Spökhistorier!

Jag blir typ inte rädd för sånt jag läser längre. Älskade att läsa spökhistorier för några år sen så har en bok med massor olika i där det var någon om ett hemsökt hus med råttor och nån som blev hängd eller nått. Kommer inte riktigt ihåg men den var lite kuslig. :3

(PELLE SVANSLÖS EXTRA! )

Det var en gång, en liten liten katt. Och den lilla lilla katten, gick in i den mörka mörka skogen.
I den mörka mörka skogen var det läskigt och kusligt, men katten tassade vidare. I den stora mörka skogen hittade den lilla katten ett stort stort slott.
Katten kom fram till den stora stora dörren till det stora stora slottet. Den tog upp sina tassar och drog allt den kunde för att rubba på den stora tunga dörren. *Läskigt gnissel ljud*
När den lilla katten kom in kom den till en stor stor hall. Den gick in till ett rum. Ett kallt och tomt rum. Så fick katten syn på en mörk och stor sak i slutet av rummet. När katten tassade fram såg den att det var en stor kista. Katten tvekade, men sträckte fram sina tassar och öppnade långsamt och svagt upp kistan. Och blickade ner.
BAM! Den lilla lilla katten föll ner i kistan! Och vad låg det i kistan? En kniv!
Den lilla lilla katten tog kniven..

Det finns en till variant på den men jag orkar inte skriva ner den, hehe ^-^

I böcker, så klart! =)

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^ Jag vill höra jag vill höra jag vill höra! Älskade den där med ballerinan

Här är en med samma obehagliga känsla som den med ballerinan, den är dock på engelska.

The portraits.

There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was suprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.

Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits,

Hehehehe.....

Vilken scary tråd Ewar

Jag suger på att uppdatera ghost storys så jag får inspiration härifrån : )

^Hehehehehehe.... Har du läst The Portraits? Och den i första inlägget med ballerinan?

OMG "The Portraits" skrämde skiten ur mig! älskar spökhistorier, får alltid veta att jag är bra på att berätta dem... hehe

Hittade dessa, de var väl helt ok.

"A mother's love"

One afternoon, a couple was traveling on by car when at a far distance they saw a woman in the middle of the road, waving frantically.

The wife told her husband to keep on driving because it might be too dangerous, but the husband decided to pass by slowly so he wouldn’t stay with the doubt on his mind of what might have happened and the chances of anyone being hurt. As they got closer, they noticed a woman with cuts and bruises on her face as well as on her arms. They then decide to stop and see if they could be of any help.

The cut and bruised woman was begging for help telling them that she had been in a car accident and that her husband and son, a new born baby, were still inside the car which was in a deep ditch. She told them that the husband was already dead but that her baby seemed to still be alive.

The husband that was traveling decided to get down and try to rescue the baby and he asked the hurt woman to stay with his wife inside the their car. When he got down he noticed two people in the front seats of the car but he didn’t pay any importance to it and took out the baby quickly and got up to take the baby to it’s mother. When he got up, he didn’t see the mother anywhere so he asked his wife where she had gone. She told him that the woman followed him back to the crashed car.

When the husband went back to look for her, he noticed that clearly the couple in the front seats were dead,



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"The railroad"

My cousin and I had gone to San Antonio, and we had heard rumors of some haunted railroad tracks. The story was, a school bus full of children had stalled on these tracks with a train coming. The train was going too fast for there to be time to get the children off. So they all died. When we finally found the tracks, we stopped the car, parking it right on the railroad tracks. We were both a little nervous, and scared, and waited for something to happen. Just when we were about to leave, the car started rolling. We were both too freaked out to do any more than grab each other and gasp, eyes wide, mouths open. After what seemed like an eternity, (but was actually less than five minutes tops) the car stopped rolling. We looked around, and we were off the railroad tracks.

Now, that may not seem spooky, but what we saw next scared us enough to jump back in the car and make the six hour trip home THAT NIGHT. Both of us got out of the car and walked around to the back. After the first six hour drive, our car had accumulated quite a bit of dust on it. That’s not scary, no. But what was scary was



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A few months ago a friend of mine, who is an up-and-coming nature photographer, decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. She wasn’t afraid of being alone, as she had camped by herself many times before. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip, but when she went and got them developed she saw four pictures that unsettled her, these four pictures were taken from inside the tent,



Lol.