27.05.2012 - 22:50
I'm never coming to this topic again. HAVE FUN!
---- "War is God's way of teaching Americans geography." - Ambrose Bierce
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28.05.2012 - 01:09
In America there was a mass murder. Policemen went to investigate. Trying not to tread on the bodies, they took pictures of each one. One policemen saw something on the opposite wall but he couldn't read it. He walks over to it and sees the numbers "7734" in calculator form, written in blood. When taking pictures of this, he turned his camera upside-down and told an approaching police officer. When he pointed with the hand that the camera was in, he accidentally took a picture of the upside-down numbers. He was about to delete the picture when he realized something. The numbers were now a word. The word was "HELL."
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28.05.2012 - 02:05
You are alone and lost... disconnected from your squad. You should have received a message hours ago, but the comms remain a silent whisper of static, a harbinger of misfortunes to come. It is a cold night, the last licks of red sunlight dance across the horizon like fireflies in the summer night. a cool, yet unsettling breeze brushes the britsles on the back of your neck, making them stand stiff on edge and sending a chill from your head down your shivering spine. You feel as if someone is here, here among the emptiness. you begin to ponder who might be out here in this vast desert wasteland of rocks and dust other than this defenseless lost soul. then a small glimmer of hope, a light flickering in the distance, tantalizing your fear of the lost. Larger, the light grows. it seems to be hurtling towards you at breaking speeds, faster and faster untill a faint whooping, like the engine of an idle car, presses against your eardrums. its a helicopter. it comes closer, closer still untill the blades of death pound upon your chest like a living entity. louder untill your ears ache, your heart feels, and your feet shake. so loud your thoughts become but a muffled whisper. This chopper is not yours though, it flies the insignia of the enemy. you panic, your heart explodes in a torrent of beats. your feet are rushing in a flurry to saftey. the gravel beneath is like clouds to your feeble flight from impending death. the chopper quickly circles around, flanking your daring escape and ending your futile attempt at survival. he is so close now that you can feel the pilot himself... you look up and glance upon the blood red eyes of the menacing reaper, out for blood... You see down the cold, heartless pupils of the empty shell of a man as the wind whips your hair... FLASH
---- All our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Life's but a walking shadow a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing
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28.05.2012 - 02:16
Scary story? Learn the history of the humanity.
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28.05.2012 - 04:12
I have i nightmare with prespa lake monster i wake up in the middle of night i turn on my lap top lucky computer to play my favorite afterwind game.I try to log in and Than i saw this scary picture i dont know will my heart will have power to see this picture again black darkness around my desktop so scary i started to cry whan see this darknes and words you are baned(i dont knowed reason for that).have i nice day lol i have teribble days.i thinked lol now never again will can play with my friends i was so sad in that days
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28.05.2012 - 09:37
One cold winter night, a sixteen year old girl named Brittany Snow, was home alone, watching TV. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party at a friend's house. It had been snowing heavily all afternoon, but Brittany felt nice and snug as she sat on the sofa in the lounge, tucked up under a warm, fuzzy blanket. By midnight, Brittany's parents were still not home, and she began to feel uneasy. She didn't want to call them, in case they thought that she couldn't take care of herself. The television was in the corner of the room, right next to the big bay window. She was watching one of her favorite movies, a horror film named Prom Night, when suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something moving in the bay window. Through the darkness and the falling snow, she could make out the figure of a man, walking towards the window. As he got closer, she was able to make out his face and it filled her with horror. The man's face was hideously scarred, his eyes were wild and crazy and he seemed to be grinning maliciously at her. Frightened, Brittany pulled the fuzzy blanket over her head and tried to hide. She hardly dared to move. Slowly, she pulled the blanket aside just enough to peer out with one eye. The man was still there. He was just standing there, staring directly at her as the snow fell behind him. Then, he reached into his coat and pulled something out. It was a long knife. Terrified, Brittany pulled the blanket back over her head and hoped that the madman would think it was just a pile of blankets sitting on the sofa. She managed to move her hand slowly over to her pocket and took out her mobile phone. Pressing the buttons in a panic, she dialled 911 and held her breath as she waited for an answer. When the operator asked "What is your emergency?", Brittany put the phone close to her face and whispered "There's a man outside my window. He's got a knife. Please come quickly." She sat motionless under the blanket as the minutes ticked by. Eventually, she heard sirens outside and the police started banging on her front door. Brittany pulled off the blanket and rushed to the front door, letting the two police officers inside. They said they had seen no trace of anyone outside her house. "He was right there", said Brittany, pointing out the bay window to her snow-covered front lawn. "That's not possible", said the female officer. "There couldn't have been anyone standing out there. The snow is completely undisturbed. If there was someone out there, they would have left footprints." "But he was standing right there, staring straight at me", said Brittany. "I saw him with my own two eyes." "You know, your eyes can play tricks on you", said the male officer. "Maybe you've been watching too many scary movies". The officers turned to leave when. all of a sudden, the female officer stopped dead in her tracks. She pulled back the sofa that Brittany had been sitting on. Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in shock. Brittany and the male police officer gasped. On the carpet behind the sofa, there was a trail of wet footprints and a discarded knife. "You weren't looking at the man outside the window", said the female officer. "You were looking at his reflection. He was standing right behind you all along." I found that on Tumblr
---- "War is God's way of teaching Americans geography." - Ambrose Bierce
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28.05.2012 - 09:44
@Pierceys: FAKE! The police would not have been able to find the house without an address being provided.
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28.05.2012 - 09:54
Of course its fake, but that's not the part that proves it. IDK how it is in other countries, but even with mobile phones police can track the position within a few inches. I just assume its fake
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28.05.2012 - 11:26
They can't track location, they can only tell which GSM beacon a mobile phone is connecting to. But for home phones they have no bloody clue. You watch too many Hollywood movies, me thinks. Unless the technology has changed, which is entirely possible. The police is always looking for new ways to spy on people.
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28.05.2012 - 12:36
We have this place on the outskirts of Berlin, it's called "Beelitzer Heilstätten", or in English "Beelitz Sanitarium". It's an old complex build in the Kaisers times, beautifull old buildings indeed, and witnesses to history. It was here that the young Adolf Hitler was treated after being wounded in World War One, it was here, that parts of the 12. Army got slaughtered during the Battle for Berlin in the Second World War. After that the Russians took over. They made it an army hospital of theirs, the biggest outside of the Sowjet Union. It became a restricted area and many people wondered what was going on behind the closed gates. Only when the Russians left and civil service moved in once more, the gates of the Heilstätten opened again. But shortly after, three dead girls were found in diffrent parts of the hospital, brutally mutilated. As a reaction to that, the medical superintendent hung himself in his office. Was it because he felt guilty for what happend to the girls under his supervision? No father of two children kills himself for guilt only. So what was it? Was he involved? How? The answers were never given, the Heilstätten got shut down and with them, it's history, the atrocities. Nowadays it's only adventure seeking teenagers who visit the old sanitarium, break into it and try to stay as long as they can during the night. There are rumors that ghosts haunt the old buildings, that the medical superintendent still roams the house when there is no moon set on the sky, asking visitors for forgiveness with his cold, dead hands. Uhhh Haha, seriously, if you ever stay in Berlin, give this shit a try: http://www.norbert-maas.com/beelitz/index.htm I've been there a shitload of times and the place was left from one day to another. Theres still old newspapers there in waiting rooms, old papers in the seminar rooms, rusty surgical steel and so on. Make sure to bring a bolt cutter. Coming up next: the old NSA communications intercept station on 'Devils Mountain' in former West-berlin.
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28.05.2012 - 12:57
In USA the police can tell you your exact location from just 1 call... (Doubt me? How you think we got Bin Ladin.)
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28.05.2012 - 13:13
Http://www.scp-wiki.net/ Enjoy
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28.05.2012 - 13:13
Not sure if trolling.
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28.05.2012 - 13:21
He wasn't killed in Afghanistan.... He was killed in Pakistan. The US Government only found him thanks to his hiding partner whom made calls at the Afghan-Paki border. One day he forgot to turn off his phone when going to the hideout. (Inside a Pakistani City I might add where Pakistani Military was occupied in.) Also to make a long story short US sent spy to a building next to it and later they sent a Navy Seal team in to get him.
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28.05.2012 - 13:36
Guys. can we please get back to the scary story? i'm sorry i went off track. just please get back on track
---- "War is God's way of teaching Americans geography." - Ambrose Bierce
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28.05.2012 - 16:39
Its true every little kid tries to call 911 then they get scared and hang up. 2 minuter whadaya know, its Seargent dickface pounding at your door. I think its that every address has its own calling code or something, and you can track it by that, or i think every neighborhood has its own switching station, and the police can get the adress from that. But yeah police will find your house
---- All our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Life's but a walking shadow a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing
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28.05.2012 - 21:51
What is that?
---- ~Somewhere in the distance an eagle shrieked as it rode an American buffalo to an apple-pie-eating contest at a baseball field.~
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28.05.2012 - 21:51
What is that?
---- ~Somewhere in the distance an eagle shrieked as it rode an American buffalo to an apple-pie-eating contest at a baseball field.~
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29.05.2012 - 00:59
gay. it is the essance of gay
---- All our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Life's but a walking shadow a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing
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29.05.2012 - 18:19
Okay. you guys killed this thread. I hate you all. Except for the people who actually did what it was supposed to be
---- "War is God's way of teaching Americans geography." - Ambrose Bierce
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