noticed. But to change into a pair of jeans within seven minutes while walking across campus to another class? That doesn't make sense. I guessed it was possible, but it didn't make sense. It was like a costume got wrong during a scene change.

After that, it went all down hill. I kept seeing changes everywhere. A sign would be black in the morning, but light green later at night or a friend would go from wearing a sweater to a t-shirt when I looked away from a moment. You'd think that people would notice these changes but nobody did. Maybe it was the strange feeling that I got of something being off after the accident with Jake or perhaps you just had to be looking for them. But, as I kept looking, they were everywhere.

It was about a week and a half before I got a response back from the "Plot Holes" author. He introduced himself as Dennis and apologized for being late to respond. His reason why? He had gotten caught up in observing...plot holes. He was noticing the same thing I was! This is the first time I've ever actually spoken to this guy but the changes he described matched mine to a T. Except for one thing. After noticing a misspelled sign above a store late at night, he turned away for a moment to look back and saw a shadowy black figure floating by it. It was hazy, like looking at the figure through a fog that just wasn't there but, after the being floated away, the spelling error was gone.

A shiver went down my spine. That seemed…too close to whatever I might’ve glimpsed at the house. I hadn't seen it full on yet but then now I knew what I was looking for. I wish I hadn't.

It wasn't long before I began to see them. You had to look at just the right moment I found out. When it seemed like nobody was watching or paying attention to that little error you just noticed. Then you could make it out. A shadowy haze of a being, seeming to be dressed in a long black robe with a hood, messing with it until it changed. I saw one fade my friend's t-shirt into a jacket/shirt set on a cold day in class. And I saw another change an entire stack of books at the library into a completely different set before they were picked up by a student. Nobody noticed them, just like the holes. It was like you had to be on that wavelength to notice.

Im still trying to comprehend what Nebih just wrote.. Is.. that real?? It seems so unreal that its hard to believe..

:o Really? lol Its not real. Just a little fiction to try and scare you Or was it real? (another plot hole?!)

nebih, you have a future in writing horror stories(in my opinion) because that just might actually give me nightmares, almost nothing gives me nightmares, and i've seen some pretty scary movies. i watched paranormal activity. it was beyond scary, but didnt give me a nightmare. if have a nightmare tonight, nebih, you are a horror writing MASTER! lol

lol suspenseful ending. that person at the end shoulda brought a diamond sword. LOL

oh yeah nearly forgot. *puts on anti scary story enchant diamond helmet* LOLOL

Ok, time for Samantha's Scary Story.

A long time ago in the middle of World War II, near the edge of the Soviet Union, there was a small town called Caza. Little was known about Caza, but one thing was rumored that the town held ancient secrets from "The Ones Who Came Before". Germany, wanting the power, one day decided to invade Caza and try and find whatever it was that was there. After about a month, people were starting to get sick from trying to dig through ruins, it was a sickness never seen before, and killed about half of the miners. About two weeks later, one of the commanders was starting to act funny, he would make random noises and speaks whenever near the site, soon enough it got so bad they locked him up and he was deemed "Insane". Finally, after two months of searching, they came across an ancient crypt with writing on the walls saying "Turn Back" "Death Is Waiting" and "Your Mistakes Will Lead To Your Destruction", they ignored these, and went deeper until finding a weird blue stone, three men were told to carry it up for a better examination. After about a day, the people told to bring the stone up started to act weird, they would twitch and they would foam in the mouth, some thought this was rabies, so they were locked up with the insane commander. After a while the disease would spread fast, until over half the camp had to be locked up. Then it started to get even stranger, it appeared as if they would try to EAT there way out of the cages, when someone tried to give them food, they would usually try to eat there hand. Soon enough only the top 5 commanders and there servants were left, until one night, the moon turned red, and a loud breaking of metal was heard, but the insane looked different, there eyes were red, and there flesh seemed to burn. The camp was over run by these creatures and they each targeted a single person one at a time, finally the five commanders took shelter and needed to think of a plan, so they made three options.

1: Use the weapons to try and fight there way through.

2: Try and escape in the tank

3: Explore deeper into the crypt to find an answer.



This is basically a starter, the point is you choose an option, post it, then see how it turns out when I post all three.

i choose option 2. BRING ON THE TANK!!!!!!!!

Same