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		<title>By: lucky</title>
		<link>http://horrorstories.anthonet.com/archives/short-horror-stories-part-4#comment-16502</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2014 04:12:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i love this stories very much some story is more intresting than other]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i love this stories very much some story is more intresting than other</p>
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		<title>By: love</title>
		<link>http://horrorstories.anthonet.com/archives/short-horror-stories-part-4#comment-16280</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[love]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 02:45:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[i love stories that talk real experiences.. especially when it about horrors,,]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i love stories that talk real experiences.. especially when it about horrors,,</p>
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		<title>By: Midget</title>
		<link>http://horrorstories.anthonet.com/archives/short-horror-stories-part-4#comment-16159</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Midget]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Apr 2013 01:06:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Not my story, I copied and pasted it ;-)

Once upon a time there was a guy who checked into a hotel for one night. the manager gave him his key (the old fashioned metal kind) and told him NOT to go into room 356.
the guy goes up to his room and is like okay whatever. but that night he can&#039;t sleep so he wanders around the hotel. he comes to room 356 and is like &quot;oh why did he tell me i can&#039;t go in?&quot; so he looks through the peephole and sees the most beautiful girl, dancing mysteriously and magically. She is so beautiful he stays there the whole night, just watching her. The guy is SO entranced, he decides to stay another night.

The next night, he goes to look through the peephole of room 356 again. but all he can see is red. just red. no girl, no room, nothing. but he stays there the entire night HOPING that the girl will come and dance again.

The next morning he checks out of the hotel and asks the manager why he couldn&#039;t go into room 356. The manager tells him that his daughter died in that room and has haunted it ever since. Spooked, the guy asks how he knows the ghost is his daughter.

How does the manager know it&#039;s his daughter&#039;s ghost?

Because she has one red eye.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Not my story, I copied and pasted it 😉</p>
<p>Once upon a time there was a guy who checked into a hotel for one night. the manager gave him his key (the old fashioned metal kind) and told him NOT to go into room 356.<br />
the guy goes up to his room and is like okay whatever. but that night he can&#8217;t sleep so he wanders around the hotel. he comes to room 356 and is like &#8220;oh why did he tell me i can&#8217;t go in?&#8221; so he looks through the peephole and sees the most beautiful girl, dancing mysteriously and magically. She is so beautiful he stays there the whole night, just watching her. The guy is SO entranced, he decides to stay another night.</p>
<p>The next night, he goes to look through the peephole of room 356 again. but all he can see is red. just red. no girl, no room, nothing. but he stays there the entire night HOPING that the girl will come and dance again.</p>
<p>The next morning he checks out of the hotel and asks the manager why he couldn&#8217;t go into room 356. The manager tells him that his daughter died in that room and has haunted it ever since. Spooked, the guy asks how he knows the ghost is his daughter.</p>
<p>How does the manager know it&#8217;s his daughter&#8217;s ghost?</p>
<p>Because she has one red eye.</p>
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		<title>By: Laderrika Murphy</title>
		<link>http://horrorstories.anthonet.com/archives/short-horror-stories-part-4#comment-16122</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Laderrika Murphy]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2013 19:49:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One Night As Iwas Layn In My Bed iheard a noise from the kitchen and it was strange because my grandma was sleeping in the other room along with my brother.it was a clicking sound and was very annoying so igot up to see and when i stepped in the hallwat i saw a dark shadowy figure hitting the fridge with a spoon]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One Night As Iwas Layn In My Bed iheard a noise from the kitchen and it was strange because my grandma was sleeping in the other room along with my brother.it was a clicking sound and was very annoying so igot up to see and when i stepped in the hallwat i saw a dark shadowy figure hitting the fridge with a spoon</p>
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		<title>By: Surina Greengan</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Surina Greengan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 21:27:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I keep getting strange phone calls. My brother Ferance says there probably mindless pranks, but I think different. It started last month. I was in my room with my friend Daisy, when my mobile - my sisters old phone she gave me - started to ring. I picked it up and said &quot;Hullo.&quot; For a few seconds there was silence then the line went dead. I shrugged it off and forgot about it until just after dinner, me and my family were in the living room. My phone began to ring and I picked it up and said &quot;Hi.&quot; Again there was silence and then the person hung up. I told Ferance and Thalia, and they said it was just a prank. My sister was quite worried after if happened at least three times a day for the next two weeks. She told me that I should change my number, so I did. I still kept on getting the calls, but then Ferance had the idea of seeing the caller id. I never even look at who was ringing or what the number is, I just pick up. So the next time it rung from the person, it was a saved number to my phone. When Thalia saw the number, she paled and said &quot;It&#039;s not possible.&quot; I asked what she meant and she said that the caller, her friend David, had died months ago, a few weeks before Thalia gave me the phone.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I keep getting strange phone calls. My brother Ferance says there probably mindless pranks, but I think different. It started last month. I was in my room with my friend Daisy, when my mobile &#8211; my sisters old phone she gave me &#8211; started to ring. I picked it up and said &#8220;Hullo.&#8221; For a few seconds there was silence then the line went dead. I shrugged it off and forgot about it until just after dinner, me and my family were in the living room. My phone began to ring and I picked it up and said &#8220;Hi.&#8221; Again there was silence and then the person hung up. I told Ferance and Thalia, and they said it was just a prank. My sister was quite worried after if happened at least three times a day for the next two weeks. She told me that I should change my number, so I did. I still kept on getting the calls, but then Ferance had the idea of seeing the caller id. I never even look at who was ringing or what the number is, I just pick up. So the next time it rung from the person, it was a saved number to my phone. When Thalia saw the number, she paled and said &#8220;It&#8217;s not possible.&#8221; I asked what she meant and she said that the caller, her friend David, had died months ago, a few weeks before Thalia gave me the phone.</p>
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		<title>By: Hayley Smith</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Hayley Smith]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2013 21:05:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#039;m terrified of ghosts. One day, my father decided to quickly drive I town to pick up some groceries, so I was home alone with my younger sister Tami. Dad never left me home alone and I felt quite free, but a bit scared, so I just played on my iPod touch. I was playing Minecraft on it and I heard a groaning noise, but I just thought it was the zombies on it, So I continued to play. The groaning started to get very annoying so I put it on mute. Then I heard the noise again. I checked if it really was on mute but it wasn&#039;t. I sprinted to my room and shut my door, then locked it quickly. My heart was going super fast and I was breathing heavily. I had never been so scared in my life. Then I remembered Tami. I cursed myself got being an idiot and found my encyclopaedia, to use as a weapon. I crept out my door and ran to Tami&#039;s room. Ifoubc her sitting on the floor, chatting to someone. I asked who she was talking to, and she said the man from down the road, Harrison. I froze, because he was dead. He had died of a painful sickness a few months ago. To this day, I worry about my sister and hope that Harrison will leave her alone.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m terrified of ghosts. One day, my father decided to quickly drive I town to pick up some groceries, so I was home alone with my younger sister Tami. Dad never left me home alone and I felt quite free, but a bit scared, so I just played on my iPod touch. I was playing Minecraft on it and I heard a groaning noise, but I just thought it was the zombies on it, So I continued to play. The groaning started to get very annoying so I put it on mute. Then I heard the noise again. I checked if it really was on mute but it wasn&#8217;t. I sprinted to my room and shut my door, then locked it quickly. My heart was going super fast and I was breathing heavily. I had never been so scared in my life. Then I remembered Tami. I cursed myself got being an idiot and found my encyclopaedia, to use as a weapon. I crept out my door and ran to Tami&#8217;s room. Ifoubc her sitting on the floor, chatting to someone. I asked who she was talking to, and she said the man from down the road, Harrison. I froze, because he was dead. He had died of a painful sickness a few months ago. To this day, I worry about my sister and hope that Harrison will leave her alone.</p>
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		<title>By: ebrin</title>
		<link>http://horrorstories.anthonet.com/archives/short-horror-stories-part-4#comment-15668</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[ebrin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2012 10:07:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[This is my story,
I love my laptop, it have average graphics and processor.
I do almost anything on it, play high rig games, internet, do my work, arranging music, watch movies, etc.
One day, i just want to watch horror movie, so i download from youtube &quot;Ju-On&quot; the American version. Yeah, its not scary but.. i have a choked feeling from the begining of the movies. My back feels so heavy.. And what pissed me off..... my Games LAGS badly after that..... i want to cry
Im a sensitive person. I was born and live w/ paranormals stuff. My great2 grandfather was a high Shaman for independence war. So, exorcism, past vision, Jins Conversation is my &quot;stuff&quot; but i cant see Jins.
Lets call it fate, i have a guitar teacher that also a paranormal. But his eyes can &quot;see&quot;. He also communicate. He oftenly hired by horror movie director as a &quot;consultant&quot;, a medium for shooting location. so i ask him about Ju-On movie in my laptop.
I play the video just fast glance to him. He just say &quot;its best for you to delete the movie&quot;.. Then i just delete that movie without doubt. He offer me a coffe, and went inside to make one. NOt long after that, while im alone. I hear a Loud CRACK sound somewhere. When i was noticed, it was the glass table where i put my laptop. I break my teachers table :(
i just put my laptop about 20 minutes ago. Overheat?? no.. few weeks ago we have Play Street Fighter 4 and PES 2011 all night long w/ my other friends here. When my teacher come out, bring me a coffe. and he just say &quot;Oh, its out already&quot;... I apologize to my teacher about his table. This Ju-On director is using dirty &quot;trick&quot; to make horror movies. To make his movie more scary. My teacher explains many of Horror director is using this dirty &quot;trick&quot; to scare the audience.
After a few days, my games run like before, without lag.. good for me :D]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is my story,<br />
I love my laptop, it have average graphics and processor.<br />
I do almost anything on it, play high rig games, internet, do my work, arranging music, watch movies, etc.<br />
One day, i just want to watch horror movie, so i download from youtube &#8220;Ju-On&#8221; the American version. Yeah, its not scary but.. i have a choked feeling from the begining of the movies. My back feels so heavy.. And what pissed me off&#8230;.. my Games LAGS badly after that&#8230;.. i want to cry<br />
Im a sensitive person. I was born and live w/ paranormals stuff. My great2 grandfather was a high Shaman for independence war. So, exorcism, past vision, Jins Conversation is my &#8220;stuff&#8221; but i cant see Jins.<br />
Lets call it fate, i have a guitar teacher that also a paranormal. But his eyes can &#8220;see&#8221;. He also communicate. He oftenly hired by horror movie director as a &#8220;consultant&#8221;, a medium for shooting location. so i ask him about Ju-On movie in my laptop.<br />
I play the video just fast glance to him. He just say &#8220;its best for you to delete the movie&#8221;.. Then i just delete that movie without doubt. He offer me a coffe, and went inside to make one. NOt long after that, while im alone. I hear a Loud CRACK sound somewhere. When i was noticed, it was the glass table where i put my laptop. I break my teachers table <img src="http://horrorstories.anthonet.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/frownie.png" alt=":(" class="wp-smiley" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" /><br />
i just put my laptop about 20 minutes ago. Overheat?? no.. few weeks ago we have Play Street Fighter 4 and PES 2011 all night long w/ my other friends here. When my teacher come out, bring me a coffe. and he just say &#8220;Oh, its out already&#8221;&#8230; I apologize to my teacher about his table. This Ju-On director is using dirty &#8220;trick&#8221; to make horror movies. To make his movie more scary. My teacher explains many of Horror director is using this dirty &#8220;trick&#8221; to scare the audience.<br />
After a few days, my games run like before, without lag.. good for me 😀</p>
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		<title>By: ebrin</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[ebrin]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2012 09:17:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[oKay, this is my story..]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>oKay, this is my story..</p>
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		<title>By: Cookie</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Cookie]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 27 Jun 2012 23:05:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One day I went in te living room and u had a feeling that someone was starring at me I was scared so I read ur stories lol jk I bored do more stories]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>One day I went in te living room and u had a feeling that someone was starring at me I was scared so I read ur stories lol jk I bored do more stories</p>
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		<title>By: shubh</title>
		<link>http://horrorstories.anthonet.com/archives/short-horror-stories-part-4#comment-15232</link>
		<dc:creator><![CDATA[shubh]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 15 Jun 2012 12:38:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[in my house also there is a hazy shadow ghost that my mother has seen many times and we are going to left this because its haunted]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>in my house also there is a hazy shadow ghost that my mother has seen many times and we are going to left this because its haunted</p>
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