During the Vietnam war a soldier faithfully wrote letters home to his mother every week so she would know he was all right. But one week she didn't get a letter and immediately began to worry. Within a couple of weeks she got a letter from the Army saying that her son's plane had been shot down over North Vietnam. Her son had been captured and was being held in a Vietnamese Prisoner-of-War camp. They assured her that her son was in good health and that they had no reason to believe the American POWs were being mistreated in any way.
A few weeks later the woman finally received a letter from her son. It read: "Dear Mom, Try not to worry about me, they are treating us well and I'll be released as soon as the war is over. Make sure that little Teddy gets the stamp for his stamp collection. Your loving son, John" The woman was overjoyed to hear the news, but was confused because she had no idea who "little Teddy" was. She decided to steam the stamp off the envelope and have a look. When she peeled back the stamp, she saw there was a small message scrawled on it in tiny misshapen writing. It read: "They've cut off my legs."
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This little girl wanted a new doll. Her mom told her that they could not afford one at the moment. So then she saved her money for weeks and brought one from the shop next to her house. The doll was almost as big as her. She loved it and took care of it for weeks. One day she put it in her closet because she was getting tired of it. She woke up and it was on her bed. She thought it must be her mom that moved it. Later on she was playing out side next to the picnic table and when she turned around , the doll was there. She got a little scared but again did not think much of it. Later on she locked it up in her toy chest. That night she woke up to the sound of wood breaking. The toy chest was broken.
Her mom came in and got mad at her. She told her mom that it must have been the doll. Her mom got mad and told her that she would talk about it in the morning. The mom took the doll to her room. The next day the mom woke up and the doll was gone. She got upset that her daughter came in and took it. She went to her daughters room and then she screamed and screamed. Her daughter was hanging from the ceiling fan and the doll was sitting on a chair beneath her.
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In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a medic in the German army had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment was a bloodbath. Those who survived claimed to have heard, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.
The medic had made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never had he been this short on supplies. No matter. He would do his duty. He had always prided himself on his resourcefulness.
The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.
The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that large patches of his skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.
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The Angel
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house… we will call the police. We do not have an angel statue."
The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No angel staue was ever found.
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Gjoberdik
In Gjoberdik, a small fisherman's village in the country of Bulgaria, on the dawn of January the first everyone closes their curtains and hold their breath for half a minute. Hours after the craze of midnight's celebrations, children look questioning at their worried parents, but can not help to shiver in the embrace of their shaking parents.
One can hear the sound of bells being struck exactly 25 times last year, in this short timespan. The nearest church however, is over 32 miles away. You will find no one out on the streets in these faithful 30 seconds, and even the birds will stop whistling.
Some have gone out of their houses, roaring boldly in disbelief of this century old tradition. On the first sunset of this year, two people gambled their fate in the very first rays of sunlight.
The next dawn, the bells will be struck 27 times.
excuse me while im in fetal position
Super Hitler creeped me out. 
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