School

There was a High School teacher whose class consisted of exactly 30 students. He was particularly strict and a little bit cruel to his students, making them stay back until late at night every day to study in the library. In order to make sure his students stayed back and didn't sleep, he asked them all to call his cell phone at certain times during the night and tell him their student number.
This went well for awhile, but all of a sudden, late one night he received a call. He answered as per usual and a girl's weak voice replied "Hi Teacher, I'm number 31," and then abruptly hung up on him. At first he didn't even realise, but then he felt furious as he thought one of his students was playing him for a fool.
The next day he stormed into the classroom and demanded the student who made fool out of him. No one did, and they all denied knowing anything about it. He threatened the whole class, telling them he would beat them all if it happened again.that night. Unexpectedly, it did happen again. At the exact same time, to the second. He tried to ask the girl who was calling but she hung up so quickly he couldn't get a word in.
The next day he beat all the students in the class, demanding someone to admit their crime. Of course, no one did. He even went so far as to go to other classes and ask them about it, but no one would admit to anything.
The calls continued on schedule every night, the same way. Then finally one night he got his word in on time. "Who are you!?" he questioned frantically. The girl replied softly, "I'm in your class, Teacher. You know me." To which the teacher said, "My class has only 30 students, stop trying to trick me." The girl only said this:"I'm always watching you during class, Teacher. But you only show me your back. I want to see your face." Then she, once again, abruptly cut off the call.
He told his students that they need not to stay back at all, he just changed his cell phone number. But the calls continued. Whenever he accepted the call he would listen,"I wanna see your face. I'm no. 31"
then one morning the teacher found dead on his bed and there was no flesh on his face.
After a month, the school underwent rennovations. But while the builders were replacing the blackboard in the classroom of the old Teacher, they were shocked to discover the dead body of a young girl had been hidden behind the blackboard. And there was a mask in her hand. Kinda looked like made of human skin.

One By One..

This story was found on internet and believed to b true! None knows actually who wrote this. But, we can enjoy!
"One by One
One by one, my family was killed. One by one by one. I know I must be next. It was a curse. And it’s all my fault.
I went into a house that was said to be haunted. I wanted to take some pictures. I was a little disappointed when I saw nothing out of the ordinary, yet I still had an uneasy feeling. I decided to take a picture to show my friends that I had actually been brave enough to venture inside the haunted house. I shouldn’t have done that.
I got home late that evening. For some reason something felt different.
“Nicki, dinner’s ready” my mom called from the kitchen.
I told her I was going up to my room and would be down after I put away my things. I went up to my room, took out my camera and started browsing through the pictures I had taken. There was nothing interesting in the pictures, but I decided to keep them and threw the camera on my bed.
I went downstairs and met my parents, my older sister and my younger brother at the kitchen table. I thought I saw a shadowy shape lurking under the kitchen cabinets. It resembled something human.
Why didn’t I pay more attention?
After dinner, I went up to my room to relax. When I got there,the camera was sitting on my desk. A little freaked out, I tried to believe that I probably forgot and put it there myself. I was just about to brush it off when I saw something strange. Something had showed up in the photos on the camera. There was an image of a family of five. A mom, and dad, two teenagers,and a little boy. They were all a blur, like they were barely there. I was starting to get scared. there was something wrong with the picture. Before I could figure it out I was called down to do the dishes.
The next morning, I awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking. It smelled delicious. I heard my mom call out that breakfast was ready. I went to check what she was cooking, when I stopped dead in my tracks coming across a horrible sight.
My mom was in the corner sprawled on the floor. She was lying in a pool of blood. Her head was missing.
I fell to my knees then and there, not wanting to believe myeyes. I smelled something burning in the kitchen. Hesitantly I got up to to check and saw smoke coming from the oven. I was too scared to open it.
My dad came running into the house saying he thought there was a fire. He hadn’t seen my mom’s body. He quickly opened the oven and screamed. Inside, I saw my mom’s burned head. She was missing her eyes. I passed out.
I awoke on the couch with a cold towel on my head. The cops were asking questions. I personally didn’t think that it would do any good. It went on for almost an hour when my sister got tired of it.
“You’re not doing your jobs. Our mom, his wife just died and you’re asking pointless questions? go get the monster who did this!” and with that she stomped out of the house.
After a few more minutes of questioning I went up to my room. The camera was now back on my bed. There was something different about it. The mother in the picture appeared different. I was scared when I realized she was missing her head.
Night time came fast. Dad decided to sleep with a shotgun and he had our little brother sleep in his room with him. My sister had locked herself in her bedroom. I could hear her sobbing time to time. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t know what was going on but I had the strangest feeling that something bad was going to happen. But I managed to fall asleep.
I awoke to the sound of a gunshot. It sounded like it came from my parents’ room. I quickly jumped to my feet, ignoring how tired I was. At first, I thought I was hearing things, but my sister barged into my room telling me she heard it too. We rushed to our parents room. When we got there my sister started screaming.
There was blood spattered on all of the walls and our little brother lay dead in the bed. He had been shot in the face. But where was our dad? The bathroom door slowly opened and then we saw him. He was hanging from the hook on the ceiling. He had tied the bed sheets around his neck.
My sister ran out of the room sobbing. I started to run after her but something caught my attention. Our family photo. Our parents and our little brother had disappeared from it. I felt dizzy. I almost blacked out when Iheard something.
I head a voice say something that sounded like “One by one by one…”
I ran to my room to look at the photos on my camera. The father in the picture had changed. His head was hanging at an odd angle, as if his neck had been broken. There was bruising around his neck as if he had been hung. The little boy in the picture had a hole where his face should have been.
The lights suddenly flickered and turned off. I heard my sister scream. Then, I heard a voice, a ghostly, inhuman voice. It sounded like it came from the depths of hell. It was saying “One by one by one…”
I took the camera and ran out of my bedroom. I stopped at the foot of the stairs. There was a trail of blood leading into the bathroom. I followed the bloody trail, with my heart in my throat.
My sister was lying face-down in the bathtub. She had been drowned. I looked at the camera and saw that the daughter in the picture looked different. Herface was tinged with blue and her tongue was hanging out.
I called the police and they said they were on their way. Was there a murderer in the house or was it haunted? I didn’t know which, so I ran to my room and locked the door. I was afraid. Afraid of who or what did this and afraid of what might happen.
My door suddenly started to vibrate. Then it slowly creaked open. There seemed to be a something peering through the crack in the doorway. The door opened wider and I saw that it was the body of a woman.
I was frozen. I couldn’t move. The woman began to crawl towards me. It was dark but as she got closer I could see a slit mark on her neck just under the chin, and empty eye sockets. I couldn’t breathe. I tried to scream but no sound came out.
She opened her mouth and screamed, “One by one by one…”

Psychic Ability

Psychic Ability is a scary riddle about a homeless man and the strange things he says. Read the story carefully and think about it for a while. Try and figure out what the hidden meaning is.
Psychic Ability
Ichigo lives in Osaka, Japan and often uses the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when he was waiting for the train, noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the subway station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.
A fat woman passed by the homeless man and Ichigo distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”
Wow, he thought to himself. This homeless man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?
Then a tall businessman went by and the homeless guy muttered,“Human.”
Human? Ichigo couldn’t argue with that. Obviously, he was a human.
The next day, Ichigo arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so he decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.
A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and Ichigo heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.”
Cow? Ichigo thought. The man was much too skinny to be a cow. He looked more like a turkey or a chicken to him.
A minute or so later, a fat man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.”
Potato? Ichigo was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.
That day, at work, Ichigo couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. He kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he was muttering.
Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability, Ichigo thought. Maybe he knows what these people were in a previous life. In Japan, many people believe in reincarnation.
Ichigo observed the homeless man many times and began to think his theory was right. He often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit” or “Onion” or “Sheep” or “Tomato”.
One day, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to ask him what was going on.
As Ichigo walked up to him, he looked at Ichigo and said “Bread.”
Ichigo tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability.
The homeless man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. I do have a psychic ability. It is an ability I obtained years ago. But it is not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”
“Then what is your ability,” Ichigo asked eagerly.
“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.
Ichigo laughed because he realized he was right. He said “Bread”. The last thing Ichigo had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. He walked away shaking his head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.
Did you notice the horror of this story?

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary is so famous that people made up many stories about her! I'll tell you some!

legend claims that the evil woman can be summoned by chanting " Bloody Mary " into a mirror anywhere from three to thirteen times in a darkened room, lit only by a candle. The bathroom is the most popular setting to test out the legend . After the given amount of chants, the spirit will then appear in a mirror to claw your eyes out. Death will follow. Other variations have her driving you insane or pulling you into the mirror, never to be seen again.

Some says Bloody Mary was actually the queen of England! As a woman she didn't have a soft heart.queen Mary was so fond of her youth and beauty that she would do anything to keep her beauty high! There's a legend that she used to bring virgin ladies in her secret room and tie em up upside down and make a hole in their head and blood would gush through those poor women. Then Mary would drink their blood. She thought that would give her eternal youth and immortality.She might not have her beauty but as an entity she haunt every mirror in your house with her immortality and fearful youth! For her hideous crime we call her the Bloody Mary!

Ever felt the urge to call her? I dare you! :)

Story no 2 : 

Queen Mary I
A.K.A. "The Bloody Mary"

Queen Mary I was the daughter of King Henry VIII and Catherine of Aragon. She was destined to be the next ruler of England, but unfortunately- her father divorced Catherine of Aragon, which brought her downfall. And because of the divorce, England became a Protestant state. This angered Mary, still her loyalty to Roman Catholic never deemed. As her father died, Edward VI ascended to the throne ( her half brother). When Edward VI was mortally ill, he immediately took Mary's right to the throne because of Religion differences. Lady Jane Grey was claimed to be the next in line to the throne. But Mary, disposed of her- ordered Lady Jane Grey to be beheaded. From this action, she earned her title as the "The Bloody Mary". But at the time of her reign, she became worse and she definitely earned her title. She supported the inquisition, punishing Protestants to their death by burning and torture. This included, Thomas Cranmer- who was one of the counsel of her father. Her bloody reign did not last long, for she died because of ovarian cancer. Elizabeth I ascended to the throne, then sorting out the mess- making England Protestant-friendly and Catholic-friendly.

Family Portraits

A long time ago, there was a man who went out hunting in the woods. As night fell, he found himself in an unfamiliar part of the forest. He walked and walked, but he couldn’t find his way home. Wandering aimlessly in the dark, he eventually came to a small clearing where an old, ramshackle cabin stood. Tired and weary, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night.
When he came closer to the cabin, he saw that the door was standing ajar. Poking his head inside, he could see that the little cabin was completely empty, but there was a bed anda fire burning in the fireplace. The hunter threw himself on the bed and decided to sleep there for the night. If the owner came back, he would ask his permission in the morning.
Lying on the bed, half-asleep, helooked around and was surprised to see the walls were covered with paintings. They appeared tobe family portraits, all framed and painted in incredible detail. They seemed very life-like and, without exception, each family portrait was uglier than the next. The hideous faces in the paintings made him incredibly uneasy. The way they were painted made it seem as if the eyes were staring directly at him. It was incredibly unnerving.
He decided that the only way hewas going to get any sleep was to ignore the hideous faces staring at him. So he turned on his side, facing the wall, pulled the blanket over his head and drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, the hunter woke up to find the cabin bathed in sunlight. When he looked up, he discovered there were no family portraits on the walls of the cabin, only windows.

One Two One Two

“One Two One Two” is a scary story from Korea about a high school girl who is studying late at night in her school library. In South Korea, it is very important for young people to do well in school. Parents put a lot of pressure on their children to study hard and get good grades. Students often have to hire tutors after school and some even return to the school at night to do extra work. This has actually become a big problem in Korea because many students stay up so late at night studying that they fall asleep the next day in class. In recent years, students have actually been banned from studying after 10pm in some areas. One night, a Korean girl named Sun-Hi was at school. It was quite late and she was studying in the library with a group of other students from her class. The lights in the library were on, but the rest of the school was in darkness. After a while, Sun-Hi needed to go toilet, so she took a break from her studies. Telling her friends she would be back in a moment, the girl walked out of the library and down the darkened hallway to the school bathroom. In the library, when a few minutes had passed, the other boys and girls began to notice a faint tapping noise. It seemed to be coming from the direction of the window. Looking around, they saw a pale, gaunt woman standing outside. Her face was pressed up against the window and her eyes were tightly shut. One long, crooked finger was tapping on the window. They wondered what the woman was doing outside at this time of night. A moment later, the woman opened her eyes and the students gasped in horror. She didn’t have any eyes. There were just deep, dark holes where her eyes should have been. The woman raised her fist and brought it crashing down against the window. The glass shattered. Suddenly, all the lights went out. In the school bathroom, Sun-Hi was just about to wash her hands when she was plunged into darkness. Everything was silent. She never heard the screams of terror coming from the library. There was no way she could have known about the pandemonium and slaughter that had broken out just a few rooms away. She continued washing her hands in the dark, blissfully unaware of the horrific cries that echoed down the hallway. Just as abruptly as they had begun, the yells and screams stopped and the school was deathly silent once again. Sun-Hi opened the bathroom door and strolled back down the hallway. When she went into the library, she stopped in her tracks. The dead bodies of the other students were strewn around the library. Some of the corpses were sprawled on the floor, while others were draped across desks and filing cabinets. She started shaking with fear. Her mind raced as she tried to understand what had happened. It was a massacre. Just then, she heard footsteps echoing down the hallway. Sun-Hi was a clever girl and, thinking fast, she threw herself on the floor, next to the dead bodies of her friends, and lay motionless. She listened as something quietly crept into the library. Sun-Hi kept her eyes closed and pretended to be dead. She heard a rustling sound as something moved around the room. Fearing the worst, Sun-Hi lay as still as she could and tried not to make a sound. She heard a voice whispering, “One, two… One, two… One,two…” Curiosity got the better of her and she cautiously opened her eyes, ever so slightly, and took a peek. There, in the middle of the room, stood a pale, ghostly woman, dressed in white. Sun-Hi closed her eyes again and fought the urge to scream. She could hear the ghost creeping around the room, going from body to body, muttering under its breath. “One, two… One, two… One, two…” The girl held her eyes tightly shut. She hoped and prayed that the ghost would leave soon. “One, two… One, two… One, two…” The ghostly woman was shuffling from one corpse to the next, getting closer and closer. “One, two… One, two… One, two…” As Sun-Hi listened to the chilling voice of the ghost, she tried not to do anything that would attract attention. “One, two… One, two… One, two…” The ghost was drawing ever nearer. Sun-Hi dared not move. “One, two… One, two… One, two…” The ghost was almost beside her. The girl tried not to breathe. Suddenly, the counting stopped. Sun-Hi remained motionless. She strained to hear even the slightest noise. She was afraid to move a muscle. There was no sound. The library was suspiciously quiet. After several minutes of complete silence, Sun-Hi was sure that the ghost was gone. Sun-Hi slowly opened her eyes. The ghost was crouched directly over her, staring into her eyes. One pale, bony finger was pointing straight at Sun- Hi’s terrified face. “One, two!” said the ghost as it plucked out her eyeballs.

Slender Man.!!

10 Things You Ought to Know About Slender Man.!!

(Besides the obvious fact that if you ever see him coming, you'd better run!)

1.  Slender Man Is the Scariest Dude on the Internet

He's among the most talked-about online phenomena, and for good reason — Slender Man is one scary dude, a dread-inspiring boogeyman for the digital age. Also known as "Slenderman," he has at least half a dozen other nicknames, including "Slendy," "The Tall Man," Mr. Slim," "Daddy Longlegs," and "The Operator." The online chatter about him started in 2009, when mysterious photos suddenly appeared showing a tall, ghostly figure clothed entirely in black stalking small children in schoolyards and playgrounds. They say the people who took the photographs were never seen or heard from again. Their disappearances were blamed on Slender Man, as were those of many innocent children, and even some adults, all over the world.

2.  He's 8 Feet Tall, Has Tentacles for Arms, and No Face at All

You'll know Slender Man when you see him. According to the Internet, he's gaunt, stands eight to ten feet tall, and instead of arms and hands has multiple, writhing tentacles that come to razor-sharp points (the better to skewer his victims!). Creepiest of all, they say Slender Man doesn't have a face. In photographs and drawings his face is rendered either completely featureless and blank — a fuzzy, amorphous blob — or wrapped in gauze like a mummy.

3.  He Can Alter His Shape, Become Invisible, and "Teleport" from Place to Place

In case it wasn't obvious that we're dealing with a supernatural entity here, according to online sources Slender Man can change his appearance at will, move about invisibly, and "teleport" anywhere in the world by bending space and time. (If you're wondering why he's never been caught... well, duh!)

4.  Slender Man Is a Snappy Dresser

Slendy's sartorial trademark is a black suit, and in some photographs he's even shown wearing a necktie! Apart from that single detail — the necktie — Slender Man's wardrobe rarely varies in physical depictions of him. To recap what you should be on the lookout for: an eight-to-ten-foot-tall faceless man with tentacles for arms, impeccably dressed in a neat black suit and tie. There's no mistaking him for anyone else!

5.  First He Stalks You, Then He Makes You Sick, Then He Kills You

No one knows how or why Slender Man chooses his victims, but once chosen, they will be stalked, taken to a isolated location (most often in the woods), and killed. Some say he befriends those he intends to kill, luring them to their deaths with offers of kindness and sympathy. Others say he stalks his victims invisibly, and the only palpable sign you have been targeted is a phenomenon called "Slender Sickness," the symptoms of which include nausea, nose bleeds, nightmares, hallucinations, and "massive paranoia." If you begin to experience any of these for no apparent reason, watch out — Slender Sickness is the prelude to your disappearance and grisly demise.

6.  ...Then He EATS You!

There's some disagreement over the ultimate fate of Slender Man's victims, but a good many sources claim he simply eats them. One might well ask how he accomplishes that feat without a mouth, but remember — Slendy can change his shape at will, including, but not limited to, growing a mouth with razor-sharp teeth when the situation demands it.

7.  He's Been Terrorizing People for Centuries

Slender Man sightings go all the way back to the 1500s, according to websites documenting the Slender Man "mythos." They cite 16th-century woodcut prints of a creature known in Germany as Der Großmann ("The Tall Man"), a skeletal figure with multiple legs and spear-like arms depicted in the act of impaling adults and/or stealing their children. Quoted sources describe Der Großmann as an "evil fairy" who lives in the Black Forest and hunts down "bad children" foolish enough to venture there alone.

8.  Slender Man Uses Human "Proxies" to Do His Evil Bidding

"Slender Man has links to many Proxies, or insane individuals under its control or influence," reports the Slender Man Wiki, a repository of information about Slendy and his mythos (which includes various role-playing games). "It is suspected that Proxies do the actual, physical work for Slender Man, such as creating and manipulating objects, destroying and leaving evidence, creating videos and responding on Twitter, and influencing victims as needed."

9.  He Was Blamed for Two Real-Life Stabbings That Occurred in 2014

In two separate incidents, adolescent girls were accused of knife attacks allegedly inspired by stories they read about Slender Man online. The first, on May 31, 2014, involved two 12-year-old girls who stabbed a classmate in Waukesha, Wisconsin. They told police the attack was meant to "impress" Slender Man so they could become his Proxies. A few weeks later,, a 13-year-old Ohio girl "obsessed with Slender Man" attacked her own mother with a knife, causing minor injuries. The girl in the second attack was described by her mother as having "mental health issues," and at least one of the perpetrators in the first attack was ruled mentally incompetent for trial.

10.  Slender Man *DOES NOT EXIST*!

This bears repeating: Slender Man doesn't exist! He's an invented character, a fictional boogeyman in a crowdsourced horror story. Apart from the real-life stabbing incidents attributed to some kids' obsession with Slender Man lore, everything you've read about him was completely made up. The character was created from scratch by participants in an online Photoshop contest in 2009, and enthusiasts have been adding to the "mythos" ever since. Even Slender Man's supposed historical predecessor, Der Großmann, is a Photoshop creation (the "woodcuts" of him were created by altering original prints by famed 16th-century artist Hans Holbein).

Slender Man isn't real. He's an Internet urban legend. Don't let him scare you!