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i only get writers block on essays, about thing i know everything about...... but not when im writing a story for fun... weird, maybe i should be a writer, il post another story laterz

This is my first horror story :

Part 1

Somewhere, in a town... the people were happy. But... after a tragedy... all is starting to change. That tragedy is very sadistic. There was 13 victims. They were all killed on a park. There was cuts, stabs on their body. Their hearts, livers, bones, eyes, heads, arms, legs were torn appart. Apparently, the murderer killed him self there by stabbing his own... neck and hanging on a tree. Blood spilling everywhere. The most green park on the town now become the blood park.

Many years has passed. But the knife that was used for killing by the murderer was still on his neck. It's color become red because of blood. But, there is no rust, dirt or scratches on the knife. Like it's still new but covered with red blood. After that tragedy, that park now become deserted. It became a haunted park. All people that lives near there was scared, so they move to another place. As time goes by, the people starts leaving the town.

One day, at dawn. Some teenagers was walking by that park. Their names were Tom, Mick and Charlie. They didn't about that tragedy. After that, they hear noises like people crying. So they try to find where that sound came. The sound leads to the park. The sound is getting clear. The sound stops at a tree. The tree that the murderer killed himself. Tom walk closer to the tree. He said "That's odd, the sound stops here. But there is no people."."Maybe this place is haunted !" said Charlie."HAH ! Are you scared because your mother isn't here? Look there's nothing here, it's just an old tree !"(Kicks that tree)."Hey Tom, careful not to kick the tree. You know i think he's right. We should go home now." said Mick."What! Are you scared too? You two are pathetic! Hey, if there is someone here show me your self !" And then...

To be continued...

This is the second part of my first story :

Part 2

Tom were too confident. He kick the tree. Mick was warning Tom. But Tom said that they were pathetic. He said " There's nothing here ! Hey, if there is someone here show me yourself ! And then... (Jleb!) a knife fell off the tree. Tom was killed. The knife was at his head. Then a mysterious rope pull Tom to the leaves. Charlie and Mick were frightened. They were unable to move. Charlie screams and both of them ran away quickly. But, the two of them were unlucky. Charlie was stabbed by a fire arrow. His corpse then became ashes. Mick, hi is not that unlucky. There was a fire arrow too. But, the wind sets the fire off and Mick only stabbed on his leg. But he is still capable of running because of scared and he even didn't notice there was an arrow there. At his home he fell down and brought to a hospital.

His leg was paralyzed. He can't walk now. As time goes by, his body was weakend and he can't even move. After a few months, Mick died because of a virus. Scientists were unable to analyze the virus. One of them said, "This virus is very strange, yet fascinating but scary. It has a reaction to a knife and blood. If you put it on a knife. It make a cries. If you put a blood, it will make a laughter. Maybe this virus is a living object, or maybe not.". Still, people doesn't care about it. They were unaware that the virus is dangerous. Some say they should leave the sample virus at the town and leave it and move to another town. Some say that's just a lie from the scientists.

End of part 2
Phew.. it's finally done. Maybe if you like it i'll make another one that's better. ^^

I've got some stories, too tired to post them all for a third time.

Nich's Tales of Mystery and Terror

i like all of nichodemus's horror stories the best

yea i agree, i have some more stories, that i might post later

Once, a rather bored Ag user ,made a thread. A thread about horror stories. This user was jalex13- a gold squire. He himself had a fascination with writing stories of particular gory 'quality' (used apprehensively in this case) and decided he wanted to see what other Ag users had.

The first story was by a kid. A special kid- a Cholokid. Known by many to be 'El Cholokid,' a little Mexican gangster with a revolting, yet suave mount named George- a duck. He submitted a comedy story, talking about strange homes and children who taste doors. Not fitting with the theme, another user by the unintentionally penile name of 'thoadthetoad' (AKA Nolan) got pissy over this. It was brushed aside as trivial.

The only true horror stories submitted were rather bone-chilling- one by thoad, one by pixie214, the secret agent king of Britain. Thy were different in tone, for sure, but both of them were exemplary.

Then, a curious user by the name of Dacer tried to trash the thread. Failing after being shot down by thoad, he left.

The next four pages were skipped, because the writer of this story was too dam lazy to read them. Deemed as unimportant, they sat in the corner.

Then, at page 6, the most awful story of them all was submitted. It was submitted by a writer of some respect, a user named thisisnotanalt. He decided to amuse himself by writing his story about the horror story thread- a great horror indeed.

And so, the people who frequented the thread were all so stricken with annoyance that they committed suicide at the pure awfulness of Alt's story. At least they could save themselves. . . .

To this day, you can still hear Alt laughing and crying at his agonizing 'humor' in the abandoned thread.

Awesome story, Alt! Extremely bone-chilling! So extremely bone-chilling, in fact, that I might just end my life to save myself the horror of your story!

-Pois0nArr0w terminated//

There once was a man who had a strange hobby. He liked to collect things. there were many things he liked to collect like teeth bones organs, you know stuff. well he lived in an old house and he hid his collection in the walls and one day a person just like YOU tried to ding-dong-ditch the house, notice the word TRIED, anyway the man was on the side yard killing bugs and ran over and caught the boy. the boy was added to his collection. when the police caught him he had 5000000000000000000000000009000000000000040506503045640210432535324630560056000000000000000000345032450305603456406047060457004560705705607040560340560340703407040670407046073070307030456070456004502210305034050200430605.3
stored in the walls

A Cursed Revelation

The morning dew on each blade of grass seemed to stand still, while a heavy fog lay across the land like a blanket. With each foot step came a heart stopping crunch that resonated throughout the cemetery, which echoed off each gritty headstone. Trekking through the endless necropolis gave a feeling of isolation; and the bleak loneliness made even my own joints start to ache and stiffen. Without warning the silence was shattered by a small eruption which sent shockwaves through my heart. As I shifted my body towards the noise I laid eyes upon the hideous scene: A hand covered in excrement pierced through the earth. Years of decomposition were apparent with maggots, centipedes, and slugs teeming throughout the misshapen sack of flesh. With an eerie elegance the member beckoned, and I inched forward like a moth to a flame. It seemed as if ages had passed before I reached the sight. While standing over the grave I began to shiver as the headstone became visible. The rotting remains of the hand pointed upwards, and it was then when the true horror began. My eyes read my own name engraved in the stone. Then all of the sudden the earth beneath me opened and swallowed me whole, never to release my soul again. Shrouded in darkness I lay upon the ground while the smell of boiling blood and pus filled my head. The taste of vomit in my mouth began to choke me, as my body suffered violent convulsions. This is the sentence my soul has been damned to, an eternity of darkness and pain. It was then that my eyes opened to familiar surroundings. I sat up soaked in sweat with my heart racing. It was all just a dream. The sun was shining and had a welcoming warmth, and with a gracious sigh of relief I laid my head back upon my pillow but only to notice a drip falling upon my forehead. I looked up and saw the blood dripping from the ceiling and before I could rise the lights went out, and the only sound I heard was my own screaming as the horrors of my nightmare returned, but this time it would be eternal...

*clears throat*
Warning: This story was not intended for 1 year olds, though I doubt that any frequent Armor Games
Prologue
The young doctor bowed his head slightly to the cabby as he got off, and started whistling as he walked up the driveway to his mansion. The black briefcase in his right hand was rather heavy, containing all his doctor's equipment.He'd been doing a lot more work, ever since the Second World War started. On the side,J. Johnson, M.D. was engraved. He put his hand on the gold doorknob. Then, two shots rang out, originating from inside the house.

Chapter 1

Danny Alderman chucked the wadded up ball of paper to the boy in the upper right corner desk, who caught it and shot it into the wastebasket. Tommy Sherman grinned at Danny, but the teacher glared. Danny rolled his eyes. Melinda Kidner quietly kept score as the Ben/Frank team scored too. Jimmy wadded another paper ball and passed it to Danny. The teacher blew her ultra loud, high pitched whistle and everybody froze and stopped talking. The silence was preserved for about five seconds. Then everything resumed.

"You know, wasteball is very fun. It helps pass the time," Tommy said after school, nodding sagely.
"And it's also very distracting," snapped Ivy Roman.
"Yeah, yeah. That's just what you think. But everybody else isn't watching that sideshow," said Jimmy
"What, you mean the real reason we're at school? Supposedly the only reason we're at school?" said Ivy.
"Whatever. You're just a teacher's pet," said Danny. Tommy shot him a Look: Be nice, it said.
"I can be as cool as any of you can!" exclaimed Ivy, throwing her heavy math book at Danny, who ducked it.
"Cool kids aren't chicken," Danny said, as if that settled it.
"I'm not chicken!" shouted Ivy
"Right...okay then. You'll have your chance. Party tomorrow night," Tommy said, cutting off Danny, who shot him a Look: What are you DOING? it asked.
"Parties? Is that what you call scary?" Ivy said sarcastically.
"It's at that old mansion, up on the hill," said Jimmy, dramatically delivering the punch line.
"I will be there," Ivy said.
"So will about twenty other people," Danny said, "You better."

Chapter 2

Ivy's hands trembled slightly as she walked up the dark hill. Branches snapped, and Ivy froze. But then all was silent. It was a new moon tonight, and Ivy could hardly see anything at all, despite the powerful flashlight in her left hand. It was almost as if something was making it darker out. Then, it began to rain. Just sprinkles. Then, all of a sudden, it was a downpour. Not caring about the shadows, just about getting out of the icy cold rain that hailed down like baseballs, Ivy bolted up the hill. Then, after what seemed an eternity, she reached the house. Soaked head to toe and freezing cold, Ivy was met with nothing but silence and darkness. She shook. Wasn't everybody else supposed to be here? She took a step forward, eliciting a CREEEEAK from the old floorboards, then several things jumped out at you, making a terrible cacophony of moans, screechs, shouts, and wails. Ivy grabbed the doorknob and shook it. Nothing. Then laughter. Then, the lights turned on. Ivy slowly turned around, sure she was about to die. Danny, Tommy, Jimmy, Rosie, Franklin, Benjamin, Lola, Sherry, and Connor roared with laughter. Ivy realized that they were the ghosts

To be continued....when I feel like it.

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