Heres a scary story...

I man wakes, he realizes right away that somethings not right, he feels diffrent… The man props up, and he hit his head, he realizes he is in a small box, or coffen. He starts to panic, and scream. He thinks he may be dreaming, so he screams…“Wake up”, “Wake up”, its nothing, but darkness. He begins to get very scared, and was becoming closterphobic.
He continued screaming, sudnley he sees a flash of light, lie a camra flash. He slowly started to calm down, he felt as if he couldnt controll the peace that came over him, but his mood quickley changed, as he felt a presance near him. He could feel someone watching, and the man begins panic again, the feeling was so strong, he couldnt talk, he just mubaled in a state of shock…“Help me”. The presance gets closer, and closer…“Help me”. He felt as if hands were reaching to grab him.

The man was so scared he began to get sick to his stomack, it was to much for him, as he felt these mysterious prsance getting closer, and closer. Then he saw another flash, this time he saw a very disturbing picture. He couldnt explain what he saw, what he saw in that sudden flash was so terrafing it was impossible to put it in words…“oh god he” he said in a shaky voice " whats hapaning to me". The hands came throught the top of the coffin, and hovored just over his body. He couldnt see the hands, but he knew they were there, and they were ready to grab him. Just as they were about to grab him he hears a tone. He saw another flash of light, and then he…woke up, the alarm clock woke him up, and he was in his bed, in a panic. Slowly he forgot the dream, he just knew he had the worst nightmare of his life.

Is this a nightmare you have had? Or are you trying to induce one?

No its just a story.

I got another story Im working on about a telaphone repair man who go repair a phone at this very strange hous, I dont want to tell anymore until I have it wrot. Ill post it.

I wish I didnt post this story so soon. I could have made it 10 times scaryer, vbut I didnt plan on writing it, it just poped out.

OH damn kavaa that’s a good induction for my next nightmare.

Here’s one i just wrote now.

There was this guy who wakes up from a nigtmare, he realizes he’s grabbed by arms and legs by this dark force beneath the bed. Then he see his own face convulsing in front of him without body. The face starts to bleed and the guy’s heart starts to beat at enormous velocity. Then he hear these scary screams so loud until his ears explode.

After that he feel that a big creature tries to get out by his mouth until his throat gets perfored. Then he see no light but pure darkness when suddenly he hears this male voice very slowly, when the lights turn on he see his dead father convulsing in the air with the skin burned and the eyes melting. He then wakes up to realize that it was his nicest dream.

Oh oh oh - I wanna write a story as well…

five minutes later

Finished :content:.

Morning
By ‘Sureal’

I woke slowly. The beeping of my alarm confused me at first – I couldn’t tell what it was, or what it indicated. I blinked a couple of times, waiting for consciousness to return to me fully. I staggered out of my bed, leaving my crumpled duvet behind.

I hit hard on the top of the alarm, fumbling for the button to switch of the infernal racket. Ah – got it.
‘Much better,’ I breathed quietly. I reached and switched on my lampshade beside the clock, illuminating the room and stinging my eyes.

I was amazed that the noise the alarm and I had collectively made hadn’t woken up Tess.

Tess was my baby daughter. Only a year old – she could say a couple of simple words and stagger around uncertainly on her two little legs if someone held her hands.

I walked out into the hallway, muttering angrily under my breath about work. It was busy there at the moment – so I had to get up extra early to get all my work done.
Fred – my son – would look after Tess whilst I was out.

‘Huaahuaaahuahuaaa…’
I paused. What was that? It sounded like someone breathing. No… like someone struggling to breathe…
Could it be Tess? I quietly approached her door and listened in. No – I could hear her normal, regular breathing just fine.

‘Huaaahuaaahuhuaahuahuaa…’
I spun around to look behind me. It was slightly louder now, I was sure of it. And I had defiantly heard it. I wasn’t my imagination.
‘Fred?’ I asked quietly, hoping he’d reply.

‘Huaaahuaahuaahuhuaaahuhuaaahuaaa…’
What was that? I shook myself.
I made up my mind to go check in on Fred. No doubt this was his idea of a practical joke.

‘Huaaahuaaahuaahuahuahuaaaaahuaaahuhuaaaaaaaa…’
I silently opened Fred’s door and peered inside, ignoring the noise as best I could.
I could see Fred, sleeping comfortably in his bed.

‘Huaaahuaaaahuahuhuaaaaahuaaahuaaaahuaaaahuhuaaahuaaa…’
BANG!

I jumped, at the sudden crash. I spun round. There – over there! Oh god! Tess’ door!
It was wide open!
In my horror, I didn’t run away in fear, but instead ran to my daughter’s room. I could hear her crying now, at the top of her voice.

‘Huaaahuaaahuaahuaaaahuaaaahuhuaaahuaaahuaaaaaaahuaaahuaaaahuaaahuaaaa…’
And then… silence. Tess had stopped crying as I reached her room. I ran in, my arms raised and my fist’s balled. If there was someone in there, and if they had hurt my baby, I was going to make them pay.
But no – the room was empty. Empty of all life… even Tess.

All there was, was a small puddle of blood on her cot, licking around the cuddly toys. I fell to my knees. Who… what… could have done this?
Why had they done this?

I felt myself begin to be swallowed up by sadness. The pain of loss… I had trouble thinking… I felt tears well up in my eyes.
HuaaahuaaaahuaaaahuaaahuaaaahuaahuhuaaahuaaahuaaahuaaaaaahuaaaaaaaaAAAAA!
I felt a presence behind me – I could feel it breathing on the back of my neck…

I closed my eyes…

Nice story Sureal; you could be a good horror writer, maybe the next Stephen King.

Ok I gonna try my best horror writing this time… :content:

This story i gonna tell you changed my life forever…

(down the aparment in the street looking to the aparments window)
:cookiemon: Police Officer- The man that commited suicide and killed all his family has been foundreporting by radio. Ma’am this is the letter we found in his bed before commiting suicide and killing his family.
[color=red] :wiske: Jenny- how could he do this to my daughter,his ex and babysitter.[/color]
:cookiemon: Police Officer- Was he taking drugs or was Schizophrenic?
[color=red] :wiske:Jenny- Well all of i know crazy about him… was these crazy dream he had of me and our family getting killed by this woman.[/color]
:cookiemon: Police Officer- Ah the old hag you mean…
[color=red] :wiske:Jenny- I don’t know but… He officer what’s that in the window? are there any forense guys or detective of any kind?[/color]
:cookiemon: Police Officer- Negative pause that place is “where rats live and where rats play”.
[color=red] :wiske:Jenny- what you mean by that?..[/color]