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There is a trilogy of books starting with Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. The second one is called More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark, and I forgot the name of the last one. As a kid, these stories used to scare me ######. For one thing, I used to live out in the country with no neighbors, and also, at a very tender age I found the artwork a little disturbing. Some of my favorite stories were The Babysitter, Headlights, the Wendigo, and the one with the scary looking lady and the priest in the haunted house. Has anyone read them???
I think ive seen the first two in the library, didnt have time to check em out though.
Care to type out a few stories, if you have the book?
Care to type out a few stories, if you have the book?
I've read them. I like the songs.
QUOTE(Red-eye Dragoon @ Sep 2 2005, 07:38 PM)
Care to type out a few stories, if you have the book?
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I would my friend, but that in fact would be illegal.
um, no it wouldn't 
Since you are not making a profit off of it and as long as you list the source and author...
Since you are not making a profit off of it and as long as you list the source and author...
oops forgot about those copyright laws
QUOTE(StalingradK @ Sep 2 2005, 06:55 PM)
um, no it wouldn't Since you are not making a profit off of it and as long as you list the source and author...
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but wouldnt it still count as unauthorized distribution of the materials?
the stories never scared me, but the artwork!!! 
it's so freaky!
Right, now imagine every picture looking like that except with different pictures. *shivers*
One of the stories:The babysitter
It's what most of us have heard.
it's so freaky! Right, now imagine every picture looking like that except with different pictures. *shivers*
One of the stories:The babysitter
It's what most of us have heard.
The picture that scared me the most was the one with the lady with no eye sockets!!!
QUOTE(rickfury188 @ Sep 2 2005, 11:16 PM)
The picture that scared me the most was the one with the lady with no eye sockets!!!
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*shivers again* now I'm gonna be freaked out. I forget which one scares me the most! they are all freaky! but yah no eye sockets is pretty scary.
That was the first book my father gave to me as a child. LOVE the artwork. "The Thing" was my personal favorite.
QUOTE(A Believer of the Unexplained @ Sep 2 2005, 07:12 PM)
the stories never scared me, but the artwork!!! it's so freaky!
Right, now imagine every picture looking like that except with different pictures. *shivers*
One of the stories:The babysitter
It's what most of us have heard.
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it's so freaky! Right, now imagine every picture looking like that except with different pictures. *shivers*
One of the stories:The babysitter
It's what most of us have heard.
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tyvm for the story
Not very scary, saw a cartoon version of this on ytv, that version was king of humorous.
Your right the artwork is more chilling than the stories....
I have all 3 books, and love them. By the way, the name of the third book is Scary stories 3: More tales to chill your bones. I first read the books a couple years ago, and when i first read the one about the rabit rat thing in the 3rd book, i had nightmares for a month 
Do any of those books have the story about the Berbelangs? (sp)
Back when I read that story, I had nightmares for two months... *shivers*
I still think it is a creepy story...
Which also gave me nightmares for two months.
Back when I read that story, I had nightmares for two months... *shivers*
I still think it is a creepy story...
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The picture that scared me the most was the one with the lady with no eye sockets!!!
Which also gave me nightmares for two months.
OMG! I found it!
Many years back, Andrew Simmons, an English explorer, visited a small island of Cagayan Sulu. It is a lonely spot of land in the Sulu Sea between the Philippine Islands and Malaysia. There are strange stories in the island related to a tribe of cannibals with cat's eyes called 'Berbalangs'.
When hunger for human flesh urged them, they will lie down in tall grass. They will then fall into a trance and go hunting for victims in their winged forms, while their bodies lie hidden behind tall grass.
The people of Cagayan Sulu have been living in fear of these Berbalangs for generations. They warned Andrew that the Berbalangs make horrid moaning noises that are loud when they are far away, but grow fainter as they approach. When they are very close to you, the sound of wings flapping could be heard and their eyes would move in the dark, like fireflies.
They told Andrew that a coconut pearl (an opal rarely found in the coconut) would keep him safe from the Berbalangs. Without one, the only defence is a kris (a local traditional knife) with its blade rubbed with lemon juice. He tried to buy a coconut pearl, but found out later that it would only protect the one who discovered it. It would be powerless if given or sold.
Andrew asked if anyone would come with him to see the tribe. Only one brave young man, Matali, volunteered. They started in the morning and finally reached the Berbalangs's settlement in the late afternoon. Matali refused to go any closer, "We've seen it. Now, let's go."
"We're not stopping now," Andrew insisted that they go on further.
"I am not going in there! If you insist, you go alone!"
Matali smeared his kris with some lemon juice and handed it to the daring yet somewhat ignorant explorer. So, Andrew went in alone. The place looked deserted, only a few chickens and a goat remained. However, in one hut, Andrew saw some rice boiling in a pot, as if someone had just left it there.
Andrew went back to Matali and told him what he discovered. Matali begged the Englishman to leave, saying that the Berbalangs were hunting in their other form. It would be a to stay there any longer. As the sun was already setting, they finally make their journey home.
Before they were even half way back, it was already dark. Suddenly, there was this loud moaning noise. "The Berbalangs…" Matali whispered in fear. "Pray they will pass by without noticing us." They both hid behind the grass. The moaning grew fainter and fainter which meant the Berbalangs were getting closer and closer to them. Soon, the sound of flapping wings could be heard. Matali and Andrew began to fear the worse when they saw 'fireflies' flying over the tall grass. They halted for a second, as if they noticed something hidden in the grass, but then left. The moaning began to grow louder and Matali sighed with relief. "They're gone," he said. "We're safe for now. Hurry up, we must go!"
The two raced for Matali's village. As they ran beneath the tall grass, they could hear the moaning noises which slowly and gradually grew fainter and fainter. At one point, Andrew saw an isolated house. "We must help the people inside," he told Matali.
"The man who lives there, Hassan, has a coconut pearl," Matali said. "Now hurry! We have to escape."
Andrew followed Matali and they got back to their safe village after a short while. In the morning, Andrew laughed at himself for believing that story. He thought it was silly to let Matali's fear and some fireflies scared him. When he met Matali later that day, Andrew, however, asked about Hassan. Matali said he lied about Hassan owning a coconut pearl. Hassan had arrived a week before Andrew on some research expedition to learn more about the island. Matali reckoned Hassan could probably be died by now.
Andrew, insisting that the story was mere superstition and was not true, decided to prove himself right by inviting Matali to go to Hassan's house with him. When the two of them got to Hassan's house, no one answered to their calls. They then realized the door was not locked, so they went in. They saw a desk, with papers scattered everywhere on the floor. Matali went into room while Andrew walked towards the desk and see what was there. Suddenly he backed away and shouted for Matali. In the corner of the desk was Hassan - only his skeleton with a few scraps of flesh clutching a shredded paper.
Suddenly, they heard moaning noises outside growing fainter and fainter. And fainter....
Source: http://members.fortunecity.com/brandonpang/ghost/g0002.html
Many years back, Andrew Simmons, an English explorer, visited a small island of Cagayan Sulu. It is a lonely spot of land in the Sulu Sea between the Philippine Islands and Malaysia. There are strange stories in the island related to a tribe of cannibals with cat's eyes called 'Berbalangs'.
When hunger for human flesh urged them, they will lie down in tall grass. They will then fall into a trance and go hunting for victims in their winged forms, while their bodies lie hidden behind tall grass.
The people of Cagayan Sulu have been living in fear of these Berbalangs for generations. They warned Andrew that the Berbalangs make horrid moaning noises that are loud when they are far away, but grow fainter as they approach. When they are very close to you, the sound of wings flapping could be heard and their eyes would move in the dark, like fireflies.
They told Andrew that a coconut pearl (an opal rarely found in the coconut) would keep him safe from the Berbalangs. Without one, the only defence is a kris (a local traditional knife) with its blade rubbed with lemon juice. He tried to buy a coconut pearl, but found out later that it would only protect the one who discovered it. It would be powerless if given or sold.
Andrew asked if anyone would come with him to see the tribe. Only one brave young man, Matali, volunteered. They started in the morning and finally reached the Berbalangs's settlement in the late afternoon. Matali refused to go any closer, "We've seen it. Now, let's go."
"We're not stopping now," Andrew insisted that they go on further.
"I am not going in there! If you insist, you go alone!"
Matali smeared his kris with some lemon juice and handed it to the daring yet somewhat ignorant explorer. So, Andrew went in alone. The place looked deserted, only a few chickens and a goat remained. However, in one hut, Andrew saw some rice boiling in a pot, as if someone had just left it there.
Andrew went back to Matali and told him what he discovered. Matali begged the Englishman to leave, saying that the Berbalangs were hunting in their other form. It would be a to stay there any longer. As the sun was already setting, they finally make their journey home.
Before they were even half way back, it was already dark. Suddenly, there was this loud moaning noise. "The Berbalangs…" Matali whispered in fear. "Pray they will pass by without noticing us." They both hid behind the grass. The moaning grew fainter and fainter which meant the Berbalangs were getting closer and closer to them. Soon, the sound of flapping wings could be heard. Matali and Andrew began to fear the worse when they saw 'fireflies' flying over the tall grass. They halted for a second, as if they noticed something hidden in the grass, but then left. The moaning began to grow louder and Matali sighed with relief. "They're gone," he said. "We're safe for now. Hurry up, we must go!"
The two raced for Matali's village. As they ran beneath the tall grass, they could hear the moaning noises which slowly and gradually grew fainter and fainter. At one point, Andrew saw an isolated house. "We must help the people inside," he told Matali.
"The man who lives there, Hassan, has a coconut pearl," Matali said. "Now hurry! We have to escape."
Andrew followed Matali and they got back to their safe village after a short while. In the morning, Andrew laughed at himself for believing that story. He thought it was silly to let Matali's fear and some fireflies scared him. When he met Matali later that day, Andrew, however, asked about Hassan. Matali said he lied about Hassan owning a coconut pearl. Hassan had arrived a week before Andrew on some research expedition to learn more about the island. Matali reckoned Hassan could probably be died by now.
Andrew, insisting that the story was mere superstition and was not true, decided to prove himself right by inviting Matali to go to Hassan's house with him. When the two of them got to Hassan's house, no one answered to their calls. They then realized the door was not locked, so they went in. They saw a desk, with papers scattered everywhere on the floor. Matali went into room while Andrew walked towards the desk and see what was there. Suddenly he backed away and shouted for Matali. In the corner of the desk was Hassan - only his skeleton with a few scraps of flesh clutching a shredded paper.
Suddenly, they heard moaning noises outside growing fainter and fainter. And fainter....
Source: http://members.fortunecity.com/brandonpang/ghost/g0002.html
QUOTE(eveningsky339 @ Sep 3 2005, 09:27 AM)
OMG! I found it!
Many years back, Andrew Simmons, an English explorer, visited a small island of Cagayan Sulu. It is a lonely spot of land in the Sulu Sea between the Philippine Islands and Malaysia. There are strange stories in the island related to a tribe of cannibals with cat's eyes called 'Berbalangs'.
When hunger for human flesh urged them, they will lie down in tall grass. They will then fall into a trance and go hunting for victims in their winged forms, while their bodies lie hidden behind tall grass.
The people of Cagayan Sulu have been living in fear of these Berbalangs for generations. They warned Andrew that the Berbalangs make horrid moaning noises that are loud when they are far away, but grow fainter as they approach. When they are very close to you, the sound of wings flapping could be heard and their eyes would move in the dark, like fireflies.
They told Andrew that a coconut pearl (an opal rarely found in the coconut) would keep him safe from the Berbalangs. Without one, the only defence is a kris (a local traditional knife) with its blade rubbed with lemon juice. He tried to buy a coconut pearl, but found out later that it would only protect the one who discovered it. It would be powerless if given or sold.
Andrew asked if anyone would come with him to see the tribe. Only one brave young man, Matali, volunteered. They started in the morning and finally reached the Berbalangs's settlement in the late afternoon. Matali refused to go any closer, "We've seen it. Now, let's go."
"We're not stopping now," Andrew insisted that they go on further.
"I am not going in there! If you insist, you go alone!"
Matali smeared his kris with some lemon juice and handed it to the daring yet somewhat ignorant explorer. So, Andrew went in alone. The place looked deserted, only a few chickens and a goat remained. However, in one hut, Andrew saw some rice boiling in a pot, as if someone had just left it there.
Andrew went back to Matali and told him what he discovered. Matali begged the Englishman to leave, saying that the Berbalangs were hunting in their other form. It would be a to stay there any longer. As the sun was already setting, they finally make their journey home.
Before they were even half way back, it was already dark. Suddenly, there was this loud moaning noise. "The Berbalangs…" Matali whispered in fear. "Pray they will pass by without noticing us." They both hid behind the grass. The moaning grew fainter and fainter which meant the Berbalangs were getting closer and closer to them. Soon, the sound of flapping wings could be heard. Matali and Andrew began to fear the worse when they saw 'fireflies' flying over the tall grass. They halted for a second, as if they noticed something hidden in the grass, but then left. The moaning began to grow louder and Matali sighed with relief. "They're gone," he said. "We're safe for now. Hurry up, we must go!"
The two raced for Matali's village. As they ran beneath the tall grass, they could hear the moaning noises which slowly and gradually grew fainter and fainter. At one point, Andrew saw an isolated house. "We must help the people inside," he told Matali.
"The man who lives there, Hassan, has a coconut pearl," Matali said. "Now hurry! We have to escape."
Andrew followed Matali and they got back to their safe village after a short while. In the morning, Andrew laughed at himself for believing that story. He thought it was silly to let Matali's fear and some fireflies scared him. When he met Matali later that day, Andrew, however, asked about Hassan. Matali said he lied about Hassan owning a coconut pearl. Hassan had arrived a week before Andrew on some research expedition to learn more about the island. Matali reckoned Hassan could probably be died by now.
Andrew, insisting that the story was mere superstition and was not true, decided to prove himself right by inviting Matali to go to Hassan's house with him. When the two of them got to Hassan's house, no one answered to their calls. They then realized the door was not locked, so they went in. They saw a desk, with papers scattered everywhere on the floor. Matali went into room while Andrew walked towards the desk and see what was there. Suddenly he backed away and shouted for Matali. In the corner of the desk was Hassan - only his skeleton with a few scraps of flesh clutching a shredded paper.
Suddenly, they heard moaning noises outside growing fainter and fainter. And fainter....
Source: http://members.fortunecity.com/brandonpang/ghost/g0002.html
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Many years back, Andrew Simmons, an English explorer, visited a small island of Cagayan Sulu. It is a lonely spot of land in the Sulu Sea between the Philippine Islands and Malaysia. There are strange stories in the island related to a tribe of cannibals with cat's eyes called 'Berbalangs'.
When hunger for human flesh urged them, they will lie down in tall grass. They will then fall into a trance and go hunting for victims in their winged forms, while their bodies lie hidden behind tall grass.
The people of Cagayan Sulu have been living in fear of these Berbalangs for generations. They warned Andrew that the Berbalangs make horrid moaning noises that are loud when they are far away, but grow fainter as they approach. When they are very close to you, the sound of wings flapping could be heard and their eyes would move in the dark, like fireflies.
They told Andrew that a coconut pearl (an opal rarely found in the coconut) would keep him safe from the Berbalangs. Without one, the only defence is a kris (a local traditional knife) with its blade rubbed with lemon juice. He tried to buy a coconut pearl, but found out later that it would only protect the one who discovered it. It would be powerless if given or sold.
Andrew asked if anyone would come with him to see the tribe. Only one brave young man, Matali, volunteered. They started in the morning and finally reached the Berbalangs's settlement in the late afternoon. Matali refused to go any closer, "We've seen it. Now, let's go."
"We're not stopping now," Andrew insisted that they go on further.
"I am not going in there! If you insist, you go alone!"
Matali smeared his kris with some lemon juice and handed it to the daring yet somewhat ignorant explorer. So, Andrew went in alone. The place looked deserted, only a few chickens and a goat remained. However, in one hut, Andrew saw some rice boiling in a pot, as if someone had just left it there.
Andrew went back to Matali and told him what he discovered. Matali begged the Englishman to leave, saying that the Berbalangs were hunting in their other form. It would be a to stay there any longer. As the sun was already setting, they finally make their journey home.
Before they were even half way back, it was already dark. Suddenly, there was this loud moaning noise. "The Berbalangs…" Matali whispered in fear. "Pray they will pass by without noticing us." They both hid behind the grass. The moaning grew fainter and fainter which meant the Berbalangs were getting closer and closer to them. Soon, the sound of flapping wings could be heard. Matali and Andrew began to fear the worse when they saw 'fireflies' flying over the tall grass. They halted for a second, as if they noticed something hidden in the grass, but then left. The moaning began to grow louder and Matali sighed with relief. "They're gone," he said. "We're safe for now. Hurry up, we must go!"
The two raced for Matali's village. As they ran beneath the tall grass, they could hear the moaning noises which slowly and gradually grew fainter and fainter. At one point, Andrew saw an isolated house. "We must help the people inside," he told Matali.
"The man who lives there, Hassan, has a coconut pearl," Matali said. "Now hurry! We have to escape."
Andrew followed Matali and they got back to their safe village after a short while. In the morning, Andrew laughed at himself for believing that story. He thought it was silly to let Matali's fear and some fireflies scared him. When he met Matali later that day, Andrew, however, asked about Hassan. Matali said he lied about Hassan owning a coconut pearl. Hassan had arrived a week before Andrew on some research expedition to learn more about the island. Matali reckoned Hassan could probably be died by now.
Andrew, insisting that the story was mere superstition and was not true, decided to prove himself right by inviting Matali to go to Hassan's house with him. When the two of them got to Hassan's house, no one answered to their calls. They then realized the door was not locked, so they went in. They saw a desk, with papers scattered everywhere on the floor. Matali went into room while Andrew walked towards the desk and see what was there. Suddenly he backed away and shouted for Matali. In the corner of the desk was Hassan - only his skeleton with a few scraps of flesh clutching a shredded paper.
Suddenly, they heard moaning noises outside growing fainter and fainter. And fainter....
Source: http://members.fortunecity.com/brandonpang/ghost/g0002.html
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Awsome story evening sky. Thanks for posting that.
Surprisingly you can still find these books. Well at least the newer generation but the artwork (the wispy muscle tissue, holes in the face type thing) is still the same. Same stories too. The only reason I know was because at the day care that I work at they give them those scholastic pages where you can buy the books, which is where I used to get those books like that. They're really cheap too.
scary stories 3: tales to chill your bones
if memory serves correct, completely ignoring every post but the first.
yes im a fan. i had the first one i tape.
if memory serves correct, completely ignoring every post but the first.
yes im a fan. i had the first one i tape.
I remember those when I was a kid, they scared me to death. Of course being an 21 now I don't think I'll read them anymore. Maybe a good old mystery book.
Maybe a good old mystery book.
QUOTE (Great Big Sea @ Sep 8 2005, 05:21 PM) 
I remember those when I was a kid, they scared me to death. Of course being an 21 now I don't think I'll read them anymore. Maybe a good old mystery book.
Maybe a good old mystery book.Sorry if this is considered bumping, but I had to bring this back. I loved this series but it seems to be fading.
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