Short Scary Stories
The Haunted House
Susie
A Little Green Bottle
The Umbrella
Three Little Ghost
Ghost!
Ghost, Get Lost
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The Haunted House
There was a big old house where nobody lived. Everyone said it was a haunted house. "Let's go inside," David said to his sister, Ann. "We are not supposed to," she said. "Don't
be a scaredy-cat," he said. "It would be fun!" At last Ann said okay. David and Ann
walked through the empty, dusty house. "There is nothing here,"
Ann said. "Lets go home." "Wait," said David, "I want to see what is behind that door."
David opened the door and walked into the room. Ann waited a few
seconds. Then she sneaked in after him. "BOO!" she shouted. David
screamed. "it is only me, silly," Ann said. "I know," David
whispered, "but what is that behind you?" They both scream and ran
as fast as they could.
***** The End ******
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Susie
Mr. Smith sold cats. People came from all over to buy them.
"Look at that beautiful cat," Nan said to her mother. "That's the one
I want." She pointed to a cat sitting on the cash register. "What
is that cat's name?" Nan asked Mr. Smith. "Susie," he said.
"How much does she cost?" asked Nan's mother. "Susie is not for
sale," said Mr. Smith. "But I want to give her to Nan for her
birthday," Nan's mother said. "I cannot sell Susie," Mr. Smith said.
"I will give you fifty dollars," Nan's mother said. "I could
not sell her even if I wanted to," Mr. Smith said. Susie purred.
Nan reached out to pet her. Her hand went right through the cat.
"There is nothing there!" Nan screamed. "I should have told you,"
said Mr. Smith. "Susie died a year ago. But she comes back to visit
now and then."
***** The End *****
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A Little Green Bottle
Kate was the biggest bully in school. She like to pick on Joe because he was so small.
"Joe! Give me your lunch," Kate would shout. Joe would be so scared
he would hand it right over. But one day Kate said, "Joe! Give me your new bicycle."
Joe was so upset, he told his teacher. Kate got into a lot of
trouble. "I am going to get you for this!" Kate told Joe. But
Kate never got the chance. She suddenly got sick and died. The
day after she died, her ghost whispered in Joe's ear, "I am still
going to get you." Kate's ghost began to haunt Joe. It hid
in his desk at school, and whispered scary things to him. It
jump out at him from behind trees. It made horrible faces at him
at night. One day while Joe was eating, the ghost rode his bicycle
back and forth across the table. "Kate, please stop!" Joe begged.
"Never!" the ghost screamed. It turned itself into an angry bull. "How
did you do that?" Joe asked. "I can do anything I want," said the
ghost. It got bigger and bigger and bigger. Soon it filled the
room. That gave Joe an idea. "Kate," he said, "can you make
yourself very small?" "of course," said the ghost. Joe pointed
to a little green bottle on the table. "Can you make yourself
small enough to jump into this?" he asked. "Of course," said the
ghost, and it jumped into the bottle. Joe grabbed a cork and
pushed it into the bottle. Then he threw the bottle into the
river. The river carried it to the ocean. The bottle floated
away. Kate's ghost has not been heard frm since. But if you ever
see a little green bottle washed up on the beach, DON'T OPEN IT!!
***** The End *****
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The Umbrella
One night George heard people singing in the cemetery. He went
inside to listen. "We are singing to the dead," one of the singers
told him. "Sometimes people forget about them." The song was
so beautiful George joined in. It was raining, but everybody
kept on singing. One of the singers handed George an umbrella.
"This will keep your voice nice and dry," she said. They sang
a few more songs. Then they stopped-and vanished. "Ghost!"
George cried out, and ran all the way home. When he got home,
he still was holding the umbrella the ghost had given him.
George used it until the day he died. Then the umbrella vanished.
***** The End *****
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Three Little Ghost
There were three little ghost
Sitting on post
Eating buttered toast.
They had butter on their fist
Running down their wrist,
Butter on their sheets
Running down their feet.
What slobs!
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Ghost!
One dark night, a boy was walking home all alone. Something
about this night made him feel afraid. Suddenly rain came down in heavy sheets. The
boy started to run. He was still a long way from home. And he had to find a dry
place. He ran down the road past an old graveyard. He looked over
his shoulder at the white tombstones, and ran even faster! A
short distance ahead was a big barn in the middle of a field. The
barn looked old, but it would be dry. He pulled open the old barn door and hurried inside.
He stood there, shivering. The barn was dark but the boy found a bale of hay and sat
down on it. A flash of lightning shot through the sky. For a
second, it lit up the old barn. The boy stared around him in
shock. Strange white shapes surrounded him. The boy screamed! The ghost must have
The ghost must have followed him from the graveyard! Another
flash of lightning lit the barn. The white shapes had moved
closer to him. He jumped up from the bale of hay and ran for
the barn door. But he tripped over one of the ghost! "BAA-A-A!" it said.
***** The End *****
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Ghost, Get Lost
If a ghost ever scares you,
just say,
"Crisscross, double-cross,
Ghost, get lost!"
And it will go away.
***** The End ******
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