Thanks for all your suggestions dudes, the first post I actually loled at it. I'll frame the photo =)

You were out of town for the weekend. When you came back to your apartment, your mailbox was stuffed full. At least 30 letters. Letters with no return address, several of them felt soggy and heavy, as though they were recently wet, or perhaps contained a liquid. All of the letters have your name and address written on them, and many of them had your name scratched all over them in red in. They don't smell nice, they smell like rotting meat and old garbage and you're reluctant to take them back to your room, but curiosity gets the better of you. You manage to cart them all back to your room, you dump them in your kitchenette sink because you don't want them smelling up the rest of the apartment.

You grab one that doesn't seem damp and isn't covered with writing, and open it up. There's pictures inside. Pictures of people you don't know, with their eyes torn out, teeth missing, unhinged jaws hanging open, throats ripped out. You're horrified and yet you can't help but wonder what's in the rest of the letters. You open more, and more to discover increasingly gruesome photos of dead people. Piles of bodies with limps missing, splayed open corpses on operating tables with their vital organs removed, hanged bodies that have been gutted and bled dry. Some of the soggy letters had blood and other fluids in them.

The more letters you open, the more you notice that not all of the people are strangers. Some of them were people you see at work, others people you went to high school with. By the time you get to the last few letters, the pictures are of the mutilated bodies of your close friends and family members.

Eventually you reach the last letter. You don't want to know what's in it, but it's not like you have a choice now. You peel the letter open, and it's a picture of yourself. Not dead, eyes intact, no limbs missing. It's a picture of you entering your apartment building earlier that day, shortly before you collected your disgusting letters.

As you hear a door elsewhere in your apartment open, you black out.

super_mario_128

Me likes that one! ^_^

I'm going to quote some wise words from Treebeard.

"I'm on nobody's side, because nobody's on my side."

That's why I neither believe, nor disapprove of God. I don't know whether he existed or not, and neither does anyone else. Were you there during the creation of everything, no. Was anyone else? No. Nothing can be approved, Nothing can be disapproved.

EDIT: One last point I was thinking about a while ago which came back to me.

During the Medieval times, religion played a major part of people's lives during the times they lived in. Also, the times they lived in was absolutely rubbish! And so what did they turn to.. Faith of course. Attending churches, pleasing their God hoping that there would be "A Better Thing" after this life. Now that we've left those times and science has given us advances in our way of life we can live this one happily and the % of young people turning to a religion is depleteing. Except in one area.. Africa.

i got a great one

Britney Spears Will visit you And STAY FOREVER

Then This Happens http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16heorrfsgY

Darkblyth

I literally, can't sleep anymore... O_O

Let's start simple.

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Call Apple Customer Support, You Won't Be Able to Re-Format it due to it not being able to sync.

Also, kill your brother. :)

Once i had a dream about having my hair red... Fele7

That scared the hizzle outta me. o.o

Every child fears under their bed. If they don't, they fear the closet, or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door.

Scientists know that children are more perceptive, they see things adults don't. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. They see what is truly there.

They see the monsters.

If you were to borrow a child's eyes and see through them for a night, you would go insane. To be able to see what you only dimly remember, burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas, hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back...would drive an adult crazy. Because Adults forget the rules.

1)Cover yourself. If you can't see it, it can't see you. Even if it makes it harder to breathe.

2) Don't make a noise. Every whimper can lead to destruction.

3) Don't move. It attracts their attention.

4) Only light can make them go away. Bright light. Flashlights make it worse.

Teens are caught in the middle. They still feel what's there, but they cannot see... and they forget the rules....

Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers, subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep -them- away? .....

It's not. Now look behind you with a child's eyes and try not to scream.

Red-XIII

That's true, and yeah I tried my best to keep the thread alive. I know other people concentrated also :)

I'm a teen, and yes that's exactly how I feel. After seeing a ghost, it leaves you scarred with you huge paranoia.