So wat evs this mite b a copy. I don't care. Plz I wanna hear ur ghost storys )true or not (. But not the clown 1 wif the baby sitter. Tht freaked me out so much n my bf still teases me bout it Plzzz write a ghost story here
One night, a girl was babysitting. After the kids were in bed, she called their parents to ask if she could watch cable TV in the master bedroom. "Sure," they said, happy to oblidge. "Thanks," she said, "but can I cover up the clown statue in the corner? It kinda creeps me out." "We don't have a clown statue," the parents said, and hung up. They immediately called the police. The clown was seen running through the street, laughing, later that same night. Not that scary but still, I hate clowns.
I made this one myself "We'd better get back, 'cause it'll be dark soon, and they mostly come out at night... Mostly." said Beth,"Be quiet, we'll be fine, there's no such thing as the the boogyman." We walked up to a tall, broken, brown house. We walked up, and rang the doorbell, nobody answered. We walked away and heard screams from the house, we ran in to see what happened. We walked into the bedroom, there was a skeleton on the floor, but this one wasn't plastic.... We ran to the front door then suddenly, a tall disfigured man stopped us... He had a smile without teeth, two eyepatches,he was well over ten feet tall, and his legs bent backwards. He reached down with his long, disfigured hand and patted my shoulder he said something of "Guu thob, noo ouuu dee..." I managed to decipher what he said, I mumbled "good job, now you die.." after he knew what I said, he picked up Beth and held her, I ran out as fast as I could. Beth was not with me. I saw the man again in a crowd... He had the features of Beth's face... His eyes pierced me, now every night, I lay awake with a knife to my side... I know he watches me with Beth's face, just waiting to steal my face.... I named him, the boogyman And no Secily, not suppose to be you