re: Need to Kill Time: What's a story that you've heard that still gives you chills

Which are creepy stories that happen to rhyme.

The penultimate scary book,
“Scary Stories to tell in the dark.” Is full of them.



God why do you hate anything that’s not prose?

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God why do you hate anything that’s not prose?

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I don't. But I do get annoyed when you force your words in multiple threads all the time. We get it, you like to write. That's great. I even think you have talent. I know I give you shite about it sometimes, but frick...you shove that shite into any and every thread that you can, and it's annoying as frick, that's all.

This is one of the best threads ever on this site, and here you come again. If people wanted that, they'd just listen to Vincent Price's verses in Thriller.

Forgive me if one more post in a thread of thousands has spoiled it for you.


“You know Edgar, no one wants to read some stupid rhymes about a bird stuck inside.”

frick, I think rhymes can be creepier because they cut away everything unnecessary, everything has to work and fit just right, like gears in a clock.
It can’t be clunky or chunky.

Like this
One Two Freddy’s Coming For You
Tell me That ain’t creepy.

Yeah I know I have a problem, and I post too much. But since you were gonna anchor the thread someone started, I was just gonna stick it here. That creepy thing about a knocker in the night.

But maybe I just need to get banned for good and rid myself of this compulsion.

I have a short story.

There's a month that rhymes with sober and people quit drinking during it. I live in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Drinking is part of my solution. Don't tread on me. The end.

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I'm not sure if y'all are familiar with the ghost of Guste Island. My brother and I were going to night fish at our property that my family bought a year previous and while heading to the back we randomly drove past this woman walking on side of the road. We were in mid conversation and drove past her before immediately thinking something was off. It was 9-10 O'clock at night and the woman was walking like she was very sore or had a lazy looking slow limp. My brother said something is off and began to back up towards where we saw her. When we got on side of her we actually rolled down the window and my brother asked if she was ok. Well she happened to be on the very edge of the road and was on my passenger side. When he asked if she was ok she stopped and immediately looked at us and then continued her limp walk. The 2 things that stood out to me was that she was wearing a white dress/ sun dress. The dress was dirty and the woman also looked dirty/ possibly bruised. The 2nd thing I noticed was that the brief second she made eye contact I simply saw black. It looked like she had black eye pockets with nothing in them. I even told my brother as we drove past her for the 2nd time. Well again he said no something's not right and by the time we looked back the woman was gone. If you've ever been to guste island in the past you'd know there's nothing but swamp on side of those roads.

So I tell all of my friends for a few months, my older brother tells his friends and then all of the sudden one of his friends shared a book at a party about the most haunted places in Louisiana. Guess what made it on the list? The silk lady of Guste Island.. When my brother told me we were both a little sketched out. I've always been interested in the belief of ghosts but the chills I get still from thinking about the brief encounter and the actual way I saw her just blows my mind. We never bragged about seeing a ghost or even looked it up. We just told our friends about a strange encounter and then it was verified.

The crazy thing is that some of the stories told about her is that she's pulled cars off the road for not helping her. Apparently a couple drove past her and noticed she was injured and then claimed a skeleton hand ripped them into the marsh from the road. It could very well be fake but also very unsettling that this is what I saw and was my exact description/ recollection of the woman. Also makes me 10x more glad we went back and asked if she was ok.

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Creepier since those girls had that wreck there !

https://cajunmysteries.tumblr.com/

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Penpals

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Far and away the best story in this thread IMO. It has yet to be topped. I re-read it earlier this year and it's still great.

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The Alphabet stories - it’s long as frick but really good

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I don't remember if I ever got through all of those or not. I know I read a good bit of them. They were solid, but a bit of a chore to get through. I always end up copy/pasting these into a Word document to make them easier to read, and when they come out to 100+ pages, it just seems overwhelming and I never end up getting through them.

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The Rake - just found it creepy

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I remember reading that one, but don't remember much about it. I've looked on nosleep here and there over the years, but have never found one good enough to post in here. I think the quality of writing on that site has gone way, way down over the years.

The best one in my opinion was the smiling man… the YouTube video sent chills down my spine

It was very well done for a three minute story

LINK

I once lived in the front of a fourplex shotgun, in an area that was being regentrified. Sketchy houses all around, but I was young and in my ignorance, I felt safe.

A friend stopped by one night, just after I’d gotten home from working out. We were standing in the front room when suddenly the back door of my apartment was kicked in and a guy charged into my kitchen.

I ran towards him yelling, get out of my house! I guess he was surprised to see anyone was home, so he bolted (my back door was actually on the side of the house, no window in the kitchen).

I called the police, who discovered the guy had broken into both back units and had stolen a gun.

If my friend hadn’t stopped by, I’d have been in the shower, in the bathroom behind the kitchen when the break in happened. Why I ran towards that guy is still a mystery to me; adrenaline is powerful stuff.