[Liberty4eva]

What is the scariest short story you've ever heard? Write it out!

[Liberty4eva]

This is a story I heard while I was a kid called The Rocking Chair.

There once were two teenage sisters whose parents were out of town for the weekend. On Friday night, both were watching the local news on television and they were startled to hear that someone escaped from a mental institution that was only a few blocks away from their house. The local news cautioned everyone in the area to lock their doors and windows and only go outside unless they absolutely had to because the man was a psychopath and extremely dangerous. The two sisters were disturbed and promptly locked all the doors and windows. They were so afraid that they decided to sleep in the same room together. When they were half-asleep, the younger sister remembers the window in the upstairs attic and asks the older one if the window was locked. Neither one of them could remember and the older one, already practically asleep, said it wasn't worth it to check because it was a small window and too high off the ground for someone to reach. This calms the younger sister and both go to sleep. Later in the night, the younger sister is awoken by a creeking sound from outside their bedroom window. She listened more closely and she could make out what sounded like someone humming. This scared her and she nudged her sister trying to wake her up but she wasn't waking up. The creeking and the humming continued and curiousity finally got the best of the younger sister. She tip-toed over to the window and, ever so slowly, she peered outside through the blinds. She could make out what appeared to be a middle-aged man in the front yard sitting in a big rocking chair. He was rocking back and forth and humming to himself. This scared her but he appeared to be preoccupied with something that was sitting in his lap. She at first thought it was a bowling ball but noticed that it had hair that the man was plucking out, one at a time. The man kept rocking and humming while plucking out the hairs. The sister peered more closely and finally realized it was no bowling ball. It was the head of her older sister. And the man kept rocking and humming to himself and plucking out the hairs, one at a time.

[Marc]

There once was a man... The end.

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

the one about the man who was in the army and he used to write home to his mother every week then all of a sudden the letters stopped so she expected the worst then a few weeks later she got a letter from him explaining he had been captured and was being held in a POW camp but they were treating him nicely and have not harmed him in any way etc

the mother was a stamp collector and saved all the stamps from every letter she received she liked the ones her son sent especially because they were foreign so anyway she carefully removed the stamp from the envelope and noticed something written on the back of it and when she looked closer it said 'they chopped off both my legs'

[Kate!]

Omg I wish I hadn't read this now, I actually feel sick. My own fault, lol. I know I don't like stuff like this and yet my curiosity gets the better of me every time.

[lostalex]

I won't say, because it could be used against me in a court of law.

[Liberty4eva]

No one has any stories? Or maybe yall are just too lazy to write them out? Either way, too many people here are lame.

[Ammi]

..this isn't my story btw..I did get it from the internet..
..as a child I was always protected from anything scary..it was more important to learn about hell and the devil and everlasting burning..Herod and slaughtering of babies......

Anway the person who wrote it had this to say:

True Story

..and I do believe in this kind of thing......

This guy is hanging out with his friends in a parking lot. They split up to go home. A few moments later, a sports car pulls up beside him. He immediately notices the pretty girl behind the wheel and she smiles at him. She asks him if he wants to go for a ride. Excitedly, he says yes!

He gets in the car and before he has time to fasten his seat belt, she floors it, tires squealing, and takes off out of the parking lot. He manages to get his seatbelt fastened. He looks over at her and down at her hand on the stick shift. She’s shifting through the gears like butter. He’s so intrigued by her; he never takes his eyes off her.

She’s weaving in and out of traffic, not letting up on the throttle for anything. The last thing he thinks is, “I love her” and WHAM! She smashes head-on into an oncoming car…

The next thing he remembers is being startled awake by his mom shaking him in front of his house. She asks him repeatedly, “Are you okay? Are you okay?” He says, “Yes! Mom, I’m okay! I was just sleeping!”

He notices the lady from across the street, kneeling down beside the girl from the sports car, who is covered in blood and half her face is smashed in. He leans over her lifeless body and asks, “Are you okay?” She opens one of her eyes and says, “I was just sleeping”.

To this very day, no one knows how he ended up outside in his pyjamas, lying beside the lifeless body of a girl who hit an oncoming car that night. Several witnesses on the scene say she was alone in the car when she crossed the center line and the girl never regained consciousness. The girl was pronounced dead at the scene, even though he recalls she responded to him with the same thing he said to his mom when she shook him awake: “I was just sleeping”.

[Pyramid*]

Originally Posted by Scott

the one about the man who was in the army and he used to write home to his mother every week then all of a sudden the letters stopped so she expected the worst then a few weeks later she got a letter from him explaining he had been captured and was being held in a POW camp but they were treating him nicely and have not harmed him in any way etc

the mother was a stamp collector and saved all the stamps from every letter she received she liked the ones her son sent especially because they were foreign so anyway she carefully removed the stamp from the envelope and noticed something written on the back of it and when she looked closer it said 'they chopped off both my legs'

That one gives me the chills....because it is feasible that there is truth in it.

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

i think it is true i saw it on one of those truth or hoax sites years and im certain it said true

idk though coz i cant even remember what the story was called

[King Gizzard]

That one about the person hiding in the car when someone is at a garage getting petrol..the amount of times i've heard it

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

-glares at glenn-

[King Gizzard]

Car Urban Legend #5 - The Killer in the Backseat

The Legend:

A single woman fills up her car at a fuel pump, then leaves the car unlocked to go inside the station to pay for the gasoline. As she leaves and starts walking toward her car, the gas station attendant runs to her screaming that she has forgotten to pay.

The indignant woman turns and yells back at the man for accusing her of stealing. After a brief standoff, the woman walks toward the station attendant who admits the only reason he is yelling is because he saw a man sneak into the backseat of her car while she wasn’t looking and the attendant assumes the mystery man is planning to attack her once she drives away.

The Facts:

According to Snopes.com, one of the leading sites for collecting and preserving urban legends, this scary story began making the rounds in 1967 and persists today in slightly different variations. Sometimes the man (and yes, it’s always a man in the back seat of a woman’s car) is an escaped convict. Sometimes he’s a mass murderer. Sometimes he’s a new initiate into a street gang. But the message is clear: lock your doors when away from your car for even a few seconds and always check the back seat before you drive away from a public place.

[nicole_burks]

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

Frederic Brown

[InOne]

Dan and Elsa

She met him in a laundromat in London. He was open and friendly and they hit it off right away. From the start she thought he was hilarious. Of course, she'd been lonely. The weather was grim and sleety and she didn't know a soul east of the Atlantic.

"Ah, traveller's loneliness," Dan crooned sympathetically over dinner. "It's the worst."

After dessert he was embarrassed to discover he'd come without his wallet. She was more than happy to pay for dinner. At the pub, over drinks, he told her he was a translator for the United Nations. He was, for now, between assignments.

They saw each other four times that week, five the week after. It wasn't long before he had all but moved in with Elsa. It was against her nature, but she was having the time of her life.

Still, there were details, unexplained, undiscussed, that she shoved out of her mind. He never invited her to his home; she never met his friends. One night he brought over a carton filled with tape recorders -- plastic-wrapped straight from the factory, unopened; a few days later they were gone. Once she came home to find three televisions stacked in the corner. "Storing them for a friend," was all he told her. When she pressed for more he merely shrugged.

Once he stayed away for three days and was lying asleep on the bed when she came in midmorning. "Where have you been?" she cried. "I've been so worried. Where were you?"

He looked sour as he woke up. "Don't ever ask me that," he snapped. "I won't have it. Where I go, what I do, who I do it with – it doesn't concern you, Elsa. Don't ask."

He was like a different person. But then he seemed to pull himself together, shook the sleep off, and reached out to her. "I know it hurts you," he said in his old gentle way, "but I thing of jealousy as a flu, and wait to get over it. And you will, baby, you will." Like a mother cat licking her kitten, he groomed her back into trusting him.

One night she asked him lightly if he felt like stepping out to the corner and bringing her an ice cream. He didn't reply, and when she glanced up she found him glaring at her furiously. "Always got everything you wanted, didn't you?" he asked in a strange, snide way. "Any little thing little Elsa wanted, somebody always jumped up and ran out and bought it for her, didn't they?"

"Are you kidding? I'm not like that. What are you talking about?"

He got up from the chair and walked out. She never saw him again.

From the book 'Without Conscience'

[Fetch The Bolt Cutters]

that didnt even make sense

[InOne]

It's not meant to

[InOne]

Although, ****, I should really read the OP. I just posted a random story

Well it could be scary in a way for women I guess. That will do.

[Novo]

This reminds me of the time Chewy made a thread about some man who wrote about a Cave somewhere and he went inside it and said it stunk of death and their was witchcraft markings in there, that's all i remember really but it was the best read ever

[Josy]

My dad used to tell us this, more funny that scary really and I couldnt remember it all so I had to find it online

Big Hairy Toe

There was an old woman with no money or food who went out into the woods to dig up some roots to cook for dinner. She spotted something funny sticking out of the leaves and dug around until she uncovered a great big hairy toe. There was some good meat on that toe which would make a real tasty dinner, so the old woman put it in her basket and took it home.

When she got back to her cottage, the old woman boiled up a kettle-full of hairy toe soup, which she ate for dinner that night. It was the best meal she'd had in weeks! The old woman went to bed that night with a full stomach and a big smile.

Around midnight, a cold wind started blowing in the tops of the trees around the old woman's house. A large black cloud crept over the moon and from the woods a hollow voice rumbled: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my big hairy toe!" Inside the house, the old woman stirred uneasily in her bed and nervously pulled the covers up over her ears.

From the woods there came a stomp-stomp-stomping noise as the wind whistled and jerked at the treetops. In the clearing at the edge of the forest, a hollow voice said: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my big hairy toe!" Inside the house, the old woman shuddered and turned over in her sleep.

A stomp, stomp, stomping sound came from the garden path outside the cottage. The night creatures shivered in their burrows as a hollow voice howled: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my big hairy toe!" Inside the house, the old woman snapped awake. Her whole body shook with fright as she listened to the angry howling in her garden. Jumping out of bed, she ran to the door and barred it. Once the cottage was secure, she lay back down to sleep.

Suddenly, the front door of the cottage burst open with a bang, snapping the bar in two and sending it flying into the corners of the room. There came the stomp, stomp, stomping noise of giant feet walking up the stairs. Peeping out from under the covers, the old woman saw a massive figure filling her doorway. It said: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my big hairy toe!"

The old woman sat bolt upright in terror and shouted: "I ATE your big hairy toe!"

"Yes, you did," the giant figure said very gently as it advanced into the room.

No one ever saw the old woman again. The only clue to her disappearance was a giant footprint a neighbor found in the soil beside the old woman's house. The footprint was missing the left big toe.

[LaLaLand]

The one about the girl home alone and the dog under the bed who turns out to be a murderer licking her hand!

Also then one about the clown "teddy" in the bedroom :||||

[Marsh.]

I'm on my own too.