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A man worked alone at a light-house with his fifteen year-old son. One stormy night he realized he was in dire need of supplies; food, water, propane for the generator, and decided to head into town. Since the man lived twenty miles from the nearest neighbor and thirty from the nearest store he thought that it would be best to leave his son alone. He told his son to be safe, to lock the door, and to stay in his room where it was safe.
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When he had driven almost thirteen miles he saw a single cloaked figure standing on a hill. He could not make out who or what this figure was through the downpour. Eventually as he drew closer he notice a long scythe, and with a clasp of lightening he saw the hooded figure for what it really was. Frozen in fear the car started to veer off the road. As he managed to regain control he noticed that the figure was beckoning to him.
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The man feared more what would happen to his son than himself, so he turned the car around and raced back home. When he got inside he locked the door and called to his son weeping. When he found his son he embraced him fear that this would be the last time he would be able to do so, as he did this he told his son to remain in his room until he called him or mourning came. Just then the door broke to splinters and the figured walked in. In the dimly lit room the man could clearly see the disfigured skull and the long sharp scythe. He knew his time was up and stood to face the figure honorably.
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The figure then spoke, “I am sorry to have frightened you on the road; your time has not yet come.”
Flooded with relief the man called to his son and asked why the figure had been beckoning to him.
The figure went on to say, “I merely wished to inquire where I might find your son.” -
Here's Another Coming
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It started with my friend in Japan. He was a hacker and pirate and always left his computer on, along with AIM and MSN. When he logged out on both, I assumed his computer finally died from overload. It was then I noticed all his posts on our favorite sites were gone. All his accounts, all his videos, all his comments.
Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Nathan and I’m a shut-in. Agoraphobia. I live in North Carolina and I program for a living. My sister does the shopping for me and I live in a basement. No windows. That might very well be the only thing that’s keeping me safe. -
I woke up a month ago, at 3 AM and sat down at my desk, ready to work a bit but mostly chat. That’s when I noticed KaosSrida was gone. I don’t know his real name so don’t bother asking. Besides some spelling issues, he was a fairly good English speaker and I enjoyed talking to him. He also knew everything about computers, stuff I could never imagine possible.
That’s why I wasn’t worried. It was well within his expertise to hack into sites and delete his own posts. I assumed he had gotten sick of the internet. He’d been complaining about it for years.
I tried discussing his disappearance with a mutual friend. He seemed confused, like he was forgetting who Kaos was. This friend was really old. I worried about his mental health. I decided to let it go and talk about sports a bit.
By this time, three or four people had stopped logging on. Not the most unusual thing in the world. People got busy sometimes or just didn’t feel like talking. Only, their posts disappeared as well. -
Now, it had been a couple of days since Kaos went missing. And I was getting fairly freaked out so I turned off the computer and watched TV for a while.
That’s when shit got scary.
One of the news anchors was gone. The other would sometimes look to the spot her patner should be and look confused for a while, only to return to speaking as usual. A local show called Three Sisters or something, was now Two Sisters. And yes, the third sister was gone. As with the news, sometimes there would be times where the third sister was important and for a moment they seemed to remember. But then they just kept acting. A cooking show just showed the studio, with no host. -
I am a rational man and I was quick to rationalize everything. The news anchor wasn’t used to working alone while her partner was sick and the show with the sisters was part of a plot, I wouldn’t know, I didn’t watch it. The cooking show was harder to explain. Perhaps they left the camera running while they had to leave for some reason, and the network guys didn’t notice.
I had calmed myself and decided to watch something else. I got a TV guide my sister had gotten me and flipped through it. That’s when I noticed the freakiest thing yet. The Two Stooges. I stared blankly at the name, squished between an old britcom and one of those shows about how good the fifties were.
It was soon to start so I flipped over to the channel. Sure enough, the title screen said The Two Stooges. Surely, this was some joke or a rip off.
But no. It started as I remembered it. Only with a stooge less.
I freaked out and turned off the TV. -
So here I am. It’s been a month and around a hundred people are missing that I know of. My sister is gone as well. I’m posting this in every site I can, hopefully reaching as many people as I can. If you can notice the people missing as well, my name is Nate Creek and I live in a small town in North Carolina, please PM me as soon as possible.
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“Hey Bob. Bob, help me out here.”
The man stared at the computer screen, furrowing his eyebrows.
“What do want, Jim?”
Bob walked over to him, a bored look on his face.
“One of the AIs has a glitch.”
“How so?”
“I deleted several other AIs and an entertainment pack so I could install the new versions but this AI didn’t delete its memories and is panicking. I thought it was the lack of a support AI because I deleted the sister file as well, but the memory logs show it started much sooner. He’s been at his computer for hours.” -
“What’s he doing? Working? Creative writing?”
“Autobiographical-diary, it says. I thought we didn’t install that module on this one.”
“It’s probably a glitch of some sort. Just delete and do a clean install with the others.”
Jim sighed.
“I kinda liked this one.”
“It’s just a program Jim. It’s not like it’s sentient.”
Jim watched the visual representation of Nate_Creek_5 type furiously.
“I guess you’re right, Bob.”
Jim right clicked the AI and choose delete. -
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That the end of that one. Does anyone want more?
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Nice
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I've read them both. Great though👍👍👍 more noms please
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...and there was me thinking it was going to end with Nate insulting DAS Hyena and then
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Another one coming up 👌
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I live in an apartment building in a moderately big city. I live on the top floor in a 5-story building, as most of the other ones around here are. My apartment is a one bedroom with a fairly large living room with big windows out towards the street and the opposing building.That building has a small parking lot up front, so it is not directly across from mine, which I kind of like because of the privacy.
Being a night owl, I like to sit up late with my laptop. Sometimes I peek out the window at the building across, looking for lit windows, wondering if anyone else out there is doing the graveyard shift. Last night, I wish I hadn’t. -
I usually sit with my laptop facing the windows. For the last couple of nights I had, in the corner of my eye, been seeing a sparely lit window in the building across, and in it, some sort of movement. Last night, my curiousness got the best of me, so I put my computer down and went over to the window to check it out. Surely enough, you could see someone waving, but just barely. The window was dimly lit but you could definitely see some movement. I thought about it for a second and went to get a pair of binoculars. After some searching I found a pair and went back to the window and put them to my eyes.
I located the window and got a better look at what was in it. It appeared to be a person, lit up by a candle. I couldn’t make out the person’s face, but he was waving. At me apparently, because after I had locked on to him with the binoculars he stopped with waving for a second and then pointed at me. I felt a chill go down my spine.
This was fucking creepy. -
He pointed at me, and then made a circling motion with his finger. He kept doing this over and over until I realized he was signaling for me to turn around. I reacted out of instinct and quickly turned around as if I really were expecting something to lurk behind me. Nothing was there but darkness, obviously, so i just chuckled to myself and turned back to the window with my binoculars only to find it empty, except for the candle slowly fading out.
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I jumped back and dropped the binoculars on the floor, the loud noise of the impact spooking me even more.”What…the…fuck?”, I thought to myself as I went back to my computer. I put on some music to calm me down, surfed around a bit more until I looked at the time and realized it was about to get light out, I put my computer down and made my way through a small hallway that led to my bathroom. I didn’t have any lights on, but as I approached the bathroom I noticed a flickering light underneath the door. My body froze. Even if I did forget to turn off the bathroom light, a lightbulb could not produce that kind of lightning. I slowly walked up to the door, took a deep breath and lightly pushed the door open. I stepped inside and to my horror I found a candle sitting on the sink, revealing a message scribbled on the mirror: “NEVER TURN AROUND”.
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Read all these. But they're good. Well done.
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Ohhhh fuck that last one
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I bet it's nearly impossible to find one you haven't read haha. And thanks
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OMFG IM GONNA HAVE SOME F'ED UP NIGHTMARES TONIGHT!!😰 but those were very good, great twists and turns. I got the chills a few times, you should do this more often.
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🔥ʗɧɑıɲeɗӈuɲʈer🔥 wrote:
Creeped me out..Ohhhh fuck that last one
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Jeff 🍆 Newton wrote:
Pretty much. I've even read The entire SCP database. If you haven't heard of SCP... Your welcome!I bet it's nearly impossible to find one you haven't read haha. And thanks
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💚ǤƦєɛɲՊɑɳҳ℘ℎıƖҽ wrote:
It's my favorite place to be. Read one every night before bed. They keep the nightmares away.Jeff 🍆 Newton wrote:
Pretty much. I've even read The entire SCP database. If you haven't heard of SCP... Your welcome!I bet it's nearly impossible to find one you haven't read haha. And thanks
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Dr. Seuss wrote:
Haha really?! Didn't know anyone else here would be aware of secure, contain, protect!💚ǤƦєɛɲՊɑɳҳ℘ℎıƖҽ wrote:
It's my favorite place to be. Read one every night before bed. They keep the nightmares away.Jeff 🍆 Newton wrote:
Pretty much. I've even read The entire SCP database. If you haven't heard of SCP... Your welcome!I bet it's nearly impossible to find one you haven't read haha. And thanks
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