So i was in this hotel...

someone should find and post that cave story. That was great. anyone know what im talking about? the one where he puts his dog through the small cave whole.
 
haha just the pictures of the small passage are scaring me. i'm not claustrophobic but this takes it to a whole new level
 
dude just reading about him describing the squeeze is making me shit my fucking pants. like, shit isnt even going down and im fucking terrified. hahah i am claustrophobic as fuck.
 
if anybody wants to give me a general outline of the cave story, PM me please? No spoilers, just an idea of what happens. I havent even gotten very far and im already shaking. There are so many caves near my house.
+k and good feedback will be given.
 
SPOILER ALERT

he basically just goes into the cave, sees sketchy round stone, gets sketchy feelings, hears noises and shit like humans screaming, has friend go into cave who comes back speechless and traumatized, panics, doesnt go back, hallucinates and hears things weeks after
 
WHAT THE FUCK IT JUST ENDS? IT JUST LEAVES ME AT A FUCKING CLIFFHANGER?

that whole fucking story i was sitting here alone in the dark all tense and scared like OH FUCK OH SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT DAMN MOTHAFUCKA WE SCURRED UP IN HERE

only to have THAT shit happen? what the fuck dude... like, fuck man. that was like getting a really painful 45 minute handjob and then just when your about to blow the girl just stands and walks out like CYUH. i mean, shit, i respect the cave was scary and hard to talk about and everything but comeon, if you are still paying to host that site you might as well fucking update it right?
 
dude it's fake. it's clearly some guy who is an avid caver who decided to make up a scary story about one of his experiences conquering a cave

the whole point is to leave you hanging at the end, assuming he never made it out. obviously he didn't unfortunately run out of light, drop his video camera, and not get clear pictures of the one sketchy part all off of coincidence

it's a great read but not real

"Here is a rundown of the actual events. My friend Brad (the "B" in the story), opened a passage in a local cave called "Freeway" or "Interstate Cave", due to its location above a freeway. I kept a caving journal documenting our efforts in the cave. The events took place from Dec. 1999 to March 2000. It took us nearly 3 months and 8 trips to finally make it through the passage. Between trips to the cave we would keep our families updated on our progress. After we made it through I wanted to put my caving journal on the 'Net, along with photo's, so any friends or family members could see the fruits of our labors. As I began typing the journal, I thought, "Why don't I embellish a little?". Well, "a little" turned into "a lot" and the final results are what you see. It ended up taking a LOOOONG time to write the story, so I didn't post it until 2001. I altered the dates to appear like I was posting it in real time. Then Brad and I told our family members to make sure they checked back for updates"
 
i just read all of that, and am disappointed i wasted all that time. its supposed to end like that though, he mysteriously vanishes. it doesnt even make sense, hes scared SHITLESS and all the sudden meets up with joe and needs to go back? whoever wrote that shoulda came up with a better ending.

ANYONE PLANNING ON READING THE CAVE STORY SHOULDN'T, IT ENDS VERY POORLY.
 
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holy shit, late night here, dark, and alone; all that added up means I am sketched out. So yeah, this picture scared me at a quick glance.
 
cave story is kinda scary. the worst part is when he describes how that caving pioneer died in a "passage" that is smaller than a coffin about idk how many days after he got trapped, fuck that shit
 
When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it. There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren't careful.

It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue - nicknamed Black Aggie - was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue's eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie's name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.

People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that the local fraternity decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites. "Black Aggie" sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.

One dark night, two fraternity members accompanied new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm were brewing in that part of the cemetery, and to their chagrin, the two fraternity members noticed that gray shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened fraternity candidate crouching in front of the statue.

What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the fraternity brothers stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the boy stirred ominously. The two fraternity brothers froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue's arms reached out toward the cowering boy.

With shouts of alarm, the fraternity brothers leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The fraternity brothers skidded to a halt as the statue thoughtfully rested its glowing eyes upon them. With gasps of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.

Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. To his chagrin, he discovered the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright. the fucken balls. fuck a penis. i luve BLA IOHDOUGD:
 
ya but thats supposed to add to the mystery of it, hes saying hes going back after he types that and he will update when hes back home, it never gets updated so i think you can fill in the blanks
 
In rural Wisconsin, there is an old abandoned park. Built in the 1920s, it served as the town’s gathering place for everyone.

That is, until a newly developed Train and Tunnel for Tots™ ride was installed in 1932. It was an innocent looking childish train, with one main (mechanized) head car, with three small trolleys pulled behind it. It went around some loops before going into a small tunnel.

But this is where the story gets weird. There were numerous cases of child deaths that year, all of them happening after the child rode on that train system. Some kids went missing in that short tunnel (about ten feet), and others went comatose after leaving. One, upon exiting, was found to be dead. Her dress was covered in what looked like small bloody handprints. Some killed themselves by scratching at their throats until they bled out, and one of them even killed another child before hanging herself with razor wire at the family’s farm.

The park was closed, and the town’s popularity as a tourist town plummeted.

Recently, a team of scientists were sent out to the park. They taped a video camera to the train, and put a new intern in with it, before sending it on its way onto the tracks.

When the train left the tunnel, it was empty, except for the camera.

The last ten seconds were nothing but static, save for the sound of children laughing.
 
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