Horror Story Ideas - Story Writing For Scaring People

Updated on May 11, 2016

My Very Own Scary Story Ideas for Writers to Develop

I'm allowing people to see some of my horror story ideas in the hopes of motivating myself into developing some of my own story writing. The reasoning behind this is a little embarrassing, but since it bears on me deciding to write this article, here are some broad strokes of this tale:

The creative bug didn't bite me until I was an adult. As I found myself reading good stories, watching good movies, and looking at great art, I discovered that I longed to create such things on my own. I wanted to say that my job was to create. I quickly began to accumulate ideas, and since I loved the horror genre, a lot of them leaned towards the darker side of things. I began forming horror story ideas everywhere and thoroughly enjoyed jotting down plots of frightening tales. This went on for years, and despite accumulating so many ideas, I still don't have any concrete creations yet. Hopefully, this article will help inspire me to start fleshing these plots out and put them out into the universe.

Personal anecdote aside, let's get to the meat on the bones, shall we? Here are 27 scary story ideas for you to hopefully develop or at least be inspired by! Enjoy.

Horror Story Ideas

  1. As your grandfather lies on his deathbed, he tells you of a terrible crime he committed many years ago and got away with. He also tells you that his freedom was the result of a spell he performed and that you should expect a visit from a dark man. "He will come out of the shadows," are his last words.
  2. A hiker is trapped in a freak snowstorm but finds shelter in an old cave. As the weeks pass, he grows hungry. Water is not a problem, but he is a meat eater and he begins to look at his lower leg. "There's a lot of good muscle on the lower leg." He draws out his knife and prepares to do what's necessary to survive.
  3. A small child begins to take a huge interest in horror films. He begins to experiment with small animals, but eventually decides to graduate on to humans. His only decision is to focus on adults or other children. He then begins to sneak out at night on a regular basis . . .
  4. An old serial killer is suffering from the equivalent of writer's block and has not killed in three years . . . until he reads an article about horror story ideas.
  5. You are invited to a swanky party full of rich and boring people. To amuse yourself, you ask someone a rather innocent, hypothetical question, "Do you know what it's like to kill a person?" Then, someone says yes.

Short Horror Story Ideas that Focus on Creatures and Monsters

  1. Larry is a necrophiliac and often visits old cemeteries at night to indulge in his hobby. Imagine his surprise after spending hours digging through rooted ground at hearing sounds coming from inside a casket. Larry smiles . . . and then begins to open it.
  2. There is an old legend about the land the Preston family just purchased at a rock bottom price. The family that used to live in the city is going to find out that they definitely need to do research before buying real estate in the country for a price that is too good to believe.
  3. A person visits the same spot in the forest every night for the past five months He (or she) always stays until dawn until he has to get ready to go to work. He had heard a rumor that the forest was inhabited by some sort of monster. Tonight, he'll find out that the rumors are true.
  4. Ricky has been given the OK to get a pet dog and, despite looking all day, he just couldn't find the one he wanted. They were heading home when they saw someone putting out a "dog for sale" sign at a house. The boy falls in love with the animal and convinces his parents to purchase it despite their reservations. So, what were the parents nervous about? They had never seen a dog that stood so tall, with solid red eyes, even though they were assured by the owner that these were just medical oddities.
  5. Emily knew the risks of calling forth such ancient creatures for simple favors, but she just had to make Josh love her. Nothing else was more important. She had done everything the book said to do down, down to the last detail, and felt confident her spell would be successful. It's a shame that she didn't realize the typo on the word "tree." Someone had forgotten the letter "h." Now, Emily has to live inside her body alongside a powerful demon—a demon that takes control more often than she wants it to.

Scary Ghost Story Ideas (Featuring Other Things That Go Bump In the Night)

  1. Rose was quite comfortable with Henry having an imaginary friend. After all, she had one when she was little was fine. Tom was a little worried about him talking to nothing all the time, but she wasn't. She picked up his clothes and headed to his room; the door was closed, as usual. She opened it just in time to see a checker piece move across the board . . . by itself.
  2. As the spirit sat and watched the girl on the other side of the mirror, he felt such sadness. Despite being dead for only a short time, it felt like an eternity. He watched his wife with loving eyes and watched as she put the gun into her mouth. "It'll be good to see her again," he thought.
  3. Ouija boards are tricky contraptions. Even the most seasoned demonologist will tell you to treat them with extreme caution. As the salesman was going over the finer points of using the device, all Karen could think about was why someone would bother to create one using human bones. She would later regret not learning why.
  4. A new author becomes worried when he can't come up with a good idea for his second book. In an act of desperation, he takes out a very old book that his grandfather brought back from the homeland. As he turns the book to an ancient spell, he seriously contemplates contacting H.P. Lovecraft and making a slave out of him.
  5. Allen has tried to contact the spirit world 12 times, and has failed 12 times. This time, he has taken some advice from a seasoned medium and feels confident he will succeed. Too bad, because he didn't know the medium was suffering from a mental breakdown while giving him that advice. He will definitely get more than he bargained for on this attempt.

Short Scary Story Ideas to Develop at Your Own Leisure

  1. A man is working the graveyard shift when "Twilight Zone" by Golden Earring comes on the radio. The clock strikes 2 A.M. just as the song lyrics "It's 2 A.M., the fear has gone . . ." plays. The lights go out, yet the radio continues playing. Other things begin to happen as well. The song continues to play this whole time.
  2. A guy has an opportunity to spend the night with a childhood crush who has been dead for over twenty years. There are drawbacks, of course.
  3. A 7-year-old child decides to take revenge on his abusive parents after getting no help from his teacher. He also draws inspiration from watching Friday the 13th Part III.
  4. A painter decides to make his ultimate masterpiece by using his own blood to paint with.
  5. A woman is overcome with the need to dig a hole in a particular spot on her lawn. After digging 30 feet down, she finds something: a doorknob and a door.

Lastly, Some One-Liner Writing Prompts to Get Those Creative Juices Flowing

  1. Four strangers are drawn to a small town to enter a bizarre contest.
  2. A small child will go to any lengths to win this year's science fair.
  3. A guy becomes worried when he notices the neighborhood cats begin following him.
  4. All of a sudden you can hear the thoughts of plants, and they are not pleasant.
  5. Someone leaves an old key with directions on where the lock is. Do you follow?
  6. A town falls victim to a large plague of killer rats.
  7. What would you do if you suspected your child of killing someone?

What type of horror stories do you like to read or write?

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      Bethany Wells 2 days ago

      I am writing a horror story 3 in fact

      1. The Rising

      2. Room 309

      3. Shadows into Light

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      3 days ago

      here is another story;

      When I was six, I remember my mother hiring psychologists, trying to tell why was I talking to walls, but little did they know I was not talking to walls, but the figure that lived in it. My mother had all the right to be worried, imagine a six-year-old that never slept, never had the desire to eat and all she wanted to do, is talk to walls, I heard my mother cry sometimes at night, and with my father’s death, things got worse, my mother’s temper got worse, she was angry all the time, that one day, she put me on a sleeping drug, and little did she know, the figure did not want me to sleep.The next day I woke up, with 2 things in my mind, why had they diagnosed me with schizophrenia and where did I get this awful scar from, I then realized that _she_ did itMother came up and she gasped, she looked at the 5-inch scar on my leg and arms and asked what happened, I told her the truth but she got scared and she decided it was for the best to leave our house, and as I expected the figure got angryI clearly remember that the next morning we wake up, notes written with blood scrambled on the walls, it read; You cannot hide from me, and at this exact point, my mother and I left the houseOne day, I was home alone and I decided to watch Tv, I jumped when I saw her, the figure from the wall standing and holding a knife, I ran outside and called my mother, police came and they found nothing, but I am sure my eyes have not failed me, the next day mom brought a psychologist, an old friend of mine, and he said that since my father’s tragedy things could have slipped out of my mind and this image I saw, might have been in a horror movie I had seen before, and as much as I’d like to believe him..for a moment I did...but...but.... the eyes in the walls just blinked

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      3 days ago

      to write horror stories imagine all things that comfort you and twist it, or write a list of all things you get scared of and write about it.

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      Nandika 4 days ago

      OMG SO GOOD BETTER THAN MINE I TRY TO DO HORROR STORIES BUT IT ENDS TO BE FUNNY I DONT KNOW HOW PEOPLE

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      Awahyjim Carlos 5 days ago

      What would you do if you suspected your child of killing someone?

      Some, I mean, most of my characters: be proud of them.

      ME: Damn it why did they learn evil things from me. I don't talk about horror stuff anymore since my youngest brother in grade 3 starts talking about murdering people. I am a bad influence. :(

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      Awahyjim Carlos 5 days ago

      The old serial killer story idea murdered me. What if someone s actually doing that...scary

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      6 days ago

      I remember babysitting a child one day, and she like all children had dolls, but what was funny she named one girl doll jack, I asked if she wanted to play hide and seek, she agreed on one condition, Jack plays too, I did not mind, after all, my doll kitty was with me too when I was a child, I played and almost instantly I found her in the closet, I told her it was bed time, but she said the game was not over, Jack was yet to be found, i said it was enough and i would get in trouble if I let her stay up late, she started crying and said in a trembling voice if you do not find him, he finds you.

      I went home after her parents came, and my front door was open and the lights were out, there was a note on the front porch,

      I FOUND YOU!

      -HIM

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      Derpifox 10 days ago

      Ahmed Hussein- When i opened the door to my room. I realized something odd. I left my doll on the chair with the rest of the dolls, but it had moved. I didn't know who did it because my parents weren't home. Suddenly, I felt a strange chill like if something was creeping up my back. One of my dolls was missing. I ran to the kitchen and a knife was missing. "Look behind you (Your Character's Name)".

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      MikGamerPRO 12 days ago

      I want to write a book of horror. can you help me?

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      Ahmed Hussein 13 days ago

      Can you please help me how to write story about scary doll

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      Anita (again lol) 2 weeks ago

      Ellie dragged herself upstairs. She had just come home from the craggy, neglected church where her mother forced her to do voluntary work. As she heaved her heavy legs up the steep, dusty stairs and chucked off her chunky shoes, they smashed fiercely against the dense, plaster wall. When she turned on the light, her bedroom had never felt much like home. Her homemade chandelier glittered and created a cracked glass effect on the floor. The duvet, which was dark blue, was spilled on the ground and surrounded by pillows on the floor. The bed frames created a sudden creaking sound - CRERRRRRR! - as it they were struggling to hold up the mattress. Ellie turned off her light and it made an unusually loud noise ; as if someone had just dropped a heavy book on the floor. Walking whilst on her phone, she sat on her bed and sighed. CRERRRRRR! The bed sounded again. Ellie pulled on her duvet and shut her eyes tightly. A shuffling was heard on the floor. In the corner on the room, a spark of light appeared and a high pitched, quiet noise arose. What was it?

      Shortly after, a long, winding shadow poured down the stairs. It looked like a cadaverous, gaunt, human-like branch which slowly snaked along the hallway. When it moved, it sounded bizarrely similar to the creaking bed. CRERRRRRR! The wind whistled and the curtains attacked the room. A long figure spiralled onto the 2nd floor and stuck out its long, cruddy, as sharp as blade nails. It (not he) sneaked into Ellie’s room. She lay, unconscious, covered up in her thick ocean coloured quilt. All of a sudden the elongated, devilish shadow fell upon her.

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      Anita 2 weeks ago

      A blind man becomes a horrific murderer to avenge his sight. All in his sleep...

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      hehehe 2 weeks ago

      soon people stopped looking for monsters under their bed when they discovered they where inside their head

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      Kaymin 2 weeks ago

      A girl who is living in a haunted house with an abusive mother

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      hailey koczrowski 4 weeks ago

      i recently wrote about clowns.........a man hears a noise at night to see its....... next morning thats gone. i used alot of detail its called the secret circus

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      Aiza 4 weeks ago

      Please help me to make a horror script for our movie project

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      Anonymous 5 weeks ago

      Ghost hunting teenagers,hunted house near graveyard oujia board gone wrong, 7 teens come 3 come out

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      Jellie 5 weeks ago

      My stories were for TPSP: Pursuit of Passion... 2017-2018 and I needed some tips on how to write them better.

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      Unknown 5 weeks ago

      So I write stories and I wrote this about a girl who got stalked by this 48 year old guy who had wrinkles. My teachers and my friends loved it even crush. Hehe

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      Brianna 5 weeks ago

      An abandoned girl who ventures through a dark and almost never ending forest. She comes to find she likes the darkness, and discovers there's more to it than just lack of light.

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      Veronica 6 weeks ago

      My story has two parts. It’s called: The Valentine Letters both pages are ten pages long both sides. It’s pretty much about a girl who has two twin sister the girl is 14 and the other sisters are 16 and they are twins one I the sisters is special needs and the other one hates her so the 14 year old decides to kill the one that doesn’t want to help with her special needs sister then her friend finds out so she goes to kill her friend but the murderer dies by drowning and comes back to life. She finally kills her friend then her mom and special needs sister get in a car crash and the murderer wakes up screaming in a hospital the doctors come in and say she was in a coma for 3 years and everyone died, now she’s wondering if she’s didnt kill them, how did she see it. It’s only called the valentine letters because each victim gets three horrifying valentine letters saying they will die on Valentine’s Day and they die on Valentine’s Day

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      Jellie 7 weeks ago

      This is part 1 of my story: (Can't find a good title name)

      Rose and Her Souls:Part 1

      As Jason walks, he sees Rose, a creepy girl from his school following him with a bag. Rose always follows boys with the same brown bag everyday, usually Jason. He turns around and sees Rose speed up her pace catching up to him, he starts to run to the bus stop but she grabs him by the shirt and knocks him out, covering his head with the bag.

      When Jason wakes up, he is tied up in a chair. Rose stands over him with a large book. “Don’t worry Jason, this book is safe and has the spell necessary for my hunger. No need to be afraid this won’t hurt a bit, I think.” Rose says innocently. Screaming, Jason yells, “No! Stop! Help! Somebody! I’m tied up! Help me! Help me!” as he gasps for air, Rose puts her hands on each of his cheeks repeating the spell and walks away for a moment leaving her hands on his cheeks. Slowly, Jason lifts his own hands and peels the soft, fleshy hands dislocated from Rose’s arms, terrified he screams and faints.

      STAY TUNED FOR PART 2

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      Donald Trump 7 weeks ago

      Thanks so much! I wrote a story about an evil chocolate cake that nuked America. Really helped!

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      Jellie 7 weeks ago

      I hope you guys like it... I'm not exactly finished yet though.

      My family and I just moved into a house for a great price and the neighborhood is hopefully safe. Our neighbor give us disappointed looks whenever they walk by our house, but my mom says their just jealous. My parent’s fixed the plumbing and straightened the house up in less than six months, which I thought was a short time.

      A few weeks later, I wake up hearing my mom screaming in the bedroom, I jump out of bed and run into my brother in the hallway. We glanced at each other worried about what will happened and we run to our parents room, I kick the door open and see my mom’s headless body lying on the ground in the bathroom while her bloody head dangling on the light above the mirror. David turns around and sees my dad lying down in the bed unconscious. Scared, David calls the police crying and telling them what he saw.

      When they arrived I was already in tears with David on the front porch. A police officer spoke with David asking him questions after he stopped crying, “What happened upstairs?”

      “I don’t know.” replied David.

      “How old are you and your sister and where is your father?”

      “I’m 12 and she is 8. My dad is unconscious upstairs.” I started to cry even harder.

      More police cars and an ambulance came in front of our house, neighbors soon were getting out of their houses to see what all the commotion was about, when they saw us they just shook their heads sadly as if they knew what happened. My dad finally wakes up yelling, “What the heck happened? What the heck happened to my wife?” and runs to the front door confused with what’s going on, they pull him aside telling him the sad truth and ask him questions. He answers them all, but he stubbornly asked, “Who murdered my wife?”

      When they told him that they didn’t know who, my dad slowly turns around and walks into the house. I shyly follow my dad and hold his hand repeating over and over, ”What do we do now? What do we do now?” He sighed, “I don’t know sweetie.” Once my mom got murdered, my dad was depressed all the time and found a new wife two weeks later. David told me that he was online dating trying to find a new wife to keep him company and help him raise us better. The police didn’t know what to do since they had no clues and they were busy with robberies around the city, I always hated the police anyway.

      Our new ‘mom’ didn’t like the fact that she slept in a bedroom where someone was murdered, dad wanted her to be happy, so she got to choose a room she wanted instead. She chose my room to sleep in, probably because it was the biggest room. “Samantha, why do I have to sleep here? My mom recently died here! Why can’t David sleep here and I sleep in his room?” Talking sense into her did not work, it just got her mad, “Shut up and sleep here or you will sleep in the garage!” Dad came in drooping and mumbled, “Listen to you mother please.” “She is not my mom.” I said back, glaring at Samantha. She glared back and went to the bathroom mirror to admire her reflection. Satisfied with her beauty, she walked out and somehow tripped on the mat falling the floor. I tried to hold back a laugh as she stumbled out of the room angrily slamming the door behind her.

      At night I woke up hearing scratching noises, I look at my window. Then, in the bathroom the noises grew louder. I slowly walk up to the mirror, turning on the bathroom light I shakely ask, “Hello, anybody there?”, no answer. As I walk away I looked back into the bathroom with the light still on, the light was flickering. I even thought I heard muffled whispers from the sink. But whatever, I didn’t pay much attention because I was still tired.

      In the morning, I run downstairs looking for my dad and breakfast. There was a note a the fridge saying that Samantha and Dad were going on a trip to Galveston, and they will be back tomorrow at 8:00 A.M. I go upstairs to wake up my brother and tell him to make me breakfast, as usual he was sleeping. I punch him awake and he lazily comes out of bed and makes breakfast. The rest of the day, David and I play video games. Night comes faster than I expected, I fall asleep easily but wake up at night hearing the same noises last night.

      This time I know that I’m dreaming because my mom stands in front of me telling me to stay away from something, before it gets me too. I wake up panicking and more scared than ever. I look at the bathroom in front of me angrily and before I was even thinking of what I was about to do I run into the bathroom kicking and running wild. I suddenly stop once I feel something, something cold, something digging into my skin peeling my flesh. I scream like how my mom did, a rotten hand covers my mouth while slowly slicing my arms with it’s teeth, I was in too much pain. It stopped and disappeared into the walls once my brother ran in.

      He saw me and called the hospital and police telling them to hurry before I lose too much blood. He looks at me freaking out and asking, “Who did this to you? What happened?” The ambulance arrives and takes me to the hospital calling my dad, Samantha told them to take care of me but they are not going back no matter what. I really hate her now, I literally almost died and all she wants is to stay in Galveston with my dad lying on the sand tanning.

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      Spring trap 7 weeks ago

      This helped a lot...

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      Aiza 2 months ago

      Any type of horror suspense..

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      ?????? 2 months ago

      Sure! What type of suspense script do you want?

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      Aiza 2 months ago

      Can you help me to make a horror suspense script? We need to create a movie for our project.

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      ?????? 2 months ago

      I hope you like this story.

      An anonymous boy finds out that a murderer is outside his house. He tries to call for help but no one believes him. He tries calling the police. When they search the place, they find an empty elmo costume near an open window. They ask the boy if he saw the man. When he replies no, they decide that he is gone.

      Later that evening, he hears a voice say, "Why did you call the cops? Why? I'm your best friend."

      The boy is terrified and asked, "Who are you?!!"

      There is no response, but the boy can now hear a knife coming from its sheath. He screams, "WHO THE HECK ARE YOU?????!!!!!!!!"

      "Why, I thought you knew, I'm-"

      The attacker's response is cut short by the screams of the unknown boy.

      Sad, isn't it how sometimes, the tension rises, but the story is cut short. There would have been such a long story if someone hadn't have CUT it short.

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      Saakshi 2 months ago

      Nyc but put some more afforts....

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      Chris P. Bacon (Not my real name) 2 months ago

      Ive finished one of my stories that i think turned out super good all my friends liked it.

      so this girl rented a house for 3 days until she could go stay at her aunts place, all 3 nights where unpleasant, she encounters a long slender creature, its not slender man, the last night the women looks down to the side of the bed and happens to see the long black slender creature, she didn't scream or make a noise, the creature put its long slender finger to its mouth and said ¨Hushh..Don't tell¨ and crawled out of the window, the girl quickly called her friend and told her, what happened next was unpleasant, and remains unknown till this day

      well that's the story!

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      hello 2 months ago

      I have a writing competition and this helped

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      Rick Riordan 2 months ago

      I will create a book about one of these

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      why am i here? 2 months ago

      thanks this helped

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      boo 3 months ago

      any body know what type of monster I should put in my story

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      boo 3 months ago

      what would you do if you were being chased by a monster and it killed your parents

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      stay calm and do some art 3 months ago

      i love writing books, mostly scary or supernatural.

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      Colin Greienr 3 months ago

      I don't really know what to write about and how to start a scary or horrifying story. So if anyone has an idea please tell me.

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      Zak 3 months ago

      Thanks man this helped me a lot with my drama homework I hope my teacher isn't reading this

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      cool 3 months ago

      love the ideas writting one now

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      carla m. 3 months ago

      i love horror stories, movies anything that will give you the chills.if i could be in a horror movie it would be a dream come true.

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      daygoro 3 months ago

      i need help doing an assignment for my high school writing contest

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      Ellee 3 months ago

      Dead bodys

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      damon 3 months ago

      how was that? i was acting out my favorite book, MORPHIUS ROAD: THE LIGHT. here is what this book is about: Marshall Seaver is being haunted. Or maybe we should say, hunted, because it was that too. Marsh is left alone to deal with demons both of his own making and those that are reaching out from beyond the grave. Follow this series to outer reaches of reality where the supernatural becomes . . . natural.

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      Hunter Clayton 3 months ago

      I love scary stories!

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      angle williams 3 months ago

      headless horseman

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      Luci 3 months ago

      I need small scary starting topic suitable for any scary story

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      Emily BUte 3 months ago

      i need some ideas for a scary story

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      Emily BUte 3 months ago

      I need help writing my scary story

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      Savannah Nicholson 3 months ago

      A girl's father is overcome with paranoia, and he posts security cameras inside and outside of the house. One day, she gets home from school and finds the house empty, except for a note written in blood on the wall. It reads, "It had to be done."

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      Gabe Navarette 4 months ago

      I know I already posted this, but I've added new material. I need some ruthless editing because none of my 8th grade English teachers will look at it because of the graphicness. I need someone with an eye for detail and blood and violence.

      The Woods

      By Gabe Navarette

      It was a foggy, artic day in southern Nevada. I was setting up for our annual camping trip with my cousin, and I fell to the ground when I tripped over a rock while loading a tent into the truck. I saw that my knee was bleeding lightly. “I’m fine” I said to my cousin. “We should just go. Get in the car.” I told him. When we got there, we set up camp. The place was very eerie, as there was a dense layer of fog covering the rocky terrain of the isolated campground in northern Nevada.

      “Ben, why couldn’t we just go to California?” Andrew said.

      “Do you know how far that is?” I said to him.

      “It took us three and a half hours to get here! I’m sure California is just about five hours from home!” He screamed. Just then, we both heard something rustle in the dry bushes.

      “Do you have any idea what that was?” I asked him.

      “No, because I didn’t book this place, because in the middle of nowhere!!” He was screaming now. It felt like it got closer. Boom. I looked up and saw a man. A man in a suit and tie. Just staring in our direction. I looked at Andrew, and when I looked back, he was gone. Boom.

      The next morning, I wake up. I look to my side, where Andrew was sleeping, and he was not there. I get up and start calling for him. My words in the hollow sounding woods seemed to holler back at me. “Andrew?” I shouted into the vast nothingness of the forest. I heard him scream, and I heard laughter. I turned slowly behind me only to see Andrew dangling from a tree by his arms, his feet were tied together and about a foot from the ground. Blood everywhere. His wrists sliced up to his forearm. His legs had cuts and bruises all over them. Gashes from what looks only like a knife, all the way up from his pelvic bone to his chest. His face mangled and shredded by what looked like claws. His insides ripped out through a deep incision from his groin all the way to his sternum.The man smiled a crooked smile, blood streaming down his face starting at his lips. His teeth covered in blood. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!” I scream. I run at him with a sense of urgency I haven’t felt since I was studying for my finals in college. He seemed to disappear without a trace. He was gone once again. Leaving me to only myself and my thoughts. My disgusting, bloody thoughts.

      Hours later, I went over to his side of the tent to discover his phone was ringing. It was a Nevada area code. I assumed it was my aunt, checking in on my cousin, so I answered.

      “Hello?” I said into the phone.

      “Your move.” Someone said on the other line. It sounded like a man. He had a low, raspy voice. He sounded middle-aged.

      “What do you mean?” I whispered into the phone.

      “You better get home, before you find more bodies. Good luck.” He said

      You piece of s-” I yelled into the phone which had disconnected. I tried to call the police, but my phone wouldn’t make the call. I ran for my car, but it wouldn’t start so I checked under the hood. The battery was missing.

      Chapter 2

      Andrew got yet another call. “Guess who?” the man exclaimed excitedly.

      “Where are you?” I screamed.

      “That’s a very good question, Ben. Very good question.”

      “How did you know my name? I never told you my name.”

      “Your luck will run out eventually. Why I haven’t just gotten on with it and gutted you, is because I want to play a game.” He said.

      “What kind of game??” I whispered out of fear and anxiety.

      “I will see if you have what it takes to survive. You will see in due time. My work here is done. Nighty night” he whispered. Then he hung up the phone. I was in utter and sheer terror and could not move. I stood there. Who the hell is this guy? I thought to myself. Oh no. That’s the serial killer that was talked about on the news. Why is he after me? I remember him saying, “That’s a very good question, Ben, very good question.” Indeed it was. I dwelled on that for the rest of the day and into the early hours of the next morning.

      When I woke up the next day, there was a young woman sitting next to the burnt out fire that I had made with Andrew.

      “Hi! My name is Bonnie.”

      “How long have you been here?” I asked.

      “Since you fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake you.” She said. Although it probably would have been best to not wait until the next morning and scare the everliving crap out of me. I sit next to her. “Why are you here now? Why couldn’t you have gotten here before Andrew died? What made you come now? How the hell did you even know I was here?” I asked this series of questions with seemingly rapid succession.

      At this point Bonnie will take over for the man in the suit (Still haven't decided on a name yet) If you could take a minute or aboout five to look over this that would be great! Thanks!

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      Blue the raptor 4 months ago

      Can you please make a page where you are giving horror story ideas like the nouns, adjectives, verbs, adverbs, and onomatopoeias please and thank you?

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      Darkness 4 months ago

      They were only doing something innocent. They were merely acting out the death scene when one person took it too far...

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      ANONOMOUSE 4 months ago

      Evrybody sead the old Bosworth mansion was haunted ,but we still went inside.

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      hi 4 months ago

      hi its a bit wierd

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      Bryan Smith 4 months ago

      A women/man wake up to a cry/whimper from and animal outside.she investigates to find it a man who escaped an asylum and killed a animal and is wearing its skin to torment the girl

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      teerski2@stu.k12.wv.us 4 months ago

      The Mirror in the Basement

      It is about this group of girls that gather in one house to have a sleepover, then they went down to the Basement, and found an old mirror. They thought it would be fun to bring the mirror upstairs and play around with it. They eventually go missing one by one, soon they realize that it was the mirror.

      I will post my story on this website after it is written.....

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      QWERTYUIOP 4 months ago

      People get stranded on an island and they decide to eat each other up!! how tasty!!!!

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      Ryan 4 months ago

      I had a good story going but my doc was deleted and now im upset because that was a GOOD story. Sure it made me sound psychotic but it was still really descriptive.

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      Siouxloversareboss 4 months ago

      A group of teenagers trolls everyone else in an online group by telling made-up stories about terrible things they’ve done. Things then get out of hand.

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      No interesting stories here : ( 4 months ago

      I want scary stories

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      V0ILENLENCE 4 months ago

      I LOVe blood and SCARY STUFF. I sometimes laugh when I see someone dies :)

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      Amna Khan 4 months ago

      Write a suspense short story (500 words) based on the title ("The Body Snatcher")

      -3 suspense techniques.

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      anna.heimbuck@choteauschools.net 4 months ago

      you should write about the creepest babysitter you ever had

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      Emma chaplin 4 months ago

      I loved it

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      Alyse Gill 4 months ago

      Can someone give me a rough draft for a short story

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      Pikachuflower 4 months ago

      Now making a horror story

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      whydontwelover 4 months ago

      im writing a fan fiction and so far the ex is kidnapping the main character and i need a plan but i aint got one

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      cazza 4 months ago

      I love doggos xox

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      lillie 4 months ago

      how would we write a horror story......

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      Gabe Navarette 4 months ago

      This is one that I came up with:

      The Woods

      It was a normal, cold day in southern Nevada. I was setting up for our annual camping trip with my cousin, and I fell to the ground when I tripped over a rock while loading a tent into the truck. I saw that my knee was bleeding lightly. “I’m fine” I said to my cousin. “We should just go. Get in the car.” I told him. When we got there, we set up camp. The place was very eerie, as there was a dense layer of fog covering the rocky terrain of the isolated campground in northern Nevada.

      “Ben, why couldn’t we just go to California?” Andrew said.

      “Do you know how far that is?” I said to him.

      “It took us three and a half hours to get here! I’m sure California is just about five hours from home!” He screamed. Just then, we both heard something rustle in the dry bushes.

      “Do you have any idea what that was?” I asked him.

      “No, because I didn’t book this place, because in the middle of nowhere!!” He was screaming now. It felt like it got closer. Boom. I looked up and saw a man. A man in a suit and tie. Just staring in our direction. I looked at Andrew, and when I looked back, he was gone. Boom.

      The next morning, I wake up. I look to my side, where Andrew was sleeping, and he was not there. I get up and start calling for him. My words in the hollow sounding woods seemed to holler back at me. “Andrew?” I shouted into the vast nothingness of the forest.

      I heard laughter. I turned slowly behind me only to see Andrew dangling from a tree by his arms, his feet were tied together and about a foot from the ground. Blood everywhere. His wrists sliced up to his forearm. His legs had cuts and bruises all over them. Gashes from what looks only like a knife, all the way up from his pelvic bone to his chest. His face mangled and shredded by what looked like claws. His insides ripped out through a deep incision from his groin all the way to his sternum.The man smiled a crooked smile, blood streaming down his face starting at his lips. His teeth covered in blood. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!!!” I scream. I run at him with a sense of urgency I haven’t felt since I was studying for my finals in college. He seemed to disappear without a trace. He was gone once again. Leaving me to only myself and my thoughts. My disgusting, bloody thoughts.

      Hours later, I went over to his side of the tent to discover his phone was ringing. It was a Nevada area code. I assumed it was my aunt, checking in on my cousin, so I answered.

      “Hello?” I said into the phone.

      “Your move.” Someone said on the other line. It sounded like a man. He had a low, raspy voice. He sounded middle-aged.

      “What do you mean?” I whispered into the phone.

      “You better get home, before you find more bodies. Good luck.” He said

      You piece of s-” I yelled into the phone which had disconnected. I tried to call the police, but my phone wouldn’t make the call. I ran for my car, but it wouldn’t start so I checked under the hood. The battery was missing.

      Andrew got another call. “Guess who?” the man exclaimed excitedly.

      “Where are you?” I screamed.

      “That’s a very good question, Ben. Very good question.”

      “How did you know my name? I never told you my name.”

      “Your luck will run out eventually. Why I haven’t just gotten on with it and gutted you, is because I want to play a game.” He said.

      “What kind of game??” I whispered out of fear and anxiety.

      “I will see if you have what it takes to survive. You will see in due time. I see everything. From you falling and skinning your knee, to just you. Right now. Nighty night” he whispered. Then he hung up the phone. I was in utter and sheer terror and could not move. I stood there. Who the hell is this guy? I thought to myself. Oh no. That’s the serial killer that was talked about on the news. Why is he after me? I remember him saying, “That’s a very good question, Ben, very good question.” Indeed it was. I dwelled on that for the rest of the day and into the early hours of the morning.

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      Jayann 4 months ago

      Jane is walking home when she sees a river. She then feels like she should take a dip. After she jumps inside................... She never came out

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      Scaredycat2.0 4 months ago

      This website is AMAZING!!! If you are really that brave then read the Creepover series by P.J. Night. They are great books. My fav is Truth or Dare, You can't come in here, The Show must go on, Home sweet haunt, Ready for a scare. Hope you are brave enough. Have a spooktastic day. ;D

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      Rose 5 months ago

      I like the story

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      Alex 5 months ago

      how about a story where a rapist is on the lose? and describe the signature way he kills them.

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      trtrt 5 months ago

      BOOO!

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      Brooke 5 months ago

      these were great im looking for killer ideas for a story.

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      Emallie 5 months ago

      Here is mine.

      I walked upstairs to my son's room. It was past 10 o'clock and it was time for him to go to bed. Before I opened his door I stopped and listened to Sam talk to his imaginary friend. "What are your parents like?" he asked. Sam waited a few seconds before replying. "Oh I am so sorry,'' he said.

      I pushed opened the door and told him it was time for him to go to bed. He started to talk to me about his friend.

      My husband James stopped at his door, then he came in. He looked at Sam. "Sam you are eight years old, your friend is not real. You need to stop talking to yourself and acting like he is a real person or monster or demon, or what ever he is!" I looked at James. We had not talked about this. I was snapped out of my daze by my son yelling back at his father. "But he is real, his name is Titan! Daddy he is not fake." Sam's face redened. So did James'. I jumped up and put my hand's on his chest. I could smell the foul scent of alcohol on his breath. He had been drinking again. James shoved me off and I hit the wall and then the floor with a thud. "He is not real!" James' hand flew threw the air and hit Sam's cheek. Sam hit the floor crying. I tried to reach to him but James stepped on my fingers. I screamed and kept hitting the back of his leg but he would not let go. I looked away and the pressure was gone. I looked over and James was floating in the air. His face red. I crawled to Sam. Getting a better look at James, he looked as if he was being choked. I did not understand what was going on, until Sam yelled,

      "Titan, PLEASE STOP!!"

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      Abby 5 months ago

      Here´s one that I came up with.

      I was always fine with Henry having an imaginary friend, but my husband Jerry on the other hand, wasn't to fond about it. I had an imaginary friend when I was young, and we always had fun together. I knew it was good for henry to have a strong imagination as it would keep him busy. I passed by Henry´s room and stopped when I heard him talking.

      ¨When I grow up, I want to be a construction worker. I want to make big, tall buildings that reach the clouds.¨

      I motioned to my husband to come over.

      ¨What?¨ He asked.

      ¨Just listen.¨ I smiled.

      ¨Is it him talking to nothing again?¨

      ¨Yes.¨

      ¨I don't want to hear it then.¨ He started walking away.

      I grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him towards me. ¨All I'm asking you to do is listen.¨

      He glared at me then pressed his ear up above the door.

      ¨What do you want to be when you grow up?¨ Henry questioned. He paused for a moment as if he was listening to someone responding.

      ¨Wow! That is so cool!¨He squealed.

      Jerry took his ear off the door. ¨I am sick of all this nonsense!¨ He hissed, his face turning crimson with anger and fear boiling in his dark blue eyes.

      ¨I don't understand why it gets to you so much.¨ I shook my head in confusion.

      ¨It´s beginning to become scary, don't you think?¨

      ¨No, I don't think so!¨

      ¨Look, I have my opinion and you have yours. I´m done arguing.¨ He walked away into our bedroom and started to get ready for bed.

      Ï opened Henry´s door. ¨Hey buddy. It´s time to say goodnight to your friend.¨

      ¨Ok.¨

      I put him in his pajamas and tucked him in.

      ¨Goodnight mommy.¨

      ¨Goodnight sweetie.¨ I walked towards his and was about to turn off the light when I noticed a drawing on his desk. I picked it up looking it over. It was a drawing of a man in a hockey mask, with black eyes that were bleeding. His skin was completely white and he was wearing long black robes. His hands were knives that were also bloody.

      I turned to Henry. ¨Who is this?¨ I asked, the blood draining from my face.

      ¨My friend of course.¨

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      Zach 6 months ago

      you have no idea how helpful this was

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      Jay Anderson :) 6 months ago

      You look to your left then to you right you should have listened when the people in the town told you not to by the farm anyone who by's her farm gets killed and now the farm girl is coming for out and there is no where to hide your fate has been sealed by the one and only Farm girl

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      Tatum Bunch 7 months ago

      I really like your ideas. I have been in the process of writing my book for awhile, but I'm scared to go through the publishing process? Can someone give me some advice?

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      Elica Marrua, Age 13 8 months ago

      The day your are born, the day your die is tatooed on your arm. It's offical, your death date, and only you can escape your death date if someone kills themself the day you wehere supposed to die in your honnor. Your situation is quite unforntunate. You where supposed to die three days after your 12th birthday. You wake up, unaware of the time, and look at the calendar. It's odd, you think. The town is deserted. You look out your window just before looking at the calender. Blood leaks from the doors from every house on the block. You look at the date. You where supossed to die yesterday.

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      not a good name 9 months ago

      i love dogs

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      tacocat 9 months ago

      I watch a lot of horror films

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      snowythewolf04 9 months ago

      try to base it off something that happened in real life such as a radiated zombie breakout from Chernobyl.

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      maddog 10 months ago

      I'm writing a horror story with a friend and the name of the story is The Blood Dripping Off The Knife. {Please don't copy name and idea} It has murder, demon position and some romance. It has 9 chapters so far.

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      Vansh 10 months ago

      I like goosebumps

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      Kris 10 months ago

      Cool these ideas are the best!

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      MAJESTIC 11 months ago

      Mommy says I have a bad thing. We’ve only called it the bad thing ever since. The night that it happened I lost control, the bad thing was loose, the flames engulfed Mommy and I made her wear bandages, I made Mommy wear bandages. Great story starter for all you writers out there.

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      Emoji xx12 11 months ago

      Thanks this site helped a lot I hope my dreams come true

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      Puta 12 months ago

      very nice

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      Anonymous 12 months ago

      Thank you this really helped me write a story

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      lillie wright 13 months ago

      this is so cool

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      chrisandmary 13 months ago

      i also have had ideas for years, iam very much a nonfiction person, but i couldnt turn a true story into a screenplay, mostly becuase real events are so depressing and accuracy is a lot of pressure, if there isnt a happy ending or a point to pulling the audience through the dialogue;im lost. the other day i was watching a romance, so upbeat, and i felt inspired and discouraged at the same time, romance is probably not going to be my specialty genre, but it helped me decide to write about a different genre, and for the first time in 15 years, a story came pouring out of me, peice by peice idea led to idea, and in a matter of days, i have my beginning middle and end, with only a few things left to fill in. i believe you are incredibly creative, thats a lot of ideas, if youre still stuck as i was, i would be happy to give you a couple of ideas you might be able to do something with.one i havnt been able to pull together was reincarnation/past life issues causing problems in present life, and another was the black plague, interesting warfare, the mongols catapolted plague bodies over walls of genoa,italy. it was the begginningof the movie, i kind of wanted to throw ghosts in there somehow. and another favorite was going to be a ghost slave revenge haunted plantation type, hope this helps, ill keep my fingers crossed you get your ink flowing!

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      WrtitingNana 14 months ago

      Amazing ideas, here's another. You finally settle into bed on the brink of sleep when you hear movement. Its very small and quiet, but there. You open your eyes and sit up to your glass doll, facing you, a wide grin on its face.

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      Princess rose 14 months ago

      I really love horror stories. I love to make short horror movie and I think I will make more than 15 short horror movie . I am so interested to bo horal

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      anonymous 15 months ago

      Really helped with my school writing project. Thank-you!

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      aarushi 16 months ago

      actually I' m also writing a story...I wanna become an author. I am writing a story about a girl named cydney who has terrifying adventures in a haunted lift. a ghost who wants to be a friend of her.....forever...this is what the story is about. I am not able to make the story scary enough....any ideas?

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      cbro1188 16 months ago

      this website is super awesome i think if you had to rate it 1 thru 10 it would get 10 and it helps me get information

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