Tell scary story game...

[JDog]

Once, A girl from augres said hi to me... scary...

[chicknumber2]

i was talking to my nearly going to get boy friend

[TP Zelda]

Hmm... I wonder if this counts...


In 1832, there was this man, his name was Jake. He was walking through the woods, when he heard leaves crunching and twigs snapping. Now, it was night, and people say you should never stay in those woods at night. Well, you wanna know why? The man got ambushed. They cut off his nose, then ears, the lips, then arms, then legs, then head. People say you can still hear his screams if you're close to the woods.

[Hi no Seijin]

The mods missed a game.  Now that's scary.

[TP Zelda]

XD lol

[Vaati]

I carry around a clay Minish Vaati figure, :o how's THAT for scary!  ;D

[DW]

scary, but expected.

[Vaati]

Lol.  ;D True, very true!

[Mr. bubbles]

Got one. One day you wished you were in The Minish Cap. Then Tingle came up behind you, and KILLED YOU. He skinned you. He uses your hide as a rug.

[TP Zelda]

Hehehe...

The Girl in White



He was sulking a little, standing at the sidelines while all the other men danced with their pretty partners. His girl had not come to the dance that night. Her mother was ill, and so his girl had remained at her side. A fine pious act, he thought sourly, but it left him at loose ends.

His friend, Ernesto, came up to him between sets with a cold drink and some words of encouragement. "After all, Anita is not the only girl in the world," Ernesto said. "There are many pretty girls here tonight. Dance with one of them."

Bolstered by his friend's words, he started looking around the dance hall. His eye fell upon a beautiful young girl standing wistfully at the edge of the floor beside the door to the terrace. She was dressed in an old-fashioned white gown and her skin was pale as the moon. Her dark eyes watched the dance hungrily from her position behind a tall fern, and he felt his heart beat faster. Such a lovely woman should be dancing!

He made his way through the bustling crowd and bowed to the girl in white. She looked startled by his addresses, as if she had not expected anyone to notice her that night. But she readily assented to dance with him, and he proudly led her out onto the floor for the next set, all thoughts of Anita gone from his mind.

Ernesto and some of his other friends gave him odd looks as he danced with the girl in white. A few times, the man opposite them bumped right into them as if he had not seen his partner at all. He was furious and wanted to stop the dance and make the man apologize to the girl in white, but she just laughed and hushed him.

When the dance was over, he hurried to get his fair partner a drink. Ernesto approached him at the refreshment table. "When I told you to dance, I meant with a partner," his friend teased him.

"I was dancing with a partner," he replied, irritated by his friends remark. "The loveliest girl in all of Mexico!"

"You've had too much to drink, my friend," Ernesto replied. "You were dancing by yourself out there!"

He glared at his friend and turned away without answering him. Making his way back to the girl in white, he handed her a glass and asked her to stroll with him along the terrace. The night was beautiful, the sky full of stars, and he stared at the girl in white with his heart in his eyes as they stood looking out over the beautiful scene.

The girl in white turned to him with a sigh and said: "Thank you for the dance, Senor. It has been a very long time since I had such pleasure."

"Let us dance again, then," he said infatuatedly. But she shook her head.

"I must leave now," she said, catching up her skirts with one hand and drifting toward the stairs at the side of the terrace.

"Please don't go," he pleaded, following her.

"I must," she said, turning to look at him. Her eyes softened when she saw the look on his face. "Come with me?" she invited, holding out a pale hand.

His heart pounded rapidly at the thought. More than anything in the world, he wanted to go with this lovely girl. And then his mind registered the fact that he could see the stone wall of the terrace through the girl's hand. His desire melted away before the shock of that realization. He looked into her face again, and realized that she was fading away before his eyes.

At the look of horror on his face, the girl gave a sad laugh and dropped her hand, which was nearly transparent now.

"Goodbye," she said, her body becoming thin and misty. "Goodbye."

Then she was gone.

He gave a shout of terror when he realized he had been dancing with a ghost. He bolted from the premises, leaving his horse behind, and ran all the way home.

When Ernesto came the next day to bring him his horse, he told his friend the whole story. Ernesto whistled in awe. "You saw the spirit of Consuela, my friend," he said. "She was the daughter of one of the local aristocracy who lived in this region more than a hundred years ago. She died of consumption the night before her first ball and they say her spirit sometimes attends the local dances, hoping to claim one of the dances that she missed."

He shuddered at the thought of his dance with the ghost. "I will not be visiting that dance hall again," he told Ernesto. "From now on, all my dances will be with Anita!"

And he kept his word.

[Fishalicious]

Once upon a time... I was strolling along the nearby beach (which is mostly corrugated steel and metal pipes and cement, but it still counts as a beach to me.) and I heard a gigantic splash in the water. I turned around, looking for it, and found a gigantic stingray flopping over one of the cement drainage pipes littering the shallow water. It was friggin' huge, I mean, it was almost surreal in size. I helped it away from the cement tube with the help of a 2x4 that was just laying around, and hoped it would go back to deeper water. It did eventually flop over the tubes, but not before slicing me with its stinger.

Not really... that scary unless you were there. But I did find a dead stingray washed up on the beach like... last year, and it was larger than that one. I think it may have been the same one...

[Vaati]

Once upon a time you met me!

[Fierce Deity Link]

Once upon a time, I looked in the mirror!!! ;D ;D ;D

[Zelda Veteran]

Once upon a time...

There was a small boy... He lived in old decrepit house. The scary part is, he had been there ever since anyone could remember. He looked dirty, and stitched up around the temple. His eyes were dark, far darker than that of the murkiest night. He would sit in the top room and stare out the window, every night at passers by. It scared some people, so much so that they stopped walking near the house all together. He always had a sort of frowning grimmace on his face, and he seemed to remain inside all the time. Everyone knew to avoid the freaky house... until one night...

new neighbors.

There were a couple of kids, three of them in fact. A sister, and her two older brothers. They took a trip over to the house, after seeing the boy in the window. They obviously didn't get a very good glimps of him, for all who saw him avoided him. The children knocked on the door. No answer. They knocked once again, and still no answer. The children gave up, and went home. Late that night, the oldest brother was laying in bed awake, when a red light shined in his eyes. He opened his eyes, and looked around his dark room. Nothing. He was so sure he had seen a light, that he jumped out of bed, and looked outside.
Nothing but the familiar light of the street lights. And then something odd happened.

The lights flickered, and turned off. Surrounded in complete darkness, the boy got back in bed, and closed his eyes. A rattling sound was heard somwhere in his room, and he jerked up in his bed, looking around. He knew he heaed something, but he wasn't sure what. He turned over, and faced the wall, which his bed was pushed against. He layed there and watched the wall, which he always did when he was uncomfortable. A car must have been driving down the road, for the as it turned, the headlights shined in his window, creating a light that slid across the wall. As the light moved, it passed the shape of a boy's shadow.

Tightening his grip on his pillow, he heard the rattling noise again, and covered up to his hair in his bed.
"burning in my sleep. Burning in my sleep. Time and time again, my soul is burning in my sleep"
It sounded as if many voices had joined in on the chant. As quickly as it came, it left. Not to be heard from again. The boy awoke the next morning, and realized something was wrong. It was morning, and yet it was still dark out. Glancing at the clock, he was shoked to realize that it was still 12:00. At night! He was so sure that he had slept through the night. He was wide awake, and couldn't believe that only 3 minutes had passed. Standing up, he pulled on a pair of pants, and wandered out into the hallway... only to realize that it wasn't a familiar hallway.

It was wooded, some boards broken here and there. There was a dreary mood that seemed to hang from the reeves. The boy began to panic, wondering where he was. He started his walk down the hallway to the door that lay dormant on the other side. As he walked... the door grew farther away! He started into a jog, somehow not getting to the door. The hallway began to twist, and he crashed through one of windows in a aquard tumble. he fell, watching the ground come closer. He closed his eyes, and braced for impact... but the impact never came.

Somehow, he was standing in what seemed like an old amphitheatre. He was on stage, and moreover he was hanging from strings!! He looked at his joints, horrified to find that strings were connected to every part of him! He was jerked around on the strings, screaming from the agonizing pain. "Dance my puppet..." The boy's eyes widened, as the familiar voice had rang out. "You! Let me go!!" He cried, yanking lose from the strings. "Very well..." He said solemnly, the strings comming attached on their own. The boy fell to the stage, and... kept falling. He began to worry, he hadn't hit the stage yet. Glancing down, he saw a mist covered area, and he once again closed his eyes and braced for impact.

Once again, the impact never came, yet he found himself laying on the wet dew covered gras... of a graveyard. He stood up, and looked around nervously. "Alright whoever you are... You've had your fun..." Suddenly, the gravestones began to rumble. The turbulent stones shot out from the ground, and a sad moan filled the sky. The sky. The sky was not there. Instead, a wood floor hung overhead. Glancing back down at the ground, hands began reaching for him, scraping the soil just before him. Now, he was royally freaked. The first thing he spotted was a large double door.

Making a mad dash for the door, he opened it, and thrust the door closed behind him. He found himself in darkness. Not good, considering what he had seen so far. The ground was hard and cold. As he walked cautiously forward, he felt along the ground. Suddenly, a light flickered on overhead. A streetlight! Then another, and another! The familiar street lit up before him, and he stood looking at his house, which sat snug across the street. He gulped, knowing where he was. Turning around, he looked up at the large decrepit house that loomed over him.

and the small demented boy that sneered at him through the glass of the top window....

yeah, I wrote that whole story. Like just now, in the TDC reply box. Pretty twisted eh? I dedicate it to doom.

[JDog]

once, I passed the 10th grade!!!!! ;D