One time a preacher went to see if he could put a haunt to rest at a house in his settlement. The house had been haunted for about ten years Several people had tried to stay there all night, but they always would get scared out by the haunt.

So this preacher took his bible and went to the house–went on in, built himself a good fire, and lit a lamp. Sat there reading the bible. Then just before midnight he heard something start up the cellar–walking back and forth, back and forth. Then it sounded like somebody was trying to scream and got choked off. Then there was a lot of thrashing around and struggling, And finally everything got quiet.

The old preacher took up his bible again, but before he could start reading, he heard footsteps coming up the cellar stairs. He sat watching the door to the cellar, and the footsteps kept coming closer and closer. He saw the doorknob turn, and when the door began to open, he jumped up and hollered, “What do you want?”

The door shut back easy-like, and there wasn’t a sound. The preacher was trembling a little, but he finally opened the Bible and read awhile. Then he got up and laid the book on the chair and went to mending the fire.

Then the haunt started walking again and–step!–step!–step!– up the cellar stairs. The old preacher sat watching the door, saw the doorknob turn and the door open. It looked like a young woman. He backed up and said, “Who are you? What do you want?”The haunt sort of swayed like she didn’t know what to do–then she just faded out. The old preacher waited, waited, and when he didn’t hear any more noises, he went over and shut the door. He was sweating and trembling all over, but he was a brave man and he thought he’d be able to see it through. So he turned his chair to where he could watch, and he sat down and waited.

It wasn’t long before he heard the haunt start up again, Slowly–step!–step!–step!–step!–closer, and closer–step!–step!– and it was right at the door.

The preacher stood up and held out his Bible out in front of him. Then the knob slowly turned, and the door opened wide. This time the preacher spoke quiet-like. He said, “In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost–who are you and what do you want?”

The haunt came right across the room, straight to him, and took hold of his coat. It was a young woman about twenty years old. Her hair was torn and tangled, and the flesh was dropping off her face so he could see the bones and part of her teeth. She had no eyeballs, but there was a sort of blue light way back in her eye sockets. And she had no nose to her face.

Then she started talking. It sounded like her voice was coming and going with the wind blowing it. She told how her lover had killed her for her money and buried her in the cellar. She said if the preacher would dig up her bones and bury her properly, she could rest.

Then she told him to take the end joint of the little finger from her left hand, and to lay it in the collection plate at the next church meeting–and he’d find out who had murdered her.

And she said, “If you come back here once more after that–you’ll hear my voice at midnight, and I’ll tell you where my money is hid, and you can give it to the church.”

The haunt sobbed like she was tied, and she sunk down toward the floor and was gone. The preacher found her bones and buried them in the graveyard.

The next Sunday the preacher put the finger bone in the collection plate, and when a certain man happened to touch it, it stuck to his hand. The man jumped up and rubbed and scraped and tore at the bone, trying to get it off. Then he went to screaming, like he was going crazy. Well, he confessed to the murder, and they took him on to jail.

After the man was hung, the preacher went back to that house one midnight, and the haunt’s voice told him to dig under the hearthrock. He did. And he found a big sack of money. And where that haunt had held on to his coat, the print of those bony fingers was burned right into the cloth. It never did come out.

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A young man and his wife were on a trip to visit his mother. Usually they arrived in time for supper. But they had gotten a late start, and now it was getting dark. So they decided to look for a place to stay overnight and go on in the morning.

Just off the road, they saw a small house in the woods. “Maybe they went rooms,” the wife said. So they stopped to ask.

An elderly man and woman came to the door. They didn’t rent rooms, they said. But they would be glad to have them stay overnight as their guests. They had plenty of room, and they would enjoy the company.

The old woman made coffee and brought out some cake, and the four of them talked for a while. Then the young couple were taken to their room. They again explained that they wanted to pay for this, but the old man said he would not accept any money.

The young couple got up early the next morning before their hosts had awakened. On a table near the front door, they left an envelope with some money in it for the room. Then they went on to the next town.

They stopped in a restaurant and had breakfast. When they told the owner where they had stayed, he was shocked.

“That can’t be,” he said. “That house burned to the ground and the man and the woman who lived there died in the fire.”

The young couple could not believe it. So they went back the house Only now there was no house. All they found was a burned-out shell. They stood staring at the ruins trying to understand what had happened. Then the woman screamed. In the rubble was a badly burned table, like the one they had seen by the front door. On the table was the envelope they had left that morning.

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The timber wolves around French Creek had gotten out of hand. There were so many wolves, the farmers could not stop them from killing their cattle and sheep. So the state put a bounty on them. It would pay a hunter ten dollars for every wolf pelt he turned in.

A butcher in town named Bill Williams thought that was pretty good money. He stopped working as a butcher and started killing wolves. He was good at it. Every year he killed over 500 hundred of them. That came to more then five thousand dollars. It was quite a bit of money in those days.

After four or five years, Bill had killed so many wolves, there were hardly any left in that area. So he retired, and he vowed never to harm another wolf because wolves had made him rich.

Then one day a farmer reported that a white wolf had killed two of his sheep. He had shot at it and hit it, but bullets didn’t have any effect. Soon that wolf was seen all over the countryside, killing and running.But nobody could stop it.

One night it came into Bill’s yard and killed his pet cow. Bill forgot about his decision never to harm another wolf.

He went into town the next morning and bought a young lamb for bait. He took it out into the hills and tied it to a tree. Then he backed off about fifty yards and sat down under another tree. With his gun in his lap, he waited.

When Bill didn’t come back, his friends started looking for him. Finally they found the lamb. It was still tied to a tree. It was hungry, but it was alive.
Then they found Bill. He was still sitting against the other tree, but he was dead. His throat had been torn open.

But there was no sign of a struggle. His gun hadn’t been fired. There were no tracks in the soil around him. As for the white wolf, it was never seen again.

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Ted Martin and Sam Miller were good friends. They spent a lot of time together. On this particular night they were sitting on a fence near the post office talking about one thing and another.

There was a field of turnips across the road. Suddenly they saw something crawl out of the field and stand up. It looked like a man, but in the dark it was hard to tell for sure. Then it was gone.

But soon it appeared again. It walked halfway across the road, then it turned around and went back into the field.

Then it came out a third time and started toward them. By now Ted and Tom were scared, and they started running. But when they finally stopped, they decided they were being foolish. They weren’t sure what has scared them. So they decided to go back and get a better look.

Pretty soon they saw it, for it was coming to meet them. It was wearing black pants, a white shirt, and black suspenders.

Sam said, “I’m going to try to touch it. Then we’ll know if it’s real.”

He walked up to it and peered into its face. It had bright penetrating eyes sunk deep in its head. It looked like a skeleton.

Ted took one look and screamed, and again he and Sam ran, but this time the skeleton followed them. When they got to Ted’s house they stood in the doorway and watched it. It stayed out in the road for a while. Then it disappeared.

A year later Ted got sick and died. Toward the end, Sam sat up with him every night. The night Ted died, Sam said he looked just like the skeleton.

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There are ghosts in the following stories. One comes back as a real person. Another takes revenge on her murderer. And there are other strange happenings.

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The following are jump stories from Scary Stories 1 that you can use to make your friends JUMP with fright.

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There was an old woman all skin and bone

Who lived near the graveyard all alone.


She thought she’d go to church one day

To hear the parson preach and pray.


And when she came to the church-house stile

She thought she stop and rest awhile.


She came up to the door

She thought she’d stop and rest some more.


But when she turned and looked around

She saw a corpse upon the ground.


From its nose down to its chin

The worms crawled out, and the worms crawled in.


The woman to the preacher said,

“Shall I look like that when I am dead?”


The preacher to the woman said,

‘You shall look like that when you are dead! ”

(Now scream:)


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Some say this rhyme doesn’t mean anything. Others are not so sure.

There was a man who lived in Leeds;

He filled his garden full of seeds.

And when the seeds began to grow,

It was like a garden filled with snow.

But when the snow began to melt,

It was like a ship without a belt.

And when the ship began to sail,

It was like an eagle in the sky was like a bird without a tail.

And when the bird began to fly,

It was like an eagle in the sky.

And when the sky began to roar,

It was like a lion at my door.

(Now drop your voice.) And when the door began to crack, It was like a penknife in my back—

(Turn out any lights.) I was dead, dead, dead indeed!

(Jump at your friends and scream:)


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There was a haunted house where every night a bloody head fell down the chimney. At least that’s what people said. So nobody would stay there overnight.

Then a rich man offered two hundred dollars to whoever would do it. And this boy said he would try if he could have his dog with him. So it was all settled.

The very next night the boy went to the house with his dog. To make it more cheerful, he started a fire in the fireplace. Then he sat in front of the fire. and waited, and his dog waited with him.

For a while nothing happened. But a little after midnight he heard someone singing softly off in the woods. The singing sounded something like this:

“Me tie dough-ty walker!”

“It’s just somebody singing,” the boy told himself, but he was frightened. Then his dog answered the song! Softly and sadly, it sang:

“Lynchee kinchy colly molly dingo dingo!”

The boy could not believe his ears. His dog had never uttered a word before. Then a few minutes later, he heard the singing again. Now it was closer. and louder, but the words were the same:

“Me tie dough-ty walker!”

This time the boy tried to stop his dog from answering. He was afraid that whoever was singing would hear it and come for them. But his dog paid no attention, and again it sang:

“Lynchee kinchy colly molly dingo dingo!”

A half-hour later the boy heard the singing again. Now it was in the back yard, and the song was the same.


Again the boy tried to keep his dog quiet. But the dog sang out louder then ever:


Soon the boy heard the singing again. Now it was coming down the chimney:


The dog sang right back:


Suddenly a bloody head fell out of the chimney. It missed the fire and landed right next to the dog. The dog took one look at it and keel over–dead from fright. The head turned and stared at the boy and slowly it opened its mouth and—

(Turn to one of your friends and scream:)


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There was an old woman who lived all by herself, and she was very lonely. Sitting in the kitchen one night, she said, “Oh, I wish I had some company.”

No sooner had she spoken than down the chimney tumbled two feet from which the flesh had rotted. The old woman’s eyes bulged with terror.

Then a body tumbled down, then two arms, and a man’s head.

As the old woman watched, the parts came together into a great, gangling man. The man danced around and around the room. Faster and faster he went. Then he stopped, and he looked into her eyes.

“What do you come for?” she asked in a small voice that shivered and shook.

“What do I come for?” he said. “I come—for YOU!” (As you shout the last words, stamp your foot and jump at someone nearby.)

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