• 3 strange urban legends
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There was once an amusement park which contained a Merry Go Round. This Merry Go Round was not very profitable so the owner of the park decided to shut it down. It remained shut down for 10 years until the daughter of the owner decided that such a beautiful merry go round could not stay shut down, so she decided to re-open it. In order to attract publicity she asked her boyfriend to ride the merry go round for 72 hours straight. So the next day the boyfriend began his amazing ride. 5 Minutes into the ride the boyfriend complained that the horse he was riding had bit him but his girlfriend thought he was trying to back down. So the boyfriend continued to ride the horse. 10 minutes later the boyfriend collapsed and the ride was stopped. To everyone amazement the boyfriend had died. Later investigation showed that there was actually a poisonous snake living within the horses mouth and that was why the boyfriend had collapsed and died. There was once a happy married couple with 2 beautiful kids. With the outbreak of World War 1, the husband was drafted into the army and was later pronounced dead. A week after he had died a jar was sent to the family from the army. The family believed that the parents had received the casket. The next day relatives came to mourn him and pancakes were made for everyone. Later that evening they all filled up on the pancakes and then later that night the parents arrived. When asked about the jar containing his cremated remains the family was shocked and appalled by what they had just done earlier that day. There were two roommates. One was named Ellissa and the other was named Jane. Elissa liked to constantly study while Jane preferred to party. So that night there was a party but Elissa had stayed home to study while Jane had gone out. To make it easier on Jane, Elissa left the door open so that Jane wouldn’t have to take her keys. At 3 p.m. that night Jane came into the room to get some of her things because she was going back out with some of her other friends. So she did not want to disturb the sleeping Jane therefore she kept the light off , grabbed her stuff and left. The next morning when she came back into her room she saw her roommate murdered and written on the wall was “Aren’t you glad you didn’t Turn On the Light?"
Holy shit the last one is wack. Also this is just some generic creepy-pasta or whatever ya call it.
I heard the 2nd one before and fucking shit the last one creeps the shit out of me.
Creepy shit.
I've read the 2nd one 5 times now and I still don't get it. What significance does the pancakes have with the story?
I don't really understand the second story :raise: did they do something with the jar?
Made pancakes with the ashes. Last one is pretty creepy.
[QUOTE=WPlayer;22278270]I don't really understand the second story :raise: did they do something with the jar?[/QUOTE] Yeah, me too maybe they made the children some "Daddy-Cakes"?
[QUOTE=lordilordi;22277955]There was once a happy married couple with 2 beautiful kids. With the outbreak of World War 1, the husband was drafted into the army and was later pronounced dead. A week after he had died a jar was sent to the family from the army. The family believed that the parents had received the casket. The next day relatives came to mourn him and pancakes were made for everyone. Later that evening they all filled up on the pancakes and then later that night the parents arrived. When asked about the jar containing his cremated remains the family was shocked and appalled by what they had just done earlier that day.[/QUOTE] What am I missing? Just sounds like the family was too retarded to notice the jar was filled with ashes from their husband's remains, and ate some pancakes. :v:
The obviously thought the jar contained flour. The story is pretty flawed however because they don't wonder why the hell they receive a jar of flour and they don't wonder why their pancakes contain an unusual amount of calcium.
Oh, that story needs to be a bit more specific then..
[QUOTE=Hypernova;22278248]I've read the 2nd one 5 times now and I still don't get it. What significance does the pancakes have with the story?[/QUOTE] They made the pancake batter with the husband's cremated remains.
I've seen the 3rd one a lot. There are a couple versions. Another one: A young lady is alone in her apartment. She goes to sleep with the dog on the floor beside her. In the middle of the night, she is awoken by a strange sound. She is alarmed, but reaches down to the dog who licks her hand. She is reassured and goes back to sleep. In the morning, she finds her dog hung in the shower. Where the dog slept, she picks up a note that says "Humans can lick too." [url]http://snopes.com/horrors/madmen/lighton.asp[/url] Source
Scared now.
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. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night 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 incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. 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. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk. At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
the jar had the guys ashes and they ate it in the pancakes
The pancake one hasn't been explained properly, the family used to recieve rations that contained a lot of things, including flour. When they recieved the ashes they assumed it was their rations and made food with it, the next day the real rations were delivered as well as a letter telling the family that the ashes had been shipped to their house. Thus they realised that they ate daddy.
none are plausible
[QUOTE=lazyguy;22278871]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. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night 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 incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. 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. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk. At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."[/QUOTE] Holy fuck. That one chilled me out :ohdear: [editline]03:30PM[/editline] [QUOTE=abcpea;22278958]none are plausible[/QUOTE] No, but they're still spooky.
To be honest these stories sound like something you'd tell kids when sitting near a campfire.
[QUOTE=Killuah;22279072]To be honest these stories sound like something you'd tell kids when sitting near a campfire.[/QUOTE] Mabie it has something to do with the fact that i have just turned 13
I've read most of these, and I've read enough creepy pasta not to be scared They still give me some decent heebiejeebies though
[img]https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/VQg548SyZFTi_gh3v5AIihRwvHrmWuna78uMkC3qY7yKfBsFVRRB2mJFZBY9_OZaNCmc91kcbqQErNZSKEP6tOtEyw=s512[/img] Illustrations! [editline]01:49PM[/editline] Sorry it's almost unreadable, my mouse can't do text very well. Too jittery.
That's why they are so great. My mum told me few before, don't know how plausible they actually are. A group of Russian troops were sleeping in a tent in Afghanistan. The person watching them decided to go out for a shit. As he walks around the rock he was behind he sees a cobra, just standing there and not letting him move. The soldier takes a seat on the rock and waits. After a while the cobra just goes away. He comes back to tent to find everyone inside dead with their throats sliced. Apparently the cobra was trying to save him. Another one is about a black soldier who in war time had a one night stand with some girl. She had a white girl. she grew up and lived with a white man, but had a black kid. The Husband ofcourse left her thinking she cheated on him.
The 3rd is in a movie, in a somewhat different way. [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urban_Legend_%28film%29[/url]
Since when is pancake mixing powder black...?
Come on you guys act like you never seen this shit.I read these stories thousands of times.I was expecting to see some new stories.
I shall not sleep for a couple of days.
[QUOTE=theseltsamone;22279249][img]https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/VQg548SyZFTi_gh3v5AIihRwvHrmWuna78uMkC3qY7yKfBsFVRRB2mJFZBY9_OZaNCmc91kcbqQErNZSKEP6tOtEyw=s512[/img] Illustrations! [editline]01:49PM[/editline] Sorry it's almost unreadable, my mouse can't do text very well. Too jittery.[/QUOTE] What the fuck?
[QUOTE=lordilordi;22277955]There were two roommates. One was named Ellissa and the other was named Jane. Elissa liked to constantly study while Jane preferred to party. So that night there was a party but Elissa had stayed home to study while Jane had gone out. To make it easier on Jane, Elissa left the door open so that Jane wouldn’t have to take her keys. At 3 p.m. that night Jane came into the room to get some of her things because she was going back out with some of her other friends. So she did not want to disturb the sleeping Jane therefore she kept the light off , grabbed her stuff and left. The next morning when she came back into her room she saw her roommate murdered and written on the wall was “Aren’t you glad you didn’t Turn On the Light?"[/QUOTE] Pretty silly for the murderer to give away the exact time of death. He would be much more likely to get caught.
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