Tell me a scary story for Hallowe'en.

I bet you can't scare me. Ha! I am unscareable. Try your best.

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ASCII art, an artistic medium in which pictures are composed of symbols taken from the ASCII computer character set.

 

Let me tell you the tale of the Unnecessary Apostrophe.

 

On time, many days ago, someone got banned for talking about scary stories....ok, not really.

 

Jedi_Reject_Jesse posted on 10/29/05 4:53pm

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Let me tell you the tale of the Unnecessary Apostrophe. [hr][/blockquote]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween

Educate yourself.

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[i]Anime Academy, an anime review website.[/i]

 

Once upon a time, there was a geek. Let's call him (picking a name at random) Apprentice_Anakin. On the night of Halloween, Apprentice_Anakin dressed up as Darth Vader. At the stroke of midnight, he entered his local Wal*Mart. Then the most horrifying thing happened. The Wal*Mart greeter informed him the Revenge of the Sith DVDs had not come.

 

Well, lets see...



The ice caps are melting, there's a hole in the ozone layer, and worst of all, there aren't any more Star Wars movies to look forward to.

 

Once upon a time, there was a little bunny, who lived in a forest far, far away. (The bunny shall remain unnamed for the purposes of this story.) He lived very happily, frolicking in the morning dew at the first light of dawn and staring at sunsets with deep, cute eyes. The other bunnies who lived nearby mounted him and had sex with him occasionnally, but he was happy anyway and he greatly enjoyed his life of carefree rabbit doings and thoughts.

Storm clouds, however, were gathering above this idyllic picture.
Man, that most cruel of creatures, would soon turn his life into a nightmare.

Our bunny, dear reader, was exceedingly cute. Too cute for his own good, some might say, for when it chanced that a Man should walk into that forest, eating pancakes and drinking beer, our little friend was the first rabbit he spotted.
And Malice stirred within the Man. He chased our poor bunny, over grass and over stone, and through the merry flowers of June...and the latter, having just received amorous treatment from his fellow bunnies, couldn't go very far. He was captured and brought to a strange place, where there were no trees and no flowers. It was a citadel of stone and he was imprisoned.

How fate had turned. Yet his nightmare only truly began when that evil, evil Man one day decided to put a pancake on our little rabbit's head and take pictures. And worse than anything: the pictures were posted on the internet and captioned in a manner attempting to make this tragedy seem funny.
The bunny became the subject of ridicule. He was mocked, disgraced, and his pictures posted in message boards across the world.


He was mostly used, though, in one place known as the JC. An accursed place, where he eventually meet his doom. Yes, dear reader, his doom.

For on a dark, moonless night, not long ago, an even more evil man appeared. The bunny had been (with a pancake on his head) minding his own business in a thread about owls, when that even more evil Man posted ...and proceeded to mercilessly execute our dear bunny. He mangled and maimed and let the blood spew foth in a stream of crimson ; a stream in which he bathed and revelled.
He tortured our bunny slowly, repeatedly and posted the fruit of his wickedness for all to see...while all laughed.


And our bunny was no more.



Yet on Halloween, his spirit shall come forth once more!
He shall be revived and shall seek revenge!
Beware, Heretics, for his time is near!

And all ye who laughed shall repent!





(Yes, I was bored.)

 

now theres a scary thought clean up in electronics

one night this girl was walking alone in a dark forest, but she didn't feel as if she was the only one there. A frown appeared on her lips as her heart began to thump loudly in her chest as the foot steps drew closer and closer to where she was standing. Her breathing began to come in short gasps as the sound of foot steps picked up pace. She bent low to the ground as she a twig snapped in front of her. She waited a few minutes after the sound of foot steps had ceased moving. Five minutes had gone by before she felt her heart beat slow back down to normal. She breathed a deep sigh and turned around.

A headless person stood behind her holding his head in one hand and a knife dripping with fresh blood in the other hand. She took a step back and crashed to the ground, she reached to her back to where it felt wet, she pulled her hand out from the behind and starred at the fresh blood in shock, she died before a single sound could escape her lips.

To this day her murderer remains unknown.

 

I'd tell it here, but it's 149 pages so far...


Sith Droid out.

 

A teenage girl was given a babysitting job around halloween one year while the parents of the lone little girl went out to a movie and dinner for some time to themselves. The teenage girl, clara, had done this many times before and the child was well behaved all throughout the day.

Clara than was told to put the girl to bed at her usual bed time, and so she put her to bed at around 9. but the girl started called for Clara after 10 minutes of being in her room. Clara went in to check on the girl.

The girl told her that she didn't like the clown doll sitting in the corner. It was a ceramic clown doll that was sitting in a little chair. It looked very expensive, so clara was hesitant to move it from the room. Clara told the little girl to wait in her room while she went and called the parents to ask if she could move the doll from the room, as she didn't want to hurt the delicate doll and loose her credibility.

She called up the parents and asked them if she could move the little doll from the room. The parents were stunned. They said they owned no such doll. Clara went back in to the room and checked while she was in the phone...the doll definately was there. She called back and said there definately was a doll in the room, and that it looked very delicate and she didn't want to hurt it. The parents told her it was ok to move the doll, even if they were sure that no such doll even existed.

Clara hung up the phone and went back to the room. The door was closed though, she had left it opened. Clara opened the door and a cool draft moved her hair. She looked down at the bed, though and the girl was gone. She hecticly went around the house looking for the little girl. She went outside calling for her, the basement, upstairs, the closets. She checked everywhere she could think of.

She returned to the room, where the bed was still empty. She weeped, as she could not find the child anywhere. Than she noticed. The window was open. And the little chair where the ceremic clown sat was empty...No one ever saw the little girl again...

~JW

 

You want a scary story? Here is one;

Not so long ago, In a thread far far away, There rose a group of users who were fans of teh Star Wars. They resided in a thread called the GIL (for short) in the forum "Revenge of the Sith" 3SA 'spoilers allowed'

These users loved beers, boobs, and nasty jokes. They flamed, they baited, they pwned! As a result, the moderators did their best to contain them. They failed. They were known as the Sarcasm Knights of the 3SA. They moved on. They moved into the JCC. They created 2 social threads that were themed towards their cause. They were the most succesful social threads that the boards had ever seen here.

Sadly, Many of the old knights thought they were invincible and got themselves permabanned from this site. There are still a few out there though. Their legend lives on. Many users got pwned so bad from their antics that they are in therapy right now.

They are all still on the web at another site as rumor has it. Awaiting the chosen one who will rise to the post of head admin here, then they will be invincible. May whatever faiths and values you hold dear have mercy on your e-souls.

 

You wake up on a ventilator as my patient in ICU.

You cannot scream when you are intubated.

 

After a false war, and many of his cabinet members and supporters indicted, George Bush is still the President.

 

Here's one:

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Lord_BlackAdder, that was awesome.

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America's Army, a first-person shooter computer game financed and owned by the U.S. government.

 

i had a scarey dream that a very important person in my life died and then all these aliens came out of the ground and terroised the whole world then i was the only one left

 

Yeah, I definitely heard that before, only that wasn't the end. I don't know where I heard it. But it was a true story. I thought the babysitter took the girl out of the house and called the police by a neighbor's house or something at the end, after the parents said that there was no such doll. The doll was also life size. At the end it turned out that there was a series of kidnaps or something that some sicko was doing, dressed up as a clown doll. And...yeah.

 

What if I were to tell you that the chosen one I mentioned in my previous post was already a moderator here?

 

Dang it, Washington, you just had to tell a clown story!


Oh, nightmares.

 

...and that's how much it's going to cost to send your kids to college!

Amazing.

 

The Internet is being shut down permanately.







How is that for a scary story?

-The Scummy-

 

Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Scary tale

 

I am your father.