Post Your Creepy Stories! (You Don't Sleep You Lose?)

Black Eyed Kids (sometimes called Black Eyed Children or BEK) are said to be children with eyes that are solid black, with no differentiation between sclera, pupil or iris. Those who report encounters with them often feel that the children were somehow supernatural and very dangerous. The first known sighting was recounted in a 1997 usenet posting by journalist Brian Bethel.
In his initial post, Brian Bethel reported of a meeting with two unusually confident and eloquent children who attempted to talk him into giving them a ride in his car. Bethel said in his post that he nearly opened the door to admit the children, even though he found them vaguely unsettling, until he realized that their eyes were completely black, with no iris or sclera. He reports that, as soon as he realized this, the children became angry and insistent, and he drove away quickly. His posting implies that the children may have been using some form of low-level mind control to induce him to open the car door.

Since Bethel's original post, there have been other reports of similar experiences in other parts of the country. These accounts are similar to Bethel's in that they generally involve the children's request that the person let them inside their car or house, frequently using an excuse such as "I need to get home to my mother" or something that implies the child is in need of assistance.

Experiences involving the Black Eyed Children generally do not explain the cause of the children's eye color (not to be confused with Aniridia which is the lack of iris; Black Eyed Children have no sclera or white either) or the origins of the children themselves. Some imply they could be ghosts or demons, specifically vampires: the encounters frequently emphasize that the children must be voluntarily admitted or invited into the house or car in question, and in this way are reminiscent of some vampire legends.

Holy Crap... holy crap... holy crap i can't believe this thread is still alive...Hungry_bunny

It's a zombie thread, Hungry_bunny, it's come back to haunt OT from beyond the grave!

[QUOTE="Hungry_bunny"]Holy Crap... holy crap... holy crap i can't believe this thread is still alive...Red-XIII

It's a zombie thread, Hungry_bunny, it's come back to haunt OT from beyond the grave!

Or its beacause I keep bumping It... :P

This could be a great thread, if everyone paricipated. I'll try to get the ball rolling...

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

Fortier

that one sent goose bumps all over me that on was creepyin a unusual way

What happens in Vegas, stay in vegas.

somebody write somethin creative with given title

During the war a soldier faithfully wrote his mother every week so she would know he was all right, until 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 had been captured and was being held in a Prisoner-of-War camp, and they assured her that they had no reason to believe the American prisoners were being mistreated in any way. A few weeks later the woman finally received another 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 collection. Love you, Joe" 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 from the envelope and have a look. When she did she saw that written on the back of the stamp were the words: "They've cut off my legs".Hungry_bunny

another good one but i would not be surprised if stuff like that actually happened.

Please just let this thread rest in peace.. Please..Ronstera

Why? Everyone's enjoying it :)

Black-Eyed Car Encounter (first account, mentioned above)

I don't really know what I'd call this story if I was submitting it for publication in Fate or something of its ilk. "Brian vs. the Evil, Black-eyed, Possibly Vampiric or Demonic But At Least Not Bloody Normal Kids" doesn't have much of a ring to it. (Shrug.) original.gif
But that's at least an accurate title.
As so many things do, it all started out innocently.
My Internet Service Provider used to have offices in a shopping center before they moved to their (comparatively) lush accommodations elsewhere. There was a drop box at that original location. The monthly bill was due, and thus, there but for the Grace of the Net I went. It was about 9:30 p.m. when I left. From my relatively isolated apartments, it's about 10-15 minutes or so to downtown (Abilene has a population of about 110,000).
Right next to Camalott Communications' old location is a $1.50 movie theater. At the time, the place was featuring that masterwork of modern film, Mortal Kombat. I drove by the theater on the way into the center proper and pulled into an empty parking space.Using the glow of the marquee to write out my check, I was startled to hear a knock on the driver's-side window of my car.I looked over and saw two children staring at me from street. I need to describe them, with the one feature (you can guess what it was) that I didn't realize until about half-way through the conversation cleverly omitted. Both appeared to be in that semi-mystical stage of life children get into where you can't exactly tell their age. Both were boys, and my initial impression is that they were somewhere between 10-14.
Boy No. 1 was the spokesman. Boy No. 2 didn't speak during the entire conversation -- at least not in words.Boy No. 1 was slightly taller than his companion, wearing a pull-over, hooded shirt with a sort of gray checked pattern and jeans. I couldn't see his shoes. His skin was olive-colored and had curly, medium-length brown hair. He exuded an air of quiet confidence.Boy No. 2 had pale skin with a trace of freckles. His primary characteristic seemed to be looking around nervously. He was dressed in a similar manner to his companion, but his pull-over was a light green color. His hair was a sort of pale orange.
They didn't appear to be related, at least directly."Oh, great," I thought. "They're gonna hit me up for money." And then the air changed. I've explained this before, but for the benefit of any new lurkers out there, right before I experience something strange, there's a change in perception that comes about which I describe in the above manner. It's basically enough time to know it's too late. wink2.gifSo, there I was, filling out a check in my car (which was still running) and in a sudden panic over the appearance of two little boys. I was confused, but an overwhelming sense of fear and unearthliness rushed in nonetheless.
The spokesman smiled, and the sight for some inexplicable reason chilled my blood. I could feel fight-or-flight responses kicking in. Something, I knew instinctually, was not right, but I didn't know what it could possibly be.I rolled down the window very, very slightly and asked "Yes?"The spokesman smiled again, broader this time. His teeth were very, very white.
"Hey, mister, what's up? We have a problem," he said. His voice was that of a young man, but his diction, quiet calm and ... something I still couldn't put my finger on ... made my desire to flee even greater. "You see, my friend and I want to see the films, but we forgot our money," he continued. "We need to go to our house to get it. Want to help us out?" Okay. Journalists are required to talk to lots of people, and that includes children. I've seen and spoken to lots of them. Here's how that usually goes: "Uh ... M ... M ... Mister? Can I see that camera? I ... I won't break it or anything. I promise. My dad has a camera, and he lets me hold it sometimes, I guess, and I took a picture of my dog -- it wasn's very good, 'cause I got my finger in the way and ..." Add in some feet shuffling and/or body swaying and you've got a typical kid talking to a stranger.
In short, they're usually apologetic. People generally teach children that when they talk to adults, they're usually bothering them for one reason or another and they should at least be polite. This kid was in no way fitting the mold. His command of language was incredible and he showed no signs of fear. He spoke as if my help was a foregone conclusion. When he grinned, it was as if he was trying to say, "I know something ... and you're NOT gonna like it. But the only way you're going to find out what it is will be to do what I say ..." "Uh, well ..." was the best reply I could offer.
Now here's where it starts to get strange.The quiet companion looked at the spokesman with a mixture of confusion and guilt on his face. He seemed in some ways shocked, not with his friend's brusque manner but that I didn't just immediately open the door. He eyed me nervously. The spokesman seemed a bit perturbed, too. I still was registering something wrong with both. "C'mon, mister," the spokesman said again, smooth as silk. Car salesmen could learn something from this kid. "Now, we just want to go to our house. And we're just two little boys." That really scared me. Something in the tone and diction again sent off alarm bells. My mind was frantically trying to process what it was perceiving about the two figures that was "wrong."
"Eh. Um ...." was all I could manage. I felt myself digging my fingernails into the steering wheel. "What movie were you going to see?" I asked finally. "Mortal Kombat, of course," the spokesman said. The silent one nodded in affirmation, standing a few paces behind. "Oh," I said. I stole a quick glance at the marquee and at the clock in my car. Mortal Kombat had been playing for an hour, the last showing of the evening. The silent one looked increasingly nervous. I think he saw my glances and suspected that I might be detecting something was not above-board.
"C'mon, mister. Let us in. We can't get in your car until you do, you know," the spokesman said soothingly. "Just let us in, and we'll be gone before you know it. We'll go to our mother's house." We locked eyes. To my horror, I realized my hand had strayed toward the door lock (which was engaged) and was in the process of opening it. I pulled it away, probably a bit too violently. But it did force me to look away from the children. I turned back. "Er ... Um ...," I offered weakly and then my mind snapped into sharp focus.
For the first time, I noticed their eyes. They were coal black. No pupil. No iris. Just two staring orbs reflecting the red and white light of the marquee. At that point, I know my expression betrayed me. The silent one had a look of horror on his face in a combination that seemed to indicate: A) The impossible had just happened and cool.gif"We've been found out!" The spokesman, on the other hand, wore a mask of anger. His eyes glittered brightly in the half-light. "Cmon, mister," he said. "We won't hurt you. You have to LET US IN. We don't have a gun ..."
That last statement scared the living hell out of me, because at that point by his tone he was plainly saying, "We don't NEED a gun." He noticed my hand shooting down toward the gear shift. The spokesman's final words contained an anger that was complete and whole, and yet contained in some respects a tone of panic:
"WE CAN'T COME IN UNLESS YOU TELL US IT'S OKAY. LET ... US .... IN!"
I ripped the car into reverse (thank goodness no one was coming up behind me) and tore out of the parking lot. I noticed the boys in my peripheral vision, and I stole a quick glance back. They were gone. The sidewalk by the theater was deserted. I drove home in a heightened state of panic. Had anyone attempted to stop me, I would have run on through and faced the consequences later. I bolted into my house, scanning all around -- including the sky. What did I see? Maybe nothing more than some kids looking for a ride. And some really funky contacts. Yeah, right.
A friend suggested they were vampires, what with the old "let us in" bit and my compelled response to open the door. That and the "we'll go see our mother" thing. I'm still not sure what they were, but here's an epilogue I find chilling: I talk about Chad a lot. He's still my best friend, my best ghost-hunting companion and an all-around cool guy. He recently moved to Amarillo, but at the time this happened was still living in San Angelo of Ram Page fame. I called him and talked to him briefly. He had two female friends with him at the time, both professing some type of psychic ability.
I started telling him the story, leaving out the part about the black eyes for the kicker. One of the women (we were on a speakerphone) stopped me. "These children had black eyes, right?" she asked. "I mean, all-black eyes?" "Er ... Yes." I said. I was a bit taken aback.
"Hmmm," she said. "One night last week, I had a dream about children with black eyes. They were outside my house, wanting to be let in, but there was something wrong with them. It took me a while to realize it was the eyes."
I hadn't even gotten as far as them wanting to come in. "What did you do?" I asked. "I kept the doors and windows locked," she said. "I knew if they came in, they would kill me." She paused. "And they would have killed you, too, if you had let them into your car."

this probably happened because I was sick....anyway so yes I was sick lying in my bed trying to sleep. Then I had a dream....it was dark, there was only moolight and I was staring at a house secretly. A man(or a shadow) goes into the house and smokes. Then he leaves. I feel creeped. So then I wake up. I'm in my room staring at the turned off tv. I doN't know why but I feel like I'm being watched when in the bed(something which happens to me when I was younger). So I decide to close my eyes and ignore the thing watching me. I feel it's facing me but I don't open my eyes. Then it shakes me. I felt like I'm being shaked. And then I wake up again. This time, I still on my bed trying to sleep but around me is like drawings. Same room but it looks like it's drawn. This time I try to get up but I can't move(I know there is a scientifc explanation for this one). I can't make any noise nothing. And then I wake up again.

This time I really woke up and smiled for a while for being in shock.

Not really scary when you hear it but it was kinda an awkward moment for me.

bump

Ugh, it sure took a while to catch up and read the last 100 posts...

One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in c|ass and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.

His desk was next to the window, and he turned and stared outside. It looked liked a picture. When it was home time at the school, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.

He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.

She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "no." He was devastated.

When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "no." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it,
it was gone.

The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "no." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.

Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.

The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up. He smiled. He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers…

Ugh, it sure took a while to catch up and read the last 100 posts...

One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in c|ass and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.

His desk was next to the window, and he turned and stared outside. It looked liked a picture. When it was home time at the school, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.

He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.

She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "no." He was devastated.

When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "no." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it,
it was gone.

The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "no." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.

Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.

The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up. He smiled. He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers…

Hungry_bunny

:O wow.. that's creepy!!

More stories please! I can't find any good new ones :P

:O wow.. that's creepy!!

More stories please! I can't find any good new ones :P

Purplex777

A woman and her stepfather live a pretty miserable existence at a last-chance gas station. One day while they're trying to dig a bit more out of a dried-up well, the bottom suddenly drops out of it.

They lower a flashlight to figure out how deep the well has become and when it gets to the bottom, something grabs hold of the line. Eventually they get the line back and it holds a chunk of gold and some handwritten notes, but in a language they can't make out. The stepfather orders the daughter to keep away, but she sends some ham, a note and a dictionary down in a bag. The next day she pulls the line back up and finds the bag filled with some jewelry and a note in response - 'thank you for the meat'. She then packs them a basket of goodies, again sending it down the well. They send her all sorts of sparkly jewels in return.

The stepfather returns with a tow truck and a container filled with flashlights. He sends them down on a tow cable, expecting gold and jewles in return. When he pulls it up, he discovers all the flashlights have been destroyed. Furious, the stepfather decides to go down into the hole. He gets a gun and puts on a gas mask and army suit. He lowers himself down on a wooden platform and tells his daughter to bring him up after ten minutes. Ten whole minutes pass, so she begins to hoist the cable back up. Soon the wooden platform is back to the surface, to her relief, standing on the platform is her stepfather, still clutching the gun. Obviously concerned she walks over to him. To her horror all that has come up is the suit, stuffed with gold, jewelry, coins and a single note attached which reads 'Thank you for the meat'.

A woman and her stepfather live a pretty miserable existence at a last-chance gas station. One day while they're trying to dig a bit more out of a dried-up well, the bottom suddenly drops out of it.

They lower a flashlight to figure out how deep the well has become and when it gets to the bottom, something grabs hold of the line. Eventually they get the line back and it holds a chunk of gold and some handwritten notes, but in a language they can't make out. The stepfather orders the daughter to keep away, but she sends some ham, a note and a dictionary down in a bag. The next day she pulls the line back up and finds the bag filled with some jewelry and a note in response - 'thank you for the meat'. She then packs them a basket of goodies, again sending it down the well. They send her all sorts of sparkly jewels in return.

The stepfather returns with a tow truck and a container filled with flashlights. He sends them down on a tow cable, expecting gold and jewles in return. When he pulls it up, he discovers all the flashlights have been destroyed. Furious, the stepfather decides to go down into the hole. He gets a gun and puts on a gas mask and army suit. He lowers himself down on a wooden platform and tells his daughter to bring him up after ten minutes. Ten whole minutes pass, so she begins to hoist the cable back up. Soon the wooden platform is back to the surface, to her relief, standing on the platform is her stepfather, still clutching the gun. Obviously concerned she walks over to him. To her horror all that has come up is the suit, stuffed with gold, jewelry, coins and a single note attached which reads 'Thank you for the meat'.

TristanShand

Dang...

A woman and her stepfather live a pretty miserable existence at a last-chance gas station. One day while they're trying to dig a bit more out of a dried-up well, the bottom suddenly drops out of it.

They lower a flashlight to figure out how deep the well has become and when it gets to the bottom, something grabs hold of the line. Eventually they get the line back and it holds a chunk of gold and some handwritten notes, but in a language they can't make out. The stepfather orders the daughter to keep away, but she sends some ham, a note and a dictionary down in a bag. The next day she pulls the line back up and finds the bag filled with some jewelry and a note in response - 'thank you for the meat'. She then packs them a basket of goodies, again sending it down the well. They send her all sorts of sparkly jewels in return.

The stepfather returns with a tow truck and a container filled with flashlights. He sends them down on a tow cable, expecting gold and jewles in return. When he pulls it up, he discovers all the flashlights have been destroyed. Furious, the stepfather decides to go down into the hole. He gets a gun and puts on a gas mask and army suit. He lowers himself down on a wooden platform and tells his daughter to bring him up after ten minutes. Ten whole minutes pass, so she begins to hoist the cable back up. Soon the wooden platform is back to the surface, to her relief, standing on the platform is her stepfather, still clutching the gun. Obviously concerned she walks over to him. To her horror all that has come up is the suit, stuffed with gold, jewelry, coins and a single note attached which reads 'Thank you for the meat'.

TristanShand

Owned. :shock:

Also, Red XIII, I hate you for that pic with the kids and black eyes. :x

A woman and her stepfather live a pretty miserable existence at a last-chance gas station. One day while they're trying to dig a bit more out of a dried-up well, the bottom suddenly drops out of it.

They lower a flashlight to figure out how deep the well has become and when it gets to the bottom, something grabs hold of the line. Eventually they get the line back and it holds a chunk of gold and some handwritten notes, but in a language they can't make out. The stepfather orders the daughter to keep away, but she sends some ham, a note and a dictionary down in a bag. The next day she pulls the line back up and finds the bag filled with some jewelry and a note in response - 'thank you for the meat'. She then packs them a basket of goodies, again sending it down the well. They send her all sorts of sparkly jewels in return.

The stepfather returns with a tow truck and a container filled with flashlights. He sends them down on a tow cable, expecting gold and jewles in return. When he pulls it up, he discovers all the flashlights have been destroyed. Furious, the stepfather decides to go down into the hole. He gets a gun and puts on a gas mask and army suit. He lowers himself down on a wooden platform and tells his daughter to bring him up after ten minutes. Ten whole minutes pass, so she begins to hoist the cable back up. Soon the wooden platform is back to the surface, to her relief, standing on the platform is her stepfather, still clutching the gun. Obviously concerned she walks over to him. To her horror all that has come up is the suit, stuffed with gold, jewelry, coins and a single note attached which reads 'Thank you for the meat'.

TristanShand

Thats a good one.

The Hotel one is a perfect creepy story and tough to knock. It's the formula of being so close to something so horrible, and not realising what you had done until afterwards.

There once was a guy from Zambabwe with a roadkill squirrell on his head. It wasn't a normal squirrel but one that just ate a Twinkie and got run over in Ohion. The guy was five feet tall and was walking to a 7-11 before he stumbled into a poor guy sticking out his hat, hoping to get some money. so the guy goes "Hey, you're a poor ass!" (ironic knowing they're both in Africa, so they're both automatically gonna be poor lol), so then the guy with the squirrell on his head goes "No, you're a poor ass". Then the guy who just got owned takes a burger filled with iced tea and chucks it at the other guy and says "Hey I like Christman Trees! Don't throw that"...Then the other guy goes "What does that have to do with the burger filled with iced tea. Then he says " I don't know. I'm on drugs".

The end.

Also, Red XIII, I hate you for that pic with the kids and black eyes. :x

super_mario_128

It's because I care just that little bit more about my fellow OTers' insomnia :)

Black-Eyed Devil

"I live in Indianapolis, Indiana, in the United States, and this is where this event took place in February of 2007. The biggest club district in Indy is Broad Ripple, about 60 blocks north of downtown. Myself, my girlfriend, and a couple of friends were out bar hopping on a Friday night, just having a good time. I ran out of cash and had to run to the ATM at the bank down the block. (There were plenty of ATMs around, but I was willing to walk a couple dozen yards to avoid the fees.) I made it to the ATM and withdrew some cash, and this was when things got weird.

I turned around and saw that across the street was a man leaning against the telephone pole on the corner. He was dressed well, in a black suit with an open-collar maroon shirt. He was tall, maybe 6'4", and was white with short, jet-black hair. I'm couldn't be sure at that distance, but I firmly believe that his eyes were completely jet-black. (I've read the other stories about black-eyed people (BEP) and I believe them now.) The scariest part was that he was staring across this crowded intersection at me with this incredibly smug look on his face. Now, I was in the Army and I spent sixteen months in Iraq. I'm only about 5'7", but I'm solidly built, and I can handle myself. I've been frightened before, but the only word for what this man inspired in me is abject terror. His appearance was absolutely impeccable and he was just standing there, like he knew something I didn't, and as if it were something I wasn't going to like.

I didn't want to hang around any longer than I had to, so I took off at a quick pace back toward the club where my friends were. After several yards, I allowed myself a glance backward and saw that he was following me across the street. I reminded myself that nothing could happen with people all around, but I didn't really believe it. I reached the club, but there was a line in front of the bouncer who was checking IDs. I stood there shaking with fear as I saw the man pause on the other side of the street, look both ways, then calmly begin crossing toward me. Every move he made was precise and deliberate. I knew that when he got to me something horrible was going to happen, and it was only with great effort that I managed to maintain my composure.

Just then, another man walked up to me from the other direction. He was in his late 20s or early 30s (several years older than me), wearing jeans, sneakers, a baseball cap, and a hooded sweatshirt from a local university (UIndy, my alma mater). He touched me on the shoulder and I immediately felt calmer. Then, he said, "Don't worry. You're all right. We have everything under control." I glanced back at the man in the suit and he had paused in the middle of the street. It's amazing that he wasn't run over. The sweatshirt man turned away from me to face the man in the suit. It was clear to me that this was a showdown. After a moment, the man in the suit sneered at us, in frustration, it seemed. Then turned around, and walked away. The sweatshirt man turned back to me with a reassuring smile, patted my shoulder and walked on.

I wish now that I had followed him and asked some questions, but the bouncer beckoned me inside and I really wanted to get back to my friends. When I found them in the club, my girlfriend immediately knew something was wrong, but before she could say anything, another friend, Scott, said, "Did your friend find you?" I replied, "Who?" Scott explained that they had run into a guy who was asking about me. That he had said we had gone to school together, and that he really needed to find me. When I pressed for details, they described the sweatshirt man (of course.) I don't know who either man was, but I truly believe that I was targeted by something evil, and that my guardian angel (or something) protected me."

By the way, these are all supposedly true accounts.

Need more :P

Need more Red-XIII :)

In my quest for a story to beat that Hotel one, I've been browsing all kinds of web sights and books for a story to copy and paste, or inspiration to make another one myself. I've noticed loads, I mean countless stories of women writing in to say they get sexually assaulted by a ghost. I have came to the conclusion that women must like the idea of having a ghost knocking them up at night, or they just like making these stories because being exploited in such a way makes them feel special. Sorry for this post but I'm just tired of coming across these ''it held both my legs down!'' tales.

It sounds like a load of fun to me, home service, undemanding and comes with no baggage. As long as it doesn't suddenly become visible and have too freaky a face. Then again, I have some pretty deep fetishes.

Red-XII, your BEP stories are awesome... I heard about them a long time ago, but this is the first time I've taken the time to read some of the tales.

And Tristan, LMAO. The first thought that struck MY mind when I came across those stories is that there are a lot of GUYS with slightly perverted imaginations who like to write short stories... I'm not a girl but that scenario sounds like it would be deeply unsettling, to put it lightly.

OT is a part of Gamespot where everything and anything can pop up.

The Growths

I'd had them ever since I was a kid.

I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets under books and bags. The kids at school never said anything to my face, but I knew they were laughing behind my back.

I remember asking my parents to take me to the doctor, to get them checked out. The growths on my hands seemed to be the elephant in the room back then, since they'd just say I was fine and change the subject. But I knew better.

I had tried to remove them as a child, but without avail. Scissors, knives, potatoe peelers; trying to cut or scrape them off was always a lost cause because I couldn't continue once the pain kicked in.

But today was different. It's amazing how numb you can get with a couple of tourniquettes and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I was originally planning to use a sharp knife, but figured that trying to slice through the tough flesh of the growths would be too arduous in my drunken state. I opted for the slightly more technological plan B.

I had to hurry though. I was already pretty light-headed and was starting to feel dizzy. My hands and forearms, nearly blue from the lack of circulation, couldn't wait much longer either. The whirring of the blender helped to put me in a sort of trance–ready to do what I had wanted to do since I first looked down at my strange deformities.

I shoved my left hand in first. The immediate sensation of sharp blades slicing through flesh was jarring, but I was surprised at how well the alcohol was working–I expected it to hurt more. I could hear the sharp metal churning and cutting, working perfectly as planned. I pressed my hand down harder. All those bad memories, all of the embarrasment–all of those horrible things were now nothing more than a thick red pulp.

Breaking from the feelings of ectsasy, I pulled out before the blades hit knuckle. I smiled, taking a good look at my new hand. As for the growths–well, five down, and five to go.

OT is a part of Gamespot where everything and anything can pop up.

The Growths

I'd had them ever since I was a kid.

I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets under books and bags. The kids at school never said anything to my face, but I knew they were laughing behind my back.

I remember asking my parents to take me to the doctor, to get them checked out. The growths on my hands seemed to be the elephant in the room back then, since they'd just say I was fine and change the subject. But I knew better.

I had tried to remove them as a child, but without avail. Scissors, knives, potatoe peelers; trying to cut or scrape them off was always a lost cause because I couldn't continue once the pain kicked in.

But today was different. It's amazing how numb you can get with a couple of tourniquettes and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I was originally planning to use a sharp knife, but figured that trying to slice through the tough flesh of the growths would be too arduous in my drunken state. I opted for the slightly more technological plan B.

I had to hurry though. I was already pretty light-headed and was starting to feel dizzy. My hands and forearms, nearly blue from the lack of circulation, couldn't wait much longer either. The whirring of the blender helped to put me in a sort of trance–ready to do what I had wanted to do since I first looked down at my strange deformities.

I shoved my left hand in first. The immediate sensation of sharp blades slicing through flesh was jarring, but I was surprised at how well the alcohol was working–I expected it to hurt more. I could hear the sharp metal churning and cutting, working perfectly as planned. I pressed my hand down harder. All those bad memories, all of the embarrasment–all of those horrible things were now nothing more than a thick red pulp.

Breaking from the feelings of ectsasy, I pulled out before the blades hit knuckle. I smiled, taking a good look at my new hand. As for the growths–well, five down, and five to go.

Hungry_bunny

Ewww...

wow.. those are some awesome stories people.. at first I lost hope.. i thought that there ain't more stories left. But thanks to Hungry_bunny, Tristanshand and Red-XIII for waking me up..? lol

@Hungry bunny: Is that "Jkqxxllyuo" thing true? *shivers*

Ima gonna start looking up too..

Many people believe that Bloody Mary may be Mary Worth. Mary Worth had many identities. She could be a woman who died in a car crash and had her face disfigured, or maybe a medieval queen who killed virgins for their blood and bathed in it to preserve her beauty. She could also be a woman that murdered her baby as an result of an abortion.

The people who call Bloody Mary are usually teenage girls. Bloody Mary is mostly summoned at sleepovers as a form of entertainment. However, you might wonder why kids might want to call this chilling woman. It may be a safe way to flirt with danger. People who think they have seen Bloody Mary have said that she appeared in the mirror with a 1700s-1800s ****dress holding her dead baby. Her face seemed decayed and rotten and her eyes were either white or rolled back. Bloody Mary also went by the names Bloody Bones, Hell Mary, Mary Worth, Mary Worthington, Mary Whales, Mary Johnson, Mary Lou, Mary Jane, Agnes, Black Agnes, Aggie and Svarte Madame. It has been rumored that you can also call her by shouting "Bloody Mary I killed your baby," or by saying, "I believe in Mary Worth".

This is an old legend and Janet Langlois is a folklorist who published an essay on the legend in 1978 and made it popular across America. It could be that bloody Mary can do whatever she wants, so watch yourself. If you still don't believe the story you might wonder, Am I willing to see what is in that mirror, because you might try it yourself.

http://www.worth1000.com/entries/123000/123199iNpM_w.jpg

I found this somewhere.. dunno if its actually true.. here goes:

"For those of you who dont beleve in bloody mary, read this and it might change your mind!! it is one of my experiences with bloody mary and it is 100% true! i swear!

it was a weekend in fall and two of my friends and I were spending the night at my friend's house. I'm referring to them as "Sam" and "Natalie".

We were sitting in "Natalie's" dark house at night bored out of our minds. She has a creepy scary dark house, and we were already sorta freaked out as it was. We started to talk about urban legends like candy man, baby blue, bloody mary..etc. then we started a game of truth or dare. Me and "Natalie" dared "Sam" to do bloody mary in the bathroom. We explained to her the rules. She has to go in the bathroom and say the name bloody mary in the mirror until something would appear.

So, being "Sam's" brave self, she did. me and "Natalie" waited for her for about 5 minutes, then we went to go check on her. As soon as we got by the bathroom door, she walked out claiming nothing had happened and she didn't see anything.

Then out of nowhere, a huge cut started appearing down her forehead. Me and "Natalie" screamed and told her to go look at it in the mirror. she didn't see anything, but every other person we asked did. We know what we saw was real because like I said, everyone else saw it too....except for "Sam". It has been 3 years, and til this day she still doesn't beleve us. She still even has the scar. "

@Hungry bunny: Is that "Jkqxxllyuo" thing true? *shivers*

Purplex777

But I like true stories, I've decided to share with you the story about "THE HUM". I have a slight feeling that someone have already mentioned this phenomenon in this thread, you have to forgive me if that's true.

The Hum

The Hum is what people have called a phenomena that occurs in some places in the world. It is a low-frequency humming noise that sounds not unlike a distant running engine. However, the source can never be found. Even with microphones and all sorts of audio technology

The source of the Hum has yet to be found.

The most popular location to hear the Hum is in Taos, New Mexico. Only some can hear it as well as feel it. They can hear it throughout the day and into the night. The Hum does not stop. It has never stopped.

Taken from Wiki:
"Many people hear the Hum only, or much more, inside buildings as compared with outdoors. Many Hum sufferers can also perceive vibrations that can be felt through the body. Earplugs are reported as not decreasing the Hum. The Hum is often perceived more intensely during the night.
…Common consequences include a lack of sleep, as the Hum can keep some sufferers awake or wake them in the middle of the night.

…During the last decade, the Hum phenomenon has been reported in many other cities and regions in North America and Europe and in some other regions of the world."

What will happen when the Hum reaches you? Will you hear it at night when you don't expect it? Maybe it is already there.

I actually went to Wikipedia to see if this is true, and it was. There's even a link leading to a sound recording of the humming, I listened to it. I'm actually more worried of what it means when it stops...

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[QUOTE="Purplex777"]

I actually went to Wikipedia to see if this is true, and it was. There's even a link leading to a sound recording of the humming, I listened to it. I'm actually more worried of what it means when it stops...

Hungry_bunny

:O

That-is-creepy.

I will search for it now but listen to it tomorrow morning.. its 1:57 AM here.. omg..

EDIT: or could you just gimme a link to the sound recording right now in here in this thread? lol

That thing about 'The Hum'. That's horrible because it freaked me out and it's actually true. I've not experianced it before but I wish I didn't listen to that sound sample of it. Makes my imagination go wild thinking what it could be.

I have sometimes experienced a ringing in my ears from time to time. I think most people get it, it only happens outside. Of course that's just the alien probe in our skulls. We got no idea what The Hum is.

Edit: I remember they based an episode of X-files on this, where the people who hear the frequency after a while were forced to travel East, or their head will explode.

I found another story somewhere.. I guess it might be true *cough cough*

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Scary Incident In Ladies Toilet...


Back in the 80s, my mum rented a shop space in Orchard Plaza, 4th floor in one of the corners. I have always loved visiting the shop after school for many reasons. I'd stay late till the shop closes and go home with mum. One thing I've noticed but never really bothered about it was that her staff (BTW they're all females) always never go to the ladies toilet on the 4th floor. I thought, maybe that toilet was ridiculously dirty and thought no further.

Eventually the shop had to close down and my mum finally revealed the story to me about the 4th floor ladies toilet (She didn't want to scare me unnecessarily). Most of her staff had sighted "something unnatural" but nobody wanted to talk about it. They would normally tell those who have not experienced it personally "Do not use, toilet not clean" but no details were shared. Those who didn't believe it, would go but came back with the same advice to share with new staff or those who don't know. My mother has not experienced anything so far because she has decided to play it safe and use other floor toilets.

This arrangement worked fine until one night. My mum was all alone in the shop, almost closing time. She had been tolerating a tummy ache for a long time already and she could not hold it back any longer. As she didn't want to risk losing any customers, she decided to try the nearer 4th floor toilet, finish off and run back to the shop.

With an open mind (She's still a skeptic of supernatural stuff despite her earlier experience with the black cat mentioned in an earlier episode), she ran to the toilet. When she was near the door, she had a very unnatural feeling (Raised goosebumps, hair standing etc..) but still determined to stick to the gameplan of go in, bomb and run out. As she went in, there was a lady standing right at the last wash basin in the toilet. She had long hair and was looking at the mirror, applying lipstick but in a weird, repeated circular manner. This lady was a total stranger (My mum is very sociable and practically knows everybody working on the same level) but my mum didn't have any more time (Or tolerance) to even bother further.

She ran into the cubicle, finished her business in quick time and got out of the cubicle. The lady in white is still there! Applying her lipstick in that same weird manner. As my mum rushed to the taps to wash her hands (There was only 3 wash basins in that row and the lady was not too far away), in the corner of her eye, she thought she saw the lady turn her head towards her! Quickly she muttered in mandarin "I did not cause you any harm, or participated in any of your personal grievances. Please do not harm or scare me." My mum then slowly turned her head towards where the lady once stood……

The lady was gone. There was no way that lady could have walked past my mum and exit the door without my mum knowing. My mum, although was already frightened (Being a very curious person), went to check out the other cubicles (They were all empty) before leaving the toilet. When my mum emerged from the toilet, the food stall owner told my mum "This toilet very "dirty" and cannot use! Next time use the toilet downstairs. When I saw you rushing inside, I was so worried for you and actually wanted to get a few people to go inside the toilet together if you didn't come out soon." My mum said she saw "someone" inside and asked if the food stall owner saw that "someone" coming out a while ago. The food stall owner replied "The only person I saw going in and coming out from the toilet was you."

After this incident, my mum started believing in supernatural stuff, and no, she never went back into that toilet ever again."

One time I walked into my parents room to get some hangers for my mom.When I was getting them out of the corner of my eye I saw a little girl standing on the other side of the bed,I left and now im scared of my parents room.

My mother is a cat breeder who specialized in two pedigree cats, the Bengal and the Ragdoll. What I am about to tell you involves the Ragdoll breed of cats.

The Ragdoll cats are everything you could ever wish for in a household cat. Cute, fluffy, gentle and love socializing with people. Special breeding has givern the cats the lovable trait of going completely limp and relax when picked up, hence the name 'Ragdoll'.

Their are many myths regarding this type of cat. Some believe they are highly pain resistant, some claim their fur never sheds, but the most interesting belief, somehow, they can sense a persons fear.

If your sitting up in your bed reading a book while your beloved Ragdoll lies by your side, you'll realize just how lovely a cat they are. Make it a horror noval, reading it at night, all alone except of course little Miss Muffins snuggled by your side. If it's a good story, you may even feel a little creeped by it, that is when Miss Muffins slowly gets up, rests herself on your chest and gazes into your eyes.

When a Ragdoll does this, they stare relentlessly. It can be quite unsettling, often turning the slightest feeling of fear into anxiety. My mother tells me that if you see this happening from the corner of your eye, you must not stare back, especially if you think it might unnerve you further. Instead, blink slowly and turn away.

Once upon a time, there was a barnacle so ugly, everyone died. The end.Denjin_hadouken