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Horror Tales
by Arkanay Fri Sep 10, 2010 9:02 am
Came here to spook? Or came here to get spooked? 
Matters not.
Share your horror tales with the community here.
It's irrelevant if they are true or false. It's only relevant if they inspire fear...
Matters not.
Share your horror tales with the community here.
It's irrelevant if they are true or false. It's only relevant if they inspire fear...
- Spoiler:
- One time, me and my class were staying at a house in the mountains to pass the night and go for a walk through nature the next morning. Some teachers came too. We brought lots of food and drinks, since we were a lot of people.
So we arrived by afternoon's end, when it was darkening. People had a chat, a laugh, a drink, was quite entertaining. But some teachers hadn't come yet and they had the "main" food. They came by car and parked like 30 minutes away from the house. And they needed help to carry the food back to the house so they called us and asked for help. Me and some buddies decided to help and walked to them, in order to help them carrying the meals.
It was almost dark when we got to them and there were no lights whatsoever around. The road to the house was closed so they had to park far. When we reached them, we greeted, had a juice, a quick chat and then started walking to the house, carrying the things.
We hadn't crossed halfway when it was fully dark. We couldn't see anything at all. Our eyes had to get used to the dark so we could see the road, with trees, rocks and plants all around. We were finally approaching the house but strangely, there were no sounds and all the lights were turned off. We thought they were playing a prank on us. So we entered sneakily and quickly turned the lights on, in the main hall.
What we saw was the most horrendus sight ever. There was blood all over the place. The bodies of our fellow students and teachers had their heads chopped off and were nailed to the wall. Then suddenly the lights went off again.
Actually, part of that story was true. Only when we came back with the food they were just slacking around having soda :-P
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Re: Horror Tales
by LordRemington Fri Sep 10, 2010 9:04 am
This one time a ghost was all like "Blagh"and I was all like, "argh" and I ran away........................................was that scary enough
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Re: Horror Tales
by SSJ3_Raditz Fri Oct 08, 2010 9:37 pm
The last man on Earth sat in a room. There was a knock on the door.
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Re: Horror Tales
by Aletrius Fri Oct 08, 2010 11:16 pm
I've only ever been spooked once, and that was in somwe Spanish hotel.
In the middle of the night, the TV spontaneously turned on. I turned it off. Half an hour later, it turned back on again. I unplugged it this time. It didn't turn on again. Then the air conditioning suddenly turned on as well. Then it turned itself off a few minutes later. Then the wall lights turned on for about 30 seconds, before turning off. Then nothing else happened.
Scarey at the time.
In the middle of the night, the TV spontaneously turned on. I turned it off. Half an hour later, it turned back on again. I unplugged it this time. It didn't turn on again. Then the air conditioning suddenly turned on as well. Then it turned itself off a few minutes later. Then the wall lights turned on for about 30 seconds, before turning off. Then nothing else happened.
Scarey at the time.
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Re: Horror Tales
by Shiny_Glass Sat Oct 09, 2010 1:36 am
I got a really scary story.. Maybe two. They totally spooked me out. *Traumatized*..
1.
In my hometown, on the Medborgar square there was a building. This was over 30 years ago and that building got demolished, but anyway,
One time a janitor we're checking the machine room in the building, he saw a rat. The rat had red eyes, they we're shining in the cold dark room. The rat approached the janitor. The janitor got a big scared and ran out of the machine room. He was supposed to fix a gas leak, but he never got the time (That's what he said..), and forgot eventually.
Later, Maybe one or two weeks, a woman started to dream about a rat, a rat with red, gloobering eyes, shining in the dark. The dream was traumatic, and she truned sadly insane. Later, More people started to dream this dream, and more people in the building got insane. No people wanted to approache the house, no one. They belived it was curse. Well, everyone who lived there got insane.
But some people decided to go in and investigate. They eventually entered the machine room, which was pitch black. it was so hot, but still so black.
Then they saw a rat, with red gloobering eyes. The rat approached them, but disappeared.
When the people who investigated the house came out from the house, they we're all crazy.
The building got teared down, demolished, blown up.
They later builded a new building there.
And it's said if you enter the machine room there, you will see red, gloobering eyes on the floor.
The end.
2. In Germany, (from what i heard, germans)It's said that the easter bunny is a midly, violent, insane big rabbit who will haunt you on the night, if you don't put a bucket of water when it's full moon under your moon. (i got so scared at this when i wa a little kid, i didn't dare sleep with the lights turned off. I grew up from it now though.)
That's all my stories...
1.
In my hometown, on the Medborgar square there was a building. This was over 30 years ago and that building got demolished, but anyway,
One time a janitor we're checking the machine room in the building, he saw a rat. The rat had red eyes, they we're shining in the cold dark room. The rat approached the janitor. The janitor got a big scared and ran out of the machine room. He was supposed to fix a gas leak, but he never got the time (That's what he said..), and forgot eventually.
Later, Maybe one or two weeks, a woman started to dream about a rat, a rat with red, gloobering eyes, shining in the dark. The dream was traumatic, and she truned sadly insane. Later, More people started to dream this dream, and more people in the building got insane. No people wanted to approache the house, no one. They belived it was curse. Well, everyone who lived there got insane.
But some people decided to go in and investigate. They eventually entered the machine room, which was pitch black. it was so hot, but still so black.
Then they saw a rat, with red gloobering eyes. The rat approached them, but disappeared.
When the people who investigated the house came out from the house, they we're all crazy.
The building got teared down, demolished, blown up.
They later builded a new building there.
And it's said if you enter the machine room there, you will see red, gloobering eyes on the floor.
The end.
2. In Germany, (from what i heard, germans)It's said that the easter bunny is a midly, violent, insane big rabbit who will haunt you on the night, if you don't put a bucket of water when it's full moon under your moon. (i got so scared at this when i wa a little kid, i didn't dare sleep with the lights turned off. I grew up from it now though.)
That's all my stories...
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Re: Horror Tales
by Trick Sat Oct 09, 2010 2:18 am
*VERY LONG POST AHEAD*
- Spoiler:
- The Castle of Daleham
When I woke up, sunlight fled inside the window, and outside the sky was clear. It was nothing like the weather I had experienced the night before. I wondered if the Master had returned to the castle. I got up from the bed, and opened the door leading to the corridor. For the first time I could see the castles interior. Grey stone walls surrounded me, and stained glass windows allowed light to be cast inside the castle. Granite statues of warriors, princes and the like glared at you as you walked, and an eerie echo followed you every time you stepped on the marble flooring. I had not set eyes upon such a castle before. After walking down the corridor leading to the room I had stayed the night, I reached what was the main hall, which had an enormous staircase leading down to the castles entrance. The hall was scarce, except for a wooden table and a few chairs. As I walked down the staircase though, I saw an old piece of paper lying on the table. I went over and read it. It said,
‘Dear William,
I hope you have settled in well, and have had a good night’s sleep. I’m sorry for the fact that you had to find a room to stay in for the night, but you must understand that I’m a busy man, and I will be away from the castle frequently. I have one favour for you to do. In the local village, not far from the castle, I have asked the village baker and butcher to give provisions for you weekly, so make sure you get them! You can go to the village by following the path to the east. I hope we can see each other soon,
The Master’
After having read the note, I decided to go to the village, I was interested to see what villages were like up in the Northern part of England, this being the first time I had laid foot here. I was also interested to find out more about the Master, who was a mysterious character when I first met him. I opened the door, which creaked miserably because of its age, and stepped outside into a frozen winter. I could only just make out the path, which was covered in fresh snow. Although it was raining night before, the weather must have changed rapidly over the course of the night, as it does in England. I quickly figured out the way east, as I am astronomer who can use the stars, or be it the sun to know where I am. After having shut the large door, I set out down the path the grass beneath my feet crunching as I walked. On the way to the village, the path led me through a forest. Everything stayed eerily still, the trees were motionless, the wind lifeless, and the animals of the forest were nowhere to be seen. The only sounds to be heard were the ones that I had produced. After a while walking, I had left the forest, and I could see the village ahead of me. It was a small village, which mainly consisted of houses and farms, and the people there looked friendly. When I arrived, I soon found the butchers shop. Inside a large man was chopping meat and hanging it on some hooks. When I walked in, he looked up and smiled.
‘Ah, you must be William, am I right? Welcome to the village of Daleham ’
‘Thank you. I’ve just come to get the provisions, and to ask some questions.
‘Questions?’ He said, as he got out a sack and put in some fresh meat, with a concerned face, ‘What do ye want to know?’
‘I want to know about the Master. I haven’t met him in person yet’
‘We village folk tend to stay away from him, but he is a customer of mine, so I see him time to time’
‘Stay away from him? Why?’
‘The Master is a strange man, and the castle ye be staying at isn’t much better. We don’t know much about him, but stories have been told, and folk have claimed to have seen and heard of things unknown to us near the castle. I wouldn’t advise ye to spend your nights there, for ye safekeeping’
‘I don’t see what the problem is, I spent the night in the castle yesterday, and nothing strange happened’ I hesitated for a while, then asked, ‘What have people claimed to see or hear?’.
‘Well, the village messenger, Tom Scarlett, claims to have heard shrill screams from the castle, as have many of us walking by that dreaded place at night. Not only that, but our village crier says that he has seen a lamia.’
‘Lamia?’
‘I too was confused when I first heard it. A lamia is a mythical creature, similar to a witch, and people say they came from Greece, and lived on human flesh. The creature has the powers to transform itself into a beautiful young woman, and kills its’ ‘lovers’ in order to survive. That’s all I know, I’m afraid.’
‘But it would be impossible for a lamia to exist here. Where would it feed, and how would it survive harsh times like these, when it is used to the hot weathers of Greece?’
‘I’m not arguing with ye lad, but just telling ye to be careful. If ye want to stay someplace else just come to me quickly and I’ll help ye.’
‘Yes, but I’m sure that I will be just fine.’
After having given me the sack full of meat, I exchanged farewells with the butcher, and left the building to find the bakery, which was on the other side of the village. I soon found it, and after a much shorter conversation with the baker, I departed and set off for the castle, as it was getting late, and I had notes to do about my work. In a day’s time a natural phenomenon known as an eclipse would take place. I had been sent by my university to take notes and write about it.
As I walked back I quickened my pace, so that I could reach the castle before sunset. Once again, I passed through the forest, which always made me feel calm and peaceful. When I got back, I walked back up to the stairs to the room, and then spent two to three hours writing my notes. Halfway through though, I noticed that the weather outside had changed. The winds speed had risen dramatically, and howled miserably outside my window. Mist had descended around the castle, and snow, slowly and eerily began to fall. When the moon appeared, it cast rays of light through the mist, and cast it upon the entrance to the forest. I carried on working, and soon began to feel sleepy. I got up from the desk, and walked over to the bed. I dressed in my night gown, and settled in for the night. I looked out through the window for one last time, and to my surprise a human figure materialized through the mist! Was it the Master? When the figure came closer, I could see that it was a young man, who looked very much like one of the villagers. He was holding a lantern, and seemed to be muttering some words franticly under his breath. The man seemed restless. Suddenly, an urge inside me told me to go and see the man. I quickly dressed into winter clothes, and bounded through the castle, rushing towards the entrance. However, in amidst my frenzy, I tripped, and fell down the staircase. I then lost my consciousness, and fell into a long sleep.
When I woke up at midday, I was still in the same place as the night before. I hurried down to the village, to find out what might have happened to the man. The weather outside was still very windy, and the mist still persisted, so remaining on the path was difficult, it was easy to lose your bearings, especially through the forest. It took longer than usual to reach the village, but soon I could its outlines. I then went straight to the butchers, as he would probably have heard any news.
‘Has anyone in the village been hurt?’ I asked
‘Why ye be asking?’ The butcher questioned, while cutting chickens heads off their bodies.
‘I saw a man who looked like he’d seen a ghost, last night. He looked lost and disorientated.’
‘Well, to tell the truth, aye, the messenger, Tom Scarlett, is missing’
‘Missing? Where could he have gone?’
‘I don’t know lad, but rumours have been going round, and people have been saying that the castle ye be staying in has something to do with it.’
‘The castle? There isn’t any living thing in the castle, except me’
‘Well, I haven’t been in the castle, so how would I know. Listen, ye best stay away from the village today, the villagers ain’t happy with you sticking around here. Now that they’ve heard Tom’s missing, they think they’re next!’
‘They think it’s the Masters’ work, don’t they?’ I exclaimed
The butcher hesitated, and a few seconds later he said,
‘Aye lad. They also think that that ye have something to do with it’
‘It’s not true! The Master has been away, and he hasn’t yet returned! It’s just a coincidence that when I arrived Tom went missing!’
‘Nothings ever a coincidence around the castle lad, the Master has a dark history around him, although we don’t know his history’. The butcher slammed his knife into a wooden board, and then carried on.
‘I wasn’t planning to tell ye this, but listen. Once, a royal family lived in the castle. The Master, looking for a job, went to work there, as a servant. Several months went by, and the villagers hadn’t heard from the royal family. One day, our messenger, Tom, visited the castle to see what had happened. He came back with news that the Master was now the owner of the castle. We were confused, and even a bit angry, but we didn’t dare step foot near the castle, because of the screams we heard, often at night. Only Tom wasn’t afraid, but now look what’s happened to him, the poor fellow. God bless the man’. He sighed, then said, ‘Anyway, ye best be going, once the villagers see ye, they’re not going be happy. Words spread fast in this town, so the whole town might be on ye back if yer not careful’.
I rushed out of the shop, and to my good fortune the streets were almost deserted. The bad weather was still present as ever, and so was the thought of having the whole town at my heels. The mist had worsened, and I could barely see the path ahead of me. I was determined to return to the castle, so I could see the eclipse, but with the weather being so severe it was going to be almost hopeless getting back, let alone seeing the eclipse. When I reached the forests entrance, I turned back for one last time, and could only just make out the village. I walked backwards, every step I took distorting my sight of the village. I was about to turn round when I stumbled over something, and felt myself falling down a hill. When I eventually stopped falling, I cursed over my stupidity. I looked around, and all I could see was trees, covered in crystalline snow, which faded away into the horizon. I got up, dusting the snow off my legs and shoulders. The forest was silent, as it had always been. I began to get agitated. What if the Master had been planning something, and had actually been in the castle for the whole time? Was there actually a lamia in the castle grounds? I had just begun to think harder, when a shrill scream pierced the dead silence. My heart jerked, and I, shocked, fell to the ground in fear, as the echo of the dreadful sound faded away. I was now starting to believe what the butcher had said to me, but I told myself it was impossible for a witch to exist in these grounds. This reassured me, so I set off in the direction which the scream had come from. Although I was exhausted, I carried on walking; I did not want to spend the night in a forest. It was hard to follow track of time, but it felt like hours had passed. Time went on, and I did not stop. Once I felt that I had passed the path, but decided to carry on going forward, as going forward was my only chance of trying to find the castle. Soon afterwards, I began losing hope, and eventually I dropped to my knees. If it was more careful I wouldn’t have ended up like this. I decided to rest for a while, and thought about sleeping, in hope that the weather would get better. Then I heard the scream again, but it was closer, and although I was a logical man, I began to panic, and my hearts pace increased. I looked around, and to my delight a saw a light, penetrating through the mist. My spirits lifted, and I began to run towards it. In a matter of minutes I could see the castle, and light was coming from a room inside. My run slowed down to a walk. I looked up to the sky, which had partially cleared from the clouds, and the sun was rising. Soon the eclipse would take place.
The castle door was open when I entered, and the moment I stepped in, I heard someone chanting. The chants appeared to come from a room downstairs, and echoed ominously around the castle. I saw some stairs leading downwards, and for a reason I didn’t know, I began to slowly walk towards them. The castle was cold, and when I set my hand on the stair railings it almost stuck to it. I began to walk down, every step making me get closer, and every breath making the chants louder. When I walked down the steps, on the walls either side of me laid paintings, of the royal family which had lived in the castle, which had faded with age. The steps I walked down were made of marble, just like the rest of the castle, and made an unnerving, tapping noise every time I stepped on them. I could hear the chanting vividly now, and they were coming from a door which lay just a couple of steps away. I could now make out that the language being chanted was Latin, a language I had struggled in during my studies. But now I noticed something different in amidst all the chanting. Someone was crying out, not in pain but in horror. I heard pleas and desperate shouts of help. I was now next to the door. It was a large, rectangular door, made of thick wood, and supported by aged black bolts and bore a rusty door handle. Enveloping the door were dismal, grey, stone bricks, and several unlit torches were scattered around. I tried to understand some of the words being chanted, and one suddenly sprang to my mind. The word was ‘labores solis’, meaning ‘eclipse of the sun’. What did this have to do with a chant? Then, a certain part of the chant was repeated, and was being chanted quicker and quicker, and then it stopped. The chant stopped abruptly. There was a moment of silence, in which my heart began to beat quicker and quicker. I stood in front of the door for several seconds, feeling uneasy. I could still hear the pleas for help. I grabbed the door handle, and thrust open the door. Then my blood ran cold.
The scene I saw in front of my eyes was one of monstrosity. A middle-aged man was crouching on the ground, and turned his face towards me, with a knife in his hand. Next to him lay a body of a young man. The man’s dead face showed fear, and next to his corpse laid his entrails, covered in his blood. I almost vomited at the sight. Then the middle aged man began to laugh a fanatical laugh, one which only a madman could possess. He stood up and slowly walked over to me. As much as I wanted to run away from this place of slaughter, I stared, my body immobile, like the statues I had seen in the castle. There was a window in the room, and outside the light from the dawning sun had slowly been swallowed by the moon, and now the castle was obscured in darkness. The madman steadily began to raise the knife and I was in a trance, unable to move my body and run. He smiled a grim smile, and then spoke.
‘So William...we meet at last. Did you find your stay pleasant? I’m sure that it was more pleasant than what will be your death!’
It was the Master! Why didn’t I take the butchers advice! My stupidity would cost me my life, and I struggled to retain control over myself. I was whimpering like a newborn puppy. The Master lunged out at me when I heard a shrill scream, and a creature leapt through the window towards us. I snapped out of my trance, and leapt to my right, the knife missing my body by inches. I looked over, and saw the creature was unleashing its fury at the madman, completely ignoring my presence. I had never seen a creature like it. The creature had a snake-like body with eagle talons for hands, but had the chest and face of a beautiful young woman. This creature was a lamia. The Master struggled on the floor, trying to resist, but it was to no avail. In one swift movement the creature had snapped his neck with her talons. The Masters knife dropped from his hands, and the lamia picked it up, her face red with sorrow. The lamia then looked at me savagely, and for one moment I thought that I would follow the same fate as the Master. Fortunately, she then moved herself next to the young man’s corpse. She started crying, and then looked at me. Under her tears, she shouted painfully,
‘Go! Leave me be!’
I got up on my feet, and began to run up the marble stairs. I paused on the top stair, and looked back down. The lamia had changed into a young woman completely, and the snake tail and talons had disappeared. She carried on crying, and I turned to flee to the village.Epilogue
Upon arrival, I told the butcher the story of that dreadful night, and he told the mayor of the village, who summoned a meeting in the town hall, regarding the Master and his death. There I told the events of the night, and although the Master was dead, the village was mourning the young man who died, who was called Tom Scarlett. The village believed me about the creature and its existence, and an old man told me that in mythology, lamias sometimes loved their victims so much that they wouldn’t kill them. The lamia that I encountered was one of such character, and it explains why it showed such hatred against the Master.
Soon after the events took place, I left for London, without notes of the eclipse, but with a story to tell. I told it to my peers, but I was scolded and mocked. I was thrown out of my university, but it didn’t matter to me, since I knew that what I had seen was real. I soon published the tale as fiction, but inside I knew it was the real truth.
The lamia of Daleham still lives, mourning the death of her loved one.
Last edited by Trickatel on Sat Oct 09, 2010 2:53 am; edited 1 time in total
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Re: Horror Tales
by Aletrius Sat Oct 09, 2010 2:44 am
Okay, the fact that the text was all white and so had to be highlighted in order to be read was somewhat annoying.
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Re: Horror Tales
by Trick Sat Oct 09, 2010 2:48 am
Thomas1134 wrote:Okay, the fact that the text was all white and so had to be highlighted in order to be read was somewhat annoying.
I had to spoiler it due to it being long. Sorry.
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Re: Horror Tales
by Aletrius Sat Oct 09, 2010 2:49 am
Trickatel wrote:Thomas1134 wrote:Okay, the fact that the text was all white and so had to be highlighted in order to be read was somewhat annoying.
I had to spoiler it due to it being long. Sorry.
I perfectly understand that. Just it is annoying the way spoilers do that. Oh well.
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Re: Horror Tales
by Arkanay Sat Oct 09, 2010 2:51 am
You can always change the color of the text inside the spoiler so there is no need to highlight.
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