Creepy stories

[shiv96]

Please don't Kill me Kotora
Your Scaring me

[Kotora]

Anybody remember that show called Candle Cove? it was really interesting hehe. I was talking about it on another forum, read the whole thing then watch the video




Here's an episode, last one that aired i think.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2h5ym6ZlVY


Seriously the boat towards the end of the video still gives me nightmares, does anybody else find the boat creepy?

[gr4ph1kP4ND4]

that last one... i was expecting something much more... dramatic... idk like it turned out that it wasnt a tv show that it actually happened or something...... who knows

[gr4ph1kP4ND4]

btw i didnt see a boat >.>
<.<

[Kotora]

btw i didnt see a boat >.>
<.<

Uhmm? What are you talking about? The boat starts to appear around 0:45 or something, right after the skintaker goes off from the screen.

[gr4ph1kP4ND4]

THEY DO NOT!

[Kotora]

THEY DO NOT!

lol seriously, what are you trying to pull off here?

I'm not the only one who sees the boat, check the comments. :\







Maybe you clicked the wrong vid? What are you seeing?

[gr4ph1kP4ND4]

*sobs* fer real yall.... >.<
not. cool.
*sobs*

[Kotora]

*sobs* fer real yall.... >.<
not. cool.
*sobs*

OK, here's a different episode maybe it's just loading a different vid on your computer?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjP6e...eature=related

An earlier episode, haha kids cartoons back then used to be so fucked up, I can't believe they even thought about airing this, Pirate Percy was annoying as hell, specially in this episode. :|

[gr4ph1kP4ND4]

Down the street, from where I live, there's a cemetery. I've been in this house for as long as I can remember. I live with my mother, and my father. I am 6 or 7 years old, and my favorite color is blue. Every Sunday I go to church with my mommy and daddy, and I go to school during the day. At school, we color pictures and play games a lot. But all of this is beside the point. I'm here to tell you a story. I do hope you like it.

Before something happened to me, I used to know whenever there was a funeral. A long hearse would roll down the street, with cars following slowly behind it. People would step out and cry into their handkerchiefs, of hold their hands in front of their faces, to cover up their puffy eyes. Children would stand abnormally still, the elderly wore faces with even older, more worn out looks than usual. Adults would shake their heads and teens would have this look that said, "thank God it wasn't me." Everyone was relieved when they got to go. No one liked to be around that cemetery, especially me.

That old cemetery was filled with graves, some of them crumbling to pieces and others were shiny and new, as if they were carved just yesterday. Most graves were in family sections, marked off by a fence or a ring of stone in the ground. All the graves said things like, "Rest In Peace," or, "Here Lies A Loving Father and Brother." Fake and real flowers litter the graves, some of them faded and long forgotten, others fresh and some were even planted in the ground, growing out of the soft soil. Surrounding the cemetery is a whitewashed wooden picket fence, which looks oddly innocent for such a morbid place. All the graves inside the fence were well kept. Every day the cleaner man, his name is Martin, comes by and sweeps up the rows of the dead. Sometimes you can find him shining up an old, forgotten grave. Mr. Martin paid attention to all the graves, except one. You see, there was one little grave just outside the fence. The fence had been built after this one little grave had been planted. This grave was small, and very, very dirty. It used to say,

Here Lies Sweet Lucille Elizabeth Anderson
May Her Child's Soul Rest In Peace
1864-1870

But all of those sweet words were worn away, and the sweet memories of the child that laid beneath that grave went with them. All that was left was, "Here Lies Sw-" and then a picture of a lovely bow.

Lucille Elizabeth Anderson was a nice child, although she was a little energetic. She went to church, but she could never sit still through the whole service. She did her studies, with some help from her siblings, and she helped out with the chores. She was a natural at cross stitching, it was the only thing she could ever sit still for. Every Sunday, she went to church with her 7 siblings, and her mother and father, wearing a baby blue dress that never came home clean, and she insisted on wearing an old, tattered and faded blue calico ribbon in her hair. Her father had offered to buy her some new bows, but she hadn't wanted any of them. Her older sisters laughed at her whenever she wore that faded little bow, but she loved blue, and it was very hard to find blue calico ribbon for a good price anymore. It was after church one fateful Sunday, when Lucille lost her life. She had been playing near a river, when she fell in. No one really bothered looking, her father had too much work to do keeping the farm working and the family running, and her mother hadn't the heart to go looking for the body of her dead child. The Townsfolk found the child, sodden and drowned, with the blue calico bow clutched in her cold stiff hand. The Anderson Family planned burying her in their farm, for they hadn't thought it practical to reserve land in the town cemetery, which just cost even more money. The townsfolk stepped in though, and they reserved a small plot of land for the child. The pastor bought her a new blue calico ribbon, and tied it around her wrist as she was laid to rest. The little blue calico ribbon, the one that was ripped and faded, was tied around her head, and final goodbyes were given from everyone except her family, who had refused to attend a funeral that they hadn't agreed to. After all these years though, her first blue calico ribbon has fallen to tatters and her new blue ribbon looks almost just like her old one did, and Lucille really misses her family.

Just a few months ago, there was a funeral at that cemetery. A little girl by the name of Lucy had been there with her parents. She wasn't much like the other children who came to the cemetery. Unlike the other kids, she never stayed still. Her mother pushed her off, so that she wouldn't bother the rest of the mourners. Lucy walked through the aisles of graves, and occasionally she fixed up one of the vases of flowers, some of which had been turned over. Poor Mr. Martin had so much work to do on his own, Lucy thought it would be kind to clean up one of the graves for him. She wondered through the rows of dead, looking for the dirtiest grave she could find. Finally she pulled back some dead branches and found a cute little grave, with a ribbon carved into the front. Lucy started pulling away the dead leaves and branches, and she used the edge of her skirt and some spit to wipe away some of the dirt and grime that had collected there. Lucy sat there for a while, not making a sound, until her mother called for her.




I run over to my momma, after hearing my name called. The sad times must be over. I truly do hate this place, it gives me the creeps. I run as fast as my legs will carry me, and that's pretty fast cause I'm the fastest at my school, if I remember correctly.
"Darling what have you been doing??? Your new dress... Oh darling it's probably ruined!!" Asks my momma.
"I was helping Mr. Martin out a bit. Come look I cleaned up Lu... Luc... I cleaned up a little grave over here! Come and see momma!" I jump up and down with excitement.
"Not now darling. Now's not a good time..." Momma sighs. "Say... where'd you get this blue ribbon around your wrist? Don't tell me its part of your dress!"
"Oh... This old thing? I really love this thing, and it's hard to find any more like this now... Can I keep it momma?"
"Sure darling..." momma sighed again, "I need a drink... let's go home... I cant believe you got your new dress so dirty. It's like every time we go out I have to buy you something new for the next time..." Momma mumbles.

I grab my momma's hand and pull her along. "Let's go home now momma. I want to do a new craft I learned. It's called Cross stitching!"
"Ok darling, when we get home..."

"Hey momma?"
"Yes?"
"I missed you so, so dearly."