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Dancing with the Devil
retold by
S. E. Schlosser


The girl hurried through her schoolwork as fast as she could. It was the night of the high school dance, along about 70 years ago in the town of Kingsville, Texas. The girl was so excited about the dance. She had bought a brand new, sparkly red dress for the dance. She knew she looked smashing in it. It was going to be the best evening of her life.

Then her mother came in the house, looking pale and determined.

"You are not going to that dance," her mother said.

"But why?" the girl asked her mother.

"I've just been talking to the preacher. He says the dance is going to be for the devil. You are absolutely forbidden to go," her mother said.

The girl nodded as if she accepted her mother's words. But she was determined to go to the dance. As soon as her mother was busy, she put on her brand new red dress and ran down to the K.C. Hall where the dance was being held.

As soon as she walked into the room, all the guys turned to look at her. She was startled by all the attention. Normally, no one noticed her. Her mother sometimes accused her of being too awkward to get a boyfriend. But she was not awkward that night. The boys in her class were fighting with each other to dance with her.

Later, she broke away from the crowd and went to the table to get some punch to drink. She heard a sudden hush. The music stopped. When she turned, she saw a handsome man with jet black hair and clothes standing next to her.

"Dance with me," he said.

She managed to stammer a "yes", completely stunned by this gorgeous man. He led her out on the dance floor. The music sprang up at once. She found herself dancing better than she had ever danced before. They were the center of attention.

Then the man spun her around and around. She gasped for breath, trying to step out of the spin. But he spun her faster and faster. Her feet felt hot. The floor seemed to melt under her. He spun her even faster. She was spinning so fast that a cloud of dust flew up around them both so that they were hidden from the crowd.

When the dust settled, the girl was gone. The man in black bowed once to the crowd and disappeared. The devil had come to his party and he had spun the girl all the way to hell.

nice going snake. Here's my horrific tale, total original by me.

The Tale of Silhouette - As told by Nolan "Thoadthetoad" Gardipe

Yet again, I move. I move to yet another house, but this one is a hand me down from Uncle Bruce. The house is my moms DREAMHOUSE, it's so big, 2 kitchens even! 20 Bathrooms, and 25 bedrooms. I have no idea what we could do with all this space. Want to know something that's just weird though? Turns out, mom and dad want to go out on a dang honeymoon! Right after they get their dreamhouse, they leave ME here! NO friends, NO family, nothing but a few articles from a newspaper and an arcade down the street next to the school. Not sure how much help school will be though, considering it's fall break.
+++The Next Day+++
"Alright mom! Yeah, I know the kitchens are filled with food. Yeah, I'll TRY to have fun, as much as that's possible," I shouted back at mom as she got into the car. Simple, just gotta be here a week in a gigantic old house and no one to have fun with. Simple, right? Wrong.

+++Day 1+++
I jolted up in my chair "Holy...sh**, that was," I paused and shivered in my blankets "horrible." I had just had the worst possible dream in my life. I don't know why, but I had a dream about a satanic ritual involving a goat. (Authors Note: Jeez, I'm getting freaked out by my OWN story. By the way, this is a really satanic story, for you bible thumpers out there) It's intestines spilled out of it's mouth, and it's windpipe was pulled out from his abdomen. It was just a horrifieing site...god.
With all the false hope inside me (Authors Note: He is mainly athiest, but the character really doesn't have a true speculation on whether he beleives or not), I had prayed to whatever god was out there, and hoped that the dream would not come back.

+++Day 2+++
God, I'm so glad that dream went away, but I've been noticing something really freaky going on, every night at 2 AM, I noticed that there's this blue light that goes from under my door...I'm pretty sure it's just nothing. Maybe...I don't know. Just freaky.

+++Day 3+++
I don't like this house anymore. Things just keep on getting worse, I got the dream again last night. Bloody, gushy, EH. It's just so disturbing, I want to throw up every time I have it...and to think I won't have it again till I'm 40, and then I'll just be a nervous wreck.
Plus, I've been noticing something even MORE weird, foods been disappearing from the kitchens! We might be burgled every now and again, it'd be easy, the house is colossal, I wouldn't be surprised if it was a mouse either. Still, I don't like this house.

+++Day 4+++
Da** it! I had that god forsaken dream again, only this time...it looked like another room of the house, it was the nursery room. I really don't like this house! (Authors Note: I'm actually going back and forth from normal thread,s because srsly, I am getting weirded out by my OWN story, lol) I've been seeing shadows...This is just not good!!! Alright, I really want to call mom, but this is the really alarming part...somethings jamming the lines.

+++Day 6+++
Alright, it's 2 AM in the morning, and I'm just so hungry...I don't want to come out of my room but...it hurts! I'll go out...I'll just hope for the best.
Alright, there's a shortcut through this corridor...go down here and..there's the first kitchen, meat, meat, and more meat. I heard something...odd in there though, it sounded like singing, even. It was high pitched, almost a shriek,
"Chop the meat, it is sweet, feed it to the maaaaaster~
Get the beat, stomp your feet, and dance for the maaaaaster~"
I had seen this man in there, oh god, it was gruesome, he was slim, but his eye was missing! I also noticed that there was blood, all over him. He also had an odd lantern with a blue flame within. What in the world was that?
"OOOHH, Looks like some FRESH meat is heeere!"
I yelped and quickly ran to the nearest room. The balls of thread and knitting needles were floating and knitting in mid air! The blue flame of another lantern showed me a slight blue impression of a human, a grandma even.
"Oh! Hello there, would you like to knit? I don't get visitors." the thing said, as I just stood there baffled.
"Wait, you look like your uncle! How sweet, this is nothing personal, but silhouette needs you."
I stood there still, "uhh, for what?"
She continued, "For one, I need all your skin. Silhouette needs a good suit in for her promotion"
I was horrified, and ran straight to my room.
I don't want to know who Silhouette is.


TO BE CONTINUED.

I was too creeped out AND too bored to continue lol.

there was a couple on a hill.... um... then jason cut one in half.... um..... then one fell asleep... um... then .... um.... (insert saw 5 referance here) THE END

there was a couple on a hill.... um... then jason cut one in half.... um..... then one fell asleep... um... then .... um.... (insert saw 5 referance here) THE END

heres a real horror story i heard when i was 7.

There was a man named bill that sat on a hill every day of the week except fridays, when people passed by they used to point and stare, bill was dieing inside, one day on a friday there was a massacar at a play ground near bills hill, oddley enough, bill wasent on his hill on fridays, the next week bill was on his hill at 7pm on thursday, a brave little boy went up and talked to bill, as a result there was police involvement... bill slashed the little boys left arm. when bill was interviewed about the murders
he said he was not the culprit. bill spent 50 years in prison for his actions, and another 10 for resisting arrest and assulting a police officer, bill still denys ever having been involved in any murder to this day. one curious detective was checking the massacar that happened nearly over 30 years ago, she found that the wounds on every victime were diagnal going down right (like this \\ )and another murder with similer wounds going across left was commited 1 week after billwas incarcerated. on another note the litte boy bill slashed has had his left arm mangled to this day, murders have occured with the same slashes every 3 months after that faithful day. the targets were usually outcasts like bill...when bill got out of prison he went back to his hill, on his hill he saw that boy once more, but older and hunched. that boy boldly talked to bill, and bills hill was never visited from that day on.


btw don't hold some stupid half assed grudge...

btw don't hold some stupid half assed grudge...

Here's two horror stories that went round our school wjen I was 8.

Squares

There was a couple, they just had a baby and were going out somewhere so they had to call the babysitter. When the babysitter went to wash her hands from changing the baby's nappy there was a call. She answered it.
''Squares, squares, squares.''
She cursed the prank callers and put the phone down. She went to check on the baby but it was gone. The babysitter shreiked and she looked around. The phone rang.
''Squares, squares, squares.''
The babysitter called the police and they tracked down the mysterious prank caller. It came from the house she was in, they went upstairs and saw a man cutting up the baby into squares saying: ''Squares, squares, squares.

There wasn't a name for this one =P

Well this isn't really a horror story me and a friend were around acampfire in a school trip and just said this happened and people were so gullable.

The kids walked orderly from out the building to the campfire.
''Wait for us!'' The two boys said, ''We need to finish the match!'' They were played on their DS's against eachother. They were left behind. While the other children sang songs at the campfire the boys played on and on, match after match. Until the group leader noticed the boys were gone. When the group leader went to look for them the children told eachother horror stories.
''I bet those boys were eaten!'' They laughed on and on, until the group leader found them. Sitting on the bed were two skulls with hair on them. The boys' hair. And the beds were soaked with blood. She told the kids at the campfire this:
''Kids, I have some bad news...'' And she fainted.

Those were pretty lame rumours around our school.

calm your self dude, i don't like making enemies.

This is a story I heard several years ago at a camp I went to.

There wasn't really a name to the story...

There was a man and his dog that were driving there car at night. The man began to get sleepy, sp he decided to camp out for the night. He set up a tent ,and he and his dog went to sleep.
In the middle of the night at 2 oclock or so, it began to rain heavily, and thunder and lighting began. The man was having trouble falling back asleep, but his dog licked his face and conforted him until he fall asleep.
When the man woke up the next morning at around 7, he was horrified to see his dog hanging from a tree. The man was a scientist and could tell that the dog had been dead for over 7 hours. There was also a note that read:[i]Next time, please remember to shave. Your face was too rough."

It's scray once u understand why. but ill let u do that urslef. i wouldnt want to ruin the horror.

hey can i ba judge

i don't think theres a rule that u can'tbut i wouldent advise it.

if you stray off topic the thread might get locked, oh and i don't get ur story jalex, it sounds sorta like a joke, did the dog die cuz he was to lazy to shave? xD

no! the horror idea was that: (if u were paying attention u would have noticed that something was licking him at 2 in the morning and he woke up at 7 to see his dog hanging and he said the dog had been dead for over 7 hours! so the dog couldnt have been the one licking him. it was the crazy guy who killed the dog!)

misread the time. my bad xD