Once there was a woman. She had just started a new job. Her new boss decided to give her a brand new computer for joining the team. She had never owned a computer before. She had never used a computer before. She took it home and set it up. She looked at it a while and it didn’t do anything. She looked all around it and saw in the back there were some screws. She went and got her screw driver and unscrewed the chassis. She peered inside and saw….










…the bill.

The Rules are here -> http://www.4peeps.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=1910

John was watching his favorite television TV show, The Simpson's Halloween Special, when this came up:

"We interrupt your current program for the following announcement. Bill Gates has been declared as the next president of the United Staes. President Gates' first priority is to ban the DOJ ruling. The good news is that Pres. Gates will lower taxes. The bad news is that every citizen is required to purchase a legal copy of Windows and buy new versions of it when released. Also, he has just sent a bill to Congress to rename the country to the United States of Microsoft. Please stay tuned to further developments."

Trick or Treat. Don't smell my feet. Give a Lite-on to play with!

legal copies? AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhh

doesent say no copy and past,eh

copy and paste?

Gates will outlaw copied versions and even earlier versions of Windows forcing everyone to migrate to a new version and be in constant watch Big Brother Bill

Once there was a man who courted a woman that he thought was the most beautiful woman in the world. They went to many places all around the world and were very happy together. After many months, the man and woman were married. They moved into a large house with many large trees around it, a swing on the porch, and a white picket fence surrounding the yard. Everything seemed to be as in a story.

Yet there was one thing that puzzled the man greatly. Everywhere they went, no matter what time of the year or what the temperature, his wife always wore a velvet ribbon tied tightly around her neck.

At first, it was easy to dismiss the velvet ribbon as merely an affectation, something she did out of long habit. But, as time passed, he became more and more curious about the velvet ribbon that always encircled the neck of his beloved.

One day, curiosity getting the better of him, the man asked his wife, "Dearest, why do you always wear a velvet ribbon around your neck? Surely, there must be a reason why."

"Oh Husband," replied the woman in a cheerful voice, "do not concern yourself over so small a matter." Then her voice became serious, "It is enough for you to know that I must wear the ribbon night and day for all my life. If it is ever removed, you will be sorry!"

The man was quite taken aback at this reply and hurried to assure his bride that he was merely curious and had no intention of doing anything that would upset her in any fashion! After a while, she was soothed and he felt relieved that she was not angry with him.

Many weeks passed. At first, the man had no trouble keeping his mind occupied with other things. There were bills to be paid and chores to be done and preparations for the coming winter to attend to. For some time his mind remained occupied with these things, but it could not remain so indefinitely.

Late one winter evening, he could stand not knowing any longer. While she lay sleeping, he quietly crept to the sewing table and picked up a pair of scissors. Slowly, he made his way back to their bed, being careful not to trip or stumble, for fear of waking her!

Once he was back in bed, he turned ever so slowly toward his wife. He pulled her hair back from her neck ever so slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time. It seemed to take an eternity and several times he was sure she would awaken and discover his intentions!

Finally, her hair was pulled out of the way! He took the scissors in his hand and carefully slipped one side beneath the ribbon. With only the smallest of clenches of his hand he brought the blades of the scissors together, easily slicing through the velvet ribbon as if it were fog. The ribbon slid slowly off of her neck and onto the bed. Beneath where the ribbon had been fastened was a thin, pink line. In the moonlit bedroom it looked as if it had been drawn onto her neck with a fine pen.

Suddenly, his wife awoke! He froze, still as death, hoping against hope that she would just go back to sleep. As she turned toward him there was a loud snap, like a dead branch being stepped on by an unwary hiker in the woods. There was a look of horror on her face as her hands reached toward her neck and found the ribbon gone!

Her head then started to tilt. Not the tilt of someone who does understand what's happening, but the tilt of a tree after it has been sawed clean through! He stared in shock as her head tumbled slowly to the floor, wailing tearfully, "I told you you'd be sorry!"

that was scary........for a minute their I thought the wife had the scarf on to hide her [his] adam's apple!

Dang it, and I needed a cdrw drive too, since mines is to stubborn to work, unless people at 4peeps can help me out.

you get home from the computer store with a brand new sony 50X cdrom. you are an experienced computer user and decided to put it in yourself, cant be too hard. ok its in, its been detected, windows shows it, time to test this 50X out. you go and get your latest cd called ("insert favourite audio cd"), and you put it in. your headphones are no on, you start to hear the first verse, "yeah its working, cool" you say to yourself. then suddenly theres no music. you wonder whats wrong. you look at your cdrom. the lights flashing. you press the eject button. nothing happens. you get your trusted paperclip and put it into the "redundancy hole" out comes the tray, all you see is a shard of plastic. you close it. open it again, more plastic falls out. you take the cd rom out of the case. shake the plastic out. calmly go to your bag, get the reciept, go back to the store. you ask for a new one, they politely agree, you go home. try again. guess what. it happened again. hell on earth begins.

(true story)

One time at computer camp... I saw ACE!!!!


It was soooo soooo soooo scary I had to go home and kill some polys in SOFII...

one time while talking with: Ace, Pappy, Pain, Jason, Bull, and Odie

we where all talking and allasuden pain does a link and its of some pics he took and in one of the pics i saw him

I hope you are seeking professional help for seeing such a picture.

the real ~sid~ died back when there was only the-cad...

i stole his identity...

....ooooookay ...(psycho)

that's all i got to say

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The Night before Halloween
by pappysbro



Twas the night before Halloween and all through the house
All the creatures were stirring the spider the mouse
The skeleton was hung on the front door with care
With thoughts of scaring children that soon would be there
And children were choosing their costumes with glee
Anticipating eight or ten pounds of candy
Batman and Robin tigers and ducks
Bull’s girls even wanted to be the Tampa Bay Bucs
But no candy in this house no sir not for me
To give away at the door to children for free
Popcorn and apples is all they will get
They are healthier and cheaper of that you can bet
For candy is expensive I need money you see
To send a water-cooled case to my dear bro pappy
No tricks at this house but I won’t trust my luck
I’ll hide the car, all the garbage cans and the truck
For children are looking for candy, not apples and corn
If they don’t get their treats they will treat you with scorn
The big day finally got here the children were in the street
Going from house to house and yelling trick or treat
Collecting candy in bags both large and bright
And planning to eat it all before the end of night
But at my house there were only moans of despair
For apples and popcorn the children did not care
But I didn’t worry I trusted my luck
Besides I had hidden the car and the truck
The evening was quiet I thought I got by
Then the tricks started and things started to fly
All of the sudden there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my recliner to see what was the matter
Eight tiny goblins with soap and shaving cream
Were soaping my windows I started to scream
I ran out the front door and what did I see
Toilet paper hanging from every single tree
The moral of this story is easy you can bet
That candy not apples the tricker treaters want to get
The windows are washed the front yard is clear
Now I have twelve months to plan to scare them next year

Happy Halloween

now thats a good home grown story!!!!

rotfl :P

hrmmm intresting lol

That's very clever, pappysbro!

If this is the best you guys can do (paps bros was cool) then am gonna have to post and take that cdrw for my daughters computer.
Come on guys. Scare the shit out off me.

are we suppose to come up with a clever story or scare the shit out of others? How many entries can a peep make?

Yes, post as scary of stories as you can come up with. No limit.

The story you're about to read is for your eyes only. Please do not tell a living soul about this tale. If the public only knew what was out there, the world would be thrusted into chaos. Remember if you fear about what you read, please turn back......DO NOT CONTINUE READING...... otherwise, please continue on reading.







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October 31st, 1999.... a strange occurence had happened. The government detected an abnormal reading in the atmosphere over Roswell, New Mexico. A team of scientists were sent to study the area, hoping for proof of the unexplained. After days of searching, the team of scientists found.......

[Door bell rings]

Timmy: wait, let me get that...

[Opens door]

[A stranger appears from the door]

Stranger: Trick or treat?

Timmy: It's not halloween yet.

Stranger: Damn. Remember we don't exist.

Timmy: Huh?

Stranger: Exactly. [Stranger takes a blade and slashes the body. Stranger walks up to Timmy's computer and types, "The End?"]


The End?

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Ok, ok, once upon a time, GoKu got a car.

i have seen that episode where Goku and Piccolo take driving lessons.

rather scary indeed.

The wind was howling on the night, when Lester moved in his new home. When he entered the house, he was all wet from the raging thunderstorm outside. Looking around, he saw that all his furniture arrived thanks to the moving company, and everything was in the desired place. The house was in a quite different state, compared to when he saw it at first. At that time it was empty, cold, and quite a bit scary, but now it felt like home. Yes, there were some bad things about it, it being miles away from civilization, and the legends the locals in the nearest village told about it, but it was home. Lester lived with both feet on the ground, he did not believe in ghosts, demons, or whatever these superstitious people talked about all the time. “If those infernal creatures shall arrive the first night, they’ll surely wait while I make a tea”-Lester thought, grinning in himself. He made the first tea in his new home, and enjoyed it in his new living room. He felt fine, and everything was going as smooth as he expected. It was almost midnight, when he finished checking each room and went tired in the bedroom. He thought he should check the basement in the morning, because he felt sure, all his household equipment has arrived in order. He went to bed and fell asleep. He did not sleep well. His dreams were not clear, but they were dreadful enough this way. He heard screams of tortured souls, claws scratching the walls, wailing monsters, and saw the darkest shadows ever. When he finally woke up from this terrible nightmare in the middle of the night, he felt happy, the shadows were gone. But he was quite worried of the scratching and shouting, which stayed with him. It was not loud, but quite audible. And it came from the basement. Lester quickly picked up some old baseball bat lying around, and started for the attic. “Whatever this is, I will not be scared away!”-he thought, but he was afraid. As he went down the stairs, he heard the sounds getting louder and louder. He stopped at the basement door, and slowly opened it. The sounds disappeared at the moment he entered. Lester was surprised, but thought he should check the basement anyway. He lit a match to find the switch to make some real light, but he should not have done this. What he saw then, just for a second, was the most terrible sight he ever did see. Blood, torn limbs, dead bodies everywhere… And in the middle, three black robed figures where uttering chants of the unknown. In the split of a second, when the light of the match showed their silhouettes, they began screaming, and rushed for Lester, with their shiny black claws and white teeth readied for tearing flesh. When the match fell, an ex-tinguished, Lester was already short of one arm. But he was not dead. Though he wished for the salvation of death each and every minute of the following two days he was tortured and slowly killed by the witches for some unholy purpose. His body was never found, but as the locals say, his screams are heard every day in the house of the damned.

By the way, anyone interested in a nice house in the woods?

Well...

Me and bunch of buds (no not the beer) were in the woods one late October shooting the shit around a bond fire having a few beers. When all of a sudden I had this sudden urge to take the biggest piss known to mankind.

I hate pissing in nature (I am not a rabbit or moose, or deer for that matter) so I told my friends I'd be back in a bit and got in my 4x4 Truck and drove all the way home from Trout Creek (Its about a 30-40 minute drive) to N. Bay.

When I was driving (late at night mind you, with the glaucoma and all its hard to see as it is) I noticed out of the corner of my eye something lying on the side of highway. I'm like WTF is that? At first I thought it was a huge ass moose, but when I looked back in my rear view mirror it looked more like a human lying on the ground. So I slammed on my brakes (almost spilling my Alexander Keiths Beer and dropping my cheeba (its for medicinal pruposes)) and whipped the truck around pulling a "U" on the highway. I drove slowly back and then whatever was lying on the ground was gone... vanished... I am like whoa "I better cool it on the beers". Hopped back in my truck and proceeded home.

I arrived back at the house around 3:00 a.m. and my eyes were floating to back of my head and my teeth were floating chiclets. I had to piss so bad. I ran up the stairs and slid past washroom I was running so fast, so I had to get my bearings and get back to the washroom door (picture a cartoon character running and missing his target).

I made it to the toilet and unzipped my pants and stood there for about a good 5 minutes pissing, I could feel my blatter literally deflating LOL!, buts thats another story...

Anyway, while I was going to the washroom I heard the back gate in the yard "crrreeeeek" open... again, I am like WTF is that? I was still pissing but then I heard foot steps walking across the patio in the backyard and stopping right under the window of the washroom (do ask me why the window was open late at night in october, it just was)... now I am no fool someone was definately out there, I thought after I finish unleashing this "biggie" leak I will go check it out... Now the washroom is on the second floor so no one can get in from the window.

I finally finished and flushed the toilet, zipped up my bluenote jeans and proceeded to arm myself with my 10lb. Upgrading and Repairing PCs 13th Edition by Scott Mueller (if anything is going to kill someone, dropping this SOB on their head would do it) ... but thats another story.

Anyway.. I climbed on the toilet and looked out the window and holy shit!!! That same image of someone or something lying on the ground was below the washroom window!!!... I ran outside to see what it was and it was gone!!!... I'm like ok.. maybe I should stay in for the rest of the night and go to bed... I went back in the house and...

I put the book back where I found it and proceeded to put my house in lockdown mode (looking all the doors and windows)... Went downstairs and turned on the gas fireplace to warm the house up because it was cold from the washroom window being open... (I think I left the window open to air it out from the huge kronk I took that morning after my taco supremeo nachos I had for breakfast)... Anyway.. thats another story...

I opened my bed and covered myself up with the blankets grabbing my latest issue of "Milky Funbags" to read the newest "car article" in it ... I was dozzzing off reading about some cop in NY overhauling his Conquest automobile... like *yawn*.... I dogeared the page so I can finish reading it tomorrow morning during my flavoured coffee which I will have with my cold spaghetti... But again... thats another story...

ALL OF A SUDDEN!!! My bedroom window smashed and I was cut and covered in glass and some dude (or dudette) with a white sheet over his head and body carrying an axe started pulling on my damn leg...................................

Just like I am pulling your leg!!!

Hope you liked...

I want the burner...

Here's my scary story. Maybe unbelievable but true. When I was 10, I was at my grandmother's house with my brothers and cousins. Later that evening all my family left and I stayed because I wanted to go fishing with my cousin. As my parents and brothers were driving away down the narrow dirt road to grandma's house, we saw a blond boy about the same age as my younger brother sitting in a chair beside the TV. I exclaimed "Didn't Steven go home with mom?". We looked out the window to see them already gone and looked back beside the TV and there was no chair anymore. 7 people saw this.

Remember boys an girls to never drop that tab of acid on an empty stomach or you too could have scary storys to tell.




Sorry Ace....couldnt help it.

Ok I actually wrote this whole thing. No cut / paste job so READ IT

hehe.

Almost three years had passed since Blake and Lisa Cook bought their first home after being wed in Camden, Arkansas. It was a pleasant home, 3 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, and 5 acres of forest for a backyard. The house was at least 100 years old, but no one really knew when it was built for sure.

It was rumored that it was built in the late 1880’s by a man named Karl McCormick. He and his wife lived there for the duration of their marriage until they both died about a year apart. They had only had one child, Mary, who inherited the house and spent the duration of her life there. Some said that it seemed as thought she was afraid to leave, they thought it was an emotional attachment Mary had to the home. She never married or had any children, but she worked at the local convenience store a few miles down the street. She mostly kept to herself and her books inside the house. Mary McCormick died at the age of 67 due to reasons unknown, only to leave the house vacant for many years. The Olsen’s knew it was a fixer-upper, but they couldn’t pass up such a charming house for the price and were up for the challenge.

The Cook’s had been trying for months to have a child when they first moved into their new home. Doctors couldn’t explain the reason for their failure, but they were committed to successfully having at least one offspring to call their own. Four unsuccessful months had passed, but then they hit the money shot early in October, 1995.

Lisa was pregnant.

The following months were busy, but enjoyable. With the new house still being worked on, and Blake and Lisa getting ready for the new little life to join their family, they didn’t have much time for anything else. Blake worked full time as a realtor in town, and a new neighborhood was being built which caused much excitement around the office. There were lots of new families and older couples looking for a nice place to retire to. Lisa was a stay-at-home soon to be mom and spent her time working on the house decorating and writing, which she loved.

February, 1996:

Blake and Lisa awoke to a strange sound coming from the cellar. It was windy outside and raining, the trees were swaying violently.

“Did you hear that?” Lisa said with a raspy, tired voice, not lifting her head from the pillow.

“Yes” Blake said, he was already sitting up in his bed looking at the door.

The noise was heard again, louder, reverberating throughout the house.

“I think it’s coming from the basement”, Lisa said, more awake this time.

“Stay here” Blake said as he silently got up and threw on the robe hanging on the door.

Blake reached for the light switch in the hall, but decided to leave it off. His eyes were adjusted to the darkness, and he wouldn’t want anyone to know that he was up if there was an intruder in the house.

Blake cautiously walked down the stairs, skipping the steps that creaked. He didn’t want to make any noise. After what seemed like an eternity he reached the bottom of the stairs, turned right and swiftly yet cautiously he made his way to the doorway leading downstairs to the cellar. It was cracked open. He remembered closing it that night, but thought nothing of it as he opened it wider and peered down the stairs into the basement.

The noise was heard again, this time it sounded like it was directly below him. It was a large thud, like a heavy bag of soil hitting the ground. Then he heard what sounded like the bag being drug across the cement ground and to the other side of the basement. A warm gust of air crawled up the stairs.

Blake looked at the light switch and reached for it to illuminate the pitch black basement. Just then he saw an orange glow in the corner of his eye coming from the hallway behind him.

“BLAKE!” Lisa screamed at the top of her lungs from the bedroom one floor up.

Blake immediately spun around and ran up towards her. Before he knew it he was standing in the doorway peering at his pregnant wife, she was standing next to the bed, holding her stomach. Blake flipped on the light switch and looked back at her.

“The baby…it… it kicked!” She said with a tremble in her voice, tears of excitement in her eyes.

“Already?!” He exclaimed.

“Yes! Come feel!” as reached toward him.

Blake tripped over to her and grabbed her hand. She placed his hand on her stomach and they both waited.

Minutes which seemed like hours passed. A bump was felt in her abdomen. They jumped, took a deep breath and began laughing.

“Honey” Blake said with a huge grin on his face, “I love you!”

They embraced for almost a minute, but Blake’s mind wandered back to what was in the basement.

“Lisa, I need to go back downstairs, I think I heard something. Stay here” he said in a more serious tone.

“Alright honey, be safe” she said… worried.

Blake again went downstairs, flipping on every light switch on the way. If anyone was in the house they would know the residents were up by now. He reached the bottom step and his bare foot touched the cold, dirty cement floor of the basement. He looked around, not noticing anything unusual. Dirty wallpaper, tools, water heater, furnace, canned food, everything seemed normal.

Blake turned to go back upstairs to his wife, but something caught his eye. He looked to the left and saw a small puddle of water over by the wall. He walked over, got down on his knees and looked closely on the floor where the wallpaper and cement met. It seemed as though the water was coming from behind the wallpaper. He gently inserted his index finger between the moist paper and wall. It easily came off. He stood up, reached down and pulled up on the paper. Just when he started pulling the whole wall of paper slid off, as thought it was glued on using butter. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, there was large, cryptic lettering on the wall. It was burned into the wood, with extreme precision. It read:

THAT WHICH IS CREATED HERE…
STAYS HERE

Blake walked forward and touched the wall. It was soaking wet.

“Well that explains the puddle” he said under his breath.

He slid his fingers over the wet wooden panels; his hand moved its way across a burned portion of the wall. He jumped in the realization that it was warm, almost hot, to the touch.

“Honey,” he screamed up to his wife, “…Lisa!”

“Yea?” she yelled back.

“Come take a look at this” he responded in a monotone voice.

She made her way down the hall, down the first flight of stairs, over to the doorway and down the next flight of stairs. Her feet were heavy on the old wooden steps.

“What is it? What did you do?!” she exclaimed as she looked at the pile of wet wallpaper on the floor.

Her jaw dropped. They both stood in silence staring at the wall.

June, 1996:

Four more months has passed and it was just as peaceful as before. The incident on that cold February night was pushed into the back of their minds. Blake got a promotion at the office and Lisa is bigger than ever. She is due any week now.

They were told by their physician to come in for another ultrasound a month before the due date.

“This baby looks healthy as ever!” the doctor proudly stated as she moved the transducer over her stomach, not keeping his eye off the monitor.

Blake and Lisa smiled at each other and looked at the screen.

“I’ve done over two thousand ultrasounds and I have never incorrectly diagnosed any birth defects on one of my precious little patients.” She stated, confidently, “in fact I had one couple who came in and I told them tha…” she abruptly stopped talking and her hand froze on Lisa’s stomach.

The doctor nervously looked at Blake and Lisa, who were lost in each other’s eyes, then back at the monitor.

“What is it, doctor?” Blake asked, concerned.

The doctor moved the transducer around some more and made some adjustments on the ultrasound machine.

“Oh nothing… it was just a glitch with the machine, nothing to worry about!” she said, “Anyway… what was I saying? Ah yes about that patient…”

March, 1998:

Blake walked out of the front door of their newly redone home. Lisa came out behind him, holding in her arms their now almost one year old child. His arm outstretched to the potential buyers.

“Nice to meet you,” he said with a bounce in his step, “This is my Wife, Lisa, and this is our son, Trevor. You must be Richard.”

“Yes we talked on the phone.” Richard said, shaking hands with Blake, “and this is my wife Dora.”

“Nice to meet you,” Dora said politely, “and it’s nice to meet you, Trevor!”

Trevor stared at her then buried his face in his mothers shoulder.

“May I show you the house?” Blake said as he motioned them into the front door.

Blake proceeded showing them the house. They had redone the floors, all new wallpaper, a new fireplace and mantle, kitchen cabinets, top of the line kitchen appliances, a new air conditioning system. They had been busy.

“I really like what you have done with the basement,” Dora said as she slowly walked around, hands behind her back, “I like this wallpaper, is it new?”

Blake and Lisa nervously glanced at each other.

“Yes it is!” Lisa said almost interrupting Dora, “We redid all the wallpaper throughout the home”.

“Lovely,” Dora said quietly.

“Yes very nice,” Richard agreed.

April, 1998:

“Last box!” Blake said as he walked up the ramp and into the large, yellow Ryder moving truck.

Lisa sighed, “This was quite the project,” she said as she stood on the front lawn staring at the house, arms folded.

“And you did a wonderful job! I’m so proud of you,” Blake said reassuringly putting his arm around her, “let’s go.”

Lisa walked over to the front door, locked it, and left.

“Ok Trevor, time to get into your car seat!”

Trevor ran up to his mom as she scooped him up and headed towards the van. She slid the door open and buckled Trevor into his seat.

“Ready to go see our new home?” She asked him.

He didn’t respond. He just stared at the house, sucking his thumb. Lisa went around to the driver’s side, buckled her belt, and started the engine.

Blake walked up to driver’s window as Lisa rolled it down.

“I’ll follow you” he said.

“Ok.”

Lisa pulled out of the driveway and onto the road. Blake followed in the truck.

The two vehicles drove down the road towards the freeway.

“So Trevor are you excited to move into our new house?” Lisa said as she stared forward.

Again he didn’t respond.

“Trevor?” she said as she looked in the rear view mirror at him.

Blake was driving about 50 yards behind his wife in the minivan when all the sudden the van brake lights lit up and it came screeching to a halt.

“That’s odd,” Blake thought to himself. He started rolling down the window as he came closer to the now stopped van. Lisa’s piercing scream grew louder and sent chills throughout Blake’s body.

He slammed on the brakes, opened the door and ran over to his wife in the van. She sat in her seat; neck twisted back looking at her son.

He opened her door, Lisa fell out onto the pavement, still screaming Trevor’s name. Blake looked in through the door at his son.

Trevor’s eyes were glazed over and completely white. Thick pulpy blood was dripping from his nose, ears, and mouth. Blake screamed his son’s name and ran around to the sliding door. He flew it open, almost breaking it off and grabbed his son. He was hot to the touch.

The image of the lettering on the wall in the basement of their house flashed in his mind.

Trevor was dead.

This picture was taken of Trevor one month before they moved:

The doctor who performed the ultrasound said she has seen that face before, in Lisa's womb, next to the baby. It was no glitch.

WOW!!!

Sent chills down my spine!!! Excellent trey I guess.

that was scary

what's it supposed to be?

what is what supposed to be?

good one indeed trey

the scariest story is that the winner will be: khnXP j/k


How about your college chem teacher gives you an exam 9:30 a.m. and you didn't study hard for it.

Here is something really scary. This is a true story, or at least my perception of the events.

One Saturday afternoon my wife and I were in Brunswick, Maryland, walking around and visiting various antique shops. It was summer the temperature was somewhere in the 90s. Walking along just browsing, we noticed an old building next to the railroad tracks. It appeared to be open so we meandered in.

Upon entering and surveying the contents and the proprietor, we noticed a chill in the store. Most of the stuff appeared to have been there for some time; it was covered with dust. The shopkeeper appeared to look at least 80. She was mean-looking, with dark, foreboding eyes that had a glare that would make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. I'm sure some of you remember women like these from when you were children. The eerie voice, dark dress and cold stare.

We looked around and then look at each other like something's not right with this place. Then the bone chilling voice says to us, "There might be something in the basement that would surprise you." She pointed towards an old door. We walked over to the door kind of like, uh, I don't know.

Opening the door, we got a cold chill, not just a cold chill, but a shiver and a blast of that musty, damp, dead rat smell. We both looked at each other, my wife and I, then made a beeline for the front door. Upon leaving, I looked back at the old wench, and the look on her face shot right through me. This was the one instant where the expression if looks could kill really hit home.

When we got outside, we noticed that there were no longer any people on the street, and this was the main street. We went right to the car and left that little burg, and scarcely went back to that town in the years that followed.

I will never forget that feeling of dread, nor that old woman's glaring look. When we got in the car and drove off my wife said to me, "Did that just happen?" I said, "Well, if it didn't, we really need to have our water tested."

That was the only time in my life I ever felt like that --like all the sensors in my body were saying: time to go, get out of here, leave now, situation negative, bad thing. This story is true, at least in my perception -- and definitely otherworldly in the bad way.

One time years ago i woke up the morning after holloween with a realy fat gal with a big zit on her nose and 2 kids screaming in the next room.
I didnit drink for two whole days after that,

The first story I posted was one I remembered (barely) from a record I cut off of a cereal box when I was 8. I did not copy and paste it!

This story is also one I remember (vaguely) from when I was quite young:

Tammy was a typical young girl. She liked dolls, playing house, and having tea parties with her friends and an assortment of stuffed animals. Her parents cared about her and encouraged her to do well in school. They taught her right from wrong and constantly showed and told her how much they loved her.

One summer afternoon, Tammy was sitting under an apple tree watching butterflies flit about the flowers in her mother's garden. She had been playing all morning and was a little tired. There was a soft breeze blowing and it was a warm day, so she lay down to rest for just a moment and was soon fast asleep.

Tammy awoke with the most irritating itch she had ever experienced in her life! She thought that perhaps she had breathed something up into her nose while she was sleeping, so she rushed into the house to blow it out. After blowing her nose a bit, the itch subsided and was soon forgotten about.

The itch came back every now and again, but would always go away after Tammy blew her nose a few times. At first, it didn't seem like that big a thing to worry about. But, as the itch returned with greater and greater frequency and greater and greater intensity, Tammy's parents grew worried that something was really wrong with their daughter.

Meanwhile, the itching was getting so bad that Tammy could barely keep from trying to dig through her face to get at it! She didn't want to scratch through her face, but she deperately wanted to make the itching stop! She tried putting various cremes and rubs on Q-tips and then pushing the Q-tips up into her nose to see if she could finally make the itching stop, but nothing worked.

On the morning of the first day of school, Tammy's mother went to wake Tammy up so she could get ready for school. She opened Tammy's bedroom door and screamed at what she saw! Tammy was lying on her bed, her hands covered in blood, digging and scratching at her face! Her mother rushed over to Tammy , grabbing her hands and tearing them away from what was left of her face. Hurrying to the car, they sped off to the hospital emergency room.

Once they reached the hospital, it was all the nurses could do to keep from vomitting when they saw the ruin that Tammy had made of her face. Never had they seen anything like this! Tammy's nose was gone, as was most of the flesh covering her cheekbones, and she was still trying desperately to claw at her face, shrieking incoherently about the itch! Tammy was given a sedative and wheeled into the operating room. Her mother could only stand and sob quietly, wondering what had happened to her precious little girl.

Many weeks passed in a well-sedated haze for Tammy. The doctors had done the best they could with her face, and there would be more operations, but Tammy knew she wouldn't ever look like she used to. It was all she could do to keep from tearing the bandages from her face. She used to do that, until they started tying her hands to the bed. The itch hadn't gone away. Tammy was just keeping her hands from her face so that the doctors would let her go home. She knew that once she got home, she could find the itch and take care of it once and for all!

Tammy's parents both came to pick her up from the hospital. They talked to her about all of the things they were going to do together, now that she was home again. They talked about all kinds of things, but Tammy wasn't listening. Tammy was sitting on her hands and biting her tongue to keep from screaming, the itching was so bad. The ride home from the hospital seemed to last forever.

Finally, they reached the house. Tammy got out of the car and went straight to her room, saying that she was a bit tired and needed to rest a while. She rushed up the stairs and all but slammed the door closed as she locked it in her haste to finally take care of the itch that had destroyed her face. She sat in front of her mirror and tore the bandages off of her face, revealing a giant mass of scabs and scars.

There was one particularly large scab covering the place where her nose used to be. The doctors had told her that they would need to wait for that to heal a bit more before they could give her a new nose. Right now, though, that scab made the perfect starting place for putting an end to the itch! Tammy dug her fingernails into the top of the scab slowly, making sure not to break it off. She wanted to get the scab off quickly, but without having to tear at a thousand times to do so. Blood started to ooze from around her fingertips, but Tammy was determined to do this. She got what she thought was a good grip and slowly tore downward.

Blood started running down Tammy's face like rainwater and the pain caused tears to pour out of her eyes, adding to the searing pain caused by her tearing of the giany scab. Finally, Tammy had the scab in her hands! She blinked a few times to clear her eyes. Through the roaring in her ears she could dimly make out her parents pounding on her door, desperately wanting to know if everything was all right. Soon, Tammy thought, soon everything will be just fine.

After getting her eyes to clear, Tammy raised her head up and looked into the mirror. The violent removal of the scab had opened a hole to her sinus cavity, giving Tammy a look at exactly what had caused her so much pain and suffering. At first, she didn't understand. She got up off the bed and moved closer to the mirror.

The black mass that filled her sinuses seemed top be moving, but she couldn't tell what it was. She crept slowly closer to the mirror, each step bringing her closer to knowing just what had caused all the agony over these many weeks. She was just a few feet away from the mirror when she could finally make out what the writhing black mass was that filled the space behind where her face used to be. She knew, and she screamed! There, inside her head, was a writhing, squirming, colony of ants!

It's the face of a Bull!

Now that's just gross! *vomits*

We have a winnner!!!!!!!!!!! Trey, you did good. I do have to give lots of credit to kalmark, ldonyo, odie and ntruax.