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hotel room was creepy

  • 12.20.2009 10:55 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Orange

Lil' Timmy lived in a village somewhere along the Appalachian mountain range. They had none of the modern technologies there since it was raided years back. During the most recent raid lil' Timmy's father was lost and never found by search parties.

One night Tim's mother, Tam brought home something to cheer him up. It was a thin box labeled "Crayola" which was supposed to contain multiple crayon. Inside though there were only three left. Tim had always wanted to be artistic and was thankful for the gift. Tam tucked Timmy in for bed and activated a night light.

Left alone, Timmy began to doze off until something caught his eye. He couldn't tell any difference so he shrugged it off and fell asleep. Tim dreamed of reuniting with his father. It had been the happiest moment until multiple brutish monsters attacked the village. Tim hid away for what felt like an eternity. The only thing that kept him calm was a voice singing a familiar tune. Tim walked around the home to see nobody. On the ground was a crayon.

Tim woke up with sadness and decide to wash it out by drawing with his new crayons. When he checked the package, something seemed missing. Tim shrugged it off and proceeded the draw. Although he used orange, it came out red. Perhaps they were mixed up? Tam came in the room and let out a scream. On the floor was a broken orange crayon with red splattered along the rug.

Tam ran out of the room to grab some Oxyclean and thought she heard arguing. She went back into Tim's room to see two crayons on the bed with Tim tied up.

Crayon:"Yo, orange is dead, biatch!


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  • 12.26.2009 6:35 PM PDT

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one of the creepiest things ive heard thats true is something that happened to my friends cousin.

she was on some trip doing nature snapshots. i dunno, i think she was a college student. anyways, she was in the appalachian mountains i think and she was hiking alone (first mistake) and she had a camera to take pictures. when she got home, she developed them. and the weird part is, when she looked at the pictures, there were some of her sleeping in her tent....i dunno, that just creeped me out cause i heard it when i was out on a hiking trip.


Those mountains and the Catskill mountains have creepy things like that happen.


True Story:

I was 11 years old at a 2 week camp, it was getting late and we all headed to the campfire. I was going through a card throwing phase and always carried a deck of cards with me.

Earlier on, I had left my cards on my bed. I came back to get them only to see them all spread across the ground. One card was missing. I thought the wind blew it away and just forgot about it.

As we were heading to the campfire, I went to my cabin to grab my hat because it was cold. I knew it was on my bed so I went inside and not being able to see a thing since the lights were out, grabbed my hat and got back to the others.

The next morning I woke up and went outside, only to find my card under a small rock infront of the cabin. I picked it up, and dropped it instantly when I saw the words "Glad you didnt turn on the lights?"

The camp ended sooner than expected,we all went home. On the ride home, my dad told me there was an escaped patient from an Asylum on the other side of the city. I still have that card to this day, locked up in a box never to be opened again.
Heh, wonder what would've happened if you did turn on the lights. I used to actually have a collection of Resident Evil action figures and lost them on a camping trip but never ran into a situation like yours.

  • 12.26.2009 7:55 PM PDT

Warning: Before you read, please note that this story will be a FAIL!


Once upon a time, there was a guy. This guy looked in his closet. In the closet, there was a monster. The monster then ate the guy who looked in his closet.
THE END

  • 12.26.2009 8:06 PM PDT

Posted by: Halo Fan 569
Warning: Before you read, please note that this story will be a FAIL!


Once upon a time, there was a guy. This guy looked in his closet. In the closet, there was a monster. The monster then ate the guy who looked in his closet.
THE END
Story in a nutshell.

  • 12.26.2009 8:08 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

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  • 12.26.2009 9:58 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Posted by: jakob hunter
True story

Ok so just this morning i woke up and checked my cell phone before helping my family unload the moving truck with all of our stuff from our former home. My mother had stopped me from having activity on my cell phone until we were done unloading. So then about 4 hours later after unloading and then relaxing and enjoying my delicious In N Out Burger and then came back home i checked my voice mail. Now i had one from a friend being stupid but the second really really puzzled me. At first it seemed like a blank message but then i started hearing mumbling like someone trying to talk with something over theird mouth and the backround of the noise was all staticy like when the TV has no signal or a crappy connection. The mumbing would be loud then quit and in my mind at the time it sounded like someone with tape over their mouth being tortured by having their head put in and out of water over and over. So butterflys started to turn in my stomach as i began to think the worst. Then i decided to find out who the disturbing message was from. So i checked and found out it was from my friend so is started to text him.

I recieved the messae at 7:40 this saturday morning and he assured me he was asleep, home alone, and had his phone charging on his nightstand next to him at the time that was when i started to get really freaked out. Then i got a text from him saying "my house might be haunted though i once was in my living room and heard a screetch and all my dining room chairs where pulled out" this really freaked me out. I could have gotten a call from a ghost or entinty or spirit or what ever and that sent chills down my spine. He told me that when he woke up his phone was across the room with its key board opened. I for one am not a believer in what you would think of as a "ghost" or person whos spirit is still haunting earth. However i do have a strong belief in demons and evil spirits sent from Satan to confuse and scare us, but i want answers what really did call me, why did it call me, and how did it even know how to use a cell phone?

ok something wierd happened just about 30 minutes ago.

i was just lying down on my bed opening and closing my pocket knife when i noticed some blood on my finger i thought i cut myself by accident so i wiped away the drop of blood to find half dry blood in the shape or a square or box or something on my finger. i scratched it away and looked for where the blood came from but i had no scratches or anything that would bleed anywhere on my hands or legs or feet or face. i am starting to get scared.
lolol Your friend was just messing with you, and he's a -blam!- genius.

[Edited on 12.27.2009 3:38 PM PST]

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The Rake

Eli was a man who enjoyed gardening. He bought a rake that was rumored to have special powers. When he used it, it ate him and his children.

EDN.

  • 12.27.2009 3:41 PM PDT
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  • 01.03.2010 3:02 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Girl's grave

This year, ghost 1985 Brookfield Road, Oregon, area around the cemetery, was rumored to roam. If you are a single candle precisely 12:00 bameneuneseo will see the ghost itself, they told me to go. The popular rumor is that some 3, Daniel, Greg, and Harold, dare to find out the truth behind the myth grew. They're all ready to go home and snuck out at 11:30. They expect so many ghosts there and sit down and call waiting. Daniel's Clock chohaetda 11:59 57. They're all at the same time ... 3 ... 2, Harold, his eyes ... 1. Daniel ended the call and watch, "" Harold opened his eyes, and rain coat, because there were kids screaming, followed by Greg read 12:00. Greg ran screaming to hit that high, but at the same time in his spine. Greg's own blood filled her mouth and pushing a nail Unfortunately, the little girl grabbed the neck of their own; then he stripped the bark of the young girl's head, while Daniel said as soon as possible to his home geugaiteul editor's Fragrances is. Harold, each runner's little girl begging for peace has one. She, or at least does what he thinks. Harold, as well as towards their own home, a half-mile after the editor's execution starts, he enters his home. Parents' room, he goes, his own parents, but no one answered the call. Harold lit the fire; shock body, face, and his parents are lying on their bed, their impact, they tied up with a tight wire as it can be visible, and blood everywhere spread the message written in blood on the wall "with Your parents did not stay in one peace. "

  • 01.03.2010 12:46 PM PDT
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Has any of you seen THE HILLS HAVE EYES thats as scary as -blam!-.

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  • 01.09.2010 11:02 AM PDT

This one hits rather close to home and involves this creepy, twisted serial killer that's been roaming the local city.

He...

Hang on, someone's at the door...

  • 01.09.2010 11:10 AM PDT

The Pale Faced Man



This is a local legend. It is widely believed as a true story
due to police reports.

First I need to describe my local setting:

My area is in the Ozark foothills. There are many trees. There is a good size river that flows in the east. Several creeks spout off of it. Now, before the 1990's this area was much, much more rural than it is now. Dirt roads instead of paved roads.

This area is also beautiful. Hills covered in trees and a river valley. It's a great place to go camping...


The Pale Faced Man

It's the 1960's. Times are changing.

The McMullen family is taking a camping trip in the beautiful Ozark foothills. The father - Michael - is helping the kids pack up the suburban after a nice two nights at the river edge. The youngest son asks, "When can we come again?" Michael replies, "Maybe next spring break, sport."

Michael closes the trunk door. He notices the dark thunderstorm clouds in the sky. 'Of course,' he thinks. 'It's Oklahoma.' He tells the kids to pile in the suburban. The kids moan as they describe how much they'll miss camping. Michael starts the suburban. However, he notices another family driving up. He rolls down his window and calls out, "It looks it's gonna storm. I'd suggest y'all come back next morning."
The father of the other family responds, "Oh, we'll be fine. Last spring we went through two straight days of storming."
Michael nods his head as he starts driving again.

...

The father of the other family smiles at Michael as he continues driving toward the campsite. "Hey honey, did you remember my 8 lb fishing line?" His wife Michelle said, "Of course, Roger. After all, you did ask me if I put it in your suitcase about nine times this morning." Roger smiles, "Thanks hon'."

After Roger finished setting up his tent - with help from his three kids - he grabbed his fishing pole and headed toward the river. Before Roger could get to the river, a pale-faced man approached him from the direction of a dirt path. The man wore a faded hunter's vest.

Roger faced the man while setting his fishing rod down. The pale-faced man proceeded to ask if Roger could spare him any money. Roger being a good fellow said, "Sure, I got a couple of bucks." Roger handed the man the money. The man took the money and stalked off with no sign of appreciation. Before the man got to the dirt path, he turned and gave Roger's family and tent a glance.

...

After a productive day of fishing, Roger and his family settled down at the campfire for food. The air had changed as the thunderstorm had really started to move in. Roger said to his family, "We should get in the tent." He gave a wink to his wife, "I'll tell ghost stories."

The kids eagerly got into the tent and waited for their father. Roger and Michelle stepped inside right as the wind and rain of the thunderstorm started. Roger pulled out a flashlight and shined it on his face...

...

After many exciting stories of children who wondered into dark places, Roger decided it was time to go to bed.

The thunderstorm was a large one. The rain pounded on the tent as lightning illuminated the campsite.

The thunder quickly soothed Roger and his family to sleep.

...

In the early morning hours the storm still raged...but not all were nested away. A single figure lurked about.
...

Roger awoke to find a puddle next to him. He drowsily thought that a branch from a tree must have fell on his tent while he slept. He took note of the neat hole the branch had created. He was curious how a branch had created such a smooth-lined hole...Roger then noticed his thirteen year-old son was gone. Roger panicked.

Then Roger began to add things up: the strange man, the hole in the tent, his missing son... Roger began to sweat. He grabbed his heavy flashlight. He stepped outside.

Roger saw, through the rain, his son behind a tree. Relieved, he approached the tree quietly muttering to himself about the stupidity of his son to pee behind a tree. In the rain.

Roger shined the light on his son. He expected to startle the teen, but he instead stood horrified. His son's corpse was hanging from the tree by a thin wire. He whimpered slightly as a primal fear overtook him. He began to run through the trees. He stopped. His family was still in the tent. He ran like a sprinter towards the tent.

He tripped.

Before Roger could get out of the puddle he heard boots splashing on the muddy ground. He froze. The steps got closer.

Roger felt the icy grip of fear claw at his heart. Then, the steps stopped. Terror kept Roger from moving.

A dagger plunged through Roger's left shoulder and into his heart.

...

The following morning, Barry, a U.S. Marshall, got a call from the Tahlequah Police. They said that a Scenic River Commission Officer had found a scene of slaughter at one of the campsites. Barry agreed to come and take a look at it ASAP.

When Barry arrived at the campsite he was horrified. The skins of a family of five were all hanging from a large tree. Gore and blood polluted puddles and mixed with mud. A tent had been torn to shreds.Police officers were reluctantly trying to place the skin of a grown man into a body bag.

Barry asked one officer, "Could a Cougar do this?" The officer shook his head and said, "No, the bodies were cut open and removed of all innards. We think it might have been a planned attack. Heck, maybe it's related to those hikers that went missing over by Sparrowhawk Mountain. My guess is that some deranged family member got angry over inheritance or something." Barry nodded and started investigating the local area.

Barry headed to the nearby Sparrowhawk Village where he would ask some questions about any crime happening. He asked many people. Several people said that they had pets that had gone missing. Barry took note of all these things. He then started on the paperwork.

...

After a several weeks of investigating incidents, another family had been slaughtered. This time, at a different campsite. Even after investigating this new murder scene, Barry still had no leads. He decided he would do something out of the box. Determined, Barry decided he would sleep several nights at one of the campsites near the original murder scene.

...

Two days later....

Barry had finished setting up his tent when he spotted a man watching him. Barry started to question the man, but, before he could speak, the man asked for five dollars. Barry said he didn't have any money. The man stalked off.

Immediately after the incident with the strange man, Barry became very suspicious. After eating soup for supper Barry retired to his tent...but before he went to sleep he grabbed his gun and set it right next to his right hand.

...

That night...

A calm wind was rustling the trees. The new moon cast no light in the woods...

Barry awoke to hear nylon tearing. He saw a blade sticking through the side of his tent. Frightened, he pulled his pistol and shot in the direction of the knife. He heard a grunt pain. Barry quickly left his tent and saw the same man who had approached him earlier rolling in pain. Barry kicked the man in the ribs and proceeded to bind his hands and legs.

...

The pale-faced man had been sentenced to life in a insane asylum. There he was fed two meals a day.

Everyday the female nurse would bring food to the pale-faced man. She would slip a plate through a slot in the door. She never got a plate back.

One day, the nurse brought the man's second meal to his door. However, when she tried to slide the plate through the slot it hit the other plate that she had brought for the man's lunch. Curious, she called out. She received no answer. Resolute, she retrieved a guard and told him to unlock the door. She thought that the man had finally died.

The guard unlocked the door only to find that no one was in the cell. The nurse told the guard, "Stay here, I'll go get Daryl."

The nurse hurried back to the eastern hallway of the relatively small facility. She saw no sign of Daryl. She looked for him inside the storage room where the medications of the prisoners are kept. What she saw inside the storage room horrified her. Daryl had been killed by what looked like a knife. A somewhat dull one.

The nurse sprinted back to where she had left Bill. As she rounded the corner she saw him slumped against the wall. His throat slit.

Crying, the nurse ran as fast as she could toward the main entrance to the small facility. She stopped at her desk and frantically grabbed for her keys.

-she hears a noise-

The nurse spins around, expecting to be eye to eye with the pale-faced man. However, all she sees is the door to the staff kitchen swinging on its hinges. Like it always does.

But, when the door opened, a stench came from it. She dare not investigate as she remembered the third guard who had been eating only minutes ago.

As fast as she could the nurse began to run towards the entrance again.

The lights go out. The nurse stops in terror. She whimpers quietly as a blade is brought to her throat.

...

Years later, several deaths had been left unexplained. Many think it is the pale-faced man. However, unexplained murders in the Ozark foothills stopped in the late '70's.

Recently residents of Sparrowhawk Village have reported missing pets and attempted break-ins. The mutilated body of a Tahlequah resident was found on the edge of town...after several large thunderstorms had moved through.

...

Took me quite a bit of time to type this. Whoa.

[Edited on 02.22.2010 4:54 PM PST]

  • 01.09.2010 10:03 PM PDT
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Year 2012: Los angeles California

Steve hid behind his kitchen counter. They finally found him. Nobody could hide forever. Very few humans were left. One of them was getting dangerously close, "Aaaaadvillll." Steve cringed, if that thing got to close, he was a goner.

The man crept around the corner, leveled his shotgun, and fired. The crack rang out through the entire house, one down, seven to go.

He heard footsteps coming from the stairway. It saw his fellow beast on the ground, dead, and turned to run, but it had lost its mobility long ago. Steve fired another shell, "Tyyyylenollll" one more word came out of its mouth, considering there was nowhere for a mouth to be after the second shot.

Steve had to run. He sprinted through the house, heading for his car. The man kicked his front door open, sending one of the freaks flying off of his doorstep. They were everywhere, on the streets, the roofs, even in his Toyota.

His jaw dropped, he was finished, but if he was going down, they were going down with him. Steve ran into the street, firing his weapon this way and that.

Bodies hit the tar like rain. He seemed unstoppable, until he was out of ammunition. They waddled towards him, extreme pain in their eyes. Torn clothes hung from their bodies.

Steve bared his teeth as he swung is twelve gauge at their heads, which easily popped of their shoulders. He continued this until his gun snapped. It fell to the floor as he backed towards his car.

When steve reached the driver's door, a hand smashed through the window, grabbing his face. The rest of them closed in. He kicked at the approaching freaks as more arms reached out from his car. They were in three feat of him, it was over. Excruciating pain ran through his neck, "AGH! NO NO AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Military Base no.13: just outside of New York.

The worlds last general stood in front of six hundred Marines, the only Marines. "As you know gentlemen, we have yet to find a cure for this horrifying virus. Every attempt the military has made to destroy it has failed. I understand that over half of you are fresh out of boot camp, or what is left of the facility. I will now address Doctor James Douchington."

A scrawny man in a lab coat walked up to the

microphone, "This virus is airborne, but it only travels within three feet of its host. Get within three feet of one of them; you're on your own. It will take approximately one hour before you are completely taken over. Before then, symptoms will be agitation, disorientation, constipation, and horrible pain in your neck. Even before you are transformed, you can still spread the disease, so don't go saving your best friend. Leave them behind for a horrible and brutal fate. Knowing this you must always be further than three feet away from each other." The scientist cleared his throat," Now, being reckless will NOT pay off. You will have a stiff neck forever. You will always be dizzy, and will have a colossal craving for pain medication. You cannot underestimate this enemy. They are brutal, unforgiving, and will KILL for pain medication."

A soldier in the audience raised his hand, "Excuse me sir, but, will they eat you if they catch ya?"

"Are you joking? This isn't a zombie movie retard."

The door to the tightly cramped room opened. In stumbled a young soldier, "Ugh, sorry I'm late. My neck hurts like hell." The kid fell onto one of his comrades, "Wow! Sorry dude. Hey, you got any Advil?"

  • 01.13.2010 5:13 AM PDT
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Visions
By st kymon

I'm sitting in my house, staring at the computer screen. The clock says 12:49 AM, and all I can hear is the careless patter of rain outside the house.
Lightning strikes, and I look outside to see the brilliant blue flash, followed by the rolling thunder. I look around at my surrounding. I've never really liked the pile of junk that sits on the desk of my computer, but I have to live with my sloppy way of life.
"So, what are you doing?" An icon flashes on my screen. It's my close friend, Adam, talking to me over MSN.
"...And why are you on at this hour?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing." I respond.
I minimize the application, and the orange blip doesn't show for twenty five seconds.
"You do know that there's a storm around, it isn't safe to be on the computer, right?" Adam asks after this long pause.
I re-open the window. "Yeah, I know. I'm doing... work."
"Yeah, well good luck. I'm off. Night."
Before I get a chance to respond, his status clicks to offline. And just like that, thunder strikes, at the very second his status changes, and it was the loudest I've heard all night.
I look up the stairs as I hear a creeping of the floorboards. I've never really thought much about it, bat in this psychiatric state, at this time of night, I'm thinking anything could happen.
A minute passes, and nothing happens. I look back at my screen, the desktop background shining brightly in the lit room. I re-open the text document I was working on, when lightning strikes. For a second, I feel paranoid, as all I can see is white. This storm is strange. I close my eyes, enveloping my vision in black, and I hear the thunder toll. The house starts to shake, but settles after only three seconds.
I re-open my eyes and look at the caricature portrait on the wall behind my computer. The next lightning bolt strikes, very close to my house. The lights go down, and so does my computer, and I am left in darkness. I close my eyes again, and strangely enough, all I can see is a vision of my shadow, against a wall, illuminated by a flash of blue, sitting down in a chair, and behind my shadow, a taller outline of a person carrying a knife, holding it up in the air.
Lightning flashes again. I open my eyes, staring at the image laid out on the wall in front of me.
"Oh no." I start...

  • 01.13.2010 6:18 AM PDT

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Year 2012: Los angeles California

Steve hid behind his kitchen counter. They finally found him. Nobody could hide forever. Very few humans were left. One of them was getting dangerously close, "Aaaaadvillll." Steve cringed, if that thing got to close, he was a goner.

The man crept around the corner, leveled his shotgun, and fired. The crack rang out through the entire house, one down, seven to go.

He heard footsteps coming from the stairway. It saw his fellow beast on the ground, dead, and turned to run, but it had lost its mobility long ago. Steve fired another shell, "Tyyyylenollll" one more word came out of its mouth, considering there was nowhere for a mouth to be after the second shot.

Steve had to run. He sprinted through the house, heading for his car. The man kicked his front door open, sending one of the freaks flying off of his doorstep. They were everywhere, on the streets, the roofs, even in his Toyota.

His jaw dropped, he was finished, but if he was going down, they were going down with him. Steve ran into the street, firing his weapon this way and that.

Bodies hit the tar like rain. He seemed unstoppable, until he was out of ammunition. They waddled towards him, extreme pain in their eyes. Torn clothes hung from their bodies.

Steve bared his teeth as he swung is twelve gauge at their heads, which easily popped of their shoulders. He continued this until his gun snapped. It fell to the floor as he backed towards his car.

When steve reached the driver's door, a hand smashed through the window, grabbing his face. The rest of them closed in. He kicked at the approaching freaks as more arms reached out from his car. They were in three feat of him, it was over. Excruciating pain ran through his neck, "AGH! NO NO AHHHHHHHHHH!"

Military Base no.13: just outside of New York.

The worlds last general stood in front of six hundred Marines, the only Marines. "As you know gentlemen, we have yet to find a cure for this horrifying virus. Every attempt the military has made to destroy it has failed. I understand that over half of you are fresh out of boot camp, or what is left of the facility. I will now address Doctor James Douchington."

A scrawny man in a lab coat walked up to the

microphone, "This virus is airborne, but it only travels within three feet of its host. Get within three feet of one of them; you're on your own. It will take approximately one hour before you are completely taken over. Before then, symptoms will be agitation, disorientation, constipation, and horrible pain in your neck. Even before you are transformed, you can still spread the disease, so don't go saving your best friend. Leave them behind for a horrible and brutal fate. Knowing this you must always be further than three feet away from each other." The scientist cleared his throat," Now, being reckless will NOT pay off. You will have a stiff neck forever. You will always be dizzy, and will have a colossal craving for pain medication. You cannot underestimate this enemy. They are brutal, unforgiving, and will KILL for pain medication."

A soldier in the audience raised his hand, "Excuse me sir, but, will they eat you if they catch ya?"

"Are you joking? This isn't a zombie movie retard."

The door to the tightly cramped room opened. In stumbled a young soldier, "Ugh, sorry I'm late. My neck hurts like hell." The kid fell onto one of his comrades, "Wow! Sorry dude. Hey, you got any Advil?"
Lol, I could see something like this going on South Park. Sort of like that "Night of the Living Homeless" episode.

Chaaange, chaaaaaaaaange! Spare some change?

  • 01.13.2010 10:05 AM PDT

when u think ur house is haunted who u gonna call flood paranormal society

The mist cloaked man

The street was quiet a man was sat at his computer working suddenly he sees a light go on outside his kitchen window and he sees a light in the abandoned house he lives by turned on "stupid kids" he grumbles getting his jacket on to go to the home.

Inside it was dark and cold but the man could see the stairs in the dim light illuminating the stairs when he was halfway up the stairs he hears a roaky voice come from the room and he feels something brush across his shoulder "whats that my freind" asks the croaky voiced man the old man that lives opposite tis house is halfway up the stairs" he continues "get him!" he croaks angrily and he feels two ands grab his arms but he couldnt see anyone.

The room was dimly lit by the lamp perched on the edge of the drawer "bring him to me" croaks the man. The old man feels himself being dragged to face the man and when he is standing there he can only see mist but then two shrivelled hands grab the mist and pulls it back and when the man sees the face he almost has a heart attack "its been nice seeing you" croaks the man and the last thing the old man sees is a knife rushing towards his heart then...he was dead.

To this day there have been countless deaths just like tis one not just there but all around the world no one knows who the man is they just know he hides where its dark.

  • 01.21.2010 5:15 AM PDT

Look up unsolved mysteries the original. Some are pretty freaky, but ofcourse some are stupid.

  • 01.21.2010 5:22 PM PDT

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.


I don't know why I copied and pasted this. Probaly cause i was bored!

  • 01.26.2010 12:36 PM PDT

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THIS IS A BIG GUN!

The albino woman story was awesome, srsly.

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