3 Scary Ocean Stories Released on YouTube

If you’re more into YouTube, every Saturday I release the stories I do throughout the week on the podcast on YouTube in one big video. This week I have 3 Scary Ocean stories for you!




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HO HO HO! Merry Scary Christmas!

Hello everyone!

Yes, this year I am starting on my Christmas stories right now! I cannot promise a schedule of stories as things are crazy this time of year, but I will bring you several Yuletide stories over then next few weeks 🙂

Recently, my mic stand fell to the ground and pins busted on my condenser mic. I’m recording stories through my webcam which has nowhere near the quality of my USB mic, but I try to make it sound right. If you would like to help out so I can buy a new mic, buy an scary Christmas ornament for your tree or something from this amazon link. I love this creepy little snowman. 🙂

I really appreciate your dedication to my channel and podcast. Please remember that I try to release stories daily from the podcast and then all stories once per week on YouTube. Share with your friends and family! I do have a facebook page you can subscribe to and share with others. It would be greatly appreciated. Either when a story releases or the page itself would be great. You can join the group and chat with other Boo Friends as well!

Take care and have a WONDERFUL holiday 🙂

Spooky Boo

 

Rudolph the Shiny Gun Cowboy

Rudolph the shiny gun cowboy
had a very shiny gun
and if you ever saw it
you would turn away and run
all of the other cowboys
used to laugh and call him names
they never let poor rudolph
join in any poker games
then one foggy christmas eve
sheriff came to say
rudolph with your gun so bright
won’t you shoot my wife tonight?
then all the cowboys loved him
as they shouted out with glee  (yippee!)
rudolph the shiny gun cowboy
you’ll go down in history
OR
rudolph the red gunned cowboy
had a very shiny gun
and if you ever saw it
most folks say you’d run
all of the other cowboys
used to laugh and call him names
they never let poor rudolph
join in any cowboy games
then one western christmas eve
santa came to say
rudolph with your gun so bright
wont you shoot my wife tonight?
then all the cowboys loved him
as they shouted out with glee
rudolph the red gunned cowboy
you’ll go down in history

Eyes in the Dark | A Creepypasta

Original Story

Music by Myuu

The deep, black ocean. I’ve always been both fascinated and afraid of it. Fascinated in the way that I sometimes look things up about it and its creatures on Google or YouTube, afraid in the way that I never ever hope to be down there myself. I’m talking about the real depths here. I’ve snorkeled on vacation before, and I’ve dove before. That was no big deal. But those pitch black depths just scare me. Heck, swimming while I can’t see the bottom already unnerves me. And can you really blame me?

Imagine being down there. The pitch black depths where no light of the sun comes. It’s just you in your diving suit and a cable attaching you to the boat hundreds, sometimes even thousands of meters above you. You can’t see a single thing. It’s all black and quiet around you. Yet there could be something huge and monstrous just right behind you.

Colossal squids can grow up to more than forty five feet and are known to be able of injuring even sperm whales. They live at depths of about 2.2 kilometers. Imagine one of those beasts swimming just besides you, its tentacles ready to constrict you. Yet you don’t see a single thing. And who is to say there’s nothing even bigger down there?

Ever heard of the bloop? An extremely low frequency underwater sound recorded by the U.S.National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration in 1997 when they were trying to locate Soviet submarines. Its true nature is unknown as many scientists have puzzled over this, but the structure of the sound heavily imply it was made by a creature.

The sound was also several times louder than the cry of a Blue Whale, the world’s largest known animal. This means the creature itself also has to be larger than the krill-eating giant. Now imagine one of these guys swimming around you. Imagine suddenly seeing rows of enormous, razor sharp fangs appearing all around you, ready to crush you. Or a huge, pitch black eye suddenly appearing before you, gazing at you with animalistic coldness and coming to one primal conclusion…

Prey…

The Thing in the Window

Original Story

Music by Myuu

I’m pretty freaked out.

That thing has been there for almost a week. The figure in the window. It looks featureless, only skin on a human

frame, and it’s pressing itself against the glass somehow. I don’t know how it got there, and I don’t know how to get rid of it.

At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me. But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away… it wasn’t there. I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through my door. But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me. I walked around my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there. The thing is hairless and naked, and it didn’t look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all. But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room. When I sit on my computer, I can feel its faceless hatred boring into my neck. But when I turn around, it’s innocently turned in a different direction.

Finally on Thursday, I tried to open the window, but it’s stuck. I think the thing’s hands are keeping it down. But I got a good look at its face. Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin, pushing outward.

It stared at me, smiling.

I pulled back a fist and smashed it onto the glass, determined once and for all to get rid of the glaring monster. I know I’m strong enough. That glass should’ve cracked.

But it didn’t. It shuddered under my hand, but it didn’t break. And that smile just got wider and wider and wider, until I thought its head would break in half. It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm. It was mocking me. But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit, and I backed away.

No way did I want that smile in the same room as me.

So I got a roll of duct tape, and I started covering the window. I couldn’t look directly at it; I nearly shit my pants just knowing it was watching me. But I couldn’t help it. I took a quick glance at that skin-covered face. A small peek.

It was angry.

That menacing grin was now a gaping frown full of teeth. The skin had ripped away from its mouth and I could see down its cavernous throat. A menacing rumble started to fill the house, and that hairline crack began to spread like splintering ice. I pulled down the duct tape. The rumble stopped, the split skin healed over, and it began to smile again.

Now it’s night, and the noise hasn’t started again. There are no sounds, no rumble, no crackling glass. Everything’s quiet now.

But I can feel its claws gripping the back of my chair. I can hear its skin stretching as it smiles.

It’s watching me type.

Old Elementary School | A Haunted Creepypasta


 

Original Story

Music by Myuu

As a kid, I always found myself to be bored. I always craved adventure, and so did my friends. Everyday seemed to be the same routine, and it usually ended up with us getting in trouble. We were kids and bored, we wanted to find something new, something exciting. And we found the old elementary school.

It had been closed for nearly fifty years and aging showed well on the sides of the building. Some cracks in the sides and plants crawling up the side. This school became our hideout. We went there every day and explored the place. It was a very odd place though, it seemed to have no end. What I mean by that is there seemed to be no other exits besides the front. Or so I thought.

My friends and I had been playing tag around the building once, and we saw another door behind the old school. There was another entrance. We tried and tried to get in through that way, since it was a different thing. The door though seemed to be stuck, or locked. There was just something about that door that I couldn’t put my finger on, but I wanted to open it. God, all my friends did, but I really wanted to open that door.

Over time, I grew tired of the elementary school. Or maybe I just grew scared. My last few days hanging out there had ended rather… strange. It always seemed that there were others in the building, I could always hear the sounds of footsteps or creaking of doors. The lights seemed to flicker with life on rare occasions even though they would never turn on for longer than a second. These things weren’t the creepiest things that had happened though, if anything it was the visions.

The visions came to me around three days before I had stopped going to the old hideout. I remember seeing these children playing outside or in the halls of the school, they wore old school uniforms and bright happy smiles. Something about them though, was off. Their teeth seemed to be… larger than they should’ve been. Those eyes were so much darker too. Then… There was the laughter. That horrible, sickening laughter. It didn’t sound like laughter even, it sounded like someone scratching a chalkboard or a fork sliding against a plate.

I haven’t been to the old hideout in years, and I assume that none of my friends have either. We had all grown apart and lost contact of one another, I was never really sure if they still ever thought of the elementary school or not, I know I did. Only a few days ago, I decided to go back and visit my old home and greet some old friends of mine. Luckily I had spare time so I decided the only thing I thought of, go see the old hideout.

Man, the place had way more vines on it but it hadn’t changed a bit otherwise. I went inside the old place and looked around. I hadn’t really noticed it as a kid but the place had a very strange eeriness about it. It was a little difficult to explain. As I was walking around, some old memories and thoughts came back to me. Then I remembered the door.

My friends and I never could find the door from the inside. It seemed almost impossible, every time we tried to find the door we’d get lost. Then again, we never really had good sense of direction then. I decided to go try to find the door again.

Now, walking around and looking for the door seemed to be more difficult then I had originally remembered or thought. I also had a really uneasy feeling, I felt as if there was someone following. I could swear to you I saw a few shadows or heard footsteps. The thought of the laughter came to my head and a feeling urged me to leave. I didn’t, I wanted to find that door badly.

The longer I stayed, the more I noticed. I could almost hear the laughter in the back of my head or see children run around corners when I wasn’t looking. I was paranoid. I wouldn’t leave until I found that damn door. Finally, I did. It was bright red, it stood out from the dull greys and browns of the school. A strange excitement filled me as I reached forward and touched the handle to the door and pushed open.

I walked outside… back to the entrance. It was the same as if I was leaving from the entrance. I turned around and saw the entrance door, not the back door. I knew I had left from the back, I was certain I had. How the hell did I get back there? I looked up towards the school… In the windows… I saw the faces of children. Staring at me, smiling… Then they started to laugh… Their ungodly laughter pierced my ears as I turned and ran…

This experience had left me scarred, I never once turned back. I had even told my mom about what happened, but she just smiled and laughed. Confusion struck me and I asked why she laughed when I told her about this. She looked at me, and answered. “You mean that old empty lot you and your friends used to sleep at? You called that place your hideout, you had so many friends. Around ten I think. And all you guys would do would sleep in that old lot.”

I hadn’t said anything else. I was shocked. I only had 4 friends at the time…

Our Haunted Thanksgiving by Spooky Boo


What happens when we cross over to the afterlife? Do we take our bodies with us? What about our minds? In this story a family thinks it knows what happened to one of the members of the family and her dissociative identity disorder (multiple personality disorder) until her ghost tells the true story!

Unfortunately, the text to this file went out the window with the old website so I will need to transcribe it at some point. Enjoy the verbage!

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!