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That was bad. The whole MJ act of scariness.

[Edited on 03.22.2010 7:56 AM PDT]

  • 03.22.2010 7:56 AM PDT

All hail the mighty Forge system!!!
Without Forge and Custom Games, Halo would be nothing.

Posted by: Bruzzrad
Little timmy was an average kid. He was about ten when Micheal Jackson died. He didn't know who he was or why his parents didn't want him to know about him.
One day, little Timmy was flipping channels on his TV. A music video was on. There was a man in a white suit dancing and moonwalking across the screen. Little Timmy was intruiged. Thats when his mom came in and shut off the TV.
"But mommy, why?"
"Well son, hes not a good person to know or be around, ok sweetie?"
"Aww, ok."
"Now, go to bed."

Three hours later.
Little Timmy couldn't sleep. He was tossing and turning until he finally jerked up in bed. His door was wide open and the room was rather chilly. The next thing poor Little Timmy knew, there was a man in white, wearing a white fedora, moonwalked into his room.
"You've been hit by, you've been struck by, a smooth criminal!" Said the man in a catchy tune. Little Timmy was never seen again.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I am literally on the floor gasping for air because I'm laughing so hard.

  • 03.22.2010 4:17 PM PDT
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You will never take me alive *jumps off cliff* I sure am smarter than *splat*

Posted by: benh66
Posted by: SolidRed Thorn
Knock...Knock...Knock...

Clara and Brad were driving through the Allfield County backroads when their car broke down. They were heading to a costume party and both of them were going as joggers. It was around 9:37pm and they decided to listen to the radio until another car passed by to help them.
The first station they found was cut off by an emergency broadcast about an escaped murderer fleeing from the Allfield prison. Listeners were advised to lock their doors and windowss and/or leave the local vicinity.
The radio broadcast ended there and the station went back to playing its music.
Brad turned the radio off.
"Brad, we should leave, that prison isn't too far from here" Clara said.
"Don't worry, the chances he'll head in our direction is 1/100. We only need to worry about fixing the car."
"But Brad, we can't just sit out here, especially with that murderer around..."
Getting Irritated, Brad said "Okay, I'll take the flashlight from the glove compartment and see if theres a nearby house where we can use a phone."
"Brad, I do..."
"I won't be gone long, lock the doors and get some sleep in the back seat. Theres a blacket back there if you need it. Only open the door if you hear 3 knocks on the roof of the car."
Brad demontrated by knocking on the roof as he got out.
"I won't be gone long..."
Before Clara could respond, he closed the door.
Clara quickly reached over and locked the doors, and then climbed in the back.
"He won't be gone long..." She whispered as she curled up with the blanket, "He'll be back soon..."

She was suddenley awoken a loud thump outside the car door.
She froze and listened. For a few moments she heard nothing, then something knocked on the roof. "Brad!" she almost shouted as she reached for the doorknob. She suddenley remembered he had to knock two more times.
Another knock was made.
"Please just one more..."
-Knock-...
Overjoyed, she reached and grabbed the handle...
...-Knock-.
She froze in fear.
-Knock, Knock-...
Its the killer, she thought. She shrunk back to the backseat and tryed to squeeze her self on the floor boarding.
-Knock, Knock, Knock-...
"What do you want with me?!" She screamed.
More knocks rang out as she frantically thought of what to do. What was he doing out there? Was he madley beating the roof like a child would a drum?
-Knock-...
Where was Brad? Did he find help?!
-Knock-...
How did...
-THUMP-
She froze.
-THUMP-
"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"
The glass window of the backseat suddenley shattered and a hand reached in and unlocked the door.
She squirmed away as the door opened. A hand reached in and pulled her out. She screamed.
Suddenley she heard voices all around and was surrounded by blue and red lights.
It was the police.
"Thank you. Tha.."
The officer began leading her away from the car...
"Ma'm, don't turn around, keep heading to the ambulance.
"Ow, stop tugging, what behind me that your..."
She tugged free and turned around.
There strung from the tree looming over the car was Brad, hung from his neck.
"Ma'm, you don't wanna see that!" The officer yelled.
As he grabbed her a pulled her away, she saw Brads body begin to swing.
His tennis shoes began hitting the side of the car...
-Knock... Knock... Knock-...


That was a good story, I liked it. Pretty freaky.
Freeky as blam.

  • 03.25.2010 7:49 AM PDT
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You will never take me alive *jumps off cliff* I sure am smarter than *splat*

Posted by: STUPID RUSSIAN73
WHERE DID YOU FIND THESE STORIES STEELBOOM490?
TELL THE WEBSITE
NOW YOU SON OF A B****!
*idiot*

  • 03.25.2010 7:55 AM PDT

Yeah, we still believe in all the things that we stood by before.
I know, to everything we've seen here, maybe even more.
I know we're not the only ones and we were not the first.
And unapologetically we stand behind each word.

Ok I guess ill give this a try.

"Are you ok my son?"
Johns eyes slowly opened. He was lying in a soft white fluffy substance and there was a old man knelling beside him."Wha?" John said. "Dont worry," the old man said, "Your safe now."
And then John remembered..

3 weeks ago he was just a normal man who owned a resturant and was in the army reserves. Then it all started. In one day massive sink holes started opening up all over the world. First in the capital citys of countrys and then in other major citys. The world held its breath as everyone waited to see what would happen next. Then after a few days, just as everyone was calming down, they came.

Demons, armys of them, flooded up from the ground and the slaughter began. At first no one knew how to fight them becuase bullets and knives didnt hurt them. You needed to carve a cross into your knives and dip your bullets in holy water. Thats what would hurt them. One by one citys fell as there almost unstoppable armys pressed on. Eventally olny a few citys were left. One of them being New York, the city John lived in. The citizens of New York managed to beat back the demons and seal the sink hole they came out of. Even with all this going on John was surprised and happy to see his resturant still getting customers. One day when John was cleaning tables a wide eyed man rushed in. "There comeing!" He screamed, "There right outside the city!" "What?" John asked but before he could get an answer the man rushed out the door screaming his message to everyone he saw. "This cant be good." John muttered to himself. "I better go get my gun." But before he could do that 3 men in army uniforms walked into the store. "Can I help you?" John asked. One of them, who John could swear hes seen before, looked at him and asked, "Are you sergeant John Sweeny?" "Yes," John answered, "Why?" The man said, "Im Major Brian Mingolelli, and command just ordered all people in the reserves to go back on duty." Brian smiled grimly, " Its time to fight."

1 hour later John and Brian were armed and on a helecopter on there way to a forward command post. "So were are we going?" John asked while holding his weapon uncomfertably. "Were going to see command. There gonna give us our orders. I forgot to ask this earlyer but do you have a cross or something like that around your neck?" "Uhh yeah why?" John said wile pulling out the cross attached to the chain around his neck. "Good," Brian said, "Leave it out of your uniform because when demons see it they lose moral and are easyer to kill. Well this is our stop. Time to go get orders."

There orders were short and sweet. And soon they were deployed with 4 more men to a forward recon position with Brian as commander. There job was to monitor and report the movements of the demon army. And if the army started to advance on the city, take as many of the demons out as they could before the position was overrun. They were "Expendable", and everyone knew it.

The first 3 days were normal, and because of that, boreing. But then the 6 men stationed at that base saw the biggest and baddest looking demon theve ever seen. "What the hell is that!?" John said. "I dunno man, but its nothing good." Said a soldier whos name John didnt know. Brain reported it in and command zeroed in on it with a satelite. A voice came from the radio, "Uhh guys we think this guy is the demons commander." "Whats his name?." Brian asked? "Well hes got many names from many differnt religions." The radio said. "You cant possibly mean.." John said. "Yes we do, to the Christian religion this man is known as Satan."

They watched Satan for a few more days, reporting every move he made to command. He seamed to be getting the demons fired up for something, something big. They spent the rest of the day wondering what it was and the next day they got there answer.

The day started out normaly. The men takeing 2 hour shirts watching Satan. Then about half an hour into Johns watch, Satan pointed his finger right at the recon post. And with a deafening roar, they charged. "Jesus Christ!" Jophn screamed. Brian rushed in. "What is it?." He asked. John was speechless and could only weakly point his finger in the demons derection. Brian looked were he was pointing and went pale. "Crap," he muttered, "Ok dont panic I'll go tell the other guys then radio command, they will send a helecopter and get us out of here."

10 minutes later the whole squad was at the windows fireing out of the house at the army of demons. "WERE THE HELL IS COMMAND?" John screamed over the sound of gun fire and roaring demons. "I DONT KNOW THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE 5 MINUTES AGO!" Brian yelled back. Then there was an explosion down stairs and demons flooded into the house. Through a daze John saw his squadmates fall one by one as the demons cleared the house. Then he heard a scream and looked over just as Brian was geting stabbed by a demon. Brian looked back at John, smiled grimly then pulled out a grenade. It exploaded flinging John across the room. He landed and was trying to get up just as a demon stepped on his chest. John looked up and found himself looking into the face of Satan himself. John pulled out his cross and heard a roar of pain. Then he pulled out his pistol and shot Satan in the head. Just as the shell flew out of the gun John heard a might explosion, felt a sharp stab of pain, and then everying went dark.

To be continued...

Well guys what do you think? Should I continue it?

  • 03.27.2010 1:54 PM PDT

Sorry it's a picture, and the writing might be a bit small as well.
http://i.imgur.com/dFNIH.png

  • 03.30.2010 3:05 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!
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-G

I felt goose bumps on me when I read the watcher... nightmares incoming... lets me think about the witch in left 4 dead, and why did everything suddenly get so quiet?

[Edited on 03.31.2010 3:41 AM PDT]

  • 03.31.2010 3:40 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

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


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



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



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



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



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

i dont get it
and what is the title


bed head ?

  • 03.31.2010 3:10 PM PDT

Bah, Humbug.

Posted by: ShootingCube
Posted by: BLADE MEGA BAMF
Posted by: YoungFastSnip3r
The title would give the story away.


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



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



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



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



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

i dont get it
and what is the title


bed head ?
i get it!

i love threads about jokes!

  • 04.06.2010 3:30 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

If you are sniping at least Immobilize them with you first shot

I swear original. COMPLETELY MINE.




A few years ago I was asleep, and I was awakened by something tapping on my window. At first I thought it was a branch, but then I really started listening. The time between the taps was Morse Code! It kept tapping "We have been looking for you" I was mega-freaked about it, so I got my gun and went to see the disturbance, and there has nothing there. I went back to bed and the noise started again. I checked and went back to bed 2 more times, and the third time I returned, no more taps. Then the power went out. I swapped out my pistol for my rifle (which has a flashlight on it) and turned it on, because it is the only flashlight I owned. I went to the window, and noticed that only my house had a power outage. I went to my bedroom where the breakers are, and I had no fuses blown. Then the front door was broken into. I ran toward it, but in the hall leading up to it, I saw them. 9 foot tall men, 3 of them, all in dark (as far a I could tell) I shot 1, and cannot remember any more. The next morning I woke up, and all that was left was a black stain on the floor, and my rifle. My rifle's flashlight had note that read "We found you". Nothing else. They took everything except those things and my clothes I was wearing. 1 of my neighbors reported the same, except his weapon was a knife. I have moved since, and this is the first I have told anyone except that neighbor, and the authorities.

[Edited on 04.08.2010 3:56 PM PDT]

  • 04.08.2010 3:54 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!
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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?

  • 04.11.2010 7:12 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Online ID: GriffGraff15

Posted by: MissIonCannon97
I swear original. COMPLETELY MINE.




A few years ago I was asleep, and I was awakened by something tapping on my window. At first I thought it was a branch, but then I really started listening. The time between the taps was Morse Code! It kept tapping "We have been looking for you" I was mega-freaked about it, so I got my gun and went to see the disturbance, and there has nothing there. I went back to bed and the noise started again. I checked and went back to bed 2 more times, and the third time I returned, no more taps. Then the power went out. I swapped out my pistol for my rifle (which has a flashlight on it) and turned it on, because it is the only flashlight I owned. I went to the window, and noticed that only my house had a power outage. I went to my bedroom where the breakers are, and I had no fuses blown. Then the front door was broken into. I ran toward it, but in the hall leading up to it, I saw them. 9 foot tall men, 3 of them, all in dark (as far a I could tell) I shot 1, and cannot remember any more. The next morning I woke up, and all that was left was a black stain on the floor, and my rifle. My rifle's flashlight had note that read "We found you". Nothing else. They took everything except those things and my clothes I was wearing. 1 of my neighbors reported the same, except his weapon was a knife. I have moved since, and this is the first I have told anyone except that neighbor, and the authorities.


You can't hurt the Slender Man or his friends.

  • 04.15.2010 7:09 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

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Francis from Left 4 Dead: "I hate Clowns..."

  • 04.16.2010 8:49 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

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 liked this story...

  • 04.18.2010 8:12 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Maybe I will never be
All the things that I wanna be
But now is not the time to cry
Now's the time to find out why
I think you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever

Posted by: AlphaQ 2niGHT
Francis from Left 4 Dead: "I hate Clowns..."
I hate Steam....pipes.

  • 04.18.2010 8:28 AM PDT

WHY AM I AN "Honorable Member"?

Thats a fantastic book.

  • 04.20.2010 9:21 PM PDT

Need playtesters for your maps and gametypes in hopes of them one day making it into Halo Reach? Join "Cartography Pro" today!

Here's to Halo's Lefties. (not the Jackals, the players!) Check my fileshare, I might be worth your while.Unfrigginbelievable!!! In campaign! check my fileshare!

AR/BR together! Why can' t they just get along?......Well, now I guess its AR and DMR,,,, oh will the flame wars never end?

Red Brute- "It gives you Jetpacks!"

Posted by: rugby_rox
The entirety of World War Z works for me


^This.

Anyone heard the audio books of this? It just makes them even worse.

On topic
This one happened to me at my friends place.

I visit my friend and make plans to go hang out that evening. He tells me that he needs to take a shower first because he was at work all day, and considering he works at a hospital that's fine by me. While he gets ready, I try to keep myself preoccupied by by doing anything, but considering I don't normally get into conversations with his mom, nor his grandparents, who all of which usually reside and watch television on the opposite side of his house, so I decided to just chill in his room. With no one to talk to, I decided to play on his Xbox for a while, until I hear a person in the house callig out for my friend.

I thought it was one of the home health nurses that take care of his grandparents, so I told him that he'd have to wait for my friend to speak with him. I called out to my friend telling him that that someone wanted to speak with him, so my friend hastened his shower and came out in about a minute or two. I told the guy waiting for my friend to have a seat in the kitchen, which wasn't too far away from where I first met him. I returned to my friend's room and waited for him.

When my friend got out of the bathroom he asked me where the guy was, I told him, in the kitchen. When we got there, there was no one to be seen. My friend had a look of puzzlement, I asked him what was wrong. he told me that he was the only person in the house when I came to visit.

Normally, when I go by his house, the majority of its denizens are on the other side of the house and usaually my friend is the one who lets me in and we immediately proceed to his room. So when I told him about the man who came in the house looking for him, no wonder it didn't sit well with him. Even weirder, upon investigating, all of the locks, including deadbolts, were locked. I even recall not hearing any doors open or close around the events of the man calling for my friend. Worse even, his mother's two loud, abnoxious dogs, which bark for any little movement around the houses entrences, were silent the entire time.


This wouldn't be the only time things have happened in his house.

  • 04.21.2010 11:36 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

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The Medic, The Watcher and Baby Dolls are all FREAKY. Excellent find.

[Edited on 04.22.2010 5:41 AM PDT]

  • 04.22.2010 5:40 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Be courteous and polite to everyone you meet... but have a plan to kill them if necessary.

Hopefully Obama's presidency will only be a short scary story.

  • 04.22.2010 6:40 AM PDT

Rogue Assassins

Anything to do with killer clowns, ghosts, and paranormal activity.

  • 04.24.2010 11:52 PM PDT
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Twitter.
WyIdfyre: 'lol, who the hell would even wear those?'
AuSam: 'lol, who the hell would even have sex with dogs?'

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Those were excellent, the ending of the watcher just ruined my underwear. As for the baby one, I wanted to throw up...
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  • 04.26.2010 4:57 AM PDT

Once upon a time TOAST!

The End...

  • 04.29.2010 11:26 PM PDT

I chose something different. I chose the impossible.

Posted by: nightavenger616
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?


It was the other phone being picked up.

  • 04.30.2010 12:18 AM PDT

All hail the mighty Forge system!!!
Without Forge and Custom Games, Halo would be nothing.

Posted by: Neurotoxic0ner
Posted by: nightavenger616
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?


It was the other phone being picked up.
No its not.

How can you not get it?

When someone on the phone with you hangs up, it makes a clicking sound.

This means that the officer heard her hang up (click one) and then someone else hung up after her (second click).

In other words...
...The intruder was listening to her call the police.

  • 04.30.2010 11:26 AM PDT