So like I'm putting this here because this is a discussion topic, but I need some really lame stories for a small animation project I'm doing, and everything I come up with sounds too fake. so if youre cool with me using the story id love you
Anyway, what's the lamest, least scary horror story you've been told, or even heard?
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This girl told me a story called "centimetre squares" that just didn't have any structure. I remember the protagonist kept hearing people chant centimetre squares all the time then they came home and their dog was cut into said squares...the execution was the bad part. The plot isn't gold either though.
I have an old text file called heckaspookystories.doc, they're mostly based to some degree on spooky stories and spooky memes I've read online. They all sound obviously fake but maybe you can take some inspiration from them.
Story #1: The Goast
One time I was becoming into the hospotal to recover from a transplant of the appendix. The doctor had looked at my vital sines and said sorry dude but u ain't likely to survive. I was like jeez that sucks but I didn't freak cause I'm chill.
One time hecka very late at night like seriously late like amlost mid night, I looked out the window by my bed. There was something out there that was mostly pretty pale and in the sky. It looks kinda like a person but all white and flying. I looked at it and said hey what are you a goast?
He floats up closer to my window and says nah bro I'm not a goast let me in. So I got up from in the bed even though it hurt from my surgery and went to the window and opened the window. He came flying into my room and flied around onto all the walls. I said hey how do you fly if u aren't a goast? He said oh lol I lied about that.
The goast (because it turns out he was that) flied over to me and stabbs me with a sharb goast finger. I said ow and became dead. I has been in that hopsotile ever since. . . . . . . . AS A GOAST.
Epsiode #2: All of the rats
One time I had been moving into a new apartment because I was an adult and did things like that. The landloard was super dang old like more than 30 whole years and he sed this place is kinda ratted, watch out bro. Even though he was old he was sorta hip with the times. He rode a skatebaord kinda dang well actualy.
What he meant when he said the place was ratted was that it was full o' the old rats. They were in all of the walls and all 3 toilets. Even the furnitaure was made o' the old rats. The rat chairs were kinda comfy and so soft but also hecka dang gross and they kept moving when I sat on them.
One time my frend Cody came over and he was like oh nice place and I was like you don't mind the rats bro and he sed what rats..
I said what u can't see the rats. Yes he said. Oh wow am I as cracy or was you?? Maybe we ask landlorde to settle the dipute. So I found landlard and said hey this place is moderately hecka ratted corect?? And all the lanoard said was he barfed a rat onto me, I dunno if that counts as saying or not but it came out from his mouth so. . .. I dunno you tell me.
I said Cody WTF (I swear sometimes) you can see all the rats now right and he sed yeah I do bro. So we both got the freak outta that dang ratted place I dunno who moved there next but here's to hoping he likes ratted places
Storey #3: The man with 2 skellingtons
One time i was a doctor but not the doctor from story #1 but a different one. I noticed most of my patients in the xray machines were revealed to hold spooky skellingtons inside of them. One man I xrayed had 2 and I was like bro you know you have 2 skeltons????? I called him bro cause I was a chill doctor. He said oh yeah I do know that my whole family has 2. I said oh but when you die will have 2 skilligntins come back from the dead right???????????? He said ye probs.
I said how many are in your family?? He said 400 and he was a great-great-great-grate-grat-gr8-gr8--gr8andfather. I said holy freak dude that is a lot of people with 2 skallons! He then said oh actually some of em have more than 2.
Then a year later a necromancer found his family and kilt them all and released them back as undead skeelstintons. He made so many it was insane. I said bros I told you of i warned you of this. The skillingtons said sorry bout that bro and they kilt me. They were chill slellingtons at least but not like ice skellingtons those are a different kind.
After the 3rd story there's a precipitous decline in quality so I won't include any more.
Yesterday my friend was telling me about this horror movie that was about 2 girls being trapped in a pool at night. Like, there wasn't any killer anything in the pool, they were just trapped... In a pool... Spooooky
Once I was in a cube shop (where people can rent shelves and sell whatever they want for a limited time) and this guy was selling sealed envelopes covered in blood with "scaaaary storys" inside. I bought one and read it but is was like it was written by some preteen.
The story was called chain face and starred a private detective, but the guy obviously had no clue what a private detective does because in the story he said he was employed by the city. He could walk in and out of the police station and crime scenes but worked out of the public library. One of the pages had him decide on what to investigate by just looking at random leeflets that were on his desk...I don't even know how he had a desk, he was working out of the library.
Anyway, when it got to the monster it wasn't so bad but there were two pages of horrible, missused detective cliches.
There was a chill creeping down my spine... Icy tendrils of doom crept across my person, and I started to perspire... I felt a heavy weight on my back... I slowly turned around... and... There it was...
Man, these remind me of when I religiously read every new creepypasta daily for about 6 months. Some were godawful.
One personal experience stands out, my buddies claimed their house was haunted, but they didn't wanna talk about why; they feared the haunting would get worse if they spoke of it.
Eventually, after enough booze and poking, they agreed to tell us all the paranormal activity..
The room went silent, and they grew dark and solemn for a minute, before speaking in a low voice.
"OK, so the other day, I locked the door, and I'm pretty sure I did.. and I left the keys on the windowsill, and when I came a while back later, the door was unlocked.. and the keys were hanging on the keyhook..
And then there was another time, I tried to light the fire, and then I left the room, and when I came back later, the fire had died out.. by itself..
And there were a load of confusing stuff like that, dude.. just weird stuff"
I wasn't convinced, and highly suspicious he was forgetful or bad at lighting fires
A Pokémon pasta about a male player who was playing a third generation Pokémon game and somehow turned into the female protagonist. The language was rather flowery along the lines of "my hands were filled by ample breasts" (Pokémon game protagonists are ten, by the way) and his voice becoming soft and demure. That and other "got sucked into the game" or "I'm now being killed by game characters who have come out into the real world" pastas have become dead horse tropes.
The thing about a good pasta, like 1999, Local58 and Candle Cove, is that at least some parts of them are plausible and are somehow connected to things which happened in real life (like Candle Cove having been inspired by an Onion article about a real creepy puppet show called Lidsville). Other good pastas, like NoEnd House, Dioneae House and Borrasca (if you consider Borrasca a pasta) aren't believable, but have a great build-up and manage to keep a tension throughout the story. The Pokémon story was outright impossible, didn't contain any tension and was frankly a total cliché. Many Poképastas are amateuristic wannabe horror stories that would fit better on fanfiction.net.