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Subject: B.net Scary Stories!
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Okay guys and girls, this is the scary stories thread. It has the same principles as Laser Wars, but is based on mysterious/scary tales (obviously).

The rules:

-No spamming.
-No flaming.
-Try to stay on topic.

When the story ends, just start a new one.

  • 12.27.2004 2:39 PM PDT
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It was a dark and stormy night. Everyone was inside by their warm fires, the light dancing on their faces. Suddenly, a skrill wail penetrated the slient night. Everyone was startled. They turned their faces to their windows and looked out. Their puzzled faces were greeting by the sight of....

[Edited on 12/27/2004 2:43:39 PM]

  • 12.27.2004 2:42 PM PDT
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Something whistled by my ear, and moments later I could feel the rush of air on my skin. A dull thud and a scream of pain tore through the night.

  • 12.27.2004 2:43 PM PDT
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"Why don't you and John go check that out?" asked Tim's dad. They both went outside the house. They looked around for a bit. "Your dad is a chicken, man. Why dosen't he come with us?" John spoke after a few minutes. "Nothing is here, Let's go in," Tim said. He looked over his shoulder.

"John?"

John was gone.

[Edited on 12/27/2004 2:53:49 PM]

  • 12.27.2004 2:46 PM PDT
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The leaves rustled. It was a nice sound. Tim and John both loved to listen to that together. For a moment, Tim forgot about John. Then as the sound traveled futher away, Tim realized it was whoever or whatever that had taken John. He took off in the direction that he last heard the sound.

  • 12.27.2004 2:50 PM PDT
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Tim chuckled for a second, expecting his friend to jump out at him from somewhere. Silence..... He began to panic, the wind picking up more. The icy fingers of howling wind pulled at him, and in a violent stupor, he tried to dash into the house. But he could not pull his eyes away from the bending shadows that twitched in the wind. Screaming inside for help, he began to walk into the darkness, unable to control his own mind.

  • 12.27.2004 2:51 PM PDT
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He was in the darkness, but there was nothing there. He went back to the house, beliving that John had gone home. He knew he had felt something in that shadow, something cold and heartless. He turned out the lights and got into bed. But he couldn't sleep, and stayed awake for another hour. The clock chimed, it was 12:00 P.M. Then suddenly, something grabbed his throat. He struggled to breathe.

[Edited on 12/27/2004 3:01:50 PM]

  • 12.27.2004 2:57 PM PDT
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The tension lessened, and he flung up, screaming out into the blackness. "What the hell is going on" he whispered. Minutes flew by, nothing happened. Assuring himself it was all his imagination, he turned to his side and lay down again. Hi eyes went mily white, and his very soul froze as he stared right into the face of a horrible spectre, its hollow eyes piercing into him.

  • 12.27.2004 3:02 PM PDT
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But he couldn't. The hand sqeezed tighter and tigher. It smelled or sewage and mildew. Tim stuggled and tried roll away. A sharp pain hit his side and he awoke on the floor, the blakets curled tight around him. Oh, how he hoped it had all been a dream. He quickly untangled himself and ran forth from his room. He thre open John's door and looked in his bed. Empty. So John was still gone. Now Tim's mind moved from that problem to another. What was that smell he smelt coming from?

  • 12.27.2004 3:02 PM PDT

Hail the SI. Keep It Clean

To many scary stories going around in head.... Give me a sec I'll think of one in a few days....

  • 12.27.2004 3:06 PM PDT
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The windows opened and closed, as did the doors, and the stifling air grew more putrid by the minute. As if his mind was apart from him, he could almost see the apparition pulling him closer, sucking him towards his hellish lair in the darkness. Again his body thought for him, and he began to descend the flight of steps that led to the basement.

  • 12.27.2004 3:10 PM PDT
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..said Commander Lock. The next day, Commander Lock came out with such a story, those who read it had their minds corrupted. They screamed and screamed and never stopped. Bungie was ruined. All of it's members were crazy or in comas. The story grew in popularity. Soon the entire internet had read it. They were all in comas or crazy. Now the crazys started telling people, which made them crazy. Soon the entire world had heard the tale. Now one was sane every again.

And that's how Commander Lock succesfully destroyed the world.

  • 12.27.2004 3:11 PM PDT
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Posted by: Douglas Brown
But he couldn't. The hand sqeezed tighter and tigher. It smelled or sewage and mildew. Tim stuggled and tried roll away. A sharp pain hit his side and he awoke on the floor, the blakets curled tight around him. Oh, how he hoped it had all been a dream. He quickly untangled himself and ran forth from his room. He thre open John's door and looked in his bed. Empty. So John was still gone. Now Tim's mind moved from that problem to another. What was that smell he smelt coming from?



As he looked at John's bed, he ran his hand through his hair, thinking what to do.
He froze.
There was something wet in his hair. he looked at his hand. It was blood. He gazed up at the ceiling. Blood was dripping down from the attic. But he had to go up there. He knew that was where John was.



[Edited on 12/27/2004 3:16:00 PM]

  • 12.27.2004 3:12 PM PDT
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Or at least thought he knew. John was actually being a complete punk. This was all staged. John was really in a cabin, sipping champagne with his girlfriend. Tim really should have expected this. Jhon had done simialr stunts in the past. But John didn't have anything to do with the blood. And the noise. John couldn't have done anything that large and loud.

[Edited on 12/27/2004 3:17:57 PM]

  • 12.27.2004 3:15 PM PDT
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Posted by: Douglas Brown
Or at least thought he knew. John was actually being a complete punk. This was all staged. John was really in acabin, sipping champagne with his grilfriend. But John didn'tn have anything to do with the blood.


1. Try to stay on topic.

2. Are you on crack?

  • 12.27.2004 3:17 PM PDT

Hail the SI. Keep It Clean

Posted by: Douglas Brown
..said Commander Lock. The next day, Commander Lock came out with such a story, those who read it had their minds corrupted. They screamed and screamed and never stopped. Bungie was ruined. All of it's members were crazy or in comas. The story grew in popularity. Soon the entire internet had read it. They were all in comas or crazy. Now the crazys started telling people, which made them crazy. Soon the entire world had heard the tale. Now one was sane every again.

And that's how Commander Lock succesfully destroyed the world.


Okay..... You know most of my scary storys are stupid but if you won't it to be that way then i won't think of one...

  • 12.27.2004 3:18 PM PDT
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Ok, so to make this story work. His mind thought he was descending to the basement, but actually, he was really walking upstairs to the attic.

  • 12.27.2004 3:19 PM PDT
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He walked into the attic. "Wait, what?" he thought. "When did the basement get this furniture- Oh. I'm in the atttic. Weird" Just then his train of thought was interupted. There was a strange lump in the corner. Tim went to investigate.

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Posted by: Kingcream
Ok, so to make this story work. His mind thought he was descending to the basement, but actually, he was really walking upstairs to the attic.


He ficked on the light.
"Oh my god" he whispered.
John was laying on the floor in a mangled mess. He was dead. There was a note on his bloody chest. With a shaking hand, Tim picked it up. It read:

My revenge has not been satisfied. Your loved ones will beg for death before the end.

  • 12.27.2004 3:24 PM PDT
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"Wow. This guy has sloppy handwritng" said Tim aloud. "Wait. This looks like the writing of....."

[Edited on 12/27/2004 3:28:03 PM]

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Posted by: Douglas Brown
"Wow. This guy has sloppy handwritng" said Tim aloud. "Then it could only be....."


Davester88!

Wait...

P.S. If you guys are going to be serious about this, start at where tim found the note.

[Edited on 12/27/2004 3:31:07 PM]

  • 12.27.2004 3:28 PM PDT
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That was it. Davester88. His arch rival from the School of Hard Knocks. He would pay for this. "No one kills my brother and gets away with it." shouted Tim. "No one!"

*Edit* I did this before you put in that part about stating over.

[Edited on 12/27/2004 3:33:30 PM]

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His body began to convulse again, this time blood trickled through the pores in his skin. Tim looked into the mirror, and beheld a changed man. His eyes were dilated and red, the bones moving around within his limbs. Blood was smeared over his distorted face, and one word repeated itself over and over in his brain: posessed.....posessed...posessed.

  • 12.27.2004 3:34 PM PDT
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ignore.

[Edited on 12/27/2004 3:39:59 PM]

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This is intended to be the start of a whole new story... Bear with me, it's quite long.

With a heave, Juan pulled the rusty level backwards into the side of the stone pyramid. He heard faint noises inside, the sound of metal grinding and groaning. Suddenly, the sounds of tension gave way to the rumble of moving earth, as the large stone door slid open beside him.

Cautiously, he ventured inside. Carefully, very cautiously, he pulled out a match, and lit his torch.

It flared up, and Juan was utterly unprepared for what he saw within...

Skulls covered the floor like an unholy carpet, their dead eyes following his every move. The jaws of some where still connected, open, in an muted scream.

As Juan continued on, the sound of bones crunching beneath his feet grew into an uproar, dominating his senses. He felt that the field of skulls would never end; this eternal field of death was all he knew.

After what seemed like hours of silent horror, Juan found himself deep within the heart of the Pyramid. Rising out of the sea of bones like a monument to the dead, A massive staircase greeted him at the end of the hall. He pulled himself out onto the stair. As he sat down, panting in relief, he noticed something resting on the ground beside him. He picked it up, looking it over. Dust fell away, and the shine of metal could be seen.

It was a helmet. Welded on it's front was a carefully crafted metal -blam!-. Suddenly, Juan heard a noise on the stair.

He turned and looked. In the deep gloom, the top of the stairs faded into darkness. He heard the noise again. It sounded like a drum being played in the distance.. a deep rumbling, like distant thunder.

It stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Now, he heard a faint metallic clang. A piece of metal flew down the stairs, casually bouncing every few steps. It came to a stop at Juan's feet.

He picked it up, slowly. It was a wrought iron Cross, embossed with words in German.

"Ich Dein die Reich" He read, trembling. The torch flickered in a sudden wind. "I serve the Empire." he whispered.

A figure appeared in the gloom, walking down the stairs toward Juan. His gait was quite peculiar. The person obviously had a bad limp in his right leg. Juan lifted the torch and gasped.

The person in front of him was clothed in a tattered and torn German Uniform. It was something that Juan had seen only once in his life, back when he was a child. However, this soldier was worse. Much worse.

Juan's eyes traveled up the officer's uniform, up the leather jacket, and locked onto his face.

Only, the officer had no face. Just a skull. The creature.. whatever it was.. raised it's arm. The leather fell away, revealing a blanched white skeleton.

The horrible thing raised up, and slowly, creakily, saluted Juan.

Then it disintegrated. It's bones fell apart, and the skull thudded down the steps. It landed, with a splash of bones, in the carpet of skulls.

Juan stood aghast for a moment, then laughed to himself. Such insane hallucinations he was having!

But his relief was short-lived.

He heard the noise again, but now it was much, much bigger. It drowned out all other noises. Dust fell from the ceiling, bit by bit at first, then in torrents. The sea of skulls splashed against the walls of the chamber, and lapped at the base of the stair.

Figures began to rise from the tides of doom. They waded through the shallows, their metal -blam!-s glistening in the Torchlight. With ragged, bony arms, the creatures pulled themselves from the abyss, and shambled toward Juan.

Juan turned and ran up the stairs...

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