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But DIPPING STICKS Skyler...
"There are shadows for the shadows of things, as a reflection seen in a mirror of a mirror. We know there are circles within circles and dimensions beyond dimension. Reality is itself a shadow, only an appearance accepted by those whose eyes shun what might lie beyond." -Louis L'Amour-
Posted by: Scoopicus
Ok, this is the creepiest thing EVER! I am pretty sure no one can beat this.
So one night about 7 years ago, I'm just chilling at home, finishing my 2nd triple whopper of the night, (Yes, I am a whale) and playing some Halo 1. I hear this crashing noise in my kitchen. I am extremely parinoid, and never go anywhere without a backup plan, so I naturally have a Beretta on my stand next to the couch. I grab it and ninja my way out to the kitchen. Not too easy when you're 450 pounds. I look around and see nothing, and tell myself "Huh, must have been on the game" and go back to playing. Then like 2 hours later I start to get hungry. (After finishing 3 large triple whopper meals, wouldn't you want a snack?) I reach for my gun again, but it isn't there. Now I'm really freaked out. I waltz over to my gun case and grab my little old Desert Eagle. Sure, the Deagle isn't worth half a -blam!- in a combat situation, but is big as hell and will give a scare to just about any robber. And if that didn't scare them off, the sight of me in nothing but breifs probably would have. Anyhow, I go out to the kitchen again and see that now there is a bunch of shards of glass on the floor. In fact, they were all over the floor. I go to the garage and get me a broom and dustpan, then come back in, and all the shards are gone, only to be replaced by a clear bowl, filled to the top with a red liquid. Now I'm starting to freak the hell out. I slowly walk into the living room, gun raised, and pick up the phone. I was going to call the cops, but what the hell could they do? Tell me I might need mental help? I might as well have dialed the ghost busters. Then the phone rang right before I picked it up. I picked it up, and when I answered, I heard a multitude of childeren laughing and crying and whatever-ing. I slam the phone down, telling myself that I'm dreaming that I'm in some stupid horror movie. Then I turn around and nearly void myself when I see a guy in a black suit standing at the edge of the room. I'm thinking to myself that it's one of those "Men in Black" because I could have sworn I saw a UFO a few weeks before. I can see he's bald, but I can't really see his face. I work my way towards the door of the room and he starts wlking towards me. I raise my gun and tell him to get back. He keeps coming. I yell at him to get back. He speeds up. Now I have no choice, I have to shoot him. I raise the pistol and let off a shot. I didn't really care about anyone hearing, I live in the middle of a nothing. I swore I was aiming right at him, but it didn't do a damn thing. He didn't stop. I fired two more shots, and nothing. Then I tripped and fell on my back. I would have gotten back up, but like I said, I am a phugging fat ass, and it would have taken me a few seconds. So I just push myself back with my legs, emptying the remaining .50 slugs on his chest. I hit a wall, and stopped trying to do anything. I just look at him with disbelife as I look at him and see that he has no face! No mouth, eyes, nose, or anything else! He stands right above me, and I guess he looks down at me. I am ready to scream, but then I pass out. When I woke up I'm still against the wall, with my gun at my side. I drag myself up and have a look around. There's no bowl with red -blam!- in it, my TV is paused on a level of Halo 1, and no bullet holes are in any wall. I check the gun and see that it's indeed empty, but for some reason the hammer isn't locked back. I told myself it was a dream, and I must have sleep walked. So you know what I did then? I got my ass to IHOP and got me some pancakes. After a while I come home and turn on the news and saw that some paranormal expert died of comletely unknown causes. Now, I know what you're thinking, that this is totally fake. Well, it happened AGAIN. In fact, it happens every three years. I don't know if it's just a dream or not, but it should happen again this year, and I am almost positive that it will. And it hasn't been just me, many other people have had this type of thing happen to them. Go look it up.
Alright, I guess that might not have been too scary to read, but when it happens, it is scary as -blam!-. Well whatever, continue writing, dearest comrades.
Oh, and if you're wondering what happened to that berreta at the begining, I still haven't found it. Pisses me off, too, it was a gold M9 with a custom rosewood hilt.dont worry dude at least you can look forward to eating at IHOP every time it happens. Unless.... IHOP and your backup Denny's goes out of business
[Edited on 06.13.2010 5:35 AM PDT]