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Here's one for ya :P :

So do any of you remember those Mickey Mouse cartoons from the 1930s? The ones that were just put out on DVDa few years ago? Well, I hear there is one that was unreleased to even the most avid classic disney fans. According to sources, it's nothing special. It's just a continuous loop (like flinstones) of mickey walking past 6 buildings that goes on for two or three minutes before fading out. Unlike the cutesy tunes put in though, the song on this cartoon was not a song at all, just a constant banging on a piano as if the keys for a minute and a half before going to white noise for the remainder of the film. It wasn't the jolly old Mickey we've come to love either, Mickey wasn't dancing, not even smiling, just kind of walking as if you or I were walking, with a normal facial expression, but for some reason his head tilted side to side as he kept this dismal look. Up until a year or two ago, everyone believed that after it cut to black and that was it. When Leonard Maltin was reviewing the cartoon to be put in the complete series, he decided it was too junk to be on the DVD, but wanted to have a digital copy due to the fact that it was a creation of Walt. When he had a digitized version up on his computer to look at the file, he noticed something. The cartoon was actually 9 minutes and 4 seconds long. This is what my source emailed to me, in full (he is a personal assistant of one of the higher executives at Disney, and acquaintance of Mr. Maltin himself.

"After it cut to black, it stayed like that until the 6th minute, before going back into Mickey walking. The sound was different this time. It was a murmur. It wasn't a language, but more like a gurgled cry. As the noise got more indistinguishable and loud over the next minute, the picture began to get weird. The sidewalk started to go in directions that seemed impossible based on the physics of Mickeys walking. And the dismal face of the mouse was slowly curling into a smirk. On the 7th minute, the murmur turned into a bloodcurdling scream (the kind of scream painful to hear) and the picture was getting more obscure. Colors were happening that shouldn't have been possible at the time. Mickey face began to fall apart. his eyes rolled on the bottom of his chin like two marbles in a fishbowl, and his curled smile was pointing upward on the left side of his face. The buildings became rubble floating in midair and the sidewalk was still impossibly navigating in warped directions, a few seeming inconcievable with what we, as humans, know about direction. Mr. Maltin got disturbed and left the room, sending an employee to finish the video and take notes of everything happening up until the last second, and afterward immediately store the disc of the cartoon into the vault. This distorted screaming lasted until 8 minutes and a few seconds in, and then it abruptly cuts to the mickey mouse face at the credits of the end of every video with what sounded like a broken music box playing in the backround. This happened for about 30 seconds, and whatever was in that remaining 30 seconds I heaven't been able to get a sliver of information. From a security guard working under me who was making rounds outside of that room, I was told that after the last frame, the employee stumbled out of the room with pale skin saying "Real suffering is not known" before speedily taking the guards pistol and offing himself on the spot. The thing I could get out of Leonard Maltin was that the last frame was a piece of russian text that roughly said "the sights of hell bring its viewers back in". As far as I know, no one else has seen it, but there have been dozens of attempts at getting the file on rapidshare by employees inside the studios, all of whom have been promptly terminated of their jobs. Whether it got online or not is up for debate, but if rumors serve me right, it's online somewhere under "suicidemouse.avi". If you ever find a copy of the film, I want you to never view it, and to contact me by phone immediately, regardless of the time. When a Disney Death is covered up as well as this, it means this has to be something huge.
that was cool

Knowing how stupid I am, I would probably watch the video.


It's on youtube, I'm serious


Yep


What the -blam!- is that sound in the BG from 5:05 to 5:15?!

  • 06.25.2010 9:07 PM PDT
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I'm a well trained sniper for hire. If you ever need me, just message me.

I have a messed up story to tell everyone

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Sydney wanted to go to a college frat party with her boyfriend and her friends but she was too sick.So she stayed at her aparment.While she was wacthing TV, she changed the chanel to the news. "we have breaking news that a prisoner from an asylum escaped 20 minuetes ago and is on the run.He is extremely dangrous and is not to be delt with.If you...*turns off TV*"Well I'm going to sleep come on tinker(Sydney's dog)lets go to bed." thump thump thump *dog runs up stairs*
3:10am RING RING RING *cell phone rings*
"Hello whos this"."Its me Jason (sydney's boyfriend)sydney cops are outside your apartment,I dont know what for." *Someone knocks on front door* slurp slurp *dog licks sydneys feet*.Sydney goes downstairs and opens the door."Ma'm it's the police,can we search your apartment its just for safety reasons".CLICK*sydney clicks on light*sydney looks to her left and finds blood and fur all over the wall."what happened to my dog she was just upstairs licking my feet.""Ma'm step aside plese, come out with your hands up,we know your here."

  • 06.26.2010 10:28 PM PDT

"I had something (kinda) similar happen to me about 2 years ago. Nothing to do with the snuff part, but the break in stuff. I was working in a very run down very large building with boarded up windows, etc late one night. The traffic was terrible so I had special hours, I went in late and left late.

I went down the corridor to go to the ladies room, and heard men breaking into the back door of the office. I went to run out the front door, but heard one there (the lookout maybe) and ran back into my office and locked the door. I tried to call emergency and heard them actually get into the inner office (you need to go through 2 doors to get into it) so they were right outside my door. I was whispering to the dispatcher about what was going on and she was trying to calm me, saying police were around the corner and on the way.

I heard 3 different voices all together, and then they knocked lightly on my door, and said in a sing song voice "open up, we know you are in there". At this point I was crying and they started knocking louder on the door and it was starting to push open. I heard one say, just kick it in, then thankfully I heard the sirens. They yelled "oh crap, lets go" and I heard them leave. The police were great, they literally sent out 8 cars to help me.

When the officer knocked on my office door I was sooooo freaked out I was terrified to open it. The police checked the building with me, and could see the door had been kicked in. It was a wholesale jewelry place so there was gold, platinum, etc. perfect for thieves. I gave notice the next day."

  • 06.27.2010 2:08 PM PDT

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

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I have a messed up story to tell everyone

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Sydney wanted to go to a college frat party with her boyfriend and her friends but she was too sick.So she stayed at her aparment.While she was wacthing TV, she changed the chanel to the news. "we have breaking news that a prisoner from an asylum escaped 20 minuetes ago and is on the run.He is extremely dangrous and is not to be delt with.If you...*turns off TV*"Well I'm going to sleep come on tinker(Sydney's dog)lets go to bed." thump thump thump *dog runs up stairs*
3:10am RING RING RING *cell phone rings*
"Hello whos this"."Its me Jason (sydney's boyfriend)sydney cops are outside your apartment,I dont know what for." *Someone knocks on front door* slurp slurp *dog licks sydneys feet*.Sydney goes downstairs and opens the door."Ma'm it's the police,can we search your apartment its just for safety reasons".CLICK*sydney clicks on light*sydney looks to her left and finds blood and fur all over the wall."what happened to my dog she was just upstairs licking my feet.""Ma'm step aside plese, come out with your hands up,we know your here."


Oh yeah, I heard something like that before
A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. On the news that night, they announced there was a serial killer on the loose in the local area. Before she goes to bed, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows, but the one in the basement won't close. She decides to leave it open, but locks the basement door and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more, she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye; she turns around. Written on the wall in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO, MY DEAR!".

I like this story.

[Edited on 07.01.2010 1:40 PM PDT]

  • 07.01.2010 1:36 PM PDT
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"Love is only as eternal as your wallet."

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What the -blam!- is that sound in the BG from 5:05 to 5:15?!


Survival Guide.

I think it's the screaming noises? I don't know, let me check and get back to you.

Edit: Sounds like someone moaning, then fapping.

Also, press the soccer ball for lulz while watching that.

[Edited on 07.01.2010 1:46 PM PDT]

  • 07.01.2010 1:39 PM PDT

"May God have mercy on you because i won't."

here goes my short scary story

Once upon a time your girlfriend grew a dick!!!

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  • 07.01.2010 1:45 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Halo 3 is my favorite video game, at least until reach is out.

IM GONNA HAVE FUKING NIGHTMARES JUST CAUSE OF THE SLEEP PARALYSIS =(

  • 07.02.2010 8:13 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

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My name is Tyler. Computers and Video games is what I love to do.

once upon a time, my mother was born
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  • 07.04.2010 5:52 PM PDT
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scary

  • 07.05.2010 6:57 PM PDT
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I know a really creepy story, but It's sort of long so I'll summarize it:

A young boy is asleep in his bed, or at least, pretending to sleep. He knows that if he shows that he is awake, he shall die.

Earlier in the night, the boy was awakened by the spectacle of a large man-shaped creature, completely devoid of hair, walk in slightly hunched, akin to a caveman. In the creature's grasp, were the bloody corpses of his parents.

With intelligence far surpassing that of a caveman, the creature posed the mother in a chair, facing the child. He placed the father in a similar manner, on the end of the child's bed. Again, his parent's blood-ridden face looked towards him.

Its hands drenched in blood, the creature scrawled a pentacle onto one of the room's wall. Underneath it, it wrote a line of words illegible to the child's nearly-closed eyes.

Finishing his "Masterpiece" the creature moved under the child's bed with nary a sound. It lay there, waiting for the child to awake.

Soon mustering the courage to look, the child opened his eyes and read the message.

"I know you're awake..."

  • 07.06.2010 4:17 PM PDT
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The Mannequin

James loved practical jokes. His wife constantly told him that he needed to act like an adult, and stop with his childish pranks. This was usually met with her being the butt of the next joke. And as his children grew older, James' pranks grew more frightening. Later in the day, he drove into town to do a few errands. As he drove passed the back allyway near the department store, something caught his eye. He put the car in reverse, and sure enough, his eyes weren't decieving him. There, in a dumpster, lay a mannequin. He put the car in park, and got out. When he reached the rusting bin, he pulled the mannequin from the filth. It was in fair shape, save a few knicks and discolored spots. He almost felt he shouldn't take it, but he remembered the old saying, "One man's trash is another man's treasure." He loaded it into the back of his SUV, already plotting his next trick.

The alarm rang at 2:00 in the morning and James quickly hit the "OFF" button as to not wake his sleeping wife. He slowly crept downstairs, and into the garage. He unloaded the mannequin, and propped it against the wall to get a few things. He returned with a dark, hooded-robe, and a demonic looking mask. He dressed it in the robe and mask, and proceeded to carry it into the house. He finally placed it in his teeanage sons room, next to the bed. He took a few steps back, to marvel at his mischevious deed. He was pleased, but the mannequin was lacking something. An idea struck, and he crept down to the kitchen. He grabbed a steak knife, and walked upstairs. He placed the cutlery in the mannequins hand, and posed it's arm higher than the other, as if it were beggining a slashing motion. He once again eyed his creation, and had to cup his mouth to stop the laughter that was brought to him by imagining his son's reaction. He tiptoed back to bed, and drifted off to sleep.

It was early Saturday morning, and James was sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee with a smug look on his face. His son would be waking up any minute now. A blood-curdling scream broke through the quiet dawn, and James' wife quickly dropped the whisk she was using to beat the eggs and started to run towards the stairs. She was stopped by her husbands laughter.

"What's so funny?" She asked, rather angrily.
"Looks like Thomas found my suprise," James chuckled.
His wife shot him a dirty look, and returned to the kitchen.
"Thomas, please do everyone a favor and change your underwear before coming downstairs," James called out, jokingly. He awaited a response, but five minutes of silence went by.
"Would you please check on him?" His wife inquired.
"He's probably stil just scared," James laughed.
"Just go check," his wife snapped.
"Fine," James replied as he reluctantly walked upstairs.

He opened his son's door, and froze in shock. His son lay in his bed, his throat slit, a pool of blood trickling down the sides of the bed. The window was open, and the robe and mask lay in front of it.



I wrote that myself, what do you guys think?

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  • 07.07.2010 12:06 PM PDT

The Monsters



1986,A Man By The Name Of Arthur Was Driving Down A Deserted Road By New Yorks County Line,Listening To The Radio He Didn't Notice A Faint Whrrrring Sound.As His Radio Went To Static He Felt A Huge RHUMP Underneath His Car...He Got Out Of The Car To Investigate. He Looked Underneath And Saw A Creature With Looks That Would Strike Megan Fox As Beautiful....."What The Hell?" He Asked Himself...Then he Heard Footsteps Behind Him...As He Turned Around He Felt A Pain In His Side...Then He Blacked Out...The Next Day Cops Went To Investigate His Disappearance...They Found Him Slumped Under The Car With Teeth Marks In His Side...

  • 07.07.2010 12:22 PM PDT

Im Friggin Scared!!!!

  • 07.07.2010 12:24 PM PDT

All your base are belong to us-If you don't know what this is from look up AYB...NOW!

Whoa that is one of the best I have heard yet. Good Job!

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  • 07.07.2010 6:37 PM PDT
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Posted by: Silatixo
Whoa that is one of the best I have heard yet. Good Job!


Mine? Or the one about Megan Fox?

  • 07.07.2010 10:43 PM PDT
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Posted by: Silatixo
Whoa that is one of the best I have heard yet. Good Job!


Mine? Or the one about Megan Fox?


Maybe it was mine?

  • 07.08.2010 8:25 AM PDT
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Posted by: Apollo DZ
I can't tell the trolls from the idiots anymore. It's like the trolls have adapted; copied the idiots' DNA.

Posted by: Kellzofligin
Posted by: JJohnson405
Posted by: Silatixo
Whoa that is one of the best I have heard yet. Good Job!


Mine? Or the one about Megan Fox?


Maybe it was mine?

You butchered a good one.

Here.

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  • 07.08.2010 11:51 AM PDT

Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain.
Lily Tomlin
US actress & comedienne (1939 - )

I am a 28 year old male, whom is still girlfriend free, if you ladies are interested. Throughout my whole life, I was bullied and teased for my weight and my strange demeanor. In my quest for a boyfriend-free girl, it appears to be futile in that even when I was advertising myself as a caring, nice man, women flocked to the more masculine types. Sorry, I got carried away, I'm just in an emotional dilemma, for I was raped by not just one black man, but seven. Yes, seven, seven of which raped me with much bestial fervor. I was in west Philadelphia at the time, at my childhood playground, playing a game of auto-basketball by myself as I usually would every Sunday. Night was coming, and I practiced frivolously to improve my basketball prowess. As I made my last free throw shot, several of those hooligans entered the court; I was not aware of the events that would proceed. They said to me, if I can recall it accurately, "YO WHITE BOY, YOU GONNA GET RAPED!!!!" I was startled, yet steadfast. I had rights to this public domain, and no African American was going to keep me from exercising that right!!!! However, I would find that my rights were not the only things violated, but also my body; my forbearance was my demise. I would not appease to the minorities demands, and, as if time stood still, the buckle holding my suspenders was unhooked. I buffered to the door, simultaneously calling for help, but only to be replied with a miserly old woman's heckling. Why was I chosen by fate, no, by God to be the victim of such a crime? I looked into her callous eyes, which taunted me. Suddenly, four words escaped from her lips, "You gonna get raped..." The shadow she casts bore remarkable similarities to the devil, then I looked at the reflection in her spectacles. I saw the sweat running down my face, my bloodshot eyes filled with tears, the seven beast subjugating me, my fate. My cries of help were only meant with the heckling of that wretched geezer, who's visage resembles that of Madea, and the breathing of the seven. They took off my suspenders, tore through my limited edition Capt. Kirk replica uniform, and bounded me with rope. Then my mom got scared And said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air Living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear there're prissy, bourgeois and all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

  • 07.08.2010 12:00 PM PDT
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Posted by: Apollo DZ
I can't tell the trolls from the idiots anymore. It's like the trolls have adapted; copied the idiots' DNA.

It has been reported that some victims of r@pe, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not wake up. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren't being raped. The only way that they realized they needed to wake up was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to wake up. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and please wake up.

  • 07.08.2010 10:45 PM PDT

read some Lovecraft dudes.

  • 07.09.2010 2:05 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Never make me angry. I am a Hitman and I can easily find you and take you out.

Holycrap I almost crapped my pants with the watcher and statues! I just wanted to go to bed, but now I can't

  • 07.09.2010 2:12 PM PDT

Never make me angry. I am a Hitman and I can easily find you and take you out.

Holyfukingcrap! Now I seriously cannot sleep :( The last words you read are alway's scary! He was friggin under the bed! D:

  • 07.09.2010 2:39 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Get out of my house.
Mars If olive oil is made of olives and vegetable oil is made out of vegetable, what is baby oil made out of......OMG!!! O.0

Posted by: Kellzofligin
I know a really creepy story, but It's sort of long so I'll summarize it:

A young boy is asleep in his bed, or at least, pretending to sleep. He knows that if he shows that he is awake, he shall die.

Earlier in the night, the boy was awakened by the spectacle of a large man-shaped creature, completely devoid of hair, walk in slightly hunched, akin to a caveman. In the creature's grasp, were the bloody corpses of his parents.

With intelligence far surpassing that of a caveman, the creature posed the mother in a chair, facing the child. He placed the father in a similar manner, on the end of the child's bed. Again, his parent's blood-ridden face looked towards him.

Its hands drenched in blood, the creature scrawled a pentacle onto one of the room's wall. Underneath it, it wrote a line of words illegible to the child's nearly-closed eyes.

Finishing his "Masterpiece" the creature moved under the child's bed with nary a sound. It lay there, waiting for the child to awake.

Soon mustering the courage to look, the child opened his eyes and read the message.

"I know you're awake..."


Good story

  • 07.09.2010 2:49 PM PDT