Does anyone have some good scary doll stories?
This is a personal experience I had as a kid. We were living in a two bedroom apartment in Honolulu. I shared a king sized bed with my two brothers. I was 4, my brothers were 7 and 6. I used to have this life-size girl doll. She wore clothes like the girls from Little House on the Prairie. I was bored playing with her. So, mom decided to put her to storage on the top shelf of our closet. One morning, my eldest brother complained that the doll stared at him all night. And it spooked him out. All 3 of us eventually... so we decided the doll needed a beating coz it was evil. It's eye was even ripped off... After that we put it in a box and stored the box way..waaaay...in the back of the closet. Now... 23 years later... And back in my own country... The doll turns up again! Mom said, when we moved back and forth in the 80s and 90s, she felt it was a waste to throw the doll away... I was keen on throwing it into the trash immediately, but our maid wanted it for her daughter back home....She replaced the eye with a black button. Now, she looks even more creepy... Eeeeekk! another story is about a snowman. 1982, winter. The first time the whole family experienced winter together. You see dad, got this scholarship to study at UMASS. We lived on the ground floor of a 2 story apartment building, with a sliding door to the backyard. It was the the outskirts of Massacheussettes so it was a quite student neighborhood. During the daytime, me, my brothers and dad made a snowman in the backyard. With a carrot nose, shawl, hat, and all the works... We were happy with him... But not the next morning though... That night, mom was watching TV alone in the family room, which was adjacent to dad's study. To her left ware the sliding doors and it was coverred by the drawn curtains. It was 10 pm or so, and suddenly the curtains openned by itself, just like that. And the snowman was only a foot away from the door...peering in at my mom. My mom immediately yelled for my dad...
WHat are some good scary stories to tell in the dark!?
i think you should tell the story about black aggie it is okay...... i kind off do recommendd it but ikind offdon'tt cuz i LOVE scarystoriess but thiswasn'tt that scary (so if you don't want a scary story that snot to scary than i recommendd it!!!!) i hope you like mi advice!!!!!!!! google black aggie
What makes a scary story scary?
The fear of what could happen and riding on the edge of the probability that it will happen and the ability to keep one in suspense and eager to find out what will happen next, a page turner.
Scary Stories for 5-Day Yosemite Trip!!!?
Well my 8th grade class is going on a trip to Yosemite for 5 days, Monday. In my tent-cabin are 3 more girls, my closest friends. I am known as the "entertainer". So I obviously must bring some scary stories. What are some good scary stories to tell in the tent late at night, right before we sleep?? Links Please!
What are some tips to type a scary story?
Close your eyes and imagine you are sitting next to a campfire. It’s dark, you’re in the woods and your buddy across the fire from you is telling you a story that he swears is true, about how campers go missing in these woods. Folks say they were taken by Hook Handed Howard, an escaped mental patient with a baling hook for a hand…Right then, you hear a noise out there in the darkness…Is it Hook Handed Howard?That is what makes a story scary, not knowing for sure.The best horror doesn’t show you the monster, it shows you the possibility of the monster. You’re mind fills in the gaps and you scare yourself. In what ever setting, have things suggested rather than blatant.The scraping soundThe strange smellThese are things that are unknown - the reader doesn’t see what caused it. It’s open to imagination - the suggestion is where the scares come from.The cryptic warning from the gas station attendant warning you to never ever ever stop on the Old Coast Road after dark…Honestly if you create the right sense of potential horror - your readers will never stop on a turnpike ever again. Hell, they might even never drive, because every time they do they will remember your story where the gas station attendant gave the warning.Here’s an example. Captain Hazard and The Kalahoe Dam is a story I wrote about a kid who is excited to be moving to a new town because his town is being flooded by a new hydroelectric dam. Of course his best friend’s family say they are refusing to leave.On the day our hero’s family leaves - the town is already deserted. The kid runs over to his friend’s house to say goodbye - and the storm cellar door closes as he approaches.The kid freaks out and runs home, jumps in the car and leaves town with his folks.We never know if the friend’s family were hiding in their storm cellar - but that suggestion creates a sense of dread that I still get emails about. People are haunted by the image of that door closing. They imagine the rest that was implied. I didn’t need to make it clearer.