One day the people of offtopic heard of something called Porch Day......................

I'll post something real. This happened almost 20 years ago So I was like 10 or so. Staying at a friend's house for the night. Our parents were out of town at a concert, so it was just us and his little brother in this big old house in a small town surrounded by corn. Some time around 1 am, it started storming and the power went out. Yeah, I know, very cliche, but it was an old house and this had happened before. We weren't too startled by it. He called his mother to let her know and they were already on their way home so we grabbed some camping lamps and decided to just go to sleep. They both passed out almost immediately, but I kinda wanted to just go home so I stayed up and listened to some music on my iPod. In between songs I thought I heard knocking so I took a lamp and made my way downstairs to check the door. No one there. Meh, walked back upstairs, shut the door, and crawled back into my sleeping bag. Before I could get my ear buds back in, I heard the knocking again. At the bedroom door...this wasn't like a tree branch knocking against the house or something. It was four light knocks. Tap tap tap tap. Right on the door. So I screamed and woke my friend and his brother up because that shit ain't cool and I'm not dealing with this alone! My friend grabbed a lamp and a wooden toy sword (lol) and checked the house to see if his older brother had come home and was pranking us. He wasnt, he was at his dad's out of state. The power came back on a bit before he came back. He shut the door behind him and said I must have just had a nightmare. Then came the knocking again. Tap tap tap tap. He immediately opened the door, sword raised high, and there was no one there. The door slammed in his face and we all freaked the -blam!- out! While we were screaming I could have sworn I heard a kid giggle from the otherside. We piled furniture up against the door and hid behind a pile of blankets, all facing the door with toy weapons because what else are we gonna do! I called my mom again and she called the Sheriff that lived in town, she was a friend... Did I mention it was a small town? The knocking happened a few more times before she arrived. When no one answered, it'd get louder. It felt like forever, but around 3 the sheriff arrived with her husband. She knew where the spare key was, they ran upstairs, and escorted us all out to the car to wait for our parents Some other cops arrived and they searched the house while we all sat outside with a growing crowd, they didn't find any signs of a break in so they assumed we were just scared kids. My friends family moved out of that place not long after. Apparently, nobody has stayed in that house for more than a year. Last I heard, about a decade later, it's been empty for a few years now. Believe it or not, but that shit messed us up.

Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air' I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suit case and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmm this might be alright. But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared 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 seven or eigth And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

Once upon a time... [spoiler]You will never guess what I just found in Fortnite Battle Royale! *Que Ali-A intro*[/spoiler]

I just wrote a whole story that I was very proud of, then accidentally deleted it. RIP me.

have you heard of the tragedy of 2/7?

Leaving your incognito tab open.

One day, Agent Wyoming dropped the gimmick.

https://youtu.be/shrcT1EN4Sc Here's mine

so this guy was walking down the street.

Once upon a time, I was a young boy. Then I -blam!-ed up and became an adult. [spoiler]Now I have kids, a wife, 2 car payments, and a mortgage......[/spoiler]

There was an old man who lived alone in the middle of the forest. Nobody knew his real name. Most folks just called him Smitty. He had three loyal hunting dogs that kept him company on the long lonely nights. He lived in an old cabin he had built himself, way back in the deep, dark woods. It wasn’t very big, but it was just enough for him and his dogs. The cabin only had one room in it and that was his bedroom, his living room, his dining room and his kitchen too. At one end of the room, there was a nice big open fireplace where he could cook his supper and warm his bones on the cold winter nights. Smitty loved hunting, fishing and the great outdoors. He had a little garden where he planted vegetables and he would go out every day to hunt for rabbits and fish. During the warm months, there was more than enough food to go around, but in the colder months, it was became hard to avoid hunger. One cold Winter night, the old man’s stomach was grumbling, but there was nothing to eat in the cupboards but a few moldy potatoes. He stoked the fire in the fireplace to keep the cabin warm and he went to bed. He was just about to fall asleep, when he heard something in the room. He opened his eyes just in time to see a shadow creeping across the wall. Sitting across the room from him was the weirdest-looking creature he had ever seen. It was short and stubby, with pointed ears and bright yellow eyes that seemed to burn with some strange fire. It’s body was covered in black fur and it had big sharp claws and a long, thick tail. He stared at the hideous creature and it stared back at him. Then, quick as a flash, he grabbed his hunting axe and lunged at the thing. It sprang up and scurried out the hole it had clawed in the cabin wall. The thing was fast, but so was Smitty. A split second before it escaped, he brought his axe down squarely on its big tail and cut it off. The creature let out a horrible screech and disappeared into the night. Smitty was left standing there with a long, thick tail in one hand and a bloody axe in the other. Smitty was about to throw the tail outside, when his stomach started rumbling again. He was famished, so he took the tail, cleaned it, cooked it and ate it for his supper. It tasted a bit strange, very wiry. With his stomach full, Smitty plugged up the hole in the cabin wall with some old rags and newspapers. Then, he got back into bed and drifted off to sleep. He hadn’t been asleep very long before he was awakened by a strange noise. It sounded like something trying to scratch its way into the cabin. The old man thought that if he stayed really quiet, the thing might go away. He could hear it scratch, but then a strange voice outside hissed: “Tailybones! Tailybones! I want my Tailybones!” He thought he must be imagining things, but then he heard it again: “Tailybones! Tailybones! I want my Tailybones!” Smitty jumped out of bed, ran to the front door and threw it open. He called out to his dogs. The dogs they came tearing up to the cabin and ran around, barking and sniffing and snarling, couldn’t find a thing. Smitty shrugged his shoulders and went back to bed. He was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard the noise again. This time, the scratching sounded like it was at the window. But the scratching seemed to be on two walls at one time. Then he heard the strange voice again and this time it hissed a little louder: “Tailybones! Tailybones! Where is my Tailybones?” Smitty, who wasn’t one to frighten easily, was getting a little shaky. So he eased to the window and called to his dogs once more. The three dogs bounded up to the porch and they sniffed around and barked, barked and sniffed, but they never found anything at all. Smitty decided to stay up for the rest of the night to protect himself, his dogs and his little cabin. So he pulled a chair next to the fireplace, grabbed a blanket from his bed and settled in for the rest of the wind-chilled, wintry night. Sleep soon overtook him, and once again he dozed off. It was almost dawn when Smitty woke with a start. The sound of scratching seemed to reverberate from every area of the cabin. Smitty searched frantically for his axe, his rifle, or something to defend himself with, but he was so frightened he couldn’t find anything. The scratching grew louder and louder and louder. “Tailybones, Tailybones, Give me back my Tailybones!” Smitty yelled back, “Leave me alone, I ain’t got your Tailybones!” Then he called his dogs, but this time, the dogs didn’t come. He waited and waited, but still not one dog came running. Smitty had never been so scared in his life. He ran to his bed and jumped in. The scratching and the voice grew louder and louder and louder. “Tailybones, Tailybones, Give me back my Tailybones!” Smitty yelled back as loud as he could, “I don’t have them, so why don’t you leave me alone and go on about your business? I ain’t never hurt nobody or nothing, just leave me alone!” The scratching seemed to be inside the house now and the voice was so loud it was deafening. “Tailybones! Tailybones! You took my Tailybones. Now I’m back to get it, give it to me NOW!!” Smitty pulled the cover up over his head and stayed as quiet as he could, but the scratching was now in his room! “Tailybones, Tailybones, you better give me back my Tailybones!” Smitty then felt the thing scratching up the bottom of the bed and onto the cover. Smitty eased the cover down to see what was steadily approaching. Then he saw it – a short, stubby creature with pointed ears, fat feet with long claws and bloodshot red eyes that glowed in the dark — eyes that seemed to burn straight through Smitty! Before he could pull the cover over his head again, the thing pounced on his chest, looked straight down at him and said: “You got my Tailybones, and you better give it back to me NOW!” Smitty yelled, “I ate it! I ate your Tailybones, it’s gone!” “I know.” Smitty’s screams echoed throughout the dark mountains, then stopped, leaving a chilling silence. After a month or two without hearing from Smitty, the townspeople got worried and came looking for him. They hiked up the mountain and through the forest, but when they reached his cabin, they found it had been torn to shreds. There was no sign of Smitty or the dogs. They searched the woods and called out to them, but there was no answer. Smitty and his dogs were never seen again. The townspeople say that if you are all alone out there at night and you listen carefully, you can hear a strange voice calling on the wind: “Tailybones! Tailybones! I’ve got my Tailybones!”

I really wouldn't be reading this at night. I'll tell one to pass the time tho. So one night, quite a few years ago, me and some friends were camping. (For sake of safety, we are going to label my 4 friends A, B, C, and E. Don't ask about D) So there are these long wooden walkboards leading through the woods. They are slightly elevated by wooden beams, so you could hear when someone was walking on them. Nearby there was a lake. So me and B are staying in the same tent A, C and E are kind of close to each other, but in separate tents. It had been a long day, and we just wanted to sleep. All of the adults were sleeping some distance away, next to where the cars were parked. So we went to sleep around 2230. At 0250 or so, we heard slow walking on the wooden boards, me and B though it was A,C or E needing to pee, and going into the bushes. We had one rule about going to pee, take a lantern so you can see. Well when I peeked outside of the tent to see if there was a light, there was not. I thought, "Meh, maybe he forgot". Later, I heard the boards getting louder with each step. I thought "it's one of them coming back from a piss" my friend, B, checks to see who it was. It was not anyone he recognized. He want sure though. Later, at 0320, I woke up to the sound of a scream, followed by a splash in the lake. B heard it to, and proceeded to ask if I heard it. I immediately got up out of the tent, grabbed a flashlight, and shone it at the bank of the lake closest to us. Nothing. I then walked over to the group of tents belonging to A, C and E. I asked if they heard it, they all said they did. We all went to the adults and slept in the cars that night. The adults thought we were just paranoid, but we all know what we heard.