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| From: Stillblade
| Posted: 2/2/2004 12:27:03 PM | Message
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TO: JarOfMayo
Yeah it's kinda towards the
end. Keep playing, it's mad fun
:)
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Really
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| From: aznmagic2015
| Posted: 2/2/2004 9:36:25 PM | Message
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My mom told me this one the other day when I
asked her if any of my family members saw ghosts or anything;
My
great grandma's daughter died very young. So throughout her life she
would always see her dead daughter around the house in Hong Kong.
When she came to America she saw her less and less.
I got one
more I heard from one of my teachers;
My teacher is from the
Phillipines. Her father faught against the Japanese in WWII. When
the Japanese completly took over the Phillipines the Fillipino
people had to resort to gurilla warfare. So one day my teacher's
father was hiding out with a couple other gurillas in the jungle. It
was at night and there was this bright light in the jungle. My
teacher's father thought it was some Japanese looking for gurillas
in the area so they decided to ambush them. So they walked toward
the light until they were about 25 meters away. They opened fire on
the light. The light was still there and no screams were heard and
noone returned fire, so they thought it a Japanese tank that was
parked. They threw a grenade at the light but nothing happened. They
decided to stop doing anything and just observe the light. My
teacher's father finally told everyone in his group to walk up to
the light and see what it was. They started walking up to the light
slowly thinking it was a trap set up by the Japanese. When they
reached the light all they saw was just a light floating in the air.
They got scared and started to slowly back off. Eventually they went
far away so they couldn't see the light but they noticed that it was
following them so they ran thier asses off. After the sun came up
they decided to investigate the area where the light was and they
found nothing. When night came they went back to see if the light
was there but was ambushed by some Japanese. They killed the
Japanese, they didn't take any casualties so they decided to head
over to a village to lay low. When they got there they asked people
in the village about the light in the jungle which was visible from
the village. The villagers told them that the light is where the
Japanese massacred 800 villagers. They said that the light was
probably the souls of the villagers wondering around for
revenge. |
| From: emperorjigglypuff
| Posted: 2/2/2004 10:14:54 PM | Message
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I'm not sure but I thought I've heard about a
story when two pilots during ww2 thought they saw a strange orange
light in the air and when they got nearer to the light it
disappeared. then there were rumors about ufo's and such after the
event. i cant really remember but im sure someone told me about this
some time ago, just that i forgot most of it.
---
Jigglypuff
will rule all. You'll see. |
| From: Driver
8 | Posted: 2/3/2004 1:13:54 AM | Message
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I just started this thread, but that third story
about the red eye made me poop in my pants.
---
Ed Belfour's
2002-2003 Season Stats:
GAA- 2.28 // SVP- .922 // Wins- 34 |
| From: ArchDevil
| Posted: 2/3/2004 7:32:56 AM | Message
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bumpity bump.
this here is some spooky
stuff... *shivers*
---
Burning with anger, the ArchDevil hits
the Archangel for 150% damage |
| From: MetalHyper
| Posted: 2/3/2004 10:32:07 AM | Message
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I got a story. It's really not a ghost story
though.
There was a man once named Jack. Jack was an artist
and the only way he could make money is through painting pictures.
Lately he couldn't paint anything good. He was getting broke, and
probably the only one he had left was his girlfriend Merry. Merry
was always Jack's inspiration, she would sit in front of Jack as he
painted her. But this time around, he couldn't successfully do it.
One night, when Merry left, she said, "Don't worry. You'll
get out of this trouble, I promise." Jack was alone at night
painting as always. He than hears rock music outside on the balcony
and below his apartment. There was a punk teen blasting rock music
throughout the night. Soon Jack lost his temper and took a brick,
went outside to the balcony, and threw it at the teen. It hit his
head, and the teen died from major blood loss. For some reason, this
inspired Jack. He took his canvos and started to paint the horrific
scene, the teen, dead in the blood.
The next day, Jack woke
up and looked at his painting. He seemed confident, So he took it to
the Art Dealer. The art dealer was amazed, it was the best painting
Jack made in a long time. He said he would give Jack 10,000 dollars
for it. Jack accepted, but before he left the Art Dealer said, "You
know, you can make more of these paintings, and with each one I'll
pay you more than the last one." Jack said he'll think about it, and
left. Later that day Jack was painting Merry once again, he couldn't
focus, just couldn't paint her. Before Merry left, Jack said, "I
sold a painting today." Merry asked him which one it was, he said,
"Oh it..." He couldn't tell Merry he painted that horrific scene, so
he said, "...the one that I painted you earlier." Merry kissed Jack
good bye and left.
Later that night, Jack was painting
pictures, happy pictures. He just couldn't. He went downstairs the
apartment to the basement to get some old paints. His apartment
neighbor, an old lady, was also going there. She said, "Ooooh, it's
mighty slippery down there." Jack had an idea, so he said, "After
you ma'am." The old lady went down the basement carrying boxes.
Suddenly Jack pushed her. He took his canvos and paints and painted
the horrific scene. After he was done, he had to hide the paints.
For some reason, Jack was painting with the blood of his victims
now. He had to hide the picture and the paints. He covered the
picture with sheets, and put the paints in the cabinet.
The
next day Merry Came over. Jack was still sleeping, so she went in
his apartment to see if he done any improvement on the painting. She
pulled the sheets and was terried of what she saw. The same scene,
of the old lady, dead and bloody at the last steps of the basement.
She woke Jack up and told him it was over, since she couldn't live
with a man who was this horrific.
---
This is
Hypermega75, banned because no ****ing shared accounts
allowed. |
| From: MetalHyper
| Posted: 2/3/2004 10:32:28 AM | Message
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Later that day, Jack was destroying his art
room, angered. He took the painting and went to the art dealer. The
art dealer took it and gave Jack 20,000 dollars. Then he said, "If
you make one more of these, I'll pay you 200,000 dollars." Jack
refused, as he would never paint one of these again, little did he
know he would.
Later that night, Jack was walking down the
street when he saw Merry. He wanted to forgive her and gave chase.
She ran away from him and on to a street where she got hit by the
car. They rushed to the hospital, as the doctor said, "Jack, you
need 200,000 dollars for that operation. Once you agree to this, we
will send our best doctor to start surgery." Jack agreed, "For
Merry's sake, I'll will get that Money. Send the doctor." Jack
rushed out of the hospital looking for someone, ANYONE. "I have to
do this for Merry..." He than saw a man get out of the car. He took
a rope near by and strangled the man. Than he broke into the car and
found a sheet of paper. He started to paint it, he continued his
horrific deed than rushed to the art dealer. The art dealer agreed
as he said, "I knew you would come back, here." He gave Jack the
200,000 dollars Jack needed. He rushed back to the hospital as the
doctor he spoke over said, "It's too late Jack. Some homicidal
maniac killed the doctor when he was arriving at the hospital. He
was strangled."
Jack shocked, couldn't believe it. He went
inside the hospital and looked at Merry, already dead. He couldn't
believe it. Than the art dealer arrived next to Jack with a paint
brush as he said, "Might as well paint her."
---
This is
Hypermega75, banned because no ****ing shared accounts
allowed. |
| From: Driver
8 | Posted: 2/3/2004 12:19:34 PM | Message
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A woman lived in a rural American village during
WW2. She received a telegram telling her that her husband was killed
in combat. She grieved, and that night, could not sleep at all, so
she dressed and walked down to the local church. To her surprise, it
was crowded with people during a sermon in the middle of the night.
The crowd was dressed strangely and they spoke a strange
language.
She stood frozen at the door. The "preacher" began
to pass around the collection plate, and the strange denizens put in
an odd currency. They took notice of her and handed her the plate.
Frightened, she tried to explain that she did not have any money.
They shouted in their strange language and pointed to her finger --
her wedding band.
She tried to explain that she couldn't give
it to them; it was all she had left to remember her deceased husband
by. The preacher shouted, grabbed her hand, and ripped her finger
off! He put the bloody digit into the collection plate, and she
screamed and fainted.
When she woke up, she felt relieved -
her finger was intact, but her wedding band was gone. She found a
familiar face standing over her: her local preacher. Frantically,
she explained what had happened. The preacher walked over to the
collection plate and gasped. He took it and held it out in front of
her. There was nothing inside but her wedding ring.
---
Ed
Belfour's 2002-2003 Season Stats:
GAA- 2.28 // SVP- .922 // Wins-
34 |
| From: ryohazuki1
| Posted: 2/5/2004 7:03:06 AM | Message
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pretty good ones
:)
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ect.
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| From: orlock
| Posted: 2/5/2004 7:32:04 AM | Message
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As a small child I spent a lot of time staying
the weekends over at cousins or at my Grandmother's house. I was
staying the night at my cousin's house one Friday night when I had a
truly horrifying experience.
I was about ten or eleven years
old and my cousins and I had stayed up playing Atari and watching
television fairly late the night before. They were both girls, so I,
being male and a couple of years younger, was sleeping in a
different room than they were (teenage girls and their privacy).
Anyway, I was trying to go to sleep when I thought I saw one of my
cousins coming down the hallway through the open bedroom door. It
looked like she was crawling, kind of slinking along the floor. I
figured she was trying to creep up on me and scare me so I half shut
my eyes, still peeking down the hall, doing the "Hide and Seek
squint cheat", you know what I'm talking about. But as I squinted, I
kind of lost track of where she was, because after all, it WAS kind
of dark.
I opened my eyes a bit more and was peering down the
hall and saw her stand up. Only it wasn't my cousin, and it wasn't
quite standing. It kind of looked like a little kid that had fallen
down while crawling and was trying to get up but could only get as
far as up on it's hands, arms and chest and was kind of writhing
there in the hallway.
I got really freaked out and shut my
eyes so tight that it caused those purple spider-web lights to shoot
across my eyelids. Then I heard it coming up the hall.
I
opened my eyes again at the sound.
It caught the moonlight
spilling forth from the room I was in and looked like a horribly
malformed, misshapen child, nude except for a diaper, hobbling
towards the bedroom door. Looking straight at me.
I figured
it was another of the many funky things I saw as a child, so I shut
my eyes tightly again and I still heard it coming. Opening my eyes I
could see it had reached the entryway to the bedroom and was still
looking straight at me with it's twisted features. Then it's gnarled
lips curled into a salivating grin and it raised one of it's
mongoloid arms and pointed a stubby crooked finger at me. Then
raised both of its arms and came limping towards the bed as if it
wanted me to pick it up like an infant.
The room got really
cold and started to stink VERY badly.
At this point I was
petrified.
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly praying for it to
go away. Just as I felt a pressure on the bed. Something was
crawling in bed with me. I opened my eyes one last time to see it on
the bed with me no more than six inches from me trying to reach
toward my chest and drooling and looking at me with that look and
screamed my head off, then blacked out and had a seizure.(I have
have had a seizure disorder since birth.)
When I woke up I
told my Aunt about it (I've seen these types of things most of my
life). She said that the family that had owned the two story home
before them used to be foster parents to "special needs" children
and one of them, a three year old, had gotten very upset wanting his
real mother and had thrown a big temper tantrum.
He fell
from an upstairs banister and had died in that hallway.
The
family moved from the home and my Aunt and Uncle and Cousins moved
in. They had been using the children's room as an extra room for me
to sleep in when I came over.
Try imagining seeing this next
time you go to sleep with your bedroom door open. I can't sleep with
an open door ANYWHERE AROUND. Closet, bathroom or
otherwise...
---
As of now, Orlock, you are the official
King of the Paranormal/Conspiracy board.--CrouchingLeech Please sign
up at www.vci.net/~orlock
|
| From: TheBigGamer
| Posted: 2/5/2004 5:44:11 PM | Message
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scary..
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Are you staring at me or her?
cau'se you starting to freak me out. This is freddy kruegar ****
man. |
| From: MonkeyInCloset
| Posted: 2/5/2004 5:45:56 PM | Message
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11/24/2003
This topic has been around for
awhile now.
---
I'm currently waiting for Fiery Insides to say
something dumb so I can sig it. |
| From: Rich
Uncle Skeleton | Posted: 2/5/2004 6:19:25 PM | Message
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I was eating Rice from a local chinese food
take-out when a human finger came floating out of the box an then it
poked my eye out and robbed me blind * no pun intended*... actually
that never happend but it would be a cool story
---
"Rin ,Din,
Din, Din, Dirt Bikes" |
| From: sora
hokousha | Posted: 2/5/2004 9:03:08 PM | Message
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btw any one knows bout the movie that the puzzle
came from???
---
The art of sword is the art of killing.No
matter what fancy words you use or what titles you put to it,that is
the only truth-Himura Kenshin |
| From: sora
hokousha | Posted: 2/5/2004 11:26:15 PM | Message
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bump
---
The art of sword is the art of
killing.No matter what fancy words you use or what titles you put to
it,that is the only truth-Himura Kenshin |
| From: Ken44
2 | Posted: 2/6/2004 12:20:39 AM | Message
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In ancient Japan, there was a boy who was
borne into a rich family. The boy's parents died of an early death,
leaving the boy with the entire family fortune. However, the boy
loved two things, gambling and his pet white cat, which he loved
deeply. The boy gambled away all his parent's money until he was
reduced to living on the streets as a beggar in rags with his cat.
Even with nothing, he still managed to clean, care, and love his cat
earnestly.
One night, the boy was talking to his cat as he
laid on the cold streets. "If I only have some money to buy myself
some clothes and get a job" pleaded the boy. His pet cat stared him
with a compassionate look and after purring a "Meow", it ran off
suddenly. The boy tried to follow his cat, but he lost it.
The next morning, the boy woke up and found his cat, looking
a little bit more tired than usual, by his side with three small
pieces of gold. The boy was excited and he immeadiadiatly went to
find a job to restart his life with the three small pieces of gold.
However, the boy's addiction to gambling overwhelmed him and he lost
his three pieces of gold to an underground Casio. The boy returned,
jobless and penniless, to his cat. The boy whimpered "if I just have
an other chance to try again." The cat again stared a compassionate
look and gave a weak "Meow" and limped into the night. The boy was
too saddened to give chase.
The next morning, the boy found
his cat by his side with another three small pieces of gold. "I will
not fail this time" he said as he took the three pieces of gold and
went to buy some decent clothes so he would look presentable to a
possible future boss. Again, the boy's addiction overpowered him and
he wasted the three pieces of gold on a gambling game. The boy
returned to his cat, sad and frustrated. "I am a failure" the boy
said to his white cat. The cat stared at him weakly with eyes, it
whimpered a "Meow" and limped slowly and sickly off into the night.
As the boy watch his cat limped slowly away, the boy wondered, how
the hell did his cat get him all these pieces of gold? The boy
concluded that his cat must know a secret jackpot somewhere and he
followed his cat. The boy easily followed his cat undetected,
because his cat was struggling just to gain a step forward, unlike
the first time when he chased it. The boy followed his cat into a
small abandoned temple. The boy peaked out from a rock and spied on
the cat, wondering where the jackpot of gold was hidden in the
temple. The boy saw his cat move into the center of the temple and
raised his right paw up and murmured a "Meow". Out of nowhere, a
spirit appeared in front of the cat. The spirit boomed "You have
sold all your non vital organs, are you sure you want to sell what
is left of you?" The cat gave a weak nod and gasped "Meow Meow" The
spirit replied in surprised voice "are you sure you want to sell
everything that is left of you?" The cat stared at the direction
where the boy was hiding, knowing that his master was there, and it
gave a weak but determined "Meow". The boy, realized what was about
to happen, leaped out of his hiding place and screamed "No, don't do
it!" But it was too late. The exchange was already made, and the
spirit and his white cat both disappeared into thin air, and all
that remained were three small pieces of gold. The boy, his face
covered with tears, picked up the three pieces of gold and made a
promise to his cat that he would start a new life with these three
pieces of gold that his cat had sacrificed his life for.
The
boy later was able to start an extremely successful chain
restaurant, and in every single restaurant, he placed a statue of
his white cat, thanking him for his sacrifice.
Note: When
you go to a Japanese store/restaurant, you will most likely see a
statue of this white cat. The statue stands for the owner's thanks
to all the people that sacrificed their time, and even their life,
for their prosperity
Was that a true story? Tell me more
man I love Japan.
---
I'll give head for Karma. |
| From: pitolava
| Posted: 2/6/2004 1:49:22 AM | Message
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Alright, here's my contribution to this little
event.
At the age of 6, my little brother was in a car
accident. Lightning struck our old Chevy as it travelled across a
bridge and my dad veered off. My brother Damon was thrown out of the
car only to land on his jaw and break it clean in several places.
Since then, he has used metal braces and hasn't spoken. Our parents
died, leaving us to live with our Aunt Tina.
I am now 17, my
brother only a year younger than I. Since my aunt is single, I
thought it the best thing to do to get a job. Now I pay for a large
amount of the house-hould nuances everyone dislikes. I'd love to go
to college someday and get a degree, but for now I'm stuck
supporting my aunt and still mute brother. Damon is a good kid,
really. I give him a hard time a lot because I figure he has to talk
eventually, even if he doesn't like the headgear.
It was
very early one morning, as I dressed to go to work. Inventory was a
pain in the ass, and I needed to arrive three hours early. Damon was
sleeping, but I woke him.
"Hey bro, when Aunt Tina gets up,
tell her I went to work early, aight?"
He nodded sleepily.
Now
I really was fed up. Years of grief exploded out of me, released
from pent-up emotions I'd long ago forgotten.
"Damon, you
speak right now. I know you can! Don't be a frigging moron and act
like you can't! I don't know why we kept you around all these years,
you don't do anything! You're useless! You should have died with mom
and dad!"
For a second, I thought he was actually going to
speak his first words in ten years. Damon slowly but surely
unscrewed the metal wires coming out of his jaw, leaving his mouth
open only slightly. He cleared his throat, as he was about to speak.
A woman's voice came from him, one I always remembered and
loved.
"Son, we miss you. I'm sorry we left you."
Then my
father...
"We're sorry son, I wish it could have been
different."
Then my brother reached four fingers into his
mouth, and pulled. His cheeks tore apart, exposing rotten bleeding
flesh. The lower half of his jaw sunk seven inches, making his face
into a banshee-like maw of red tissue. He thrust out his fist to
grab my tie, and pulled me close.
The last thing I remember
before his mouth closed upon my head, was a faint voice of a little
boy...
"I did die."
---
Let's just say that
Dean has a better chance at winning the election than you finding a
Zod. ~xGhostSniperx |
| From: Ken44
2 | Posted: 2/6/2004 3:34:40 AM | Message
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So did that really happen pitolava? Are you
still in your brothers mouth or did you get out? Did you take him to
a hospital because that must hurt like hell and you aunt should kick
your ass for making him do it.
---
I'll give head for
Karma. |
| From: pitolava
| Posted: 2/6/2004 10:32:30 AM | Message
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Ken, I wish you bad fortune.
---
Let's
just say that Dean has a better chance at winning the election than
you finding a Zod. ~xGhostSniperx |
| From: xAzNx
| Posted: 2/6/2004 1:10:23 PM | Message
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| [This message was deleted at the request of the
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| From: xAzNx
| Posted: 2/6/2004 1:10:38 PM | Message
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nice story. but if you died... how would you
have written the story? oh btw 350TH
POST'D
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| From: holyfrog77
| Posted: 2/6/2004 5:11:06 PM | Message
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In the art story it seems Jack could put the
souls of people into paintings and sell them to
satan.
---
Long time no see Sonic, my loathsome copy!-Metal
Overlord-Sonic Heroes |
| From: BlaZeN
GuNzZ | Posted: 2/6/2004 9:32:47 PM | Message
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bump
---
You know you play to much CS when
you poop on the floor and pick it up and eat it - Stalemate on the
Steam Forums. |
| From: Stillblade
| Posted: 2/7/2004 6:21:39 AM | Message
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cool interpretation,
holyfrog
---
www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/subliminal.html
Really
creepy. Check it out |
| From: Jumper
| Posted: 2/7/2004 8:23:19 AM | Message
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Tag, these are awesome.
---
Well, I
enjoy pulling on my nipples very much. Whenever I get excited I pull
on them like they were some crazy nipple pulley things.
~Doomnow |
| From: aznstealthsnake
| Posted: 2/7/2004 11:32:55 AM | Message
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Bumped
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../|,-`ŻŻ`\(o)_\,----,,,_
I SEE YOU
(
`\(o),,_/` Ż : o : : :o `-,
. |
| From: dude
ranch | Posted: 2/7/2004 4:05:43 PM | Message
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weird
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You've just wasted 5 minutes of
your game time... |
| From: Red
Helix | Posted: 2/8/2004 8:25:54 PM | Message
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tag
---
No one dies a virgin. Life
screws us all.
I love Arcon. |
| From: EmirSEAL
| Posted: 2/9/2004 6:22:16 PM | Message
Detail |
Tag
---
*AlgeriA* |
| From: Moroboshi
| Posted: 2/10/2004 11:56:53 AM | Message
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tag
---
http://shell.xenos.net/~madducks/
"Neither
a fortress nor a maidenhead will hold out long after they begin to
Parley" -Benjamin Franklin |
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