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The Lavender Town Syndrome

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1999 aka Mr. Bear's Cellar

[b]We Don't Talk About Sarah submitted  by Bellemaus on Reddit[/b] I always wanted a little sister. I would beg my parents, "Please? Pleeeeaasssee?" and they'd roll their eyes and tell me that it wasn't as simple as I thought. That didn't stop me from talking about it every chance I got though. When they brought Sarah home, it was the happiest day of my life. She was so cute! I couldn't wait to share my toys with her. I started going through them, deciding which ones were hers and which ones were mine. I borrowed my daddy's label maker and started putting our names on each thing so we wouldn't get them confused. She cried a lot at first. I'd ask my parents why she cried so much and they told me it was natural. They said when she got used to us and our house she would calm down and not cry all the time. Sometimes though, she'd cry so loud that Daddy would have to take her into the basement where it was sound-proof so the neighbors wouldn't complain. She slept in Mommy and Daddy's bed for the first month. Sometimes I'd try to join them but they'd always lock their door. Mommy said their bed wasn't big enough for all of us to sleep in. I was patient. I knew the new bed with the bars that they'd set up in my room would eventually be hers. When they felt it was safe to let her sleep on her own, they started putting her in it. She wasn't crying so much anymore by then, and I would lie in my bed and watch her sleep from across the room. They'd take her into their bedroom first and lay with her until she fell asleep, then move her to our room. Some nights after she was moved, I'd see her lying there with her eyes open, just staring at the ceiling, so I'd go over and give her toys through the bars. A lot of the time she'd just throw the toy and then start crying and I'd have to hide under my covers before Daddy came in to deal with her. Eventually, they started letting Sarah sit with me in the playroom. I was told that I wasn't allowed to give her anything too small or sharp that she could hurt herself with. I was soooo happy! I would sit behind her and brush her hair and tell her she was the best little sister in the world. I showed her which toys were hers and which were mine, but she didn't seem to care. Sometimes we'd sit on the windowseat and she'd bang on the window while I drew on it with special crayons. School started back up at Sugar Creek Elementary, and I went but Sarah had to stay home. Mommy said she wasn't ready for school yet. I'd come home and tell Sarah all the stuff I'd learned. I drew pictures of us playing together. When I showed them to Daddy he'd tell me thank you and take them to keep in his office. Then came the really bad day. I'll never forget it. I came home from school and Mommy was just sitting at the table smoking. She looked real sad. I went to play with Sarah but couldn't find her. When I went to ask Mommy where she was, she started crying. I asked her what was wrong and she said that Sarah was gone. I didn't understand totally, but I started crying too and told her "We need to find her!" She just shook her head and said she was gone somewhere we couldn't go. Daddy took her bed apart. He threw away all my drawings with her in them. He took my nametags off all the toys. Sometimes I'd find one he'd missed and it'd make me cry. I started collecting them and hiding them, but he found where I hid them one day by accident and got really mad. We weren't allowed to talk about her. It was like she never existed. I didn't think it was fair. I told Mommy that Daddy was mean to make us not talk about Sarah, but she said it was better that way and I would understand when I was older. I saw Sarah again. It was just one time, but I'll never forget it. I was with Mommy doing some errands. We went grocery shopping then went to a fabric store in Thorntown so Mommy could look at material to make some new curtains out of. She remembered that she had letters to mail, so we stopped at the post office to buy some stamps. I was humming to myself and reading posters while Mommy talked to the lady behind the counter and that's when I saw Sarah. She was as cute as I remembered. I walked over and looked at the poster with her picture, but they'd gotten her name wrong. Somebody had written her name down as Shannon. I rushed over to Mommy and tugged on her sleeve and told her that Sarah was up on the wall with the other pictures of children, but she got all flustered and apologized to the lady before dragging me out of the post office. I had to shout because she kept trying to talk over me instead of listening. "I saw Sarah! They got her picture on the wall in there!" Finally Mommy slapped me and told me it wasn't Sarah and that it may have looked like Sarah but I was mistaken and if I didn't stop I'd get in real trouble with Daddy when he got home. I cried and promised to be good, but even after I promised I wasn't allowed to have dinner and had to sit in my room that night. I heard Mommy and Daddy talking in the kitchen and they got kinda loud. Somebody started banging open the kitchen drawers and then Daddy's feet stomped up the stairs but I heard Mommy scream "Don't you dare!" and he stopped outside my room then went back downstairs. We never went back to that post office and I never saw Sarah again. This is the first time I've talked about Sarah since that day.

[i]you see a long cabin in the woods what do you do?[/i] [spoiler]this is a thing of sequence not a creepy pasta I'll tell you what happens after your choice.[/spoiler]

The Gristers

I'm sure you've heard of Skype. It's a free, instant-messaging program, allowing voice and webcam chat with people the world over. I've been using it to keep track of old friends: we all went off to college a fortnight ago. Last week I was talking to Annie, a girl I used to go to school with. We'd both just moved into our flats, we were both single and the first semester hadn't yet begun - so we found ourselves with plenty of time to chat. Usually, we'd Skype at least once a day. The stuff we talked about isn't hugely interesting: she'd bought new headphones, I had watched The Princess' Bride for the first time. It was just nice to have some familiar company amidst a time of such great upheaval, you know? Anyway, it was a Tuesday morning. I'd been out clubbing the previous night, and was pretty groggy and hungover, but I was awoken by the plaintive buzzing of a Skype call. Cursing the fact that I'd left my laptop on and massaging my temples, I stumbled out of bed. “Hnngh... Hello?” My bleary-eyes struggled to focus on the painfully-bright monitor before me. Annie was, of course, dressed, made-up and grinning, sporting her new headphones. She gave a cheery wave, to which I responded with a half-smile. “Well aren't you the life of the party this morning?” she teased. “You should've seen me last night. My dance moves put the whole club to shame.” “Big-Fish-Little-Fish doesn't impress anyone. Hey, don't you have an introduction meeting with your tutor today?” I glanced at my calendar, but the ink refused to stop squirming on the page. I assumed she was right, but even the small amount of sunlight that seeped into my gloomy domain, under the curtains, was eye-watering. “Yeah, to hell with that,” I groaned. “What about you? What are you doing today?” “Hoping to get a call from Erin. She just took off yesterday, during a fire drill. She left a letter on her desk, saying that she was going home.” “Which one's Erin, again?” I asked, half-serious. You know how it is: your friends talk about so many people that they just blur together after a while. Annie made an unimpressed face. “My flatmate. She lives across the corridor from me. She just vanished. I mean, it's only been a day, but we were thinking about calling her parents, just to check up on her.” I shrugged. “Do it. Better safe than sorry, eh?” Before she could reply, there came the sudden shrieking of an alarm. Annie said something which was drowned-out by the noise, and I covered my ears, wincing. “Wh-what did you say?” I asked. She had to shout directly into the microphone: “I said: that's the fire-alarm! I'd better go outside, or the warden will have a fit and make us do the whole thing again.” “What time shall I call back?” I asked, raising my voice as much as my pounding headache would allow. “Don't worry, I'll only be gone for, like, five minutes. I'll just leave Skype on.” With that, she was gone, pulling the headphones off and placing them on the keyboard. After a few minutes, the alarm cut-out. Then the door opened. It wasn't Annie, though. It was wearing a blue, paint-stained boiler-suit; a beanie-style hat; and a mask made from the bleached skull of some kind of goat or sheep. My eyes were drawn to its hand, however: a rubber glove, wrapped around a hook; the kind you see behind the counter in butcher's shops. For a few seconds, I just sat there, numbly wondering if this was Annie playing a creepy joke on me. Then I snapped into action. “What the hell do you think you're doing?!” I yelled. “Who are you?” There was no response from the figure. It couldn't hear me: the headphones were still plugged-into Annie's laptop. Instead, it simply stood there, taking in the room. Ten seconds later, it began to approach the desk. I fumbled for my phone. I had to warn Annie! I selected her number from the speed-dial, not taking my eyes off the figure on-screen. It was peering intently into the camera; eyes glittering behind empty sockets. Dialing tone... Click. Ringing. The masked figure froze. Then, slowly and deliberately, it reached its free hand off-camera. I squinted against the pixelated image, then my heart sank. It was holding Annie's phone. She'd left it on her desk. Shit. The figure cocked its head to one side, throwing me what I presume was supposed to be a pitying look, before it hit the off-button on the mobile and placed it beside her laptop. It reached into its pocket, produced something white and dropped it atop her keyboard. I only saw it for a second, but it looked like an envelope. It wandered across to her wardrobe, opened the door and climbed inside, stooping to fit. It hesitated as it did so, and turned to look directly at the webcam. The light caught its teeth, as though it were flashing me a cruel grin. Then it pulled the wardrobe shut. I glanced down at my phone. I had to call the police, there was no question of that, but even as I dialed the first '9', I realized the futility of the gesture. There would be the bother of them finding and contacting the department in Annie's city, fifty miles away. I called anyway. Dialing tone... Click. Ringing. “You're through to the Emergency Services: which service do you require?” “Yeah, I need to talk t-” I paused, mid-sentence. I had paused, because the door had opened and Annie hurried inside. Her hair was wet from the rain, and she smiled as she approached the webcam. I yelled as loud as I could for her to run, and I felt the tears pinching the corners of my eyes. Annie didn't hear me. She sat down, picked up the headphones and began to adjust the strap-length. Over her shoulder, the wardrobe door stirred. “Hello, sir? Which service do you require? Sir?” “Sir? Are you hurt? Do you need an Ambulance?” “Are you still there?” “Sir?”

Russian sleep experiment[spoiler]look it up its one of the best [/spoiler]

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[quote]So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?[/quote]

Growing up, I had a keen interest in the paranormal. I would constantly go into my basement and try to take a picture of something odd or unexplainable. Sadly, I never found anything noteworthy or mentionable down there, eventually leading me to believe that there was no such things as ghosts and that it was was all just in my head. Later that year, I was informed by my parents that we would be staying at my grandmothers house down in Mississippi. This was exciting for me because we lived in Wisconsin and excluding holidays, I rarely saw my grandmother. The next week, we boarded our airplane in the morning, and began the trip to Mississippi. When we arrived, my grandmother picked us up in her station wagon and drove us to her home in the town of Inverness. When we arrived, I was ordered to drop my bags off in the guest room, and to then get prepared for supper. I sighed, opening up the front door and making my way the room that I'd be staying in for the entire summer. Upon opening the door to the guest room, I was greeted with the distinctive smell of burnt ash. I shrugged it off, assuming that one of my grandmother's neighbors was having a barbecue. Still, something about that room gave me an uneasy feeling. After excusing myself from dinner, I walked back to the guest room and pulled out my Nintendo DSI. The second I closed the door, I began to feel like something was watching me. I brushed it off, assuming that being in a new surrounding was just making me a bit paranoid. I began to play a game called "Photo Dojo." From what I can remember, the objective of the game was to use the DSI's camera to take pictures of you and your buddies, so you could put their faces on a variety of fighters and play as them. Anyway, I had never played this game before and had gotten it for free off of the Nintendo shop app. But, since I was bored, I decided to play it. When I started it up, the game informed me to take a picture of my face. When I went to do so, I forgot to switch the camera angle, and took a picture in front of me instead. When I opened up the picture to delete it, I noticed something peering through the window above the foot of my bed. Curious, I decided to zoom in on it. I felt like passing out at what I saw. Peering into the window was a motionless grey face. It had little to no hair, besides a few long strands on the top of its head. From what I could see it had no ears or mouth, yet I felt like it was grinning at me. Its eyes were yellow, and seemed to glow in the moonlight. I was too scared to look up at the window that rested only a few feet away from me, in fear that it was still out there, even though I knew I had to. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that it would just go away. After a few minutes had passed, I felt like it would be safe to check. I gulped, swallowing my fear as I opened my eyes to reveal... Nothing. I was relived and began to softly chuckle. How could I have been so stupid, there's no such thing as ghosts, I had probably just seen a large possum or maybe an oversized rat. As I continued to chuckle, I remembered something. Something that makes my blood run cold to this very day. The guest room was on the 2nd floor...

Bruh, three words. Flying. Spaghetti. Monster.