Ok, so not such a scary one here, but still my favorite ghost story.
It was a dark and stormy night and a business man's car broke down. He's within walking distance of a hotel, so he goes to check in.
The clerk refuses to give him a room. "I'm sorry," he says, "All our rooms are full except for the haunted room!"
"I don't believe in ghosts, give me the room!" the man replies. The clerk finally relents and gives the man the keys.
Not five minutes after he went into the room, the closet door opens and out steps a ghost who has blood all over his hands. "BLOOOOOOODY FINGERS!" the ghost moans.
The man screams and runs from the room.
The same night, a woman arrives at the hotel. She demands a room.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. All of our rooms are taken except the haunted room," the clerk tells her.
"I don't believe in ghosts but I do believe in sleep," the woman snaps (it was very late at night by this point), "Give me the keys!" The clerk finally relents and gives her the keys.
Not five minutes after she went into the room, the closet door opens and out steps the ghost with the bleeding hands. "BLOOOOOOODY FINGERS!" the ghost moans.
The woman sees the ghost, screams, and runs out of the room.
Even later that night, a guitar player comes to the hotel. "I'm sorry, we only have one room, and it's haunted!" the clerk says.
"Whatever," the guitar player replies, and he finally convinces the clerk to give him the keys.
Not five minutes after he went into the room, the closet door opens and out comes the same ghost. "BLOOOOOOODY FINGERS!" the ghost moans.
The guitar player, who is sitting on the bed strumming his guitar, turns and sees the ghost. "Dude, get yourself a Band-Aid."