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Mango Is My Name, Halo Is My Game!

Once a flood tea bagged me!

  • 07.18.2010 6:52 AM PDT
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Statue scared me.

  • 07.18.2010 7:17 AM PDT

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Ya, imagine the guys face when he finds out what the red was!
hahaha

  • 07.18.2010 7:28 AM PDT

tacos tacos tacos

June 5th 1993 2:05 A.M.

the gulf war was rageing millions of gallons of oil burning...but why?it was because the people there were not people...they were...vampires.........

June 5th 1993 3:33 A.M.


the armies of the u.s.a.,uk,eygypt,syria were moving on the terrorists...the great campaign!...a squad of 10 went missing while putting out an oil fire...they sent a commando squad out to find them with bite marks on thier necks


CAN ANY1 FINISH THIS????

  • 07.19.2010 2:19 AM PDT

Member since 07'! ;D

I've been reading all these stories for hours now, I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight!

  • 07.21.2010 3:42 AM PDT
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If it wasn't 7:00 in the morning I would be freaking out.

  • 07.21.2010 3:53 AM PDT
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Gordon Brown...that's it...

  • 07.21.2010 6:29 AM PDT
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Posted by: PoisonFive
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.
old copy pasta is old

  • 07.21.2010 6:49 AM PDT
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Where is the story about that thing in the Florida Keys, where you have to do certain specific things or else it will kill you.

  • 07.21.2010 7:07 AM PDT

Lurking around every corner.... Is a Halo Sequel

-GravityFML

Awesome stories, the watcher , and statue both made me tingle with fear(read it at 2:30 in the morning, alone.) If you made those up you are legend... (lol)

  • 07.22.2010 11:34 AM PDT

Only those who dare to fail greatly can ever achieve greatly.

Once upon a time, I saw a man with no head.














And he was WALKING!

  • 07.22.2010 2:00 PM PDT

Posted by: Baph117
Some asses just aren't worth the trouble.

I was on avalanche on big team battle and then i saw a ghost ank it killed me. Scary!

  • 07.24.2010 10:28 AM PDT

I laughed while reading this

The Day of Blood
THIS IS THE STORY OF A DAY WHERE THERE WAS ALL THIS BLOOD. A MAN WAS WALKING AROUND AND BLOOD STARTED COMING OUT OF HIM EVERYWHERE. THERE WAS SO MUCH BLOOD THAT IT FILLED UP AN ELEVATOR. HE WENT TO THE STORE AND THERE WAS JUST BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE! PEOPLE WERE SLIPPING IN IT AND THEY WERE ALL GROSSED OUT. HE TRIED TO GO SWIMMING AND ALL OF THE SHARKS WENT NUTS AND BITTENED EVERYBODY. HE GOT CHASED BY ALL THE VAMPIRES EVER. ONE TIME THE BLOOD GOT A KID AND A DOG. AT THE END OF THE DAY EVERYONE DECIDED THEY WOULD SEND HIM TO SPACE SO THAT HE WOULD STOP GETTING BLOOD EVERY WHERE. THE SCARIEST PART IS THAT THE MAN WAS YOU!!! (OR HE WAS A LADY IF YOU ARE A LADY) AND YOU FORGOT THAT THIS HAPPENED.

  • 07.25.2010 1:53 PM PDT
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I dont beleive in ghosts but something happened at my parents old house in Renova pennsylvania. (It's a city in the middle of nowhere and in the mountains. They rented it cuz my great grandparents live in Renova. But anyway, there was this rocking chair that was in the basement when they moved in. They liked it so they moved it upstairs, but every night it would move to the basement again. My mom got scared and the next night they closed the basement door. It still moved. So they just kept it in the basement for the month they lived there. When they talked to the guy that they rented it from my mom told him about the chair, and he said that Someboy commited suicide in the chair in the basement...Thats why I think theres something but not ghosts

  • 07.27.2010 2:01 PM PDT

Great, no sleep for me tonight...

  • 08.02.2010 2:43 PM PDT
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ok uhmm there is a girl called jo and the violet reddishstain on the couch has confused me as i rounded the corner to look at it i was surprised at the scene i ran to my room and called my dad and he told to get out of the house and go to his office and as i entered (you may fillit in if you want =) =)

  • 08.07.2010 4:01 PM PDT
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The pink monkey got angry and ate a man...........THE END

  • 08.08.2010 3:18 PM PDT

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Whoah, creepy... OP where did you find those?

  • 08.08.2010 4:56 PM PDT

It's not Hip-Hop, its Electro.... prick.

My 360 breaks on the 14th.

Now THAT is a short scary story.

  • 08.09.2010 5:50 AM PDT
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OMGZZ!!!!!!

"It's Afghanistanimation!"

"Chambers County Sheriffs department, is staging a massive man hunt tonight. This morning, the bodies of 28 year old Martin Lambert, and 20 year old Madison Roberts where found outside of Good 2 Go restaurant on I-10. The bodies where reported as ripped in half from the mid section up."

The horrible news of these deaths frighten the people inside the local bar. They're unable to take a drink from their bottles of self pity. The cold liquid looks back up at them, begging them to have one more sip of their addiction. Most of the people drop their drinks and head home for safety. Some stay behind, including one particular man. He sits in the dark corner all alone, not talking, not showing emotion of any kind. He is just there, staring at everyone who takes a drink.

"Mike, hey mike. Turn that s**t off man. I cant take it," one man says wile looking down at his bottle. His words catch the attention of the silent man. He sits there, now starring directly at him.

The bar tender says to him "Hey! Hey you over there! Are you going to get a drink or what?" The silent man does not answer, like before he just sits there. The man sitting at the bar looks over at him. "What's wrong with you man? Why are you so quite," he says to him. Once again no response.

More and more people leave the bar, all rushing home to their families, or their other nightly habits. Eventually the bar becomes a silent. Only the owner Mike, the drunk man, and the Silent man remain inside.

"Mike, didn't we know those people who got killed? I think they went to school with us," the drunken man says. "You know what I think man. I think you have had to much to drink tonight. Time for you to go home," Mike says back to the drunken man.

Shaking his hand at Mike in agreement, the drunken man says "you're a good man. I'm going home now. See ya later!"

Walking to the front door, the drunken man notices that the Silent man is watching him. He moves back and forward to see if he is actually watching his movements. Every step he takes, the Silent man moves his head with it.

"WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME," the drunken man screams in anger.
He does not answer. Without focusing more anger toward him, the drunken man walks out of the bar and into the night. The cold makes his body shiver, wile wrapping his jacket tighter around him for more warmth, he hears heavy foot steps behind him.

His heart racing at the thought of who it could be, he swiftly turns around only to find that nobody is there. "I have got to quite drinking," he says to himself.

Turning away from the where he heard a noise, he sees a tall man standing directly in front of him. His heart rate pumps even faster now, as he slowly looks up toward the mans face.

"Mike! Is that you," he says. The tall man steps closer into light, reveling his face. In front of the drunken man stands Mike, the owner of the bar.

Mike licks his lips and says to the drunken man "I'm hungry."

Shocked by what the words could mean, the drunken man only says "what?"

Mike starts to grow taller, his body stretches ripping his shirt apart. On his chest is a line going down from his neck, to his waste. They are lips.

Mikes chest opens up into a giant mouth, like a Venus fly trap. The teeth inside are like railroad spikes. Slim drips from them as the mouth moves closer, and closer toward the drunken man.

A stabbing sound hit's Mikes body. Loud beeps begin to start as he pans around his body looking for where it is coming from.

The beeps grow louder and faster as Mike panics. A shroud of fire erupts around mikes body, lighting him up like a candle. The flames melt his flesh as he runs around in pain, trying to put out the fire. Mike falls to the ground, his flesh now liquefied on the Earth. The drunken man falls to his knees in terror, "Its all a dream! Its not real, this cant happen," he says to himself.

Foot steps draw close to him, shielding his eyes with his hands he says to himself again. "Its just a dream, its just a dream, its just a dream!" A cold hand touches his shoulder. Slowly removing his hands from his eyes, the drunken man can see the Silent man, standing over him, with a weapon in hand. He says nothing to him, the Silent man just nods his head and walks away into the night. Leaving the drunken man behind, with the body of Mike all around him.

  • 08.09.2010 5:39 PM PDT
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"This bandicoot will be my general, he will lead my Cortex Commandos to world domination...

This time, I shall reign TRIUMPHANT!"

-Dr. Cortex

I was born.

Better yet, my sister was born. The end.

  • 08.09.2010 5:56 PM PDT
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Thers once was an ugly barnicel. He was soooo ugly, everyone died. The End

edit: i has bad spelinz

[Edited on 08.09.2010 8:35 PM PDT]

  • 08.09.2010 8:34 PM PDT
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"Shut up, you're only beating me by 8 kills"
"Shut up, you're like 42 years old"

GREEN EYES

Hello, my name is Bill. I live in a small town in the south were strange things are often seen and heard. I have a story that still puts chills all over me everytime I tell it, and those chills are there now. My story starts when I was five or six, and it involves me and my older brother. We have two older brothers but this story only involved us to an extent. Here goes.... My older brother, Norman, was asked to take the scraps out one night after supper. It was a normal routine for each of us, but on that night, it would change his life forever. He walked outside to empty the scraps, and that's when this whole thing began... When he got to the spot where we dump the scraps, he noticed a pair of green eyes. He didn't pay much attention, considering that we did have dogs and cats, so he continued. After he was done, they were still there, but this time, they were looking up at him with a squint to them. He started calling all of the dogs and cats names, and none of them responded, and that really took him by surprise, especially with it being time for them to eat. He noticed that the eyes was all he could see, and he got scared at that point. As he took a closer look, this thing smiled at him, and at that point, he threw the pot at it and ran back into the house to tell us what had happened. We all laughed and went about our business, but I could tell that he was telling the truth. That was the first, but still not the last of Green Eyes. As the years went bye, things got worse for him. This thing was taking over every part of my brothers life. It would lock doors on him and wake him up in the middle of the night by breathing heavy on his face. As the years went by, I started witnessing these things, like the doors locking and unlocking, the tv turning on and off and changing channels, lights going on and off, etc. One night, I couldn't sleep, so he got on the top bunk with me and told me to go to sleep.

It worked until I woke up and looked at him, and his hair was moving like a fan was blowing air in his face. I woke him up and told him what I saw and he just laughed and said that it happens to him all the time. One part of this whole ordeal that will always be in my mind happened when I was about 7. We were all out playing and we made him mad, so he went to our eldest brothers room and went to sleep. When it turned dark, we all went back in to watch tv. My mom, dad, and the rest of us was watching a movie, when he called for me from the bedroom. The tone of his voice let me know that he was scared, bad. He didn't scream at me, it was more like he could barely get it out, you know, like it took all of his effort just to say my name. I was about 30 feet from him, in the living room, and the hall led straight to the room he was in. I was afraid to even look down the hall, and the funny thing was, nobody heard him but me. He asked me again to come in the room, and to hurry. I was scared, but I proceeded down the hall. When I got close to the door opening, I was scared to go on. He said, get in here, it is in front of the bed, I want you to see it. At this point, I was frozen, and as I turned and looked through the door, and cought the expression on his face, I screamed at the top of my lungs. The whole family came down the hall, pushed me out of the way, and by the time they got to him, he was in shock. I'll never forget it, his face was blue from holding his breath, and my dad slapped him in the face to get him to breathe again. Dad looked at us with pure terror in his eyes, he could not believe that something could put this much fear in someone, and he held him all night so that he could sleep knowing that he was ok. Things did get worse, because soon, it all started happening to me. The only time that I ever saw it was in my bedroom. It had large green eyes, and they were squinted. At one point, it would call out your name, when you were alone, even in daylight.

A few years later, he got married and moved into a trailer about 50 yards away. At this point in time he was moving out of his bedroom which was a few years old from an addition. I wanted a new room, but his was one that I really didn't want to be in at all because of the things that were heard and seen by him in there. I did move into it in time. When he moved out, things were fine for about six months for him, the only reason was that this thing turned its intentions on me, and I knew that I was in trouble. The same things that he was hearing, I started hearing. My name was called, lights turned on and off, the tv would turn on and off, even when other people was in the room with me. I would have friends over and they wouldn't even know of the occurences and they would wake me up in terror and ask me about all of these things and I would tell them the story. Many of our family members experienced these things. Soon, it turned it's sights back on him and this time it was stronger. It would actually wake him up and be on top of him. At one point, it told him that it was back, and that it was stronger and that this was it's house and for him to leave. A few years later, enough was enough. They asked a priest to come and bless the house, and he agreed to do so. I remember that day well, because at that point, I had gotten married and had a son, and I lived close to him. He had two kids of his own, which would at times play with a friend that was not there. So he summoned the priest. I stayed at home that day, just to see what would happen. I did not go in, instead, I stayed outside. After they came out, the priest said another prayer and left quickly. Then my brother told me what had happened. The priest had just made it through the door, when he turned to my brother and his wife and said, " Do you feel that?". My brother was scared, although he had lived with this for several years. To see the Priests face turn pale, was overwhelming for him.

When they got to the kitchen, the priest stopped, and told them not to move because it was in the room with them. The priest started sweating and praying and told my brother, this is not a spirit, it is the devil himself. He fought with this thing, spiritually, and the room got very cold, and that's when the priest said that it was running to the back room. They all ran to the back room, where the priest cornered it in the left side of the closet. After this was all done, he spoke with my brother and told him that he could not guarantee that the spirit would not come back, but he did say that if it did, it would be twice as bad. Things were fine for about a year, then out of the blue, it was back.Once he was working on the water line under the sink in the kitchen when something started rubbing his back. He thought nothing of it and kept on working. It started again and he thought that it was his wife, so he turned around, and nothing was there, and at that point, he knew that it was back. He ran, and yelled for his wife and found her in the bathroom where she said that she was for about 45 minuts. She didn't hear him screaming until he opened the door. On one occasion, he saw a little girl run through the living room,and vanish into the bedroom, not to be found. If I told you of all of the occurences over the years, It would be book length, but I may add to this story from time to time because he's probably being bothered as we speak. The last time that he said it bothered him was about a month ago when he was sitting at the table with his wife. They were talking, and a glass from on top of the refrigerator was lifted and floated across the room, within inches of them, and placed on the floor in front of the door. They just looked at each other and said " Did you see that?"

They have become used to these things happening, and friend and family also experience things while being in their house. Over the years, he has shown me bruises on his arms, throat and legs, where it has grabbed him, and one night it picked him up by the ankles and dangled him over his wife until she woke up and he fell on top of her. After all of these years of evil that he has seen, it has slowly taken over his life, although he refuses to believe that. For the past few years, he has turned evil himself, disowning his family, picking fights over nothing, and lashing out at everyone over simple things. I love my brother, and I know that this thing has a hold on him and is taking control. Well, that's the end for now, but rest assured I will tell you more because I know that this thing is not going away. There are several things left out of this story because It is quite long anyways, but If you want to know more, please *-**** me. For all of you out there who are laughed at when you tell your story, just remember that there are people out there just like you and me who know the truth and the truth is that there is something else out there, there are things that can't be explained, and people like us that see and hear things all the time. We are not crazy, we have just been chosen to see and hear these things to let people know that they are there, and that they are not going away anytime soon.......

Not mine.

  • 08.10.2010 12:22 PM PDT