Hey Pandas, Write A Scary Story And I Will Rate It (Closed)

I aimed the gun at the sicko who killed my wife. If only he could say something I wouldve spared him. But a newborn cant talk.

My mother might be the best children serial killer out there, she only has to say one thing to the parents when they asked where their child is
" im sorry we did everything we could"👩🏻‍⚕️

Once upon a time in a deep forest, there stood a small cottage. Inside this old cottage, there lived a old woman. Every year during the summer she would go out to gather red berries, medium-sized sticks, and leaves. When she went back into her home, she would set down the items. She went over to her boiling cauldron and drank a bitter substance that smelled of burnt oil, and strong acid. She lit a fire, then encountered a spell. She then crushed the red berries in her hand into the fire, they represented human blood. Then she tossed the sticks in that represented the human bones. The leaves she threw in the leaves. They represented the skin of humans. After she finished the potion, her skin smoothed, her hair softened, her back straitened, her bones were stronger. Her hair turned from grey to dark black, and the wrinkles in her eyes vanished. She had become a young woman.

Heres a buster! Now its time for YOU to rate ME!!!

There was 3 girls at a sleepover, they decided to play a scary game called "the window" what they had to do was open a window and invite a spirit in... Baad idea..

Later that night, they heard scratching at the window. One friend told the others to lay still... She cant know your awake..

Earlier that morning, when they woke up, the window was wide OPEN!!! And one of the girls had disappeared...

It was morning, but pitch black in the hallway, they ran to the bathroom in terror... Later that night, one of the girls peeked through the door of the bathroom, and at the end was the silhouette of a woman who shrieked, "NOW I KNOW YOUR AWAKE" and started chasing them until they hid in the basement and locked it..

Right away they knew she was gone..

But then the womans boney hands wrapped around both their necks and said "go to sleep now..."

my mom went through my search history

A girl, young and pretty, walked down a dark road on her way home from work. She only lived about two blocks from her work place and thought, "why use a car when it's such a short distance?" The girl felt that someone or something was watching her, but when she turned around, she didn't see anything. She picked up the pace a little, wanting to get home quickly. The girl didn't see the man standing not even five feet from her, because he was a phantom. He walks to her and touches her face, which makes her break out in goosebumps. The man then hits her in the head with a rock. When the girl wakes up, she's in a dark room. No windows, one door, and a single bed. No source of light, she uses the light from her phone to light her way, but the darkness is too overwhelming for the tiny light on her phone. The darkness swallows it up. Her breathing is heavy and quick and she's sweating. Using the wall to guide her way to the door, she moves slowly, as to not trip over her own feet. Only pausing when she hears noises. Just as the girl reaches her escape route, the door slowly swings open. It thuds against the wall and the same man walks through the doorway. Although she can only see the silhouette of the man, she can hear his smile as he speaks, "don't worry, daughter, you will be very safe here..."

Once upon a time, there was a little boy. His name was Derek. Derek always wen't to the well and sit there to read his favorite book. Next Wednesday, Derek wen't by the well again to read his favorite book when a man approached him. "Hello there, little man," the man said. Without any words, Derek ran to his home, into his room, and shut his door, making sure it was locked. He goes to draw the man and place the picture with the other pictures of the man. The next day, hismom callled him down for breakfast. But when he reached the kitchen where his parents were, he was shocked. His mother's head was on the burning hot stove with an ax in her head and his father grabbed the ax and said, "Hello there, little man. Ready to be served?" Part 2 will be in the comments...

POEM: Is That Too Much To Ask?

All we want is to have leaders like us. Women, with POWER.
Is that too much too ask?
All we want is equal pay, equal opportunities to get dinner on the table.
Is that too much to ask?
All we want are women we can look up to and teach our daughters to look up too.
Is that too much to ask?
All we want is half and half, not a “fair” 99-1 representation.
Is that too much to ask?
All we want is to walk home safely.
Is that too much to ask?
A all we want is not being laughed at for having a weight and shamed after we are pressured into skin and bones.
Is that too much to ask?
All we want is to walk home without glancing around and praying we can walk faster.
Is that too much to ask?
All we want is no more tsk, tsks when we wear suits or cropped clothes because they make us confident about our bodies.
Is that too much to ask?
All we want is to not have to grow a fear of bars before we even go because of the dangers they might bring.
Is that too much to ask?
All we want is for that little girl not to be scolded and told “boys will be boys!” After she is shoved to the ground during recess.

All we want is human decency- for us and our sisters in this never-ending battle which is denied every day.
Is that too much to ask?

This story isn’t fiction, but before I was born, my family was doing a tour of our house before we moved in and the front door was locked. They walked around, praying and blessing everything. Right as they got to the part of the prayer where it said to ward off evil spirits, the door opened and closed. The door was locked the whole time.

A girl heard her mom tell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to them stairs, her mom pulled her into a room and said in a quiet voice, "I heard that too"

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Heres another one!!! Since you like my stories!

My dad always told me to eat whatever i killed. One day i accidentally killed him by knocking him down the stairs. I cried as i went to fetch the axe and warm the stove.

Once upon a time, a straight boy told a lesbian he could change her mind.

*shudder* i get chills reading that. scariest thing ever amiright.

Mines kinda long so here is the link
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31095368

Once Rick Riordan... killed Leo Valdez. So the fangirls killed him.

I farted, and my crushed heard it.

I was washing dishes when I heard my daughter crying and as I walked towards her room it got more clear. It was only when I stepped into her room that I realized the cries were on a loop.

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams.

I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream. But as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard a knocking sound. At first I thought it was at the window, but I looked in horror as she tapped on the mirror, her whispers calling me to let her in

It's a poem but I hope you don't mind.
Father has been buried,
Mother's on deathbed.
Dark memories and angst-filled thoughts mess with my head.
But listen close, dear reader
For the darkest thing is this
The meat in my soup last night
Was absolutely his.

I never beleived my sister who said her mirror image threatened to replace her. This was only until my right handed sister came home from school and used her left hand to do her homework