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Post by
DeSaad
It was? :o Thankies! =D I'm sure you can surpass it. Just use...Slender child! xD
Post by
BuryYourDead
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed.
Today a friend of mine told me a story.
His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):
They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them.
The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you werent already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door
Once for you skin, which shell use to patch her own decaying flesh. Twice for your muscle, which shell gnash her teeth on between victims. Thrice for your bones, which shell make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims. Four times for your heart, which shell wear around her neck. Five times for your teeth, which shell polish and keep in a box. Six times for your eyes, which shell see the faces of your loved ones through. Seven times for your soul, which shell eat whole - you can never pass while youre in her stomach. She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.
You can try to outrun her, but shes faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while shes knocking on your door, she wont be so courteous when she catches up to you.
Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, thats right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again.
Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints.
His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop %^&*ting me.
He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.
Then a little girls voice spoke over the line: WITNESS. I hung up.
Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. Shes doing it slowly I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldnt get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.
Nice knowing you guys, its been funjklm,.-
WITNESS
Blehdy Bleh
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Post by
BuryYourDead
"Today was the day he was dreading. He knew they were going to be extremely busy, and quite frankly he wanted to call out seeing as he was already late. His thoughts were briefly distracted by his black tabby, quietly pawing at his legs, ready for its breakfast. He made sure to fill up its bowl before he dashed out the door, returning twice to grab whatever he forgot the first few times. And he was off.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the last customer left. It had been the best sales day of the year, and they were obviously going to celebrate. He had been contemplating going on home, but he needed to unwind too. He had no serious obligations the next day, so he could stay out as late as he wanted. So when they asked, he happily agreed to go with them.
He couldn’t open his eyes. He was barely conscious as it was. He slapped lazily around until he managed to shut the alarm off, before he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. The door creaked as his black tabby walked in and jumped onto his back, where it curled up close to his head. The hot breath in his ear lulled him back to sleep.
The doorbell continued to ring. He crawled out of bed and made his way to the front door. It was his next door neighbor, a kind woman in her late seventies, who still worked. She was in her business suit, holding a trash bag. “Oh did I wake you up? I thought you were usually up by now.” “I usually am.” He said groggily. “But they let me have today off.” “Well I hate to come bearing such bad news so early in the morning,” She said, patting his hand, “but I ran over your dear tabby last night when I got home. I came straight over to tell you but you weren’t home.” He stared at her for a few seconds, before their silence was broken by its footsteps."
Now, i just read that. Im not one to nit pic, but, it obviously wasnt his tabby cat xD
Post by
DeSaad
Hmm..This one is coming from a book I readed when I was a kid, I don't remember it fully, but it scared me out. =P
He said to the boy: 'Aren't there times in the night when you wake up, you see the shadows of a witch, or red eyes from your closet, or an outstreched arm outside your window? When you turn the lights on, you see that the shadows where created by the moonlight on a chair with clothes, the red eyes were reflectors, and the outstreched arm was only the branch of a tree? I'm sure you have.
It wasen't fake, they were there. There exist another dimension, exacly the same is this one. And at night, the creatures from that dimension come to this one. If you wouldn't have turned your lights on, they would've gotten you, dragged you to their dimension or killed you in the dakrness. This is why everybody has a light around his or her bed, to protect their lives. If you don't, you will be killed..'
Sorry, don't remember the whole part good. =(
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260787
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Post by
DeSaad
*mutters at Gore* You HAD to drag Bloody Mary here... Thanks for making me scared to look in the mirror. =(
*waits for a story from Bury*
Post by
BuryYourDead
I'll work on one tomorrow. I have no classes in college on Monday, but i have to go in for some university talk, so i'll write when im waiting.
Post by
Deix
Does anyone have a picture of The Rake? Out of curiosity...
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260787
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Post by
Nitewalkr
Seriously thsi Rake dude reminds me of this Golum from Obsidian Ridge *forgotten realms: Wizards of the coast*
Assuming it is a beast and haunts at night, it convinces its target that he is hopeless and harmless (that the person should help it). Seriously there are many stories of small town monsters like (boogie man) or (seven days of nights).
What funny is, if the Rake is real, and many have talked about this. No one have done something to fix it. I still think that this story is made up to make you afread.
Post by
366611
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Post by
DeSaad
*looks at classes at school for tomorow*
You guys can expect a story tomorow. Boring stuff ony.. ._.
Post by
BuryYourDead
This is un-finished
Usually when these types of things happen, the vitim is left in two states....dead or "insane". But then there are the lucky few, who's sanity remain intact. But is that lucky? Remembering every detail..every single feature. I should have seen it coming. There were signs all over the place. Obviously i didn't realise until now, so we'll cut the crap. I saw IT again....yes AGAIN. He was everywhere. On my way to college, in college, on my way home...even in my dreams. I was surely cursed. Even animals knew. Cats and dogs stopped and stared, usually growling and hissing. Birds retreated to the trees and remained deadly silent and still. Anyway, this is how it started.
I shouldn't have touched it, let alone wore it, but i was stubborn and trying to show off. "It's only a suit" i thought. How wrong was i?
Just beside the Malone House of Sport, there is an abandoned house. Well, me and a few friends, who i won't name, went into the house, stupidly. We were always too stupid or curious for our own good....or merely, just stupid. Forever in trouble. It was our own fault. We broke a bottom window to get in. It didn't dawn on us why the doors were welded shut. There were also bars over the windows but a good kick broke them loose. At that time, we didn't relaise that the house was used to keep something from escaping. We trashed the place! Destroying whatever creature that lived in it's home.
That was done in 30 minutes, between stealing the computer of my friend and throwing pencils across the room. Expect it to be finished around friday. I want this to be good >:D
Post by
DeSaad
Friday eh! That's gonna be one hell of a good story then..
We'll see, we'll see.
Post by
BuryYourDead
Feel free to make stories while i work on mine :P.
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547783
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Post by
Patty
This stuff is actually so freaky. o.O
Post by
DeSaad
Feel free to make stories while i work on mine :P.
Well I'm working on one too. And it isn't about Slendy! =D
Post by
Orranis
The Rake
From a Witness: 2006
Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.
At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It's body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.
My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.
In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.
I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.
The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake".
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.
Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.
For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.
It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.
There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.
I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)
On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.
I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.
Oh dear god he works for Blizzard.
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