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Waarom schrok iedereen? Ik zit op iPod. Ik vond hem niet heel eng of zo.quote:Op dinsdag 11 oktober 2011 22:14 schreef contactdoos het volgende:
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Ik schrok me laveloos... allemachtig.. geen goed idee, voor een donkere avond...
En toch kan ik hier niet wegblijven......
Zo is dat.
Op iPod doet ie het niet goed.quote:Op dinsdag 11 oktober 2011 22:31 schreef TrollenFTW het volgende:
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Waarom schrok iedereen? Ik zit op iPod. Ik vond hem niet heel eng of zo.
Wristbands
When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.
There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.
The doctor said, "That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?"
The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, "Something like this?"
When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.
There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.
The doctor said, "That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?"
The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, "Something like this?"
Cat Eyes
The eyes of a cat are windows to your soul. They can see other dimensions, they can see your aura, and what's wrong with you.
A cat knows when you are happy, when you are in bad health, when you are troubled, or when you are hungry. He knows when you are feeling magnanimous, and he knows when you are about to die.
It's fortunate that cats can't talk, because you have a lot of secrets. The cat knows.
The eyes of a cat are windows to your soul. They can see other dimensions, they can see your aura, and what's wrong with you.
A cat knows when you are happy, when you are in bad health, when you are troubled, or when you are hungry. He knows when you are feeling magnanimous, and he knows when you are about to die.
It's fortunate that cats can't talk, because you have a lot of secrets. The cat knows.
Eens kijken wie alert is..
Somewhere in West Philadelphia , you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.
After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles , and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.
With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will think that cabs like these are rare, don't say anything about it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be somewhere between 7 and 8 o'clock, even though it will feel like you've been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say 'Yo homes, smell ya later!', but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.
If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.
Somewhere in West Philadelphia , you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.
After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles , and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.
With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will think that cabs like these are rare, don't say anything about it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be somewhere between 7 and 8 o'clock, even though it will feel like you've been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say 'Yo homes, smell ya later!', but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.
If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.
Hehe.quote:Op dinsdag 11 oktober 2011 23:09 schreef Phenom4Ever het volgende:
Eens kijken wie alert is..
Somewhere in West Philadelphia , you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.
After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles , and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.
With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will think that cabs like these are rare, don't say anything about it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be somewhere between 7 and 8 o'clock, even though it will feel like you've been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say 'Yo homes, smell ya later!', but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.
If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.
Singer
So last night I couldn't sleep. It was probably because I had some soda before bed. I tried going on the computer but the internet was down. I tried watching some television but it was all white noise (weird for Digital Cable). That is when I heard it. It sounded like a woman singing and it was coming from my attic. I couldn't find a light so I grabbed the closest source of light I could find (which was my camcorder, didn't film anything though). I used the nightvison to make my way to the attic. When I made my way inside the singing stopped. I thought about going back downstairs and back to bed but I had already made it this far. I began to walk through the basement and towards the second door (the attic is divided into two rooms).
When I got close i heard this thumping sound. When I reached for the door it got reeeeaaaalllly cold and I began to shiver like hell. I opened the door and made my way in (there was this nonexistent entry hall that led into the room). I looked around but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. That was until I checked the alcove to the right of the door. There was something standing in the corner of the room banging its head against the wall.
I let out a gasp and the thing turned around. It looked right at me. It didn't get a good look at it but there was something that stuck out to me. It had no jaw. I didn't even wait a second to haul ass the **** out of there. I made sure to lock the door behind me (and bolt the ladder closed). I ran outside and jumped in my car. I drove to a local car park and called my parents (they are living in tokyo for two more months. I'm housesitting for them). I told her what happened and she got all freaked out and said something to the extent of "It came back" and hung up. I'm staying at a hotel for a couple days and I keep hearing things. It sounds like singing and it's coming from room above me.
So last night I couldn't sleep. It was probably because I had some soda before bed. I tried going on the computer but the internet was down. I tried watching some television but it was all white noise (weird for Digital Cable). That is when I heard it. It sounded like a woman singing and it was coming from my attic. I couldn't find a light so I grabbed the closest source of light I could find (which was my camcorder, didn't film anything though). I used the nightvison to make my way to the attic. When I made my way inside the singing stopped. I thought about going back downstairs and back to bed but I had already made it this far. I began to walk through the basement and towards the second door (the attic is divided into two rooms).
When I got close i heard this thumping sound. When I reached for the door it got reeeeaaaalllly cold and I began to shiver like hell. I opened the door and made my way in (there was this nonexistent entry hall that led into the room). I looked around but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. That was until I checked the alcove to the right of the door. There was something standing in the corner of the room banging its head against the wall.
I let out a gasp and the thing turned around. It looked right at me. It didn't get a good look at it but there was something that stuck out to me. It had no jaw. I didn't even wait a second to haul ass the **** out of there. I made sure to lock the door behind me (and bolt the ladder closed). I ran outside and jumped in my car. I drove to a local car park and called my parents (they are living in tokyo for two more months. I'm housesitting for them). I told her what happened and she got all freaked out and said something to the extent of "It came back" and hung up. I'm staying at a hotel for a couple days and I keep hearing things. It sounds like singing and it's coming from room above me.
Eigenlijk moet ik dit soort dingen niet lezen voordat ik naar bed ga, maar ik kan het echt niet laten. 
Ik scrollde er net snel doorheen en hoorde keihard geklik. Ik durf niet!quote:
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Ja, ga hem nog maar eens lezen met de computer.
The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
Leuk om te lezen terwijl je op zolder zit, en er nog een zolderkamer isquote:
Singer
So last night I couldn't sleep. It was probably because I had some soda before bed. I tried going on the computer but the internet was down. I tried watching some television but it was all white noise (weird for Digital Cable). That is when I heard it. It sounded like a woman singing and it was coming from my attic. I couldn't find a light so I grabbed the closest source of light I could find (which was my camcorder, didn't film anything though). I used the nightvison to make my way to the attic. When I made my way inside the singing stopped. I thought about going back downstairs and back to bed but I had already made it this far. I began to walk through the basement and towards the second door (the attic is divided into two rooms).
When I got close i heard this thumping sound. When I reached for the door it got reeeeaaaalllly cold and I began to shiver like hell. I opened the door and made my way in (there was this nonexistent entry hall that led into the room). I looked around but couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. That was until I checked the alcove to the right of the door. There was something standing in the corner of the room banging its head against the wall.
I let out a gasp and the thing turned around. It looked right at me. It didn't get a good look at it but there was something that stuck out to me. It had no jaw. I didn't even wait a second to haul ass the **** out of there. I made sure to lock the door behind me (and bolt the ladder closed). I ran outside and jumped in my car. I drove to a local car park and called my parents (they are living in tokyo for two more months. I'm housesitting for them). I told her what happened and she got all freaked out and said something to the extent of "It came back" and hung up. I'm staying at a hotel for a couple days and I keep hearing things. It sounds like singing and it's coming from room above me.
quote:Footsteps aren’t an uncommon thing to hear when you’re sitting in a basement, so I think nothing of it when I hear quiet thuds coming from my upstairs hallway. I just assume it’s my brother, and continue doing whatever pointless little thing I was doing at the time. They go on for another couple minutes, and I’m starting to get pissed off. They keep getting louder and louder and I sigh, wondering what the hell my brother’s doing this late at night. I sit there, because it’s impossible to focus with the racket. I mean, it sounds like someone’s power walking all over my main floor.
I sit there and listen as the thumps get faster and wilder. They just keep moving, almost starting to form a rhythm. They move even faster and get even wilder and they’re thumping all over my main floor. I realize that whatever this is, it can’t be human. No human can move like that.
“What the fuck?!” I finally yell. After that, all the noises stop. Everything is quiet for a moment, and then I hear calm, slow footsteps moving to my basement door. The door is pushed open, and the footsteps stop again. I listen to my breathing for the next three minutes, then sigh, thinking it’s over. Turns out something else was listening, too. Suddenly I hear it thudding down the stairs, and I knock my chair over in my haste to stand up. I start to run towards the nearest closet, just in time to see a grotesque, hairless, four-legged creature, dancing towards me, tapping it’s swollen feet in an intoxicating rhythm. I dive into the closet and slam the door shut. There’s a half-second pause and then I hear that same rhythm on the door.
It just keeps going and going with no pause, no rests, no relief. He’s been at it for hours now, and I find myself tapping my fingers along with his song. But then, just as suddenly as it began, it ends. I wait for a few moments, then look out. He’s gone. I flip on a light and fall into a chair. It’s safe. I relax and think for a few moments. But then I notice my foot tapping. Maybe this song isn’t so bad, I almost like it enough to dance to it. So I drop down on my hands and feet, and I start.
The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
Ik vond hem eigenlijk wel meevallenquote:
Kak... Zelfs ik kreeg hier rillingen van
http://comic.naver.com/we(...)17&no=31&weekday=thu
Dit inderdaad.quote:
Op
The stories and information posted here are artistic works of fiction and falsehood.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
Only a fool would take anything posted here as fact.
Je mist wat!quote:Op woensdag 12 oktober 2011 18:02 schreef kevin66166 het volgende:
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Vandaar dat ik hem ook wel mee vond vallen, want ik zit op ipad
Geen angst hebben.quote:
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Vandaar dat ik hem ook wel mee vond vallen, want ik zit op ipad
Op z'n flamingos. :7
Zegt degene die zich Jadusable noemt.quote:
(de auteur van 'The Haunted Majora's Mask Cartridge, a.k.a. BEN')
With bloody fists I'll batter like a ten ton hammer, son.
Ik kan nu even geen goede creepypasta's vinden 
Heb al velen goede gepost and i'm almost out of ammo
Kom maar op met wat leuke verhalen
Heb al velen goede gepost and i'm almost out of ammo
Kom maar op met wat leuke verhalen
No shit broquote:
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Zegt degene die zich Jadusable noemt.
(de auteur van 'The Haunted Majora's Mask Cartridge, a.k.a. BEN')
I Did Not Want This For Him.
Speciaal voor jou man.quote:
Ik kan nu even geen goede creepypasta's vinden
Heb al velen goede gepost and i'm almost out of ammo
Kom maar op met wat leuke verhalen
Omdat je zo actief meedoet. 
The Funhouse Mummy
The Myth:
A prop at a carnival was discovered not to be
made of the usual combination of papier mache
and carni spit, but human skin and bone. All the
little kiddies at the haunted house had been
poking and giggling at a real, mummified dead
body.
The Truth:
Apparently the smell wasn’t just coming from
the convict manning the corndog stand. Back in
1976, a camera crew filming an episode of The
Six Million Dollar Man began to set up in the
haunted house at the Nu-Pike Amusement Park
in Long Beach, Calif.
As they were moving aside a "hanging man"
prop, they accidentally knocked off its arm and
discovered human bones inside. Bionic, this poor
sap wasn’t.
The story gets stranger.
The body was actually
that of criminal mastermind Elmer McCurdy,
who was killed in a shootout after robbing a
train in 1911. The princely sum old Elmer got
killed for? $46 (and two jugs of whiskey).
McCurdy was embalmed by the local undertaker,
and apparently the guy was so darn pleased with
his work that he propped up the corpse in the
funeral home as evidence of his skills. People
were charged 5 cents to see the corpse, which
they paid by dropping a nickel in the cadaver’s
mouth. Remember that little bit of history the
next time somebody turns their nose up at you
for liking Hostel 2.
Think it can’t get any stranger? Oh, you naïve
fool.
After several years of raking in the nickels
(how exactly these coins were retrieved after
being dropped into the corpse’s mouth is
something probably best left to the imagination)
our enterprising undertaker’s scheme was
ruined when McCurdy's brothers showed up to
claim him. Of course, these guys weren’t his
brothers at all, but wily carnival promoters.
From that point on, McCurdy’s mummy went on
a morbid mystery tour all around America,
popping up at carnivals all over the country
before finally coming to rest in Long Beach.
McCurdy is now buried in Oklahoma. Because
McCurdy apparently had the most entertaining
corpse in history, they prevented anyone else
from taking him on tour by dumping concrete on
top of the casket. No, really.
Op z'n flamingos. :7
