So i was in this hotel...
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Six.0.Tree-ski
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i dont get the russian one for some reason. specifically the last line.
EAST~COAST
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This is actually a real story:
My cousins roomate in college was babysitting a young boy for the night that she's been babysitting for a while now. It's time for the kid to go to bed so as she's walking upstairs she had to walk past the parents room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a clown that looked almost brand new and doll like. She didn't think much of it and put the kid to bed. She walked past the room again and really looked into the room and she thought she saw the clown wink. Totally sketched out now she went downstairs and called the parents. The parents had no clue what she was talking about so she ran upstairs to find no clown in the room but the window was wide open. She then ran to the boys room to find that he was fine and she called the police. Officers arrived and she told them what happened. They come to find out that a man escaped from jail 2 months earlier who was a registered pedophile. He worked as a clown.
Not kidding this was totally true. Happened in NH a couple years back
My cousins roomate in college was babysitting a young boy for the night that she's been babysitting for a while now. It's time for the kid to go to bed so as she's walking upstairs she had to walk past the parents room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a clown that looked almost brand new and doll like. She didn't think much of it and put the kid to bed. She walked past the room again and really looked into the room and she thought she saw the clown wink. Totally sketched out now she went downstairs and called the parents. The parents had no clue what she was talking about so she ran upstairs to find no clown in the room but the window was wide open. She then ran to the boys room to find that he was fine and she called the police. Officers arrived and she told them what happened. They come to find out that a man escaped from jail 2 months earlier who was a registered pedophile. He worked as a clown.
Not kidding this was totally true. Happened in NH a couple years back
yuck
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so is this:
5 minutes from my house, one of my brothers friends lived. his parents bought their house virtually brand new at a very low price. the reason?
the original owner strangled his wife in the bedroom, then stuffed her body in a hockey bag and went out into the country to dump it. she woke up, still in the bag, and started freaking out. so he drove back to his house, and stabbed her to death with a screwdriver in the garage.
5 minutes from my house, one of my brothers friends lived. his parents bought their house virtually brand new at a very low price. the reason?
the original owner strangled his wife in the bedroom, then stuffed her body in a hockey bag and went out into the country to dump it. she woke up, still in the bag, and started freaking out. so he drove back to his house, and stabbed her to death with a screwdriver in the garage.
skiblandford
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fuckin hate clowns
Six.0.Tree-ski
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not scary at all.
SlimDunkin.
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SlimDunkin.
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You***
.Max.
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FUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!!
ME TERRN!
It was a calm afternoon, after driving 14 hours on the way to a vacation home on the peaceful island of cape hatteras we decided to take a break and stay at a hotel. The clouds eventually rolled in bringing a dark shadow around the building. The quality suits sign, drearily slung over two deep black metal posts looked as appealing as any other. As we got out of the car the thunder started, it crashed, startling both of us. We quickly swept together a change of clothes and ran into the front door of the hotel.
We were greeted by an unkept latino woman ruffleing through a magazine with her inch long blood red nails. We struggled to gain her attention, when we finally focused her we asked for a room. She told us to wait as she continued shuffleing through the magazine. My patience had expired and I demanded a room. When she gave us the key and told us that we were on the sixth floor in room 66 I joked about the irony of the number.
I slid the room key into it's respectable place and watched as the small red glow changed to green and the door clicked. As I opened the door a gust of cold air flooded out from the dreary space as if it were filled with dry ice. It was approaching midnight and we decided to crawl into bed. At exactly 12:12 there was a loud beep, somewhat like an alarm. I awoke from my sleep and felt that same rush of cold air from before. It was a chill that seemed to sweep all of the kindness, happiness of the room. I had an impulse to grab the Nikon d70 on the table to my right and take three pictures. The flash acted as enough of a light to prove to myself that nothing was in the room.
When I woke the next morning I found an plastic voldka bottle carefully placed on the window sill. It was strange to say the least, I didn't remember ever drinking, or even seeing it. I Photographed that as well.
When we arrived in cape hatteras the next day I imported the photos onto my computer and was astonished at what I had seen.
Now what I photographed.
And yes, those are my pictures. And yes, I did just make that up on the spot. I have way too much time.
ME TERRN!
It was a calm afternoon, after driving 14 hours on the way to a vacation home on the peaceful island of cape hatteras we decided to take a break and stay at a hotel. The clouds eventually rolled in bringing a dark shadow around the building. The quality suits sign, drearily slung over two deep black metal posts looked as appealing as any other. As we got out of the car the thunder started, it crashed, startling both of us. We quickly swept together a change of clothes and ran into the front door of the hotel.
We were greeted by an unkept latino woman ruffleing through a magazine with her inch long blood red nails. We struggled to gain her attention, when we finally focused her we asked for a room. She told us to wait as she continued shuffleing through the magazine. My patience had expired and I demanded a room. When she gave us the key and told us that we were on the sixth floor in room 66 I joked about the irony of the number.
I slid the room key into it's respectable place and watched as the small red glow changed to green and the door clicked. As I opened the door a gust of cold air flooded out from the dreary space as if it were filled with dry ice. It was approaching midnight and we decided to crawl into bed. At exactly 12:12 there was a loud beep, somewhat like an alarm. I awoke from my sleep and felt that same rush of cold air from before. It was a chill that seemed to sweep all of the kindness, happiness of the room. I had an impulse to grab the Nikon d70 on the table to my right and take three pictures. The flash acted as enough of a light to prove to myself that nothing was in the room.
When I woke the next morning I found an plastic voldka bottle carefully placed on the window sill. It was strange to say the least, I didn't remember ever drinking, or even seeing it. I Photographed that as well.
When we arrived in cape hatteras the next day I imported the photos onto my computer and was astonished at what I had seen.
Now what I photographed.
And yes, those are my pictures. And yes, I did just make that up on the spot. I have way too much time.
GayWolf420
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Tasty copy pasta is tasty along with good shooping sauce.
*TURBONERD*
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Jessica was a freshman at college and had been living with her new roommate in residence for 2 months. they had become friends, and things were going well. One night, jessica went to the library to study. she went back to her room around 8 oclock, after dark, because she had forgotten one of her textbooks. she entered the small room, but the lights were off. she figured her roommate was sleeping, so she didn't turn on the lights. she rummaged through her desk and found the book, then left the room silently. She pulled up to the library about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes smell ya later" I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air
LittleFoot
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i dont get it
reminds me of this time I saw a super creepy picture with the caption "do not look at this for more than 5 seconds!" I made sure it wasn't a gif so nothing would pop out at me and then 5 seconds later my dog barked for some reason and scared the shit out of me.
Bubba-Snax
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+K for the on the spot story max.
salomonskiier12
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yup just a bit creepy...
pomme-de-terre
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FUCKING FINALLY.
Sam.Carson
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that ending made my nutsack vigeriesly rise up.
GolfingElephant
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threads
Timotheezy.
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meemahoymanee scary shit nuggah!
CAPITA-DEVOURS
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that kinda sounds like bullshit?
Six.0.Tree-ski
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more?
.BaconatoR
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so this girl was asleep and her dog was sleeping on the floor next to her bed. in the middle of the night she woke up to the sound of dripping water. she went into her bathroom and turned off the faucet. she front flipped back into bed and lowered her hand down to her dog and it licked it. she woke up again an hour later and heard the dripping again. once again, she held her hand out to her dog and it licked it. she went into her bathroom and found her dog mutilated, hanging from the shower, with blood dripping into the bath. next to it a note written in blood said "humans can lick too"
no_steeze
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A pretty woman was serving a life sentence in prison for murder. Angry and resentful about her situation, she decided that she couldn’t spend her life in prison. She began plotting ways to escape from the jail.
She became good friends with one of the prison caretakers. His job was to bury any prisoners who died, in a graveyard just outside the prison walls. Whenever a prisoner died, the caretaker rang a bell, which was heard by all of the prison inmates. The caretaker then got the body and put it in a casket. Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he put the casket on a wagon to take it to the graveyard and bury it.
Knowing this routine, the woman devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker. The next time the bell rang, the woman would leave her cell and sneak into the dark room where the coffins were kept.
She would slip into the coffin with the dead body while the caretaker was filling out the death certificate. When the caretaker returned, he would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the woman in the coffin along with the dead body. He would then bury the coffin.
The woman knew there would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under cover of darkness, dig up the coffin, and set her free.
The caretaker was reluctant to go along with this plan, but since he and the woman had become good friends over the years, he agreed to do it. The woman waited several weeks for one of the other prison inmates to die.
One night, she was asleep in her cell when she heard the death bell ringing. She got up, picked the lock of her cell, and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple of times. Her heart was beating fast.
She opened the door to the darkened room where the coffins were kept. Quietly in the dark, she found the coffin that contained the dead body, carefully climbed into it and pulled the lid shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid down.
Soon she heard footsteps and the pounding of the hammer and nails. Even though she was very uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body beneath her, she knew that with each nail she was one step closer to freedom.
The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into the ground. She didn’t make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave with a thud.
Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top of the wooden coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she would be free at last. After several minutes of absolute silence, she began to chuckle quietly to herself.
Feeling curious, she decided to light a match to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside her. To her horror, she discovered that she was lying on top of the dead caretaker.
She became good friends with one of the prison caretakers. His job was to bury any prisoners who died, in a graveyard just outside the prison walls. Whenever a prisoner died, the caretaker rang a bell, which was heard by all of the prison inmates. The caretaker then got the body and put it in a casket. Next, he entered his office to fill out the death certificate before returning to the casket to nail the lid shut. Finally, he put the casket on a wagon to take it to the graveyard and bury it.
Knowing this routine, the woman devised an escape plan and shared it with the caretaker. The next time the bell rang, the woman would leave her cell and sneak into the dark room where the coffins were kept.
She would slip into the coffin with the dead body while the caretaker was filling out the death certificate. When the caretaker returned, he would nail the lid shut and take the coffin outside the prison with the woman in the coffin along with the dead body. He would then bury the coffin.
The woman knew there would be enough air for her to breathe until later in the evening when the caretaker would return to the graveyard under cover of darkness, dig up the coffin, and set her free.
The caretaker was reluctant to go along with this plan, but since he and the woman had become good friends over the years, he agreed to do it. The woman waited several weeks for one of the other prison inmates to die.
One night, she was asleep in her cell when she heard the death bell ringing. She got up, picked the lock of her cell, and slowly walked down the hallway. She was nearly caught a couple of times. Her heart was beating fast.
She opened the door to the darkened room where the coffins were kept. Quietly in the dark, she found the coffin that contained the dead body, carefully climbed into it and pulled the lid shut to wait for the caretaker to come and nail the lid down.
Soon she heard footsteps and the pounding of the hammer and nails. Even though she was very uncomfortable in the coffin with the dead body beneath her, she knew that with each nail she was one step closer to freedom.
The coffin was lifted onto the wagon and taken outside to the graveyard. She could feel the coffin being lowered into the ground. She didn’t make a sound as the coffin hit the bottom of the grave with a thud.
Finally she heard the dirt dropping onto the top of the wooden coffin, and she knew that it was only a matter of time until she would be free at last. After several minutes of absolute silence, she began to chuckle quietly to herself.
Feeling curious, she decided to light a match to find out the identity of the dead prisoner beside her. To her horror, she discovered that she was lying on top of the dead caretaker.
PeterWojnar
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1. Get cadaver through medical school
2. Put cadaver in a hotel room, remove number
3. Tell guests not to look in that room
4. Tell them it's haunted after they do
5. ???????
6. Profit
2. Put cadaver in a hotel room, remove number
3. Tell guests not to look in that room
4. Tell them it's haunted after they do
5. ???????
6. Profit
84891jnf92048
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i just read this thread, went and picked up a meat cleaver, and started hacking up random shit from my house. i put my finger on the cutting board for a second.... i may or may not become a serial killer.