Tell Horror Storys in the big thread (Merged By staff)

[funspotz]

This happened about a month or two ago near Lonavala, and even though it
sounds like something out of the X Files or from Alfred Hitchcock Presents...

it's real ! This guy drives from Mumbai to Pune and decides not to take the new
expressway as he wants to see the scenery. The inevitable happens and when he reaches the
ghats his car breaks down - he's stranded miles from nowhere.

Having no choice he starts walking on the side of the road, hoping to get a lift to the nearest human habitation. It's dark and raining and pretty soon he's wet and shivering. The night rolls on and no car goes by, the monsoon rains are so strong he can hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly he sees a car coming towards him.

It slows and then stops next to him - without thinking the guy opens the car's door and jumps in. Seated in the back, he leans forward to thank the person who had saved him when he realizes there is nobody behind the wheel!!!

Even though there's no one in the front seat and no sound of any engine,the car starts moving slowly. The guy looks at the road ahead and sees a curve coming the hills and there is a steep, steep drop beyond the curve). Scared almost to death he starts to pray, begging the Lord for his life.

He hasn't come out of shock, when just before he hits the curve, a hand appears through the window and moves the wheel! The car makes the curve safely and continues on the road to the next bend. The guy, now paralyzed in terror, watches how the hand appears every time they are before a curve and moves the steering wheel just enough to get the car around each bend. Finally, the guy sees lights ahead.

Gathering his courage he wrenches ! open the door of then silent, slowly moving car, scrambles out and runs as hard as he can towards the lights. It's a small town. Wet and in shock goes to a roadside dhaba, which is open, and asks for a drink. They find some hooch and give him a shot. And he starts telling whoever is in the dhaba about the horrible experience he's just been through.

A silence envelops everybody when they realize the guy isn't drunk,and is really frightened - he's crying and shaking. So they give him more hooch and talk about what they should do, whether to call the police or find a priest, or what. But just then two guys (santa & banta) walk into the dhaba. And one says to the other "Look, Banta - that's the jerk that got in the car when we were pushing it."
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[NucleA]

Here another one for you guise!

This woodman was in a forest when he noticed, it was dark. so, he decided to go home but got lost. He found this old motel that looked like it hadn't been used in a while, but went inside anyways.

He called out, to see if anyone was there, but no one answered. He was really tired so he decided to go to sleep and explain to the manager in the morning.

He noticed a room, with the door open and could clearly see a bed, all the way down the other side of the hall. So, he walked towards it when he noticed all the portraits on the walls, staring at him, following him. Thinking it was just him, he kept walking. When he got in the room he went to sleep instantly. When he woke up, he went to go back to the entrance of the motel to explain, as he had planned. But he saw something that made his blood freeze in his veins. There were never any portraits. Just windows.

Have a niice day!

 

[MirandaWright's]

Urban Legends and Horror Stories

Everyone loves a good horror story or urban legend on a stormy, cold night. And there are many scary stories available to the avid horror buff. Urban legends are stories that are based on supposedly true myths. And before your next outing to a local bonfire at night with friends, keep some of these horror stories and urban legends in mind.

1. The Hook - Two teenagers drove a car to Lover's Lane one hot summers night and after a passionate make-out session, the couple listened to some music on the radio. An urgent bulletin came on air and warned of an escaped psychopathic murderer not far from Lover's Lane that had a hook for a hand. The girl became frightened and asked to leave, but not before the boy gave up a fight. He finally jerked the car into motion and drove home where they both got out of the car. The girl began screaming because there, on the passenger side door, was a bloody hook.

2. Humans Can Lick Too - A young girl who's parents went on vacation, was staying in her house one cold, rainy night with her trusty puppy dog. She went to bed that night and watched as her dog crawled underneath the bed, which was something he always did. The girl began hearing weird noises coming from upstairs soon after she fell asleep, so she put her hand under the bed and was reassured when her dog began licking her hand.
Soon after, she was awakened again by weird noises and was again reassured by her dog's licking. As the night progressed, the noises became constant and she went to check them out which led her to the discovery of her dog's dead body hanging from the ceiling; inside-out. The girl ran back to her bedroom and found her mirror smeared with a bloody message, which said, "Humans Can Lick Too".

3. The Body in the Bed - A newlywed couple was in Las Vegas for their honeymoon, and upon arrival to their hotel room, they both detected a horrible odor. Neither of them knew where it was coming from so they tried to ignore it. As the night progressed, they continued to smell something dreadful that they couldn't pinpoint. Because every other hotel room was filled, it was impossible for them to leave.
The couple finally realized that the smell was coming from the bed. And after stripping all of the sheets and blankets, trying to find the odor, the husband tore the mattress off the box spring. And lodged inside the box spring was the dead body of a woman.

4. The Well-Dressed Stranger - A woman who was on her way to pick up her daughter from college, stopped at a gas station on the way there. While the gas attendant was pumping her gas, a nicely dressed man carrying a suitcase came over and explained to the woman that his rental car had died and was in need of a ride. She agreed and he put his briefcase in the backseat, stating that he was going to make a final trip to the mens room.
The woman, after looking at her watch, realized that she had no time to spare and took off before the man could get back into the car. When she got to her daughter's college, she noticed the man's briefcase in the backseat. And upon opening it, she discovered a knife and some duct tape.

 

[MirandaWright's]

True Horror Stories

Many of the most frightening stories told in books and movies are based on true horror stories. One such film everyone is sure to recognize is Alfred Hitchcock's classic horror film, Psycho (1960). Psycho was actually based on the true story of Ed Gein, a Wisconsin man arrested in 1957 for the murders of two women.
Though Ed Gein does not meet the textbook definition of a serial killer. his true story is nothing short of horrific. He was found guilty of the murder of Bernice Worden, owner of a hardware store in Gein's home town of Plainsfield. Expenses kept officials from bringing him to trial for the murder of Mary Hogan, another Plainsfield woman.
Speculators also believe that Ed Gein's first victim may have been his own flesh and blood, brother Henry Gein. Though Henry's death was ruled an accident and charges were never brought against Ed Gein, the circumstances surrounding his death were suspicious. Had Henry's death been confirmed as a kill for Ed Gein, he would have met the minimum three murders for classification as a serial killer.
The true horror of Ed Gein's story lies not in his body count, but in what investigators found when he was arrested. Not only had Gein murdered Worden and Hogan, he dismembered their bodies and the bodies of corpses he exhumed from the graveyard and kept gruesome souvenirs on display in his home. His targets were women who reminded him of his dead mother.
Investigators found the heads of Hogan and Worden stored in bags in Gein's home, the skulls of other women fashioned into bowls and decorating the posts on his bed. Lips dangled from pull chains on shades. Organs were stored in his refrigerator. He'd even fashioned himself a skin suit from the tanned hides of women because he wanted to be a woman himself.
Ed Gein's true horror story has been the inspiration for many films and books, with Hitchcock's Psycho (1960) following his life story most closely. Other films that have been inspired by Ed Gein acts include The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974), The Silence of the Lambs (1991), and Deranged (1974). Though many may prefer to believe that these terrifying films were born in the minds of Hollywood writers and directors, the stunning truth is that these and many more have been inspired by true horror stories like Ed Gein's.
Other famous films that have been inspired by true horror stories include The Hills Have Eyes (1977), Jaws (1975), and The Amityville Horror (1979). Bolt all the doors, turn on the lights and stay out of the water! It's true! The films that give us chills and make the tiny hairs on the nape of our neck stand on end are often based on true horror stories.

 

[MirandaWright's]

Horror Stories Based on True Events

There are many horror film fans: the screamers, the jokers, and the obnoxious popcorn crunchers. But after the film ends and the lights go out, and there are no hands nearby to hold, there is only sort of person, the one who tentatively wonders, “Could it happen to me?â€
The following sinister stories say, “Believe it.â€
Forty-One Years

The Zodiac killer is an elusive enigma masked in morbid mystery. Known to operate in 1968 and 1969, the Zodiac killer is guilty of seven confirmed murders; the perpetrator claimed thirty-seven. Fascinated with dark and fanciful facades, the Zodiac killer often played mind games with his victims and law enforcement.
On August 1, 1969, the Vallejo Police Department received three nearly identical letters, each with a cryptogram that the Zodiac killer demanded be published in the Vallejo Chronicle. More letters followed with other cryptograms and the Zodiac’s signature, an exaggerated cross imposed on a circle, drawn in blood. Several cryptograms remain unsolved, as does the identity of the Zodiac killer.
The Zodiac killer has inspired many movies, including the 1972 film, “The Zodiac Killer,†and recent productions by Lions Gate and ThinkFILM. Films such as “Dirty Harry†and “The Exorcist III†also draw on the Zodiac story.
Real Paranormal Activity

Films such as “The Amityville Horror,†“Paranormal Activity,†and “The Entity†are based on legends about demonic spirits in homes, while blockbuster hits such as “The Exorcist,†“The Exorcism of Emily Rose†and “The Haunting in Connecticut†are based on the story of demon-possessed Robbie.
After experimenting with an Ouija Board, 13-year Robbie started to experience strange phenomena. Furniture randomly moved and odd sounds creaked. After Robbie’s aunt died, the phenomena intensified. Robbie’s mother recruited a priest to exorcise an alleged demon. The priest tried to draw out the spirit, but Robbie alternatively went into an unresponsive trance or a violent fit.
As the ordeal continued, the spirits inside Robbie began to communicate by scratching sadistic messages into Robbie’s skin. On Easter Sunday, Robbie dreamed of a great battle between the Archangel Michael and a horde of demons. He woke up normal and unable to remember a thing.
Home Decor

Ed Gein is a hall-of-famer in the realms of horror. Classic horror films such as Hitchcock’s “Pyscho,†along with the “Silence of the Lambs,†“Deranged,†and “Texas Chainsaw Massacre†draw from Gein’s gruesome example.
Gein was a psychopathic murderer and corpse snatcher who disembodied his victims and crafted personal trophies from their bones and skin. He stole corpses from cemeteries and used them for decoration about his house, such as bowls made from human heads, human skin for chair coverings and organs stored in a refrigerator. After police found his stash in 1957, Gein related his incidents and explained his desire to become female, and thus his creation of a “woman suit†from the cadavers of middle-aged women resembling his mother. Found guilty of murder, Gein was sentenced for life in an institution for the insane.

Yes, it could happen to you.

 

[MirandaWright's]

all story's merged who cares if there copy pasted
there in the spirit of today post your story's as well
must post a story or don't Reply

 

[funspotz]

thanks peanut

 

[funspotz]

Crickets stirred the night air with their songs as I sat on the porch and listened to them argue -- again.
"We can't afford for you to keep spending like this."

"It's one night with my friends! You're trying to put the blame for our financial ruin on me?"

I sighed and put my face in my hands. I hated hearing my parents fight, and tonight was the last time I planned to sit around and listen. Kicking at every rock in my path, I speed-walked down the driveway and into the neighborhood. I was able to relax a little once I left my house behind, but depression sank in. Home wasn't safe and secure anymore. I had to hide from my parents' wrath, though they never directed it at me, and money was making our household crumble.

Suddenly, I pulled my mind back into the present, my skin starting to crawl. The world around me was silent; even the cricket song was gone. I started walking faster. My ears caught the gentle clink of footsteps. Whirling around, I scanned the darkness, but there was nothing there, not even a stray cat.

"It's nothing," I whispered into the silence. "It's just my imagination."

I turned around and nearly screamed. A boy stood in front of me, his hand extended. There was a funny expression on his face -- not a smile, not a frown, just a knowing sadness.

"I'm Jason Paige," he said.

I managed to blurt out my name, then, "How did you -- "

"Can we walk?" He gestured towards the road.

Too stunned to do anything else, I nodded agreement and we strolled deeper into the neighborhood. As we talked, I lost my fear and enjoyed conversing with him. Hours passed; we walked into the next neighborhood, and I barely noticed.

Until my watch lit up with the time: 2 a.m. "Shoot! It's so late. I have to head home, Jason."

"I'll walk you back," he said.

We were quiet on the way back, until we reached the end of my driveway. He stopped, looked me deep in the eyes, and whispered, "Never wander the streets alone at night."

I blinked at him, confused, but he was already walking away. I gasped.

The back of his shirt was covered with still-dripping blood. He was leaving a morbid Hansel-and-Gretel trail of red drops behind him. I opened my mouth to call him back, but my mother's voice interrupted me.

"Get inside, young lady! Where have you been? What have you been doing?"

I had no explanation, and slunk up the stairs to bed, where it took me an hour to fall asleep.

The next morning, I joined my parents for breakfast, scraping my chair loudly against the floor to face a bowl of soggy cereal. My father shook his newspaper, frowning.

"Do you know some guy named Jason? He was about your age. Lived around here."

My spoon froze halfway to my mouth, and a cold shiver sped up my spine.

"He was murdered last night," my father continued. His frown deepened. "Some bullies along the YM street. About ten thirty, it says here."

It was him. It was Jason. The blood, the whispered warning, the sadness in his eyes... I had met the murdered boy just hours after his death. I quickly faced my cereal to hide my tears.