Last night I was watching some scary documentary from buzzfeed cuz a friend gave me the link, then we started talking about our own paranormal activities. Mine were that i heard someone repeat a word and i felt something touch me and next day there was a bruise. But today I woke up to find my left breast covered in 5 scratches of which 3 were half circles and pretty deep but not deep enough to bleed much. It was pretty freaky ;;;;-;;;
I left sandbox, Bebop was owner.. I came back.. Bebop was still owner.
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You're spending a nice night on epic mafia stirring the pot with your latest controversial post. You hear a knock on the door and go to it, as you open it stands two hunky figures. One of them with little green ears shouts "IT'S OGRE TIME!" As he throws a bag over your head and knocks you out.
You wake up with nothing on but a cloth with the epic mafia logo on it to cover your body.. You're in a dimly lit basement as a door opens up from the top of the stairs. You see the other hunky figure walk down the stairs. Thunk. thunk. thunk. Down the stairs comes harambe, as he washes his hands with a bottle of lubricant. He comes up to you and pats your cheeks, giving a smile with his fuzzy warm face. "You never put it out for me. Now you meet your fate." He starts massaging your cheeks with his warm skin as you start to feel relaxed in this uncomfortable situation. From the top of the stairs a man wearing just a stethoscope comes downstairs. It's him. Lucid.
"So. You've been banned." Lucid said, keeping his posture as Harambe continued to pat your cheeks. "All banned users come here. To become a meme." He looked at a screen nearby. "So... just a noavi that got banned for posting pron? Sorry but, you won't be remembered.... wait. You have a meme."
The usual memers were on chatbox. "#FreeLumpy! FreeLumpy! FreeLumpy!" they were chanting. Their efforts were ignored. Lucid continued talking. "You were a meme. But for such a short time. I guess you'll be here forever." Harambe unbuckled the noavi's straps as it went upstairs, to a kitchen filled with dead memes, all patiently waiting to be remembered.
I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away.My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution.I always beg for them to give him one last chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighbourhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad's razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom's vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets. My parents are hesitant now, using "last chances" sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him.I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.
You are alone, laying awake at night thinking about what you could have done differently in your past relationships, and how everyone you know is happier than you are
So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”. THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
In the old house I used to live in, I would experience sleep paralysis, only in my room though. I would be in a dream-like state where I couldn't move but I could see and hear whispering, and feel a presence near me, this only happened 2 or 3 times before we left that place, not related to this. But I later found out the previous owner died in one of the rooms, an elderly woman who had a heart attack and tried to get out of the room by crawling on the ground, but died before reaching it; that's at least what I heard.
man & girl go out to drive under moonlight they stop at on at a side of road. he turn to his girl and say: "baby, i love you very much" "what is it honey?" "our car is broke down. i think the engine is broken. ill walk and get some fuel." "good idea. keep the doors locked no matter what. i love you sweaty"
so the guy left to go get full for the car. after two hours the girl say "where is my baby, he was supposed to be back by now". then the girl here a scratching sound and voice say "LET ME IN"
the girl doesnt do it and then after a while she goes to sleep. the next morning she wakes up and finds her boyfriend still not there. she gets out to check and man door hand hook car door
A man leaves his house every morning to walk to work and passes a mental hospital surrounded by a wooden fence. Every morning the patients are out in the yard and he can hear them saying in unison,
“10, 10, 10, 10, 10”.
One day, he gets curious and looks through a hole in the fence.
Suddenly, a stick shoots out and pokes him in the eye.
“Frack! He says to himself.”
While walking away pissed off he can hear the patients saying,
“11, 11, 11, 11, 11”
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I grew up in New Mexico and was always very into the outdoors, hiking, camping, rock climbing, etc. One summer when I was 19 I went on a 4 day/3 night camping trip near my parents' house on my own. Might sound weird but I had been to this area many times and it was quite safe. Anyway I brought my camera and took lots of pictures. When I came back and developed my film, there were 3 extra pictures that I didn't take... of me... sleeping. One each night.
None of my stuff was missing or stolen and nothing happened, but it freaked the hell out of me.
