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No matter how many seals are killed by sharks a year, it never seems to be enough :D

James Lark leaned back on his leather chair, a bottle of whisky in his hand. After he lost both of his eyes form a vehicle explosion in Iraq, he did nothing but drink, and listen to TV. The smell of alcohol on his breath was heavy, as usual. His rifle lay across his lap. He liked the feel of its weight. It reminded him of better days.

James turned the TV off, and climbed the stairs to get ready for bed. That's when he heard the front door creak open. The veteran spun around, and leveled his rifle. His heart raced as he listened for movement.

James had an amazing disadvantage. The thief was quiet. Now the veteran might as well be def. He felt air brush him from the right. He turned, and fired his weapon. Pieces of wood from the walls and stairs splintered everywhere, but there was no scream of pain.

James put his hand on the wall, and guided himself into his bedroom. The man pulled his combat knife out of the bedside drawer, and randomly slashed it in every direction. Still, there was nothing.

"Hello, James." A voice whispered.

"DIE!" The veteran screamed as he swung his knife furiously.

He leveled his rifle with one arm, and sprayed the room, praying that he would hit the bastard.

"It's been a long time since I've seen you." The voice whispered.

Wait, James knew that voice, but from where? His mouth fell open in horror as he remembered. "Cray? Isis that you?"

"Yes it is." This time the voice was right in front of the veteran's face.

"But, you're dead. I saw you die, I was there!" Cray, James' squad mate, and best friend. He had been blown up by an IED during a routine patrol mission, "The explosion, it killed all of you." The room was dead silent.

Then cries of pain echoed through the room. Different voices, each one belonging to a man in James' platoon. The voices spun around him as he slouched into the corner of the room, and covered his ears.

The voices penetrated the veteran's hands, and bounced off of his ear drums. "Stop! Stop! STOOOOOOOOOP!" The veteran swung his knife through the air, but made contact with nothing. Then, it happened.

Slowly, James regained his vision. It wasn't normal, the world around him was different shades of blue, and shadows swirled around the room. In front of him stood four men. Their bodies mutilated and dismembered.

One of bodies stepped forward. "You did this to us. You insisted on taking the short path. You murdered us, James."
The veteran turned pale, "Stay away from me, you, you monsters!" James fired his rifle until it clicked. The bullets had phased right through the ravaged bodies. All of them stepped forward.

The first to grab his shirt pulled him close in what seemed to be a hug. Then, it bit deep into his neck. James cried out in pain, and stabbed at the phantom from behind. The knife passed through its back, and cut deep into victors abdomen. He fell limp as the bodies tackled him to the floor, and ate him alive.


  • 11.14.2009 11:54 AM PDT

I'd give up everything just to make you happy.

Am I the only guy who is reading these stories at night?

  • 11.18.2009 6:50 PM PDT

I know this was posted a while back but can someone explain to me what happened here?

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.

  • 11.19.2009 2:40 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

"Halo! Its divine wind will rush through the stars, propelling all who are worthy along the path to salvation."

Posted by: EvilTurkey1021
The Lighthouse

There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map. It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, that is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase.

The case is filled with unmarked books, bound in ancient leather, save for a single space. If you remove a book from the shelf, it will fling itself open in your hands, and the words inscribed in it shall start screaming to the air. You must wrestle the book closed and shove it back on the shelf, or the immortal evil contained within its pages shall break free, and you will be forced to take its place, with pages, ink and binding crafted from your own flesh and blood.

However, if you bring the correct book to the island, and place it in the empty space, the lighthouse will light. As long as it is lit, the world shall enjoy an unending paradise, for all the evil in the world will be contained in the lighthouse. And while it is lit, nothing can go in or out.

The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light.
Wow, this is truly a moral choice, to SAVE the World from the Evil or to destroy it. You can make a game out of it :D

  • 11.19.2009 7:28 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

Get some retard that does not contribute to society in any way to do it.


[Edited on 11.19.2009 9:28 PM PST]

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You will never take me alive *jumps off cliff* I sure am smarter than *splat*

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their once was a -blam!- "vampire" that sparkeled pixy dust and fell in love with a ugly chick, this "vampire" is real...... his name is robert pattinson hahahahaha thats some funny -blam-.


[Edited on 11.20.2009 5:10 PM PST]

  • 11.20.2009 5:08 PM PDT

Way back in the deep woods there lived a scrawny old woman who had a reputation for being the best conjuring woman in the Ozarks. With her bedraggled black-and-gray hair, funny eyes - one yellow and one green - and her crooked nose, Old Betty was not a pretty picture, but she was the best there was at fixing what ailed a man, and that was all that counted.

Old Betty's house was full of herbs and roots and bottles filled with conjuring medicine. The walls were lined with strange books b-blam!- with magical spells. Old Betty was the only one living in the Hollow who knew how to read; her granny, who was also a conjurer, had taught her the skill as part of her magical training.

Just about the only friend Old Betty had was a tough, mean, ugly old razorback hog that ran wild around her place. It rooted so much in her kitchen garbage that all the leftover spells started affecting it. Some folks swore up and down that the old razorback hog sometimes walked upright like man. One fellow claimed he'd seen the pig sitting in the rocker on Old Betty's porch, chattering away to her while she stewed up some potions in the kitchen, but everyone discounted that story on account of the fellow who told it was a little too fond of moonshine.

"Raw Head" was the name Old Betty gave the razorback, referring maybe to the way the ugly creature looked a bit like some of the dead pigs come butchering time down in Hog-Scald Hollow. The razorback didn't mind the funny name. Raw Head kept following Old Betty around her little cabin and rooting up the kitchen leftovers. He'd even walk to town with her when she came to the local mercantile to sell her home remedies.
my mom got scared she said your moving
in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air
i whisted for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said fresh and had dice in the mirror if anything i could say that this cab was rare
but i thought nah, forget it yo home to bel-air!
i-pulled- up tp a house about seven or eight
i yelled to the cabbie yo home, smell you later
looked at my kingdom i was finally there
to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air

  • 11.20.2009 5:12 PM PDT
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milia: You can't send messages when you're banned
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Spartan has banned milia for 1 hour for no reason
Spartan has unbanned milia
milia: did you get my messages?
spartan: yes
milia: good because i didn't send any

Posted by: DemonicAppleDude
I know this was posted a while back but can someone explain to me what happened here?

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.

That means, that after she hung up, they heard another click. It means that she hung up first, and they heard her click. The line stayed on because the murderer was in the house, and he put his receiver down, leaving a second click.

  • 11.20.2009 5:15 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

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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.
Isn't that from superman...the only way he will leave is for him to say his name backwards

  • 11.20.2009 9:27 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Family Guy! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



[Stupidly Mortifying]

[Edited on 11.21.2009 4:18 AM PST]

  • 11.21.2009 4:17 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Ich will halo reach spielen.

i was playing halo 3 and heard there wont be any more halos {not true though}

  • 11.25.2009 7:14 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Posted by: DemonicAppleDude
Family Guy! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!



[Stupidly Mortifying]
You suck, family guy's funny as hell.

  • 11.25.2009 6:44 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

it was a dark dark night and there was these 3 black guys wanting some food so they goto KFC and it was CLOSED!!!

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Heres one:

A boy and his Brother went to a Garage Sale and on the way there they saw a Wrestling Figure,They brought it to the man selling at the Garage Sale.He replies "Oh please please keep it". The boy's big brother was very happy,He had just got a free Wrestling Figure.

Later that night the Boy feels something climbing up his chest and onto his face,He opens his eyes to see...The Wrestling Figure and it says "Feed Me",The boy grabs the Figure and throws it around the room.

Next Night he hears dripping coming from the Bathroom,This makes him need the toilet so he gets out of bed and goes to the Toilet,Not a tap dripping but There in the Bathroom,On top of the Shower Head is his sister's doll but only a head dripping with Blood.Then he hears thudding coming from the stairs *Thud Thud Thud*,The thudding continues then stops,The boy turns around and there,At the doorway of the Bathroom is the Wrestling Figure with a Bloody Knife.The boy is still as a statue until the Figure says "You didn't feed me!" then the boy springs over the Figure and runs into his room,Then once again he hears the thudding come to his door.He is silent and nothing is happening,Then the Figure swiftly breaks the door with the Knife and so the boy grabs his blanket from the bed and throws it down the window and so he slides down it and runs into the Kitchen.

He tries to grab more than one knife but the Figure had the rest,He hid in the Cupboard breathing a sigh of relief,But then the thudding begins again as the Figure comes down the stairs,The boy peers through a hole in the cupboard,There at the door of the Kitchen is the Wrestling Figure,It speaks once again "Where are you boy,Are you in the cupboard" then with a slight chuckle it comes to the cupboard and breaks the door down.The neighbours could hear screaming but they decided they would go check on the boys family in the morning as it was very late at night.

In the morning the neighbours went into the house to find by the cupboard the boy's body...Headless and then they turned around to see the boy's head stabbed through a Knife on the Kitchen Table,When searching the house they found everyone's body without heads but all heads were found in the end.The scary part,The neck remains on the body all had bite marks on them.

And to this day the Wrestling Figure lives on that street,Waiting for its next Owner to claim.

[Edited on 12.01.2009 10:50 AM PST]

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Posted by: the searchbar XD
Heres one:

A boy and his Brother went to a Garage Sale and on the way there they saw a Wrestling Figure,They brought it to the man selling at the Garage Sale.He replies "Oh please please keep it". The boy's big brother was very happy,He had just got a free Wrestling Figure.

Later that night the Boy feels something climbing up his chest and onto his face,He opens his eyes to see...The Wrestling Figure and it says "Feed Me",The boy grabs the Figure and throws it around the room.

Next Night he hears dripping coming from the Bathroom,This makes him need the toilet so he gets out of bed and goes to the Toilet,Not a tap dripping but There in the Bathroom,On top of the Shower Head is his sister's doll but only a head dripping with Blood.Then he hears thudding coming from the stairs *Thud Thud Thud*,The thudding continues then stops,The boy turns around and there,At the doorway of the Bathroom is the Wrestling Figure with a Bloody Knife.The boy is still as a statue until the Figure says "You didn't feed me!" then the boy springs over the Figure and runs into his room,Then once again he hears the thudding come to his door.He is silent and nothing is happening,Then the Figure swiftly breaks the door with the Knife and so the boy grabs his blanket from the bed and throws it down the window and so he slides down it and runs into the Kitchen.

He tries to grab more than one knife but the Figure had the rest,He hid in the Cupboard breathing a sigh of relief,But then the thudding begins again as the Figure comes down the stairs,The boy peers through a hole in the cupboard,There at the door of the Kitchen is the Wrestling Figure,It speaks once again "Where are you boy,Are you in the cupboard" then with a slight chuckle it comes to the cupboard and breaks the door down.The neighbours could hear screaming but they decided they would go check on the boys family in the morning as it was very late at night.

In the morning the neighbours went into the house to find by the cupboard the boy's body...Headless and then they turned around to see the boy's head stabbed through a Knife on the Kitchen Table,When searching the house they found everyone's body without heads but all heads were found in the end.The scary part,The neck remains on the body all had bite marks on them.

And to this day the Wrestling Figure lives on that street,Waiting for its next Owner to claim.

Did you just make that up? No offense but it was quite bad.

  • 12.06.2009 5:04 AM PDT

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Posted by: I SOCK OF DOOM I
Posted by: the searchbar XD
Heres one:

A boy and his Brother went to a Garage Sale and on the way there they saw a Wrestling Figure,They brought it to the man selling at the Garage Sale.He replies "Oh please please keep it". The boy's big brother was very happy,He had just got a free Wrestling Figure.

Later that night the Boy feels something climbing up his chest and onto his face,He opens his eyes to see...The Wrestling Figure and it says "Feed Me",The boy grabs the Figure and throws it around the room.

Next Night he hears dripping coming from the Bathroom,This makes him need the toilet so he gets out of bed and goes to the Toilet,Not a tap dripping but There in the Bathroom,On top of the Shower Head is his sister's doll but only a head dripping with Blood.Then he hears thudding coming from the stairs *Thud Thud Thud*,The thudding continues then stops,The boy turns around and there,At the doorway of the Bathroom is the Wrestling Figure with a Bloody Knife.The boy is still as a statue until the Figure says "You didn't feed me!" then the boy springs over the Figure and runs into his room,Then once again he hears the thudding come to his door.He is silent and nothing is happening,Then the Figure swiftly breaks the door with the Knife and so the boy grabs his blanket from the bed and throws it down the window and so he slides down it and runs into the Kitchen.

He tries to grab more than one knife but the Figure had the rest,He hid in the Cupboard breathing a sigh of relief,But then the thudding begins again as the Figure comes down the stairs,The boy peers through a hole in the cupboard,There at the door of the Kitchen is the Wrestling Figure,It speaks once again "Where are you boy,Are you in the cupboard" then with a slight chuckle it comes to the cupboard and breaks the door down.The neighbours could hear screaming but they decided they would go check on the boys family in the morning as it was very late at night.

In the morning the neighbours went into the house to find by the cupboard the boy's body...Headless and then they turned around to see the boy's head stabbed through a Knife on the Kitchen Table,When searching the house they found everyone's body without heads but all heads were found in the end.The scary part,The neck remains on the body all had bite marks on them.

And to this day the Wrestling Figure lives on that street,Waiting for its next Owner to claim.

Did you just make that up? No offense but it was quite bad.

Indeed. It almost sounds like it was copied off of a Simpsons Treehouse of Horror.

  • 12.06.2009 5:15 AM PDT
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Posted by: I SOCK OF DOOM I
Posted by: the searchbar XD
Heres one:

A boy and his Brother went to a Garage Sale and on the way there they saw a Wrestling Figure,They brought it to the man selling at the Garage Sale.He replies "Oh please please keep it". The boy's big brother was very happy,He had just got a free Wrestling Figure.

Later that night the Boy feels something climbing up his chest and onto his face,He opens his eyes to see...The Wrestling Figure and it says "Feed Me",The boy grabs the Figure and throws it around the room.

Next Night he hears dripping coming from the Bathroom,This makes him need the toilet so he gets out of bed and goes to the Toilet,Not a tap dripping but There in the Bathroom,On top of the Shower Head is his sister's doll but only a head dripping with Blood.Then he hears thudding coming from the stairs *Thud Thud Thud*,The thudding continues then stops,The boy turns around and there,At the doorway of the Bathroom is the Wrestling Figure with a Bloody Knife.The boy is still as a statue until the Figure says "You didn't feed me!" then the boy springs over the Figure and runs into his room,Then once again he hears the thudding come to his door.He is silent and nothing is happening,Then the Figure swiftly breaks the door with the Knife and so the boy grabs his blanket from the bed and throws it down the window and so he slides down it and runs into the Kitchen.

He tries to grab more than one knife but the Figure had the rest,He hid in the Cupboard breathing a sigh of relief,But then the thudding begins again as the Figure comes down the stairs,The boy peers through a hole in the cupboard,There at the door of the Kitchen is the Wrestling Figure,It speaks once again "Where are you boy,Are you in the cupboard" then with a slight chuckle it comes to the cupboard and breaks the door down.The neighbours could hear screaming but they decided they would go check on the boys family in the morning as it was very late at night.

In the morning the neighbours went into the house to find by the cupboard the boy's body...Headless and then they turned around to see the boy's head stabbed through a Knife on the Kitchen Table,When searching the house they found everyone's body without heads but all heads were found in the end.The scary part,The neck remains on the body all had bite marks on them.

And to this day the Wrestling Figure lives on that street,Waiting for its next Owner to claim.

Did you just make that up? No offense but it was quite bad.

Indeed. It almost sounds like it was copied off of a Simpsons Treehouse of Horror.


no friend told me it the day i posted it

  • 12.06.2009 7:37 AM PDT

Once there was a guy who did a thing at a place with some stuff.

OMG SCAEWRY!

  • 12.06.2009 8:38 AM PDT
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  • 12.06.2009 7:12 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

If I were that babysitter I would grab a baseball bat grab the kids and if that clown got anywhere near me I would beat the living sh%& out of him.

  • 12.11.2009 5:52 AM PDT

Die for the Pie
ಠ_ಠ < Do it NOW

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Megan Fox is a whore.

Gigolo.

Posted by: Glue Sniffer
This is the Scariest Story I have ever read.


Best. -blam!-ing. Story. EVER

  • 12.11.2009 7:39 AM PDT
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Posted by: the searchbar XD
Posted by: SkeletonPack
Posted by: I SOCK OF DOOM I
Posted by: the searchbar XD
Heres one:

A boy and his Brother went to a Garage Sale and on the way there they saw a Wrestling Figure,They brought it to the man selling at the Garage Sale.He replies "Oh please please keep it". The boy's big brother was very happy,He had just got a free Wrestling Figure.

Later that night the Boy feels something climbing up his chest and onto his face,He opens his eyes to see...The Wrestling Figure and it says "Feed Me",The boy grabs the Figure and throws it around the room.

Next Night he hears dripping coming from the Bathroom,This makes him need the toilet so he gets out of bed and goes to the Toilet,Not a tap dripping but There in the Bathroom,On top of the Shower Head is his sister's doll but only a head dripping with Blood.Then he hears thudding coming from the stairs *Thud Thud Thud*,The thudding continues then stops,The boy turns around and there,At the doorway of the Bathroom is the Wrestling Figure with a Bloody Knife.The boy is still as a statue until the Figure says "You didn't feed me!" then the boy springs over the Figure and runs into his room,Then once again he hears the thudding come to his door.He is silent and nothing is happening,Then the Figure swiftly breaks the door with the Knife and so the boy grabs his blanket from the bed and throws it down the window and so he slides down it and runs into the Kitchen.

He tries to grab more than one knife but the Figure had the rest,He hid in the Cupboard breathing a sigh of relief,But then the thudding begins again as the Figure comes down the stairs,The boy peers through a hole in the cupboard,There at the door of the Kitchen is the Wrestling Figure,It speaks once again "Where are you boy,Are you in the cupboard" then with a slight chuckle it comes to the cupboard and breaks the door down.The neighbours could hear screaming but they decided they would go check on the boys family in the morning as it was very late at night.

In the morning the neighbours went into the house to find by the cupboard the boy's body...Headless and then they turned around to see the boy's head stabbed through a Knife on the Kitchen Table,When searching the house they found everyone's body without heads but all heads were found in the end.The scary part,The neck remains on the body all had bite marks on them.

And to this day the Wrestling Figure lives on that street,Waiting for its next Owner to claim.

Did you just make that up? No offense but it was quite bad.

Indeed. It almost sounds like it was copied off of a Simpsons Treehouse of Horror.


no friend told me it the day i posted it
Reminded me of this

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Gauge you competition and execute with precision.

These are scary. The coke one was crazy,

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  • 12.13.2009 2:42 PM PDT

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I heard this one in school.

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Tell Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe


TRUE! nervous, very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why WILL you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain, but, once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! Yes, it was this! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture -- a pale blue eye with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me my blood ran cold, and so by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye for ever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded -- with what caution -- with what foresight, with what dissimulation, I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night about midnight I turned the latch of his door and opened it oh, so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern all closed, closed so that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly, very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this? And then when my head was well in the room I undid the lantern cautiously -- oh, so cautiously -- cautiously (for the hinges creaked), I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights, every night just at midnight, but I found the eye always closed, and so it was impossible to do the work, for it was not the old man who vexed me but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he had passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed , to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door. A watch's minute hand moves more quickly than did mine. Never before that night had I felt the extent of my own powers, of my sagacity. I could scarcely contain my feelings of triumph. To think that there I was opening the door little by little, and he not even to dream of my secret deeds or thoughts. I fairly chuckled at the idea, and perhaps he heard me, for he moved on the bed suddenly as if startled. Now you may think that I drew back -- but no. His room was as black as pitch with the thick darkness (for the shutters were close fastened through fear of robbers), and so I knew that he could not see the opening of the door, and I kept pushing it on steadily, steadily.

I had my head in, and was about to open the lantern, when my thumb slipped upon the tin fastening , and the old man sprang up in the bed, crying out, "Who's there?"

I kept quite still and said nothing. For a whole hour I did not move a muscle, and in the meantime I did not hear him lie down. He was still sitting up in the bed, listening; just as I have done night after night hearkening to the death watches in the wall.

Presently, I heard a slight groan, and I knew it was the groan of mortal terror. It was not a groan of pain or of grief -- oh, no! It was the low stifled sound that arises from the bottom of the soul when overcharged with awe. I knew the sound well. Many a night, just at midnight, when all the world slept, it has welled up from my own bosom, deepening, with its dreadful echo, the terrors that distracted me. I say I knew it well. I knew what the old man felt, and pitied him although I chuckled at heart. I knew that he had been lying awake ever since the first slight noise when he had turned in the bed. His fears had been ever since growing upon him. He had been trying to fancy them causeless, but could not. He had been saying to himself, "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney, it is only a mouse crossing the floor," or, "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Yes he has been trying to comfort himself with these suppositions ; but he had found all in vain. ALL IN VAIN, because Death in approaching him had stalked with his black shadow before him and enveloped the victim. And it was the mournful influence of the unperceived shadow that caused him to feel, although he neither saw nor heard, to feel the presence of my head within the room.

When I had waited a long time very patiently without hearing him lie down, I resolved to open a little -- a very, very little crevice in the lantern. So I opened it -- you cannot imagine how stealthily, stealthily -- until at length a single dim ray like the thread of the spider shot out from the crevice and fell upon the vulture eye.

It was open, wide, wide open, and I grew furious as I gazed upon it. I saw it with perfect distinctness -- all a dull blue with a hideous veil over it that chilled the very marrow in my bones, but I could see nothing else of the old man's face or person, for I had directed the ray as if by instinct precisely upon the damned spot.

And now have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the senses? now, I say, there came to my ears a low, dull, quick sound, such as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I knew that sound well too. It was the beating of the old man's heart. It increased my fury as the beating of a drum stimulates the soldier into courage.

But even yet I refrained and kept still. I scarcely breathed. I held the lantern motionless. I tried how steadily I could maintain the ray upon the eye. Meantime the hellish tattoo of the heart increased. It grew quicker and quicker, and louder and louder, every instant. The old man's terror must have been extreme! It grew louder, I say, louder every moment! -- do you mark me well? I have told you that I am nervous: so I am. And now at the dead hour of the night, amid the dreadful silence of that old house, so strange a noise as this excited me to uncontrollable terror. Yet, for some minutes longer I refrained and stood still. But the beating grew louder, louder! I thought the heart must burst. And now a new anxiety seized me -- the sound would be heard by a neighbour! The old man's hour had come! With a loud yell, I threw open the lantern and leaped into the room. He shrieked once -- once only. In an instant I dragged him to the floor, and pulled the heavy bed over him. I then smiled gaily, to find the deed so far done. But for many minutes the heart beat on with a muffled sound. This, however, did not vex me; it would not be heard through the wall. At length it ceased. The old man was dead. I removed the bed and examined the corpse. Yes, he was stone, stone dead. I placed my hand upon the heart and held it there many minutes. There was no pulsation. He was stone dead. His eye would trouble me no more.

If still you think me mad, you will think so no longer when I describe the wise precautions I took for the concealment of the body. The night waned, and I worked hastily, but in silence.

I took up three planks from the flooring of the chamber, and deposited all between the scantlings. I then replaced the boards so cleverly so cunningly, that no human eye -- not even his -- could have detected anything wrong. There was nothing to wash out -- no stain of any kind -- no blood-spot whatever. I had been too wary for that.

When I had made an end of these labours, it was four o'clock -- still dark as midnight. As the bell sounded the hour, there came a knocking at the street door. I went down to open it with a light heart, -- for what had I now to fear? There entered three men, who introduced themselves, with perfect suavity, as officers of the police. A shriek had been heard by a neighbour during the night; suspicion of foul play had been aroused; information had been lodged at the police office, and they (the officers) had been deputed to search the premises.

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