What was a scary childrens rhyme?

Answer 1

Okay are you ready for some scaring? But this is NOT ghost stories!!!

This one is called

CHECK THE CHILDREN.

A long time ago, when goblins hid in mountains and witches brew in caves, there was an old woman living alone in a cottage by the country side of Belfast City. She was known as Jennie Copperpot. One day she was walking along the road, heading for the shops to buy fresh milk, when she came to a young man in a tight suit. He stopped her and asked " Are you willing to look after my children for me? I have to go to work all day tomorrow, I have no babysitters. I will pay you for each child!". Jennie paused and thought, then she said okay. She went on down the road and got her milk and went back to her cottage. She made herself a cup of tea and then tidied up a bit. She went to bed that night thinking of what morning would bring. She woke up and got dressed, and waiting for a ring at the door. When she heard it, she answered the door and saw the four children, dirty and wide-eyed. She sighed and let them in, and she told them to go upstairs and play in the spare toy room. They ran off upstairs and she settled down in her rocking chair beside the fire and started reading the daily newspaper. The fire crackled loudly, and she thought she heard the fire whisper, a faint one, but just enough to hear it " Check the children". She shuffled around in her chair and just ignored it. A few minutes later she heard the fire speak again, louder this time. " Check the children". She shivered and walked upstairs slowly to the spare toy room to find that one of the children was missing. She gasped, but then reassured herself and figured that the child must have gone out to play. She walked back down stairs and put the pot on for a cup of tea. The tea pot whistled quietly. She thought she heard a faint " Check the children" in between whistles of the pot. She gasped and rushed up stairs to find only two children left i n the spare room. She was starting to worry. She decided to stay in the spare room for a few minutes, just to make sure these two children were safe. She sat in the rocking chair in the corner and watched the children play. After a while, she dozed off and dreamt about a man in black, standing in front of her. He was constantly saying " Check the children". She woke up with a jolt and opened her eyes. She saw the man in black, tearing apart the childrens jaw, all four of them, snapping their legs and breaking their arms. He turned and grinned at her...

He said four, heart-breaking words to Jennie Copperpot.

" Should've checked the children".

nice one. here's one i got. Once there were two siblings who were on summer vacation. suddenly they heard a knock on the door, and because their parents weren't there, they didn't answer. two hours later a white van came into their driveway but instead of parking it rammed into the garage, door shut. the children heard the crash and were terrified. a man came out of the truck armed, and began to take things and put them into his car. the kids hid in their closets when the footsteps came upstairs. the strange man pulled out his gun and began shooting random objects. he shot a hole right in the closet door and heard a scream. the man stumbled back and shot the door again. everything was silent. then he went to the next bedroom. he shot several times under the bed and no luck. the man took more objects and put them in the van. but one child was still there. the child prayed for its life, and suddenly he heard police sirens coming. bullets started firing through the walls and the kid was shot twice. in the arm and the foot. suddenly he heard a thud and sneaked outside his bedroom and found a limp body with bullet holes. he examined it, got closer when it grabbed his leg and yanked him downward. the shot man aimed a pistol at the boys head. and right when he was about to shoot the boy took a knife out of his pocket and stabbed the stranger in the heart. the police didn't know about the boy and still fired into the house. the boy came to the window to yell to the police, but a bullet came right in his direction. it got him in the forehead and everyone in the house was dead. during the boys autopsy they compared the bullets of the police and the man, and they were different. the mans bullet was in the daughter, however the police's bullet was in the son. the parents became sad and very angry. but then again, who would be irresponsible enough to leave their kids home alone?

Nice. I've got one, too.

It's not true, but it's a little something I call "Not Everyone is Harmless".

Ok, there was a young, poor woman on Welfare living in a small, one floor house. She had three children, named Kat, Haley and Alanna. One day, she took the money jar with some money in it and went to the store to get some water. On the way, she noticed a man smiling at her, but she was just too miserable to reply. He walked over to her and said, "Hello. I'm Kent. You look awful. What has happened? Would you like some help with that?" he asked. He seemed friendly enough, so the young woman agreed and gave him the bags. On the walk home, he started a conversation. "I've noticed you are poor, and have kids you cannot help. Would you like me to babysit for you?" the woman grinned tentatively and answered. "yes, I would love that." the man gave her his number and walked away Into the Woods. The young woman, (let's call her Amanda), felt totally safe with him, and the whole way home she sang happily and skipped, even though everybody in the village grimaced at her appearance. That night, she was going out to do some odd jobs for a couple hours, and decided to call the man that offered to babysit. "hello?" he answered, his voice a tad peculiar. "Yes, this is Amanda. I was wondering if you would like to come babysit? I must do some odd jobs." she said, and the man said 'ok' and hung up. She left, and left the door unlocked and a note saying he could come in. When the man came in, (let's call him Kent), he made the kids some soup and read them a book, then put them to bed. That night, Amanda came home and Kent was there, and he smiled. Your kids are upstairs. I put them to sleep.. I never realized it.. you like just like them!" he exclaimed, and decapitated her with his pocket knife very slowly. The landlord came to get rent after the man left, and no one answered so she let herself in. She smelled something bad, so just went upstairs to get the money herself, and caught a glimpse of blood in the the doorframe of the children's room. She opened it, and saw 4 decapitated bodies tie in a knot on the floor. Remember: never trust strangers. :)

Nice! Here's one. Its a tad gruesome though! (If your American, change "centimetre" to "inch".

One night, a middle-aged woman called Sarah was watching TV while her 3 children were playing in the rumpus room. Sarah had just sat down with a cup of peppermint tea when the phone rung. "Hello?" she said. "10 more minutes" the voice said. Sarah hung up and checked on the kids. They were all still there, playing happily. "Must of been a wrong number." Sarah thought to herself. About 5 minutes later, the phone rung again. "Hello?" Sarah asked, irritated."5 more minutes." the voice said again. Sarah was a little nervous, so she checked on the kids and sat down. About 5 minutes later she heard the same voice saying "centimetre, centimetre, centimetre." over and over again. It was getting kind of freaky so she checked on the kids. They were cut up into centimetres.

THE ONES ON TOP ARE NOT MINE. THEY ARE WAY TO AWESOME. THIS ONE IS MINE:

A couple were driving somewhere when they realized their gas was low. They decided to look for a gas station when they ran out of gas, in the middle of NOWHERE. The boyfriend said to the girlfriend,'' I'll be right back. I'm looking for help. Lock all the doors.'' She nodded, and as told, she locked all the doors. She waited a little while, but then a man came right againest the window. Just by the look on his face he was crazy. The girl was pertrifyed( i don't know how to spell it), but the man seemed to have something in his right hand. He bought it up to the girl view. He was holding the boyfriend's head. She closed her eyes, waiting for the image to go away. When she opened her eyes, he had something in his left hand. The car keys.

This is mine i don't know if it is scary

ok once there was a doll and with its hands it had a 2 up and the other hand was like a fist but like something like a pole was supposed to go in it. well there was a little girl between the ages 5-8 and then she saw the Chinese doll and gasped in exitement and then she said "mommy, can i have this little doll please i promise i wont ask again." so the mom got it for her (lets say the little girls name is jenna) well then then they went up to the casher and just by the way she look they knew she was wacky. well the casher said "ma'am, never leave this little girl alone with this doll" the mom said"ok."

so they took the doll home and the little girl put the doll in the window cill. A few years later the little girl is older about maybe 10-12 and they forgot about what the casher said. The mom yell up stairs saying "honey in going to the store do u want to come?"

"no im ok" the daughter yelled back."ok bye" the mom said jenna didn't reply. Jenna went to sleep nd the mom got back and said "jenna im back" there was no reply. so the mom repeated "I'm home" still no reply. so she ran up stairs and then saw blood leak out the room and the opened the door and saw her daughter was dead. So she investigated and saw the Chinese doll with blood on it and a knife in the fist havd and the hand with a 2 was now a 3!?.

remember the chucky doll isn't the only 1 that kills

Answer 2

"Ring-a-round the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down." This rhyme is thought to have originated during the time of the Bubonic Plague and has dark associations with death and disease.

Answer 3

Witch, Witch Witch, witch, where do you fly? Under the clouds and over the sky. Witch, witch, what do you eat? Little black apples from Hurricane Street. Witch, witch, what do you drink? Vinegar and good red ink. Witch, witch, where do you sleep? Up in the clouds where the pillows are cheap

Answer 4

I'll write a poem so you can get some clues

all alone at night

when wolves are ready to fight

they don't frighten me at all

pictures on the wall

staring at my doll

they don't frighten me at all

dragons breathing fire

I call them lier

life doesn't frighten me at all

Answer 5

I'm to cool for nursery school

Aneela