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| Haloween Spooky Stories on Sun Oct 22, 2006 12:32 am | |
Tankdown
Joined: 10 Aug 2006 |
Seeing its getting closer to haloween I thought it would be nice to hear some scary stories from people. Just simply write your own story and tell us. Your story don't have to be long as mine (could just be a paragraph or even a senetne if you can make it fit). My story is not complete, just something I been working on during my spare time (I day dream a lot). If you don't want to tell me and everyone else a story (  ) then could you lest say a scary event you had? Like maybe even from a OBE?
Here is part of my story ***Part 1*** Where am I.....why is everything so dark...My body...I can't move it.......what happen to me...how did I get here......let me remember.......think....come on think!... Its was a normal day likes any other. But this time I visited my mother's house to see how she was doing. Ever since father died she has been upset. We talk on and on about father....she loved him...even if he was a monster... I can't forgive father for what he did to me...Personally I felt glade he was gone....but felt sad at the same time........ I remember getting into my car......but then I heard something....in my head. "Do not ask for whom the bell tolls....it tolls for thee..." I freak out a little...I saw something in my rear view mirror...but it disappears quickly....I don't remember what it was....I remember my mother asking me what was wrong....told her nothing and stoke off the shivers......I started to back up in my car and onto the highway home...there was a car...and a truck..a tire blow out...noise...I was hit! So am I dead.....have I reach into Dante's inferno? I never been a good believer...am I to rot here in this cold darkness?....Wait...what was that...I felt something...move...... *In the darkness you feel the presence of a creature moving around the darkness, it has no limps or face. It wanders around the darkness coming closer to you. You feel it...searching...looking for you.* I remember this thing...I saw it in my rear view mirror! *You see the creature fly toward you, it has no define body...dark colors flow as its skin, it seems to shimmer with a dark and reddish glow in the darkness* GET AWAY!! GET AWAY FROM ME!! *The creature fly's right into your body, you are overwhelm with a darkness depressing feeling in your heart. It spreads outward into your chest, you can no longer breath...you feel the darkness fills your whole body...then it comes up to your head...you feel....chaos...you don't know how to explain it, but everywhere your thoughts gone to, there was destruction. You felt pain...but it wasn't your body, your thoughts...they feel like there in pain. You wanted it to stop......but then you feel a shock of energy flow through out from your chest. The creature fly's from your body and goes into the distance.....you laid in the darkness for what seem to be hours...shocked to feel what you just did* *You wake up in bed, your head is in pain and your most of your body is as well. You look around and see that you are in a hospital. You couldn't be happier...but you were also scared. You look out the window and see dark clouds over a full moon. You also see get well flowers on the mantel.* I hear little noise....it must be late at night......... *You start to feel....happy...so happy.......happy....enough...to kill.....* What am I am thinking!? This isn't me.... *Must harvest....must harvest....must harvest...* Get out of my head!!...........? what's that noise.... *You turn your head and see a dark figure behind the curtain, you think for a while and you believe its your neighbor. You see the lights by him go out...and then a yell* *Help! STOP! STOP! PAIN! STOP! HELP! PLEASE! MERCY!...Why..* *You hear cutting in the other room* ....Have I just escape death to experience it again... *Harvest...harvest....cut and harvest...* Why....am I am feeling these emotions...why am I am feeling this way...........why..... *You sit there feeling fear and happiest while you hear screams behind the curtain, you think of getting up, but you can't move your legs...death...is once again upon you...* ***To be Continue*** Could you tell me how you think?.........yes I know my spelling and grammar sucks sometimes.....most of the time...........don't rub it in
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| Posted on Sun Oct 22, 2006 9:06 am | |
Amthyst
Joined: 14 Jan 2006 |
Tank: Well, I don't understand the whole I/You subject switch, but there's probably a reason for it. If it's in a CYOA style, then I'd suggest putting all of the narration in 'You', and if it's otherwise, clarify it within the narration.
Beyond that, I really like this idea, of sharing spooky stories. I'll add one I wroter a few years ago that I really like... ~ She was successful, rich and powerful. I never knew anything about her, not even her name, but she knew everything about me. She knew who I was, where I worked and lived, and my route home each day. She had some sort of animosity towards me, some hatred, but that was all I knew. I went naïvely about my day, never thinking of it until that fateful afternoon... I was walking home one warm spring day, when I got the oddest feeling. I sensed something nearby, but I couldn’t feel it. I shrugged off the feeling, and entered my apartment, never realizing I was being followed until I heard a click. I spun around, and she was standing in the doorway, aiming a gun at my head. I rushed toward her and wrestled her to the ground. Breathing hard, I rested a minute, and for too long. I never saw it coming, not the fist that connected with my temple. Suddenly, everything went black. I came to a few minutes later. She had disappeared. I went on with my regular life for a month or so, when I had been invited to a party with a staff member at the firm where I worked. On Friday night, I drove over to my colleague’s house, not expecting more than a fun night with relaxation. I never expected what was to come. The room was dimly lit, loud with music and laughter. I danced for a few hours, and finally sat down to have a break and a drink. Suddenly, the lights went out. A scream startled the crowd. When the lights came back on, it parted like the Red Sea, revealing none but her and her cronies. They advanced across the path laid before them. When I saw them coming toward me, I knew I had to find a way out. I ran through the door, jumping into my car with them on my heels. It was pouring rain, with thunder louder than I’d ever heard before. They dashed into their own car as I sped out of the driveway, and on to the street. They were going to catch me! I never knew that that sheet I picked up off my boss’s floor would lead to this. They drove up beside my car, cutting me off, and with them parked across the road along the cliff edge, there was nothing I could do. They came to my car and opened the door, dragging me out. They then shoved me into then drivers’ seat of the black car that was their own. Holding me at gunpoint as I drove them to my office, they questioned me about that sheet. When I told them I didn’t remember anything, the leader glared at me. "We have ways to find out the truth." She said. In my fear, my hands slipped on the steering wheel, and the car slid. I tried to stop it, but I just couldn’t. I lost control of the car; it crashed through the guard rail and sailed over the cliff. The fall to the bottom was a wild ride that destroyed the car. Amazingly, the woman didn’t get a scratch. As I took my last dying breath, she checked my pulse and closed my eyes. She turned and walked away. ~Epilogue~ Karien Cortra died on October 17, 2008. Even with all of the strange events surrounding her death, all hoped it was nothing more than an accident. Years of investigation were put into the cause of her death, but it was never really solved. Investigators could not find all the pieces. All evidence pointed to her death being an accident, all save two things: A single set of footprints leading away from the crash site, and a typed note lying on the rubble that read simply: You will never be safe. Signed, The Immortal. |
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| Posted on Sun Oct 22, 2006 4:05 pm | |
Tankdown
Joined: 10 Aug 2006 |
Sorry for the confuseion, I tend to think of myself in the third person when something happens to me. I never said I was good at this
Infact this is like one of the few rare times that I do. Glade you like the idea. |
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| Posted on Sun Oct 22, 2006 5:44 pm | |
Tankdown
Joined: 10 Aug 2006 |
Part 2
*You feel the presence of something...it feels so...dark...you know this feeling....* Its...back...its came back to get me.... *You see the dark creature move in front of your eyes.....its reddish glow makes your skin still as stone...it has no shape...its like a cloud....it has no eyes...but you feel its dark eyes stare at you for a moment as it moves across....and right through the curtain* *The screams of pain has stop...you hear foot steps rushing away from the scene of the crime. You still feel frighten...but this time its your own....you see blood dripping down on the curtain...the killer had every intension to be quick about his work...that the blood must be everywhere behind that thin like paper handing off the roof......* *You hear foot steps...and a banging of what you believe is the door, the lights come on and hurts your eyes while they fix themselves. You see 3 dark figures move behind the curtain* *You feel many emotions...fear....curiosity...sadness..rage.........................but one your not so sure of..................................................happy like you don't have a care in the world........you smell something......very strong....but you don't care what it could be.....* *The first voice was deep and low...very powerful and strong* Voice 1: O my god.......why would anyone do this to a after human being.....the carnage.....his stomach was cut open............ *the 2nd seem calm...relax....and nerviest......but even sickness laid in this ones tone* Voice 2: didn't even have a chance to fight back it seemed...being wounded as he was in that body cast. *The 3rd voice sounded like any normal person....totally regular....* Voice 3: ...His legs and arms were tied down tight in his sleep... Voice 1: The killer has no intension of killing his victim..just to get what he wants..He didn't even bother.how long did it take to know which organ was taken this time? Voice 2: I can tell you right now, the stomach was taken right out. Voice 3: Sir you think this has connections with the organ thief? Voice 1: Must be...my men have that place guarded on every inch...this sick man is desperate.. *A shadow comes around the curtain look at you directly. This was a rather tall man...smiling strangely at you....skin was pale white...glasses,,dark hair...you can't help but smile back when you stare at him. This man is wearing a white coat of that of any doctor would. Voice 2: This person is fine, well fine as some way I suppose. *A even larger man comes around the curtain, dark skin...tons of muscles, a type of body you mite seem scared to...but when he looks at you, it seems comforting...the face of this man seems is so powerful it could change lead to gold.........or gold to fire....you feel anger from this man...but happiest when he stares at you. The officer uniform gives the impression of a cop, judging by the age of this man, he seen the good...and the bad many times.* Voice 1: Well its nice to know the sick son of a B**** only gone after one. But that most likely because of all the noise the first one man, he only had enough time for him. You ok there? *Before you get to speak the large man turns his head and yells, the voice made you jump* Voice 1: What the H*** are you doing!? Have some respect for the dead! Get some stretchers to get this body out of here NOW!!!! Voice 3: YES SIR! *foot steps rush out the door, the calm doctor speaks first* Dr. Carbuncle: The name is Dr. Carbuncle. I'm the one who saved your life, its a miracle you survive that explosion. Or maybe its because I'm just that good of a doctor hehehe. Captain Jackson: Call me Jack, that what everyone in the force calls me. I'm going to ask you a few questions..first did you see anything? *Jack gone on with questions about the last moment, after a while he seems annoyed that he got nothing useful. The anger through him seems frightening, looks like he wants to hit something...looks like he can leave a dent....They toke you to a after room during this....* Dr Carbuncle: the kid don't know anything Jack....just leave the poor thing alone.......in fact its late I'm going to sleep in my office. Jack: Carbuncle may I talk with you... *They left your single hospital room...but your able to hear some of there words..* Jack: I thought I told you to stop doing it Carbuncle.......we were clear on this... Dr. Carbuncle: its hard to stop...its just so relaxing...... Jack: Carbuncle if you do this again...I'll have no choice but to turn you in...your one h*** of a good doctor...you saved my mother and my wife...don't make me do this.... Dr Carbuncle: Fine...I'll stop as soon as I use up the last harvest... Jack: you better Carbuncle...everyone else already knows... *You hear foot steps go away* Dr. Carbuncle: whatever.....like I care hehehehehahaha..... *Hearing the foot steps go away...you see that you are alone...you fall asleep while looking at your mother's flowers by your bed side...* To be continued |
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| Posted on Mon Oct 23, 2006 1:09 am | |
JOHNNYBEGOOD
Joined: 17 Jul 2006 |
Once there was a goooooooooooobliiiiiiiiiiiiiin....and...um...it did a daaaaaaaaaaaance! WOOOOooooOOOOoooo! |
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| Posted on Mon Oct 23, 2006 8:56 am | |
sparkz
Joined: 02 Feb 2006 |
and the call was coming from inside the house...! |
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| Posted on Mon Oct 23, 2006 10:36 pm | |
Tankdown
Joined: 10 Aug 2006 |
I think my topic just died............. 
O well I'm still going to finish my story, I still like it |
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