Stories.

[Aimee2323]

Meh

Nothing gives you nightmares though, you will always be an exeption.

 

[emiraati]

As I said before, I'm broken.

 

[SpritySpritz]

Bottom right, there's a button saying "Top", just click that and it takes you to the top.

Omg u genius

 

[D_Gonzo]

Seriously, is there a way to get up this thread instantly? D:

Also, on most phones if you double tap the top black bar with the time (iphone), it will bring it to the top of the page.

 

[Aimee2323]

Also, on most phones if you double tap the top black bar with the time (iphone), it will bring it to the top of the page.

Much easier than my way..

 

[emiraati]

Also, on most phones if you double tap the top black bar with the time (iphone), it will bring it to the top of the page.

Don't have to double tap, just tap it once

 

[SpritySpritz]

galaxy s4 ftw...

 

[Story]

Stevie is a young ten year old. His father is a fireman and his dad is a great fireman, known for his very good duties as a fireman and his many rescues around the city.
Stevie and his father are sitting around at the fire truck garage.

"Rodger!"
"this may be my first day here but I don't remember the last station allowing young children around these stations"

"Yeah, but it's his 10th birthday today." said Rodger

"is it really? well happy birthday champ, have a great day !"

"Thanks" said Stevie

"Why don't you run home and ill catch you at the birthday party, ey stevie?"

"okay dad"
Stevie Runs off...

Stevie is walking down the street, he sees a house with smoke out the windows.
"Smoke means...."
Stevie Runs into the house with black smoke pouring out the front door.
"Is anyone here!"

"HELP US..." Shouting from a door across the hall, it is covered by flames.

Back at the station
Stevie comes running...
"Dad, there's a fire!!"

"what? Where?"

"just down the road.. come on!" says Stevie

Rodger grabs his firegear

"What's going on rodger?!"

"There's a fire down the road"

"We haven't had any alerts..." Says the Captain

"Stevie told me...."

"you mean the kid? Rodger I mean come on..."
Rodger Buts in

"no, if My kid tells me theres a fire, there is definitely a fire. Trust me" Shouts Rodger

"Take the small truck, we'll send the big truck if needed" said the captain


Rodger Drives to the house with stevie in the truck.

"Stevie, see this hose? I need you to crank it down when i tell you."
"Can you do that?"

"Count on me!" Shouts Stevie

Rodger runs through the door.
"FLIP IT STEVIE"
Stevie Flips the lever and water starts spraying out the hose and onto the fire.

Later...
Firemen are running out the house with injured beings and are getting them into care asap.
Rodger walks up to Stevie

"aha, stevie you did great!"

" I did??"

"Yes you did, like a fireman, a real hero"
"you saved all these people!"

Rodger puts the fire helmet on Stevie's head

Rodger walks upto the captain.

"er... Rodger, i'm afraid we've got some bad news"

"what?"

"it's stevie..."

"what??!"

"he died in the house of smoke ventilation..."
"i'm sorry"

Rodger turns round to see the fire helmet lying on the side of the car, where stevie was 1 minute ago.

Rodge kneels down, to the body and takes the cover off.
It's stevies body...



Based on a true story.

 

[cocai]

"It's finally time to go." He remembered the exact words from his mother as he was about to leave for deployment. Jack was determined to make it out alive.

But, now death is staring right at his face. He took several shots to the shoulder leaving Jack on the ground crying. He had never experienced pain as horrible as this. It was an extreme burn, like he had been set on fire and tons of bricks fell on him.

The excruciating pain subsided, leaving Jack in peace. Thoughts of joy and happiness flowed through his mind.

"It's finally time to go."

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"Aufwachen dumm amerikanische!" Jack thought these were murmurs from the devils. Trying his best, he woke up and saw three men circled around him. Still in pain, Jack was laying flat on a wooden table.

"Hey...wh-who...are you?" He asked the three men.

"Wir werden Sie jetzt ein Experiment durchführen." The man says in a calm, deep voice. Jack knows something bad is about to happen.

He is brought to a small room with a window. The three men are standing behind he window, laughing. Jack, stuck in a straight jacket, doesn't know what to do at his point. All he can do is cry for help. He vaguely hears one of them scream in an evil voice "Schlafen gehen amerikanische!"

Afterwards, a strange green gas fills the room, and he screams, "YOU'RE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS....ALL OF YOU!" He starts crying. Suddenly, Jack starts coughing hard. It gets to the point where he can't breathe anymore. And right after, Jack becomes unconscious. His life ends as a prisoner of war.

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Now, the war is over. Jack's family is expecting him to return home. But, as weeks pass, he is presumed dead. His dead body is found in a gas chamber in Auschwitz.

Jack fought for his country, and that's all that he wanted to do.

(Yeah, kinda cheesy..)

 

[s__a__r__a__h]

"It's finally time to go." He remembered the exact words from his mother as he was about to leave for deployment. Jack was determined to make it out alive.

But, now death is staring right at his face. He took several shots to the shoulder leaving Jack on the ground crying. He had never experienced pain as horrible as this. It was an extreme burn, like he had been set on fire and tons of bricks fell on him.

The excruciating pain subsided, leaving Jack in peace. Thoughts of joy and happiness flowed through his mind.

"It's finally time to go."

------------------------

"Aufwachen dumm amerikanische!" Jack thought these were murmurs from the devils. Trying his best, he woke up and saw three men circled around him. Still in pain, Jack was laying flat on a wooden table.

"Hey...wh-who...are you?" He asked the three men.

"Wir werden Sie jetzt ein Experiment durchführen." The man says in a calm, deep voice. Jack knows something bad is about to happen.

He is brought to a small room with a window. The three men are standing behind he window, laughing. Jack, stuck in a straight jacket, doesn't know what to do at his point. All he can do is cry for help. He vaguely hears one of them scream in an evil voice "Schlafen gehen amerikanische!"

Afterwards, a strange green gas fills the room, and he screams, "YOU'RE ALL GOING TO HELL FOR THIS....ALL OF YOU!" He starts crying. Suddenly, Jack starts coughing hard. It gets to the point where he can't breathe anymore. And right after, Jack becomes unconscious. His life ends as a prisoner of war.

-----------------------

Now, the war is over. Jack's family is expecting him to return home. But, as weeks pass, he is presumed dead. His dead body is found in a gas chamber in Auschwitz.

Jack fought for his country, and that's all that he wanted to do.

(Yeah, kinda cheesy..)

Ummmmm k?

 

[cocai]

Ummmmm k?

It was horrible, I know :(

 

[Story]

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427. Employee Number 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month and every year, and although others might have considered it soul-rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy.

And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No-one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say Hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened - this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.

 

[Henrik2106]

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was employee number 427. Employee Number 427's job was simple: he sat at his desk in room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day of every month and every year, and although others might have considered it soul-rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy.

And then one day, something very peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Stanley. Something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No-one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say Hi. Never in all his years at the company had this happened - this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk and stepped out of his office.

The Stanley Parable... .-.

 

[Oceanical]

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.

 

[SubSub]

Mommys home
I heard one, a father is laying in bed after just waking up, he grabs the baby monitor and walks to his desk in his office at home, he has his baby on the baby monitor and hears his wife singing to her, he cracks a smile as he hears his wife “Go to sleep… go to sleep…” When suddenly the front door opens up and his wife comes in with groceries.

 

[SubSub]

Whats in the basement?
Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.

 

[Story]

The Stanley Parable... .-.

that was the joke xD

 

[Henrik2106]

that was the joke xD

Ik :3 Just messing ya up :P

 

[SubSub]

As I said before, I'm broken.

Read my two... I dont get scared easily but those where CREEPY

 

[Tatty]

I have always been into scary novels, and books, I was never scared because I knew it wasn’t real. If only I could think that now.

I grew up in a small town in Spooner, Wisconsin. I had the best life you could have imagined, grew up with two brothers, went tubing on the lake. I got good grades in school, and went to an amazing collage.

One day, I visited a small vintage store, I was looking for an old interesting book.

“Do you have any old, cheap books?” I said.

“We have a clearance aisle down the hall to the right.”

“Thanks,” I looked at his nametag, “Ben” I walked down the hall, to the right. Right next to the bathrooms there was a small corner of books, labeled ‘Clearance’ I picked up a dark navy blue book, I’d say around 400 pages. I blew off the dust. “Every Page” I said to myself, “Written by Mary” I wondered why she didn’t have a last name, maybe it was just a typo? I opened the hardcover, and it said in bold letters ‘Warning’ I walked back to the cash register.

“Did you find everything?” Ben asked.

“Yes,” I handed him the book.

He grabbed it and looked at it, I could tell in his eyes, that he’d never seen this before. “Hmmph, no price tag..”

“Do you know what it would be worth?” I said.

“It’s yours,” he said, “on the house” he handed me the book back.

“Really? Thanks!” I walked out of the store with a little hop in my step.

After I got back to my house, I walked to the front door and took the key from the flower pot to the left of the door. I put the key into the hole, and it didn’t turn. “What the-” I tried to turn it harder, SNAP! “Goddamn!” I punched my door and sat down on the chair. I looked into the bag and grabbed out the book. I opened the cover and started reading.

“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary” the three kids said in the bathroom while spinning around 3 times. They stopped. The light started to flicker, then everything went black… “See? Nothing!” The kid said. The light switched on and in the reflection there was 3 boys, and a black figure with a bloody knife”

I shut the book closed. “This book is more appropriate for tonight.” I didn’t get it- why was it called ‘Every Page’ if it was about Bloody Mary? I took out my computer from my backpack and put it set it on the table and searched ‘Last Page by Mary’ only 3 links popped up, I clicked on the first one.

Teenager died, no evidence found. Only a book. The title was ‘Every Page’ by Mary, resting in his hands. Died on March, 3rd, 1933.

“This is so ridiculous,” I chuckled. I went back to the door and tried the knob once more. I toggled it and it swung open. “Finally,” I turned the lights on, “Max! Maxie! Treat boy!” Max came running to me and licked my leg. I picked him up and gave him a big kiss on the head. I took out a Beggin’ Strip, and held it up, he jumped up and snatched it with his pearly white teeth. “Good boy!”

I ate dinner alone again. When did I never?

“Okay, lets continue the story,” I grab the book and hop in bed. Right when I was about to read, the phone rang. I answered. “Hello?”

“Hey John!”

I recognized the voice. “Oh, hey Tyler!” He was one of my friends from college. “What did you call me for?”

“Sara, Annie, and I wanna come over, so we’re coming over.”

“Oh, okay, I guess.” I put my book away and looked at the clock. “9:33” I said to myself. “33… 33…” It sounded so familiar. I turned away and glanced back. The clock said error. I walked over to it and gave it a kick. It turned to 3:33. “What the heck?” I again, looked away and looked back. “9:34,” I had an accomplishing facial expression. “Fixed it.”

“Hey, John, you still there?” The phone said.

I walked back over to the phone that was set on the bedside table. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. I had a small problem.”

“You sound really weird, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a little shaken. Thats all.” That number. 33, or 3. It just gave me shivers.

“Well, do you want us to still come over?”

“Yeah! Umm, totally.” I said, “I’ll set out some food, and put in a movie.”

“Okay, see ya in a bit. Bye”

“Bye.” I set down the phone and picked up the book, I opened to the first page, “Okay, so there was 3 boys, and they spun around 3 times…” I remembered researching it. They died on March 3rd … 1933. Which is… um… 3/3/33. “That is just creepy.” I looked at the calendar, “Today is March 3rd…”

The doorbell rang, I jumped and my heart skipped a beat. Then I heard knocking. “Yo, John!” The person said, “Open up!”

“Oh yeah, it’s Tyler.” I walked to the door, and opened it up. “Hey guys.”

“Heyyy John!” Sara said.

I have to say, Sara is REALLY hot.

We sit down to all watch the movie, “The Hunger Games” I dunno, it’s not my favorite I would say, but it’s not my least favorite movie.

“Oh Tyler!” Sara says out loud right at the part when Rue dies.

“Show some sorrow for that girl!” I reply as a joke.

“No, not that silly goose.” She says. “That book! I heard about that!”

I turn behind me and pick up ‘Every Page. “This old dusty thing?”

“Yes! Give it to me!” I give her the book. “This book was one of the most scariest books ever, legends say that if you read this book, and you do the thing in the bathroom. Bloody Mary will actually appear in your mirror and kill you.”

“Yeah that doesn’t seem so-” I start.

She interrupts and says, “Lets do it.”


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