- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Some people may no me on here. I'm the one who told stories ov what could be "Yettie" or "Abominable snow man" ect. ect. And I think probably the most recognized one is the story ov "Her" well... thats what I call her now due to the fact I don't know her name. She is not fake in any way, shape or form. Let me show you the first paragraph ov "her" if you haven't seen it yet.
About a month ago I had a dream I was driving my dad's truck out to my place. Old ford White and blue. There is a thunder storm going on and the rain is just pounding on the wind shield. Any ways I'm driving and all of a sudden I see a huge pot hole in the road so, me being a new and not very good driver I swerve off the the side, brake through the safety... thing and crash the truck into some trees just off the road. Oh great so I phone around for help but no one will pick up the phone. So I have to walk this fricken soaking wet high way alone freezing cold.
When out of know were a little girl with long and dirty black hair, skin white as a sheet of paper, wearing a white night gown with lips of purple and red comes around the corner screaming to the top of her lungs and plants herself in my arms crying. Then looks up at me with an eiry smirk on her face. It was then that I realized she was dead. Then she explodes with dust and dissapears. I wake up and shake it off as nothing. The following week I see her around. Outside of my dreams and her eyes have dark rings around them like when you get really tired. But, the eyes them selfs are reflecting light like those of a cat. I brush it off as my insanity like I usually do. Until it starts being more frequent. To the point were I can hear her .
Try waking up at 1 in the morning to "Will you come and play with my dollies?" in the darkened
corner of the room. So then I have another dream witch is both terrifying as hell but depressing as well. Me and my friends are at the park on the play ground after school (witch is weird 'cause I'm in high school now.) And I forget my leather jacket in science class. Aside from this annoyance it's a nice sunny day out at the park beside a small foresty area. Anyways
I text my friend to pick my jacket up for me. So a minute later he tosses it to me.
If you want to finish this story go to page 85 ov this thread.
Now to my new story, about "her"
Me and a friend were skipping... I think block B ov school... so anyways we came to my place and no one was home. It was pretty cold out so we decided to stay inside for the hole time that we skipped. So anyways here we are listening to Awaken Mustakrakish by DethKlok
and all ov the sudden we smell rotting meat, and it seems to be coming from my laundry room were something could easily jump out at you... so I'm like funk that, I 'aint going in there.
And then the smell gets stronger and hist us like a wave (it's just down the hall way). By this point we're just like holy -blam!- what was that? So I'm like what ever I'm going in my room to play some halo. And he's still on the computer. Then when I'm turning on my xbox... I hear footsteps, closer.... closer... right at the door way ov my bedroom door and then I see a shadow standing there. I'm like nice try Ryan. And then I hear his voice in the other room "what?" So then my door slowly shuts.. and I'm like funk that. So I crawl out my window and run around the corner to the front door and knock on it for him to let me in. So I get in and we're still sitting on the computer listening to Go into the water by DethKlok (yeah we're big DethKlok fans big whoop) and I light up a smoke to calm down. Then I see Ryan stare into my living room, his eyes grow bigger, his jaw drops open and tears start to build. I've never seen Ryan shed a tear, let alone have his jaw dropped with in one second. So ov course now I'm scared -blam!-less as to what is behind me, I was so scared the smoke dropped out ov my mouth and started to burn my balls. (that hurt like a -blam!-) I grab
the pack ov smokes, my lighter, my jacket and back pack and run out the door not even bothering to lock the door or close my window. I think it's getting worse... I though she went away for a while.
[Edited on 09.22.2008 5:37 PM PDT]