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#1
A foreign traveler was backpacking through Japan, to get away from everything. As he was wandering, it got dark one night, and needing shelter, he knocked the door of an old desolate house.
An old man opened the door and welcomed the young man inside, "It's certainly been a while since I've gotten any visitors, but please do come in". After a light meal, the young man went to rest in his room. He went into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, the young man suddenly found himself awakened by a rhythmic vibrating in the floor and distant drums. The sounds got louder and as he looked up, he saw the silhouette of a girl, dancing in the other room, through the thin rice-walls. Awakened, the young man got curious and sat up next to the wall. Carefully, he poked a little hole in the ricewall, just big enough to peek through, and looked into the other room, where the music came from.
As he took a look, he saw a beautiful, young woman dancing a mystic dance, ever so gently. She had a soft tan skin, silky garments and dark hair, covering one of her eyes.
The young man thought a bit for himself, and decided for one last peek. But as he peered through the tiny hole in the wall, he saw nothing but red this time.
Perplexed and exhausted, he went back to sleep.
The next morning, he asked the old man about the young girl. "Young girl? Haven't been any girls around here for a long while. I did have a daughter though..."
"What happened to her?" the young man curiously asked.
"Well, we couldn't find her a husband, and she suddenly died from illness..." The old man replied.
"But why couldn't you find her a husband?" The young man asked.
"She had a defect..."
"What kind of defect?" The young man asked
"One of her eyes was red..."


Now for your scary stories to cook up some chills at the campfires
#3
awsome story man
Quote by H4t3BR33D3R
fourteen?
For Christ sake she probably couldn't get to the center of a Tootsie Pop let alone suck your **** properly. Just get someone your own age you tosser.
#5
Quote by gallagher2006
...I don't get it...So the guy IS the girl? What?


eeh?
Shouldnt be all too cryptic, try to read it again
#6
the girl was staring back at him
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dwelling on past mishaps is for the weak. you must stride into the future, unabashed and prepared to fuck up yet again.
#8
Quote by gallagher2006
...I don't get it...So the guy IS the girl? What?

no he looks through the wall and sees her dancing and then decides to take another peak and all he sees is red. he then finds out later that she died because of the defect of having a red eye
get it?
Quote by H4t3BR33D3R
fourteen?
For Christ sake she probably couldn't get to the center of a Tootsie Pop let alone suck your **** properly. Just get someone your own age you tosser.
#9
Dont worry, I have more, for when the thread is dying

You gotta have some as well out there!
#10
Quote by gallagher2006
...I don't get it...So the guy IS the girl? What?



aww man, i totally wanted to rub it in your face that you didn't get it...but then it seemed as though you did get it eventually. That would be some spooky stuff though
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#11
The reports had been on the radio all day, though she hadn't paid much attention to them. Some crazy man had escaped from the state asylum. They were calling him the Hook Man since he had lost his right arm and had it replaced with a hook. He was a killer, and everyone in the region was warned to keep watch and report anything suspicious. But this didn't interest her. She was more worried about what to wear on her date.


After several consultation calls with friends, she chose a blue outfit in the very latest style and was ready and waiting on the porch when her boyfriend came to pick her up in his car. They went to a drive-in movie with another couple, then dropped them off and went parking in the local lover's lane. The blue outfit was a hit, and she cuddled close to her boyfriend as they kissed to the sound of romantic music on the radio.

Then the announcer came on and repeated the warning she had heard that afternoon. An insane killer with a hook in place of his right hand was loose in the area. Suddenly, the dark, moonless night didn't seem so romantic to her. The lover's lane was secluded and off the beaten track. A perfect spot for a deranged mad-man to lurk, she thought, pushing her amorous boyfriend away.

"Maybe we should get out of here," she said. "That Hook Man sounds dangerous."

"Awe, c'mon babe, it's nothing," her boyfriend said, trying to get in another kiss. She pushed him away again.

"No, really. We're all alone out here. I'm scared," she said.

They argued for a moment. Then the car shook a bit, as if something…or someone…had touched it. She gave a shriek and said: "Get us out of here now!"

"Jeeze," her boyfriend said in disgust, but he turned the key and went roaring out of the lover's lane with a screeching of his tires.

They drove home in stony silence, and when they pulled into her driveway, he refused to help her out of the car. He was being so unreasonable, she fumed to herself. She opened the door indignantly and stepped into her driveway with her chin up and her lips set. Whirling around, she slammed the door as hard as she could. And then she screamed.

Her boyfriend leapt out of the car and caught her in his arms. "What is it? What's wrong?" he shouted. Then he saw it. A bloody hook hung from the handle of the passenger-side door.
#12
Quote by xFilth

"She had a defect..."
"What kind of defect?" The young man asked
"She had a thing for glory holes...", said the old man as the young man felt the roof of his mouth

i like this ending a bit better
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#13
Quote by gallagher2006
The reports had been on the radio all day, though she hadn't paid much attention to them. Some crazy man had escaped from the state asylum. They were calling him the Hook Man since he had lost his right arm and had it replaced with a hook. He was a killer, and everyone in the region was warned to keep watch and report anything suspicious. But this didn't interest her. She was more worried about what to wear on her date.


After several consultation calls with friends, she chose a blue outfit in the very latest style and was ready and waiting on the porch when her boyfriend came to pick her up in his car. They went to a drive-in movie with another couple, then dropped them off and went parking in the local lover's lane. The blue outfit was a hit, and she cuddled close to her boyfriend as they kissed to the sound of romantic music on the radio.

Then the announcer came on and repeated the warning she had heard that afternoon. An insane killer with a hook in place of his right hand was loose in the area. Suddenly, the dark, moonless night didn't seem so romantic to her. The lover's lane was secluded and off the beaten track. A perfect spot for a deranged mad-man to lurk, she thought, pushing her amorous boyfriend away.

"Maybe we should get out of here," she said. "That Hook Man sounds dangerous."

"Awe, c'mon babe, it's nothing," her boyfriend said, trying to get in another kiss. She pushed him away again.

"No, really. We're all alone out here. I'm scared," she said.

They argued for a moment. Then the car shook a bit, as if something…or someone…had touched it. She gave a shriek and said: "Get us out of here now!"

"Jeeze," her boyfriend said in disgust, but he turned the key and went roaring out of the lover's lane with a screeching of his tires.

They drove home in stony silence, and when they pulled into her driveway, he refused to help her out of the car. He was being so unreasonable, she fumed to herself. She opened the door indignantly and stepped into her driveway with her chin up and her lips set. Whirling around, she slammed the door as hard as she could. And then she screamed.

Her boyfriend leapt out of the car and caught her in his arms. "What is it? What's wrong?" he shouted. Then he saw it. A bloody hook hung from the handle of the passenger-side door.


****! Me likes, me likes!!
#14
^ lame sorry
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#18
heres one i made up


so its september of 2001 a man, his wife, two kids and a baby and a walk into a talent agency. They are carrying a large burlap sack. The man puts the baby on a cutting board, and smashes his brains in with a hammer and precedes to have sex with the crushed skull. meanwhile the two kids pull the corpses of hitler and Kennedy. One kid precedes to **** kennedys headwound while the other ****s in hitlers mouth then shoves his head up the mothers pussy. the kids pull a lve goat out of the sack, slit its throat then masterbate in the blood. The father than pulls a 9mm out of his ass and shoots both the kids in the head, he then ****s on the barrel and makes his wife eat it. He then blows of his wifes head and masturbates in the blood. outside the window, 9/11 has happened. The father can see people jumping out of the windows to their deaths. This makes him horny and he tries to masturbate but blood comes out instead. Frustrated he turns the gun on his dick and pulls the trigger. The judges ask the man who is now covered in ****, blood and cum "what is this act called?" and he goes "THE ARISTOCRATS!!!!!!!!""""
The Mitch Clem formula
1)make jokes about rancid and NOFX (as if they dont already make fun of themselves)
2)make obvious punk puns, possibly related to food
3)make fun of Rancid and NOFX again
4)??????
5)PROFIT (and an army of internet fanboys)
#19
Quote by Fuzzbox91
heres one i made up


so its september of 2001 a man, his wife, two kids and a baby and a walk into a talent agency. They are carrying a large burlap sack. The man puts the baby on a cutting board, and smashes his brains in with a hammer and precedes to have sex with the crushed skull. meanwhile the two kids pull the corpses of hitler and Kennedy. One kid precedes to **** kennedys headwound while the other ****s in hitlers mouth then shoves his head up the mothers pussy. the kids pull a lve goat out of the sack, slit its throat then masterbate in the blood. The father than pulls a 9mm out of his ass and shoots both the kids in the head, he then ****s on the barrel and makes his wife eat it. He then blows of his wifes head and masturbates in the blood. outside the window, 9/11 has happened. The father can see people jumping out of the windows to their deaths. This makes him horny and he tries to masturbate but blood comes out instead. Frustrated he turns the gun on his dick and pulls the trigger. The judges ask the man who is now covered in ****, blood and cum "what is this act called?" and he goes "THE ARISTOCRATS!!!!!!!!""""



South Park told it better.
#21
Quote by Fuzzbox91
heres one i made up


so its september of 2001 a man, his wife, two kids and a baby and a walk into a talent agency. They are carrying a large burlap sack. The man puts the baby on a cutting board, and smashes his brains in with a hammer and precedes to have sex with the crushed skull. meanwhile the two kids pull the corpses of hitler and Kennedy. One kid precedes to **** kennedys headwound while the other ****s in hitlers mouth then shoves his head up the mothers pussy. the kids pull a lve goat out of the sack, slit its throat then masterbate in the blood. The father than pulls a 9mm out of his ass and shoots both the kids in the head, he then ****s on the barrel and makes his wife eat it. He then blows of his wifes head and masturbates in the blood. outside the window, 9/11 has happened. The father can see people jumping out of the windows to their deaths. This makes him horny and he tries to masturbate but blood comes out instead. Frustrated he turns the gun on his dick and pulls the trigger. The judges ask the man who is now covered in ****, blood and cum "what is this act called?" and he goes "THE ARISTOCRATS!!!!!!!!""""






#22
Quote by Beebo
South Park told it better.

whatever im not a comedian.
The Mitch Clem formula
1)make jokes about rancid and NOFX (as if they dont already make fun of themselves)
2)make obvious punk puns, possibly related to food
3)make fun of Rancid and NOFX again
4)??????
5)PROFIT (and an army of internet fanboys)
#23
creepypasta?

inb4 bel-air


In winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a German medic had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment suddenly became a bloodbath. The survivors claimed to hear, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never this short on supplies.

The bombardment moved to other starts of the line, most men dropped off to sleep in the still dark hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945.

The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, with no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.

The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal all skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial.

None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.
#24
Quote by Fuzzbox91
heres one i made up


so its september of 2001 a man, his wife, two kids and a baby and a walk into a talent agency. They are carrying a large burlap sack. The man puts the baby on a cutting board, and smashes his brains in with a hammer and precedes to have sex with the crushed skull. meanwhile the two kids pull the corpses of hitler and Kennedy. One kid precedes to **** kennedys headwound while the other ****s in hitlers mouth then shoves his head up the mothers pussy. the kids pull a lve goat out of the sack, slit its throat then masterbate in the blood. The father than pulls a 9mm out of his ass and shoots both the kids in the head, he then ****s on the barrel and makes his wife eat it. He then blows of his wifes head and masturbates in the blood. outside the window, 9/11 has happened. The father can see people jumping out of the windows to their deaths. This makes him horny and he tries to masturbate but blood comes out instead. Frustrated he turns the gun on his dick and pulls the trigger. The judges ask the man who is now covered in ****, blood and cum "what is this act called?" and he goes "THE ARISTOCRATS!!!!!!!!""""


I cum blood?
Nighty Night keep your butthole tight
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#26
I loved Gallaghers story, I remeber hearing it as a wee lad and i only now, after about 10 years, remember tha last line and the imagery it gave my 7 year old mind. Thanks Gallagher.
#27
I shall go sleep, keep this alive or Ill post some scary shizzle tomorrow...

fo sho
#28
Quote by Fuzzbox91
heres one i made up


so its september of 2001 a man, his wife, two kids and a baby and a walk into a talent agency. They are carrying a large burlap sack. The man puts the baby on a cutting board, and smashes his brains in with a hammer and precedes to have sex with the crushed skull. meanwhile the two kids pull the corpses of hitler and Kennedy. One kid precedes to **** kennedys headwound while the other ****s in hitlers mouth then shoves his head up the mothers pussy. the kids pull a lve goat out of the sack, slit its throat then masterbate in the blood. The father than pulls a 9mm out of his ass and shoots both the kids in the head, he then ****s on the barrel and makes his wife eat it. He then blows of his wifes head and masturbates in the blood. outside the window, 9/11 has happened. The father can see people jumping out of the windows to their deaths. This makes him horny and he tries to masturbate but blood comes out instead. Frustrated he turns the gun on his dick and pulls the trigger. The judges ask the man who is now covered in ****, blood and cum "what is this act called?" and he goes "THE ARISTOCRATS!!!!!!!!""""



Hey, here's one I just made up:

...you suck.
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Raping her in front of other people would be morally wrong.

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#29
Quote by FireandFlames
creepypasta?

inb4 bel-air


In winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a German medic had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment suddenly became a bloodbath. The survivors claimed to hear, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never this short on supplies.

The bombardment moved to other starts of the line, most men dropped off to sleep in the still dark hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945.

The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, with no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.

The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal all skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial.

None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.



original story ftw
Quote by H4t3BR33D3R
fourteen?
For Christ sake she probably couldn't get to the center of a Tootsie Pop let alone suck your **** properly. Just get someone your own age you tosser.
Last edited by led/head at Feb 13, 2008,
#30
That war storie was good. I was typing this in the pitch black but i've now turned my light on....
#32
@ led/head: all copypasta


If you ever find dargaia's nectar, you'll probably be one of the ones who have been looking for it all their lives, and thus won't need any instructions on what to do with it.

Just the same, it's pretty simple, at least to start with. Make sure your affairs are in order (incase you have a bad reaction), and then? Bottoms up.

The coming months are the least pleasant part. You'll find yourself unable to keep food down long before you're far enough along to stop needing it. Same with sleep. The color of your blood will be off, and your veins will consequently stand out more. Expect a few ingrown body parts; little things, just fingers and ears and teeth, usually pressing up against the skin. Make sure you're caught up on your booster shots because you're never going in for a checkup again. Or wearing anything more revealing than a trenchcoat in public, most likely.

Eventually, a little cut on your belly will start 'unhealing', becoming a puss-filled wound in a few days. Over the coming week, Three things will emerge from this.

The first object resembles a greasy black beachnut with maybe a tooth or two growing from it. When you're dead someone will eventually find it and use it to make a new batch of dargaia's nectar. Hide it well, make things fun for future generations.

The second object basically looks like a softball-sized cluster of veins, many of them broken and leaking oily black stuff, all wrapped around something. Then it'll squirm and you'll notice the twisted little skinless fetus in the middle. It will only survive for about twenty seconds. Burn the remains.

The third object will.. well, let's just call it "object 3". It's easier that way.

You can plant it anywhere you want. I advise some place where you don't mind spending all your time and no one else would go. Your back yard or under your cellar works if you don't have any roommates; as long as there's fertile soil. Dig at least five feet down. It won't want to be buried, but just keep piling dirt onto it (if you can still hear it when you're finished you didn't go deep enough).

Its veins (or roots, I guess) will eventually spread in all direction about a foot and a half for every year of your life. Grass and weeds will grow stiff and bony, or black and oily, or take on the color and texture of a spider bite, or rice paper. Wood will be infected too; you'll hear the arteries in your walls pulsing on quiet nights. The ground will rot with dead insect and animal life. Don't mow your lawn; it bleeds like hell.

This is your sanctuary.

No matter what threats or injuries beset you outside, here you will be safe and healthy. Well, what passes for 'healthy' for you now. And if you really hate someone, bring them here. Trick them into coming. They'll get infected, one way or another; a lung full of spore, a thornprick, a bit of residue on their hand. They will blood-vomit and the blood will have tiny centipedes in it. They'll shit out their own spinal fluids. Their eyes will milk over and hatch; little spines and brambles will grow from the sockets. They'll survive for months or years, doctors will be baffled, it will be completely fucking great.

That's all for starters. You'll learn more as you go. Much more. But if I told you everything now you might not do it.

Whatever you do, just guard it with your life, with your very soul. If you think you're in danger of loosing it, dig it up, kill it with a silver needle, let someone else make a new one some day. You'll feel as if you've pierced your own heart, but it's better than letting it fall into the wrong hands.

Because you're a Holder now.

And you'd better not let them come together.
#33
red scare stories?
*scary ghost voice* Don't be a communist or Joe Mc Carthy and HUAC will come get you *scary ghost voice*
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#34
wtf? ^^ creepy as hell

edit: to fireandflames
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#36
Quote by FireandFlames
@ led/head: all copypasta


If you ever find dargaia's nectar, you'll probably be one of the ones who have been looking for it all their lives, and thus won't need any instructions on what to do with it.

Just the same, it's pretty simple, at least to start with. Make sure your affairs are in order (incase you have a bad reaction), and then? Bottoms up.

The coming months are the least pleasant part. You'll find yourself unable to keep food down long before you're far enough along to stop needing it. Same with sleep. The color of your blood will be off, and your veins will consequently stand out more. Expect a few ingrown body parts; little things, just fingers and ears and teeth, usually pressing up against the skin. Make sure you're caught up on your booster shots because you're never going in for a checkup again. Or wearing anything more revealing than a trenchcoat in public, most likely.

Eventually, a little cut on your belly will start 'unhealing', becoming a puss-filled wound in a few days. Over the coming week, Three things will emerge from this.

The first object resembles a greasy black beachnut with maybe a tooth or two growing from it. When you're dead someone will eventually find it and use it to make a new batch of dargaia's nectar. Hide it well, make things fun for future generations.

The second object basically looks like a softball-sized cluster of veins, many of them broken and leaking oily black stuff, all wrapped around something. Then it'll squirm and you'll notice the twisted little skinless fetus in the middle. It will only survive for about twenty seconds. Burn the remains.

The third object will.. well, let's just call it "object 3". It's easier that way.

You can plant it anywhere you want. I advise some place where you don't mind spending all your time and no one else would go. Your back yard or under your cellar works if you don't have any roommates; as long as there's fertile soil. Dig at least five feet down. It won't want to be buried, but just keep piling dirt onto it (if you can still hear it when you're finished you didn't go deep enough).

Its veins (or roots, I guess) will eventually spread in all direction about a foot and a half for every year of your life. Grass and weeds will grow stiff and bony, or black and oily, or take on the color and texture of a spider bite, or rice paper. Wood will be infected too; you'll hear the arteries in your walls pulsing on quiet nights. The ground will rot with dead insect and animal life. Don't mow your lawn; it bleeds like hell.

This is your sanctuary.

No matter what threats or injuries beset you outside, here you will be safe and healthy. Well, what passes for 'healthy' for you now. And if you really hate someone, bring them here. Trick them into coming. They'll get infected, one way or another; a lung full of spore, a thornprick, a bit of residue on their hand. They will blood-vomit and the blood will have tiny centipedes in it. They'll shit out their own spinal fluids. Their eyes will milk over and hatch; little spines and brambles will grow from the sockets. They'll survive for months or years, doctors will be baffled, it will be completely fucking great.

That's all for starters. You'll learn more as you go. Much more. But if I told you everything now you might not do it.

Whatever you do, just guard it with your life, with your very soul. If you think you're in danger of loosing it, dig it up, kill it with a silver needle, let someone else make a new one some day. You'll feel as if you've pierced your own heart, but it's better than letting it fall into the wrong hands.

Because you're a Holder now.

And you'd better not let them come together.



Did you make that up? It's creepy as hell. The element of mystery adds to it.

I used to know tons of campfire stories. I've forgotten most of them

Edit: Never mind, saw the copy/paste part.

Where did you get it?
#37
Quote by metalfan#3
Did you make that up? It's creepy as hell. The element of mystery adds to it.

I used to know tons of campfire stories. I've forgotten most of them

Edit: Never mind, saw the copy/paste part.

Where did you get it?

I found it in my documents. It's apparently been there since May of last year... Probably saved it from 4chan.
#39
I love the Red story, the last one with the odd body protrusions freaked me out.

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#40
Ah I love scary stories...

You get a phone call from your Mother. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken breasts.
After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. The lady cashier makes an odd remark to you, "You know, we're in no danger of a milk shortage." Upon arriving at her house you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In a couple, the chicken and the milk has gone bad. "Mom," you call out, but no answer. You make your way thru the kitchen and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her head cut off and neatly resting on her lap, is your Mother.
Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator. "It's not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into a series of repetitive behaviors," he says.
You think to yourself, "They can't be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?" Suddenly your cell phone goes off. "Hello?"
"Hi hun, it's me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need some bread and cereal too."
"No problem Mom. I'll be right over..."
There ain't no moral to this story at all. Anything I tell you very well could be a lie.