[ferretchucker]

Staring Stanley - This was a story my brother used to tell me and knowing him it was stolen from some tv show but either way I've then used it against several friends when I was younger.

Stanley was the boy who used to live in my house and his sister used to sleep in my room and he had the other one. Anyway, one day his sister had a sleepover and Stanley, being the pervert that he is crept out into the garden and started peeking through the window at the girlies. I should probably point out around now that I live in a bungalow.

So Stanley was watching the girls intently and failed to notice a roof slate above him begin to come loose. The slate fell down off the roof and hit the poor sod slap bang on the top of his head, killing him instantly. The family moved away, traumatised by what had happened...but Stanley remained. Still watching, still just peering through the glass at you as you laid there in bed.

The thing that used to make this story so creepy was how little Stanley did. It wasn't a case of "he kills you in the night if you dare look at him", because of course my brother being the twisted bastard he is knows that when I wake up alive I'd know it was a load of balls. No, Stanley just watches. Always watching...