CPO Fraser wrote:
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THE WATCHER
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.“
CPO Fraser wrote:
It may take you a minute to get...
THE WATCHER
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.“
that kinda didnt make scense
The peoples eyes were red, he looked threw the keyhole and saw red because he was looking into one of there eyes..
Wierd I know...
CPO Fraser wrote:
It may take you a minute to get...
THE WATCHER
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.“
that kinda didnt make scense
The peoples eyes were red, he looked threw the keyhole and saw red because he was looking into one of there eyes..
Wierd I know...
Ohhh now I understand. Wait but how would knocking on the door get him killed?
Last edited 24 Jun 2008 07:06 pm by Read this if your stupid 2 wins
CPO Fraser wrote:
It may take you a minute to get...
THE WATCHER
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.“
that kinda didnt make scense
The peoples eyes were red, he looked threw the keyhole and saw red because he was looking into one of there eyes..
Wierd I know...
Ohhh now I understand. Wait but how would knocking on the door get him killed?
That part...I am not sure..maybe they are crazy killers and there spirts don’t want to be disturbed who knows lol.
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.
Isn’t natalie nelson the dumb cheerleader who messed up her cheerleader routine?
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.
Isn’t natalie nelson the dumb cheerleader who messed up her cheerleader routine?
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