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Doe hier eens fatsoenlijke enters en alinea's in dan lees ik het wel.quote:Op maandag 10 oktober 2011 19:15 schreef SpaceMouse het volgende:
Even serieus mensen
Hier nog een, zeker de moeite waard om te lezen.
It was a cold wednesday morning; the air was
damp and it looked like it would rain. Janine was
on her way to the bus stop, she was running a
bit late and scared that she'd miss her ride to
the university.
"Drat!" she shouted as she saw the bus take off
from a distance. "What will I do now.." she
muttered to herself.
Seemingly from out of nowhere, she heard a
voice call out to her, "Why hello there!"
She turned abruptly, looking at the unfamiliar
man. "Er, hello."
"Why are you out so early?" the man questioned
her, approaching her rather quickly.
"I just missed my bus to Uni," she replied,
cocking a brow. "What are you doing out so
early?"
"My dog got out last night," he said with a
solemn look on his face, "I'm out looking for it
now.
Janine, being the animal lover she is, felt her
heart drop to her gut "Let me help you find it!"
The man extended a hand to her. "The name is
James, it's a pleasure to meet you."
She took his hand. "I'm Janine."
James pointed off towards the woods nearby.
"The tracks lead out that way. The dog is
partially deaf, so calling out wont do any good."
The two made their way into the wood. Janine
didn't see any tracks at first but she started to
notice some in the mud. The paw marks were
large, it must have been a big dog.
The dog was spotted a few meters ahead. James
turned to Janine and gave her instructions,
"He's friendly with strangers. He'll expect a
leash and the kennel if he spots me. I'll sneak up
and grab him, just keep him distracted." Janine
approached the dog slowly, he was panting with
his tongue hanging out. 'What a big doof,' she
thought to herself when suddenly everything
went dark. James had come up behind her with a
burlap sack over her head. She viciously
grasped at her neck, trying to break free when
she felt it. A needle had been injected in her.
She slowly stopped moving.
Hours later she awoke, she was tied down in a
dark room. The only light came from a red bulb
dangling a few feet above her. The table she was
restrained to was at a 90 degree angle, she saw
James walking back and forth in the room.
"You did well, James." a feminine voice called
out.
"I'm glad I've pleased you, mistress." James said
back, kneeling down as she came down the
stairs.
"Well, what a beauty you are." the woman
snickered to Janine.
Janine tried to scream, but she was gagged. She
was frantic, trying to break free from her
restraints.
"Now, now. That wont get you anywhere,
darling." the woman replied, piercing Janine in
the shoulderblade with a small knife.
Janine was starting to black out, and the woman
spoke the last thing Janine would ever hear:
"I hope you're as tasty as you're pretty.
O, verhalen dat wist ik niet sorry sorry sorry.
Ik waag een poging
Ik zat op mijn computer. Het was 01:00 uur. *Ping* een e-mail. Ik las de e-mail.
''Kijk uit je raam.'' stond er. Ik keek uit mijn raam.
Ik schrok van wat ik zag, een man in slonzige kleding met een raar, afgeragd konijnenmasker op. Er lag een groot mes naast zich en hij zat op een telefoon druk te tikken.
*Ping*, weer een e-mail. ''Ik maak beneden even een snack, ik hoop dat je dat niet erg vind?''
Ik schrok, en ging weer naar mijn raam. De man zat er niet meer. Ik hoorde geluid beneden.
*ping* wéér een e-mail. Ik las de e-mail met trandende ogen. ''Ik zie jou nu. Maar jij mij niet
''
Ik schrok en keek overal in mijn kamer. Onder het bed, onder het kozijn, achter de tv, maar ik zag niks. Net toen ik in mijn kast wilde kijken, hoorde ik een luide schreeuw en een pijn in mijn borst. Ik keek naar beneden en een groot mes zag ik door mijn borst heen zitten......
Ik waag een poging
Ik zat op mijn computer. Het was 01:00 uur. *Ping* een e-mail. Ik las de e-mail.
''Kijk uit je raam.'' stond er. Ik keek uit mijn raam.
Ik schrok van wat ik zag, een man in slonzige kleding met een raar, afgeragd konijnenmasker op. Er lag een groot mes naast zich en hij zat op een telefoon druk te tikken.
*Ping*, weer een e-mail. ''Ik maak beneden even een snack, ik hoop dat je dat niet erg vind?''
Ik schrok, en ging weer naar mijn raam. De man zat er niet meer. Ik hoorde geluid beneden.
*ping* wéér een e-mail. Ik las de e-mail met trandende ogen. ''Ik zie jou nu. Maar jij mij niet
''Ik schrok en keek overal in mijn kamer. Onder het bed, onder het kozijn, achter de tv, maar ik zag niks. Net toen ik in mijn kast wilde kijken, hoorde ik een luide schreeuw en een pijn in mijn borst. Ik keek naar beneden en een groot mes zag ik door mijn borst heen zitten......
Pogo dancing!
Bravo!! Brava!!quote:Op maandag 10 oktober 2011 19:48 schreef Crocodi1e het volgende:
O, verhalen dat wist ik niet sorry sorry sorry.
Ik waag een poging
Ik zat op mijn computer. Het was 01:00 uur. *Ping* een e-mail. Ik las de e-mail.
''Kijk uit je raam.'' stond er. Ik keek uit mijn raam.
Ik schrok van wat ik zag, een man in slonzige kleding met een raar, afgeragd konijnenmasker op. Er lag een groot mes naast zich en hij zat op een telefoon druk te tikken.
*Ping*, weer een e-mail. ''Ik maak beneden even een snack, ik hoop dat je dat niet erg vind?''
Ik schrok, en ging weer naar mijn raam. De man zat er niet meer. Ik hoorde geluid beneden.
*ping* wéér een e-mail. Ik las de e-mail met trandende ogen. ''Ik zie jou nu. Maar jij mij niet
Ik schrok en keek overal in mijn kamer. Onder het bed, onder het kozijn, achter de tv, maar ik zag niks. Net toen ik in mijn kast wilde kijken, hoorde ik een luide schreeuw en een pijn in mijn borst. Ik keek naar beneden en een groot mes zag ik door mijn borst heen zitten......
Op z'n flamingos. :7
Vind je het echt goed? Zo ja, Danku, mijn eerste verhaal meteen een succesquote:
Maar ik ga nu skaten dus ik lees jullie verhaaltjes straks wel
Pogo dancing!
Hij is zeker goed, mijn complimenten.quote:
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Vind je het echt goed? Zo ja, Danku, mijn eerste verhaal meteen een succes
Maar ik ga nu skaten dus ik lees jullie verhaaltjes straks wel
Maar er word niet actief meegedaan helaas
Op z'n flamingos. :7
Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…
Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.
Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.
You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.
Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.
Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.
You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.
Die is vetquote:
Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…
Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.
Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.
You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.
!!!Ik post er zo weer een.
Op z'n flamingos. :7
Hehe, vettequote:
Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…
Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.
Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.
You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.
"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows.
Your clock glows red in the darkness — it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about
it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more
fully. You can barely make out your daughter's
pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not
sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about
the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat
up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take
your eyes off of your daughter. The covers
behind you begin to shift.
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows.
Your clock glows red in the darkness — it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about
it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more
fully. You can barely make out your daughter's
pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not
sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about
the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat
up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take
your eyes off of your daughter. The covers
behind you begin to shift.
Op z'n flamingos. :7
Nog een goede.
There was a couple from Texas who was
planning a weekend trip across the Mexican
border for a shopping spree. At the last minute,
their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring
along their two year old son with them. They had
been across the border for an hour when the boy
got free and ran around the corner. The mother
tried to find him, but he was missing. The
mother found a police officer who told her to go
to the gate and wait. Not really understanding
the instructions, she did as she was told.
About 45 minutes later, a Mexican man
approached the border, carrying the boy. The
mother ran to him, grateful that he had been
found. When the man realized it was the boy's
mother, he dropped him and ran. The police
were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in
the 45 minutes he was missing, he had been cut
open, all of his organs removed, and stuffed with
bags of cocaine. The man was going to carry him
across the border as if he were asleep
There was a couple from Texas who was
planning a weekend trip across the Mexican
border for a shopping spree. At the last minute,
their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring
along their two year old son with them. They had
been across the border for an hour when the boy
got free and ran around the corner. The mother
tried to find him, but he was missing. The
mother found a police officer who told her to go
to the gate and wait. Not really understanding
the instructions, she did as she was told.
About 45 minutes later, a Mexican man
approached the border, carrying the boy. The
mother ran to him, grateful that he had been
found. When the man realized it was the boy's
mother, he dropped him and ran. The police
were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in
the 45 minutes he was missing, he had been cut
open, all of his organs removed, and stuffed with
bags of cocaine. The man was going to carry him
across the border as if he were asleep
Op z'n flamingos. :7
Beste die ik gelezen hebt.
You are home alone, and you hear on the news
about the profile of a murderer who is on the
loose.
You look out the sliding glass doors to your
backyard, and you notice a man standing out in
the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer
exactly, and he is smiling at you.
You gulp, picking up the phone to your right
and dialing 911.
You look back out the glass as you press the
phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer
to you now.
You then drop the phone in shock.
There are no footprints in the snow.
It's his reflection.
You are home alone, and you hear on the news
about the profile of a murderer who is on the
loose.
You look out the sliding glass doors to your
backyard, and you notice a man standing out in
the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer
exactly, and he is smiling at you.
You gulp, picking up the phone to your right
and dialing 911.
You look back out the glass as you press the
phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer
to you now.
You then drop the phone in shock.
There are no footprints in the snow.
It's his reflection.
Op z'n flamingos. :7
Hallo, ik ben vanuit de toekomst!
Hoe kan dat? Zul je denken? Door de deeltjesversneler die is gemaakt door een atoom die sneller dan het licht ging.
Gaat iemand dit van jou horen, dan zal je helaas geëxecuteerd worden vanuit de toekomst, in jouw tijd bekent als een hartaanval.
Het gaat hier niet om, ik heb een dringende boodschap, maar ik kan hem niet vertellen, het enige dat ik je zou willen meegeven is het volgende.
Lees allee eerste woorden van de alineas en beantwoord de vraag, snel!!
Hoe kan dat? Zul je denken? Door de deeltjesversneler die is gemaakt door een atoom die sneller dan het licht ging.
Gaat iemand dit van jou horen, dan zal je helaas geëxecuteerd worden vanuit de toekomst, in jouw tijd bekent als een hartaanval.
Het gaat hier niet om, ik heb een dringende boodschap, maar ik kan hem niet vertellen, het enige dat ik je zou willen meegeven is het volgende.
Lees allee eerste woorden van de alineas en beantwoord de vraag, snel!!
IFG
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Red Eyes
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”
Red Eyes
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”
Deze is inderdaad erg goed.quote:
Beste die ik gelezen hebt.
You are home alone, and you hear on the news
about the profile of a murderer who is on the
loose.
You look out the sliding glass doors to your
backyard, and you notice a man standing out in
the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer
exactly, and he is smiling at you.
You gulp, picking up the phone to your right
and dialing 911.
You look back out the glass as you press the
phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer
to you now.
You then drop the phone in shock.
There are no footprints in the snow.
It's his reflection.
Deze ook.quote:
Mijn favoriet
Red Eyes
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”
Al zou het ook leuk zijn als mensen creepy plaatjes mochten posten. Dan hebben de mensen die niet echt veel fantasie hebben ook wat te doen behalve lezen
Pogo dancing!
Hoe post je plaatjes via mobiel?quote:
Al zou het ook leuk zijn als mensen creepy plaatjes mochten posten. Dan hebben de mensen die niet echt veel fantasie hebben ook wat te doen behalve lezen
Op z'n flamingos. :7
Mag dat niet dan?quote:
Al zou het ook leuk zijn als mensen creepy plaatjes mochten posten. Dan hebben de mensen die niet echt veel fantasie hebben ook wat te doen behalve lezen
Volgens mij gewoon een plaatje downloaden en dan uploaden naar een upload site? Ik weet niet echt heb er geen verstand van.quote:
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Hoe post je plaatjes via mobiel?
Creepypasta is toch alleen maar verhalen?quote:
Pogo dancing!
Verhalen plus afbeelding van het verhaal. Dan is het pas creepy.quote:
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Volgens mij gewoon een plaatje downloaden en dan uploaden naar een upload site? Ik weet niet echt heb er geen verstand van.
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Creepypasta is toch alleen maar verhalen?
Op z'n flamingos. :7
Ja dat is wel een goeie combinatiequote:
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Verhalen plus afbeelding van het verhaal. Dan is het pas creepy.
Al ben ik niet zo goed in verhaaltjes ik ben meer van de plaatjes Ik vind plaatjes ook vaak meer creepy, vooral van die verlaten gekkenhuizen enzo. Enuh.. jij bent de TS, dus sta jij het gebruik van afbeeldingen toe?
Pogo dancing!
Tuurlijk, alles om deze topic in leven te houdenquote:
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Ja dat is wel een goeie combinatie
Op z'n flamingos. :7
JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEJ~!quote:
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Tuurlijk, alles om deze topic in leven te houden
Pogo dancing!
Ik las net iets over een of andere site genaamd ''mortis.com'' het gerucht gaat dat als je daar bestanden download dat je dan dood gaat ofzo. Ik ben goedgelovig dus ik durf niet te kijken
Pogo dancing!
Je hebt een wachtwoord nodig om op die site te kunnen.quote:
Ik las net iets over een of andere site genaamd ''mortis.com'' het gerucht gaat dat als je daar bestanden download dat je dan dood gaat ofzo. Ik ben goedgelovig dus ik durf niet te kijken
In mijn volgende post, een verhaal van totaal 25 afbeeldingen.
/x/
Ja, 4chan, ik weet pedo blabla maar ik zit niet op /b/ alleen op /x/ (paranormal) sommige dingen daar zijn best creepy.
Pogo dancing!
quote:
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Je hebt een wachtwoord nodig om op die site te kunnen.
In mijn volgende post, een verhaal van totaal 25 afbeeldingen.
Zo is dat.
Wat is deze?quote:
[ afbeelding ]
/x/
Ja, 4chan, ik weet pedo blabla maar ik zit niet op /b/ alleen op /x/ (paranormal) sommige dingen daar zijn best creepy.
Eng, wel.
Zo is dat.
