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Thelonepickle

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Greetings! You have stumbled into this thread by... clicking... a button. Anyway, this is M-Gup's Scary Stories thread! M-Gup (Muffin Generals United Publishing) has decided that there aren't enough horrible things in this world, so we'd like to bring in some more. Now, continue on to read the first short story: Murflep the Puppy.

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MURFLEP THE PUPPY
Cheryl threw her now empty bags onto her bed, crying. She'd been trying to run away from the evil town, trying to escape. She was always caught, but she never gave up hope that some day she'd be able to escape from the haunted village she'd lived in for all her life. She rolled over, kicking the beds onto the floor. The girl's tears stained her pillow as she cried her guts out.

Cheryl is fourteen years old and doesn't know that soon she will be visited by a force that no man has ever defeated. A force so evil, it is only known by three people. A force whose name is almost an anagram of 'perfume'. This evil force's name is Murflep.

Cheryl grabbed her backpack from the carpet underneath her bed. She began packing again, just hours after her last attempt to escape. The girl was desperate to try again, reguardless of whether or not her parents were still guarding her small bedroom. She ran to the door, throwing it open, and leaping down the stairs.

Just as Cheryl expected, her parents were too busy guarding her closed windows to blockade the door to her bedroom. She flew into the kitchen, thrusting the door open and running faster than she'd ever run before. She was nearly out of the village when something smacked her in the back of the knees. She doubled over, falling to the ground, and sprawling in pain. She looked back to see what had hit her. Nothing. She rolled over onto her hands and knees and was suddenly face to face with a small dog.

The dog inclined its head as Cheryl leapt back, surprised. She reached out to pet the dog, and was shocked when it bit her. She looked at her dog bite, wiping the blood away. Then she looked back up to try and see the dog. It was gone. Cheryl shrugged and kept running, after gathering her bags. Soon she was back at her break-neck pace, dashing through the town. She had had to change directions, fearful that the police may have nearly caught up with her. Sure enough, she saw the police heading North as she had and was glad that she had changed trails.

Cheryl could almost taste freedom as she scrambled to the outskirts of town. She ran faster as the sun rose overhead, but then it all went wrong.

Cheryl's body writhed in pain as she ran into some sort of force-field. She couldn't push through the invisible wall. She jumped up to see how high the invisible wall was, but the barrier seemed impossibly high. Cheryl fell to the ground, sobbing. She wiped her face with her hand and saw a strange mark. She looked at her fingers and was shocked. Suddenly, a great force slammed into Cheryl, and everything she knew was gone.
~-~​
The next day, Cheryl's body was found on the ground. It was stuck to the front of a semi-truck, and the blood on the asphalt formed the same symbol as the mark on Cheryl's hand. For on Cheryl's finger tips, forged by the dog who bit her, was one word.
Murflep

~-~​
Now, another Muffin General will write a different Scary Story for your amusment. I hope you liked the tale of Murflep, the Evil Guardian-Dog of the Town.​
 

Katattack

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The Cookie Jar
by Katattack
Inside the kitchen, lurking on the freshly cleaned counters, lies a child's worst enemy. The cookie jar. Tommy's cookie jar, however, just happened to be possesed by the spirit of Egad the Argumentive.

"Oh boy!" Tommy shouted. "A new cookie jar!"

"Now now, Tommy. This isn't just any cookie jar. This is special." His mother said, grinning an evil grin.

"How is it special?" Tommy asked his mother.

"You'll see." She said.

Tommy waited until that night, when everyone was gone to see the Corpse Bride, and for some mysterious reason his baby sitter Cheryll hadn't shown.

Tommy reached inside the cookie jar, reaching down to grab a cookie. He tried to withdraw his hand, as the Jar started howling like a banshee.

Tommy screamed, pulling his arm out to find it red and itchy, and some parts were worn down to the bone. Tommy ran up to his room and slammed the door shut.

Waiting up there, he heard a thump. He opened his door, thinking, well, whatever little kids think.


The next morning, Tommy was found, cookie crumbs everywhere, and appeared to have eaten several hundred cookies, as if he had been forced to keep eating.​
 

GuardianOfHearts

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~The Sock Stalks at Midnight~

Fourteen year-old Emily sat at her desk, reading a book. When she was done, however, she quickly grew bored. Emily was not known for her ability to amuse herself. So she picked up her phone to call her friend Cheryl. But oddly enough, Cheryl didn't answer. And Emily was still bored. But luckily, she had a stash of pickle-flavoured gum. Somewhere. Emily couldn't remember exactly where she had put it. So she proceeded to turn her room upside down looking for it, until finally, she thought to open her sock drawer. While rummaging through it, she came across a pair of old socks. They were pink and had fuzzy, smiling sheep on them.

"Ew, I haven't worn these in years! Why are they still in year?" she took them out and started to throw them away, but them realized that her mom would probably find them there. And make her wear them. The horror! So she threw them on the bottom shelf of her wardrobe, way in the back, behind some old sweaters and other things she didn't wear. Satisfied, Emily turned back to the sock drawer.

Success! There lay the plastic ziploc of green candy. Sitting back down at her desk, she continued to eat the whole bag, before climing into bed and falling asleep.

Never knowing what was in store for her.

The next night, Emily was on her computer, sending an E-mail to Cheryl. But suddenly, she heard a thump coming from behind her. She turned, and saw only her wooden wardrobe. Shrugging, she kept on typing. But not a minute later, she heard it again. Another thump. And then another. And another, until she was sure that there was something in her wardrobe. But, not having a good memory, she just figured that it was her dog, Murflep. She never question how a puppy would get in her wardrobe. So she walked over to let him out.

Emily screamed.

The next morning, her parents found her lying on the floor, her face contorted in an expression of horror. A pair of pink, fuzzy socks were twisted around her neck. Next to her, written in lint, were these words:

NEVER ABANDON YOUR SOCKS
 

Sterling_Silver

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Silver kicked his cat off the bed for the fourteenth time. "If you get on my friggin bed one more time, I'm gonna wring your fuzzy friggin neck!!!" he said, throwing a pillow at his cat, who promptly ran away, screeching and hissing.
Silver vaguely remembered having a strange dream that had his CAT staring at him in what seemed to be contempt, for at least twenty minutes.

He woke up the next morning, dismissing the dream as just that; a dream. He tried to call up Tommy and ask if he wanted to go to six flags, but he didn't answer, so he went by himself, after once again kicking his cat off his bed by throwing pillows, cans, and even other cats, at it.

Silver returned eight hours later, and, seeing the explaining note about his parents whereabouts, he decided to go to sleep. He woke up in the middle of the night, because of the enormous weight of his morbidly obese cat was weighing down his chest and making it incredibly hard to breathe. He cursed, and threw the cat off his chest, then threw one of his vans at it, hitting it square in it's face. It howled in pain, and ran out of his room.

The next morning, Silver's parents found their son, apparently asleep. But on further inspection, they found he was dead, asphyxiated. The only clue to what had happened was the cat hair found on his face, and, when the parents saw the cat's littler box, they gasped. The words "REDRUM" were spelled out in cat droppings.
 
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