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CREEPYPASTAS BABEH + TECHNO BIZOTCH!!! |
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A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.
What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
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I have, for many years, locked the door behind me as I entered a room - bathroom door, bedroom door, whatever. For a while I knew why I did it, because I had a little brother and invasive parents that would walk in randomly without knocking. Not so much anymore - I've started remembering why I actually did it.
Am I being too cryptic? Sorry, it's late at night and a storm has rolled in, I'm a bit tired. But I digress.
Behind me, I began to realize, is an empty space - the air you once resided, where your soul was moments ago. Perhaps it's nothing, but it seems important to me. That space... That imprint, of sorts, is bound to the laws of physics just as you are - to an extent. It cannot go through locked doors, but unlocked it can. Something about the permission of a locked door and unlocked door.
You are probably thinking this is nonsense. What you should be doing, as unoriginal as this warning is, is reading the first word of every paragraph. Did you remember to lock your door?
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It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not WAKE UP. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren’t being tortured. The only way that they realized they needed to WAKE UP was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to WAKE UP. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and PLEASE WAKE UP.
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Nightmares
A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, Massachusetts, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares.
Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed.
So, in other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your "dreams"?
They're real.
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The Elaborate Suicide Attempt
After his business failed and his wife left, a man decided to kill himself, but he wanted to be sure that eh wouldn't botch the operation. After some thought, he decided that hanging would be the bet method. He found a tree with a stout limb reaching out over the edge of a cliff 50 feet above the sea and chose his spot for the suicide.
Although he was eager to leave this world, he did not want to feel any pain. So he collected a few dozen sleeping pills. Of course, sleeping pills don't work immediately, and the man had read terrible stories of people who had taken half an hour to die at the end of a rope. He decided to shoot himself, too - jest to be on the safe side.
On the day he decided would be his last day, the man took the rope, the sleeping pills and the gun to the cliff. He swallowed the sleeping pills. He tied the rope to the branch and slipped the noose around his neck. He put the gun to his head and as he steeped off the edge of the cliff, he fired.
But the sudden drop threw off the man's aim. The bullet missed him completely and cut through the rope instead. The man plunged into the sea where he swallowed so much sea water that he vomited up the sleeping pills.
He swam ashore and resolved not to attempt suicide again.
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Candy
"Mom," said the little girl, rubbing her eyes and standing in the doorway to her mother's room.
"Mom, the Easter Bunny is eating my candy," she said.
"Nonsense, baby," the woman replied. "The Easter Bunny gives out candy, he doesn't eat it..."
The woman lightly shook her covers and continued to speak, halfway into her pillow and halfway to her daughter, "Go back to sleep, baby..."
"But, mom," the girl said. "The Easter Bunny is eating candy!" She now spoke in a more serious tone, almost as if she were going to cry.
Her mother sat up and opened her arms. "Baby, I just told you. The Easter Bunny doesn't eat candy, he hands it out to little children. Besides, it's not even Easter yet. Go back to sleep," she said in her kindest voice.
"Okay, mom," the child sighed as she turned to walk out the room.
The woman smiled and thought, 'Crazy kid with her lively imagination,' and went back to sleep on a whim.
Out in the hallway, the little girl stood for a while staring at the Easter Bunny eating her candy. She then sighed. "Mommy said I should go back to bed."
The Easter Bunny smiled. "Good idea, child. Turn around and don't look back."
He flicked a shiny metal pendant at the child. She picked it up and cried as she saw what it was: it was a dog tag and it read 'Candy.'
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 Wurlee · Sun Feb 13, 2011 @ 09:46pm · 0 Comments |
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