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helltank wrote:

Pokemon Sapphire got me hooked on the game. I researched more about this wonderful world, and eventually discovered Bulbapedia. After a few weeks of eager surfing, I came across the Lavender Town rumor. I was very superstitious, and believed the stories. But I was also curious, and finally got my hands on the Pokemon Red game(where the myth originated), thanks to Ebay.

  I immediately checked the cartridge for any flaws, fearful that I might have a hacked game. I found none. I started up a game, and saw that there was already a saved file. I was still suspicious and deleted it, starting a new game. The game, luckily, went as per normal, although the graphics were bad. I tensed a little when Lavender Town came, but nothing bad happened.

  The first strange thing was when I battled Blue. His pokemon sprites were distorted and his last pokemon was Pikachu, which I don't know he owned. After a long battle, I finally whittled his last level 100 Pokemon to 8 hp. And then the Pikachu used Perish Song. Unimpressed, I tried to finish it off, but it said my pokemon refused to move.

  After 3 turns, both pokemon died, of course. I thought I'd win, since I still have a nice, shiny Rayquaza in my party, and Blue didn't have anything left. But instead, my Rayquaza was forced to battle Blue. I didn't know why I didn't turn off my Gameboy. I just couldn't. I was too fascinated.

  Anyway, after my Rayquaza used an ineffective move against Blue, Blue used Takedown, and my Rayquaza was instantly defeated. Frustrated at the annoying hack, I stared angrily, but then Red was forced to battle Blue.

  The moves were weird. Stuff like Destroy, Death Ring and Doomsday. I picked Death Ring randomly, and a horrible noise came out of the speakers. Something like a mixture between the Lavender Town music and a distorted version of Pikachu's death sound, except played at a much higher pitch and 3 times as loud. I threw the Gameboy against the wall, and it crashed and broke, stopping the endless, screeching noise.

  My life was never the same after that. Sure, I wasn't possessed by a ghost or any thing like that, but I was always creeped out by Pokemon Red after that.

  And sometimes, late at night, I can hear the noise again. It always comes from the broken Gameboy in my junk box.

WELL DISCONNECT THE BLOODY SPEAKER!

It's disconnected! But there's still a noise....    This is an original story and it's not true, btw.

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THE TREES ----WET YOUR PANTS!
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Now this was no ordinary morning. No ordinary morning at all. Just before sunrise. Two trees could be easily located. In the far distance, two birds flew overhead. Once they reached between the two trees, they froze. In that instance, some dirt fell off the trees and that froze as well. Giving the appearance of a face. How could it be though? Did gravity not take affect on the dirt. What about the birds? If they're not flapping their wings in midair, wouldn't they just fall to the ground? That wasn't the case in this situation. Unfortunately, Chizuko was the only one who happened upon it. In fact, it seems like she's always the one happening across these type of things. She was quite startled, but eventually her shock died down. Chizuko simply rubbed her eyes and slid back into the house with the daily newspaper in hand. At this moment, the birds continued to fly away again, and the dirt just fell to the ground.

Within a few hours time, Chizuko found herself concentrating outside the window. What she saw was almost too much to believe. Snow covered the ground. The weird thing is, it was the middle of summer!

Chizuko was astonished. Snow? In the middle of summer? That only happens in the poles, she thought. Never had she ever experienced anything like this before in her life. That's when she decided to take a walk outside to see what's going on. She looked ahead of her. Miles and miles of snow lay afar in the distance. Little Chizuko began her trekk. Looking back at her house, she could see a mound of snow blanketing it. The girl went through trails. She went through the woods all by herself. Only stopping once to look for a boat to cross the river.



The next day, she went outside again, only to find a destroyed forest around her.

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Hope that was mysterious and scary too you all.
Thanks for reading it.

militarydudes wrote:

A guy was born, lived, and died.m                 

That is life

This is also pretty scary...(I guess)

...and don't forget this...(Maybe scary)

Okay...I got this story from somewhere some time ago and thought I could share it with you...
October 25, 2006


It was about 7 years ago when I first heard this amazing story. And even now it still makes me think, and question about what may lay beyond this simple thin dimension of what we call relativity. I sat down with an older lady for dinner, along side my mother who was one of her close friends. Everything seemed normal enough, and somehow we got on the subject of the 'paranormal'. She then turned serious. We asked her if she had ever encountered anything weird, and after a pause she said yes and started with the story. She grew up in a very rural village in Mexico, where the children had to stay home and work around the house rather than go to school. She made the point so clear, there was no television, and there were no books available. As customary for early morning work, the children were sent off to the nearest stream or river to fetch water. She grabbed the clay jug and proceeded to the nearest stream. She approached the bank and placed the jug into the stream to fill up with water when she then heard a strange sound. From across the waterway there was laughter, with an almost sinister and humorous tone. She glanced about and saw nothing, but the laughter continued. The voice was different from us, it was rather soft and high in pitch. And then to her surprise she sees what was making the laughter. She glances at the figure for a long quick moment, and in her state of shock drops the clay jug which shatters on the rocks and runs home. She reminded us that she never has told this story to anybody else to this day. She would be deemed insane. She proceeded to describe what she saw in detail of this figure. It was about 8 inches tall, had fish-like teeth, had red colored clothing, shoes with curls at the end, a elongated saggy pointy hat, and white beard. She said looking back it kind of looks like Santa Claus's outfit, but yet she never knew what Santa Claus was until she migrated to the United States many years later. Growing up she had no access to books, toys, or anything, the only life she knew was a hard working one. This leaves no room for superstitions nor fantasy.

Upon going home she told her mom what she saw down by the stream, and how from being so scared she broke the jug. The parents obviously thought she was lying and for breaking the jug she was beat. Being from a poor family having to replace a clay jug was something they could not afford. After that she said she forgot about the incident.

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2:37 a.m. August 13, 2010

At first, strange noises in the night didn't seem to bother me. Mild stuff like doors shutting by themselves didn't freak me out at all. All was well.

But tonight, I heard something weird. I had just thrown a sleepover Friday the 13th slumber party, and I heard a low grumbling noise. I disregarded it and thought it was probably just one of my friends muttering in her sleep, but I heard it again, this time more clear and distinct.

I jolted upright in my sleeping bag and looked around. All of my friends were sleeping soundly, just snoring.

I must be going mental, I thought, and I rolled back in my sleeping bag and tried my best to not think about it.

Then I heard it again, but it was coming from the kitchen. I looked there, and saw that the lights had turned on, and the fridge was open.

Then it shut by itself.

It couldn't have been the wind, because not one window was open. Then the small television set at the back of the living room switched on, and a Wendy's ad blared.

This time all of my friends woke up. How did that happen? I turned to the couch and saw that the TV remote was right there, as if no one touched it. I grabbed it and turned the TV off, and then flopped back into my sleeping bag.

Then I heard it. A loud blood-curdling cry that came right out of one of my friend's mouths.

I swerved toward the direction of where the scream came from, and one of the sleeping bags were empty. She was right there, just a few minutes ago.

I went back to sleep, and thirteen minutes later, a large hand clasped my mouth. My screams were muffled, but then the hand let go of me. I turned around to see that nobody was there, and then I turned around to see that none of my friends were in their sleeping bags.

Then I saw a dark red fluid pour out of each of the bags, and my eyes widened. This can't be happening. Stuff like this doesn't happen.

The large glass vase on the side table shattered into tiny shards, and the TV screen broke. The radio started playing Lady Gaga, but then the connection was lost. The antenna got ripped right off the radio by an invisible force, and the lights in the kitchen turned on again.

I swerved around and saw a large kitchen knife with a shiny silver blade floating in the air. Then a mouth materialized in the air, grinning, showing rotten teeth, and then the knife was hurled across the room. It got stuck to the wall.

One of my friends had crawled out of the sleeping bags, and I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that one of them was still there. But then she got pulled back in, and I heard screaming and stabbing.

I made a run for the phone and dialed 911. "Hello?" I said desperately. "There's a haunting going on in my house. You've got to help me!"

But no one answered. Then I heard the low grumbling noise again, this time on the phone. I heard a menacing voice whisper, "I've gotten your friends. Now I'm going to get you..."

I hung up and looked around. In the kitchen, a drawer opened, and another knife came out. I backed up until I reached a wall and couldn't anymore as the knife advanced.

The grin materialized again. "I am not going to kill you, like I did with your friends. You will be under [i]my[i] control..."

"Who are you?" I shouted.

The invisible figure came in sight, and it was a large man with a pumpkin for a head. He dropped the knife and plucked his pumpkin-head right off of his body. "You'll never know..." And he hurled the pumpkin at the wall.

Flames started to engulf me, and I cried in pain until I stopped. I breathed several times, and bent down to pick up the kitchen knife.

And I grinned.
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Weird, huh? It's not my best, but it's okay.

...Did I put the n00bish Tails Doll fanfic in here yet? i forgot.

PW132 wrote:

...Did I put the n00bish Tails Doll fanfic in here yet? i forgot.

Tailsdoll killed random dude the end.

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