[quote]Pictures One day, a girl was assigned a project for her photography class. She was to go out into the wilderness and take as many pictures as possible. So, she decided she'd camp out instead of just go and take some pictures. She loved nature and the outdoors, and wasn't afraid of spending the night alone out in the woods. So, she packed up everything she needed for the trip and set off. She had a great time take pictures, and really enjoyed herself photographing the woods she was camping in. That night, she went to bed, and slept soundly. She woke up, gathered her things, and went back home. She used up four rolls of film, and decided to get them developed A.S.A.P. After having the photos developed, she returned to the store to get them back. "Everything went fine, here are your photos ma'am." "Thank you." "Just one thing..." "What is that?" "There were 4 photos missing. One from each roll." "How odd." "Yes, but we did find them eventually. Would you like to see them?" "Yes, please." The man showed her the pictures, and after seeing them, she dropped her pictures, screamed, and ran home. She never went anywhere alone after that day. Those 4 photos were of her, asleep in her tent. [/quote] That one freaked me out.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] MrSpinkleswirth *points flashlight under chin* Once upon a time, there was a floodian, he awoke to find himself in the middle of the Halo 3 Forum, and he could never leave! muahahahahahahahaaaa!!!![/quote] YOU MADE ME CARP MYSELF

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXasCjUTNpE] THIS [/url]

Note: Note this is fictional but involves me. So in my town every one uses the same trash can provided by the city, for a new easy way to pick up everyones trash. Everyone has to bring their trash can to their front lawn the night before garbage day, and put their can back after the garbage truck picks up the trash. Now keep in mind these cans are REALLY LOUD when you move them (cause they have wheels). And there is a house next to mine where no one has lived for a few years. One night when I got up to use the bathroom, I heard a trash can moving from the uninhabited house next to mine. I ran to my balcony (it over looks the driveway of that house) and right as I look I just see the trashcan move out of sight... with no one pushing it. Every garbage night I hear that trash can moving from that house... never daring to see who, or what, is moving it...

sometime in the future, someone goes into the past and kills the creators the makers of xbox, then playstation ruled the world.... ^^nightmare stuff right here^^

90% of these are from a book i used to rent from the school 7 years ago in 5th grade

DOOM: REPERCUSIONS OF EVIL

The door slid shut behind him, it was then he realized how bad the facilty had fared in the attack of those creatures. Claw marks snaked down the concrete walls, blood pooled into puddles on the floor, and the upper half of a marine cororal was sprawled out in the center of the hallway he'd stepped into. "Damn monsters bushwhacked us." He said, fighting back a surge of anger and regret. His men, all of them, Dawson, Buckley, Crewes, and Blain, all gone, along with the rest of the teams stationed here. Tom shook his head again, and tried to remember what exactly happened in the opening moments of the attack....... 18 hours earlier "C'mon rookie, work faster, it's creepy here." Buckley said. "What? you scared or something?." Blain, the rookie, teased. "Shut up Rook, what do you know?" "At least I'm not scared of the dark, Buck." The rookie said with a snide grin. The El-Tee had sent them to a decomissioned part of the facility to retrieve old weapons data stored there so it could be properly archived. [i] So disgruntled employees dont sell it to insurgents.[/i] Buck thought. "This assignment kinda sucks, man." Blain said over his shoulder from the workstation. The only active terminal in the sector, they even took the good lightbulbs out of the lights to use as spares for the other sectors in use. "You done yet?" Buck asked impatiently. "You done -blam!-ing?" Blain asked, his grin widening. Suddenly,a faint sound floated around the room, and both soldiers were filled with a weird feeling. Like something was watching them from the shadows and whispering amongst themselves. "For Gods sake Rookie, hurry up, I have a bad feeling about this." "Almost....done, lets get out of here." As if on cue, a minor shock rumbled through the facilty. "Damn 'quakes are happening more frequntly." The senior soldier said. all of a sudden, a massive shock shook the base, throwing the rookie to the ground and Buck across the workstation desk. "Jesus, were they supposed to be blasting today?" Blain asked. "No, that shook the entire place, they wouldnt blast this close." "Something's wrong." The Rookie said. Then, a blast of static came over their radios. "....under attack." "we need reinfor....." Then the stoic, unusually calm voice of their lieutenant came over clearly. "We are under attack by unidentified assailants, all military personnel report back to the main facility." "C'mon Rook, its about to get really bad in this place." TO BE CONTINUED>>>>>>

"Get up, Tom." It was a voice in his head, it was sweet-sounding. The voice had a sort of calming effect on him, like he was somewhere else, but he knew it wasnt true. That monster did a number on him, deep cuts lanced around his chestplate of his armor and he could barely move his left leg. "Great day to be me." He said, a sarcastic smile broke out under the mask of dirt and blood. The voice, he recalled, was the voice of his wife, Laura, long-since dead, but for some reason she was here, and he was gonna find her. "Come on, its time to finish this." Her voice was pained, from the torment she had suffered. "I vow this to you, I will find whatever has you prisoned here, and it will be its time to suffer!" He slowly got up, scooped up his assualt rifle and shook his head to clear the cobwebs. "Time to move out." He said confidently, and strode to the door controls. He punched in the code and the door slid noiselessly open and he stepped into the blackness............. To Be Continued.

Did I miss something in the toe story?

This is a story at camp which always got to me. [u] The Crogan Bologna Man [/u] Back in 1988, the year the camp opened, a young boy of the age of 11 went missing. After a two month search throughout the vast forests surrounding the camp-grounds, authorities discontinued the search, never to know how this child disappeared. After a heated law-suit against the councilors towards the kidnapping of the child, the camp plummeted into a state of sub-abandonment, only around 14 campers would visit each year. Time, however, slowly recovered the site, and within 8 years, the grounds were populated in excess of 100 campers, however, something strange was occurring. The numerous campsites were being stalked by an unknown, and unseen assailant. most of these occurrences were writings in the sand, ranging from "hi" to "leave". Campers would also return from a long day to find an unattended fire going. Content with the success of the once desolate site, the Head Councilor decided to spend a night at one of the numerous campsites. After all of the campers at the site were asleep, the Head Councilor and another Councilor, were talking. The two were close friends, so the Head Councilor decided to discuss something he wanted to get off of his chest. He told his friend of a strange encounter, he had one night alone. Sitting around a fire, preparing to retire to his cottage, heard a rustling in the bush in front of him. Readying for the worst, he loaded his shot. Emerging from the brush, was a man bearing ragged clothing and rugged features. Lowering his weapon, the Head Councilor asked, "Who are you?" The man sat down and replied, "Oh, you don't need to worry about that." "Well, why are you here?" "This forest, is open to the public, am I right?" "Yes" "Then I have all the right to be here don't I?" "I suppose" The two continued to talk, having a good time, until something crossed the Head Councilor's mind: This could be the person writing the messages and the unattended fires. Terror, slowly overwhelming him, the Head Councilor tried to find a way to get him to leave. "Um, sir? I know you are having a good time as well as I, but, I have to ask you to leave." "Why? Is this because of the Missing kid?" The man's mood suddenly changed from kind to slightly insane. "Well, um..." "Ya know I saw the boy, wandering around, crying for assistance." "What did you do?" "I took him" The man ran into the woods, before the Head Councilor was able to persecute the man. The other councilor patted the Head Councilor on the back and told him to get some rest. Two years later, the unattended fires and writings in the ground were at it's peak. Three boys by the name of Louis, Michael, and Henry were camping right next to the sight the boy went missing. It was strictly off-limits. Being rebellious boys, they decided to investigate. Entering a cabin, they found a chest. Inside was a blood-stained tee-shirt with '1988' written on it. The same year the boy went missing. It was late and they wouldn't tell the councilors as they would get in trouble, so they decided to wait until the morning. In the morning, the three took the councilor to the site, and to their horror, they found the entire site burned to the ground. In the ground was written, "I am always watching."

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Merciless Lash [b] Pictures One day, a girl was assigned a project for her photography class. She was to go out into the wilderness and take as many pictures as possible. So, she decided she'd camp out instead of just go and take some pictures. She loved nature and the outdoors, and wasn't afraid of spending the night alone out in the woods. So, she packed up everything she needed for the trip and set off. She had a great time take pictures, and really enjoyed herself photographing the woods she was camping in. That night, she went to bed, and slept soundly. She woke up, gathered her things, and went back home. She used up four rolls of film, and decided to get them developed A.S.A.P. After having the photos developed, she returned to the store to get them back. "Everything went fine, here are your photos ma'am." "Thank you." "Just one thing..." "What is that?" "There were 4 photos missing. One from each roll." "How odd." "Yes, but we did find them eventually. Would you like to see them?" "Yes, please." The man showed her the pictures, and after seeing them, she dropped her pictures, screamed, and ran home. She never went anywhere alone after that day. Those 4 photos were of her, asleep in her tent. [/b] [/quote] Holy -blam!-, that was a good one.

Mason is kept awake by his parents arguing all the time and this night was no different. The fighting started and the screams got louder and louder until he heard a horrible suckling sound and then silence. He wanted to know what had happened so he got up to go to the bathroom and have a look. He didn't see anything because it was dark and he decided to go to the bathroom while he was there. He finished and was walking back to his room when he saw, very faintly, the figures of his parents sitting perfectly still in two chairs at the end of the house. Something didn't seem right and he hurried to his room feeling watched. He tried to go to sleep but this weird feeling of dread kept him awake. He heard a noise from somewhere in the house. It sound like scraping chairs against the wood floor of his house. The sound gets louder and louder until it is right outside his door. The sound stops. His door opens. A figure moves glides just inside his room, turns around and drags in two chairs containing Mason's parents. The sound of the chairs against his floors makes Mason feel like his spine is going to jump out and him explode from pure fear. The figure drags his parents directly in front of his bed and maneuvers them until both his parents still eyes are staring through him. The figure then got up and walked to Mason's wall and wrote something in a red liquid then crawled under Mason's bed. Mason sat there for a while staring back at his parents non moving faces, a increasing feeling of horror pouring over him. Should he stay her as to not alert the creature to him being awake? Or should he just run away screaming as fast as he could? Mason was frozen with terror when he looked back at his wall to see what the creature wrote. The wall read "I know you're awake."

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *flys away in roflcopter*

Go on youtube and search "Marble Hornets." Start with the introduction and watch it all the way through. Watch at night for best viewing quality. I'm too lazy to link. [Edited on 07.17.2010 3:21 PM PDT]

I've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:35AM and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's the strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm dead. I will die and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside the front door and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing that I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could've gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the puss I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing. It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. It then started rubbing its hands upon the walls, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil's pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike. The scariest thing is now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about. But I feel I need to see, before I'm killed. I peek at the creature's masterpiece. '[i]I know you're awake.[/i]'

that was really scary [Edited on 07.06.2010 6:58 PM PDT]

Thanks, I'm glad you guys liked it. :)

great story Elemental Runner. although i didn't think it was scary, i thought they were gonna find the daughter as a stuffed animal.

ElementalRunner's story was great. Halfway through I thought it would be about Slender Man, though.

A man named Chuck just landed a new job as a zookeepeer. To make his travel to work easier, Chuck moved to a new town named Dirksome, a short 5 miles away from the zoo. His wife and daughter were more than willing to move, as Chuck had never before had an opportunity like this one. Chuck and his family liked Dirksome. It wasn't large, but wasn't lonely. The citizens were respectful and the town was peaceful besides a few pesky teenage thefts here and there. Chuck wasn't worried about teenage thefts: he locked his doors. He knew that teenagers only go for easy, petty thefts. Chuck wanted to focus on his family, and his lovely young daughter. Chuck and his family now have lived in Dirksome for 4 months. Chuck's zookeeper job is going well. He loved to take walks with his young daughter in Dirksome's town park. One day they brought a kite to the park. Just as they were leaving, it got caught in a tree. Chuck's daughter was crying when a man walked up. "Need help getting that kite down from the tree?" the man asked. Happy to receive aid, Chuck thanked him. After a while it was obvious the man was having trouble. "We better start heading home now, thanks for trying" Chuck said. "I will give you your kite before tomorrow," the man said. Chuck grinned, and headed home. Let the man do the favor if he wants to, he thought. Sure enough, he found his kite in his yard the next morning, hanging from a tree, along with a red-colored note which read: "I had some fun with it." Weird, he thought. A few days later he is walking with his daughter in the the zoo. Being a zookeeper, Chuck was referencing all the animals and telling how he takes care of them. While standing before the monkey exhibit, he notices the man who helped him, but decided not to bother him with a hello. He looked strained. "That's a monkey, right daddy?" his daughter asked. "You bet! A real handful too, barely touch their food." Chuck replied. Suddenly the man speaks. "I like how they hang by their tails...just enjoying themselves." "I wish I could hang like a monkey, daddy." "I can show you how," the man mutters. Chuck glances at the man, sees him eerily eying his daughter. An uncontrollable terror rushes over him, and Chuck grabs his daughter with a quick "Let's go sweetie" and rushes away. Glancing back, he sees the man casually turn his head back to the monkey. Back at home, Chuck thinks about the man. What did he mean? Was he joking? Three knocks at the door. Startled, Chuck drifts over and opens the door. No one. He spots a note on the floor. "Try to have some fun." Chuck slams the door and furiously crumbles the paper. It must be the man, he thinks. Trying to scare me as a trick, or "fun." A week after, Chuck takes his family to the town carnival. They had just gotten off the merry-go-round when his daughter said she wanted a stuffed toy. The place was literally littered with such toys. "Okay, honey, when you see one tell us!" Chuck's wife replied. Moments later, without notice, his daughter rushed away. "There! There daddy!" Before Chuck realized it, his daughter was lost in the crowd. Terror struck him. Pushing through the people, she was nowhere to be seen. His wife was weeping. The man passes by. "I saw where she went, I will get her for you," he said. Chuck responds with desperate anger, "NO, YOU WON'T GO ANYWHERE! DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT MY DAUGHTER!" The man vanished in the crowd. Chuck is weeping himself now. A town police official spots him. "What's wrong sir?" "I lost my daughter, and I think a man is chasing her." Chuck explains to the officer what his daughter looks like, and what the man looks like. "Can you find her...please?...and stop that...that man," Chuck whines. "I will do all I can, sir" says the officer as he goes off. Minutes later, Chuck hears his daughter's voice, and stands erect with tears in his eyes. "Honey...sweetie is that you?! Where are you?!" "Here daddy! I won a stuffed monkey!" says his beloved daughter, triumphantly holding out her precious stuffed monkey. Almost immediately after, three police officers arrive with the man, now cuffed. "Is this the man, sir? We found him following your daughter. You were right." "Thank God," Chuck yells. The officers lead the man away to the town jail. Later that day, the same officers arrive at Chuck's house. "Good evening sir. We searched the man. He had no weapon, and nothing in his pockets...except this." One officer handed Chuck a red-colored piece of paper. Shaking, Chuck unfolds the note. "I had some fun with her." [ I just made this up...I think it's scary]. [Edited on 06.22.2010 1:59 PM PDT]

Now let us share our glorious, heroic tales Comrades! You are home to watch Pravda on televisir about degenerate murderer who is on the loose. You look out the window door to beet field, and you notice Man standing in the snow. He look like foto on televisir and he smile at you. You gulp vodka, picking up fone to your right and dialing Local Militia Precinct Commissar. Back out the glass you look, pressing fone to ear. Notice he now closer to you. You drop vodka in shock. No footprints in snow. It was reflection. You dullard! Your apartment is bulldozed down to make way for glorious tractor factory. [Edited on 06.18.2010 2:49 PM PDT]

Why'd they eat the toe... Thats creepy...

these story's are cool!

[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2U8yfKM9nY]I don't want to die.[/url] I guess I got one. One day, a couple in a car were on their way to the car. They noticed a pale woman walking alone. They ask her if she needed a ride. She agreed and they let her in. Once they drive down, they ask the old woman for her information. She stays quiet. She told the couple to stop at a point in the road. They ask why and she turns to them and replied, "This is the spot where I died." Her face melts and an old woman with no eye sockets and torn skin screams at them. The couple freak out and their car tilts over the area and kills both the couple. The bodies are found the next day with wide open eyes and no reason on why the car is found there.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] STEELFOXxxxx As I was sleeping and heard soft footsteps thinking it was my dog, I went back to sleep. As I woke up I walked outside my room to the kitchen to get some breakfast. As I was eating my toast I noticed mud trails through my house, I got up to inspect the tracks to notice that they were like nothing I've ever seen before. They were shaped like a reptiles footprint but then I thought I don't have a pet that's a reptile so realizing that their is a creature in my house I grab my pistol and follow the tracks. They lead right into my room and stoped at my bed as I looked around I didn't find anything that was suspicious. But what was weird was that they did not continue on after it stoped at my bed. So I put away my gun, and just assumed that it left my house. Later that night I couldn't fall asleep and just stared at the ceiling. As i'm looking at it looks like something is moving on the ceiling. It was to dark to tell what it was but it looked human size frightened I put the covers on top of me and started telling myself that it's just my imagination. After awhile I decide to see if what I saw was real. I slowly lift up my covers and stared at the ceiling. I let out a heavy sigh to notice that their was nothing there. To relax myself I turn on my side and gasp in shock as their is a creature with a human face with red eyes and a long cylinder tongue with five spikes grabing me. After hearing screams the neighbors called the cops to find out what was going on. After the cops got there and no one answered they busted down the door. They walked into the bedroom to find a body laying there they lift up the sheets to find five tiny holes in the body. They take the body to the hospital to figure out what happened to the person. They find out that the body was completely drained of blood and that all of the organs were somehow sucked out the body. [/quote] I hate when that happens