• Generally just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread
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Alright, I'm posting it. Sorry about the capitalization and spelling mistakes, it's not mine, but I don't have the time to go through all of it and fix them: [quote]I stepped off the bus into three fucking feet of snow. I was the only one on the bus, and the driver had laughed viciously when he slammed the door to the bus and roared off in a cloud of deisel fumes. The building I was looking at was old, white, and covered with snow. It looked vaugely familiar, and there was a path carved through the snow, which went from 3 feet where I was standing, to over my head. Holy Christ, what did I get myself into? BOOM BOOM BOOM! Three rapidfire explosions that shake the trees and cause flakes of snow to drift down from their nearly bare branches. I look around, but no sign where it came from. Sighing, I grabbed my duffle out of the snow and headed through the carved snow channel to the building. WHile I was walking there was another set of explosions. That would explain why all the snow was on the ground but the branches of the trees were bare. Inside the building wasn't much warmer, but at least Class-A's were warm. I had on my nice shiney E-2 rank, awarded for excellence during training at AIT, and was all giddy and proud of myself. It took awhile of wandering around, but I found a woman, who offered to call my unit and have them send someone down to get me. She tells them I'll be in the cantina in the building, and then shows me where it is. She comments on my wedding ring, tells me that post housing is at a premium, and the nearest town is a little over 4 miles from post. Great, I'm in Sleepy Fucking Hollow. No biggee, I joined up to avoid a nightly ass pounding in jail. Not to say I wasn't going to join anyway, it's just I ended up in the custody of the US Army a bit earlier than planned. So I'm sitting there eating nacho's and drinking soda when the guy shows up. He looks shit-ass miserable, wearing Mickey-Mouse boots, a fucking parka, and cold weather trousers. "You MOnkey?" he asks, moving over to the radiator and standing over it. "Yes. You from the unit?" "Yup. Finish your nacho's." he tells me, then goes over and orders a beer. He sits down across from me, cracks open the beer, takes a long pull off of it and then belches. "Who'd you piss off to end up here?" he asks me. "Nobody. I was actually assigned here after AIT. Everyone else going to Germany had orders for 21st Replacement, I had orders for here." I told him. "Why? What's so bad except the snow?" "Counting you, and me, the unit total now sits at 18 people." he grunts. "You had to piss off someone." "Eighteen? As in ten plus 8?" The thought boggles my mind. "YEah. The other two hundred are supposed to be along in the next few months. You think that's fucked up, wait till you see our barracks." He finishes off the beer, snags a couple of my last nachos, then stands up and buttons his parka. "Let's go, kid." I catch his rank when he grabs his cold weather cap off the table. E-4, but he looks about nine thousand years old. I silently follow him outside and into a Chevy Blazer, which he fires up, and we pull out in the streets. "It gets cold her about August, there's usually snow on the ground by late September, and it stays till about March or April, from what I've heard from guys who have been here." he tells me. "Most of the buildings were built by the Nazi's in World War II, for example, our barracks were built in the 1930's and refurbished last month. Here, let's grab your TA-50 so you have your cold weather gear, I don't want you to freeze to death in the middle of the night." I nod, follow him in, and we roust a German guy reading a porn mag to give me my equipment. He doesn't make me sign anything, doesn't even have a list, he just hands me all this shit, and waves us out the door. "Don't they keep accountability?" I ask, throwing the second dufflebag full of gear into the back of the CUC-V. "Why? Nobody gives a shit about us or this place. DoD couldn't give a shit less what we do out here. You can literally murder someone out here, and maybe, jsut maybe, Stuttgart will give a shit enough to send someone to investigate if its an officer. If it's winter, it's chalked up to cabin fever. Hell, last week the engineer company lost two guys, nobody knows where they went, but since no vehicles are missing and they left their cold weather gear behind, we figure they are dead. We'll probably find them in the summer." Oh Lord Jesus, where did I end up? We've been driving for a good 25 minutes, left post, and are on the range roads. We pass a corner that warns that in the last year 22 troops have been killed by taking the corner too fast. Given the way the CUC-V leans when we take the corner, it doesn't surprise me. Finally, we pull up to a three story white building. It's starting to get dark. Only a handful of lights are on. We go inside, and I notice that it's warm in there. The first time since I left Frankfurt. "Hey, Carter, this is Private Monkey, he needs a room and some linen." the guy says, and the Specialist behind the desk opens a box on the wall, pulls out a key, while the PFC opens a closet and grabs a sheet set, two wool blankets, and a pillow. They hand it all to me, then go back to watching some fucking show on the little TV. My guide walks me upstairs, and down to the second half of the building, through the double doors. He stops to look around and shivers. "There is only you in the whole section. Some of us sleep in the day room for comfort." he tells me, pointing at my door. "Why?" I ask, unlocking it and pushing it open. It smells of paint and sawdust, and something else. Something that gives me goose bumps. "You'll see." He digs in his parka and pulls out a bottle of tequila and hands it to me. "Stay warm, kid. WHen you wake up, go ahead and come down to the day room. I think we got an officer today, but right now, we don't have formation or anything like that." I nodd dumbly, completely confused. This is the Army? This is Regular Army? THIS is Active Duty? What. The. Fuck? The door slams, and suddenly it feels like the room has gone shadowed despite the fact that light was on. OK, shower/bathroom to my left, lockers to my right. Short "hallway" exactly as long as the embedded wall lockers were long. Fairly large room, with a radiator, refrigerator, two desks, two dressers, and 2 sets of bunk beds. I walked over, turned on the radiator, and listened to the clanking and thumping and other noises that radiators made. Looking out the window, I can see fencing with rolls of razor wire on top and guard towers. Empty. NOthing in the huge lot, no movement in the towers. Turning away from the window, I draw the curtains to help the room warm, and begin putting my stuff away. Everyone else in my AIT was sent to places like Umatilla, Black Briar Creek, Red Stone Arsenal, Johnston Atoll. I was sent to a fucking place that doesn't even have a goddamn name that wasn't even up to full strength. I began to suspect that the (ReA) after the unit name meant "ReActivated" since we may or may not have an officer. I jerked off in the shower thinking of my wife, and went to bed. It was cold, but I was used to that from Juvie. I woke up shivering, cold as shit under my blankets. There was someone in my room, I could feel their presence. I didn't move, didn't open my eyes, trying to focus on the person. I'd learned the trick in Juvie. I kept my breathing the same, but the air was ice cold and made me cough and sit up. My room was pitch black, and freezing cold. I swung off the top bunk, and when my feets hit the floor, the floor actually had fucking ICE on it. What the fuck? I stumbled over, still positive someone was in the room with me, and fumbled for the light switch. I wasn't anyone's punk, if there was someone in her with a hard dick in their hand, I was going to bust open their skull. My room was empty, but there was frost above where my head had been, and there was frost on the floor. I could still feel someone watching me, and whoever it was fucking hated me. Cold, and completely un-nerved, I gathered up my blankets and grabbed my key, and left my room. The hallway was dark and cold, and I was in my socks and wollen long johns. My breath plumed out in front of me in the light of the few lights that were on, and I walked the length of the hallway, pushing through the double doors, and eventually went down the stairs. Not all the way down, there was another landing below, but a hand painted sign said: "DAY ROOM/CQ AREA" on the second floor landing. I pushed through the door, and found myself in the same room I'd originally entered the building through. The Specialist was leaned back in a chair, dozing, and the PFC was reading a book. I could hear snoring from another room, and dragging my blanket, I went in there. There was 15 people in the room, all of them huddled up in chairs, their blankets wrapped around them. I dropped my shit in an empty chair, and went back into the CQ area. "Hey, why's it so cold?" I asked the PFC. He looked up and then looked around. "The furnace went out." "Why the fuck did the furnace go out?" "Nobody's loaded coal in it since earlier today." "WHy the fuck not?" I asked. He smiled, like he knew a secret. He reached up and grabbed a key, and came up to the desk. Taking a piece of paper, he sketched what I figured was a map to building. "OK, we're right here. Go down that hall, through the double doors, go through the first door on your left, go down the stairs and exit the stairwell. There will be two doors on your left, mailboxes and a single door on your right. Go through the first door on your left, use that key, go all the way to the back of that room, and you'll find the furnace and a mound of coal with a shovel in it. Open the furnace, load up the coal, and use the can of gasoline to wet down the coal and light it up. Then come back." He pointed everything out on my map, and I suddenly realized he was talking a coal furnace. What the fuck? I'm familiar with them, the house my father owned on the West Coast had a coal furnace. I nodded, he handed me a key and a flashlight, then went back to his book. Grumbling, I went back upstairs to my room, dressed, grabbed gloves, and went back down to the CQ area. I didn't say anything, but I was positive that there was still someone in my room. The hair on the back of my neck wouldn't stay down. So, I followed his directions to the bottom floor. I noticed one thing he'd forgotten to tell me. There was a door that would lead outside, but it was locked and chained shut, and the chain was fairly new. Curious, I unlocked the door, and swung it open. HOLY SHIT! A bare dirt floor and an unfinished cieling stretched out into the darkness. I could smell interesting smells, and could hear a heavy, labored breathing noise in the darkness. The goosebumps and heebie jeebies that had faded while I'd walked through the building came back in force. I was glad I was fully dressed. I stepped into the room, onto the dirt floor, and walked into the darkness. I passed the source of the heavy breathing, and turned to look for it. An old electric water heater sat there, massive and ominous in the puddle of illumination from the flashlight. I could see where pipe fittings were leaking steam, making the wheezing, heavy sound of breathing. The air wasn't warm or moist, it was still cold, and I could see the glitter of frost on the walls around the loose pipe joints. I wasn't in the Army. There was no way this could be the 80's Army. Somehow, I'd ended up in the 1950's. I heard a skittering behind me, and whirled around, flashlight held close, and a pair of beady eyes glared at me from the darkness. I felt the cold shiver run down my back, and realized that I didn't belong down here. That something down here didn't like us. Didn't want us in the building. It or They wanted us gone, wanted us to leave. Or wanted us to die. The eyes suddenly moved forward, revealing itself to be a huge rat, easily as long as my forearm with it's long tail. It rushed me, mouth open and eyes bright. "FUCK YOU!" I yelled, took a step forward, and kicked that big ugly motherfucker back into the darkness. I made a crunching sound and aborted shriek. I backed up, slowly, not fully in possession of my faculties, not even aware I was backing away from the door I so wanted to escape out of. When my back hit the far wall, and the shovel against the wall fell on the dirt, I screamed. I'd discovered in Basic Training and AIT that my voice carried. This time, however, a yell that could have been heard across an FTX firefight just fell flat, without even an echo. I was nearly bald, but my hair was standing straight up. I could hear crunching sounds out in the darkness, and my fertile imagination conjured up ghouls pushing up from the dirt, gnawing on bones of past interlopers. Spinning around, I saw an honest to god kerosene lamp. My hands shaking, I clipped the flashlight to my chest pocket and fumbled through lighting the lantern. I had my back to that cavernous room, and I was nearly sobbing with the knowledge that things we closing in on me. Things that wanted sweet, warm, flesh to gnaw. The lantern provided a dim bubble of warm light, and I could see the glint of metal off to my right. Sure as shit, it was furnace. That did nothing to ease my feelings though. The furnace was BIG, it was BLACK, and an old Nazi insignia was visible above the furnace door. The sight of it made my blood run cold. My imagination supplied screams coming from the furnace as I stared at it. It wasn't a furnace, it was huge, black beast, lying dormant, that demanded living sacrifices to be fed into its maw. "Fuck that. It's a goddamn furnace, this is a fucking basement, and this place is a shit hole." I growled up, feeling anger well up to replace my fear. I was goddamn soldier, a killer Uncle Sam had ordered forged in order to kill motherfuckers. I wasn't going to be afraid of a fucking furnace, an ugly dead rat, and some goddamn darkness. I pulled open the door to the furnace, located the coal pile, and began shovelling coal into the furnance, just like that fuckhead PFC who'd sent me down her for a laugh at my expense, had told me to do. I poured gasoline on the coal, and lit it up, then located the feed chute and loaded it. It came as no suprise that the feed-chute was full of cobwebs. These guys had been just shoveling coal onto the grate and lighting it up. As a final "fuck you" I took the shovel and knocked the Nazi emblem off the fucking furnance. Fuck those dead motherfuckers. Holding the lantern, I walked the length of the basement, ignoring the little noises. That breathing? The hot water heater. That gnawing noise? Mr. Ugly Rats relatives feasting on his corpse. Those footsteps behind me? Echoes. Wait. What? I stopped suddenly, and heard the footsteps continue on for another step or two. I will not look behind me. I will not run. Monsters are not real. I will not run. I will not look behind me. Monsters are no FUCK IT! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE! I hit the door, kicked it open like it was a movie, and slammed out into the hallway. I pushed the door shut and held it, shaking and sweating. As I was locking it, I heard a tapping noise, but refused to open it. "Cocksuckers. Hope they like it in there." I growled. I blew out the lantern and set it by the door, then retraced my steps back to the CQ area. I glanced in, but counted fifteen people, still sleeping. The Specialist was there, still dozing, but the PFC was missing. Good, fucker won't freeze to death, but let him stay down there till morning, the fucking prick. "Dude, you're back!" I heard from behind me. I jumped, and spun around. The bathroom door was closing, and the PFC stood in front of me. "Damn, you were gone almost an hour. I was starting to think we'd have to mount a rescue mission for you. DId you go in?" "Yeah. I reloaded the coal, the radiators should start heating up any time." It was starting to dawn on me. Nobody had been playing jokes, nobody had been fucking with me. "Nice work, Private. In the last two months, nobody has managed to do it, and most of us won't even go in there." the PFC told me. I nodded dumbly. "So it wasn't my imagination?" I asked. "No." he told me, then leaned in close. "These barracks, fuck, this whole post, is haunted." I felt a chill run up my back. Welcome to Germany, PV2 Monkey. You ain't seen nothing yet. "GET THE FUCK UP! ALL OF YOU! ON YOUR FUCKING FEET! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING STILL SLEEPING? WHY AREN'T YOU IN YOUR ROOMS!" The screaming woke me up. My neck hurt from sleeping in the chair, and I was still jet-lagged. I'd been dreaming of being trapped in a large dark space with something breathing heavily behind me no matter which way I turned. I was glad I was woken, but the big mouthed fucker yelling was going to get a beat-down. While all of that was shambling through my exhausted mind, I'd already lept to my feet and to attention. My bleary vision settled on a man in BDU's, with the gold bar of an LT on his lapel. He was pissed, kicking chairs and rousing everyone. I'd fallen asleep in my uniform, still coated in coal dust, and my boots dusty from the dirt floor and gritty from the coal dust. My eyes were gritty and I was bone deep tired. "THIS IS THE GODDAMN US ARMY, NOT A FUCKING DAY CARE! NOW GET UP!" He managed to yell and bully us into a formation four wide and four deep. Glaring, he stood in front of us at parade rest. "You guys are the sorriest looking fuckers I've ever seen. Whose the ranking NCO?" we all looked around. "I am, sir." A guy with grey hair said, stepping forward. Oh God, all he had on his collar was Corporal. Everyone around me was specialists, PFC's, and me. "Whose the officer in charge of this cluster fuck of morons?" he asked. "You are, sir." the corporal said. I repressed a grin at his expression. "You, Private Monkey, go wake everyone else up. I want a formation outside in twenty minutes." I noticed his uniform was pressed and starched, and his boots reflected his uniform. "Sir, this is everyone else." The corporal said, grabbing my arm before I could take a step. "This is the entire unit. We sleep in here for warmth." The LT looked like he was about to explode. He turned and stomped off, and we all looked at each other. Everyone introduced themselves to me. Out of everyone there, I was the only person who hadn't been sent here from another unit, who hadn't been busted at least once, and hadn't served at least 2 years in the military. The only explanation we could figure out for me being sent there was the fact I had been transported to Basic Training in handcuffs. We all seperated and returned to our rooms to get changed and dressed. I took a shower, the water was hot and warm, and the soap washed away the lingering feelings from the night before. I took about my iron and ironed my uniform on the desk, putting a damp towel between the desk top and my uniform, so that it came out looking good. A quick bit of work, and my extra pair of boots were shined and ready. I shaved quickly, and headed back down to the dayroom. Everyone was standing there in uniform, and the LT looked pissed. He was turning away from the bank of about a dozen phones on the CQ barrier. "Why do those clocks have different times?" He sneered. "The first is local time, the second is Zulu, the third is synched with the Pentagon, and the last is synched with NORAD, sir." A woman answered. She was E-3, and had a leg brace on. I noticed her titties filled her BDU blouse. "Who ordered that bullshit?" The LT snarled. "Sir, that was in the orders packet that we opened upon arriving here." The female, Stokes, answered. "WHAT OPERATIONS PACKET?!?" he screamed. Great, this ass-monkey thought screaming meant good leadership. "Carter, grab the Op-Orders!" A guy, Mann, yelled. The CQ came into the room, holding a thick manila envelope. "Why wasn't I handed this already?" The LT asked. I could tell this guy was going to be a problem. "You didn't check in last night, LT, and had not asked for it this morning." Carter answered. The LT tore the envelope out of Carter's hand and walked out, pulling a ring of keys from his pocket. "Shit, this guy's going to be a problem." Mann grumbled. He pulled a pack of Camels out of his pocket and lit one. I went and bought a soda. I was down to less than $5 in my wallet, and I doubted that the vending machines would honor traveller's checks. I came back to everyone trying to figure out what kind of asshole this LT was going to be. The door blew open, cold air rolling over all of us. Standing in the doorway was a guy wearing Mickey-Mouse boots, arctic firing mittens, a cold weather mask, a cold weather cap, a pair of cold weather trousers, and a parka with the full lined hood pulled over his head. He had a box, sealed with apair of metal bands, in his hands. He set the box on the table, and pulled off his mask. "Fifth Corps sent these here. This is 2/19th Special Weapons, right?" he asked. "Whose fucking asking?" The PFC behind the desk snarled. The guy laughed. "Good answer. Good OPSEC. Wanna sign for these?" "Mason, go find the LT!" The PFC yelled. A guy with no rank on his collar, but the darker squares of sew-on rank on his bare collar showing he had once been higher ranking, nodded and went into the stairwell. "Damn, you guys are out in the middle of fucking nowhere." the guy bitched. He bummed a smoke off of Mann. "The goddamn main post doesn't even know where the fuck you guys are, and all the maps say is 'restricted area' for this area. Goddamn Cold War bullshit." (I'd become very familiar with that phrase over the years.) "Why wasn't I notified you were on your way, soldier?" The LT yelled as he came out of the stairwell. The guy's face went from easy going bitching to hard as the goddamn ice that coated the windows. "Well, why wasn't I notified, and you better answer, I'm an officer." (I've never forgotten that phrase) The guy turned around and pulled back the hood of the parka. On his cap sat a single gold oakleaf. "So am I. And I don't answer to you, Leiutenant." He looked positively pissed, and the LT went white. "Sign for this shit so I can get off this goddamn rock and back to some semblance of civilization." The LT stammered through apologies and fawningly signed the clipboard. The Major kicked the box across the floor, and left through the two sets of double doors. It was then that the arrangement made sense. 2 sets of double doors acted as an airlock, keeping out the worst of the cold. It was also snowing outside. "Don't just stand there! Someone carry this down to my office!" the LT screamed at us. I shrugged, grabbed the box, and hefted it. It was pretty heavy, but I've always been stronger than my size made someone believe. I followed the LT downstairs, and for some unknown reason I was suddenly afraid that the room beyond the stairwell door would be bare dirt. I breathed a sigh of relief when lightbulb lit tile and cinderblock came into view. There was one door on my left, mailboxes on my right, a counter with a gap in it, and a chained shut door that the window was stark white. So were the full flown windows to the right. That meant that the snow was over the doorway. Holy fuck. We went past a door behind the mailboxes, and to three doors. One recently painted "1SG" the other painted "XO" and the one the LT led me through was "CO". Inside the lights were on, and the desk was piled with what I assumed was the contents of the manila envelope. "Set it there, private, then go stand at parade rest over there in case I need you." he said, going over and sitting behind the desk. I let my mind drift as I stood there while he first popped the banding off and then began going through the stacks of papers. I saw him pull out maps, typewritten orders, and more packets. He was grunting at various things, but I tuned him out. My legs started to hurt, and my knees were aching. THe LT left and came back with a sandwich. Fucker didn't offer me shit, I just stood there, until finally he looked up. "Go get everyone else, tell them to form up out front of the building." Out front? In the snow? Was he fucking high? I snapped to attention, pulled a left face, and got the fuck out of there. Everyone was sitting in the day room smoking cigarettes and drinking soda. Stokes had opened up her leg brace and was rubbing her knee and sighing. "LT Greer wants us to form up outside." I said. "Oh you have to be fucking kidding!" Another private, Cobb, snarled. I turned around and looked outside. It was bare white and you couldn't even see the steps off of the porch. "That's what he said." I answered. "He said to form up in the lot across the street." Grumbling, we went to our rooms and put on our cold weather gear. When I returned to the CQ area, everyone else but Stokes was already there. Private Cobb had a coil of 550 cord in his hands. "All right, we'll all take a cut of that one," he said, pointing at the other coil of 550 cord, "Tie it to your parka belt, then loop it over this one. I checked, you can't see farther than a foot or two out there. Stokes will hold the barracks end, I'll be on the far end. As soon as the LT comes out there, we should be able to go in." I just nodded dumbly. These guys and girls all knew better than me. I followed instructions, and was the fifth out the door. Cobb hadn't been kidding. I damn near fell down the steps, and couldn't see my hand if I stretched it out in front of my face. It was only 1600, and it was nearly dark, with the wind howling around us. I must have died on the bus and now I'm in Hell. I felt the person behind me grab onto my back, and I reached back and grabbed his hand. We'd hold four people to a line, and hopefully get four lines. I bumped into the guy in front of me, and I stepped up next to him, my shoulder against his. Closer than any other formation I'd ever been in. "TEN MINUTES!" the guy next me yelled. "OK!" I yelled back, then turned to my right. "TEN MINUTES!" "Roger!" the other guy yelled back. He was still holding my hand tightly. I reached out and grabbed the guy on my left's hand, and he squeezed. It was freezing fucking cold, the wind was prying through the holes in the cold weather mask, and my ears and the tip of my nose were starting to hurt. "FIVE MINUTES!" was yelled to me, and I yelled it down the line. Where the fuck was LT? What kind of mad-man was he to send us out in this shit? If weren't tied together, we'd be spread all over and lost in the white-out. Fuck, if we weren't holding hands, we'd be all alone in the whiteness. "FUCK THIS! EVERYONE BACK IN!" the guy on my left yelled. I passed it up, and soon I felt the guy on my right pulling me forward. I stumbled on the steps, and we went inside. We were covered with snow, and we all had ice on cold weather masks. "Where's the LT?" Cobb asked. "RIGHT HERE! WHY AREN"T YOU FUCKERS IN FORMATION? ARE YOU AFRAID OF SOME SNOW?" came the screaming from the stairwell. "Sir, look outside. For the love of God, that's a blizzard!" Said another guy. I couldn't see his name. "Did your recruiter promise you that you only had to work in the summer? GET YOUR ASSES OUTSIDE, GODDAMMIT!" he yelled. "AND WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ROPE SHIT?" "Blizzard security measures, to make sure nobody gets lost." Cobb said. "That's an old wives tale. You losers better be outside in five minutes, if I have to come out and get you, there will be hell to pay!" the LT screamed, throwing open the doors and pushing his way outside. Cobb lit up a cigarette, and offered me one. I took it, even though I didn't smoke, and looked around. "Tell me he didn't just go outside without a teather." Stokes said, shaking her head. "Aren't we going to formation?" I asked, looking around. Everyone was taking off their cold weather gear and rolling it up so they could sit on the floor on it. "Don't worry, Private Monkey." After about a half hour, people began wandering off, talking and chatting. Stokes was holding hands with Cobb, and they walked down the hallway together. I walked over to Mann. "What happens now, Mann?" I asked, pointing at the door. "Don't we try to rescue him?" "In a November blizzard? At night? Look, Private Monkey, he went out there in a field jacket and winter BDU's, no protective gear." Mann told me. "He's already dead, isn't he?" I asked. "Yup." Mann said, moving around behind the desk. "You've got CQ tonight, tomorrow morning, we'll call Fifth Corps and let them know they lost an officer." I stared at the doorway. I later found out that none of that snow stayed on the ground, the winds whipped it around and later dumped it further down the mountain. We were too high up for too much to stay. We found the officer that summer. Everyone was asleep in the day room. Mann had given up trying to get TV reception through the snow and was reading a porn mag. We were passing a bottle of whiskey back and forth and sipping off it now and then. There would be an eerie moaning down the hallways and behind the stairwell doors. The front outer doors would shake now and then, and my imagination always painted the LT, his skin white and waxy, pawing at the door with frozen hands. It had been over six hours since he had left. The fact he hadn't returned didn't seem to bother anyone, and I'd be goddamned if I was going to show that it bothered me. I jumped at a loud howling noise echoing down the hallway. "Relax, Monkey, it's just the wind." Mann said, closing the porn mag and setting it on the counter. "Why didn't we call in a search and rescue?" I asked, pointing at the large bank of phones. There were over 12 of them, all them plugged in with big old-style sockets. "Only one of those works, and that's to an office at Corps. Right now, nobody is there because we aren't operational." Mann told me. Another moan drifted down the hallway and I shivered. Down the hallway, the lights flickered, and some stayed off. Mann looked down the hallway: "I hate this fucking place." he grumbled. "We'll call Fifth Corps tomorrow and let them know we're down an LT." he saw me shiver again as a full blown shriek roared down the stairwell. "Look, just follow Cobb's advice, Private Monkey, he used to be an actic environment trainer before he got busted for selling crack." I nodded. Mann went back to reading his porn mag, and I began going through the drawers looking for something to read. I found the CQ logbook, and began reading it. There was only 2 months worth the enteries there. Apparerntly Cobb had been here, by himself, with just the construction workers coming in during the day, for nearly a month. The log held records of screaming, and a few times of hearing sobbing coming from the third floor bathroom. About a week into it, Cobb had stopped walking a patrol of the upper floors. The Eighteen of us had only arrived in the last month. I was the first new person besides the LT to arrive in a week. They'd logged when I'd arrived, that I'd recieved my initial TA-50 issue, and had recieved linen and been placed in my room. Mann had logged that the LT had gone outside, without protective gear, into a blizzard despite being warned, and had not returned after one hour and was presumed dead. He wasn't the only one. Apparently an E-5 had gotten drunk and had gone outside, and had not returned. He too was presumed dead. *BANG BANG BANG* The noise came from upstairs, right above us. I jumped, and Mann jumped too. I didn't feel so bad. "What the fuck was that?" I asked. "We don't know." Mann admitted. "It happens now and then. Fuck, I hope your not a chickenshit, Monkey." Mann unlocked a desk drawer and pulled out two M1911A1 Colt .45's in holsters. "Put this on, son." Mann told me. Man looked to be in his mid-30's, and I responded by nodding and copying the way he belted it on. "Why are we..." Mann shushed me. I opened my mouth to ask why, and a loud shriek came boiling down the stairwell and out of the vents. Following it was a sound like a woman sobbing loudly. The hair on my neck stood up. Mann handed me a flashlight, and I saw the day to the day room shut, and heard the click of the lock. My whole body was covered by goosebumps, hell, I had goosebumps on my balls, and my asshole felt like it was puckered shut. The sobbing sound was overlaid with shrieks. *BANG BANG BANG* Mann was grinning, but it was sickly looking. His face was pale. "It's one of those nights." He said. I pretended not to notice the tremor in his voice. I heard what sounded like doors opening and slamming from upstairs, and another shriek came ripping down the hallway. Then, like it was a fucking movie or something, the lights shut out one after another, marching down the hallway toward us, and then the lights in the CQ area cut out. I could hear footsteps above us, and suddenly the emergency lighting kicked in. Red light spilled out from above me, painting me and Mann like brutalized corpses. "Thank God." Mann breathed. I looked at him. "Last time they didn't cut on. Want to see something trippy?" Our breath was visible in the red light. I nodded, and he turned on a flashlight and stood up. "Check it out, fully charged, right?" I nodded. I'd seen him open the package of OD green batteries and put them in less than twenty minutes ago. He got up, walked around the counter, and opened the doors to the hallway. COld wind slapped me in the face, somewhere the wind was getting into the building unhindered. Mann slid the flashlight down the hallway, the spinning beam looking surreal. He let go of the doors and ran back to me. "Watch the light." he told me. I nodded silently, my mouth dry. Above us, it sounded like someone was stomping around in boots. There was another shriek, this one through the floor vents. The light stayed nice, bright, and white, and I was just about to ask why we were watching a flashlight beam when it happened. THe beam dimmed, then came back, then it flickered, then it came back. Suddenly it dropped to extremely dim, stayed that way for moment, then went out. It flickered back on, then slowly dimmed away. "Trippy, ain't it?" Mann asked me. "That's why Cobb quit doing the rounds, and why we don't do them either. You never know when it's going to happen." His face was painted surreal by the red emergency lights. We sat there in silence, looking at each other once in awhile when a shriek was particularly loud. When banging sounded from the door behind us, from the tiny office behind the CQ area, we both jumped. "FUCK THIS!" I yelled, standing up. My nerves were strethced too tight. I wasn't going to just sit here. There was NO FUCKING SUCH THINGS AS GHOSTS! This was someone fucking with us or an effect of the blizzard top outside. I walked over to the door and snatched it open, telling myself that a window must have blown open. The musty air was pushed back by another shrieking breeze, and in the red light I saw that the only things in there was cot, a sleeping bag, a desk, and a chair. No windows. No vents. "Cobb spent the last week he was here alone in there with these pistols at night. You watch, he's a little twitchy nowdays." Mann said, standing up behind me. I slammed the door and turned back to Mann. "Look, this is bullshit. There's someone in here fucking with us." "Who? Who the fuck is out here to fuck with us? There's not another fucking unit out here within five fucking miles! They're on the other side of the fucking mountain! We're above the goddamn ski resort for Christ's Sake!" Mann looked pissed, but I didn't care. THis was bullshit. This was a US Army barracks, for fucks sake, nobody believed in ghosts. "Give me the fucking keys, I'm going upstairs." I told him. I grabbed another flashlight and put new batteries in it, then shoved the rest of the batteries from the package in my pocket. "You realize, we won't be able to hear you scream above the "wind"." he told me, placing a strange emphasis on wind. I nodded and took two steps before Mann grabbed my arm. "Look, kid, I realize you're all bad ass hell from AIT and Basic, but listen to me." he sounded urgent, and I stopped. "Look, there are some posts in the US that are haunted. I'm not making this up, kid. Madigan Army Hospital at Fort Lewis is haunted, the parade ground at Fort Riley Kansas is haunted, Darmstadt is haunted, the whole fucking post. Don't go fucking around in here." I could see the earnestness in his voice, and reminded myself that he had been in the Army for 8 years before getting busted to his current rank. He'd been a Drill Instructor at Red Stone, training ChemCorps troops, and got caught fucking one of the students. I sat down, then nearly jumped out of my seat at what sounded like cackling laughter coming from down the hallway. "Just the wind, kid." Mann told me. He didn't sound convinced, but I decided it was better to just stay here with him. The night passed, but only an hour or so was filled with strange noises. The lights came back on at 3AM, and the wind died down. I was glad I'd refilled the coal chute on the furnace before dinner. We ate MRE's for breakfast, and Stokes and Cobb took the only vehicle we had to the chow hall on main post and got us some food. According to Mann, out in the snow, was a building that would be our mess hall. The cooks were all due sometimes. We called in what happened to the LT, and the guy on the other side of the line didn't sound surprised, or even worried. Just asked if we had any other casualties to report. I went to bed. The chair was uncomfortable, but the sounds of the rest of the company were comforting. ------------------- I slept till around noon, and woke up to someone stamping their feet. Bleary eyed I got up and walked out the day room doors and into the CQ area. Carter was taking off his parka, and there were two other people there. A Captain and a Sergeant First Class. "Jesus Christ, we got fucking dicked." The SFC bitched. When he took off the parka, I read the name "Vickers" on his chest. He had jump wings, air assault wings, and a pathfinder badge. "Who are you?" the Captain asked me. "Private Monkey, sir." I told him. "Jesus, Vickers, he's just out of boot." the Captian grinned. When he pulled off his parka I saw his name Bishop. "Well, Private Monkey, go get everyone. We had the mess hall load us up with a couple of mermites so you guys can have hot chow tonight and for breakfast." "Yes, sir." I said. I went to the desk, and wrote down what rooms had people in them. Eighteen, out of over eighty rooms. Jesus. I gathered everyone up, and there were questions about the new CO or XO, and the new NCO. We gathered for dinner, and ate chatting about what a shit hole we were stuck in. The far end of the hallway suddenly went dark and the Captian looked at us. "It's eighteen hundred hours." Cobb said. THe Captian raised one eyebrow, but let it lie. About ten minutes later the lights flickered back on. "Every night, sir." Cobb said. A shriek flowed down the stairwell, and Captain Bishop and SFC Vickers exchanged a glance. "Let me guess, just the wind?" Captain Bishop asked. Cobb nodded, and the CPT and the SFC exchanged glances. "The Army actually expects you to stay here?" Captain Bishop said. "This is outfuckingrageous! In twelve years in the military I've never seen any shit like that." The boots crashed upstairs. Wind my ass, there were dead Nazi's up there, I knew it. SFC VIckers looked up. "How bad does it get, soldiers?" SFC Vickers asked as another scream ripped down the hallway. I noticed Cobb was scootched up into the corner, he was eating without looking at his plate. I'd seen that in Juvie a lot. "Pretty bad, Sergeant. We've pretty much abandoned our rooms, and at night, we all stay down here." Stokes told him. "You haven't heard the worst of it. Last week was really bad." "How bad, soldier?" Captain Bishop asked. He sounded genuine, not faking. "Voices, sir. We could hear voices." Stokes was staring at her plate. "What kind of voices?" Captain Bishop asked softly. Upstairs, the stomping sounded again. "German voices, sir. And laughing." Stokes said. I looked around, and saw everyone else nodding. "We all stay in here, tommorrow, we'll search this fucking building." Vickers said. A sobbing scream echoed out of the vents. "Try to get some sleep, troops. God, this is just fucked up." Captian Bishop said. He saw that Carter and Mann had the .45's again, and raised an eyebrow. "Here, sir." Mann said, handing Captain Bishop the pistol. "Shouldn't these be in the arms room?" Bishop asked. "We don't have the keys. Cobb found these in one of the offices upstairs." Mann answered, and Cobb nodded. A slow, mournful wail floated down the vents and the hallway, heralding a cold breeze that turned the room freezing. Our breaths plumed out. The lights shut out, about eleven, and I woke to Sergeant Vickers and Captain Bishop swearing. I tossed in my chair and went back to sleep. We had command, finally. Things would be OK. (OK, I'm heading out. I'll probably add to this. The most fucked up week of my life) ---------EDIT-------------- You know the best part of all of this? Not one of you is gonna believe me. NOt about what's already written, not about the rest. Hell, when I was stationed at other posts, NOBODY fucking believed the shit we saw during the months leading up to getting the unit operational. The fucked up shit, all the shit we saw, and what the Army did about it, nobody's going to believe. Tomorrow, I'll post what happened the next day, what we found out about the building, and what happened to Cobb. WHere was I? Oh yeah, the third night I'd spent there. I woke up early, it was around 0430 and cold as shit in the room. I got up, stretched, and pulled on my boots and BDU top. Curious, I took my lighter and light it, then ran it around the edges of the windows. Nothing, the flame didn't even flicker. It didn't flicker near the vents either. There wasn't any air coming in the room through the vents or the windows. Dammit. Wait. What? Aw fuck, the furnace was out again. No. Hell no. I'm not going back in that room, ever. Not even with a gun. Not even with a rocket launcher. NOt even with tank. Coward bubbled up from my mind. Against a man? No. Against a beast? No. Against a water heater that breathed and a furnace that was probably used to burn people alive? Fuck. Yes. It's not like I'm the only one scared, these guys and girls were all people who been in for years, and they abandoned their rooms because of this shit. No. I refuse to be afraid. There's no such thing as the fucking boogey man and no such thing as ghosts. It's the 19 fucking 80's, nobody is afraid of ghosts anymore. I slipped out of the dayroom and into the CQ area. Carter was leaned back in the chair, fucking with the rabbit ears on top of the little television trying to get Sesame Street to come in clearer. Another guy that I'd seen around but not really interacted with was reading a book. I waved to both and headed for my room. The hallway lights were on, but it still felt... dim. I unlocked my room, retrieved another uniform and some underwear, grabbed a towel, and took a shower and shaved. I felt better in a clean uniform. I gathered up my laundry bag and headed for the laundry room. I'd memorized the barracks map that was in log book when I had assistant CQ. I tossed in my dirty laundry into the washer and added some Tide, then headed out to the CQ area. "Sleep good, Private Monkey?" Carter asked, stretching and yawning. "Yup, sure did, Specialist." A moan drifted down the stairwell. "Good morning, soldiers." It was Captian Bishop, and he sounded waaay to cheery for a man who had just spent the night in this hell hole. I could hear Sergeant Vickers waking people up in the day room. Bishop walked up to the CQ area, and rested his elbow on the counter. "We're going to search the barracks today. There is 20 of us, we'll break into teams of four. I want every locker, every room, ever closet, every bathroom checked. If the door doesn't open with the keys we have, kick the goddamn thing in." Captain Bishop said. I could hear Stokes lurching into the CQ area. Her knee didn't work worth a shit. "What about the arms room and the NBC area? We don't have keys for the locks, and they're pretty serious locks." Carter asked, bringing a ring of keys out of the desk door. "We have 6 master keys, and four keys for each room, unless someone is staying in the room, then we only have 2 or 3 keys." "We'll figure that out after lunch. We'll have breakfast, I'll assign teams, and we'll knock this out by lunch." Captian Bishop looked totally in control. "We'll go onto main post for lunch." I nodded, and waited while everyone came out into the CQ Area. The whole unit, all 20 of us, was smaller than my AIT class. I was getting familiar with everyone. Cobb looked like he hadn't slept in a month, and I hoped someone had let Sergeant Vickers and Captian Cobb that he had been stuck here, by himself, for a month. I was assigned with Mann, a woman named Stevens, and a black guy named Smith. We drew lots, and ended up with the far side basement. The water heater/furnace room, the war-stock storage, the tool room, a mailroom, a set of offices. I didn't say a word, but I could tell my companions weren't too thrilled about the area we drew. I swore I heard a chuckling noise float up through the vents. We walked silently down the hallway, past the double doors, and then into the stairwell. When we opened it, freezing air poured over us, and I took my gloves out of my thigh pocket and pulled them on. "Shit, I should have thought of that." Stevens said. "Damn, Monkey here is the only one of us with a field jacket too." "Shut up, let's knock this shit out and get out of here." Mann said, and we headed down the stairs. When we pushed the door open, the small hallway at the bottom of the stairs was pitch black. CHrist, this was turning out run already. "This room first." Mann said, unlocking and pushing open the doorway to that huge dirt floored room. I felt fingers tickle up my spine as I looked at the dark maw of the doorway. Was it just my imagination, or did our little hallway get darker somehow? Fuck this. I'm a US Army soldier. There's no such thing as ghosts, there aren't any dead Nazi's stalking around these barracks. I pushed past Mann, snapped on my flahslight and dropped it into the pocket of my field jacket. THe others followed me. "OK, spread out to double arm intervals." Mann said. I scootched my way between Mann and Stevens, that way I wouldn't be at the end, and wouldn't have to touch the walls. I was a clever monkey. "I'm not near a wall." Smith said. Mann went by me, and I heard some movement. "Shit, where is the wall?" Mann asked. I surpressed an urge to run for it. I heard Stevens breathing heavily, and squeezed her hand. She squeezed back. "OK, damn, this fucker is about 8 people wide." Mann said. I ran the numbers in my head. The room was damn near the size of the barracks, but the doorway opened up against the far side, and it was right down the stairs. The dimensions didn't fit. Mann came back and grabbed my hand, and I realized that it was because it probably went underneath the lawn. Duh. We walked forward, shining our flashlights on the ground, Smith had his pointed at the other wall. We saw several rats slither into the holes in the concrete, and the water-heater looked more sad than menacing. It must have been around 20 years old, and wasn't holding up well. We finally reached the far end. "I'm gonna reload the furnace." I told them. Mann told me to go ahead, and the three of them talked while I sweated through reloading the feeder-chute and starting a new fire. "Ready? Let's get out of this fucking room, it's creepy." Mann said. We all nodded in the light from the furnace, and then we got the fuck out of that room. In the hallway, Mann kicked the lantern I'd left there god knows how long ago, and it bounched off the wall and shattered. "Nice going, Mann." I said. "What the fuck was that?" Smith asked. "An oil lantern. I used it the other day when I refilled the fucking furnace." I replied. "No fucking way, there's nobody that would go through that fucking room by themselves." Stevens said. "At ease that shit. Let's hit the war-stocks room." The calling me out on reloading the furnace the other day stopped, and Mann unlocked the war-stocks room. "What the fuck is war-stocks?" I asked. "Well, our unit has to have up to date stocks to roll out in case the Soviets or the East Germans jump. SO it's stored in this room... What the fuck?" I looked over Mann's shoulder. Nothing. THe room just stretched out into the darkness. "This is bullshit! Cobb and I loaded this shit off of five-tons! I goddamn KNOW this fucking room was full!" Mann swore, stepping into the room. THe wind grabbed the door out of Steven's had and slammed it shut. We could hear Mann yelling and trying to open the door, and we tugged on it hard. THe handle was ice cold, and the wind was swirling around us, making an unearthly banshee wail the whole time. The wind quit, and the door flew open. Mann fell on the floor and scrabbled away from the empty gaping door. His eyes were huge, and it was probably the most frightened I'd ever seen someone. He kicked the door shut, and scrabbled to his feet. "What?" I asked. "There's someone in there." Mann said. "Bullshit." I said. I pulled the door open and stepped in. I expected it, I knew it was going to happen, but the wind shrieked and the door slammed shut behind me. The floor was concrete, and I began walking the length. FUck this, there's no such thing as ghosts, there's no such thing as monsters. I found the two huge double doors that opened onto the loading dock according to the map I'd memorized. The doors were chained shut from the inside. There were a few wooden chunks, but that was it. I ignored the breathing noise on the inside wall. That was the water heater. I ignored the low chuckling laughter, that was the furnace. I ignored the footsteps, that was echoes of my boots on the concrete. As I started walking back toward the door, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. A warm puff of cold air hit the back of my neck and bald head. I must have passed under a vent or air leak. one step. two step. phhhhhhhhhh It's just the air. one step. two step. three... phhhhhhh RUN DUMBSHIT! I hit the door with my shoulder, like I'd just plowed the Tumwater quarterback. My shoulder slammed the bar nearly flush with the door, and the door crashed open. Stevens and Smith went reeling away, and I turned around and kicked the door shit, putting my back against it and holding it. "Someone in there?" Mann asked. I straightened up and adjusted my BDU top. "No, just my imagination." I stepped over by him. Smith locked the door. "Did you find any of those pallets?" I shook my head. "The pallet jacks?" No again. "Where the fuck did it all go?" he asked. "Maybe another unit stole it? Or black marketers." I said, rubbing my hands together. Damn, they were freezing. Everyone nodded. THat's what happened. We'd tell the MP's, and CID would investigate. The MRE's, uniforms, TA-50, concentina wire, body bags, tents, and camou nets would never be found. The tool room was empty, and I stood in the hallway "warming up" while Stevens and Smith checked it. No tools, but Mann assured me that the trucks with the tools had not arrived yet. He told me that Cobb and he had spent the first 3 days moving the beds, dressers, desks, and refrigerators up into the rooms and the offices on the other side of the basement. While he talked, he opened the mailroom door, and we swept our flashlights around inside. Nothing. According to him, they'd just finished loadin the furniture into the rooms the day I arrived. "Hey, I have a question." I said. "Shoot." he answered, holding open the door while Stevens and Smith left the tool room. "Well, if the only phone that works is the one that is a locked line to Fifth Corps, how the fuck did you know to come get me?" I asked. It had been bothering me since the night before. Mann laughed, and explained. Apparently, the number they had for my unit at the reception center/rec center was the number to the Fifth Corps office, and they'd call the unit on the locked line. Duh. I should have figured that out myself. We pushed at the door to outside, but only managed to get it about two inches open. We could see packed snow around the edges, and gave up. "Where do you suppose the LT ended up?" Smith asked, as we entered the stairwell. "Fuck him, he got what was coming to him." Stevens swore. "He's probably in the back parking lot. If he went around the building, he would have got lost behind us. There isn't shit behind this building but snow, trees, and eventually the ski resort." Mann answered. We pushed into the hallway and ran into the group searching the first floor. THey hadn't seen jack, so we helped them sweep the rooms on the first floor. "Captian Bishop and Sergeant Vickers are checking the third floor." Stokes told us from the hallway while Mann and I searched another barracks room. "What the fuck are they doing up there?" Mann asked. "There isn't shit up there but empty rooms and the attic access." "They think whoever it is that's fucking with us is hiding on the third floor." Stokes answered. Mann laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked. "The box-heads who were doing the construction refused to refurbish those rooms. THey wouldn't even repaint the offices. The two of them are in for a shock." Mann told me. "Box heads?" "Germans." "What's the surprise?" I asked. Hell, asking this kept my mind from putting monsters under the beds to jump me. "The walls still have all the old Nazi paintwork. We're talking swastika's and lightning bolts and eagles." Mann replied. "It's like something out of a world war two movie." "Why is that fucking Nazi's are creepy?" Stevens asked. "I lived in the South, and we had the Civil War, but you never hear tales of dead Rebels killing people." "They weren't evil." Smith said, stepping into the hallway. "They may have been slave holders and the like, but they weren't evil like these assholes were." We stayed silent while we checked the laundry room, the broom closet, and finally ended up back in the day room. The other groups dribbled in, and finally Sergeant Vickers and Captian Bishop showed back up. Both of them looked disturbed. "Get everyone together. We're going back to main post. You guys have a hot lunch." Captian Bishop told us. Did you know, that if you really need to, you can fit 10 people in a Chevy Blazer? We pulled up to a messhall, and we all bailed out. Lunch wasn't great, but it was hot, it was fresh, and that made it good. "Hey, MOnkey, you still got that bottle I gave you?" the person I'd first met, Specialist Thompson, asked me. "Yeah. I left it in my room. I kind of forgot about it." I answered. "The CO told me to take the CUC-V to the Class VI. He pitched in, we're all going to sit in the day room and get drunk tonight. You want anything?" I dug in my wallet and pulled out a $20 traveller's check. I signed it, and handed it to him. "Grab me a bottle of Wild Turkey, use the rest to make sure everyone else has a bottle." I told him. He looked surprised. Cobb lit two cigarettes and handed me one absently. I took it, even though I didn't smoke, and leaned back in my chair to belch. Everyone laughed, and Smith cut loose with a belch louder and more abrasive than mine, which I laughed at. "Say, Monkey, have you figured out why the barracks are haunted?" Smith asked. I shook my head and coughed from a drag of the cigarette. "Well, this post wasn't even discovered till after World War TWo was over. It was found by some guys who got lost. "This is one of the SS training grounds. The welcome center is featured on a few old documentaries as having Hitler inspecting SS units in front of it. Our building, however, wasn't discovered until the early 1960's, and even then, it wasn't really examined until close to the 1970's. "Rumor control says the first guys in it vanished, and the area was listed as restricted." I nodded. I'd heard the Major bitching about the fact the area was listed as a restricted area on the map. "Here's the fucked up part, Monkey. "The place was where the SS cadre, the trainers, were barracksed. It was also there they practiced new techniques and kept their skills sharp." "Torture." I said. The heads around the table nodded. "You mean to tell me that the Army, the U Fucking S Army is making us live in a place where motherfuckers who are the standard for evil tortured people to death?" Everyone nodded, and I spent the rest of the time till Captain Bishop and SFC Vickers picked us up trying to figure out who I'd pissed off to end up there. Everyone else was talking in low tones in the CUC-V. There was 10 of us packed into it, and we were passing around a bottle of Ausbach. Three in the front, four in the middle, 3 us packed into the back on top of the toolboxes. In AIT and Basic, when we went somewhere by truck, we always talked and BS'd. This ride, all we did was pass the bottle and pass around the cigarette Cobb had lit up. SFC Vickers seemed particularly disturbed, staring out the window and taking long pulls off the bottle. The 10 of us went through 3 bottles of liquor by the time we pulled up to the barracks. I climbed out of the truck, the wind whipping at my parka, and I stared at the building. The building I had to go back into. The building that the Army expected me to live in and like it. The building where motherfuckers who came to mind when you said evil had tortured people to death, beaten people to death, practiced strangulation techniques, and planned foul deeds. It was three stories tall. A basement, and supposedly a sub-basement we hadn't checked. There was an attic, but nobody had gone in there. The roof was steeply inclined, and I understood it was because of the snow. I could see iron rings on the roof, and I asked Thompson about them. They used to tie the treetops to the rings, pulling them over the building to hide it. THe trees clustered close to the building, the snow was up to the windows, about five feet deep. While I stood there and watched, lights came on in one of the room, then shut off. The other CUC-V pulled up. Figures, I was probably the only one who saw it. We trudged into the building, not like men and women who had come home, but rather like we were walking to the firing squad. We were all overstressed. I may not have been an NCO, but I sure as shit knew when people were past their breaking point. Even I was seeing things, and probably hearing things. The CQ area was cold, and dim. It took Carter three times of flicking the switch to get the lights to come on. Captian Bishop didn't say anything, just walked into the day room cracking open a bottle of Picardi 151. We all followed, and Thompson began handing out bottles out of a rucksack. I got two bottles of Wild Turkey. It was more than I needed, shit I hadn't drunk that much since I got tossed on my head in Juvie by the cops. We all began bullshitting, and eventually ate from MRE's. We had a mermite full of food, but MRE's just felt right. Everyone talked about their fall from grace. The fact I'd arrived in handcuffs, that Thompson had been an E-6 who'd beaten up another soldier bad enough to hospitalize the guy over a woman, Cobb had been a prime suspect in a murder, and even though they'd busted him for failure to report, they'd never pinned the murder on him. Captian Bishop had beaten the fuck out of his Brigade COmmander for calling him a nigger, SFC Vickers had gotten caught fucking his superior's wife, Stokes had gotten drunk and wrecked her car and killed another soldier in a head on collision. I was the youngest there. The next one closest to me was 22. These guys and girls had joined the Army while I was still catching feels in JR High. We were all criminals. If penal units still existed, it was us. Murderers. Theives. Thugs. That was us. I passed out around 1900, and slept through the night. We didn't have fire guard, we didn't bother with CQ or ACQ or even duty driver. We all got drunk, some of us drunk enough to puke in the trash cans before going back to drinking. I woke without a hangover. I was angry when I woke. Anger I was used to, I was always angry. Todd fucking with me, the engineer of the Crazy Train fucking with me. Anger was part of my life. It was cold, and I was pissed off. I stomped over to the CQ desk and dug through the drawers till I found the map for the building. Looking at it, I located the main breaker boxes. In the furnace room. Fine, if that's how it was going to be, then that's how it would be. I refused to be intimidated by dead Nazi scumbags. I was too old to believe in ghosts or hauntings. That shit was for little kids. I was a goddamn man. I replaced the batteries in my flashlight, and headed down the hallway and to the stairwell. I paused on the mid-way landing down. The creepy feeling had washed over me, but I pushed it away and decided there was no way I was going to be scared by some fuckheads. Above me, the door to the stairwell opened. When it closed, the lights in the stairwell went out. I rolled my shoulders, a habit I'd picked up, and pushed my way through the darkness till I found the stairwell exit. Growling to myself, I pushed out and into the hallway, and found the handle of the door that led into the furnace room. It took me a minute to unlock it. There was muted impact noises from the stairwell, but I ignored them. There were 3 windows in that stairwell, and it wasn't outside the realm of possibility that one of them had air leaking and making it thump. I opened the door to the furnace room, and the lights turned on in the hallway, flooding the area with hard white light. Fuck you. I ain't afriad of you. I moved into the room, following the sketch I'd made of the map in my little green notebook. How the fuck did we miss it, it was between the water heater and the furnace? The gritty black dirt made crunching noises under my boots, and I could hear the whisper of rats in the darkness. A thread of dark thought bubbled up to the surface of my mind. If I was to trip, and get knocked out, would they come to eat me? Followed by: "How the fuck did they survive all these years out here?" I didn't want to know. I found the breaker boxes. Three huge metal boxes, with words in German written on them. I didn't read German, and I didn't care. I opened the box, and stood there staring. Fuses. Fucking fuses and each box had a large switch. The kind that you grab the wooden handle and move it up or down. I used the flashlight to look around, and found a box of fuses on top of the middle box. Looking carefully, I checked each fuse through the glass. Often having to rub the glass clean. I heard murmmuring behind me and ignored it. I heard footsteps and ignored them. I heard breathing and blew it off. I was a US Army soldier, I'll be goddamned if I was going to run away just because it was dark and creepy. Of course it was, it was a goddamn basement of a 50 year old building, of course it was creepy. I had to replace 6 fuses, and two of the bus-bars needed thrown back. It needed about a dozen more fuses, but I'd gone through the box I'd found. THe fuses had the double lightning bolts of the SS on them. Talk about a fucking ego. I closed the fuse boxes, reloaded the feeder chute on the furnace. and walked, slowly, back to the exit. Once again, I heard that weird creak. But since I was holding my balls in my hands, I di
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[QUOTE=GamerKiwi;25213268]That's what she said.[/QUOTE] [IMG]http://www.bingegamer.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/sisko-what-the-fuck.jpg[/IMG]
I had written a story before, i was heavily upset when the computer froze before i could post the reply.
[QUOTE=linksysruler;25212856]Alright, I'm posting it. Sorry about the capitalization and spelling mistakes, it's not mine, but I don't have the time to go through all of it and fix them: [quote]cool story bro[/quote][/QUOTE] Holy fucking wall of text, Batman
[QUOTE=PulpedFiction;25193986]The more real it seems, the more likely you are to drop one. Some mf the most successful creepypastas I've read are the ones that make you feel like there's a perceived threat in your immediate vicinity. That's half the reason Slendy is so effective. He turns up ot of nowhere with this fucked up motive and no real explanation for his actions. The fact that he seems to always be just out of your line of sight, hiding in the background really plays on your fears. There was one time in the EverymanHybrid videos where Slendy just stands at a window, right in plain sight for about 10 seconds while the guys are just talking. It really creeped me the hell out that they never noticed him and yet he was right there.[/QUOTE] I swear I fucking see him sometimes
[QUOTE=BurningPride;25214753]I swear I fucking see him sometimes[/QUOTE] Oh god, don't get me started on the nightmares. Fucker's in my sleep too, and it's been a year.
I wrote a Pokemon one. Its not on the Level of the Pokemon Black and the Silver ones, but im happy with it. [QUOTE]I had eagerly anticipated Pokemon Gold since it was first announced. I was a child, and i had extremely satisfied with Red and Blue, and the next installments sounded great. Imagine my sadness when we were out of town on the release day, and when we returned they were sold out. I had to live with my friends enjoying the game without me until about a week after the release date. My dad came home from work with a massive grin on his face. Into my hands, he thrust a cartridge of Pokemon Gold someone had handed in at his works lost and found. I was ecstatic. I practically broke my gameboy trying to get the cartridge in to start playing. The Title Screen appeared, and so i started my game. Pokemon has long been remembered for glitches. Many of them were harmless, and even added words to our vocabulary, such as Missingno. The one i found was neither harmless, but it also cannot be forgotten. I chose Totodile as my starter Pokemon. I wont go into huge details about how i went about my virtual life. I went from town to town, smashed gym leaders, beat the Elite Four, broke up Team Rocket, etc. After completing the game, i went on a glitch hunting expedition. I found a website that had a long list of them. The usual ones like Cloning and that Celebi egg glitch. One i had not seen before mentioned an area accessible near the Whirl Islands. No other information was availiable except it required Surf, obviously. So, i went to test it out. Surfing for ages, i gave up and was going to fly to the nearest city, when a message flashed on the bottom of my screen. I cant remember what it said, but i saw "can" and "DIG". I didnt have any Pokemon that knew dig, so i went and caught a Diglett and got it to learn DIG. Returning to the same spot, the message flashed up again. I got Diglett to use DIG, and the game froze. After waiting for it, i went to turn it off, but it started moving again. A message said "Diglett used DIG" but the animation that played was the escape rope one. SO i ended up flying upwards from the Whirl Island, on a Lapras which was my surfing Feraligatr. The "escape rope" brought me to an area i havent seen before, nor do i want to see again. It was as if it was nighttime. I mean, all the textures were blue saturated, like they are at night time ingame, but the clock said it was 2:30 in the afternoon. I was on a path, surrounded by the default trees. The trees were shifting from side to side, like it was windy. To further enhance that, there was no music, only a low whistling which sounded like a recording of wind whistling through trees. This kind of thing doesnt usually creep me out, but i felt really uneasy for some reason. The path ended at the ocean behind me, so i continued forward down the path. Eventually, the endless rows of trees were broken by a small town. It had 3 houses, and a Pokemon Centre. The path ended at this town, so i went into the nearest house. The interior was normal. It had those generic tvs, desks and book shelves. But the weird thing was a doll in the middle. Ive never seen anything like it. It resembled a Machamp in doll form, except it was missing an arm, and one arm was proturding from its chest. The face was horrible, it had a smile like Gengar, except it stretch all over the face, leaving no space for a nose or eyes. I was a bit freaked, so i left the house. Outside, there was a sign in the middle. Walking p to it, it read "Trainer Tips: This is wrong, nothing makes sense here." The rest consisted of jumbled symbols. This place is turning out to be a freaky place, right? Thats not the worst of it. Entering the second house, i came to witness a battle. The sprite of an old man was versing the same 3 armed figure i saw before. As i entered, the man turned and walked towards me. He started talking, begging me to save him. I couldnt respond, i had to watch him for several moments before the...thing came over and they both left the house, as if the thing had taken him. I inspected the house, and the TV was holding a Potion, for some reason. Exiting, i saw the old man in the middle of the road. He was facing downward, but half his face was missing, as was an arm. Pixelated bones could be seen protruding from his shoulder, and a crude skull stuck out of his head. I had to leave this place, but there was no way to do so. No paths or anything out of it. Infact, the lone path i had entered from had been covered in trees. Leaving me no choice, i entered the next house. Nothing there, but i knew better now. Something would be waiting for me. I just walked back outside, and came face to face with the 3 armed thing. I gave a slight yelp, as it frightened me. Nothing happened for a long time, then i entered a battle. My backsprite was there, but i was apparently versing a shiny Lickitung. I sent out Feraligatr. My Feraligatr was on level 73, and this Lickitung was on level 5. I got cocky, and used Surf. I expected to attack first, i mean come on. 73 vs 5? But i was surprised when the Lickitung used Bite instantly. It did a massive amount of damage, leaving me with 7 HP. My Surf missed. Feraligatr's spite changed. It had what appeared to be teeth marks all over it. They looked infected and were bleeding a deep red liquid, obviously blood. Feraligatr's expression changed from the toothy grin to a depressed frown. Next attack, Lickitung used bite, and Feraligatr was gone. I sent out the Diglett i had caught to use Dig. I chose Dig, but i wasnt surprised when i attacked second again. Lickitung used Surf, which is impossible. As Diglett's health went down, i was horrified as its skin melted off. Surf had done enough damage to do a one shot kill, but Diglett was little more than a few bones with some shreds of brown skin hanging off when it fainted. No choice left, i sent out my Weezing. Weezing attacked first, suprisingly, with Toxic, but it didnt affect whatever this was. Lickitung used Psychic. Weezing is down to 10 HP. I decided, to end this annoying thing now, and chose Explosion. Instead of the satisfying series of cartoony explosions that usually happen, Weezing expanded a little, then burst. It was as if someone had stuck a lit dynamite down a persons throat. Blood and gore splattered the battle screen, then vanished. I went to the bathroom to puke, i couldnt handle it. Returning, i saw Explosion did little damage. But the battle never ended. Instead, my backsprite was facing the Lickitung. I couldnt do anything, but Lickitung used Slash. My backsprite was left with deep cuts all over it, while pixelated blood dripped down my face and body. The battle ended now. I was back in the town. The wind sound was so loud it was deafening, but the volume button didnt have any effect. The trees were violently shaking now. The 3 armed thing attacked my overworld sprites, then vanished into the trees. Wondering what to do, and mentally drained form the whole experience, i started walking. I noticed the screen would glitch up every few steps, like i had a poisoned pokemon, but when i check my party, they had all gone. I didnt have a single pokemon to my name. I went to the Pokemon Centre, but there was noone there. I had no choice but to walk until whatever was injured fainted. I whited out. My character woke up outside Sprout Tower. I ran to the nearest Poke Centre, and upon opening my boxes, there was nothing. Exiting the Poke Centre caused the game's colors to invert, and the whole game locked up. Restarting the gameboy, my entire saved file had vanished, and i had to start again. Infuriated, and scared, i went to the website i had first found this thing on to get a damn explanation, but was met with a 404 Error. Apparently, the website has never existed. When i tried to show my friends on their game cartridges, the DIG message never appeared, and on starting a new game and getting to that point, i found a stone had been placed ontop of the tile by someone.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Azurionas;25214917]Oh god, don't get me started on the nightmares. Fucker's in my sleep too, and it's been a year.[/QUOTE] :byodood:
Just watched a bunch of shit about Slenderman on youtube. And I thought I was gonna sleep tonight :suicide:
Bitch I wanted to see what the fuss was. I slept at 2 today. [editline]04:49PM[/editline] Okay, locations locations... Somewhere urban I guess to play with making the familiar unfamiliar.
minecraft creepy paste was pretty awesome
This thread isn't creepy anymore.
That's subjective. I find some of these recent stories pretty enthralling, quite the ripping yarn.
[QUOTE=HkSniper;24873624][img_thumb]http://img812.imageshack.us/img812/8805/p1030159.jpg[/img_thumb] [img_thumb]http://img815.imageshack.us/img815/8976/p1030160.jpg[/img_thumb][/QUOTE] Coolface?
[QUOTE=skparagon;23045109]It's probably fake. If they didn't want anyone to find out what the numbers meant in the first place and ban everyone that figured it out, why would they put it there to begin with? Reminds me of dead bart.[/QUOTE] I think that's bs because why would you put something there that no one else would figure out. "LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL INSIDE JOKES/caps" Bethesda
[QUOTE=Azurionas;25214917]Oh god, don't get me started on the nightmares. Fucker's in my sleep too, and it's been a year.[/QUOTE] Slenderman has a lady to tend to.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h6UbHBGITxs[/media]
Can anyone repost the Minecraft creepypasta? The page is removed.
Oh holy fuck that Barracks story was amazing. Took me three hours, but the [sp]non-ghostly[/sp] ending was awesome. Well written, and well worth the time.
[QUOTE=Lol Steve;25231274]Oh holy fuck that Barracks story was amazing. Took me three hours, but the [sp]non-ghostly[/sp] ending was awesome. Well written, and well worth the time.[/QUOTE] I had to stop reading half way through (started at 11pm, got too tired), then I finished in the morning. Great read.
[QUOTE=Tagger;25231289]I had to stop reading half way through (started at 11pm, got too tired), then I finished in the morning. Great read.[/QUOTE] Definitely. As much as I would usually find it a gyp that [sp]it was just a bad construction job and superstition[/sp], the way it was written made it come off well and as a total inversion of what you'd expect that sort of story to be. Simply amazing.
I want to make my own creepy pasta but I need advice on how to make a reader look behind himself every few minutes while reading it.
[IMG]http://i55.tinypic.com/ms1yc1.gif[/IMG] I'm scared.
The everymanHYBRID is kind of disappointing
Well, I've had a creepy experience. And oh boy, if you ever see this fucker, give him a wag of my finger for making me nearly piss my pants. I was up WAY later then I should have been (2-3 AM) and I was home alone (Mom was at work). I was walking around the house. I decided, for some reason, to glance up the stairs. I shit thee not my friends, after this experience, I never viewed my room as safe again. I looked up the stairs and I saw a completely dark black figure ( I mean just BLACK, not skin color, just the color BLACK all over. Just a figure that is completely dark). It walked slowly from inside my mother's room, paused in the hallway as if it was saying " I'm here motherfucker", and then slowly paced into my room. Note that at this time, the hallway light was on. This thing had NO light whatsoever reflecting from it, its just completely dark. I shit thee not, I had to sleep in there that night. I don't know what the fuck that thing was, but when I went upstairs to go to sleep an hour later, it was not there. True. Fucking. Story. You ever see this fucker in your house? I want you to give him my best, for outstanding service in scaring the crap out of me.
[QUOTE=Suppa Stove;25234580][IMG]http://i55.tinypic.com/ms1yc1.gif[/IMG] I'm scared.[/QUOTE] :bang: That fucking ad!
[Quote="Watchers"] I was born in Sheffield in England I lived there with my family for 15 years before it happened. My father died on june the 16th, 2005. I was 15 at the time, in my third year at high school. It was difficult. My family had always been so close and after it happened things in my house were just never the same. There was nothing particularly unusual about my dad’s death, 2 drunken joy-riders had hit his car driver side on when he was coming home late from work one night. Assholes. After my dad passed it was just me, my mum and older sister. My mother took my father’s death worse than any of us. Before it happened she would go to the pub at weekends with him and leave my older sister babysitting me. It was cool, she'd let me stay up late watching those cheesy old horror movies and late night cartoons on sky. I’d only ever watch horror movies with her though, I was rather sheltered, easily scared. I’d have nightmares for days after watching scary movies, but that was part of the thrill I guess. I was just an impressionable child. Sometimes she'd go and sit in her room and just leave me downstairs alone to watch T.V. I'd sit there with a big bowl of popcorn, a couple of cans of coke and some chocolate. Scoff my face off and then just pass out to T.V. I did the exact same thing the night it happened. My mum had gone to the pub with her friends from work and my sister had been left to babysit me as usual. It was around 11 o’clock and I'd fallen asleep to some film or another. I had a strange dream. For some reason I was soaking wet. I was trying to scream, as loud as my lungs would let me before they popped in my chest but nothing was coming out. I could hear a terrible shrill voice, chanting, taunting. At first it was quiet, like a whisper in the ear. "You're alone. Vulnerable. Weak. We can get you ... in the dark. We can get you... when you're alone. We're behind you. We're inside you. We can get you when you cannot see" My mouth would not open. Sweat was dripping off me in gushes and as I was running on it I was slipping over, falling against wooden walls which would shatter and collapse as I touched them. It was as if the walls were old, ancient. The voice jeered at me as I stumbled, landing in puddles of my own warm sweat. "We can get you in the dark... when you cannot see. We can get you in your dreams" It was the most bizarre dream I'd ever had. It was also the last. The voice, the terrible low, rasping voice grew louder and louder. Shouting "We can get you in the dark. We can get you in your dreams. WE CAN GET YOU WHEN YOU CANNOT SEE". The sheer volume of the voice, at first a whisper now a monolithic drone caused me to stumble, falling head first into one of the wooden walls surrounding me. Wood and plaster flaked away, rotten and fragile. Cracks began to appear in the walls. Spewing forth a viscous black liquid, oozing and seeping out of the crevices, draining out of the walls and uncovering something deep within the cracks and holes. Eyes. I awoke, sweating and panting, I was scared shitless. The TV was the only source of light in the whole room so I crawled as close to it as possible. Someone, probably my sister, had turned the sound off the television. Probably so it wouldn’t wake me. I was definitely awake now but my eyes were clamped shut. I was petrified. For several minutes I just sat there. Face hugged against the glass of the television, eyes closed. The whole house was silent. My pulse was racing, my heart smashing against my ribs like a hammer. I wanted to open my eyes but I couldn’t. I was still too terrified. I sat there, praying that my sister had heard the racket and come to check. She didn't. In the silence I could hear a low, droning hum. At first the sound horrified me, it sounded like the twisted vocals of some unearthly being. Rasping and hissing. With my eyes closed I could only replay the sight of those eyes over the garbled, haunting noise. Peering out expressionless from within the cracks in the walls. Staring, open wide and completely fixated on my every movement. I remember their stare from my dream, pulling at the hairs along my arms and neck. It felt like a harsh chill, a wave of morbid surveillance as if I was being watched. As if something else was in the living room with me. Again I pulled myself up against the television and then it hit me! The sound! The subtle din from the vocal chords of some demonic creature was nothing more than the television! Our remote was old and battered, most of the buttons stuck and the mute button did not work at all. My sister must have just turned the television down really low. I felt a wave of reassurance. As if somehow the threat was reduced, but still I would not open my eyes. I came up with a plan, blindly in the dark of the living room I fumbled around for the television remote. If I could turn the sound up my sister would wake and come downstairs to investigate. I was so close to the television but ours was one which did not have buttons on the monitor itself, just a remote. My hands crawled around the room, inch by inch, tremoring from fear. Finally I grasped it. Relief. I dropped it several times with fear and eventually held it firmly, poised to amp up the volume to full blast. But then it occured to me. Which way was the television? We'd had this remote for a year, it was cracked patched up with tape and the sensor was broke, it had to be aimed directly at the television to turn it up. With my eyes closed I had no idea which was I was now facing after my foray for the controller. I held it up at arms length and began hitting the volume button as fast as possible, swinging the remote around wildly, trying to find the TV at random. Nothing, just the same low droning sound, the volume hadn’t changed. I cursed myself. I was such a coward. If only I had the nerve to open my eyes to just see where the television was. I began to sob, I wanted to just shout upstairs, yell at the top on my lungs knowing that my sister would save me, but I couldn’t. I was scared stiff. I stood there, in the pitch black living room with my eyes shut swinging a remote around like some kind of spazz. And then it worked, the remote sensor must have found the television. I pressed the volume button slowly turning the volume up. As the muffled sound got slightly louder I could hear it. “We can get you when you cannot see” [/Quote] Wrote this the other night after going through the creepypasta website at about half 4 in the morning. Also after reading through this thread I played the Penumbra series for the first time. I fucking love this thread.
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