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"We can't stop here, this is bat country!"

lolz

The Watcher freaked me out

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Posted by: XxOveruledxX
okay since my story is taking longer than i though...and it's not exactly panning out how i wanted, I thought i'd contribute a bit...i'm making this up as i go along but i sort of have the general idea.


As a kid I was never one for horror movies, so when my friends asked me to come watch the latest slasher flick I told them i didn't feel well and that I was going to bed. It was a decent lie but I knew they could see right through it. Before i hung up the phone i could hear giggling which eventually turned into laughter. Angry at myself i slammed the phone down. I sat down at my desk and stared into space...the next thing i knew i was waking up to the sound of the phone ringing. I turned my head and looked at the clock to see it glowing 12:01am.

"Who would be calling at this time", i thought to myself as i scrambled to pick up the phone.
"feeling better?" a voice came booming over the line.
"mmm, yeah a little i suppose" i replied, still not completley awake.
I heard what sounded like more giggling, then the phone then went dead...
"weird" i thought as i hung up the phone.

I checked the caller-ID, just as i suspected it was my friends house calling. I knew i heard laughing..Maybe they hadn't watched the movie yet and were seeing if i still wanted to come see it. I mustered up the courage grabbed my keys and got in my car. It was eerie being on the road so late...alone, normally i have someone with me. My new found courage was slowly fading...but i managed to ignore the knot in my stomach and before i knew it i arrived at my friends place.

I heard loud voices and sounds coming from inside...i knocked on the door and there was no answer. Figuring no one had heard me i let myself in, my friend had given me the spare and i always had it on me. As i opened the door the sounds loudened. Something seemed familiar about them, i couldn't quite make the voices out.
"Hello??" i called out, "I decided I would come watch the movie with you guys"
I got no answer, but i suspected they still couldn't hear me.
I walked over to my friends room and opened he door. My brain tried to comprehend what i could see but my eyes wanted to close.

There lying on the floor were my friends...the carpet and walls were covered in blood. In my friends hand was his telephone. As i slowly grasped hold of the situation my senses kicked back in, and i lifted my head to the TV to see the movie looping over and over on one scene. A women lay in a hospital bed. A doctor approached her and said in a fairly familiar voice

"Felling better?"


THE END.


meh...turned out alright.i lost my train of thought for a while and couldn't write a sentence without having to read it a bunch of times before it made sense to me.



I dont get it

  • 01.14.2009 7:52 AM PDT
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Woah... Shocked.. I loved this ^^ I love readin' this kinds of stories (With my RL personality, not even my closest friends can understand that i actully ENJOY reading?wtf?) Anyways. I loved the one with the statue, it really made my leggs go.. yeah well, i know im afraid when i get that feeling lol. (Don't know how to explain it.)

Statue and Border Crossing was awesome. Thanks for posting :] <3

  • 01.14.2009 11:57 AM PDT
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Awesome. really. Gj =)

  • 01.14.2009 12:00 PM PDT
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"By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes
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"The Watcher" gave me the chills.

  • 01.14.2009 12:02 PM PDT
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Posted by: jubking
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.

just as i was finishing reading that my phone rang really loud (loud ringtone).
good story, tho.

  • 01.14.2009 12:47 PM PDT
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Posted by: YoungFastSnip3r
The Intruder


My friend's sister frequently babysat. One night, she was watching three kids, whose parents were going to be out until about 2:00am. She fed the kids and then they watched some movies. Around 8:00pm, she put the two-year-old to bed. At 8:30, she put the four-year-old to bed and at 9:00, the eight-year old.



She was still hungry so she went back downstairs to make herself a sandwich. When she was almost done, she heard the eight-year-old crying and calling her name. She went upstairs to see what was wrong. When she got up there, the child said she was cold, so the babysitter looked around for another blanket.



As she was doing that, she noticed that the window was open. She thought she had closed all of them but didn't think anything else of it. She closed the window, gave the little girl another blanket, and checked the other windows in the other two children's rooms to make sure they were secure, and then went back downstairs.



When she went back to the kitchen, she noticed that her sandwich was gone. She just brushed it off and blamed it on the dog. She made herself another sandwich. Again, she heard crying, but this time it was the four-year-old. She went to his room, and he too said he was cold. She noticed the window was open again. She was worried this time because she knew she had locked it. She didn't want to scare the child so she just shut and locked it.



She returned downstairs and turned on the alarm system. When she went back to the kitchen, she discovered that her second sandwich was gone. She was really worried so she decided to call the cops. When she told them that her sandwiches were disappearing, they thought she was crazy. She then told them about the windows opening repeatedly and they said it was probably just the kids doing it. After she hung up, she made herself a third sandwich.



She soon heard the two-year-old crying and went up to see what was wrong. Her window was also open. At this point, she was very frightened, so she gathered all of the kids, the cordless phone, and took them into a pantry closet in the kitchen. She called the police again, saying that she was really scared because someone keeps opening the windows and stealing her sandwiches -- and it's not the kids. They told her not to be worried, that they would be over in a few minutes to check it out.



She hung up the phone and held onto the kids tightly. A few minutes later, she heard a noise in the kitchen, and saw the knob turning on the pantry door. She was about ready to scream when a cop opened the door. She asked why they came so fast. He had a worried look on his face and told them to get out of the house. He then told her that on the phone, he heard a double click.


Took me a second to get it.

i don't get it, someone wanna explain?

  • 01.14.2009 1:00 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.


thats disturbing... but awsome!!!

  • 01.14.2009 1:11 PM PDT
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when you hang up the phone it makes one click... if there were 2 clicks then someone else hung up a different phone... (intruder listening in on another phone in the house...) do u get it now FAO7BX???

[Edited on 01.14.2009 1:18 PM PST]

  • 01.14.2009 1:16 PM PDT
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Posted by: SM WITTE
when you hang up the phone it makes one click... if there were 2 clicks then someone else hung up a different phone... (intruder listening in on another phone in the house...) do u get it now FAO7BX???


o, got it, thanks.

  • 01.14.2009 1:20 PM PDT
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lol, i've heard a similar one :] with a calm guy bein' like GTFO I R SLEEPIN

anyways - STart of teh story reminds me of Room 1408. ^^

  • 01.14.2009 2:47 PM PDT
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Posted by: Erazor Dragon
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.


haha nice...

  • 01.15.2009 4:18 AM PDT
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Posted by: FAO7BX
Posted by: SM WITTE
when you hang up the phone it makes one click... if there were 2 clicks then someone else hung up a different phone... (intruder listening in on another phone in the house...) do u get it now FAO7BX???


o, got it, thanks.


yep...

  • 01.15.2009 4:19 AM PDT
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Posted by: XxOveruledxX
okay since my story is taking longer than i though...and it's not exactly panning out how i wanted, I thought i'd contribute a bit...i'm making this up as i go along but i sort of have the general idea.


As a kid I was never one for horror movies, so when my friends asked me to come watch the latest slasher flick I told them i didn't feel well and that I was going to bed. It was a decent lie but I knew they could see right through it. Before i hung up the phone i could hear giggling which eventually turned into laughter. Angry at myself i slammed the phone down. I sat down at my desk and stared into space...the next thing i knew i was waking up to the sound of the phone ringing. I turned my head and looked at the clock to see it glowing 12:01am.

"Who would be calling at this time", i thought to myself as i scrambled to pick up the phone.
"feeling better?" a voice came booming over the line.
"mmm, yeah a little i suppose" i replied, still not completley awake.
I heard what sounded like more giggling, then the phone then went dead...
"weird" i thought as i hung up the phone.

I checked the caller-ID, just as i suspected it was my friends house calling. I knew i heard laughing..Maybe they hadn't watched the movie yet and were seeing if i still wanted to come see it. I mustered up the courage grabbed my keys and got in my car. It was eerie being on the road so late...alone, normally i have someone with me. My new found courage was slowly fading...but i managed to ignore the knot in my stomach and before i knew it i arrived at my friends place.

I heard loud voices and sounds coming from inside...i knocked on the door and there was no answer. Figuring no one had heard me i let myself in, my friend had given me the spare and i always had it on me. As i opened the door the sounds loudened. Something seemed familiar about them, i couldn't quite make the voices out.
"Hello??" i called out, "I decided I would come watch the movie with you guys"
I got no answer, but i suspected they still couldn't hear me.
I walked over to my friends room and opened he door. My brain tried to comprehend what i could see but my eyes wanted to close.

There lying on the floor were my friends...the carpet and walls were covered in blood. In my friends hand was his telephone. As i slowly grasped hold of the situation my senses kicked back in, and i lifted my head to the TV to see the movie looping over and over on one scene. A women lay in a hospital bed. A doctor approached her and said in a fairly familiar voice

"Felling better?"


THE END.


meh...turned out alright.i lost my train of thought for a while and couldn't write a sentence without having to read it a bunch of times before it made sense to me.



I dont get it


i dont get it either

  • 01.15.2009 4:46 AM PDT
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Just one step into the light...

Three friends were hiking through a woods. Their names were James, Cody and Zach. Cody's family had recently bought the 250 acre woods along with an additional 100 acres of bare land (including their house...). It was the first time Cody and his friends had been in the woods since his parents bought the house. It was getting late, the sun would set in half an hour. The boys stopped and rested next to a hollowed out tree, overlooking a clearing in the woods.
"I think we should start to head back to the house, it's getting late", said Zach, who was expecting his mom to pick him up shortly after sun down.
"Yeah, let's leave, we've been in here all day", said Cody. The three teenagers started to go back from the direction that they came from. After about 20 minutes, they realized they had been in this spot before, 10 minutes ago.
"We're going in circles", said James agravatedly. A look of worry came across each boy's face as they slowly began to realize... They were lost. They decided to just go in one direction, that way, they would reach the edge of the woods, figure out which way the house was, and follow the edge of the woods. The boys headed one way. The sun was setting, and they realized that they werent going to make it back before dark. After 5 minutes of heading in one direction, they saw a patch of faded light coming through the trees. The edge of the woods! They jogged the rest of the way, with the look of relief and excitement on their faces. When they reached it, disappointment struck on each of their faces. It was the clearing they had rested in about 40 minutes ago! The hollowed out tree staring at them with the sense of pride. Darkness surrounded them. Yet somehow, there was still light in that little clearing, it almost seemed like noon. The boys stayed in the trees, looking at the clearing in shock and disbelief.
"What the hell! We were just here not long ago!" screamed James with the look of mixed emotions on his face. The other boys nodded in sadness.
Suddenly, out of no where, they heard voices of little childern laughing, male and female, but mostly female.
"Cody", said Zach. "Is your woods divided by your family and another family?" Cody shook his head "no". The three boys started to head back from the direction they came from. Then, they heard little voices whispering:
"Just one step... Just one step into the light..." At this point, the boys were frightened, and they were in a full-blown sprint. They ran for at least 2 minutes, when they saw "the edge of the woods" (sarcasm). They ran to it only to realize that it was the clearing.
"What the hell is going on?!" screamed Zach in a terrified voice.
"I dont know, just stay out of the light!" The boys ran a direction they have never ran before. None of them had ever ran as fast as they were running now. When they came to one final clearing, they swore, all of them.
"Son of a -blam!-! does this woods ever end?!" swore Cody. The boys tried to turn and run from the clearing yet again, but this time they couldnt. The clearing had surrounded them! They found themselves in the middle of a patch of trees, right in the middle of the clearing! Little children still laughing and saying "Just one step into the light!", which had now become a chant. The look of fear and disbelief over each boy's face.
"This cant be happening!" shouted James in sheer horror. Suddenly, the three boys had been pushed from the patch of trees by someone from behind, but all the boys were facing opposite directions. There the boys lay, in the lighted clearing in the tall grass. Each one of them stood up, as the chanting and laughter of the little children stopped. They looked at one another, confused and terrified.
"Let's get out of here!" said Cody, still in shock. But before anyone could take a step, the laughter and chanting started again, and the boys were engulfed by the tall grass and sunken into the ground. Their screams were never heard...

THE END



[Edited on 01.15.2009 12:32 PM PST]

  • 01.15.2009 5:58 AM PDT
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Be not afraid of greatness; some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them.

Posted by: SM WITTE
Posted by: BaseCord

I dont get it


i dont get it either



meh...it was -blam!-, i have no idea what i was thinking.

Basically the character(me) had a fear of scary movies, which saved his life...that the underlying message.

it wasn't meant to be scary more twisty. again basically, when i answered the phone and heard someone say "feeling better" itt was actually one of my friends phoning for help...through sheer stupidity on my half(and partly through the way they were murdered) when i picked it up i heard the movie playing and not my friend who had dialed looking for help.

i said it was crap...i had nothing when i started. I started with an idea of a phone and scary movies and slid down a slippery slope..I'll have a better one soon...trust me

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Posted by: XxOveruledxX
Posted by: SM WITTE
Posted by: BaseCord

I dont get it


i dont get it either



meh...it was -blam!-, i have no idea what i was thinking.

Basically the character(me) had a fear of scary movies, which saved his life...that the underlying message.

it wasn't meant to be scary more twisty. again basically, when i answered the phone and heard someone say "feeling better" itt was actually one of my friends phoning for help...through sheer stupidity on my half(and partly through the way they were murdered) when i picked it up i heard the movie playing and not my friend who had dialed looking for help.

i said it was crap...i had nothing when i started. I started with an idea of a phone and scary movies and slid down a slippery slope..I'll have a better one soon...trust me


well, now that youve explained it its actually pretty good. everything really was good except the ending... sometimes it helps to explain things in the story, like this line:

A doctor approached her and said in a fairly familiar voice
"Feeling better?"

you could have added this:
It was the booming voice I heard over the telephone!

then have the charector explain to himself how his fear of horror movies saved his life... or something like that. but other than that it was a really good story. read mine, it might give you a little bit of an idea...

[Edited on 01.15.2009 12:11 PM PST]

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ok lets keep this going...

  • 01.16.2009 6:19 PM PDT
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first i had a dream that i couldn't wake up from then when i wake up i hear random noises

  • 01.17.2009 12:00 AM PDT
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You know I've been twitchy when i saw this..
Its so awsome that I will read every single alphabet in it~

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there is a video of a grunt,and it is real life,footege it looked like a halo1 grunt.look for a forum called [grunt cauted on film]

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Posted by: ODSTVIPslayer
there is a video of a grunt,and it is real life,footege it looked like a halo1 grunt.look for a forum called [grunt cauted on film]


wat the hell... r u serious?!

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yes,to me it looks like one.the video is on bungie.net.the forum is called [grunt captured on film] thats what the forum is realy called

  • 01.19.2009 8:31 PM PDT

Posted by: neoshogun
Posted by: Yoozel
Neo has officially been promoted to barf cleaner-upper and pukee hair holder.
I am honored to have that position. While your barfing I can steal your wallets!

It's creepy enough that people stalk Bungie via Webcams, but it's even worse how they stalk back.

I think he's talking about this thread with this link.

  • 01.19.2009 9:02 PM PDT

One time my xbox wouldnt turn on!!!!!! OOOOOOOOOOOOO SCARY!

  • 01.20.2009 12:26 PM PDT