Scary Stories of Being in Hell Awards

[Abe-gun]

Mine would be called; House Next Door

I'm not going to tell it yet....I want five ppl to post one like this to me first...keep the name, but tell your own version of the story...at the end of the five ppls topic, I'll choose the one that's the closest to mine, and then I'll make an enternet award for them....and then everybody can screw around and tell their OWN title and their OWN story.... have fun!!!!!

[dark_xinos]

I don't get it. Do we make up a story with that title or is there a known story that we change around?

[Disgruntled Intern]

I'm not sure who closed the topic, but I re opened it and moved it to MA&L.

It has potential, should abe gun explain the rules.

[Abe-gun]

Well, see, yes...you use the title I made (house next door) and make up a story that goes with that title...the person that gets the story closest to the way I'd make it, wins an award...to be on my buddylist...then once you're done, we can all screw around and just tell Scary Stories Of Being In Hell.... rules are:

1. No cussing in the story unless you use these: "***"

2. No sexual content

3. There can not be a god in the story...only a devil

4: Use this for questions: (...) and this for out of story:
((...))

and last but not least, 5.

YOU MAY NOT A CHARACTER!!! YOU HAVE TO
BE IN THE STORY!!!!!!!!!

Sound like fun? well then, let's get this show on the road!!!!

Oh yeah! And rule 6: YOU have to die in the end (that's the un-fun part)....

-Abe-Gun

[slogster]

well im fab at makin storys but ialways put gods or
heros in them well can u make it oddworld
well i can make the glukkons win or someit

[Abe-gun]

It'll be like YOU in hell....and you have to die in the end

[89da11]

I think i might join in with this, hmmmmm think of a story.... Hmmmm... I'd better get thinking.

[Abe-gun]

Yaaaaay! Two (or one) CUSTOMER(S)!!!!!!

[Canned Gabbiar]

The man turned into a small street, leaving the bright lights of the main road behind him. The sound of cars slowly disappeared and soon the only sounds were the rythmic tapping of his shoes on the pavement and the calm droning of crickets. He continued down the street to where his house was. The crickets continued their repetetive melody. As he walked, it grew darker. The man looked up.

"The street lights are out," he remarked to himself.

He continued down the street, his steps in syncronisation with the crickets' chirping. The moonlight was just enough for him to see where he was going. As he walked the ground was becoming wet. It had not been raining that day.

"Mrs. Carter must've been watering her garden again," he thought.

He could see the end of the street now. The crickets continued their song. A ball of some sort lay in the middle of the sidewalk. The man kicked it, sending it rolling into his yard. The pavement was wet with a sticky substance.

"What is this?" He wanted to see what it was, but the moonlight was inadequate.

He had now reached his house, a two floor building painted white. He stepped up onto the porch and turned on the light. The front door was smeared with a dark red.

The man stepped back and turned around. The sidewalk was covered with red patches. His heart was beating faster faster, his breathing uneven. A rustling came from behind a tree. The crickets stopped their song. The man turned to the direction of the sound. His feet turned to lead weights. His heartbeat was so loud that you could clearly hear each individual thump.

"Help me..." he uttered softly, although he knew no-one would come...

[Abe-gun]

that must've just been a warm-up because you were supposed to be in the story....go look for the rules first.... (THIS IS A MUST-READ: LOOK AT THE RULES BEFORE PARTICIPATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Oh, yeah.... and that was really good, CG! Great job!

[Canned Gabbiar]

Um no, it says "you may not put yourself in the story". Rule number 4. And what does it matter? It's not good to tell people what should be in a story.

Anyway, thank ye very much. I thought my story was pretty crap actually... I haven't written in a while...

[Abe-gun]

Oh, why the hek isn't NE1 replying? what the HECK? This post sucks...so if the mods don't mind, deleat if it gets NE worse! JEEZ!!!!!!! this thing is getting worse....I can feel a scream comin' on....


AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

....Oh well, reply to this post, gosh darn it!!! this is getting bad....MAN I stink.....why won't NE1 reply??????!!!!!!!!!

[slogster]

my name is john this is my story of how
my life ended

there was a moving van out side it
could only mean one thing that our new naibors
had finnaly moved into the house next door
the house was said to be haunted

that night john could not get to sleep
all he could hear is hwling and screms
he even swore he saw a devil at the
bottom of his bed
he decided to cheack out wat was happing
he got out of his bed he got changed
then he snuck out side
he entered the house next door to find
it was empty it was no problem getting inside
he searthed the house little did he know that this
family were a bunch of monsters

he entered a room and found a coldran
whats going on here whisperd john
the door closed behind him
argghhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! john scremed as he
was grabed from be hind
we wont hurt u said a old lady
but gran ma we were gona eat him said a little boy
yes my dear we are weres your mother
shes setting the coldren granma
john was punched and blacked out

he woke in a coldran a bunch of monsters
were in front of him there was a zonbie who was
like the father of the famly
there was 2 witchs one younger than the other
and a little werewolf
were am i asked john in terrior
your gona be in hell soon little boy
said the zombie
yeh added the were wolf

jhons mother and father searthed for him
there was no luck
the police coudent find him a body
jhon was prosumed dead
as he is dead his ghost wonders round the house next door
undesterbed
the end

[salty pretzils]

...If I do decide to participate, I need a few things clearing up.
1) Do I have to write in first person?
2) Am I allowed to make up other characters?
3)If so, could we have sections from their p.o.v?
4) Can we have supernatarul occurences?

Well, that's all I want to know.
And, by the way, I like your story, Slogster.

[Abe-gun]

alrighty then...this has been going on too long and not much people replied...I'll just tell my story.

House next door


Jenna and her brother, tim always got in fights.
Once, Jenna even slammed her brother into the wall.
But, the only thing good that settled the fights was the said sorry.
The only bad thing that settled the fights was...their mother. lol
So, one dark night...Jenna snuck out of bed.. "Tim," she said to the kid sleeping that was in the next room, "I can't sleep." "me neither," the boy replied tiredly. "Leave me alone, so I CAN sleep." "Tim," "yeah?" "you know the house next door that was believed to be haunted....you know...owned by that old lady?" "yeah." "get dressed....come on. we're going on a little mystery solving." "WHAT?" Tim said, suprised as h***. "For months..no...years...no...since we moved here...I wanted to go to that house....and wanted to find out if it really was haunted..." "Well," said Tim, "Now's not a good time." Jenna slapped Tim. "Just get up!" she said through gritted teeth. "Great timing, Jenna...I 'owe' you one." Tim got up and dressed. So did Jenna. When they were dressed, Jenna made sure her mother wasn't watching. Then she nodded and slowly walked out the door. "OW OW OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWERRRRRRRR!!!!" wolf. parents rushing feet trying to get to the door. rustling bushes as Jenna and Tim jumped in to hide. "hmm...." "maybe our kids have something to do with this?" mom suggested. Jenna shuttered. "nonsense!!!" yelled hid dad as he closed the door. "phew." "That was close." "Let's not let it get any closer!!!" said Jenna. "Now let's go." when they walked into the house........it was deserted. it was a fancy, nice house...not as big as a mansion, though. They climbed up the stairs...and "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!" "A bansee!!!!" Yelled Tim. "RUN!" Jenna went this way, and Tim went that way, and they later returned to the room....looking, and feeling, quite different..... "You're groing hair!" yelled Tim. "LOOK! It's Harry Jenna, the famouse witch...no...warewolf!!!!! ha!" usually, Jenna would hit Tim...this time, she uttered out a long, peircing howl. Her teeth started dripping with slobber. "Oh, great joke...." Tim said. "You're a natrual-born-comedian, sis." then, he too, started howling, "NO!" he cried then howled once. "we're turning in-HOOOOWWWWLLL!!!!!!!!-to were-" but Tim never finished. He began growing a tail and big ears. sharp fangs...claws....but his sister was already a werewolf. then...they were in full form...and they found tons more werewolfs.... Jenna wrote a something on a little peice of paper, Were you once kids, too? she wrote. they all nodded... THEN LETS HAVE REVENGE!!!!!! they unlocked the house's door and started attacking citisens of the neighborhood. then the Baha men appeared. "WHO LET THE WOLFS OUT????" "were...were...werewolfs!" "WHO LET THE WOLFS OUT????" "were...were...werewolfs!"Then the devil came and killed them. "Stupid f*cking rap music these days. f*ck them all."Then Jenna came up to the devil...so did tim. The devil sliced them both in half. The end. Umm...Okay...this is the part where we either close the topic...or screw around and tell scary stories of being in Hell.

[Abe-gun]

CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT! CLOSE IT! no, really, i'm not kidding!

[Abe16]

Lets make it like a stephen King story I'll join!