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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 3:34 am
diary_girl598 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.
Sick AND awesome.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2007 9:29 pm
Varmeip 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". Wonderful story. Unfortunately, it's really very hard to read. D'you mind paragraphing it and typing it out in proper english?
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 5:54 pm
fukaimoriMidori Varmeip 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". Wonderful story. Unfortunately, it's really very hard to read. D'you mind paragraphing it and typing it out in proper english? Sure, at some point.
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2007 6:00 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. Does anyone know if it helps to have the source of the white noise behind you? I tried it a few times, but kept losing my train of thought. xp
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2007 8:53 am
A young prodigy grew up in a loving home. His parents were kind, but not overindulgent. Strict, but fair. The boy grew up in a very well-balanced environment.
The boy, Nathaniel Zimmermann, discovered his taste for blood perhaps as early as seven years old. Only coincidences connect him to the horrifically mutilated animal carcasses that were always found six hundred sixty-six paces into the forest. Animals were found splayed open, organs neatly cut and dissected, eyes and mouths opened wide, illustrating the unspeakable pain in their last moments of life.
Nathan, on top of being a genius, also had incredible cunning. He kept his bloodlust under absolute control. He had no interest in friends, and he was spectacular at mimicking human emotion. He feigned a healthy contentment with life so that his parents wouldn't get suspicious.
Nathan graduated medical school with top honors, and decided to become a surgeon. His handiwork was precise and efficient. His surgeries often ended in record time. Then his cover was blown.
Nathan's sadism was eventually exposed. It was discovered that in addition to tampering with anaesthetics (explaining his absolute contempt towards anaesthesiologists), he sometimes replaced a person's painkillers with snake venom.
Nathan's medical license was revoked, but he found his niche in being a torturer-for-hire. His only stipulation was that the victim was to die immediately following the torture, as any pain they felt after the torture would be almost pleasurable. Nathan so hated when people felt happy.
Nathan has murdered countless people, almost always torturing them first. It is rumored that when one of his victims was unable to feel pain, he simply started cutting off her extremities until she was immobile, then he shoved a screwdriver through her skull.
Oddly, it is not known whether he is a virgin. His arrogance seems to preclude him from any sexual contact, as he considers himself greater than a human. What is frightening is that he may very well be right.
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 4:49 am
Mordaren In life, Tom was a good-looking guy who liked the ladies. Once he'd dated all the available girls in the area, he started seeing a girl in the next town--not knowing she was married. Eventually her husband got wind of what was going on and vowed revenge on the two of them. He told his wife he was going out of town for the weekend, then hid in the woods behind their house. As he'd guessed, that evening Tom showed up to take the lady out. The husband followed them to the nearby Lovers' Lane.
Things were getting pretty hot and heavy (if you know what I mean) when all of a sudden the car door was jerked open and Tom came face-to-face with one very huge, very angry-looking dude wielding a hunting knife.
"Oh no!" screamed the girl who had started all the trouble in the first place. "It's my husband!"
"That's right, you cheating @#%&*!" yelled her husband. "And I'm about to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" He pulled her off Tom, rammed the knife into her stomach once, and tossed her aside. Then he turned back to Tom, grinning maniacally.
"Don't hurt me!" Tom begged. "I swear to God I didn't know she was married!" But the wronged husband didn't listen. He dragged Tom out of the car and skinned him alive with the hunting knife. Then he went to town and turned himself in to the police.
When the police arrived at the crime scene, they found the woman, who was miraculously still alive. But Tom was nowhere to be found.
They say he's still hanging around Lovers' Lane, waiting to catch a couple and "teach" them the same lesson his girlfriend's husband taught him. He's described as a bloody skeleton in '20s clothes, carrying the knife he himself was skinned with. All the teenagers around here grow up hearing "Don't go to Lovers' Lane if you don't want to be Skinned Tom's next victim!"
To me, it sounds like a crock, like something parents and cops made up to keep their kids from going parking. But still, you won't catch me around there.
"have you seen the ghost of tom, long white bones with the flesh all gone ohhhh ohhhhhh wouldnt it be chilly with no skin on"
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Posted: Sun Apr 13, 2008 9:38 am
Oi~ I love theses.
: ]]
If I had any that haven't been posted, I'd post them.
x D
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Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2008 2:47 am
While in bed one night, you see a few shadows outside your window. "Just the tree, I suppose."
A few minutes later, you hear a tapping against your window. "It is nearing winter, the leaves have fallen off the tree and the branches are tapping against my window."
After that, rustling disturbs you once again. "The leaves on the ground are scraping against one another and making the rustling noise, of course."
It is now that you realize...you have no tree outside your window.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 7:36 am
When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolizes other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.
There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.
The doctor said “That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?”
The woman smiled and raised her arm “Something like this?”
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 7:38 am
An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn’t certain of which direction to go, and he’d forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He’d sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: “Now your *third* wish. What will it be?”
“Third wish?” The man was baffled. “How can it be a third wish if I haven’t had a first and second wish?”
“You’ve had two wishes already,” the hag said, “but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That’s why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes.” She cackled at the poor man. “So it is that you have one wish left.”
“All right,” he said, “I don’t believe this, but there’s no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am.”
“Funny,” said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. “That was your first wish.”
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 5:57 am
fukaimoriMidori When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolizes other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people. There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in. The doctor said “That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?” The woman smiled and raised her arm “Something like this?” Aw c'mon you have to admit you found that creepy.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 5:49 am
Okay, here's a horror story I read once.
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I was running a slight fever one day, and the teacher put me in the sick bay. At one point, there was another boy who was standing at the window talking to me.
"Hey," he said. "How are you?"
He seemed so nice and concerned about me. We chatted for some time. And after a while he said that he had to go. "I hope you get better," he said.
It was only later when I realised that the sick bay was on the fourth story of the school building.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:18 am
You get a phone call from your Mother. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken breasts.
After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. The lady cashier makes an odd remark to you, “You know, we’re in no danger of a milk shortage.” Upon arriving at her house you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In a couple, the chicken and the milk has gone bad. “Mom,” you call out, but no answer. You make your way thru the kitchen and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her head cut off and neatly resting on her lap, is your Mother.
Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator. “It’s not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into a series of repetitive behaviors,” he says.
You think to yourself, “They can’t be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?” Suddenly your cell phone goes off. “Hello?”
“Hi hun, it’s me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need some bread and cereal too.”
“No problem Mom. I’ll be right over…”
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 11:37 am
I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets under books and bags. The kids at school never said anything to my face, but I knew they were laughing behind my back.
I remember asking my parents to take me to the doctor, to get them checked out. The growths on my hands seemed to be the elephant in the room back then, since they’d just say I was fine and change the subject. But I knew better.
I had tried to remove them as a child, but without avail. Scissors, knives, potato peelers; trying to cut or scrape them off was always a lost cause because I couldn’t continue once the pain kicked in.
But today was different. It’s amazing how numb you can get with a couple of tourniquettes and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I was originally planning to use a sharp knife, but figured that trying to slice through the tough flesh of the growths would be too arduous in my drunken state. I opted for the slightly more technological plan B.
I had to hurry though. I was already pretty light-headed and was starting to feel dizzy. My hands and forearms, nearly blue from the lack of circulation, couldn’t wait much longer either. The whirring of the blender helped to put me in a sort of trance–ready to do what I had wanted to do since I first looked down at my strange deformities.
I shoved my left hand in first. The immediate sensation of sharp blades slicing through flesh was jarring, but I was surprised at how well the alcohol was working–I expected it to hurt more. I could hear the sharp metal churning and cutting, working perfectly as planned. I pressed my hand down harder. All those bad memories, all of the embarrassment–all of those horrible things were now nothing more than a thick red pulp.
Breaking from the feelings of ecstasy, I pulled out before the blades hit knuckle. I smiled, taking a good look at my new hand. As for the growths–well, five down, and five to go.
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2008 2:11 pm
fukaimoriMidori Okay, here's a horror story I read once. --- I was running a slight fever one day, and the teacher put me in the sick bay. At one point, there was another boy who was standing at the window talking to me. "Hey," he said. "How are you?" He seemed so nice and concerned about me. We chatted for some time. And after a while he said that he had to go. "I hope you get better," he said. It was only later when I realised that the sick bay was on the fourth story of the school building. Yeah, HOLiC is one of my favorite mangas. wink
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