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Gotta hate those guys, making everyone feel uncomfertable....

Wow...I used to think stuff like this was made up, but now...I'm swayed...I think...

good job ac1d im very glad u gave credit to creepy pasta if u hadnt iwould be very mad and probly have not given u any thing as a moveing away gift u basterd why r u leaving us :.( any way good thred like the thred again good thred

So I don't know any "scary stories" but I'm from Chicago and it's considered the second most haunted city in America ((Savanna, Georgia is the first)). I could share some stories of hauntings from this city that I know if that's alright with everyone. One of which I've experienced myself ((I went ghost hunting with some of my friends once lol)).

thinking about baby butt with many mole can scare me

Actually my class wrote a horror assignment not that long ago, but it's in danish, so I don't think you'll get much out of it.. sweatdrop

Okay, I've tried! But remember, this is something I wrote myself, and it's translated with Google. I've fixed the obivous errors, but I'm sorry if anything has slipped, and I apolgize for untranslate able danish phrases.. sweatdrop

It should never be the same



He knew it!

He knew it would now be revealed.


They had arrived at school camp after an ill bike ride of nearly two hours.

In rain.

They got a half hour to adjust to their rooms. Then they had to meet in the hall...


He had to share a room with Jolle and Molle, two boys from his class. Their actual names were Jonas and Morten, but they were only called that by the teachers. They were two very nice guys, but right now he could not think of anything but the awful truth would soon be brought to light. It was impossible to get it out of his thoughts. He should never have been included. World's worst idea. Mega moron, he said to himself.

The room itself was very spartan. It was approx. 24 square meters and had a window above the door. Three single beds stood side by side along the left side of the room, each with a nightstand. Opposite the beds was a huge ceiling high wardrobe with sliding doors. A simple withered flower stood in a dusty vase on one of the bedside tables.

He put a couple of striped socks in the closet. Then two black blouses. Did Time pass slowly or quickly? He could not tell because it felt as if everything stood still, but at the same time, the whole thing flew past at a tremendous pace. It whistled in his ears now. It all went around. Suddenly he could feel it. It came from the stomach, and was with violent pace pushed upward. Without being able to fight back, he ran into the bathroom and puked.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hey, what's up? Are you alright in there? "

It was Molles voice.

"Yes, I'm fine," he shouted back, trying to sound unaffected. It did not quite succeed.

"Are you sure? It sounds like you're not feeling good. Do you want me to get one of the teachers? "

He stiffened. There should certainly not be called a teacher!

"No, it is not necessary! I just think I've eaten something bad. That mackerel we had for lunch didn't look so good either. But I'm better now, thanks. "

"You can be right about that mackerel..." said Molle, who did not sound entirely convinced, but returned to unpacking, muttering something that he still lacked to find his toothbrush.


His head became clear again. He had to get away. Away from the gruesome, away from the complete outrageous that was about to happen. His thoughts went flying. After having washed his hands and his face, he walked into the room again, and while the others wasn't looking, he pushed his half-unpacked bag under the bed.

Then he checked if he had the key in his pocket. It calmed him somewhat to feel that it was there. The key he got from his grandmother; It was an old one, long and heavy, with three chunks in the end. Its head was designed as a lily that had four petals with ornate carvings, which continued along the shaft. He had never found a door it could lock up, he had tried almost every door had a keyhole that seemed to fit.
Yet he continued to keep in on him. He never left it. Never.

"Well, I've finished unpacking. I think I'll get some fresh air, "he said to the other two.

"In this weather?" Said Jolle.

"Yeah, I don't mind. Rainy weather is the best!"

"Okay then. You choose."

He ran down the stairs, only to be just about to bump into one of the teachers. That teacher.

s**t, not him! He thought.

"Listen, where are you going? We will meet in 10 minutes! "

"Uh, eh... I'm done with unpacking, so I just wanted to get some fresh air!" he hastened to say, and crashed so on down the stairs and out the door, leaving the teacher with a rather dazed expression.


Finally. He stood in the rain, already soaked in the otherwise heavy rain wear he had on. He began to run. First, just slowly, since faster and faster. The pouring rain whipped his face and made it difficult to see, but he did not care. Han turde ikke tænke på hvad der ville ske, hvis han vendte He didn't dare to think about what would happen if he returned. He just kept running.


A police car drove up to the hut. Two policemen got out. All the students stood in the doorway. One of the teachers barged in through, and went to the officers.

"You phoned and told us that one of your boys had disappeared." Said the largest of them.

"Yes, he said he wanted to get some fresh air and went outside. He also said that he had finished unpacking, but we found his bag under his bed, and half the things are still in the .. "replied the teacher.

"Strange. And how long has he been gone now? "

"Uhm .. approx. three and a half hours.

"Hmm .. yes it might look like he has run away. May there have been any reason for it? Problems or something? "

"Not that I know of" the teacher said, and hid a grim smile with her hand.

"Well well, but we'll send someone out to look after him right away. We would like to know his name, address, what he looks like and what kind of clothes he wears. "


He stopped to take a break. Gasping for air, he leaned out of a big tree. It was still raining, he was cold and shaking, but the fear forced him forward, like a hunted and frightened animal. The wind blew through his hair. Suddenly it rustled in the bushes beside him. It was like an invisible cold hand grabbed his heart. Sweat ran down from him, but he was unable to move at all. Mor rattling

Come on! He thought desperately.

Move now, your arch-fool!

Suddenly he felt something around his foot. Run! He cried to himself, and the next moment he raced away, unluckily unaware that it was just a hedgehog that had come out of its hibernation, and found a yummy worm just off his feet.


You could hear police dogs across the forest now. They were all out and looking for the boy who had been gone for 8 hours now. Now there were 20 officers deployed and they looked through he woods again and again. Without trace. Or almost: they had found a strange key that looked like something from the nineteenth century with a floral pattern, lying by a lake, 13 km from the school camp.

That same night disappeared one of the camp school teachers and four students.



~ Written by Ez

Yeah...well...I was like.."Whatever! Just let the guy die with no real reason!"..