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PostSubject: Re: Ghost Stories...   Sat Feb 07, 2009 9:55 am

HIGH BEAMS
The
girl driving the old blue sedan was a senior at the high school. She
lived on a farm about eight miles away and used the car to drive back
and forth. She had driven into town that night to see a basketball
game. Now she was on her way home. As she pulled away from the school,
she noticed a red pic-up truck follow her out of the parking lot. A few
minutes later the truck was still behind her. "I guess we're going in
the same direction," she thought. She began to watch the truck in her
mirror. When she changed her speed, the driver of the truck changed his
speed. When she passed a car, so did he. Then he turned on his high
beams, flooding her car with light. He left them on for almost a
minute. "He probably wants to pass me," she thought. But she was
becoming uneasy. Usually she drove home over the back road. Not too
many people went that way. But when she turned onto that road, so did
the truck. "I've got to get away from him," she thought, and began to
drive faster. Then he turned his high beams on again. After a minute,
he turned them off. Then he turned them on again and off again. She
drove even faster, but the truck driver stayed right behind her. Then
he turned his high beams on again. Once more her car was ablaze with
light. "What is he doing?" she wondered. "What does he want?" Then he
turned them off again. But a minute later he had them on again, And
left them on. At last she pulled into her driveway, and the truck
pulled in right behind her. She jumped from the car and to the house.
"Call the police!" she screamed at her father. Out in the driveway she
could see the driver of the truck. He had a gun in his hand. When the
police arrived, they started to arrest him, but he pointed to the
girls' car. "You don't want me," he said. "You want him." Crouched
behind the driver's seat, there was a man with a knife. As the driver
of the truck explained it, the man slipped into the girl's car just
before she left the school. He saw it happen, but there was no way he
could stop it. He thought about getting the police, but he was afraid
to leave her. So he followed her car. Each time the man in the back
seat reached up to over power her, the driver of the truck turned on
his high beams, Then the man dropped down, afraid that someone might
see him.
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PostSubject: Re: Ghost Stories...   Sat Feb 07, 2009 9:56 am

John
Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the
air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had
expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not
listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John
was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the
spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There
was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But
now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I
will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket
missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the
ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.

src: creepypasta
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PostSubject: Re: Ghost Stories...   Sat Feb 07, 2009 10:00 am

There
was a school baseball game and all the 5th graders were excited. But
when they looked at the time of the game they were shocked; it was at
midnight. So they went anyway, many of them skipped shool to be awake
when the game started, and some went. One kid's mom said "We're almost
there, but the only thing I wonder, is why all the lights are red, and
noone is around." When they got to the game, they noticed that there
were strange stars in the horizon, and everyone was wearing black. So
the game started, and one kid named Ian pitched the ball, a kid on the
other team hit it, and it went and jit the stange star. Then the kid
who hit the ball started to turn white, a ghostly white, and his eyes
turned to orange. Then thats when Ian and it hit all the other kids.
ian yelled "That's not a star! Thats a Pentagram!" Then the kid who hit
the ball died. Everyone started to freak out, then the coaches started
to laugh maniacally. The kids said "What's wrong with them?" Then the
coaches' heads started to turn. Then they fell off, the kids screamed,
ran and a kid named Jacob tripped fell then turned into what the
coaches turned into. Jacob and the coaches ran after the other kids.
Then a girl named Savannah tripped, and Ian ran back and tried to get
her up. She was knocked out, so he picked her up and started to sprint,
he sprinted like he never sprinted before. all the kids got to the bus.
A kid named Daniel started up the bus, and ran all three of the strange
headless people down. They got out, looked at them and noticed that the
people turned into zombie demons. Then thats when Savannah started to
come to. Then a car alarm went of then they heard strange shrieking
noises. they turned around... and a horde of zombies came running. They
gathered all the surviving people in the town and went to the south.
They found a handful of people who weren't infected, and made a city of
survivors in Atlanta. They waited a long time for the military to come,
but they never did. THE END. My fingers hurt.
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PostSubject: Re: Ghost Stories...   Thu Feb 12, 2009 11:03 pm

ROBERT THE HAUNTED DOLL



Take a look at Robert the Haunted Doll. He sits under
lock and key in a glass case located in the basement of a museum in Key
West, Florida. At first glance Robert may seem like a harmless
children’s doll. But looks can be deceiving, because Robert is the most haunted doll in the world.

In 1897, a family named Otto lived in a nearby house in Key West.
They owned a plantation and had a lot of servants working for them who
they treated very badly. One servant girl gave their son, Gene, a
present of a doll. What the Ottos didn’t realise was that this servant
girl knew voodoo
Gene’s full name was Robert Eugene Otto. His parents had always
called him “Gene”, so he decided to give the doll his real name,
“Robert”.
Many Strange things began to occur in the Otto household. Many
neighbors claimed to see Robert move about from window to window, when
the family were out. Gene began to blame Robert for mishaps that would
occur. The Otto’s claimed to hear the doll giggle, and swear they
caught glimpses of the doll running about the house.
Gene began to have nightmares and scream out in the night, when his
parents would enter the room, they would find furniture over turned,
their child in a fright, and Robert at the foot of the bed, with his
glaring gaze! “Robert Did It”…. The doll was eventually put up into the
attic. Where he resided for many years.
But Robert had other plans. Visitors that entered the house could
hear something walking back and forth in the attic, and strange
giggling sounds. Guests no longer wanted to visit the Otto home.
Gene Otto died in 1972.The home was sold to a new family, and the tale of Robert had died down…
But Robert waited patiently up in the attic to be discovered, once
again. The 10 year old daughter of the new owners. Was quick to find
Robert in the attic. It was not long before Robert unleashed his
displeasure on the child… The little girl claiming that the doll
tortured her, and made her life a hell.. Even after more than thirty
years later, she steadfastly claims that ” the doll was alive and
wanted to kill her.”
Robert, still dressed in his white sailor’s suit and clutching his
stuffed lion, lives quite comfortably, though well guarded, at the Key
West Martello Museum. Employs at the museum continue to give accounts
of Robert being up to his old tricks still today…
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