There was once a girl who was alone at home one night watching TV. Nothing interesting was on, but she was laying on her couch waiting to get tired so she could fall asleep. It was dark but unfortunately, falling asleep would prove to be very difficult because of the thunderstorm outside. The TV's volume was down and all the girl could hear was the dripping rain and the occasional thunder.
Lightning struck. In it's flash of light she saw something silhouetted in the window near the TV. She took it as just her imagination and continued staring at the quiet TV.
Lightning struck again. This time she was sure she saw something in the window.
Scared out of her mind, she picked up the phone on the table next to the couch, dialed 911, and told the operator her address and what she saw. She stayed under her blanket until the police arrived.
When the police arrived they checked around the house for signs of any intruder. Nothing. No footprints, no hair, no pieces of clothing...nothing at all. They searched inside the house and made a horrifying discovery.
Footprints inside the house led the police to believe that it was not a man outside that the girl saw; it was his reflection.
Not really scary but supposely a retold true story.
As he slowly opened his eyes, the mist begins to clear and the man realised that he is standing on the corner of a unfamiliar dark street on a black night, confused and a little drowsy, he walks down the street. As he is walking, he hears a vehicle coming from behind him that sounded like a bus, the vehicle passed him on the left and stopped beside him, curiously he turned to see what's going on, and he sees that the small bus like vehicle is full of people, and the bus driver, smiling at him, opens the door and says, "come on in sir, we have room for one more". So at first he thought, why not, and stepped on to the bus, but as soon as he got on it, an unsettling feeling went up his spine and a sense of despair surrounded him, as he looked at the back of the vehicle he sees several coffins piling on top of each other and immediately realised this is a funeral car (vehicles that carries coffins with the dead to the funeral), fear filled up space and the man struggles to get off the bus...
He woke up in cold sweat and dizziness.
The very next day after a hard day of work, the guy is about to go home, he presses the elevator button on the 15th floor of the corporate building where he works, and soon the elevator door opens and it's full of people, just as he was about to get on, the elevator operator smiles and says "come on in sir, we have room for one more", and immediately he realised the operator is the bus driver in his dream, freaked out, he refused to get on the elevator and decide to take the stairs instead. As he is about three stairs down he heard a loud explosion like thud, and it turns out the elevator malfunctioned and everyone on it crushed to death.
Only on the way from my room to the elevator did I realize I wanted to be a detective. Not for life, but for a few minutes at least. With an easy precision only a detective could manage, I pressed the button deduced to be the one that would summon the elevator that would go "down."
I was correct in my deduction, and quickly was on my way down from the thirteenth floor. The elevator stopped. The little display read "ten" except it was numerical. So it read, "10." I mentally prepared myself for whoever would step in.
Whoosh, I thought when the doors opened.
A normal looking male entered. Brown hair, brown eyes, caucasian. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and slippers. He was carrying a bottle presumably filled with laundry detergent, and laundry bag presumably filled with dirty laundry.
There's only one way to end this mystery, I thought.
On February 21 2006 13:50 Glider wrote: Not really scary but supposely a retold true story.
As he slowly opened his eyes, the mist begins to clear and the man realised that he is standing on the corner of a unfamiliar dark street on a black night, confused and a little drowsy, he walks down the street. As he is walking, he hears a vehicle coming from behind him that sounded like a bus, the vehicle passed him on the left and stopped beside him, curiously he turned to see what's going on, and he sees that the small bus like vehicle is full of people, and the bus driver, smiling at him, opens the door and says, "come on in sir, we have room for one more". So at first he thought, why not, and stepped on to the bus, but as soon as he got on it, an unsettling feeling went up his spine and a sense of despair surrounded him, as he looked at the back of the vehicle he sees several coffins piling on top of each other and immediately realised this is a funeral car (vehicles that carries coffins with the dead to the funeral), fear filled up space and the man struggles to get off the bus...
He woke up in cold sweat and dizziness.
The very next day after a hard day of work, the guy is about to go home, he presses the elevator button on the 15th floor of the corporate building where he works, and soon the elevator door opens and it's full of people, just as he was about to get on, the elevator operator smiles and says "come on in sir, we have room for one more", and immediately he realised the operator is the bus driver in his dream, freaked out, he refused to get on the elevator and decide to take the stairs instead. As he is about three stairs down he heard a loud explosion like thud, and it turns out the elevator malfunctioned and everyone on it crushed to death.
The elevator incident in Houston.
wow nice that bus driver remind me imidiatelly of Otto Mann(driver in simpsons)
On February 21 2006 14:00 Hot_Bid wrote: My stomach grumbled. Time to go eat, I thought.
Only on the way from my room to the elevator did I realize I wanted to be a detective. Not for life, but for a few minutes at least. With an easy precision only a detective could manage, I pressed the button deduced to be the one that would summon the elevator that would go "down."
I was correct in my deduction, and quickly was on my way down from the thirteenth floor. The elevator stopped. The little display read "ten" except it was numerical. So it read, "10." I mentally prepared myself for whoever would step in.
Whoosh, I thought when the doors opened.
A normal looking male entered. Brown hair, brown eyes, caucasian. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and slippers. He was carrying a bottle presumably filled with laundry detergent, and laundry bag presumably filled with dirty laundry.
There's only one way to end this mystery, I thought.
On February 21 2006 13:50 Glider wrote: Not really scary but supposely a retold true story.
As he slowly opened his eyes, the mist begins to clear and the man realised that he is standing on the corner of a unfamiliar dark street on a black night, confused and a little drowsy, he walks down the street. As he is walking, he hears a vehicle coming from behind him that sounded like a bus, the vehicle passed him on the left and stopped beside him, curiously he turned to see what's going on, and he sees that the small bus like vehicle is full of people, and the bus driver, smiling at him, opens the door and says, "come on in sir, we have room for one more". So at first he thought, why not, and stepped on to the bus, but as soon as he got on it, an unsettling feeling went up his spine and a sense of despair surrounded him, as he looked at the back of the vehicle he sees several coffins piling on top of each other and immediately realised this is a funeral car (vehicles that carries coffins with the dead to the funeral), fear filled up space and the man struggles to get off the bus...
He woke up in cold sweat and dizziness.
The very next day after a hard day of work, the guy is about to go home, he presses the elevator button on the 15th floor of the corporate building where he works, and soon the elevator door opens and it's full of people, just as he was about to get on, the elevator operator smiles and says "come on in sir, we have room for one more", and immediately he realised the operator is the bus driver in his dream, freaked out, he refused to get on the elevator and decide to take the stairs instead. As he is about three stairs down he heard a loud explosion like thud, and it turns out the elevator malfunctioned and everyone on it crushed to death.
The elevator incident in Houston.
I love this kind of stories. You rock Did the elevator incident really happened? Didn't someone interview the guy or something.
In Bard's elevator story, I think ghosts are entering the elevator at each level. Same you can't see them and feel them, but they do have mass (somehow).
Anyway, here's one:
So it is late at night, a girl goes home from her college after a long day. She hurries to the bus station, and to her suprise, there's another bus coming. The last bus of the day arrives a little off-schedule, and it looks pretty full too. She enters the bus, and stands by a middle-aged woman. She notices something weird: no one seems to be getting off the bus. Suddenly, the woman beside her turns to her, and whispers in her ear: "This is the bus of the dead, they are all trying to eat you. We need to get off right away." The girl becomes absolutely terrified and follows the woman off the bus at the next stop. Just when she is about to thank the woman for saving her life, the woman begins to chuckle and says, "Now that I got you away from all those people, you are all mine."
On February 21 2006 19:17 Chibi[OWNS] wrote: More than 30 people die in elevator-related accidents each year in the United States.
you could be one of them
Hahaha!
This thread has permenently solidified Chibi and Hotbid in my personal TL.net hall of fame. Not like they weren't there already, but this is just gold.
And just so you all know, I found Chibi's first post very spooky.
EPT
that bus driver remind me imidiatelly of Otto Mann(driver in simpsons)
