Scary Stories

[SOLANUM]

I like to get festive this time of year, soooo ima type out some storys for ya to read.

 

Note that I'm typing these out of a book I have in front of me so expect typos.

 

First one is called:

 

-The Wendigo-

 

A wealthy man wanted to go hunting in a part of northern Canada where few people have ever hunted. He traveled to a trading post and tried to find a guide to take him. But no one would do it. It was too dangerous they said.

 

Finally, he found an Indian who needed money badly and agreed to take him. The Indian's name was DeFago.

 

They made camp in the snow near a large frozen lage. For three days they hunted, but they had nothing to show for it. The third night a windstorm came up. They lay in their tent listening to the wind howling and the trees whipping back and forth.

 

To see the storm better, the hunter opened up the tent flap. What he saw startled him. There wasn't a breath of air, stirring, and the trees were standing perfectly still. Yet he could hear the wind howling. And the more he listented, the more it sounded as if it were called DeFago's name.

 

"Da-faaaaaaay-go!" it called. "Da-faaaaaaaaay-go!" "I must be losing my mind" the hunter thought. But DeFago had gotten out of his sleeping bag. He was huddled in the corner of the tent, his head buried in his arms.

 

"Whats this all about?" the hunter asked.

"Its nothing." DeFago said.

 

But the wind continued to call to him. And DeFago became more tense and more restless.

 

"Da-Faaaaaay-go!" it called "Da-faaaaaay-go!"

Suddenly, he jumped to his feet and began to run from the tent. But the hunter grabbed him and wrestled him to the ground.

 

"You cant leave me out here!" the hunter shouted.

Then the wind called again, and DeFago broke loose and ran into the darkness. The hunter could hear him screaming as he went. Again and again he cried "Oh my fiery feet, my burning feet of fire..." Then his voice faded away, and the wind died down.

 

At daybreak, the hunter followed DeFago's tracks in the snow. They went through the woods, down toward the lake, then out onto the ice.

 

But soon he noticed something strange. The steps DeFago had taken got longer and longer. They were so long no human being could have taken them. It was as if something had helped him to hurry away.

 

The hunter followed the tracks out to the middle of the lake, but they soon disappeared. At first he thought that DeFago had fallen through the ice, but there wasnt any hole. Then he thought something had pulled him off the ice into the sky. But that made no sense.

 

As he stood wondering what had happened, the wind picked up again. Soon it was howling as it had the night before. Thjen he heard DeFago's voice. It was coming from up above, and again he heard DeFago screaming. "...My firey feet, my burning feet..." But there was nothing to be seen.

 

Now the hunter wanted to leave that place as fast as he could. He went back to camp and packed. Then he left some food for DeFago, and he started out. Weeks later he reached civilization.

 

The following year he went back to hunt in that area again. He went to the same trading post to look for a guide. The people there could not explain what had happened to DeFago that night. But they had not seen him since then.

 

"Maybe it was the Wendigo," one of them said, and he laughed. "Its supposed to come with the wind. It drags you along at great speed until your feet are burned away, and more of you than that. Then it carries you into the sky, and it drops you. Its just a crazy story, but thats what some of the Indians say."

 

A few days later the hunter was at the trading post again. An Indian came in and sat by te fire. He had a blanked wrapped around him, and he wore his hat so you could not see his face. The hunter thought there was something familiar about him.

 

He walked over and asked, "Are you DeFago?"

The Indian didnt answer.

"Do you know anything about him?"

No answer

He began to wonder if something was wrong, if the man needed help. But he couldnt see his face.

 

"Are you all right?" he asked.

No answer.

To get a look at him, he lifted the Indian's hat. Then he screamed.

 

There was nothing under the hat but a pile of ashes.

----------------------------------------------------

 

Enjoy.(or dont)

 

More to come later.

[Coffee Crisp]

I like making people's eye's hurt.

 

Nice post.

 

I didn't read any of it.

[SOLANUM]

Nice post.

 

I didn't read any of it.

 

Hai, its not a wall of text. I split it up.

[Coffee Crisp]

Hai, its not a wall of text. I split it up.

 

My eyes start to burn when I see a lot of words no matter what

[Mercy]

gif more loser

[Kung Fu Panda]

more then 9 words....:001_unsure: im lost!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

JK

[Coffee Crisp]

Yay you made it smaller. Now my eyes won't hurt as much. I love you!

 

BTW now that I've finished reading it. I thought it was a pretty win story lol.

[SOLANUM]

Another quick one:

 

-Somthing Was Wrong-

 

One morning John Sullivan found himself walking along a street downtown. He could not explain what he was doing therem or how he got there, or where he had been earlier. He didnt even know what time it was.

 

He saw a woman walking toword him and stopped her. "I'm afraid I forgot my watch," he said, and smiled. "Can you tell me the time?" When she saw him, she screamed and ran.

 

Then John Sullivan noticed that other other people were afraid of him aswell. When they saw him coming, they flattened themselves against a building, or ran across the street to stay out of his way.

 

"There must be somthing wrong with me" John thought. "I'd better go home."

 

He hailed a taxi, but the driver took one look at him and sped away.

 

John didnt understand what was going on, and it scared him. "Maybe somebody at home can come and get me," he thought. He found a telephone and called his wife, but a voice he did not recognize answered.

 

"Is Mrs. Sullivan there?" he asked

"No, she at a funeral," the voice said. "Mr. Sullivan was killed yesterday in an accident downtown."

[Modgers1]

Here's a scary story...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cloud's Mom.

 

-Modgers

[GrayFox]

Here's a scary story...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cloud's Mom.

 

-Modgers

 

Not as scary of the Tale of the Haunted Woods of Ms. Modgers.