Cookaie
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| 24 Sep 2013 07:57 AM |
creepy stories that i find on the internet some long some short.
here's the first one, made by the redditor "wavesurf",
the man at the top of the stairs
This story is one of many occurrences that have happened in my life that I wanted to share. If anyone is interested, I will share more. One particular summer I was visiting my dad when I was around ten, he lived in Southern Oregon and I Arizona because my parents divorced when I was young. The house he rented was interesting; it was a two story house with a few bedrooms, an attic a basement, and a room that was like an office. Looking back, I imagine that he got a good deal or something because that was the nicest and largest place I had ever seen him rent and it was way more house than he needed as a bachelor. This house had some cool things about it, there were skeleton key doors, wood floors, and a tree that I liked to play in outside. That summer, an event happened that I will never forget about. My cousin (whom I will call Zoey) was visiting with her mom, sister, and our Grandma. Zoey and I had just finished our ice cream that evening and were told to put our bowls in the sink and head upstairs to get ready for bed. We rinsed our bowls and put them in the sink and started to make out way up the stairs. The way the stairs were constructed; there was a couple of stairs up with a flat stop, a right turn with around six or so more then a flat part next to a window, then another right with around six or seven or so more stairs which led to the second story of the house. Zoey and I were walking fast up the stairs and got to the part where we could see to the top of the stair case. Near the top, was a figure standing there, he looked like a male possibly African or a nationality of darker skin tone, long black wavy hair, and black clothing. Zoey and I without saying a word, ran down the stairs and made our way to the entry part near the door that lead to the kitchen where we just put our ice cream bowls. We stopped, looked at each other and said “did you see that”? We had opened the door a smidge and she said she felt something cold go past. I asked her to repeat what she saw so that I wasn’t putting an idea in to her head of what I witnessed. She says “a black man”. I asked her “should we tell them (my dad her mom and such) and we both agree that they won’t believe us. This has always been one of the weirdest and scariest events in my life. To this day, I don’t know how we both got the courage to go back up the stairs to get ready for bed, but we did. I went up first and looked all around the rooms and the attic and found nothing. Most of the time when I see my cousin Zoey I will ask her, do you remember that time? And she will say yes. I will never forget the creepy figure standing at the top of the stairs. |
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Cookaie
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:01 AM |
Now, A message from your personal demons.
Hello, my dear. You do not know who I am, but I know you. I am one of the three demons that were assigned to you at birth. You see, some people in this world are destined for greatness, destined to live happy, fulfilling lives. You, I am afraid, are not one of those people, and it is our job to make sure of that. Who are we? Oh yes, of course, how rude of me. Allow me to introduce us: Shame is my younger brother, the demon on your left shoulder. Shame tells you that you’re a freak; that those thought you have are not normal; that you will never fit in. Shame whispered into your ear when your mother found you playing with yourself as a child. Shame is the one who makes you hate yourself. Fear sits on your right shoulder. He is my older brother, as old as life itself. Fear fills every dark corner with monsters, turns every stranger on a dark street into a murderer. Fear stops you from telling your crush how you feel. He tells you it is better not to try than let people see you fail. Fear makes you build your own prison. Who am I, then? I am the worst of your demons, but you see me as a friend. You turn to me when you have nothing else, because I live in your heart. I am the one who forces you to endure. The one who prolongs your torment. Sincerely, Hope. |
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Cookaie
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:04 AM |
I know him so well. He goes to bed at ten, every night. He says goodbye to his friends on the Internet and shuts his laptop down, like clockwork, and then he changes out of his clothes and goes to bed. He dreams, but never remembers what about. When he wakes up in the morning, he's always slept in, and he hurries to get to school in time. He gets home at thirty six minutes past three and does his homework, and then he returns to his laptop until bed. He likes gummy bears, horror films and music that has screamed vocals. He doesn't really have any friends apart from me, so he keeps some weed in his sock drawer for when the loneliness gets too much. He doesn't know what he wants to do after school, but he knows he wants to go and live in a big city. London, maybe. He's so sad because he doesn't realise how beautiful he is. I don't know what I'd be if I didn't love him like I do. I was nothing before him. We've lived together for twelve months now, it's nice. I used to be one of those faceless people he speaks to online, until we both realised that we couldn't live with being so far away from each other. I moved to the other end of the country to be with him, I made so many sacrifices and I don't regret it at all. His parents are nice, but we just spent most of the time up in his room alone. We don't talk like we used to before I moved in, though. Most of the time I just watch him. It's how I know so much about him. Tonight, his routine's changed. He doesn't touch the laptop, he just lies on his bed with his face in the pillow and cries. I was concerned, until I looked at his calendar and realised the date. Of course he's upset; it's been a year since I hanged myself. |
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Cookaie
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:08 AM |
I'm going to give 3 on this post.
1.He stood against my window. I don't know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldn't move I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass.
Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a hand up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window.
I couldn't do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.
2.So I lost my phone... Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar's music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn't in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend's phone to call mine.
After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle, and hung up. They didn't answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home.
I found my phone laying on my night stand, right where I left it.
3.Lost between empty pages. I have no idea who these people are, or why they won't just let me die in peace. I had a family once; a loving wife, two wonderful sons. All of that is nothing more than a distant memory, now. These people came and took me from my home one morning, and they locked me away in this room. I beg them to let me leave this hellish place - to go home, to see my family again. All the heartless bastards do is shake their heads, offering insincere platitudes before shoving more needles into my veins.
They won't tell me what's going on, they just talk amongst themselves and poke and prod at the husk of what was once a man. I would give anything just to see my wife again, to kiss her one last time before the poison these monsters pump into me finally finishes the job.
The old crone is the worst part. She hovers over me incessantly, and refuses to answer when I shout demands to know who she is and what she wants from me. She simply holds my liver-spotted hands in hers, and silently cries. |
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Cookaie
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:15 AM |
Nap in the car Mommy always leaves me and daddy home on Saturday nights, and me and daddy always go get ice cream in the car after dinner. I have to sit in the back seat until I'm a big boy. I go in the kitchen to see what daddy is cooking for dinner after my Barney movie is over, but he's not in there this time. I saw a note on the counter that said mommy and uncle James were going somewhere together. I'm not sure, I don't read that good. I go find daddy in the garage. I shut the door behind me like I'm supposed to. Daddy is in the car and he already has the car turned on. We must not be eating dinner tonight, only ice cream. I get in the backseat behind daddy since I'm not a big boy yet. Daddy doesn't say anything when I said hello to him. Maybe he can't hear me over the loud car. I think I'll take a nap on the way to ice cream. I feel kinda sleepy. |
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:25 AM |
I got another account banned I'm getback |
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:31 AM |
"Nap in the car" "Mommy always leaves me and daddy home on Saturday nights, and me and daddy always go get ice cream in the car after dinner. I have to sit in the back seat until I'm a big boy. I go in the kitchen to see what daddy is cooking for dinner after my Barney movie is over, but he's not in there this time. I saw a note on the counter that said mommy and uncle James were going somewhere together. I'm not sure, I don't read that good. I go find daddy in the garage. I shut the door behind me like I'm supposed to. Daddy is in the car and he already has the car turned on. We must not be eating dinner tonight, only ice cream. I get in the backseat behind daddy since I'm not a big boy yet. Daddy doesn't say anything when I said hello to him. Maybe he can't hear me over the loud car. I think I'll take a nap on the way to ice cream. I feel kinda sleepy."
Oh my god this is actually kinda creepy, the dad died and so did the kid...
cant you tell this is useless? - I am acbpanda's forum alt, add roughly 3,400 posts. |
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Cookaie
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:35 AM |
Here's the shortest one on there:
Perfectly Average. 2.5 children is the average. I don't know why she's screaming. |
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:35 AM |
By Vincent venacava
I was running down the hall when I came across the high school's most irritating student. This self-important jackass loved to lord his tiny bit of power over the rest of the student body. He was the hall monitor and he made sure he let everyone know it. He stepped in my path to stop me. "Hold it. Running in the halls huh? That's detention buddy," he wrote down my offense on a detention slip he was carrying. "Oh and class is in session and you aren't carrying a hall pass. That's gonna be another 2 days of detention. Next time maybe you'll think twice before breaking the rules." He smirked and stepped aside. I continued past him and out the door of the school. I should have told him his terrible attitude was the reason he had no friends. I should have told him he was an annoying prick. And I should have told him that the reason I was running was because there was a gunman around the corner. |
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Cookaie
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:39 AM |
1001. “The Moores are having a baby.” I glanced up from the table, surprised. “They got the okay?” My husband nodded. “The paperwork came in today, so I heard.” He lowered his eyes in sorrow. “Poor Joanna.” “She’s only 53,” I breathed. A bead of sweat dripped down my brow, landing on the cool, concrete floor of the bunker. I tried to remind myself to be thankful for this place, this concrete tomb, but it grew more difficult each day. Perpetuum Technologies, the company that sprung up just in time for the largest nuclear war the world had ever seen, had designed the vault to sustain one thousand people for as long as it took the surface to be inhabitable again. Exactly one thousand people. Poor Joanna indeed. |
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Silentexe
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:40 AM |
| Maybe I should write one myself. |
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Cookaie
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:41 AM |
The Last Man on Earth The last man on earth looked up at the sky as red as blood. All hints of blue had long since evaporated away into the cosmos. As the earth began its' final plunge into the red giant the man once again recalled the same thought that had plagued him for billions of years: Why did I ever think immortality would be a good thing? |
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Cookaie
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:42 AM |
The things in the night Every night, when she goes to bed, my little girl can feel The monsters that surround her, I daren't tell her that they're real I've broken skeletons in her closet, the man under her bed has died, I stabbed the thing that's at her window and wiped the cleaver on my thigh And now at bedtime, my girl can rest without monsters stepping in And all it takes for her to sleep is for me to wear her father's skin |
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deltav
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:44 AM |
Cookie. You should try writing one yourself, I'd be interested. |
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Cookaie
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:47 AM |
@Iam Probably. I should stop looking at the subreddit I am one.
Here's another one while I write a crap one There's 3 in this series. All really short
1.Disappearance "Hey, where did that spider go?"
2.The Species His eyes glared as he realized it was a black widow.
3.The Eggs He ran outside, before finding the spider creeping into his house with millions of eggs on her. |
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deltav
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| 24 Sep 2013 08:49 AM |
and then he stepped on it Crisis averted! :D |
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