Vlad K
11/5/2013 11:08:41 pm
The Basement
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Connor H
11/6/2013 12:37:53 am
On a dark, blood moon lit night in late November, Chris was taking his usual casual stroll through the cemetery. He liked to go there to think and be by himself; away from all the hustle and bustle of city life. Suddenly, he noticed a girl off in the distance. He cautiously approached her and started a conversation. They immediately hit it off. After several of these little midnight strolls together, he eventually fell in love with the girl. He gathered up the courage to see if she wanted to meet during the day so he could take her out on a proper date. Regrettably, she had to refuse, and he asked why. She could not answer. Figuring she had her reasons, he didn’t press the issue. Many weeks of them seeing each other at night had brought them ever more closely. Eventually she asked him, “Do you still wish to know why I don’t come here during the day?” he answered yes, and she said to meet her at that exact spot tomorrow evening. Tomorrow evening came, and Chris rushed for the cemetery. Hours he waited and she never showed. Feeling stood up, and leaving the cemetery, his gaze was drawn to a tombstone with her name on it! The girl he had come to know, and love, was a ghost! She could never have told him because she knew it would destroy him. She truly loved him, as he truly loved her. But they could never be together. Every night, thereafter, he brought flowers to place on her headstone, but she never returned. Eventually, overcome with grief, he took his own life. He laid his suicide note on top of her grave, swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills, and drifted off into oblivion having decided that he would have her in death if he could not have her in life.
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Sarah C
11/6/2013 04:27:48 am
My friend and I arrived home a tad bit early from the party. No one could figure out where some of the guest went. When we got home we did nothing and just headed to bed.
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Tatiana
11/6/2013 08:39:25 pm
The house on the corner has always been so spooky for me there were broken bricks that looked like a disaster and then there was cracked glass in the dust covered window made it look scary and deserted. As I approached with my paper round bag, I tried to spot which weeds would hurt or cut me if I got too close. The rusted metal gate took a lot of force to open as soon as the gate squeaked and moved forward I stepped and I already had that feeling of being trapped and there was no turning back, I half ran half and crept over the over grown path I was desperately looking for the letter box. No wonder no one ever got papers on Sunny Side road people knew they’d have to deliver here and they didn’t want to have to go through such torture. I saw the old fashioned letter box on the door and ran to it I desperate to get away as soon as possible. I pushed the paper in my hand from the letter box with little ease. I was pushing so hard that the door opened. I decided it would be best to leave and turned to leave. But something stopped me…it was a desperate cry for help was coming from down the dark shadowy corridor. I didn’t know what to do so I nervously walked forward. As I entered the house I could hear everything. A creepy clock ticking, the soft thuds of my feet walking, and someone crying silently. I followed that sound and soon saw a girl in the far corner of a very dark empty room. The room had no windows and only one door which I had come through. I looked forward sure I recognized the girl but all I could see was a tear streaked face and tangled hair. I stepped forward cautiously, the girl hearing the squeak of my footstep had caused and looked up. Samantha.. Samantha Gale. Samantha had recently come to our school and was put in my class. Everyone at first crowded her, but she was a strange kid, she became even stranger when she disappeared after two days of school. As she looked at me she spoke in a whisper. “Go.” She looked petrified and seeing that her words had not made me leave she spoke again. “Go. Don’t let him catch you.” There was a creak from the top of the stairs I had walked past and I no longer remembered Samantha as I raced for the door. Every long stride I took seemed to take hours but eventually I got to the door. Just as it slammed shut. I was locked in. Trapped.
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Brandon F.
11/7/2013 01:34:31 am
Trapped in school
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Steven H
11/7/2013 06:20:00 am
It was my second year working as a homicide detective for the New York Police Department and also my most hated year of them all. I was just a young rookie in the field compared to all the old geezers. They all have been in the business for at least 30+ years and were involved waist deep in all the gruesome deaths down by sickening criminals. They thought they had seen it all, that is until December 25th 2009.
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Steven H
11/7/2013 06:44:27 am
entered the building I saw a man sitting with a knife in his hand. A boy was next to him and then I yelled for him to come over to us. As the boy ran, the man stood up and chased the boy. I pulled out my revolver and shot the man in the shoulder. His whole arm flew off and he dropped the knife. As the man fell to the ground, I noticed that his skin fell off also. The whole room was painted with blood and covered with nails, human skin, scalps, and body parts. This man's skin was another persons skin. He had done a poor job on stapling it together and it resulted in it falling off. I ran over to the knife and picked it up and jammed it into his other arm so he is stuck on the floor. I then found a scalpel in his pocket and took it out. I cut him with it and placed my gun barrel into the wound. he screamed for mercy and then I elbowed his throat so he couldn't speak. I took the barrel out and put my gun away. I left the scalpel inside of him rather than shooting the arm off. I punched him in the rib cage and punctured 3 of them. He was screaming for mercy even with his broken throat. I then took the knife out and lifted the body and carried him outside. I called for an ambulance and when it came I asked if he would live. The paramedics said yes and I replied "Good".
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Anel
11/8/2013 02:06:33 am
During one cold night, my friend and I were going to his house. Dark clouds obscured the stars and the moon, and a fierce breeze whistled through the streets. As we were getting closer to the house, we heard his dog howl and bark. Suddenly, it stopped. As we were going towards the house, I saw his dog laying on the ground. Something or somebody killed him. All of the lights in the house were off. When we entered the house, we heard some noise. There were blood drops on the floor. My friend went to his brother’s room upstairs. All he could see was blood and his brother laying down covered in blood trying to speak, but he couldn’t. My friend took the phone and tried to call the police. The phone didn’t work. Then we got out to get some one’s help. When we got out of the house, we noticed a man standing in the dark, holding the axe with blood on it. We ran back inside and locked the door. The man with the axe started hitting the door and trying to get in. it took him a few seconds to do it. My friend and I started running towards the backyard….
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Keoni
11/8/2013 07:58:31 pm
Where am I, Who am I... I feel like something happened but don't know what yet. This room gives chills down my back I don't know how to explain it. That door down the corner is sealed and there are no other exits, is this a dream? There is a screeching noise in the back, Is this wall faulty? As the man pierces his dirt filled finger nails into the wall. Why am I hear he wonders to himself, How did I get here. He rips the fake wall paper to only reveal a stack of bodies as tall as the man. He jumps back not knowing what had just happened. Disgusted he moves each body away to expose a dark stair way leading down with dim lights. It was only visible to what was in front of him not fully down. Could this be the way out? As he walks down the stairs he hears mumbling but this was not fully clear. The eerie sensation was going down his back as if someone was following him, he quickly looks back to see nothing but a transparent shadow of himself. He hears a second screeching noise, wondering what that is. He walks on the next step to surprisingly find a shallow pool of blood. As he steps in it he feels a soft texture at the bottom, does he dare look down to see what it is? The man decides to quickly run out of it, but before he does a object grabs his ankle. His head quickly bashes on the ground knocking him out cold. He later wakes up to 5 men with masks on, he notices that these men don't look normal at all. They look as if they haven't seen the sun in many years and the environment started to change how they looked. One reaches into his pocket to reveal a syringe with a substance that looked a green color. He once again is unconscious and shortly wakes up. Or he thinks it was short, he wakes up to find that he has no toes. Why did they do this to him, what did he do to deserve this. He checks his surrounding with a very slow and painful pace. He sees a man in a dark corner with a missing eye, he quickly crawls to him and tries to speak to him. Yet the man was a torso and a head. He had no armatures and his back was carved for some reason. He crawls away from the body to find a man with a mask, he pleads for his safety and not to do anything else. The man agrees and brings him to a room, he tells him in a scratchy voice you just have to go through the exit there to leave. The man agrees under the condition to not tell anyone about this. He walks through the door and he could feel the warmth of the sun, the door closes behind him and is locked. He feels alive again until he notices that it was just a heat lamp. He screams for his life as he is cooked alive. The men grin as they know in a few hours they will have another victim for their pleasure.
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Eren
11/9/2013 09:12:22 pm
It was late past midnight. My brother Eric and I had to stay over time at our job to finish up work that we had not finished. We were the only ones in the building; even security had left at this time. Eric had told me a couple weeks ago that this building was built upon the ruins of a haunted house back in 1967. The previous house had to be demolished as the ghost had been troubling the neighbors in the vicinity. I started getting distracted from my work as this story was constantly haunting my mind. I told Eric that we should probably just go home and finish the project later. Eric told me to quit being such a pansy and just to get on with my work. His words did not seem to console me as I just remembered that the story of Slenderman had a long history behind it. It was rumored that the ghost was named Slenderman due its extraordinary physique and appearance. It is said to be a faceless skeleton roughly 9 feet tall that always wears a suit. People who had encountered this colossal monster were said to suffer from anxiety, memory loss, and paranoia. Some even say that once you make physical contact with it, that it will constantly follow you around until the end of time. I decided to get myself a coffee as I was nearly finished with my work and was constantly dozing off. Eric had asked me if I could get him one from the machine on the second floor as he believed it to have better taste. I was too exhausted to take the stairs so I decided to take the elevator. I pressed the button to go down and waited while looking at my watch. It was already one o’clock in the morning. The doors of the elevator slowly opened, and there it was, the dreaded monster of the old house. I knew my fate lay in its hands as it stepped closer to me.
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Jesse T
11/9/2013 09:44:39 pm
The following events are based on a true story (mostly)
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Mark V
11/13/2013 10:21:04 pm
It had been a long day, and the ether had gone dark. The young man had always found himself looking up at the starry night sky. The dim orange lights made him feel relaxed and allowed him to get into the mood for sleep. He didn’t really like doing it, but just always ended up outside on his balcony at night; maybe something greater was calling him outside, and was subconsciously going towards it. He stepped closer to the railing and gripped it tight as if to get himself up. He chuckled as he shook his head; no way there was anything out there like that. Something that exciting never happens in a boring and dull world like this. It always felt like, despite being alive, it wasn’t my life, but rather, someone else’s. As if I was living someone else’s life by conforming to what they believe is correct. Get and education and work for the rest of your miserable life? That was not for the young man. Yet he did nothing about it, nor cared to as he was just fine sucking it up. After all, what could he do anyways? There was nothing he could do, and so, he keeps to himself every day and complains and wishes for something better – something more exciting.
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Erlend F.
11/30/2013 09:58:05 pm
Carnage of souls
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