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Let's share really scary ghost stories.
Posted on 7/15/14 at 2:07 pm
Posted on 7/15/14 at 2:07 pm
Hope you guys weren't planning on going to sleep. This story may or may not have happened. ;)
It's about 4:00AM, Tuesday, I'm at the Taco Bell getting lunch. Typically, I go through the drive-through, but this time I'm walking in because apparently you're not allowed to walk through the drive-through because of recent Taco-Bell drive-through related muggings and my Toyota has two flat tires. There's no one in the resteraunt at all, which isn't too unusual for 4:00AM but I'm still a little curious as to why there isn't anyone inside as there are three cars parked in the parking lot. Maybe they were employees, I didn't know.
I go to the counter and prepare to order my food, sixteen crunchy tacos with no lettuce. The cashier is wearing a beret, which isn't typical of fastfood worker attire but I don't think very much of it. I recieve my food and sit down and begin enjoying the reward for my hard-earned money. I look up from the table and notice that everyone in the kitchen behind the counter are nowhere to be found, even the cashier is missing. I figure that they're probably out back, smoking and discussing Wheel Of Fortune as usual. My stomach immediately starts cramping from the surplus of tacos so I decide to visit the bathroom before I begin my 14 mile walk back to my apartment.
The bathroom is very nice and clean and smells like flowers, easily a contrast from my expectations. I sit down on the toilet and proceed to deposit the contents of my intestines into their porcelain bank. I notice that there is no sound of splashing or any indicator of running water in the toilet but I pay no mind. I reach back and press down on the lever to flush the contents. Immediately the air dryer cuts on. Strange coincidence? I attempt to flush again and the air dryer turns on once again. I stand up from the toilet and look down at the bowl. Though not as much as before, there was still some amount of my discretion left in the ivory arena.
I pressed the lever to flush yet again. The air dryer turns on again and immediately three skinny fingers appeared from the drain of the toilet bowl and begin blindly grabbing for my dietary logs. "Who are you?!" I yelled. The fingers retreated immediately. Quickly I reached and grabbed one that was stuck and held on as tight as possible. "GIVE ME BACK MY POOP!" I yelled. I heard a high-pitch shrill(like an alien ghost) as the poo-lubricant caused my grip to slip off his finger. Suddenly, the sound of a tower of cinder blocks falling over could be heard on the other side of the wall and the power immediately went out. Terrified, I pulled up my pants and sprinted out of the Taco Bell and continued sprinting for 14 miles before I came home.
The next day, the Taco Bell burned down.
It's about 4:00AM, Tuesday, I'm at the Taco Bell getting lunch. Typically, I go through the drive-through, but this time I'm walking in because apparently you're not allowed to walk through the drive-through because of recent Taco-Bell drive-through related muggings and my Toyota has two flat tires. There's no one in the resteraunt at all, which isn't too unusual for 4:00AM but I'm still a little curious as to why there isn't anyone inside as there are three cars parked in the parking lot. Maybe they were employees, I didn't know.
I go to the counter and prepare to order my food, sixteen crunchy tacos with no lettuce. The cashier is wearing a beret, which isn't typical of fastfood worker attire but I don't think very much of it. I recieve my food and sit down and begin enjoying the reward for my hard-earned money. I look up from the table and notice that everyone in the kitchen behind the counter are nowhere to be found, even the cashier is missing. I figure that they're probably out back, smoking and discussing Wheel Of Fortune as usual. My stomach immediately starts cramping from the surplus of tacos so I decide to visit the bathroom before I begin my 14 mile walk back to my apartment.
The bathroom is very nice and clean and smells like flowers, easily a contrast from my expectations. I sit down on the toilet and proceed to deposit the contents of my intestines into their porcelain bank. I notice that there is no sound of splashing or any indicator of running water in the toilet but I pay no mind. I reach back and press down on the lever to flush the contents. Immediately the air dryer cuts on. Strange coincidence? I attempt to flush again and the air dryer turns on once again. I stand up from the toilet and look down at the bowl. Though not as much as before, there was still some amount of my discretion left in the ivory arena.
I pressed the lever to flush yet again. The air dryer turns on again and immediately three skinny fingers appeared from the drain of the toilet bowl and begin blindly grabbing for my dietary logs. "Who are you?!" I yelled. The fingers retreated immediately. Quickly I reached and grabbed one that was stuck and held on as tight as possible. "GIVE ME BACK MY POOP!" I yelled. I heard a high-pitch shrill(like an alien ghost) as the poo-lubricant caused my grip to slip off his finger. Suddenly, the sound of a tower of cinder blocks falling over could be heard on the other side of the wall and the power immediately went out. Terrified, I pulled up my pants and sprinted out of the Taco Bell and continued sprinting for 14 miles before I came home.
The next day, the Taco Bell burned down.
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Posted on 7/15/14 at 2:08 pm to DanMullins4Life
https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/29kd1x/my_dead_girlfriend_keeps_messaging_me_on_facebook/
Good premise, terrible story.
So let's tell actual scary stories and ignore OP.
Good premise, terrible story.
So let's tell actual scary stories and ignore OP.
Posted on 7/15/14 at 2:32 pm to DanMullins4Life
This isnt that scary but its pretty creepy
This happened to me 2 weeks ago. Me and my brother were riding around in the middle of no where close to mobile. We found an abandoned neighborhood and were driving around in it when we saw a car come up behind us. We quickly turned down a side street trying to loose him but he followed. So we drove around the neighborhood trying to find a way out. We then see a f250 in front of us. As we are dive by the truck he stoped and stared us down.(All this happening while the car is following us. We then pull into a trail in the woods. We see the car go by so we pull out and go back the way we came in. The f250 is pulled off the road facing us. We drive by and he pulls out and follows us slowly. Then we see the car coming toward us. So we pull in another trail to try to get away from them buts a dead end. We turn around and see the f250 go by on the road. So we decide its time to get out of there. As we are the car passes us and turns around. So we floored and got out of there. I wont be going back there anymore.
This happened to me 2 weeks ago. Me and my brother were riding around in the middle of no where close to mobile. We found an abandoned neighborhood and were driving around in it when we saw a car come up behind us. We quickly turned down a side street trying to loose him but he followed. So we drove around the neighborhood trying to find a way out. We then see a f250 in front of us. As we are dive by the truck he stoped and stared us down.(All this happening while the car is following us. We then pull into a trail in the woods. We see the car go by so we pull out and go back the way we came in. The f250 is pulled off the road facing us. We drive by and he pulls out and follows us slowly. Then we see the car coming toward us. So we pull in another trail to try to get away from them buts a dead end. We turn around and see the f250 go by on the road. So we decide its time to get out of there. As we are the car passes us and turns around. So we floored and got out of there. I wont be going back there anymore.
Posted on 7/15/14 at 2:46 pm to RollTears
My girlfriend and I are living together and thinking of having some kids but don't necessarily believe in the traditional birthing process. Nevertheless, she suggests that we first adopt a dog from the local animal shelter to essentially practice the child raising process since children from the ages 5 and under aren't all that different from small dogs. I visit this "No-Kill" animal shelter on the eastern side of town and inquire about adopting a possible stray.
They take me back into this room that looks like a small prison of the canine variety. I eye over a few possible furry candidates, most of which looked either fairly malnourished or suffering some strange disease. Immediately, my eyes settled on the most perfectly ordinary dog ever. His name was "Ribbles" as titled by the shelter than took him in, he was poodle-yorkshire terrirer mix with a multitude of other breeds mixed into one fluffy adorable slobbering cocktail.
I take "Ribbles" home and await the rewarding "Awww"''s that would be sure to accompany my girlfriend. She walks in and screams loudly before locking herself in the bedroom. I run to the door and ask, "Honey? What's wrong?" She opens the door and immediately pulls me in. After a short session of love-making, she tells me of how her parents were mauled to death by a dog that looked very much like the dog we had adopted. I explain to her that the dog was fine and though her reaction was justified, she had nothing to worry about. We open the door and notice that the new dog, "Ribbles", is nowhere to be found. "Ribbles?", I cried out repeatedly, hoping the dog would appear. No response.
I go to my bathroom to relieve myself from what I had held so valiantly since leaving the Animal Shelter. Suddenly, I heard the scream of my girlfriend. I rushed out of my bathroom, pants still located around my ankles, only to find the disembodied corpse of my beloved girlfriend with a sheet of paper located next to her head. It read, "Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof." I finished using the bathroom and called the police.
The animal shelter burned down the next day.
They take me back into this room that looks like a small prison of the canine variety. I eye over a few possible furry candidates, most of which looked either fairly malnourished or suffering some strange disease. Immediately, my eyes settled on the most perfectly ordinary dog ever. His name was "Ribbles" as titled by the shelter than took him in, he was poodle-yorkshire terrirer mix with a multitude of other breeds mixed into one fluffy adorable slobbering cocktail.
I take "Ribbles" home and await the rewarding "Awww"''s that would be sure to accompany my girlfriend. She walks in and screams loudly before locking herself in the bedroom. I run to the door and ask, "Honey? What's wrong?" She opens the door and immediately pulls me in. After a short session of love-making, she tells me of how her parents were mauled to death by a dog that looked very much like the dog we had adopted. I explain to her that the dog was fine and though her reaction was justified, she had nothing to worry about. We open the door and notice that the new dog, "Ribbles", is nowhere to be found. "Ribbles?", I cried out repeatedly, hoping the dog would appear. No response.
I go to my bathroom to relieve myself from what I had held so valiantly since leaving the Animal Shelter. Suddenly, I heard the scream of my girlfriend. I rushed out of my bathroom, pants still located around my ankles, only to find the disembodied corpse of my beloved girlfriend with a sheet of paper located next to her head. It read, "Woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof." I finished using the bathroom and called the police.
The animal shelter burned down the next day.
Posted on 7/15/14 at 2:59 pm to DanMullins4Life
I was the passenger in my college roommate's car, on the way home from a spring break trip. It was late and we were driving on a desolate road back home. It was a slow drizzle of rain, the steam of the hot pavement that reduced the visibility even further on this moonless night.
After a couple of hours of driving, we pull into a small town that seemed fairly abandoned. There was one restaurant open, Arby's, so we hit the drive thru. In typical small-town fashion, our food takes forever. They finally hand our bags of food and drinks in and we're on our way again. We slip out of the town and back into the rural darkness as I'm digging thru the bags of food. I open my roast beef to put on some Arby's sauce and as I am finishing a passing car light illuminates the interior of our car just enough for me to see it. I put mother-fricking Horsey Sauce on my roast beef instead!!!! I nearly ate that shite too.
After a couple of hours of driving, we pull into a small town that seemed fairly abandoned. There was one restaurant open, Arby's, so we hit the drive thru. In typical small-town fashion, our food takes forever. They finally hand our bags of food and drinks in and we're on our way again. We slip out of the town and back into the rural darkness as I'm digging thru the bags of food. I open my roast beef to put on some Arby's sauce and as I am finishing a passing car light illuminates the interior of our car just enough for me to see it. I put mother-fricking Horsey Sauce on my roast beef instead!!!! I nearly ate that shite too.
Posted on 7/15/14 at 3:19 pm to StrawsDrawnAtRandom
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StrawsDrawnAtRandom
Holy crap reading the reddit comments 1000x creepier than the OP
Posted on 7/15/14 at 3:29 pm to AGoodTexan
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Holy crap reading the reddit comments 1000x creepier than the OP
Yeah man, that one kept me up for a night.
Posted on 7/15/14 at 3:37 pm to DanMullins4Life
Posted on 7/15/14 at 3:40 pm to StrawsDrawnAtRandom
I had a most peculiar affair the other day. Whilst sitting in my home, I detected an unfamiliar, pleasant aroma. With my nostrils filled with such a sweet fragrance, it was necessary that I find the source. I first investigated the kitchen, which was the closest room adjacent to the one I contemporaneously inhabited. The smell did not ebb, it only became more powerful but I wondered if it may have been coming, of all places, from the bathroom. I sought out this source as if it were patient zero of an epidemic, opening drawers, checking inside the shower to see if a new product was purchased and placed within. Still, the redolent agent was indiscernible, its strength driving me to the point of madness. In my chambers, it began to dawn on me, that the ingredients were possibly derived from a balm. I opened my collar and took a deep breath and discovered that...I was the source of this wonderful smell.
Posted on 7/23/14 at 9:21 am to DanMullins4Life
I was chasing my beagle deep into the woods one afternoon after middle school. Turned around and realized I had no idea where I was.
Posted on 7/23/14 at 9:27 am to Mootsman
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I was chasing my beagle deep into the woods one afternoon after middle school. Turned around and realized I had no idea where I was.
Posted on 7/23/14 at 9:43 am to DanMullins4Life
I haven't come across anything really scary, but I have seen/heard some things that have made me start believing in the paranormal.
Posted on 7/23/14 at 11:11 am to DanMullins4Life
They have a nightly radio show about this.
Posted on 7/23/14 at 1:39 pm to Vols&Shaft83
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Vols&Shaft83
if you're gonna copy and paste just link that shite
60 page thread that will bring the scared
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