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 Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 12:19 pm
Eep eep eep little worms! Here's your turkey!
Holder of the End Stuff
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls themselves "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
That object is 1 of 2538. They must never come together. Never.
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In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls themselves "The Holder of the Beginning". A small smile will work its way over the persons mouth, almost seeming to say, "You foolish man". You will be taken down a hallway, seemingly leading out into a place it shouldn't. This place will seem to exist nowhere in the institution, but it will. The hall will be silent, even if you try to make noise. Screams will die before leaving your mouth, footsteps will be muffled. Your guide will simply point to the door. If you enter, you will find a pleasant room, full of a pleasant, though indefinable, perfume. There will be a pretty lady sitting, holding nothing. No sounds will be made in this room, no matter how hard you try, expect for one question. "Why where they separated?" The lady will then explain, in detail, the reason. It will be every horrific event in history, every beating, every war, every rape. Everything. Then, all will fall silent. It is up to you to do what you will with this information. That lady is Object 2 of 2538. It is up to you if they should be joined or not.
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The storyteller here is false. Actually, the lady's tongue is the second object. I had a hell of a time working up the nerve to ruin that gorgeous face to retrieve it, but you're worth it. However, I had neglected to bring any weaponry, so I had to rip it out by its roots. Have you ever heard that sound before? It's like a series of high pitched popping sounds that become a steady shredding sound. Magnificent.
Another correction for the curious; in my research, I have learned that the number of objects is misleading. It's been obscured to dishearten those such as myself, but I found the secret. When the false number of objects is added together, it becomes apparent that there are only 9.
I have two. The third, the Holder of the Key is eluding me. I know that it is found underground in ruins beyond human memory. Those found in New Mexico especially intrigue me. After that, I must locate the Gate and Keeper, (one object.)
After that, I'm sorry to say that research has run dry. But fear not! I am sure that this mad oracle known as /b/ will eventually reveal to me its location and guardian.
Hidden behind masks, shrouded beneath centuries of mystique, these Nine are the syllables of the true name of God.
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18312830 here. I am typing this in a Kinko's in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and had hoped to find the location of the ruins. Instead, I find I was correct. You are doing my legwork for me: this sounds alarmingly like the fourth object.
>>When forgotten since days long past
>>And darkness rules and no light is cast
>>The Darkness then shall the Keeper be
>>And the Gate will open for all to see.
Translated, of course. So...
All I must do is find a centuries-old ignored room? Child's play.
But.
But, but. Is the darkness sentient, or merely a portal? Hm.
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In any city, in any country in the world, go to any mental institution or hospital, and ask the attendant for the "Holder of the Mirror". The Attendant will look at you strangely, as if you had spoken in a different language. Ask again, until they finally understand, and they will lead you deep into the institution without a word.
They will lead you to a plain iron door, unlocking it and motioning for you to enter the dark hallway beyond. They will say behind, never uttering a word, never making eye contact with you. Once the door closes behind you the hallway will be lit by an ethereal light, to reveal the walls of the hallway made of mirrors. The reflections stretch out to infinity on either side of you, but none of them show your reflection; they show the reflection of those who came before you. Each reflection shows another who sought the holder, each shows how they died. Try not to look at their faces as the beasts devour them, try not to look at all, just walk in a straight line. If you look, if you watch, the beasts in the reflections will see you too; and they will come for you.
If ever the light begins to dim, if you begin to lose your way in the darkness, close your eyes tight and say firmly, without fear, "The ones you seek have gone before". If the lights return, you are lucky, and the creatures that stalk you have let you alone. If it goes dark, do not run. There is no point, not in fleeing, not in praying for a swift death. They will catch you, and your end will stretch out to eternity.
At the end of the impossibly long corridor, you will find another door, with hot white light shining around its edges. Knock on the door, and you will be allowed entry.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 12:22 pm
Woah..that twas alot! xd
Can’t say where/when or how often this will work, but I've tried it a few times with mixed results. If for some reason you find you can't sleep one night, indigestion, test the next day, hard mattress, too many creepy threads, whatever, close your eyes and start to play a slow and deliberate game of patty-cake. If you keep it up long enough you may start to feel a pair of something coming back to meet your hands from the void. Congratulations, you've just summoned your first... something. I can't say it's important not to open your eyes at this point, but I didn't anyway. The first time I tried this was in my apartment when I had a presentation to give the following morning, a real toss-turn kind of night. For whatever reason I sat up and decided to put one hand out before me and I felt a faint tingle from a rather low angle. I unconsciously started to play and after a while I noticed I was humming some sort of tuneless lullaby. After about an hour or so whatever was playing on the other end stopped and I went into a deep, dreamless and very restful sleep. I tried this trick again at my girlfriend's parents house while she was with me in their crappy spare bed (I was facing back to her, legs over the side of the bed, eyes closed). After about twenty minutes this time it actually felt like a pair of solid hands, from a much higher angle than before, was coming back and hitting mine a bit harder every time. Suddenly the game stopped and something made a noise in my right ear like a human shriek combined with car breaks causing me to cringe before it ran up the wall behind me into the ceiling. Maybe whatever was in that house had outgrown the game. I still slept ok. For all I know I was just hitting the wall/my blanket tiring my own gullible self out and my girlfriend's just a noisy b***h but... I still can't wait to try it again the next time I can't sleep. Still not sure what happens if you open your eyes, though.
*( Tryin to find stuff no one might've read already )*
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 12:29 pm
South of a town called Terre Haute, IN there is an abandoned road near a covered bridge that was the favorite parking spot of many young couples. For a time young people reported being approached in their cars by a woman in a purple velvet dress holding a dead baby. She would ask the couples to take the dead child and, if they refused, she would then place it under the wheels of the car so they would drive over it. This same event happened to several couples on several different occasions.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 3:21 am
Brother of the angelic A teenage girl, popular, rich, and happy, was walking through a store with her mom and saw a beautiful porcelain doll, which would look great with her collection. She demanded that her mother buy it for her. He mother agreed, and got it for her.
As soon as the girl returned home, she unpacked the doll and set it on a stand above her bed. She then left her room and went out with her friends. When she got home, it was late and she was tired. She went to her room, put on her pajama's and tucked herself into bed.
When she woke up the next morning, she saw a note attached to her lamp beside her bed. It was from her mother, telling her they'd be out of town until next Sunday. She yawned and noticed that her cheek was sore, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She got dressed and went to school.
This went on for a few days until she woke up and her cheek was extremely sore. She decided she'd check it out in a minute or two, then went about her room, picking out what she would wear. She finally decided and walked over to her full body mirror and noticed a large, ugly lump on her cheek.
Figuring it was a pimple, she squeezed it... and felt something moving. All of the sudden, spiders began pulling themselves out of the lump. She screamed, but since there was no one home in her huge house, nobody heard her. She tore at the spiders but there were millions... and she died of the poison in their bites.
Apparently... there was a nest of spiders in the porcelain doll she'd gotten. EW gonk poor girl.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 3:21 am
xox-Keira-xox South of a town called Terre Haute, IN there is an abandoned road near a covered bridge that was the favorite parking spot of many young couples. For a time young people reported being approached in their cars by a woman in a purple velvet dress holding a dead baby. She would ask the couples to take the dead child and, if they refused, she would then place it under the wheels of the car so they would drive over it. This same event happened to several couples on several different occasions. cool blaugh i hate babies.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 3:36 am
Brother of the angelic
In any city, in any country, go to any mental instituion or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls themself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.
Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.
If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. What happens when they all come together?
The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifiying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end they're lives. But most do the worst thing and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned, if you do your death will be that of cruelity and unrelenting horror.
Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.
That object is 1 of 2538. They must never come together. Never. i do not belive that. i shall try it.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 3:54 am
Knot-a-lie ~R.a.c.h.e.l.~ I'm sorry if the guy who originaly posted this in the origanl thread gets mad.I just thought it was a scary story.I don't want to go in the bathroom now. Sacred Earth The images we see in the mirror are the pure incarnates of evil. They are only allowed to exist in the area reflected in the glass. To them, life is like a neverending hell, rotting away in the same room day after day. The only refuse from this purgatory is death, and the only way for them to die, sad to say, is if YOU die. Fortunately, they are bound by a code. You are their master, and they must mirror your every movement and expression. To do otherwise would break an unbreakable law, unravelling the space-time continuum. However, there is a loophole, and it can only be triggered by you, the master. To force them into error is to free them from their contract; after you let them out of your view, you're on your own. Know this: when you watch them, they're watching you back. They're watching. And they're thinking. ~ A note to the daring: The next time you're alone in your room, turn down the lights. Think of something on your body that varies in length, such as hair. It must be clearly viewable from your perspective. Grab a ruler and, looking in the mirror, quickly grab a hair at random; you must confuse it. Hold it in position as best you can and note the length. Look down. Yours will be different. Don't look back up. Don't turn your back to that mirror ever again. ~ The next time you wake up groggy and tired, don't move. Take a glance at your mirror; if you're lucky, you might catch a smile. (( Just so you know this is probably my one and only fear, the thought of seeing a reflection thats not my own or doing something Im not is the st ******** thing in the world to me.)) That one terrified me. i want to try that but i dont at the same time.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 2:25 am
Steps to insanity:
To do this, you must not have any doubt in your mind about your imagination nor doubts about the steps in this guide. I highly reccomend you do not try any of these things, for your own mental health. And also, this is not just an overnight thing, you probably won't go insane over one night, it usually takes several weeks.
1.) Be relaxed, and be in a moderatly quiet place, white noise is good, it helps in the process of imagination and paranoia.
2.) Fire your imagination up, think of someone, or something humanoid, something absolutly terrifying. Something you can add dialog to. Something which will hold your greatest fears. Done? Good.
3.) Talk to this thing. You don't have to talk out loud, but in your imagination, make sure he can hear you. And can understand everything you say.
4.) Make this thing talk back, imagine it's talking to you. Have a conversation, it can be about anything, just make sure you can converse.
5.) After you've developed a pretty good personality of this thing, good meaning detailed. Start concentrating on the real world, what makes you see, what makes you hear, etc. Also be able to physically describe this being, it helps, tremendously.
6.) This is the hardest step, but once you can do it, it becomes so easy it's scary, you may not even be able to control this ability. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE OF GUARNTEED SANITY. Visualize the being. REALLY VISUALIZE IT To where you can see him, in the dark part of the room, sitting. In a chair, on the floor, whatever, visualize him staring right at you. Make him move his lips, have him blink, have him breathe, make him alive.
7.) At this point, you should be able to somewhat control this being, let's call him Fred. From being in the real and imaginary world. If you can't. Your quest is over, you're insane. If you can, just keep visualizing him, there will be a time where you can no longer control this.
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If anybody does this and succeeds, please PM me. I've tried and it fails, but I'm just one person.
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Posted: Sat Sep 01, 2007 10:32 pm
Xai Omega Steps to insanity: To do this, you must not have any doubt in your mind about your imagination nor doubts about the steps in this guide. I highly reccomend you do not try any of these things, for your own mental health. And also, this is not just an overnight thing, you probably won't go insane over one night, it usually takes several weeks. 1.) Be relaxed, and be in a moderatly quiet place, white noise is good, it helps in the process of imagination and paranoia. 2.) Fire your imagination up, think of someone, or something humanoid, something absolutly terrifying. Something you can add dialog to. Something which will hold your greatest fears. Done? Good. 3.) Talk to this thing. You don't have to talk out loud, but in your imagination, make sure he can hear you. And can understand everything you say. 4.) Make this thing talk back, imagine it's talking to you. Have a conversation, it can be about anything, just make sure you can converse. 5.) After you've developed a pretty good personality of this thing, good meaning detailed. Start concentrating on the real world, what makes you see, what makes you hear, etc. Also be able to physically describe this being, it helps, tremendously. 6.) This is the hardest step, but once you can do it, it becomes so easy it's scary, you may not even be able to control this ability. THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE OF GUARNTEED SANITY. Visualize the being. REALLY VISUALIZE IT To where you can see him, in the dark part of the room, sitting. In a chair, on the floor, whatever, visualize him staring right at you. Make him move his lips, have him blink, have him breathe, make him alive. 7.) At this point, you should be able to somewhat control this being, let's call him Fred. From being in the real and imaginary world. If you can't. Your quest is over, you're insane. If you can, just keep visualizing him, there will be a time where you can no longer control this. _____________________________________________________________ If anybody does this and succeeds, please PM me. I've tried and it fails, but I'm just one person. oooo when i read that i thought about my charater Bachi  OMG SCARY o-o
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2007 8:48 pm
One night, a husband and wife were sitting in their own cabin on a train heading across the country.
It was a dark, stormy night, and the two had spent the last half hour in silence, the man looking out the window and the woman casually reading a novel. Suddenly the woman looked at the man with eyes that crackled with terror.
"Stormcrow is coming," she whispered in a shaky voice. The man looked at her and she stared right back at him. "What did you say?" he asked.
The woman said nothing and returned to reading.
The man was shaken, but he was tired and quickly forgot anything had happened.
He looked back out the window at the empty fields of grass that lazily passed by. Again, the woman quickly looked at him.
"Stooormcroooooooow is coooomiiiiing," she repeated in a drawn out, eerie monotone.
The man was scared. He looked at her closely, peering deep into her eyes. They were emotionless and unfocused, yet still staring right at him.
The man reached over to her to touch her shoulder, but something caused him to pull away with fright!
The woman screamed, "STORMCROW IS HERE!" A sudden flash of lightning drew the man's gaze out the window, where what he saw filled him with the most intense horror he had ever known. A giant manlike beast stood out in the otherwise empty field.
It wore what looked like patches of dried skin, sewn together with thick, black wire.
It's eyes glowed like dim candles, and it's grin was crooked and wide.
The man ducked away from the window and grabbed his wife.
She started convulsing, frothing at the mouth and scratching at the man's arms.
He held her down and soon the woman was herself again.
When the man was sure she was okay, he asked her, "What was that thing? What is Stormcrow?" "Stormcrow," the woman answered, confused. "What are you talking about? I've never heard of anything called stormcrow."
/x/ rocks cool
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 12:32 pm
Theres was a little girl named Sarah she was autistic and she, and sarah couldn't talk...well they say she wouldn't for some reason unknown,prehaps because she was the witness of her parents terrible death whe nshe was 4.No one knew how they died all they knew it was horrible beyond imagine able.Sarah went to a special school and when her class would all go down to the library Sarah would sit in the 3rd row of book cases and look at a blank notepad and smile and flip thorough it...the teacher took away her notepad cuz she wanted sarah too pick out some books to read..sarah got mad and for the first time known talked and said "Grave at 12" in a scratchy horrible voice.The teacher was scared and confused what she ment by graveyard at 12,The teacher remembered about sarah's parents death, so the techer thought to go by their grave at 12, Walking to the stairs to line up the kids to go back to class she looked at the blank note pad that she took from sarah, It was pretty good size about as big as a peice of printer paper and thick as the bible,While flipping through it she noticed on the last page that there was letters reading "I am the key to your wonders : G.Y. at 12".The teahcer being smart an curious relized G.Y. ment grave yard.School ended and everyone was home.Around 10 ish' the techer sat in her chair by hte fireplace flipping through the notepad trying to see what sarah saw and if she should do what sarah told her to,The teacher being very curious and brave took a watch and the note pad and drove to the grave yard were sarahs parents lie...Around 11:50 the teacher got out of the car with flowers that she aslo brought to pay her respects to sarahs parent she walked to their graves,The graves layed sidebyside inscribing "our love shall last" and their years of their birth and death,The teachers watch beeped showing that it was 12:00 am the techer quickly and nervously took out the notepad she flipped through it.What the teacher saw when she flippe through the no long blank note pad was drawings drawn in blood of sarah horrible ripping apart her parent and eating their flesh..The teacher got weak in the knee and terrified and started to scream,she started to cry relizing the horrible truth the way sarahs parents died,sobbing and in total shocked she her a giggling of a voice that could make the ears bleed,the teacher looked behind her seeing Sarah coverd in blood, pus, and dirt laughing hysterically.Sarah walked towards the teacher giggling and smiling.The teaher couldnt move her body was in a complete shocked and she became paralysed. Sarah said with her horrifying voice "say hi to mummy and daddy for me",Sarah ran to the teahcer and horribly murdered her.The next morning a lady walking her dog noticed something strange in the distance,the lady tied her dog to the tree and ran toward to the the grave which lied the teachers scattared body parts and blood covering the grave,the lady was greiving in horror when she read in blood on her parents grave "your dog tasted yummy i bet you will too".
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2007 1:01 pm
---There were two neighbors who lived next to each other in a remote, rich area of town. One of the neighbors was a single man who had inherited his large house a few years ago. He hid a dark secret, though. He had actually killed his grandfather, who owned the house because the man knew the house was to be bequeathed to him in his will, and he had, at the time, only enough money to buy food and cheap shelter for himself.
---His neighbor had always seemed a bit odd, though. His neighbor was a man in his late 40's who was always talking about the misdeeds of mankind the few times they talked. He seemed angry at the young man, as though he was onto his secret. The young man later found out that his neighbor was a cultist.
---Every time they met after that, the neighbor would glare at him, and mumbled to himself. Once, the man heard him mumble, "You're hiding something." This made the man feel uneasy, but he knew cultists were always a bit, if not a lot, psychotic. Still, the neighbor would occasionally glare at him and say strange things to him like that he smelled of blood and death and that one day he will suffer.
---One night, the young man heard a commotion from his neighbor's house. He overheard him speaking to nobody, "My powers have uncovered a killer. Please, oh great one, let me shed this man of his mortal coil and banish him to hell!" The man had heard enough and decided that this was a threat, so he called the police.
---He stayed outside his house silently in the bushes waiting for the police to come and investigate. When they arrived, the man told them how his neighbor had overheard his neighbor talking about killing him. The police knocked a few times on the neighbor's door, but no answer came. They eventually busted in and looked around for awhile to try and find him, only to find that he had hung himself in his bedroom.
---The young man, long after the police had left, decided he was safe and got into bed.
---As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw a clear, distinct vision of breaking into his foyer. At that moment, he heard the crash of a window downstairs. He sneaked into the main room and found that the window in his vision had indeed been smashed. He went back into his room, sat down on the bed, and closed his eyes for a second and took some deep breaths to relieve some stress before calling the cops.
---When he closed his eyes this time, he had another vision of walking up his stairs to the second floor hall. The vision itself was silent, but he heard the creaking of the stairs.
---He decided that it was too late to call the police and he had to take this into his own hands. He grabbed a shotgun by his bed and aimed it at the door. His adrenaline kept his nerves on edge, but he heard no noise. Still overwhelmed with fear, he blinked, and in that instant, he saw himself from behind.
---After a few weeks on inactivity from the house, the police investigated and saw the man's rotting corpse, mutilated and with a look of fear on his face. They later identified a symbol on the wall drawn in blood as the mark of the cult of the man's neighbor.
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Posted: Tue Sep 25, 2007 12:31 am
hai ur hawt 4reelz It's rumoured that in Singapore, there's a bus 444. It comes once every month, stopping at stops which have buses 12 and 21 there. It's said that on the bus, there's always a man. He never gets off, and is forever awake. Next to him, there's always a nun. The nun will forever be trying to preach him to turn good. She will never go until he does as told. He will never leave until she leaves. There's also a very pretty girl who boards the bus every now and then. If you get on board with the sole purpose to look at the people there, you will die. Halfway through the ride, a little girl in Gothic Lolita clothes will come and get you. You'll find yourself paralyzed in fear. The next thing you know, you're back where you boarded the bus, repeating what happened to you over and over again for 15 minutes before you die. If you boarded the bus on accident, the girl will spare you. She has red eyes, and she'll turn her eyes to you. You'll feel a part of your body paralyze. It will never move again. If the pretty girl who boards the bus every now and then is there, the little girl will not harm you, no matter what your intention is. Gawd, that's creepy. I'm Singaporean.
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Posted: Sun Sep 30, 2007 2:41 pm
Not exactly scary, but it's interesting.
A baby girl is mysteriously dropped off at an orphanage in Cleveland in 1945. "Jane" grows up lonely and dejected, not knowing who her parents are, until one day in 1963 she is strangely attracted to a drifter. She falls in love with him, but just when things are looking up for Jane a series of disasters strikes: First, she becomes pregnant by the drifter, who then disappears. Second, during the complicated delivery doctors discover that Jane has both sets of sex organs, and to save her life, they most surgically convert "her" to a "him." Finally, a mysterious stranger kidnaps her baby from the delivery room.
Reeling from these disasters, rejected from society, scorned by fate, "he" becomes a drunkard and a drifter. Not only has Jane lost her parents and her lover, but he has lost his only child as well. Years later, in 1970, he stumbles into a lonely bar, called Pop's Place, and spills out his pathetic story to an elderly bartender. The sympathetic bartender offers the drifter the chance to avenge the stranger who left her pregnant and abandoned, on the condition that he join the "time traveller corps." Both of them enter a time machine and the bartender drops the drifter off in 1963. The drifter is strangely attracted to a young orphan girl, who subsequently becomes pregnant.
The bartender then goes forward 9 months, kidnaps the baby girl from the hospital, and drops the baby off in an orphanage back in 1945. Then the bartender drops off the thoroughly confused drifter in 1985, to enlist in the time traveler corps. The drifter eventually gets his life together and becomes respected and elderly member of the time traveler corps, and then disguises himself as a bartender and has his most difficult mission: a date with destiny, meeting a certain drifter at Pop's Place in 1970.
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Posted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 8:22 pm
GodivaChocolate Not exactly scary, but it's interesting.
A baby girl is mysteriously dropped off at an orphanage in Cleveland in 1945. "Jane" grows up lonely and dejected, not knowing who her parents are, until one day in 1963 she is strangely attracted to a drifter. She falls in love with him, but just when things are looking up for Jane a series of disasters strikes: First, she becomes pregnant by the drifter, who then disappears. Second, during the complicated delivery doctors discover that Jane has both sets of sex organs, and to save her life, they most surgically convert "her" to a "him." Finally, a mysterious stranger kidnaps her baby from the delivery room.
Reeling from these disasters, rejected from society, scorned by fate, "he" becomes a drunkard and a drifter. Not only has Jane lost her parents and her lover, but he has lost his only child as well. Years later, in 1970, he stumbles into a lonely bar, called Pop's Place, and spills out his pathetic story to an elderly bartender. The sympathetic bartender offers the drifter the chance to avenge the stranger who left her pregnant and abandoned, on the condition that he join the "time traveller corps." Both of them enter a time machine and the bartender drops the drifter off in 1963. The drifter is strangely attracted to a young orphan girl, who subsequently becomes pregnant.
The bartender then goes forward 9 months, kidnaps the baby girl from the hospital, and drops the baby off in an orphanage back in 1945. Then the bartender drops off the thoroughly confused drifter in 1985, to enlist in the time traveler corps. The drifter eventually gets his life together and becomes respected and elderly member of the time traveler corps, and then disguises himself as a bartender and has his most difficult mission: a date with destiny, meeting a certain drifter at Pop's Place in 1970.
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