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Feb 2, 2015 6:42 AM
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Feb 2, 2015 6:50 AM
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I was in the bathroom at 2 AM. Everyone in the house was asleep. I was taking a dump. I got afraid. There was a ghost. |
[i]"Yet each man kills the thing he loves, [/i]By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!'' ~Oscar |
Feb 2, 2015 8:05 AM
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There was a couple of sisters once who visited their grandma, living in a village close to the woods. They decided to take the dog out for a walk in the forrest. It was a nice sunny day with a few clouds in the blue sky. They came out on a meadow in the forrest, and saw a little cabin on the other side of the meadow. They saw a man standing just outside of the cabin and waved to them. The girls waved back, and continued their walk and came back home to grandma. They told her about the cabin and were curious about the man they had seen. The grandma became uneasy and said, "but there is no cabin there anymore. It was burned down when I was a little girl". |
Feb 2, 2015 8:11 AM
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These stories are so scurry i'll never be able to sleep with the lights off again. |
Feb 2, 2015 8:15 AM
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Feb 2, 2015 8:27 AM
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Feb 2, 2015 8:29 AM
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Rarusu-sama said: There was a couple of sisters once who visited their grandma, living in a village close to the woods. They decided to take the dog out for a walk in the forrest. It was a nice sunny day with a few clouds in the blue sky. They came out on a meadow in the forrest, and saw a little cabin on the other side of the meadow. They saw a man standing just outside of the cabin and waved to them. The girls waved back, and continued their walk and came back home to grandma. They told her about the cabin and were curious about the man they had seen. The grandma became uneasy and said, "but there is no cabin there anymore. It was burned down when I was a little girl". Great story! |
Feb 2, 2015 8:31 AM
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Clockwerk93 said: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_qbGJuxCYY Lol that's me when i am alone at home :D |
Feb 2, 2015 8:37 AM
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Feb 2, 2015 8:44 AM
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Once there was a nice old lady who had a lovely little dog. One day, the old lady heard on the radio that a crazy murderer had escaped from jail and that she should lock all her doors and windows. So she locked every door and window in the house except one tiny one to let some air in. She thought that a murderer would never get in through there. So that night she went to bed as usual. She knew everything was okay because when she put down her hand the dog licked it. But later in the night she heard a drip, drip, drip. She put her hand down and the dog licked it and everything was okay, so she went downstairs to check out the tap. But the tap wasn't dripping. So she went to bed again. And everything was okay. She woke up again later in the night, though, so she thought the dripping sound must be coming from the shower. She went into the bathroom, and there was her dog, dead, hanging in the shower, dripping with blood, all its intestines hanging out. Written on the mirror was: "Humans can lick, too!" And behind her in the mirror, she saw the murderer. |
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Feb 2, 2015 8:49 AM
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Come on milky thats so old I remember reading that when I was 7 years old. Really want some haunting stories? I shall provide: http://listverse.com/2014/07/20/10-striking-images-that-foreshadow-tragedy/ Remind yourself how much the world sucks, feel depressed. |
Feb 2, 2015 8:55 AM
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So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”. THEN WHO WAS PHONE? |
Feb 2, 2015 8:56 AM
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I thought I saw some shadowy entity 1 time it was really dark. Whooohooohooohooo.. |
Feb 2, 2015 9:02 AM
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Spooks_McBones said: Come on milky thats so old I remember reading that when I was 7 years old But it was scary as hell when you first heard it :3 |
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Feb 2, 2015 9:06 AM
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I like haunted dolls, so I'll just paste a seemingly true story. This is a porcelain doll that was found by a tree at the side of a busy road in Hougang (pronounced how-gahng), Singapore. It appears to be antique and wore a blindfold with the Arabic word 'Bismillah' (believed to be a spell meant to contain the spirit inside the doll) on it. Sources reveal that the doll is believed to be possessed and moves around on its own. The original owner bound its eyes and abandoned it so it wouldn't follow her home again. When left alone in a room, its head will be turned in a different direction and it's been heard to sound like an adult lady speaking Malay. The doll is believed to follow home and pass its curse on to whoever unties its blindfold. But perhaps the most alarming thing about this doll is the disdainful expression on its face. A Singaporean tweeted, 'We bind it for a reason, stupid people unbind it. It looks unhappy, good luck to whoever did it. The doll has been missing since its discovery. I don't have any personal ghost stories. Ghosts aren't real. |
Feb 2, 2015 9:28 AM
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Not mine but Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, "live" Ghost Town. Disney built the "Treasure Island" resort in Baker's Bay in the Bahamas. It didn't START as a ghost town! Disney's cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury. This is a FACT. Look it up. Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place... yes, thirty million dollars. Then they abandoned it. Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule. That's where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn't because of sand, and it obviously wasn't because "foreigners are lazy". Both are convenient excuses. No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don't I buy the official story? Because of Mowgli's Palace. Near the beachside city of Emerald Isle in North Carolina, Disney began construction of "Mowgli's Palace" in the late 1990s. The concept was a Jungle-themed resort with a large, you guessed it, PALACE in the center of the whole thing. If you're unfamiliar with the character of Mowgli, then you might better remember the story "The Jungle Book". If you haven't seen it anywhere else, you'd know it as the Disney cartoon from decades past. Mowgli is an abandoned child, in the jungle, essentially raised by animals and simultaneously threatened/pursued by other animals. Mowgli's Palace was a controversial undertaking from the start. Disney bought up a ton of high-priced land for the project, and there was actually a scandal surrounding some of the purchases. The local Government claimed "eminent domain" on people's homes, then turned around and sold the properties to Disney. At one point a home that had just been constructed was immediately condemned with little to no explanation. The land grabbed by the Government was supposedly for some fictional highway project. Knowing full well what was going on, people started calling it "Mickey Mouse Highway". Then there was the concept art. A group of stuffed shirts from Disney Co. actually held a city meeting. They intended to sell everyone on how lucrative this project was going to be for everyone. When they showed the concept art, this gigantic Indian Palace... surrounded by JUNGLE... staffed with men and women in loincloths and tribal gear... well, suffice to say everyone flipped their shit. We're talking about a large Indian Palace, Jungle, and Loincloths not only in the center of a relatively wealth area, but also a somewhat "xenophobic" area of the southern USA. It was a questionable mix at that point in history. One member of the crowd tried to storm the stage, but he was quickly subdued by security after he managed to break one of the presentation boards over his knee. Disney took that community and essentially broke it over its knee, as well. The houses were razed, the land was cleared, and there wasn't a damned thing anyone could do or say about it. Local TV and Newspapers were against the resort at the beginning, but some insane connection between Disney's media holdings and the local venues came into play and their opinions turned on a dime. So anyway, Treasure Island, the Bahamas. Disney sunk those millions in and then split. The same thing happened with Mowgli's Palace. Construction was complete. Visitors actually stayed at the resort. The surrounding communities were flooded with traffic and the usual annoyances associated with an influx of lost and irate tourists. Then it all just stopped. Disney shut it down and nobody knew what the Hell to think. But they were pretty happy about it. Disney's loss was pretty hilarious and wonderful to a large group of folks who didn't want this in the first place. I honestly didn't give the place another thought since hearing it closed over a decade ago. I live maybe four hours from Emerald Isle, so really I only heard the rumblings and didn't experience any of it first-hand. Then I read this article from someone who had explored the Treasure Island resort and posted a whole blog about all the crazy shit he found there. Stuff just... left behind. Things smashed, defaced, probably ruined by the disgruntled former employees who had lost their jobs. Hell, the locals from all around probably had a hand in wrecking that place. People there felt just as angry about Treasure Island as folks here did about Mowgli's Palace. Plus there were rumors that Disney had released their aquarium "stock" into the local waters when they closed... including sharks. Who wouldn't want to take a few swings at some merchandise after that? Well, what I'm getting at is that this blog about Treasure Island got me thinking. Even though many years had passed since its closing, I figured it might be cool to do some "Urban Exploration" at Mowgli's Palace. Take some photos, write about my experience, and probably see if there was anything I could take home as a memento. I'm not going to say I wasted no time in getting there, because honestly it took me another year after I first found that Treasure Island article to get around to going up to Emerald Isle. Over the course of that year, I did a lot of research on the Palace resort... or rather, I tried to. Naturally, no official Disney site or resource made any mention of the place. That had been scrubbed clean. Even odder, however, was that nobody before myself had apparently thought to blog about the place or even post a photo. None of the local TV or Newspaper sites had one word about the place, though that was to be expected since they had all swung Disney's way. They wouldn't be out there lauding their embarrassment, you know? Recently, I learned that corporations can actually ask Google, for example, to remove links from search results... basically for no good reason. Looking back, it's probably not that nobody spoke of the resort, but rather their words were made inaccessible. So in the end I could barely find the place. All I had to go on was an old-as-hell map I'd received in the mail back in the 90s. It was a promotional item sent out to people who had recently been to Disney world, and I guess since I had been there in the late 80s, that was "recent". I didn't really intend to hang onto it. It just got shoved in with my books and comics from my childhood. I'd only remembered it months into my research, and even then it took me another few weeks to locate the storage bin my parents had shoved it all into. But I DID find it. Locals were no help, as most were transplants who had moved to the beach in recent years... or old residents who just sneered at me and made rude gestures the second I managed to say "Where would I find Mowgli's---" The drive took me through an inordinately long corridor of overgrowth. Tropical plants that had run rampant and overpopulated the area mixed with the native species of flora that actually BELONGED there and had tried to reclaim the land. I was in awe when I reached the front gates of the resort. Tremendous, monolithic wooden gates whose supports to either side looked like they must've been cut from giant sequoias. The gate itself had been gouged in several places by woodpeckers and eaten away at the base by burrowing insects. Hanging on the gate was a sheet of metal, some random scrap, with hand-painted letters scrawled in black. "ABANDONED BY DISNEY". Clearly the handiwork of some past local or an employee who wanted to make some small protest. The gates were open enough to walk through, but not drive, so grabbing my digital camera and the map, whose flip-side showed a layout of the resort, I set off on foot. The inner grounds of the place were just as overgrown as the entryway. Palm tree stood untended and ragged among piles of their own coconuts. Banana plants similarly stood in their own stinking, bug-riddled refuse. There was this sort of clash between order and chaos, as carefully planted rows of perennial flowers mixed with obnoxious tall weeds and stinking, blackened mushrooms. All that remained of any outdoor structures were broken, rotting wood and various charred bits of unidentifiable material. What was most likely an information booth or an outdoor bar was now simply a pile of assorted debris chopped up by past vandalism and ravaged by weather. The most interesting thing on the grounds was a statue of Baloo, the friendly bear from the Jungle Book, which stood in a sort of courtyard in front of the main building. He was frozen in a jovial wave toward no one, staring into empty space with a silly, toothy grin as bird shit covered whole swaths of his "fur" and vines ensnared his platform. I approached the main building - the PALACE - only to find the outside of the building covered in graffiti where the original paint hadn't peeled and chipped away. The front doors weren't just open, they had been taken off their hinges and were stolen. Above the front doors, or the gaping maw where they had been, someone had once again painted "ABANDONED BY DISNEY". I wish I could tell you about all the awesome stuff I saw inside the Palace. Forgotten statues, abandoned cash registers, a full-fledged secret society of homeless bums... but no. The inside of the building was so stark, so bare, that I actually think people had stolen the molding off the walls. Anything that was too big to steal... counters, desks, giant fake trees... they were all resting amid this empty echo chamber that amplified my every step like a slow rat-a-tat of a machine gun. I checked the floorplan and headed to all the locations that might seem in any way interesting. The kitchen was as you'd imagine... an industrial food prep area with all the appliances and space, no expenses spared. Every glass surface was broken, every door knocked off its hinges, every metal surface kicked and dented. The entire place smelled like very old piss. The huge freezer, not even remotely cool now, had row upon row of empty shelf space. Hooks hung from the ceiling, probably for hanging cuts of meat, and as I stood inside for a moment, I noticed they were swinging. Each hook swung in a random direction, but their movements were so slow and small that it was almost impossible to see. I figured it had been caused by my footsteps, so I stopped one from swinging by clutching it in my fist, then carefully letting go, but within seconds it started to swing once more. The bathrooms were in much the same state as the rest of the place. Just like the Treasure Island resort, someone had methodically smashed each porcelain commode with coconuts and other implements. There was about a half inch of rancid, stinking stagnant water on the floor, so I didn't stay there very long. What's odd is that the toilets and the sinks (and the bidets in the ladies' room, yes I went there) all dripped, leaked, or just ran freely. It seemed to me that they should've shut the water off long, LONG ago. There were plenty of rooms in the resort, but naturally I didn't have time to look through them all. The few I did peer into were similarly wrecked, and I didn't expect to find anything there. I thought there was actually a television or radio in one room, as I really think I heard a quiet conversation coming out. Though it was like a whisper, probably my own breathing echoing in the silence, or just another case of the sound of flowing water playing tricks on the mind, this is what it sounded like... 1: "I didn't believe it." 2: (short, unknown reply) 1: "I didn't know that. I didn't know that." 2: "Your father told you." 1: (unknown reply, or possibly just weeping.) I know, I know, that sounds ridiculous. I'm just telling you what I experienced, why I thought there might've been something running in that room - or worse, some vagrants who had holed up there and probably would've knifed me. At the front doors of the Palace again, I figured I hadn't found anything of note and had wasted the trip up. As I looked out the door, I noticed something interesting in the courtyard that I had apparently missed. Something that would give me at least ONE thing to show for all my trouble, even if it was just a photograph. There as a lifelike statue of a python, maybe eighty feet long, coiled up and "sunning" itself on a pedestal right in the center of the area. It was almost time for the sun to start setting, so the light fell onto the object in the PERFECT way for a photograph. I approached the python and snapped a photo. Then I stood on my toes and snapped another. I moved closer again to get the detail of its face. Slowly, casually, the python lifted its head, looked directly into my eyes, turned, and slithered off the pedestal, across the grass, and into the trees. All eighty feet of it. Its head long disappeared into the woods before its tail even left the sunning spot. Disney had released all their exotic animals onto the grounds. Right there on my floorplan map was the "Reptile House". I should have known. I'd read about the sharks at Treasure Isle, and I should have KNOWN they'd done this. I was dumbfounded, just utterly stupefied. My mouth must've been hanging open for the longest time before I came back down to Earth and snapped it shut. I blinked a few times and backed away from where the snake had been, back toward the Palace. Even though it was totally gone, I still wasn't taking any chances and backed my way into the building. It took a few deep breaths and slaps to my own face to get myself right in the head again after that. I looked for a place to sit down, as my legs were feeling a bit like jelly at this point. Of course, there WAS no place to sit down unless I wanted to recline in the broken glass and dead leaf carpet or haul myself up onto a desk of questionably reliability. I had seen some stairs near the Palace's lobby and decided to go have a seat there until I felt better. The staircase was far enough away from the front of the building to be relatively clean, save for a startling accumulation of dust. I pulled a wedge of metal off the wall, once again painted with the "ABANDONED BY DISNEY" motto I'd become accustomed to. I placed the wedge on the stairs and sat on it to keep at least somewhat clean. The stairway led downward, below ground level. Using my camera flash as a sort of improvised flashlight, I could see that the stair case ended in a metal mesh door with a padlock. A sign on the door... a REAL sign... read "MASCOTS ONLY! THANK YOU!". This perked up my spirits a little bit, for two reasons. One, a Mascots-Only area would have definitely had some interesting stuff back in the day... Two, the padlock was still in place. Nobody had gone down there. Not the vandals, not the looters, nobody. This was the one place I could actually "explore" and perhaps find something interesting to photograph or wantonly steal. I had come to the Palace essentially agreeing with myself that it was okay to take anything I wanted because - hey - "abandoned". It didn't take much to bust the lock. Well, actually that's wrong. It didn't take much to bust the metal plate on the wall that the padlock was hooked to. Time and decay had done most of the work for me, and I was able to bend the metal plate enough to pull the screws out of the wall - something nobody else had apparently thought of, or hadn't been able to do at the time. The Mascots-Only area was a startling and very welcomed change from the rest of the building I'd seen. For one, every second or third fluorescent light overhead was illuminated, even though they flickered and faded randomly. Also, nothing had been stolen or broken, even if age and exposure were definately taking their toll. Tables had note pads and pens, there were clocks... even a punch-in clock on the wall complete with filled-out time cards. Chairs were scattered around and there was even a small break room with an old, static-filled television and long rotted-out food and drink on the counters. It was like one of those post-apocalypse movies where everything is left in the state of evacuation. As I walked the maze-like sub-basement hallways of the Mascots-Only area, the sights just became more and more interesting. As I went further, desks and tables were knocked over, papers scattered and almost melded with the damp floor, and a large carpet of mold was slowly overtaking the real rotting crimson floor-covering. Everything was just sort of "squishy". Anything wood disintegrated into mush when I applied even the least amount of force, and clothing items hanging on hooks in one of the rooms simply fell to moist threads if I tried to unhook them. One thing that annoyed me was that the light was becoming more sparse and unreliable as I went further into the dank, suffocating depths of the place. Eventually, I reached a black and yellow striped door with the words "CHARACTER PREP 1" stenciled on it. The door wouldn't open at first. I figured this was probably where the costumes were kept, and I definately wanted a photograph of that twisted, stinking mess. Try as I might, whatever angle or trick I tried, the door wouldn't budge. That is, until I gave up and started to walk away. That was when there was a slight popping sound and the door creaked open slowly. Inside, the room was completely dark. Pitch black. I used the camera flash to look for a light switch in the wall buy the door, but there was nothing. As I made my search, I was jarred out of my sense of excitement by a loud electrical buzz. Rows of lights overhead suddenly flashed to life, flickering and fading in and out like the rest I had passed. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, and it seemed like the light was going to just keep getting brighter until all the bulbs exploded... but just when I thought it would reach that critical stage, the lights dimmed a bit and steadied. The room was exactly as I had pictured it. Various Disney costumes hung on the walls, fully put together like strange cartoon cadavers hung from invisible nooses. There was an entire rack of loincloths and "native" clothes on hangers toward the back. What I found odd, and what I wanted to photograph right away, was a Mickey Mouse costume at the center of the room. Unlike the other costumes, it was lying on its back in the center of the floor like a murder victim. The fur on the costume was rotten and shedding, creating bare patches. What was even odder, however, was the coloring of the costume. It was like a photo negative of the actual Mickey Mouse. Black where he should be white and white where he should be black. His normally red overalls were light blue. The sight was off-putting enough that I actually put off photographing the thing until last. I took a picture of the costumes hanging on the walls. Upward angles, downward angles, side shots to show an entire row of frozen, putrid cartoon faces, some with plastic eyes missing. Then I decided to stage a shot. Just one of the bedraggled character heads on the slick, grimy floor. I reached for the headpiece of a Donald Duck costume and carefully removed it so the thing wouldn't fall apart in my hands. As I looked into the face of the wide-eyed, moldering head, a loud clattering sound made me jump with fright. I looked down at my feet, and there between my shoes was a human skull. It had fallen out of the mascot head and shattered into pieces at me feet; only the empty face and lower jaw remained, staring up at me. I dropped the Duck head immediately, as you'd expect, and moved for the door. As I stood in the doorway, I looked back to the skull on the floor. I had to take a picture of it, you know? I HAD to, for any number of reasons that may seem silly, but only if you don't think it through. I'd need proof of what happened, especially if Disney was going to somehow make this go away. I had no doubt in my mind, right from the start, that even if it was just gross negligence, Disney was RESPONSIBLE for this. That's when Mickey, that photo negative, opposite-Mickey in the middle of the floor, started to get up. Reverse mickey First sitting up, then climbing to its feet, the Mickey Mouse costume... or whoever was inside of it, stood there at the center of the room, its fake face just starting directly at me as I mumbled "No..." over and over and over... With shaking hands, a violently thrashing heart, and legs that had once again turned to jelly, I managed to lift the camera and aim it at the opposite creature now quietly sizing me up. The digital camera's screen displayed only dead pixels in the shape of the thing. It was a perfect silhouette of the Mickey costume. As the camera moved in my unsteady hands, the dead pixels spread, marring the screen wherever Mickey's outline moved to. Then the camera died. Went blank and quiet and... broken. I raised my eyes once again to the Mickey Mouse costume. "Hey," it said in a hushed, perverted, but perfectly executed Mickey Mouse voice, "Wanna see my head come off?" It started to pull at its own head, working its clumsy, glove-clad fingers around its neck with clawing, impatient movements similar to a wounded man trying to pull himself free of a predator's jaws... As it worked its digits into its neck... so much blood... So much thick, chunky, yellow blood... I turned away as I heard a sickening tearing of cloth and flesh... only cared about getting away. Above the doorway out of this room, I saw the final message clawed into the metal with bone or fingernails... "ABANDONED BY GOD" I never got the pictures out of the camera. I never wrote the blog entry about it. After I ran from that place, fled for my sanity if not my very life, I knew why Disney didn't want anyone to know about this place. They didn't want anyone like me getting in. They didn't want anything like that getting out. |
Feb 2, 2015 10:58 AM
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Catchthefox said: Abul-Blasphemy said: I was in the bathroom at 2 AM. Everyone in the house was asleep. I was taking a dump. I got afraid. There was a ghost. You mean you were scared of shit? Great sotry 10/10 op ending Yeah, exactly that. |
[i]"Yet each man kills the thing he loves, [/i]By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!'' ~Oscar |
Feb 2, 2015 11:03 AM
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Insertanamehere said: am pissin mah pantusSo ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”. THEN WHO WAS PHONE? |
Nico- said: Conversations with people pinging/quoting me to argue about some old post I wrote years ago will not be entertained@Comic_Sans oh no y arnt ppl dieing i need more ppl dieing rly gud plot avansement jus liek tokyo ghoul if erbudy dies amirite |
Feb 2, 2015 11:07 AM
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VitaminCaim said: Not mine but Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, "live" Ghost Town. Disney built the "Treasure Island" resort in Baker's Bay in the Bahamas. It didn't START as a ghost town! Disney's cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury. This is a FACT. Look it up. Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place... yes, thirty million dollars. Then they abandoned it. Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule. That's where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn't because of sand, and it obviously wasn't because "foreigners are lazy". Both are convenient excuses. No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don't I buy the official story? Because of Mowgli's Palace. Near the beachside city of Emerald Isle in North Carolina, Disney began construction of "Mowgli's Palace" in the late 1990s. The concept was a Jungle-themed resort with a large, you guessed it, PALACE in the center of the whole thing. If you're unfamiliar with the character of Mowgli, then you might better remember the story "The Jungle Book". If you haven't seen it anywhere else, you'd know it as the Disney cartoon from decades past. Mowgli is an abandoned child, in the jungle, essentially raised by animals and simultaneously threatened/pursued by other animals. Mowgli's Palace was a controversial undertaking from the start. Disney bought up a ton of high-priced land for the project, and there was actually a scandal surrounding some of the purchases. The local Government claimed "eminent domain" on people's homes, then turned around and sold the properties to Disney. At one point a home that had just been constructed was immediately condemned with little to no explanation. The land grabbed by the Government was supposedly for some fictional highway project. Knowing full well what was going on, people started calling it "Mickey Mouse Highway". Then there was the concept art. A group of stuffed shirts from Disney Co. actually held a city meeting. They intended to sell everyone on how lucrative this project was going to be for everyone. When they showed the concept art, this gigantic Indian Palace... surrounded by JUNGLE... staffed with men and women in loincloths and tribal gear... well, suffice to say everyone flipped their shit. We're talking about a large Indian Palace, Jungle, and Loincloths not only in the center of a relatively wealth area, but also a somewhat "xenophobic" area of the southern USA. It was a questionable mix at that point in history. One member of the crowd tried to storm the stage, but he was quickly subdued by security after he managed to break one of the presentation boards over his knee. Disney took that community and essentially broke it over its knee, as well. The houses were razed, the land was cleared, and there wasn't a damned thing anyone could do or say about it. Local TV and Newspapers were against the resort at the beginning, but some insane connection between Disney's media holdings and the local venues came into play and their opinions turned on a dime. So anyway, Treasure Island, the Bahamas. Disney sunk those millions in and then split. The same thing happened with Mowgli's Palace. Construction was complete. Visitors actually stayed at the resort. The surrounding communities were flooded with traffic and the usual annoyances associated with an influx of lost and irate tourists. Then it all just stopped. Disney shut it down and nobody knew what the Hell to think. But they were pretty happy about it. Disney's loss was pretty hilarious and wonderful to a large group of folks who didn't want this in the first place. I honestly didn't give the place another thought since hearing it closed over a decade ago. I live maybe four hours from Emerald Isle, so really I only heard the rumblings and didn't experience any of it first-hand. Then I read this article from someone who had explored the Treasure Island resort and posted a whole blog about all the crazy shit he found there. Stuff just... left behind. Things smashed, defaced, probably ruined by the disgruntled former employees who had lost their jobs. Hell, the locals from all around probably had a hand in wrecking that place. People there felt just as angry about Treasure Island as folks here did about Mowgli's Palace. Plus there were rumors that Disney had released their aquarium "stock" into the local waters when they closed... including sharks. Who wouldn't want to take a few swings at some merchandise after that? Well, what I'm getting at is that this blog about Treasure Island got me thinking. Even though many years had passed since its closing, I figured it might be cool to do some "Urban Exploration" at Mowgli's Palace. Take some photos, write about my experience, and probably see if there was anything I could take home as a memento. I'm not going to say I wasted no time in getting there, because honestly it took me another year after I first found that Treasure Island article to get around to going up to Emerald Isle. Over the course of that year, I did a lot of research on the Palace resort... or rather, I tried to. Naturally, no official Disney site or resource made any mention of the place. That had been scrubbed clean. Even odder, however, was that nobody before myself had apparently thought to blog about the place or even post a photo. None of the local TV or Newspaper sites had one word about the place, though that was to be expected since they had all swung Disney's way. They wouldn't be out there lauding their embarrassment, you know? Recently, I learned that corporations can actually ask Google, for example, to remove links from search results... basically for no good reason. Looking back, it's probably not that nobody spoke of the resort, but rather their words were made inaccessible. So in the end I could barely find the place. All I had to go on was an old-as-hell map I'd received in the mail back in the 90s. It was a promotional item sent out to people who had recently been to Disney world, and I guess since I had been there in the late 80s, that was "recent". I didn't really intend to hang onto it. It just got shoved in with my books and comics from my childhood. I'd only remembered it months into my research, and even then it took me another few weeks to locate the storage bin my parents had shoved it all into. But I DID find it. Locals were no help, as most were transplants who had moved to the beach in recent years... or old residents who just sneered at me and made rude gestures the second I managed to say "Where would I find Mowgli's---" The drive took me through an inordinately long corridor of overgrowth. Tropical plants that had run rampant and overpopulated the area mixed with the native species of flora that actually BELONGED there and had tried to reclaim the land. I was in awe when I reached the front gates of the resort. Tremendous, monolithic wooden gates whose supports to either side looked like they must've been cut from giant sequoias. The gate itself had been gouged in several places by woodpeckers and eaten away at the base by burrowing insects. Hanging on the gate was a sheet of metal, some random scrap, with hand-painted letters scrawled in black. "ABANDONED BY DISNEY". Clearly the handiwork of some past local or an employee who wanted to make some small protest. The gates were open enough to walk through, but not drive, so grabbing my digital camera and the map, whose flip-side showed a layout of the resort, I set off on foot. The inner grounds of the place were just as overgrown as the entryway. Palm tree stood untended and ragged among piles of their own coconuts. Banana plants similarly stood in their own stinking, bug-riddled refuse. There was this sort of clash between order and chaos, as carefully planted rows of perennial flowers mixed with obnoxious tall weeds and stinking, blackened mushrooms. All that remained of any outdoor structures were broken, rotting wood and various charred bits of unidentifiable material. What was most likely an information booth or an outdoor bar was now simply a pile of assorted debris chopped up by past vandalism and ravaged by weather. The most interesting thing on the grounds was a statue of Baloo, the friendly bear from the Jungle Book, which stood in a sort of courtyard in front of the main building. He was frozen in a jovial wave toward no one, staring into empty space with a silly, toothy grin as bird shit covered whole swaths of his "fur" and vines ensnared his platform. I approached the main building - the PALACE - only to find the outside of the building covered in graffiti where the original paint hadn't peeled and chipped away. The front doors weren't just open, they had been taken off their hinges and were stolen. Above the front doors, or the gaping maw where they had been, someone had once again painted "ABANDONED BY DISNEY". I wish I could tell you about all the awesome stuff I saw inside the Palace. Forgotten statues, abandoned cash registers, a full-fledged secret society of homeless bums... but no. The inside of the building was so stark, so bare, that I actually think people had stolen the molding off the walls. Anything that was too big to steal... counters, desks, giant fake trees... they were all resting amid this empty echo chamber that amplified my every step like a slow rat-a-tat of a machine gun. I checked the floorplan and headed to all the locations that might seem in any way interesting. The kitchen was as you'd imagine... an industrial food prep area with all the appliances and space, no expenses spared. Every glass surface was broken, every door knocked off its hinges, every metal surface kicked and dented. The entire place smelled like very old piss. The huge freezer, not even remotely cool now, had row upon row of empty shelf space. Hooks hung from the ceiling, probably for hanging cuts of meat, and as I stood inside for a moment, I noticed they were swinging. Each hook swung in a random direction, but their movements were so slow and small that it was almost impossible to see. I figured it had been caused by my footsteps, so I stopped one from swinging by clutching it in my fist, then carefully letting go, but within seconds it started to swing once more. The bathrooms were in much the same state as the rest of the place. Just like the Treasure Island resort, someone had methodically smashed each porcelain commode with coconuts and other implements. There was about a half inch of rancid, stinking stagnant water on the floor, so I didn't stay there very long. What's odd is that the toilets and the sinks (and the bidets in the ladies' room, yes I went there) all dripped, leaked, or just ran freely. It seemed to me that they should've shut the water off long, LONG ago. There were plenty of rooms in the resort, but naturally I didn't have time to look through them all. The few I did peer into were similarly wrecked, and I didn't expect to find anything there. I thought there was actually a television or radio in one room, as I really think I heard a quiet conversation coming out. Though it was like a whisper, probably my own breathing echoing in the silence, or just another case of the sound of flowing water playing tricks on the mind, this is what it sounded like... 1: "I didn't believe it." 2: (short, unknown reply) 1: "I didn't know that. I didn't know that." 2: "Your father told you." 1: (unknown reply, or possibly just weeping.) I know, I know, that sounds ridiculous. I'm just telling you what I experienced, why I thought there might've been something running in that room - or worse, some vagrants who had holed up there and probably would've knifed me. At the front doors of the Palace again, I figured I hadn't found anything of note and had wasted the trip up. As I looked out the door, I noticed something interesting in the courtyard that I had apparently missed. Something that would give me at least ONE thing to show for all my trouble, even if it was just a photograph. There as a lifelike statue of a python, maybe eighty feet long, coiled up and "sunning" itself on a pedestal right in the center of the area. It was almost time for the sun to start setting, so the light fell onto the object in the PERFECT way for a photograph. I approached the python and snapped a photo. Then I stood on my toes and snapped another. I moved closer again to get the detail of its face. Slowly, casually, the python lifted its head, looked directly into my eyes, turned, and slithered off the pedestal, across the grass, and into the trees. All eighty feet of it. Its head long disappeared into the woods before its tail even left the sunning spot. Disney had released all their exotic animals onto the grounds. Right there on my floorplan map was the "Reptile House". I should have known. I'd read about the sharks at Treasure Isle, and I should have KNOWN they'd done this. I was dumbfounded, just utterly stupefied. My mouth must've been hanging open for the longest time before I came back down to Earth and snapped it shut. I blinked a few times and backed away from where the snake had been, back toward the Palace. Even though it was totally gone, I still wasn't taking any chances and backed my way into the building. It took a few deep breaths and slaps to my own face to get myself right in the head again after that. I looked for a place to sit down, as my legs were feeling a bit like jelly at this point. Of course, there WAS no place to sit down unless I wanted to recline in the broken glass and dead leaf carpet or haul myself up onto a desk of questionably reliability. I had seen some stairs near the Palace's lobby and decided to go have a seat there until I felt better. The staircase was far enough away from the front of the building to be relatively clean, save for a startling accumulation of dust. I pulled a wedge of metal off the wall, once again painted with the "ABANDONED BY DISNEY" motto I'd become accustomed to. I placed the wedge on the stairs and sat on it to keep at least somewhat clean. The stairway led downward, below ground level. Using my camera flash as a sort of improvised flashlight, I could see that the stair case ended in a metal mesh door with a padlock. A sign on the door... a REAL sign... read "MASCOTS ONLY! THANK YOU!". This perked up my spirits a little bit, for two reasons. One, a Mascots-Only area would have definitely had some interesting stuff back in the day... Two, the padlock was still in place. Nobody had gone down there. Not the vandals, not the looters, nobody. This was the one place I could actually "explore" and perhaps find something interesting to photograph or wantonly steal. I had come to the Palace essentially agreeing with myself that it was okay to take anything I wanted because - hey - "abandoned". It didn't take much to bust the lock. Well, actually that's wrong. It didn't take much to bust the metal plate on the wall that the padlock was hooked to. Time and decay had done most of the work for me, and I was able to bend the metal plate enough to pull the screws out of the wall - something nobody else had apparently thought of, or hadn't been able to do at the time. The Mascots-Only area was a startling and very welcomed change from the rest of the building I'd seen. For one, every second or third fluorescent light overhead was illuminated, even though they flickered and faded randomly. Also, nothing had been stolen or broken, even if age and exposure were definately taking their toll. Tables had note pads and pens, there were clocks... even a punch-in clock on the wall complete with filled-out time cards. Chairs were scattered around and there was even a small break room with an old, static-filled television and long rotted-out food and drink on the counters. It was like one of those post-apocalypse movies where everything is left in the state of evacuation. As I walked the maze-like sub-basement hallways of the Mascots-Only area, the sights just became more and more interesting. As I went further, desks and tables were knocked over, papers scattered and almost melded with the damp floor, and a large carpet of mold was slowly overtaking the real rotting crimson floor-covering. Everything was just sort of "squishy". Anything wood disintegrated into mush when I applied even the least amount of force, and clothing items hanging on hooks in one of the rooms simply fell to moist threads if I tried to unhook them. One thing that annoyed me was that the light was becoming more sparse and unreliable as I went further into the dank, suffocating depths of the place. Eventually, I reached a black and yellow striped door with the words "CHARACTER PREP 1" stenciled on it. The door wouldn't open at first. I figured this was probably where the costumes were kept, and I definately wanted a photograph of that twisted, stinking mess. Try as I might, whatever angle or trick I tried, the door wouldn't budge. That is, until I gave up and started to walk away. That was when there was a slight popping sound and the door creaked open slowly. Inside, the room was completely dark. Pitch black. I used the camera flash to look for a light switch in the wall buy the door, but there was nothing. As I made my search, I was jarred out of my sense of excitement by a loud electrical buzz. Rows of lights overhead suddenly flashed to life, flickering and fading in and out like the rest I had passed. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, and it seemed like the light was going to just keep getting brighter until all the bulbs exploded... but just when I thought it would reach that critical stage, the lights dimmed a bit and steadied. The room was exactly as I had pictured it. Various Disney costumes hung on the walls, fully put together like strange cartoon cadavers hung from invisible nooses. There was an entire rack of loincloths and "native" clothes on hangers toward the back. What I found odd, and what I wanted to photograph right away, was a Mickey Mouse costume at the center of the room. Unlike the other costumes, it was lying on its back in the center of the floor like a murder victim. The fur on the costume was rotten and shedding, creating bare patches. What was even odder, however, was the coloring of the costume. It was like a photo negative of the actual Mickey Mouse. Black where he should be white and white where he should be black. His normally red overalls were light blue. The sight was off-putting enough that I actually put off photographing the thing until last. I took a picture of the costumes hanging on the walls. Upward angles, downward angles, side shots to show an entire row of frozen, putrid cartoon faces, some with plastic eyes missing. Then I decided to stage a shot. Just one of the bedraggled character heads on the slick, grimy floor. I reached for the headpiece of a Donald Duck costume and carefully removed it so the thing wouldn't fall apart in my hands. As I looked into the face of the wide-eyed, moldering head, a loud clattering sound made me jump with fright. I looked down at my feet, and there between my shoes was a human skull. It had fallen out of the mascot head and shattered into pieces at me feet; only the empty face and lower jaw remained, staring up at me. I dropped the Duck head immediately, as you'd expect, and moved for the door. As I stood in the doorway, I looked back to the skull on the floor. I had to take a picture of it, you know? I HAD to, for any number of reasons that may seem silly, but only if you don't think it through. I'd need proof of what happened, especially if Disney was going to somehow make this go away. I had no doubt in my mind, right from the start, that even if it was just gross negligence, Disney was RESPONSIBLE for this. That's when Mickey, that photo negative, opposite-Mickey in the middle of the floor, started to get up. Reverse mickey First sitting up, then climbing to its feet, the Mickey Mouse costume... or whoever was inside of it, stood there at the center of the room, its fake face just starting directly at me as I mumbled "No..." over and over and over... With shaking hands, a violently thrashing heart, and legs that had once again turned to jelly, I managed to lift the camera and aim it at the opposite creature now quietly sizing me up. The digital camera's screen displayed only dead pixels in the shape of the thing. It was a perfect silhouette of the Mickey costume. As the camera moved in my unsteady hands, the dead pixels spread, marring the screen wherever Mickey's outline moved to. Then the camera died. Went blank and quiet and... broken. I raised my eyes once again to the Mickey Mouse costume. "Hey," it said in a hushed, perverted, but perfectly executed Mickey Mouse voice, "Wanna see my head come off?" It started to pull at its own head, working its clumsy, glove-clad fingers around its neck with clawing, impatient movements similar to a wounded man trying to pull himself free of a predator's jaws... As it worked its digits into its neck... so much blood... So much thick, chunky, yellow blood... I turned away as I heard a sickening tearing of cloth and flesh... only cared about getting away. Above the doorway out of this room, I saw the final message clawed into the metal with bone or fingernails... "ABANDONED BY GOD" I never got the pictures out of the camera. I never wrote the blog entry about it. After I ran from that place, fled for my sanity if not my very life, I knew why Disney didn't want anyone to know about this place. They didn't want anyone like me getting in. They didn't want anything like that getting out. There are good creepypastas out there, this isn't one. |
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Feb 2, 2015 11:10 AM
#21
It's the story of the last man on the earth. He was standing in a room, alone, listening to his old Ipod. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. D: |
Feb 2, 2015 11:16 AM
#22
KawaiiWeeabz said: It's the story of the last man on the earth. He was standing in a room, alone, listening to his old Ipod. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. D: He looked towards that direction, a look of dismay fluttered across his face. He looked down at his pale and dry hands, questioning if he should answer the door. He moved his thumbs in circles as he went through the possibilities of who is could be. Finally he settled on a “no”, and sat back in his old arm chair. His facial muscles relaxed, until his face was expressionless. He hoped there was still tea in the cupboard. There was another knock at the door. His eyes opened as a rush of thoughts flowed through his mind. He turned his head back towards the direction of the door. It was just down the hall with that loose board three steps down, take a left, and there it was. It had glass panes in it, and the middle-left one needed to be fixed. He should fix it, now that he had the time. Yes, then he could also check on who was knocking. A small smile settled on the man’s lips as he looked away and scooted up the chair to get up and head towards the door. Another knock sounded. He looked back towards the door, the smile disappearing on his lips like it was never there, and stopped. He hesitated, but then continued to get up. Maybe he could find some tea, then check the door while the water boiled, he thought. Yes, of course, multitasking couldn’t hurt. He started to walk towards the kitchen, his steps echoing in the silence that was only now noticeable. Opening the cupboard, he found some of the tea his wife had gotten him days before that he hadn’t gotten around to drinking. Picking up the tin, there was a knock at the door. The noise startling him, for he almost forgot about the problem he had, the knock on the door. Ducking his head out of the doorway of the kitchen, he looked down the hallway with the loose board three steps down, and craned his neck in hopes to catch a glimpse of the door. He looked back at his tea tin with a look and matching feeling of yearning, and placed the tin onto the counter. He stepped out of the kitchen, and started to walk down the hallway. Stepping directly on the loose board he barely noticed the whine it released. He glanced at the photos of his wife and kids on the green painted walls, and continued towards the door. He wished his wife was here. He turned left and there was a knock on the door, stopping him mid-step. He stared at the door, an anger boiling in him, and rising until he felt it heating up his ears. He rushed to the door and threw it open. He wished he made that tea. |
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Feb 2, 2015 11:19 AM
#23
badwolf45f said: KawaiiWeeabz said: It's the story of the last man on the earth. He was standing in a room, alone, listening to his old Ipod. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. D: He looked towards that direction, a look of dismay fluttered across his face. He looked down at his pale and dry hands, questioning if he should answer the door. He moved his thumbs in circles as he went through the possibilities of who is could be. Finally he settled on a “no”, and sat back in his old arm chair. His facial muscles relaxed, until his face was expressionless. He hoped there was still tea in the cupboard. There was another knock at the door. His eyes opened as a rush of thoughts flowed through his mind. He turned his head back towards the direction of the door. It was just down the hall with that loose board three steps down, take a left, and there it was. It had glass panes in it, and the middle-left one needed to be fixed. He should fix it, now that he had the time. Yes, then he could also check on who was knocking. A small smile settled on the man’s lips as he looked away and scooted up the chair to get up and head towards the door. Another knock sounded. He looked back towards the door, the smile disappearing on his lips like it was never there, and stopped. He hesitated, but then continued to get up. Maybe he could find some tea, then check the door while the water boiled, he thought. Yes, of course, multitasking couldn’t hurt. He started to walk towards the kitchen, his steps echoing in the silence that was only now noticeable. Opening the cupboard, he found some of the tea his wife had gotten him days before that he hadn’t gotten around to drinking. Picking up the tin, there was a knock at the door. The noise startling him, for he almost forgot about the problem he had, the knock on the door. Ducking his head out of the doorway of the kitchen, he looked down the hallway with the loose board three steps down, and craned his neck in hopes to catch a glimpse of the door. He looked back at his tea tin with a look and matching feeling of yearning, and placed the tin onto the counter. He stepped out of the kitchen, and started to walk down the hallway. Stepping directly on the loose board he barely noticed the whine it released. He glanced at the photos of his wife and kids on the green painted walls, and continued towards the door. He wished his wife was here. He turned left and there was a knock on the door, stopping him mid-step. He stared at the door, an anger boiling in him, and rising until he felt it heating up his ears. He rushed to the door and threw it open. He wished he made that tea. q_q |
Feb 2, 2015 11:26 AM
#24
KawaiiWeeabz said: badwolf45f said: KawaiiWeeabz said: It's the story of the last man on the earth. He was standing in a room, alone, listening to his old Ipod. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. D: He looked towards that direction, a look of dismay fluttered across his face. He looked down at his pale and dry hands, questioning if he should answer the door. He moved his thumbs in circles as he went through the possibilities of who is could be. Finally he settled on a “no”, and sat back in his old arm chair. His facial muscles relaxed, until his face was expressionless. He hoped there was still tea in the cupboard. There was another knock at the door. His eyes opened as a rush of thoughts flowed through his mind. He turned his head back towards the direction of the door. It was just down the hall with that loose board three steps down, take a left, and there it was. It had glass panes in it, and the middle-left one needed to be fixed. He should fix it, now that he had the time. Yes, then he could also check on who was knocking. A small smile settled on the man’s lips as he looked away and scooted up the chair to get up and head towards the door. Another knock sounded. He looked back towards the door, the smile disappearing on his lips like it was never there, and stopped. He hesitated, but then continued to get up. Maybe he could find some tea, then check the door while the water boiled, he thought. Yes, of course, multitasking couldn’t hurt. He started to walk towards the kitchen, his steps echoing in the silence that was only now noticeable. Opening the cupboard, he found some of the tea his wife had gotten him days before that he hadn’t gotten around to drinking. Picking up the tin, there was a knock at the door. The noise startling him, for he almost forgot about the problem he had, the knock on the door. Ducking his head out of the doorway of the kitchen, he looked down the hallway with the loose board three steps down, and craned his neck in hopes to catch a glimpse of the door. He looked back at his tea tin with a look and matching feeling of yearning, and placed the tin onto the counter. He stepped out of the kitchen, and started to walk down the hallway. Stepping directly on the loose board he barely noticed the whine it released. He glanced at the photos of his wife and kids on the green painted walls, and continued towards the door. He wished his wife was here. He turned left and there was a knock on the door, stopping him mid-step. He stared at the door, an anger boiling in him, and rising until he felt it heating up his ears. He rushed to the door and threw it open. He wished he made that tea. q_q Y'ALL BE PREPARED FOR MY STORY BECAUSE THIS HAPPENED TO ME! =A= I was watching tv alone late night, but I felt like someone was watching me from behind. like I feel a presence on my right side. behind me is nothing but a wall though so I didn't mind it. I decided to go to sleep so I turned the tv off and I saw a face beside me in the reflection of the tv. THE END(if you want to know what happened after that basically I had the manliest scream in the world.) |
Feb 2, 2015 11:33 AM
#25
DeadlyPizzaLord said: KawaiiWeeabz said: badwolf45f said: KawaiiWeeabz said: It's the story of the last man on the earth. He was standing in a room, alone, listening to his old Ipod. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. D: He looked towards that direction, a look of dismay fluttered across his face. He looked down at his pale and dry hands, questioning if he should answer the door. He moved his thumbs in circles as he went through the possibilities of who is could be. Finally he settled on a “no”, and sat back in his old arm chair. His facial muscles relaxed, until his face was expressionless. He hoped there was still tea in the cupboard. There was another knock at the door. His eyes opened as a rush of thoughts flowed through his mind. He turned his head back towards the direction of the door. It was just down the hall with that loose board three steps down, take a left, and there it was. It had glass panes in it, and the middle-left one needed to be fixed. He should fix it, now that he had the time. Yes, then he could also check on who was knocking. A small smile settled on the man’s lips as he looked away and scooted up the chair to get up and head towards the door. Another knock sounded. He looked back towards the door, the smile disappearing on his lips like it was never there, and stopped. He hesitated, but then continued to get up. Maybe he could find some tea, then check the door while the water boiled, he thought. Yes, of course, multitasking couldn’t hurt. He started to walk towards the kitchen, his steps echoing in the silence that was only now noticeable. Opening the cupboard, he found some of the tea his wife had gotten him days before that he hadn’t gotten around to drinking. Picking up the tin, there was a knock at the door. The noise startling him, for he almost forgot about the problem he had, the knock on the door. Ducking his head out of the doorway of the kitchen, he looked down the hallway with the loose board three steps down, and craned his neck in hopes to catch a glimpse of the door. He looked back at his tea tin with a look and matching feeling of yearning, and placed the tin onto the counter. He stepped out of the kitchen, and started to walk down the hallway. Stepping directly on the loose board he barely noticed the whine it released. He glanced at the photos of his wife and kids on the green painted walls, and continued towards the door. He wished his wife was here. He turned left and there was a knock on the door, stopping him mid-step. He stared at the door, an anger boiling in him, and rising until he felt it heating up his ears. He rushed to the door and threw it open. He wished he made that tea. q_q Y'ALL BE PREPARED FOR MY STORY BECAUSE THIS HAPPENED TO ME! =A= I was watching tv alone late night, but I felt like someone was watching me from behind. like I feel a presence on my right side. behind me is nothing but a wall though so I didn't mind it. I decided to go to sleep so I turned the tv off and I saw a face beside me in the reflection of the tv. THE END(if you want to know what happened after that basically I had the manliest scream in the world.) D: Fortunately I have never experience "creepy" things, I like ghost stories and stuff but if something like that happened to me I would die T.T |
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Feb 2, 2015 11:36 AM
#26
Don't believe in ghosts. Once felt a hand grip my throat but that had to be my shirt collar. Some years ago a figure was standing besides my bed but those must be the curtains billowing in the wind. Couple of months ago heard a loud banging from the ceiling, but no one lives in the apartment above. The past residents must have left their cat or something. Ghost don't exist. Nuh uh. |
Feb 2, 2015 11:43 AM
#27
badwolf45f said: Good pastas are a foreign concept to me, I only pasted this one because a friend PM'd it to me on FacebookThere are good creepypastas out there, this isn't one |
Feb 2, 2015 11:51 AM
#28
k0k0 said: Don't believe in ghosts. Once felt a hand grip my throat but that had to be my shirt collar. Some years ago a figure was standing besides my bed but those must be the curtains billowing in the wind. Couple of months ago heard a loud banging from the ceiling, but no one lives in the apartment above. The past residents must have left their cat or something. Ghost don't exist. Nuh uh. KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT BRO! next thing you know you see a girl passing through a wall and you would tell yourself "Nuh uh, I was just trippin from all the drinks I had last night." |
Feb 2, 2015 11:58 AM
#29
DeadlyPizzaLord said: KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT BRO! next thing you know you see a girl passing through a wall and you would tell yourself "Nuh uh, I was just trippin from all the drinks I had last night." Oh, but once the shadow of a man seemed to walk through the wall. I'm pretty sure I was hallucinating since I was very sleepy. Did I tell you about the time someone invisible screamed in my ear? But it could just have been my 8th cranial nerve acting up with tinnitus. Ghosts don't exist brah. Come on. |
Feb 2, 2015 12:02 PM
#30
k0k0 said: DeadlyPizzaLord said: KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT BRO! next thing you know you see a girl passing through a wall and you would tell yourself "Nuh uh, I was just trippin from all the drinks I had last night." Oh, but once the shadow of a man seemed to walk through the wall. I'm pretty sure I was hallucinating since I was very sleepy. Did I tell you about the time someone invisible screamed in my ear? But it could just have been my 8th cranial nerve acting up with tinnitus. Ghosts don't exist brah. Come on. Damn….I guess you were right after all. Wait what? SOMEONE SCREAMED IN YO EAR?! |
Feb 2, 2015 12:08 PM
#31
DeadlyPizzaLord said: Damn….I guess you were right after all. Wait what? SOMEONE SCREAMED IN YO EAR?! Yes. They were saying "DIE" or something, but the amount of crackling was too high to clearly make it out. Must have been the electromagnetic waves acting up or something'. Damn electromagnetic waves. |
Feb 2, 2015 12:10 PM
#32
k0k0 said: DeadlyPizzaLord said: Damn….I guess you were right after all. Wait what? SOMEONE SCREAMED IN YO EAR?! Yes. They were saying "DIE" or something, but the amount of crackling was too high to clearly make it out. Must have been the electromagnetic waves acting up or something'. Damn electromagnetic waves. I DUNNO ABOUT RELIGIONS SINCE IM A SATANIST BUT BROOO YOU NEED JEEESUS |
Feb 2, 2015 12:12 PM
#33
This is the best ghost story I've ever heard anyway: A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.” |
Feb 2, 2015 12:13 PM
#34
DeadlyPizzaLord said: I DUNNO ABOUT RELIGIONS SINCE IM A SATANIST BUT BROOO YOU NEED JEEESUS I once saw Jesus in my dream. He was coming at me with a bloody knife. I opened my eyes and he was still there. But I guess the religious zealots were getting to me. |
Feb 2, 2015 12:23 PM
#35
Alight I'll spill. In my old house weird shit would always happen to me. Once something ran through my feet when I was in the kitchen, it had enough presence to make me jump back to stop myself been tripped up. I thought it was my dog.....but then I realized my parents sold my dog a few months before... I was asleep one night when I was suddenly awoke and at the bottom of my bed was a figure in white, I nearly had a heart attack and it faded out as soon as I noticed it. My room was inside our old Victorian houses basement, it linked into another even deeper basement that was full of hooks hanging from the roof. I was three floors down from everyone else and every now and again during the middle of the night my whole wall leading to that other room would bang once really loud and enough to move anything I had hanging on it. I eventually got used to it. |
Feb 2, 2015 1:58 PM
#36
"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness — it is 3:32 AM. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you cannot take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift. |
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Feb 2, 2015 2:11 PM
#37
badwolf45f said: I've seen worse. The ones I've seen are cringy.VitaminCaim said: Not mine but Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, "live" Ghost Town. Disney built the "Treasure Island" resort in Baker's Bay in the Bahamas. It didn't START as a ghost town! Disney's cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury. This is a FACT. Look it up. Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place... yes, thirty million dollars. Then they abandoned it. Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule. That's where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn't because of sand, and it obviously wasn't because "foreigners are lazy". Both are convenient excuses. No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don't I buy the official story? Because of Mowgli's Palace. Near the beachside city of Emerald Isle in North Carolina, Disney began construction of "Mowgli's Palace" in the late 1990s. The concept was a Jungle-themed resort with a large, you guessed it, PALACE in the center of the whole thing. If you're unfamiliar with the character of Mowgli, then you might better remember the story "The Jungle Book". If you haven't seen it anywhere else, you'd know it as the Disney cartoon from decades past. Mowgli is an abandoned child, in the jungle, essentially raised by animals and simultaneously threatened/pursued by other animals. Mowgli's Palace was a controversial undertaking from the start. Disney bought up a ton of high-priced land for the project, and there was actually a scandal surrounding some of the purchases. The local Government claimed "eminent domain" on people's homes, then turned around and sold the properties to Disney. At one point a home that had just been constructed was immediately condemned with little to no explanation. The land grabbed by the Government was supposedly for some fictional highway project. Knowing full well what was going on, people started calling it "Mickey Mouse Highway". Then there was the concept art. A group of stuffed shirts from Disney Co. actually held a city meeting. They intended to sell everyone on how lucrative this project was going to be for everyone. When they showed the concept art, this gigantic Indian Palace... surrounded by JUNGLE... staffed with men and women in loincloths and tribal gear... well, suffice to say everyone flipped their shit. We're talking about a large Indian Palace, Jungle, and Loincloths not only in the center of a relatively wealth area, but also a somewhat "xenophobic" area of the southern USA. It was a questionable mix at that point in history. One member of the crowd tried to storm the stage, but he was quickly subdued by security after he managed to break one of the presentation boards over his knee. Disney took that community and essentially broke it over its knee, as well. The houses were razed, the land was cleared, and there wasn't a damned thing anyone could do or say about it. Local TV and Newspapers were against the resort at the beginning, but some insane connection between Disney's media holdings and the local venues came into play and their opinions turned on a dime. So anyway, Treasure Island, the Bahamas. Disney sunk those millions in and then split. The same thing happened with Mowgli's Palace. Construction was complete. Visitors actually stayed at the resort. The surrounding communities were flooded with traffic and the usual annoyances associated with an influx of lost and irate tourists. Then it all just stopped. Disney shut it down and nobody knew what the Hell to think. But they were pretty happy about it. Disney's loss was pretty hilarious and wonderful to a large group of folks who didn't want this in the first place. I honestly didn't give the place another thought since hearing it closed over a decade ago. I live maybe four hours from Emerald Isle, so really I only heard the rumblings and didn't experience any of it first-hand. Then I read this article from someone who had explored the Treasure Island resort and posted a whole blog about all the crazy shit he found there. Stuff just... left behind. Things smashed, defaced, probably ruined by the disgruntled former employees who had lost their jobs. Hell, the locals from all around probably had a hand in wrecking that place. People there felt just as angry about Treasure Island as folks here did about Mowgli's Palace. Plus there were rumors that Disney had released their aquarium "stock" into the local waters when they closed... including sharks. Who wouldn't want to take a few swings at some merchandise after that? Well, what I'm getting at is that this blog about Treasure Island got me thinking. Even though many years had passed since its closing, I figured it might be cool to do some "Urban Exploration" at Mowgli's Palace. Take some photos, write about my experience, and probably see if there was anything I could take home as a memento. I'm not going to say I wasted no time in getting there, because honestly it took me another year after I first found that Treasure Island article to get around to going up to Emerald Isle. Over the course of that year, I did a lot of research on the Palace resort... or rather, I tried to. Naturally, no official Disney site or resource made any mention of the place. That had been scrubbed clean. Even odder, however, was that nobody before myself had apparently thought to blog about the place or even post a photo. None of the local TV or Newspaper sites had one word about the place, though that was to be expected since they had all swung Disney's way. They wouldn't be out there lauding their embarrassment, you know? Recently, I learned that corporations can actually ask Google, for example, to remove links from search results... basically for no good reason. Looking back, it's probably not that nobody spoke of the resort, but rather their words were made inaccessible. So in the end I could barely find the place. All I had to go on was an old-as-hell map I'd received in the mail back in the 90s. It was a promotional item sent out to people who had recently been to Disney world, and I guess since I had been there in the late 80s, that was "recent". I didn't really intend to hang onto it. It just got shoved in with my books and comics from my childhood. I'd only remembered it months into my research, and even then it took me another few weeks to locate the storage bin my parents had shoved it all into. But I DID find it. Locals were no help, as most were transplants who had moved to the beach in recent years... or old residents who just sneered at me and made rude gestures the second I managed to say "Where would I find Mowgli's---" The drive took me through an inordinately long corridor of overgrowth. Tropical plants that had run rampant and overpopulated the area mixed with the native species of flora that actually BELONGED there and had tried to reclaim the land. I was in awe when I reached the front gates of the resort. Tremendous, monolithic wooden gates whose supports to either side looked like they must've been cut from giant sequoias. The gate itself had been gouged in several places by woodpeckers and eaten away at the base by burrowing insects. Hanging on the gate was a sheet of metal, some random scrap, with hand-painted letters scrawled in black. "ABANDONED BY DISNEY". Clearly the handiwork of some past local or an employee who wanted to make some small protest. The gates were open enough to walk through, but not drive, so grabbing my digital camera and the map, whose flip-side showed a layout of the resort, I set off on foot. The inner grounds of the place were just as overgrown as the entryway. Palm tree stood untended and ragged among piles of their own coconuts. Banana plants similarly stood in their own stinking, bug-riddled refuse. There was this sort of clash between order and chaos, as carefully planted rows of perennial flowers mixed with obnoxious tall weeds and stinking, blackened mushrooms. All that remained of any outdoor structures were broken, rotting wood and various charred bits of unidentifiable material. What was most likely an information booth or an outdoor bar was now simply a pile of assorted debris chopped up by past vandalism and ravaged by weather. The most interesting thing on the grounds was a statue of Baloo, the friendly bear from the Jungle Book, which stood in a sort of courtyard in front of the main building. He was frozen in a jovial wave toward no one, staring into empty space with a silly, toothy grin as bird shit covered whole swaths of his "fur" and vines ensnared his platform. I approached the main building - the PALACE - only to find the outside of the building covered in graffiti where the original paint hadn't peeled and chipped away. The front doors weren't just open, they had been taken off their hinges and were stolen. Above the front doors, or the gaping maw where they had been, someone had once again painted "ABANDONED BY DISNEY". I wish I could tell you about all the awesome stuff I saw inside the Palace. Forgotten statues, abandoned cash registers, a full-fledged secret society of homeless bums... but no. The inside of the building was so stark, so bare, that I actually think people had stolen the molding off the walls. Anything that was too big to steal... counters, desks, giant fake trees... they were all resting amid this empty echo chamber that amplified my every step like a slow rat-a-tat of a machine gun. I checked the floorplan and headed to all the locations that might seem in any way interesting. The kitchen was as you'd imagine... an industrial food prep area with all the appliances and space, no expenses spared. Every glass surface was broken, every door knocked off its hinges, every metal surface kicked and dented. The entire place smelled like very old piss. The huge freezer, not even remotely cool now, had row upon row of empty shelf space. Hooks hung from the ceiling, probably for hanging cuts of meat, and as I stood inside for a moment, I noticed they were swinging. Each hook swung in a random direction, but their movements were so slow and small that it was almost impossible to see. I figured it had been caused by my footsteps, so I stopped one from swinging by clutching it in my fist, then carefully letting go, but within seconds it started to swing once more. The bathrooms were in much the same state as the rest of the place. Just like the Treasure Island resort, someone had methodically smashed each porcelain commode with coconuts and other implements. There was about a half inch of rancid, stinking stagnant water on the floor, so I didn't stay there very long. What's odd is that the toilets and the sinks (and the bidets in the ladies' room, yes I went there) all dripped, leaked, or just ran freely. It seemed to me that they should've shut the water off long, LONG ago. There were plenty of rooms in the resort, but naturally I didn't have time to look through them all. The few I did peer into were similarly wrecked, and I didn't expect to find anything there. I thought there was actually a television or radio in one room, as I really think I heard a quiet conversation coming out. Though it was like a whisper, probably my own breathing echoing in the silence, or just another case of the sound of flowing water playing tricks on the mind, this is what it sounded like... 1: "I didn't believe it." 2: (short, unknown reply) 1: "I didn't know that. I didn't know that." 2: "Your father told you." 1: (unknown reply, or possibly just weeping.) I know, I know, that sounds ridiculous. I'm just telling you what I experienced, why I thought there might've been something running in that room - or worse, some vagrants who had holed up there and probably would've knifed me. At the front doors of the Palace again, I figured I hadn't found anything of note and had wasted the trip up. As I looked out the door, I noticed something interesting in the courtyard that I had apparently missed. Something that would give me at least ONE thing to show for all my trouble, even if it was just a photograph. There as a lifelike statue of a python, maybe eighty feet long, coiled up and "sunning" itself on a pedestal right in the center of the area. It was almost time for the sun to start setting, so the light fell onto the object in the PERFECT way for a photograph. I approached the python and snapped a photo. Then I stood on my toes and snapped another. I moved closer again to get the detail of its face. Slowly, casually, the python lifted its head, looked directly into my eyes, turned, and slithered off the pedestal, across the grass, and into the trees. All eighty feet of it. Its head long disappeared into the woods before its tail even left the sunning spot. Disney had released all their exotic animals onto the grounds. Right there on my floorplan map was the "Reptile House". I should have known. I'd read about the sharks at Treasure Isle, and I should have KNOWN they'd done this. I was dumbfounded, just utterly stupefied. My mouth must've been hanging open for the longest time before I came back down to Earth and snapped it shut. I blinked a few times and backed away from where the snake had been, back toward the Palace. Even though it was totally gone, I still wasn't taking any chances and backed my way into the building. It took a few deep breaths and slaps to my own face to get myself right in the head again after that. I looked for a place to sit down, as my legs were feeling a bit like jelly at this point. Of course, there WAS no place to sit down unless I wanted to recline in the broken glass and dead leaf carpet or haul myself up onto a desk of questionably reliability. I had seen some stairs near the Palace's lobby and decided to go have a seat there until I felt better. The staircase was far enough away from the front of the building to be relatively clean, save for a startling accumulation of dust. I pulled a wedge of metal off the wall, once again painted with the "ABANDONED BY DISNEY" motto I'd become accustomed to. I placed the wedge on the stairs and sat on it to keep at least somewhat clean. The stairway led downward, below ground level. Using my camera flash as a sort of improvised flashlight, I could see that the stair case ended in a metal mesh door with a padlock. A sign on the door... a REAL sign... read "MASCOTS ONLY! THANK YOU!". This perked up my spirits a little bit, for two reasons. One, a Mascots-Only area would have definitely had some interesting stuff back in the day... Two, the padlock was still in place. Nobody had gone down there. Not the vandals, not the looters, nobody. This was the one place I could actually "explore" and perhaps find something interesting to photograph or wantonly steal. I had come to the Palace essentially agreeing with myself that it was okay to take anything I wanted because - hey - "abandoned". It didn't take much to bust the lock. Well, actually that's wrong. It didn't take much to bust the metal plate on the wall that the padlock was hooked to. Time and decay had done most of the work for me, and I was able to bend the metal plate enough to pull the screws out of the wall - something nobody else had apparently thought of, or hadn't been able to do at the time. The Mascots-Only area was a startling and very welcomed change from the rest of the building I'd seen. For one, every second or third fluorescent light overhead was illuminated, even though they flickered and faded randomly. Also, nothing had been stolen or broken, even if age and exposure were definately taking their toll. Tables had note pads and pens, there were clocks... even a punch-in clock on the wall complete with filled-out time cards. Chairs were scattered around and there was even a small break room with an old, static-filled television and long rotted-out food and drink on the counters. It was like one of those post-apocalypse movies where everything is left in the state of evacuation. As I walked the maze-like sub-basement hallways of the Mascots-Only area, the sights just became more and more interesting. As I went further, desks and tables were knocked over, papers scattered and almost melded with the damp floor, and a large carpet of mold was slowly overtaking the real rotting crimson floor-covering. Everything was just sort of "squishy". Anything wood disintegrated into mush when I applied even the least amount of force, and clothing items hanging on hooks in one of the rooms simply fell to moist threads if I tried to unhook them. One thing that annoyed me was that the light was becoming more sparse and unreliable as I went further into the dank, suffocating depths of the place. Eventually, I reached a black and yellow striped door with the words "CHARACTER PREP 1" stenciled on it. The door wouldn't open at first. I figured this was probably where the costumes were kept, and I definately wanted a photograph of that twisted, stinking mess. Try as I might, whatever angle or trick I tried, the door wouldn't budge. That is, until I gave up and started to walk away. That was when there was a slight popping sound and the door creaked open slowly. Inside, the room was completely dark. Pitch black. I used the camera flash to look for a light switch in the wall buy the door, but there was nothing. As I made my search, I was jarred out of my sense of excitement by a loud electrical buzz. Rows of lights overhead suddenly flashed to life, flickering and fading in and out like the rest I had passed. It took a second for my eyes to adjust, and it seemed like the light was going to just keep getting brighter until all the bulbs exploded... but just when I thought it would reach that critical stage, the lights dimmed a bit and steadied. The room was exactly as I had pictured it. Various Disney costumes hung on the walls, fully put together like strange cartoon cadavers hung from invisible nooses. There was an entire rack of loincloths and "native" clothes on hangers toward the back. What I found odd, and what I wanted to photograph right away, was a Mickey Mouse costume at the center of the room. Unlike the other costumes, it was lying on its back in the center of the floor like a murder victim. The fur on the costume was rotten and shedding, creating bare patches. What was even odder, however, was the coloring of the costume. It was like a photo negative of the actual Mickey Mouse. Black where he should be white and white where he should be black. His normally red overalls were light blue. The sight was off-putting enough that I actually put off photographing the thing until last. I took a picture of the costumes hanging on the walls. Upward angles, downward angles, side shots to show an entire row of frozen, putrid cartoon faces, some with plastic eyes missing. Then I decided to stage a shot. Just one of the bedraggled character heads on the slick, grimy floor. I reached for the headpiece of a Donald Duck costume and carefully removed it so the thing wouldn't fall apart in my hands. As I looked into the face of the wide-eyed, moldering head, a loud clattering sound made me jump with fright. I looked down at my feet, and there between my shoes was a human skull. It had fallen out of the mascot head and shattered into pieces at me feet; only the empty face and lower jaw remained, staring up at me. I dropped the Duck head immediately, as you'd expect, and moved for the door. As I stood in the doorway, I looked back to the skull on the floor. I had to take a picture of it, you know? I HAD to, for any number of reasons that may seem silly, but only if you don't think it through. I'd need proof of what happened, especially if Disney was going to somehow make this go away. I had no doubt in my mind, right from the start, that even if it was just gross negligence, Disney was RESPONSIBLE for this. That's when Mickey, that photo negative, opposite-Mickey in the middle of the floor, started to get up. Reverse mickey First sitting up, then climbing to its feet, the Mickey Mouse costume... or whoever was inside of it, stood there at the center of the room, its fake face just starting directly at me as I mumbled "No..." over and over and over... With shaking hands, a violently thrashing heart, and legs that had once again turned to jelly, I managed to lift the camera and aim it at the opposite creature now quietly sizing me up. The digital camera's screen displayed only dead pixels in the shape of the thing. It was a perfect silhouette of the Mickey costume. As the camera moved in my unsteady hands, the dead pixels spread, marring the screen wherever Mickey's outline moved to. Then the camera died. Went blank and quiet and... broken. I raised my eyes once again to the Mickey Mouse costume. "Hey," it said in a hushed, perverted, but perfectly executed Mickey Mouse voice, "Wanna see my head come off?" It started to pull at its own head, working its clumsy, glove-clad fingers around its neck with clawing, impatient movements similar to a wounded man trying to pull himself free of a predator's jaws... As it worked its digits into its neck... so much blood... So much thick, chunky, yellow blood... I turned away as I heard a sickening tearing of cloth and flesh... only cared about getting away. Above the doorway out of this room, I saw the final message clawed into the metal with bone or fingernails... "ABANDONED BY GOD" I never got the pictures out of the camera. I never wrote the blog entry about it. After I ran from that place, fled for my sanity if not my very life, I knew why Disney didn't want anyone to know about this place. They didn't want anyone like me getting in. They didn't want anything like that getting out. There are good creepypastas out there, this isn't one. |
Feb 3, 2015 3:03 AM
#38
Milky_way1886 said: Once there was a nice old lady who had a lovely little dog. One day, the old lady heard on the radio that a crazy murderer had escaped from jail and that she should lock all her doors and windows. So she locked every door and window in the house except one tiny one to let some air in. She thought that a murderer would never get in through there. So that night she went to bed as usual. She knew everything was okay because when she put down her hand the dog licked it. But later in the night she heard a drip, drip, drip. She put her hand down and the dog licked it and everything was okay, so she went downstairs to check out the tap. But the tap wasn't dripping. So she went to bed again. And everything was okay. She woke up again later in the night, though, so she thought the dripping sound must be coming from the shower. She went into the bathroom, and there was her dog, dead, hanging in the shower, dripping with blood, all its intestines hanging out. Written on the mirror was: "Humans can lick, too!" And behind her in the mirror, she saw the murderer. Awesome! Now that's a story! Thanks :) |
Feb 3, 2015 3:04 AM
#39
Catchthefox said: Milky_way1886 said: Once there was a nice old lady who had a lovely little dog. One day, the old lady heard on the radio that a crazy murderer had escaped from jail and that she should lock all her doors and windows. So she locked every door and window in the house except one tiny one to let some air in. She thought that a murderer would never get in through there. So that night she went to bed as usual. She knew everything was okay because when she put down her hand the dog licked it. But later in the night she heard a drip, drip, drip. She put her hand down and the dog licked it and everything was okay, so she went downstairs to check out the tap. But the tap wasn't dripping. So she went to bed again. And everything was okay. She woke up again later in the night, though, so she thought the dripping sound must be coming from the shower. She went into the bathroom, and there was her dog, dead, hanging in the shower, dripping with blood, all its intestines hanging out. Written on the mirror was: "Humans can lick, too!" And behind her in the mirror, she saw the murderer. Awesome! Now that's a story! Thanks :) I even imagined that murderer licking grannies hand XD |
Feb 3, 2015 3:57 AM
#41
vegemite said: There's a spider in my room. Idk where it went. i remember once there was a thread about this problem |
Feb 3, 2015 4:05 AM
#42
DeadlyPizzaLord said: k0k0 said: Don't believe in ghosts. Once felt a hand grip my throat but that had to be my shirt collar. Some years ago a figure was standing besides my bed but those must be the curtains billowing in the wind. Couple of months ago heard a loud banging from the ceiling, but no one lives in the apartment above. The past residents must have left their cat or something. Ghost don't exist. Nuh uh. KEEP TELLING YOURSELF THAT BRO! next thing you know you see a girl passing through a wall and you would tell yourself "Nuh uh, I was just trippin from all the drinks I had last night." XD |
Feb 3, 2015 4:22 AM
#43
a girl was asked to babysit her neighbours kids. She went to their house and the parents left. After putting the kids to bed she went to the parents' room and started watching some tv. She noticed a clown's head on the closet. It looked creepy but she ignored it. The phone rang. It were the parents. They asked how the kids were doing. The girl answered they were asleep. She then asked ''I'm watching tv in your room, is it okay if I put the clowns head that is on the closet away? It scares me a bit.'' It was silent for a few seconds. The parents then said ''please get the kids and leave the house as soon as possible.'' |
Feb 3, 2015 5:19 AM
#45
I heard this story from my superior in the motorcycle gang, In a certain town there was rumor that a store was making a shumai with human flesh. This guy who was known for his fearlessness, ignored the rumor and decided to buy a box of shumai there. But then on his way home, he felt uneasy for some reason so he turned around... ...and saw no one. He couldnt stop feeling uneasy so removed the lid of the box. When he opened it one shumai was missing. Though this guy got a chill down his back... he convinced his self that one was missing from the beginning. He opened the box again at the next corner, Another was missing. By now he was freaked out and hurried home. Then he calmed down and open the lid again. This time believe it or not three or more was missing all at once. The guy was so scared that he screamed. Then he put the lid back on. Once more, slowly, he opened the lid. None! There was none left! There was absolutely no shumai left! What's going on? Though he was scared he looked into the box carefully. |
Feb 3, 2015 5:50 AM
#46
028 said: I heard this story from my superior in the motorcycle gang, In a certain town there was rumor that a store was making a shumai with human flesh. This guy who was known for his fearlessness, ignored the rumor and decided to buy a box of shumai there. But then on his way home, he felt uneasy for some reason so he turned around... ...and saw no one. He couldnt stop feeling uneasy so removed the lid of the box. When he opened it one shumai was missing. Though this guy got a chill down his back... he convinced his self that one was missing from the beginning. He opened the box again at the next corner, Another was missing. By now he was freaked out and hurried home. Then he calmed down and open the lid again. This time believe it or not three or more was missing all at once. The guy was so scared that he screamed. Then he put the lid back on. Once more, slowly, he opened the lid. None! There was none left! There was absolutely no shumai left! What's going on? Though he was scared he looked into the box carefully. was that the end? |
Feb 3, 2015 6:02 AM
#47
This isn't a ghost story, but I've seen what people call 'spirit possession' with my own eyes. It was about 4 years ago. At 10 PM, my neighbour called my house because her housemaid got possessed. She called us because my father was somewhat a muslim cleric, but because he wasn't at home that night my mom decided to call my religion teacher in elementary school because he was an 'expert' with this possession thingy. Long story short, I witnessed him 'exorcising' this housemaid, reciting Quran verses and prayers, etc. My teacher asked the 'spirit' why she (the spirit claimed to be a woman) possessed the housemaid. She said she pitied her because she was abused by my neighbour's 6-year-old son. She refused to leave the housemaid's body at first, and let out a fucking creepy laugh like in Indonesian horror movies. But after some time, she couldn't take it anymore, claimed that the recitals hurt her body like a burning fire to her, and then the housemaid fell unconscious. That moment she fell unconscious, the neighbour looked at the door with surprised eyes. She said she saw a woman at the front door. I couldn't look at the door because a cabinet blocked my view to the front door. Everyone else said that they didn't see a thing, except the neighbour's older sister. She said "Yeah, I saw that. I can see that stuff." My teacher decided to 'exorcise' them too, he said those who can see that stuff must have 'evil spirits' in their body. He started with the neighbour herself first. But, the 'spirit' refused to talk and just screamed "It hurts!" repeatedly. Because of that, my teacher went on to her older sister. After yelling several times, the 'spirit' told her story (yeah this one claimed to be a woman too). She has possessed the older sister since she was a teen. She claimed she had drove away every guy who got close to the older sister, thus she was the reason why the older sister was still single. Why would she do that? Because the 'spirit' was in love with her. MAN, THE 'SPIRIT' WAS A LESBIAN. No shit. I was scared at that time, but I almost let out a laugh! The teacher then said, "Stupid! A spirit and a human cannot love each other. Also, homosexuality is forbidden!" Something along those lines. He then recited the prayers louder, but the 'spirit' refused to let her go. That, kids, is the power of love. Until I went home at 12 AM, they were still going at it, so I don't know what happened next. This story is a true story. I experienced it myself, but I'm not saying if spirits really exist. I don't know if spirits really exist, but I'm quite sure there is some scientific explanation about this possession thingy. Still, every time I remember that night I still have goosebumps. |
silmarilFeb 3, 2015 6:07 AM
Feb 3, 2015 6:57 AM
#48
Jiischa107 said: a girl was asked to babysit her neighbours kids. She went to their house and the parents left. After putting the kids to bed she went to the parents' room and started watching some tv. She noticed a clown's head on the closet. It looked creepy but she ignored it. The phone rang. It were the parents. They asked how the kids were doing. The girl answered they were asleep. She then asked ''I'm watching tv in your room, is it okay if I put the clowns head that is on the closet away? It scares me a bit.'' It was silent for a few seconds. The parents then said ''please get the kids and leave the house as soon as possible.'' These parents must be paranoid... |
Feb 3, 2015 7:06 AM
#49
silmaril said: MAN, THE 'SPIRIT' WAS A LESBIAN. I totally see this as movie title. |
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Feb 3, 2015 7:25 AM
#50
silmaril said: This isn't a ghost story, but I've seen what people call 'spirit possession' with my own eyes. It was about 4 years ago. At 10 PM, my neighbour called my house because her housemaid got possessed. She called us because my father was somewhat a muslim cleric, but because he wasn't at home that night my mom decided to call my religion teacher in elementary school because he was an 'expert' with this possession thingy. Long story short, I witnessed him 'exorcising' this housemaid, reciting Quran verses and prayers, etc. My teacher asked the 'spirit' why she (the spirit claimed to be a woman) possessed the housemaid. She said she pitied her because she was abused by my neighbour's 6-year-old son. She refused to leave the housemaid's body at first, and let out a fucking creepy laugh like in Indonesian horror movies. But after some time, she couldn't take it anymore, claimed that the recitals hurt her body like a burning fire to her, and then the housemaid fell unconscious. That moment she fell unconscious, the neighbour looked at the door with surprised eyes. She said she saw a woman at the front door. I couldn't look at the door because a cabinet blocked my view to the front door. Everyone else said that they didn't see a thing, except the neighbour's older sister. She said "Yeah, I saw that. I can see that stuff." My teacher decided to 'exorcise' them too, he said those who can see that stuff must have 'evil spirits' in their body. He started with the neighbour herself first. But, the 'spirit' refused to talk and just screamed "It hurts!" repeatedly. Because of that, my teacher went on to her older sister. After yelling several times, the 'spirit' told her story (yeah this one claimed to be a woman too). She has possessed the older sister since she was a teen. She claimed she had drove away every guy who got close to the older sister, thus she was the reason why the older sister was still single. Why would she do that? Because the 'spirit' was in love with her. MAN, THE 'SPIRIT' WAS A LESBIAN. No shit. I was scared at that time, but I almost let out a laugh! The teacher then said, "Stupid! A spirit and a human cannot love each other. Also, homosexuality is forbidden!" Something along those lines. He then recited the prayers louder, but the 'spirit' refused to let her go. That, kids, is the power of love. Until I went home at 12 AM, they were still going at it, so I don't know what happened next. This story is a true story. I experienced it myself, but I'm not saying if spirits really exist. I don't know if spirits really exist, but I'm quite sure there is some scientific explanation about this possession thingy. Still, every time I remember that night I still have goosebumps. You know i cuold tell you a bit about these things. The thins is that there is no ghosts and possesions. People who are "possesed" have their bioenergy distorted or lowered dramatically. When that hapens other energies from the world can come in and come out of your body whenever they want. That makes your consiousness to shut down and subconsciuos starts dominating. You cuold call subconsious a dreaming land which draws all information from the world. So as a result body absorbs bad and good energies and those energies can be in a body for quite awhile. There is a global mind - human thoughts in energy form or level. From these you get people tell you things which they never have known. Their weird movements may come from energies overflowing their body. There is a lot of energies in the world, global mind is just one of them. As i said before there is good and bad (or negative energies). So you tell that there could be even a positive effect but as long as there is more bad energy... possesions are much more often than miracles. So that's basiclly it. Energy is tricky thing.. |
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