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Can i post more than a story? I have some.. >_>

of course

Er, shouldn't this be on the Writing section?

there is a writing section?

there is a writing section?

Well, forget dumb questions, get with the stories!!

Whatever I will post mine at night when I am in the mood.

Okay.
Since there seem to be no rule about the stories being selfmade, this is staying in the tavern.
This also means that people should remember, if they post a story, to either link to the story from where they got it, or simply posting a link to the story as well as the reason why they find the story scary.
The other solution is to post selfmade stories, of course.

No plagiarism, thank you. Every story found on the net should have a link to the source. If there is no source, and the story still is c/p'd from a website, it can and will lead to being reported to a moderator, and possibly warned.

If the stories are more than a certain amount of words, it would be nice if you cared to create an account on fiction.net or fictionpress.com, and link to the story from there. If you want to be sure to be acknowledged for your work, start the story off with posting your username.
It would be good if you do so, so it is possible to monitor the stories for plagiarism.

Thank you.

Why don't you make a thread where you share your own scary story instead of making a contest for other people to post their stories in?

Most likely because he wants to see what kind of scary stories others can come up with/find. Inciting people to post scary stories because you wanna see what they can come up with is just fine... Turning it into a competition makes it a more interesting thread than a &quotost scary stories here!" thread.

Not everyone is up for writing scary stories themselves, NoName... That aside, you should totally finish that scary story thing you were writing. :3

It is 1356 and the Black Death has been spreading like wild fire throughout the known world. Thousands have died and few who have contracted the disease have lived to tell the tale. In the city of York the dead are piling up on the streets rotting and furthering the spread of this plague. Ifected houses have a red cross painted on the door to warn survivors to keep clear.
A family, two parents and a young daughter sit round the table happily eating their stew. The father is a butcher in the shambles; a dark narrow street, blood from the slaughtered animals staining the cobbled streets crimson. They have said grace thankful God has spared them.
After their meal the young girl is sent to bed. She has seen the bodies on the streets and her mother talks to her, helps her get changed into her nightdress and tells her a story. As the mother slips the dress over her daughters head she notices dark patches under her daughters arms. Once the daughter is asleep she leaved the room and takes to her husband. The girl is infected, their is no hope for here. They decide to leave, they lock up all the doors and windows and paint a red cross onto the door.
The next day neighbours here the young girl crying. They see here gaunt face pressed up against the window of her bedroom. Two men run to the door but turn back after seeing the cross. For five days and five nights the girl sat at the window crying anbd calling for her mother and father to return. But they don't. They never come back to see their little girl. No one enters the house to help her. Her little face presses up against the window becoming paler and thiner as the disease takes its course. Slowly she withers away to nothing. Her skull pressed up against the window turns to dust.
To this day you can hear the faint moans and screams of a girl abandoned by her parents to die slowly locked in her room.

The small window on the right I pass it occasionally. York is the most haunted place in europe and is creepy at times even for someone like me who donesn;t believe in ghosts.

Theres no rule right? o.O Well heres a story:

In America there was a mass murder. Policemen went to investigate. Trying not to tread on the bodies, the police took pictures of each one. One policemen saw something on the opposite wall but he couldn't read it. He walks over to it and sees the numbers "7734" in calculator form, written in blood. When taking pictures of this he turned his camera upside-down and told an approaching police officer. When he pointed with the hand that the camera was in, he accidentally took a picture of the upside-down numbers. The policeman was about to delete the picture when he realized something. The numbers were now a word. The word was "HELL."

For Brooke's story, it seems to be an urban legend, and it is posted all over the internet, which means there seem to be on original source.
This does not mean it is okay to just post it like that, as the wording is the same all the places I have found it, and it therefore must be c/p'd.
The best page I could find was Halloween Website which has a bunch of other urban legends.

I will remind you to put the link to the story for verification.

I wrote this story... not sure if it is really scary.. all depends on who you are! lol


The attacked of the killer snowmen
A real account of someone who witnessed the event on tape
Published by Royadin
Written by a Reed Yomerman

12-01-24.
When I came home from school today, Mother was finishing up a dinner of roast beef and mashed potatoes. I decided to come up here to record the days happenings. Something very interesting happened at school today. A new kid was playing in the snow very intently at recess. We all were playing though not in the extreme like him. We went inside when the bell rang and sat down. Nothing was wrong at first, but about halfway in to the class we heard a thump from outside. When I turned to look outside, to see what had happened, I happen to notice a seat beside me that was empty. The kid I had seen playing in the snow at recess was not in his seat. I pointed this out to the teacher and mentioned how he would let no one bug him while he played. The teacher said that he must not have heard the bell. She rang it again. We waited for what seemed like hours. Then, we all got up to go outside. We noticed nothing unusual except for the cold silence that surrounded us. Shovels, sleds, snowball piles, snow forts, and snowmen were littered across the play ground as would be expected. We turned to go inside with the teacher to called the parents of the child. Before I went inside, I noticed one solo snowman, standing exacting where the boy had been playing. Mind my words, he was not making a snowman when I last saw him. I think I will talk to mother about this.

12-02-24
Dear Diary,
I told mother about the thing that happened in school yesterday. She laughed and said that the boy was probably sick and went home. I don't think so. I went to school today again. It was a bright, sunny morning, and the snow was melting rapidly. I walked into the school house, and sat down in my chair. The teacher said the the boy of yesterdays events was not found. A search was going on. The teacher supposed the boy had run away and other students gave there suggestions. He flew away! He got kidnapped! He got lost on his way back to the school house! My friend Bert, said something that made my spine shiver with fright. He thought he was abducted by the aliens. The bell rang, it was such a nice day everyone ran outside to play. Almost all the snow was going and anything the people make was melting. One event in the play yard made my heart stop. The solo snowman, was not melting at all. All the kids continued there play and I went back inside and encouraged the other kids too. Besides, I said, if there is a kidnapper out, we should stay safe inside. Some of the Boys and girls came inside, but most stayed out. I sat on my chair, drumming my fingers. Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum. Bum, Bum, Bum, Bum. I stopped. I heard the same noise I heard before. Thump. All was silence. Then there was a: Thump. Thump. The teacher looked up with a frightful look. She regained composure and rang the bell. Only seven of the ten children came back in and all of the children that came in had looks of dread on there face, like they had just seen the most awful things ever. Outside, there stood three snowmen. The teacher said that children may go home as she called the parents of the three missing children. The seven children of are class then suddenly shook as if from shock, and fell on the floor, dead. There faces were so pale, that it make your stomach chum just to look at them. The three girls left, screamed with the teacher. The two last boys turned their faces. I ran from the building and all the way home to mother to tell her of the events that happened. She turned a little pale, and said that everything would be alright. I called the police. They said that they had been getting a lot of these kind of phone calls. I just then understood, the the affect that was happening here, was happening everywhere else. Mother said she was going to a friends house over night, and said to go to bed a nine. I think I will go to bed now.

12-03-24
Dear Diary,
I had a really awful dream last night. Mom is gone and Dad is at work so I decided to go to school. I opened the door to the school house. It was abandoned. I ran home as fast as I could. For in the middle of the room, was six snow men, each had made a hole in the roof. They all had stared at me there claws seemed to reach out and say: Come joint us in the death of all your friends. I ran home. I saw moms car Oh good, moms home she can help me. I ran up to my room and put all my stuff away I looked from my window I saw tons of Snowmen, in yards. I stopped an stared. A white ball was falling from the sky! It came lower and lower. And then it landed with a Thump. Then I realized what was happening. Just as I turned my head away, I thought of mom. I looked at the car, there, looking up a me inside the drivers side, was a snowman I pulled a way from the window and remembered that there was a paper by the door. As I walked to the mail by the door, I thought of my mother. She did not even get out of her car before... I wiped my tears. Things were getting very confusing. I picked up a latter saying, The Yomerman family. I opened it, and this is what it said:
Dear Yomerman,
We regret to say that Mr. Yomerman died while he worked in his office. We will pay for funeral expenses and other things for the burial. I am sorry, to say this, but the body of Mr. Yomerman is not yet found, but a white snowman was found at the site...
I stopped reading. This was all I needed to know. Wait, I hear a sound of the thumping! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! Ten Thumps! Wait, I am going to move over to the window, and... Ahh! The snowmen, they are cracking, and... aliens! The Aliens are attacking! Tim was right! They opened the house door! All the snowmen in the neighborhood are wakening... I hear one walking up the stepped I need to hide! Ahh there it is it going to... AHHH...