Horror Stories and Poems

Hey, everybody! I decided to submit a forum for scary stories and poems. Please post something scary, but nothing longer than a short story.

I may add more scary things to this forum (in the comments), so you might want to check back on this every once in a while. To start, here's a poem I came up with. Please enjoy.

Horror Work 1

He'll follow and chase,
Slowly driving you nuts.
Steal your mind from your brain
Till you're only a husk.

You'll get sicker and sicker;
It grows worse with the years.
Then finally the man
In the dark suit appears.

His garb is the blackest.
His skin is quite white.
The tendrils wrap 'round,
You can't put up a fight.

He draws you close in,
And begins with his work.
As he removes you from life,
You shake and you jerk.

And then he is done,
This thing with no face,
And takes with him your body
To some strange unknown place.



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Ohhhh I love Slenderman!

Here's my favorite short buy scary story:

“Daddy, I had a bad dream.” You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it’s 3:23.

“Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?”

“No, Daddy.”

The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter’s pale form in the darkness of your room.

“Why not sweetie?”

“Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy’s skin sat up.” For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can’t take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

Creepy! Did you write it?
Nope, just found it when I was searching for creepypasta. :D

Wows I thought you were fine but now....

MeGusta4 years ago
The last person alive is sitting in a room. There is a knock on the door.
Plo Koon (author)  MeGusta4 years ago

re-read it....you'd get it soon.

Part of this was as a poem being sung durring the dream the rest i wrote based of off the 1st part and the dream. it was sung really slow...

Tick Tock Goes the clock to mock my fear of dying.

Tick Tock my time is near The witch's cackle louder.

Tick Tock Goes the clock its now or never brother.

Tick Tock my time is up now i'll see you hereafter.

The premise was of a boy bringing back his brother from the dead with his life being taken in exchange. There as more to this poem but i have sadly lost it...someday ill remember the rest.

Cyclone17644 years ago
ever see marble hornets?
Plo Koon (author)  Cyclone17644 years ago
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