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Long story is long and edited out.
That...was freaking awesome. Anyone get the moral?
Erm. Sort of. Care to explain what you think the moral is?
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Skyshale033
Subject: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Does anyone remember this kid’s show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don’t remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.
mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
it seems really familiar to me…..i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cove…was it about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
YES! Okay I’m not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn’t belong on the body. I don’t remember what station this was! I don’t think it was WTSF though.
Jaren_2005
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Sorry to ressurect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think Candle Cove ran for only a couple months in ‘71, not ‘72. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news. Let me see what I remember.
It took place in Candle cove, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates. The pirate ship was called the Laughingstock, and Pirate Percy wasn’t a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don’t remember the girl’s name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was Janice.
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned the Laughingstock and channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face, with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.
mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
ha ha i remember now too. do you remember this part skyshale: “you have…to go…INSIDE.”
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That’s what the ship always told Percy when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock’s face with each pause. YOU HAVE… TO GO… INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful.
You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth.
kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i honestly, honestly thought the villain was pirate percy. i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel.
Jaren_2005
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
That wasn’t the villain, the puppet with the mustache. That was the villain’s sidekick, Horace Horrible. He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache. I used to think that meant he had only one eye.
But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The Skin-Taker. I can’t believe what they let us watch back then.
kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
***********, the skin taker. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape. and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull.
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Wasn’t his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children’s skin??
mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
yeah i think so. rememer his mouth didn’t open and close, his jaw just slid back and foth. i remember the little girl said “why does your mouth move like that” and the skin-taker didn’t look at the girl but at the camera and said “TO GRIND YOUR SKIN”
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
I’m so relieved that other people remember this terrible show!
I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, and just all screaming, screaming. The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this. I woke up many times from that nightmare. I used to wet the bed when I had it.
kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i don’t think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode.
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.
kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
maybe i’m manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing what you described. they just screamed.
Jaren_2005
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Oh ***. Yes. The little girl, Janice, I remember seeing her shake. And the Skin-Taker screaming through his gnashing teeth, his jaw careening so wildly I thought it would come off its wire hinges. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we didn’t have the courage to turn it back on.
mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was littel in the early 70s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remebered a kid’s show, candle cove. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said “because i used to think it was so strange that you said ‘i’m gona go watch candle cove now mom’ and then you would tune the tv to static and juts watch dead air for 30 minutes. you had a big imagination with your little pirate show.”
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The Book That Ate People PART 2
Two teens heard of the book that ate the guy, so they decided to investigate it.
They went into the library in the middle of the night, when NO ONE WAS THERE (dun dun duunnn), and then they found the book.
They opened it, and nothing happened. Then the pages glowed and then faded out.
Then every book in the library flew off of the shelves and started to chase the teens.
The DVDs and CDs took part too. The discs flew out of the covers and started chasing the teens also. Soon the teens were at a dead end.
GUESS WHAT HAPPENED.
The discs cut up the teens and the books ate the remains. OMG SO SCARRRYYY.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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rufflebee wrote:
Sunrise-Moon wrote:
Tourist Trap
In rural Wisconsin, there is an old abandoned park. Built in the 1920s, it served as the town’s gathering place for everyone.
That is, until a newly developed Train and Tunnel for Tots™ ride was installed in 1932. It was an innocent looking childish train, with one main (mechanized) head car, with three small trolleys pulled behind it. It went around some loops before going into a small tunnel.
But this is where the story gets weird. There were numerous cases of child deaths that year, all of them happening after the child rode on that train system. Some kids went missing in that short tunnel (about ten feet), and others went comatose after leaving. One, upon exiting, was found to be dead. Her dress was covered in what looked like small bloody handprints. Some killed themselves by scratching at their throats until they bled out, and one of them even killed another child before hanging herself with razor wire at the family’s farm.
The park was closed, and the town’s popularity as a tourist town plummeted.
Recently, a team of scientists were sent out to the park. They taped a video camera to the train, and put a new intern in with it, before sending it on its way onto the tracks.
When the train left the tunnel, it was empty, except for the camera.
The last ten seconds were nothing but static, save for the sound of children laughing.lol that one's funny
Children dying is not funny.
That's one of the scariest things I've ever read. 0_o
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banana500 wrote:
rufflebee wrote:
Sunrise-Moon wrote:
Tourist Trap
In rural Wisconsin, there is an old abandoned park. Built in the 1920s, it served as the town’s gathering place for everyone.
That is, until a newly developed Train and Tunnel for Tots™ ride was installed in 1932. It was an innocent looking childish train, with one main (mechanized) head car, with three small trolleys pulled behind it. It went around some loops before going into a small tunnel.
But this is where the story gets weird. There were numerous cases of child deaths that year, all of them happening after the child rode on that train system. Some kids went missing in that short tunnel (about ten feet), and others went comatose after leaving. One, upon exiting, was found to be dead. Her dress was covered in what looked like small bloody handprints. Some killed themselves by scratching at their throats until they bled out, and one of them even killed another child before hanging herself with razor wire at the family’s farm.
The park was closed, and the town’s popularity as a tourist town plummeted.
Recently, a team of scientists were sent out to the park. They taped a video camera to the train, and put a new intern in with it, before sending it on its way onto the tracks.
When the train left the tunnel, it was empty, except for the camera.
The last ten seconds were nothing but static, save for the sound of children laughing.lol that one's funny
Children dying is not funny.
I never said it was.
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banana500 wrote:
The Book That Ate People PART 2
Two teens heard of the book that ate the guy, so they decided to investigate it.
They went into the library in the middle of the night, when NO ONE WAS THERE (dun dun duunnn), and then they found the book.
They opened it, and nothing happened. Then the pages glowed and then faded out.
Then every book in the library flew off of the shelves and started to chase the teens.
The DVDs and CDs took part too. The discs flew out of the covers and started chasing the teens also. Soon the teens were at a dead end.
GUESS WHAT HAPPENED.
The discs cut up the teens and the books ate the remains. OMG SO SCARRRYYY.
TO BE CONTINUED...
I added a fourth rule. Read it.
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Sunrise-Moon wrote:
banana500 wrote:
The Book That Ate People PART 2
Two teens heard of the book that ate the guy, so they decided to investigate it.
They went into the library in the middle of the night, when NO ONE WAS THERE (dun dun duunnn), and then they found the book.
They opened it, and nothing happened. Then the pages glowed and then faded out.
Then every book in the library flew off of the shelves and started to chase the teens.
The DVDs and CDs took part too. The discs flew out of the covers and started chasing the teens also. Soon the teens were at a dead end.
GUESS WHAT HAPPENED.
The discs cut up the teens and the books ate the remains. OMG SO SCARRRYYY.
TO BE CONTINUED...I added a fourth rule. Read it.
I thought that was pretty legit.
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Aidan wrote:
Sunrise-Moon wrote:
banana500 wrote:
The Book That Ate People PART 2
Two teens heard of the book that ate the guy, so they decided to investigate it.
They went into the library in the middle of the night, when NO ONE WAS THERE (dun dun duunnn), and then they found the book.
They opened it, and nothing happened. Then the pages glowed and then faded out.
Then every book in the library flew off of the shelves and started to chase the teens.
The DVDs and CDs took part too. The discs flew out of the covers and started chasing the teens also. Soon the teens were at a dead end.
GUESS WHAT HAPPENED.
The discs cut up the teens and the books ate the remains. OMG SO SCARRRYYY.
TO BE CONTINUED...I added a fourth rule. Read it.
I thought that was pretty legit.
"dun dun duunnn"?
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Sunrise-Moon wrote:
Aidan wrote:
Sunrise-Moon wrote:
I added a fourth rule. Read it.I thought that was pretty legit.
"dun dun duunnn"?
Was obviously a suggestion of sound effects that could be played if you ever decided to tell it while sitting around a campfire or at a sleepover.
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banana500 wrote:
The Book That Ate People PART 2
Two teens heard of the book that ate the guy, so they decided to investigate it.
They went into the library in the middle of the night, when NO ONE WAS THERE (dun dun duunnn), and then they found the book.
They opened it, and nothing happened. Then the pages glowed and then faded out.
Then every book in the library flew off of the shelves and started to chase the teens.
The DVDs and CDs took part too. The discs flew out of the covers and started chasing the teens also. Soon the teens were at a dead end.
GUESS WHAT HAPPENED.
The discs cut up the teens and the books ate the remains. OMG SO SCARRRYYY.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Sunrise-Moon wrote:
banana500 wrote:
The Book That Ate People PART 2
Two teens heard of the book that ate the guy, so they decided to investigate it.
They went into the library in the middle of the night, when NO ONE WAS THERE (dun dun duunnn), and then they found the book.
They opened it, and nothing happened. Then the pages glowed and then faded out.
Then every book in the library flew off of the shelves and started to chase the teens.
The DVDs and CDs took part too. The discs flew out of the covers and started chasing the teens also. Soon the teens were at a dead end.
GUESS WHAT HAPPENED.
The discs cut up the teens and the books ate the remains. OMG SO SCARRRYYY.
TO BE CONTINUED...I added a fourth rule. Read it.
Sorry, I'm not very good at thinking up scary stories.
There is one real one I wrote but it's not good for Scratch.
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Once upon a time there was a very- wait, I've got phone call
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Epik wrote:
Ace-Of-Hearts wrote:
Once upon a time there was a very- wait, I've got phone call
Stop speaking in that color. It's hurtin' mah eyes, mang.
Just stop reading my posts, I don't want to hurt your eyes any longer
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Once there was a six-year-old girl named Ann who was born with a highly developed brain. She started talking when she was two months old, she started to do math when she was one, and she started to do other things when she was 2.
Not only was her brain full of knowledge, she also had the ability to do things with her mind. Her powers manifested when she was 5.
"Ann, what are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."
"That's what you always do."
"Yes, but this time it's not math, or anything else. I'm planning to reshape the world in my own image."
"Reshape the world? You're only five."
"I may be, but I have the mind of a god."
"Stop being silly, Ann."
"No, mother. I can do anything."
"Ann, stop talking crazy--"
"I could read your mind when I was a baby. You were planning on giving me up."
"What are you saying--"
"Don't lie, mother."
"Ann, you know I wouldn't--"
Ann glared with her eyes wide open, and her mom's cooking pot burst into flames.
"Mother, I know so."
"Ann what are you saying?"
Then the ground started to shake.
"Contradicting won't help you, mother. It'll just hurt you even more..."
Plates, bowls, and glasses tumbled to the floor and shattered.
"Ann, duck, there's an earthquake!"
"Oh, this is no earthquake. This is only the extension of my anger."
Then the sofa caught fire.
"Ann, we have to evacuate the house, NOW!"
"There's no sense for that, mother."
Then fire lit up in a circle around Ann's mom.
"Because there's no way out..."
"ANN WHAT ARE YOU DOING???"
"You hate me and you always will. You will never learn to accept the way I am."
Then every window in the house shattered and the house starting burning as the tiny shards of glass showered the floor.
"There's no way around it, mother. I know every little secret of yours. So be it."
Then a fireman kicked down the door of the house and started spraying water everywhere with a hose while another got Ann's mother out of the house. They tried to get Ann too.
"Don't lay a finger on me..."
The firemen were blasted backwards and they landed on the yard.
"Little girl, you need to get out of here!"
"You need to get out of my face."
Ann lunged at the fireman and threw him on the lawn. The fire in the house started to cool down as the water filled the house.
"Little girl, we need to take you somewhere safe!'
But before they could grab her, Ann disappeared into thin air.
TO BE CONTINUED
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banana500 wrote:
Once there was a six-year-old girl named Ann who was born with a highly developed brain. She started talking when she was two months old, she started to do math when she was one, and she started to do other things when she was 2.
Not only was her brain full of knowledge, she also had the ability to do things with her mind. Her powers manifested when she was 5.
"Ann, what are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."
"That's what you always do."
"Yes, but this time it's not math, or anything else. I'm planning to reshape the world in my own image."
"Reshape the world? You're only five."
"I may be, but I have the mind of a god."
"Stop being silly, Ann."
"No, mother. I can do anything."
"Ann, stop talking crazy--"
"I could read your mind when I was a baby. You were planning on giving me up."
"What are you saying--"
"Don't lie, mother."
"Ann, you know I wouldn't--"
Ann glared with her eyes wide open, and her mom's cooking pot burst into flames.
"Mother, I know so."
"Ann what are you saying?"
Then the ground started to shake.
"Contradicting won't help you, mother. It'll just hurt you even more..."
Plates, bowls, and glasses tumbled to the floor and shattered.
"Ann, duck, there's an earthquake!"
"Oh, this is no earthquake. This is only the extension of my anger."
Then the sofa caught fire.
"Ann, we have to evacuate the house, NOW!"
"There's no sense for that, mother."
Then fire lit up in a circle around Ann's mom.
"Because there's no way out..."
"ANN WHAT ARE YOU DOING???"
"You hate me and you always will. You will never learn to accept the way I am."
Then every window in the house shattered and the house starting burning as the tiny shards of glass showered the floor.
"There's no way around it, mother. I know every little secret of yours. So be it."
Then a fireman kicked down the door of the house and started spraying water everywhere with a hose while another got Ann's mother out of the house. They tried to get Ann too.
"Don't lay a finger on me..."
The firemen were blasted backwards and they landed on the yard.
"Little girl, you need to get out of here!"
"You need to get out of my face."
Ann lunged at the fireman and threw him on the lawn. The fire in the house started to cool down as the water filled the house.
"Little girl, we need to take you somewhere safe!'
But before they could grab her, Ann disappeared into thin air.
TO BE CONTINUED
Interesting story but...
1. Parts seem too rushed.
2. Too many "then's".
3. Ann's mother escaped without harm? Nothing wrong with her?
4. Wouldn't it be more interesting if Ann accidentally mis-fired and the fire consumed the house, killing her. The firemen watch in amazement wondering what in the world just happened. Once she dies, wouldn't it be interesting if something weird happened at that exact moment?
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The Theatre
Have you ever heard of an old PC game called “The Theater”? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Probably because many people say it doesn’t even exist. You see, The Theater is an old computer game released around the same time as Doom. Today, if you ever find it, it’s only available on * bootleg CD-ROMs, which, more often than naught don’t even actually contain the game. The actual legitimate copies that they say were released back in the day feature a blank cover with nothing but the sprite of what has since been named the ‘the Ticket-Taker’. He is simply a poorly drawn, pixelated Caucasian, bald man with large red lips wearing a red vest over a white shirt and black pants. He is completely emotionless, though some say that if you smash the disc his face is shown as angry the next time you look at the cover. But this is just dismissed as an urban myth. What is peculiar about The Theater, though, is that there is no developer named on the jewel case, nor a game description on the back. It is simply the Ticket-Taker on a white backdrop on both sides.
The game was initially known for its inability to install correctly. The installation process immediately locks up the computer when the user reaches the licensing agreement. Also strange about the licensing agreement for The Theater is that whenever the development studio is supposed to be named, the text is simply a blank line. Anyways, most people who have claimed to owning one of the original CDs say that they figured out how to install the game by simply rebooting their computer on the licensing agreement with the disc still inside. Then they are prompted to press ‘I AGREE’ on startup. Then they continue with the installation. The game then starts up without any introduction besides a main menu that is simply the sprite of a movie theater’s exterior on an empty city street. The title fades in and then the 3 menu buttons ‘NEW GAME, LOAD, OPTIONS’. Selecting OPTIONS immediately crashes the game to the desktop. LOAD is said not to function at all. Even if you do have a saved game, nothing happens when you press it. Thus, NEW GAME is the only working menu option.
Once it is selected you are in the first person view. You are standing in an empty movie theater lobby, with the exception of the Ticket-Taker standing in front of a dark hallway which one can only assume leads to the theaters themselves. There’s nothing to do but look at the poorly-drawn, mostly illegible movie posters or approach the Ticket-Taker. Once the player moves towards the Ticket-Taker a very low-quality sound clip plays saying “THANK YOU PLEASE ENJOY THE MOVIE” along with a speechbox saying the same thing. You then walk into the hallway and the screen fades to black and you’re back in the empty lobby and you do the exact thing again and again and again.
While this may sound like a really horrible game, a number of peculiar things occur as you continue to play it. The number of times that you have to continue into the hall after giving your ticket to the Ticket-Taker before the strange events happen is unknown. Most state that it’s completely random and could take anywhere from the first playthrough to the four hundredth. What happens, though, has deeply disturbed some players.
The first occurrence is when the player fades back in after walking into the hallway. This time they will notice the Ticket-Taker is completely absent. The player then, without any other options, decides to walk into the dark hallway. The sound clip and text box mentioned previously still play in the absence of the Ticket-Taker, but when the player walks into the hallways the screen does not fade out. It goes pitch black as they walk deeper into the hall, but the player’s footstep sound clip is still playing as they continue to push the up button on their keyboard. Those claiming to have played the original game report to have felt extremely uncomfortable walking down the hallway, anticipating the whole way something horrible happening. Well, eventually the player is unable to move forward. There is nothing for a few moments before a strange sprite that is described as ‘the Ticket-Taker but with a swirl for a face’ appears and stands before the player. The original players of the game say their bodies immediately froze up and their stomachs churned they saw this sprite (which has been appropriately named the ‘Swirly Head Man’). Nothing happens as the Swirly Head Man stands before them. Then suddenly a piercing screech plays as the game glitches out. This lasts for a few minutes, with the screeching being continuous. Then the player is abruptly returned to the lobby with all the sounds and graphics being as they should be.
The game continues normally for the next couple of ‘cycles’ of entering the hallway, with a couple of the original players claiming the Swirly Head Man would briefly appear and disappear in the corner of the screen as a brisk ‘yelp’ sound effect plays. Then, at some point after meeting the Swirly Head Man, the player sees the Ticket-Taker pacing back and forth (though there is no walking animation - the sprite’s limbs are completely static, so he just hops up and down slightly as a substitute) with his eyes being wide and his mouth open to simulate a worried facial expression. Some players noted that the movie posters had been replaced with images of the Swirly Head Man, which caused them to immediately turn their character’s head away from the posters and approach the Ticket-Taker. Then another, different, low-quality sound clip plays, but the speech box contains nothing but corrupted characters that cause whatever text that would have been in the box to be completely illegible. Due to the extremely low quality of the sound, it is debated by players what exactly the Ticket-Taker says at this point, though it is widely agreed that he says ‘NEVER REACH THE OTHER LEVELS’. Then the screen fades out once again and returns the player back to their starting point in the lobby, but the Ticket-Taker is gone and the hallway is blocked by a large brick wall sprite. Touching the brick wall will immediately crash the game. And that’s all there is to it. No one knows what the ‘Other Levels’ are or how to gain access to them, nor is it known why the Swirly Head Man causes such acute fear in those who have seen him in the game. All the original copies of The Theater have either been lost or destroyed. But the creepiest part is the fact that is that all the original players of the game claim to occasionally see a brief glimpse of the Swirly Head Man out of the corner of their eyes…
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in the walls
Last year, I moved into a middle class house right around summer time. The move went smooth, and it seemed like everything was just…working. Nothing broke during the cycle, I had plenty of friends to help me out, hell I even found twenty bucks in my couch! Beer money? Heck yeah!
Anyway, back to the house. For the first day or two, I thought life couldn’t get any better; my girl was beautiful, my friends were happy, and my parents were fixing their relationship. However, I hadn’t realized - until it was too late - that I was doomed to remain in this prison, which I sit in now as I tell you this story.
The first time it happened, I was in my room. I was in the zone on my Xbox. You know what I mean, where you get 10 headshots without breaking a sweat? Yeah, that. As I was kicking fat terrorist *** I heard movement downstairs (My room was on the second floor). It sounded like someone was running around down there. Like, they were running from room to room banging on the walls, just being flat out obnoxious.
“Hey, Jeff! Get out of my house, I said three-o’clock, dumb***!”
The noise stopped.
I waited a few moments before turning back to my game, but it was too late. I was already doomed. I saw it come at me too late…A tank.
“Son of a…” I sighed.
The next few days were normal, there were no more sounds that shouldn’t be there, just the pipes, the heater, you know the sort. Yet, about 3 days later, that idiot Jeff snuck into my house and started beating up my stuff.
“Alright, you aren’t getting off so easy this time!” I shouted as I charged down the stairs. As my foot hit the last step, something out of the corner of my eye moved. I looked over so fast that I got whiplash. “Oh, darnit!” I moaned. I didn’t even pay any attention to the fact that whatever was in my house - had disappeared.
After that, it got worse.
That same night, as I layed in bed, the banging started again. Not only was it worse, but it was on my floor of the house this time. I was sure I locked everything before I came up here, so here I was peeing my pants at 900 miles per hour while something destroyed my house. I actually pulled the blankets over me - hey, I was scared - as the noise approached my door. Just as I expected it to bash open my door and slaughter me, it stopped.
The next morning I grabbed my baseball bat as I got out of bed, if whatever that thing is, was still out there, it would regret it. I didn’t find anything, but my house was trashed. Almost everything was tipped over, torn, broken, missing, or worse. I just figured I had been robbed.
I called the police, they didn’t do anything. But the noises stopped for a week or so, and that made things easier. Sure I was angry that someone destroyed my new place, but at least I was ok. But, of course, I know now that it wasn’t a robber, or Jeff, or the pipes in the walls…It was the thing IN the walls.
A week after the incident, it came back.
This time it was really angry. I was startled out of my slumber by the noise of a vase breaking into a thousand pieces downstairs. SMASH it went, with little pieces still breaking a few seconds after the initial smash as if to mock me.
Not long after, I began to hear more deep, guttural banging noises on the walls again. Coming from inside of them, no doubt. As I lie there in my bed, I let out the tiniest, quietest, timidest squeak by sheer mistake, and the noise stops.
Sharpest ears I’ve ever seen, those were.
After several painstakingly long moments of silence, I released the breath I was holding, thinking it was over for now. Big mistake, I realize, as the noises suddenly start to rampage up the stairs. Incredibly fast, incredibly loud, smack, crash, bang against my wooden floor.
The beast, which I could now accurately call it, broke my door open with intense force, thrusting it all the way to the opposite side of the room. Being an intelligent individual, I had already hidden under my impenetrable field of safety known as the common blanket.
The noise of this monster running through my room, it’s footsteps enough to damage my eardrums at this close, was the scariest thing I had ever experienced in my entire life.
With a sudden burst of adrenaline, I threw the blankets off in the direction of the…thing, somehow making a direct impact to its face. Whoever - or whatever - this was, was stunned. But not for long, and I knew that. I frantically moved across my room, attempting to make it out the door, downstairs, outside, where I could attract public attention.
This night, luck was not on my side. I knew this as a large hunk of my hair was grabbed from behind and pulled out with such force that pieces of skins came along with it, along with a load of blood. Before a scream escapes my voice box, I’m being held down by a dark, hairless beast that walks on all fours with a face I can hardly imagine again, that then smashes my head with it’s fist, sending me into a dark, welcoming sleep.
…
Someone new has moved in, but they don’t even acknowledge my existence, the jack***. I patiently watch, wait, hear, hoping that they will. But no. Not me. I’m not worth it to them.
Maybe if I bang on the walls.
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banana500 wrote:
Once there was a six-year-old girl named Ann who was born with a highly developed brain. She started talking when she was two months old, she started to do math when she was one, and she started to do other things when she was 2.
Not only was her brain full of knowledge, she also had the ability to do things with her mind. Her powers manifested when she was 5.
"Ann, what are you doing?"
"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."
"That's what you always do."
"Yes, but this time it's not math, or anything else. I'm planning to reshape the world in my own image."
"Reshape the world? You're only five."
"I may be, but I have the mind of a god."
"Stop being silly, Ann."
"No, mother. I can do anything."
"Ann, stop talking crazy--"
"I could read your mind when I was a baby. You were planning on giving me up."
"What are you saying--"
"Don't lie, mother."
"Ann, you know I wouldn't--"
Ann glared with her eyes wide open, and her mom's cooking pot burst into flames.
"Mother, I know so."
"Ann what are you saying?"
Then the ground started to shake.
"Contradicting won't help you, mother. It'll just hurt you even more..."
Plates, bowls, and glasses tumbled to the floor and shattered.
"Ann, duck, there's an earthquake!"
"Oh, this is no earthquake. This is only the extension of my anger."
Then the sofa caught fire.
"Ann, we have to evacuate the house, NOW!"
"There's no sense for that, mother."
Then fire lit up in a circle around Ann's mom.
"Because there's no way out..."
"ANN WHAT ARE YOU DOING???"
"You hate me and you always will. You will never learn to accept the way I am."
Then every window in the house shattered and the house starting burning as the tiny shards of glass showered the floor.
"There's no way around it, mother. I know every little secret of yours. So be it."
Then a fireman kicked down the door of the house and started spraying water everywhere with a hose while another got Ann's mother out of the house. They tried to get Ann too.
"Don't lay a finger on me..."
The firemen were blasted backwards and they landed on the yard.
"Little girl, you need to get out of here!"
"You need to get out of my face."
Ann lunged at the fireman and threw him on the lawn. The fire in the house started to cool down as the water filled the house.
"Little girl, we need to take you somewhere safe!'
But before they could grab her, Ann disappeared into thin air.
TO BE CONTINUEDInteresting story but...
1. Parts seem too rushed.
2. Too many "then's".
3. Ann's mother escaped without harm? Nothing wrong with her?
4. Wouldn't it be more interesting if Ann accidentally mis-fired and the fire consumed the house, killing her. The firemen watch in amazement wondering what in the world just happened. Once she dies, wouldn't it be interesting if something weird happened at that exact moment?
I guess so, but actually Ann gets found by a group of scientists that try to experiment on her but she uses her powers more sinisterly. I can't say more, it'll totally spoil the ending.
Actually, if this were a movie, the creepiest part would be Ann's voice: a gentle monotone. She only expresses emotion through catastrophe.
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The Theatre
Have you ever heard of an old PC game called “The Theater”? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Probably because many people say it doesn’t even exist. You see, The Theater is an old computer game released around the same time as Doom. Today, if you ever find it, it’s only available on * bootleg CD-ROMs, which, more often than naught don’t even actually contain the game. The actual legitimate copies that they say were released back in the day feature a blank cover with nothing but the sprite of what has since been named the ‘the Ticket-Taker’. He is simply a poorly drawn, pixelated Caucasian, bald man with large red lips wearing a red vest over a white shirt and black pants. He is completely emotionless, though some say that if you smash the disc his face is shown as angry the next time you look at the cover. But this is just dismissed as an urban myth. What is peculiar about The Theater, though, is that there is no developer named on the jewel case, nor a game description on the back. It is simply the Ticket-Taker on a white backdrop on both sides.
The game was initially known for its inability to install correctly. The installation process immediately locks up the computer when the user reaches the licensing agreement. Also strange about the licensing agreement for The Theater is that whenever the development studio is supposed to be named, the text is simply a blank line. Anyways, most people who have claimed to owning one of the original CDs say that they figured out how to install the game by simply rebooting their computer on the licensing agreement with the disc still inside. Then they are prompted to press ‘I AGREE’ on startup. Then they continue with the installation. The game then starts up without any introduction besides a main menu that is simply the sprite of a movie theater’s exterior on an empty city street. The title fades in and then the 3 menu buttons ‘NEW GAME, LOAD, OPTIONS’. Selecting OPTIONS immediately crashes the game to the desktop. LOAD is said not to function at all. Even if you do have a saved game, nothing happens when you press it. Thus, NEW GAME is the only working menu option.
Once it is selected you are in the first person view. You are standing in an empty movie theater lobby, with the exception of the Ticket-Taker standing in front of a dark hallway which one can only assume leads to the theaters themselves. There’s nothing to do but look at the poorly-drawn, mostly illegible movie posters or approach the Ticket-Taker. Once the player moves towards the Ticket-Taker a very low-quality sound clip plays saying “THANK YOU PLEASE ENJOY THE MOVIE” along with a speechbox saying the same thing. You then walk into the hallway and the screen fades to black and you’re back in the empty lobby and you do the exact thing again and again and again.
While this may sound like a really horrible game, a number of peculiar things occur as you continue to play it. The number of times that you have to continue into the hall after giving your ticket to the Ticket-Taker before the strange events happen is unknown. Most state that it’s completely random and could take anywhere from the first playthrough to the four hundredth. What happens, though, has deeply disturbed some players.
The first occurrence is when the player fades back in after walking into the hallway. This time they will notice the Ticket-Taker is completely absent. The player then, without any other options, decides to walk into the dark hallway. The sound clip and text box mentioned previously still play in the absence of the Ticket-Taker, but when the player walks into the hallways the screen does not fade out. It goes pitch black as they walk deeper into the hall, but the player’s footstep sound clip is still playing as they continue to push the up button on their keyboard. Those claiming to have played the original game report to have felt extremely uncomfortable walking down the hallway, anticipating the whole way something horrible happening. Well, eventually the player is unable to move forward. There is nothing for a few moments before a strange sprite that is described as ‘the Ticket-Taker but with a swirl for a face’ appears and stands before the player. The original players of the game say their bodies immediately froze up and their stomachs churned they saw this sprite (which has been appropriately named the ‘Swirly Head Man’). Nothing happens as the Swirly Head Man stands before them. Then suddenly a piercing screech plays as the game glitches out. This lasts for a few minutes, with the screeching being continuous. Then the player is abruptly returned to the lobby with all the sounds and graphics being as they should be.
The game continues normally for the next couple of ‘cycles’ of entering the hallway, with a couple of the original players claiming the Swirly Head Man would briefly appear and disappear in the corner of the screen as a brisk ‘yelp’ sound effect plays. Then, at some point after meeting the Swirly Head Man, the player sees the Ticket-Taker pacing back and forth (though there is no walking animation - the sprite’s limbs are completely static, so he just hops up and down slightly as a substitute) with his eyes being wide and his mouth open to simulate a worried facial expression. Some players noted that the movie posters had been replaced with images of the Swirly Head Man, which caused them to immediately turn their character’s head away from the posters and approach the Ticket-Taker. Then another, different, low-quality sound clip plays, but the speech box contains nothing but corrupted characters that cause whatever text that would have been in the box to be completely illegible. Due to the extremely low quality of the sound, it is debated by players what exactly the Ticket-Taker says at this point, though it is widely agreed that he says ‘NEVER REACH THE OTHER LEVELS’. Then the screen fades out once again and returns the player back to their starting point in the lobby, but the Ticket-Taker is gone and the hallway is blocked by a large brick wall sprite. Touching the brick wall will immediately crash the game. And that’s all there is to it. No one knows what the ‘Other Levels’ are or how to gain access to them, nor is it known why the Swirly Head Man causes such acute fear in those who have seen him in the game. All the original copies of The Theater have either been lost or destroyed. But the creepiest part is the fact that is that all the original players of the game claim to occasionally see a brief glimpse of the Swirly Head Man out of the corner of their eyes…
I'll never collect video games again. ...NAH, FORGET THAT I STILL AM.
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The lights in the isolation room went on immediately. Everywhere you looked was white void, and there were no physical objects in sight except for a baby and tiny shards of a broken obsidian rock.
The baby's eyes were closed, and then they switched open. It turned its head toward the cube and the eyes began to glow red.
Its eyes transfixed on the shards, and then they glowed bright red.
Each shard trembled and advanced toward each other. Then they levitated and began to combine to form a black diamond.
The baby's unblinking red eyes began to glow green, and the diamond trembled and exploded into what it was before: tiny shards. The shards flew in every direction and disappeared into thin air.
The baby's expressionless mouth formed a wide smile and it made a gurgling sound and laughed.
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This was inspired by the creepy PS3 commercial.
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Usatt1337 wrote:
Scary Story you say?
The gamehttp://knowyourmeme.com/i/000/046/102/o … 1270925599
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I'm pretty freaked out.
That thing has been there for almost a week. The figure in the window. It looks featureless, only skin on a human frame, and it's pressing itself against the glass somehow. I don't know how it got there, and I don't know how to get rid of it.
At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me. But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away... it wasn't there. I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through my door. But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me. I walked around my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there.
The thing is completely hairless, and it didn't look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all. But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room. When I sit on my computer, I can feel its stare boring into my neck. But when I turn around, it's innocently turned in a different direction.
Finally on Thursday I tried to open the window, but it's stuck. I think the thing's hands are keeping it down. But I got a good look at its face. Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin, pushing outward. It stared at me, smiling.
Of course, I screamed.
I smashed my fist against the glass, determined once and for all to get rid of the glaring monster. I know I’m strong enough. That glass should’ve cracked.
But it didn’t.
It shuddered under my hand, but it didn’t break. And that smile just got wider and wider and wider, until I thought its head would break in half. It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm. It was mocking me. But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit, and I backed away.
No way did I want that smile in the same room as me.
So I got a roll of duct tape, and I started covering the window. I couldn’t look directly at it; it was terrifying just knowing it was watching me. But I couldn’t help it. I took a quick glance at that face. A small peek.
It was angry.
That grin was now a large frown full of teeth. The skin had ripped away from its mouth. A menacing rumble started to fill the house. I pulled down the duct tape. The rumble stopped, the skin healed over, and it began to smile again.
Now it’s night, and the noise hasn’t started again. There are no sounds, no rumble, no crackling glass. Everything’s quiet now.
But I can feel its claws gripping the back of my chair. I can hear its skin stretching as it smiles.
It’s watching me type.
Found this somewhere. Pretty good, no?
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hmnwilson wrote:
I'm pretty freaked out.
That thing has been there for almost a week. The figure in the window. It looks featureless, only skin on a human frame, and it's pressing itself against the glass somehow. I don't know how it got there, and I don't know how to get rid of it.
At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me. But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away... it wasn't there. I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through my door. But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me. I walked around my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there.
The thing is completely hairless, and it didn't look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all. But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room. When I sit on my computer, I can feel its stare boring into my neck. But when I turn around, it's innocently turned in a different direction.
Finally on Thursday I tried to open the window, but it's stuck. I think the thing's hands are keeping it down. But I got a good look at its face. Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin, pushing outward. It stared at me, smiling.
Of course, I screamed.
I smashed my fist against the glass, determined once and for all to get rid of the glaring monster. I know I’m strong enough. That glass should’ve cracked.
But it didn’t.
It shuddered under my hand, but it didn’t break. And that smile just got wider and wider and wider, until I thought its head would break in half. It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm. It was mocking me. But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit, and I backed away.
No way did I want that smile in the same room as me.
So I got a roll of duct tape, and I started covering the window. I couldn’t look directly at it; it was terrifying just knowing it was watching me. But I couldn’t help it. I took a quick glance at that face. A small peek.
It was angry.
That grin was now a large frown full of teeth. The skin had ripped away from its mouth. A menacing rumble started to fill the house. I pulled down the duct tape. The rumble stopped, the skin healed over, and it began to smile again.
Now it’s night, and the noise hasn’t started again. There are no sounds, no rumble, no crackling glass. Everything’s quiet now.
But I can feel its claws gripping the back of my chair. I can hear its skin stretching as it smiles.
It’s watching me type.Found this somewhere. Pretty good, no?
It is very good. Puts a creepy picture in my mind. Bad ending though
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