Bedtime Stories

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thread starter mvpshaq32 Jul 30 2009 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/9877/1220673289708xj8.jpg (imageshack) There was once a man who checked into a motel while on a business trip. When he was checking in, the woman at the desk told him, "Your room is the last room on the left...and please, don't go in any other rooms, especially the last one on the right." So the man went to his room, and went to bed, not bothering with the last room on the right. In the morning, on his way to his first business meeting, he decided he'd check out the last room on the right. He first tried the doorknob. As he expected, it was locked. He knelt down and looked into the keyhole. All he saw was a bed, with a naked woman sitting on it, facing away from the door. Her skin was the whitest he's ever seen on a person. He shrugged, and left to his meeting. On his way back from the meeting, he stopped by the room again. He looked into the keyhole once more after trying the locked doorknob. But this time, all he saw was red. He didn't see the woman or the bed, just red. Confused, he went back to the desk lady. He told her what he saw, so she decided to give him an explanation. "A year or so ago, there was a murder in the room. A man murdered his wife. Since then, the woman's ghost has haunted the room. Her skin is as white as day, and her eyes are now a deep red." A young girl walking home from school found a small pile of Polaroid photos lying in the gutter. There were twenty in all, neatly wrapped in a rubber band. She picked them up, and as she walked she started to browse. The first photo was that of a ghostly white man on a black background, standing just far enough away from the camera that she couldn�t make out his features. The girl slid the photo to the back of the stack and looked at the next one. The photo was of the same man now standing a bit closer. The girl flipped through the next several photos quickly. With each one the man in the picture came a bit closer and his features were a bit clearer. Turning the last corner to her house, the girl noticed that the man in the photos seems to be looking at her even when she moved the stack from side to side. It frightened her, but she kept flipping them over, one by one. By the nineteenth picture, the man was so close his face completely filled the frame. His expression was the most horrifying the girl had ever seen. Walking up the driveway, she turned to the last photo. This time, instead of an image, there were two words: �Close enough.� Hearing a scream, the girl�s brother rushed to the door and opened it. All he saw was a pile of photographs lying on the doorstep. The top one looked like an extremely pale version of his sister, but she was standing too far back for him to be sure. http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/7545/familyphotoik3.gif (imageshack) (Look closely and see if you can spot what's in this picture) Will post more

KirkLandIsGood 07/30/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

mvpshaq32 said: "You know when you�re falling asleep, and you suddenly get the feeling that you�ve tripped? You�re body lurches forward in an instant, ready to protect you instinctively from injury. You can almost SEE the ground rising to meet you. This occurs when the boundaries between you and the �you� in an alternate universe are weakest. This is the feeling that happens when another �you� dies. There is a video on Youtube named Mereana mordegard glesgorv. If you search this, you will find nothing. The few times you find something, all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you, expressionless, then grinning for the last 2 seconds. The background is undefined. This is only part of the actual video. The full video lasts 2 minutes, and was removed by Youtube after 153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to Youtube's main office in San Bruno. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered. Youtube will periodically put up the first 20 seconds of the video to quell suspicions, so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. The video itself was only viewed by one Youtube staff member, who started screaming after 45 seconds. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. None of them dared look at the screen. The person who uploaded the video was never found, the IP address being non-existant. And the man on the video has never been identified. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ovwg9fcQMPU&eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fforum.bodybuilding.com%2Fshowthread.php%3Ft%3D112882631%26page%3D5&feature=player_embedded (youtube) In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling �realistic� baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the �rocking motion� advertised to calm it down wouldn�t work, and you couldn�t get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn�t understand why the police were there, she just �got rid of the stupid doll� as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms." Did anybody watch the video? I'm too scared

MonkeyHelper 07/30/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

I didn't bother to read, what theme are they? Like romantic, scary, comedy, or what?

tkoh 07/30/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

MonkeyHelper said: "I didn't bother to read, what theme are they? Like romantic, scary, comedy, or what?" scary.

unrealaero 07/30/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

OMGOMG HAHAHA fudge the last pic made me gasp scared. my ankle is swolen now because i hit the corner of the table. GG. hahahah

tkoh 07/30/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

KirkLandIsGood said: " Did anybody watch the video? I'm too scared" it's just a dude who looks like hitler staring at you

Humanmango 07/30/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

...Hamster Huey and the Gooey Kablooie?

JChan9219 07/30/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

holy shizzz the last pic scared me d:

mvpshaq32 07/30/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

This girl was home all alone watching TV on a cold winter night. The television was right beside a sliding glass door, and the blinds were open. Suddenly she saw a wrinkled old man staring at her through the glass! She screamed, then grabbed the phone next to the couch and pulled a blanket over her head so the guy couldn't see her while she called the police. She was so terrified that she remained under the blanket until the police got there. It had snowed a lot during the day, so the police naturally decided to look for footprints. But there were no footprints at all on the snowy ground outside the sliding door. Puzzled, the police went back inside the house - and that's when they saw the wet footprints on the floor leading up to the couch where the girl was still sitting. The policemen looked at each other nervously. "Miss, you're extremely lucky," one of them finally said to her. "Why?" she asked. "Because," he said, "the man wasn't outside at all. He was in here, standing right behind the couch! What you saw in the window was his reflection." It's early in the morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow. Hours pass. The sun rises. The phone is ringing. When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning. You slide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as you stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice. Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six new messages. Message one. The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next. Screaming. You spin around, thinking that she's standing right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. You stand there, horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh. The phone beeps again. You're shaking. Message two. A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket

trynet585 07/31/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

mvpshaq32 said: "This girl was home all alone watching TV on a cold winter night. The television was right beside a sliding glass door, and the blinds were open. Suddenly she saw a wrinkled old man staring at her through the glass! She screamed, then grabbed the phone next to the couch and pulled a blanket over her head so the guy couldn't see her while she called the police. She was so terrified that she remained under the blanket until the police got there. It had snowed a lot during the day, so the police naturally decided to look for footprints. But there were no footprints at all on the snowy ground outside the sliding door. Puzzled, the police went back inside the house - and that's when they saw the wet footprints on the floor leading up to the couch where the girl was still sitting. The policemen looked at each other nervously. "Miss, you're extremely lucky," one of them finally said to her. "Why?" she asked. "Because," he said, "the man wasn't outside at all. He was in here, standing right behind the couch! What you saw in the window was his reflection." It's early in the morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow. Hours pass. The sun rises. The phone is ringing. When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning. You slide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as you stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice. Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six new messages. Message one. The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next. Screaming. You spin around, thinking that she's standing right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. You stand there, horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh. The phone beeps again. You're shaking. Message two. A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom wind

mvpshaq32 07/31/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

trynet585 said: " i dont get the one with the cabinets...but put more. i like these. =]" Lol, it's just a joke, playing off the Angel story.

GotAaronL 07/31/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

I didn't get the first one until the very end and I got spooked! *continues to read*

trynet585 07/31/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

mvpshaq32 said: " Lol, it's just a joke, playing off the Angel story." haha nice. i like these. they scare me but they r fun t read. part of me thinks there real and part thinks they arent. XD

mvpshaq32 07/31/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

This taxi driver gets a female customer. Shes says she wants him to take her to this address because she has to go home to her husband. On the way she starts to feel blood dripping from her nose, the driver notices this, and he gives him his handkerchief, to wipe the blood off. They arrive at the house, the women feels worse, so he rushes at the door to alarm the woman's husband. He says to the husband that his wife is in his car and that she isn't feeling to good. The husband responds rudely because he thinks that someone wants to mess with him. He says to the driver that his wife has been dead for years. As they both go to the car there isn't anyone in there. The driver explains that there was a woman in the car, and he describes it. From the description it looks exactly as the guy's wife. They get an order to dig up the coffin, and as they open it, they see the woman with the driver's handkerchief in her palm. http://img172.imageshack.us/img172/3536/2u4rmdx.gif (imageshack) Jose was walking down a dirt street with his mule when he stumbled upon a young boy. They boy was pointing into a crude stormhole. The boy wouldnt speak but Jose understood what that the boy wanted him to enter the storm hole. He gave the boy his mule to hold on to while he entered the stormhole. He went in but found noting and when he came out the boy and the mule was gone. THAT B*tch STOLE MUH MUUUUUULE. A man named Joseph Blackwell came to Philadelphia on a business trip. He stayed with friends in the big house they owned outside the city. That night they had a good time visiting. But when Blackwell went to bed, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Sometime during the night he heard a car turn into the driveway. He went to the window to see who was arriving at such a late hour. In the moonlight, he saw a long, black hearse filled with people. The driver of the hearse looked up at him. When Blackwell saw his queer, hideous face, he shuddered. The driver called to him, "There is room for one more," then he waited for a minute or two, and drove off. In the morning Blackwell told his friends what had happened. "You were dreaming," they said. "I must have been," he said, "but it didn't seem like a dream." After breakfast he went into Philadelphia. He spent the day high above the city in one of the new office buildings there. Late in the afternoon he was waiting for an elevator to take him back down to the street. But when it arrived, it was very crowded. One of the passengers looked out and called to him. "There is room for one more," he said. It was the driver of the hearse. "No thanks," said Blackwell. "I, ll get the next one." The doors closed, and the elevator started down. There was shrieking and screaming, then the sound of a crash. The elevator had fallen to the bottom of the shaft. Everyone aboard was killed. "Survivor Type" is written as the diary of a disgraced surgeon, Richard Pinzetti, who, while attempting to smuggle a large amount of heroin on a cruise ship,

iDivine 07/31/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

moree!

MumboJumbo 07/31/09 + PM | QUOTE | PERMALINK | REPORT

OMG so creepy. Stop! It's so scary but I can't stop reading it.