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Tacos.

Once opon a time, lefty legspinner had a disturbingly weird name.



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  • 12.06.2008 6:17 AM PDT

Michael Jackson,

  • 12.06.2008 7:05 AM PDT
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Posted by: Recon Number 54
The last man on Earth sat in his room. There was a knock at the door.

The End.


wow that would scare the sh1t! out of me

  • 12.06.2008 7:33 AM PDT

You were pwned. :D
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Posted by: Raptor2005
There is a demon of great evil, that will be able to walk upon the Earth if someone is told of its existence and does not repeat the name to another. To the best of my ability, his name roughly approximates "Jkqxxllyuo".


This was told to me by a rather unkempt man on the street; if you have not noticed it already, I just told it to you.


Well, i seems everyone is doomed because i can not pronounce it.

lol


The next time you make a purchase, hand the clerk a $1 bill and ask her to make change. She will hand you back a number of coins, several of which bear the likenesses of long dead historical figures.

You are depressing me. Let's talk about cake!

  • 12.06.2008 7:42 AM PDT

Posted by: Recon Number 54
The last man on Earth sat in his room. There was a knock at the door.

The End.

EDIT: Oh, in his room? I thought you meant the living room and there was a knock on the front door......


[Edited on 12.06.2008 12:56 PM PST]

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I like games and music

I got one!!!

BOOOO!!!!

  • 12.07.2008 4:06 AM PDT

Posted by: Recon Number 54
The last man on Earth sat in his room. There was a knock at the door.

The End.

It could easily have been a woman. WHAHAHAAWHAAAA!!!!
admit it, you laughed.

  • 12.07.2008 4:11 AM PDT

12.8.08 (not my story, I'm having a writers block and I'm looking up stories online.)
Drip, Drip, Drip

One night a young girl, Lily Foster, is left alone for the night, in her country house, while her parents drove out to town for a party. This was fine with Lily, especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, protecting her throught the night. She made herself something to eat, and sat down at the kitchen table. Turning on the radio to her favorite station, she was surprised to hear a news bulleten declaring that an avenged murderer was on the loose. It advised that people secure all windows and doors as a safety precaution. With her dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors. She went from window to window, and locked each of them one at a time. She reassured herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog, and that her parents would be home shortly, anyway. So, Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around eleven o'clock that it was time for bed. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom, and slid under the big, warm blanket on her bed. Before closing her eyes, reached her hand down under the bed, and allowed her dog to lick it- she did this every night, because it comforted her. A short while later she awoke to the sound of a scratching noise at her bedrooom window. She eyed the window, and reminded herself that the whole house was locked and she was safe. She stuck her hand under her bed and felt her dog's slobbery tongue cross over the palm of her hand. She sighed and went back to sleep. An hour or so later she sat up in bed...She had heard footsteps in the hallway, and crept out of bed to see if it was possibly just her parents returning from their party. Seeing nothing, she returned to bed. As she was about to stick her hand under the bed, she heard a drip, drip, drip, followed by some footsteps. She walked downstairs into the kitchen and secured the the taps. That surely wasn't the source of the drip. She crept upstairs and climbed into bed. "This is silly," she told herself "I'm probably just imagining things." She stuck her hand under the bed, and felt the dog lick her hand. An hour later she awoke again. A little mad at this point, she jumped out of bed. The dripping wasn't coming from the kitchen so it must be from the bathroom. She crept along the side of the hallway, and walked into the bathroom. She groped along the side of the wall with her left hand, looking for the light switch. She flicked the light on and gasped. There, hanging from the shower rod was Scout-skinned-a pool of blood had formed on the bathroom tile with a continuous 'drip, drip, drip' as the blood from the dog hit the ground. Something on the wall caught her eye; written on the wall was a message in blood..."Humans can lick too."


[Edited on 12.08.2008 4:48 PM PST]

  • 12.07.2008 3:53 PM PDT

12.8.08 (Of course, still writers block. this wasn't written by me.)

Reflection
One cold winter night, sixteen year old Kelly Sanders was home alone, as her parents had gone out to a dinner party at a friend's house. It had been snowing all afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a while, she decides to relax a little- after all, she finally had the house to herself. She makes some popcorn, gets a nice warm, fuzzy blanket, and snuggles under it to watch one of her favorite movies. In their lounge room, the television is positioned a few feet in front of the glass sliding door that leads to the patio and backyard. By midnight, Kelly's parents are still not home, and she begins to feel uneasy, but refuses to call them, for risk of sounding like she couldn't take care of herself. Suddenly, her eye catches a glint of light from behind the TV, and right there, just outside the glass door, was a crazy-eyed man, grinning maliciously at her, and holding a long, narrow blade in his left hand. Terrified, the girl panics, pulls the blanket up over her head and grabs the cordless phone by her side. Kelly calls the police, and as luck would have it, there was a patrol car less than a block from her house. In a matter of seconds, two officers are on the scene and Kelly tells them about the armed man staring through the glass. The first officer opens the sliding door and looks around the area. After a few moments, she turns and explains to Kelly that there couldn't have been anyone standing out there, as there would have been footprints in the snow. The second officertells her that she is probably just tired and her imagination was playing tricks on her. He beckoned at the TV where the horror movie she had been watching was still playing. "Stuff like that didn't help matters, either,'' he said smiling. Kelly smiled too, more at her own immaturity than the officer's remark, still a little shaken. As the police are about to leave, the male officer stops and looks behind the sofa that Kelly had been sitting on. His jaw drops and eyes widen in shock. Kelly and the other officer notice his reaction and follow his gaze; they both gasp. There were wet footprints and a discarded knife on the carpet behind the couch. Kelly hadn't seen the man outside he door; she'd seen his reflection when he was standing behind her


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g37

yaaaaaay new stories, i already read all the creepy pastas, so my thirst for scary stories is driving me crazy!

  • 12.07.2008 7:52 PM PDT

Posted by: Recon Number 54
The last man on Earth sat in his room. There was a knock at the door.

The End.


The last man and woman on Earth made out in their room. Suddenly, the woman needed to use the restroom. As the man glanced over at the woman in the restroom he noticed something peculiar... she peed standing up! DUN DUN DUH!!

  • 12.07.2008 8:02 PM PDT

wow statues really creeped me out, that was the best one to me.

  • 12.08.2008 12:55 PM PDT

More stories coming soon.

  • 12.08.2008 4:56 PM PDT

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S3NATOR has brilliantly taken the next philosophical and theoretical step, and advanced mankind once more. For that, I'm forever grateful.

*lollernadoes*

I had a nightmare a few weeks ago. Which is weird because it has been years since I've had one and they are usually stupid and when I wake up they never feel real. But this one was different. This is one of those dream that feels and seems completely real.

I dreamed I was in a dark room with other people and we where ghost hunting. I was walking in front of everyone when we saw something start to move in the middle of the room. It was almost like a fog. It caught everyone by surprise so we all ran out of the room.

But since we were ghost hunting we went back in to try and figure out what it was we saw. This time I was not in front and it was a girl walking towards the middle of the room. She started making fun of the fog we saw and acting like it was fake. As we watched her in the middle of the room the fog started showing itself again. But it was behind her so she couldn't see it. At this point she was laughing but started to turn around towards the fog. She screamed as the fog was right in her face.

But all of the sudden it was me in the middle of the room and not this girl. So I was in the middle of the room staring this fog straight in the face. I could see it start to become what looked like a mans face with shoulders and everything. I couldn't move. Just as the shoulders form it jumps towards me and starts to choke me. Once this happens I realize I am in a dream. But I still feel like I'm being choked.

So now that I realize this is just a dream I start trying to wake myself up. But I can't. I start to panic. I can feel myself moving and trying to wake up but I'm stuck in this room with this fog. I can hear myself making noises but not waking up. I'm actually really starting to get worried now. When all of the sudden my wife shakes me awake. She is completly freaked out. She thought I was being possessed or something because I was making all kinds of noises. The only thing I could bring myself to say was "I'm here". Because I seriously felt like I had been somewhere else. Suffice to say I was so freaked out I couldn't get up to go take a piss.

Anyways, it seemed a lot scarier when it happened.

  • 12.09.2008 7:59 AM PDT

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"Sometimes life gives you lemons, and then you have to say 'f**k the lemons' and bail."

If you're reading this, you need to stop stalking me. If you can't stop stalking me, you might as well go here.

I noticed that a lot of the scary stories that have to do with home invasion revolve around a teenage girl. You really can't do the same kind of story with a teenage guy:

Steve's parents had gone out to dinner for their anniversary, leaving Steve home alone for the night. At about midnight, as Steve started to ascend the stairs to go to bed, there was a loud knock at the door. Thinking it was one his buddies who were just drunk and needed a place to crash for the night, Steve answered the door: there was nobody there. Just as Steve began to close the door, a window towards the back of the house shattered open, followed by the sound of footsteps.

Steve wasted no time, rushing upstairs to his father's closet and grabbing the .44 Magnum hidden there. As Steve carefully rounded the corner out of his parent's room, he saw a shadowy figure waiting for him at the end of the hall. The figure, in what little light was cast on him, could be seen pulling out a knife, and in a creepy voice began to speak.

Steve didn't wait for that stupid son of a -blam!- to say anything and blew a hole through the shadowy figure's head. The dumb -blam!- should have killed Steve when he had the chance.



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  • 12.09.2008 8:17 AM PDT

^lol. Like a true American. A girl would have ran and hid, he grabs the gun and blows the guy's head off.

  • 12.09.2008 8:25 AM PDT

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^lol. Like a true American. A girl would have ran and hid, he grabs the gun and blows the guy's head off.
I think it's more of a gender issue than nationality.

  • 12.09.2008 8:31 AM PDT

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Uh, this one time, I went to make a sandwich and there was no bread left... :O scared face

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HIGH BEAMS
The girl driving the old blue sedan was a senior at the high school. She lived on a farm about eight miles away and used the car to drive back and forth. She had driven into town that night to see a basketball game. Now she was on her way home. As she pulled away from the school, she noticed a red pic-up truck follow her out of the parking lot. A few minutes later the truck was still behind her. "I guess we're going in the same direction," she thought. She began to watch the truck in her mirror. When she changed her speed, the driver of the truck changed his speed. When she passed a car, so did he. Then he turned on his high beams, flooding her car with light. He left them on for almost a minute. "He probably wants to pass me," she thought. But she was becoming uneasy. Usually she drove home over the back road. Not too many people went that way. But when she turned onto that road, so did the truck. "I've got to get away from him," she thought, and began to drive faster. Then he turned his high beams on again. After a minute, he turned them off. Then he turned them on again and off again. She drove even faster, but the truck driver stayed right behind her. Then he turned his high beams on again. Once more her car was ablaze with light. "What is he doing?" she wondered. "What does he want?" Then he turned them off again. But a minute later he had them on again, And left them on. At last she pulled into her driveway, and the truck pulled in right behind her. She jumped from the car and to the house. "Call the police!" she screamed at her father. Out in the driveway she could see the driver of the truck. He had a gun in his hand. When the police arrived, they started to arrest him, but he pointed to the girls' car. "You don't want me," he said. "You want him." Crouched behind the driver's seat, there was a man with a knife. As the driver of the truck explained it, the man slipped into the girl's car just before she left the school. He saw it happen, but there was no way he could stop it. He thought about getting the police, but he was afraid to leave her. So he followed her car. Each time the man in the back seat reached up to over power her, the driver of the truck turned on his high beams, Then the man dropped down, afraid that someone might see him.

  • 12.10.2008 11:12 AM PDT

"We forget that what matters begins with the imagination."
- Terry Brooks

I would like to consider myself a Floodian. WRLAAWRSHGLK!

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HIGH BEAMS
The girl driving the old blue sedan was a senior at the high school. She lived on a farm about eight miles away and used the car to drive back and forth. She had driven into town that night to see a basketball game. Now she was on her way home. As she pulled away from the school, she noticed a red pic-up truck follow her out of the parking lot. A few minutes later the truck was still behind her. "I guess we're going in the same direction," she thought. She began to watch the truck in her mirror. When she changed her speed, the driver of the truck changed his speed. When she passed a car, so did he. Then he turned on his high beams, flooding her car with light. He left them on for almost a minute. "He probably wants to pass me," she thought. But she was becoming uneasy. Usually she drove home over the back road. Not too many people went that way. But when she turned onto that road, so did the truck. "I've got to get away from him," she thought, and began to drive faster. Then he turned his high beams on again. After a minute, he turned them off. Then he turned them on again and off again. She drove even faster, but the truck driver stayed right behind her. Then he turned his high beams on again. Once more her car was ablaze with light. "What is he doing?" she wondered. "What does he want?" Then he turned them off again. But a minute later he had them on again, And left them on. At last she pulled into her driveway, and the truck pulled in right behind her. She jumped from the car and to the house. "Call the police!" she screamed at her father. Out in the driveway she could see the driver of the truck. He had a gun in his hand. When the police arrived, they started to arrest him, but he pointed to the girls' car. "You don't want me," he said. "You want him." Crouched behind the driver's seat, there was a man with a knife. As the driver of the truck explained it, the man slipped into the girl's car just before she left the school. He saw it happen, but there was no way he could stop it. He thought about getting the police, but he was afraid to leave her. So he followed her car. Each time the man in the back seat reached up to over power her, the driver of the truck turned on his high beams, Then the man dropped down, afraid that someone might see him.

I remember hearing that one before. I think it was in a book of scary stories or something.

  • 12.10.2008 11:20 AM PDT