Spökhistorier!

_{Skrivet av IvveKingh:}
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.....

_{Skrivet av Borttagen:}
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.

_{Skrivet av Ellinor:}
En man och hans fru bodde ensamma på en bondgård mitt ute i ingenstans, långväga från både civilisation och granne. Såsom varje kväll arbetade mannen sent ute på fälten, och gumman valde således att lägga sig lite tidigare än honom.
En kväll, när gumman precis hade slumrat till, märker hon hur någon lägger sig bakom henne i sängen och hon antar i vanlig ordning att det är hennes man. Efter ett tag, hon vet inte hur länge, reser sig personen upp från sängen och går iväg ut ur rummet. Personen kommer sedan tillbaka och lägger sig efter ett par minuter och gumman frågar:
- Var du på toaletten? varav hennes man svarar:


Den här har lite samma obehagliga känsla som "The portraits"...

_{Skrivet av Ultramannen:}
Det var en gång en mamma och en pappa som skulle gå ut sent på kvällen och äta. De har tillsammans en pojke och en flicka.
Eftersom det bara var de två som skulle gå ut och ville inte att barnen skulle vara ensamma så anlitade de en barnvakt. När föräldrarna till slut gick ut så tittade barnvakten runt omkring sig i vardagsrummet, hon ringde till föräldrarna och frågade om hon kunde få se på en videofilm i deras sovrum eftersom den fungerade inte i vardagsrummet, javisst sa de!

När hon gick upp för trapporna passade hon på att se efter om barnen mådde bra, de mådde alldeles utmärkt och var precis på väg att sova. När hon väl gick in i föräldrarnas sovrum så ringde hon igen och frågade om hon kunde täcka den där läskiga clownstatyn med ett lakan eftersom den gjorde henne nervös, föräldrarna blev stumma och sade till henne snabbt: RING 112 OCH TA MED DIG BARNEN UT UR HUSET SNABBT! VI HAR INGEN CLOWNSTATY I SOVRUMMET!

Tyvärr så hann de inte och clownen styckade barnvakten och barnen till döds med en kökskniv. Clownen visade sig vara en seriemördare på flykt.

Eftersom du nu har läst den här historien så kommer clownen att befinna sig i ditt sovrum kl 03.00 på natten... Har inte gjort den..

_{Skrivet av IvveKingh:}
^Den är riktigt läskig, kan en LIIITE annorlunda version av den som skrämde livet ur ungefär 10 personer på en övernattningsfest ;D