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2009-10-30 10:30:50 AM
Can't wait for the stories, this is one of my favourite threads ever.

I don't actually have any scary stories myself, so...yeah.
 
2009-10-30 10:31:56 AM
AWESOME!! Best thread of the year. My story copied and pasted from previous years with little editing.

Closest I ever came to seeing a ghost. So my wife and I moved into our current house about two years ago. The guy we bought it from had lived there since the sixties but his wife had died about 20 years ago. So we are in the process of moving in and I am a big believer in getting your bedroom furniture moved in first and then getting your bed made ect. So we did all that and I went out to the UHaul to bring more crap in and I was bringing something back into the master bedroom and as soon as I walked in the master bedroom door I happened to look to my left to my wife's nightside table and the lamp slid about four inches. I just stood there and stared and I got chills up my spine. I hollered out my wife's name as loud as I could only to hear her say "I am right here". She was under the bed on the far side of the room and she was plugging the lamp that I saw move into an extension cord and she had pulled it to get some slack.
 
2009-10-30 10:34:47 AM
There was that time there was a perfectly good TFD thread going, and then it was greenlit.
 
2009-10-30 10:36:55 AM
TotalFark comprises my entire social life.
 
2009-10-30 10:46:21 AM
There ounce was a Canadian whou inserted extrannouus "u"s intou his wourds
 
2009-10-30 10:47:05 AM
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2009-10-30 10:49:39 AM
...and then Sarah Palin was sworn in as President.

Or, for Republicans: ...and then Nancy Pelosi was sworn in as President. Actually, that's pretty bipartisan.
 
2009-10-30 10:51:18 AM
The last time I remember being actually fairly frightened -- and this is goofy -- was back in Korea in probably late October or early November. I was camping in a park and rock climbing with friends.

Not wanting to pay a grounds fee, I elected to camp in a very remote area of the camp. I ate dinner with my buddies in their area and then had to walk back to my own camp.

Well, things looked different at night. I wound up at a dead end at a massive Buddhist temple. On one side was the temple; on the other side was a creepy, unlit stone bridge leading into a forest. There were no lights on any paths, I had no map, it was dark and cold, and I was lost. Also the bridge was creepy and I was reluctant to leave the few lights of the temple for the woods.

Long story short, I got myself all worked up about walking into the deep woods. I had no recollection that my camp was back that way.

Turns out that the entire place looked VERY different at night versus in the light, and I was just being silly.

/cool story, huh?
 
2009-10-30 10:51:59 AM
El Chode: 2!

Don't be silly. There's no such thing as two.
 
2009-10-30 10:52:21 AM
...so i went to the fridge and there was


NO BEER


muahahahahaha
 
2009-10-30 10:53:59 AM
The best one I've got is that a year or so ago my sister was home alone and the power went out. For some reason this scared her, so I had to go over to figure out if it was just her fuse box or if the power was out because for some reason she couldn't just look outside (it was the whole neighborhood). In the mean time, a few of her friends had come over to do the same thing.

Since my sister is obviously retarded, I told her pull out the ol' ouija board. While she and her friends were setting that up, I called the power company, who told me a squirrel got caught in a transformer and the power would be up in about 3 hours.

We starting ouijaing and I did the usual bullshiat questions and guided the thing to make fun of my sister for being retarded. They all got mad, so I tried it for real, and said "if there are any spirits present, give us a sign" and at that very moment the power came back on.

The scary thing is that I have the power to command spirits to control the infrastructure of small regions of the North Eastern United States.
 
2009-10-30 10:54:08 AM
My grandparents died within a week of one another a few years ago. They owned (and lived in) an apartment building in New York City - but as they grew older they stopped renting out the apartments since they felt they were getting too old for tenets. By the late 1990's they were the only ones living in the building. In the time that the apartments were unoccupied my grandfather cut back on the maintenance - understandable when you realize he was in his 80's and did it all himself (because he wanted to - not because no one wanted to help him). In any case my family is now renovating the building so we can once again rent it out. Since somewhere in the family there is someone in just about every building trade we are doing all the work. Electrical, my dad is a licensed electrician. Painting? One of my cousins in a painting contractor. Flooring? Plumbing? HVAC? Yeah, the clan has everything covered. So when we work on the building we know exactly who did what - and can chew them out about it when they do it wrong in that special way only family can.

And now for the weird part. Back in April I was alone in the building sanding drywall my brother had tapped and plastered a few days before. Now we have a rule to always kill power to the building when we aren't working in it. Since all of us are putting in what time we have when we have it you never really know what someone is working on. Power off is a basic safety precaution. In anycase I am setting up to work when I plug in the drywall sander and *WOOSH* it turns on. I immediately know my brother had left the power on last time he was here. I see an enjoyable family argument (that I'm in the right on!) in the future. So I hurry up and finish my sanding and head down to the basement to kill the power to the building now that I am done. The power is already off. Every single breaker is off. There is no power in the building. I run back upstairs and grab an outlet tester. The outlet I had plugged into was off. There was no electricity in it. I plug in the sander. Nothing.

Grandpa must have been helping out with the project.
 
2009-10-30 10:54:36 AM
TwistedIvory: El Chode: 2!

Don't be silly. There's no such thing as two.


The weirder thing is that I apparently coded a few letters into that, or else got filterpwned
 
2009-10-30 10:54:48 AM
Not really a scary story, but appropriate:

I was over a friend's house one day after high school. There was a bad thunderstorm, so we were just hanging out, watching TV. Outer Limits came on: "There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission."

And then a lightning bolt shot through the window and into the TV, utterly destroying it.
 
2009-10-30 10:56:59 AM
One time the girlfriend and I were traveling in between Florida and Baltimore to visit family for the holidays. We were about halfway through the drive when it started getting late, and we decided to pull off the highway and find a place to sleep.

It was bitter cold and the heater in our South Carolina Comfort Inn Express just off I-95 was barely functional. It keep the room just warm enough to sleep when piled under several pillows and blankets, but it was still cold enough that you could faintly see your breath.

We were on the second floor, in the back of the U-shaped complex of rooms, facing the woods behind the hotel. The wind was howling, and there was a large, unkempt tree outside the large window at the front of the room, which kept scraping up against the glass, making the creepy, unnerving scratching sound.

After watching a couple episodes of Full House on one of the few cable channels offered in the room without having to pay extra, we decided to go to bed. It was difficult to find the correct balance of blankets to pile under and limbs to hang outside the blankets. Too many limbs under too many blankets, and I'd start sweating profusely. Too many limbs outside the blankets, and my extremities would start to go numb from the cold.

Sometime around 1am, I found the perfect balance and manage to doze off into a light slumber. Sometime around 3am, the branches scraping against the front window gently roused me from my slumber. As I lay on my left side, facing the night stand on the side of the bed, I slowly opened my eyes to check the time. The clock was obstructed by my pillow, but before I could even move to clear myself a line of sight to the clock, my unfocused eyes fell upon a frightening sight on the wall just past the night stand.

To my horror, a grayish, opaque woman, roughly in her early 20s, was crouched down at the nightstand, staring at me. As I gazed upon her, frozen with fear, she seemed to detect my discomfort, and her eyes shifted away to a downward gaze, and a look of shame sort of took over her. I noticed she was quite attractive, and at the same time, she seemed to pick up on my very thoughts, because she looked back up at me, with a sort of Mona Lisa smirk on her face. This only succeeded in further terrifying me. My heart pounded in my throat. As I lay there, terrified out of my mind, wondering what I should do, I briefly questions the condescending cynicism which I'd directed at all the people in my life who had claimed to have seen a ghost, and wondered if I might have been wrong to mock them with a smug sense of superiority. It truly was a sobering moment.

Finally deciding that I was too emotionally fragile to deal with the stress this experience was causing me, I closed my eyes and tucked my head tightly under my blanket. For good measure, I also sandwiched my head in between my two scratchy, uncomfortable Comfort Inn Express pillows. I knew the idea that this would offer me further protection from the restless spirit was irrational, but I did it nonetheless. I breathed slowly and got my heart rate back down to normal, and after about fifteen minutes, I managed to get back to sleep.

Just kidding, when I saw the 'ghost' and got scared, I realized that I was being stupid and childish. I sat bolt upright and brought my eyes into focus, and clearly saw the my girlfriend's purse, with it's giant upright purse strap, was sitting on a chair next to my nightstand, and combining oddly with some shadows cast by the large window to make a woman-like figure on the wall, and my half-asleep brain had just filled in the rest of the details. I chuck'ed at my own stupidity, turned the purse sideways, and went back to sleep, satisfied that every yokel who ever insisted they they'd seen a ghost probably opted to not investigate their own hallucinations in the manner which I had just done.

The End.
 
2009-10-30 11:01:23 AM
Scariest story ever

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2009-10-30 11:02:00 AM
My desk at work is haunted. I've been with the company for 2 1/2 years and at my desk for a year this February. No one has lasted at that desk for longer than a month aside from me since the man who sat there died in 2005.

We had an ice storm in Austin that winter. The man wasn't supposed to work, but he was stuck at the office due to the ice storm and no one coming in to relieve him. After working for 30 hours and sleeping on a cot, he was finally allowed to leave. His car hit a patch of ice and he was killed in the accident.

The computer at the desk will randomly lose network connection, lags for no reason, and has other problems which make no sense. The desk drawers open on their own. Things randomly disappear and reappear. And every single person other than me who has sat at that desk has lost their job within a month of sitting there. Three were fired, one was laid off, six quit, and one was in a car accident that forced her to go on disability. That's the ones I'm aware of.

No one knows why I've lasted as long. Maybe it's because I leave treats on my desk for my co-workers and the ghost likes them (he only had vending machine food to eat the entire time he was there). Maybe it's because I don't take his shiat and talk back to him when he screws with my desk. Maybe it's because he likes the movies I watch on the computer when it's slow. Hell, maybe he was a TFer and likes reading over my shoulder. But he still does things with the desk drawers and computers.
 
2009-10-30 11:08:02 AM
"...and then the Modmin told me, 'The submissions are coming from inside the Internet!'"
 
2009-10-30 11:17:16 AM
I went to college in South Georgia, we heard about this haunted Church out in the country among the cotton fields, so one night about 2 a.m. we drove out to this church. We got there and we could clearly hear the organ playing when we got out of the car. There music stopped after a few seconds we went and looked into the church and it was pitch black and there was no one around. It was rather creepy.
 
2009-10-30 11:18:05 AM
I've never seen anything particularly scary, but my mom lived in a row house in Baltimore for a few years that she insisted was haunted. I pffted at that, but every time I visited her, it wasn't much fun. I'm a night owl, and to go from the kitchen back upstairs, you passed a door to the cellar and then turned a corner to go up the stairs. Every time I would turn off the downstairs lights, start walking up those stairs, and every single hair on the back of my neck would be standing up screaming THERE IS SOMETHING HORRIBLE BEHIND YOU. I would make it maybe halfway up the stairs before I couldn't stand it any longer and would turn around to look. Nothing. And I would thrash myself for being a stupid scared weenie. Then I'd start going upstairs again, and immediately... THERE IS SOMETHING HORRIBLE BEHIND YOU. I would end up taking the rest of the stairs two or three at a time.

She said she lost a whole series of clothes and other small items in that row house, including two sweaters she folded and put up one night which were gone the next morning.

And it's not like I'm prone to being freaked out by old houses, her next house was a huge old Victorian mansion in Mt. Washington that was once the French Ambassador's summer house in the 1800s. I would wander all over that place at 4am with nary a twinge.
 
2009-10-30 11:20:24 AM
vossiewulf: I've never seen anything particularly scary, but my mom lived in a row house in Baltimore for a few years that she insisted was haunted.

Every middle aged or elderly woman in Baltimore insists their house is haunted.

They also insisted that they are of some fractional percentage of Native American lineage (they usually insist they are something like 1/32 Blackfoot).
 
2009-10-30 11:21:42 AM
... and behind the knife was... THE PIZZA DELIVERY GUY!
 
2009-10-30 11:31:04 AM
This story is scary on two levels, one more frightening than the other. I was station at an Air Force Base in northeast Arkansas back in the late 80's, while there was still a Cold War. The mission of this base was B-52 Nuclear Alert bombers, ready to take off with five minutes notice and rain hell and fire on those damned Russkies.

The Alert Parking Apron, where these nuclear loaded bombers waited for their crews was located on an old cotton plantation, supposedly on the slave burial plots. (Yeah, of course it would be, the story wouldn't be a good otherwise.) The whole area was guarded by forty Security Police with automatic rifles, grenade launchers and machine guns, it was ringed with alarms, cameras and sensors so no one could come in and steal a nuclear weapon. It was my job a military working dog handler to go out to any alarm sounded on the perimeter of the place and search for the intrude with my dog.

One night, well after midnight, the guard in the tower overseeing the alarms calls over the radio net asking who is climbing the stairs to his tower (about fifty feet high). No one answers, and he can't see anything in his camera on the stairs. Thinking someone is messing with him, he calls for one the Security teams patrolling the area to check it out. The come over and don't see anything, but the guy is insisting he hears someone running up and down the stairs. Everyone starts making jokes about it until the perimeter alarms start going off on the fence line adjacent to the tower. One section of fence right over the other as if someone were running back and forth along the fence line.

I am called away from my coffee and donut to search the area. I pull up, take my dog we walk around the area. A few minutes after I start searching, someone calls in a red light moving in a section of the area off limits to anyone without prior notification and empty after dark, always. A single red light floating between the equipment in the area. Now things are starting to get serious, the Air Force back then did not like weird things happening around their nuclear weapons. So the entire area is put on security alert, every armed person in area begins a sweep of the area, ever light is turned on, the guy in tower lights up the equipment with his spot light. One of the people searching the area sees a human form dart from the equipment toward the fence, where the alarms start going off as though someone is climbing the fence.

I am right where this happening with my dog joined by a second dog team called in because the poop was hitting the rotary oscillator. We here the fence shake as though someone is one, and cut both of our dogs loose to find the person. The dogs bolt out toward the fence, start jumping up and down on the fence and then stop, and just sit down. There is nothing on the fence. The alarms stop going off, and nothing is there.

About five minutes later, the red light is back in another portion of the alert area, in shining through the windows of the dining facility for the pilots, another area that is closed at night. By this time, we have all forty people on full alert, every road cop on duty is there and the officer in charge of the shift witnesses the light in the windows. We surround the building, close off every exit and send in the other dog handler who was with me (I was the junior guy and not very experienced). He sweeps the building from top to bottom, in the middle of the sweep his dog alerts just like outside the fence, he cuts his dog off leash and orders it to attack (this is a shoot to kill area---basically we could shoot first and ask questions later except no one ever actually saw anything they could shoot) his dog charges down the hall barking like crazy and he sees the redlight (I didn't see this, but the I knew the guy well and he swore this happened) it flares brighter and then disappears--his dog just stops and sits down, just like at the fence.

By now people are starting to get pretty freaky, a lot of 18-22 year old kids with a lot of weapons and ammunition all scared stupid. The officer in charge has to make a decision as to what to do: he can stop all this and call it a false alarm or he can escalate the situation and initiate a full recall of every cop on the base and sweep the area from top to bottom waking up every pilot and crewman and having them all line up where they can be seen while it is done, if we don't find anything he is going to be, at best, ridiculed at worst relieved of command. He decides that is it, he shuts down the response and goes into the tower for a few minutes with all the NCO's, them come back and tell us to go about our business and not talk about it. (Which we ignored)

I was only there for part of it, I never saw the light but I did see my dog go off like he was chasing someone and then stop and sit down when nothing was there. I do know that for about an hour and a half fifty plus armed cops were scared shiatless in an area full of armed nuclear weapons and nothing was ever found and the whole thing written up as sensor malfunctions.

For the record, I don't believe in ghosts but I have no idea what happened that night.
 
2009-10-30 11:53:56 AM
Action Replay Nick: vossiewulf: I've never seen anything particularly scary, but my mom lived in a row house in Baltimore for a few years that she insisted was haunted.

Every middle aged or elderly woman in Baltimore insists their house is haunted.

They also insisted that they are of some fractional percentage of Native American lineage (they usually insist they are something like 1/32 Blackfoot).


Possibly, but my mom wasn't that type. And as noted, I've wandered around a shiatload of houses, many of which were very old, in the dark or near dark at 4am, and walking by the cellar in that row house is the only place to have ever bothered me; I've never in my life had a feeling of something massively threatening being behind me like that. Imagine being absolutely certain that a 7 foot tall zombie with extra waving tentacles was six inches from the back of your neck in total darkness, that is what it felt like.
 
2009-10-30 11:59:38 AM
Ennuipoet: For the record, I don't believe in ghosts but I have no idea what happened that night.

Invisible Russians, developed by Nazi Scientist during WWII the Russians found their lab of partially invisible people and shipped it to Siberia during the last days of of the war. Stalin then used his political enemies as test subjects.
 
2009-10-30 12:04:55 PM
Tom_Slick: Ennuipoet: For the record, I don't believe in ghosts but I have no idea what happened that night.

Invisible Russians, developed by Nazi Scientist during WWII the Russians found their lab of partially invisible people and shipped it to Siberia during the last days of of the war. Stalin then used his political enemies as test subjects.


Nope, they ruled that out after the Cold War. While there were invisible Russians, KBG files show they were only operating in Europe due to fears they might defect.
 
2009-10-30 12:22:35 PM
Ennuipoet: Nope, they ruled that out after the Cold War. While there were invisible Russians, KBG files show they were only operating in Europe due to fears they might defect.

True, but the East Germans stole the technology so they could have stowed away on any number of SAC flights originating in West Germany.
 
2009-10-30 12:24:37 PM
Me and two buddies took a raod trip through Northern Spain on our bikes and for some unknown reason ended up in a small town between Cordoba and Toledo.

Why we picked that certain dirt road I have no idea but it was about five miles long and dead ended right in this village.

It was situated in something like a cul-de-sac in that it was surrounded on all three sides by canyon walls. It had one main street going down the middle and a couple tiny, small streets leading to scattered houses and such.

So we go into what we think is a store but actually was a venta so we sat down and an older lady came out and looked very surprised to see us. She turned around and a little while later came back with what ended up being her husband.

So we asked him in Spanish if he had anything to eat or drink and he asked us where we were from. We told him America and he and his wife again retreated into a back room.

Around this time we figured that didn't have anything so we were getting up to leave and three more men walked in and asked us if we were Americans. We find out now that only one person in the whole town had ever met an American.

Next thing we know there are about twenty people out in the street, looking at our bikes, then starting to ask us questions. Then the original old lady and man start moving tables and chairs outside and in about twenty minutes we were sitting there eating and drinking with the whole town.

So we went late into the night and decided to stay in a shed behind one of the houses. When we went in the old man we originally met gave us some bottles of wine and some bread and olives and told us not to go outside until morning. We asked him why and he said because of the wolves.

Whatever, we thought, and continued drinking until we fell asleep.

Next morning my buddy goes out to take a wizz and we here him scream "Holy shiat, look at this!"

We go outside and right to the side of our shed was a deer that had been split open from throat to ass, all it's bones sticking up, and not one piece of flesh on it.

Next to my bike was what looked like the remains of a small pig.

Not a drop of blood anywhere.

Not on the ground, on the bikes, or on the bodies.

And we never heard anything that whole night before.
 
2009-10-30 12:33:29 PM
Mrs. PCoC bought this old trunk from an antiques shop a few years ago. She wanted me to strip the varnish off it and then refinish it. I had it in the basement, and went down there to start work on it. I had my back to it, and all of a sudden all the hair went up on my neck and felt cold. I slowly turned around and saw a dark shape hovering over the trunk. It looked like the outline of a person, wearing a broad brimmed hat. I backed away slowly, and said "Who are you?" Nothing happened. "Was this your trunk?" I asked. It looked like the figure nodded. I noticed my camera sitting on the workbench. "Can I take your picture?" I asked, then added, "Uh, record your image. Otherwise nobody's going to believe me." The figure again nodded. I reached over, grabbed the camera, quickly composed the shot, and then snapped the picture. Unfortunately, the flash didn't work, and the corner the trunk was in was pretty dark. Apparently the battery didn't have enough charge for the flash. When I looked back at the trunk, the shape was gone, and of course the picture was useless. So I guess you could say...

The spirit was willing, but the flash was weak!

/Happy Halloween, farkers.
 
2009-10-30 12:49:38 PM
It was my work at home day and, as my stomach growled and visions of Reese's Peanut butter cups danced in my head, I discovered my wife hid the trick or treat candy. They could hear the screams of horror in the school yard two blocks away.
 
2009-10-30 01:18:50 PM
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Now that that's out of the way...
 
2009-10-30 01:25:26 PM
...with a HOOK HAND!!!!
 
2009-10-30 02:06:58 PM
Tom_Slick: I went to college in South Georgia, we heard about this haunted Church out in the country among the cotton fields, so one night about 2 a.m. we drove out to this church. We got there and we could clearly hear the organ playing when we got out of the car. There music stopped after a few seconds we went and looked into the church and it was pitch black and there was no one around. It was rather creepy.

i am pretty sure i have been to this place.

/grew up in south ga.
 
2009-10-30 02:15:24 PM
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Be afraid. Be very afraid.
 
2009-10-30 02:18:01 PM
muck4doo: Be afraid. Be very afraid.

Wow. She is pure class.
 
2009-10-30 02:26:04 PM
Fun fact: Here in AZ when selling a house, on the full disclosure form you have to state whether or not you believe your house is haunted.
 
2009-10-30 02:26:39 PM
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
 
2009-10-30 02:27:05 PM
I was once kidnapped and forced to listen to Creed and Nickelback.
 
2009-10-30 02:27:27 PM
Is this when the Pocket shines?
 
2009-10-30 02:28:00 PM
And they say at night, when the moon is full, you can still hear the mournful wails of the repeatedly antagonistic one-note negative-attention starved douchebag that used to frequent the politics threads.
 
2009-10-30 02:32:16 PM
I am at work, so I can't access the Farkives for some reason, but several years ago someone posted a story about a thing they called "Fishy"

I don't believe in ghosts or anything, but that story was legitimately creepy and gave me chills.
 
2009-10-30 02:34:45 PM
Does anyone have the link to the (i think) Retrocrush's review of Halloween: Season of the Witch?

/silver shamrock
 
2009-10-30 02:34:46 PM
i34.tinypic.com
 
2009-10-30 02:34:52 PM
No YOU'RE a Towel: ... and behind the knife was... THE PIZZA DELIVERY GUY!

and he said "oh, no! there's no pizza in this box... but i do have some sausage for you!" and then this weird music started playing. it sounded like "bow-chika-wahwah"

then i woke up covered in what I hope was sweat.
 
2009-10-30 02:35:06 PM
PenguinTheRed: A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes anuses, which were red and inflamed from eating at the TexMex restaurant down the street.

Farkified that for you.
 
2009-10-30 02:35:11 PM
"I'm pregnant."
 
2009-10-30 02:35:14 PM
You want scary. I've been locked inside a hotel room with nothing but the bare walls and floor, just me and Sarcastia wearing her strap on.

I'll tell you the meaning of fear
 
2009-10-30 02:35:49 PM
I actually saw a ghost once, when I was younger. This story is real.

I was walking through a field which overlooked a main road that passed through our town. I looked down at the road and saw what i thought was a boy of around 10 years old at the side.

I watched as the boy ran into the middle of the road, turned and waved at me, then disappeared as soon as a car ran over him.

I still remember that day, even though it was over 15 years ago.

It wasn't until a few years after i saw it that I found out a boy had died on that same road from playing chicken with the cars.
 
2009-10-30 02:35:50 PM
On Halloween, when I was 15, I saw the ghost of a chupacabra.
 
2009-10-30 02:35:57 PM
GoDawgs!: ...so i went to the fridge and there was


NO BEER


muahahahahaha


The same thing happened to me!!!!
 
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