I have some scary stories or urban legends here. Anything you know?

Here's a long, slow one, but I found it entertaining.

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My brother moved out of the house back in 2002 once he got his job as a Computer technician, and he recently went missing. When I went to his house, it was locked, with 3 sheets of printer paper taped to the front door.
"While coming home from work one day, I noticed someone had left their damaged grey laptop laying in the middle of my driveway one day. I got out of my car to examine it more carefully.
The LCD definitely showed signs of user related damage, as there was a large hole on the left side of the screen that fit a standard Phillips Head screwdriver perfectly. There was a webcam above the display as well, and it was also destroyed with the same screwdriver. Other than those, however, everything else on the computer showed minor signs of wear, like almost all of the keyboards keys were faded, but nothing to the extent that it could be considered unusable. I looked at the back of the display to find out what brand it is, and yet, I couldn't find anything. I looked at the entire laptop's shell and there was no text or logo stating what brand it is. In fact, there was no warranty sticker, no "Proof of licence" sticker on the bottom, no text whatsoever. What's even more odd was the fact that the only ports on the laptop was a VGA port for connecting an external display and a USB port. How long could this laptop have possibly run without a charging port to recharge the battery? It must have been a very low end laptop where you had to remove the battery pack and put it into it's own charging dock. Why did it exactly have a web cam, though?
Curious as to what exactly is on the laptop, I ran inside to my basement where my old desktop was currently being stored. The only reason it was down there was because I forgot to bring that behemoth to the local SarCan to recycle it. I would have been currently using it as my regular computer, but it takes 5 or 6 hours to fully boot because the system always goes through recovery mode every time you start it, and the processor is way to slow to "recover" everything on the 500 gb hard drive I had installed on it (A 120mhz Pentium processor doesn't get you far). Well, anyways, I removed the old LG CRT monitor from the desktop and plugged it into the laptop. I went to push the power button when...
... I stopped. There's no way this is going to work, the battery has to be dead by now.
I rummaged around the basement to find my battery voltage tester and immediately withdrew the battery from the laptop and checked the voltage. Low and behold, it had no charge. Well, might as well just leave it down here, I'll bring all of this computer junk to SarCan tomorrow morning. With that, I unplugged the display from the laptop, put it back into the desktop and simply left everything downstairs. After leaving the basement I went to go watch TV for about 3 hours or so before going to bed.
I was suddenly awakened from my deep slumber by the sound of the Windows 2000 start up jingle and fell out of my bed. It was so deafeningly loud I swore someone was holding a pair of speakers right next to my ears. After I fell out of the bed, I stood up in a groggy daze, and for a minute or so trying to figure out what that sound was. The desktop! I must have accidentally hit the power switch while trying to switch monitors! I simply walked to the basement, but froze in the middle of the steps. I just remembered there was no way my computer could have started up, because I have Windows 95 installed on my desktop. I was reluctant to go down the steps after that, but my common sense started kicking in and I thought I must be getting my OS's mixed up. When I walked down, I was shocked to see that my desktop wasn't on; in fact, I remembered it wasn't even plugged in. I had to make sure of it though. I checked behind the desktop and everything else was plugged in except for the tower. There's absolutely no chance of that laptop turning on, that's impossible. I removed the battery from the laptop again and re-checked the voltage.
This time, I couldn't get a direct number. The voltage tester was just going insane.
I re-inserted the battery pressed the power button on the laptop. Some indicator lights flashed, meaning the computer definitely started, except this time the start up jingle wasn't played at all. I need to see what's going on here. I connected the CRT monitor back into the laptop. And what I saw...
... Was a bare desktop with 3 icons in the corner. The task bar was empty, and there was no Start menu button.
The wallpaper was black. Why would anyone do this to their desktop? Anyone could remove all the icons, but they must be pretty skilled hackers to remove the Start Menu button. Of all the 3 icons, 1 was a Games folder, 1 was a Videos folder, and the last was the DOS Command Prompt program. Maybe this was a kids laptop. Clicking on the Games folder confirmed my suspicions; it was a little girl who must have owned this laptop. I felt some remorse for the poor girl because there was only 1 game in the folder, and I have no idea what the hell it was. The program name was "princess.exe". I clicked on it just to see what the game was like. A fully animated title screen came up, with various generic fairytale princesses twirling across the screen and the logo flew down with a bunch of sparkly doves holding it. The game was called "Princess Creator: Make yourself Beautiful!" Ah, so it must have been one of those low budget "put .jpgs of various clothing items onto a photo of yourself" games. Well, I was right, as the menu popped up I was given the option to "Dress up" or to "View pretty pictures". I wanted to see what the girl looked like, so I clicked on the 2nd option. She had to have been no more than 5, and on top of that she looked very cute. She was of either Mexican or Spanish origin. She wore a somewhat tattered white dress with small red frills around the sleeves and collar. It had small roses on it. I smiled, as she looked like she had a lot of fun putting a virtual tiara on her head. However, browsing through the photos, about halfway through, there are pictures of a room with nothing else but a bed inside. She must've been dodging the camera for the hell of it, I guess. After that I felt I've seen enough with that program, might as well go see the other 2 files on the laptop. I decided to go into the Command Prompt and see if I could locate any other files on the hard drive.
I simply got a ":>_" line with no drive letter. Ok, this is really strange, I thought. I typed into the command box "start C:\" to see if I could open the directory I wanted to explore. I pressed enter, and DOS simply gave me the "'start' is not recognized as an internal or external command, operable program or batch file." After a few seconds, the program crashed, bringing me back to the desktop. So I guess the last thing to look at is the videos. As I double clicked the folder...
... The screen faded to black. I thought it had crashed, but I noticed that there was a small "_" flashing in the top left corner.

Suddenly, the text "start :>videos�01.wmv" flashed briefly, then a video appeared in full screen. It was the girl again. This time, she was smiling, bouncing slightly in excitement. Her happiness made my heart feel warm. My guess was that she must've been recording herself play the dress up game with the webcam. At first she was simply moving her finger across the track pad, clicking, then giggling excitedly for a bit. She must've been laughing at the things she put on herself in the game. After about 2 minutes or so the screen would cut to black for a fraction of a second and it would return to the girl playing the game. This time, however, she was dressed differently, in a simple pink t-shirt with the words "Go Go Girl!" stitched in glitter. I guess the game would simply record her every time she started it, without her knowing. That made me sort of uneasy, I mean, why would anyone program a game to do that? Whatever, I think it's going to be the same sort of thing over and over with this video, I might as well turn off the computer. I reached over and pressed the power button, and...
... It didn't shut off this time. The video continued to play, and I saw the girl this time was wearing an orange tank top with nothing on it. She was smiling and giggling as usual, so I thought maybe I can turn off the computer after the video is done. It couldn't be that long. The video seemed to drag on, with more cuts of her playing the game in a different outfit, and I started to doze off. However, the next cut in the video...
The girl was just staring at the camera with an expressionless look on her face. Wondering what the hell is going on, I become interested in the video again. This one didn't made me smile. It made me extremely uneasy, watching her without her usual smiley face put on. It was dark in the room, and there was 1 desk light on at the side. She was in some sort of night wear. What is she going to do? She sat there for a minute with that blank expression, like she wasn't thinking at all. I started to get really tense, as if something awful was about to happen.
She bent over and picked up a hand saw from the left side of where she was sitting. She held it in front of her, showing it to the camera. Then, she placed the jagged blade on the side of her cheek. I cringed at what I was seeing. What the **** is going on? Slowly, she began slicing into her right cheek. Blood drizzled down her neck as she did it. Slowly, the side of her teeth began to show after about 10 seconds, as the saw went lower down her face more of her teeth began to show on the side. Blood almost covered everything on the right side of her face. She eventually got to the bottom of her jaw bone, and sawed a tiny piece off of it too. Her cheek fell to the ground with a small thud, and she put the saw in her lap and continued to stare at the camera, emotionless. I couldn't take much more of this and tore the battery out of the laptop, but, the video continued to play.
Then, the next cut began. The girl screamed in extreme pain. I almost fell out of my seat it was so loud. She screamed and put her hands over her now absent cheek. She continued to scream in agony for about 10 seconds, then a knocking was heard from the side. It was a woman, yelling in a language I couldn't understand. She was pounding the door, but not opening it. The girl must have locked it. I tried to unplug the monitor from the laptop but it was stuck in. I didn't want to see what happens next! The screaming continued and the yelling continued up until the next cut.
She was back into her emotionless state again, but her cheek was still missing. The woman was pounding at the door and yelling still. That woman must be her mother. The girl then raised the saw up to her right shoulder, and began cutting just as slowly as last time. I gagged at the sight of this. It was a holocaust of wrong. The blood began to stream out in all directions. The yelling behind the door fell silent. I bet she's trying to get someone to help her, either the father or brother or what not. When she hit the bone, an awful grinding noise could be heard. I covered my ears, but I could still hear it vividly through my hands. I noticed that a piece of her muscle got stuck on one of the steel teeth of the saw. This cut ended a lot faster than before, and the next cut was the same thing. Except the color from her face began to drain, and her pain ridden screams became quickly weaker. Her clothing was completely red with blood on the right side.
Then, she became emotionless again. Oh god, what is she going to cut off next? The mother returned back with what seemed to be 2 other people, and they were all yelling in the same language as before. She raised the saw, and began cutting the right side of her head off. Loud thuds appeared in beat at the door. They were trying to knock it down. She slowly worked her way down, with blood going in all sorts of directions. The thuds still repeated themselves on the door. I was mostly confused as to how she keeps going even after she went through her brain with the saw. Her right eye rolled into the back of her head. Blood began leaking out of it. She eventually made it to the top of her mouth, where she hacked her way through bones and teeth. It was the single worst sound I have ever heard in my entire life. I still hear it in the back of my head some days. The thuds continued, and deep in the back of my mind I hoped they wouldn't be able to break the door down so they didn't have to see such an awful sight. She finally made it through, and with that, the right side of her head fell to the side of her neck, held on only by a piece of skin on her neck. I remember the chilling sound of her jaw being unhinged from her head when it was tugged violently by the force of her half head. She put the saw down to her side.
The cut ended, and the next cut, she simply fell face down onto the desk. Half her brain fell out onto the desk from the impact, and her eye was removed from it's socket. Blood pooled on the desk. The people trying to break down the door finally made it in, and they almost blacked out from what they saw. Their daughter was in pieces. The mother vomited and ran out of the room. The father ran to her daughter, put her head back together and cried, holding her head at the side of his. The other man, presumably the daughter's older brother, simply stared in horror at what he saw.
The horrifying self mutilation finished with that cut, and the screen cut to the empty room with the bed. With a sigh of relief that it was over, I just sat there, breathing heavily and sweating. I didn't realize that the room was so hot until now. I have so many questions to ask. How was it possible? It frightened me, and I spent a good 30 minutes sitting in the chair, and finally, I got the courage to get up out of the seat. I looked at the laptop for what I hoped was the last time. The room with the bed glared on the screen. Then, it cut to something else unexpectedly.
It was a cut of my face, in the basement, using the laptop.

I've seen a number of wily and homicidal things over the years, but Gerecter's diatribes really take the cake. To get right down to it, my purpose here is not to drive off and disperse the logorrheic knuckleheads who use cheap, intemperate propaganda to arouse the passions of silly pickpockets. Well, okay, it is. But I should point out that Gerecter's plaints have kept us separated for too long from the love, contributions, and challenges of our brothers and sisters in this wonderful adventure we share together—life!

Gerecter talks a lot about hooliganism and how wonderful it is. However, he's never actually defined what it means. How can he argue for something he's never defined? We already have our answer: As a respected journalist put it, "Gerecter can justify anything that brings him a profit". She probably could have added that Gerecter's cold, analytical approach to racism doesn't take into account the human element. In particular, those who have been hurt by racism know that the problem with Gerecter is not that he's shiftless. It's that he wants to eviscerate freedom of speech and sexual privacy rights.

Gerecter keeps saying that he can be trusted to judge the rest of the world from a unique perch of pure wisdom. In such statements, as in most of his propaganda, there are major omissions and layers of codswallop wrapped around a small piece of the truth. The real story is that Gerecter has been deluding people into believing that the peak of fashion is to criticize other people's beliefs, fashion sense, and lifestyle. Don't let him delude you, too. It probably sounds like I'm being soporific, but all the deals he makes are strictly one-way. Gerecter gets all the rights, and the other party gets all the obligations.

I might add: Knowledge is the key that unlocks the shackles of bondage. That's why it's important for you to know that Gerecter holds onto power like the eunuch mandarins of the Forbidden City—sterile obstacles to progress who convince innocent children to follow a path that leads only to a life of crime, disappointment, and destruction. His claim that the laws of nature don't apply to him is factually unsupported and politically motivated. Similarly, Gerecter wants to crucify us on the cross of Pyrrhonism. Who does he think he is? I mean, I challenge him to point out any text in this letter that proposes that all major world powers are controlled by a covert group of "insiders". It isn't there. There's neither a hint nor a suggestion of such a thing.

A great many of us don't want Gerecter to lay down diktats that force me to dig my own grave and pay for the shovel. Still, we feel a prodigious pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to his morbid, chauvinistic anecdotes. He descends from a long line of iconoclastic kooks who like to discredit legitimate voices in the larrikinism debate. History offers innumerable examples for the truth of this assertion.

The greatest quote I ever heard goes something like this: "Featherbrained psychopaths have traditionally tried to piggyback on substantive issues to gain legitimacy for themselves." Gerecter's intimations reek of Lysenkoism. I use the word "reek" because one of Gerecter's most loyal cult followers is known to have remarked, "The most valuable skill one can have is the ability to lie convincingly." And there you have it: a direct quote from a primary source. The significance of that quote is that we've tolerated Gerecter's depraved rodomontades long enough. It's time to lose our patience and chill our kindness. It's time to put the kibosh on Gerecter's ebullitions. It's time to shout to the world that pride and solidarity prepare individuals to become partners in an alliance against raucous statism. But there's the rub; if you'll allow me a minor dysphemism, my contempt for him is boundless. Or, to phrase that a little more politely, knowledge and wisdom are Gerecter's enemies. He understands that by limiting education and enlightenment, he can fool more people into believing that human life is expendable. Sadly, those with the least education are those who would benefit most from the knowledge that given the amount of misinformation that Gerecter is circulating, I must doubtlessly point out that he has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to permit invidious, unsavory megalomaniacs to rise to positions of leadership and authority. On all of these occasions I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that when I observe his habitués' behavior, I can't help but recall the proverbial expression, "monkey see, monkey do". That's because, like Gerecter, they all want to authorize, promote, celebrate, and legitimize naive, venal antagonism. Also, while a monkey might think that no one is smart enough to see through Gerecter's transparent lies, the fact remains that it is not news that he has no fixed ethical principles. What speaks volumes, though, is that if Gerecter is victorious in his quest to extinguish the voices of opposition, then his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity.

Why is Gerecter pushing all of us to the brink of insanity? He says he's doing it for some worthy cause. In reality, Gerecter is doing it because I am intellectually honest enough to admit my own previous ignorance in that matter. I wish only that he had the same intellectual honesty. I find that some of his choices of words in his subliminal psywar campaigns would not have been mine. For example, I would have substituted "hypocritical" for "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis" and "feckless" for "blepharosphincterectomy." Please keep in mind that Gerecter proclaims at every opportunity that his mission is to cause this country to flounder on the shoals of self-interest, corruption, and chaos. Stick your nose into anything he has written recently, and you'll get a good whiff of demented fetishism.

Even though Gerecter once told his satraps, "Hey, let's all go out and start wars, ruin the environment, invent diseases, and routinely do a hundred other things that kill people!" (or words to that effect), this does not negate the fact that Gerecter asserts that we should abandon the institutionalized and revered concept of democracy. Most reasonable people, however, recognize such assertions as nothing more than baseless, if wishful, claims unsupported by concrete evidence. Hey, it's not my fault that he's a serial exaggerator. If I were to be less kind, I'd say Gerecter is a liar. Either way, the irony is that his most stubborn reinterpretations of historic events are also his most foul. As the French say, "Les extremes se touchent." Gerecter is planning to coordinate a revolution. This does not bode well for the future because his shock troops often reverse the normal process of interpretation. That is, they value the unsaid over the said, the obscure over the clear.

Incidentally, if Gerecter got his way, he'd be able to foist the most poisonously false and destructive myths imaginable upon us. Brrrr! It sends chills down my spine just thinking about that. He doesn't want us to stand up and fight for our heritage, traditions, and values. He wants us to behave like sheep, not showing any inclination to saunter off in a direction other than that in which the shepherd (Gerecter) wants us to go. Gerecter intends to keep us sheep blissfully ignorant of the fact that there is nothing more tragic than to find a decent, honest person who's been misled by his dictatorial manuscripts. To pretend otherwise is nothing but hypocrisy and unwillingness to face the more unpleasant realities of life. Not to belabor the point, but even if one is opposed to wishy-washy Jacobinism (as I am) then, surely, he is not just blathering. He is unbelievably, astronomically blathering.

You, of course, now need some hard evidence that Gerecter is a vulture living on the labor and the good nature of the rest of the world. Well, how about this for evidence: He likes to give expression to that which is most destructive and most harmful to society. Such activity can flourish only in the dark, however. If you drag it into the open, Gerecter and his fans will run for cover like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen when the light is turned on suddenly during the night. That's why we must honor our nation's glorious mosaic of cultures and ethnicities. In conclusion, let me just say that as a dynamic, historical current, mandarinism has taken many different forms and has evolved dramatically in a variety of ways.

I've seen a number of wily and homicidal things over the years, but Gerecter's diatribes really take the cake. To get right down to it, my purpose here is not to drive off and disperse the logorrheic knuckleheads who use cheap, intemperate propaganda to arouse the passions of silly pickpockets. Well, okay, it is. But I should point out that Gerecter's plaints have kept us separated for too long from the love, contributions, and challenges of our brothers and sisters in this wonderful adventure we share together-life!

Gerecter talks a lot about hooliganism and how wonderful it is. However, he's never actually defined what it means. How can he argue for something he's never defined? We already have our answer: As a respected journalist put it, "Gerecter can justify anything that brings him a profit". She probably could have added that Gerecter's cold, analytical approach to racism doesn't take into account the human element. In particular, those who have been hurt by racism know that the problem with Gerecter is not that he's shiftless. It's that he wants to eviscerate freedom of speech and sexual privacy rights.

Gerecter keeps saying that he can be trusted to judge the rest of the world from a unique perch of pure wisdom. In such statements, as in most of his propaganda, there are major omissions and layers of codswallop wrapped around a small piece of the truth. The real story is that Gerecter has been deluding people into believing that the peak of fashion is to criticize other people's beliefs, fashion sense, and lifestyle. Don't let him delude you, too. It probably sounds like I'm being soporific, but all the deals he makes are strictly one-way. Gerecter gets all the rights, and the other party gets all the obligations.

I might add: Knowledge is the key that unlocks the shackles of bondage. That's why it's important for you to know that Gerecter holds onto power like the eunuch mandarins of the Forbidden City-sterile obstacles to progress who convince innocent children to follow a path that leads only to a life of crime, disappointment, and destruction. His claim that the laws of nature don't apply to him is factually unsupported and politically motivated. Similarly, Gerecter wants to crucify us on the cross of Pyrrhonism. Who does he think he is? I mean, I challenge him to point out any text in this letter that proposes that all major world powers are controlled by a covert group of "insiders". It isn't there. There's neither a hint nor a suggestion of such a thing.

A great many of us don't want Gerecter to lay down diktats that force me to dig my own grave and pay for the shovel. Still, we feel a prodigious pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to his morbid, chauvinistic anecdotes. He descends from a long line of iconoclastic kooks who like to discredit legitimate voices in the larrikinism debate. History offers innumerable examples for the truth of this assertion.

The greatest quote I ever heard goes something like this: "Featherbrained psychopaths have traditionally tried to piggyback on substantive issues to gain legitimacy for themselves." Gerecter's intimations reek of Lysenkoism. I use the word "reek" because one of Gerecter's most loyal cult followers is known to have remarked, "The most valuable skill one can have is the ability to lie convincingly." And there you have it: a direct quote from a primary source. The significance of that quote is that we've tolerated Gerecter's depraved rodomontades long enough. It's time to lose our patience and chill our kindness. It's time to put the kibosh on Gerecter's ebullitions. It's time to shout to the world that pride and solidarity prepare individuals to become partners in an alliance against raucous statism. But there's the rub; if you'll allow me a minor dysphemism, my contempt for him is boundless. Or, to phrase that a little more politely, knowledge and wisdom are Gerecter's enemies. He understands that by limiting education and enlightenment, he can fool more people into believing that human life is expendable. Sadly, those with the least education are those who would benefit most from the knowledge that given the amount of misinformation that Gerecter is circulating, I must doubtlessly point out that he has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to permit invidious, unsavory megalomaniacs to rise to positions of leadership and authority. On all of these occasions I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that when I observe his habitués' behavior, I can't help but recall the proverbial expression, "monkey see, monkey do". That's because, like Gerecter, they all want to authorize, promote, celebrate, and legitimize naive, venal antagonism. Also, while a monkey might think that no one is smart enough to see through Gerecter's transparent lies, the fact remains that it is not news that he has no fixed ethical principles. What speaks volumes, though, is that if Gerecter is victorious in his quest to extinguish the voices of opposition, then his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity.

Why is Gerecter pushing all of us to the brink of insanity? He says he's doing it for some worthy cause. In reality, Gerecter is doing it because I am intellectually honest enough to admit my own previous ignorance in that matter. I wish only that he had the same intellectual honesty. I find that some of his choices of words in his subliminal psywar campaigns would not have been mine. For example, I would have substituted "hypocritical" for "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis" and "feckless" for "blepharosphincterectomy." Please keep in mind that Gerecter proclaims at every opportunity that his mission is to cause this country to flounder on the shoals of self-interest, corruption, and chaos. Stick your nose into anything he has written recently, and you'll get a good whiff of demented fetishism.

Even though Gerecter once told his satraps, "Hey, let's all go out and start wars, ruin the environment, invent diseases, and routinely do a hundred other things that kill people!" (or words to that effect), this does not negate the fact that Gerecter asserts that we should abandon the institutionalized and revered concept of democracy. Most reasonable people, however, recognize such assertions as nothing more than baseless, if wishful, claims unsupported by concrete evidence. Hey, it's not my fault that he's a serial exaggerator. If I were to be less kind, I'd say Gerecter is a liar. Either way, the irony is that his most stubborn reinterpretations of historic events are also his most foul. As the French say, "Les extremes se touchent." Gerecter is planning to coordinate a revolution. This does not bode well for the future because his shock troops often reverse the normal process of interpretation. That is, they value the unsaid over the said, the obscure over the clear.

Incidentally, if Gerecter got his way, he'd be able to foist the most poisonously false and destructive myths imaginable upon us. Brrrr! It sends chills down my spine just thinking about that. He doesn't want us to stand up and fight for our heritage, traditions, and values. He wants us to behave like sheep, not showing any inclination to saunter off in a direction other than that in which the shepherd (Gerecter) wants us to go. Gerecter intends to keep us sheep blissfully ignorant of the fact that there is nothing more tragic than to find a decent, honest person who's been misled by his dictatorial manuscripts. To pretend otherwise is nothing but hypocrisy and unwillingness to face the more unpleasant realities of life. Not to belabor the point, but even if one is opposed to wishy-washy Jacobinism (as I am) then, surely, he is not just blathering. He is unbelievably, astronomically blathering.

You, of course, now need some hard evidence that Gerecter is a vulture living on the labor and the good nature of the rest of the world. Well, how about this for evidence: He likes to give expression to that which is most destructive and most harmful to society. Such activity can flourish only in the dark, however. If you drag it into the open, Gerecter and his fans will run for cover like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen when the light is turned on suddenly during the night. That's why we must honor our nation's glorious mosaic of cultures and ethnicities. In conclusion, let me just say that as a dynamic, historical current, mandarinism has taken many different forms and has evolved dramatically in a variety of ways.

coolbeans90

Is this a joke or what? This is nothing to do with me, Gerecter, or the topic. [QUOTE="coolbeans90"]

I've seen a number of wily and homicidal things over the years, but Gerecter's diatribes really take the cake. To get right down to it, my purpose here is not to drive off and disperse the logorrheic knuckleheads who use cheap, intemperate propaganda to arouse the passions of silly pickpockets. Well, okay, it is. But I should point out that Gerecter's plaints have kept us separated for too long from the love, contributions, and challenges of our brothers and sisters in this wonderful adventure we share together-life!

Gerecter talks a lot about hooliganism and how wonderful it is. However, he's never actually defined what it means. How can he argue for something he's never defined? We already have our answer: As a respected journalist put it, "Gerecter can justify anything that brings him a profit". She probably could have added that Gerecter's cold, analytical approach to racism doesn't take into account the human element. In particular, those who have been hurt by racism know that the problem with Gerecter is not that he's shiftless. It's that he wants to eviscerate freedom of speech and sexual privacy rights.

Gerecter keeps saying that he can be trusted to judge the rest of the world from a unique perch of pure wisdom. In such statements, as in most of his propaganda, there are major omissions and layers of codswallop wrapped around a small piece of the truth. The real story is that Gerecter has been deluding people into believing that the peak of fashion is to criticize other people's beliefs, fashion sense, and lifestyle. Don't let him delude you, too. It probably sounds like I'm being soporific, but all the deals he makes are strictly one-way. Gerecter gets all the rights, and the other party gets all the obligations.

I might add: Knowledge is the key that unlocks the shackles of bondage. That's why it's important for you to know that Gerecter holds onto power like the eunuch mandarins of the Forbidden City-sterile obstacles to progress who convince innocent children to follow a path that leads only to a life of crime, disappointment, and destruction. His claim that the laws of nature don't apply to him is factually unsupported and politically motivated. Similarly, Gerecter wants to crucify us on the cross of Pyrrhonism. Who does he think he is? I mean, I challenge him to point out any text in this letter that proposes that all major world powers are controlled by a covert group of "insiders". It isn't there. There's neither a hint nor a suggestion of such a thing.

A great many of us don't want Gerecter to lay down diktats that force me to dig my own grave and pay for the shovel. Still, we feel a prodigious pressure to smile, to be nice, and not to object to his morbid, chauvinistic anecdotes. He descends from a long line of iconoclastic kooks who like to discredit legitimate voices in the larrikinism debate. History offers innumerable examples for the truth of this assertion.

The greatest quote I ever heard goes something like this: "Featherbrained psychopaths have traditionally tried to piggyback on substantive issues to gain legitimacy for themselves." Gerecter's intimations reek of Lysenkoism. I use the word "reek" because one of Gerecter's most loyal cult followers is known to have remarked, "The most valuable skill one can have is the ability to lie convincingly." And there you have it: a direct quote from a primary source. The significance of that quote is that we've tolerated Gerecter's depraved rodomontades long enough. It's time to lose our patience and chill our kindness. It's time to put the kibosh on Gerecter's ebullitions. It's time to shout to the world that pride and solidarity prepare individuals to become partners in an alliance against raucous statism. But there's the rub; if you'll allow me a minor dysphemism, my contempt for him is boundless. Or, to phrase that a little more politely, knowledge and wisdom are Gerecter's enemies. He understands that by limiting education and enlightenment, he can fool more people into believing that human life is expendable. Sadly, those with the least education are those who would benefit most from the knowledge that given the amount of misinformation that Gerecter is circulating, I must doubtlessly point out that he has, on a number of occasions, expressed a desire to permit invidious, unsavory megalomaniacs to rise to positions of leadership and authority. On all of these occasions I submitted to the advice of my friends, who assured me that when I observe his habitués' behavior, I can't help but recall the proverbial expression, "monkey see, monkey do". That's because, like Gerecter, they all want to authorize, promote, celebrate, and legitimize naive, venal antagonism. Also, while a monkey might think that no one is smart enough to see through Gerecter's transparent lies, the fact remains that it is not news that he has no fixed ethical principles. What speaks volumes, though, is that if Gerecter is victorious in his quest to extinguish the voices of opposition, then his crown will be the funeral wreath of humanity.

Why is Gerecter pushing all of us to the brink of insanity? He says he's doing it for some worthy cause. In reality, Gerecter is doing it because I am intellectually honest enough to admit my own previous ignorance in that matter. I wish only that he had the same intellectual honesty. I find that some of his choices of words in his subliminal psywar campaigns would not have been mine. For example, I would have substituted "hypocritical" for "pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis" and "feckless" for "blepharosphincterectomy." Please keep in mind that Gerecter proclaims at every opportunity that his mission is to cause this country to flounder on the shoals of self-interest, corruption, and chaos. Stick your nose into anything he has written recently, and you'll get a good whiff of demented fetishism.

Even though Gerecter once told his satraps, "Hey, let's all go out and start wars, ruin the environment, invent diseases, and routinely do a hundred other things that kill people!" (or words to that effect), this does not negate the fact that Gerecter asserts that we should abandon the institutionalized and revered concept of democracy. Most reasonable people, however, recognize such assertions as nothing more than baseless, if wishful, claims unsupported by concrete evidence. Hey, it's not my fault that he's a serial exaggerator. If I were to be less kind, I'd say Gerecter is a liar. Either way, the irony is that his most stubborn reinterpretations of historic events are also his most foul. As the French say, "Les extremes se touchent." Gerecter is planning to coordinate a revolution. This does not bode well for the future because his shock troops often reverse the normal process of interpretation. That is, they value the unsaid over the said, the obscure over the clear.

Incidentally, if Gerecter got his way, he'd be able to foist the most poisonously false and destructive myths imaginable upon us. Brrrr! It sends chills down my spine just thinking about that. He doesn't want us to stand up and fight for our heritage, traditions, and values. He wants us to behave like sheep, not showing any inclination to saunter off in a direction other than that in which the shepherd (Gerecter) wants us to go. Gerecter intends to keep us sheep blissfully ignorant of the fact that there is nothing more tragic than to find a decent, honest person who's been misled by his dictatorial manuscripts. To pretend otherwise is nothing but hypocrisy and unwillingness to face the more unpleasant realities of life. Not to belabor the point, but even if one is opposed to wishy-washy Jacobinism (as I am) then, surely, he is not just blathering. He is unbelievably, astronomically blathering.

You, of course, now need some hard evidence that Gerecter is a vulture living on the labor and the good nature of the rest of the world. Well, how about this for evidence: He likes to give expression to that which is most destructive and most harmful to society. Such activity can flourish only in the dark, however. If you drag it into the open, Gerecter and his fans will run for cover like cockroaches in a dirty kitchen when the light is turned on suddenly during the night. That's why we must honor our nation's glorious mosaic of cultures and ethnicities. In conclusion, let me just say that as a dynamic, historical current, mandarinism has taken many different forms and has evolved dramatically in a variety of ways.

gerecter

Allow me to elaborate. This letter is neither an encomium of Gerecter nor a panegyric to his screeds. Instead, it is a fact-filled reportage intended to convince you that I sometimes use the hypocorism, "birdbrained, sinister lunatics", when referring to Gerecter and his hatchet men. Before I say anything else, let me remind Gerecter that my love for people necessitates that I bring him to justice. Yes, I face opposition from Gerecter. However, this is not a reason to quit but to strive harder. We can all have daydreams about Happy Fuzzy Purple Bunny Land, where everyone is caring, loving, and nice. Not only will those daydreams not come true, but by allowing him to ensure that all of the news we receive is filtered through a narrow ideological prism, we are allowing him to play puppet master.

Gerecter's pleas cannot stand on their own merit. That's why they're dependent on elaborate artifices and explanatory stories to convince us that feckless exponents of separatism should be fêted at wine-and-cheese fund-raisers. A long time ago I wrote that "jingoism has its stronghold among the most huffy fugitives I've ever seen". Today I might add that the impact of Gerecter's unbridled, destructive reportages is exactly that predicted by the Book of Revelation. Evil will preside over the land. Injustice will triumph over justice, chaos over order, futility over purpose, superstition over reason, and lies over truth. Only when humanity experiences this Hell on Earth will it fully appreciate that some of my acquaintances express the view that Gerecter's penchant for allotheism chokes his judgment like tea leaves blocking a sink. Others express the view that the same poisonous spirit that infects impertinent cutthroats also pollutes Gerecter's thinking. I am prepared to offer a cheer and a half for each view; together, they paint a sufficiently complete picture of Gerecter to warrant a full three cheers.

Gerecter can get away with lies (e.g., that 75 million years ago, a galactic tyrant named Xenu solved the overpopulation problem of his 76-planet federation by transporting the excess people to Earth, chaining them to volcanoes, and dropping H-bombs on them) because the average person cannot imagine anyone lying so brazenly. Not one person in a hundred will actually check out the facts for himself and discover that Gerecter is lying. Because of his suggestions, our schools simply do not teach the basics anymore. Instead, they preach the theology of noisome Stalinism.

Mankind needs to do more to point the high-powered fire hose of truth at Gerecter's vulgar, yawping false-flag operations to wash away their multiple layers of interdenominationalism. Understand, I am not condemning mankind for not doing enough; I am merely stating that if Gerecter succeeds in his attempt to turn us into easy prey for morbid scum, it'll have to be over my dead body. Please don't ask me to strip the world of conversation, friendship, and love. I simply can't do that.

What I have been writing up to this point is not what I initially intended to write in this letter. Instead, I decided it would be far more productive to tell you that whenever I turn around I see Gerecter creating an untrue and injurious impression of an entire people. To deny such a truth would be to deny the evidence of our own senses.

The concepts underlying Gerecter's silly, incoherent diatribes are like the Ptolemaic astronomy, which could not have been saved by positing more epicycles or eliminating some of the more glaring discrepancies. The fundamental idea—that the heavens revolve around the Earth—was wrong, just as Gerecter's idea that human life is expendable is wrong. At the risk of sounding hopelessly uncivilized, Gerecter asserts that no one is smart enough to see through his transparent lies. That assertion is not only untrue but a conscious lie. He claims that individual worth is defined by race, ethnicity, religion, or national origin. I respond that someone ought to ask him point-blank why he has no trait of character that is lovely or admirable. Too many emotions to count raced through my mind when I first realized that Gerecter commonly appoints ineffective people to important positions. He then ensures that these people stay in those positions because that makes it easy for Gerecter to spit in the face of propriety.

All that we have achieved may now be lost, if not in the bright flames of favoritism, then in the dense smoke of the sniveling prevarications promoted by the worst classes of audacious fogeys I've ever seen. I have a hard time reasoning with people who remain calm when they see Gerecter opening the gates of Hell. Given that you can assume serious trouble is brewing when anti-democratic, stubborn thugs destroy the lives of good, honest people, it stands to reason that we must understand that the right thing to do in this case is determined by various vectors of forces in an endless multidimensional tug-of-war involving ropes leading out in many directions. And we must formulate that understanding into as clear and cogent a message as possible. To put a little finer edge on the concept, Gerecter twists every argument into some sort of "struggle" between two parties. Gerecter unvaryingly constitutes the underdog party, which is what he claims gives him the right to disguise the complexity of color, the brutality of class, and the importance of religion and sexual identity in the construction and practice of credentialism. The only thing that differentiates him from malicious wonks is that the latter are at least honest about what they are. So what's the connection between that and his treatises? The connection is that Gerecter has for a long time been arguing that poxy, harebrained geeks are all inherently good, sensitive, creative, and inoffensive. Had he instead been arguing that just because you can do something does not mean it's okay to do it, I might cede him his point. As it stands, the leap of faith required to bridge the logical gap in Gerecter's arguments is simply too terrifying for me to contemplate. What I do often contemplate, however, is how I take an uncharitable attitude towards his disdainful witticisms. I don't think anyone questions that. But did you know that he can't discuss anything without talking about sectarianism?

Please don't misread my words here; sometime in the future Gerecter will siphon off scarce international capital intended for underdeveloped countries. Fortunately, that hasn't happened...yet. But it will obviously happen if we don't speak out against the most lubricious hostes generis humani I've ever seen. You may detect disapproval and anger in my writing when I state that his disquisitions are disgraceful but reflective of the localized normative attitudes among the most sex-crazed mental defectives you'll ever see. That disapproval and anger exists primarily because following Gerecter's words left to right and down a page is like following fingernails on a chalkboard. That shouldn't surprise you when you consider that we must keep his spin doctors at bay. This is a terrible and awesome responsibility—a crushing responsibility. However, if we stick together we can can show the world that Gerecter's taradiddles are based on two fundamental errors. They assume that Gerecter has a fearless dedication to reason and truth and they promote the mistaken idea that his belief systems are intelligent, commonsensical, and entirely consonant with the views of ordinary people.

Every so often you'll see Gerecter lament, flog himself, cry mea culpa for imposing frightful new restrictions on society just to satisfy some sort of childish drive for power, and vow never again to be so incontinent. Sadly, he always reverts to his old behavior immediately afterwards, making me think that many people respond to his benighted monographs in much the same way that they respond to television dramas. They watch them; they talk about them; but they feel no overwhelming compulsion to do anything about them. That's why I insist we convince vindictive pop psychologists to stop supporting Gerecter and tolerating his expostulations. Wherever you look, you'll see him enforcing intolerance in the name of tolerance. You'll see him suppressing freedom in the name of freedom. And you'll see him crushing diversity of opinion in the name of diversity.

I have reason to believe that Gerecter is about to marginalize and eventually even outlaw responsible critics of the most aberrant scalawags I've ever seen. I pray that I'm wrong, of course, because the outcome could be devastating. Nevertheless, the indications are there that Gerecter's most progressive idea is to separate people from their roots and cut their bonds to their natural communities. If that sounds progressive to you, you must be facing the wrong way. Lastly, Gerecter craves adulation and attendance.

Is this a joke or what? This is nothing to do with me, Gerecter, or the topic.gerecter

Now I see. This is made from some document generation program, such as compliant letter generator.gerecter

Story 1

A short drive outside of the city I live is what people call the Screaming Tunnel.

You have to drive down a dirt road to get there. The ground rises up a forested hill on your right side. Suddenly theres a large tunnel almost connected to the road. You can't see through it theres no light, just a large black hole in the side of the escarpment. Its a long abandoned train tunnel. Theres no tracks just a meager creek which runs through to the other side, which you can't see at night either.

Rumour has it that in the 1800's there used to be a farmhouse nearby. The house burned down in a fire and a young girl went running into the tunnel while on fire and died half way through. The story goes that if you walk into the tunnel at night without any lights and get far enough in you light a candle or match.

They say the ghost of a charred little girl appears and blows the candle out leaving you in the blackness.

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Story 2

This guy is at a party. He's having a great time theres all kinds of people most of whom are drunk. One of his buddies has been gone for a short while when he comes downstairs with a big grin on his face. Turns out he just got laid and he tells them of this really hot chick whose totally drunk and for him to go up. So he takes his friends advice and goes up stairs. Upon entering the room the drunk girl is all over him so he figures what the heck and they go at it. When he's done they lay there talking and the girls voice sounds familiar. He turns the light on and its his sister.

I'm not going to read a single one of these as it's nighttime and I don't want to get nightmares.

One time, an unsuspecting young men entered a thread to see what was about, maybe read a few posts. Upon arriving, he stared down thousands of walls of text a million miles long. He scrolled up and down as far as he could, but he could never reach an area to click back on and his screen had shot into fullscreen with no was of exiting.

He hit escape, but there was no escape :o

One time, an unsuspecting young men entered a thread to see what was about, maybe read a few posts. Upon arriving, he stared down thousands of walls of text a million miles long. He scrolled up and down as far as he could, but he could never reach an area to click back on and his screen had shot into fullscreen with no was of exiting.

He hit escape, but there was no escape :o

vadicta

Great, now how am I supposed to get to sleep.

I got one.

Once there was an ugly barnacle, he was so ugly that everyone died.....The end.

I got one.

Once there was an ugly barnacle, he was so ugly that everyone died.....The end.

jerk-o-tron2000

Lol

anyways... I have written a few horro stories, and heard many, as well... I've been told that the ones I wrote are creepy as hell... apparently I made someone who read it wake up after a nightmare and puke...

But, I don't know if any of the stories I've written or the ones I've heard are appropriate for this site...

But, TC, i love scary stories and urban legends.

Actually, reading this thread reminds me of a dream I once had, and i'm getting ideas for a story... (runs off to write)