Requesting some scary stories for telling around the campfire tonight.

[Beausoir]

I've got a couple of 11 year old boys here at the cabin. I'm running out of ghost stories.

I've already told them about the guy with the hook arm on lover's lane.
Also told them about the trucker following the woman in the car..with the flashing lights.

Need some really good ones. I wanna scare these little guys into next year.

Anyone have some good stories to share? Thanks.

[warrior1]

1. There are tons of stories at this place. Oh and Boo!

http://theshadowlands.net/ghost/#real

[DS1]

2. There's one that ends up with a scraping noise being the fingers

of a girl's boyfriend shifting across the roof because he's hanging upside down from a tree, dead, just above their stalled car.

that was my favorite one, I'm sure someone will have more details

[BurtWorm]

3. Once upon a time, in the year 2000, in the month of November, in a land called Florida,..

No... I can't go...

[Aristus]

4. Scarier still: One dark day, December 12, 2000, nine old people in black robes

gathered together in a dim chamber...

[jmowreader]

5. Try this

I had to go to (insert the name of a town across the country from yours) last weekend. The travel agent sent me through Minneapolis.

I knew I had to be extra careful because Republican Senators lurk in the men's rooms. Unfortunately, I also knew I had to go.

While I was sitting on the pot, I smelled a bad odor, like sulfur, and saw a cloud of green smoke drift under the door.

"Are there Republican Senators out there?"

I saw a pair of beady eyes stare at me through the crack in the door.

"Are YOU a Republican Senator?"

I felt a tap against my foot. Against both feet. I felt a hand against my leg. Against my ass. Touching my face.

More eyes. Ten. Fifty. A hundred.

"Are you ALL Republican Senators?"

Two hundred.

"Come on. There are only forty-nine Republican Senators. You can't ALL be Republican Senators!"

I heard a low chant. "Li. Be. Ral. Li. Be. Ral." It got louder. A drum beat. "Li. Be. Ral." Louder. Fiercer.

"Li. Be. Ral."

An arm made of red smoke slid under my door. It had a hand at the end. It slowly moved up to the lock. I waved it away with my hand.

The hand reformed.

I waved it away again.

It reformed into a fist. I tried to wave it away. It smashed my hand into the wall of the stall.

The lock slowly slid open.

The door slowly creaked open.

A body slowly crept into my stall.

It was Dick Cheney!

It pointed a wizened finger at my nose. "Do you love the war?"

Before I got a chance to answer, George Bush, Karl Rove, Scooter Libby, Larry Craig and David Vitter had jumped into my stall. They shoved a duffel bag over my head and carried me out through a secret exit. All I could hear were the terrible chants.

"Li. Be. Ral. Li. Be. Ral."

When they took the bag off my head, I was stripped naked and hung up by the feet over the edge of a tall building. There was a huge fire with iron tongs sticking out of it. There was a cage of mice in front of me.

Alberto Gonzalez was standing next to the fire.

Alberto. The most terrible torturer in history. He tortured thousands at Abu Ghraib. He sent millions to a fiery death in Guantanamo. They say he has ice water for blood. The screams of the damned are music to his ears.

"Li. Be. Ral. Li. Be. Ral. Li. Be. Ral."

Alberto took a pair of white-hot tongs from the fire. He admired their massiveness. Then he took a mouse from the cage, set it on the table, and picked it up with the tongs. It vanished in a cloud of smoke, burned to a crisp by the heat of the terrible implements.

He said nothing. Just looked at me with his gaze. His steely gaze.

Disgusted, Alberto flung the tongs away. They struck one of the Republican Senators in the chest. He started to scream in unquenchable agony. He searched in vain for water. He pleaded for some small relief. He finally flung himself over the side of the building to try to reach the fountain below.

"Li. Be. Ral. Li. Be. Ral."

Alberto slowly walked to the fire. He chose a pair of tongs even hotter than the ones before. A pair so hot they were starting to melt. He very carefully, very deliberately, walked to me.

"Li. Be. Ral. Li. Be. Ral."

He began to slowly open the tongs. Hot sparks flew from them. Some of them touched me. My skin began to smolder.

He spoke. "Do you love the war, traitorous liberal?"

Before I could answer, he began to move the tongs toward my crotch...

[alphafemale]

6. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Once there was a beautiful young girl who lived in a small town just south of _________. Her parents had to go to town for a while, so they left their daughter home alone, but protected by her dog, which was a very large collie. The parents told the girl to lock all the windows and doors after they had left. And at about 8:00pm the parents went to town. So doing what she was told the girl shut and locked evey window and every door. But there was one window in the basement that would not close completely.

Trying as best as she could she finally got the window shut, but it would not lock. So she left the window, and went back upstairs. But just to make sure that no one could get in, she put the dead-bolt lock on the basement door. Then she sat down had some dinner and decided to go to sleep for the night. Settling down to sleep at about 12:00 she snuggled up with the dog and fell asleep.

But at one point, she suddenly woke up. She turned and looked at the clock...it was 2:30. She snuggled down again wondering what had woken her.....when she heard a noise. It was a dripping sound. She thought that she had left the water running, and now it was dripping into the drain of her sink. So thinking it was no big deal she decided to go back to sleep.

But she felt nervous so she reached her hand over the edge of her bed, and let the dog lick her hand for reassurance that he would protect her. Again at about 3:45 she woke up hearing dripping. She was slightly angry now but went back to sleep anyway. Again she reached down and let the dog lick her hand. Then she fell back to sleep.

At 6:52 the girl decided that she had had enough...she got up just in time to see her parents were pulling up to the house. "Good,"she thought. "Now somebody can fix the sink...'cause I know I didn't leave it running." She walked to the bathroom and there was the collie dog, skinned and hung up on the curtain rod. The noise she heard was its blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. The girl screamed and ran to her bedroom to get a weapon, In case someone was still in the house.....and there on the floor, next to her bed she saw a small note, written in blood, saying: HUMANS CAN LICK TOO, YOU KNOW.

[Beausoir]

7. Yep! That should do the trick! LOL.

Thanks!