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Scariest thing ever: Go youtube Dwight Howard shooting a free throw. You'll cry
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Not my story..
In the late 70's, my Uncle was studying medicine at the University of Chicago. After a morning class, he decided that he would hitchhike back home to Lincoln Park on the North side instead of pay for a taxi. A man drove up in a Plymouth Satellite and offered my Uncle a ride. The man looked normal and seemed friendly...lighthearted even, so my Uncle got in the car and they started driving towards Lake Shore Drive. However, once they got there, the man drove South on Lake Shore instead of North, towards Lincoln Park. My Uncle told the man he was going the wrong way and to turn around and head North. The man looked at my Uncle, put his hand on his knee and said, "No son, you are coming with me" and smiled darkly at him. My Uncle froze in panic, and when they hit traffic near the South Shore, he quickly unlocked the passenger door and ran away without looking back.
A year or two later on a cold December day, my Uncle was having coffee in a cafe with my future Aunt when he caught something on the TV that made his blood run cold. He saw the man that had picked him up from school that day the year before. He had been arrested for the suspected rape and killing of over 20 young men and boys. The man on the television was John Wayne Gacy. And he had removed the door handle off the passenger side door to prevent the men he picked up from escaping.
who isnt^^
I'm scared of owning dead peoples belongings.
man what is that!?!?Scary ish--http://imgur.com/a/zpxZj?gallery#bNACuyc
Scary ish--
I have a better version from my home countryoh i got one.....cant remember word for word but yeah
it looks long but its just spaced out.
So there was this middle aged writer who lived in maine. Married, wife is a teacher, kid is in college. He has been working on this book, and has made some final changes before the last edit.
He has to see his publisher in Atlanta but he's afraid of flying so he drives down there.
When he gets into georgia its like 3 am in the morning and he keeps on dozing off so he decides to go to a hotel.
He pulls off on the next exit and drives for about ten miles, but no hotel. He finally comes to a bed and breakfast. there are no cars there, but the sign outside says "open"
It is an old hotel, but not that old. Very southern looking. victorian. Old doors, old locks, moss trees in the front, not scary at all, very welcoming.
like a home.
He goes inside and a very friendly southern elderly woman comes to the desk.
She starts asking him questions, but the guy is extremely sleepy/tired, so he takes the keys and goes to his room.
The way the rooms are set up is basically like a hallway, with five rooms on either side.
At the end of the hallway by the last room is a table with fresh flowers on it as well as a mirror hanging on the wall, there is also a toy doll sitting by the flowers. His room is two doors down.
As he starts to fall asleep he faintly hears something outside of his room. It sounds kind of like creaking wood.
He tries to ignore it, but the sound is persistent and carries itself through the hallway.
He goes outside of his room and the noise is much louder. He can tell that it is coming from the last room, but he was sure he was the only guest.
He walks over to the last room and puts his ear on the door.
the creaking intensifies.
He starts to knock on the door, but decides to look in the keyhole first.
when he looks inside he sees a little girl in a rocking chair looking out of the window. She is wearing a white dress, long brown hair, and she is clutching a toy doll.
He can't see her face.
he comes to the conclusion that the girl is the old ladys grand daughter and decides to rough it out and try to sleep.
He goes back to his room but the noise continues. The creaking is persistant, like the sound of the second hand of a clock ticking.
It's driving his insane, he puts his pillow over his face to try to muddle the noise.
then the noise stops.
He hears a lock unlock, a door slowly open, then silence.
after about ten seconds he hears a door open again, then the sound of it being locked.
He opens his door and sticks his head out, but no one is there. He notices that the doll on the table is gone.
He walks slowly toward the last door and puts his ear against it once again.
nothing.
so he bends down and looks through the keyhole once again,
And all he sees is RED.
He stays bent down looking through this keyhole waiting for whatever is blocking the hole to move, but it just sits there.
A dark red color, like blood.
After about two minutes he stands back up puzzled. he goes back to his room and at around 6am, falls asleep.
The next morning he goes back to the room and looks through they keyhole, all he sees is a rocking chair, and two dolls sitting in it.
As he checks out, he asks the old lady why her grandaughter stays up so late.
she doesnt answer, but says "you slept for quite some time, im afraid you missed the breakfast"
The man heads back out on the road and gets off at the next exit to get some food.
He pulls into a local diner, very southern. The only other customer is an elderly man in hunting gear sitting in the corner, silently sipping coffee.
"Two eggs, sunnyside up, grits, and two pieces of bacon please"
As he's eating, he asks the waitress about the bed and breakfast at the last exit.
The elderly man hears this and puts down his coffee and looks the writers way.
The waitress asks
"did you stay there?"
The writer says
"no..........................is it a good place to spend the night?"
The waitress replies
"People around here don't stay the night there sir. Maybe a daytime stay, but not at night."
"why?"
"well, you see that wasn't always a bed and breakfast. It was a house, they just turned it into a hotel, Mr. Andrew and his wife.
"mr andrew?"
"A while back Mr Andrew was the sheriff in this county. A good man. He was a good man.
I remember all the kids used to go over to that house and climb in the trees. They loved kids........
Him and Mrs. andrews tried for the longest to have a child, but it took awhile.
after some time, they finally had a daughter. But.....she was different"
"what do you mean?"
"well, sir....she was deformed, but not her body, her skin. it was white as a sheeps wooll"
"you mean an albino?"
"yes, thats right. Old Mr. Andrews couldnt take it. Said she wasnt a child of god or somthin like that. Drove him crazy. I mean he tried but............ Shot himself right through the top of the head with a shotgun."
"and Mrs. Andrews?"
"Well, Mrs. Andrews wasnt about to kill herself. She loved her husband more than that little girl.
What people round here say is that she locked that poor girl in her room. All night, all day ......until that poor little girl died of hunger...or whatever kills a person after bein alone that long."
"sounds like a ghost story to me"
The old man in the corner looked sternly in the writers direction
"no ghost story son"
"is that right?"
"damn right. I seen that lil girl one time i visited Mr. Andrews a while back. white as snow. but the thing about her that made her disturbing, more than the white skin..........
was her huge...............
red eyes."
The world's shortest scary story
The last man on earth was in a room sitting on a chair. There was a knock on the door
some freaky ish