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Subject: Creepiest things that have happened to you.

Can we push dying to a week from Friday?

HOLY BLAM! that was not the best thing to read at 1 in the morning... scared for life

  • 01.10.2011 10:00 PM PDT

Posted by: Janeletmein
this

O.o

  • 01.10.2011 10:05 PM PDT

creeper in mah house

  • 01.10.2011 10:25 PM PDT

it actually works lolololol

  • 01.10.2011 11:03 PM PDT
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Humiliating Bronies since 2011

"Didn't we have some fun, though? Remember when the platform was sliding into the fire pit and I said goodbye, and you were like NO WAAAY. And then I was all, we pretended we were going to murder you... that was great."

"I invited your best friend the Companion Cube. Of course he couldn't come because you murdered him. All your other friends couldn't make it because you don't have any other friends. Because of how unlikeable you are. It says here in your personnel file: Unlikeable, like by no one. A bitter unlikeable loner who shall not be mourned. 'Shall not be mourned.' That's exactly what it says. Very formal. Very official. It also says that you're adopted, so that's funny, too."

  • 01.10.2011 11:36 PM PDT

I had a friend who lived in a MASSIVE house. He moved to Wales and I never saw him again, About 7 years after he left, the place was messed up, graffiti EVERYWHERE. I decided to have a look around (being the 13 year idiot I was) and relive some memories. I started in the bedroom, where I had learnt guitar with him. I was surprised to find that a dark red guitar was sat in the corner, gathering dust. Thinking of no-one but myself, I took the guitar from it's resting place and slung it over my shoulder.

Feeling that nothing more could be achieved in that decrepit room, I returned to the hall.

I saw the cupboard under the stairs, the one place I was never permitted. I went straight for it, nearly ripping the rusty door off it's hinges. Bending down, I realised that the guitar made it impossible to get in, so I took off the strap and placed the guitar by the door.

When I looked inside, the brilliance of the diamond sat between numerous other precious items blinded me for a moment, before I placed my hand on it. The smoothness of the jewel was incredible, the edges cut perfectly. I was stunned for a moment, but the second the jewel had sunk to the bottom of my pocket, the paralysis dissapeared. I was about to turn and leave when I heard guitar strings being plucked to a tune, and a distinct tune. My friends favourite song, Welcome to the Jungle, was flowing through the air, chilling my blood. I was too scared to move, so I listened to the music for a while, until it was abruptly interrupted by the slamming of a door behind me. I instantly whipped around, even as the cold breeze ruffled my hair. Grabbing the door handle, I instantly rose in height, hitting my head on the door frame.

When I woke up, I reached for my head, feeling for damage. I flinched at the feeling of the open wound, looking at my bloodied hand. It was then that I realised that there was water on the floor.

Red water.

I licked one of my fingers, and screwed my face up at the mixture of coppery blood and sea salt. I tried standing up to look at my surroundings, but the floor was swaying, knocking me into the wall, which was much colder than I had imagined, When I looked, the wall was made of steel. It was then that I realised.

I was on a slowly sinking ship.

I looked at my surroundings for the first time. They weren't impressive, just a bed and table. On the bed was a skeleton with what looked like a diary in one hand, and the backside of a photograph in the other. On the table was a small but ornate box with a note next to it.

When I read the note, I found that it would be wise to read the diary first, or I may not understand the contents of the box. I walked over to the bed, cringing at the sight of the diary, which was covered in what I assumed was my own blood. I pryed it from the hands of the skeleton, my clean hand soon drenched in blood. I placed the diary on the table, then wiped my hands on my clothes, which didn't help much, as they were also saturated. It was only then that I thought about my way out, and felt a chill run down my spine when I found that there was no visible way out. I went back to the skeleton to retrieve the photo, being careful not to see the picture on the other side, just in case.

Upon reaching the table, I was startled to find that two chairs had appeared, one of them occupied. The figure was dressed in a sailors uniform, and I recognised him immediately.

My friend was jesturing for me to sit down, my brain wanting answers, my legs thinking otherwise. I sat down, looking my friend straight in the face. He smiled happily and pointed to the diary. I knew instantly what he meant.

I opened the diary.

The first page was just a sketch of what appeared to be the box on the table, but with a diamond next to it. I thought about it for a second, but then I reached into my pocket and placed the diamond on the table. A laugh fell from my friends lips, but not a laugh I recognised. It was a psychotic laugh, filled with greed and gluttony. I shivered.

Turning the page, I found an incredibly small key in the crease of the book, and on the left page there was a short paragraph, on the right a sketch of an island. The paragraph read:

We have put the island behind us, and with it the fate that threatened us. The crew still seem uneasy, but I'm sure that will change when they get their share of the money we'll be making back home. This jewel is flawless, the box so mysterious. I have not yet opened it, but the crew have told me that do not wish it done until we are ashore. They believe it may condemn us while we are at sea. I'm not prepared to take a chance.

I felt something different in the room. When I tore myself from the diary, I saw a ladder to my side, leading out of a large hole in the ceiling. The box was missing and so was the key. The photo was still there, so I grabbed it and left the room.

I felt a strong breeze, and saw trees and sand. I pulled myself up and out of the room, and stood up on the sand. When I looked back at the room, I found that most of the ship was buried in the sand, only the bridge and prow protruding from the ground.

Looking at the ground, I found that the box and key were there, and my friend was sat on the sand by them. I sat down beside him and looked at the photo I had in my hand. It depicted him and his family standing proud in front of their house.

I continued reading the diary, which had most of it's pages torn out, and many of those that remained merely described the journey of the unfortunate sailors. The last page said:

I have made it home without opening the box, no matter the temptation. I will open it without delay, the mystery is killing me with it's tight embrace.

I looked at my friend, who in turn gestured toward the box. I reached for the key and stretched out towards the box. Once it was in my lap, I gently put the key in the lock and turned. The click of the tumblers echoed through the trees behind me.
I opened the lid on the box and gasped at what I saw.

A blood spattered gun with a clip of bullets next to it lay before me, an air of horror emmanating from it. A small note lay tucked into the corner of the box. I reached in and pulled it out.

To he who reads this, I cannot handle the thought of the poor men who died on that island to save this trinket. It was not worth the sacrifice. I am already married. I have no need of a ring, no matter it's worth. I leave it to the one worthy of it's beauty. Steven Kenny.

I took the gun from the box, a stunning ring fell. I picked it out of the sand and placed it in the box. I picked up the ammunition and placed it in the gun. Closing my eyes, I fired every bullet that rested in the chamber into the distance. I knew what I had to do. I had to compensate for this mans foolishness. I looked at my friend, who nodded, and suddenly, the pain in my head became excruciating, and i fell into the sand, slowly fading into darkness.

I awoke in blinding light, with my head bandaged and the box, guitar and diamond at my feet. I was outside a house. Not the house I had been in an hour prior. A smaller house that was looked after. Considering that my friendship with him was across a wide age range of 8 years, because he was leaving high school when I was starting, I presumed this was his house.

I knocked on the door and waited. A young and pretty woman answered, and I explained that I was there to see Robert. She seemed happy to have a visitor. She took me through to a room where I saw Robert sat watching TV. When he saw me holding the box and diamond, with the guitar over my shoulder, he looked shocked, but then smiled and introduced me to his girlfriend. I told him that we needed privacy, and his girlfriend seemed to understand. I felt out of place as I was so young and they were adults in love, but I had a duty.

I first handed him the guitar, but he shook his head and told me to keep it, as he had a new one. I smiled and agreed. I then showed him the diamond, and he looked at me as if I was his brother, and refused once again, telling me to keep it. But I shook my head and placed it on the table.

Finally, I handed him the box, and he had no idea what it was, so I told him never to let anyone see it's contents, and never get rid of it. He asked me how to open it, so I took out the key and opened the box.

The disgust on my friends face was unmistakable, but then I hande him the note. He read it slowly, then he read it again, and again. He pressed it to his face, even as the tears streaked down. I waited for him to stop, then handed him the ring. He was silent, so I told him to give it to his girlfriend.

We went back into the living room, where his girlfriend was waiting. I turned to leave, but my friend grabbed my arm and told me to stay. I watched as he went down on one knee and proposed to her. She cried out with joy and flung her arms around him, then she offered for me to stay the night. I had no idea where in Wales I was or how to get home, so I agreed. She tended to my head wound, which was not serious, but was quite deep. I slept soundly that night.

6 months later, the marriage took place in a small church by their house. It was a pretty affair, and I was content with what I had done.

3 months after that, Harry was born. They had named him after me, which made me cry. He was 6 pounds exactly.

The same month, a memorial went up in the local graveyard to honor Roberts father, Steven. I stood in the darkness contemplating the future, and went back to Roberts house.

This, my friends, IS a TRUE story. It may not be that scary, but I wanted somebody to know. Robert and Mellisa are now happily married with 4 children, and I visit regularly. If you were bothered to read this, and want to investigate, go to Earby, North Yorkshire, Number 12 Cowgill street and ask for Liam Morrison. He will tell you about me if you ask the right questions.

  • 01.11.2011 1:46 PM PDT

my uncle lives by himself in this spooky a@# house built in the 1920's and there is a chruch about 200 yards away but other than that the nearest house is half a mile away.

One night around 2 am I hear what sounds like glass breaking coming from the church. But the same sound kept happening anout every 5 seconds. So every 5 seconds it sounds like a pane of glass is being shattered.

this sound keeps me up all night the next morning my uncle says he heard nothing.

  • 01.11.2011 11:58 PM PDT


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Posted by: awesomeness
Now that woulda been scary... jumpin out of a scy scraper window and falling to death to keep from burnin to death.. mm*shakes head
Posted by: xSpartan 046x
I don't want to upset anyone,

But I predicted 9/11 the day before it happened...
I'm still freaked out by it

Remember 9/11/01!!!!

do you want to see somthing REALLY creepy? go to Microsoft Word. Type in Q33 NY (make sure it is captilized.)
after typing this in change it into wingding font. you should get a a smbol that looks like a plane and two symbols that look like two Buildings. you should also get symbol that looks like a skeleton head and two bones crossed next to a smbol that looks like the satan symbol. very creepy... i almost crapped my pants when my freind showed it to me.
want more? go here. Also type in NYC and change it to webdings
OH MY GOD I CRAPPED MYSELF WHEN I SAW THIS!!!!!

  • 01.12.2011 4:14 AM PDT

One of my dad's friends went elk hunting and he was by himself and he shot one and he put his camera on a stand and put it on a timer and when he got the picture there was a mountain lion standing right behind him.

  • 01.12.2011 8:19 PM PDT
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Posted by: halo3mnky
One time I was watching the Ring on my tv in the basement with my friend then just as the closet scene came the Tv started to static then it turned off but before it did we saw a white ring around the TV.


lol thats not weird for me, it happens to my tv all the time when its used for a really long time

  • 01.12.2011 8:46 PM PDT

''We ride together, we die together, bro's and bad boys for life''

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Posted by: DarthDrizzt

Posted by: sargeantomeg4
Bioshock. Had to stop playing before I -blam!-ed my pants.
Does that mean I shouldn't play it? I kinda want it.
It's good, but I can't play by myself or during night.


Weird, I don't think Bioshock is scary at all. I see it more like a Action game. And yes, I love the game, and the story is amazing.

  • 01.13.2011 11:45 AM PDT

''We ride together, we die together, bro's and bad boys for life''

This is more kind of a funny thing that happened to me and my best friend.

We were just walking around the city when a guy was offering us drugs, but we were all like ''Nah bro, we cool.''
And stuff like that ain't normal in Sweden.

[Edited on 01.13.2011 12:10 PM PST]

  • 01.13.2011 12:09 PM PDT

"Shut up, you're only beating me by 8 kills"
"Shut up, you're like 42 years old"

Boo!

[Edited on 01.13.2011 2:25 PM PST]

  • 01.13.2011 2:24 PM PDT

"Shut up, you're only beating me by 8 kills"
"Shut up, you're like 42 years old"

I don't own that game...
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Posted by: Kmankch
Okay, I had this dream a few nights ago.

I was visiting some old west tourist attraction thing but there was no one there. Also, I might note, that the people I was visiting with I had never seen before. We go down this ramp to see an old room, with one wall replaced with glass, like an aquarium. It was dark in the room.

All of a sudden, a translucent figure in a top hat and a trench coat pops up in the dark room. He pulls off his hat, a bunch of cards fly out, and into his hand. He disappears.

The odd apparition continues to loop over and over. There's a saloon type place across the way. We go there. I take a seat and realize I can see my breath. Then, a vision pops into my head.

It's the dark old west style room, except lit up. The odd, repeating apparition is still there. A bunch of delinquent teenagers stand behind it, mocking it and laughing. It continues repeating. The teens shadows are cast upon the back wall. The rightmost joker teen's shadow takes a turn for the worse. A man, dressed like its the colonial era walks up behind him. This "man" is but a shadow on the wall, but not cast by anything.

The man shadow reaches for the teens throat. He starts strangling the teens shadow, but the teen himself remains the same. The shadow is shaking the poor teen shadow violently...

That's when I woke up.

I wasn't scared. I wasn't afraid to move.

I was disturbed.

I couldn't stop think about the trench coat apparition. It seemed so vivid.

I was freaked out as hell so I got my ipad and went on YouTube for a few minutes. I fell asleep eventually.



True story, I kid you not.


Quit playing Fallout: New Vegas :D

  • 01.13.2011 2:26 PM PDT

Their legs are too long to bite actually and since their legs are so spindly and long they can't bend them properly and bite

  • 01.13.2011 8:07 PM PDT

I sometimes hear foot steps and breathing next to my head

[Edited on 01.14.2011 3:41 AM PST]

  • 01.14.2011 3:39 AM PDT

this really isnt that creepy but scary cause i was driving and i turned into a two way street on my side of the road when some car came flying down on my side and slammed the braked inches before hitting me, honestly i was scared cause my parents would've killed me







Check this out for Magic!

  • 01.14.2011 8:29 PM PDT

GT: Blue Beta
"Humans were built for war"-Solid Snake


a cyber punk thriller: "Hell" I heard pretty good things about hell. It was in the bible and -blam!-, so it must be pretty good. -blam!- crazy. Its like "Shadow Run" without the run. Cept Its just like: "Get -blam!-" Cause your in hell. I mean, its not that much fun down there. A lot of pineapples... Sucks ass actually
http://www.bungie.net/Forums/posts.aspx?postID=10133348
BTW: I am from Egypt, and a muslim.

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Posted by: Binman59
Playing halo 1 343 guilty spark at 7yrs old

Lol


I know your pain...

The humming got me at age 10

  • 01.14.2011 9:01 PM PDT

Hey, you clicked me! Check my armor, stats, and gameplay if you want. Have a nice day.

We all no its fake but give him a break

  • 01.15.2011 12:06 AM PDT

Hey, you clicked me! Check my armor, stats, and gameplay if you want. Have a nice day.

once i was playing halo (the last mission) with my friend and the flood were killing me and so were the sentinels so i doubled back (i was near the warthog) i tried to go outside, back to where u kill 343 guilty spark, but it didnt exist any more my friend had just died of a disgusting flood, i saw his screen where the outside was supposed to be, and i screamed. it was magnified, so i saw a massive flood. say no more

  • 01.15.2011 12:10 AM PDT

"Shut up, you're only beating me by 8 kills"
"Shut up, you're like 42 years old"

Im scared.

The phone just rang. I let it go to voicemail.

It was all loud static, with some wierd voices i have never heard before.

  • 01.15.2011 11:41 AM PDT