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Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Boo! Did I scared u?

Keep this alive ppl!
These are great but I always find myself reading them at night alone... :S

  • 10.13.2008 1:32 PM PDT

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The second one made me jump

  • 10.14.2008 8:58 PM PDT

At the end of an obvious statement you must put an obvious statement mark. It looks like this:

"The sky is blueisuck"
And
"This is a sentenceisuck"

Narwhal.

I only liked the watcher and statues. The others weren't scary.

  • 10.14.2008 9:07 PM PDT
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I really didn't feel any kind of emotional response, but they were all good. ^-^

I wrote a story after reading them in 3rd period today at school.

My friend says on a scale from 1 to 10 he rates it gorey. =D

Anyway, tell me what you think about it...

Creeping through the marshes upon the moonlit lillipaded water, not so much as a tremor vibrates upon the smooth surface. Slowly crossing the waters to a small marsh cabin, black fog rolls in on the immediate vicinity. From the cabin a blue moon flickers in the light of the silver, and from within a pale sun struggles to stay alive.

Black fog rolls over and through the cabin as such only a ghost could do, smothering the life from the light with such a violent silence that bone could break. As fast as it came in, the fog rolled through, and just as fast five men stumbled out of the cabin, their faces half melted, their hands burned to the bone, their flesh torn from their torsos. As they screamed in agony, the creeping form blew over to face them.

Too shocked to remember their pain, the numbing sensation of sporatic, erotic, numbing fear grasped them by the throats, a golden hand came forth from robes blacker even than death and a voice came forth as glimmering blue-black eyes appearedin the shadows of a face, "Dark deeds done shall be rewarded with a grim fate..." and with a sweep of his hand, all five bodies erupted in a shower of blood to be found as dry as a desert and picked apart by the creatures of the marsh.


If you liked it, let me know, I'm working on another piece right now, it's a bit larger in length, and not quite done, but it should be really good!

  • 10.14.2008 9:47 PM PDT

when burners around you better get outta town

omg the hotel once i figured it out..scary!

  • 10.14.2008 10:08 PM PDT

"Jesus. I would hate for my first encounter with a v@gina to be the girl just pointing and saying "Guess." That's not even close to fair."

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I really hope this never happens to me, although i suppose it would be somewhat interesting.
You REALLY do not want to have it happen to you! Trust me, it is the most SCARIEST, FREAKIEST, thing ever!


that happened to me once, but i was able to move(from what i read, not possible) and it wasnt an old lady i saw, but that little girl from The Ring or F.E.A.R. the second I saw her, I was so freaked, I did the only thing I could think of....... Punch her. I swung, and (of course) it went right through her...... I couldn't go back to sleep, and didn't go to school the next day.

  • 10.15.2008 8:17 AM PDT

"Jesus. I would hate for my first encounter with a v@gina to be the girl just pointing and saying "Guess." That's not even close to fair."

I think ill actually try to make my own.....

Gaze

You stand in the doorway of your house, keys in hand, turning the lock.
as you enter the house, you notice the sudden drop of tempature from that of the outside.
As the goosebumbs race up your back, you place the keys on the table on your way to the bathroom. You turn the knob and enter the small, tiled, and immaculate room, your wandering gaze falling upon the mirror above the sink. The face looking back is an ordinary one, but somthing is, simply put, off. You cannot explain the feeling that there is somthing wrong with your reflection, and as you ponder this, your face begins to tingle. At first, you think that the sensation is a symptom of the cold, but as you reach up you feel no small bumps that accompany the all to familliar feeling.You gaze into the mirror once more, only to become paralyzed in horror by the face that returns your stare. The eyes glow a horrible blood red, and the face begins to rot and fall off in peices. As your face begins to burn, rather than just tingle, you scream, immobile, and transfixed by the face of the laughing demon before you.

You awake. Drenched in a cold sweat, you are relieved by the sudden end of the nightmare.
for several minutes you sit and ponder the horrifying terror from the mirror, and the strange, painful feeling of your own countenance at the time.
You shake it off, turning to sit on the edge of your bed. You contemplate for a while longer and stand, moving out of your room and down the hallway. As you reach the door at the end, you shiver, reminding yourself to turn on the heater tommorow night. As you step into the bathroom the cold hits you with a suprising blast, racing not past, but through you into the hall. The abashed look on your face is returned with a pure equality from the mirror across the room, and your gaze locked with an uncertain expectancy. After a moment, you tilt your head foreward, placing it in your hand and wiping the cold saltwater from your brow.
You stand lik that, in the doorway for a short amount of time, feeling relief for the first time in the night. You run your hand across your face, trying to clear your senses, and that old, familiar feeling returns, enveloping your face. As the horror grips you, you slowly return your gaze to the mirror.....



[Edited on 10.15.2008 10:24 AM PDT]

  • 10.15.2008 8:23 AM PDT

Suddenly The RROD!

Scary huh?

  • 10.17.2008 4:49 PM PDT

Posted by: Boomer Likes GoW
"The Watcher" was wrote my Dean Koontz. The greatest thriller writer ever.


Koontz is my favorite writer...

  • 10.19.2008 10:57 AM PDT
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I got the best horror story ever:

The Pelican dropship lands in the middle of the swamp. You can barely see 20 meters in front of you, but you have to find him. You start running.
Within moments, you find another dropship. It's on it's side, and the last moments of radio chatter playback, undistiguishable through the static. You run on.
Within another few moments, you see another dropship, this one nose down into the ground. It's a Bandit. You continue running.
Suddenly, you see motion over. You run to the top of a hill and see the entrance to a complex ahead. Grunts and Jackals are running out of it and being torn to shread by Assault Rifle fire from within. You sprint to the complex, all the Covenant dead by the time you get there. There is no sign of movement within. Bodies of two Marines lie on either side of the door.
You see an elevator and head towards it. It goes down for twenty seconds, and you end up facing the back of a Jackal. He's training his pistol farther into the complex. You dispose of him and head deeper in. The next room catches you by surprise.
The room is covered in blue blood, an over-turned Shade lies in the middle. No Covenant are present. You head deeper in.
You go through three more rooms, all with signs of slaughtered Covenant but none with signs of the Marines. Or Keyes. You come upon a door and open it. You're met by a marine sitting on the floor, and M6d pistol in his hand.
"NO!!" the marines shouts as you head towards him. he opens fire and you take cover behind the doorway. "You're not turning me into one of them!" he shouts at you. "Just go away! I'll kill myself first!" You yell at him "I'm not Covenant!", but he just continues his ranting, shooting at the doorway you're hiding behind him. You decided to sprint past him.
The next room is similiar to all the others, but the walkways have collapsed. The body of a dead marine lays on one. You run to the body and grab the dogtag. Oddly, the marine is full of bullet holes. You climb the collapsed walkey and enter to the next room.
The room has a trench in the middle and a glass wall past the trench. The wall appears to be for observing the next room, acessible by a doorway in the trench. You head to the door, but whirl around. You could have sworn you heard something odd. The clanking of boots-the boots of a marine. There's no one there, so you open the door. A marine's body falls on you. You catch it and move into the room, training you weapon into the room but keeping an eye behind you at where you heard the noice.
The room is covered in blood. Human blood. But there are no bodies. Weapons lay discarded everywhere, blood soaks and entire half of this huge room. There are three ways out, all locked. Nothing else is in the room. You see a helmet on the floor and set the body of the marine down to grab it. Withdrawing the camera, you play the footage within.
It shows a Sergeant-Sergeant Johnson you believe his name was-along with a squad in a pelican. The film seems to be a normal marine mission up until they reach the first room you had found strange. It shows Sergeant Johnson standing next to a marine, both looking down at the body of an elite. The elite was dressed in the black armor of a commando and appeared to have been killed by plasma fire! But there was no body when you had gone through the room! You continue watching the film until the marines get to the same room you were in. A marine attempting to break the code to the door commented on how tight the security to this room was. They enter the room and spread out along the first half. Suddenly the Sergeant's comm blares on, Assault Rifle fire audible in the background. A marine shouts over the comm something about "new Covenant" and "too many". The comm dies and as the Sarge shouts at the Marine on the other end. There's no response. Suddenly a marine shouts "Quiet!" The Sarge, caught off guard, shuts up. A noise is heard. It sounds like an swarm of insect. Suddenly a marine off camera shouts. The camera pans over to show the marine on the floor with a thing the size of the marine's head attached to his chest. It is some sort of alien with a huge amount of small limbs and a large needle coming out of it's "face". Another marine attempts to remove the creature as the wounded marines pleas for somene to get it off. Suddenly, the camera pans up to reveil dozens more of the creatures over head. They jump down and soon the video is cut off.
You pick up your assault rifle as a large metallic thud resounds throughout the room. You know what's coming next...

NOTE: You don't have to read the whole thing, it's way more fun to just go play Halo: CE if you don't know this story!!!

[Edited on 10.19.2008 4:32 PM PDT]

  • 10.19.2008 4:30 PM PDT
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The boogyman - by stephen king


ORIGINAL STORY!!!! - melting
Once, a man and woman who loved eachother very much moved to a suburb near chicago in 1981. The mister had a job and his wife was loving and tender. That winter, it snowed more than usual. meterologists were baffled when a rarity in weather occured, a lightning blizzard. he was out shoveling when it happened. There was a loud crack and in the end, he was lying in the snow. he was quickly rushed to the hospital where he was diagnosed with mild hypothermia and nothing. His wife was relieved. She spent every night at the hospital with him for the next week as he slept. it was late at night and she had fallen asleep at his bedside. She woke up with a start. it was just a bad nightmare. she looked up to see her husband standing at the window, watching the snow fall. She walked over to him. "honey, I'm so gla-'...
At that point, he quickly turned around, as if startled. His face was expressionless, a lifeless grey. His eyes were wide open and, somehow different. they were no longer the loving eyes she had come to know. instead, they were glassed over and perfectly still. his blue eyes were now a dull grey, as was his pupil. it was diffucult to tell where the iris ended and the pupil began. she dissmissed these as side effects soon to wear off and once again continued her loving embracing. he seemed not to care. He simply turned to the window and stare again.
He was dissmissed a day later. His wife took him home where he pulled a lazy boy over to the window and began to stare at the fluff accumulating on the ground. day and night he sat in that chair. the wife, in fact, never saw him sleep, but she did not care. He was home and safe and alive...or so she thought.
She came down one morning to find he was not in his normal chair. She began to call his name through the large house which echoed the name into every room, hallway, and crack in the house. all was still in the house. Then, a sudden crash from upstairs. now i am bored with the story. i made you read all of that for nothing lol! the rest is just filler for ppl who read the last sentences first. the husband had turned into a large purple monster. He dragged his wife into the room and proceded to punch, kick, and violate her.

  • 10.19.2008 5:23 PM PDT
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An old timey halo player here since halo 2. I dont have any plans to get off soon. Halo all the way brother.

Ok so this is how it goes aand this actually happend to me. ok so Am home alone playing halo3 evry 3 seconds i swear i hear someone turing a switch back and forth so i just turned up the volume of my tv. that night i took s shower and i was in my room i had sonme binoculars on my dresser so i go to close my window all of the sudden i see a bunch of lights like 20 just floating in the air. Going holy *blam* i drop the towel that was covering my *parts* looking out the window for like a half an hour naked and then it just zoomed away. the creepy thing about is that in the news the next day there was some thing of a guy leaving his hotel he was staying in with out paying and didnt take anyhting waith him...... they was laso sighns of struggle.........

  • 10.19.2008 5:40 PM PDT
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OK, here's my true story

So I lived in a haunted freakin' house in Ohio for about a year (I was about ten at the time). My family was fixing it up cause it was kinda old. Thing is, it had been owned by the same people for generations. Whenever you're in that house, you know someone's watching you. IT WAS FREAKY. So anyway, I do have one story that offers definative proof of it's haunting.
K, so my mom is home alone (me and my siblings are at school, my dad is at work) pulling up the hideous industrial carpet since there is a nice hardwood floor underneath. She finds a penny. It's pretty old, from 1970 or something! She walks over to the trashcan in the other room and throws it away. *CLUNK* Lands in the trashcan and she goes to finish the removal of the carpet. She finds another penny! Same year! So she goes to throw this one away. *CLUNK* lands in the trashcan she goes to finish the removal of the carpet. Another few minutes later, she finds another penny, same year. She goes to the trashcan *CLUNK* she throws it away. She goes back to the removal of the carpet. *WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIR* A penny is rolling towards her...

Needless to say, she hightailed it outta there until me and my siblings were there. So yeah, we were outta that house within a year!

  • 10.19.2008 6:05 PM PDT
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And here's a story I just made up!

In an average home on the east coast in 2005, a teenage girl named Sam was bored. Her parents had gone off for the evening and she had nothing to do. She was just about to go play some Nintendo when the phone rang. She answered it. The voice that came over the phone was a stereotypical Japanese voice, high-pitched and squeaky.
“Wii would like to play,” it insisted, stressing the “Wii” at the beginning of the sentence. Sam was confused.
“Who is this?” she asked, but the line went dead.
Sam was really confused, but also bored. She decided to go play the Nintendo. Right as she was in the middle of a race in Mario Kart, something smashed through the window. Sam shrieked and hid behind a couch, listening intently. She heard nothing. Nervously she glanced over the couch. At first she saw nothing out of the ordinary except for the broken window and shattered glass around it. But then, she saw it!
She cautiously stepped over to it and picked it up. It appeared to be a videogame controller with the Nintendo logo in the center. It was a rectangular box with only three buttons, two on the front and one on the back. There was also a note taped to the back. Same removed it and read it. It said simply, “Wii would like to play”.
Now it was time to call the police. She picked up the phone in the kitchen and dialed 911. An operator picked up the phone.
“911, what’s your emergency?” said the bored voice of a man almost off shift. Sam ranted for a few minutes but then realized no one was answering back.
“Hello, are you there?”
“Wii would like to play,” returned a new voice, a voice squeakier and even higher-pitched than from the call earlier that evening.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, three quick taps. Sam grabbed an umbrella and headed to the door, preparing to club whoever waited on the other side. Counting to three, she swung in the door and threw her club. It hit thin air. There was no one there, but there was something on the sidewalk. Etched into the sidewalk in deep cuts was one thing:
“Wii would like to play”
Then Sam again heard the sound of smashed glass, but this time coming from her parents’ room. She grabbed her club and ran upstairs and reached her parents room in seconds. The door was closed. She kicked it open and saw-nothing. There was nothing on the floor, no message on the wall, nothing. She walked over to the window and looked out. Suddenly a hand covered her mouth. It was yellow with blackened fingernails that cut into her skin. A hissing, high-pitched, squeaky voice whispered in her ear “Wii would like to play”.

Note: This was basically a parody for this commercial

But seriosusly, this is the scariest thing I've ever seen!

[Edited on 10.19.2008 6:34 PM PDT]

  • 10.19.2008 6:20 PM PDT
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Once me and a few friends were playing at the park, we were about 6 years old at the time. This kid called Micheal came over, Doctors said there was something wrong with him.
"Can I play?" he asked. Not wanting to find out for ourselves what would happen if we made him upset we let him play. A Tense hour passed, everyone just going with the flow, except for Micheal who was always more active than anyone else. I remember the last 1 minute before his carer came over to take him away.

"SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!"

He then told us how we would always be best friends. Truth be told we actually started to like him. We did the same tomorrow and the day after for a good Ten Weeks. Until he had died of "Natural Causes" as the Doctors called it.
College came around, Old friends had departed from one another, new ones were made. University came and went. Until I had reached a gap year. Sat alone in my chair I started to think about all the friends that I had known, Micheal came to mind. What exactly was "wrong" with him? he seemed pretty normal to us, and did he really die of "Natural Causes"? or was that just a cover-up? Regardless it didn't matter now, He couldn't tell me what truly happened. I seemed to be talking out loud to myself for some reason. Suddenly a voice out of nowhere.

"SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!"

SideNote: Ten Internets to anyone who knows where this is from.

[Edited on 10.20.2008 4:04 AM PDT]

  • 10.20.2008 4:03 AM PDT

when burners around you better get outta town

Once a brother and sister went out for a walk in the woods when they came to a cliff, the sister looked down and fell but caught a plant and told her brother to grab her, but he said no and ran for help, when they returned they found the sisters body at the bottom of the cliff. The next day a funeral was held for the sister, afterwards the coffin was taken into a large open hall. That night strange things started to happen. the boy first saw a girl standing outside his room, when he ran out the door she walked away and when he reached the hall the girl was gone. so he went back to his bed but later he could see a face coming out of his ceiling but when he called his parents the face suddenly dissapeared. later again he saw the girl outside his room again.

he decided to follow her and this time when he went outside he saw the girl farther down the hall. as he walked along the hallway started to grow cold. then he again saw the face appering out of the corner of his eyes but when he looked that way it dissapered. then the ghost turned a corner and was outside his sisters coffin room. when he went inside a cold burst of air hit him and as he walked inside the door closed behind him. then out of the coffin grow a gray body with yellow eyes and long hair. the ghost rose and yelled "YOU WILL SUFFER FO YOUR CHOICE". the ghost then got out of the coffin and began to walk towards him. he tried yelling at her to stand back but she countined walking then blood rose out of the walls and the air nearly froze him. he began to yell "STAY BACK IM WARNING YO..." but he never finished the sentence. the next day they found his waist up in the house but the lower half of the body at the bottom of the cliff



Love,
Zable Burner

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The 3rd one and the Border ones where kinda freaky, Imgaine a statue of a clown in the corner of the room that isn't normally there, just appeared and Imagine waht would happen to your baby if someone did that to yours... how would you feel?....Freaky...

  • 10.24.2008 2:02 PM PDT
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i relize that this is not one one would consider scary but i gave it a shot
The Destruction


The year is 2025, and for the past two years I’ve been hiding in an old abandoned mining facility. No doubt they’ll find me, the Feds that is. Since 2019 the country has been demolishing everything built before 2016 in a mass effort to renew rapidly depleting resources such as coal and natural gas. Oil was completely depleted in the year 2009 during our country’s second great depression. They also wanted to refit the work place to a healthier, more environmentally friendly environment. Of course this meant spending almost $2 trillion and pulling our minds away from the raging wars across seas. Once we turned our back, to what in the past made our country thrive and prosper, the Muslim extremists took the opportunity that they had been waiting years for and covertly invaded our country. Once that happened everything went to hell. They planned and executed numerous suicide missions on the White House and Congressional buildings. Eventually one got lucky and took out the President. When the Vice President took over, things only got worse. He clearly had no idea what was going on and he lacked the balls to set forth any act that would help to prevent any further bombing. This -blam!- -blam!- set forth the Bukston Amendment, which began an extortionate extraction of all foreign peoples. He believed that by getting rid of all Muslims in the country he would be able to stop the bombings. Anybody with half a brain would have known that all this would do is lower the already ludicrously low support by the public. This is where my story begins, the reason I’ve been held up in this hellhole waiting for the damn Feds to find me.


August 4, 2023
I was sitting in my kitchen table enjoying what I had come to know as a gourmet breakfast, Frootloops and water. The T.V was on and in the background my daughter was watching her favorite Saturday morning cartoons. The hum of their voices was just audible over the sound of my wife next to me singing along to the radio as she read the classifieds in the paper. I myself was reading up on the current events. After the President had been shot and killed in a suicide mission run by Iban Que Ferrad I wanted to be well informed just incase anything happened. But just as usual there was nothing. It was a bright sunny day, a humidity just enough to allow a light sweat to perspire off your head. The trees were fully leafed with some beginning to change color. This was odd, up until the President was shot there was always something big in the paper and the air was stifled with gunfire. Days where you felt secure were rare. But since that day everything’s been fine. No bombs, no gunfire, nothing. Most people think the terrorists are happy with the crippling damage that they’ve dealt to us. But me, I know they’re not. They’re planning something big. Recruiting followers for a massive blow that will destroy the American economy altogether. And this time they’ll leave non-alive.

August 6, 2023
It was 6:30am and the alarm was going off on my radio. I opened my eyes and reached over to hit the snooze button, my energy drained fingers grasping the knob like a drunken man clinging to his bottle of beer. I dragged my legs out of the covers and pulled on my pants. I’d stopped showering at home as to keep on full alert for my family in the morning. I worked at Sony on the factory lines assembling small parts for their new DL2 projector. It was a boring -blam!- job, but it brought in the money and kept me off the terrorist’s hit list. They went after all big businesses and any small business owners. They figured if they could first get control of the economy, then they would have a clear target at the government.

I walked out to my Ral Ne, thrust in the key and let the green rust brown door slide open. The stale smell of cigarette smoke slipped past my nose. Smoking has been illegal for the better part of the past seven years, but that vile odor never seems to go away.

I walked into the factory and sat down at my station, the black haze of the lights caressing the surrounding area. I had been at work only fifty minutes when my boss walked up to me in his normal vulgarity of ways. “Some man dropped this off for you, you know our policy about receiving personal items at work. Don’t let it happen again.”

He handed me a small note folded twice over. I grasped the note, and walked over to the bathroom. I opened the door ignoring the lewd smell that blew over my face. I unfolded the note and began to read it.

Dear Mr. Kuss,
Let me start by congratulating you on your success on moving under our radar for as long as you have. But, nobody can stay under our radar forever. You tried to disappear, but there’s always a trail left behind. I know you too well to think you’ll just scamper over here at the threat of your life. No, you’ve been trained to withstand pain and mental torture. That’s why the past six months I’ve had a few of my men stationed at your house, watching your daily routine. When the opportunity presented itself I had my men move in and seize your wife and daughter. Currently they’re being held in a warehouse at a concealed location. I promise you that no harm will befall your beloved young one as long as you follow my instructions to the precise detail. But should you fail to complete any of the things that I will instruct you to do I will rip the fingers off your wife’s hand! Should you wish to keep your loved ones alive, be at the Mel Mot at 8:30pm tonight.

Your afflict, your anguish, your backer.


I rubbed the note, eyes wide in bewilderment. I didn’t know whether to believe this or not, when my trembling fingers brushed past a bulge in the paper. I lethargically turned over the paper and noticed a small photograph attached to the back. My eyes went wide, the picture showed my wife and daughter bound to chairs and blindfolded. I walked out of the bathroom and tossed the note into the trashcan.


8:20pm
I stood in the parking lot of the Mel Mot. I scanned my surroundings checking for any signs of those bastards that took my family. There was an old street light at the right corner of the lot that was lighting a small section of the lot, leaving the rest in darkness.

A black world traveler van pulled into the parking lot adjacent from where I had entered. The windows were painted over with an orange paint as to keep any body on the outside from seeing in or anybody on the inside from seeing out. It pulled up beside me and rolled down the passenger side window. A man with a black mask loomed out the window. “Mr. Kuss, I’m pleased to see you received my note,” he said with a raspy voice.

He drew his head into the premises of the van. I could hear him rustling through the cargo area. When he reemerged he held something in his hand. He tossed out the bloody tip of a finger, hitting me in the face, the warm blood oozing down my face. “I told you nothing would happen to your daughter, I said nothing about your wife. I promise, she felt no pain, but should you hesitate to do anything that I ask I will chisel down her body until there is nothing left of it except her brittle little bones!”

“Wha… what do you want? I exclaimed. I’ve done nothing to you, my wife, my daughter, we’re all innocent.”

“Ah, but it’s not something you’ve done but something you haven’t. Yes Mr. Kuss you know what I’m talking about. Fifteen years ago you happened to find the so-called “Holy Grail”, the gospel of Jesus of Nazareth. For some odd reasons you decided not to release this book and to only keep it for your self. This book was originally founded by the Knights Templar in their silent period, but they where forced to hide it when the Vatican in accordance with the king of France began to hunt down and kill all of the Knights. In this book Jesus himself testifies that he was just like everyone else. A son of the “creator” and that he was only trying to spread the belief in this creator. I know you’ve done carbon dating on this document. By exposing it you can prove that Christianity, Judaism, Islam, all of them they’re all fake, misunderstood. Images bent and twisted by the Vatican to display an image of faith that most benefits them. If this document were to emerge it would devastate the religious community and inevitably cause the terrorists to withdraw from their movement and push the world into a time of peace! I want you to bring me the grail so I can be the one to set the world free from the terrible burden of religion. I’ve stated my demands, you have exactly thirty two hours from now to bring me the grail before I begin to “operate” on your family."










  • 10.24.2008 2:23 PM PDT
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August 7, 2023 12:01am
I pulled into my driveway and slammed shut the door. I couldn’t yet decide what to do. I loved my family more than myself but to give up the grail would mean that years of searching in order to popularize my name would all be in vein, not to mention the effect on the religious communities. I opened the door to my house and walked into the light less entryway. I flicked on the lights and tore off my shoes. I eased my way up the stairs dragging my toes over each step. I reached the top and stared into my bedroom. The king sized bed ladened with covers, for the first time completely empty. I had a dying urge to flop myself upon the bed and just sleep away my problems but there was no time, I had work to do. I fumbled into our closet pushing aside the shirts hanging from the walls, behind the large stack of clothing in the back of the room sat a small stubby looking safe. I bent down pushing away the clothes in the process. On the front of the safe appeared a keypad that I used to dial in the combination. Afterwards, a tray appeared requiring a skin sample to identify DNA. Finally a voice identification, this was the hardest part about the safe. It would only respond to my voice and if any strand of stress was detected it would go into an emergency lockdown sealing all contents inside. I took a deep breath slowly exhaling to calm my nerves. I spoke into the protruding microphone waiting as the voice recognition software matched my voice to previously recorded data. A small light on the side of the safe flashed and the door swung open. I reached inside and lifted out a black box adorned with jewels and carvings. They said they wanted this, well, lets see just how smart they really are.

August 7, 2023 3:24pm
I held the box in my arm and stood nearly lifeless at our preplanned rendezvous. I walked forward towards a black and brown, half rusted out door. I grasped the handle and thrust open the door. In front of me stood a man with a black suit and about half a dozen men wielding XL7 submachine guns. I walked forward keeping my eyes strained on the man in front of me. When I reached him I placed my other hand around the box and spoke in a strained voice. “I have what you want, but I have to discuss a few requirements I have before you get this. First of all I want full credit for its discovery, also I want reparations for the suffering you put my wife and daughter through.”

“Fair enough your money will be transferred to a secure off shore account, and I will personally assure that your name is placed right next to the grail in the history books. Now hand it over and your life will return to its original normalcy.” Said the man

I slowly handed him the box, and turned around to exit the building again. I held my breath and listened as the man lifted the latch on the box. I smiled, they’d fallen for my trap.

I bent my legs and dove to the side behind a support pillar as the instantaneous boom of the c4 bomb I had place in the replica box sounded. Milliseconds later the blast of the bomb caressed the pillar, narrowly missing my arms as I swung my body around the curves of the pillar. I threw my hand under my coat and grasped my Glock. I ducked out from behind my cover and fired off two shots, impacting themselves into the head of the nearest guard, spraying warm blood across my face. I pulled myself back behind the pillar and jumped out the other side. I counted five living guards. I pulled the trigger and killed off another guard. By my count I had five shots left and four more guards to kill. Two of the guards got off the ground and began to charge me. I opened fire, putting two shots into each of them. I now had one bullet and two guards. I fired off the last bullet and discarded the gun. I walked up to the final guard and punched him in the face. I thrust him against the wall and sunk my teeth into his neck, his warm blood gushing into my mouth. I grasped onto his jugular and ripped it out, his cries of agony echoing through my ears. The once life filled body falling to the ground. I spat out the blood, although parts of his skin still clang to my teeth. I gathered up the rest of my strength and pushed forward through the next set of doors. I entered into a stark white room with the smell of death lingering in it. There was a wall in front of me dividing the room in half. I jogged around to the other side and what waited would have made even the strongest of hearts quiver and droop to their knees. My wife stood ahead of me hanging from the ceiling by two chains. It appeared as if her skin had been sanded off and one of her eyeballs lay below her in a pool of blood while the other was still hanging from its cord next to her mouth. Her teeth had been ripped out of her mouth and her mouth was sewn shut. Each of her fingers had either been torn off or forced backwards onto the back of her hand. The horror that lay before me was worse then what even the best of writers could concoct. I ran over to her limp body and slid her out of the chains. I held her in my hands, laying her scarred head bellow mine and sat there. That bastard had killed her without even giving me the chance to give him the grail. I’d sworn I’d protect her yet purely because of me this had happened.

I had to move on. My wife was dead and no amount of grieving would bring her back, but my daughter still lay ahead and if still possible I had to save her. I stood up and lay her body in a corner to forever sleep. I charged through the next set of doors with a newfound rage. There were two more guards both armed staring through a two-way mirror at my daughter, also chained to the ceiling. Though as to date no harm had befallen her. I lunged at the first guard and dug my fingers into his temple. I could feel his soft brain oozing out of the holes I had made. I tore my fingers out and stared at the final guard. He stood still as if paralyzed by amazement at what had just occurred in front of him. I snatched the gun out his hand and emptied the entire clip of 7.62mm rounds into his face. (There would be no identifying him). Once completed, I smashed out the glass to the mirror and ignoring the pain of the remaining shards of glass penetrating my skin, jumped through. I ran over to my daughter who appeared to have been drugged into a sleep. I eased her off the chains and carried her through the previous rooms to where I had entered. I set her down outside the front entrance. I retrieved a pen and paper from what remained of the clerk’s desk and began to write my daughter a note. I explained to her, in a toned down version, what had happened. I left her instructions of where to go when she woke up and the codes to all of my bank accounts. Finally concealed within the note was the location of the grail. I folded the note, set it atop her chest and bent down to bid her the last farewell she would ever know from her true father.

2025
This brings us to the present. As you have probably guessed I had to get out of there. My fingerprints were all over the place and there were no living witnesses to explain that I had killed all of those men out of defense. From what I’ve heard the police arrived about forty minutes after I’d left. They’d done their normal inspection of things and came to the conclusion that I was the one to blame. My daughter was taken into protective custody but eventually was released to live with her aunt in Kentucky. The terrorists are still at large even to his day. They have still been slowly working at destroying our society; I give them a minimum of two more years to total destruction.

Because these “people” believed they could stop the terrorists by proving their religion wrong, my wife was tortured and killed, my daughter was left parentless, and I’m stuck here in this hellhole bound to either live out the rest of my life here, or wait until they find me.

Many people would have agreed with this group that I encountered. Believed that by taking away the terrorists motivation you would in the end stop their attacks. But they’re wrong. It’s human nature to be destructive. Human kind was given a curse, the curse of lust. Since the dawn of human existence we’ve been destined to not only exterminate ourselves but everything around us. There is no motive behind this, not complications over religious or governmental differences or feuds over land. Simply the human lust for death, destruction, and greed.











  • 10.24.2008 2:23 PM PDT

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"The Watcher" is the best.
"Statues" is dumb
"border crossing" is a plausable situation.
And the rest are sick and stupid

  • 10.27.2008 5:29 PM PDT

John Miedema

Heres my short scary story.


The ring of death.

The End


I hope you were scared.

  • 10.28.2008 11:29 AM PDT

WOOOOOOOOO!
TPG BEAVERS EK GENERAL

Posted by: homcom
I got one for you guys

There were to farmers, bob and joe. They were good men, and not a whole lot got to them, save for one man: their landlord sven. Sven was always extremely unfair to them, and always pestered them about this, or that. So one day Joe and Bob decided to make fun of sven a little. They modified their scarecrow to make it look like sven.

At first it was just a joke, but as time passes they started to take their anger with sven out on the scarecrow. Yelling at it, beating it, the whole nine yards. Sometimes after that, they would even dance with it, making fun of Sven. When one day, while joe and bob were working out in the fields, Joe swore he saw the scarecrow jerk just a little bit.

Bob told him that was nonsence, it was just the wind or something. But later that day Bob thought he saw it jerk as well. They thought they should stop work early and cool off, they must have been seeing things. However, while they were inside, they both heard a strange noise coming from the field. It was a strange sort of yelp.

They both went out and took a long, hard look at the scarecrow of Sven. It seemed normal enough. They decided they would take it inside the house. They looked it up, and they looked it down, but it seemed like a plain ol' scarecrow. But that night both of the men were sure they saw it almost stand up for half a second out of the corners of their visions. They decided to hit the hay early, after all tommorow was the day they had to head in to town to turn in all thier crops. Neither of them slept to well that night.

The next morning they were eager to set off, and left extra early. They were happy to be on the road and away from the scarecrow, some time away would clear their nerves, and they would see on their return that nothing was wrong.

About 1 hour into their trip, Joe realized they had left one of their busshels of corn. They need that corn for trade, otherwise they wouldn't be able to make it through winter. Neither one of the men really wanted to go back to the house, so they drew straws. Bob lost and had to head back to the house. Bob told Joe to keep going, and that he would catch up. What did he have to worry about?

After about another hour, Joe Took out the binoculars to check on Bob's progress. He saw the scarecrow on the roof, dancing with a bloody skin.

what do you think?


omg i remember reading that story alonggggggg time ago, it was in some book or something :D

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I was riding home from school today on my bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced yard were three guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground, bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into the downed man's head again, when the men realized a whole busload of kids was looking atthem. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call, the other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point, the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off.

When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just seen. Then she got scared and said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00 and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.


I think that is the funniest thing I have ever heard... Did you make that up? I laughed As soon as I saw-- "You're moving with your Auntie and Uncle in Bel-Air."

  • 11.02.2008 7:20 AM PDT