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Horror Stories and Poems Answered

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.




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.

Nope, just found it when I was searching for creepypasta. :D

The last person alive is sitting in a room. There is a knock on the door.

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.

ever see marble hornets?

Horror Work 2

Through bloodshot, calculating eyes, it watched the small group of humans, assessing all of its targets, searching for the weakest one. There was a small fire in the middle of the group, but the thing crouching in the forest did not fear fire, or anything else, for that matter. It decided to bide its time though; it didn't want to make a large stir, because that would lead to being chased through the woods, and it didn't really feel like doing that tonight. However, the thing in the trees was hungry, and getting tired of waiting. It tapped one of its claws on a tree trunk absentmindedly. A few minutes more, perhaps.


“Hey, and remember when we made that video about school? That was hilarious!” said Rob.

“Yeah, and you were the Principal!” said another. “You were like, 'Chewing gum?! In my school?! Unacceptable! Four weeks of detention!' and you made that one face...”

“You mean this? ” Rob turned away briefly, then turned back with a comical grimace on his face.

The other two campers began giggle uncontrollably. “Yeah, that one!”

Rob stopped grimacing. “Hey, give me the marshmallows, guys. I got a serious need for some sugary goodness.”

It snorted in annoyance. They just wouldn't go to sleep! Did they intend on staying up the whole night? No matter. It was done waiting. Time for a meal.