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YOUR Scariest Ghost Story [Can be fake]
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Hello, 91300536 here. Post your scariest ghost story you know. Can be real or fake but tell which it is.
I cant wait to read the stories
I cant wait to read the stories
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I was eating a cake, then a ghost appeared and I was like,
"Sup"
and the ghost replied,
"Me obviously, I'm floating!"
after that I attempted to punch the ghost in the face then gave up and went onto planetminecraft and shared this story
"Sup"
and the ghost replied,
"Me obviously, I'm floating!"
after that I attempted to punch the ghost in the face then gave up and went onto planetminecraft and shared this story
this one is real.
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my grandma married a man named gary. he died before i was born. never had i heard about it. but one mourning i talked to him when i was 3. we were playing hide and seek for a while. little did i know he was a ghost. then he asked me to tell my grandma that he wanted her. i told her that and my grandma said gary isnt alive. i didnt belive her cause i had just talked to him. my mom was scared she tried to rush me out of the house when ever i spoke of him. and today he still walks about in my house
Does he like tacos?
people like my mom say when you yuong like that you can see ghosts
The movies say that if you have no friends, you could see ghosts. (Paranorman.... Idk why I even watched it)
This is the scariest ghost story that I know. I'm not sure if its real or not, but i'm pretty sure that it is.
isn't that so scary?!
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Once there was a man named Isabella (it can be a boy's name too!) he was very fat. He once satted on a ghost, and it said "rahhhhh" he yelled and never heard from again
The last human on earth heard a knock on his door
Then it turns out it was an animal.
Yikes!
Ugh... The actual story is:
The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
It's scarier with punctuation XD
One night, when my Mum was only 6, she sat in bed, watching the snow fall outside her window. The snow continued for 5 days, and the temperature dropped dramatically...
On the second night there was a blackout and a small break in the snow, and all the lights went off except for in one house it seemed, across the street from Mum's - Her friend Mia lived there. A few people from the neighborhood headed over to see what was going on... To be greeted by rising smoke and flames. After getting the fire service out, Mum asked the firemen if they found anyone... Two bodies were recovered, both dead and inanimate, but neither were Mia. After the five days were up, and the snow ceased, Mum walked over the road to the remains of the old home... There was a small ember in the fireplace, where she walked over... "I've tried all night, but I just can't get warm" came from behind her. It was Mia, lips blue, eyes wrinkled and shrivelled, burned arms... Mum ran out to get help, but when she came back, there was no trace of Mia. To this day, if you go through the town, you can still see smoke coming out of the house's dilapidated chimney... Little Mia is still trying to get warm...
^Fake. XD
The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.
It's scarier with punctuation XD
One night, when my Mum was only 6, she sat in bed, watching the snow fall outside her window. The snow continued for 5 days, and the temperature dropped dramatically...
On the second night there was a blackout and a small break in the snow, and all the lights went off except for in one house it seemed, across the street from Mum's - Her friend Mia lived there. A few people from the neighborhood headed over to see what was going on... To be greeted by rising smoke and flames. After getting the fire service out, Mum asked the firemen if they found anyone... Two bodies were recovered, both dead and inanimate, but neither were Mia. After the five days were up, and the snow ceased, Mum walked over the road to the remains of the old home... There was a small ember in the fireplace, where she walked over... "I've tried all night, but I just can't get warm" came from behind her. It was Mia, lips blue, eyes wrinkled and shrivelled, burned arms... Mum ran out to get help, but when she came back, there was no trace of Mia. To this day, if you go through the town, you can still see smoke coming out of the house's dilapidated chimney... Little Mia is still trying to get warm...
^Fake. XD
I've got another even scarier ghost story for you guys make sure not to read this at night.
Once a ghost said "die" and I yelled ahhhhh
Once a ghost said "die" and I yelled ahhhhh
Casper ate my last bag of doritos.
This is some freaky crap I never want to experience man.
This is some freaky crap I never want to experience man.
Not the doritos! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO We need our nachowie goodness!
Monday
WooOOooooo.
WooOOooooo.
My friend has had a family history of heart problems, and it was frankly a matter of time before he started having issues. The doctor said it was probably due to high cholesterol, or stress, or a combination of both.
He's fine now, physically at least. The experience was really hard on him, i can only imagine the realization's effect on him.
He died
For six whole minutes he stopped breathing. No pulse, no movement, nothing. The doctor said it isnt all that rare, but is no less incredible. I would have thought the experience would be envigorating to my friend. I thought it would instill a rebellious pride, knowing you cheated death. But it didnt go like that.
My friend has fallen into a deep depression. The kind of depression that not only affects the depressed, but sucks the hapiness out of everyone around him. I can only imagine how its hurting his family, his career.
But, onto the scary story. It happened one night that i felt a responsibility as his friend to get him out of the house and get him drunk. He wasnt up for it, of course, but i managed to drag him down to a bar with a couple of friends. It was a quiet night at the bar; perfect for story telling. We laughed and joked, even my depressed friend cracked a few smiles. But loosened up by alchohol, i asked a question that the answer to i know now was eating my friend alive:
What does it feel like to die?
He turned grim and dark, and i immediately regretted asking it. I apologized, but he said it was fine and agreed to tell us. We all got quiet and listened close, excited to hear a tale of of bright lights and angels and singing. But it didnt go like that.
Here is my friend's account of the story. Not exact words, but i covered what he was saying:
"You may think that death is a release. A pleasant escape from painful illness, an escape from a dreadful life, a escape from the war infested, poverty stricken planet we call earth to a perfect place of endless peace and bliss. But it didnt go like that.
Not with me at least. The pain was intense, and countinually got worse throughout the morning. I couldn't afford to miss work again, i was already behind as it was. So i took a few advil, stretched out my arm, and headed out. I really shouldnt have driven with the intese pain, the traffic only further dampened my mood. "get over it" i told myself "be a man". And i was, for a while. Things got fuzzy at the point where i was sitting at my desk, struggling to breathe, calling for help. Thats when i blacked out.
I heard lots of noises, panicked noises. Yelling, sirens, voices. I somehow managed to figure out i was in an ambulance, and tried to speak.
Then i went under again
Everything faded from view. The sounds around me became continually more muffled, replaced by a loud rushing water sound in my ears.
Thats when i died
The only way i can put into words how it feels to die is that everything is bleeding out of you. Not just blood, but the esscence of yourself. All your knowledge, your personality, your memories, your wants, your self. All falling away.
There was no light at the end of the tunnel. No voices of angels singing. Death is truly as dark as it sounds. I wouldnt describe it as "passing away" or "moving on". No, "death" is a perfect word.
If you ask me, there is no afterlife. I didnt feel someone or some God coming along to take me to a magical place, or even a devil or torturer. No, the real answer is scarier than any possible theory.
There is nothing.
After your time on this earth, there is nothing waiting for you. You wont be remembered except for a few humans who are just as insignificant as you are. It will be as if you never existed or will exist. There is no meaning of life. There is no great mystery or the afterlife. When you pass, you will no longer exist. A fate worse than any imo.
I was a man of faith. I expected fully to hear the voice of God when i passed. I expected fully to see my mother and father again. I expected fully to meet up with my dog and hug him again. I expected fully to be happy. For ever."
But it didnt go like that.
He's fine now, physically at least. The experience was really hard on him, i can only imagine the realization's effect on him.
He died
For six whole minutes he stopped breathing. No pulse, no movement, nothing. The doctor said it isnt all that rare, but is no less incredible. I would have thought the experience would be envigorating to my friend. I thought it would instill a rebellious pride, knowing you cheated death. But it didnt go like that.
My friend has fallen into a deep depression. The kind of depression that not only affects the depressed, but sucks the hapiness out of everyone around him. I can only imagine how its hurting his family, his career.
But, onto the scary story. It happened one night that i felt a responsibility as his friend to get him out of the house and get him drunk. He wasnt up for it, of course, but i managed to drag him down to a bar with a couple of friends. It was a quiet night at the bar; perfect for story telling. We laughed and joked, even my depressed friend cracked a few smiles. But loosened up by alchohol, i asked a question that the answer to i know now was eating my friend alive:
What does it feel like to die?
He turned grim and dark, and i immediately regretted asking it. I apologized, but he said it was fine and agreed to tell us. We all got quiet and listened close, excited to hear a tale of of bright lights and angels and singing. But it didnt go like that.
Here is my friend's account of the story. Not exact words, but i covered what he was saying:
"You may think that death is a release. A pleasant escape from painful illness, an escape from a dreadful life, a escape from the war infested, poverty stricken planet we call earth to a perfect place of endless peace and bliss. But it didnt go like that.
Not with me at least. The pain was intense, and countinually got worse throughout the morning. I couldn't afford to miss work again, i was already behind as it was. So i took a few advil, stretched out my arm, and headed out. I really shouldnt have driven with the intese pain, the traffic only further dampened my mood. "get over it" i told myself "be a man". And i was, for a while. Things got fuzzy at the point where i was sitting at my desk, struggling to breathe, calling for help. Thats when i blacked out.
I heard lots of noises, panicked noises. Yelling, sirens, voices. I somehow managed to figure out i was in an ambulance, and tried to speak.
Then i went under again
Everything faded from view. The sounds around me became continually more muffled, replaced by a loud rushing water sound in my ears.
Thats when i died
The only way i can put into words how it feels to die is that everything is bleeding out of you. Not just blood, but the esscence of yourself. All your knowledge, your personality, your memories, your wants, your self. All falling away.
There was no light at the end of the tunnel. No voices of angels singing. Death is truly as dark as it sounds. I wouldnt describe it as "passing away" or "moving on". No, "death" is a perfect word.
If you ask me, there is no afterlife. I didnt feel someone or some God coming along to take me to a magical place, or even a devil or torturer. No, the real answer is scarier than any possible theory.
There is nothing.
After your time on this earth, there is nothing waiting for you. You wont be remembered except for a few humans who are just as insignificant as you are. It will be as if you never existed or will exist. There is no meaning of life. There is no great mystery or the afterlife. When you pass, you will no longer exist. A fate worse than any imo.
I was a man of faith. I expected fully to hear the voice of God when i passed. I expected fully to see my mother and father again. I expected fully to meet up with my dog and hug him again. I expected fully to be happy. For ever."
But it didnt go like that.
Sounds like an agenda more than a story.
0_0
i think i over did it
That was amazing where di you get this story, Is it true?
Im very curious
Im very curious
Nope. Here's my story.
One day while I was at the Clickteam homepage, I was looking at the featured games section and found a game titled “GhostHouse.” It was the #1 game for this month. The weird thing is, the screenshot beside the title of the game didn’t load. I refreshed the page, and it still didn’t load. I tried using Google Chrome (I was using Internet Explorer before) and the image STILL didn’t load. I just assumed that they didn’t have an image for the game.
Upon clicking the download link, it came up with a dialog box with only an executable file named “GhostHouse.exe.” It was the only file that needed to be downloaded, so as imagined, I downloaded the game onto my hard drive. As soon as it was done downloading the file, the regular *DING* sound was replaced with the error noise. I checked the file, but it was there on my desktop, nothing wrong with it.
I wanted to play the game, but I had to go babysit for Aunt Becky (which meant that I also had to keep an eye on Jessie and Conner, yay.) So I downloaded the file onto a CD and took it with me. A few minutes after getting situated at her house, I went into their bedroom and stuck the CD inside. Conner wanted to know what I was doing, and I told him I was going to play a game. He asked if he could watch me, and I said okay. I opened up the CD drive, inserted the CD and double clicked on the icon.
This is where things started to get weird. A few seconds after I had clicked on the icon, the screen started to flicker. Then the game title appeared. There was no introduction, no startup logo, just took me right to the title screen. There were only three choices – New Game, Load Game, and Options. I checked the options, and there was only 3 settings there – Sound, Music and exit. The sliders to adjust the volume didn’t work at all, so I could only exit. The Load function didn’t seem to work at all. At last, there was the only option left… New Game. I pressed space, and it threw me right into the game with no story at all.
The gameplay was just a first person shooter where you had to shoot down all ghosts and escape alive. There was a ghost counter and a life bar. As for the graphics, they are black-and-white, but 3D (It was actual 3D, not Wolfenstein 3D.) It was the graphics you would see on a PlayStation game. There really wasn’t much else to say… except for this one room. It was packed with ghosts, probably like 8 to 10 ghosts in it. I was getting the crap beat out of me, my life bar going down by 1 bar every second. Soon, I was dead. It read “GaME OvEr” in a bloody, illegible font. Then the computer gave me a blue screen. There was no white text on it, just a light, blue glowing screen. I got disgusted, and decided to turn the computer off.
But before doing so, Conner told me to look at the screen. It was black, and I could hear a low-pitched buzzing sound coming from the computer… but that wasn’t possible. They didn’t have any speakers. Then, on the screen, we saw a picture of someone’s face, but the picture was broken into pieces, and scattered all over the screen. The buzzing was now high, which made me and Conner jump back. It did this about three times before the end of this “video” it showed white text saying “NOTHING WAS FOUND.” As for the face, it looked a little bit like Jessie’s, but it was hard to tell. Me and Conner stared at each other for a few seconds, then went out into the other room, shocked.
A few weeks later, I got a call from Aunt Becky’s house. When I answered the phone, all I could hear was someone saying “HEL… E… M-TT…” it sounded a lot like Conner. I went to their house as fast a possible (they lived a few blocks away from me, so they weren’t that far away.) As soon as I got there, no one was to be found. Just the TV making a low, buzzing sound like the one I heard from that video. I went into the dining room, and Jessie’s face was raw. You could actually see his flesh. On the floor, chunks of his skin from his face were scattered around. Right after seeing that, the computer then made a high pitch buzzing noise, which almost made me crap my pants. I decided to call the cops.
I called 911, and they immediately came over. I was waiting outside, and when they finally arrived, I ran to the officer, telling him what had happened. He ran inside, and found nothing. He gave me a warning not to pull a stunt like that again, or I’d be in big trouble. As they left Becky’s house, I wondered “what do you mean by I couldn’t find anything.” I went inside, and everybody was in the living room except Jessie. I asked where he was, and Becky simply replied “I don’t know, I haven’t seen him ever since that one night when you came over to watch the kids.”
Epilogue
It has been a few years since the incident has happened, and it seems as if everybody except me has forgotten about little Jessie. It's a shame, because he was a nice kid, too. Anyway, I have had a chance to search for the game online again, and to my surprise, I have found it! It's not exactly the same version I had though, but it comes pretty close to the one mentioned in the story here.
Oh, and I understand that some people that have read the story were a little confused as to what happened in the end. Well, the part in the video where it reads "NOTHING WAS FOUND" was referring to any evidence left behind. When the video has finished playing, I think it released this "entity" that had twisted the minds of everyone into thinking that Jessie doesn't exist. The next day, Jessie was murdered by the same unknown entity, and after Matt (or the babysitter) had found his corpse and left to get help, the entity not only had gotten rid of all the evidence, but it also messed with everybody's mind again, this time making everyone think that Jessie was just, well... gone. I guess you could say it was a "data ghost" that caused this mess. Now, how did it get rid of the bloody mess AND the corpse so quickly?
Maybe this "entity" had reversed time to where the mess wasn't created yet, but still having a dead Jessie at hand? Or maybe it was a complex time paradox? Well, I guess it doesn't matter as of now, since...
NOTHING WAS FOUND.
One day while I was at the Clickteam homepage, I was looking at the featured games section and found a game titled “GhostHouse.” It was the #1 game for this month. The weird thing is, the screenshot beside the title of the game didn’t load. I refreshed the page, and it still didn’t load. I tried using Google Chrome (I was using Internet Explorer before) and the image STILL didn’t load. I just assumed that they didn’t have an image for the game.
Upon clicking the download link, it came up with a dialog box with only an executable file named “GhostHouse.exe.” It was the only file that needed to be downloaded, so as imagined, I downloaded the game onto my hard drive. As soon as it was done downloading the file, the regular *DING* sound was replaced with the error noise. I checked the file, but it was there on my desktop, nothing wrong with it.
I wanted to play the game, but I had to go babysit for Aunt Becky (which meant that I also had to keep an eye on Jessie and Conner, yay.) So I downloaded the file onto a CD and took it with me. A few minutes after getting situated at her house, I went into their bedroom and stuck the CD inside. Conner wanted to know what I was doing, and I told him I was going to play a game. He asked if he could watch me, and I said okay. I opened up the CD drive, inserted the CD and double clicked on the icon.
This is where things started to get weird. A few seconds after I had clicked on the icon, the screen started to flicker. Then the game title appeared. There was no introduction, no startup logo, just took me right to the title screen. There were only three choices – New Game, Load Game, and Options. I checked the options, and there was only 3 settings there – Sound, Music and exit. The sliders to adjust the volume didn’t work at all, so I could only exit. The Load function didn’t seem to work at all. At last, there was the only option left… New Game. I pressed space, and it threw me right into the game with no story at all.
The gameplay was just a first person shooter where you had to shoot down all ghosts and escape alive. There was a ghost counter and a life bar. As for the graphics, they are black-and-white, but 3D (It was actual 3D, not Wolfenstein 3D.) It was the graphics you would see on a PlayStation game. There really wasn’t much else to say… except for this one room. It was packed with ghosts, probably like 8 to 10 ghosts in it. I was getting the crap beat out of me, my life bar going down by 1 bar every second. Soon, I was dead. It read “GaME OvEr” in a bloody, illegible font. Then the computer gave me a blue screen. There was no white text on it, just a light, blue glowing screen. I got disgusted, and decided to turn the computer off.
But before doing so, Conner told me to look at the screen. It was black, and I could hear a low-pitched buzzing sound coming from the computer… but that wasn’t possible. They didn’t have any speakers. Then, on the screen, we saw a picture of someone’s face, but the picture was broken into pieces, and scattered all over the screen. The buzzing was now high, which made me and Conner jump back. It did this about three times before the end of this “video” it showed white text saying “NOTHING WAS FOUND.” As for the face, it looked a little bit like Jessie’s, but it was hard to tell. Me and Conner stared at each other for a few seconds, then went out into the other room, shocked.
A few weeks later, I got a call from Aunt Becky’s house. When I answered the phone, all I could hear was someone saying “HEL… E… M-TT…” it sounded a lot like Conner. I went to their house as fast a possible (they lived a few blocks away from me, so they weren’t that far away.) As soon as I got there, no one was to be found. Just the TV making a low, buzzing sound like the one I heard from that video. I went into the dining room, and Jessie’s face was raw. You could actually see his flesh. On the floor, chunks of his skin from his face were scattered around. Right after seeing that, the computer then made a high pitch buzzing noise, which almost made me crap my pants. I decided to call the cops.
I called 911, and they immediately came over. I was waiting outside, and when they finally arrived, I ran to the officer, telling him what had happened. He ran inside, and found nothing. He gave me a warning not to pull a stunt like that again, or I’d be in big trouble. As they left Becky’s house, I wondered “what do you mean by I couldn’t find anything.” I went inside, and everybody was in the living room except Jessie. I asked where he was, and Becky simply replied “I don’t know, I haven’t seen him ever since that one night when you came over to watch the kids.”
Epilogue
It has been a few years since the incident has happened, and it seems as if everybody except me has forgotten about little Jessie. It's a shame, because he was a nice kid, too. Anyway, I have had a chance to search for the game online again, and to my surprise, I have found it! It's not exactly the same version I had though, but it comes pretty close to the one mentioned in the story here.
Oh, and I understand that some people that have read the story were a little confused as to what happened in the end. Well, the part in the video where it reads "NOTHING WAS FOUND" was referring to any evidence left behind. When the video has finished playing, I think it released this "entity" that had twisted the minds of everyone into thinking that Jessie doesn't exist. The next day, Jessie was murdered by the same unknown entity, and after Matt (or the babysitter) had found his corpse and left to get help, the entity not only had gotten rid of all the evidence, but it also messed with everybody's mind again, this time making everyone think that Jessie was just, well... gone. I guess you could say it was a "data ghost" that caused this mess. Now, how did it get rid of the bloody mess AND the corpse so quickly?
Maybe this "entity" had reversed time to where the mess wasn't created yet, but still having a dead Jessie at hand? Or maybe it was a complex time paradox? Well, I guess it doesn't matter as of now, since...
NOTHING WAS FOUND.
So it was fake? But, nonetheless, outstanding job!
uhhhh.... Ya think? lol
lol yes, yes you did.
This...this is deep man.
That was amazing,Is that a true story im very curious! Very good story Stars i would give a 10!
We don`t fear oblivion, we fear us someday becoming oblivion.
That comment was so deep that I drowned in it.
It all started a few days ago, a friend of mine created s private vanilla server, when i joined I spawned in a Plain biome, filled with horses, there was so much iron in the caves! I decided to do /seed so I could use this seed later, the seed turned out to be 666, I was a bit confused at this time. A few hours past, Me and my friend where mining, we mined about 6 diamonds that day. Then after I mined an emerald ore, it dropped a emerald block instead of emerald, I was astonished, thinking, What?... is this some type of glitch? but then suddenly a player called username666 joined for about 0.19 of a second. After he joined we put a whitelist up, however he still joined after the whitelist was up, so we banned him.. Now things start to get scary, when I mined another emerald ore, instead of dropping an emerald it dropped a head, names 1week in bold read font, I was scared now. about 2 minutes had passed, Then all of a sudden about 100 notepad files open saying 666 these files weren't closing when I pressed the Red X on them, so i pressed the off button on my PC, slowly the screen got darker... To be cntinued
Did you die?
Here's a harrowing tale:
I went to my late grandfathers house, which is large, (not quite a mansion, but, it's big enough to seem a little spooky at night) and I was sleeping in one of the only furnished rooms, as many of them had been cleaned out when my grandparents passed away. I was really scared and I could barely get off to sleep, but, eventually, I did. However, at around four in the morning I hear a drip dropping noise outside. I stood up and walked over to the window, shaking uncontrollably with fear and then, I looked out the window, and what I saw was a revelation. It was rain. Yup. Rain. 'cuz ghosts don't exist bro.
I went to my late grandfathers house, which is large, (not quite a mansion, but, it's big enough to seem a little spooky at night) and I was sleeping in one of the only furnished rooms, as many of them had been cleaned out when my grandparents passed away. I was really scared and I could barely get off to sleep, but, eventually, I did. However, at around four in the morning I hear a drip dropping noise outside. I stood up and walked over to the window, shaking uncontrollably with fear and then, I looked out the window, and what I saw was a revelation. It was rain. Yup. Rain. 'cuz ghosts don't exist bro.
I was walking down the street. A skeleton popped out! Then the spaghetti fell from my pockets and most importantly...
WHO WAS PHONE?
WHO WAS PHONE?
That's just like the time I was eating coco-pops but they transformed in to flying monkeys and stole my toupee before selling it to Uzbekistan mountain gypsies.
I know, right? Inspection day!
I LOL'ED. I don't know why, but I did.
This is another one of my scariest experiences. So I was in vacation in BoraBora. A small little island in the pacific. So my family and I were all relaxing at the hotel, when I needed to go to the bathroom. Seconds later I found it, oh man the relief, but the bathroom itself was looking terrible. With rotten walls and terrible stalls (oo that rhymes), I entered it. While I was peeing, I heard this voice ( I do not know if it was my imagination, my parents told me I had seen my grandma that had already died. And that I was actually talking to her... Weird) anyways the voice said, " Hello [my name here ( I really do not like telling my name to people I do not even know...]." It kept repeating while I was peeing, I did not stop peeing because I never left a job incomplete. Once I finished peeing ( wait did I day there were only stalls and no urinals, well. Just did) I tried to get out as fast as possible. As the voice repeated the same words, I imagined the person there waiting for me as I opened the stall door. Well... Turns out I couldn't unlock it. It was terrifying! I had crawl under the stall door. And I noticed there wasn't anyone out. I curiosity made me open the stall doors to check. One of them was locked ( not mine, another one) so got low an check for feet, nothing. As I leave the bathroom, the voice replaces the hello with a bye. As I left an image of a little kid crouching appeared in my head. Now that I think of it it kind of looks like my science teacher's son... And know what? At the time I lived in Brazil and barely studied English. And all of the words were said in like a straining voice, completely English and an accent I can't quite put my finger on. I still do not know if the speaker even existed or if it was my mind playing tricks on me... Still creepy. Creppy is creepy, real or not.
~My terribe Heavy Rain Spin off
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Once a upon a time...there was a guy who's name was Paco...He enjoyed his tacos, but while trying to break the ice a girl with short hair appeared from nowhere and shee hit him with a lamp...
well one time when i was camping i decided to go for a walk at about 8pm it was just getting dark so i was walking and i saw a blueish white glow so i thought it was someones house so i walked towards it and the glow slowly faded away so i kept walking and saw a dark figure lurking around i went towards that figure and it looked like iy was only a silhouette the closer the closer i walked the more it became clear when i was at the closest i would go i saw the man looked like a old lumberjack so i went to say hi and it was like he didnt notice me so i tried to touch him and my hand went right trough him so when i was walking away i looked back and the man was gone
it probably dos'nt sound scary but imagine this happening to you
it probably dos'nt sound scary but imagine this happening to you
Fund this on creepy pasta
WARNING: Long Story ahead
WARNING: Long Story ahead
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Since my mom got a new job, she started making new friends. It is common in our country that friends come to each other’s houses for a cup of coffee, cake, gossip and whatnot. Few weeks into her new job, my mom made friends with this woman, Rose. She would come maybe twice a week and they’d sit around the coffee table on our balcony and just talk. One day, when I was 17, I was at the balcony with them. I’m not sure why I was there, but knowing me, I probably ran out of internet hours (back in a day we bought internet monthly per hour in my country) and was bored as fuck. So we’re sitting there, they’re gossiping about who knows what, and mom gets up to go get some cake she had baked recently. I remained sitting at the table with Rose and that’s when my life changed forever. Rose was a good looking woman. She was about 5’6”, skinny, long black hair, pearly white teeth. Attractive woman overall. So anyways, I am sitting there with her, and she turns to me. She has this creepy grin on her face; bright red lipstick with bright white teeth underneath are just making it look more scary. Her head is moving slowly, almost as if she became a puppet. She says something in the lowest tone possible, certainly not loud enough for me to understand. “Excuse me?” I say, still not being scared, just a bit weirded out.
“You ready to go now?” She said this in a voice of a child, I kid you not. Like maybe an 8 year old girl.
Grin is still there. She mustered those words through her teeth, never opening the jaw.
“What?” I ask, starting to get scared.
“You ready?” The same thing again. Only this time, she pulls out an orange out of her purse. That’s it, she just took the orange out, and held it there. Didn’t offer it, didn’t eat it herself, just held the fucking thing.
At that point, I was getting scared as fuck. Thankfully, my mom came with the cake. Rose, almost as if someone pushed a button on a remote control, switched back to her normal self, putting the orange back into her purse without my mom noticing. I left the balcony creeped out, but I was 17 so I brushed it off quickly.
That night, I had trouble sleeping. My room is on the first floor and my window is at a maybe 5’ height, so I kept looking at it praying not to see some scary monster. I would turn in my bed constantly and look at the window maybe every 5 minutes. It was getting late and I started to doze off, but decided to look into the window one last time. And there she fucking was. Standing in the fucking window. Rose. Just standing, looking directly at me (moonlight was bright enough for me to see), with the same grin on her face. Lipstick was red as ever, and teeth were whither than ever. I was paralyzed with fear. I often imagined what I’d do in situations like these, and I always had an escape plan for any hypothetical I threw at myself. But now, when this friend of my mother’s was staring at me through my window at 4am, just smiling, I was motionless. My mouth got dry, I got goosebumps (have them now as I type this), and I swear it became freezing in my room, probably just the way the body reacts to shock. I finally gathered the courage to get up. I started walking towards the door. Hear head was turning with me. Slowly. With the grin still there. Again, it was as if she were a puppet. I wanted to scream for my parents, but knowing how tense they are, I decided not to cause panic just yet. There had to be some rational explanation, right? For fuck knows what reason, I decided to walk to the window and ask her what the fuck her problem was. I made two slow steps towards it and froze. I froze because she moved. You know what her movement was? Taking the orange out of her purse. Does anyone know what the record time is for having goosebumps? Because they sure as shit aren’t going away. Anyways, after being terrified for a minute, I decide to go on. I am a big guy and figured I’d be able to fight her off if push comes to shove. My windows pull up in order to open. I pull it open maybe some 10 inches and stop. She’s not moving, just holding the fucking orange and looking at me with the scariest grin you’ll ever see. I stand there. She stands there. Then, she starts bending. But every move she makes is so slow, so mechanical. She’s bending so she can reach the open part of the window. I’m horrified. She pushes her head through it (just enough space for her head to go through).
“You go with me now?” As she’s saying that, in her 8 year old voice, her hand is making its way through the crack, holding an orange. What do I to? What you’d do. Fucking run. I run out of my room, screaming for my dad. My dad being a light sleeper, he jumps out of his bed and screams back at me asking what the hell is going on. All I can muster to say is “Rose…window.” While dad is putting his pants on, I run back to my room, wanting Rose to be there so he can see that I am not crazy. You know how in horror movies the person you saw is gone by the time witnesses come? Yea well similar thing happened, except I caught Rose leaving. There is a house some 100 yards away from mine, and it had one of those motion activated lights (lots of crime back home). I saw the light turn on, and a glimpse of Rose disappearing behind that house. By the time dad ran into my room, she was gone. After much talking, he decided that it was just a nightmare and told me to call him only if someone physically comes into my room. “You and your fucking imagination” he said walking away. Needless to say, I got exactly zero hours of sleep that night.
Nothing happened in the next few months. Rose would still come to visit my mom, but I’d make sure I wasn’t there. Fuck that. As in every teenager’s life, so many things were happening around me and I forgot about the Rose incident. Then one day, I was spending my afternoon browsing internet (years before Reddit unfortunately). I got pretty hungry so as any spoiled child, I yelled from my room to see if my mom would come. She didn’t. Oh well tough luck, I have to go to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich. Kitchen in our house is connected to the living room, but you can’t see the living room until you’re at least in the middle of the kitchen. So I open the kitchen and walk in. I freeze. There it is, right there on the kitchen table. An orange. Immediate thought of that creepy night. Rose is here. I am still motionless in my spot. Few seconds later, I realize how stupid I am for relating a common piece of fruit to a crazy window stalker. So I walk towards the table, wanting to put the orange back in the fruit cabinet. I grab the thing and hear the voice behind me: “You will have to come with me soon, you know.” Child’s voice. It’s Rose. I produce some kind of noise resembling scared pig about to get slaughtered. Lightning fast, I turn around and there she is, standing in the middle of the living room. Just standing there, same grin on her face, same lipstick on her lips, teeth white as ever. Only she started tilting her head to the left a bit, in slow motion. I remember it as if it happened yesterday: her long black hair falling down her shoulders, white summer dress, bright red shoes to match her lipstick. I forgot to mention that she was very pale. Even in the summer, she seemed to not be friends with the sun. This added to creepiness. There’s this woman who already scared the shit out of me once, standing alone in the middle of my living room, pale as a ghost, bright red lipstick and shoes, tilting her head to the side, speaking in child’s voice. And then, and fucking then, she takes an orange out of her purse. Takes it out slowly, and looks at me, as if she wants me to have it. Just as my self-defense mode is about to take over and I either run away or tackle the crazy bitch, my mom walks in. I know it didn’t happen, but it seemed like my mom brought the light into the room. I released a breath of relief. Rose, of course, went back to her “normal” self. They were about to go for a walk and my mom was getting ready in her room while she was pulling her grudge shit on me.
Since my parents wouldn’t believe anything I was saying about her, I wasn’t sure what to do. Only thing I could do at that age is nothing, I suppose. But I swore I’d punch that woman should she ever come close to me again.
A year or so had passed without any incidents and I was getting ready to go to the United States to study in college. Since I was going to play basketball there, I had to prepare for it. I spent summer away from home, working out in a training camp in a town about 40 miles from my city. During the last night of the camp, the last incident happened. My roommate had left the camp the day before and I had the room to myself. I was very excited about going to America in few days and had trouble sleeping. My room had a beautiful balcony (I was on the third floor of a hotel). Since it was warm, I decided to sit in the chair on the balcony for a while. I walked out, sat down, and immediately regretted it.
“It is really time to come now.”
I nearly shit myself. I mean, it’s been a while since I last heard that voice, but something like that stays with you forever. I turned my head to the right, and Rose was standing on the fence of a balcony of the room next to mine. Mind you, not standing on the balcony, or sitting at the table, but standing on the fence. How she was balancing I don’t know. Balcony was at least 50 feet from the ground. And she was holding the orange. Fucking orange. Only this time, orange seemed to have been somewhat rotten, not nearly as bright as the first three times. I was scared that she would attempt to jump over to my balcony, as there was only few feet distance between them. I was also scared she’d die in attempt to do so and I’d be blamed somehow. I had no idea what the fuck was going on.
“It really is time, you know.” She said it in that child like voice, never opening her jaw, her teeth forever clenched together, and lipstick the color of fresh blood. She seemed even paler this time, and her head was tilted to the left even more. She wore red shoes.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” I screamed in desperation, angry that this woman is causing me so much distress, but also hoping that someone would hear me and come witness this crazy bitch’s harassment.
“I only want you to go where you belong.” She said that, and again, never opened her teeth. She only sprang her hand more towards me, almost offering me that semi rotten orange.
“Fuck you, you crazy bitch.” I opened the door of my room, and as I was walking in, I heard: “You will come.”
I slammed the door, deciding this woman was schizophrenic. I would’ve probably flipped out more, but I was leaving the continent in few days, at which point I was safe. Wrong.
I know I have a wall of fucking text but this is the shortest version of these creepy events. I came to the US, and have been here for 7 years now. I forgot about the incidents and went on with my life. Only time I ever thought about Rose was when talking to my mom who said that since I left, her friendship with the crazy bitch fell apart. I was glad. Last 7 years were the best of my life. I got bachelor’s and master’s degrees, I got a wonderful girlfriend, you know, life’s good, man. But then. But fucking then. I am a big technology geek, and I love Apple (don’t shoot me down for this please). So, it was Last Friday, September 21st, the release of iPhone 5. I am in front of the store with about 50 other people. I am maybe 15th in line. It’s raining. It’s cold. I’ve been there for about 4 hours now. Doors finally open. We start moving in slowly. I look across the street and instantly stop. People run into my back, I can hear complaining. But it’s all bouncing off of me. Across the street, I see a woman in a white dress, head tilted, holding something orange-ish. Grin on her face. Lipstick so bright red, I can see it from across the street. I can’t move. Someone from far in the back pushes, causing me to fall. While I gather myself, I see the woman disappearing behind the corner. I remain sitting on the ground. It was Rose. It was her, I swear. I sit there for few minutes, get myself together, and walk in the store. No phones left. I decide to walk across the street. And there it was. At the place where she was standing now only sits a mushed, terribly rotten orange. That’s it. Just a rotten orange. I started crying. All memories came back. I thought that my whole life would constitute of being stalked by some maniac. And how did she find me anyways? I spent next few hours in a nearby coffee shop, drinking tea and reasoning how this could be logically possible. I kept no secret from my friends and family about my whereabouts. Did she stalk my Facebook? My friends? Did she travel here to harm me? What the fuck is her deal? Answering no questions I asked myself, I went home, deciding to keep it all to myself. My girlfriend noticed something was wrong with me for the next few days, but didn’t push it. I figured it was all a fluke, my mind playing tricks because I was up all night before that morning. Plus, it was raining. How could I see that well? And that orange, well that was just a coincidence. I convinced myself that I was just making it all up.
So today, a letter came. I get a lot of mail, so it’s not that out of the ordinary. But there was this envelope with no return address. I opened it and was immediately shocked. I was holding a Polaroid picture. In it, there was me, standing in line in front of the store last Friday. Only the picture was taken by a person behind me. It was taken at the moment I was looking across the street. I can tell because I could see the horror on my face. On the back of the photo, there were few words written with a black pen:
“you come with me, NOW.”
I dropped the picture and started crying like a baby. Like really crying my ass off. My girlfriend found me in our room, curled up on bed, still crying. She was terrified that maybe someone close to us had died, as she’s never seen me let a single tear before. I had to tell her. I started telling her the story, leaving most details out, so I can get to the point quicker. As I was talking, she was getting more and more pale. She never said a word. I finished my story and she was pale as ghost, not moving. Then she asked. She asked a fucking question that honestly caused me to almost faint. She said: “This woman, did she happen, to… um, hold an orange?” I froze, she started crying like I’ve never seen her cry before.
We had a long talk that night, and her story would require another wall of text. Honestly, I am fucking tired from typing this much and am pretty sure nobody will be willing to read this much. I am also lost. Terrified. Confused. But if someone does read this, I’ll write the rest. I’ll write in hope that someone can offer a solution, and an answer maybe. Currently, we are both scared as fuck, not knowing what to do next. Police is an option, but what do we tell them? I don’t know man, I am fucking scared for mine and her well being. Help me.
Update: Well guys, shit. Don’t know what to tell you. It happened again today. Except I didn’t see her. Let me give you a quick rundown of events:
9:00 am – I go to the local police station with my girlfriend. We tell them all that we know and show them the Polaroid. Although quite friendly, they say they really can’t do much other than maybe file a restraining order against the person who probably (their words) isn’t even in the country. They think I mistook her for someone else and the picture, well they said it was probably a prank. They did take the photo and open a file about it, just in case it escalates. It did.
1:00 pm – We arrived in town where I saw her. Went to the location, there was nothing there. Don’t know what the hell I expected anyways. We stayed there for a while.
6:30 pm – Arriving home. Front door of the house is open, but this is not uncommon as we live with 5 other roommates. We go upstairs to our room. Our room is open. That is unheard of as we always make sure we lock it. And our landlord is the only other person who has the key. I yell asking if someone is there, no response. Also, no roommates are in the house, it seems. We walk in. We freeze. Our room is decently small, constitutes of two queen size beds put together and a little dresser and that’s about it. So what did we see? Pillows are all on our dresser. Towels on the bed.Our sheet is taken off the bed and put on the floor. It is spread out. In the center of it is an orange cut in two halves with a little peel next to it. My laptop is facing the door and is playing the same song on repeat. My laptop was turned off before I left and was also password protected. The song playing is my favorite from childhood, “Africa” by Toto. My desktop background was changed to one picture from my childhood that I didn’t even have in the computer.
7:00 pm – We call the police, they arrive 15 minutes later. I take about 5 pics of the mess just before they come. They say they’ll start an investigation, but claim that it’s still not “serious enough” for fingerprints and stuff.
8:30 pm – They leave and tell us to call should anything happen again, and also advise us to stay with friends if possible.
We spent next few hours just talking, man. Trying to figure it out. We’re exhausted both mentally and physically. I am going to Skype with my mom tomorrow and see if she knows anything. I will type up my gf’s story tonight, but may post it in the morning if I don’t finish it all in time. I will include photos I took, I promise you that much.
Holy fuck, this shit is happening to me.
“You ready to go now?” She said this in a voice of a child, I kid you not. Like maybe an 8 year old girl.
Grin is still there. She mustered those words through her teeth, never opening the jaw.
“What?” I ask, starting to get scared.
“You ready?” The same thing again. Only this time, she pulls out an orange out of her purse. That’s it, she just took the orange out, and held it there. Didn’t offer it, didn’t eat it herself, just held the fucking thing.
At that point, I was getting scared as fuck. Thankfully, my mom came with the cake. Rose, almost as if someone pushed a button on a remote control, switched back to her normal self, putting the orange back into her purse without my mom noticing. I left the balcony creeped out, but I was 17 so I brushed it off quickly.
That night, I had trouble sleeping. My room is on the first floor and my window is at a maybe 5’ height, so I kept looking at it praying not to see some scary monster. I would turn in my bed constantly and look at the window maybe every 5 minutes. It was getting late and I started to doze off, but decided to look into the window one last time. And there she fucking was. Standing in the fucking window. Rose. Just standing, looking directly at me (moonlight was bright enough for me to see), with the same grin on her face. Lipstick was red as ever, and teeth were whither than ever. I was paralyzed with fear. I often imagined what I’d do in situations like these, and I always had an escape plan for any hypothetical I threw at myself. But now, when this friend of my mother’s was staring at me through my window at 4am, just smiling, I was motionless. My mouth got dry, I got goosebumps (have them now as I type this), and I swear it became freezing in my room, probably just the way the body reacts to shock. I finally gathered the courage to get up. I started walking towards the door. Hear head was turning with me. Slowly. With the grin still there. Again, it was as if she were a puppet. I wanted to scream for my parents, but knowing how tense they are, I decided not to cause panic just yet. There had to be some rational explanation, right? For fuck knows what reason, I decided to walk to the window and ask her what the fuck her problem was. I made two slow steps towards it and froze. I froze because she moved. You know what her movement was? Taking the orange out of her purse. Does anyone know what the record time is for having goosebumps? Because they sure as shit aren’t going away. Anyways, after being terrified for a minute, I decide to go on. I am a big guy and figured I’d be able to fight her off if push comes to shove. My windows pull up in order to open. I pull it open maybe some 10 inches and stop. She’s not moving, just holding the fucking orange and looking at me with the scariest grin you’ll ever see. I stand there. She stands there. Then, she starts bending. But every move she makes is so slow, so mechanical. She’s bending so she can reach the open part of the window. I’m horrified. She pushes her head through it (just enough space for her head to go through).
“You go with me now?” As she’s saying that, in her 8 year old voice, her hand is making its way through the crack, holding an orange. What do I to? What you’d do. Fucking run. I run out of my room, screaming for my dad. My dad being a light sleeper, he jumps out of his bed and screams back at me asking what the hell is going on. All I can muster to say is “Rose…window.” While dad is putting his pants on, I run back to my room, wanting Rose to be there so he can see that I am not crazy. You know how in horror movies the person you saw is gone by the time witnesses come? Yea well similar thing happened, except I caught Rose leaving. There is a house some 100 yards away from mine, and it had one of those motion activated lights (lots of crime back home). I saw the light turn on, and a glimpse of Rose disappearing behind that house. By the time dad ran into my room, she was gone. After much talking, he decided that it was just a nightmare and told me to call him only if someone physically comes into my room. “You and your fucking imagination” he said walking away. Needless to say, I got exactly zero hours of sleep that night.
Nothing happened in the next few months. Rose would still come to visit my mom, but I’d make sure I wasn’t there. Fuck that. As in every teenager’s life, so many things were happening around me and I forgot about the Rose incident. Then one day, I was spending my afternoon browsing internet (years before Reddit unfortunately). I got pretty hungry so as any spoiled child, I yelled from my room to see if my mom would come. She didn’t. Oh well tough luck, I have to go to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich. Kitchen in our house is connected to the living room, but you can’t see the living room until you’re at least in the middle of the kitchen. So I open the kitchen and walk in. I freeze. There it is, right there on the kitchen table. An orange. Immediate thought of that creepy night. Rose is here. I am still motionless in my spot. Few seconds later, I realize how stupid I am for relating a common piece of fruit to a crazy window stalker. So I walk towards the table, wanting to put the orange back in the fruit cabinet. I grab the thing and hear the voice behind me: “You will have to come with me soon, you know.” Child’s voice. It’s Rose. I produce some kind of noise resembling scared pig about to get slaughtered. Lightning fast, I turn around and there she is, standing in the middle of the living room. Just standing there, same grin on her face, same lipstick on her lips, teeth white as ever. Only she started tilting her head to the left a bit, in slow motion. I remember it as if it happened yesterday: her long black hair falling down her shoulders, white summer dress, bright red shoes to match her lipstick. I forgot to mention that she was very pale. Even in the summer, she seemed to not be friends with the sun. This added to creepiness. There’s this woman who already scared the shit out of me once, standing alone in the middle of my living room, pale as a ghost, bright red lipstick and shoes, tilting her head to the side, speaking in child’s voice. And then, and fucking then, she takes an orange out of her purse. Takes it out slowly, and looks at me, as if she wants me to have it. Just as my self-defense mode is about to take over and I either run away or tackle the crazy bitch, my mom walks in. I know it didn’t happen, but it seemed like my mom brought the light into the room. I released a breath of relief. Rose, of course, went back to her “normal” self. They were about to go for a walk and my mom was getting ready in her room while she was pulling her grudge shit on me.
Since my parents wouldn’t believe anything I was saying about her, I wasn’t sure what to do. Only thing I could do at that age is nothing, I suppose. But I swore I’d punch that woman should she ever come close to me again.
A year or so had passed without any incidents and I was getting ready to go to the United States to study in college. Since I was going to play basketball there, I had to prepare for it. I spent summer away from home, working out in a training camp in a town about 40 miles from my city. During the last night of the camp, the last incident happened. My roommate had left the camp the day before and I had the room to myself. I was very excited about going to America in few days and had trouble sleeping. My room had a beautiful balcony (I was on the third floor of a hotel). Since it was warm, I decided to sit in the chair on the balcony for a while. I walked out, sat down, and immediately regretted it.
“It is really time to come now.”
I nearly shit myself. I mean, it’s been a while since I last heard that voice, but something like that stays with you forever. I turned my head to the right, and Rose was standing on the fence of a balcony of the room next to mine. Mind you, not standing on the balcony, or sitting at the table, but standing on the fence. How she was balancing I don’t know. Balcony was at least 50 feet from the ground. And she was holding the orange. Fucking orange. Only this time, orange seemed to have been somewhat rotten, not nearly as bright as the first three times. I was scared that she would attempt to jump over to my balcony, as there was only few feet distance between them. I was also scared she’d die in attempt to do so and I’d be blamed somehow. I had no idea what the fuck was going on.
“It really is time, you know.” She said it in that child like voice, never opening her jaw, her teeth forever clenched together, and lipstick the color of fresh blood. She seemed even paler this time, and her head was tilted to the left even more. She wore red shoes.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” I screamed in desperation, angry that this woman is causing me so much distress, but also hoping that someone would hear me and come witness this crazy bitch’s harassment.
“I only want you to go where you belong.” She said that, and again, never opened her teeth. She only sprang her hand more towards me, almost offering me that semi rotten orange.
“Fuck you, you crazy bitch.” I opened the door of my room, and as I was walking in, I heard: “You will come.”
I slammed the door, deciding this woman was schizophrenic. I would’ve probably flipped out more, but I was leaving the continent in few days, at which point I was safe. Wrong.
I know I have a wall of fucking text but this is the shortest version of these creepy events. I came to the US, and have been here for 7 years now. I forgot about the incidents and went on with my life. Only time I ever thought about Rose was when talking to my mom who said that since I left, her friendship with the crazy bitch fell apart. I was glad. Last 7 years were the best of my life. I got bachelor’s and master’s degrees, I got a wonderful girlfriend, you know, life’s good, man. But then. But fucking then. I am a big technology geek, and I love Apple (don’t shoot me down for this please). So, it was Last Friday, September 21st, the release of iPhone 5. I am in front of the store with about 50 other people. I am maybe 15th in line. It’s raining. It’s cold. I’ve been there for about 4 hours now. Doors finally open. We start moving in slowly. I look across the street and instantly stop. People run into my back, I can hear complaining. But it’s all bouncing off of me. Across the street, I see a woman in a white dress, head tilted, holding something orange-ish. Grin on her face. Lipstick so bright red, I can see it from across the street. I can’t move. Someone from far in the back pushes, causing me to fall. While I gather myself, I see the woman disappearing behind the corner. I remain sitting on the ground. It was Rose. It was her, I swear. I sit there for few minutes, get myself together, and walk in the store. No phones left. I decide to walk across the street. And there it was. At the place where she was standing now only sits a mushed, terribly rotten orange. That’s it. Just a rotten orange. I started crying. All memories came back. I thought that my whole life would constitute of being stalked by some maniac. And how did she find me anyways? I spent next few hours in a nearby coffee shop, drinking tea and reasoning how this could be logically possible. I kept no secret from my friends and family about my whereabouts. Did she stalk my Facebook? My friends? Did she travel here to harm me? What the fuck is her deal? Answering no questions I asked myself, I went home, deciding to keep it all to myself. My girlfriend noticed something was wrong with me for the next few days, but didn’t push it. I figured it was all a fluke, my mind playing tricks because I was up all night before that morning. Plus, it was raining. How could I see that well? And that orange, well that was just a coincidence. I convinced myself that I was just making it all up.
So today, a letter came. I get a lot of mail, so it’s not that out of the ordinary. But there was this envelope with no return address. I opened it and was immediately shocked. I was holding a Polaroid picture. In it, there was me, standing in line in front of the store last Friday. Only the picture was taken by a person behind me. It was taken at the moment I was looking across the street. I can tell because I could see the horror on my face. On the back of the photo, there were few words written with a black pen:
“you come with me, NOW.”
I dropped the picture and started crying like a baby. Like really crying my ass off. My girlfriend found me in our room, curled up on bed, still crying. She was terrified that maybe someone close to us had died, as she’s never seen me let a single tear before. I had to tell her. I started telling her the story, leaving most details out, so I can get to the point quicker. As I was talking, she was getting more and more pale. She never said a word. I finished my story and she was pale as ghost, not moving. Then she asked. She asked a fucking question that honestly caused me to almost faint. She said: “This woman, did she happen, to… um, hold an orange?” I froze, she started crying like I’ve never seen her cry before.
We had a long talk that night, and her story would require another wall of text. Honestly, I am fucking tired from typing this much and am pretty sure nobody will be willing to read this much. I am also lost. Terrified. Confused. But if someone does read this, I’ll write the rest. I’ll write in hope that someone can offer a solution, and an answer maybe. Currently, we are both scared as fuck, not knowing what to do next. Police is an option, but what do we tell them? I don’t know man, I am fucking scared for mine and her well being. Help me.
Update: Well guys, shit. Don’t know what to tell you. It happened again today. Except I didn’t see her. Let me give you a quick rundown of events:
9:00 am – I go to the local police station with my girlfriend. We tell them all that we know and show them the Polaroid. Although quite friendly, they say they really can’t do much other than maybe file a restraining order against the person who probably (their words) isn’t even in the country. They think I mistook her for someone else and the picture, well they said it was probably a prank. They did take the photo and open a file about it, just in case it escalates. It did.
1:00 pm – We arrived in town where I saw her. Went to the location, there was nothing there. Don’t know what the hell I expected anyways. We stayed there for a while.
6:30 pm – Arriving home. Front door of the house is open, but this is not uncommon as we live with 5 other roommates. We go upstairs to our room. Our room is open. That is unheard of as we always make sure we lock it. And our landlord is the only other person who has the key. I yell asking if someone is there, no response. Also, no roommates are in the house, it seems. We walk in. We freeze. Our room is decently small, constitutes of two queen size beds put together and a little dresser and that’s about it. So what did we see? Pillows are all on our dresser. Towels on the bed.Our sheet is taken off the bed and put on the floor. It is spread out. In the center of it is an orange cut in two halves with a little peel next to it. My laptop is facing the door and is playing the same song on repeat. My laptop was turned off before I left and was also password protected. The song playing is my favorite from childhood, “Africa” by Toto. My desktop background was changed to one picture from my childhood that I didn’t even have in the computer.
7:00 pm – We call the police, they arrive 15 minutes later. I take about 5 pics of the mess just before they come. They say they’ll start an investigation, but claim that it’s still not “serious enough” for fingerprints and stuff.
8:30 pm – They leave and tell us to call should anything happen again, and also advise us to stay with friends if possible.
We spent next few hours just talking, man. Trying to figure it out. We’re exhausted both mentally and physically. I am going to Skype with my mom tomorrow and see if she knows anything. I will type up my gf’s story tonight, but may post it in the morning if I don’t finish it all in time. I will include photos I took, I promise you that much.
Holy fuck, this shit is happening to me.
What is the name of this story?
I have heard that one. It gets so scary... my god. The Woman Holding An Orange...
you cant run for ever.... it was inside my head i couldn't get it out. falling. i was falling. why was i falling. i hit the ground and heard a crack. OOF said a voice followed by laughter. diamonds. there were diamonds on the ground. i picked them up. they faded into dust and sand. but there was something in the mixture of sand and dust. it was a skull. i was hit by a minecart that was being driven by a skeleton on fire. it was laughing as it got taller and taller. i was at home. it was still broken. i went to the mines and saw the dust and sand and the skull. i decided to ignore it. after 10 days had passed every block i had placed had disappeared and everything i mined reappeared. see what i can do? said a voice. i was used to this so all i did all day was try to mine and place and every day one block was placeable. three days later i woke up. everything was red and on fire. a couple things weren't some were brown. i saw pigs standing on two legs. then i realized where i was.the nether. suddenly lava burst out of the ground and suddenly i was back home but the lava still poured everywhere. i placed the one block on my roof. the lava was rising three days had passed and the lava continued to rise. i slipped on the dusty skull i found in the mine. goodbye...
One time this ghost was mad at the dog who killed him so while the dog was pooping he shoved the poop back in so furiously that the dog turned into robin Williams and then started twerking. True story
This isnt that scary dont worry about it...
So one day I found this cracked server and it was really fun and I played on it for about a week. Then someone named Russian_Commando joined... He joined my faction (UchihaClan) and we played together on that server for a while... Now the wierd part...
One day we were playing and the owner was on, then he just randomly started saying GET OFF!! GET OFF!! IM GONNA BAN YOU! I didnt know who he was talking about ,everyone in my faction was freaked out we we were hiding at our base, then our base dissapeared we were in a cave full of diamond blocks, I said this is obviously a redstone trap... Some idiot mined one of them and on my computer a bunch of folders called Hello... (MyNameHere) I shut down my computer and didn't go on for a week . After a week I came on the server and Russian_Commando didnt know who I was, and when I told him that we used to play on MC together all the time he started to hate me... MORE SCARY VERSION COMING SOON
So one day I found this cracked server and it was really fun and I played on it for about a week. Then someone named Russian_Commando joined... He joined my faction (UchihaClan) and we played together on that server for a while... Now the wierd part...
One day we were playing and the owner was on, then he just randomly started saying GET OFF!! GET OFF!! IM GONNA BAN YOU! I didnt know who he was talking about ,everyone in my faction was freaked out we we were hiding at our base, then our base dissapeared we were in a cave full of diamond blocks, I said this is obviously a redstone trap... Some idiot mined one of them and on my computer a bunch of folders called Hello... (MyNameHere) I shut down my computer and didn't go on for a week . After a week I came on the server and Russian_Commando didnt know who I was, and when I told him that we used to play on MC together all the time he started to hate me... MORE SCARY VERSION COMING SOON
One day,
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The END.
But no, really. This really happened:
Toaster:
One night, in my house, I was preparing a Toaster Strudel. It took forever for it to top out (That's what she said). Soon, a fire had started. After I put it out, I just decided to get a candy bar. I thought it was just a stupid toaster doing its stupid things, but I was wrong.
There are many toaster-related deaths a year. Spirits like to use clever ways to kill their victims.
I did not know that at the time.
I later went to bed. Hearing some clinking in the kitchen, I assumed my parents were going to bed. However, I was wrong. The toaster was floating around. It was coming towards me.
I had my door locked, on my laptop. Fortunately, I was not bothered that night. But the first night I didn't lock my dIM being attacke fd by my toasdter rigths nowt, save mehjm
!!!!!!!
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The END.
But no, really. This really happened:
Toaster:
One night, in my house, I was preparing a Toaster Strudel. It took forever for it to top out (That's what she said). Soon, a fire had started. After I put it out, I just decided to get a candy bar. I thought it was just a stupid toaster doing its stupid things, but I was wrong.
There are many toaster-related deaths a year. Spirits like to use clever ways to kill their victims.
I did not know that at the time.
I later went to bed. Hearing some clinking in the kitchen, I assumed my parents were going to bed. However, I was wrong. The toaster was floating around. It was coming towards me.
I had my door locked, on my laptop. Fortunately, I was not bothered that night. But the first night I didn't lock my dIM being attacke fd by my toasdter rigths nowt, save mehjm
!!!!!!!
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When I was 6 and my bro was 9, it was 11:00 on a Friday night. he went to turn off his light and he seen something that looked like my aunt Tony, except with blood red eyes. Thing is, she is still alive. Until my brother was 14 I had to turn off his light. It was strange to see my big macho older brother with my Dad's attitude act like a baby at night. Eventually he started shutting off his light again though. I still tease him about it though.
There was a man at his home, and a cop knocked on the door.
The cop had a missing eye (eye patch over it), a 4 o clock shadow, and messy hair.
He asked the man if he knew who commited the murder next door.
The man didnt know there was a murder, and said, "No."
The next day, on the news, there was a report that the murderer had been found and arrested.
But when they showed the picture of the murderer, it was a man, with an eyepatch, a 4 o clock shadow, and messy hair...
*DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN*
The cop had a missing eye (eye patch over it), a 4 o clock shadow, and messy hair.
He asked the man if he knew who commited the murder next door.
The man didnt know there was a murder, and said, "No."
The next day, on the news, there was a report that the murderer had been found and arrested.
But when they showed the picture of the murderer, it was a man, with an eyepatch, a 4 o clock shadow, and messy hair...
*DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN*
Last night while I was browsing the web, I thought I heard an alien breathing sound (kind of like Darth Vader) I seriously thought I was going to die. I half jumped out of my chair and looked behind me, and remembered I had my dog on my bed. My dog breathes weird and I instantly figured out it was just my dog breathing.
When I was at the Kent State campus (in America, google it if you're non-Murican) and I was running around looking at squirrells (they're black squirrells, ftw) and I kept trying to run and look at the same one. I was watching two, and one was five feet away from me. I turn and look at the second one as he ran up a tree, and looked back at the first one. He wasn't there. I thought I was going to die. Then I saw him up in the tree.
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This one I wrote myself. Its a Slender Man story.
Sorry, there may be a few mistakes.
Sorry, there may be a few mistakes.
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Amie wandered into the dusk woods alone.
She needed time to collect her thoughts. This was the fourth relationship that had ended in disaster.
They all had seemed like nice men. But give them some time and they would reveal their true identity. They were monsters.
Amie sat against her favorite tree. Its branches were long and low. It was the perfect climbing tree. But today she didn’t feel like climbing.
She rested her head against her knees and began to cry.
It was like no one loved her, as if the whole world hated her.
Nothing seemed real anymore. Everything she had known to be truth was now a lie.
The world felt to her like a web of lies and she was caught right in the middle. She was the prey and everyone else was the spider.
Everyone seemed so happy with their lives. Everything was perfect for them.
It was like the world was a videogame. Everyone but her knew how to play.
Imagine being trapped in a game where you don’t understand the rules, clumsily trying to understand how to make it through. But you can’t, you can’t progress.
That is how Amie felt. In fact life could be so closely compared to a game that she wondered if that’s all it really was.
Amie suddenly felt tired. She needed to rest. Sleep was calling to her.
Her last thoughts before entering into the dark were: If this is a game, I won’t play.
Her dream was strange. She was floating across a land scape of rolling hills. In the distance were mountains. She needed to get to them but there were two glass walls blocking her path.
As she floated toward the first she reached out and pushed it. It ripped like fabric. Then she was at the next wall. She tried to rip through it but it was not as easy as the first.
Something wanted her to stay away. Flashes of purple flew across her vision. She refused to wake up. Then she was through. She was on the other side heading toward the mountains. She was free.
Amie awoke in a room filled with thousands of beds. Each held a sleeping person, wires trailing from their heads into a massive glowing pillar in the center of the room.
She sat up and ripped the wires off her head. She noticed a few empty beds. Only about one-hundred.
One-hundred out of over seven-billion people awake from the game of life, and she was one of them.
She could see herself back in the game, back in the midnight woods of Mississippi.
She was just an empty template for a character now: Faceless, colorless, genderless. She wore a default uniform – a black tuxedo. She was unnaturally tall and very Slender.
But the game didn’t matter anymore. Amie was now free.
Before she left she gave her template a message: "The world hated me, so I will hate it. You will Haunt them, make them scared to even look at you, show them no mercy.
She needed time to collect her thoughts. This was the fourth relationship that had ended in disaster.
They all had seemed like nice men. But give them some time and they would reveal their true identity. They were monsters.
Amie sat against her favorite tree. Its branches were long and low. It was the perfect climbing tree. But today she didn’t feel like climbing.
She rested her head against her knees and began to cry.
It was like no one loved her, as if the whole world hated her.
Nothing seemed real anymore. Everything she had known to be truth was now a lie.
The world felt to her like a web of lies and she was caught right in the middle. She was the prey and everyone else was the spider.
Everyone seemed so happy with their lives. Everything was perfect for them.
It was like the world was a videogame. Everyone but her knew how to play.
Imagine being trapped in a game where you don’t understand the rules, clumsily trying to understand how to make it through. But you can’t, you can’t progress.
That is how Amie felt. In fact life could be so closely compared to a game that she wondered if that’s all it really was.
Amie suddenly felt tired. She needed to rest. Sleep was calling to her.
Her last thoughts before entering into the dark were: If this is a game, I won’t play.
Her dream was strange. She was floating across a land scape of rolling hills. In the distance were mountains. She needed to get to them but there were two glass walls blocking her path.
As she floated toward the first she reached out and pushed it. It ripped like fabric. Then she was at the next wall. She tried to rip through it but it was not as easy as the first.
Something wanted her to stay away. Flashes of purple flew across her vision. She refused to wake up. Then she was through. She was on the other side heading toward the mountains. She was free.
Amie awoke in a room filled with thousands of beds. Each held a sleeping person, wires trailing from their heads into a massive glowing pillar in the center of the room.
She sat up and ripped the wires off her head. She noticed a few empty beds. Only about one-hundred.
One-hundred out of over seven-billion people awake from the game of life, and she was one of them.
She could see herself back in the game, back in the midnight woods of Mississippi.
She was just an empty template for a character now: Faceless, colorless, genderless. She wore a default uniform – a black tuxedo. She was unnaturally tall and very Slender.
But the game didn’t matter anymore. Amie was now free.
Before she left she gave her template a message: "The world hated me, so I will hate it. You will Haunt them, make them scared to even look at you, show them no mercy.
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