Short Scary Stories

The AIM Scare

One night while bored, I logged on to AIM instant messenger, to chat about a fun halloween party coming up with my friends. We were all bored of one on one conversations so we opened up a fun chat room. Out of nowhere, someone we didn't know came in to the

chat, he was nice but seemed kinda off. about an hour later my friends logged off, leaving only me and the stranger to talk. He logged out of the chat and one on one IMed me, saying hello. I greeted back, and asked what his name was, how old he was,

you know, basic conversation. He told me that he was older than me, which I found weird..why not give me a number? Then he said his name was Ricky. I gave him my name and he said, oh i already know. Um okay what. Intrigued I asked more, eventually getting to "Where do you live?" and he replied

"In your house." That's fucked" I thought, who is this weirdo! I blocked him then, instantly I hear YOU'VE GOT MAIL. I open it up to him saying "Why would you ex out? Do you want to speak personally?" I replied asking "Why he was scaring me?" He said why not turn around and ask me to my face?" I gasp and, with my heart racing I turn around, but no one was there obviously. I

laughed, and as i turned around to say "Very funny" to him, he logged off. All of a sudden, I heard the phone ring, I jumped out of my skin as it broke the deafening silence. The voice on the phone said, "why hello

there, I'm coming to say hello personally. See you soon." I start crying and hang up, then call the police. They say if he calls again, to call back and they

will trace his call. I hang up, and he calls again, he says he's closer, so i call the police again, they say to stay calm , they are tracking

it as they speak. Then he calmly tells me to go to my front door, and open it, I do this thinking this can't be real, then he tells me to run as fast as i can, up

the street to the telephone booth, and they have someone meeting me there, I ask why, but he hangs up before i can ask.

Terrified, I run. Just as i reach the phonebooth, a police officer grabs me, and pulls me to his chest, and pulls out a gun and points

out towards where my house was, keeping me safe. I thank him, but ask why he couldn't just come to my house, and as

several men run towards my house, with guns and shields, he informs me that the calls....were coming from a cell phone in the upstairs room. Which as terrifying a thought as it was, I recall that my parent's room and the bathroom were notorious in my house for having shitty reception. Chills ran down my spine, when I realised that the only fathomable place someone could have hidden in my petite, little house was from...

...the closet behind were I sit at the computer.