Thanks THT

[Cloud_X]

'Now i cant sleep =\

[manton]

Huh......?

[Spearman]

what did he do?

neither could I

[Cloud_X]

I didnt even fully look at the damn pics and it's creepy !
well thank god my friends irl dont go to bed till like 3 am im not going to bed AT ALL tonight@

[manton]

What are you talking about? o_0

[FatherDante]

Come on, they're just stories.

If you wanna hear something REALLY scary and unexplainable take a class on quantam physics! :O

[Spearman]

don't say those words...sooo much math......

[Cloud_X]

not just thoose eh lets just say it reminds me of many things i strongly wish i would forget.......

[FatherDante]

Man, if there was more math in quantam physics it wouldn't scare me so much- but it always DENIES math!

AAH!!!!!!!!

[freddyfox]

Reading them at 9:00 PM will tend to make you more fearful than at 6:00 AM.

[manton]

Are you guys talking about Bradys little pics?

[Cloud_X]

time and emotion seems to be tied with fear i mean no one fears anything when your out in the open at night but closed togther in the dark *scared* im currently wokring up the courage to take a piss

[manton]

Would you like to answer my question?

[Cloud_X]

Me ill try to anwser =]

[freddyfox]

No, trueheat posted a link to a thread where this guy told a bunch of spooky tales.

[Cloud_X]

still Arg ok guys listen up Im going to take a piss if i dont post in 10 mins send the FBI and CIA asap kthanks

[Cloud_X]

That wasnt fun!

[manton]

I r wanna read em!

[FatherDante]

That squid guy annoyed me, acting all cool because he was- and I quote- "tuned into the spirit world."

Come on, be realistic!

[freddyfox]

I know Dante. I was a fool for believing them.

I suppose it was because I have watched too many TLC specials for my own good...

I don't believe them, I find them quite funny. And for those of you who didn't read the good one, he goes.

Time went by and nothing really bad happened in our house. A few minor disturbances .. a little poltergeist activity and odd noises. But nothing violent like what happened to my sister. Yeah everything was going okay until one night ..

My bedroom was on the bottom floor of the house. But the basement actually elevated the first floor quite a way off the ground. So all the windows were about 7 feet off the actual ground. There was only one window in my bedroom and the foot of my bed rested against it.

One night while I was sleeping I was awoken by a strange tapping sound. It was very quiet but I heard it as if it were very loud. It was like a pounding in my head. I lifted the blankets off my head and suddenly froze as I saw what had been making the tapping sound. In my window was a man. Well not exactly a man .. it's features were hard to make out in the moonlight but it appeared to have no eyes. Sunken black spots directly above an enormous smile. The smile made up more than half of the thing's face and it was full of teeth. Tall crooked teeth. The "man" had incredibly white, glistening skin. It's nose was very small (if even there at all). It's misshapen head was at the top of a long thin neck which was nearly covered up by what appeared to be a black trenchcoat. It was wearing a black hat to match. It's ears were slightly pointy and I couldn't make out any hair. Think Count Orlock on crack. That's what this thing looked like.

As I sat, unable to move from fear, the thing kept tapping on the window with it's long fingers. Tap tap tapping all the while grinning it's evil grin. It was drooling slightly and the thin threads of saliva worked their way down it's face and off his pointy chin.

I sat there for what felt like an eternity before I dove back under the covers to hide. Shaking, I kept telling myself "It's not there .. you didn't see anything .. it's just your imagination...". I looked out again to see the hideous face leering at me through my window. It had stopped tapping and was staring right at me. I feebly called out for my parents. But I couldn't manage to form the words.

I hid under the blankets again and again the tapping started. I peeked out to see the thing open it's mouth even wider and and press it's toungue against the window. That's when I lost it and began screaming for my mother and father. I screamed and ran out of the bedroom and up the stairs. I managed to get my parents up and down into my room, but of course the creature was gone.

Although my parents didn't believe me (and I can't say I blame them) they couldn't stop me from sleeping in their room that night. "Nobody is tall enough to look in your window.." my Dad said. "That's nearly seven feet off the ground!". I had been thinking the same thing. I clearly saw the top torso of this thing in my window. It would have had to be at least 8 or 9 feet tall.

The next day my Mother was making dinner in the kitchen when she suddenly screamed. My dad came rushing in to find out what was wrong but all my mom could say was she had seen something in the kitchen window. A face had been looking at her. We all looked outside to see a tall black clad figure dash behind our garage.

Now understand this. The back of the garage was surrounded by a rock wall which lead to a straight cliff up into the next neighborhood. There was nowhere for someone to go once they were behind the garage.

We all went outside to see if we could confront this "man"
who was staring into our windows, but as we rounded the corner there was nothing. Nobody. No trace ..

I never saw that face again .. well except for every time I closed my eyes for the next couple years. But we never saw the trenchcoat man again. But my parents saw it too .. so there was no denying it happened.

[freddyfox]

Ohno. Someone in sticking their tounge out at me while tapping on my window. How frightening.

[freddyfox]

And what I don't get is, if this guy was able to reach a 7-story bedroom window, how was he able to dash behind a garage without sticking right over it?

[Cloud_X]

freaking now i cant even lie on my bed~@!#

[FatherDante]

I'm glad to see we have more common sense.

[freddyfox]

Just think about it this way: If some weird guy starts tapping on your window, grab a baseball bat, open the window and make a swing at him

There is only 1 scary thing who keeps me out of my sleep:

THE PIC OF LYCIA!!!!

And this is no joke and no story!!!! I HAVE WARNED YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU....

[Cloud_X]

*loads shotgun and takes out grendade begins rocking*

[FatherDante]

I'd prefer a golf club, or, better yet, a butcher knife but, you know, whatever.
mmmmmmmmmmmmm butcher knife....

[freddyfox]

Just put on earplugs. You won't even hear him then.

[vergil]

cloud x after being so stupid as to read that story i now suffer your fate also... man, and I got a math test tomorrow. I need my sleep!

[freddyfox]

Err, why do I always seem to start a new page when I post?

[Cloud_X]

Hrmmmmm Ok damnit im turning a light on and anyone with aim wana chat aim me my name is Rcrossbone =]

[Cloud_X]

You can almost laugh fear is suppossed to be a defensivive ablilitie yet is more of a weakness

Hahaha. That squidder is a good story teller.

[FatherDante]

Yeah, he's pretty good. That kind of stuff doesn't really bother me... it would have used to, probably.

[grim_squeaker_x]

Originally posted by freddyfox
Err, why do I always seem to start a new page when I post?

Because you've set your page size to 1 post?

[manton]

I still wanna read em......Where did he post these?