I was inspired by a stupid emailed assignment.

Objective: To use creative written skills to come up with a scary story

Rules: No less than 5 sentences
No links
No continuations from a another person
Serious please
No made up languages

Ex: In a corridor too dark to see, a young maid, too deathly afraid to tell anyone her secret, walked down the blackish hell seeing her life pass. Only her love for her master held her fragile heart together, and her demonic hold of reality kept her from suicide. In her shattered heart she held a twisted fantasy of lust. Her right hand was bloodied, and her mind was gone to bloodlust. Sin was her downfall now. Thou shall not kill. If only she had spared her master’s life, then she would be traveling down the corridor to hell.

got it

Sounds easy.

A girl was camping at a lake. People warned her not top, even her father, but she snuck out any ways. However, when midnight struck, she began to hear eriee Voices warning her to turn back, Leave and never come back. She ignored them- well until a Growling voice Said" You can still turn back now- or drink your own blood." Sheturned twods the voice and gasped. Standing their was her best friend with a 9 inch kithen knife." You have been killing everyone?!" But Her question was never awasered. By the time the words had come out of her mouth, the knife was in her heart. She laughed and got up. "You thought it was THAT easy to kill me?"

EDIT: Shauntal would have an easier time than I would...

The year is 2542. Robots are beginning to rebel against us humans. But these aren't your normal 'beep boop' robots, but the organ stealing blood sucking robots. They are ¾ robots and ¼ human. A robot with a human heart and eyes. They steal ours in order to live. We can't stop them they're too strong. All we can do. Is run.

Lolita was asleep in her room, eerie and dark, as her doll was wrapped tightly in her arms. The little furled piece of satin had a smile of gold and eyes of black, but when the moon shone on the beloved doll, she turned malicious. The next stormy, windy morning, Lolita was found head bludgeoned with a candlestink at her bedside table. The only thing on her bed not bloody was the doll whose smile had grown.

Mark Sighed as he was playinga pokemon game. Like always, this game was boring, because he had betten it WAY too much. He even did it once without saving! He started the game, but this time was differnt. a okemon was in his party. it said GHOST. he went to go fight his rival with GHOST. All it knew was curse. He sighed and used it. The screen cut black, and a distorted cry of Bulbasaur rang out. When it was back to the screen, the pokeball was gone. He used curse all of the time. He smiled. He LOVED a change of pace. The next day, he went and beat the game. While veiwing the hall of fame, after seeing ghost, it said, Many years later... Their was an old man. Mark soon relized that was him. He went to pallet ttown and slept in his bed. The screen cut black and he saw a ponyta, then a caterpie soon relizing this was displaying how much he used curse. It was a demonic growl and he had to fight ghost By the time he had only 1 HP left Ghost used curse.
The screen cut black for the final time. Mark did every combonation of buttons out their. He tuned off his Game boy and he profile was Erased. The next day, Marks saw a Ghost. It used somthing, and Mark died.