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Seven Cursed Days by MCtheGirl.com

There were these three girls, and I was one of them. Everyone had always said that we looked so happy, the three of us, identical. We all had soft long golden hair, deep blue eyes, with pink ribbon ties. We got along, though we fought only some, just as sisters usually do. Though in the year 2000, the day we each turned 13 years of age. Our birth day party went exactly as mother planed. The banners were hung, confetti in the air, with balloons every where. We had a huge cake, with plenty to spare.

The day after our birth day, my sister gained weight, we figured it was all that cake she had ate. A day later I became ill, my face was green like a lima been, my hands were clams, and boy was I lazy. The third day after our birthday, the other sister began to rage; she would shout and scream all about. A day after that my sister was really fat; she couldn’t fit her pants, she envied my waste line. The fifth day after our birth day, my sister didn’t like what our mom had told her… Out of wrath & furry, she pushed her down the stairs, and now our mom, she’d dead.

The next day the cops came and took away mothers body. This group of people, I think called CPS, they took me and my sister in for care, there other one to arrest. Turns out my sister didn’t just kill mom though also got saluted by our dad with lust. Right when we got to our destination, my sister hogged all the food and so as she got fatter, I became more thin.

Seven days from our birthday, our sister, now in jail, she takes much thought into how she’d get anyone if they messed up here day and now she plans out her ways. She prefects each move and stores it deep within her mind. Our sister fat sister’s now dead, for she ate her self to death. I am ill and dieing now, the other sister is now on death row.

1. Gluttony, 2. Sloth, 3. Envy, 4. Wrath, 5. Lust, 6. Greed, 7. Pride.

"A evil in the house by SNOBLE"

December 28th 1904: I have given birth to my first child. The pain was terrible. My fiancérefuses to believe it is his child. I’m so scared. My fiancé is very rich and if he truly believes this child isnot his he will not marry me. I will end up working the streets like otherwomen I suppose for no man really wants a woman with another man’s baby. Oh dearest diary what shall I do. My little girl cry’s now. I must feed hertill another time dearest diary.

January 12th 1905: Another year has began. My fiancé has decided the child is his and we havenamed her Sarah. Tomorrow we will be married Henry is a good man and I’m sureI shall be happy with him. He has the house we will be living in all set up. He says he had planned ahoneymoon which would take us to another part of the world but he wouldn’t dothat now with the infant. Tomorrow I shall be Jessica Leander and I am so happy.

January 13th 1905: I am now Mrs. Henry Leander. Oh how happy I am. I have just arrived at mynew home and I must say it is gigantic in size. So many rooms I don’t thinkwe can even use all of them. The inside is full of things only the rich can afford. Yet I feel somethingis wrong with this house. Maybe it is my imagination but I feel something badwill happen soon here.

February 1st 1905: A terrible thing has happened. I am in tears as I write this. My child mydaughter Sarah is dead. It is a servants fault as well. She supposedly was having an affair with my husband before he and I married.She was jealous of our child and she took a pillow last night and suffocatedmy baby. The sheriff has arrested her and they have taken my baby girls bodyaway. The servant girl says she doesn’t even remember doing it. She said “Oneinstant I was fluffing pillows and the baby was crying the next I had thepillow over her face and she was dead. It was as if an evil present came overme.” The woman must be lying. She knew what she was doing she had to. Oh God mybaby is gone my baby girl is dead.

February 6th 1905: The funeral of Sarah was today. My family and friends were all there. Momma will be staying with my husband and I for awhile for I get in hysterics as hecalls it every night. I hear her still crying every night my little girl. Ihear her needing her mother to hold her but I get so upset when I remembershe’s gone. Momma has lost many a baby over the years she knows how it feels. Never hasshe lost one by murder though. I feel evil in my house still and I knowsomething else will happen. I have suggested to Henry we have a priest come and cleanse the house. Herefused. He believes I’ve lost my mind. I hear her crying again now. I must find her. I must help her get to heaven somehow.

February 22nd 1905: Another terrible tragedy has happened. Today Momma was walking down our grandstaircase and tripped she fell and broke her neck. The sheriff came anddeemed it an accident. I don’t believe it was an accident. This house has something evil in it andIt is the reason both my mother and my daughter are gone. Henry is leaving ona business trip tomorrow I will have a medium come in and try and figure whatis wrong with my house while he is gone.

March 2nd 1905: The medium has been here. She told me this land is where some Indians hadburied there dead. She believes it is the spirits of the dead that are thecause. She also senses that the Shaman of the Indian tribe is near and iscasting curses on my home. He believes it’s the Shaman’s spirit doing the evil. I want a priest and will have one come tomorrow before Henry returns homewithin a few days. This house must be blessed or worse will happen. I feel it will truly I do.

March 3rd 1905: The priest has come and blessed the house it seems the presents is gone now. Henry will return home tomorrow. This is sooner than expected but I will be glad to see him. I hope to make another child with him when he returns. Lord I love my husband and if anything were happened to him I would surely die. Well all for now.

March 4th 1905: My husband returned today. We began immediately trying for a child. He sleeps now as I write this. I feel the present has returned. God help me something is wrong. It feels as if someone or something is trying to take over my body. I shall fight it as best I can. I will not allow this to happen. Lord save me.

March 5th 1905: I awoke with blood all over me and my husband’s dead headless body lying inbed next to me. The sword is next to the bed. I know I did this and cannot live with myself. This evil has taken everyone I love from me. I have called the sheriff and he is coming to arrest me for I confessed I did it. When he gets here he will find me hanging in my bedroom. The noose is ready. I’m not afraid. I shall join you my family wherever you are today and leave this evil house forever.