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  • 06.12.2011 11:36 AM PDT
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you pooped a hammer, and there was nuttin you could do bout it.

  • 06.14.2011 11:39 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Posted by: DrMod
The last man on earth sat in a room. there was a knock on the door. the end.
If he was the last man on Earth, then who was door?

  • 06.16.2011 12:52 AM PDT


Posted by: badthings
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
So, Beatrice was a little girl and killed Holly or was it a weird mirror?

  • 06.16.2011 1:07 AM PDT

YOU FOOL! THE GOD OF HELLFIRE HAS NO NEED FOR COUPONS!


Posted by: hisfamily

Posted by: badthings
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
So, Beatrice was a little girl and killed Holly or was it a weird mirror?

Yeah, pretty much. It's sorta like that story, Emerald Eye.

  • 06.17.2011 11:59 PM PDT

Eagle Rock Blue

WHO ARE WE?!

Here it goes!!...... YOUR COUP!!!! AHH p]retty scary amirite?

  • 06.18.2011 8:43 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

ya no its based off the fact the cartels are getting desperate to get drugs across the border not the stereotype

  • 06.18.2011 4:43 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!
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EVERYONE READ, SOME SCARY -BLAM!- COMING

1) I was about 5 and I woke up scared and sweating, I had a toy truck that made noises, but it had NO POWER LEFT.
The truck started making honking noises, then it rolled of a shelf and landed in a box, I wasn't dreaming.

2) I have one of those beds with a desk under it and had a lamp on under the bed. I woke up scared (again, but I was about 12 this time) and I saw something against the wall so I looked at the lit-up wall. Suddenly, I felt freezing cold and shadow passed over the entire wall, my bed shook and shuddered and the shadow dissapeared altogether in one go

3) This one was only a few weeks ago, I woke up hot and scared despite having normal dreams (notice the pattern?) and the bed started rumbling, more vibrating than shaking. A smell of tobacco filled the room and smoke came over the sides of the bed. I looked over the side and it stopped completely. I just stared nervously around the room until morning.

4) When my dog died, I kept seeing shadows of an animal walking around the landing, hallway and once in my parent's bedroom. Nobody believed me.

5) I woke up with a strange tingling feeling and the smell of cigars in my room, something tickeled my chest so I looked. I found a long, perfectly white feather lying in the center of my chest, so I put it on a table in the corner of my room.
In the morning, I asked my mum/mom/mother what it meant and she said it means I have a guardian angel but she wouldn't believe it actually happened. I went upstairs to find the feather but it wasn't there.

NOTES
I can see glimpses of my future and events that will happen.
My nan (Grandma) found a white feather as well
My house was hit by a bomb during WWII
My dead grandpa used to smoke and he was very attached to me until he died.

-ALL TRUE STORIES I PROMISE-

  • 06.19.2011 5:42 AM PDT
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[b]I looked at the demo for MW3![b] AGAGHRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111!!!!111

Here's one for people who have no lives:
I was playing Forge Mode in the 1st week of Halo Reach and two things happened:
1) A yellow sniper rifle appeared in mid air and fell through the floor
2) A grenade appeared in mid-air and stuck me, I was alone in the game

I r loloollolollollokov

Here we go...
*DEEP BREATH*
CHOKKY BIK_BICKZ!!!

Sorry, I have too much energy. ;&

[Edited on 06.19.2011 8:57 AM PDT]

  • 06.19.2011 8:56 AM PDT

If I had any dignity, that might have been degrading.

well, i don't really have the story yet, but i do have the concept. it's all based on a nightmare i had, and a mental picture i got when i woke up.

It's titled "SKIN" and it's sort of a paranomrmal story. not ghost paranormal, just not possible. the creature will heal you and make you stronger, but at a terrible price. i don't know what the "price" is, but the only thing i saw/heard in my dream was this: "no, please! my eyes, my eyes haven't grown back!" and the visual was just a close up of a bloody face with rolled back eyes.

the creature, as i think of it, is a limp, wrinkled human, with veins and arteries showing on the skin. it has no muscle or bones, and it's back has a long slit down the spine area. it has empty eye sockets, with black behind them. it has no lips, and it's teeth are just spiny tentacle looking things. it is pale and bloodstained, and from the back slit, many, many veins are fanning out, creating a slender man effect.

is anyone wants to write a story on this, please do.

  • 06.22.2011 2:42 PM PDT

Ok here's a story I wrote. I don't really write stories very often (as in, never), especially scary/creepy ones, but I hope you guys like it. It will be split into two posts.

Shift (pt.1)

"Hey! Are you alright?"

"Is he alive?"

"How's he still in one piece?"

"Hey....Hey!" The muffled voices were becoming clearer as I regained consciousness. Someone was shaking me, trying to wake me.

I was fully conscious for a minute before I opened my eyes. I tried to figure out my situation before I decided to let these strangers know I was aware. What happened? Where am I? Who are these people? Who...am I? My mind was completely devoid of even the most basic information about myself. The strangers I heard talking around me likely had some answers for me. I opened my eyes.

"Thank God!" said the man shaking me, a very fat man with glasses that didn't quite seem to fit his enormous cranium. "I thought you were a -blam!- gonner!"

There were three other onlookers that, despite being close by, almost seemed to be keeping their distance, as if they were afraid of something. They all had a similar countenance upon them, a mixture of joy for my well being and incredulous terror. Why they had such a conflicting look on their face was beyond my comprehension, and only added on to my bewilderment.

I surveyed my surroundings and saw that I was laying on the floor of a men's bathroom. The single working light was very dim and constantly flickering on and off. One of the mirrors was broken, and all the stalls were open and empty. One of the stall doors had been ripped off its hinges and the stall's toilet was clogged and overflowing. The five of us were at the far end of the room, farthest from the door.

I stood up, and the fat man backed slightly away as he rose with me. I only now noticed how cold it was. It was freezing. Well, I was freezing. The others, dressed somewhat warmly, seemed to be unaffected by this unbearable temperature. It didn't help that I was dripping in a cold, sticky sweat. My clothes were completely drenched in my perspiration, effectively adding what seemed like 10 pounds onto me. As I was shivering in my own sweat, the others' expressions remained unchanged. I began to ask what was wrong before I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror...and understood completely.


~


I was completely drenched in blood. I was in no pain, other than a slight headache, and had no wounds to speak of. It isn't my blood. A crimson coating of the somehow fresh, yet somehow cold, fluid transformed me into a sight that would make even Dexter Morgan a bit squeamish. How the hell can I remember the name of a fictional TV character and not know who the -blam!- I am?! Something on my shirt caught my eye. I wiped the red blood stain from a rectangular piece of plastic pinned to my shirt pocket. Frank. Was that my name tag? Am I Frank? I then spoke for the first time since waking, and for all I knew, the first time in my life.

"Is this me? Am I Frank?" I demanded. "And who are you people? Where are we? What happened? Why the -blam!- am I soaked in b-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down, Frank," said a tall, wiry man that looked about 30. "It's us. You don't remember anything?"

"Nothing. Not you, not me, not anything..." I trailed off, waiting for some answers.

My sudden amnesia seemed to bewilder them as much as it did me. After a brief silence, the fat man adjusted his glasses and introduced himself to me. "Gordon. I'm your boss." The others followed suit. There was Tony, the tall, wiry man from accounting. He said I worked next to him. I have never seen that man in my life. Aaron and Jessica were new interns at the office, still in college. They were close together, his arm around her, suggesting the two were a couple. Nothing rang a bell or triggered any flashbacks, any memories at all.

After all were introduced, Gordon began to give his best narration of what happened.


~


"Ok, I'll start from the beginning. Tonight is Christmas Eve. Most everyone in the building decided to take a vacation, 'sides the five of us, two more on this floor, Nate and John (a solemn expression washed over his face as he mentioned these two co-workers), a couple custodians, and a few guys on the third floor. If not for the quadruple overtime bonus, this place would be dead silent...well, even more so than now," he chuckled nervously.

"Well," he continued, "we were getting near closing when...when it happened." He paused, struggling to continue, as if he couldn't figure out how to explain what happened.

"You, Nate, and John were taking off a couple minutes early for some drinks. As you got on the elevator, I saw...I saw...I can't describe it. I don't know," he trailed off.

"Well?!" I was getting exasperated at his vagueness. "What did you see?"

"I saw a thing, a monster, an animal, a person, a ghost, I don't -blam!- know what it was," his eyes were wide with fear. "I saw something shapeless, dark, and with no face. It grabbed the three of you while the elevator doors closed." He paused, as if waiting for me to remember.


~

[Edited on 06.23.2011 12:54 PM PDT]

  • 06.23.2011 12:50 PM PDT

Shift (pt.2)

"And then...we," he motioned to himself and the others with us, "could hear screaming and shouting coming from inside the elevator. There was banging and scraping and more screaming...and then silence."

"As soon as the noise stopped, the power went out. Like somehow one caused the other..." He went on, "There was a terrible stench coming from the elevator doors. It was a horrible, completely overpowering stench that you can't imagine. It was more than just the smell of a few dead bodies. It was like a rotting corpse, amplified a thousand times." Gordon appeared nauseous just talking about it.

"The stench was almost like a wall that forced us away. While Tony looked for the custodians to help get the elevator out, the rest of us went to the break room to get away from the smell."

"Did anyone call the cops?" I asked.

Aaron spoke up this time. "Yeah, I tried 'em but they said it'll be hours before they get anywhere in this blizzard." Jessica held him tight.

"And we can't go anywhere," Tony added angrily. "The custodians left in a hurry and locked the parking lot gate behind them. I caught them as they were locking up. They said...they 'saw it' and they wouldn't open the gate. They said it wasn't worth our safety if it meant that thing could get back out. -blam!- bastards!" Tony punched the stall door nearest us. The sound reverberated throughout the bathroom. "The guys on the third floor left early too, I think. Their cars weren't in the parking lot. So, we're the only ones here."

After a short silence, Gordon continued. "We waited in the break room for probably 2 hours before the power came back on. Probably a minute after that, the elevator doors opened, and you, Frank, stumbled to the bathroom. We heard some loud crashes coming from the bathroom," Gordon was looking in my direction, again pausing as if waiting for me to remember. "The elevator was a mess, and you brought a trail of blood all the way here." I noticed a trail of bloody footprints from the door to myself.

"Are Nate and John..." I began to ask, but couldn't finish. Gordon just shook his head sullenly.

"When we saw you staggering to the bathroom, we came to check on you," Gordon said. "You were passed out on the floor, drenched in blood. Which brings us to the present."


~


We sat in silence as I took in everything I just heard. I was shivering again, but not because of the temperature. Whatever that...thing was, it was able to brutally murder two grown men. Why I was untouched was a mystery.

"So this thing you saw, the thing that grabbed us, can you describe it better? Did you see it get off the elevator?"

After a long, discouraging silence, Jessica spoke for the first time. "No one saw it get off the elevator. But, I also saw it when it grabbed you, Frank," she said weakly. "It was sorta tall, it was dark, like a shadow, and it had a head but no face and no shape." Her description was as creepy as it was cryptic. "And it smelled terrible. I smelled it as soon as I saw it, even before...before it killed Nate and John."

"So it could be anywhere in this building right now?" I asked anxiously.

"Yeah. We locked the bathroom door, but I'm not sure it'll do much good." Gordon's eyes were shining with fear.

"But the cops should be here soon," Aaron added quickly, as much to reassure himself as us.

The others nodded in agreement, but our attitudes were unchanged. We were still stuck in a bathroom in an office building in the middle of a blizzard, with a homicidal creature on the loose.


~


The odor was faint at first. But it gradually grew stronger and stronger until it was almost overpowering.

"Do you guys smell that?" someone anxiously voiced. We all nodded slowly with tense anticipation. Everyone else was grimacing and covering their nose.

But something was wrong. The others described the stench as terrible, worse than anyone can imagine. But the odor that filled my nostrils was different; it was...peculiar. It was...Delicious. The smell grew and grew in strength. My memories came flooding back at the point where the scent became irresistible. I remembered everything. I knew how Nate and John died.

And I knew how Frank died.


~


Due the increasing odor, the others now had their eyes tightly shut. They were covering their noses to no avail. Tears were streaming down Gordon's face. His glasses were removed and on the floor. They couldn't bear the stench.

My stench.

Similarly though, I could no longer resist the delicious scent now overpowering my senses.

Their scent.

I was no longer disgusted at the blood covering my body. This crimson candy could not be any more wonderful! I could feel my skin begin to crawl. My features were slowly fading away. My body darkened. I began to lose my shape.

By the time anyone else opened their eyes and saw my true form, it was too late. That wonderful scent. The odor overpowered my senses. I did not hear their pleas for mercy as I, savoring every second, approached them. That delicious scent. I did not hear their agonizing shrieks as I sadistically ripped them to shreds, one by one. That irresistible scent. I did not see the crimson massacre as it took place, before my fading eyes, by my disappearing hands. Nothing, not the noise nor the deafening silence that followed, could break this trance, this hypnotic state, caused by this unimaginably overwhelming scent. Except the taste.

Only the taste of the blood and flesh of this glorious, gory meal would be enough to break my odor-induced stupor. But I knew, from my recently recovered memory, that eating from more than one human at once could prove fatal. I couldn't risk death for foolish gluttony, no matter how irresistible the smell or taste. So, I chose the one person that would satisfy my hunger the most, and voraciously began my feast.


~


"Hey! Are you alright?"

"Is he alive?"

"How's he still in one piece?"

"Honey? Come on, wake up. Please!" The muffled voices were becoming clearer as I regained consciousness. Someone was shaking me, trying to wake me. It was a woman, and she was sobbing. I could feel her tears splashing upon my face.

I opened my eyes, and could barely make out the outline of the sobbing woman before me, and several men in blue uniforms.

"Thank Goodness, Honey!" the woman joyfully exclaimed as I blinked up at her, bewildered. "I thought you were...were...dead." Her voice was shaking.

"Oh! You can't see a thing, can you, dear?" The woman reached for something on the stained tile floor, a few feet to her right. "Here are your glasses, Gordon."

[Edited on 06.23.2011 1:09 PM PDT]

  • 06.23.2011 12:51 PM PDT

Hi

^
I wont be able to sleep thinking about that story!

  • 06.23.2011 8:09 PM PDT

Well, mission accomplished then. :)

  • 06.24.2011 12:50 AM PDT

Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun duun dun dun dun!



"And then...we," he motioned to himself and the others with us, "could hear screaming and shouting coming from inside the elevator. There was banging and scraping and more screaming...and then silence."

"As soon as the noise stopped, the power went out. Like somehow one caused the other..." He went on, "There was a terrible stench coming from the elevator doors. It was a horrible, completely overpowering stench that you can't imagine. It was more than just the smell of a few dead bodies. It was like a rotting corpse, amplified a thousand times." Gordon appeared nauseous just talking about it.

"The stench was almost like a wall that forced us away. While Tony looked for the custodians to help get the elevator out, the rest of us went to the break room to get away from the smell."

"Did anyone call the cops?" I asked.

Aaron spoke up this time. "Yeah, I tried 'em but they said it'll be hours before they get anywhere in this blizzard." Jessica held him tight.

"And we can't go anywhere," Tony added angrily. "The custodians left in a hurry and locked the parking lot gate behind them. I caught them as they were locking up. They said...they 'saw it' and they wouldn't open the gate. They said it wasn't worth our safety if it meant that thing could get back out. -blam!- bastards!" Tony punched the stall door nearest us. The sound reverberated throughout the bathroom. "The guys on the third floor left early too, I think. Their cars weren't in the parking lot. So, we're the only ones here."

After a short silence, Gordon continued. "We waited in the break room for probably 2 hours before the power came back on. Probably a minute after that, the elevator doors opened, and you, Frank, stumbled to the bathroom. We heard some loud crashes coming from the bathroom," Gordon was looking in my direction, again pausing as if waiting for me to remember. "The elevator was a mess, and you brought a trail of blood all the way here." I noticed a trail of bloody footprints from the door to myself.

"Are Nate and John..." I began to ask, but couldn't finish. Gordon just shook his head sullenly.

"When we saw you staggering to the bathroom, we came to check on you," Gordon said. "You were passed out on the floor, drenched in blood. Which brings us to the present."


~


We sat in silence as I took in everything I just heard. I was shivering again, but not because of the temperature. Whatever that...thing was, it was able to brutally murder two grown men. Why I was untouched was a mystery.

"So this thing you saw, the thing that grabbed us, can you describe it better? Did you see it get off the elevator?"

After a long, discouraging silence, Jessica spoke for the first time. "No one saw it get off the elevator. But, I also saw it when it grabbed you, Frank," she said weakly. "It was sorta tall, it was dark, like a shadow, and it had a head but no face and no shape." Her description was as creepy as it was cryptic. "And it smelled terrible. I smelled it as soon as I saw it, even before...before it killed Nate and John."

"So it could be anywhere in this building right now?" I asked anxiously.

"Yeah. We locked the bathroom door, but I'm not sure it'll do much good." Gordon's eyes were shining with fear.

"But the cops should be here soon," Aaron added quickly, as much to reassure himself as us.

The others nodded in agreement, but our attitudes were unchanged. We were still stuck in a bathroom in an office building in the middle of a blizzard, with a homicidal creature on the loose.


~


The odor was faint at first. But it gradually grew stronger and stronger until it was almost overpowering.

"Do you guys smell that?" someone anxiously voiced. We all nodded slowly with tense anticipation. Everyone else was grimacing and covering their nose.

But something was wrong. The others described the stench as terrible, worse than anyone can imagine. But the odor that filled my nostrils was different; it was...peculiar. It was...Delicious. The smell grew and grew in strength. My memories came flooding back at the point where the scent became irresistible. I remembered everything. I knew how Nate and John died.

And I knew how Frank died.


~


Due the increasing odor, the others now had their eyes tightly shut. They were covering their noses to no avail. Tears were streaming down Gordon's face. His glasses were removed and on the floor. They couldn't bear the stench.

My stench.

Similarly though, I could no longer resist the delicious scent now overpowering my senses.

Their scent.

I was no longer disgusted at the blood covering my body. This crimson candy could not be any more wonderful! I could feel my skin begin to crawl. My features were slowly fading away. My body darkened. I began to lose my shape.

By the time anyone else opened their eyes and saw my true form, it was too late. That wonderful scent. The odor overpowered my senses. I did not hear their pleas for mercy as I, savoring every second, approached them. That delicious scent. I did not hear their agonizing shrieks as I sadistically ripped them to shreds, one by one. That irresistible scent. I did not see the crimson massacre as it took place, before my fading eyes, by my disappearing hands. Nothing, not the noise nor the deafening silence that followed, could break this trance, this hypnotic state, caused by this unimaginably overwhelming scent. Except the taste.

Only the taste of the blood and flesh of this glorious, gory meal would be enough to break my odor-induced stupor. But I knew, from my recently recovered memory, that eating from more than one human at once could prove fatal. I couldn't risk death for foolish gluttony, no matter how irresistible the smell or taste. So, I chose the one person that would satisfy my hunger the most, and voraciously began my feast.


~


"Hey! Are you alright?"

"Is he alive?"

"How's he still in one piece?"

"Honey? Come on, wake up. Please!" The muffled voices were becoming clearer as I regained consciousness. Someone was shaking me, trying to wake me. It was a woman, and she was sobbing. I could feel her tears splashing upon my face.

I opened my eyes, and could barely make out the outline of the sobbing woman before me, and several men in blue uniforms.

"Thank Goodness, Honey!" the woman joyfully exclaimed as I blinked up at her, bewildered. "I thought you were...were...dead." Her voice was shaking.


TL;DR,but it looked like a good Fast and Furious movie

  • 06.24.2011 1:06 AM PDT

Vegans never die they just regrow.

That Story about the German Medic right in the beginning of this thread ..I'm German and 42 years old and my Grandpa was in WWI and WWII he told me that medics actually gave their blood in supply shortages, so this is fact. But he also told me that they took off the skin of the recently killed soldiers to patch up wounds. This only helps a short while, but long enough to get them to a field hospital. So this was also fact. So some things sound creepy but are true .

  • 06.24.2011 4:39 AM PDT

Salutations. Have a nice day good sir! * tips hat *

LOL I took a hiatus from this site ( on a different account though ) for like a year and this is still one of the top threads. I also remember the slender man one, what happened to that? *sigh* flood i missed you and you random awesomness. :3

[Edited on 06.24.2011 7:34 AM PDT]

  • 06.24.2011 7:32 AM PDT

There was a small town. This town had a restraunt. It was a a small simple place. A typical small town burger joint. The fry-cook was a humble, lower-middle class man. He was a hard worker, but one day he would be the victim of an accident that would be terrible. He was cutting onions for the burgers, when his elbow slipped, and his hand was cut off. He couldn't afford surgery, and he didn't have the worker's comp for it. He was resourceful, and had an idea. He took the spatula he used to flip the burgers, and tied it to his wrist for a makeshift hand replacement. This was horrible for him, but it would be good enough. He never, used this for long, as on his way home that night, a commuter bus came and ran him over while he was crossing the street. No one seemed to have major concerns. Another fry cook could be hired, and he never had any close personal relationships with anyone.

Nowadays it's urban legend in the town that his ghost still lingers in the restraunt. According to this story, there are 3 signs that signal when his spirit is near and active:

1: The simple wall lights of the restraunt will uncontrollably flicker on and off.
2: The simple payphone of the restraunt will ring, and when it is answered nothing is heard on the other end.
3: A phantom bus will appear and be silently moving across the street outside.

[Edited on 06.24.2011 9:42 PM PDT]

  • 06.24.2011 9:38 PM PDT

^

Beware, the terrifying...HASH-SLINGING SLASHERRRR!!!!

  • 06.24.2011 11:21 PM PDT

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[Edited on 06.25.2011 2:56 AM PDT]

  • 06.25.2011 2:14 AM PDT

And suddenly the walls will ooze green slime!

  • 06.25.2011 10:36 PM PDT

Oh my god that is haiarious you freaking copied spongebob that is so stupid hahaha lol!!!

  • 06.26.2011 10:27 AM PDT

1.) "Crack In Time" - Louder Production Music
2.) "Agressive Sucks" - Moss Landing
3.) Custom Version of "Meet Oscar" - Louder Productions Music
4.) "Behind You Rise" - Distortion Music
5.) "Aurora" - Mark Petrie
6.) "Surge Down - Audio Machine


Posted by: DarkSpyda04
And suddenly the walls will ooze green slime!

No wait, they always do that

  • 06.26.2011 10:30 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

trysten

how would they all be in the wrong house....

  • 06.26.2011 8:35 PM PDT

trysten

i dont get it???
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.

  • 06.26.2011 10:33 PM PDT