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Posted by: Koolywizz
Whats peoples opinoins on the story I made?


It was good. It had some potential.

Kinda made me feel more sad then scared.

  • 03.21.2008 11:30 AM PDT
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First of all, I have to say that i love this theard. I love stuff like this, and had to submit a story. This is my shot at a scary story. And I am going to joing your group for sure.


Dont Worry, Be Happy

The family was excited as they towed a truck full of their belongings to their new house. They had just recieved the call the previous day from the landlord telling them that they could move in whenever. They decided to move sooner than later, and arrived at the house around dawn. The two children jumped out of the truck as soon as it stopped, and started surveying their new surroundings. The landlord appeared not long after, wishing the family luck in moving in.

The family moved in all of the boxes, and started unpacking. Further surveying of the house made the family notice a small, but heavy wooden door in the basement. After prying it open they found a small, nook-like room. The floor of the room was a few feet above the ground, and it was so small that the daughter of nine years old couldn't stand up in it. The family found the room creepy, but decided to use it as a storage room for all of the extra stuff that didn't really fit in anywhere.

After a month or so of comfortable living, the thirteen year old son decided to go to the storage room to find a box of his stuff that he never unpacked. He opened the small, yet heavy door, and crawled into the extremely dark, damp room. There was hardly any light, so feeling around was the best way to find what he was looking for. He felt around the boxes for any familiar items. After a few minutes, the son started to feel strange. Thats when a strange noise permeated the room.

"Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy now."

It was an old song, coming from one of the boxes. The son was spooked, but found the source of the noise. In one of the boxes was a mountable, singing rubber fish that sang old tunes and moved it's mouth. The son realized that there was nothing really to be afraid of, and found the box and left the room. The fish was never returned to the box.

The boy was trying to get to sleep that night, and something about the fish was bothering him. What was making it go off. The boys room was in the basement, so he was naturally spooked more than the rest of the family. After an hour or so of trying to get to sleep, he heard a noise from the storage room.

" Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry be happy now."

The fish was going off again, and this time nobody was even near it. The boy decided that the fish must be broken, and decided to venture back into the storage room to remove the batteries. The fish went off after the batteries were removed, and stayed off for the rest of the night.

The next morning, the boy told his mother about the fish. She said that it was strange, and decided to go down and look at it. On the way down the stairs the now spooky song filled the air.

" Don't worry, be happy. Don't worry, be happy now."

The son was now afraid, and the mother bewildered. They opened the storage room door, and found the fish singing there, and the batteries sitting next to the fish. The mother picked it up and opened the battery compartment. She screamed and dropped the fish, grabbing the sons hand and running back up the stairs.

That night the father disposed of the fish, and nothing else weird happened to the family for a while. One day the landlord knocked on the door. The mother answered it, and the landlord came into the house, and sat down.

" There's something I should have told you," she said, "My husband killed himself in this basement. I found his body in the small basement room."


That is my story. I know that it may not be the scariest, but it is to me because this actually happened. I'm not kidding, I am the boy in the story and this happened to me a few years ago. People can believe what they want, but this is a true story.

I have a few more ideas, and will post more stories in the future.

  • 03.21.2008 10:17 PM PDT
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Posted by: Monty Python
This is the oddest folktale I have ever read about (I first read about it in Hellboy Vol. 7: The Troll Witch and Others). It's from Malaysia:

The Penanggalan (I have no idea how to pronounce that)
One day a woman was working in the forest. A traveler came up behind he to ask for help. She was so startled she kicked her own head off (WTF?), along with her throat, lungs, stomach, and intestines (WTF?!?!). Now her head and organs fly around the forest, vampirically drinking the blood of the villagers during the night. She never sleeps. Every day at dawn she must return to her cave and soak her blood bloated organs in vinegar, so they will shrink enough to fit inside her body. During the day she walks around as a normal person, choosing that that night's victims. At dusk she leaves her body in the cave and flies around, her hanging organs twinkling like fireflies in the moonlight...


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  • 03.21.2008 10:42 PM PDT

So a Black guy and a Chinese guy walk into a bar, and they see this naked priest and...

FOOTSTEPS

A winter evening, Susie is left with her sister to spend the night at the house. Susie's mother has gone out, and left her daughter doing homework at the kitchen table.

After a few hours, Susie hears the door open and shut, and greets "Hi mum," but no response, she still continues her homework. The footsteps march upstairs. After a few seconds, the footsteps then come down, this time it is harder. Susie looks up to see the door closing, thinking her mother is running late for a meeting.

The door then opens and closes and the footsteps are creating a louder sound, as if someone is running. Susie looks up to see noone. She called her mother's name, no answer. Feeling uneasy, Susie calls her mother. "What's the matter?," Susie's mother asks "Oh nothing, I was supposed to call someone else," Susie lied. Right then she knew someone was in the house.

Frightened, Susie hides on the ground by the couch and stares at the reflection of the TV. The mysterious stepper walks in the kitchen and can be heard entering the living room, where Ssie was, but she could not see anyone. She heards the footsteps climb up the stairs again.

She remembered that her sister was still upstairs sleeping in her bedroom. Susie starts crying quietly and slowly walks upstairs. She finds her sister sleeping quietly in her room. Susie then hears the footsteps run downstairs opening every door and closing it. It gets rampant, sounding like it is getting aggrivated.

Susie screams at the creature to "get out." It obeys. The door opens and shuts with a strong force. Susie walks downstairs, frightened. She looks out the window, strangely, though, there are no footprints in the snow outside.

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  • 03.21.2008 11:25 PM PDT
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One day idecided that life was pointless so i thought that it would be a great idea to do something scary. I ran around around doing the wierdest things (we're talking about wierd scarry right) I took some stuff and did stuff with it (if i tell you i might get arrested) end of story

  • 03.21.2008 11:29 PM PDT
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To play or not to play....

I love creepy stories even if they are not true. Though I dare not read them late at night when I am alone at home (shudder). I don't always need stories to creep me out then.

  • 03.22.2008 12:10 AM PDT
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To play or not to play....

I once paddled up a river on a surf ski with a friend. We were both pretty bored and decided to see how far up river we could go in one day. As we went along we investigated a few little spots checking out rocks and what not along the way. At one point we found a small stream and paddled up the stream. There were mangroves everywhere along the edges.

The further in we went the thicker the growth of mangroves seemed to get. I remember thinking it odd as it was such a small streem and had so much growth around it. But alas we kept paddling.

Then as we paddled I heard a sound like a dog growling. But it wa snot a normal growling it sort of sounded dog like. It was coming from inside the Mangroves. I looked at my freind and he said he could hear it as well. Then I heard the growling was getting closer and it seemed to be following us as we paddled further up the stream.

For some reason I really didn't like the idea of being there. So we both turned around and paddled out of that stream.

The weird thing is the stream was on an island in the middle of a large river with no connection to the mainland. If it was a dog someone would have had to have taken it there and left it there. But it didn't sound like a normal dog to me. Dogs don't really worry me even when they growl but this growling scared me a fair bit. Especially as it seemed to be following us.

If you can imagine the stream eadges being thick with Mangroves but then beyond that just an island of sand. It sounded at first, like something behind the Mangroves following us but then I could swear it got real close at one point. I didn't really know what it was and didn't really care to find out at the time.

Imagine paddling in water with the branches of the mangroves only a few meters away and something growling on the other side of those mangroves. Not only growling but following you. Whatever the hell is there knows you are there.

The fact that me and my friend heard it and it scared us both added to the mystery.

I have a few more scary tales but alas you folks would probably have me locked up in a luney bin for telling you half of them :p

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  • 03.22.2008 12:31 AM PDT
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Why do I keep reading from this thread late at night?

  • 03.22.2008 12:38 AM PDT

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Posted by: MindTsunami 77
Why do I keep reading from this thread late at night?
Me too. It just seems so... addicting.

  • 03.22.2008 12:40 AM PDT
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Waitin'

In the peaceful neighborhood of Hallod Street, there stood five houses facing north and five houses facing south. Each house was an elegant, hand-crafted work of art that costed the owners their fair share. Each house had a family consisting of a father, mother, and at least one child. Everyday after school, the children would play together, the mothers would talk about girly things like shopping, hair, shoes, etc. And everday, a boy from a nearby neighborhood would come and sit on an old oak stump on the street corner to the east. As the sun moved, so did he. When the sun was at its zenith in the sky, he'd be sitting on the oak stump. At 4, he'd be at the third house. By 7, he'd be at the fifth house. And at 9, he'd be gone. Some of the parents thought this behavior strange, and were able to calculate precisely where the boy would be at any given time.

One day, one of the mothers called her son over and said, "Go talk to that boy and see if he wants to play." Her son said, "He's weird. I don't know if he'll want to play." But the mother insisted, and her son finally gave in. He went over to the boy, who was nearing the second house. "Hey! What's your name?" He called. "Waitin'." The boy replied. "What? Waitin'? No, I asked you your name." He said, puzzled. "Waitin'." The boy just kept looking straight ahead to the west, and stood as still as stone. "Well, what're you doing?" He asked. "Waitin'." The boy replied. Becoming impatient, the son said, "Well, why don't you come play with us?" To which the boy said nothing. The son frowned and went back to his mother. "All he said was, 'Waitin', and nothing else!" He said.

The days passed, and no matter what the children tried, the only thing the boy would say was, "Waitin'" So eventually, they just gave up. One night, while the mom and dad of the fifth house on the south side were getting ready for bed, the mom looked out the window and saw the strangest sight: The boy was standing on the corner of the north-western side of the street, his pale skin and glowing eyes shimmered in the light of the streetlamp. However, he wasn't facing west...he was facing south, and he was looking straight through the window and into the mother's eyes. "Honey, look at this." She said, slightly afraid. "What is it?" He got up and looked out. "Is that him? Is that the boy?" He asked. "Go talk to him. He must be freezing out there." She said.

So her husband threw on his robe and slippers and went out the front door. The boy stood there, unshakingly stoic, and looked over at the husband. "Hey, what are you doing?" The husband asked, approaching the boy. "Waitin'." He replied. As the husband drew closer, the streetlamp popped and the light went out. The man saw the boy's eyes in the pale moonlight. "Waitin'...fer you!" The boy hissed. He lunged at the man.

The streetlamp turned back on and the pale light flowed back onto the street. The boy was gone, and so was the husband. The wife watched from the window, shocked and horrified, as a bright light in the sky turned into a pinprick and within seconds...was gone.

Well, that's my story. What did you think. I know it's really slow and not very shocking. I'd like some feedback, please.


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  • 03.22.2008 1:16 AM PDT

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"Ordinary love is selfish, deeply rooted in desires and satisfactions. Divine love is without condition, without boundary, without change."
You are all loved beyond measure.
I, like you, am a light-sound-vibration complex that resonates with others. I have hopes and dreams and ambitions, just like you! I AM, and so are you! Yes, we are one and the same, you and I.

Not a story, but this is a perhaps a good place to link this for nostalgia. Read the book too.

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  • 03.22.2008 1:30 AM PDT

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2nd one was GOOD

  • 03.22.2008 1:35 AM PDT
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To play or not to play....

Ok here is a good one for you. (I heard it a while back it gave me goosebumps)

One night a man was driving home after finishing the nightshift. On his way home he noticed a young girl carrying a teddy bear walking along the side of the road. As it was quite late and the girl was only about twelve or so he was a bit concerned about her safety. So he pull over and asks her what is going on.

The young girl tells him she is trying to go home. The man decides to give the girl a lift home.

The girl tells him where she lives and as he drive to her house she falls asleep in the back seat.

When the man arrives at her home he decides not to wake her up but to go knock on the door and get her parents to take her inside. He finds her teddy bear and takes it with him to show the girls parents so they will believe him.

He knocks on the door and the father answers. The man explains he has his daughter in the car. The father looks at the man quite strangely and then the takes the teddy bear. The father looks a bit distraut. The man describes what happened.

The father calls the mother to the door and shows her the teddy bear. The mother then explains that the daughter was killed in a car accident along the same road a few nights before. As it turns out she had the same teddy bear as the man had with him. Only the girl was buried with the teddy bear.

Noone was in the car when he returned.

That was one drive home for the man to remember .




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V101 that r scared me. O_O; I am not going to sleep tonight now. Teh girl w/ teh teddy bear is gonna getcha! Wooooooooo! Lol. That was really scary.

  • 03.22.2008 1:59 AM PDT
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Bloody Fingers
NOTE THIS IS NOT MY STORY!
There once was a man who would travel from town to town in search of ghosts, proving he would not be frightened by them. On one occasion he stopped by a motel. As he walked in, he asked the receptionist if there were any supernatural findings in any of the rooms.
"Actually yes" she exclaimed.
"I would like to stay in that room for one night if I may" the man requested.
"Sir, you really would not want to check into that room, people have gone insane from the mere sight of the ghost."
"Oh no I do this for a living." he stated.
After much arguing over his safety, he was finally allowed to check into his room.
He placed his suitcase on his bed, and examined the room for spirits. It seemed to him the ghost had not noticed he was there. He then extracted his acoustic guitar and began to play. After playing for a few minutes, he heard noises coming from the closet across the room. The door opened slowly and a rush of hot air brushed the mans face. He continued to play, and looked over to see what would come out of the closet, keeping his expression blank.
A hand reached out, soaked with blood and torn flesh. The man continued to play, as the ghost said "I am the ghost with bloody fingers" and repeated this phrase for quite sometime.
The man, obviously not amused, continued playing the guitar. The ghost was now annoyed with the mans reaction and continued his phrase until the man finally said:
"Cool it man! Get yourself some band-aids!"

  • 03.22.2008 10:26 AM PDT

There's a small, inconspicious building called "Padraic Willoughsby and Co." in the industrial district of Birmingham, UK. Most of the time, its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, on February 29th of every leap year, there will be a small plastic container outside the front door containing business cards. On the front of the card it says in large capital letters, "PADRAIC WILLOUGHSBY AND CO. ENGLAND'S THAUMATURGICAL SPECIALISTS". On the back, in nearly inelligibly small type it says "The blood of the innocent."

Any night after midnight one can come to Paidraic Willoughsby and Co. and slide their card through the door, and the door will instantly unlock. Inside there is an empty room with white walls. No light reaches this room, except for a small sliver from the other end of the room. When you approach this room you will find that it is actually another door. When you knock on it, a voice will ask "What makes a man become exalted?" and you must respond with the phrase on the back of the card: "The blood of the innocent." The door will open and you will come into another room, a kind of lounge. Inside it you will find around 5-10 people, depending on the night, sitting around smoking and drinking brandy, all in late Edwardian period dress. There is absolutely no conversation at all in this room and, it is nearly silent except for the phonograph which plays the exact same record over and over, ad infinitum. If you attempt to speak to one of the patrons, they will promptly ignore you and pretend as if you were not there.

Towards the south wing of the room you will find a large, round table, slightly different from the others. On it will be a quill pen and a document. The document shows all of your personal information: name, birth date, place of residence, criminal record, greatest fears, etc. At the bottom of the document is a long line that asks for your signature. No one knows what happens after you sign it.

  • 03.22.2008 10:50 AM PDT

Stealing kills in a Team Slayer match is like eating food, it all goes down the same hole

Mining and tunneling through hundreds of asteroids while shooting others who are doing the same thing. It's a game. Check it out.

The second half to my story: The Bed


"What in the hell is that?" as the smell of blood and meat passed in a breeze from the strange basement that thought ran through his head. He stood there a moment, checking his options "if i walk down there it could be my last. What if that old man was hiding something own there he didn't want me to see?", being a skeptical man he wasn't about to belive any 'hocus pocus' garbage as he calls it.

He slowly and cautiously walks back down into the basement. Again, there's nothing wrong with the basement, other than the blood red candles being blown out by the sickly breeze, and the strange feeling of being watched. "Well my old mattress is, well, old. I could use this one". He approaches the seemingly flawless mattress. Checking it for anything unusual. He finds nothing wrong with it. He heads back up the into the pantry and into the living room. "Where's my floor light?" he mutters to himself.

After looking through his tools, he finds the floor light. As he picks it up he hears what sounds like footsteps, but not normal footsteps, heavy inhuman footsteps. Coming from the adjacent kitchen. He silently whips his head around, staring in the kitchen's entrance direction. Slowly setting down the floor lamp, and unholstering his pistol, the bloodied, meat like scent fills his sense of smell once again. "What the f*** is happening?" muttering quietly to himself. Slowly walking into the kitchen from the living room. Staring down the iron sight of his handgun. Entering the kitchen he finds nothing.

Upon closer inspection he sees a drop of blood on the countertop. Nothing strange or out of the ordinary happened the rest of the day. He retrieved the mattress and was able to sleep soundly that night. He even had a pleasent dream about walking through his grandfathers pasture. With a blue sky and a sweet breeze.

Things went normal the next day. He didn't tell anyone about the strange occurences that had happened the past day. The man gets ready for bed. Slowly slipping into a dream. As the dream starts, he's back down in the basement, laying on the same mattress. He can tell something is in the room but he can't move. The dream is extremely vivid. Suddenly, the sickly, bloodied, meat scent fills the air.

Then a strange humanoid figure leaps at him, bringing the darkness with it. He wakes up in a sweaty bed. His clock has a dim glow showing 4:20 am. After taking a quick look around the room he lays his head back on his pillow. But soon he realizes he's not alone. A long three digit black hand reaches from under the bed and covers his face.

A blood curdiling scream fills the night. Then is abrubtly stopped. About a half a mile away... "What about the mattress? He didn't put it back in the basement" the gun store owner states. His statement is met with am aged voice saying "hmm... He didn't take the warning, the four others did however". The store owner continues "i don't think the creature will leave the house. Its to partial to it. As long as we keep this up, no outsiders will be stealing our gold made of deer meat and deer ra-".

A heavy footstep can be heard, along with a bloodied, meaty scent being smelled. Two more bloodied screams, followed by three gunshots ripping through the night.


Three months later

An anonymous person tipped off the police about the incident. Three police men and two civilians were murdered the by an unknown serial killer. The town was evacuated by the national guard to prevent anymore murders.

  • 03.22.2008 11:26 AM PDT

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I like the bed one. The fact that it was a two parter made me really want to read the secon part. It was good, but the second part wasn't really what I expected.

I am going to be working on another one for a while and will try to post it soon.

  • 03.22.2008 12:17 PM PDT

Stealing kills in a Team Slayer match is like eating food, it all goes down the same hole

Mining and tunneling through hundreds of asteroids while shooting others who are doing the same thing. It's a game. Check it out.

Posted by: goofypooch91
I like the bed one. The fact that it was a two parter made me really want to read the secon part. It was good, but the second part wasn't really what I expected.

I am going to be working on another one for a while and will try to post it soon.


Is that good, or bad?

  • 03.22.2008 3:00 PM PDT
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**Disclaimer** These are not my stories, and I will not take credit for them. I am posting them for you guys to read and enjoy!

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.

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The Bloody Bride and Groom

One night, I was at home alone, just talking on the phone with my friend about school and stuff. I had just come upstairs from watching a scary movie and I decided to just relax on my bed. I went to my parents' bedroom to turn the light on (I have to pass it when I get to my room.) As I turned it on I saw a disturbing figure as I blinked my eyes.



There, coming towards me faster and faster was a bride with a bloody and torn up dress holding a knife and grinning at me with fierce eyes. I blinked in horror but every time I blinked she got closer.



Finally I got to my room and just sat on the corner of my bed and told my friend what I had just seen. She didn't believe me but I was still scared and made her promise to stay on the phone with me until my parents got home.



About a week or so later, I was in the washroom washing my face when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. I looked up and coming from my parents' bedroom was a dark figure. I blinked and I could make out a man in a groom's outfit that was also bloody and torn everywhere. He held a knife high up above his head and grinned menacingly at me. My dad came into the doorway and the image faded away.



I didn't see anything else until my birthday two months later. Me and four of my closest friends were sitting downstairs discussing stuff when my friends got hungry. We decided to go upstairs, but we were going to have to turn on the basement light first. I went first and as I turned it on there was a little girl at the top of the stairs. As if waiting for me, she showed me a small knife and I stared at the torn little dress she wore.



I haven't seen any more things like this, but when I'm alone, or have one person with me, if I listen carefully, I can hear the sound of footsteps coming towards me and sometimes, my friends will be able to see dark figures coming towards them.

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The Haunted Cruise

Just this summer, my grandparents paid for my entire family to go on a cruise. The extended family was included, so I got to see all of my cousins. I still hung out with cousins that I usually see -- and lucky for us, there were no adults in our ship rooms. My girl cousin and I shared one room and my brother shared one with two boy cousins that I'm close to.



All of us being teenagers, (except for me, but I can still talk with them at their level) stayed up to 3:00am together just about every night. This one night, my girl cousin was sick and my brother, one of my boy cousins, and I were alone, walking around the ship.



This late at night, the main elevators were closed, so we had to take
the glass elevators. At that moment, we were on level 7 and decided to go down to level 3 because they have interesting stuff there. Everyone knows if someone pushes the elevator to go to level 3 when you’re on level 7, it will go there first instead of a lower level.



The next thing we knew, we were going to the bottom floor, and I mean the below sea level floor! It's hard to tell the difference because the boat doesn’t sway at all. When we got the bottom, nothing happened at first.



It was the last night of the cruise and there were about 12 luggage trolleys there. However, the next second a trolley, which was slightly away from the rest, started to move in a perfectly straight line away from us. Everyone knows those things are hard to steer because the wheels were turned in a sideways direction, sharply un-turned then started moved.



Then, a nearby trolley started to move with the wheels un-turning first, but this trolley was moving towards the elevator where we still stood. With sudden fear coming over me, I pushed to button so the elevator would close, but just as I did, the main elevators (which weren’t working) opened up and a crew member stepped out. That was all we saw before the doors closed, bringing us to the third floor. After that experience, we went to my room to tell my sick cousin the story.



There are many explanations for this story, but none of them make sense. Even though that man was a crew member, he still couldn’t have gone on the main elevator (the elevator doesn’t know who he is.) Also, the boat wasn’t moving at all and it was the calmest night at sea.



That couldn’t have made the trolleys move. Even if it was that, the trolleys would have moved back and forth not in two going straight-lined in opposite directions at he same time, while all of the other trolleys stood still. That wouldn’t explain how the wheels un-turned by themselves and also why the elevator took us down there in the first place.

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Ghosts in the House

It all started when I was about six years old. My family and I moved to a house in Lyndhurst, New Jersey. A two-story home on the a street called "Page." The house was beautiful... on the outside. What was held within was scary part.



At first, there wasn't much to notice, just footsteps and a few sounds. Then things began to vanish or break. My brother and I were at the ages of six and seven, so we were often blamed. Next were the doors. While laying on the bed, my door (it was a plastic sliding door) came off its hinges and began to flap violently. Soon, it became a nightly thing. It was back on its hinges the next morning, so naturally my parents didn't believe me. That was it... for a awhile.



Next, were the ghosts or spirits. My brother woke up one evening and discovered a ghostly figure levitating an inch above his face. The figure was of a woman wearing a white dress who called herself "The woman in White." My brother and I kept a journal to depict everything that happened in the house.



One day, I was sitting on a couch and was suddenly thrown to the ground. It felt like some kind supernatural force had slammed me to the ground. I was held there for a few minutes. I tried to push myself up but again I was pushed down. This ghost had a different feeling from the "Woman in White," it felt evil. After my sister was born, everything cooled down... for a little while.



My brother watched a dark figure of a man come down upon him and pummel him, causing bruises on his stomach, back and chest. The figure called himself "The Man in Black." My brother tried to show the ghosts to my mother but they vanished every time he tried. We both were thrown from our beds. We were hit more often as we got older. Three years after my sister was born she asked my brother, my parents and I who the lady by her crib was the night before. My parents did not know, but my brother and I did.



The scariest thing was that the ghosts never revealed themselves to adults, only children. We moved when I was ten, I am now fifteen. To this day, when I tell my parents about the spirits, they still don't not believe me.




[Edited on 03.22.2008 3:25 PM PDT]

  • 03.22.2008 3:20 PM PDT

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Posted by: Glue Sniffer
This is the Scariest Story I have ever read.
somebody post it i cant get to the place on my computer

  • 03.22.2008 3:30 PM PDT

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Posted by: Glue Sniffer
This is the Scariest Story I have ever read.
somebody post it i cant get to the place on my computer


Same here.

  • 03.22.2008 3:53 PM PDT
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Posted by: Valiant Jedi
Posted by: kamazee
Posted by: Glue Sniffer
This is the Scariest Story I have ever read.
somebody post it i cant get to the place on my computer


Same here.


It took me 20 minutes to read that, there is no way that's fitting withouting taking like 2 pages lol.

  • 03.22.2008 4:20 PM PDT

Ma5ter M

gruesome and freaky stories, cool though

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  • 03.22.2008 4:36 PM PDT