Creepy Stories Thread

rg2007

Thought this thread might be a cool idea, cus I for one love being spooked/creeped out by a good short story.

So post your originals if you wanna give writing a try, and if you find some stories from the interwebs feel free to post them here, and people give their thanks if a story has suitably shpooked them.

Dravokivich

With regards to you're first rule, are you sure you're in the right forum?

MugMugs

What's yours?

rg2007

i read this on no sleep, really short but creeps me out every time.

A little girl hears her mother calling her from the kitchen downstairs. As she turns the corner at the bottom of the stairs, her mother suddenly reaches out and pulls her into the closet and whispers, "Shhh, I heard it, too."

rg2007

you could be right there, sure screw it, pic away.

Hobbes

I'll tell you something that happened to me once.

It was years ago and I was staying with my great aunt in her house in Connemara. It was a big house miles from anywhere. Apparently during the great famine, a cruel landlord and his beautiful daughter used to live there. The story is that he forbade the daughter from marrying a young solider. Broke her heart, and in her despair she hung herself. In her bedroom.

The room I was staying in was that very bedroom. I remember it was icy cold, lit by a single candle. I was drifting off to sleep when suddenly, I heard a strange creaking noise from the far corner of the room. It wasn't a ghost, so no I have never seen a ghost.

The King of Moo

rg2007 wrote: »

i read this on no sleep, really short but creeps me out every time.

A little girl hears her mother calling her from the kitchen downstairs. As she turns the corner at the bottom of the stairs, her mother suddenly reaches out and pulls her into the closet and whispers, "Shhh, I heard it, too."

Heard what?
It was the mother's voice that the little girl heard.

Anyway, I'm not sure I like all of these rules, but there was a thread recently with some good spooky stories I might link to if I find it.

J. Marston

rg2007 wrote: »

i read this on no sleep, really short but creeps me out every time.

A little girl hears her mother calling her from the kitchen downstairs. As she turns the corner at the bottom of the stairs, her mother suddenly reaches out and pulls her into the closet and whispers, "Shhh, I heard it, too."

Oooooooh. More...

Dravokivich

rg2007 wrote: »

you could be right there, sure screw it, pic away.

Eh, what I meant was you can't post pics in AH :pac:

Tabnabs

This one time, at band camp...

Canard

who was phone? :eek:

rg2007

oh right. well ive made a derp of myself in that case :pac:

but story away?

The King of Moo

The Spookiest Experience of Your Life thread:

http://www.boards.ie/vbulletin/showthread.php?p=75011565

I searched for it through my own posts so that's why it jumps to my post, not solely due to rampant narcissism.

mattjack

Legend has it that the males in my family are cursed.A gypsy has said the first born male ll never reach 28 years.My great grandfather drowned at 27 ,my grandfather died at 27 from illness and my cousin in a car crash 27.I,m the first to reach 28 ..... though I was in a car crash at 27 ...a number 27 bus ran into my car.

amacca

something about a family in a car driving in a remote rural location


something something something


they hear a bump...dad stops and gets out


something something something (build dramatic tension here)


oh god no its a hideously misshapen dwarf creature they appear to have hit (its every family's worst nightmare to run into one of these on an idyllic family holiday in a rural location)


he appears to be dead............aaah fook it, hours of paper work, interviews etc ..... bundle the auld bolox into the ditch (shure he wont care anyway hes dead...we done him a kindness etc)


back in the car.....continue driving


something something something (build some more tension here)


hours later an agitated family hears a faint scratching coming from somewhere in car


this continues for hours (until the faint scratching sound stops)


what was it whispers wifey?


daddy (sensing something is amiss) pulls over and guiltily steels himself


he nervously clicks the door handle open


places his foot ever so softly on the side of the road

then gently stands up





the family shriek in terror as the roof of the car vibrates and a loud bang is heard


a split second later wifey and kiddies wished they ahdnt looked out the window as they witness a an axe fly through the air and lop daddy's head clean off (I happen to think he deserved it but make no mistake it was a scary time ....veeerrrry scary, I wouldn't underestimate the terror of this moment if I were you)


a slavering misshapen psychotic dwarf jumps nimbly down from the roof of their car and advances upon them with a stereotypical crooked grin upon his blood soaked crazed face .........................................................

rg2007

by tortuga_de_la_muerte on no sleep

We're a small family of four: the two of us and two kids -- four and three years old. My daughter is the older one and for the last year has had nightmares off and on. Some mornings I'll wake up with her wedged firmly in between my wife and I, which is fine. We've all been there. I have no problem with it.
What I do have a problem with is when she walks in twenty minutes after we've turned the lights off and the house is dark, just to stand next to the bed on my side and stare at me. I get the sensation that I'm not alone and wake up with a dark little silhouette right next to my face. Although at times it sends me into a slight panic or at least, leaves me with slight chills (not very manly or dad-like I'll admit), I'll break the silence. "Yes, sweetie?" She'll usually ask me if I'm awake and tell me she had bad dreams. I'll let her climb into bed with us at that point and that's the end of it.
Well, last night, the same thing happened. I got the uneasy feeling I wasn't alone, my eyelids opened and there she was again -- a dark little silhouette mere inches from my face.
"What is it, sweetie?" I asked.
No response. Just silence. Then it clicked that both my kids were staying with my in-laws for the night.
I no longer wonder why my daughter wants to sleep in our bed. I was able to reach up and flip on the light, but of course there was no one there. However, I looked down the hallway and into my daughter's room and the silhouette is standing in the door way and hasn't moved for the last hour.
I think it's waiting for my daughter to come home.

Doc Ruby

Creepiest thing that ever happened to me was I was trying to rent out a room and some boglord calls up and says I "can have a go of his sister" if I rented out the room to him. The room he wanted to share with his sister. Who was apparently sixty five.

To this day I pray it was some radio show taking the piss.

amacca

Doc Ruby wrote: »

Creepiest thing that ever happened to me was I was trying to rent out a room and some boglord calls up and says I "can have a go of his sister" if I rented out the room to him. The room he wanted to share with his sister. Who was apparently sixty five.

To this day I pray it was some radio show taking the piss.

I cant stop laughing :pac:

mattjack

rg2007 wrote: »

by tortuga_de_la_muerte on no sleep

We're a small family of four: the two of us and two kids -- four and three years old. My daughter is the older one and for the last year has had nightmares off and on. Some mornings I'll wake up with her wedged firmly in between my wife and I, which is fine. We've all been there. I have no problem with it.
What I do have a problem with is when she walks in twenty minutes after we've turned the lights off and the house is dark, just to stand next to the bed on my side and stare at me. I get the sensation that I'm not alone and wake up with a dark little silhouette right next to my face. Although at times it sends me into a slight panic or at least, leaves me with slight chills (not very manly or dad-like I'll admit), I'll break the silence. "Yes, sweetie?" She'll usually ask me if I'm awake and tell me she had bad dreams. I'll let her climb into bed with us at that point and that's the end of it.
Well, last night, the same thing happened. I got the uneasy feeling I wasn't alone, my eyelids opened and there she was again -- a dark little silhouette mere inches from my face.
"What is it, sweetie?" I asked.
No response. Just silence. Then it clicked that both my kids were staying with my in-laws for the night.
I no longer wonder why my daughter wants to sleep in our bed. I was able to reach up and flip on the light, but of course there was no one there. However, I looked down the hallway and into my daughter's room and the silhouette is standing in the door way and hasn't moved for the last hour.
I think it's waiting for my daughter to come home.

How small ? I'm 5 ' 9 ' myself . Do you mean like midget small ?

amacca

mattjack wrote: »

How small ? I'm 5 ' 9 ' myself . Do you mean like midget small ?

clearly he means dwarf small!

s'all about the dwarves up in here!!!

mattjack

amacca wrote: »

clearly he means dwarf small!

s'all about the dwarves up in here!!!

:eek: there was a dwarf in your story too......

mattjack

My friend is only 4' 6 ' , she told me drunkenly before Christmas that she loved me.Mrs Mattjack wasn't happy

amacca

mattjack wrote: »

My friend is only 4' 6 ' , she told me drunkenly before Christmas that she loved me.Mrs Mattjack wasn't happy

that's what happens when you try to compartmentalize these things....let Mrs Mattjack in on the action....share ffs

take precautions however....


check if your friend habitually carries an axe beforehand.

mattjack

'Threads gonna be shut down shortly , mods don't like this sort of stuff .
I heard all mods are dwarves.

ottostreet

moar creepy stories plz!

amacca

mattjack wrote: »

'Threads gonna be shut down shortly , mods don't like this sort of stuff .
I heard all mods are dwarves.

nah they are all power crazed Napoleonic midgets :pac::pac::pac::pac::pac::pac::pac:

much less initially intimidating that actual blood soaked crazed psychotic Dwarves.

Poor Uncle Tom

rg2007 wrote: »

Some mornings I'll wake up with her wedged firmly in between my wife and I, which is fine. We've all been there.

o.O

/loose morals.

Naos

A few years ago a mother and a father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. So 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 in the night, the babysitter got bored and so she wanted to watch tv but she couldnt watch it downstairs because they didnt have cable downstairs (the parents didnt want their children watching too much garbage) so she called them and asked them if she could watch cable tv in the parents room. Of course the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request.

She asked if she could cover up the large clown statue in their bedroom with a blanket or cloth because it made her nervous.

The phone line was silent for a moment and then the father said "Hang up and get the children out of the house.....we'll call the police... we dont have a clown statue."

TanG411

"For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn. "

- Ernest Hemingway.

The shortest story ever written I believe, and a very powerful one.

Kimia

A married couple were going out for the evening and called in a teenage babysitter to take care of their three children. When she arrived they told her they probably wouldn't be back until late, and that the kids were already asleep so she needn't disturb them.

The babysitter starts doing her homework while awaiting a call from her boyfriend. After awhile the phone rings. She answers it, but hears no one on the other end — just silence, then whoever it is hangs up. After a few more minutes the phone rings again. She answers, and this time there's a man on the line who says, in a chilling voice, "Have you checked the children?"

Click.

At first she thinks it might have been the father calling to check up and he got interrupted, so she decides to ignore it. She goes back to her homework, then the phone rings again. "Have you checked the children?" says the creepy voice on the other end.

"Mr. Murphy?" she asks, but the caller hangs up again.

She decides to phone the restaurant where the parents said they'd be dining, but when she asks for Mr. Murphy she is told that he and his wife had left the restaurant 45 minutes earlier. So she calls the police and reports that a stranger has been calling her and hanging up. "Has he threatened you?" the dispatcher asks. No, she says. "Well, there's nothing we can really do about it. You could try reporting the prank caller to the phone company."

A few minutes go by and she gets another call. "Why haven't you checked the children?" the voice says.

"Who is this?" she asks, but he hangs up again. She dials 911 again and says, "I'm scared. I know he's out there, he's watching me."

"Have you seen him?" the dispatcher asks. She says no. "Well, there isn't much we can do about it," the dispatcher says. The babysitter goes into panic mode and pleads with him to help her. "Now, now, it'll be okay," he says. "Give me your number and street address, and if you can keep this guy on the phone for at least a minute we'll try to trace the call. What was your name again?"

"Linda."

"Okay, Linda, if he calls back we'll do our best to trace the call, but just keep calm. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," she says, and hangs up. She decides to turn the lights down so she can see if anyone's outside, and that's when she gets another call.

"It's me," the familiar voice says. "Why did you turn the lights down?"

"Can you see me?" she asks, panicking.

"Yes," he says after a long pause.

"Look, you've scared me," she says. "I'm shaking. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted?"

"No."

"Then what do you want?" she asks.

Another long pause. "Your blood. All over me."

She slams the phone down, terrified. Almost immediately it rings again. "Leave me alone!" she screams, but it's the dispatcher calling back. His voice is urgent.

"Linda, we've traced that call. It's coming from another room inside the house. Get out of there! Now!!!"

She tears to the front door, attempting to unlock it and dash outside, only to find the chain at the top still latched. In the time it takes her to unhook it she sees a door open at the top of the stairs. Light streams from the children's bedroom, revealing the profile of a man standing just inside.

She finally gets the door open and bursts outside, only to find a cop standing on the doorstep with his gun drawn. At this point she's safe, of course, but when they capture the intruder and drag him downstairs in handcuffs, she sees he is covered in blood. Come to find out, all three children have all been murdered.

Peyton Manning

If I pick up my house phone and try to dial the other house phone in the kitchen, all I get is an engaged tone.

Fail.

Naos

Peyton Manning wrote: »

If I pick up my house phone and try to dial the other house phone in the kitchen, all I get is an engaged tone.

Fail.

If only they could invent some kind of, mobile telephonic communication device...

Da Shins Kelly

'The last man on earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door...'

- Fredric Brown.

rg2007

really long but scared the sh*t outta me when i first read id. parts of vid are on youtube.

I want to start off by saying that if you want an answer at the end, prepare to be disappointed. There isn't one and I don't think there will ever be.

I was an intern at Nickelodeon Studios for a year back in 2005 for my degree in animation. I wasn't paid, of course, but most internships aren't. It did have some perks beyond education, though. To adults, it might not seem like a big one, but most kids at the time would have **** themselves over it.

Since I worked directly with the editors and animators, I got to view new episodes of cartoons days before they were aired.

I'll get right to the point without giving too unnecessary details. They had very recently made the Spongebob movie and the entire staff was somewhat sapped of creativity. It took them a little longer to start up the new season, sure, but the delay actually lasted longer for more upsetting reasons related to the season four premiere.

Two other interns and I were in the editing room along with the lead animators and sound editors for the final cut. We received the copy that was supposed to be "Fear of a Krabby Patty," and gathered around the screen to watch.

Now, given that everything isn't finalized at that point, animators often put up a mock title card as a joke with phony, often times lewd, titles like "How Sex Doesn't Work" instead of "Rock-a-by Bialve," the episode where Spongebob and Patrick adopt a baby Sea Scallop. There's nothing particularly funny except for a few work-related chuckles.

When we saw the title card "Squidward's Suicide," we didn't think it was anything more than a morbid joke. One of the interns did a small throat laugh at it. The happy-go-lucky music played as normal.

The story began as many of them do: Squidward was practicing his clarinet, hitting a few sour notes like usual. We hear Spongebob laughing outside and Squidward stops, yelling at him to keep it down. He mentioned something about a concert that night he needed to practice for.

Spongebob complies and goes to see Sandy with Patrick. The bubbles splash screen comes up and it has cut to the ending of Squidward's concert. This is where things begin to seem off, in a bad way.

While playing, a few frames repeat themselves and the sound doesn't. At this point, sound is synched up with the animation, so that isn't very common. When he stops playing, the sound finishes as if the skip never happened, too. There's a slight murmuring in the crowd before everyone begins to boo him.

This wasn't the normal cartoon booing that's common in the show. You could clearly hear malice in it. Squidward was in full frama nd looked visibly afraid. The shot cut to the crowd, with Spongebob in center frame. He, too, is booing. It was very much unlike him. However, that wasn't the oddest thing.

The oddest thing was that everyone had hyper-realistic eyes. They were very detailed. They weren't shots of real people's eyes, but something a bit more real than CGI. The pupils were red, too. Some of us looked at each other, obviously confused, but since we weren't the writers we didn't question its appeal to children...yet.

The shot cuts to Squidward as he sat on the edge of his bed, looking forlorn. The view out of his porthole window was of a night sky, so it probably wasn't very long after the concert.

At this point, there was no sound. There was LITERALLY no sound. There wasn't even feedback from the speakers in the room. It was as if the speakers were turned off, though their status showed them working perfectly.

Squidward simply sat there, blinking, in this silence for about thirty seconds until he began to sof softly. He put his tentacles over his eyes and cried quietly for a full minute more, all the while a sound in the background slowly growing from nothing to barely audible. It sounded like a slight breeze through a forest.

The screen slowly began to zoom in on his face. By slowly, I mean it was only noticeable if you look at shots ten seconds apart side by side. His sobbing got louder and louder, more full of hurt and anger.

The screen twitched for a split second, as if it twisted in on itself, before returning to normal. The wind-through-the-trees sound slowly got louder and louder - more severe, too - as if a storm was brewing somewhere.

The eerie part was that this sound and Squidward's sobbing sounded real. It was as if the sound wasn't coming from the speakers, but as if the speakers were holes the sound was coming through from the other side. As good quality as the studio likes to have, they don't purchase the equipment to be good enough to produce sound of that quality.

Below the sound of the wind and sobbing was something that sounded like faint laughing. It came at odd intervals and never lasted more than a second, so you had a hard time pinning it. After 30 seconds of this, the screen blurred and twitched vilently as something flashed over the screen like a subliminal image.

The lead animation editor paused and rewound frame by frame. What was saw was horrible.

It was a still photo of a dead child. He couldn't have been more than six years old. His face was mangled and bloodied. One eye was popped out and dnagling over his upturned face. he was naked, down to his underwear, and his stomach was crudely cut open with his entrails lying beside him.

He was lying on some pavement. The most upsetting part was there was the shadow of the photographer visible. There was no cripe tape, no evidence bags or markers, and the angle was completely off for a shot designed to be evidence. It would seem the photographer was the person responsible for the child's death.

We were, of course, mortified. However, we pressed on, hoping it was just a sick joke. The screen flipped back to Squidward, still sobing. He was louder than before and only half of his body was in the frame. There was no what appeared to be blood running down his face from his eyes.

The blood was also done in a hyper-realistic style. It looked as if you touched it, you'd get blood on your fingers. The wind sounded as if it were a gale blowing through a forest. There were even snapping sounds of branches.

The laughing, a deep baritone, lasted longer and came more frequently. After about twenty seconds, the screen again twisted and showed another single-frame photo.

The editor was reluctant to go back, as we all were, but we knew he had to. This time, the photo was that of what appeared a little girl no older than the first child. She was lying on her stomach, her barrettes in a pool of blood next to her. Her left eye, too, was popped out and she was naked except for underpants. Her entrails were piled on top of her above a crude cut along her back.

Again, the body on the street and the photographer's shadow was visible. It was very similar in shape and size to the first. I had to choke back vomit and one intern, the only female in the room, ran out.

The show resumed. About five seconds after this second photo, all sound stopped like it was when this scene started. Squidward put his tentacles down and his eyes were done in a hyper-realistic style like the others in the beginning of the episode.

They were bleeding, bloodshot and pulsating. He stared at the screen, as if watching the viewer. After ten seconds, he started sobbing. This time, he wasn't covering his eyes at all.

The sound was piercing and loud. The most fear-inducing part of all of this was his sobbing. It was mixed in with screams. Tears and blood were dripping down Squidward's face at a heavy rate.

The wind sound came back and so did the deep-voiced laughing. The next still photo lasted for a good five frames. The animator was able to stop it on the fourth and backed up.

This time, the photo was of a boy about the same age as other children, but the scene was different. The entrails were just being pulled out from a stomach wound by a large hand. The boy's right eye was popped and dangling with blood trickling down it. The animator proceeded. The next was different, though we couldn't tell how.

He went to the next after that, and it was the same thing. He went back to the first and played them quicker. I lost it, vomiting on the floor. The animating and sound editors were gasping at the screen.

The file frames were not as if they were five different photos. They were played out as if they were frames from a video. We saw the hand slowly lift out the guts, we saw the kid's eyes focus on it, and we even saw two frames of him beginning to blink.

The lead sound editor told us to stop. He had to call in the creator to see it. Mr. Hillenburg arrived within fifteen minutes. He was confused as to why he was called down there, so the editor continued the episode.

Once the few frames were shown, all sound again stopped. Squidward was staring at the viewer, his entire face in the frame, for about three seconds. The shot quickly panned out and that deep voice said, "DO IT." The next thing we see is a shotgun in Squidward's hands.

He immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splattered the wall and bed behind him. He flies back from the force. The last five seconds of the episode show his body on the bed, on his side, with one eye dangling on what's left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it. The episode ends there.

Mr. Hillenburg was obviously angry about it. He demanded to know what the hell was going on. Most people left the room at that point, so it was just a handful of us to watch it again. Viewing the episode twice only served to imprint the entirety of it into my mind and caused me horrible nightmares. I'm sorry I stayed.

The only theory we could think of was that someone in the chain from the drawing studio to here edited the file. The CTO was called into analyze when it happened. The analysis of the file did show it was edited over by new material.

However, the timestamp of it happening was a mere 24 seconds before we began viewing it. All equipment involved was examined for foreign software and hardware, as well as glitches - as if the time stamp may have glitched and showed the wrong time - but everything checked out fine.

We don't know what happened and, to this day, nobody does. There was a police investigation due to the nature of the photos, but nothing came of it. No child seen was identified and no clues were gathered from the data involved or physical clues in the photos.

I never believed in unexplainable phenomena before, but now that I've seen it for myself...if something happens and I can't prove anything about it beyond anecdotal evidence, I think twice about things.

later12

This ghost story will be known to many, it's a bit like how the entire population of Dublin was in the GPO in 1916, but anyway, here was my Granny's supposed recollection of events.

It was during the Civil war, when the Irish countryside was an unstable and a dangerous place, with brother fighting against brother and the breakdown of religion, state, and civilised society.

My Grandfather was out of the country and my Grandmother lived alone in a big old derelict house in Tipperary. Due to the war, nobody answered their doors unless they were expecting visitors.

It was close to midnight, and there was a terrible downpour of rain. As she sat drinking alcohol and playing a game of cards with her sister, my Grandmother heard a loud thump at the Hall door. She wouldn't have opened it but for the storm, and outside on the door step stood a very tall man of over 6 feet in height, wearing a priest's hat, a black cloak, and a cane.

Thinking he was a Priest seeking shelter, my Grandmother invited him into the living room to dry, and to join herself and her sister in a game of cards.

The man sat with them and drank with them, and seemed to know lots of facts about both women. They began to play cards. This man told them he had a second sight, and performed some card tricks to the womens' great amusement. Then he predicted some awful disasters in their lives which they were not to disclose. Each disaster, he said, would be preceded by the sight of a black pig.

The card game went on in silence, until suddenly the man opposite them dropped one of his cards to the ground.

When my Grandmother bent down to pick it up she was horrified by what she saw... instead of shoes, this stranger had a pair of cloven feet. Immediately she knew this was the Devil himself, and that she was damned for having given him shelter and welcomed him into her house.

This used to frighten the bejaysus out of us as kids, especially when the old dear would show us the black chair where the devil sat and the marks he supposedly left on the walls of the house. Lots of people in Ireland claimed to have seen the devil during our civil war, perhaps a manifestation of the psychological disturbance that war can wreak on ordinary, and particularly religious, people.

irelandspurs

BOO

lastlaugh

Once upon a time an African lad came over to Ireland and hooked up with a gamey Aul one. They liked to take lots of drugs and get off their t!ts. I suppose you could say it was a turbulent relationship.

This Aul one had two very ugly daughters and they also liked to get off their heads.

One night the Afican lad started becoming abusive to the mother in front of the daughters, worse again, he started to make a move on the slightly less ugly daughters in front of everyone!

Little did he know that he was in for an horrific experience and to this day his flute has never been found.

cazzzzz

Was asleep one night and my roommate and her boyfriend were still up watching a DVD. The sitting room is right beside my room so the light from the tv was reflecting underneath my bedroom door.

I fell asleep anyway, felt as though i'd only been asleep a few minutes. In my dream I was collecting my bags from the belt you'd have at airports.

I fell down this massive escalator and just as I was about to fall into this massive pool of water, I heard my roommate frantically calling my name really loudly and I saw my room fill with light (so I assumed she had opened my bedroom door)

I woke up from my dream expecting to see her in my room, my room was in darkness, I called her asking her what she wanted, she didn't reply so I went into her room to she what she wanted and she was fast asleep.

So creepy.

I didn't sleep at all that night.

cml387

All these are b*llocks compared to Fishooks12 's story in that link back there.
I don't care if it was real or he made it up,it was weird stuff.

judosean2005

mmm Dont really know if this is good enough to be here
as its not creepy just abit unusual i guess.

my name is Sean i was born on the 8th of Jan.

My aunt Anne
(who is medically blind but still take the hand off u if u walked past her with whiskey.but thats another story)
was born on the 8th of Jan.

I am married to a Polish woman who was born on the 8th of Jan.

And 2 years ago, she gave birth to alex and megan,our twins, on the 8th of Jan.


Weird eh )

Sean

lcrcboy

Staying at my cousins house which was full with people at the time so I had to sleep downstairs on the living room couch, which was ok because no one had been drinking and everyone had to get up for work so went to sleep early enough. But I woke up at about half three in the morning to a mobile phone which was ringing I tried to ignore it at first but the stupid phone kept ringing so I got up and found it on top of the fire place which was across the other side of the Living room, I pressed the end call button and went back to sleep it didn't ring again that night.

The next morning at breakfast I told my cousin that his phone or who ever it belonged to was ringing last night, he sat back and said thats strange because that phone on the fire place was his from over a year back and was completely broken it went dead a year ago. Now Im completely 100 percent sure I woke up to it ringing and I had not been drinking or doing anything else that night. That night has always stumped me

The_Thing

Her husband's funeral was in less than an hour's time, but Cynthia still wanted - or, more accurately, needed - to feel his penis inside her one last time before the casket was closed forever...