Creepy stories

so how'd my photographic therapy work?

are you cured?

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Originally Posted by gr4ph1kP4ND4

so how'd my photographic therapy work?

are you cured?

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If by cured you mean scared shitless for the night, yeah. :[


You're meeeeean.

http://www.debutaunt.com/archives/i-do-i-love-you.jpg

Not until you admit you love me first. :3

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3233/...42c6b9a0ee.jpg

hehe i love you


is there any way to address this post to michael?

Ironically enough my name's Michael.


I'm just kidding, who the hell is he? Just link him to the thread.

lawl
michael is my lover

more like you're his stalker, haha

more like he's mine... he facebook stalks me to the point where he no longer needs to ask who ppl are when i accidentally mention names of ppl at school...

But I thought I was your lover? D:

The Medic

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.

so was it the girlish laughter or the doctor who did that?

and i so called that before the end of the story (the human bandages)

I've got a story and it actually did happen. Anyway what happenened was there was this kid (dunno his age... Prob late teens early 20s) that was working in a timber factory and the boss owned a beam saw much like one of these...
http://www.dbcmillwork.com/millwork_...lcoBeamSaw.jpg

These saws have a head that slides across. The circular blade moves across the table. So when you place a sheet of chipboard into the opening, the top clamps down and the head moves across to cut the material. The saw also has a heap of safety lasers that sense when someone is too close or if something was in the way.

How does this turn wrong... Well the kid was putting his arms in the opening to do some maintence work when he did something and bumped the on switch. I don't know if something fell on it, or his leg hit something, but I do know the boss disabled some safety laser for some various reason. So the guards that usually press on the board, actually pressed on his arm. Several PSI of pressure were placed on his arms, and then the saw started and moved towards his arms at a rate of about a foot a second. Within 10 seconds both his arms were chopped off just under the elbow, and no one in the factory was able to get to the emergency stop in time.

Bad thing industrial accidents are true. I saw a guy at my old work cut off his fingers on the gnarliest blade we had. What ever could have been saved was munched into shreds, and believe me... It's not something you wanna see.

@Panda, the doctor I think.

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Originally Posted by Nutter

I've got a story and it actually did happen. Anyway what happenened was there was this kid (dunno his age... Prob late teens early 20s) that was working in a timber factory and the boss owned a beam saw much like one of these...

These saws have a head that slides across. The circular blade moves across the table. So when you place a sheet of chipboard into the opening, the top clamps down and the head moves across to cut the material. The saw also has a heap of safety lasers that sense when someone is too close or if something was in the way.

How does this turn wrong... Well the kid was putting his arms in the opening to do some maintence work when he did something and bumped the on switch. I don't know if something fell on it, or his leg hit something, but I do know the boss disabled some safety laser for some various reason. So the guards that usually press on the board, actually pressed on his arm. Several PSI of pressure were placed on his arms, and then the saw started and moved towards his arms at a rate of about a foot a second. Within 10 seconds both his arms were chopped off just under the elbow, and no one in the factory was able to get to the emergency stop in time.

Bad thing industrial accidents are true. I saw a guy at my old work cut off his fingers on the gnarliest blade we had. What ever could have been saved was munched into shreds, and believe me... It's not something you wanna see.

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Reminds me of that scene in the Machinist. Did he make it though? Something as awful as that had to take his life away, I mean fuck.


Baby Doll



In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying.



On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.

:pHow the hell do you mistake a Fake baby for a real one?
Dumbass Parent

http://img101.imageshack.us/img101/4...8616962478.jpg

thats not scary.......

Did A physcopath<--(Spelling FAIL) write that?
I think soo:D

I love to WAKE UP in the morning, what about you guys, don't you guys just love WAKING UP?

Kotora's a physco now
Damn

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Kotora's a physco now Damn

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Kotora's a physco now

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Kotora's a physco

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physco

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physco

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http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/2...7589340013.jpg

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Originally Posted by Kotora

http://img202.imageshack.us/img202/2...7589340013.jpg

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Please don't Kill me Kotora:(
Your Scaring me

Anybody remember that show called Candle Cove? it was really interesting hehe. I was talking about it on another forum, read the whole thing then watch the video

http://img26.imageshack.us/img26/794/chatgh.png


Here's an episode, last one that aired i think.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2h5ym6ZlVY


Seriously the boat towards the end of the video still gives me nightmares, does anybody else find the boat creepy?

that last one... i was expecting something much more... dramatic... idk like it turned out that it wasnt a tv show that it actually happened or something...... who knows

btw i didnt see a boat >.>
<.<

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Originally Posted by gr4ph1kP4ND4

btw i didnt see a boat >.>
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Uhmm? What are you talking about? The boat starts to appear around 0:45 or something, right after the skintaker goes off from the screen.

THEY DO NOT!

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Originally Posted by gr4ph1kP4ND4

THEY DO NOT!

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lol seriously, what are you trying to pull off here?

I'm not the only one who sees the boat, check the comments. :\


http://img200.imageshack.us/img200/8683/qwecli.png

http://img716.imageshack.us/img716/7929/80397259.png


Maybe you clicked the wrong vid? What are you seeing?

*sobs* fer real yall.... >.<
not. cool.
*sobs*

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Originally Posted by gr4ph1kP4ND4

*sobs* fer real yall.... >.<
not. cool.
*sobs*

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OK, here's a different episode maybe it's just loading a different vid on your computer?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjP6e...eature=related

An earlier episode, haha kids cartoons back then used to be so fucked up, I can't believe they even thought about airing this, Pirate Percy was annoying as hell, specially in this episode. :|

Down the street, from where I live, there's a cemetery. I've been in this house for as long as I can remember. I live with my mother, and my father. I am 6 or 7 years old, and my favorite color is blue. Every Sunday I go to church with my mommy and daddy, and I go to school during the day. At school, we color pictures and play games a lot. But all of this is beside the point. I'm here to tell you a story. I do hope you like it.

Before something happened to me, I used to know whenever there was a funeral. A long hearse would roll down the street, with cars following slowly behind it. People would step out and cry into their handkerchiefs, of hold their hands in front of their faces, to cover up their puffy eyes. Children would stand abnormally still, the elderly wore faces with even older, more worn out looks than usual. Adults would shake their heads and teens would have this look that said, "thank God it wasn't me." Everyone was relieved when they got to go. No one liked to be around that cemetery, especially me.

That old cemetery was filled with graves, some of them crumbling to pieces and others were shiny and new, as if they were carved just yesterday. Most graves were in family sections, marked off by a fence or a ring of stone in the ground. All the graves said things like, "Rest In Peace," or, "Here Lies A Loving Father and Brother." Fake and real flowers litter the graves, some of them faded and long forgotten, others fresh and some were even planted in the ground, growing out of the soft soil. Surrounding the cemetery is a whitewashed wooden picket fence, which looks oddly innocent for such a morbid place. All the graves inside the fence were well kept. Every day the cleaner man, his name is Martin, comes by and sweeps up the rows of the dead. Sometimes you can find him shining up an old, forgotten grave. Mr. Martin paid attention to all the graves, except one. You see, there was one little grave just outside the fence. The fence had been built after this one little grave had been planted. This grave was small, and very, very dirty. It used to say,

Here Lies Sweet Lucille Elizabeth Anderson
May Her Child's Soul Rest In Peace
1864-1870

But all of those sweet words were worn away, and the sweet memories of the child that laid beneath that grave went with them. All that was left was, "Here Lies Sw-" and then a picture of a lovely bow.

Lucille Elizabeth Anderson was a nice child, although she was a little energetic. She went to church, but she could never sit still through the whole service. She did her studies, with some help from her siblings, and she helped out with the chores. She was a natural at cross stitching, it was the only thing she could ever sit still for. Every Sunday, she went to church with her 7 siblings, and her mother and father, wearing a baby blue dress that never came home clean, and she insisted on wearing an old, tattered and faded blue calico ribbon in her hair. Her father had offered to buy her some new bows, but she hadn't wanted any of them. Her older sisters laughed at her whenever she wore that faded little bow, but she loved blue, and it was very hard to find blue calico ribbon for a good price anymore. It was after church one fateful Sunday, when Lucille lost her life. She had been playing near a river, when she fell in. No one really bothered looking, her father had too much work to do keeping the farm working and the family running, and her mother hadn't the heart to go looking for the body of her dead child. The Townsfolk found the child, sodden and drowned, with the blue calico bow clutched in her cold stiff hand. The Anderson Family planned burying her in their farm, for they hadn't thought it practical to reserve land in the town cemetery, which just cost even more money. The townsfolk stepped in though, and they reserved a small plot of land for the child. The pastor bought her a new blue calico ribbon, and tied it around her wrist as she was laid to rest. The little blue calico ribbon, the one that was ripped and faded, was tied around her head, and final goodbyes were given from everyone except her family, who had refused to attend a funeral that they hadn't agreed to. After all these years though, her first blue calico ribbon has fallen to tatters and her new blue ribbon looks almost just like her old one did, and Lucille really misses her family.

Just a few months ago, there was a funeral at that cemetery. A little girl by the name of Lucy had been there with her parents. She wasn't much like the other children who came to the cemetery. Unlike the other kids, she never stayed still. Her mother pushed her off, so that she wouldn't bother the rest of the mourners. Lucy walked through the aisles of graves, and occasionally she fixed up one of the vases of flowers, some of which had been turned over. Poor Mr. Martin had so much work to do on his own, Lucy thought it would be kind to clean up one of the graves for him. She wondered through the rows of dead, looking for the dirtiest grave she could find. Finally she pulled back some dead branches and found a cute little grave, with a ribbon carved into the front. Lucy started pulling away the dead leaves and branches, and she used the edge of her skirt and some spit to wipe away some of the dirt and grime that had collected there. Lucy sat there for a while, not making a sound, until her mother called for her.




I run over to my momma, after hearing my name called. The sad times must be over. I truly do hate this place, it gives me the creeps. I run as fast as my legs will carry me, and that's pretty fast cause I'm the fastest at my school, if I remember correctly.
"Darling what have you been doing??? Your new dress... Oh darling it's probably ruined!!" Asks my momma.
"I was helping Mr. Martin out a bit. Come look I cleaned up Lu... Luc... I cleaned up a little grave over here! Come and see momma!" I jump up and down with excitement.
"Not now darling. Now's not a good time..." Momma sighs. "Say... where'd you get this blue ribbon around your wrist? Don't tell me its part of your dress!"
"Oh... This old thing? I really love this thing, and it's hard to find any more like this now... Can I keep it momma?"
"Sure darling..." momma sighed again, "I need a drink... let's go home... I cant believe you got your new dress so dirty. It's like every time we go out I have to buy you something new for the next time..." Momma mumbles.

I grab my momma's hand and pull her along. "Let's go home now momma. I want to do a new craft I learned. It's called Cross stitching!"
"Ok darling, when we get home..."

"Hey momma?"
"Yes?"
"I missed you so, so dearly."

kotora u are weird q.q :D saw no boat and wtf was that vid -_-

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kotora u are weird q.q :D saw no boat and wtf was that vid -_-

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Are you guys just trying to scare me or something..? Seriously, read the comments guys, I'm not playing, there's many other people that see it aswell. The vid was just a brief segment of the show with the skintaker, then towards the end it shows the boat thing with the eyes, if you pause it, it looks as if it's following you. O.O

-edit- what the hell are you guys seeing in this vid? are you sure you clicked the right one?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2h5ym6ZlVY

Boat appears exactly at 0:46

-editx2- OK, my sister says all she saw was static since the video started. :\

Tis long as hell, but totally worth the read.


http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/6...1931e40f15.jpg

not scary?

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Originally Posted by gr4ph1kP4ND4

not scary?

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lol really? I thought it was pretty creepy myself.

pretty doggy :p
whose a good puppy!

lol

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Originally Posted by Kotora

Tis long as hell, but totally worth the read.


http://img265.imageshack.us/img265/6...1931e40f15.jpg

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ehh...
To long...To lazy :D
Someone please sum it up for me please:p

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Originally Posted by Kotora

Are you guys just trying to scare me or something..? Seriously, read the comments guys, I'm not playing, there's many other people that see it aswell. The vid was just a brief segment of the show with the skintaker, then towards the end it shows the boat thing with the eyes, if you pause it, it looks as if it's following you. O.O

-edit- what the hell are you guys seeing in this vid? are you sure you clicked the right one?


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2h5ym6ZlVY

Boat appears exactly at 0:46

-editx2- OK, my sister says all she saw was static since the video started. :\

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i didnt just saw static but i saw this random crap but never saw no boat o.o or did i? :D no man really aint kidding saw no boat

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ehh...
To long...To lazy :D
Someone please sum it up for me please:p

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Tl;dr version:

Fuckin' read it.

How are you supposed to be creeped out by a summary?


@Chonfat, yeah I dunno what that's all about but I'm certain I see a small clip of the vid with the boat.

Also, not so much of a story, but I fucking dare anyone to try this out.

http://sayainunderworld.blogspot.com...-and-seek.html


PS. BTW, guys, this is the real image of smile dog. Click at your own risk.


http://img242.imageshack.us/img242/4867/smiledog.jpg