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 4 years ago '07        #181
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When i was 14 I lived with my dad and I slept on the couch and the screen door was closed but the second door was slightly open and my radio was on and I swear it was like Howard stern talking but what fu*ked me up was that he was saying my name and talking sh*t to me calling me a n*gga with the er and sh*t and I got a call on my cell phone from a restricted number so I answerd and I could just hear someone breathing but they never said anything so I hung up turned the radio off looked outside then closed the door my heart was thumping and I couldn't go back to sleep so I turned the radio back on but the Howard stern guy was no longer talking to me sh*t fu*ked me up
 06-01-2013, 12:17 PM         #182
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 I-NeeD-$$$ said:
Ida whooped that old bi*ch a.ss b...

she might be crazy but one quick hook to the jaw would've knocked her the fu*k out
This n*gga easily be having the funniest posts
 4 years ago '12        #183
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 Stupid Fresh said:
I almost dont want to retype it because I wont do it justice

it was in 1 of those "top 5 most dangerous places in the world" threads

pretty much he said there was a family visiting Tijuana.. (husband, wife, children)

the husband was driving.. it was early so no other cars were on the streets..

the family gets to a stop light and there was a car in front of them

the light turned green and the car in front of them just sat there.. then the light turns red..

the light turns green again and the car is still just sitting there so the husband is about to honk the horn and the light turns red again.

as the light is still red the person driving the car in front gets out and hands the husband some money (u.s $).. the husband asks what is this for.. the guy said he made a deal with his friends who were all members of a mexican drug cartel. if the husband honked his horn they would have gotten out and executed the family.. and if he didn't honk they would give him money (i think 500$)

like i said.. i didn't really do the story justice but thats the sum of it
That was me
 4 years ago '06        #184
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 CaliSteppin said:
That was me


props then

sh*t.. find that post and quote it in here
 4 years ago '09        #185
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 Neo22 said:
the car accident and the baby sitter one
this guy has real ghost stories. drop it and be a bx god


message him to drop it .
 4 years ago '06        #186
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n*ggas saying some stories are fake and they might be. My stories are real tho that's on my momma as God as my witness. I don't know what it is about that damn house on buckingham rd but i never wanna see it again. Hell wilson was a creepy a.ss place to begin with mad wooded areas and at night this long a.ss main rd had no fu*king lights on it.
 4 years ago '07        #187
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I love this type of stuff, got alot of chills just reading this thread. The only time I've ever had an eerie encounter was about 3 years ago, I worked for City Elections and me and a friend had some overtime work on a saturday where we had to give out bags of election supplies to election officials after their training sessions. They had us stationed in the basement of an enormous, really old civic centre. (The Scarborough Civic Center) The layout of the building had our room being central with many hallways sprawling out of it (only mention this to say we were alone and there was no wind or anything) Anyways, these training sessions went on for 2 hours so we did nothing but go out to smoke, come back, eat, chill, whatever until the people came to grab their bags. So we're chilling there, had a TV setup, watching a movie and I had a bottle of water on the desk. I notice the bottle of water starts wobbling back and forth, and it grew with intensity for a few seconds until it just shot across the table unprovoked. It was the weirdest thing I've ever witness, it just started shaking and then zoomed across the table into the wall and fell. To make things even weirder there was a door in the room, that did not have a door handle. As soon as this happened there was loud, creepy scratching on the other side of that door. I have no idea what was supposed to be in there and this huge building had no one but security guards and the people being trained 3 floors up in it. The scratching was so loud and distinct and eventually stopped. I've never experience any hauntings or ghosts, but that's something to this day me and my friend can not explain and both get creeped out mentioning.
 4 years ago '08        #188
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Just read this on Creepy Pasta, it's in 6 parts but this is part one. A link to the rest will be at the bottom if you choose to read them.

Okay guys, before I begin, I gotta give you a fair warning. This story is absolutely true unfortunately. It is also very long. It goes back to my childhood, but it wasn’t as terrifying until very recently. Now I am completely lost in fear. I am an adult man, logical and intelligent (or I’d like to believe so) sitting in my bed, scared sh*tless right now, goosebumps all over my body and tears of horror in my eyes. I ask for your help in explaining this fu*king horrifying thing. Caution: you’ll notice that I curse quite a bit.

I want you to know that what you read from now on is the situation perceived by my mind. I like to think that I am a very rational person and I haven’t been able to explain these occurrences in any natural way.

Since my mom got a new job, she started making new friends. It is common in our country that friends come to each other’s houses for a cup of coffee, cake, gossip and whatnot. Few weeks into her new job, my mom made friends with this woman, Rose. She would come maybe twice a week and they’d sit around the coffee table on our balcony and just talk. One day, when I was 17, I was at the balcony with them. I’m not sure why I was there, but knowing me, I probably ran out of internet hours (back in a day we bought internet monthly per hour in my country) and was bored as fu*k. So we’re sitting there, they’re gossiping about who knows what, and mom gets up to go get some cake she had baked recently. I remained sitting at the table with Rose and that’s when my life changed forever. Rose was a good looking woman. She was about 5’6”, skinny, long black hair, pearly white teeth. Attractive woman overall. So anyways, I am sitting there with her, and she turns to me. She has this creepy grin on her face; bright red lipstick with bright white teeth underneath are just making it look more scary. Her head is moving slowly, almost as if she became a puppet. She says something in the lowest tone possible, certainly not loud enough for me to understand. “Excuse me?” I say, still not being scared, just a bit weirded out.

“You ready to go now?” She said this in a voice of a child, I kid you not. Like maybe an 8 year old girl.

Grin is still there. She mustered those words through her teeth, never opening the jaw.

“What?” I ask, starting to get scared.

“You ready?” The same thing again. Only this time, she pulls out an orange out of her purse. That’s it, she just took the orange out, and held it there. Didn’t offer it, didn’t eat it herself, just held the fu*king thing.

At that point, I was getting scared as fu*k. Thankfully, my mom came with the cake. Rose, almost as if someone pushed a button on a remote control, switched back to her normal self, putting the orange back into her purse without my mom noticing. I left the balcony creeped out, but I was 17 so I brushed it off quickly.

That night, I had trouble sleeping. My room is on the first floor and my window is at a maybe 5’ height, so I kept looking at it praying not to see some scary monster. I would turn in my bed constantly and look at the window maybe every 5 minutes. It was getting late and I started to doze off, but decided to look into the window one last time. And there she fu*king was. Standing in the fu*king window. Rose. Just standing, looking directly at me (moonlight was bright enough for me to see), with the same grin on her face. Lipstick was red as ever, and teeth were whither than ever. I was paralyzed with fear. I often imagined what I’d do in situations like these, and I always had an escape plan for any hypothetical I threw at myself. But now, when this friend of my mother’s was staring at me through my window at 4am, just smiling, I was motionless. My mouth got dry, I got goosebumps (have them now as I type this), and I swear it became freezing in my room, probably just the way the body reacts to shock. I finally gathered the courage to get up. I started walking towards the door. Hear head was turning with me. Slowly. With the grin still there. Again, it was as if she were a puppet. I wanted to scream for my parents, but knowing how tense they are, I decided not to cause panic just yet. There had to be some rational explanation, right? For fu*k knows what reason, I decided to walk to the window and ask her what the fu*k her problem was. I made two slow steps towards it and froze. I froze because she moved. You know what her movement was? Taking the orange out of her purse. Does anyone know what the record time is for having goosebumps? Because they sure as sh*t aren’t going away. Anyways, after being terrified for a minute, I decide to go on. I am a big guy and figured I’d be able to f!ght her off if push comes to shove. My windows pull up in order to open. I pull it open maybe some 10 inches and stop. She’s not moving, just holding the fu*king orange and looking at me with the scariest grin you’ll ever see. I stand there. She stands there. Then, she starts bending. But every move she makes is so slow, so mechanical. She’s bending so she can reach the open part of the window. I’m horrified. She pushes her head through it (just enough space for her head to go through).

“You go with me now?” As she’s saying that, in her 8 year old voice, her hand is making its way through the crack, holding an orange. What do I to? What you’d do. fu*king run. I run out of my room, screaming for my dad. My dad being a light sleeper, he jumps out of his bed and screams back at me asking what the hell is going on. All I can muster to say is “Rose…window.” While dad is putting his pants on, I run back to my room, wanting Rose to be there so he can see that I am not crazy. You know how in horror movies the person you saw is gone by the time witnesses come? Yea well similar thing happened, except I caught Rose leaving. There is a house some 100 yards away from mine, and it had one of those motion activated lights (lots of crime back home). I saw the light turn on, and a glimpse of Rose disappearing behind that house. By the time dad ran into my room, she was gone. After much talking, he decided that it was just a nightmare and told me to call him only if someone physically comes into my room. “You and your fu*king imagination” he said walking away. Needless to say, I got exactly zero hours of sleep that night.

Nothing happened in the next few months. Rose would still come to visit my mom, but I’d make sure I wasn’t there. fu*k that. As in every teenager’s life, so many things were happening around me and I forgot about the Rose incident. Then one day, I was spending my afternoon browsing internet (years before Reddit unfortunately). I got pretty hungry so as any spoiled child, I yelled from my room to see if my mom would come. She didn’t. Oh well tough luck, I have to go to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich. Kitchen in our house is connected to the living room, but you can’t see the living room until you’re at least in the middle of the kitchen. So I open the kitchen and walk in. I freeze. There it is, right there on the kitchen table. An orange. Immediate thought of that creepy night. Rose is here. I am still motionless in my spot. Few seconds later, I realize how stupid I am for relating a common piece of fruit to a crazy window stalker. So I walk towards the table, wanting to put the orange back in the fruit cabinet. I grab the thing and hear the voice behind me: “You will have to come with me soon, you know.” Child’s voice. It’s Rose. I produce some kind of noise resembling scared pig about to get slaughtered. Lightning fast, I turn around and there she is, standing in the middle of the living room. Just standing there, same grin on her face, same lipstick on her lips, teeth white as ever. Only she started tilting her head to the left a bit, in slow motion. I remember it as if it happened yesterday: her long black hair falling down her shoulders, white summer dress, bright red shoes to match her lipstick. I forgot to mention that she was very pale. Even in the summer, she seemed to not be friends with the sun. This added to creepiness. There’s this woman who already scared the sh*t out of me once, standing alone in the middle of my living room, pale as a ghost, bright red lipstick and shoes, tilting her head to the side, speaking in child’s voice. And then, and fu*king then, she takes an orange out of her purse. Takes it out slowly, and looks at me, as if she wants me to have it. Just as my self-defense mode is about to take over and I either run away or tackle the crazy bi*ch, my mom walks in. I know it didn’t happen, but it seemed like my mom brought the light into the room. I released a breath of relief. Rose, of course, went back to her “normal” self. They were about to go for a walk and my mom was getting ready in her room while she was pulling her grudge sh*t on me.

Since my parents wouldn’t believe anything I was saying about her, I wasn’t sure what to do. Only thing I could do at that age is nothing, I suppose. But I swore I’d punch that woman should she ever come close to me again.

A year or so had passed without any incidents and I was getting ready to go to the United States to study in college. Since I was going to play basketball there, I had to prepare for it. I spent summer away from home, working out in a training camp in a town about 40 miles from my city. During the last night of the camp, the last incident happened. My roommate had left the camp the day before and I had the room to myself. I was very excited about going to America in few days and had trouble sleeping. My room had a beautiful balcony (I was on the third floor of a hotel). Since it was warm, I decided to sit in the chair on the balcony for a while. I walked out, sat down, and immediately regretted it.

“It is really time to come now.”

I nearly sh*t myself. I mean, it’s been a while since I last heard that voice, but something like that stays with you forever. I turned my head to the right, and Rose was standing on the fence of a balcony of the room next to mine. Mind you, not standing on the balcony, or sitting at the table, but standing on the fence. How she was balancing I don’t know. Balcony was at least 50 feet from the ground. And she was holding the orange. fu*king orange. Only this time, orange seemed to have been somewhat rotten, not nearly as bright as the first three times. I was scared that she would attempt to jump over to my balcony, as there was only few feet distance between them. I was also scared she’d die in attempt to do so and I’d be blamed somehow. I had no idea what the fu*k was going on.

“It really is time, you know.” She said it in that child like voice, never opening her jaw, her teeth forever clenched together, and lipstick the color of fresh blood. She seemed even paler this time, and her head was tilted to the left even more. She wore red shoes.

“What the fu*k do you want from me?” I screamed in desperation, angry that this woman is causing me so much distress, but also hoping that someone would hear me and come witness this crazy bi*ch’s harassment.

“I only want you to go where you belong.” She said that, and again, never opened her teeth. She only sprang her hand more towards me, almost offering me that semi rotten orange.

“fu*k you, you crazy bi*ch.” I opened the door of my room, and as I was walking in, I heard: “You will come.”

I slammed the door, deciding this woman was schizophrenic. I would’ve probably flipped out more, but I was leaving the continent in few days, at which point I was safe. Wrong.

I know I have a wall of fu*king text but this is the shortest version of these creepy events. I came to the US, and have been here for 7 years now. I forgot about the incidents and went on with my life. Only time I ever thought about Rose was when talking to my mom who said that since I left, her friendship with the crazy bi*ch fell apart. I was glad. Last 7 years were the best of my life. I got bachelor’s and master’s degrees, I got a wonderful girlfriend, you know, life’s good, man. But then. But fu*king then. I am a big technology geek, and I love Apple (don’t shoot me down for this please). So, it was Last Friday, September 21st, the release of iPhone 5. I am in front of the store with about 50 other people. I am maybe 15th in line. It’s raining. It’s cold. I’ve been there for about 4 hours now. Doors finally open. We start moving in slowly. I look across the street and instantly stop. People run into my back, I can hear complaining. But it’s all bouncing off of me. Across the street, I see a woman in a white dress, head tilted, holding something orange-ish. Grin on her face. Lipstick so bright red, I can see it from across the street. I can’t move. Someone from far in the back pushes, causing me to fall. While I gather myself, I see the woman disappearing behind the corner. I remain sitting on the ground. It was Rose. It was her, I swear. I sit there for few minutes, get myself together, and walk in the store. No phones left. I decide to walk across the street. And there it was. At the place where she was standing now only sits a mushed, terribly rotten orange. That’s it. Just a rotten orange. I started crying. All memories came back. I thought that my whole life would constitute of being stalked by some maniac. And how did she find me anyways? I spent next few hours in a nearby coffee shop, drinking tea and reasoning how this could be logically possible. I kept no secret from my friends and family about my whereabouts. Did she stalk my Facebook? My friends? Did she travel here to harm me? What the fu*k is her deal? Answering no questions I asked myself, I went home, deciding to keep it all to myself. My girlfriend noticed something was wrong with me for the next few days, but didn’t push it. I figured it was all a fluke, my mind playing tricks because I was up all night before that morning. Plus, it was raining. How could I see that well? And that orange, well that was just a coincidence. I convinced myself that I was just making it all up.
 4 years ago '08        #189
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So today, a letter came. I get a lot of mail, so it’s not that out of the ordinary. But there was this envelope with no return address. I opened it and was immediately shocked. I was holding a Polaroid picture. In it, there was me, standing in line in front of the store last Friday. Only the picture was taken by a person behind me. It was taken at the moment I was looking across the street. I can tell because I could see the horror on my face. On the back of the photo, there were few words written with a black pen:

“you come with me, NOW.”

I dropped the picture and started crying like a baby. Like really crying my a.ss off. My girlfriend found me in our room, curled up on bed, still crying. She was terrified that maybe someone close to us had died, as she’s never seen me let a single tear before. I had to tell her. I started telling her the story, leaving most details out, so I can get to the point quicker. As I was talking, she was getting more and more pale. She never said a word. I finished my story and she was pale as ghost, not moving. Then she asked. She asked a fu*king question that honestly caused me to almost faint. She said: “This woman, did she happen, to… um, hold an orange?” I froze, she started crying like I’ve never seen her cry before.

We had a long talk that night, and her story would require another wall of text. Honestly, I am fu*king tired from typing this much and am pretty sure nobody will be willing to read this much. I am also lost. Terrified. Confused. But if someone does read this, I’ll write the rest. I’ll write in hope that someone can offer a solution, and an answer maybe. Currently, we are both scared as fu*k, not knowing what to do next. Police is an option, but what do we tell them? I don’t know man, I am fu*king scared for mine and her well being. Help me.

Update: Well guys, sh*t. Don’t know what to tell you. It happened again today. Except I didn’t see her. Let me give you a quick rundown of events:

9:00 am – I go to the local police station with my girlfriend. We tell them all that we know and show them the Polaroid. Although quite friendly, they say they really can’t do much other than maybe file a restraining order against the person who probably (their words) isn’t even in the country. They think I mistook her for someone else and the picture, well they said it was probably a prank. They did take the photo and open a file about it, just in case it escalates. It did.
1:00 pm – We arrived in town where I saw her. Went to the location, there was nothing there. Don’t know what the hell I expected anyways. We stayed there for a while.
6:30 pm – Arriving home. Front door of the house is open, but this is not uncommon as we live with 5 other roommates. We go upstairs to our room. Our room is open. That is unheard of as we always make sure we lock it. And our landlord is the only other person who has the key. I yell asking if someone is there, no response. Also, no roommates are in the house, it seems. We walk in. We freeze. Our room is decently small, constitutes of two queen size beds put together and a little dresser and that’s about it. So what did we see? Pillows are all on our dresser. Towels on the bed.Our sheet is taken off the bed and put on the floor. It is spread out. In the center of it is an orange cut in two halves with a little peel next to it. My laptop is facing the door and is playing the same song on repeat. My laptop was turned off before I left and was also password protected. The song playing is my favorite from childhood, “Africa” by Toto. My desktop background was changed to one picture from my childhood that I didn’t even have in the computer.
7:00 pm – We call the police, they arrive 15 minutes later. I take about 5 pics of the mess just before they come. They say they’ll start an investigation, but claim that it’s still not “serious enough” for fingerprints and stuff.
8:30 pm – They leave and tell us to call should anything happen again, and also advise us to stay with friends if possible.
We spent next few hours just talking, man. Trying to figure it out. We’re exhausted both mentally and physically. I am going to Skype with my mom tomorrow and see if she knows anything. I will type up my gf’s story tonight, but may post it in the morning if I don’t finish it all in time. I will include photos I took, I promise you that much.

Holy fu*k, this sh*t is happening to me.


 4 years ago '06        #190
J_Teflon 1 heat pts
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Good read
 4 years ago '05        #191
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 popsjenkins said:
Just read this on Creepy Pasta, it's in 6 parts but this is part one. A link to the rest will be at the bottom if you choose to read them.
This story right here......... nigggaaa...


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 4 years ago '04        #192
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all good movie scenes. I'd like to see the car accident joint with an ill twist in some type of movie. Makes me want to seriously install a camera w/ audio on my rear view mirror.
 4 years ago '12        #193
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 B4ST4RD! said:
Yall forreal??? 9 was the fakest one of them all
That was actually one of the more realistic ones, maybe it was exaggerated and "creepified" but people been robbin good Samaritans like that for years
 4 years ago '13        #194
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This ish right here is scary af!! I dare yall to watch this alone with the lights off.


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 4 years ago '08        #195
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Damn what a fu*kin thread man. Some of these stories (In the OP and told by members) gave me goosebumps for real.


I got a story for you guys, in fact it happend twice and its long so bare with me. Its also kind of hard to describe the scenery/setting but ill do my best.

On to the story.

Some background info: I grew up mainly in south Florida Miami and Broward County, but I had a few close friends that lived in West Palm Beach, which is about 45mins north of Ft Lauderdale and an hour and 20mins north of Miami.

Only reason im telling you this is because the following events take place in Palm Beach county. I had a friend (We'll call him Ryan) who lived in West Palm who had a pretty big house and his parents were cool as hell, so some weekends me and a couple friends would go kick it up there.

Now for those of you that dont know, if you go out really west in palm beach county you wind up in a really rural community called "Loxahatchee", not to be confused with the poor area of "Pahokee" (the football recruiting hotspot). Loxahatchee is made up of large homes usually sitting on 1-2 acres of land and occupied by rednecks or just regular white people who like the country. People ride horses, hunt and go 'mudding' to pass the time. Needless to say its not really my type of town.

Now onto the story: The first incident took place in probably 2006 and the second incident in 2008.

First encounter: Me, and my boy 'Cory' went up to stay at Ryan's house for the weekend. We're all about 16-17yo at the time. Ryan lives about 25mins from Loxahatchee. One night we we're bored and we decided to check out this area of loxahatchee what people call "ghost town". So we pile into a ford explorer and head out. Here is where describing some of the scenery will be tough but ill try and help yall get a picture of the setting.

So about a half hour later we reach the start of "ghost town". Its about a 1/4 mile off one of the "main" roads in "the lox" (loxahatchee)...Its already creepy as hell. Remember this is the definition of country and rural out here. And in the past it was a KKK hot spot, with many of the current residents probably still sharing the views of the klan. So us being minorities and all it already wasnt an area we should have been fu*kin around in. We turn on to the main road of the ghost town area and fam, I sh*t you not, the darkness of that road could be compared to the darkness of the bottom of the ocean. The dirt road was wide enough for about 3-4 cars to fit side by side with thick walls tress about 25-30ft high on either side. We couldnt see to the end of the road (Even with the high beams on) it seemed to go on for at least a couple miles. Let me look for a pic to reference.

Imagine this but the road being wider and there being tall tress on either side of the road


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So we're all like But we decide to keep going for now, driving down the dirt road at about 30mph or so because the road is really bumpy. We finally reach the end of the "main road", it kind of forks at the end, to the right looks like seemingly endless fields and trees and to the left continues on a smaller dirt road but with out the wall of trees...we continue along start getting a little shook because along the road but about 40-50 yards from the actual street, spaced really far apart from each other are houses that resemble the one in Texas Chain Saw Massacre....So at this point we all agree we should just turn back and go. We get back onto the wide "main ghost town road", at this point we're just more creeped out than anything, thinking "Man how the fu*k people live out here?".

So far nothing all that interesting has happened but once we made it about half way up the "main road" i look behind us into the pitch black and all of a sudden 4 separate lights appear about 80 yards behind us , I tell my boys and we're all like . If i had to describe the lights I would say they look like the single circular lights youd find on the front of an ATV/Dirt bike, except they werent projecting light onto the road it self, they were just like hovering orbs of light. The weird thing is tho there was no where for them to come from to just appear like that. What i mean is, they appeared too close to us to have just turned onto the main road from that fork at the end i talked about and they is no way in hell they came out of the wall of trees on either side (The trees/woods on either side were way to thick to have operated an ATV in). And it was def too dark to have driven a vehicle up the main road getting close to us and then putting the lights on, impossible due to the 0 visibility. And besides, I was looking into the darkness when they appeared out of no where. So my boy just starts driving a bit faster now. But the next thing that happens is what forever will send chills up my spine. The 4 lights became perfectly aligned in one row, they moved in perfect harmony and now it looked like there was only one orb floating towards us. They then spread back out to 4 orbs across in perfect harmony again.... Now we're like aww hell nah and we speed the fu*k out of there. We get out off the ghost town road and dont wait to see if the orbs come to the front of the exit. The whole ride home we just talked about what we had seen and made sure we all saw the same sh*t so we werent crazy.

Diagram showing what i meant by it couldnt have been vehicles that pulled behind us on to the main road:

Fork in road)========[orbs appeared]=====Ford drivng towards exit=======(ghost town exit


Second incident in ghost town: This time I was with a different group of friends, I believe there were 4 of us. We were all chilling one night and I told them my experience a couple years ago in ghost town, they were finding what i said hard to believe and wanted to see for themselves. I have no fu*king clue how but somehow they convinced me to go back with them. So its me and 3 of my boys in a car and we get onto the pitch black, seemingly endless main road of ghost town....we make it like half way down when all of a sudden one of my boys just starts having a small anxiety attack (bi*chass ) and he's saying he wants to leave because he's feeling too claustrophobic..tbh i cant blame him too much, its a surreal experience being on a road at night like that. If you were to turn your headlights off and look to the side out of the window you couldnt even see the trees which were only 6-10ft away...anyway we're all kind of clowning on him when we turn the car around using a 3point turn and start to head back. And what do you know, 4 fu*king orbs of light appear not 60 yards from the back of the car...Im half way scared and half way gloating to them that i told them i wasnt lying . My boy speeds out and none of us have gone back since, day or night time.


Im sure some of yall are like w/e thats not that scary but i promise you if you could see the surrounding area we were in you would have been uncomfortable as fu*k. Everything about that place was off..it was a scene that could easily be right out of a horror movie (like i said think TCSM house but with more trees in the area).

What bothers me most about it is that there is literally no logical explanation of what those orbs were.

Straight up, if someone offered me $15,000 to go stay a night in the woods off that main road with an Ar-15 and a pitbull for company i would tell them to fu*k off. Im convinced there's all types of weird sh*t going on out there.
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 SKePTiC said:
can someone make sense of the ATTIC one? what's scary bout a high chair?
Well what I got from it was that they kept the baby there and didnt treat it well. They just turned on the light from affar and kept him in the chair cant make much sense of it either

 Stupid Fresh said:
I almost dont want to retype it because I wont do it justice

it was in 1 of those "top 5 most dangerous places in the world" threads

pretty much he said there was a family visiting Tijuana.. (husband, wife, children)

the husband was driving.. it was early so no other cars were on the streets..

the family gets to a stop light and there was a car in front of them

the light turned green and the car in front of them just sat there.. then the light turns red..

the light turns green again and the car is still just sitting there so the husband is about to honk the horn and the light turns red again.

as the light is still red the person driving the car in front gets out and hands the husband some money (u.s $).. the husband asks what is this for.. the guy said he made a deal with his friends who were all members of a mexican drug cartel. if the husband honked his horn they would have gotten out and executed the family.. and if he didn't honk they would give him money (i think 500$)

like i said.. i didn't really do the story justice but thats the sum of it
creepy but I've been hearing that story for about 5 years here in puerto rico, maybe it's bullsh*t here and was actually happening in mexico
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any of these other stories (Creepypastas) on youtube so i can listen to them?

would rather listen and take care of something else at the same time instead of sitting here reading it
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anyone have him pop up in your dream?
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The only story I can remember was about 8 years back. Mind you I aint saying this was caused by ghosts or whatever but i was pretty scared at the moment.

Me and my cousin were going to stay at another cousin's house. To give you a layout of the place it's a small wooden house on the second floor of a big cement house (which was our grandparents house). On the front of the house there is a normal road, but on the backyard at the moment of the story there was this big a.ss field where all the neighbors and my grandparents had their crops, chickens, etc. This thing went deeeep as fu*k, and eventually you would find a river. Anyways, me and my cousin went to sleep in the living room and where talking sh*t when we hear a "scratch" on the window right next to the sofa. We both gave each other the WTF look but kept talking.

Then we felt the "wind" circling the house, what I mean by that was like if an animal was flying around the house and we could hear the wind making contact with the house. This continued for a couple of minutes. To this day we remember that sh*t perfectly but we laugh about it.

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My other grandmother's house is pretty creppy too. It's in a "pueblo" here in pr and the house is nearly 200 years old. Pueblos are where the people that had money back in the day lived, the urban areas of before. sh*t is beyond creepy, If you've seen Old San Juan then it's just like that, old spaniard style arquitecture. Except since this isnt in a tourist town it's pretty much abandoned.
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reddit/r/nosleep has some alright stories like slenderman, shadow ppl, urban legends and folklore... And r/scaredsh*tless is good too...there was a thread on NT like this - kept me enticed lol
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