Scary stories for sleepover!!?

Question

Okay Im having a sleepover tonight and I just want some scary stories to tell...Don't give me some long explanation of how you went to the graveyard and saw a zombie and you ran from it and then a fog came and...just no. I want urban legends stuff. Like bloody mary!! Please and thank you

Answer 1

Tell them the story of the Amityville horror, or watch it, it's not only scary, but, true!

Answer 2

Try these

Drip Drip Drip

One night a young girl Lily Foster, is left alone for the night, in her house, while her parents drive out to town for a party. This was fine with Lily, especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, protecting her throught the night.

She made herself something to eat, and sat down at the kitchen table. Turning on the radio to her favorite station, she was surprised to hear a news bulleten declaring that an avenged murderer was on the loose. It advised that people secure all windows and doors as a safety precaution. With her dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors. She went from window to window, and locked each of them one at a time.

She told herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog, and that her parents would be home shortly, anyway. So, Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around 11:00 that it was time for bed. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom, and slid under the big, warm blanket on her bed. Before closing her eyes, reached her hand down under the bed, and allowed her dog to l**k it- she did this every night, because it comforted her.

A short while later she awoke to the sound of a scratching noise at her bedrooom window. She eyed the window, and reminded herself that the whole house was locked and she was safe. She stuck her hand under her bed and felt her dog's slobbery tongue cross over the palm of her hand. She sighed and went back to sleep. An hour or so later she sat up in bed. She had heard footsteps in the hallway, and crept out of bed to see if it was possibly just her parents returning from their party.

Seeing nothing, she returned to bed. As she was about to stick her hand under the bed, she heard a drip, drip, drip, followed by some footsteps. She walked downstairs into the kitchen and secured the the taps. That surely wasn't the source of the drip.

She crept upstairs and climbed into bed. "This is silly," she told herself "I'm probably just imagining things." She stuck her hand under the bed, and felt the dog l**k her hand. An hour later she awoke again. A little mad at this point, she jumped out of bed.

The dripping wasn't coming from the kitchen so it must be from the bathroom. She crept along the side of the hallway, and walked into the bathroom. She groped along the side of the wall with her left hand, looking for the light switch. She flicked the light on and gasped.

There, hanging from the shower rod was Scout-skinned-a pool of blood had formed on the bathroom tile with a continuous 'drip, drip, drip' as the blood from the dog hit the ground. Something on the wall caught her eye; written on the wall was a message in blood "Humans can l**k too."

Don't Turn Off The Light

Megan Phillips groaned as she thought about pulling another all-nighter, to study for tomorrow's science exam, but there was no getting around it. She trudged up to the dorm room she shared with her friend, Jen, gathered all the things she thought she would need, and went downstairs to the small study room to pour over her books- as Jen had went to go to bed early and didn't like to be disturbed.

After a few hours of cramming, she realized that she had left one of her textbooks back in the dormitory. She considered leaving it there and just making due with what she had, but her teacher had insisted that most of the exam questions would be based on the information in that particular book.

With a dramatic sigh, she truged once again up to her third-floor dorm.

Meg opened the door just wide enough to slip through, so the light from the hall wouldn't wake Jen. She had to squint through the blackness, but refused to turn on the light, because she didn't have enough energy to face her roomate's wrath this late at night. A pencil snapped under her foot, and she winced; but she could hear Jen's breathing, though it was slightly more raspy than usual. Chalking it up as the bug that had been going around campus, Meg groped through the air until she found the edge of her bed, and finally, the stray textbook.

Avoiding the broken pencil on the floor, the girl stepped silently back to the door, opened it carefully, and exited, relieved to be out of there. She hurried down the stairs and collapsed into the armchair she had occupied for the last seven hours.

Finally, as the first rays of sunlight glinted on the windows, Meg decided that enough was enough; if she returned to her dorm now, she could get at least a few hours of sleep before her 9:00 exams. She gathered her things and walked slowly back up the stairs, thouroghly exhausted.

As she slid open the door, her eyes widened in shock as they began to regester the scene in her dorm room: Jen was spread-eagle on her bed, her throat slit ear-to-ear, her pyjamas, bed sheets, even the walls, saturated with blood. Meg screamed, all her weariness from just seconds before, gone in an instant as she saw what was written, in her friend's blood, on the wall above her bed: AREN'T YOU GALD YOU DIDN'T TURN ON THE LIGHT?

Reflection

One cold winter night, sixteen year old Kelly Sanders was home alone, as her parents had gone out to a dinner party at a friend's house. It had been snowing all afternoon, but had just recently stopped.

After studying for a while, she decides to relax a little- after all, she finally had the house to herself. She makes some popcorn, gets a nice fuzzy blanket, and snuggles under it to watch one of her favorite movies. In their lounge room, the television is positioned a few feet in front of the glass sliding door that leads to the patio and backyard.

By midnight, Kelly's parents are still not home, and she begins to feel uneasy, but refuses to call them, for risk of sounding like she couldn't take care of herself.

Suddenly, her eye catches a glint of light from behind the TV, and right there, just outside the glass door, was a crazy-eyed man, grinning maliciously at her, and holding a long, narrow blade in his left hand. Terrified, the girl panics, pulls the blanket up over her head and grabs the cordless phone by her side.

Kelly calls the police, and as luck would have it, there was a patrol car less than a block from her house. In a matter of seconds, two officers are on the scene and Kelly tells them about the armed man staring through the glass. The first officer opens the sliding door and looks around the area. After a few moments, she turns and explains to Kelly that there couldn't have been anyone standing out there, as there would have been footprints in the snow.

The second officer tells her that she is probably just tired and her imagination was playing tricks on her. He beckoned at the TV where the horror movie she had been watching was still playing. "Stuff like that didn't help matters, either,'' he said smiling. Kelly smiled too, more at her own immaturity than the officer's remark, still a little shaken.

As the police are about to leave, the male officer stops and looks behind the sofa that Kelly had been sitting on. His jaw drops and eyes widen in shock. Kelly and the other officer notice his reaction and follow his gaze; they both gasp. There were wet footprints and a discarded knife on the carpet behind the couch.

Kelly hadn't seen the man outside he door; she'd seen his reflection when he was standing behind her.

Arabella

A little girl, Penny Wall was given a small doll by her parents. The doll was a gift from an ancient great aunt who had now passed on.

Penny was instantly unnnerved by the doll, which had nasty little black eyes that seemed to follow her around the room and a sinister grin on her face. Nevertheless, Penny had to accept the doll, as she was well brought up and didn't want to upset her parents by refusing to take it.

Her parents told her that the doll's name was Arabella, which made Penny even more afraid of it; it seemed to make it more human. Even so, it was just a doll, barely reaching above her knee, so to put her mind at rest, she hid Arabella into the little cupboard under the stairs, under some boxes where her parents wouldn't see her.

It wasn't until a few nights later, when Penny was lying in bed, that she heard a noise a shuffling sound that went on for about five minutes. Then, a brief dragging noise and finally, a scuttling like light footsteps running very fast.

Penny was paralyzed with fear, her knuckles turning white from clutching her blanket. Then, she heard a voice - soft and eerily childlike - yet quiet enough not to wake her parents. Penny always slept with the door open and the lamp in the hall on, as she was still a little scared of the dark. Therefore, she could hear more through her open door. Penny heard the voice say "Penny, I'm on the first step" And then a loud scrabbling again, as whatever was speaking apparently turned tail and returned to wherever it had come from.

The little girl didn't sleep a wink that night, but laid in fear until the break of dawn when her mother got her up for school and when she tried to explain what had happened, her parents passed it off as "just a dream".

The next night, Penny fought against sleep, but eventually drifted off, only to be woken again by the sinister voice: "Penny, I'm on the fifth step" Penny was crying by now, and again, she didn't sleep that night. The next night, Penny decided to shut her bedroom door and reluctantly slept without the light on.

Just as she was about to doze, Penny heard the noise, and then the voice "Penny, I'm on the top step" Penny knew that her door was closed, but she was still terribly afraid. Her heart pounding, she slowly go up to investigate; she screamed.

Penny's parents found her body at the bottom of the stairs. Arabella was found at her side- smiling

Answer 3

try on americanfolklore.net

Answer 4

What about the so-called 2012 doomsday thing!

Answer 5

theres ALOT here!

http://www.americanfolklore.net/powers-d...

lol have fun but jolt at ur friends at the end of the stories

Answer 6

Other than some parts in The Shining, there is a short story in Sephen King's book Everything's Eventul that was rpetty chilling.It is called The Man in the Black Suit.

Here is a summary of it:

The story tells of Gary, a nine year-old boy, whose brother had died not long ago. One day Gary goes out fishing and falls asleep. When he awakens, he discovers a man in a black three-piece suit with as is described in the story, glowing, burning eyes, as if there's a fire inside him, looming over him, with pale skin and claws for fingers, and horrible, sharp, shark-like teeth when he grins. The man--whose body odor smells like burnt match heads-- tells Gary terrible things: that his mother has died while he was away, and that the man intends to eat him. Gary does not believe at first, but soon realizes that this man is actually the devil, and makes his escape by throwing his caught fish at the stranger; he then runs off as the creature swallows the fish whole and pursues the boy to the outskirts of the forest. The things the man said were false, but Gary is still haunted by the incident for the rest of his life.

You tell this story, you will scare the c**p out fo your friends.