"But sir... you cant fire me like this!" Yelled Mr. Jameson as he stood quivering in the dank office.
"Sir, I have a daughter...shes very sick, and If I don't bring home a paycheck she'll freeze to death"
"This snow storm is the worst we've seen in ages, if you let her die... may gods wrath rain upon you" Jameson threatened.
"Mr. Jameson I am in no mood for your superstitious nonsense, get out my sight!" replied his employer, Mr. Gressley.
Mr. Jameson stormed out of the door, cursing with every step
About a week later
Gressley woke up to a loud creak in his floor
"Wh..wh..WHOS THERE!" He stuttered.
His door silently began to open slowly, Gressley shook with great terror.
The door remained ajar for several minutes and Gressley assumed it was the cold winter breeze waving sorrowfully through the dark halls.
A miserable smell stagnated the air, and creaks and bumps could be heard from all around.
"Damn mice" he said.
"Uugh... I need some water!" He continued to himself.
He proceeded out of the bedroom into a long, dark hall.
"Shit! Its so cold in here" He exclaimed
He grabbed a night coat, and took a couple of steps forward.
An eerie silence fell upon the house.
"..........whyyyy......." He heard in a light whisper...
"WHO THE HELL WAS THAT!?"
He saw a shadow in the corner of the room
"JAMESON! IS THAT YOU!?" He yelled.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH... ANSWER ME!"
"I'm so cold, Mr. Gressley... Why did you let me die?" Said a little girls voice.
"No... IT CANT BE YOU!" He screamed, horrified.
"Mr. Gressley, why did you... KILL ME!!" Screamed the shadow, that now was clearly a little girl.
"No!... Its not like th... I mean" he studdered.
"You let me die, your time is due" The shadow whispered...
The shadow stepped out of the corner, you could now clearly see her features.
Her face was sunken in, and her eyes were empty and emotionless. She showed no sign of life, except for a shallow breathing.
She screamed a loud screech and reached into Gressleys chest.
Mr. Gressley was found the next morning by a maid. He had died of a simultaneous heart attack and stroke...
You sit on your front porch, watching the street light across the street. It flickers once. It's 3:42 am and you just realized that even though your family loves you, the only thing you need is someone to care for, someone to love.
So you sit on your front porch, watching the light. You might smoke a cigarette or two, but you don't really need them. You watch the tree near the street light sway in the wind, scared of life.
You might have had a girl in your life once, but it soured and went wrong. It might have been your fault, but odds are that it wasn't. Odds are that she dumped you, because being with you made her depressed. Then you realized that you just lost a great chance to change your life around.
So you sit outside your front porch.
You watch the street light across the street.
You might shed a tear or two, but this isn't a physical sadness that can purged.
This is a soul-crushing, black abyss kind of sadness, and you are scared and alone, and all you want is someone to look at you and say;
"Everything will be okay. Come with me."
Instead, you sit on your front porch.
You watch the street light.
You die inside.
This contest lacks life
[QUOTE=Greeman;17921457]Winner gets a CCOF membership, if they want it.[/QUOTE]
And all of a sudden, serious replies come in.
[QUOTE=OhSnap!;17924889]"But sir... you cant fire me like this!" Yelled Mr. Jameson as he stood quivering in the dank office.
"Sir, I have a daughter...shes very sick, and If I don't bring home a paycheck she'll freeze to death"
"This snow storm is the worst we've seen in ages, if you let her die... may gods wrath rain upon you" Jameson threatened.
"Mr. Jameson I am in no mood for your superstitious nonsense, get out my sight!" replied his employer, Mr. Gressley.
Mr. Jameson stormed out of the door, cursing with every step
About a week later
Gressley woke up to a loud creak in his floor
"Wh..wh..WHOS THERE!" He stuttered.
His door silently began to open slowly, Gressley shook with great terror.
The door remained ajar for several minutes and Gressley assumed it was the cold winter breeze waving sorrowfully through the dark halls.
A miserable smell stagnated the air, and creaks and bumps could be heard from all around.
"Damn mice" he said.
"Uugh... I need some water!" He continued to himself.
He proceeded out of the bedroom into a long, dark hall.
"Shit! Its so cold in here" He exclaimed
He grabbed a night coat, and took a couple of steps forward.
An eerie silence fell upon the house.
"..........whyyyy......." He heard in a light whisper...
"WHO THE HELL WAS THAT!?"
He saw a shadow in the corner of the room
"JAMESON! IS THAT YOU!?" He yelled.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH... ANSWER ME!"
"I'm so cold, Mr. Gressley... Why did you let me die?" Said a little girls voice.
"No... IT CANT BE YOU!" He screamed, horrified.
"Mr. Gressley, why did you... KILL ME!!" Screamed the shadow, that now was clearly a little girl.
"No!... Its not like th... I mean" he studdered.
"You let me die, your time is due" The shadow whispered...
The shadow stepped out of the corner, you could now clearly see her features.
Her face was sunken in, and her eyes were empty and emotionless. She showed no sign of life, except for a shallow breathing.
She screamed a loud screech and reached into Gressleys chest.
Mr. Gressley was found the next morning by a maid. He had died of a simultaneous heart attack and stroke...[/QUOTE]
I'm waiting for someone to spinoff that old Doom fan-fic...
"'No, John you ARE the demons!' Then John was a zombie."
[QUOTE=Kaliber;17982081]And all of a sudden, serious replies come in.[/QUOTE]
well right now it looks like he is gonna win unless someone makes a scarier story dang
[QUOTE=DougMcDougbert;17985229]well right now it looks like he is gonna win unless someone makes a scarier story dang[/QUOTE]
I think MJB's was way scarier.
[QUOTE=Perfumly;17985261]I think MJB's was way scarier.[/QUOTE]
it's by agree votes
please post a story scare-master-kasper
Ok.
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SPOOKY JOURNAL
DAY 1
We just hit the jungle ther are monsters all over! We lost dukemen! Argh!
SPOOKY JOURNAL
DAY 2
We need an extra men!
SPOOKY JOURNAL
DAY 3
DAMM MORTARS!!!
[QUOTE=Perfumly;17985315]Ok.
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SPOOKY JOURNAL
DAY 1
We just hit the jungle ther are monsters all over! We lost dukemen! Argh!
SPOOKY JOURNAL
DAY 2
We need an extra men!
SPOOKY JOURNAL
DAY 3
DAMM MORTARS!!![/QUOTE]
rated yourself cheating in the thread ban yourself
[QUOTE=DougMcDougbert;17985324]rated yourself cheating in the thread ban yourself[/QUOTE]
Uh sorry that is not in the rules!
Cant there be a better competition instead of story writing?
we need more stories guys!!
Well, i made a separate thread for mine but I'll post it here as well :3
I clasped the rough grip of the pocketknife between my thumb and forefinger. The muscles in my arm were anticipating to strike like a King Cobra eying a small field mouse with intention to kill. My body was rigid behind the half open door, awaiting the imminent leap. The attack would require agility, strength, and precision in order to succeed without being harmed myself. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins in response to my fear and anxiety of the task ahead. The footsteps approached silently and stealthily. I held my breath. The figure dressed in complete black attire darted his head inside the room. I was not seen. He eyed the figure lying in the bed, assuming it was a person sleeping. The thoughts of the man were intent on killing whoever lie in the bed. His sadistic mind was savoring the thought of taking a life. I braced myself and was ready to do what was necessary. My ears twitched as I heard a knife come unsheathed. I saw a right foot creep through the doorway, next an arm, the torso, a leg, and then finally the head. The act was quickly completed. My arm rose and the knife slammed into the back of the intruder’s neck, piercing the layers of skin, muscles, and veins like a birthday cake. Except, this was no celebration of birth, it was the advent of death. The blade surfaced on the frontal side of the man’s neck as a bloodcurdling growl was released from what was left of his severed air passage. What had to be done was done. First falling to his knees and then collapsing face first into a pool of his own blood, the life tinkled out of the malevolent man. My fingers hesitantly reached the neck and felt no more pulse. The knife was left sticking in the neck. I didn’t want to touch the weapon once more.
I had defended myself—outsmarted this man who was intending to kill me. My defense was stronger than his offense. His judgment was hastily done. The room was dark, and on my bed there had appeared to be a sleeping figure. The dead man only realized this as he fell to his knees and let out his last breath, realizing his folly. A deadly mistake it was.
I crept over to the bed and pulled off the blanket. It was such a simplistic illusion but it proved to be misleading enough in the dark. I had silently placed a stack of pillows lying vertically beneath the blanket as soon as I had heard the figure sliding open my window ever so slowly. I had been lying in bed awake, unable to sleep at the time. The house was eerily silent. That was when I heard the slight sound of the window sliding. Immediately I slyly went to my nightstand and reached into the drawer and pulled out the folded knife. Placing the knife up against my bed to muffle the click of the opening blade, I heard the assailant in another room. There wasn’t much time before he would look inside mine. This was when I crept behind my half open door and awaited the impending course of action, playing it out in my mind.
In what seemed an ordinary day,the alarm clock in Alex Hargreaves bedroom went off just as planned, he stretched over and slammed his fist on top of it to turn it off. Once the alarm had stopped, Alex slowly stirred and awoke to his familiar surroundings ready to start a new day, he got up out of his single bed and headed over to his wardrobe and grabbed out his clothes he would wear to school that day and then walked out of his room to the shower. After finishing up in the shower and getting changed he walked downstairs to find nobody around, it seemed as though everybody had vacated the house early, he wasn't feeling hungry so decided to head out of the door straight to school.
Walking down the street Alex felt this eery silence fall upon the surrounding area as if suddenly the world had stopped and left him alone, the feeling sent chills down his spine. He took a look around the street to find it deserted, with a street usually filled with cars this was strange indeed. Nethertheless he continued down the street and headed off to school, he was already running late and had to make up lost time quickly. Turning around the last corner to face the entrance to the school there was only silence, not the usual array of kids littering the gates chatting away, nobody to be seen, Alex didn't think much of this after checking the time, it was already 9:02am, classes had already begun and he was late, he quickly headed past the gates and into the barren grounds.
Alex was heading down the corridor to his classroom, preparing himself for the lecture ahead about punctuality when he began to hear the faint noise of people speaking but to him it was incomprehensible, "Everyone must be in their classes already." Alex thought to himself. Carrying on down the corridor he finally found what he was looking for [i]classroom 32[/i], with the doors window covered up it was difficult to tell if anyone was inside but nethertheless he opened the door as he could hear noise coming from the other side. The room was empty, Alex could have sworn that he had heard his classmates inside talking, however with everything else that had happened that morning this did not bother him, "they must all be in an assembly or something" he considered in his head. So he turned around and shut the door and continued down the empty corridor.
As he walked down towards the Assembly Hall Alex began to hear a noise coming from behind him, at first he could not identify what it was, it was as though something was following him but it couldn't be, there wasn't anybody there, so he continued down but at a faster pace so to allow him to rule out himself incase he was making the noise somehow. There it was again, but this time the rythym of the noise seemed to match his own pace and this made Alex start to get freaked out, "what is going on around here today, something doesn't feel right." Then suddenly a loud metallic clash of metal on metal sounded around him, he spun around like lightning to notice a locker he had just walked past vibrating, this caused Alex to speed up his walking, this was something new to him and he didn't like it. Then the worst part started, laughter had sprung out at him like being splashed in the face with cold water, "where the fuck is this laughing coming from" blurted out Alex. It was strange as the corridors were deserted and the classrooms he had passed were empty.
Turning around the corner everything seemed to get louder, all the noises he had previously heard were growing nearer, Alex sped up and headed down a corridor he hadn't seen before, he didn't think much of this as he hadn't been at the school long, ahead of him was a lone door, he thought to himself "this must be the assembly hall" and reached for the handle when it suddenly opened by itself. Alex stood there in sheer fright from the strange phenomena before him. The door slowly opened to reveal a lone student in the door way, the standard school uniform brought some kind of relief to Alex as he realised what was before him. All the noises that had been following him stopped and his heart stopped racing, he tried to speak but nothing came out, but the student seemed to understand this somehow. Then a low almost gargling voice began to form around the immediate area, Alex could not make out the words but could understand it.
"You will understand soon."
Then suddenly as if out of nowhere the students wrists began bleeding and quickly started to cover himself, Alex attempted to let out a horrified scream but nothing came out, the bleeding student now lifted his finger to his lips and began the low gargling tone again.
"I was a student here once, quite a few years ago now, you and I are similar, I was new to the school and didn't know much, I never quite got on with my classmates, I was the quiet type and they decided from day 1, I would be their plaything, somebody who they could push around. Then one day I decided i'd had enough and ended it all, I couldn't deal with it anymore, now I am the one who caused the things you have experienced today, I needed somebody to tell my story, somebody who would finally understand, I just wanted to be accepted and remembered."
Suddenly the student disappeared and Alex was no longer stood rooted to the spot in fear, he turned around and started running when he began to notice his clothes were not what he had previously worn, they had become tattered and ripped, blood oozing from wounds that had appeared, yet he felt no pain, he carried on running regardless towards his classroom when he heard talking, this time it was close and inside was all his classmates, he flung open the door to greet them but no reaction was met with the class, they were all laughing and joking away and when he tried to speak, nothing, no reaction again. Alex turned around to look for more students and behind him was the lone student.
"Now you understand, now you know what it is like to be forgotten."
Alex had died in a car crash two days before.
OOC: I was pretty bored.
vote mjb 09
vote mjb. ~save mjb, save the rodeo king~
it had been a strange day. you had waken up and everyone was more cheerful than usual. you decided not to pursue the topic as to why everyone was so jolly and proceeded to follow your daily routine. toast on bread, bread in mouth, run to catch the bus, do math homework on bus. As you sat on the bus you noticed there wasn't a single person [i]not[/i] smiling. it was just like earlier this morning you think to yourself. you get distracted and begin to doodle on the size of your paper, but then retreat and begin erasing your drawings. your fetish for fucking various vegetables and fruits has been disturbing and you've been trying to keep it low profile. Once you reach school you notice everyone entering through the main doors is suddenly vanishing. A bead of sweat begins to pour down the side of your cheek as you back up creeped out. You hear a loud moaning coming from inside the school which closely resembles your mother when in bed with your step dad. Curiously you enter through the main doors but don't disappear, the hallways are totally deserted. you follow the source of the moaning and appear in front of the principals office. Slowly and cautiously you open the door and see your mother being banged by two males neither of which look your dad. You then realize why your mother was absent that morning.
You decide to move to Churchill, Manitoba and cut off all connections with family back in Connecticut. What you saw that day wasn't 3 middle age people having a threesome, but a ghost. You begin doing research on the Polar Bears to counter the effects of Global Warming and stuff. You marry a beautiful 5'4 blonde who you have 2 kids with that will never their grandmother.
edit: nvm that was pretty bad do i get 2 chances
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Okay, My story
[b]Memories[/b]
I was coming home from school one day, This woman, With black hair and a Russian accent, came up to me and said "Have you seen my daughter? she has red eyes and brown hair." I just shrugged and said "Doesn't everyone these days?"
The woman puts on a sad face and walks away, I looked back, guilty. I decided, since I had nothing else to do today, to go look for the little girl she was looking for. I searched, and I searched, a few girls looked at me weird just trying to get their eye color. I felt like a fool so I gave up.
Until, moments later walking home, I saw this little girl with brown hair crying, she said she was looking for her mom. I walked up, and said "A woman came to me asking if I saw a girl with brown hair and red eyes" The girl looked at me and said "That wasn't my mommy." I stared at her, "What do you mean?" I asked.
The girl turned around and walked away I yelled "Wait!" but she just ran off. I decided to go home, It wasn't my problem.
The next day, I get ready to walk to school, I walk outside the door, and I see the same woman from yesterday crying. I asked behind her "What's wrong?" She turned around and mocked me in my voice "Whats wrong?" but something was wrong with her face, Her eyes were bleeding.
"What happened to you!?" I screamed. "What happened to her!" She pointed behind me.
I looked back and saw the little girl, with her mouth sowed shut and bleeding eyes, a high pitched noised filled my ears
I woke up.
"It was just a nightmare" I said in my head, rubbing my bleeding eye
"It was just a nightmare" Mom mocked
Its hard being an only child, and even worse when you have to move out of your town to some new one in the countryside. Your seated in the back of the car, flicking through some comic. Your mom looks happy. Your dad looks happy. You feel like a fucking freak sitting here whilst those two are just grinning away, talking about their new life.
"C'mon Jason, cheer up! You can make some cool new friends, and there is bigger houses down here. Plenty of fresh air. You'll be smiling soon too." Mom turned and smiled at him. Jason glowered at her and continued to read his comic. Pretty soon they pulled up outside a big house, smack bang in the middle of fucking nowhere.
A dust had picked up outside their car and now settled, and by the looks of it outside, it was hot and flies were everywhere. Yay.
Jason got out and stared up at the house. He squinted one eye and pointed.
"Thats my room." He didn't know why he said that, but the light inside the room seemed attractive and pretty, and maybe thats what he needed to get rid of this mood. After taking a tour around the house with his parents, they began to unpack their stuff whilst Jason went upstairs to check out his new bedroom. He found himself in a long corridor, and with 6 doors coming off it, he didn't know which was his. He walked forward and opened a random door. It was his bedroom. It was exactly how he imagined it, a nice big window making sure plenty of light got in. There was no furniture in the room apart from a mirror. There was a large door behind it. He went towards the mirror and looked inside it. His own, pissed off reflection looked back at him. Something caught his eye and he whipped around, looking frantically at the room. Nothing. He turned back to the mirror and looked again. A little boy in pyjamas was behind him. Jason turned again, and nothing was there!
"Wh-who are you?" He said nervously. The little boy smiled slightly.
"Hello there." His voice was surprisingly clear and loud, and echoed around the room.
"Who are you?" Jason whispered.
"I used to live in this house before you." The boys faced clouded over and a hurt but angry expression filled his dead eyes. "They left me here. They thought i was dead but I'm still here." Jason gulped nervously. "Who left you here? What is your name?"
"My name is Billy. My family left me here. I was ill, so terribly ill.. My tummy hurt and my head hurt. Men in coats came. They said i was gonna die. I cried for ages and ages but nobody paid any attention. Then one night, i got out of bed to look in the mirror so i could see how poorly i was. Something must have happened, because my family were crying for a long time, and i tried to tell them to stop but they didn't hear me! They left after a bit. But they left the mirror."
Jason's eyes grew larger and larger and his skin paled.
"But you must be dead!" Jason forced out. He started quivering. Billy's eyes grew huge and white, and his pupils disappeared into the back of his head. He began to walk forward and screamed. His skin turned the colour of death and when he opened his mouth, there was nothing but a gaping hole. It grew cold, winds were blowing from nowhere, and Billy would not accept it.
"I WILL NOT DIE! I AM NOT DEAD! I WANT MY MOMMY!"
The boy kept advancing. The mirror filled up with his body, and his hand emerged from the glass. Billy stepped out and just kept walking. Jason froze there; his eyes wide and his mouth open. No sound came.
"Jason? Jason dinners ready. If your not going to come down then I'll bring it up, but this isn't a regular routine, son!" His mother walked up the stairs, holding a plate laden with roast potatoes. She opened the door and peeked in. Nobody was there.
"Jason, come out dear, dinner." His mother walked into the room and looked around. Nothing apart from the mirror. She headed over to it and smiled.
"There you are."
The plate smashed upon the wooden floor, and her scream mingled with that of a very upset little boy.
When I am asked to recount the most sordid, repulsive horror I witnessed in that land beyond the sea, when I am asked, in whispered tones in the darkest corners of the smokiest taverns, to stimulate the imaginations of my audiences with the most outrageous savageries and terrible transgressions on every standard of decent and moral conduct, there is invariably one experience which I return to time and again. it was on the river we now call the amazon, at a bend of that great river where it bent its muddy track back upon itself over a distance of two miles. there was a small island in the middle of the channel near the bend which my men and I resolved to rest upon and re-provision ourselves from whatever fruits and sources of fresh water we might find. we thought that by isolating ourselves thus we would be invulnerable to the wandering tribes which frequently abuse travellers in this part of the river. we miscalculated. shortly after landing on the island and dragging the boat ashore, we fanned out to search for edible plants or natural cisterns from which we might collect water.
James, my first mate, however, did not spend one minute in the bush before he frantically tore back to the boat, and in anguished, wild-eyed silence, gestured madly towards the center of the island. I asked what it was he was pointing to but before I could even draw breath to speak he placed his hand over my mouth. it was then that I saw his eyes... they were bloodshot and at the center of his iris I saw something which to this day sends shivers dowm my spine. it was a blackness so complete, so frightfully absent of even the faintest glimmer of light that for a moment I thought he had run afoul of some sort of plant secretion which had rendered him blind. there was terror in his eyes and for his sake I refrained from speech and, indeed, followed his lead in creeping on all fours back into the forest.
In a clearing some thirty meters in from the shore I saw what frank had seen and immediately I understood. there was, in the center of the clearing, a vast, ancient figure sculpted from stone. the figure was of a man, some forty feet tall, bent double with his hindquarters thrust skyward and his hands wrapped around them, spreading his anus astoundingly wide. to this day I remember every last chisel-mark and every last weed which clustered at the base of the statue's feet. I remember the golden ring around the finger's left ring finger, I remember the sickening, soul-sucking cavity itself, eternally dark, astoundingly empty yet filled beyond all comprehension with the most sublime terrors the mind can barely even begin to imagine. frank and I must have stood in its presence- it had a presence, if I forget everything else about it I can at least bear witness to that- for hours, because the next thing I remember after contemplating the figure after first stepping into the clearing is being resuscitated with a splash of cold water, lying in the fetal position in the bottom of the boat. my companions told me frank and I had stood in the clearing for four hours, ignoring all communication, until we had to be picked up and carried from the scene.
My first order after being relinquished from the grip of that horrible thing was to immediately set out from the island and to strike it from the record of our journey. we spent a sleepless night on the amazon, listening to the howls and rumbles rolling out across the water from the thick jungles on either side. that night was ten years ago today and there has not been a single minute of that time when I have not stared into the inky void of my soul, searching for answers to the many mysteries of that day. I suppose the questions I have are too numerous to count, but there is one which I think assumes importance over all others... what was that man doing to his anus?
it was all dark and i couldnt see anything
AT ALL!!
i just ran and ran from the creature that was stalking me
it looked like it was banana but i was probably too panicked too notice it was a mjb??
i ran some more until a farm and there was a farmer and he said COME ON NOW
i went inside and the farmer shut the farm closed
Thanks farmer! i said and turned around to face him only to see he was the MJB!!
When is the winner gonna be announced?
i won
[QUOTE=OhSnap!;18195277]When is the winner gonna be announced?[/QUOTE]
Maybe after McDougbert gets unbanned.
one day.... in ccof chat... there was a ghost
a very scary ghost!!! who was the scariest ghost u could imagine
mjb was minding his own business... when GHOST HAPPENED
mjb FOUGHT FOR LIFE but it was too late...
mjb became ghost
[U][I]mjb[/I][/U] said to ghost:
[U][I]is[/I][/U] dying like becoming gay only worse??? and ghost said to mjb
[U][I]gay[/i][/U] ? no its even worse!!!
[U][I]ok??????[/I][/U] said mjb then ghost said your going to the underworld!! for your crimes and mjb went AAAAaaaaa aand that was the last we ever heard of mjb ever again
[B]dont let dying happen to u
stop all ghosts[/B]
the end
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[QUOTE=BloodyDragon;18197860]i won[/QUOTE]
no!
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