Any one have a good scary story?!
Question: Any one have a good scary story!?
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The Golden Hand
retold by
S!. E!. Schlosser
He never paid much attention to the neighbors living on his city block until the day the pretty middle-aged widow moved in two doors down from him!. She was plump and dark with sparkling eyes, and she always wore dark gloves on her hands, even indoors!.
He went out of his way to meet her, and they often "bumped" into each other in the street and stood talking!. One day, as she brushed the hair back from her forehead, he caught a glimpse of gold under the glove on her right arm!. When he asked her about it, she grinned coquettishly and told him that she had lost one hand a few years back and now wore a golden hand in its place!. In that moment, a terrible lust woke in his heart - not to possess the lady herself, but to possess the solid gold hand that she wore under her long black gloves!.
He courted the widow with every stratagem known to him; flowers, trips to the theater, gifts, compliments!. And he won her heart!. Within a month, they were standing in front of a minister, promising to love one another until death parted them!. Within another month, he was a widower and had buried his ailing wife in the local cemetery - without her golden hand!. It had been so easy!. A slow poison, administered daily to resemble a wasting disease!. No one - not his wife, not the family doctor, not their neighbors - suspected murder!. And the night after the funeral, he slept with the golden hand under his pillow!.
It was a dark night!. Clouds covered the moon, and the wind was whistling down the chimney and rattling the shutters of the town house!. He was deeply asleep when the door to his room slammed open with a loud bang and a wild wind whipped around the room, scattering papers and books and clothing and table coverings every which way!. He sat up, startled by the sudden noise, and his pulse began to pound when he saw a greenish-white light bobbing slowly into the room!. Before his eyes, the light slowly grew larger, taking on the shape of his dead wife!. She was missing one arm!. "Where is my golden hand!?" she moaned, her dark eyes blazing with red fire!. "Give me my golden hand!"
He tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry with fear that he could only make soft gasping noises!. The glowing phantom moved closer to him, her once-lovely face twisted into a hideous green mask!. "You stole my life and you stole my hand!. Give me back my golden hand!" the dead wife howled!. The noise rose higher and higher, and the phantom pulsed with a strident green light that smote his eyes, making them water!.
He cowered back against his pillows, and the hard shape of the golden hand pressed against his back!. And then he felt the golden hand twitch underneath him as the mangled green phantom that had been his wife swooped down upon him, pressing his face against the pillow in a suffocating green cloud!. He tried to scream, but it was cut off suddenly by a terrible pressure against his throat, cutting off his breath!. The world went black!.
The next morning, when the housemaid came into the room with her master's morning cup of tea, she found him lying dead on the floor, with the golden hand clutched around his throat!.
Black Aggie
retold by
S!. E!. Schlosser
When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started!. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain!. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it!. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful!.
It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside!. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet!. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind!. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry!. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace!. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell!. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night!.
People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites!. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular!.
One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue!. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice!. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue!.
What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger!. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate!. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously!. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate!. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy!.
With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate!. But it was too late!. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel!. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them!. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too!.
Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot!. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue!. The young man had apparently died of fright!.
The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D!.C!.!. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery!.Www@Enter-QA@Com
retold by
S!. E!. Schlosser
He never paid much attention to the neighbors living on his city block until the day the pretty middle-aged widow moved in two doors down from him!. She was plump and dark with sparkling eyes, and she always wore dark gloves on her hands, even indoors!.
He went out of his way to meet her, and they often "bumped" into each other in the street and stood talking!. One day, as she brushed the hair back from her forehead, he caught a glimpse of gold under the glove on her right arm!. When he asked her about it, she grinned coquettishly and told him that she had lost one hand a few years back and now wore a golden hand in its place!. In that moment, a terrible lust woke in his heart - not to possess the lady herself, but to possess the solid gold hand that she wore under her long black gloves!.
He courted the widow with every stratagem known to him; flowers, trips to the theater, gifts, compliments!. And he won her heart!. Within a month, they were standing in front of a minister, promising to love one another until death parted them!. Within another month, he was a widower and had buried his ailing wife in the local cemetery - without her golden hand!. It had been so easy!. A slow poison, administered daily to resemble a wasting disease!. No one - not his wife, not the family doctor, not their neighbors - suspected murder!. And the night after the funeral, he slept with the golden hand under his pillow!.
It was a dark night!. Clouds covered the moon, and the wind was whistling down the chimney and rattling the shutters of the town house!. He was deeply asleep when the door to his room slammed open with a loud bang and a wild wind whipped around the room, scattering papers and books and clothing and table coverings every which way!. He sat up, startled by the sudden noise, and his pulse began to pound when he saw a greenish-white light bobbing slowly into the room!. Before his eyes, the light slowly grew larger, taking on the shape of his dead wife!. She was missing one arm!. "Where is my golden hand!?" she moaned, her dark eyes blazing with red fire!. "Give me my golden hand!"
He tried to speak, but his mouth was so dry with fear that he could only make soft gasping noises!. The glowing phantom moved closer to him, her once-lovely face twisted into a hideous green mask!. "You stole my life and you stole my hand!. Give me back my golden hand!" the dead wife howled!. The noise rose higher and higher, and the phantom pulsed with a strident green light that smote his eyes, making them water!.
He cowered back against his pillows, and the hard shape of the golden hand pressed against his back!. And then he felt the golden hand twitch underneath him as the mangled green phantom that had been his wife swooped down upon him, pressing his face against the pillow in a suffocating green cloud!. He tried to scream, but it was cut off suddenly by a terrible pressure against his throat, cutting off his breath!. The world went black!.
The next morning, when the housemaid came into the room with her master's morning cup of tea, she found him lying dead on the floor, with the golden hand clutched around his throat!.
Black Aggie
retold by
S!. E!. Schlosser
When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started!. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain!. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it!. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful!.
It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside!. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet!. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind!. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry!. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace!. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell!. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night!.
People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites!. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular!.
One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue!. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice!. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue!.
What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger!. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate!. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously!. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate!. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy!.
With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate!. But it was too late!. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel!. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them!. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too!.
Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot!. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue!. The young man had apparently died of fright!.
The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D!.C!.!. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery!.Www@Enter-QA@Com