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| From: SatanicAmoeba
| Posted: 11/30/2003 1:02:36 PM | Message
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I have more but I've been awake almost 48 hours.
However, I might post more soon.
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White Demons Attempt
To Take Away our Holy Motherland, But Great And Powerful
Father-Emperor Deflects Them With Winds From God: The Story Of
WW2 |
| From: ryohazuki1
| Posted: 11/30/2003 1:04:20 PM | Message
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that was
AWESOME
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| From: SatanicAmoeba
| Posted: 11/30/2003 1:32:17 PM | Message
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Several centuries ago, something haunted a small
fishing village huddled among the rock falls fringing a Norwegian
fjord. For five long years, something wandered near the houses and
wailed on the wind. A fisherman in the village was the first to
discover what it was.
This is how he learned. He lay one
night among his family in their hut of roughly chinked logs, and on
that night, although the wind mumbled around the walls and rattled
at the latch, no crying was heard and no footsteps pattered outside.
For the first time in years, the only noises were natural ones, and
the fisherman slept soundly.
In the small hours, however, he
was roused by the goats that shared the family's hut. They had begun
to shuffle uneasily in the straw. He looked around with the
alertness of the suddenly awakened. But nothing seemed amiss. The
air was close with the fetor of animals and the breath of the
sleeping children, nestled together for warmth. Beside him, his wife
lay deep in dreams.
Then he saw what had disturbed the goats.
A patch of moonlight fell on the back of the door, and in its light
the fisherman discerned a thin thread of smoke uncoiling from the
keyhole. The merest wisp of vapour, it sank lazily toward the floor,
vanishing in the gloom. The man's eyes strained to follow it and
caught, near the base of the door, a glimmer uncannily like bare
skin.
He watched transfixed as the faint luminosity resolved
itself into human - or near human - form. Crawling from the
darkness, its skin blue with cold, its ribs starting from a withered
torso and its wide eyes fastened on his own, was am apparition of
his own child, an infant boy who had died five years before. The
ghost approached across the straw-strewn floor in silence. Jolted
into action at last, the man shook his wife awake.
She gave a
whimper of recognition as the infant crept across her legs and
belly. The man snatched at the small figure, thinking to pull it
away, but his hands closed on a substance as cold, hard and
inexorable as glacial ice. His wife gasped for breath as the weight
of the ghost crushed her chest. The little arms reached for her
face. Tiny hands churned for an instance in the mother's eye
sockets, and the next moment, the apparition was gone. The woman's
whimper rose to a scream, and blood welled where her eyes had been.
She was blind. The following night, the wailing and the pattering in
the lanes around the village began again - and would continue for
many years.
To give some background information: The infant
ghost had been born sickly into a family that already had too many
mouths to feed, and it had been exposed. The fisherman and his wife
had scratched a shallow grave in the wilds outside their hamlet and
left the child alone there to die and stiffen in the stinging cold.
Death soon released the child's spirit from the little body. Later
that same day, the fisherman covered the grave. He and his wife felt
no remorse.
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White Demons Attempt To Take Away our Holy
Motherland, But Great And Powerful Father-Emperor Deflects Them With
Winds From God: The Story Of WW2 |
| From: ryohazuki1
| Posted: 11/30/2003 1:35:33 PM | Message
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what...the...****...
that was a weird
one
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| From: SatanicAmoeba
| Posted: 11/30/2003 1:42:39 PM | Message
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A shorter tale for my lazy brethren:
He
woke up frightened and reached for a match, and a match was put into
his hand.
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White Demons Attempt To Take Away our Holy
Motherland, But Great And Powerful Father-Emperor Deflects Them With
Winds From God: The Story Of WW2 |
| From: Geoform
187 | Posted: 11/30/2003 2:23:52 PM | Message
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Hey, thanks for the match,
buddy!
o_O
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"And to all my Japanese friends, feliz
navidad!" - "Weird Al" Yankovic |
| From: SatanicAmoeba
| Posted: 11/30/2003 2:27:13 PM | Message
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Amid the forested mountains of northern Sweden
in centuries past, the long winter nights were crowded with the
restless, greedy dead. The living, isolated for months in villages
hidden among the fir trees, stayed indoors for the most part: They
knew the darkness did not belong to them; they knew that things
could happen outside the safe circle of the hearth that were best
not risked or even thought of. This was especially true in the
winter solstice, as a Christmas tale relates.
In her cottage
on a hillside, a woman was awakened early one Christmas morning by
church bells echoing in the air. When the peal creased, she peered
out the window. It was dark, as it would be until almost noon at
that time of the year, but far below she saw that the doors of the
village church were thrown open and its light was streaming out in
welcome. Although she could not be sure of the hour, it was clear
that Christmas service was about to begin. In some haste, the woman
dressed, wrapped herself in her warmest shawl, and taking a lantern
to light her way, set out down the hill for the church.
None
of her neighbors were in view, and nothing broke the enveloping
silence except the occasional crackle of ice falling from tree
branches and the crunching of the snow underfoot. As she neared the
little church, however, she heard snatches of singing borne on the
air, and she walked faster, spurred by the thought of warmth and
companionship.
At the open church door, she set down her
lantern and composed her thoughts to suit the joyful day. Within the
nave were rows of hooded heads, her neighbors had been more alert
than she, it seemed. Intoning psalms at the head of the congregation
was a priest, robed not in the pristine white of this great festival
but in indeterminate gray. He looked up at the woman peering into
the church and bent once more to his prayers so his face was
hidden.
She crept up the aisle between the rows of chanting
worshippers, searching for a place to sit. Then help came: A gentle
hand grasped her elbow and a soft voice spoke into her ear: "This
way, dear one." Her rescuer guided her to the front of the church.
The singers seated there shuffled sideways on their bench to make
room, but such was their intentness on the hymn that not one looked
up or greeted her. She sat down meekly, and her guide sat beside
her.
Having settled herself in the pew, the woman turned to
her helper. But the words died on her lips. The person sitting
beside her had thrown back her concealing hood. The woman recognized
the face at once, although it was much changed: It was the face of
her beloved sister, whom she herself had laid in her coffin that
autumn, before the first snowfall.
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White Demons Attempt
To Take Away our Holy Motherland, But Great And Powerful
Father-Emperor Deflects Them With Winds From God: The Story Of
WW2 |
| From: SatanicAmoeba
| Posted: 11/30/2003 2:28:19 PM | Message
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The sister laid a bony hand upon the woman's
arm, and the damaged face twisted into an expression that might have
been pleading. It was hard to tell, for the head was little more
than gleaming bone, still adorned with pasty shreds of flesh. The
lipless mouth stretched open to speak, and a gust of odor - a sweet,
necrotic scent tinged with the smell of earth - swept across the
living visitor. No sound came from the mouth. But all around the
woman eddied the almost toneless chanting of the clustered
congregation.
She pulled her arm free from the bony clasp and
began to inch across the bench. The figure gestured, and the woman
found her voice. "You are the dead," she cried out
sharply.
At once, as if a spell had been broken, the singing
stopped, and a profound and listening silence settled upon the
congregation. Heads turned towards her, hoods fell back. Shufflings
and rufflings began, and whisperings without words.
The woman
felt a hand on her shoulder and jerked around. Behind her was a
gleaming skeleton and beside it another. All up and down the shadowy
rows swayed the figures of the dead. Some, still partially clothed
in flesh, she recognized: They were people from the village, or had
been not long ago. Here a shoulder blade protruded from the rags of
a dress; there, wisps of hair clung to a whitened skull. Some of the
figures were no more than bone, and these she could not recognize.
Some, no doubt dead the longest, had faded to almost transparent
shadows.
The congregation began to move, drifting in a blind
and stumbling sort of way toward the living being among them, hands
cupped to ears or outstretched, feeling the air. Her sister's voice
sounded again close by. "They have heard you. Run, before they find
you, for they will have you with them if they can: They hunger for
fresh company."
And the woman rose trembling to her feet. She
was as quiet as she could be, but each skull turned at once in her
direction, and bony fingers pointed. She edged off the bench and
slipped into the aisle. The ragged figures, clutching at one
another, twittering and clicking their teeth, stretching their faces
in gleaming grins, began to close in.
Stepping as lightly as
she could, she hurried down the aisle, but they swarmed behind her,
unerringly following the sound of her footsteps. She ran, smelling
the earth smell and the stench of death, and at her back she felt
sharp prodding. A hand grasped her shoulder, she shook it off.
Fingers clutched at her shawl as she gained the door, and she
slipped from the fabric and leaped out into the cold night air.
Behind her, a single howl issued from the church, and that was
all.
Gibbering with fear, she made for her priest's house, to
find him just awake and preparing for Christmas Mass. After she told
her tale, the priest himself, holding his crucifix high before him,
led her back to the church.
The church was empty and
peaceful. The shawl - or what was left of it - lay near the door, it
was torn and clawed almost beyond
recognition.
---
White Demons Attempt To Take Away our
Holy Motherland, But Great And Powerful Father-Emperor Deflects Them
With Winds From God: The Story Of WW2 |
| From: holyfrog77
| Posted: 11/30/2003 2:40:23 PM | Message
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hey I've read a story simaler to that
before
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You must fly endlessly high into the sky like a
bird-Ayane Ukiya-Gate Keepers 21 |
| From: UnfortunateB0B
| Posted: 11/30/2003 2:43:58 PM | Message
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A priest, a rabbi, and a clown walk into a pub
and the bartender says, "She's been dead for 9
years!"
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What ARE you two doing?! I thought you said
something about a nice little slide show?
How about into the
"now"?! |
| From: splash504
| Posted: 11/30/2003 3:56:49 PM | Message
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^^^
lol, very scary. |
| From: rexcowbam
| Posted: 11/30/2003 6:06:18 PM | Message
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The white wolf and the black witch:
Long
ago, legends told of a white wolf and a black witch, these creatures
were beileved to be one, yet, they were also seperate beings. The
wolf could become the witch, the witch could become the wolf, they
could act as one or seperate beings.
There were three very
well known encounters of this phenomenon. A couple staying on the
top floor of a country inn looked out the window of their room to
see a black witch with jet black wings hovering next to the
window.
A man out in the woods cutting lumber noticed the
absence of his dog which had been with him a moment before. He
looked over his shoulder to see his dog being carried of by a
ferocious looking, white wolf.
With these being said, the
most chilling of the encounters can be
told.
-----------------------------------------
Jack was
tired of life in the city, everyday was the same, crowded streets,
constant crime rate, he was sick of it all.
However, jack had a
cabin out in the woods. This cabin was situated far, far out in the
country, "it will be peacfull there" jack thought to
himself.
Jack set out on a bright Friday morning for his
cabin, he was there within a couple hours and began to unpack, soon
he was completely situated in his cabin. And spent his first week
fishing and relaxing.
However, Jack noticed each night as he
lay in bed, sounds coming from the woods, animal shrieks showing
great pain and a constant tap, tap, tap, as if someone was tapping
two twigs together. The sounds discouraged Jack a bit, but he
brushed them off.
The last night of his stay in the woods,
Jack was awoken by a light coming from the woods, a memory suddenly
entered his mind.
He was 12, he, his elder brother, and his
younger sister were playing in the woods, she had went off to play
with her wooden tapping sticks, he and his brother went off to fish.
When they returned to where there sister had been, she was not
there. They assumed she had gone home, however, when they returned
there weeping parents had informed them that she had been found
murdered, and seen drifting down the river with her arms and legs
sliced off.
Jack was drawn towards the light, he soon
realized it was a large bonfire, a voice in the back of his head
told him to go towards it, he soon exited his cabin and made his way
towards the bonfire.
To Jack's horror, the forest was
littered with the corpses of mutilated animals, each with its throat
ripped out. George was now at the site of the bonfire. He stood for
a moment, wondering who had built this fire and where they were
now.
Suddenly a large, white wolf leapt out from behind a
nearby tree, knocking Jack to the ground, it held him there its
teeth bared.
Jack was too frightened to struggle, he soon
noticed the figure of a witch hovering above the fire, it produced a
large knife and proceeded to seperate the arms and legs from Jack's
trembeling body. After this was done, the witch and the wolf dragged
Jack over to the nearby river, before he was thrown in, Jack saw the
figure of his younger sister, playing her tapping sticks like she
always used to.
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"Games don't kill people. People kill
people."-Algus, Summer 2003 Contest board
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| From: UnfortunateB0B
| Posted: 11/30/2003 6:18:23 PM | Message
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why isn't there an asian witch or spanish
wolf?!?
THE HUMANITY!!!!!!!!!!
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What ARE you two
doing?! I thought you said something about a nice little slide
show?
How about into the "now"?! |
| From: ryohazuki1
| Posted: 11/30/2003 7:15:08 PM | Message
Detail |
good story rex,but how did his name change from
Jack to George :)
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| From: AbeOfZanarkand729
| Posted: 11/30/2003 9:27:53 PM | Message
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heres one, i got this from a book. I don't think
it's that scary, but some people have told me it really freaked them
out, so here you go:
Three old men shared a room at the
nursing home. Their room only had one window, but for them it was
the only link to the real world. Ted, who had been there the
longest, had the bed next to the window. When Ted died, the man in
the next bed, George, took his place; and the third man, Richard,
took George's bed.
Despite his illness, George was a cheerful
man who spent his days describing the sights he could see from his
bed-pretty girls, a policeman on horseback, a traffic jam, a pizza
parlor, a fire station and other scenes of life
outside.
Richard loved to listen to George. But the more
George talked about life outside, the more Richard wanted to see it
for himself. Yet he knew that only when George died would he have
the chance. He wanted to look out that window so badly that one day
he decided to kill George. "He is going to die soon anyway," he told
himself. "What difference would it make?"
George had a bad
heart. If he had an attack during the night and a nurse could not
get to him right away, he had pills he could take. He kept them in a
bottle on top of the cabinet between his bed and Richard's. All
Richard had to do was knock the bottle to the floor where George
could not reach it.
A few nights later George died just as
Richard had planned he would. And the next morning Richard was moved
to the bed by the window. Now he would see for himself all the
things outside that George had described.
After the nurses
had left, Richard turned to the window and looked out. But all he
could see was a blank brick wall.
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XD is a emoticon,
like :) or iIPHIP. Okay, I made that second example up by dropping
my cat on the keyboard, but still. - Cow on RI board |
| From: shoeshineboy
| Posted: 11/30/2003 9:30:25 PM | Message
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yeah, ive read that one millions of times
before. still, its an awesome story.
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may be you need to
lern english case i have no problms with mine- Hans Go |
| From: ryohazuki1
| Posted: 11/30/2003 9:39:39 PM | Message
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that was just
weird...
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| From: LaDainian
Tomlinson | Posted: 11/30/2003 10:08:10 PM | Message
Detail |
TeH TaG
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Chargers - 2-9 Next Game - KC Chiefs (10-1)
LaDainian
Tomlinson - 1066 rushing yards, 5.4 Avg. per carry |
| From: Corax
the Damned | Posted: 12/1/2003 9:35:11 AM | Message
Detail |
| Why was there a blank brick wall, I don't
understand. |
| From: AbeOfZanarkand729
| Posted: 12/1/2003 12:03:38 PM | Message
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hehe i dont get it either =P
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XD is a
emoticon, like :) or iIPHIP. Okay, I made that second example up by
dropping my cat on the keyboard, but still. - Cow on RI board |
| From: Dark
Terror | Posted: 12/1/2003 1:26:24 PM | Message
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Revenge, or George was insane.
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of the hottest bar on Gamefaqs,
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| From: MoonMan456
| Posted: 12/1/2003 1:50:31 PM | Message
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Abe, I have that SAME BOOK
man.
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"There's a storm coming.Can you feel it?"-Fatal
Fury
"Logic is such a liar."-Max Payne (~The MoonMan~ 11 Time
Hardcore Champ) |
| From: rexcowbam
| Posted: 12/1/2003 3:24:48 PM | Message
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Sorry about the error in my story, where it said
George it should have been Jack.
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"Games don't kill people.
People kill people."-Algus, Summer 2003 Contest board
|
| From: Geoform
187 | Posted: 12/1/2003 3:38:05 PM | Message
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The way I interpreted the story about the guys
in the nursing home was that George had been making all that up, and
It's kind of ironic because Richard had killed George for no reason.
Not that scary.
Or, maybe the brick wall appeared because
George put it there. Beats me.
---
"And to all my Japanese
friends, feliz navidad!" - "Weird Al" Yankovic |
| From: shoeshineboy
| Posted: 12/1/2003 4:18:52 PM | Message
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Probably not the same book. I myself own 3 or
four different books with the same stories in it. Most scary stories
books have the same core 5-15 stories in them. An instant classic is
that one
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may be you need to lern english case i have no
problms with mine- Hans Go |
| From: GamingWorld
| Posted: 12/1/2003 4:48:13 PM | Message
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Post more! These are great.
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to Microsoft Telnet Client
ALL YOUR BOARD ARE BELONG TO
C-NET |
| From: lVlasterchief
| Posted: 12/1/2003 4:59:04 PM | Message
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bump
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"Obey your Master!" -
Metallica |
| From: gameguy89
| Posted: 12/1/2003 5:36:15 PM | Message
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Does anyone remember that story on the last
thread about those two college girls and one went to a party and the
other stayed home to study for a test? I'm a really crappy
storyteller, so I don't want to ruin the story but I was just trying
to refresh anybody else's mind about it so that they could write it
here. It was a pretty freaky story... IMO, at
least.
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4224
"So, if you are an ex-lacrosse player, does that make you
Ex-Lax? :-D"-gondee |
| From: wallap2002
| Posted: 12/1/2003 6:44:07 PM | Message
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is that the one where the girl from the party
comes home but doesn't want to turn on the light so not to disturb
the one thats sleeping and then next day the one who was sleeping
was found murderd and in blood or something there was writing on the
wall and it said "arn't you glad you didn't turn on the light" or
something like
that
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| From: Gambit61
| Posted: 12/1/2003 8:17:17 PM | Message
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That's it.
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Gambit- I'm a t'ief when
all else fails... an' all else failed. |
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