Horror Discussion Thread - Page 11

Hello. This thing happened to me a few months ago, I just need to share it with somebody.
It all started at my friend’s party. He’s an artist who rented out a loft in the industrial part of town. If you can picture what a place like detroit looked like in the 1920’s- that’s what this area looks like. A bunch of old turn-of-the-century factories crammed into ten blocks. Most of them are abandoned. So I partied a little too hard that night and decided to crash on a couch at the loft. I woke up at around 4 am, the sun wasn’t out yet but you could still make things out in the dim blue light, I went to the bathroom, carefully tiptoeing around the people that where passed out on the floor. As I was taking a piss I tiptoed to look out the bathroom window and I saw the panorama of deserted urban decay. I remembered how much I liked places like this, it was so dark and devoid of life, and strangely serene. So I went back to the couch and tried to fall asleep. After 45 minutes of staring at the ceiling I decided I didn’t want to be there any longer so I swallowed my pride and decided to wake my girlfriend up to beg her for a ride, since walking around the vacant streets at this time was not an option. Being an awesome girlfriend, she was totally cool with it, and told me she would be there in about a half-hour and that she would give me a call when she was outside. My phone dies ten minutes later so I decide I would sit by the window and watch for her car. I sat there for a while and my eyes started getting heavy and I began to doze off. A crashing noise outside woke me up. It wasn’t loud, but just enough to snap me into reality. I looked out the window and scanned the area but i didn’t see anybody. Across the street from the loft near a mountain of garbage bags and one of those enormous dumpsters I see a computer and a monitor smashed against the floor that hadn’t been there before.

When my girlfriend arrives I go downstairs and greet her and just as I’m about to get in the car I remembered a friend of mine had blown out his power supply so i decide to walk over to the dumpster and see what I could salvage. The monitor was worthless but the tower seemed to have suffered almost no damage so I put it in the trunk and we drove off.
About a week had passed and I had completely forgotten about the tower until one day my girlfriend calls to let me know that it was still in the trunk and that she wanted it out. That night I brought it home and before I took it apart I decided to hook it up to my monitor to see if it still ran, and to my surprise it did. It was an xp OS and it looked like it had been wiped clean. I guess out of morbid curiosity really, I decide to do searches for words like “porn” “tits” and “pussy” in hopes of finding some secret stash full of weird deviant porn the previous owner had forgotten about. Search came up nothing. Searched for picture Files – nothing. Then I searched for movies and one file came up. It was an .avi inside a folder titled “barbie” hidden in the WINDOWS/system32 directory. So I played it…
Now this is where it gets extremely disturbing.

The movie was about an hour long of what seemed like raw exported footage. The footage was of this woman sitting on a chair and talking against a white backdrop. I skipped through most of movie and it was all the same continuous shot. Then I decided to sit though the footage to find out what she was talking about…about fifteen seconds into the footage the audio goes completely bad and her voice is drowned in harsh static/background noise. I couldn’t make out a thing. So I import the footage into final cut and try to mess with the levels to isolate her voice, it helped a little but I still couldn’t hear what she was saying. I’m intrigued now..and I begin to really pay attention to her face and body language. It seems that shes being asked some questions because she stops at times to listen, and then continues talking. About 15 minutes into the footage, her face begins to redden and contort as if the questions are bothering her… But she continues to answer them anyways. Shortly after she begins to cry. She sobs hysterically for the duration of the film. One of the few words I could lip read was “skin”. She repeats this word many times throughout the footage and at one point she even pulls at the skin from her arm and mouths the word. She seems to be unhappy with her skin.

t kept on building and building and about 40 minutes in she was crying so hard she could barely look at the camera. She stops talking at this point and the rest of the footage is just her crying with her head down. Oddly enough she doesn’t get up or move…then it just goes black. i was fucking stunned. I played the whole thing through many times that night, trying to find inflections and nuances in her movement that would reveal anything else about what was going on. I felt so dissatisfied, I wanted to know more.
That’s when I noticed that there was about 10 more minutes left on the timeline after the screen went black, and about 2 minutes in there was more footage. The footage was extremely shaky, almost unwatchable, and depicted a pair of legs walking along train tracks. my guess is that camera was accidentally left on as it was being carried somewhere. The person in this footage walks along the train tracks for about 6 minutes and then turns into the forest and walks over what looked like foliage flattened by a piece of plywood. The person continues on this makeshift plywood road until the movie clip ends.

Now my heart started beating with excitement because there where train tacks a few miles away that looked very similar to the one in the video. I HAD to check this out. I called up my friend Ezra, hes 6’4 250 pounds of mostly muscle and convinced him to go on a little adventure with me. I’m no pushover myself, but I felt if was to go wandering in the woods looking for god knows what, extra muscle couldn’t hurt. This whole idea of investigating this video had me so exited I couldn’t sleep.
The next morning on a sunny Saturday, I took my flashlight, my camera, and my 7 inch ka-bar with a matte black finish and serrated edge and went to pick up Ezra. When I got to his house he wasn’t even awake. When I woke him he pretty much told me to fuck off. I was already packed and I had mentally prepared myself to do this so I decided to go through with it without him. I parked my car at the train station, took my stuff, and hopped onto the tracks. After walking for about two hours , I saw a broken piece of plywood and my knees almost buckled with excitement. I searched the nearby foliage, and there it was, a little plywood trail leading into the forest. I walked slowly along the trail, paying close attention to everything. I would stop occasionally, kneel down, and listen for anything or anyone…but it was so quiet. This was one of the most nerve racking things ive ever done. I didnt know what to expect at the end of this trail.

The dense tree line gave way into a little island of grassy field, and then I saw it- It was a house that looked like it was being consumed by the forest. From the looks of it no one had lived there for 20 maybe 30 years. I got my camera and snapped a few pics. A few yards away from the house was a tool shed made of rusty sheet metal. I just sat there among the trees for a while, absorbing everything. I didn’t want to go into the open field, I had this bad feeling that something would see me. It took me a while to muster the courage to up to the house. the door was partly opened, I pushed it in with the flashlight and was relieved that the inside was actually very well lit. I put my flashlight away, got my camera and took a few more pics. There was no furniture, the floor was riddled with bricks and wood and rubble, and some of the walls had huge holes in them. When I went in further to explore, I saw some things that I didn’t pay much mind to in that moment, but now that I think about them in hindsight, greatly disturb me.

The first thing that seemed a little odd, was that one of the doors in the first room, that I presumed led to the basement, seemed a little too new to be in this house, and that it was also the only door in the house that was locked. Also, when I made my way up to the second floor, I saw some chairs and a fold-up table that also seemed a little too new to be there. But what disturbed me the most for some reason, was the bathroom. The dust on the mirror had been wiped away, and in the bathtub, I saw a clear plastic tarp that still had water droplets on it from, when I presume, it was washed cleaned. That’s when I heard something moan really loud and that’s when I jump the fuck out of the second story window and ran back to the tracks. Halfway there I realized the moaning was most likely a water pipe expanding or contracting, and that little moment of relief gave into the horror that I felt when I wondered why the water would be running on an abandoned house in the middle of the fucking woods. Its been a little more than 2 months since this happened and I haven’t gone back there, nor plan to.

I once formated mi pc, didnt have any starcraft cd, nor internet conection available........i sateyd over a week without seing starcraft.........

Fear Me!

A boy and a girl were in love. After every date, the boy would take the girl home on his motorcycle. When saying good-bye, the boy would say "Dear, I'm going. See you tomorrow. Good bye." This routine went on for a year. By this time, the two were already planning on getting married. This night, the boy, just like the past year, takes the girl home. When parting, he said "Dear, I'm going. Good bye." The girl happily kisses the boy good-bye. The boy smiles, hops on his motorcycle, and leaves, vanishing in the night. As the girl turns to enter her home, she suddenly felt that something was off.

Next morning she saw news of a motorcycle accident on the news. There were no survivors.

Grandma had a jade rosary that she would spin every single day. The brilliance of the jade grasped her.

A set of jade beads of this maturity and color and brilliance...how much is it worth...?

Grandma is already nearly 80, why would she need something this valuable?

Grandma's blind, she couldn't tell the difference between jade and glass, right?

She used a set of glass beads and switched out the jade ones.

The moment grandma touched the glass beads, grandma died. Talking with her father, she heard her father tell her a story about the beads. When she was born, it was premature, and she was on the verge of dying. Her grandma used her life's savings and bought a set of jade prayer beads, and prayed for her non stop for a week straight. And so she, miraculously, survived. From there on, grandma would use the rosary every single day, and it is said that every ten thousand rotations would grant her another day on earth.

She heard the story and wept. That night, she put the jade beads back into her grandma's coffin, into her hands.

Stunned, she saw her grandma's dry, bony hand begin to move. The hand grasped the beads, and begin spinning it again, faster and faster and faster until it was a blur.

Except now, it's spinning in the opposite direction.

She woke from the nightmare with a scream, sweating and gasping. He sat up and hugged her, asking her what's wrong. She explained that she dreamt her co-worker Jane pushed her off from the skyscraper where they worked. He softly whispered to her that it's all right, that if bad dreams were said out loud, they wouldn't come true. Repeated sweet whispering and soft words eventually put her to sleep again.

The next morning, she wondered if she should tell Jane about that dream. But Jane didn't come to the office. And she never saw Jane again.

A few days later, she had another nightmare. She was raped by her manager. Again, he softly hugged her and whispered "it's ok. As long as you tell me your dreams, it'll be ok."

The next morning, her manager disappeared too.

She had more bad dreams, and there were often people hurting her in these dreams. Her shrill scream always woke him in the middle of the night, but he never complained. Always, with a firm smile and soft words, encouraged her to tell him the dream, and then calmed her until she went back to sleep. And these people who hurt her in these dreams would always disappear.

Her dreams started decreasing.

But tonight, her scream was extra loud, her face extra white. He would hug her and talk to her, and ask her what happened. But she would stare blankly and say nothing.

Finally, he understood.

He stood up and tucked her in. Kissed her softly, and then walked outside, and then to their cellar. A lot of people are lying in the cellar. There's Jane. There's the manager. Lightly, he drew a knife across his neck. He lied down. The floor's a little cold, and a little crowded.