This is a pretty long story but its true and garenteed to creep anyone out.
I had this friend when I was living at my old house. I wont give out her real name so lets just call her Jenny. Jenny and I were good friends but she always creeped me out by telling me stories and then laughing at me afterwards because she was making them up and I had belived her. One day I figured that it was my turn to scare her.
If you walked around the corner of our street there was a narrow path that went through the woods. People in our neighborhood called it Deer Lane because there were always deer walking up and down the pathways and people would throw food out for them. It was really a pretty place. If you walked far down the path and jumped over a little river you would come to an opening. In that opening was what looked like a old fallen fort that some kids may have made out of wood. There was some debris scattered around like blankets cups and other items. I knew this because I would always go down and wonder why it had been abandoned or why it had had crumpled to the ground.
The day I had my friend Jenny over we were testing my new walkie talkies around the neighborhood. After a while I decided to take her back to the old fort because I knew she hadnt seen it before. As we were walking back into the woods towards the fort I thought of my great idea to scare her.
When we got to the fort I made a story up and told her the following: A bunch of kids used to come down here on the weekends and they would just hang out and talk. They were all between the ages of 9-13. But then one day somthing terrible happend. They had planned a sleepover and around 10:00pm they decided to get ready for bed. They lit some candles and set up some sleeping bags. One of the clumsier kids in the group walked by the candle and knocked it off the table. They would have been fine if there werent that spare thing of gasoline under the table the candle was on. They didnt remeber till afterwards. Right before they had put the fire out it reached the gasoline and the neighbors recall hearing a cry of a boy saying Oh shit! The gasoline! at around 10:15pm then they heard a crackling noise. The whole place burned to the ground and they all died a slow painful death. This place is said to be haunted by their spirits. they never wanted to leave the place they loved.
(We were only 8 or 9 at the time so that sounded like a pretty believable story for us)
When I looked over at her she had wide eyes and her jaw was hanging open. She kept on asking me if it was true and I kept on telling her that it was.
We were silent for a moment staring at the pile of wood and scattered debris then we got the scare of our lives...
The walkie talkie made a sizzly fuzzy noise and then we heard and unfamiler voice. We both had our walkie talkies so we must have been picking up a signal. We had to listen closley to hear what had been said but when we stopped moving to listen we wished that we hadnt. The walkie talkies mumbled: Oh shit! The gasoline! just like the boy had said in my made up story. She was scared out of her mind, but I was even more scared. We ran back to the house and never went back there...ever.