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I'M A SATANISTI LIKE TO READ AND SCARY SCARY STORIES AND URBAN LEGENDS.THIS IS A TOUCHING GHOST STORYTHE TWINSWhen I was seventeen, and before I was married to my first husband, I found out that I was pregnant. At that time I was carrying twins. A few weeks later I began having complications, and one of my twin babies had died. At the time I was living with my parents. My best friend and I shared a room which had been added onto the house years before. One morning I had woke up very early, and had felt a strange presence staring at me. In the corner of my bedroom by the door, I saw a small child. It was a little girl about three or four years old. She has long golden brown curls and she was dressed in a frilly blue dress. She looked very upset, and very afraid. I attempted to talk to her, but she disappeared. At the time I didn't mention this to anyone in the house, but continued to see her quite often. Each time that I saw her, I would try to speak with her, and she would disappear. Then one night my Mom and my best friend and I were in my room laying in my bed just talking about stuff. My Mom turned her head toward the corner of the room, and I noticed that she turned a bit pale, then she shook her head. When we asked her what was wrong She stated that she must be too tired because she was starting to see things. And at that time, I knew that it wasn't just me anymore, and asked my mother what she saw. She stated that she saw a beautiful little girl standing in the corner. I asked her to describe the little girl, and my mother described everything, exactly the same way that I had seen her. I then explained that I had been seeing this child frequently, and how I tried to communicate with her. My mother suggested that I keep trying to do so. So for the next few months, I would talk to this little spirit, and before long she stopped disappearing. But she still made no effort to respond. Then in late November of nineteen ninety-five, I gave birth to my other existing twin baby Kathleen. The little spirit was now becoming a more frequent visitor. She would push my new baby daughter in her wind up baby swing, play with her in her walker, and watch over her while she slept. But the whole time the little girl seemed sad. Then one night, she came to me in a dream and asked me what I would have named her had she been born too. That is when I realized that this little girl was the child that I had lost during my pregnancy. I told her that I would have named her Courtney. And in my dream I held her in my arms. Since that night, she has appeared less frequently, and when she does, she is smiling. I thought that she was wanting me to focus more on my other children. My daughter is now three, the same age as my little spirit child. And looks identical to the little spirit who once stood in my room every night not too long ago. I know that she still visits her twin sister every now and then. Kathleen has told me about how Courtney comes to play with her and her new baby brother. And I feel secure that there is a precious little angel looking out for them.

FACES OF DEATHTHE OLD HAUNTED CHURCHMolested Upon The CrossThis Story Is Dedicated To The Metal Band DeicideThis story was inspired by the horror movie killer clowns from outer space. Check It Out.We live just a few blocks from an ugly and very dirty old church. Behind the church is nothing but endless woods and a few old tombstones. People who have lived here for many years have been telling a chilling story about that old church. Several decades ago, a group of young girls were walking down a lonely street late one evening, when they came upon a man in a clown costume. The man led the young girls into that old church one Halloween night, With the promise of having yummy candy, waiting for them inside. After tricking and trapping them inside, he tied the girls up, and mutilated and molested them. And then he killed them one by one. Then he wrote in the little girls blood the words on a wall "DEAD GIRLS DON'T SAY NO."The next day was a Sunday, and the priest walked in to discover the horrible sight of what had happened the night before. After searching for a mysterious dripping sound in the darkness. He found a pool of blood that a stray cat was licking at. The dripping came from the bloody stumps of several headless and nude, mutilated young girls. Who's bodies were hung upside down impaled on inverted black crosses from the wooden rafters above. Till this day no one knows who did it and no suspects have ever been found. Just a few weeks later, after the girls remains had been buried, a package was delivered to each of the murdered girls homes. And when their parents went to open the boxes, Their screams could not withstand their ghastly horror. In each of the boxes their contained one of the girl's badly decomposed severed head. It is said that the four little girls were buried in a small cemetery, in the woods behind the church. And some say that at night if you go into the church or venture into the woods to that small cemetery, you may see the ghosts of the little girls walking about. Others say you can still hear their screams echoing in the darkness.

CANNIBAL CORPSESEVEREDTHIS IS BASED ON A TRUE STORYThe buzz of the alarm clock was what woke Susan up from a dreamless sleep. When she went to press the snooze button she saw from her sleepy eyes that it was way past time to get up. She bolted out of bed in a panic. "I'm going to be late!" She said out loud. In her mind she punished herself for staying up late the night before just to watch the new CSI episode on TV. She quickly got undressed and took a quick shower. She rushed though getting things organized for the work day. Susan got her two month old child out of his crib and got him ready for the babysitter. Then she grabbed her car keys and locked the door behind her. She put her baby in his car seat in the backseat and then got behind the wheel of her car. After she started the engine and pulled out of the driveway she went though her mind making a mental checklist to see if she had forgotten anything. She assured herself that she hadn't. As she looked down at the car clock she noticed that she was going to be over a half hour late getting to work. Not wanting to put her job in jeopardy, she pressed down on the gas peddle and the car sped down hills and around curves. She even ran though a few stop signs thinking since it was past time for the morning rush hour there would be few drivers on the road. Up ahead she saw a stoplight intersection. Seeing no other vehicles at either side of the intersection she decided to press down hard on the accelerator, even though she had the stoplight on her side. First she saw the blur of a vehicle passing in front of hers and then WHAM!The ear shattering impact of metal crashing into metal was overwhelming. As the ambulance emergency vehicle drove toward the scene of the crash, the paramedics knew that the accident was bad and it was unlikely there would be any survivors. Matt the passenger medic in the ambulance had only been a paramedic for about two years. And he had seen some awful things during that time. The rescue personal got out of their vehicle and divided themselves to cover each of the vehicles in the accident. Matt ran to the young woman's car and peered though the shattered front window. The woman had numerous cuts and bruises all over her body. She had a large gash on her forehead probably caused from the impact of hitting the steering wheel. She was also covered in blood all over her clothes. There was no telling what kind of internal injuries the woman suffered. Matt looked down and seen that the mother was cradling her baby in her arms. It appeared to the young medic that the mother and baby were going to make it through after all. He smiled to himself. He had seen a lot of tragedy in his career and some of the things he'd seen had given him nightmares, forcing him to take sleeping pills just to fall asleep some nights. Matt ran to the other side of the car and opened the passenger door. He climbed inside and sat on the passenger seat. From his training he knew he couldn't move the woman right away. For the paramedics had to first assess the victims injuries. He tried to console the woman, to comfort her. Matt told her that everything was going to be ok. But the woman just ignored him and continued to rock her baby in her arms as she whispered a sweet lullaby to her baby called Hush little baby. Matt reached out to get a hold of the baby from its mothers arms. As he did, the mother lost her grip and the baby's head rolled out of her arms and across the paramedic's lap and fell out of the vehicle. It made a sickening wet noise as it plopped and bobbled onto the road below the car. The young paramedic stared at the little head petrified, as the eyes of innocence lost stared back at him though cold dead eyes in a death glare. In her rush to get to work, the mother had forgotten to strap her baby in his car seat. The trauma of the mother finding that her child was decapitated from the impact of the crash had put such a mental strain on her that she tried to rationalize to herself in her mind that her baby was still alive. So the young mother went about picking up her baby's head from the backseat floorboard and tried to reconnect it back to the baby's torso. That is when the mother decided to cradle her baby in her arms and sing a lullaby to it. The mother's mind was so far gone that she was put into a hospital for the mentally ill. As for Matt the young paramedic, he would have counseling for a long long time.

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