Halloween "Ghost Story" Thread

[Commander Fuckass]

It's time for a scary storrrrrrrrry~

I don't have time to find a good one so here's a classic while Im in class

She commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Her roommate, Jenna, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and went downstairs to study . . . and study . . . and study some more. It was two o’clock, when she realized that she’d left one of the textbooks upstairs on her bed. With a dramatic sigh, she rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to her third-floor dorm room.The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her roommate.

The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her.

She could hear Jenna breathing on the far side of the roomâ€"a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running. Jenna must have picked up a cold during the last tense week before finals.

She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities would have to come to fix the sink in the bathroom…again.

Her fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could.

Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an overstuffed chair and studied until six o’clock. She finally decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple hours’ sleep before her nine o’clock exam.

The first of the sun’s rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Jenna. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in her dorm room. Jenna was spread-eagled on top of her bed against the far wall, her throat cut from ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.

Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. All along the hallway, doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage.

Within moments other students had gathered in her doorway, and one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friend’s arms.

On the wall above her bed, written in her roommate’s blood, were the words: "Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?"

[Commander Fuckass]

Kefka I'm scared.

I can't sleep.

go buy me MGS HD collection then

[Commander Fuckass]

story:

snowy was born spooooooooooooky!!!

[Commander Fuckass]

I live close to a cemetery in a rural New England town. Tombstone dates range from the mid 1700s to present day. Though I walk my dog through the cemetery twice a day, and it's still dark as night during the early morning walks in the colder months, I really haven't encountered anything more unusual than the occasional fox or skunk. A neighbour's experience has been quite different, though.
She was babysitting her four-year-old grandson on weekdays, often taking him to the cemetery where she could let him run around without worrying about him darting into traffic. Being an older cemetery, there are plenty of hills and trees that haven't been cleared out to make room for the orderly grid pattern you see in modern graveyards. This one seems to have just happened, to have grown organically, offering lots of opportunities for a young child to explore.

So, she would watch as he ran through neatly trimmed grass, watch birds in the trees, chase squirrels ... and hug a single tombstone. Every day that they went to the cemetery, he would make a point of visiting the same tombstone. He would stand by it for a moment, then gently give it a hug. I think, on one occasion, he even gave it a gentle kiss.

At first my neighbour didn't really give his actions much thought. But the fact that he insisted on visiting that particular tombstone every day, and the genuine affection he seemed to show it peaked her curiosity. After all, there was nothing unusual about the marker, nothing especially ornate, no pretty carvings that made it stand out. It looked very much like all the other stones it stood among.

She climbed the hill on which it stood, despite the pain in her back and joints, and read the inscription. It marked the grave of a four-year old girl.

[Commander Fuckass]

It was a hot summer weekend when Ashley first noticed the clear little blisters on her left foot. She assumed they were caused by new sandals and ignored them. By the end of the weekend, they had grown to the size of dimes and spread to the top of her foot. She popped some with a sharp safety pin and milky white liquid oozed out. She decided it was some sort of athlete's foot and bought some medical spray that was supposed to help. Instead, it burned so badly she had to wash it off moments after she applied it.

A week later, the blisters had spread up her ankle and were half way to her knee. The pain in her foot made it impossible to walk without a crutch, and her leg throbbed with every heartbeat. She wrapped her foot and leg in gauze bandages that absorbed the whitish discharge and she made an appointment to see her doctor. Before she could get to the office, the skin on her foot, now completely covered in blisters, began sloughing off. The stink of the putrid flesh made her gag, and she passed out before she could dial 9-1-1.

She awoke many hours later to a strange sensation. Her foot no longer ached and the throbbing in her leg had stopped. She looked down and screamed as she saw the reason she no longer felt any pain; her leg was gone from the knee down, with only a puddle of green-gray ooze left where she had fallen. A trail of the disgusting sludge led off towards her kitchen. She crawled toward the kitchen door, noting a splatter of the necrotic tissue on the baseboard. She pushed the door open and peered inside. Something scuttled her way and she shrieked in terror.

Ashley's neighbor, Steve, found her three days later. It was the stench that caused him to take the spare key and check the apartment. He found her lying in a pool of yellow-green mush that had once been her flesh. Her head was half inside the kitchen and her skull had been cracked open. The coroner never found her left leg, and her body was burned in case whatever had afflicted her was contagious.

A week later, Steve heard a knock on his apartment door. He opened it to see Ashley standing there, nude and smiling at him. He blinked twice at the apparition and the woman dissolved into a puddle of milky white muck on his doorstep.

He stumbled back into his apartment, trying to convince himself he was hallucinating. He poured himself a stiff drink to calm his nerves. His foot began to itch and he pulled it up to see small clear blisters forming against the sole, a result, he assumed, of his new running shoes. He looked back at the open doorway and the weird gunk was gone. Whether it ran down the drain or crawled away on its own he never knew.

[Commander Fuckass]

During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time.

Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year).

Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. For the remaining 45 minutes of video, until the batteries in the camera died, it remained in its stationary position.

To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well, or why the height and stature of the woman in the video didn't come close to matching the body they'd found in the oven.

[Commander Fuckass]

've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:35AM and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's the strong scent of blood and I'm paralyzed with fear.

Here's the thing. The second that I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm completely farked. I will die and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a y out but the only idea I have is to rush for my bedroom door, run outside the front door, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.

About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise and I realized that I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could've gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room and hid under my sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.

I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on, I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. Whatever it was, it wasn't human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes, and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.

It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. Then, it sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. After that it started rubbing its hands on the walls, staining them with blood, and then drew a circle with a pentagram in it. To finish it off, it scribbled a message on the wall that I couldn't read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing is now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about. But I feel the need to see, before I'm killed. I peek at the creature's masterpiece. "I know you're awake." "

[Nyerp]

Hime and Ronald McDonald the Penis Clown are the children of infamous serial killer, John Wayne Gacy, who is also the father of Michael Jackson, who is the only son who regrets being a clown. Around the time Hime was 3, however, their mom had gained custody of Penis Clown, however, Hime was still stuck with their psychotic, pedophiliac father. One day, they went on a plane trip over South America. On the plane, Hime was about to get both raped and killed by her father, but luckily, Hime jumped out before this could happen. She landed in Peru, where she was raised by a bunch of homosexual natives, both gays and lesbians. The gay men taught Hime how to be the sexy bitch she would become some day, but they neither fucked or groped her. They were gay, but not pedophiles. Eventually, the natives had told Hime that she was adopted by them, and that in reality, she is a white American clown. They also told her how she was the younger sister of Ronald McDonald the Penis Clown. Hime was shocked about this, as she never would have guess that she was related to a celebrity. Hime later left the tribe, and eventually, the tribe had went extinct do to the lack of babies. While on the trail of her older brother, Hime had a bit of an adventure herself. She eventually ended up on broadway, in which she began her awesome stand-up comedy routine. One hilarious joke she told was about how she licked a guys penis so hard, that he ended ripping off the foreskin. Get it? Foreskin? It's like ripping off skin, but this time it's foreskin. Hime later visited the petting zoo, where she fucked all of the animals, because it was legal in that area. However, she did do some illegal activities, when some young boys came by her, and she took them into and empty shed to take pictures of them naked. To this day, the FBI has no clue that this has ever happened, even though it appeared in newspapers, tabloid, etc. Also, Hime was surprisingly never arrested for this. Hime later made a guest appearance on that reality television show, Drawn Together. It was never shown on Comedy Central and will never be on any DVD boxsets, because it was the only good episode ever made. In the episode, Hime fucked Wooldoor, Captain Hero, Ling-ling and Xander. Pretty much the only male character she didn't fuck was Spanky, as Hime doesn't much care for pigs. In the end, however, Hime got tired of holdups, and eventually just went to her long-lost older brother. They then had hot sticky incest, which they also recorded and put on the popular video site, YouTube. However, they deleted it, and now the video is gone forever. Since then, Hime has helped out people like Lawlz when he needed all of his gay tricks, in order to win in the fuck fest against Title. She also was kicked out of a mall for exposing her vagina. Basically, she's the female clown version of Rodney Dangerfield: he gets no respect.

[Travis]

Hime and Ronald McDonald the Penis Clown are the children of infamous serial killer, John Wayne Gacy, who is also the father of Michael Jackson, who is the only son who regrets being a clown. Around the time Hime was 3, however, their mom had gained custody of Penis Clown, however, Hime was still stuck with their psychotic, pedophiliac father. One day, they went on a plane trip over South America. On the plane, Hime was about to get both raped and killed by her father, but luckily, Hime jumped out before this could happen. She landed in Peru, where she was raised by a bunch of homosexual natives, both gays and lesbians. The gay men taught Hime how to be the sexy bitch she would become some day, but they neither fucked or groped her. They were gay, but not pedophiles. Eventually, the natives had told Hime that she was adopted by them, and that in reality, she is a white American clown. They also told her how she was the younger sister of Ronald McDonald the Penis Clown. Hime was shocked about this, as she never would have guess that she was related to a celebrity. Hime later left the tribe, and eventually, the tribe had went extinct do to the lack of babies. While on the trail of her older brother, Hime had a bit of an adventure herself. She eventually ended up on broadway, in which she began her awesome stand-up comedy routine. One hilarious joke she told was about how she licked a guys penis so hard, that he ended ripping off the foreskin. Get it? Foreskin? It's like ripping off skin, but this time it's foreskin. Hime later visited the petting zoo, where she fucked all of the animals, because it was legal in that area. However, she did do some illegal activities, when some young boys came by her, and she took them into and empty shed to take pictures of them naked. To this day, the FBI has no clue that this has ever happened, even though it appeared in newspapers, tabloid, etc. Also, Hime was surprisingly never arrested for this. Hime later made a guest appearance on that reality television show, Drawn Together. It was never shown on Comedy Central and will never be on any DVD boxsets, because it was the only good episode ever made. In the episode, Hime fucked Wooldoor, Captain Hero, Ling-ling and Xander. Pretty much the only male character she didn't fuck was Spanky, as Hime doesn't much care for pigs. In the end, however, Hime got tired of holdups, and eventually just went to her long-lost older brother. They then had hot sticky incest, which they also recorded and put on the popular video site, YouTube. However, they deleted it, and now the video is gone forever. Since then, Hime has helped out people like Lawlz when he needed all of his gay tricks, in order to win in the fuck fest against Title. She also was kicked out of a mall for exposing her vagina. Basically, she's the female clown version of Rodney Dangerfield: he gets no respect.

i almost shit my pants

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[Commander Fuckass]

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Salem is best cat

[Kalahari Inkantation]

I just ate some fried chicken.  The breasts were juicy, and the buns were soft and warm.  Afterwards, the division manager of Popeyes came up to my table and asked me how the meal was.  I said I was satisfied, but the meal lacked a certain je ne sais quoi.  He apologized profusely, and said he had something to show me that would make up for it.  He lead me to the back of the popeyes, to a room soaked from floor to ceiling in blood.  In the center of it was a live horse, chained by all four legs to the structural supports of the warehouse like room.  As I watched, employees of the popeyes cut large sections from the horse, which was whinneying and screaming in horror, the remaining sections of its body covered with festering sores and a froth of sweat.  The popeyes employees took the chunks of horseflesh and sliced them into pieces, then they rooted around through the bags of trash strewn around the room to find discarded chicken bones.  They quickly tenderized the meat with sledgehammers and fed it into a machine which formed the horsemeat around the bones, then they breaded and deepfried it.  I asked the division manager why he had led me back to this place, and he pointed at the steed's rump, the diseased asshole puckering rythmically with terror, squirting pus with each convulsion.  "We're just about to use that section, would you like a crack at it first?"

I quickly unzipped my pants and wasted no time jamming my erect penis into the stallion's defenseless asshole.  With each thrust, I donkey punched the horse in the back of the head, making it clench its ass even tighter.  I came just as the horse died.  I was delighted.  Popeyes definitely went the extra mile to make me a satisfied customer.

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How do you sigh silently, and what is a dramatic sigh?