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Short Scary Stories

David Hussey

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Rutzaba said:
My great-grandmother lived alone up in the mountains at her cabin. Her husband had died, so she was there all alone. She only had one companion, and that was her loving dog. T hey both loved each other very much and the dog loved her and comforted her. Every night when she went to bed, the dog would lick her hand to let her know that he was there to protect her.

One night, she had gone to bed and the dog had licked her hand like he had done routinely every night since her husband died. But this night was different. She had woken up in the middle of the night because she heard her dog whimpering. She wanted to comfort him and let her know she was there for him, so she stuck her hand out by the bed and she felt the dog gently lick her hand like always. She figured he was just cold so she went back to sleep.

The dog's whimpering had woken her up a second time in the night so she stuck her hand out, the dog licked it and she went back to sleep. This happened a third time, and she stuck her hand out and the dog stopped whimpering and came and licked her hand. She stayed awake a few moments afterward and the dog had stopped whimpering. She went back to sleep again.

In the morning, she woke up and stuck her hand out by the bed, but nothing licked her hand. She thought that the dog had already awaken and was just in the front room. She rolled over and got out of bed and heard a drip......drip.....drip.....drip, so she walked into the kitchen and turned the handles on the sink faucet, but it wasn't dripping.

She continued into her bathroom to take a shower. As she walked in, the drips got louder! She turned and looked above the bathtub and SCREAMED! There, hanging from the light by his tail, was her loving companion, with his blood dripping into the bathtub. She screamed and began to cry. Wiping her eyes and sobbing, she turned around and looked at the mirror. In the mirror she saw the dog hanging and written on the mirror with a finger, in her dog's blood with drips and streaks hanging down from each letter, were the words... HUMAN'S CAN LICK TOO!
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yuck!
 
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Rutzaba said:
My great-grandmother lived alone up in the mountains at her cabin. Her husband had died, so she was there all alone. She only had one companion, and that was her loving dog. T hey both loved each other very much and the dog loved her and comforted her. Every night when she went to bed, the dog would lick her hand to let her know that he was there to protect her.

One night, she had gone to bed and the dog had licked her hand like he had done routinely every night since her husband died. But this night was different. She had woken up in the middle of the night because she heard her dog whimpering. She wanted to comfort him and let her know she was there for him, so she stuck her hand out by the bed and she felt the dog gently lick her hand like always. She figured he was just cold so she went back to sleep.

The dog's whimpering had woken her up a second time in the night so she stuck her hand out, the dog licked it and she went back to sleep. This happened a third time, and she stuck her hand out and the dog stopped whimpering and came and licked her hand. She stayed awake a few moments afterward and the dog had stopped whimpering. She went back to sleep again.

In the morning, she woke up and stuck her hand out by the bed, but nothing licked her hand. She thought that the dog had already awaken and was just in the front room. She rolled over and got out of bed and heard a drip......drip.....drip.....drip, so she walked into the kitchen and turned the handles on the sink faucet, but it wasn't dripping.

She continued into her bathroom to take a shower. As she walked in, the drips got louder! She turned and looked above the bathtub and SCREAMED! There, hanging from the light by his tail, was her loving companion, with his blood dripping into the bathtub. She screamed and began to cry. Wiping her eyes and sobbing, she turned around and looked at the mirror. In the mirror she saw the dog hanging and written on the mirror with a finger, in her dog's blood with drips and streaks hanging down from each letter, were the words... HUMAN'S CAN LICK TOO!
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and grandma was like :p

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Nice moral of the story: HUMAN'S CAN LICK TOO!
 
Rutzaba

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So this is one story i was personally involved in.
I was famous for not getting scared so easily i mean not on these small stories ofc after having seen a movie the thoughts do linger but apart from that it takes a real good and really frightening story to get me scared.
So after a week of having started writing horror stories (i wrote daily for one week and dint give it a second thot)
so there i was sitting with my khaala and i asked her to relate to me sum ideas on which i can write horror stories...
So she told me a common place story (not so scary)
but i found myself screaming at the end of it... i was not only ashamed but also surprised as i dint feel; at all scared.
Then ii told my brother and he said i was acting -_-
then i actually wanted to write this story but kept getting really really scared.
so the room in wch ive been sleeping for the past ten years all alone i got its door to open ( a first) while i slept and left my lights on too (another first).
Then i wanted to write that story and that too at the night (old habits) but i got really scared so i opened Surat baqarah on my tablet and then wrote the story (too stubborn i am)
after i have successfully written it but at night i cudnt sleep and kept thinking theres sumone standing beside me a woman in white clothes and long white hair with her hands and feet twitching at odd angles.
So i kept The quran on and only then cud i sleep.
next night at 1 i was about to type it when i saw behind me that my dad was watching a movie in the drawing room, i was in the corridor with my pc him with his lappy. suddenly i felt sumthing brush pass me i looked towards my left there was no one then i looked at my ryt and saw that my dad wasn't there. My pc turned off on its own accord and the draft wasn't saved...
I decided the story wasnt meant to be written. i took the pages i had written it on and cut it with my pen and placed in on my writing desk.

After some days When my blog was doing badly and i was suffering from the writers block i decided to type that stry ( stubborn me) and i cudnt find it any where! I literally threw all the stuff on the ground but those pages werent there.. so i gave up finally :p
 
David Hussey

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Rutzaba said:
So this is one story i was personally involved in.
I was famous for not getting scared so easily i mean not on these small stories ofc after having seen a movie the thoughts do linger but apart from that it takes a real good and really frightening story to get me scared.
So after a week of having started writing horror stories (i wrote daily for one week and dint give it a second thot)
so there i was sitting with my khaala and i asked her to relate to me sum ideas on which i can write horror stories...
So she told me a common place story (not so scary)
but i found myself screaming at the end of it... i was not only ashamed but also surprised as i dint feel; at all scared.
Then ii told my brother and he said i was acting -_-
then i actually wanted to write this story but kept getting really really scared.
so the room in wch ive been sleeping for the past ten years all alone i got its door to open ( a first) while i slept and left my lights on too (another first).
Then i wanted to write that story and that too at the night (old habits) but i got really scared so i opened Surat baqarah on my tablet and then wrote the story (too stubborn i am)
after i have successfully written it but at night i cudnt sleep and kept thinking theres sumone standing beside me a woman in white clothes and long white hair with her hands and feet twitching at odd angles.
So i kept The quran on and only then cud i sleep.
next night at 1 i was about to type it when i saw behind me that my dad was watching a movie in the drawing room, i was in the corridor with my pc him with his lappy. suddenly i felt sumthing brush pass me i looked towards my left there was no one then i looked at my ryt and saw that my dad wasn't there. My pc turned off on its own accord and the draft wasn't saved...
I decided the story wasnt meant to be written. i took the pages i had written it on and cut it with my pen and placed in on my writing desk.

After some days When my blog was doing badly and i was suffering from the writers block i decided to type that stry ( stubborn me) and i cudnt find it any where! I literally threw all the stuff on the ground but those pages werent there.. so i gave up finally :p
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just tell it -_-
 
Rutzaba

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Frst tell me wat sty line shud adopt if i am to wriite a stry abt once upon a time wen i had to lie?
 
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