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  2. CupidzArrow CupidzArrow
    posted a quote
    June 30, 2011 1:18am UTC
    S C ARY STORIES
    - for late night Wittyers #2
    A little girl’s parents went out for a business dinner so they hired a babysitter to watch her.
    “Can I have some ice cream?” the little girl, Holly asked after supper.
    “Sure” the babysitter, Beatrice said. “Where’s the freezer?”
    “In the basement, so are the nuts, cherries and candy and stuff.”
    When she went down to get the ice cream, she looked out the window to see a little girl standing outside. This didn’t strike her as too suspicious and she simply brushed it off.
    After she had given Holly her ice cream, Holly asked, “Can I have some hot fudge on this, please?”
    “Course,” was the quick reply.
    After Beatrice went back down into the basement to retrieve the hot fudge, she looked back out the window to see the same little girl, only wearing a red cape. She absentmindedly wondered if the girl was playing dress-up as she trudged back upstairs.
    “Got it,” she deadpanned after setting the hot fudge in the microwave and putting the thick chocolate goop on the ice cream.
    “Can I please have some nuts on this please…?”
    “Really?”
    “Puh-lease?”
    “Fine…” she sighed already heading back down the stairs. As she got the nuts out of a small cabinet in the wall she looked back out the window to see the same little girl in the red cape, holding a knife.
    As she ran upstairs she decided she was calling the police.
    “Ooh Thank you!” Holly squealed happily from her perch on her pink Disney Princess booster seat.
    “Uh-I-I yeah. Hey, Holly, I need you to-“
    “Oh no! Can I have a cherry on top, please?”
    Not wanting to alarm Holly, she decided that she would go get the cherries, then call the police after locking herself and Holly in the bathroom. There’s no way the little girl could get inside if the windows and doors were all locked.
    After slowly descending down the stairs, she opened the freezer with shaky arms.
    Daring to peek out of the window, she closed her eyes before staring out it.
    The same little girl, in the same red cape, holding the same knife was there. Only the knife now had blood on it.
    Running up the stairs, scared of what might await, she checked on Holly.
    Holly was dead, a small pool of blood forming on the floor under her.
    She ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind her before dialing 911.
    When the police arrived, the tearful mother and father were with them. The mother approached Beatrice, sobbing uncontrollably. “What happened?”
    “Oh God- I’m sorry oh God! I-I saw this little girl with this red cape and a knife outside your basement window!”
    The mother said, “We-we don’t have any basement windows, only mirrors…”

  3. CupidzArrow CupidzArrow
    posted a quote
    June 30, 2011 1:30am UTC
    S C ARY STORIES
    - for late night Wittyers #3
    I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry or scream.
    Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.
    He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours ago I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.
    Instead of doing the smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.
    I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell you that much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this thing was smarter than any caveman.
    It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a circle with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.
    To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.
    The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at, because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.
    I peek at the creatures masterpiece.
    "I know you're awake.'"

  4. CupidzArrow CupidzArrow
    posted a quote
    June 30, 2011 1:45am UTC
    S C ARY STORIES
    - for late night Wittyers #4
    My name is Selcia and I'm 17 years old. This scary event happened to me when I was only ten years old, but I still remember it...I am so freakin scared, thinking about what had happened 7 years ago.
    Anyways, I was playing dolls in my house when I heard a soft voice whisper behind my ear. I shivered, but I ignored it at first, thinking it was just a breeze coming from the window. I looked at the windows and saw to my shock that they weren't open. But I forgot about it, later on. It was onlyl a few minutes later, when I heard someone whisper in my ears again. This time, I could make out the words.
    "Celia, Celia, Celia." I looked around, but there was no one there. Then suddenly, I saw a little girl my age looking at me. She had a red skirt on with a white blouse. She looked pretty, if only her eyes weren't so dark and creepy. It almost looked like she had no eyeballs. Her mouth opened, and I only saw a black hole in it.
    She called out, "Celia, celia, celia........ come in... to... the cellar."
    It was so scary to listen to her dry and shivering voice. But I just stood still and listened to her. She then disappeared. I then opened the door and walked down the cellar stairs.
    I saw the little girl again, and this time she was pointing at the ancient looking wall. She motioned with her hands as if she was tearing something down. I was confused, so I went back upstairs. I went in the kitchen to look for mother. I found her at the table and told her about the little girl. She grew pale, death pale, after I described how the girl looked like. She became frenzied and so scared I felt like I wanted to cry. But she shushed me and asked where the girl was. I told her down in the cellar and we both went down there.
    I said that the red skirt girl was making tearing motions at the wall and my mother grew even more frantic. She called some carpenters and asked them to tear down the wall in the cellar. They came that same day and soon broke the wall. Inside, we found a small skeleton with a torn white blouse and red skirt. I was scared as h*** at that time.
    My mother started to cry, saying how her little sister, Rose, disappeared wearing those same clothes and how everyone was upset, except for her uncle. He was acting more scared and nervous at the time, then upset.
    We then went to mothers uncle's house and found him there. When we told him about the hidden body, he nearly fainted, but wouldn't say anything. Finally, he broke down and said that he tried to molest (sexually harass) the little girl when no one was looking, and Rose tried to run away. He was afraid that she would rat him out so he killed her and hid her body behind the wall of the cellar.

    (CupidzArrow)

  5. CupidzArrow CupidzArrow
    posted a quote
    June 30, 2011 2:15am UTC
    S C ARY STORIES
    - for late night Wittyers #7
    Jessica was the neighborhoods most common babysitter. Everyone trusted her and she was used for the job often. The Jacksons, who she had babysat for in the past, were going out on their anniversary. They asked Jessica to babysit until around midnight. She accepted. Although usually she didn't like the idea of being home alone so late, she knew the Jacksons and she loved their kids. So the parents left and gave her the number to call if their were any problems. First, Jess fed the two kids and allowed them to stay up for a little while. At about 9:30pm, Jessica put the baby in the crib, and the four year old in her bed. Jessica decided to go watch TV in the living room for awhile. Until about 10:00pm, she was peacefully watching the television when she began to feel a little tired. The Jacksons had told her they didn't mind if she took a nap, as long as the kids were already in bed. Jessica pulled out a blanket and curled up on the couch. Five minutes passed and she suddenly heard loud footsteps kicking up the gravel on the side of the house. Her heart pounded, for she was an easily scared person. The steps approached the window she was lying directly under...
    Suddenly, he heard loud banging sounds on the window. "BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!" They went on for ten minutes, causing Jessica to freeze in place. She tried to figure out what the sound was, but she knew there weren't any trees or bushes anywhere near the window to be hitting it. Although the blinds were closed, she didn't want to lean up and look at the window. The banging began to get softer and softer. "Tap, tap, tap." Then it stopped. Jessica sat completely still, still frozen from fear. She glanced up at the clock..10:35pm. She shivered, wishing the parents would come home. Jessica was dead-tired. She was scared to death to fall asleep, but her eyes kept closing, she couldn't help it.
    Finally, at about 1am, she was awoken by Mrs. Jackson.
    "We're back now." She said.
    "Oh how was dinner?" Jess asked.
    "It was wonderful."
    "Um, Mrs. Jackson?" Jess asked kind of embarrassed to be asking an adult something like this considering she was fourteen years old.
    "Yes dear?"
    "Would you and Mr. Jackson mind looking out that window? I heard some creepy noises while you were gone and I just wanted to know if you could check it out for me."
    "Of course." She answered as Mr. Jackson came in greeting Jessica.
    "Hey Jess, how was it?"
    "Oh the kids were great." Jess replied.
    "Honey," Mrs. Jackson said, "could you pull up the blinds please?"
    Mr. Jackson walked over without question, and pulled on the string. Mrs. Jackson screamed. The window was covered in blood! It was smeared and looked as if someone was trying to wash the window with it. All three of them looked down, and below the window was a body. Just a simple man in a suit, clutching his throat, which was covered in blood. He had a desperate look on his face, and his stomach was filled with stab wounds.
    As it turns out, the man was robbed and stabbed just down the street, and he ran to the house to get help. But since Jessica was too scared, she didn't move. He couldn't yell since his throat had been cut, so he banged on the first window he found because there was a light on. The light Jessica had left on. In the end, he died from massive blood loss and because he was hurt so badly, he became weaker, turning his pounding on the window for help into a light "tap, tap, tap..."

    CupidzArrow

  6. leeahhx leeahhx
    posted a quote
    May 6, 2011 12:48am UTC
    Lazy rule: Cant reach it? Don't need it.

  7. conteeeee conteeeee
    posted a quote
    April 22, 2011 12:04am UTC
    Okay, so I don't mean to be rude
    and I'm asking upfront that nobody takes this offensively.
    But I used to come to Witty to vent to my gxixrxlxs.
    Now, there are all these 'guys' on here and it makes Witty.....well,
    different.
    not even necessarily a BAD difference.
    I just miss the old Witty, where girls like me could pour out my feelings because I knew that my Witty Girls and ONLY my Witty Girls were there reading.

  8. kellymolinare kellymolinare
    posted a quote
    April 22, 2011 12:03am UTC
    Rebecca Black, we don't hate you because you're famous, you're famous because we hate you.

  9. BaSkEtBaLl30 BaSkEtBaLl30
    posted a quote
    April 20, 2011 10:50pm UTC
    "Today I don't feel like doing anything,
    I just wanna lay in my bed.
    Don't feel like picking up my phone,
    So leave a message at the tone.
    Cause today I swear I'm not doing anything"
    ~The Lazy Song
    By: Bruno Mars

  10. Melissalovesyou Melissalovesyou
    posted a quote
    April 3, 2011 11:30pm UTC
    Fun Fact #1
    Spaghetti Makes Your Boobs Grow.


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    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  13. JockerDealWithIt JockerDealWithIt
    posted a quote
    February 4, 2011 8:34pm UTC
    25 ways to annoy your parents... i've done them all
    1. Follow them everywhere
    2. Moo when they say your name (my favorite)
    3. Pretend you have amnesia (memory loss)
    4. Run in to walls multiple times
    5. Say wearing clothes is against your religion ( this is a crowd pleaser :))
    6. say everything backwards
    7. Go into their room at 4 am and say "Good morning Sunshine!!"
    8. Snort loudly then laugh harder
    9. When there is a movie on say all the words to it
    10. Pluck someone's hair out and yell "DNA!"
    11. Use the eraser side of the pencil to write and ask them why it's not working
    12. Have 20 imaginary friends that you talk to all the time
    13. Try to climb every wall you see
    14. In public yell "No mom! I will not snog you!"
    15. Ask if they are bisexual
    16. Talk to your pen
    17. Switch the on and off button for awhile then say "Oh, I get it now"
    18. Look at your watch take it off then ask what time it is
    19. Hold their hand and whisper to them "I see dead people"
    20. While in the shower yell " I'm drowning!"
    21. At everything they say accuse them of lying
    22. Pretend to be a robot
    23. Try to swim on the floor
    24. Tap on the door all night
    25. While they are talking repeat what they say in song form
    Can you think of anything else?

  14. xopennxo xopennxo
    posted a quote
    February 10, 2011 3:16pm UTC
    You don't know that
    The girl laughing and smiling
    so warm and bright;;
    could be the one running home, crying herself to sleep at night_*
    ♥e

  15. HabiiBa HabiiBa
    posted a quote
    February 10, 2011 11:57am UTC
    Dear Grades. Get well soon.

  16. nancybumbum nancybumbum
    posted a quote
    February 10, 2011 2:04pm UTC
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    of course she's going to
    say she's happy for you
    and flash that
    oh-so-famous smile,
    but look into those eyes...
    baby you broke her
    ---------------------------------

  17. babbygiirlxo2 babbygiirlxo2
    posted a quote
    February 11, 2011 9:35am UTC
    Its been almost 8 months since we split i have to be honest it still hurts even until this day, it was dumb but common i looked for somebody to take your place lets face the facts & realize this * was fate. I thought i was over you but clearly im not, why do i feel this way? why wont it stop? the only logical terms i can come to reason with is a few simple words " i miss you so much & baby you are my world" i wish we could be together & i wish we could work this out but the damage is done & we are both wore out
    screw our smiles & all our laughs screw our nights and all thats past screw the texts & your charming way. Screw how you said you'd always stay, Screw the kisses & all the hugs. Screw the way i thought we were in love. Screw the way you said forever. Cuz im gonna try and move to something better.

  18. sweet_dreams27 sweet_dreams27
    posted a quote
    February 11, 2011 9:38am UTC
    Boys...
    getting hit in the balls is not worse then having
    your period.
    It only hurts for no more then 5 minutes.
    We have horrible cramps and headaches for a week!
    So i wouldn't be talking.

  19. Justagirlwhowantstodie Justagirlwhowantstodie
    posted a quote
    February 11, 2011 2:26am UTC
    is it REALLY necessary for the first square of toilet paper to be glued down, seriously? = ="

  20. GagaBiggestMonster GagaBiggestMonster
    posted a quote
    February 11, 2011 5:47am UTC
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