Comments on: Short Horror Stories – Part 3

By: Emily Hulsey

Emily Hulsey — Tue, 29 Sep 2015 03:16:51 +0000

Today I was playing with my friend (Sisily) and her 2 dogs ( buds and isle) where digging at something by a tree and we got scared because they now better than to dig by trees or dig up an animal so we can see and hear ghosts. My mom past away in 2013 and if I’m in danger , my mom tells me safe things to do. Today she was telling me to not leave the dogs and to see what they where digging at. We never found out but where going to see tommaro.

By: Abigail Ignes

Abigail Ignes — Sat, 21 Sep 2013 12:44:54 +0000

The Doll – Submitted by Mhairie
Once there was a girl about seven years old. She lived with her parents in a small house which was in the middle of a deserted moor. They were somewhat poor, and got this house a few years ago for not much money. The girl’s name was Marisa, and she new every inch of the house.
One night, Marisa went to the kitchen, hugging her doll tightly, to find her parents talking very seriously. When the girl walked in, she noticed something through the window which was over the sink. Over the hill about five yards away, a man with craggy clothes and a pale face with black hair was staggering over towards the house. Marisa caught a few words in the conversation; ‘killer’ ’911′. As the parents noticed their daughter, the told her ‘Go to bed, honey. It’s nothing.’ So Marisa went to her room. But she couldn’t fall asleep. she knew that her family was in trouble, that that man wasn’t a good sign. Suddenly, a door outside her room slammed open. She heard a shriek and a loud thump. Footsteps were heading towards her room. She let out a scream, and ran over to close the door, and locked it. She went over to her closet. She had to hide. The family had a secret; in Marisa’s closet, there was a secret passage in a loose stone which led to the cellar, which would help them if they needed to hide. She heard a loud *bang bang* on the door. She pulled out the stone, and looked at her doll in the beady, deep blue eyes. She dropped her doll in first into the cellar. The door suddenly burst open. A man came in with a knife, dripping with blood. Marisa was about to get into the cellar, but before she could move, she was killed, and the stone fell back into the floor.

500 years later, another family moved in. They had a girl who was 12 years old, and she was very curious. One night, the girl, whose name was Nicole, couldn’t fall asleep. So she put her head under her covers, and closed her eyes tight. She thought it was her imagination, but she heard a faint, desperate cry… ‘help me… help me……..’ She opened her eyes. ‘help me…. help me…..’ It kept getting louder. She took the covers off. ‘help me…. help me!’ Now she knew it wasn’t her imagination. She got out of bed, and made out that it was coming from the closet. ‘help me! HELP ME!’ She walked over to the closet door, and flung it open. The noise seemed to ring in her ears like a fire alarm. A single stone in the floor was shaking violently. She picked it up, and as soon as she took it out of the floor, the voice stopped. A gust of wind came out of the hole in the floor. She looked into it, and gasped. There was a pair of eyes, blue as the sky, staring straight at her. She climbed down the ladder, and picked a doll up. Its eyes were beautiful, but it looked at least 500 years old, all dusty and the colors were faded. Suddenly a piercing scream came from the doll, and it rattled violently in her hands. She shrieked, ran upstairs, and told her parents. The family moved out almost immediately.

Today, the house in being used as a museum. It displays the doll. And, they say if you listen closely on that day Marisa died, you can hear it from the doll; ‘help me…. help me…………’

By: andy

andy — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 13:26:53 +0000

come on,anybody could write anything ,even u could make anyone fool through such stories .shouldn’t we see something more trusted.
LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL

By: Alexandria M.

Alexandria M. — Fri, 10 Jul 2009 07:50:44 +0000

Very scary although i think the scriest story was left by becky in the comments lol her friend finding the apples made me freak out and to answer Miranda

Do You believe in the paranormal?
yes

Do u think recording is freaky?
I don’t really get this question reording of wat???

By: Miranda

Miranda — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 18:56:31 +0000

That is kind of freaky! If any of YOU guys agree with me, then this is 2 of my poll fo u guys! Here it is:
Do You believe in the paranormal?
yes or No or I duno?

Do u think recording is freaky?
yes or no or I dunno?
Post comments plz! Thx ! MIRANDA OUT!

By: becky

becky — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 20:00:32 +0000

when i was 10 me and my classmates went on a school trip to a camping site in cornwall, where we were staying for 5 days. i shared a cabin with my best friend lydia, and my other friends gemma, lucy and kirsty. We ended up in, guess what; cabin 13. Me and my friends were outraged. We didn’t want to stay in the unlucky cabin, but there were other classes there as well and it was too late to change everyone around. So, we had to stay in number 13. That night when we were sleeping in our room I woke up suddenly. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard someone banging on the window and calling for me. I awoke Lydia (shes really easy to wake up) because I couldnt get myself to go to the window alone. As too not wake the others, me and Lydia tiptoed to the window and looked outside. No-one was there, and Lydia was a little angry at me for waking her up for nothing, so we went back into our beds. Lydia easily fell asleep in seconds, but all I could do was close my eyes and shiver. I was sure I wasn’t imaging. The way the banging and calling was sounded too real to be fake. I wondered if some silly kid was playing a trick on me. But we were only allowed out in till nine o’ clock, and it was 11 o’ clock at the time (i looked at my watch to make sure). Maybe a little child staying in one of the cabins had lost track of the time and was just joking around? But it was really dark outside. Surely a child at any age wasn’t brave enough to be outside in a strange field at 11 o’ clock at night? Just to make sure, I decided to stay by the window just in case the “child” came again. It was quite a while, and I was just about to go back to bed, before I heard footsteps outside. I peered outside the window, and saw a little girl standing outside the cabin. Her hair was short and brunette, straight at the top up curly at the bottom. She was wearing a little summer dress and small black shoes, with a woven basket in one hand. Inside the basket it was chock filled full of apples. As I watched her silently she reached into her basket and pulled out a apple. Then she threw the apple right at the window, a red apple with yellow patches. When the apple hit the window, it gave a violent bang. Then, to my fright, I heard the little girl say, “Rebecca…would you like a apple?” She rumaged around in her bag again, then pulled out another apple, covered in bumps, bruises and cuts. Then, to my disgust, she ate the apple. After she had finished, her body started to shake frightfully. It shook and shook and shook in till she stopped. As I looked at her, I realised her face had changed. Her hair was sticking all over the place, unlike the calm, perfect hairstyle it used to be. But her face was the scariet. Her calm, brown eyes had turned firey red and round, her mouth was streched into a wide grin, and her teeth were large and pointed. Her cheeks were bright red, almost the same color of blood, and she had grown bulged in her arms and claws on her finger tips. Then, she gave a evil laugh, turned round, and ran away on all fours. Shaking with fear, I saw her run out of the camping site and into the dark streets. I ran frantically to my bed, got in it, and immedietley fell asleep. Every night I had nightmares about the little girl. She would be fine at first, looking exactly how I had seen her look the first time. But then, she would eat the same apple every time, and turn into her other form. Then she’d pull back her head and laugh madly and demonically, then rush away as if in a hurry…on the last day when we were going home I was very relived. I didn’t want to stay another night in that cabin. When we were just about to leave on the bus, kirsty remembered she left something in the bedroom. When she returned, she said she left the basket of apples on my bed, if they were mine. what basket of apples? the teachers asked. The one that I found in the bathroom this morning kirsty replied…

By: Primarus

Primarus — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 21:50:59 +0000

Lets face it all of these stories are fake, There are to many questionable facts in them , and everyone likes a good ghost story .

By: pikle

pikle — Sat, 06 Jun 2009 18:25:00 +0000

shame i was hopin there was gona be real life expirences.
ohhh well…

By: Lizzie

Lizzie — Tue, 02 Jun 2009 15:44:54 +0000

I was 9 when this happened. My Mum and Dad had decided to send me to a only girls’ boarding school. I was very excited but frightened at the same time. I had never been to boarding school before, and I was worried about the other girls and how they would talk to me, but I was exteremly curious as well. When I arrived and my parents left, I couldn’t stop crying. I was surprised that lot’s of girls comforted me, and were very kind to me, and I eventually stopped my tearful crying session, and started talking to everyone properly. Before I knew it I had made friends with just about everyone, and all the girls in my dormi were all very friendly and welcoming, but I couldn’t stop myself rushing to the toilets and being sick at night. One night, though, when I had my usual homesick bug, I ran in the toilets and a girl was standing there. She had long, ginger hair that ran down to her waist, and she had ginger freckles covering her nose. Her eyes were bright blue with a hint of green, and she was quite tall. She was brushing her hair with a brown, wooden brush, but stopped when she saw me. I had never seen her in any of my classes so I wondered if she was older then me. “Hello,” I said, then rushed into one of the cubicles. After I had thrown up I cleaned my mouth with a piece of toilet paper, then came out. The girl wasn’t brushing her hair anymore, and she was staring into me. Eventually to break the silence, I said “how long have you been here?”
“7 years,” the girl repiled. I was surprised she had been here for so long. “I love your hair,” I said, “I like how its so long.” “Thanks,” The girl answered, with a smile on her face. “What’s your name?” I asked her. “Jennifer,” she said. “Hi, Jennifer. I’ve not seen you before. Why-” “I like spending time on my own,” Jennifer interupted. “Oh…” I said. “Well I better get back to my dormi, which one are you in?” I asked, but Jennifer didn’t reply. She just walked out of the toilets. I followed her outside, but I couldn’t see her anywhere. So I just went back to my dormi and went into bed. The next day I asked my friend, Lilly, if she had heard of anyone in the school called Jennifer. “No,” Lilly replied with a frown on her face. “I mean, theres a girl called Jennifer in my gymnastic and swimming class, but she has blonde hair, not ginger, and she certinetly doesn’t have freckles.” Seeing the look of surprise on my face, Lilly went to ask the owner of the school, Ms Young, if there was anyone in the school called Jennifer with ginger hair, and when she came back, I saw the look of fright on her face. “There was a Jennifer with ginger hair before in this school, but she had arrived when the school had just been built, and that was 20 years ago. She had gone to the toilets one night and had mysteriously dissapeared. The teachers had never found her, but had claimed when they had walked inside a brown, wooden brush was lying on the floor…”
I have never been inside those toilets again alone.

By: Amber

Amber — Wed, 27 May 2009 09:53:53 +0000

I had just turned 7 when this happened. Me and my Mum decided to move to Spain, because of the brilliant sunshine and good tourist destinations. I was really excited and couldn’t wait too see my new home. When we arrived Mum chose a house with woods going all around it, in a sort of barrier. Mum loved it, but I wasn’t so sure. I was especially suspicious about those woods, and how their frightening shadow’s casted over the house, making it look spooky and unwanted. But before I knew it Mum bought the house, and we started unpacking. Eventually I got bored, and started mucking around deliberately, and Mum crossly sent me outside with the creepy woods. Terrified, I gulped and slowly creeped outside. The shadow’s seemed more demonic then ever at 6:00, and the trees seemed more sad. Feeling as if I was trapped in a pit of evil, I hunched down low on the floor, my heart beating. Then, I suddenly heard crying. I looked up, and there was a little girl standing only a few feet away from me. Her face was covered in scabs, and so were her arms and legs. her dress was ripped. She floated towards me, her arms outstretched, then vanished mysteriously. Totally frightened, I ran back inside. When it was nighttime all I could think of was the little ghost. Then, I heard the crying again, and I looked at my window. The little girl was standing right outside my window, her eyes fixed on me. Scared out of my skin, I realised all her scabs were bleeding. She tapped on my window, and suddenly dissapeared. I was so frightened that I hid under the covers. I never heard that crying again, but it still scares me whenever I think about it