One morning, a dude woke up... and... HALO WAS NEVER MADE!

Has anyone here been to [url]http://www.365tomorrows.com/[/url]? It's more along the lines of speculative science fiction, but some of them can be pretty creepy. For example... [b] Terminal Cancer [/b] Author : Jasen Taylor The large, solid steel table in the center of the sterile conference chamber was three inches thick but still did not weigh as much as the spirits of the twelve individuals seated around it. They had put this meeting off for as long as they could, but it now appeared there was only one course of action left open to them. A course of action that the tallest of them, seated at the head of the table, still took umbrage with. “I’m still not convinced that we have exhausted every treatment option available to us.” “Well, what would it take to convince you?”, asked a voice three seats down. “Our last and best treatment for this patient has failed. We simply don’t have any way of curing the damage that has been done.” “But cell migration…” “Has failed. Repeatedly, I might add.” This brought a chorus of agreement from the others around the table. “Many times we have tried to isolate the damaged cells so the healthy population can grow and flourish,but the corruption has spread to the point where the patient’s system is damaged both from within and without.” A loud voice at the other end of the table added, “There are many pockets of cells which are continually fighting for dominance over the other cells. At first, this was a slow process. The cells could only affect those closest to them and we thought we could reverse the process by introducing several reagents to halt the flow of corruption, but now these cells have gained in strength and are spreading their infection at an exponentially increasing rate and now have the capability of attacking the body as a whole. They can strike anywhere, anytime. The tallest of them, realizing he was fighting a losing battle, said, “But there is still a potential for change. The patient’s cellular landscape is in a constant state of flux. Is this not the reason we have waited so long to determine the patient’s outcome?” “But your argument is now the dominant reason shaping our decision. This state of flux is a cellular juggernaut, spiraling out of control. There is no way now to reverse the process. Several times it seemed a breakthrough had been made. A rogue cell or group of cells would break off and begin to promote harmony among the cellular ranks, but would always be eradicated or indoctrinated back into the cellular decay from which it sprang. Now the decay has reached the bloodstream, poisoning the system from deep within and promoting the feverish warmth which now plagues the entire body. There can be no going back now. All hope is lost. The plug must be pulled.” “Agreed.” “Seconded.” And so the chant was taken up around the table, every one seated agreeing in turn, until finally it was time for the tall one to weigh in. “It just seems a shame to erase all that potential for excellence. I had such high hopes for this one.” “Your regrets are echoed in all our hearts. However, it must be done in order to protect the surrounding patients from the cellular degeneration of their neighbor.” The tall one sighed. “I recommend we discontinue the use of colonization as a viable treatment option in the future.” As the others got up to leave, the tall one opened up the folder in front of him, labeled INTER-GALACTIC PLANETARY DE-CONTAMINATION SQUAD. He signed off on the action that would silence six billion cells. Time of Death – 2008 Patient’s Name – Earth [Edited on 12.13.2008 1:01 PM PST]

this one time a guy had sex with this girl and after they were done they both fell asleep and when he woke up she was still in his bed ahhhhhhh and then she asked if she could make him breakfast ahhhhh and then he said no i have a meeting at work then she said no problem i can drive you its on the to my kids preschool ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] A FLYING PAN Here is a story. I wrote this myself. But sadly I do not have a name yet! There was a family who certainly were not hurting for money. Well it was there 8 year old son's birthday. So they decided to take him shopping in the city. It was a very busy day as usual. Well when the boy had all of his gifts they were going down to the subway to get across the city. The family went on their train to get across the subway. They got off the train and headed for the elevators. When the doors opened there were many people in there already. They were all adults who were fairly big fellows. The boy darted into the elevator leaving behind his parents. the parents tried to get in the elevator but it was to late the elevator doors closed and was heading right on up. The parents rode on up on the other elevator the same time the boy went up. When the doors opened they thought they would meet their son. Well they didn't see him anywhere in the crowd. In fact they didn't even see him get off the elevator. So the parents looked all over through the crowds but did not find their son. They quickly called the cops and they arrived very quickly. A detective was sent on the case. First thing to do was to check the elevator. The detective found a button and showed it to the boys parents. They agreed that it was their son's button from his shirt. Next thing was the detective did was watch all of the security camera recordings. He obviously went to watch the elevator camera's recording first. He saw the big man and all the other people who surrounded him. He also saw the boy enter the elevator. After that he couldn't see much because a person got in front of the camera. He watched the camera that showed everyone filing out of the elevator. But there was no sign of the boy leaving the elevator still. He thought he knew the big bearded man in the elvator with the boy from somewhere. He did some research and found out who the man was. He was a man who went on a expedition to Antarctica. They lost communication and had to survive. Many of his friends had died and they ran short of food. so they had to eat his friends to live. The other people in the elevator were also survivors in the man's group. They also resorted to cannibalism to live. The detective decided to meet with man. He easily found his address. He lived in the city so it was not hard to find him. The detective had an interview with the man. " So were you on an elevator on the day of November 12th?" the detective asked. "Yes I was" Said the bearded man. "Did you happen to see a little boy in the elevator riding up with you?". "Yes I did, he was all alone. I'm surprised his parents weren't with him." " Yes well um, did you ever see him leave the elevator by any chance?" " I don't think I did, I was one of the first people out and there was a pretty big crowd." " Ok because that little boy has turned up missing and was reported not coming out of the elevator." "Yes well that is quite sad and I wish I could help but I didn't see him leave myself." "Well thankyou for your time." "I'll do anything to help, oh and by the way check out my book I wrote from when me and my crew had to survive in Antarctica. I think it isn't to bad for a book I wrote." "I'll be sure to do that thanks." The detective left and went to the library to pick up the man's book. The detective read the book in the next few days. The book was about how hard it was to live. It said how many of his best friends died on that trip and how they were like his brothers. But the only way to live was to eat the corpses of his dead friends. It was a horrible feeling he said but he wuld do anything to have the sweet taste of life. After reading the book that afternoon he replayed all the footage in the elevator. He studied the man and all of his friends. Something just didn't feel write about this. He watched all of them walk out but still not the boy. He slowly played the footage and he saw a cane in one of the person's hand. He also saw a ball in the other man's hand. All of them were wearing backpacks for some odd reason. Thats when it clicked! What if the big man and all of his crew were still cannibals. They proably didn't like the fact of eating someone at first to live. But what if they got use to it and eventually started to enjoy it? He studied the camera footage one last time and thought how much that cane looked like a leg or arm. Or how that oval ball looked like a foot. Sadly he couldn't really see if it was or wasn't and could not get enough evidence. But what he thought was crazy is how there was not one drop on blood in the elevator![/quote] Isnt that from Anthony Horowitz's horror book?

A man with a bloody hook for a hand!The end

got any more scary WWII stories

Love it! ^ |

I know this has already been posted (IDK if it has been posted on this version but, it has been posted on the first version.) This is so funny I am reposting. (I take no credit!) I was riding home from school today on my bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced yard were three guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground, bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into the downed man's head again, when the men realized a whole busload of kids was looking atthem. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call, the other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point, the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just seen. Then she got scared and said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00 and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air. [Edited on 11.02.2008 8:02 AM PST]

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[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] T3H NOO8 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] daedroth55 This is a really scary story... Gas Prices!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 Egads! The horror![/quote] Uhh... That was a good attempt at humor... but it didn't quite pass... Anyhow, did you read my story in the above post?[/quote] I agree... now DEAD BABIES!!! is better than that

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] HAZMAT SNIPER I know I'll use blood for my cereal !!1!one!!!two!three =)[/quote] People need the Vitamins and other things cereal has

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] daedroth55 This is a really scary story... Gas Prices!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 Egads! The horror![/quote] Uhh... That was a good attempt at humor... but it didn't quite pass... Anyhow, did you read my story in the above post?

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] T3H NOO8 Silent Night (By me, myself, and I.) -John had just moved into his new neighborhood after selling off his house back in Jamestown, Virginia. He had moved to Errol, New Hampshire. It was a small town. Population around 200 people. He didn't mind. He wanted to find a nice, quiet place where he could start a book about Murderers and their psychology, as this had always interested him. His house was on the outskirts of town. Although he had grown up in a big city, he never was one for the fast-paced city life. He prefered the country. The buildings were about a half a mile apart. Dirt roads. Nothing special. Except for the scenery out onto Blood Lake. He wondered why the lake was called that. "Oh well." he thought. "I'll find out later. It's getting dark out." He had been there for about 3 days so far. Enough time to unpack all his things and settle in to his new surroundings. Each night at sunset he watched the lake shine blood red. Though that might be the most plausible reason for naming the lake Blood Lake, he had a feeling that it was not the full story. That something else in the past had something to do with it. He sat by the fire place, wrapped up in a comfortable, but expensive, down blanket, and had a warm cup of coffee. While gazing down upon the lake, he thought he saw a silhouette of a man outside of the window in the corner of his eye. He gave a small jump, but decided that since it was getting late, his eyes were starting to play tricks on him. He got up, poured his half-drank cup of coffee on the fire, and headed off to bed. He could not sleep that night. Not because of the coffee. He had barely drank half a cup all day. It was because of the silence. No noises. Not even crickets. He lay in his bed awake for most of the night. As he was about to finally fall asleep, he heard a footstep outside. He was not easily scared. He got up, opened his window and said: "All right. I know somebody is out there. I saw you this afternoon. Show yourself. Don't worry, I won't call the cops. I just want to know why you're out so late." No answer. Just silence greeted him. He thought nothing of it. Everything in his house was locked. He closed his window, locked it, and went to bed. -End of Part One- Comments? [/quote] Silent Night, Part 2! (By Me, Myself, and I.) -It was 3:00 AM when he checked his clock before he went to bed. Strangely enough, he woke up at 5:00. Much earlier than he had ever been up before. The thought did not weigh heavily on his mind for long. Instead, he cooked up a hot bowl of oatmeal, and decided for the first time to watch the sun rise on the lake. It was much different than sunset. Instead of almost ruby red, it glowed a deep blue. Almost the color of the sky in daylight with no clouds. [i]That's strange.[/i] he thought. [i]Why would it glow deep blue instead of dark red? I think I'll do some research on this lake. Something about it makes me feel uneasy now.[/i] -After beginning his book on the psychology of Murderers, he ate a small lunch, got in his car, and headed to town. He found the local library as soon as he entered town. It was small, almost the size of a church. In fact, it closely resembled one. But not quite. He parked in the lot, turned off the car, and got out. There was no need to lock it in a small town like this. All the people knew better. As he turned to face the woods, he the silhouette of the man he saw last night, peeking around the backside of the library. It was a dark shadow, almost transparent. Even in bright sunlight, it had remained a shadow. It stood there for a moment, and just vanished. Almost like steam, but in an ominous manner. -He stood there for a moment, dumbfounded by what he saw. He then shook off the feeling of fear, regained his composure, and acted like nothing happened when he entered the library. He dared not tell anyone what he saw. What would they say? Probably that he was crazy. He walked up to the main desk. Behind it was a small, elderly lady. Around 70 years old. "You're a new face. What brings you here, dear?" The polite old lady asked. "I came to look up Blood Lake. Just wanted to find out how it got its name." "I see you're smart. Normally anyone would just assume it got it's name because of the color it glows at sunset. Tell me, did you look at it as the sun rises?" "Yes, I did." "Well, here. Take this book. It should give you all you need to know. That is, if you can handle gruesome details, if you know what I mean." It was an old leather book. It had no title, and was thick. John guessed about 500 pages. It seemed to be written around the early 1800's. Oddly, it was light as a feather. John checked the book out, said his final goodbyes, and exited the library. During the short, but none the less intriguing discussion, he had nearly forgotten about the shadow he had seen... End of Part 2. Comments?

This is a really scary story... Gas Prices!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 Egads! The horror!

I did that to make you think why they all went down in the basement, and why shelly was missing.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] T3H NOO8 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Ermac [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] T3H NOO8 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Ermac (Repost due to abandoned thread.) Once me and a few friends were playing at the park, we were about 6 years old at the time. This kid called Micheal came over, Doctors said there was something wrong with him. "Can I play?" he asked. Not wanting to find out for ourselves what would happen if we made him upset we let him play. A Tense hour passed, everyone just going with the flow, except for Micheal who was always more active than anyone else. I remember the last 1 minute before his carer came over to take him away. "SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!" He then told us how we would always be best friends. Truth be told we actually started to like him. We did the same tomorrow and the day after for a good Ten Weeks. Until he had died of "Natural Causes" as the Doctors called it. College came around, Old friends had departed from one another, new ones were made. University came and went. Until I had reached a gap year. Sat alone in my chair I started to think about all the friends that I had known, Micheal came to mind. What exactly was "wrong" with him? he seemed pretty normal to us, and did he really die of "Natural Causes"? or was that just a cover-up? Regardless it didn't matter now, He couldn't tell me what truly happened. I seemed to be talking out loud to myself for some reason. Suddenly a voice out of nowhere. "SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!" SideNote: Ten Internets to anyone who knows where this is from.[/quote] ...Umm... That was... ...odd...[/quote] I guess, I found it odd as well, but I felt like contributing something.[/quote] ANYHOW... Did you read my story?[/quote] yeah it was alright, bit of a cliffhanger.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Ermac [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] T3H NOO8 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Ermac (Repost due to abandoned thread.) Once me and a few friends were playing at the park, we were about 6 years old at the time. This kid called Micheal came over, Doctors said there was something wrong with him. "Can I play?" he asked. Not wanting to find out for ourselves what would happen if we made him upset we let him play. A Tense hour passed, everyone just going with the flow, except for Micheal who was always more active than anyone else. I remember the last 1 minute before his carer came over to take him away. "SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!" He then told us how we would always be best friends. Truth be told we actually started to like him. We did the same tomorrow and the day after for a good Ten Weeks. Until he had died of "Natural Causes" as the Doctors called it. College came around, Old friends had departed from one another, new ones were made. University came and went. Until I had reached a gap year. Sat alone in my chair I started to think about all the friends that I had known, Micheal came to mind. What exactly was "wrong" with him? he seemed pretty normal to us, and did he really die of "Natural Causes"? or was that just a cover-up? Regardless it didn't matter now, He couldn't tell me what truly happened. I seemed to be talking out loud to myself for some reason. Suddenly a voice out of nowhere. "SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!" SideNote: Ten Internets to anyone who knows where this is from.[/quote] ...Umm... That was... ...odd...[/quote] I guess, I found it odd as well, but I felt like contributing something.[/quote] ANYHOW... Did you read my story?

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] T3H NOO8 [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Ermac (Repost due to abandoned thread.) Once me and a few friends were playing at the park, we were about 6 years old at the time. This kid called Micheal came over, Doctors said there was something wrong with him. "Can I play?" he asked. Not wanting to find out for ourselves what would happen if we made him upset we let him play. A Tense hour passed, everyone just going with the flow, except for Micheal who was always more active than anyone else. I remember the last 1 minute before his carer came over to take him away. "SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!" He then told us how we would always be best friends. Truth be told we actually started to like him. We did the same tomorrow and the day after for a good Ten Weeks. Until he had died of "Natural Causes" as the Doctors called it. College came around, Old friends had departed from one another, new ones were made. University came and went. Until I had reached a gap year. Sat alone in my chair I started to think about all the friends that I had known, Micheal came to mind. What exactly was "wrong" with him? he seemed pretty normal to us, and did he really die of "Natural Causes"? or was that just a cover-up? Regardless it didn't matter now, He couldn't tell me what truly happened. I seemed to be talking out loud to myself for some reason. Suddenly a voice out of nowhere. "SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!" SideNote: Ten Internets to anyone who knows where this is from.[/quote] ...Umm... That was... ...odd...[/quote] I guess, I found it odd as well, but I felt like contributing something.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Ermac (Repost due to abandoned thread.) Once me and a few friends were playing at the park, we were about 6 years old at the time. This kid called Micheal came over, Doctors said there was something wrong with him. "Can I play?" he asked. Not wanting to find out for ourselves what would happen if we made him upset we let him play. A Tense hour passed, everyone just going with the flow, except for Micheal who was always more active than anyone else. I remember the last 1 minute before his carer came over to take him away. "SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!" He then told us how we would always be best friends. Truth be told we actually started to like him. We did the same tomorrow and the day after for a good Ten Weeks. Until he had died of "Natural Causes" as the Doctors called it. College came around, Old friends had departed from one another, new ones were made. University came and went. Until I had reached a gap year. Sat alone in my chair I started to think about all the friends that I had known, Micheal came to mind. What exactly was "wrong" with him? he seemed pretty normal to us, and did he really die of "Natural Causes"? or was that just a cover-up? Regardless it didn't matter now, He couldn't tell me what truly happened. I seemed to be talking out loud to myself for some reason. Suddenly a voice out of nowhere. "SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!" SideNote: Ten Internets to anyone who knows where this is from.[/quote] ...Umm... That was... ...odd...

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Exterminatality [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] T3H NOO8 I made this one myself. I label it Starving. -One winter night there were four friends hanging out in a log cabin in the wilderness. Their names were Shelly, Joe, Shawn, and Jess. They were all sitting in front of the fireplace talking about their "Deepest Secrets." Shelly had the most shocking one. She had never liked to be alone ever since her family went up to Alaska to go sled racing. During a blizzard shelly's family was separated from the group. They were lost. 3 days passed and they ran out of food. Due to survival instinct, they had eaten the dogs in the passing 2 weeks for food. Shelly's parents gave her most of the food, because she was their only child. And parents want their children to live. 3 more days passed. Her mom and dad had died from the cold. 3 more days and Shelly was saved. The rescuers had asked where the dogs and her parents were, but she could not answer. She had then gone to Montana to live with her grandparents. And 3 years passed and then she made friends with all of them, and came here. -Her friends did not believe her. They thought she was kidding. "I'm starving. I'm going to the kitchen to get something to eat." Shelly said as she got up. 4 minutes passed and Joe called for her, asking what was wrong. No answer. He got up to go check it out. He couldn't find her. They all decided to split up and look for Shelly. The fuse box in the cellar surged, causing the lights to go out. Joe took out his lighter and decided to go down to the cellar to see what happened. Shawn was upstairs checking out the bedrooms. He had a flashlight. He found nothing and decided to go downstairs. He heard a loud thud coming from the cellar. He walked down. Jess was checking outdoors. She came back in and asked why all the lights were out. Nobody answered. "Another trick." she sighed. They had played tricks on her before, as she was easily scared. She heard a loud thump from down cellar. She grabbed a flashlight sitting by the fireplace and went down cellar. As she opened the door the battery died. "Shelly?" Jess called. --End.[/quote] I hate stories that have no ending (meaning not explaining what happened).[/quote] It's supposed to leave you thinking. Think about it. Shelly enters the kitchen (Which leads to the basement) and 4 minutes pass. They all split up in a search. They all go down there after hearing a loud thump, one by one. Who could be down there doing what?

(Repost due to abandoned thread.) Once me and a few friends were playing at the park, we were about 6 years old at the time. This kid called Micheal came over, Doctors said there was something wrong with him. "Can I play?" he asked. Not wanting to find out for ourselves what would happen if we made him upset we let him play. A Tense hour passed, everyone just going with the flow, except for Micheal who was always more active than anyone else. I remember the last 1 minute before his carer came over to take him away. "SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!" He then told us how we would always be best friends. Truth be told we actually started to like him. We did the same tomorrow and the day after for a good Ten Weeks. Until he had died of "Natural Causes" as the Doctors called it. College came around, Old friends had departed from one another, new ones were made. University came and went. Until I had reached a gap year. Sat alone in my chair I started to think about all the friends that I had known, Micheal came to mind. What exactly was "wrong" with him? he seemed pretty normal to us, and did he really die of "Natural Causes"? or was that just a cover-up? Regardless it didn't matter now, He couldn't tell me what truly happened. I seemed to be talking out loud to myself for some reason. Suddenly a voice out of nowhere. "SHHHH I'm Invisible! You can't see me!" SideNote: Ten Internets to anyone who knows where this is from.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] T3H NOO8 I made this one myself. I label it Starving. -One winter night there were four friends hanging out in a log cabin in the wilderness. Their names were Shelly, Joe, Shawn, and Jess. They were all sitting in front of the fireplace talking about their "Deepest Secrets." Shelly had the most shocking one. She had never liked to be alone ever since her family went up to Alaska to go sled racing. During a blizzard shelly's family was separated from the group. They were lost. 3 days passed and they ran out of food. Due to survival instinct, they had eaten the dogs in the passing 2 weeks for food. Shelly's parents gave her most of the food, because she was their only child. And parents want their children to live. 3 more days passed. Her mom and dad had died from the cold. 3 more days and Shelly was saved. The rescuers had asked where the dogs and her parents were, but she could not answer. She had then gone to Montana to live with her grandparents. And 3 years passed and then she made friends with all of them, and came here. -Her friends did not believe her. They thought she was kidding. "I'm starving. I'm going to the kitchen to get something to eat." Shelly said as she got up. 4 minutes passed and Joe called for her, asking what was wrong. No answer. He got up to go check it out. He couldn't find her. They all decided to split up and look for Shelly. The fuse box in the cellar surged, causing the lights to go out. Joe took out his lighter and decided to go down to the cellar to see what happened. Shawn was upstairs checking out the bedrooms. He had a flashlight. He found nothing and decided to go downstairs. He heard a loud thud coming from the cellar. He walked down. Jess was checking outdoors. She came back in and asked why all the lights were out. Nobody answered. "Another trick." she sighed. They had played tricks on her before, as she was easily scared. She heard a loud thump from down cellar. She grabbed a flashlight sitting by the fireplace and went down cellar. As she opened the door the battery died. "Shelly?" Jess called. --End.[/quote] I hate stories that have no ending (meaning not explaining what happened).

Florine was a small, out of the way Italian village. It is so remote it doesn't have electricity and chooses to live in the old, peaceful style without any modern day distractions. George Baldwin moved to this town in 2003, hoping to find a peaceful place where he could write his new book, Jack and the Pumpkin. After a decade of searching he had finally heard about Florine. When he arrived there he opted to stay in an old cottage that had been covered in vines.The townsfolk asked if he was German, but George didn't like people knowing his bad past life, so he said no. With some help from the local folk he cleaned up the cottage and lived there. For a job he(all people in the village helped each other out) he worked for an elderly man who had the town's library. Three months in he bought a local vine plant, the peccare il veggente. Only ten days after he bought it He saw a strange sight. Instead of his car there was an old fashioned one, from the 40s, with what looked and smelled like manure. The next day he saw a man yelling in German to nobody. George tried to talk to the man, but he kept shouting in anger. It reminded George of a picture of a famous man. He couldn't remember the name. A week went by and he saw several young men lined up at the wall next to the house, faces angry but scared. He attempted to help them, but nothing happened. George talked to the old man about the sights, but the old man just shook his head. "You were nice. But they don't chose." That day he bought another plant, a small bush for the front yard called the Gli altri addolorano. The next day he woke up, and found himself walking outside, even though he didn't try to walk. He was being yelled at by what looked like Naz1 soldiers. One slammed the butt of his rifle in Georges face, and he yelled out, even though he didn't feel any pain. He was pushed against a wall. The he saw him. The man that was yelling at him before. It was Hitler! The man yelled at him and several other kids. He recognized them. These were the kids he had seen before. Then Hitler pulled out a pistol and shot one of them in the head. The another. He went through the kids one by one until George was the last. He pulled the trigger. George's eyes shot open. He was in the cottage, but vines had grown all around him. His eyes could only see the vines and the dirty floor. He saw eyes staring up at him, and suddenly the floor was blood. The blood rose, and George tried to stay above it. Eventually he drowned in it. A townsman gave another a bowl of honey. "Guess you were right," he said "Too bad he lied.He was German. Poor man." Florine was a small, out of the way Italian village. It is so remote it doesn't have electricity and chooses to live in the old, peaceful style without any modern day distractions. It is said that when Hitler made a trip down here he visited the small village and wanted to purchase it. The towns people refused, and he allowed them to keep their village, even if he was somewhat angered. When a group of teenagers vandalized his car with horse manure he found them and killed them with his own pistol. After that he left. It is said the boys that died haunt the cottage next door, exacting revenge on all Germans that are near the death spot. [Edited on 10.19.2008 1:56 PM PDT]

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] DaveDude57 I have that first book! I remember my favorite being the one with bright lights and the semi followed this girl home and flashed his brights and every time he did that there was someone with a knife about to kill her in the backseat.[/quote] THAT was a good one! Full of suspense!

Silent Night (By me, myself, and I.) -John had just moved into his new neighborhood after selling off his house back in Jamestown, Virginia. He had moved to Errol, New Hampshire. It was a small town. Population around 200 people. He didn't mind. He wanted to find a nice, quiet place where he could start a book about Murderers and their psychology, as this had always interested him. His house was on the outskirts of town. Although he had grown up in a big city, he never was one for the fast-paced city life. He prefered the country. The buildings were about a half a mile apart. Dirt roads. Nothing special. Except for the scenery out onto Blood Lake. He wondered why the lake was called that. "Oh well." he thought. "I'll find out later. It's getting dark out." He had been there for about 3 days so far. Enough time to unpack all his things and settle in to his new surroundings. Each night at sunset he watched the lake shine blood red. Though that might be the most plausible reason for naming the lake Blood Lake, he had a feeling that it was not the full story. That something else in the past had something to do with it. He sat by the fire place, wrapped up in a comfortable, but expensive, down blanket, and had a warm cup of coffee. While gazing down upon the lake, he thought he saw a silhouette of a man outside of the window in the corner of his eye. He gave a small jump, but decided that since it was getting late, his eyes were starting to play tricks on him. He got up, poured his half-drank cup of coffee on the fire, and headed off to bed. He could not sleep that night. Not because of the coffee. He had barely drank half a cup all day. It was because of the silence. No noises. Not even crickets. He lay in his bed awake for most of the night. As he was about to finally fall asleep, he heard a footstep outside. He was not easily scared. He got up, opened his window and said: "All right. I know somebody is out there. I saw you this afternoon. Show yourself. Don't worry, I won't call the cops. I just want to know why you're out so late." No answer. Just silence greeted him. He thought nothing of it. Everything in his house was locked. He closed his window, locked it, and went to bed. -End of Part One- Comments?

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] T3H NOO8 Steel, want me to come up with another story?[/quote]go for it