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Never tell people on a Video Game forum, "There is no point in a GF" It's like telling fat people, "The cake is a lie."

Being told the truth is different than seeing the truth

It's not fun living in NJ, it's like spectating the Special Olympics:

You may thinking your helping, but you really just watching retards hurt themselves

I Sharted after reading the 2nd one, YOU MEANIE

*cries* *runs away*

  • 03.16.2008 11:04 AM PDT

Alright everyone, Lets keep this alive. I have made a rough draft of a story that i have written, called The Serial Killer.
Here it is, tell me if you like it and tell me what i can improve in.

The Serial Killer
Rough Draft
Short Story

It is late at night, 11:20AM to be precise. I’m up late studying for an English test tomorrow. I have grammar down. I need to work on punctuation and spelling though. Grammar? Is that how you spell it? Yes, though I won’t need to spell that tomarow. Tommarow? Tomarrow? I hate spelling. Anyway, it’s late. I should start to finish studying now. I closed my English book and went down the hall to the kitchen. I grabbed an apple and bit into it. It was too sour. I set it down on the table, and went back into the dining room to put my books away. I put them into my backpack and put it near the door for tommarow. I still can’t spell that. I walked back down the hall and climbed the stairs next to the kitchen. I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth, and then changed and climbed into bed.
***
I had a dream that I was being chased by a killer, and he grabbed me. “I’ll be there soon!,” he growled. And then, he dropped my and he vanished. I fell, into a black abyss. I fell for what seemed like 10 seconds, then everything went blurry and then it all went black. Then I woke up with a start.
I looked around my room, I looked through the blackness. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, and I saw the Killer, standing there. Right outside my 2nd story window. I tried to scream, but it wouldn’t come out. It was trapped inside my throat, and I felt helpless. I closed for my eyes for a while, I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to believe he was there. But I knew. When I opened my eyes again, he was gone.
I drifted off to sleep then, but when I woke up, I was sure it was a dream. Until I saw the window open. I started sweating, and it had nothing to do with the temperature. I saw my bedroom door open, and I knew what had happened. I dropped out of bed, and walked towards the window. There was a ladder outside. The glass of the window had been broken, and the lock was un-locked. Then, it hit me. A serial killer was in my house, or maybe….he still is. He looked liked the killer from my dream, and I knew it was him.
My family, what had happened to them? I was afraid to leave my room, for fear that he could still be in the house. I waited a minute to build up some courage, then walked down the hall into my brother Josh’s room. He was ok, and I was relieved. I crept to his bed, and woke him up. “What do you want?” He scowled. “It’s 5 in the morning, let me sleep.” “It’s important,” I began. “A killer is in the house with us.” I looked at his face in the dawn light, he didn’t believe me. “What are you talking about?” he cried. I told him to shut his mouth; the killer could still be in the house after all. I then explained to him what had happened the previous night. “I need to call the police. Give me your cell phone. He was still a bit skeptical, but I could see he was nervous. I called 911, and we silently went downstairs to my parent’s room. He was armed with a base-ball bat, I had my pocket knife. We found that our parents were fine, and we told them what happened too. I helped my dad push his King-sized bed against the door, and we waited for the police to come.
When the police arrived, we un-barricaded the door and I told them about what had happened. The police searched every room of the house, and found him hiding under my bed, with a knife.

  • 03.16.2008 11:12 AM PDT

Posted by: xoot7aa7
The most amazing tennis match ever.


Posted by: YoungFastSnip3r
That's like being the deadest person in the cemetery.

2 and the baby one were the creppyest.

[Edited on 03.16.2008 11:22 AM PDT]

  • 03.16.2008 11:18 AM PDT

I kill you dead.

The tale of the weird white monster thingy when i was 7
true story**

One night when i was a kid i had a dream that this big white monster was chasing me around in a circle. The next day i went to McDoanlds and got a toy. The toy had a white monster chasing a boy around in a circle when you twisted a blue thing. duh duh duh duhh frekay!!

  • 03.16.2008 11:19 AM PDT
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No.

I think i'll post my English Coursework up here :D

it is very long and got a 19/20 thats an A* whoop!

The End…

John decided it was worth the risk and entered the old derelict house; maybe there was a phone inside he could use to phone for help. He opened the old rotting and splintering door and then suddenly an overpowering stench of rancid meat filled John’s airways, he gagged for a second before blocking out the thought of the stench. He then entered the house.

John found himself in a small corridor that stretched all of the way to the back of the house. There were four doors on either side of the corridor, a trap door above John’s head and at the end of the corridor was an eerily dark set of stairs. The house was miraculously clean for something that appeared derelict from the outside; the only trace of dirt was a thin layer of dust that covered the whole corridor. John decided to look in the door closest to his right.

John reached for the door handle, as he touched it a shiver ran down his spine. As he turned the handle he felt his hand began to warm, and then boil. John pulled his hand away and clenched it, his hand was ice cold. The door then started to swing open of its own accord, a small cloud of dust blew into John’s eyes and as he looked up what he saw made his blood run cold…

John saw a man standing in the room. There were no furnishings in the room; there were water stains all over the ceiling and walls, a single light bulb hanging loosely from the ceiling. The man was tall, had jet black hair; lime green eyes and had a very dark expression on his face. John sighed in relief, at first he thought it was his father in the room but this man was far too young, and besides his father was in the hospital another fifteen miles down the road. John then noticed that in one of the corners of the room was a small boy huddled up in a ball; he looked just like a younger version of the man but with brown hair. John was about to start explaining to the man why he was intruding, when the man shifted his gaze from one of the walls to the boy and approached him. The man stood in front of the child for a moment and without warning raised a fist and drove it directly into the small boy’s ribs. John was horrified; he had some experience with this kind of thing. As the man raised his fist again John charged at him head first, but before he cleared the doorframe, the door swung shut hitting John on the head: he slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

When John awoke the first thing he thought was to help the boy he had just seen. John staggered to his feet and ripped the door open. There was no longer a room there but in its place was a large brick wall. John didn’t understand; it didn’t make sense that a solid brick wall was put up in… John realised. How long had he been unconscious? He looked at his watch, it was three fifteen, and John had been out for three hours.

John resolved to continue looking for a phone, so he reached for the next door handle. Another shiver ran down his spine and the door swung open.

John saw a great field and a large building further back. The grass was emerald green and the sweet smell of spring hit John like a thousand tiny pinpricks. The building was large, it had many doors and a small tower, there were many children running around and playing, it was a school. John realised that he was looking out onto a school field; John saw the same boy that was being hit running around on the field, only he looked a little taller and had no signs that he had been beaten. John saw a woman in a black suit walking toward the child followed closely by a woman with a small badge on that he couldn’t quite make out. Although John was several metres away he could hear the woman in the suit clearly greet the young boy and tell him that the other woman was Margaret from Social Services. John was about to approach one of the women when the door violently swung shut. John pulled the door open but all that was there was a solid brick wall. John was confused but decided to check the other doors. He needed a phone and besides, he was by now more than a little curious.

John grabbed the door handle of the third door; a shiver ran down his spine. The door swung open.

John saw a large hall, filled with people. He noticed that most of them were university graduates; they were wearing the tell-tale mortar boards. There was a large stage set at the front of the hall, someone walked up on to the stage, John couldn’t hear anything but just as a diploma was being handed to the person he heard “is awarded to John Abbot”. John slammed the door shut. John Abbot was his name, how could there be a hall and a field next to each other in a house? Where did those places seem familiar from? Why did that person have the same name as him? It then hit John; this place was some sort of sick slideshow of the key events in his own life.

John felt faint, his mind was racing, and who would do this? Why would they do this? How did they do this? He decided to get out of there but as he turned to leave the house he noticed that the front door he had come in from was gone. John realised that whoever was doing this wanted John to see through all of the doors.

John opened another door, the now familiar shiver ran down his spine, he saw a bar, there were lots of people, and there was Julie. John closed the door. He hadn’t seen her since the accident and he didn’t need to have her shoved in his face now.

John opened the next door and saw a room full of people, all dressed in fancy clothes. He saw a dance floor and in the middle he saw himself, he saw Julie and he saw Charlie. John slammed the door shut, tears in his eyes he punched the door, the wooden door splintered and dug into his fist, John blocked out the thought of the pain. John decided that he should open the next door, but he already knew what was coming.

In his fury, John ripped open the next door so that it hung off of one hinge. He found himself looking into a car, there was Julie, he saw his best friend at the time Charlie and he saw himself. Charlie was driving the car and John was shouting at Charlie, telling him that he was drunk and that he had to stop the car. The car started to swerve more and more violently and then finally rammed through the railing of a bridge. As the car careened off of the side of the bridge and soared over a lake, time seemed to slow. John saw Charlie smash through the windscreen and Julie scream as the car smashed into the water and began to sink. Time sped back up and he saw the car fill up with water as he saw himself pull Julie’s unconscious body out of the now fully submerged car. John tried to close the door but he had broken the hinge, he was forced to watch his wife die all over again. John saw himself pull Julie out of the car and swim to the bank, and then he saw himself collapse. John then noticed that on the other side of the lake, in the distance was a small door hanging in mid air and in the doorframe was Julie, standing and looking at him. John fell to the floor in tears and when he looked up; he saw only a brick wall.

John stood up and wiped the tears from his eyes, he opened the next door and saw a graveyard, there was a tombstone with the words ‘here lies Charlie King’ John saw him self approach the tombstone, spit on it and walk away. John closed that door quickly and coldly.

John opened the last door with great hesitation; he was shaken up by seeing the highlights of his life in an hour. He saw himself driving a car on a mobile phone. He remembered from earlier that day, this was the call he had received from the hospital saying that his dad was in a coma. John then saw a small truck come out of the blue and collide with his lime green Mini Cooper. John saw himself careen through the window screen and hit the front of the truck that must have been going at near forty miles per hour. The thing that confused John was that he couldn’t see this house anywhere and that he had survived that crash. John closed the door.

John looked to see if the door out of the house had appeared back but there was still only a blank wall. As John wheeled around to take his last option of ascending the staircase he saw a hooded figure descend it. It wasn’t a skull or the devil, and it wasn’t hideous or terrifying… It was a familiar face. John collapsed in a heap on the floor, crying he looked up and screamed, ‘You’re not real!’

‘Yes I am John…’ said Julie calmly. ‘Please John. Stay with me. You have to. Forever.’

Julie ran a finger down the side of John’s face, John shivered; it was cold to the touch John began to panic, he knew that he couldn’t stay with Julie here, not yet, it wasn’t his time, he knew that much. ‘No!’ said John defiantly ‘I’m not ready to die’.

‘I am sorry John, I truly am, but it’s not something that can be un-done, the end is the end. All you can do is stay here, with me.’ Julie replied

‘I can’t stay, there has to be a way to go back, I’m not ready to die’ John whimpered.

‘The only way for someone to go back, is for a parting of ways, two souls are split permanently, and they can never meet again… John, do you really want that, you will never be able to see me again!’ Julie began to scream.

‘I’m sorry,’ John said, more collected now. ‘But I have to go…’

‘Ok’ Said Julie, calmly, tears running down her pale, cold face.

‘Well, how does this work?’ said John.

‘Goodbye John.’ Said Julie, her dry and pale face glistening with tears.

‘Good…’ John started.

‘Clear!’ Julie Screamed.

  • 03.16.2008 11:22 AM PDT
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John awoke, lying in the middle of the road, in a pool of blood, he was surrounded by paramedics and one was crouched over him holding a defibrillator.
As John was being loaded into the ambulance, he looked out of the window, wondering whether or not any of that was real. Then he saw an old house at the side of the road; in one of the broken faded windows he saw a pale woman’s face, which looked familiar. As the ambulance pulled away from the house, John saw the woman’s face vanish into the darkness, forever.

  • 03.16.2008 11:23 AM PDT

Jubking:
That was strange...but very good. how did you come up with the idea for the story? it was very well written, though i think that john should've collapsed less. 19/20!
what did you think of my story?

[Edited on 03.16.2008 11:34 AM PDT]

  • 03.16.2008 11:32 AM PDT

Thanks, GOWSam.
everyone, feel free to post your stories here too

  • 03.16.2008 11:33 AM PDT

Also, check out my other thread: Best 360 Games
I need some good 360 games and im not sure which ones to get

  • 03.16.2008 11:44 AM PDT

Lets keep this alive!
Share the horror! :D

  • 03.16.2008 11:57 AM PDT

Posted by: xX Bodie J Xx
Sweet!
I especially liked the last one.

I didn't i thought that it was gross

  • 03.16.2008 12:10 PM PDT

Posted by: xoot7aa7
The most amazing tennis match ever.


Posted by: YoungFastSnip3r
That's like being the deadest person in the cemetery.

The Cemetery Mimic
There's a defiled cemetery in the outskirts of Ciudad Juarez, Mexico, the city I was born in. People who can't afford to pay funerary services often bury their loved ones here. In Mexico, there's no such thing as medical aid for low income workers. People that come from out of town are not used to the ever changing weather and as consequence, many children die in the winter and end up buried in the old, defiled cemetery.



When I was about ten years old, four older friends and I decided to check it out. We walked for hours and when we finally arrived, it was almost dark. We started walking around and nothing seemed out of place. The air was getting very heavy and we heard a strange noise from an old, rotted tree. As we got near it, the tree started shaking. We all got really scared and ran. Later on, we found out that it was one of our friends playing a prank on us.



We were laughing when suddenly the old grave keeper showed up. He said "Boys, I know you are all just here to have fun and fool around, but please understand that horrible things happen here! I live in that house over there (about 100 feet from the cemetery), and every night that those high school punks come and drink and make their mess, weird things begin to happen. Last time there were loud voices and someone was knocking on my door at 2:00 am. I thought it was those punks, but no one was there. I am very tired and I really would like to sleep tonight, so if you have no business here, please leave." We felt bad for the poor old guy and left.



We never returned to that place until I was seventeen. I was with my high school punk friends in a truck, and we were looking for the old cemetery. After ten years, the place had really changed and we were having trouble finding the cemetery. The trail was wet and muddy and there were so many of us that the truck got stuck in the mud. When we got out of the truck, we soon found out that we were inside the cemetery.



My friend left the truck in neutral so we could push it, when suddenly the truck began moving by itself. After we saw that, we were so scared that we just got in the truck and drove off. When we finally decided to stop, we noticed that the truck was marked with tiny foot and hand prints all over. Then the grave keeper showed up and said "I remember you, you don't understand what is going on, do you?" The spirits will chase you for a long time."



I really didn't pay much attention to what he said until I later learned that there hadn't been any grave keeper there for years. I got really freaked out when my friends started telling me that I looked different. The said they would run into me and I would have a disturbing, "evil" look in my eyes. The weird part is that I was never even at the place and time they would tell me they saw me.



One of my friends said he chased me all the way into a dead-end alley, and that I would just disappear without a trace. Even my girlfriend said she would sometimes see me near her house, dressed in black, with a disturbing glare, when I was actually out somewhere drinking, with someone else.



My sister says that sometimes she hears me when I get home, and watches me open the door and go into the living room with the light turned off. She would see me lay down on the sofa from across the hall, and suddenly I would begin ripping my clothes off like some wild animal. When she turns the light on, there's no one there. Hours later, I would arrive home, leave my keys on the table and go to my room. All of this happens as if someone, or something was imitating me -- like a mimic.

  • 03.16.2008 12:12 PM PDT

All bark and no bite...
BARKINGSPIDER73
The Few, The True, The crew

ok was the clown statue one supposed to be funny because they were in the wrong house? or did I just not get it?

  • 03.16.2008 12:17 PM PDT

YoungFastSnip3r:
Nice story

  • 03.16.2008 12:20 PM PDT

BarkingSpider:
It was supposed to be a little scary because the "clown statue" was a clown, and he was just standing still. it was a robber or murderer or something, and thats why the parents told them to get out of the house

  • 03.16.2008 12:21 PM PDT

Posted by: xoot7aa7
The most amazing tennis match ever.


Posted by: YoungFastSnip3r
That's like being the deadest person in the cemetery.

The title would give the story away.


One morning, a man and his two sons went fishing in the woods that stretched for miles beyond their own backyard. His wife watched from the kitchen window as they disappeared into the trees. Later that day, the wife began to become worried, for her family was not back and she hadn't heard word from them since they left, and dinner had been ready hours ago.



After another hour of waiting, she decided to go out and look for them. By now it was already almost completely dark. She ran through the woods calling out their names. She got no replies. It was some time before she came to a stream. There, lying in the banks of the stream were the bodies of her husband and oldest son, with a knife sticking in each of their chests. It was obvious that they had been murdered. But where was her younger son, a boy of only eleven?



After a long time of silent vigil, prayer, and mourning, she decided to head back home, for now she realized, the person who killed her two family members was still out there in the woods. Frightened out of her wits, she ran frantically through the woods until she reached her house. She went to her next door neighbor's house and told her what had happened, but swore her to secrecy, because she didn't want anyone else finding out about this tragic event. To avoid the press, the next day, her neighbor helped her smuggle the bodies out of the stream and buried them both in the woods, right by the stream.



The woman was still in search of her younger son, however. She had searched the woods the entire morning and found no trace of him. Her hopes were that he had found shelter and would return home when he knew it was safe. She had been digging her husband and son's graves all day and was getting tired from the work. When she was finished digging, her neighbor offered to go back to the house and retrieve two blankets to wrap the bodies in. The widow told her to get the one off of her bed. Her neighbor went inside.



Nearly three quarters of an hour passed by and the neighbor had still not returned. The woman decided to go back to see that she was okay. She went up the stairs and was horrified at the sight in her bedroom. She screamed, for there on her bed, near the open window, was the severed head of her youngest son, and a knife. Her neighbor was nowhere in sight.

  • 03.16.2008 12:21 PM PDT
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Posted by: EvilTurkey1021
"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.


I might not ever marry now.

  • 03.16.2008 12:22 PM PDT

All bark and no bite...
BARKINGSPIDER73
The Few, The True, The crew

thats creepy...

  • 03.16.2008 12:22 PM PDT

Posted by: YoungFastSnip3r
The title would give the story away.


One morning, a man and his two sons went fishing in the woods that stretched for miles beyond their own backyard. His wife watched from the kitchen window as they disappeared into the trees. Later that day, the wife began to become worried, for her family was not back and she hadn't heard word from them since they left, and dinner had been ready hours ago.



After another hour of waiting, she decided to go out and look for them. By now it was already almost completely dark. She ran through the woods calling out their names. She got no replies. It was some time before she came to a stream. There, lying in the banks of the stream were the bodies of her husband and oldest son, with a knife sticking in each of their chests. It was obvious that they had been murdered. But where was her younger son, a boy of only eleven?



After a long time of silent vigil, prayer, and mourning, she decided to head back home, for now she realized, the person who killed her two family members was still out there in the woods. Frightened out of her wits, she ran frantically through the woods until she reached her house. She went to her next door neighbor's house and told her what had happened, but swore her to secrecy, because she didn't want anyone else finding out about this tragic event. To avoid the press, the next day, her neighbor helped her smuggle the bodies out of the stream and buried them both in the woods, right by the stream.



The woman was still in search of her younger son, however. She had searched the woods the entire morning and found no trace of him. Her hopes were that he had found shelter and would return home when he knew it was safe. She had been digging her husband and son's graves all day and was getting tired from the work. When she was finished digging, her neighbor offered to go back to the house and retrieve two blankets to wrap the bodies in. The widow told her to get the one off of her bed. Her neighbor went inside.



Nearly three quarters of an hour passed by and the neighbor had still not returned. The woman decided to go back to see that she was okay. She went up the stairs and was horrified at the sight in her bedroom. She screamed, for there on her bed, near the open window, was the severed head of her youngest son, and a knife. Her neighbor was nowhere in sight.

O, i get it!
good story

  • 03.16.2008 12:27 PM PDT

Very creep thread. O.O

  • 03.16.2008 12:34 PM PDT

Posted by: Nuklearrabbit
Very creep thread. O.O

Yes!
Haha!

And for anyone else that likes this thread, join my group! its just like this

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Wow, the Red eyes one was goooooooood. But, you kind of ruin them by putting "Duh duh duuuuuuh" and "OMG" at the end. Sorry! ;)

  • 03.16.2008 12:41 PM PDT