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go on google type in carmen winstead. scary

  • 05.26.2011 4:34 PM 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

Who Was Conversing with Me on the Cellular Phone?

I was sharing a passionate kiss with my romantic interest, when my cellular phone alerted me that someone wished to converse with me. The man on the phone inquired as to what I was engaging in with his daughter. Assuming this man was my romantic interest's father, I explained the conversation I had to her. She informed me that her father was deceased. That is when I thought to myself "If her father is dead, then who was conversing with me on the cellular phone?"

[Edited on 05.27.2011 7:48 AM PDT]

  • 05.27.2011 6:35 AM PDT

I lol'd

  • 05.27.2011 2:27 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

bb

  • 05.28.2011 3:45 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Games I like:,
Half-Minute Hero
MBU
Portal
Halo 3 is the best Halo ever
Maps I like: Turf, Avalanche, Pylon, Sandbox, Breakpoint and many more.

Crossing over scared me

  • 05.30.2011 2:31 AM PDT
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ermm... ermm... *pppssssssssssssss* ahhhh.. better

  • 05.31.2011 8:00 AM PDT
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HEADSHOT OR GTFO!!

My Fanfiction


Posted by: CatWithShotGun07
In a world when the economy sucks and cats are better than dogs. Justin Bieber was born!!!!!! dun dun DUNNNNHHHH!!!
*gasp*
*insert darth vader's voice*
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

  • 06.01.2011 8:26 AM PDT

Bip. Bap. Bam.


Posted by: GoW I Lord Hood
I almost puked after the last one. O_o

  • 06.02.2011 6:11 PM PDT

i got one, it's a true story and didnt happen that long ago





George Bush got elected......twice.....

  • 06.05.2011 10:22 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

(cough) creepy tales app (cough)

  • 06.06.2011 6:07 PM PDT
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Reach beats GoW!
Reach beats CoD!!
Reach beats everything!!!

I have read a short sci-fi/thriller story that paralyzed me when I was finishing it... in school and broad daylight.

HERE IT IS. It's a word file, and it's a short story, but a good <20 page read.

[Edited on 06.06.2011 10:21 PM PDT]

  • 06.06.2011 10:21 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Posted by: duddd23
i got one, it's a true story and didnt happen that long ago





George Bush got elected......twice.....
Could be worse. Franklin D. Roosevelt served 4 terms, and yet only completed three of them. He was the only president to serve more than two terms.

  • 06.07.2011 6:55 PM PDT

This is HALO!

that was scary.

  • 06.07.2011 8:03 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

OH -blam!-!!!
Posted by: jmaximus23
I wrote this.

The Clock
One day, a young man, barely out of high school goes to a town looking for a new house. He drives by a house with a For Rent sign out front. He slows down and gets out of his car. He starts looking around the property when an elderly couple come out. They ask him if he was looking to rent the house. When he replied with a maybe the man stuck his hand out and said "Hello, my name is Alexander Barretson. I am the owner of this wonderful property." "Nice to meet you. My name is Jack Johnson, I was wondering how much this house cost to rent?" Jack said. "I am only asking for $850.00 per month." said Alexander "What!? I'll take it!" "Wait one thing. Beware the 12." said Alexander. But Jack was too happy too hear.
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Later that night...
Jack was looking around at his house. As he was walking down toward the master bedroom he saw an old cookoo clock in the hallway. "Neat." Jack continued on towards the master bedroom. Once in the room he just sighed. So he set up his couple things. (He didnt bother to take more than his laptop, his pillow, and small TV until he settled in.) He was up all night working on laptop. He looked a the old clock. It said 11:59. Jack sighed and shut off his computer. He took a quick glance a the clock, and it said, 12:00. At once the Bird came out and chirped twelve times. Then at once he heard a deep voice say "GET OUT, BEFORE YOU DIE" Jack freaked out but just ignored it. I am just tired, I am hearing things. So he went to bed.
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11:59 The Next Night
It was 11:59. Jack was tired, but when it turned twelve , he wasnt tired for very long. All of a sudden Jack turned to see a figure with horns at least 7 feet tal look him dead in the eye and say "I WARNED YOU. NOW YOU WILL DIE!" Jack screamed!
He tried to run but then the creature grabed him. Jack couldnt stop screaming. Then the figure was gone. Jack looked a the clock, it said 12:01. Jack passed out.
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1:05
Jack woke up. "What happened?" Then he remembered what happened. "I must have been dreaming, thats impossible. So Jack went to sleep.
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11:59 The Next Night
Jack was nervous. But when the clock turned 12:00 Jack heard a rustling noise behind him, and Jack turned around slowly. The same creature was there Jack started to scream. Then the creature grabbed Jack and stared him dead in he eyes.Jack went limp and all was gone.
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9:00 am
The Landlord found Jack in the corner of his room muttering strange chants in Latin. So Alexander called the Hospital. When the ambulance came they got Jack and brought him to the nearest mental facility. If you go there now you can see Jack. But if you look into his eyes you will see horrible things. Things humans arent meant to see. By the way, beware the 12.

  • 06.08.2011 9:51 AM PDT

There once was a boy named Jeromy he had a simple American life in Indiana. One summer evening his dad commited suicied because he was fired from the only job that kept a roof over his families head. His father had jumped from that 22 story building.

A couple of years later Jeromy got a job at the exact same building, it brought up some feelings. He moved all his things into his cubicul, but when he looked into his computers screen he saw his dad's crippled body. He hollered and yelped and when some people and secuirity gaurds rushed over he had told them what he saw they looked at the computer, just a blank screen.

Every time he saw the body and yelped no one saw what he had seen. After a while he got frantic when the body started talking to him. He jumped from that 22 story building.
A few years later his son had got a job at the exact same building.

[Edited on 06.08.2011 10:39 AM PDT]

  • 06.08.2011 10:36 AM PDT

"When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down happy. They told me I didn't understand the assignment, and I told them they didn't understand life."
-John Lennon


Posted by: XxB100dyMessxX
There once was a boy named Jeromy he had a simple American life in Indiana. One summer evening his dad commited suicied because he was fired from the only job that kept a roof over his families head. His father had jumped from that 22 story building.

A couple of years later Jeromy got a job at the exact same building, it brought up some feelings. He moved all his things into his cubicul, but when he looked into his computers screen he saw his dad's crippled body. He hollered and yelped and when some people and secuirity gaurds rushed over he had told them what he saw they looked at the computer, just a blank screen.

Every time he saw the body and yelped no one saw what he had seen. After a while he got frantic when the body started talking to him. He jumped from that 22 story building.
A few years later his son had got a job at the exact same building.

Pretty good.

  • 06.09.2011 7:49 AM PDT

Don't let fear of rejection stop you from going after what you want


Posted by: Connorwmcl
Who Was Conversing with Me on the Cellular Phone?

I was sharing a passionate kiss with my romantic interest, when my cellular phone alerted me that someone wished to converse with me. The man on the phone inquired as to what I was engaging in with his daughter. Assuming this man was my romantic interest's father, I explained the conversation I had to her. She informed me that her father was deceased. That is when I thought to myself "If her father is dead, then who was conversing with me on the cellular phone?"


WHO WAS PHONE?!

  • 06.09.2011 12:12 PM PDT
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I just play for fun. MLG can kiss my ass.


Posted by: Connorwmcl
Before I begin, I beg you not to read this. The consequences far outweigh the benefit of this. That being said, here is my story

Everybody knows that Charlie Daniels song "Devil went down to Georgia" right? Well, believe it or not, that -blam!-'s no joke. The Devil definitely gets bored at times and goes "soul hunting" here on earth. The thing is, he hunts musicians. I mean, let's face itwho's more desperate for fame than a musician right? All any of them wants is to be on a stage in front of thousands of people with them all cheering and -blam!-. Some get so desperate for this, they'll do anything. And by anything I really do mean ANYTHING!


Why do I know so much about all of this? Well, I'm one of those broke ass struggling guitar players you'd find in any part of the world. I've been playing for years and am an adequate musician, but not near what I'd like to be. I made a deal with the Devil not so long ago, but I'm afraid the price is just too high for me to pay off my debt to the Devil.


I suppose I should start at the only logical placethe beginning. I started playing guitar when I was 12 years old. I never took lessons because most of the players I idolized didn't and I figured I could be just as good as them without them. Turns out that I was dead wrong. I never really excelled in music in any form. I was a decent singer, guitar player, and drummer, but never more than just kind of good. I would have given anything to be as good as Hendrix. Hell, who wouldn't right? I played in a couple of crappy bands that had no chance of success but what did I care; I was the star in the bands being the more talented of any of them.


I got pretty cocky. After all, there are not a lot of greats in the middle of Nebraska and of them all I was one of the better known names. With my ego a little over-swelled, I moved west to L.A. I spent the next few months auditioning for bands, trying to start my own, and looking for crappy studio musician jobs just to pay the rent on my crappy little apartment. I called home regularly. Mostly seeing if any of the guys from the old bands wanted to come west and set up with me. Of course no one was interested in uprooting their lives for a silly childhood dream so here I was, alone in a city I hardly knew a damn thing about. I got pretty down on myself and started playing solo acoustic shows in run down bars on a relatively questionable side of town. It was after one of these gigs that my life all seemed to change.


I had just finished my first set that night, I think it was in October, but honestly I can hardly remember what day it was, let alone what month. In any case, I was sitting at the bar having a beer when a man in a white suit sat down across from me. "You have potential" he said to me. I laughed him off thinking he was some drunken fool with no idea what he was talking about. He said if I signed a contract with him, I'd be bigger than any of the names I grew up idolizing. Out of a red leather briefcase he pulled a silver pen and a contract. I wish I had looked more thoroughly at it but the header had the name of Demon Records. What was then an up and coming record company, although now I doubt you'll find it ever existed.


Without hesitation I signed the contract. The man told me to call him Lou. He gave me a cell phone with his number set to speed dial, and set me off to start my final set that night. Somehow, my hand and voice seemed to be controlled by something other than myself. I was able to sing and play notes I had only previously dreamed of in the past. Everyone in the bar began to cheer as I finished the first song. All I could think to do was to play again, and again. After an hour and a half I was too tired to continue and I ended my set with a tribute to Hendrix, only played better somehow than he had even played it


Within days I was recording an album. Weeks later I was on tour. And just two months after I signed with Demon, I was the biggest name in rock music. I had money, cars, a huge house, and any woman I wanted. Nothing could touch me. Or so I thought.


One night Lou visited me in my home. He said it was time to fulfill my end of the contract which he presented before me. In the fine print he said I was to write the true story of my fame. How I had signed a contract with the Devil in order to gain my fame. I asked him why such a simple task? It's not like anyone would believe the Devil had given me my fame. He laughed and said that once someone read my story, they were forever marked. The day they read the lines of my story, they were forever marked as the Devil's property and their soul would become his. Even after my death, the Devil will collect the souls of those poor bastards who read this.


I am truly sorry to condemn you all to hell in such a way. Had I only read the terms I might not have signed. I beg your forgiveness my dear friends, family, fans, anyone who should read this. I am truly sorry

and I'll see you all in Hell.


Nice story, but I don't believe one damn word of it.

  • 06.09.2011 12:58 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

Posted by: Caaaarrrl

Posted by: Connorwmcl
**snip**


Nice story, but I don't believe one damn word of it.
0_o

  • 06.09.2011 4:21 PM PDT

This is HALO!

I got one one for ya

The Game, All your base are belong to us, and the cake is a lie.

  • 06.10.2011 8:50 AM PDT
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A little girls parents went out for a business dinner so they hired a babysitter to watch her

Can I have some ice cream the little girl Holly asked after supper
Sure the babysitter Beatrice said Wheres the freezer beatrice asked
In the basement so are the nuts cherries and candy and stuff replied holly

When she went down to get the ice cream she looked out the window to see a little girl standing outside This didnt strike her as too suspicious and she simply brushed it off

After she had given Holly her ice cream Holly asked Can I have some hot fudge on this please
of Course was the quick reply

After Beatrice went back down into the basement to retrieve the hot fudge she looked back out the window to see the same little girl only wearing a red cape She absentmindedly wondered if the girl was playing dressup as she trudged back upstairs

Got it she deadpanned after setting the hot fudge in the microwave and putting the thick chocolate goop on the ice cream
Can I please have some nuts on this please
Really
Please
Fine she sighed already heading back down the stairs As she got the nuts out of a small cabinet in the wall she looked back out the window to see the same little girl in the red cape holding a knife

As she ran upstairs she decided she was calling the police
Ooh Thank you Holly squealed happily from her perch on her pink Disney Princess booster seat
uh yeah Hey Holly I need you to
Oh no Can I have a cherry on top please

Not wanting to alarm Holly she decided that she would go get the cherries then call the police after locking herself and Holly in the bathroom Theres no way the little girl could get inside if the windows and doors were all locked

After slowly descending down the stairs she opened the freezer with shaky arms
Daring to peek out of the window she closed her eyes before staring out it
The same little girl in the same red cape holding the same knife was there Only the knife now had blood on it

Running up the stairs scared of what might await she checked on Holly
Holly was dead a small pool of blood forming on the floor under her
She ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind her before dialing 911

When the police arrived the tearful mother and father were with them The mother approached Beatrice sobbing uncontrollably What happened

Oh God Im sorry oh God I saw this little girl with this red cape and a knife outside your basement window

The mother said we dont have any basement windows only mirrors

i didnt write this

  • 06.10.2011 1:57 PM PDT

Life is like a clogged toilet. It's full of crap until you do something about it.

I don't speak Karate!

I have a scary story!

I farted.

The end.

  • 06.12.2011 10:02 AM PDT

keithtennyson

that clown one scared the -blam!- out of me

  • 06.12.2011 10:37 AM PDT
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The last man on earth sat in a room. there was a knock on the door. the end.

  • 06.12.2011 10:38 AM PDT