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United States57 Posts
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bokeevboke
Singapore1674 Posts
On April 27 2011 16:02 Kinetik_Inferno wrote: most of them are photoshopped black-eyed fang-toothed demon faces that would scare the shit out of anyone <10 years old, but knowing they are not physically possible and edited beyond recognition, they don't scare the shit out of me, only make me shiver. Some of them are children with very creepy and psycopathic faces, and some show a silhouette with a darkened face. With that description, are you willing to open the spoilers? No, I am not willing to open the spoilers. My brother likes to watch horror movies staring at the screen within 1-2 meters. He likes scenes with flesh, ghosts, jaws and all that stuff. And he doesn't even blink. I find it wrong. Normal person should be scared imho. | ||
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Kinetik_Inferno
United States1431 Posts
The Doll + Show Spoiler + In a small town in New Jersey, there was a small business that had recently opened up a new line of Dolls that girls could play with and Model for "fashion shows." As was usual with most dolls like this, the line became very successful, and the loans to the business really paid off in the advertising campaigns. Soon, every little girl in New Jersey was clamoring for one. A five year-old girl in that town in New Jersey soon got her wish. For her birthday, her mother promised to buy the doll for her, as long as she could take care of it. Upon reaching the Toy Store, the girl immediately picked out the doll from the full shelves and eagerly brought it to the clerk. The clerk immediately shook his head upon seeing the doll in her hands, and advised her mother to buy a different doll. The mother asked her daughter if she could have a different doll instead, and the daughter shook her head angrily. The mother asked why he recommended against it, and the clerk dodged the question, saying that he strongly recommended that they choose a different doll. The daughter started to cry and the mother couldn't give in. She explained her situation to the clerk, and he gave in. He said that if she had to have that specific doll, then she would have to care for it very well. The clerk asked her if she had a toy trunk with a lock, and the girl said "Yes." The clerk explained that every night she would have to store the doll in the trunk and lock it, and that was all. It was a rather odd thing, but the Mother disregarded it, happy that her daughter got the doll. The girl loved the doll, and cared for it with happiness and persistence, even naming it Sally. For three months she never failed to care for the doll and play with it. But as is with all toys, they grow old and aren't played with. Sadly, the doll remained locked in the trunk for over a month, having not been played with. The father's office was having a party on a Saturday night, and all spouses were invited too. The parents decided to let their daughter have the house to herself and a baby sitter, and they could both bond and have fun. Sadly, the babysitter wasn't a very social type, and checked up on the girl every few minutes and cooked for them both, and spent the rest of the time working on a essay for high school. The girl was lonely, and unlocked the trunk and played with her doll for a while. But something seemed... wrong. The doll didn't have a plastic smile on her face like usual. It was just a blank, ordinary face, like you or I at work or school. The girl left the room out of boredom, and the babysitter was finally done with her essay so they played a few board games for a few hours until her parents came back. The parents thanked the babysitter and she left. The girl went to bed and slept peacefully for a few hours. But after a few hours she woke up for apparently no reason. Her young mind just put it to the breeze floating in from the open window, but when she reached over to close it, she saw a small, rigid silhouette standing on her dresser. From her months of playing with it, she immediately recognized it as her doll, but her doll didn't stand up, she'd tried, it had to be leaned against something. Her sleepy mind told her to grab the doll and put it in the trunk, and as she grabbed the doll, a sharp pain hurt her thumb where she grabbed her. "Hurts, doesn't it?" Said a small, cheery voice. The doll stepped closer to the girl and held the sharp knife dangerously close to her neck. The girl was scared, and froze with fear. "Almost as much as it hurt when you abandoned ME! You loved me! I loved you! You left me!" The voice had turned into a harsh scream, and what little light lit upon the doll's face showed a demonic expression of pure evil and corruption. The doll took the knife and stabbed the girl right in her heart, killing her slowly and painfully. The line of the doll is not known, and the store disappeared the next day. | ||
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Brethern
231 Posts
On October 09 2010 01:02 HeavOnEarth wrote: I know the post I'm quoting is old but that's a made up story right?+ Show Spoiler + Aww. Is the lack of an ending supposed to imply he died or something? Also I have a story that I'm trying to convince myself to type. But I have to know that's made up right? Right? | ||
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Sanctimonius
United Kingdom861 Posts
I don't have any decent stories to share, but I do have one my mother claims is true. Dunno if I believe her about it but she believes strongly in ghosts (to the extent that in some houses we've lived she has refused ot go into certain rooms for longer than necessary, and claims our current home is haunted, although not sure I believe her on that score  ). But anyways.When I was about four we moved into a new home. It was a small place, two up, two down. Only the two of us were there, my parents had split earlier that year. It was a pretty boring little house in a terrace, but one thing that stood out was the fact we lived next to a graveyard. I remember not knowing what a graveyard was at that age; I had an image of a big hand and a giant boat of gravy being poured into a garden  But anyway, apparently one night my mother was woken to find me me stood by her bed. I was asking if I could let the boy in my room. She felt a chill and asked me what boy. I replied 'the boy with the teddy-bear made of flowers'. At this point she got out of bed and we went back into my bedroom. Apparently I pointed at the window and said he was out there, he was knocking on my window. The kinda freaked my mum out - the bedrooms were on the second floor and it's a bit of a steep drop. I spent the night in her bed, and I don't think she slept much. She would have just written it off as a strange dream, something my little brain had conjured up, except for one thing. She liked to take walks through the graveyard - it was a nicely kept place, and she had family member buried there who she visited, and tended their graves, lay new flowers etc. This time she noticed a fresh grave nearby her normal walk route. When she approached it she saw it was a young child, a boy around my age. On his grave was a teddy-bear, made entirely of flowers. This is something my mother swears is true, and the reason she believes in an afterlife. I do not remember any of this, though I do remember some strange things happening in that house - doors would be locked or unlocked despite nobody touching them, lights would be on in rooms nobody was in. One time we came back from a shopping trip to find the TV was on. Another time we returned to find power tools running as if somebody had decided to do a bit of DIY. Of course any and all of this could be coincidence - maybe I saw the grave somehow and made up a story, maybe we had just forgotten to turn off lights or lock doors. But still, my mother swears that one night I woke her up and asked her if I could let the boy in, the boy with the teddy-bear made of flowers. | ||
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SweetAs
New Zealand290 Posts
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Kinetik_Inferno
United States1431 Posts
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Sanctimonius
United Kingdom861 Posts
Sorry to disappoint | ||
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kellymilkies
Singapore1393 Posts
Gg | ||
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SixGun
United States40 Posts
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HeavOnEarth
United States7087 Posts
On April 28 2011 10:54 Brethern wrote: I know the post I'm quoting is old but that's a made up story right? Also I have a story that I'm trying to convince myself to type. But I have to know that's made up right? Right? the author seems to imply they are real but obviously logic dictates that it is a fictonal piece the way he writes is fairly convincing and captivating so he must have a hell of an imagation, or it is partially true, while some parts are false in order to spice up the story | ||
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lambchops
United States63 Posts
he IS everywhere! | ||
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bjornkavist
Canada1235 Posts
On April 28 2011 11:41 Sanctimonius wrote: Finally finished these - some pretty good ones and I love the Russian sleep experiment. I don't have any decent stories to share, but I do have one my mother claims is true. Dunno if I believe her about it but she believes strongly in ghosts (to the extent that in some houses we've lived she has refused ot go into certain rooms for longer than necessary, and claims our current home is haunted, although not sure I believe her on that score ). But anyways.When I was about four we moved into a new home. It was a small place, two up, two down. Only the two of us were there, my parents had split earlier that year. It was a pretty boring little house in a terrace, but one thing that stood out was the fact we lived next to a graveyard. I remember not knowing what a graveyard was at that age; I had an image of a big hand and a giant boat of gravy being poured into a garden But anyway, apparently one night my mother was woken to find me me stood by her bed. I was asking if I could let the boy in my room. She felt a chill and asked me what boy. I replied 'the boy with the teddy-bear made of flowers'. At this point she got out of bed and we went back into my bedroom. Apparently I pointed at the window and said he was out there, he was knocking on my window. The kinda freaked my mum out - the bedrooms were on the second floor and it's a bit of a steep drop. I spent the night in her bed, and I don't think she slept much. She would have just written it off as a strange dream, something my little brain had conjured up, except for one thing. She liked to take walks through the graveyard - it was a nicely kept place, and she had family member buried there who she visited, and tended their graves, lay new flowers etc. This time she noticed a fresh grave nearby her normal walk route. When she approached it she saw it was a young child, a boy around my age. On his grave was a teddy-bear, made entirely of flowers. This is something my mother swears is true, and the reason she believes in an afterlife. I do not remember any of this, though I do remember some strange things happening in that house - doors would be locked or unlocked despite nobody touching them, lights would be on in rooms nobody was in. One time we came back from a shopping trip to find the TV was on. Another time we returned to find power tools running as if somebody had decided to do a bit of DIY. Of course any and all of this could be coincidence - maybe I saw the grave somehow and made up a story, maybe we had just forgotten to turn off lights or lock doors. But still, my mother swears that one night I woke her up and asked her if I could let the boy in, the boy with the teddy-bear made of flowers. Woah that's actually pretty creepy, Also I'm so glad to see one of my fave Teamliquid threads alive again! ^^ | ||
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T3tra
United States406 Posts
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Whole
United States6046 Posts
On April 29 2011 14:55 T3tra wrote: Is the statue story supposed to be a spin-off of the weeping angel episodes of Dr. Who? Seems pretty dead on. exactly what it reminded me of! Also this Youtube account has a bunch of freaky videos including the Candle Cove and Mickey Mouse ones. http://www.youtube.com/user/shirtfag | ||
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Endymion
United States3701 Posts
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boon2537
United States905 Posts
However, after I finish Amnesia the Dark Descent, all of those stories cease to scary me... | ||
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pStar
996 Posts
I have no idea why. I look at them and feel nothing. Even the videos were stupid. I hardly ever get scared, i dont like horror movies, i find them boring. The only time i have ever felt petrified was when I was 12 (4 years ago) when my family drove straight past a car bomb and it went off when we got to the bottom of the street. Maybe im not scared because of that? I dunno. Some of these are really interesting though, especially the russian experiment one. | ||
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SixGun
United States40 Posts
But written stories, they can sometimes get me good. I think it's just cause when i read it, I just imagine myself in that situation and it writes me out. And geez pStar, a car bomb?! Where were you? Cause I imagine that would be really scary, that's intense | ||
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pStar
996 Posts
Ever heard of the IRA, they planted the bomb. But i dont want to get off topic | ||
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