Stories can: make you smile -- show a deeper meaning behind something -- or even change your life.
I started this blog in 2008 after my brother Jody died & over the years it's become my notebook for stories.
My mission is to find the best stories to share with you.
So go ahead... look around and read some stories!
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**What are people saying about the stories on Anita's Notebook??**
Love the stories I've read so far,can't wait for another one!
THIS IS SUCH AN AWESOME STORY!!!!!!!!!!!
hey anita this story was mind blowing and scary .I n my friends freaked out after reading this story ,awesome job man !!!!!!!
i wanted to thank you for all of your amazing stories.
i couldn't choose one so i chose all they were all gr8
I love it honey....stuff like that makes me tear up every time...it just goes to show the bond of siblings no matter how much they agree and disagree.
This is much more believable then that stupid rugrats theory thanks for putting the truth out there :-D
Haaiiii (: i just started reading your blog, you are amazing :o!^___^
DO *YOU* LIKE STORIES?
that was soo scary ^ ^ those red eyes gave me the creeps lol
I like more stories as it's near Halloween. I find them quite interesting while I'm in bed for the night. Keep up the good work
That was an awesome story personaily i love slender man so this story just made my day
i read all of ur stories lol i just love scary stories ^ ^
I enjoyed the article about Hello kitty's history. I learned many
things throughout this article and had a few laughs as well.
I love this story, I love to read your storys before I go to sleep its very exciting and it just makes me wanna read more and more ... Anita, I love your stories just keep them coming. :)
This is a beautiful and heartwarming story. Thanks!
Loved both stories the scary one nd the boy with the coins nd mean waitress :) cant wait for more stories :D
i liked it! can you send me all your new storys plz
WOW I LOVE THIS TRUE STORY
Hope you post more scary stories. :D, Loved this! Now we all just need a campfire and some smores :D
it helps me to just come here and look
up stories. it also helps me past the time by when im not tending to
childern. i loved the story of bloody mary. its my favorite thing to
read about. so thank you for puting up this notebook.
I like this better than the more "traditional" Cinderella stories, frankly.
So this isn't a question, but I recently saw your posts about the Hey
Arnold! truth and then, about the Rugrats truth. I just wanted to say
thank you writing these posts. I have been wondering the real stories
for a long time, hoping that the "truths" I kept reading about were
untrue. And now I know they are. You saved my childhood=o)
Also, I love stories too=o)
The stories you've posted so far have really fueled my interest in legends
Lovely. Last night I read it, as if I'm a child. The more I read the more I was delighted. I wanted that this be real :). Thank you, I love this.
Oh my god , this is so weird i been looking for answers like this for many years thank you! : )
More STORIES PLEASE ! I love them !!!
I have been reading your stories for a long time and you have inspired me to look further in to things than just the obvious. you have made my life so interesting, THANK YOU. (:
JK Rowling sparked big rumors when in an interview when she revealed some things about the character of Gilderoy Lockhart.
She said that not only is he based on a real person, but that she had “to endure for two solid years” the real life person who Lockhart is based on.
She was married to her ex husband for two years so it seemed a likely fit, and the rumors started to fly.
Gilderoy Lockhart, in case you don’t remember, was Harry Potter’s Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher who was way into himself. Whether it was constantly quoting from his bestselling book ‘Magical Me’, or striking a pose in front of one his many giant paintings of himself, Lockhart had a talent for bringing the focus back onto him no matter what the situation.
JK Rowling’s ex husband is known for acting a bit like Lockhart by doing things like claiming he co-authored the first Harry Potter book, so that just added more fuel to the rumors.
Things got so bad that JK Rowling finally had to make a point of stating that Lockhart was definitely not based on her ex husband.
Some people didn’t believe her but I think it makes sense. JK Rowling was afraid of her ex husband (even at one point having to take out a restraining order against him), while the character of Gilderoy Lockhart is goofy and mostly harmless.
If JK Rowling’s ex husband was the inspiration for any Harry Potter character it would probably be one of the Death Eaters, just sayin. But that still leaves the fact that Lockhart is based on a real person …who could it be?
Many people have speculated that it’s an old professor of hers but she’s staying mum on the true identity of the person, other than to say that he’s
probably out there telling everybody that he inspired the character of Dumbledore.
Ha!! Now that sounds exactly like something Gilderoy Lockhart would do, don’t you think?
It’s about time for another scary story, don’t you think? Here’s one that’s been around for a long time in one form or another. I’ve always liked this story (no matter what the version) because of the twist ending, well, see for yourself…
THE TOWN GRAVEYARD
A group of teenagers were walking home one night, each of them staring down at their shoes but not really paying attention to much of anything. The fact was, they lived in a small town and it had been another boring day in the boring town.
Things had gotten so bad that they didn’t even talk that much anymore because there wasn’t anything new to talk about.
That is, until they happened to pass the town graveyard.
The ringleader of their little group saw an opportunity for something interesting to happen (finally), so he made a sudden turn down the dirt road that lead into the graveyard.
The rest of them followed, half reluctantly and half excitedly. The graveyard had been founded by the mysterious first settlers of the town and was an old, spooky place full of crooked tombstones and moss covered trees. It was definitely terrifying to be there after dark, but at least it wasn’t boring.
THE DARE AND THE KNIFE
As they passed the cemetery gate the twisted trees started to block out most of the moonlight and it gave the air a thick, eerie look.
“Oooooooo,” said the ringleader boy in a fake ghost voice and waving his hands in the air, “whoooooo’s scared? I bet you are… VICTORIA!” He yelled the last word and jumped out at a girl who had been looking around nervously.
She screamed and the rest of the group laughed (mainly because they were happy it wasn’t them that got scared). If it wasn’t so dark out they would have seen her face turning bright red in embarrassment. “Oh stop being so stupid,” she said trying to compose herself so everyone would stop laughing.
“Who’s stupid?” said the boy smirking, “at least I’m not afraid of some old piles of dirt.”
“I’m not afraid!” she said a bit too loudly and made a point of walking near a grave.
“I wouldn’t get too close,” said the boy, “if you stand on a grave after dark a hand will come up from the dirt and grab… YOUR FOOT!” he yelled and pointed at her left foot.
Of course, she immediately screamed and jumped away from the grave. The whole group around her burst out into hysterical laughter.
This was too much for Victoria to bear. “You’re full of it,” she said, gathering up her courage and walking over to the grave. She made herself stand on top if it, “See, nothing. Who’s the stupid one now?”
“Oh no you don’t,” said the boy, “you wouldn’t be so brave if we weren’t all here to save you if something took hold of your foot.” He then handed her something and said “Here.”
“A knife?” she said, “Oh so what, I’m supposed to be stabbing zombies now?”
“No. We,” said the boy pointing to himself and the rest of the group, “are going to finish walking home. And if you’re not too chicken then you can stand on the grave properly, by yourself, and then stick that knife in the grave to prove that you actually did it.”
“Fine, whatever,” said Victoria. She had meant to sound tough but as usual it just came out weak. She watched as the group turned around and walked down the dirt path towards the gate, they were all giggling.
HEART BEATING FAST
“Victoria!” whispered somebody from the back of the group, “Just forget it and come on.” It was a girl’s voice, so it was probably her friend Rakisha.
“No, I’m tired of him and his fake stories,” said Victoria and she made a big point of folding her arms and sitting down on the grave.
She listened to the footsteps and was hoping to hear her friend coming back to drag her off, but no such luck. Soon the footsteps completely faded away, leaving her with only the eerie rustling of the dry grass to listen to.
Victoria sat there shivering on the grave, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up as she became extra sensitive the every little noise around her.
How long would she need to stay there to prove she wasn’t afraid? Every second that passed seemed to make her heart beat harder and harder.
She heard a thud from somewhere behind her and practically jumped out of her skin, and at that she decided she couldn’t wait any longer. Plus …had the ground beneath her moved a bit? Just thinking about the ground moving made her heart practically pound out of her chest and she could barely breathe. With shaking hands she unfolded the knife as fast as she could manage and then stabbed the blade straight into the dirt below.
But when she got up to walk off she realized with a sickening sense of horror that she couldn’t walk. Something had hold of her left foot!
“Help! Help it’s got me!” she yelled while trying desperately to pull her leg free, but it only tripped her up and made her fall down onto the grave. She thrashed and screamed but it was no use, something had hold of her foot. Then everything went dead silent.
AT THE GRAVE
The next day at school word got around that Victoria hadn’t come home the night before. The kids from the group all looked at each other guiltily, then snuck out of class as soon as they got the chance.
They headed to the graveyard, once again not talking, but this time for a different reason. Each one of them was thinking about what they might find there.
And as they walked up to the grave their worst fears were realized. There she was in front of the tombstone, dead but with eyes open and a horror struck look on her face.
Down by her right foot was the knife, still sticking through the corner of her jeans and into the ground.
You see, in her hurry to get away she had stabbed the knife right through the corner of her jeans by her foot and into the dirt. It wasn’t something from the grave that had gotten a hold of her, it was only the knife.
She had been so scared though that she simply couldn’t think clearly enough to set herself free …and had died of terror.