I'm just curious Has anyone heard of the story "jonny I want my liver back"

no .. now what

tell us the story!

it's that the story which you wake up in a tub full of ice and you see your liver on the table just beside the tub.

No! It's the one with the guy shopping for liver but on the way to the store, he found a liver on the wall of a cemetary and he took it home but then he heard someone come up the stairs that night saying "Johnny, I want my liver back," and the ghost or whatever kills him... Am I right?

I never heard it.

I remember a similar story...

There was a very angry man who always beat his wife, his favorite food was liver, he would eat it every day in new ways. One day his wife went shopping for liver. When she got there, she noticed the liver was gone. She was afraid he would beat her unless she somehow got a hold of liver. She suddenly remembered, there was a funeral near the grocery store. When she arrived, everyone was gone except the casket. She was lucky she brought her pocket knife. She cuts him open and takes his liver. Her husband at it all in one sitting. He thought it was the best liver he ever had. During the night the wife couldn't sleep, she felt something. Out of nowhere there was a faint voice saying "who has my liver?" It kept getting closer and closer. Suddenly she sees the door open, it was the guy in the casket! She heard him say loudly with a booming voice "who has my liver!?" Frightened, she points to her husband next to her, still asleep, and screams "HE HAS IT!"

dagnamit....i thought there'd be a scary story in here!!

here's the story that I heard this is a quick version of it.

There was a widower who had sent her son johnny to the store she told him to buy a roast
but instead he baught candy with all the money she had given him since he felt guilty he knew he had to think of something so as he was walking down a path to get home he saw a dead drifter(homeless person) laying on the side of the road.Johnny took out a pocket knife & started cutting away the drifter's flesh untill he found the liver he thaught to himself no one will ever know.He went home & his mother cooked the liver they both ate it & then went to bed.
That night johnny awoke to a creeping sound comeing from the window at first he thaught it was a branch banging against the window but then he started to hear a voice it said in a shallow breath johnny I want my liver back & then & then again in a much lowder & more agressive voice it said JOHNNY I WANT MY LIVER BACK.Johnny leaped from the bed & to his horrer saw the drifter standing by his door screaming johnny I want my liver back.The drifter came up to johnny took out a knife & started to slash him & cut him everywhere the end

I find it very gross that someone would cut out a person's liver and then eat it for dinner or take a liver just laying on a cemetary wall and eat it.

Same here. But I don't think I'd like any kind of liver.

yep liver is gross

^Thats the one that I have heard before!

lol, its like that little kid story about the girl who is short and finds a bone in the cemetery!!

Now you made me want to hear that one too

I remember this story! man, haven't heard it in ages. Used to tell it when I'd have slumber parties, in the dark with only a torch. It was freakier when I was a kid, but the way I remember it told was that Johnny had stolen a leather something or rather (wallet? bracelet?) from a dead person, and then he was upstairs in bed one night when he heard a voice saying "Johnny Johnny I want my leather back... I'm at the front door... Johnny Johnny I want my leather back... I'm walking through the hall... Johnny Johnny I want my leather back... I'm at the foot of the stairs..." and basically you'd keep going in a hushed voice, repeating every step of the way until you got to Johnny hearing the voice say it's at the foot of his bed, then you'd go "Johnny Johnny I want my leather back I'm - BOO!" yelling the BOO out randomly to scare your friends. Ah good times

What a practical solution!

Sounds like an old rock n' roll tune with a slightly hidden reference to Jack Daniels, the "Johnny" in the song ...

"Johnny I want my liver back
Left it in Mississippi
In an itty-bitty shack
Since I started drinking youuuuuu
My liver's done gone and flewwwwwwww ..."
<twang> <twang> <twang>

I think Captain Cirrhosis & The Drunkards originally sang it ...

<smirk>

LoL. A story similar to that in this thread is in one of the 'Scary Stories' books by Alvin Schwartz. I love those books, I have all three and I always read them!

Oh, I remember that story.
It was in that big book of 'Scary Stories'...chyeah.
It creeped me out.

hehe theres a kids version of this called the hairy toe:
One day a little girl was out picking mushrooms (or something like that) and she found a hairy toe. She took it home and put it in a box in a draw beside her bed (why?!). During the night she hears the wind really hitting the house and thinks she can hear a faint voice saying "who has my hairy toe", she thinks nothing of it and tries to go abck to sleep until she hears it again, but closer. "who had my hairy toe?!" now she's scared and slinks beneath her quilt. "Who has my hairy toe?!" this time almost right next to her (at this point the adult would look right into the kids eyes and shout) "YOU HAVE!".
My nan always used to get me with that one lol.

this one is similar but with a few minor changes:
http://www.freewebs.com/urbanbee/horror/kidneyghost.htm

is that where the lady makes liver eats it and runs off and steals a corpses liver and her husband eats it and the corpses ghost comes and haunts the man for her liver????

those "scary stories" books were the bomb, yo!!

i have those booksthose are sooooooooo good

Okay first of all... Who the hell in their right mind takes a liver from a cemetery wall? Let's face it the cemetery is not the place that I normally go for my grocery shopping. Second... who the hell would actually want to eat liver?

Reminded me of one from Scary stories: To tell in the dark.

Same starting Blabla Man was Agressive and Abusive while his wife was weak and frail who was always bullied from her husband. The husband Liked liver, so he demanded liver that day. While He went to work, The Lady had heard of the elderly women near them died of a Heart attack.So the Woman went shopping before she heard that.She bought the liver and Simmered it just as her Husband likes it. So when it was done, she took a bite of it to see if it was perfect.It was, but she wanted more, and soon ate the whole liver.Then She remebered her husband was coming soon from his job, so she was frighted that he would hit her again,Then he remebered the dead lady next door...(Few hours later,woman cooks the stolen liver yadadada) Her husband ate the liver and was pleased.Soon They went to bed while the woman was reading a book,Later she was hearing a elderly voice saying angerly "WHO HAS MY LIVER?" The woman gets frightened and hides under the Covers, The voice repeats but more angry "WHO HAS MY LIVER!?. So Then The woman got very frightened and ignored it until it said again WHO HAS MY LIVER?!. Then The woman gets frightened and Shouts out " HE HAS IT!" *points to husband* The Lights turn out all of a sudden and screams of her husband are heard.

That story makes me Lol all the time x3

Ewww liver

Hehehe, that's totally awesome. The uber revenge =D

"LoL. A story similar to that in this thread is in one of the 'Scary Stories' books by Alvin Schwartz. I love those books, I have all three and I always read them!"

I used to read those when I was in the 3rd grade. Its sort of like that story about a creature who got his tail cut off by a hunter and the hunter ate it; so the creature came in the middle of the night and told the hunter it wanted its tail back, then the creature came down the hunters chimney and mutilated the hunter and reclaimed his tail...............I think that story went like that, its african american folklore.

Tell us more!

Yep, this is off-topic.

My English is bad but bear with me. This is an inredibly horrible story.
This is a true incident that happened in Japan in the countryside in 1995 or near that time. I don't know if this is even translated into English to be found on the Internet.

A female couple killed her boy friend because she saw him going out with another girl. Out of jealosy and anger, this woman somehow kidnapped the woman he was making relationship with, stripped her naked, chopped off her breasts alive, cut off her wrists, cut out her lip, and poured hot liquid into her vagina, and punched her face until she got knocked out and killed. Prior to this, she killed her boy friend, chopped him into pieces, and put his bodies into boiling pot to make a soup out of him. She apparently, drank it. The whole thing was discovered by a mailman and he called the police. When the police investigators opened the refrigerator, there was frozen pieces of body of her boyfriend, and the woman was drinking the pot with supoon. The woman seemed lost her mind, and she reportedly whispered to herself at the instance when the policemen found her, "I'm sorry [woman's name] that I cheated you, I love you forever."

This shivered me a lot, you have to treat your girlfriend well, if you have one. I mean, what kind of horror story is this? I still can't believe this happened. How crazy and blinded people can become... she was not human, but the incarnation of demon. Jesus Christ. God bless us!

what?

yumm? :3

My friend's cousin told me this story...only he used a toe instead of liver...and the toe was under a cabbage...and he called it cabbage toe...and he jumped on me at the end of the story and I yelled "HALP I"M BEING MOLESTED" loud enough to wake up my friend's sister...

wtf??????lmao

lol the story in mexico but the boy was called peppito and he dug up the garve (turned out it was his fathers grave)

back when i was little my grand mother told me about darkies (yes it sounds like a racial slur but its not) she wasnt good at english and in mexico its negritas de la chewacante
its about shadow people she saw as a little girl in our ranch. one day she heard her dog lucia barking and went out side (the dog was small and was never outside) she found her dog barking at a person she saw in a kitchen window. she got scared but couldnt move. she ran to the barn and slep there. in the morning her mother thought she was crazy. but later found out that many people in the town see these shadow beings. they say back in the old days there was a great war between indians and spaniard there and many were killed. the saddest part people say is to see the childeran that where slaughterd by the feilds

i was promised a scary story -_-

lolz^^^^^hes right these arnt scary.

Theres a bunch of variations of the story, which just goes to show, its a bunch of bologna.

I've heard it! One of my mates told me in primary school - have you heard the one about the couple on honeymoon and the glacier?

That is so manky but very hard to belive

i got a scary one

called blood bones

Way back in the deep woods there lived a scrawny old woman who had a reputation for being the best conjuring woman in the Ozarks. With her bedraggled black-and-gray hair, funny eyes - one yellow and one green - and her crooked nose, Old Betty was not a pretty picture, but she was the best there was at fixing what ailed a man, and that was all that counted.

Old Betty's house was full of herbs and roots and bottles filled with conjuring medicine. The walls were lined with strange books brimming with magical the name Old Betty gave the razorback, referring maybe to the way the ugly creature looked a bit like some of the dead pigs come butchering time down in Hog-Scald Hollow. The razorback didn't mind the funny name. Raw Head kept following Old Betty around her little cabin and rooting up the kitchen leftovers. He'd even walk to town with her when she came to the local mercantile to sell her home remedies.

Well, folks in town got so used to seeing Raw Head and Old Betty around the town that it looked mighty strange one day around hog-driving time when Old Betty came to the mercantile without him.

"Where's Raw Head?" the owner asked as he accepted her basket full of home-remedy potions. The liquid in the bottles swished in an agitate manner as Old Betty said: "I ain't seen him around today, and I'm mighty worried. You seen him here in town?"

"Nobody's seen him around today. They would've told me if they did," the mercantile owner said. "We'll keep a lookout fer you."

"That's mighty kind of you. If you see him, tell him to come home straightaway," Old Betty said. The mercantile owner nodded agreement as he handed over her weekly pay.

Old Betty fussed to herself all the way home. It wasn't like Raw Head to disappear, especially not the day they went to town. The man at the mercantile always saved the best scraps for the mean old razorback, and Raw Head never missed a visit. When the old conjuring woman got home, she mixed up a potion and poured it onto a flat plate.

"Where's that old hog got to?" she asked the liquid. It clouded over and then a series of pictures formed. First, Old Betty saw the good-for-nothing hunter that lived on the next ridge sneaking around the forest, rounding up razorback hogs that didn't belong to him. One of the hogs was Raw Head. Then she saw him taking the hogs down to Hog-Scald Hollow, where folks from the next town were slaughtering their razorbacks. Then she saw her hog, Raw Head, slaughtered with the rest of the pigs and over his skinned head and bloody bones.

Then Raw Head headed up the track toward the ridge, looking for the hunter who had slaughtered him. Raw Head slipped passed the thief on the road and slid into the barn where the hunter kept his horse and wagon. Raw Head climbed up into the loft and waited for the hunter to come home.

It was dusk when the hunter drove into the barn and unhitched his horse. The horse snorted in fear, sensing the presence of Raw Head in the loft. Wondering what was disturbing his usually-calm horse, the hunter looked around and saw a large pair of eyes staring down at him from the darkness in the loft.

The hunter frowned, thinking it was one of the local kids fooling around in his barn.

"Land o' Goshen, what have you got those big eyes fer?" he snapped, thinking the kids were trying to scare him with some crazy mask.

"To see your grave," Raw Head rumbled very softly. The hunter snorted irritably and put his horse into the stall.

"Very funny. Ha,ha," The hunter said. When he came out of the stall, he saw Raw Head had crept forward a bit further. Now his luminous yellow eyes and his bears claws could clearly be seen.

"Land o' Goshen, what have you got those big claws fer?" he snapped. "You look ridiculous."

"To dig your grave…" Raw Head intoned softly, his voice a deep rumble that raised the hairs on the back of the hunter's neck. He stirred uneasily, not sure how the crazy kid in his loft could have made such a scary sound. If it really was a crazy kid.

Feeling a little spooked, he hurried to the door and let himself out of the barn. Raw Head slipped out of the loft and climbed down the side of the barn behind him. With nary a rustle to reveal his presence, Raw Head raced through the trees and up the path to a large, moonlight rock. He hid in the shadow of the huge stone so that the only things showing were his gleaming yellow eyes, his bear claws, and his raccoon tail.

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Can't say I've heard of this... that's kinda disturbing, someone liking liver to that degree. Poor woman.

I thought it was awesome

Black Aggie


When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful.

It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.

People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.

One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.

What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy.

With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.

Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.

The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery.

The Devil On Washington Rock


The dream was so vivid, she didn't realize at first that it was a dream. The party was crowded, the guests cheerful, the food delicious. Then a rumor began to circulate among the guests. The Devil was coming to the party. The Devil was on the way.

She didn't pay much attention at first. Until a hush came over the crowd. Turning to see what it was, she saw a tall, handsome blond man standing in the doorway greeting his hostess. Around her, the murmurs began. It was the Devil. He had come.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as the Devil made the rounds of the room. He looked so ordinary, it was hard to believe he was the Devil. Then he came to her group. As soon as he joined them, she knew the rumor was true. This was not someone to be trifled with. Frightened, she grabbed for a Bible her hostess had left lying on a nearby end-table and threw it at the Devil. For a moment, their eyes locked. The Devil's eyes were full of ferocious anger, terrible evil, and malevolent malice directed right at her. She thought she was dead.

Then she woke, and lay trembling in her bed with the light on until dawn.

The next morning was the end of term. Her parents and younger sister helped her clear out her dorm room and packed the car. It was dusk before they settled into their seats for the two-hour drive home. They talked excitedly as they drove towards their home in New Jersey, interrupting each other often, contradicting themselves and laughing. It was good to be together again.

They were fifteen minutes from home when they left the highway. Her father turned onto Washington Rock Road that led up the mountain, through the C-bend around the Washington Rock State Park and then down the other side of the mountain. As they drove up the steep hill, a noisy motorcycle tail-gated them, trying to pass even though the road was windy and narrow. Finally the hill grew so steep that the driver was forced to slow down and eventually, they pulled away from him entirely.

The car reached the top of the hill and started around the long C curve that took them through one end of the park. The park was dark and still. The whole family automatically looked to their right, out over the gorgeous view of the New York City skyline. They all saw the small park cart, sitting next to the road just inside the park boundary. It was parked directly underneath the only streetlight, where you couldn't fail to see it. And inside the vehicle....

She started trembling fiercely. Inside the vehicle was a tall, handsome blond man with eyes full of ferocious anger, terrible evil, and malevolent malice. It was the man from her dream. The man everyone said was the Devil!

The tension in the car was palpable. She had mentioned her dream to no one. But her parents and her sister all felt the evil pulsing from the still figure in the cart. No one spoke as they drove past the man.

Suddenly, the engine gave a strange cough. Her father gunned the motor, once, twice in a silent, desperate battle to keep moving. She gripped her hands together, praying silently as she stared at the figure opposite their car. The engine caught again and her father pressed down hard on the accelerator. Then they were past the man and roaring away from the park and towards the downward slope of the mountain.

She was sweating profusely, unable to stop shaking. She looked back out the window at the man in the park, and saw the motorcycle come roaring at last to the top of the hill. It drove half-way around the C-bend and as it drew opposite the figure in the cart, she heard the engine of the motorcycle cough. And then stall.

And then the park was out of view and they were riding silently towards home, not daring to speak until they were safely indoors.

She often wondered what happened to the man on the motorcycle.