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banana500 wrote:

Here's an attempt at a horror story. Also, please note that this is my very first time trying a second-person narrative. Plus, this may seem a bit sacreligious to some people, and I don't mean to start a flame war or anything. So if you don't want to read it, well, don't read it. And please don't bug me with all these angry comments.

Anyways, here's the lovely story.

LOST SOULS

You open your eyes to find yourself in a dark, gray corridor. In front of you are many other people, standing in a straight single-file line leading to somewhere. You crane your neck to try and see where this line goes, but you can't.

A blinding fog permeates the corridor, slithering about the walls and your body. You feel the stench of the fog strangle and twist your throat, and your face contorts with disgust. You look at your hands to see that they are slowly beginning to turn into a sickly pale color. The skin begins to shrivel up, almost as if it were shrinking, until it is clinging on to nothing but your bones. You feel these effects coming upon your face as well.

The line moves relatively fast. You try to open your mouth to say something, but you can't make a sound. More people behind you begin to suddenly materialize from green dust. Their faces show expressions of fright, fear, and terror.

"Where am I?" you think to yourself. "How did I get here?" You can only recollect the faintest of memories. A loud, deafening screech. The sudden force of something ramming itself into your car. The explosive flames that burned and licked itself on your fragile, lifeless, blood-covered body.

Finally you find yourself at the front of this line. In front of you is a man standing behind a small desk. His facial features are gaunt and horribly pale, almost completely white. He has no eyelids, exposing almost all of his bloodshot eyeballs. His skin is stretched and pulled back behind him, as if it were tied by a knot at the back of his head. He has no lips, simply a horizontal slit for a mouth. He has only the tiniest strands of white hair sprouting from his wrinkled scalp.

And now you are able to speak.

"Where am I?" you say, with worry. "I don't think I belong here..."

The man behind the desk snickers His mouth begins to curl and stretch to form a toothless, crooked smile. "What makes you say that, son?" His voice is low and gravelly.

"All I can remember is...an explosion. My car, completely toppled over, to the side. I could see my blood almost everywhere."

"Ah, yes," the man chuckles. "Most newcomers can't exactly cope with the inevitable reality of..."

"Of what?" you interrupt.

"Of death."

It is now that you notice a portal appear behind the man. The portal is dark red, with scarlet lightning and smoke spitting out of it. Horrifying screams echo from within, making you cringe with terror.

"I'm...I'm...dead?"

The man simply continues to smile at you. Then he stands up and reached his bony hand towards you. He grabs your shoulder with an iron grip. "Come with me."

"No--no! Let go!" You try to break free, but the man's grip is too strong. He turns to the portal and drags you by the shoulder towards it. Finally he lets you go.

"What is this?" you ask helplessly. "Where are you taking me?"

The man's gaze turns to you. His red eyes seem as if they are burning into your soul. His never-ending grin stretched farther until it went all the way across his face, in a way that you'd never think was possible.

And then, with one swift shove, you fall back into the red portal. The smoke starts to wrap itself around you, keeping you tightly secured, pulling you in further until there is no chance of escape. The red clouds begin to expand, and the small hole that bridges the gap between the corridor and this horrible wormhole starts to shrink. You only hear one last thing from the man before you join the billions of lost souls in a place full of strife, of pain, of suffering...

"Welcome to Hell. Enjoy your stay."

Just reposting cuz a new page just started here. And I want people to see this. Feedback pwease. 

opiegs wrote:

777w wrote:

opiegs wrote:

yeah, well what does slenderman look like,...  huh, huuh!?!?!?!?!?
                             

                                    (I seriously don't know what slendermen looks like,..,
                               so please post a link.).

just look up "slenderman"
by the way this is for discussing usermade stuff and slenderman wasnt invented by anybody here

I don't care about that kind of stuff...

                                             and also,most of this stuff is either     
                                                                   spam, scam, or canned ham.

scams are nonexistent in this thread and frankly the only spammer and/or ham canner here is you

                                                                          also why do you
                                                                                       post like this?

Last edited by 777w (2012-10-05 21:58:44)

777w wrote:

opiegs wrote:

777w wrote:

just look up "slenderman"
by the way this is for discussing usermade stuff and slenderman wasnt invented by anybody here

I don't care about that kind of stuff...

                                             and also,most of this stuff is either     
                                                                   spam, scam, or canned ham.

scams are nonexistent in this thread and frankly the only spammer and/or ham canner here is you

                                                                          also why do you
                                                                                       post like this?

probably because it looks cool
                     
                                                                       I KEEL DELICIOUS
                                                                                      HAMHAMHAMHAMHAMHAM


I mean doesn't it?

Guys, will everyone please shut up about the weird way that opiegs types his posts?    This is really getting off topic.

samid11 wrote:

banana500 wrote:

Guys, will everyone please shut up about the weird way that opiegs types his posts?    This is really getting off topic.

Agreed.

+1

ZOMBIE MAN ATE A BUNCH OF RAINBOW PONIES.

(I'm going loopy. MORE....SCARINESS...LESS...CHAT...)

Animeboy975 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

"Gloomy"

When I was a little kid, about 5 years old, we had a cat.

She was a furry, plump persian. Her name was Gloomy, due to her rather somber-looking face. However, everyone in our family loved her all the same. She was a great family pet, and the best cat we could hope for.

Being a little kid, though, I was always determined to make her happy. Sure, she was happy most of the time, but her face made her look depressed and rather melancholy. So, being my weird self, I would try to make her smile every day at the same time, which was 9:30 P.M., the time I went to bed. That way, if she smiled, I could go to sleep happily, knowing I had completed my lifelong task.

Unfortunately, good things never last.

When I was about 7 1/2 years old, Gloomy got very sick.

She would spend all day laying in her cat tree, gagging and coughing up slime and fur. Her eyes eventually swelled untill they were about ready to pop out of her head. She constantly sniffled and sneezed, and her coughing fits never helped anything. It was a horrible time for our family. We prayed all we could, but Gloomy never got better.

During the couple of weeks that Gloomy was sick, I had stopped trying to make her smile altogether. It didn't seem to matter anymore, and I didn't have the heart to bother the poor feline in her diseased state.

Gloomy died on the 3rd week of being sick.

We had contacted the vet multiple times, but all they did was give us medicine to give her, and none of it worked. I was mortified. My best friend was gone. We buried her in the backyard.

On my birthday that year, I wished something I regret to this very day.

"I wish I could've seen Gloomy smile..."

I would do anything to take those cursed words back. For that night, I saw something that has traumatized me for life.

As I rolled around in bed that night, I happened to look over to my door multiple times. In the darkness of my room, it was very unsettling to see. Finally, I rolled over and closed my eyes.

"Mrrrow~"

My eyes snapped open.

"Gloomy?" I whispered, thinking that my beloved pet had somehow been revived. My stupid kid mind was what made me pull the covers off my head and look over to greet my living-again pet.

Sure enough, she was there. But she wasen't alive... entirely.

Gloomy's fur was matted and tangled with dirt, her red eyes were swollen and oozing heaven-knows-what. Her nose was gone, and the hollow bone nasal cavity was visible, like a dark void on her face.

The thing that caught my attention most, though, was her mouth.

It was twisted into a wide, horrible grin, one impossible for a cat to manage. It spread up to her eyes, looking like a demented cheshire cat. Her matted tail waved back and forth as the ghoulish kitty slowly limped closer to me, her back legs dragging behind her like dead limbs. I was frozen in fear. My furry friend was now my worst nightmare.

"Meow."

I screamed.

Gloomy shot like a bullet the moment my shrill cry pierced the air. She smashed through my bedroom window and dissapeared into the night. My mom rushed in to comfort me. She stated that I must've had a nightmare and that something probably hit the window and that it could be repaired. I tried to tell her, but it was no use. She went out to check the grave and said that Gloomy was still buried safe.

I'm 21 now, living with my wife and 2 kids. I'm living in my childhood home with my family. We currently have no pets, due to my experience. Gloomy's grave still remains outside, but it's been filled with concrete. However, an engraving is clawed into the grave, done by an unknown source.

It reads "I smiled."

(Done! How was it?  )

I'm not sleeping again.

BTW, Fletcher's Family Center is done. What did you guys think? I'll post it below:

Fletcher's Family Center


-DAY 1, June 7, 2004-
Hi. My name is Miller and i am a 22 year old who lives in Nevada. I recently left collage and got a gob at Burger King. I plan to go work with cameras. Also, i am very interested in abandoned buildings. I also grew up in North Oregon. I miss there alot. It sometimes brings a tear to my face. I always used to go see movies with my friends in 6th grade and go to a mall named Fletcher's Family Center and eat at a pizzeria in the mall right after.

-DAY 2, June 24, 2004-
I'm at my parents house for vacation. Life has treated my good after i wrote a few weeks ago. I asked my parents if i could go see what there is to see. And they said yes, so i hopped in my car and turned on some rock. After getting lost about 6 times, i found a farmiliar road. It said "25 PINE STREET"

Whoa. I remember.

Fletcher's Family Center is down the road.
I drove down the street. Found it. Parked my car. Looked around. I couldn't believe my eyes.

The sign was broken, with cobwebs in the text that used to say "Have A good time." it said it but it was missing the "good" which was in the bushes.

Creepy. I know i'm not sleeping ever again.

I was about to open the two doors, which used to have windows in them. I coulden't see a thing through the doors because so many cobwebs were growing on the doors, and tons of dirt were on the glass doors. But than my phone rang. I was creeped out.

It was just my parents. Good. My mom said "Miller, honey, where are you?"

"A abandoned mall i found." I replied. She replied "Honey, better not be Fletcher's Family Center, that place you used to go all the time back when you were 12."

"Why?" i replied My mom replied "Theres been creepy sightings there recently ever since the owner went bankrupt 5 years ago. You already left for Nevada. And, come home."

So i drove back. But tommorow. TOMMOROW. I'm goin' in.

-DAY 3, June 25, 2005-

Today i relived having nightmares back when i was 5. I used to be someone yesterday.
A brave person. But that trait went away today faster than you can say anything in the dictionary.

11:00 AM. I went back to the mall. I was in the old long hall way. Stores closed. Every place. I saw lots of things i remembered, and got nostalgic.

Many things i reconized. The old burger place that also sold ice cream that you had to wait out of the store to get your burger or ice cream. Every thing was locked up.

It looked like a prison. If there was a food court, that would be the dining hall in almost every prison.

I remember all the sprawling hall ways. I got lost like 20 times. I saw the old pizzeria. The brick walling was still there, and a bag of Doritos was laying on the stone floor.

But then i heard something. A scream. I heard "WHO'S A GOOD WITTLE KIDDY, HUH"

It scared the living daylight out of me. I turned back to see a dark figure. It dissapeared in seconds, but i managed to get a picture of it on my IPhone.

I figured out it was about 5:00. Dinner time. I ran out of the building an my parents said that they ordered a pizza. Anchovies with peppers. Best pizza ever.

But after eating the pizza [which was great] I decided to go to the mall about 6:00 in the morning, and place cameras in every hall. Than i would watch the videos.

-DAY 4, June 26, 2004-

First thing in the morning. Woke up at 5:30. Drove to the mall. Put cameras in every hall.

The rest of the day wasn't so exciting. Just hanging out and certain things like that.

I went back 6:00 PM, got the cameras, and ran out.

I can't believe the footage i saw. Meh. It was just a dark hallway for minutes upon minutes upon minutes. Around the 4:57 mark on Camera 10 [10 cameras for the 10 hall ways] I saw something. I paused the video.

It was a person. With red eyes. She started screaming, holding a N64 cartridge. All of a sudden, The lights turned on. She picked up the camera and started pretending to be a TV show host. She put it back. Nothing else in the nine other cameras.

I guess Mom was right. But i'll catch her down. Tommorow night.

-DAY 5, June 27, 2004-

I'm not home. I don't even know why this entry is here.

I woke up, did stuff. Ate lunch. Stuff. Bla bla bla.

Before 9:00 PM, I brought a sleeping bag and a flash light to the mall.

I found the old long hall with that burger place i was talking about 5 days ago.

I layed down. I also packed my camera. I slept, until i heard a sound. It was in front of me.

It was a girl. She looked about 3 or 4. Her red eyes were glowing in the night. She said weakly, "COME PLAY WITH ME."

"Nah." I replied. I didn't know my life would about to change.

Her eyes twisted around and said "I'm Nicole. Am I PRETTY?"

"Yeah, what ever." I replied.

I knew something was gong to happen.

I got knocked out. I woke up. My camera was playing.

My camera went black. I was creeped out. I was in the janitor's closet under the mall.

Nothing was heard from that, besides little kids laughing.


--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------


Nobody knew what happed to Miller Benjamin Sander after that night.

I am a Nevadan scientist, Jacob Berg. We have recently found this journal in Miller's parent's house.

"I don't know where my Sweetheart went. I went to the mall, into the janitors closet, and found nothing besides cobwebs."- Miller's Mom, April Sander

To this day, nobody new what happened to Miller. We found these couple of journal entries in  September 2009, about 5 years later.

But one night, someone has claimed to found Miller.

THE END

banana500 wrote:

banana500 wrote:

Here's an attempt at a horror story. Also, please note that this is my very first time trying a second-person narrative. Plus, this may seem a bit sacreligious to some people, and I don't mean to start a flame war or anything. So if you don't want to read it, well, don't read it. And please don't bug me with all these angry comments.

Anyways, here's the lovely story.

LOST SOULS

You open your eyes to find yourself in a dark, gray corridor. In front of you are many other people, standing in a straight single-file line leading to somewhere. You crane your neck to try and see where this line goes, but you can't.

A blinding fog permeates the corridor, slithering about the walls and your body. You feel the stench of the fog strangle and twist your throat, and your face contorts with disgust. You look at your hands to see that they are slowly beginning to turn into a sickly pale color. The skin begins to shrivel up, almost as if it were shrinking, until it is clinging on to nothing but your bones. You feel these effects coming upon your face as well.

The line moves relatively fast. You try to open your mouth to say something, but you can't make a sound. More people behind you begin to suddenly materialize from green dust. Their faces show expressions of fright, fear, and terror.

"Where am I?" you think to yourself. "How did I get here?" You can only recollect the faintest of memories. A loud, deafening screech. The sudden force of something ramming itself into your car. The explosive flames that burned and licked itself on your fragile, lifeless, blood-covered body.

Finally you find yourself at the front of this line. In front of you is a man standing behind a small desk. His facial features are gaunt and horribly pale, almost completely white. He has no eyelids, exposing almost all of his bloodshot eyeballs. His skin is stretched and pulled back behind him, as if it were tied by a knot at the back of his head. He has no lips, simply a horizontal slit for a mouth. He has only the tiniest strands of white hair sprouting from his wrinkled scalp.

And now you are able to speak.

"Where am I?" you say, with worry. "I don't think I belong here..."

The man behind the desk snickers His mouth begins to curl and stretch to form a toothless, crooked smile. "What makes you say that, son?" His voice is low and gravelly.

"All I can remember is...an explosion. My car, completely toppled over, to the side. I could see my blood almost everywhere."

"Ah, yes," the man chuckles. "Most newcomers can't exactly cope with the inevitable reality of..."

"Of what?" you interrupt.

"Of death."

It is now that you notice a portal appear behind the man. The portal is dark red, with scarlet lightning and smoke spitting out of it. Horrifying screams echo from within, making you cringe with terror.

"I'm...I'm...dead?"

The man simply continues to smile at you. Then he stands up and reached his bony hand towards you. He grabs your shoulder with an iron grip. "Come with me."

"No--no! Let go!" You try to break free, but the man's grip is too strong. He turns to the portal and drags you by the shoulder towards it. Finally he lets you go.

"What is this?" you ask helplessly. "Where are you taking me?"

The man's gaze turns to you. His red eyes seem as if they are burning into your soul. His never-ending grin stretched farther until it went all the way across his face, in a way that you'd never think was possible.

And then, with one swift shove, you fall back into the red portal. The smoke starts to wrap itself around you, keeping you tightly secured, pulling you in further until there is no chance of escape. The red clouds begin to expand, and the small hole that bridges the gap between the corridor and this horrible wormhole starts to shrink. You only hear one last thing from the man before you join the billions of lost souls in a place full of strife, of pain, of suffering...

"Welcome to Hell. Enjoy your stay."

Just reposting cuz a new page just started here. And I want people to see this. Feedback pwease. 

I can't think of ANY SCARY STORIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Troll pasta to hold you over (NEW STORY COMING SOON.)

THIS ISN'T LAME CREEPYPASTA I SAW A OLD MAN AND HE GAVE ME A TAPE. I PUT IT IN MY VHS AND IT WAS CREEPY THERE WAS BLOOD EVERYWHERE AMD HYPER REALISTIC EYES. IT WAS SO CRAZY I WATCHED IT WITH MY FRIEND AND HE DIED THAN  I WAS SENT TO SCARY CAMP AND THE ADRESS WAS 666 AND I WAS SCARED ALL THE ANIMALS HAD HYPER REALISTIC EYES AND ALL THE TREES HAD 13 CARVED INTO THEM. THE TREES GREW HYPER REALISTIC EYES AND THEN THEY CALLED BEAVERS TO KILL ME THE BEAVERS HAD HYPER REALISTIC EYES AND BLOOD SPLAT EVERYWHERE. I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS WAS WRITTEN I THINK THE BEAVERS DID IT

Try to read it without laughing, or even giggiling. I dare you.

Animeboy975 wrote:

Troll pasta to hold you over (NEW STORY COMING SOON.)

THIS ISN'T LAME CREEPYPASTA I SAW A OLD MAN AND HE GAVE ME A TAPE. I PUT IT IN MY VHS AND IT WAS CREEPY THERE WAS BLOOD EVERYWHERE AMD HYPER REALISTIC EYES. IT WAS SO CRAZY I WATCHED IT WITH MY FRIEND AND HE DIED THAN  I WAS SENT TO SCARY CAMP AND THE ADRESS WAS 666 AND I WAS SCARED ALL THE ANIMALS HAD HYPER REALISTIC EYES AND ALL THE TREES HAD 13 CARVED INTO THEM. THE TREES GREW HYPER REALISTIC EYES AND THEN THEY CALLED BEAVERS TO KILL ME THE BEAVERS HAD HYPER REALISTIC EYES AND BLOOD SPLAT EVERYWHERE. I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS WAS WRITTEN I THINK THE BEAVERS DID IT

Try to read it without laughing, or even giggiling. I dare you.

ok you cannot do this anymore
i will not have people running around thinking its ok to fill my topic up to the brim in terrible jokes like this
its too spammy man
by the way i didnt find it very funny so laughing and giggling was simply out of my power

Last edited by 777w (2012-10-09 20:02:46)

jackrulez wrote:

Animeboy975 wrote:

Troll pasta to hold you over (NEW STORY COMING SOON.)

THIS ISN'T LAME CREEPYPASTA I SAW A OLD MAN AND HE GAVE ME A TAPE. I PUT IT IN MY VHS AND IT WAS CREEPY THERE WAS BLOOD EVERYWHERE AMD HYPER REALISTIC EYES. IT WAS SO CRAZY I WATCHED IT WITH MY FRIEND AND HE DIED THAN  I WAS SENT TO SCARY CAMP AND THE ADRESS WAS 666 AND I WAS SCARED ALL THE ANIMALS HAD HYPER REALISTIC EYES AND ALL THE TREES HAD 13 CARVED INTO THEM. THE TREES GREW HYPER REALISTIC EYES AND THEN THEY CALLED BEAVERS TO KILL ME THE BEAVERS HAD HYPER REALISTIC EYES AND BLOOD SPLAT EVERYWHERE. I DON'T KNOW HOW THIS WAS WRITTEN I THINK THE BEAVERS DID IT

Try to read it without laughing, or even giggiling. I dare you.

I didn't laugh or giggle. I did grin though :ᴅ

+1

Ready for a random pasta I made up on the spot?

I'msure many of you like to play Madden NFL. But, I am probably on of the few that found the scary glitch known as "Viking".
I have spent many years searching about this, and never found it. It is supposedly a glitch on the early Madden 2002 game, where if you are injured, a deranged Viking with bleeding eyes will appear on the screen and massacre everyone.
I had forgotten about it until one week ago, where a mysterious package arrived at my doorstep. I opened it, and to my wonder, an old "madden 2002" game was inside. I popped it inside my PS, and it started playing. I played for dyas straight, injuring many a player, until I almost gave up.
But, finally, while the Colts played the Patriots, Peyton Manning snapped his leg inside out. Suddenly, a Viking with bleeding eyes and a ripped torso appeared on the screen! It went over to Manning and started to amputate everything! Suddenly, he attacked the Field Goal posts, and it fell over and crushed the wide receivers in gorily graphic detail!
But suddenly, i heard a crash behind me. In horror, I peeled my eyes from the screen. And behind me, standing there...was....a [spoiler aert]PINK. FLUFFY. JELLY BEAN.

the end.