Scary Halloween Stories

[Mjcpr]

A man was walking home alone late one foggy night, when behind him he hears:

BUMP...

BUMP...

BUMP...

Walking faster, he looks back and through the fog he makes out the image
of an upright casket banging its way down the middle of the street
toward him.

BUMP...

BUMP...

BUMP...

Terrified, the man begins to run toward his home, the casket bouncing
quickly behind him

FASTER...

FASTER...

BUMP...

BUMP...

BUMP...

He runs up to his door, fumbles with his keys, opens the door, rushes
in, slams and locks the door behind him.

However, the casket crashes through his door, with the lid of the casket
clapping

clappity-BUMP...

clappity-BUMP...

clappity-BUMP...

on his heels, the terrified man runs.

Rushing upstairs to the bathroom, the man locks himself in. His heart is
pounding; his head is reeling; his breath is coming in sobbing gasps.

With a loud CRASH the casket breaks down the door.

Bumping and clapping toward him.

The man screams and reaches for something, anything, but all he can find
is a bottle of cough syrup!

Desperate, he throws the cough syrup at the casket...

and,








the coffin stops.

[Howzit]

What, did the cough syrup have codeine or something?

[Mjcpr]

I think the shards of glass severed the coffin's jugular or something. I don't know, the story just kind of peters out there.

[Howzit]

What was the door made out of? Sure makes a case for not scrimping on building materials.

[NormanPride]

Man, better hope that casket's life insurance will pay for all the damages. I bet the guy still goes to jail for manslaughter, though. Er... casket-slaughter...

[sooner_born_1960]

Come on people. The coughing(coffin) stops. Get it?

[Osce0la]

:texan:

[Howzit]

This would be funnier if the coffin had poop on it.

[Mjcpr]

We could do that, but it doesn't sing show tunes.

[SoonerInKCMO]

I remember my 6th grade social studies teacher telling us that joke. Even then we groaned at it. ;)

[whatsername]

So bad, it's good.

:)

[Mjcpr]

So bad, it's good.

:)

Was it scary?

[whatsername]

Was it scary?

Terrifying.

[Widescreen]

Coffins can't walk. This story is dumb.

[MamaMia]

Here is Girl Scout Campfire story thats true. ;)

Backseat Maniac

There's a girl driving along I-40 on the way back home from Norman after watching the Sooners beat the Cornhuskers and celebrating with friends.

She decides to take a shortcut, which is a less traveled road. It's about 1:00 am and it starts raining when she realizes she's almost out of gas. She sees a sign for a gas station about 3 miles ahead and breaths a sigh of relief. But when she gets there she sees it's one of those old run down family owned gas stations. She's scared to stop but she really has no other choice.

As she pulls in an old man with a disfigured face comes walking through the rain. He puts the pump in the tank. She rolls down the window and hands him her credit card. He goes back inside.

After a few seconds he comes back out and tells the girl she will have to come inside, her card has been denied. Reluctantly, she walks inside. The old man grabs her and tries to tell her something but she hits him with a can of oil sitting on the counter. She runs back to her car and takes off with the old man screaming and flailing his arms at her.

After driving for a few miles she turns on the radio and starts to relax. As she looks in the rear view mirror, she sees someone pop up in the back seat holding an axe above their head. It's the last thing she ever sees. :eek:

Apparently, the old man at the gas station was trying to warn her.

[Viking Kitten]

Apparently, the old man at the gas station was trying to warn her.

That punchline totally sucked.

[StoopTroup]

I think this was the guy...

http://ispy.mnhs.org/00000007/00007948.JPG

[Howzit]

So...was the old man on codeine or something?

[sanantoniosooner]

The dude in the back seat was cough'n.

[StoopTroup]

The Goblin of Easton
retold by
S. E. Schlosser

There was once a monk at the mission who loved money and power more

than he loved God. He would hear the confession of the good folk who

attended the mission, and then would blackmail them into giving him gold and

silver to keep their darkest secrets. He turned many a wayward sinner's feet

towards the fires of hell rather than the gates of heaven, encouraging their

crimes in secret while he reviled them in public.


It was after he beat one poor old woman to death that the evil monk was

imprisoned and sentenced to hang for his crimes. But just after he was cut

down from the noose and pronounced dead, his corpse began to transform

before the horrified eyes of the people. The face twisted and small tusks

sprang from either side of his nose. His shock of white hair grew long and

greasy, and two pointed canines emerged from his slit of a mouth. The goblin-

monk opened eyes that glowed yellow even in the light of noon-day, and

sprang to feet that now ended in claws rather than toes.


The people screamed and fled, and no prayer of his former brothers-in-faith

could banish the goblin. It disappeared deep into the forest, only to return at

night and prey upon the monks of the mission who had been responsible for

its death. After five of the brothers had fallen to the goblin, the rest of the

monks abandoned the mission and moved to another part of the country.


Since that time, the mission-house had slowly fallen into ruin.

[soonerboomer93]

Here's some scary stories

http://www.soonerfans.com/forums/showthread.php?t=81266

[MamaMia]

That punchline totally sucked.
Not if you understand it. :D

[olevetonahill]

Come on people. The coughing(coffin) stops. Get it?
No i still dont get it . splain please

[sooner_born_1960]

;)

[Getem]

This happened about a month ago just outside of Cocodrie, a little town in
the bayou country of Louisiana, and while it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock
tale, it's real.

This out of state traveler was on the side of the road, hitchhiking on a
real dark night in the middle of a thunderstorm. Time passed slowly and no
cars went by. It was raining so hard he could hardly see his hand in front
of his face. Suddenly he saw a car moving slowly, approaching and appearing
ghostlike in the rain. It slowly and silently crept toward him and stopped.

Wanting a ride real bad, the guy jumped in the car and closed the door; only
then did he realize that there was nobody behind the wheel, and no sound of
the engine to be heard over the rain.

Again the car crept slowly forward and the guy was terrified, too scared to
think of jumping out and running. The guy saw that the car was approaching a
sharp curve and, still too scared to jump out, he started to pray and
begging for his life, he was sure the ghost car would go off the road and in
the bayou, and he would surely drown! But just before the curve a shadowy
figure appeared at the driver's window and a hand reached in and turned the
steering wheel, guiding the car safely around the bend. Then, just as
silently, the hand disappeared through the window and the hitchhiker was
alone again.

Paralyzed with fear, the guy watched the hand reappear every time they
reached a curve. Finally the guy, scared to near death, had all he could
take and jumped out of the car and ran to town.

Wet and in shock, he went into a bar and voice quavering, ordered two shots
of whiskey, then told everybody about his supernatural experience. A
silence enveloped and everybody got goose bumps when they realized the guy
was telling the truth (and not just some drunk.)

About half an hour later two guys walked into the bar and one says to the
other, "Look Boudreaux, ders dat idiot that rode in our car when we waz
pushin it in the rain. "