Once in the 1600s there was a little girl and boy, their mother and father and a grandmother. They all lived in a little cottage in the middle of the woods.

So the little girl and boy went out to find something for their grandmother as it was her birthday. After a while the girl saw a rose and picked it up.The boy saw her with the rose and asked her to give him it. She refused .

So later on the boy gave his grandmother the rose. "Thank you." she said " But where is your sister ?" The boy just shrugged his shoulders. The Mother started to get very worried so the father grandmother and the boy went lookimg for her.

When the mother gets worried she normally plays the piano in the attic so she went to the piano. As she was playing a tune she heard a faint singing voice.. "Your playing on my bones, your playing on my bones.Your not the one who killed me or took away my rose." It was the little girls voice.

When the others returned she told them of this happening. The Father then played the piano and the same thing happened to him. Then it happened to the grandmother. So the little boy played the piano..... "Your playing on my bones, your playing on my bones. You ARE the one who killed me and took away my ROSE."

A beautiful 8 year old girl, Izzy, got this adorable china doll for her birthday. She called her Sam. One day Izzy was playing with her doll until her mom called her for bed. Izzy put the doll in the basement and went up to bed.

In the middle of the night she heard weird noises. Then she heard "China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, now they're dead." Izzy fell back into a troubled sleep.

In the morning she raced to her parents room and they were dead. She cried as her brother planned the funeral. Izzy did not play with Sam that day. She went up to bed early and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night she heard chanting again. China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, china doll, china doll in your brothers room now hes dead" Izzy shivered and fell into another troubling sleep.

In the morning she went to her brothers room, he was dead. She spent the day in her room and wouldn't come out. Night fell again and she went to sleep.

She heard the chanting again. "China doll, china doll in the basement, china doll, china doll on the stairs, china doll, china doll in your parents room, china doll, china doll in your brothers room, china doll, china doll in your room" She gazed up to see the doll. "Now you're...dead"

The police found her the next day with no sign of the murderer. All they heard was chuckling in the distance. The chuckle of a brown haired brown eyed china doll on the hunt for her next victim.

Beware, if you have a china doll I suggest you love them and care for them and hope they're not evil. I warn you the china doll is still on the loose and claims a new family every few days. Don't say I didn't warn you.

When I was little, my uncle Davy used to always scare my cousins and I. He would hide and then when we would run by, he'd jump out and grab us. Of course, we all thought of it as a little joke. No one got hurt, no one got to scared.

In the summer of my 12th birthday, uncle Davy and his family packed up and moved to our town. He moved about a block away, in this teal colored, torn down mansion. It was gorgeous after they fixed it up, but my cousins Paige and Beau complained about the noises they heard from upstairs and the library in the evening. My aunt and uncle didn't pay enough attention to realize what was going on. So, they typically ignored the area.

Summer turned into fall and fall turned into winter. It was a day or two before Christmas, and we (my whole family) had a get-together at my uncle Davy's house. My uncle was in the trickery mood, so he was scaring the toddlers with scary voices, and trying to freak me out by jumping out, or messing with the tv's or phone's. Little did we know, the new's on television was having an emergency broadcast.

My uncle was hiding noticably, when I turned around avoiding him. about 10 minutes went by, and no one saw uncle Davy. He usually gave up within two minutes or so. I went looking for him. When I passed the bathroom, I heard heavy breathing. I ventured down past a bedroom to the stairs. I stopped and turned back around. I was acting like I forgot something, saying stuff like "oh darn, I forgot!".

He fell for it, and when he jumped out to get me. He covered my mouth, and gripped me tight. I panicked, knowing uncle Davy would never do that. I tried screaming, but through the dirty hands covering my mouth, it sounded like faint mumbling. I saw glimpses of the shoes and pants of this stranger. It was torn trousers and barefeet.

I finally turned around, noticing that it was the ghost Paige and Beau were talking about. It looked to fit their description perfectly. After I stumble-ran down the flight of stairs, I ran for uncle Davy, huggin him. He was hiding in his favorite spot, the old slave hideout underneath the stairs.

When I flung open the door, he jumped out arms wide open. But not for a hug. I did anyways. No one knows about this, I never told this story. Please, keep it to yourselfs?

Once upon a time there lived 4 kids. But then they didn't have real parents, because they were adopted. But whoever adopted them died, because they were old.

Then, the older sisters took care of me and my little brother. But then people started reading the newspaper, that Veronica was a nice nanny to take care of care 4 kids. But people stareted saying don't let Veronica take care of u guys. But they didn't believe in the people.

So Veronica, came and went in the house. She said, "Is there any boys in your house?" And the sister said, "yes" And she said,"yeah we have a little brother." Then she said "Can i meet him inside his room, by himself?"

Then Veronica stared eating the liitle boy. Then the sisters went inside the room and saw Veronica, eat the little boy. Then Veronica shocked the 2 older sisters and started eating them, and 1 little sister was left. She was running as fast as she can, and ate her all up, and she was a crunchy little meal. THE END

p.s.---whoze up next??????? :p

One night, my friend was staying over my house. We stayed up late, but she finally went to bed, while I stayed up watching TV. Finally I decided to go to sleep.

Our cell phones were off, but I heard mine ring. I just let it go to my voicemail, not realizing I had turned it off. It rang again, and I once again let it go. Who would call me at midnight anyway? Probably some friends prank calling me.

The next morning, I looked to see who called, and then it came to me: my phone was off! I turned it on, thinking I had dreamed the whole thing, but then my phone beeped, saying I had 2 voicemails from my friend who slept over! I thought to myself, "maybe she pranked me." But then I realized, she was asleep when my phone rang, so it couldn't have been her!

I turned her phone on, and I checked recent calls. Nothing was there. I checked my recent calls and nothing was there either. I checked my voicemail, and I heard my friends voice, crying, and saying I am sorry over and over again, for both messages. When I asked her about it, she had no idea what I was talking about.

Ever since that night, I never check my voicemail from people who call me at midnight, because it reminds me of my midnight crisis.

One night my friends and I walked along the streets of cupertino california. We were all just cruising around because we were havin a sleepover that night and our moms told us to be home by 10. It was about 8:50 when my friends and I were eating ice cream in baskin robbins.

Suddenly a screaming mother came in and said "MY SON MY SON HE IS IN TROUBLE!!!!!" The store manager asked her what she was talking about and she said that a man in a black mask grabbed her son and took him into a dark house. My friends and I were all looking for action so we decided to go in the house. The mom thanked us that we would try to help and warned us that the man had an ax.

We crossed the street went into a dark alleyway and saw the house. My friend started to freak out when he heard the screaming so he decided to stay outside. Now it was just my4 other friends and me.

We entered the house and saw that there was a trail of blood. Suddenly we heard screams behind us and noticed that there was only 4 of us there.

We all started to freak that one of our friends was gone and as stupid as we were we ran upstairs. Suddenly my friend shouted out that he couldnt take a scary death and ran out the window. We looked out and his body was crumpled and his bones were split. We all started to scream and ran around the house.

Next thing i knew we were all split apart. Suddenly I heard scream after scream and followed the sound. When I got to the spot i saw one of my friends beheaded and the other with his body parts split. I started to freak because this was the scariest thing I had ever experienced.

Out of nowhere a man in a black mask, holding a 1 foot axe ran at me. He started screaming "MURDER" I ran as fast as I could down the stairs and out the door. My other friend was there with a horrified face.

We both ran back to baskin robbins and told the mother everything. To this day i still wonder why i was the one who didnt die that night.

There was once a little girl called Freda. She liked going on the net spending all her life's hours on myspace and youtube.

One day after getting home from school she rushed to the computer kicking her little brother off so she could log on to her myspace. Her brother was angry because he did not get to finish sending the chain letter comments.

After remaking her myspace page she began reading her comments. One of the comments was sent by her brother and said WARNING you have 1 hour to send this comment to at least 80 people or you will DIE! If you send to more than 80 but less than 100 a small gnoam will come at night night do something horrible to you. If you send to 100 people you will live happily ever after.

Freda got freaked out so she sent it to all her friends. She sent it to as many people as she could but there wasn't enough friends on her myspace and by the time the hour was over she only sent the message to 85 people.

After a few hours on the computer Freda's mum told her to come down stairs because her grandma came over. She greeted them all and gave there whole family presents and gifts and was so excited to see them. Freda was so happy to see her grandma she forgot about the chain letter. She went straight to bed.

When she woke up the next day her brother was dead. The next night she woke up one of her arms were missing and her face was mutated. In shock she called 911 and was taken to hospital. While in hospital she opened the present her grandma gave her and found a toy gnoam that was always smiling and had large eyes and a piece of string that made the gnaom laugh when you pulled it.

I have lived in California for several years in peace; but for about the last nine years a dark entity has disrupted our lives. My wife and I have seen a apparition of a dark haired woman in blue jeans and a white shirt many occasions.

Along with weird things happening, the tv & radios coming on and turning off by themself. Five time my car started up on its own. The first time it was 1:47 am the alarm in the garage went off when the police arrived there was no one to be seen. The second time scared the living you know what out of me! This time it was 12:13 am, i was figuring; im going to catch this person in the act, also i told my wife to call the police, forgetting that i have all ready set the alarm.

I flung the door open; at first I looked around no one was in the garage, then i look to see if they were ducking under the dash, there are 7 steps going down into my garage so the advantage point was good for looking into the car. Anyway: as i was looking into my car when all of a sudden, the headlight came on and the motor started and reved up (thinking to my self) there are going to ram the house or the garage door, in the mean time the police were blocking the garage door.

then all at once the motor and the headlights turned off. the one police officers that came threw the side door earlyer had also witnessed the event, when he looked in my car there was no one there. He told me that: If he had not seen that with his own eyes he would not have believed it.

A week after that. A figure that looked like a small child was twice seen running away from someone or something in my hallway. Last month our preacher tried to bless the house when all at once he was stopped in the hallway by an overpowering force that pushed him through the bathroom door. J

ust then we heard a voice of a little boy saying help me! This ugly old hag is trying to hurt me,and she will not let me go. This was followed by a female voice of a telling us that; you can`t have him, the child is mine. Then all at once dark mist formed, knocking my grandson into a wall, we have sense moved from there

The last three nights in Febuary before the 29th of every leap year , a ragged old ghost will take his earthly form and can always be seen hanging around the amtrack station in Phoeniz, AZ. The new workers at the station will kept running him and others tramp off, but night after night he would return. He kept accosting people, of shouting, The 29th, its coming! It's coming for you!" Whenever anyone asked him, what was coming for him, he would just hang his head and cry, Then saddly he just walks away and vanishes into the night fallowed by a lone mccobb whistle that sound like its from an old steem engine from long age. E

ight years ago, when this happend, the man did not dissapier into the night. The new Stationmaster " Not knowing the Legend" confronted the man and threatened to call the police if he did not cease and desist.

He finaly told The Stationmaster: "I dun wrong! I killed a man that cheated me at cards, and now I'm a going to half to pay that price!" "The Express Train for Hell is coming on the 29 of Febuary at 12:00am, for my soul! please,You've got to help me please!"

He broke away from the Stationmaster and ran for the door. The time was one minutes to midnight. At that moment, an old sound of a steam locomotive that had not been heard in years introduced itself once again. A long whistle blew once, then twice more.

The stationmaster was startled.because he knew the next train wasn't due until 12:05. The old tramp started screaming when he heard the whistle. The Stationmaster could hear the roar and chug of an old steam engine, approaching fast. Infact, too fast to stop at the station. The old man was standing at the edge of the platform, staring down the tracks in frozen terror.

The Stationmaster ran forward to grabbed the old tramp and to pull him out of harm's way. The train whistle sounded again. A hot rush of air blew against everyone near the platform and the Stationmaster heard the roar of an invisible train passing directly in front of him. He heard the hiss of the steam and the screech of flanges against iron rails; he felt the wind whipping our hair and faces, but saw nothing?

All at once the old tramp started to screaming in agony, like he was being burned alive! From out of the stationmaster hold The man had vanished, leaving the Stationmaster wondering at first; Were the man had gone? The roar of the invisible train faded into the distance and then ceased to be seen or heard. The stationmaster glanced at the station clock. "It was 12:00 am; Febuary 29".

The Stationmaster was staring down the tracks. And all around him, the waiting passengers and other bystanders were gasping and murmuring in fright. "he was right," the Stationmaster murmured to himself. "It did come for him!" He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his brow.

A trembling passenger who was standing near the Stationmaster turned to ask him: "Sir, what in the heck was that?" he asked. "Son, im sorry to say this: but i believe that was the Express Train to Hell," . He shook his head and that seem to bring him back to his senses.

"Why don't you go back into the station and tell the attendant to pour you and every one else a drink?" as he walked away from the trembling man. The Stationmaster walked through the station door and then turned to address the rest of the dazed and frightened passengers.

"Nothing to worry about folks," he said. "It was just an express train passing through. The next train will be here in five minutes." The stationmaster's reassuring manner seemed to calmed almost everyone down. People turned away from the empty tracks and settled back into their seats, whispering to each other about the strange events that had just taken place.

Then the Stationmaster went into his office, closed the door, and poured himself a stiff drink to calm his nerves. "Well, that's one for the books," he muttered softly. " 12 am-Express Train to Hell." Shaking his head, i guess the man just should have asked the good lord for forgiveness? "well, i hade better get back to work".

There was once an 12 year-old girl named Alyssa, and she absolutley adored tigers.

Once, her, her dad and her 11 year old sister, Brianna, were at a carnival and there was a prize table, with the biggest, most beautiful stuffed tiger Alyssa had ever seen. Their dad HATED the prize tables. He thought they were a huge waste of money.

Alyssa knew this, but she asked him if they could go there anyway. The game was called 'Shooting Star' When he saw what you had to do, he was semi-interested. "So, If you knock out the star, you win a BIG prize of your choice?" Asked Alyssa and Brianna's dad.

"That's right. 5 bucks a shot." Replied the the guy at the prize table, as he handed him a Bibi gun. The first try, he won a tiny cow, and he handed it to Brianna.

On his second try, he knocked out the star and got the big one of his choice. Of course, Alyssa grabbed the tiger right away. There was some fighting between the two girls and Brianna decided she was happy with her cow, so Alyssa had the tiger to herself. Little did she know the tiger was the worst thing she'd ever pick at a prize table.

At night, after Alyssa had put her tiger away, (which was outside of her room) She heard scratching at her door. She just thought it was the dog or cat, so she ignored it. A few minutes later she heard yelps, barking and meowing. She opened her door and started to run down the stairs, with the rest of the family following. There in plain daylight, (even though it was night time) her dog and cat were dead on the floor, ripped to shreds.

She had the strangest feeling, and had and urge to check where she had left the tiger before she went to bed. Sure enough, it was gone, and on the couch with a bloody face. She cut it in half, and put each half in a different dumpster.

Ok, let's just forget the gorier details. Let's just say when her family woke up, Alyssa's heart wasn't beating anymore and there was a tiger in the hall...