| 24 Jun 2008 04:15 pm |
Ay thar Bitch! Rep: 22  Joined: 01 Oct 2007 Posts: 6,152 OFFLINE | Also about statues, the clown had escaped from a prison and dressed up as a clown. The kids that he was a doll. They fed him to keep him alive.
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 | | 24 Jun 2008 04:16 pm |
Lord of the Underworld Rep: 49 Joined: 31 Jan 2008 Posts: 11,033 OFFLINE | Dhem92 wrote:
Also about statues, the clown had escaped from a prison and dressed up as a clown. The kids that he was a doll. They fed him to keep him alive.
I remember that movie
| | | 24 Jun 2008 04:18 pm |
シス卿 Rep: 87 Joined: 07 Jan 2008 Posts: 31,404 OFFLINE | Dhem92 wrote:
Darth Nihilus wrote:
The Strange Death
It was midnight and Ana was doing her History homework. She was very tired so she felt asleep. Some hours later she woke up because she heard the rain on the window.
Ana got up and saw through the window something black. She screamed and she felt very cold, so she went to her bed and tried to sleep, but suddenly she heard the back door.
She woke up and closed her door. Ana went back to the bed and thought about something beautiful, and she fell asleep again. When she woke up in the morning, it was very early and she went to the kitchen. Suddenly she felt someone next to her but she couldn’t see anything. Then Ana fell on the floor and disappeared.
Wait, is dat a true story?
I unno. I found it. Here’s another one.
THE BEAST OF GEVAUDAN
La Bête du Gévaudan was a real wolf-like monster that prowled the Auvergne and South Dordogne areas of France during the years 1764 to 1767, killing about 100 people, often in bizarre circumstances. Every effort to stop her failed and she became nationally infamous. The King - Louis XV - took a personal interest, partly because she caused unrest in an area of tension and potential revolution. Many explanations - mutant, prehistoric beast etc. - were put forward at the time and during the two centuries since but none has ever been generally accepted. The important firm fact is that sufficient evidence remains to prove La Bête really did exist and was not just a myth. Among all the popular monster mysteries she was unique - she left behind one hundred bodies proving herself real and guilty beyond doubt. This article gives a balanced view on La Bête, about whom surprisingly little has been written outside France, where she remains a household name to respect or ridicule, according to choice. We always laugh at what we secretly fear.
This one is true.
| | | 24 Jun 2008 04:19 pm |
------SSDD------ Rep: 35 Joined: 25 Aug 2006 Posts: 12,344 OFFLINE | I’ll have a few more up later
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シス卿 Rep: 87Joined: 07 Jan 2008 Posts: 31,404 OFFLINE | Here is the beast.
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SQUiP? Rep: 61 Joined: 31 Aug 2006 Posts: 10,482 OFFLINE | CPO Fraser wrote:
I’ll have a few more up later
Will you be on Xbox live later?
Oh yeah, that’s right. My bad.
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シス卿 Rep: 87Joined: 07 Jan 2008 Posts: 31,404 OFFLINE | First of all I’m not English but gonna try my best.
Well my story begins 5 years ago we moved in a new home with 4 rooms, my brother had the room at the end of the house. Then one day while I was watching TV I saw a shadow in the hall and thought it was my little brother that woke up to go to the bathroom but I saw the shadow again and told my cousin to walk with me to look what it was.
When I got near the hall it was suddenly cold and I had a strange feeling, so at the time we walked to the hall I heard this strange noise coming from the hall, so when we looked into the hall there was a little blond boy sitting there and playing with a red play car. I was so shocked I froze and couldn’t get a sound out of my mouth.
I looked next to me to ask my cousin if he can see it too, but my cousin was gone. He ran away and as I looked in the hall again there was nothing.
So the next morning me and my cousin said nothing to my mother and when we were sitting in the kitchen my mom told us that the strangest thing had happened that night. She was lying in bed as somebody knocked on her door as she opened the door there was a little blonde boy in the hall playing. So I knew then that it wasn’t our imaginations it was real.
About two weeks later I went to sleep and as I was lying in bed trying to sleep I heard I zzzzz sound and at that moment I couldn’t move a muscle. It was like I was paralyzed and at the end of my bed there was a big black human figure with long hair looking right at me. I started praying in my head but as I prayed it was like needles getting stuck all over my body, and since then it happen about 6 to 8 times a month to me.
I really cant explain why it bothers me but I think it wants to tell me something. Some people don’t believe me but I know what I see and feel.
| | | 24 Jun 2008 04:28 pm |
Original Fruit [Jaded] Rep: 107 Joined: 02 Dec 2006 Posts: 30,626 OFFLINE | The Legend:
A couple checks into a hotel and have to put up with a foul odor in their room all night. They call the staff to complain and somebody figures out the stench is coming from the bed.
Now, there’s no way that scenario is going to have a good ending. You’re almost hoping at that point that it’ll turn out the last guest just got drunk and pooped behind the headboard. But, no, the staff take off the matress and discover the couple has been sleeping over the rotting body of a dead girl who had been stuffed in the box spring.
The Truth:
This actually happened, in Las Vegas. Also, Kansas City, MO and Atlantic City, NJ and several times in Florida and California and, well, let’s just say that in or under the bed in a hotel room seems to be a fairly popular destination for the recently deceased.
It makes sense if you think about it. The closet and under the bed are the two most popular places to hide just about anything, so it’s not surprising a hell of a lot of corpses end up there as well. In fact, the odds are pretty good that at least once a guy has killed a prostitute, tried to stuff her under the bed, only to find there was already a body there.
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The Black Dog of Hanging Hills
retold by
S. E. Schlosser
He smiled as he sipped at his coffee. It had been an excellent hike. He was glad his friend had recommended coming to the Hanging Hills in Connecticut; not the first place that had come to his mind when considering a vacation. But it was beautiful here. When his friend arrived tomorrow they would tackle some of the more challenging terrain.
“Did you have a nice hike?” asked the innkeeper as she refilled his cup.
“Yes indeed. I had some unexpected company,” he said with a smile.
“Really? I thought you were the only one crazy enough to go hiking in the rain,” she teased.
“It was a little black dog,” he said. “Cute fellow. Followed me all the way up the mountain and down again.”
He looked up from his coffee to see the innkeeper’s face had gone pale.
“A black dog?” she asked. “That’s not good.”
“Why not?”
“We have a saying around here,” she replied. “’And if a man shall meet the Black Dog once, it shall be for joy; and if twice, it shall be for sorrow; and the third time, he shall die.’” He laughed. “That’s just superstition.”
“That’s what Mr. Pynchon said. He saw the black dog twice. The second time he saw the dog, the friend he was climbing with fell to his death. And later, Mr. Pynchon decided to climb the same mountain, and he died too. Everyone here believes he saw the dog just before he fell.”
“Nonsense. It was just a cute stray,” he said uneasily. She shrugged and took the coffee pot over to her other customers.
His friend arrived the next morning and they both laughed about the story of the black dog. They set out on their climb. About halfway up the mountain, he looked up and saw the black dog.
“There’s the dog,” he called to his friend.
And then his foot slipped and he plunged down the side of the hill, desperately grabbing at saplings and rocks, trying to halt his descent. It seemed to take forever for him to stop sliding. There was a stabbing pain in his leg. When he looked at it, his head swimming, it was bent at an odd angle. They had to send in a mountain rescue team to get him down. At the hospital, they told him his leg was broken in two places and he was very lucky it wasn’t worse.
“You know, that was a very strange fall,” said his friend uneasily. “You don’t really think it had anything to do with that black dog?”
He looked down at the cast that extended all the way up to his hip.
“I don’t know. But I don’t really want to find out. Next time, let’s go to Colorado.”
His friend agreed.
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^Joshy & I Made <3 | | | 24 Jun 2008 04:29 pm |
Lord of the Underworld Rep: 49Joined: 31 Jan 2008 Posts: 11,033 OFFLINE | Crazy story
| | | 24 Jun 2008 04:29 pm |
SQUiP? Rep: 61Joined: 31 Aug 2006 Posts: 10,482 OFFLINE | A young woman on her way to town broke her journey by staying with friends at an old manor house. Her bedroom looked out to the carriage sweep at the front door. It was a moonlit night, and she found it difficult to sleep. As the clock outside her bedroom door struck 12, she heard the noise of horses' hooves on the gravel outside, and the sound of wheels.
She got up and went over to the window to see who could be arriving at that time of night. The moonlight was very bright, and she saw a hearse drive up to the door. It hadn’t a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, “There’s room for one more."
She drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes. In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to town and leave the old house behind her.
She was shopping in a big store which had an elevator in it — an up-to-date thing at that time. She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to go down. It was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his head and said, “There’s room for one more."
It was the face of the coachman of the hearse. “No, thank you," said the girl. “I’ll walk down." She turned away, the elevator doors clanged, there was a terrible rush and screaming and shouting, and then a great clatter and thud. The elevator had fallen and every person in it was killed.
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| | | 24 Jun 2008 04:29 pm |
シス卿 Rep: 87Joined: 07 Jan 2008 Posts: 31,404 OFFLINE | Here is another true story.
June 22, 2008
It was July 15, 1988 - my 8th birthday, I was at church camp, which always landed on my birthday every year, so most of my birthdays where spent at camp. Evening service just ended and following right after was a birthday party for me at the mess hall, I was excited! Which came naturally, and ran out of the church building to go to the mess hall, which was not too far from the church and noticed my mom talking to a few of her friends.
I ran up to them all excited about my party. I tried to talk to my mom but she was preoccupied and quickly told me to be quiet, so this depressed me a little, it was already close to being completely dark and I didn’t want to go to the mess hall alone because I’m horribly afraid of the dark so I asked me sisters to go with me, but they were busy also talking to some of their friends…. this saddened me.
I ran to the mess hall by my self scared, trying to run as fast as I could. When I got to the door it was open. No one was there except a young boy which I had never seen before! He was gorgeous! Glowing like a light! It was all around him. He had normal street clothes on… His hair was blonde and he had a white sparkling smile that glowed.
I stood at the door in awe! because he was so beautiful, I was embarrassed that he was actually looking at me because I was shy around boys. He looked a little older then me but not by much, he spoke to me and said hi Cortney my name is Eric. I was shocked because I didn’t know how he could know my name! He said I’ve been waiting for you, I smelled this alluring smell that is hard to describe, it was a sweet, seducing and it kind of gave me a panicky feeling like I wanted to be near him, then all of a sudden I was immediately sitting next to him. I didn’t walk over, I was just magically there next to him with no reason how it happened. I was in total shock and was thinking to my self how did that happen?
He spoke to me telepathically and said its ok don’t be afraid, that startled me even more! He started to talk audibly. He told me I was supposed to come with him and that I was created for him that I was meant to be with him (mind you the rest of what he says to me is what I always wanted a guy to say and other things I’ve always wanted spiritually in a person etc.) he said that if I go with him I would be beautiful (one of the many things I’ve always wanted because I was teased very badly at school on my looks) he also said that if I go with him I would be rich and have a Victorian house and cars and what ever I wanted.
The material things didn’t mean as much to me as the offer he gave me to be with him plus I loved how he knew so many things about me without me telling him, (I thought for sure he was an angel, because I was taught by my dad who is a minister that Satan or Demons can’t read your thoughts only God and Angels can) he was able to read my conscious and sub conscious thoughts.
| | | 24 Jun 2008 04:33 pm |
Ay thar Bitch! Rep: 22Joined: 01 Oct 2007 Posts: 6,152 OFFLINE | Squipple wrote:
A young woman on her way to town broke her journey by staying with friends at an old manor house. Her bedroom looked out to the carriage sweep at the front door. It was a moonlit night, and she found it difficult to sleep. As the clock outside her bedroom door struck 12, she heard the noise of horses' hooves on the gravel outside, and the sound of wheels.
She got up and went over to the window to see who could be arriving at that time of night. The moonlight was very bright, and she saw a hearse drive up to the door. It hadn’t a coffin in it; instead it was crowded with people. The coachman sat high up on the box: as he came opposite the window he drew up and turned his head. His face terrified her, and he said in a distinct voice, “There’s room for one more."
She drew the curtain, ran back to bed, and covered her head with the bedclothes. In the morning she was not quite sure whether it had been a dream, or whether she had really got out of bed and seen the hearse, but she was glad to go up to town and leave the old house behind her.
She was shopping in a big store which had an elevator in it — an up-to-date thing at that time. She was on the top floor, and went to the elevator to go down. It was rather crowded, but as she came up to it, the elevator operator turned his head and said, “There’s room for one more."
It was the face of the coachman of the hearse. “No, thank you," said the girl. “I’ll walk down." She turned away, the elevator doors clanged, there was a terrible rush and screaming and shouting, and then a great clatter and thud. The elevator had fallen and every person in it was killed.
Is that true?
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, just cuz' I’m in an okay mood, I’ll put a smiley in my sig. | | | 24 Jun 2008 04:33 pm |
シス卿 Rep: 87Joined: 07 Jan 2008 Posts: 31,404 OFFLINE | This one is actually true.
The Boogeyman Whispered ‘Tebray’
June 18, 2008
I was an average three year old little girl, who liked to play with dolls and Barbie’s. I didn’t know what a ghost was and now I’m 15 years old and the fear and the nightmare still stays with me.
This is how it all started. My mum tucked me into bed and kissed me goodnight, “sweet dreams” she said. But that night was far from sweet.
I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. And there was a man standing at my door. I didn’t know who he was. I said “hello”, but he just stood there and didn’t say anything. I then said to him “I need the toilet, excuse me”, but he would not move. I moved closer towards him. He lifted his head and glared into my eyes. A cold shiver went straight down my spine and I started to get goose bumps. He then suddenly vanished.
I went to the toilet and then went into my mums room. The man was now leaning over my mums bed then he turned his head and looked at me. He whispered, “tebray”. Again the shiver went down my spine. This wasn’t good. I screamed “MOMMY WAKE UP.”
She woke up, then again he suddenly faded. A couple of nights passed, then he appeared again when I needed the toilet, only thing is though, he was standing outside of it and wouldn’t let me go. So I wet myself and screamed the house down.
A few months went past and he was still torturing me, I didn’t know what to do, I was too scared to fall asleep. My mum started to get worried, I wasn’t sleeping, I couldn’t eat. So she decided to move out.
When every thing was out and my granddad had shut all of the windows and was about to lock the front door, my bedroom door slammed shut even though there were no windows open. So I wasn’t imagining things. There really is such a thing as the boogey man, I should know I lived through it.
This story is based on a true story, and Natalie Nelson had to live her life petrified. This was real and you are the first people I’ve ever shared my story with, just to let you know that there is such thing called the boogeyman. I should know I’ve lived through it.
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SQUiP? Rep: 61Joined: 31 Aug 2006 Posts: 10,482 OFFLINE | A young man and his wife were on a trip to visit his mother. Usually they arrived in time for supper. They had gotten a late start, and now it was getting dark. They decided to look for a place to stay overnight and go on in the morning.
Just off the road, they saw a small house in the woods. “Maybe they rent rooms”, the wife said. So they stopped to ask. An elderly man and woman came to the door. They didn’t rent rooms, they said. But they would be glad to have them stay overnight as their guests. They had plenty of room, and they would enjoy the company. The old woman made coffee, brought out some cake, and the four of them talked for awhile. Then the young couple were taken to their room. They explained that they wanted to pay for this, but the old man said he would not accept any money.
The young couple got up early the next morning before their hosts had awakened. On a table near the front door, they left an envelope with some money in it for the room. Then they went on to the next town. They stopped at a restaurant and had breakfast. When they told the owner where they had stayed, he was shocked. “That can’t be”, he said. “That house burned to the ground ten years ago, the old man and woman who lived there died in the fire."
The young couple could not believe it. So they went back to the house. Only now there was no house. All they found was a burned-out shell. They stood staring at the ruins trying to understand what had happened.
Then the woman started screaming! In the rubble was a badly burned table, on the table was the envelope they had left there that morning!
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シス卿 Rep: 87Joined: 07 Jan 2008 Posts: 31,404 OFFLINE | True Terror is When Your Imagination Turns Into Reality
“What’s wrong honey;" my wife asked, “you don’t look well. Are you okay?" I nodded to her in almost mechanical response, but I was far from okay. I slowly lowered the Sunday “Parade” magazine and turned to her while pointing at an article in the periodical and said “You aren’t going to believe this, but….", and then I told her my story.
Twenty-seven years earlier in 1958 rural New Jersey, my sister and her friends were taking a hike deep into the woods near our home. As an eight year old I was not welcome among her group of borderline teens, so like any troublesome and irreverent little brother, I followed from a distance and endured the occasional scream for me to “Go home!"
Whether I took a wrong turn or they were purposely hiding from me I don’t know, but I suddenly realized that I could no longer see the group, and I panicked. I ran to where I thought they had been, but I could not find them. I thought I heard a noise coming from the other side of a small hill, so I quickly ran around it hoping that I would see my sister and her friends. As I came around the hill I stopped dead in my tracks. There 20 feet in front of me was a creature that I had never seen before. It was shaped like a man, but it was not a man.
It was slender and tall, but I cannot say how tall. Everyone is tall to an eight year old. It wore no clothes, but was covered rather in dark hair and leaves. Of all its features it is the head that I remember most clearly. Its face was human-like, but it was framed with a border of leaves, much like the hair of a lion’s mane. I remember that the leaves did not seem to be ornamental like a garland, but appeared to be part of the creature’s anatomy. I cannot describe it better than that.
The stories of how people freeze when they are afraid or try to scream but cannot most definitely did not apply to me that day. I let out a piercing scream and then turned and ran without even the slightest hesitation. I don’t know how much time passed, but it seemed like only seconds before my sister and her friends were at my side. In tears I told them what had happened, but they laughed at me in apparent disbelief.
It was nervous laughter, however. They could see the terror in my eyes and I think they knew I had seen something out of the ordinary. Without a word, the whole group seemed to sense that it was time to leave the woods and we started walking in the direction of home. Soon the walk picked up pace as no one wanted to fall behind. Ultimately the walk turned into a gallop and it was an all out race to get out of the woods.
Over the years I eventually buried that encounter deep in my memory. On the rare occasion when it resurfaced I would dismiss the episode as the product of a child’s imagination. But when I opened that magazine, imagine my shock to see the very face I had seen so many years earlier staring right at me.
The picture was an artist’s conception from eyewitnesses who had seen this creature in the New Jersey woods over a period of many years. It matched my memory perfectly in every detail and brought memories of that eerie experience flooding back to me. The impact of seeing that picture was overwhelming. Even though I was now an adult and 1500 miles away living in Miami, it made the hair on my neck stand up. I suppose it was my quiet gasp and sudden pale color that made my wife notice something was amiss.
She listened to my story with great interest and empathy, but it was clear that she had her doubts about my recollection of the facts. “After all” she said, “you were only eight years old." I couldn’t disagree with her. I was only a child at the time and children often blend reality and imagination. In fact, for that very reason I too had doubted my own memories of what I had seen; until today. Today my imagination was staring back at me.
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Lord of the Underworld Rep: 49Joined: 31 Jan 2008 Posts: 11,033 OFFLINE | Yes I’ve had my run in with the 'boogeyman' if that is who he was.
| | | 24 Jun 2008 04:41 pm |
シス卿 Rep: 87Joined: 07 Jan 2008 Posts: 31,404 OFFLINE | ChibiDiscoDhaos wrote:
Yes I’ve had my run in with the 'boogeyman' if that is who he was.
You be the judge.
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Lord of the Underworld Rep: 49Joined: 31 Jan 2008 Posts: 11,033 OFFLINE | Darth Nihilus wrote:
ChibiDiscoDhaos wrote:
Yes I’ve had my run in with the 'boogeyman' if that is who he was.
You be the judge.
Eh, it could very well have been.
| | | 24 Jun 2008 04:42 pm |
シス卿 Rep: 87Joined: 07 Jan 2008 Posts: 31,404 OFFLINE | ChibiDiscoDhaos wrote:
Darth Nihilus wrote:
ChibiDiscoDhaos wrote:
Yes I’ve had my run in with the 'boogeyman' if that is who he was.
You be the judge.
Eh, it could very well have been.
My heart is actually beating fast right now. Did you read my last story?
| | | 24 Jun 2008 04:43 pm |
SQUiP? Rep: 61Joined: 31 Aug 2006 Posts: 10,482 OFFLINE | There was an old woman who had no family still living. Her only friend was a little white dog who went everywhere with her - with one exception. The dog loved the fireplace in winter, and after the old woman went to bed he would sometimes go and lie in front of the warm coals. Usually though, the dog slept at the very edge of the bed on a throw rug.
The woman wouldn’t allow the dog on the bed with her, but if she became frightened or had a nightmare, she would put her hand down to the little white dog and he would lick it reassuringly.
One night the woman was reading her newspaper just before going to sleep. She shivered and pulled the comforter up around her as she read that a mental patient had wandered off from a nearby hospital. No one knew if the patient was dangerous of not; he was a suspect in the murders of several women who had lived alone.
The woman turned out the lights and tried to sleep, but she was frightened, and tossed and turned fitfully. Finally, she reached down to where the little white dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet tongue began to lick her hand. The woman felt reassured and safe, and left her hand dangling off the bed as she turned and settled in comfortably. She opened her eyes for a moment and looked through the open door into the living room.
There in front of the fireplace, sat her little white dog, gazing at the coals and wagging his tail.
Down beside the bed, something was still licking her hand.
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