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Alright, this one actually happened to me. It's a little spooky.
Both my parents died when I was 11, my dad had CF and died after he got an infection after his lung transplant, and my mom died about 6 months later in a car accident. So my brothers (who are both 5 years older than me) all decided to still live in our house and not move in with our grandparents or aunt. Anyway, about a month after my mom's funeral my brothers and I were all asleep when I heard something outside of my door. I looked up and saw my door was about half way open (which it never is, it's always closed) and I saw almost like a white figure kind of walking away. I could even see it's footprints on the carpet. When I yelled for my brothers, they both came running down the hall, and said that they saw something almost drifting into our parents room. They checked on me, and after seeing I was ok, we all went into my parents room, and on the bed was my dad's copy of a handwritten Bible that he bought, and a copy of my parent's wedding picture on their bed.
Although we never really knew what happened that night, we like to imagine that it was our parents checking in on us.
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My Scary Halloween Story
Well, I figure since im no good at making things up, ill describe something that happened to me once on halloween.
Well, I think it was 6 years ago when I used to live in another city. But anyways it happened to be halloween and city officials were warning kids/parents that a convict had escaped from the prison 10km outside of town and were urging parents to watch who they talk to and to be cautious, as he was in for a 25 sentence for second degree murder.
Well I forget the day halloween was on that year but it was on a school night and me being 10 went to a friends house to trick or treat. I had never been to his house before and never met his parents, but he told me that he doesn't see his dad to often. When I got to his house, the place wasnt very great, not the nicest house on the block and lots of stuff on the front yard. I ignored it thinking it was for halloween. When I knocked on the door, a big guy answered im guessing he was around 6'4 and weighed around 230 pounds. He asked me who I was and what I wanted and then my friend said I was his friend he was telling him about.
I went inside, and the house was a dump inside, literally. Trash everywhere, ripped furniture, smelled bad. But I kept everything to myself. We went in and watched some tv until it was a bit darker out. I tried asking him who the big guy was and he just said don't worry about it. When we went to get ready, the guy was no where to be found and I heard my friend ask his mom where he went and she said hes left again and to be careful. I asked what it was about and he yelled nothing so I assumed it was a family matter and it was non of my business
We started out in the sub-division not to far from his house and got alot of candy. Around 8:30 the police stopped us and started asking my friend a bunch of questions then turned to me and asked me a few to. When they left I dropped my bag and told him to tell me what was going on. All he said is my dad... I assumed something happened to him and just left it at that. We trick or treated until 9:15 then went back to his house. When we got there the cops were there and had the place taped up. There was an ambulance there also. The cops who talked to us before approached my friend and told him that his mom had been murdered and that he needs to go with them immediatly. He saw his mom come out in a body bag and started to cry and he came up to me and said that he wont be seeing me for a while. The cops took him into custody and told me I better go home. They offered me a ride but I said it's okay, I live a few blocks away.
I didn't want to take the trails home so I took a back street to get home. I could hear alot of sirens that night. I was 2 streets away from my house and I heard something behind me, when I looked I didn't see anything as it was to dark. I ignored it and walked faster. I heard footsteps coming from behind me and then I ran. I was coming off the backstreet and went up a main street. I saw a dark figure run through a feild and come out just ahead of me. I tried to find somewhere to run to but there was nowhere.
When the man came closer to me I saw he had a knive, and he came closer and I saw who it was. It was my friends dad. He was covered in blood and the knive was covered in blood as well. I backed up as much as I could but then hit a fence. I saw a light coming down the street then sirens turned on and I realized it was the cops. They got out of the car and captured him. They took me home to my parents and explained what happened.
After that I was never allowed by myself at night. The next day in the newspaper, I read the story that reporters had posted. The only thing I found out was that the mans name was Joe Clotz. After that I had nightmeres for 3 years, I would wake up and think he was in my room. But 2 months after it happened we moved away to where we lived now. The nightweres stopped finally. But that night, was the worst experience I have ever come across
Yeah I know, my story sucks. But at least im willing to describe something that happened to me. Thanks for reading
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The Farmers Fields
One night me and a few of my friends were bored silly. We decided to take a drive. It was pouring down with rain and it was a really bad night cold n pitch black.
We were driving along a main road not far from where i live and decided to take a detour along the backrounds off from the airport. We drove around the back rounds in the pitch black - just old dirt rounds the farmers use.
We kept driving just for the fun of it we usually went for long runs just for something to do but then my mate sean decided he was gonna go down a long section of a field had what could only be described as like huge corn field with really tall grass
So as we were drivign down we come to a massive old gate with a creepy looking sign says do not enter - PRIVATE LAND - NO TRESPASSING*
We laughed it off and kept driving but then the further we got down it seems we got lost (That happens a lot in Scotland too many fields). We drove a little further n came to a small wooden house with no lights - didnt seem to have any form of electricity either.
Drove past that and came to a big barn so we stopped there my mate got out the car to have a pee when we heard an almight scream "GET THE F**K OFF MY LAND" - with it being pitch black and us only being rather younger at the time all 3 of us shit ourslves as this
nutty looking man came from no where with a massive looking axe.
He swung with some mighty force and missed my mate - he didn't look normal at all. He was a white man that was pitch black swinging like he was possed.
We managed to get my mate back in the car but then the car wouldnt start as the physco farmer came at us punching the windows no lights anywhere to be seen no one to help us better believe we all got some fright.
Managed to get the car started and revearsed as far back as we could before driving into the corn to turn around - we got around and started to pound it back up the hill having a laugh about "haha we got away nothing he can do now" until a massive landrover came from no where with this nut job beeping his horn and screaming shouting about what he was going to do when he caught us.
I said its alright hes trying to scare us until the lunatic banged into the back of the car.
He chased us all the way to a cross roads and then his car vanished.
So word of warning if its says no tresspassing dont go there
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Takes a while to get into it, but i think its pretty well. My friend wanted to read more :P
My auntie owned a very expensive bungalow located in a posh area, it was all well with the baby on the way.
Some time sooner my auntie and her husband realised the bungalow was not all it was cracked up to be. They would hear noises in the night.
These noises became more frequent, more violent. One night family members stayed over, this is when everything became obvious, that the bungalow was haunted.
My father saw a small dark creature lurking under the windowsill, rocking forward and backward. Not changing motions even when he pointed to the window, waking up my mother in alarm.
My other auntie, that same night, went for a glass of water. Upon turning on the tap, one of the dining room chairs comes flying at her, causing her to shriek and duck with cover.
After these instances it became apparent, that the bungalow WAS haunted. A priest was brought to the house to bless it. Half way through this process he bellowed GET OFF THEM TRAINERS!
That night of the priest the actions became worse, more frightening. My auntie, more scared than ever gets chased out of the room. Whilst heading toward her husband downstairs, she tripped on the small stair leading to the kitchen. She fell so hard it caused her to have a miscarriage. This wasn’t all, but her husband had been knocked out cold, later to discover he is in a coma.
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My auntie owned a very expensive bungalow located in a posh area, it was all well with the baby on the way.
Some time sooner my auntie and her husband realised the bungalow was not all it was cracked up to be. They would hear noises in the night.
These noises became more frequent, more violent. One night family members stayed over, this is when everything became obvious, that the bungalow was haunted.
My father saw a small dark creature lurking under the windowsill, rocking forward and backward. Not changing motions even when he pointed to the window, waking up my mother in alarm.
My other auntie, that same night, went for a glass of water. Upon turning on the tap, one of the dining room chairs comes flying at her, causing her to shriek and duck with cover.
After these instances it became apparent, that the bungalow WAS haunted. A priest was brought to the house to bless it. Half way through this process he bellowed GET OFF THEM TRAINERS!
That night of the priest the actions became worse, more frightening. My auntie, more scared than ever gets chased out of the room. Whilst heading toward her husband downstairs, she tripped on the small stair leading to the kitchen.
She fell so hard it caused her to have a miscarriage. This wasn’t all, but her husband had been knocked out cold, later to discover he is in a coma.
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Have you ever played Hide n Seek in a graveyard ???
The GreyFriars graveyard in Edinburgh is full of tombs many people have mysteriously gone missing.
They have ghost n ghouls n witch tours n it all leads to tunnels under old Edinburgh.
When we were younger - all drunk n being silly played hide n seek in there one of my friends went missing and we searched for ages long after it was funny then we started to get worried. There was no sign of him and being in a graveyard that big in the pitch black isn't so much fun when you start to sober up - Its eary and creepy n scares the shit out of you
All of the headstones and tombs - the trees even looked evil. Every single noise you hear ever creak branch breaking all adds to the atmosphere of the game that went wrong.
My mate went into one of the open tombs but he said the door locked behind him as soon as he stepped in.
He screamed and shouted for hours punching lumps out of the door that wouldn't budge
It all leads to the under ground where all of these witchery tours n stuff go on it all leads to underground city
He said there was definatly something there watching over him keeping him in there not letting him go
He never spoke much about it bit it sure calmed him down cause he would come out or anything after it that was years ago now but i don't think he has drunk since - he may have possibly started praying although i don't know why it never done him any good that night - What ever happened to him changed him because he wasnt the same person after it
To this day we have no idea what went on in that room he was in but we decided non of us would be going back for a game of H n S anytime soon
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]The dwelling judge
A long time ago, there lived and worked a judge in Birmingham.
He was a strict but fair man, Who people feared, but respected.
One day his wife took him to a first wrong deed.
She had been terrorized by some children and wanted her revenge.
Unfortunately thereafter, there was no stopping the judge anymore
He forgot justice and let money determine what the truth was.
This went on for months like this and he started to forget how he used to solve his issues
But then came the day that an old wanderer who was sentenced to death shouted to him
-Just wait till you have to appear before gods judging!-
Everybody laughed at the old wanderer his treath, but the laughter ended them quickly when the judge suddenly was hit by a stroke and collapsed in their eyes.
The judge was buried, but still returned the same night back to his house.
He walked in the attic back and forth
His wife couldnt catch sleep and heard the steps up in the attic.
She was intensely listening to them and wondered what it could be.
When the clock of the church had beaten an hour, the judge decided to go down and decended the stairs.
He came to the door of his wife and slowely opened it
The wife of the judge saw the door of her room opening, as she still couldnt catch sleep of the strange noise from above
Ones the door was open, the candles extinguished by this unexpected gust of wind.
In the darkness saw the woman the eyes of the dead judge and they were burning from anger and hatred.
She was the one who convinced him into doing his first bad act which had led to his downfall
Ones the woman saw his apperance and his eyes, she fainted
The next morning, she came by and changed into an shacking old gray lady
She was shocked and scared of this strange turnout and went for advise and help to the local church
She begged the chaplain to exorcise the ghost
First the chaplain didnt believe in ghosts, but he was willing to support her
He went together with her to the house and they waited together till it became night
At exactely 12 o clock, they heard the footsteps again in the attic, and 15 minutes later they started decending again
Again the door opened very slowely and the candles were blown out
Ones the door was open, the same red, burning eyes were looking down on them
Then out of nowere can a cold, voice:
-What are you doing here, chaplain-
The chaplain was shocked, but kept his calmness and replied with a strong voice:
-I am here to exorcise you-
The ghost started laughing and answered
-you cannot exorcise me, chaplain. You dont have the right to do this. You also have got sins. Why dont you give first of all the knife back that you stole from your friend-
The chaplain was shocked of this reply, but wasnt going to back down.
-I cannot give back that knife- He replied [/i]-That person unfortunately died right after I stole that knife-[/i]
-I know- Answered the ghost and his cold icey laughter bounced through the room.
Total upset, the chaplain ran back to the church and told the priest what he had experienced.
The priest listened carefully while putting on his coat.
He wanted to see this spirit with his own eyes.
They ran to the house.
The front door stood open and ones entered the voice of the judge came to him in the hallway.
-What do you want, priest?-
-I am here to exorcise you- replied the priest, but ones again, the cold voice answered with the same laughter -you cannot exocise me, you stole a few carrots from a farmer his land-
-Yes indeed judge, but I placed money on his field for the carrots, I payed for them-
-He never found the money, so all your incantations will be useless-
Ones he the laughter of the judge was coming to an end, the door suddenly flew open again and in it appeared a very old Father with a white beard and glasses followed by the terrified wife of the judge. After the failing of the chaplain, she ran off to the monestary to seek for help.
The Father looked at the judge without any fear in his eyes and said very softely:
-I am here to exorcise you, judge. You can stay in the dome till you have to go for your last judgement-
The judge and the father looked eachother straight in the eyes for about 3 minutes, nothing said, nothing done, nothing moved, Till finally the judge replied: -You have power over me Father, I dont have anything to lay you on. Let me judge touch my house one last time and then I will follow you-
The judge touched with his right hand the table where his first bad act was signed on and with his left hand he touched the sholder of his wife. He started glowing like fire and his wife screaming it out from the pain. Then he relieced her, and left by following the old Father to the Dome.
The wife looked at her shoulder and the left hand was burned forever in her flesh now, as was his right hand in the table.
The following days she tried everything to fix the table, but how hard she actually tried, the hand never got removed, the same with her shoulder.
The judge was now doomed every night to go to the chapel and reading thick books by candlelight. If he ever would appear infront of the heavenly judges, he would want to defende himself. He still didnt understand the fact that infront of God he could defende himself with knowledge and rights and books, and that his defense would fail...
The End
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i had sex with a hooker and i forgot the condom
end true story
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^ I seen him
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A true life event, happened on the 3rd of March, 2005.
i sat in my room using my PC browsing the net and playing online poker, had my door shut it was about 8pm.
i hadnt left my room for maybe 2hrs, i all over a sudden felt a cold gush of wind even tho my window and door were closed.
i put a jumper on and ignored the cold
about 10mins later i decided to turn the radio on, the 2nd song was a classic so i turned it up a little.
when all of a sudden my door opens up and my grandma (who had passed 3 years earlier, almost to the exact date) was standing in the doorway.
i pretty much shit my pants, no joke, then i seen her mouth moving and she turned her head and just screamed at me, "Dont you know your sister needs help!", then the door slammed shut.
i sat there shaking for nearly a minute before i could push myself to a standing position, then i slowly walked out of my room and down the hall to the back of my house, where my sisters room was.
as i got nearer i heard her shower stop running, then a loud crack of glass and some other crashing, and my sister screamed.
i rushed in and my sister had slipped thru the shower glass and severed a major artery in her thigh, i managed to slow/stop the bleeding, enough to get her to the hospital in time with not too much blood loss, they kept her in for 3 days until she was stable.
the doctors told me if i hadve been maybe 1 to 2 mins slower in getting to her she might have bled to death. But thanks to my grandma she ended up fine but with a nasty scar on her one of her legs.
since that night i have seen my grandma 3 more times, but each time she has just smiled at me and faded away.
True Story, thanks for taking the time to have a read
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The inky black sky filled the air. As I came out of the woods, I heard a stick crack. I was sure it was just me so I kept on walking. I heard a hiss. I got a little suspicious. "Maybe I should go back," I said to myself, but somehow I kept on walking. As I came to the middle of the haunted houses I hear a growl. I knew I wasn’t alone. Slowly, I turned around. I got shivers up my back. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing! Its head was forming the shape of a snake, hundreds of snakes. Then dog heads appeared.
Just as I made up my mind that I was seeing a monster, one of the dog heads opened. I stared. My heart pounded faster and faster. I couldn’t move. A king cobra came out. Just as it was about to reach my feet, it stopped. It looked like it was staring at something. I turned around.
A dark brown blob was moving towards me. It was furry. It was huge. It was a bear! I was surrounded. I had no choice but to go into one of the haunted houses.
Here I was in a haunted house. It was dark. The moonlight cast weird shadows over the wall. I saw a window. I looked out it. Bang! The door slammed shut. I ran over and tried to open it. I couldn’t and that was when I noticed that I was locked in the haunted house with something out there, let’s call it a monster.
A breeze blew everywhere but there was no window or door I could see that was open. I saw a bright light coming out of a huge mirror. A cat jumped out. "How did it do that?" I wondered out loud. But then I saw that it was foggy gray, I could see through it! It was a ghost!
I tripped over something. I was just about to scream when I saw a dark shadow, but I noticed that it was someone I knew. It was Jessica! She came to me and said, "We have to get out of here."
"But how?" I asked.
"I saw a trapped door somewhere," she said. We went up the stairs to search.
"I found it!" I cried out. As we climbed through it started to move. Aaaaahhhhh! We screamed. We came flying out of the window. "Look, a trail," said Jessica. We found our way home by that trail and never went there again.
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True story. This did not happen during the Halloween though. This is story is a summary of what happened, some facts might be slanted because I was under the influence of alcohol at the time.
Right out of high school me and my three buddies(Jack, Peter, Alex and me) decided to take a Euro Trip. We were full with crazy ideas of what we were going to do there, unfortunately NOTHING and I repeat NOTHING went as we planned. So once we landed in Paris, we rented a car and traveled to South of France(Marseilles). On the way there, we stopped at one of the villages to spend a night there. The village people told us a story of a haunted chateau, which was located about 5 miles outside the village. Unfortunately you couldn't get there by car, you had to go through think forest area. So we decided why not visit the castle and see if the story is true. We though this could be a one day trip, but the villagers told us the forest area is very thick, so we would definitely have to spend a night there.
We packed food, tents, alcohol and a gasoline canister into one backpack and set out. Soon after we set out it started to get dim, so we quickly looked for a place to put our tent. We found a nice place by a little creek and quickly set up the tents and used gasoline to set up the fire. After that we started drinking and fooling around. After we got really drunk, Jack (one of my friends) noticed that our fire was extinguishing. So he took a canister of gasoline and directly started pouring it into the fire. The canister itself caught on fire and Jack just dropped it by the fire. We were afraid it was going to explode, so in panic Jack ran up to the fire and threw the flaming gasoline canister into the trees. The trees started to get caught on fire, we started yelling at Jack for causing this. Jack ran up to the canister again, and probably in attempt to throw it into the creek, Jack threw a canister toward us! Next moment, a burning rain of gasoline showered us!! It burned off all my chest and arm hair leaving a scar on my arm. We hurried to the creek to damp the can and get some water to stop the trees from burning down. As we were putting out a fire we saw a huge bear approaching our camp (I think it was attracted by the fire). Jack and Alex just ran for it (keep in mind that we are still drunk), I quickly climbed one of the burning trees. And Peter hid behind a tent. The bear ran up to my tree and started pushing it. I started yelling at Peter to distract the bear so I could jump down and run. Peter threw a stick at the bear and started running. The bear started chasing after him. I jumped down and grabbed some of my stuff and ran into the direction toward the Chateau. I met Jack and Alex there. We were torn between going back and looking for Peter or just staying at the Chateau. We decided to stay. All night we were talking about what happened to Peter. We decided that if he didn't die(which we thought was highly likely) he would run back to the village. As soon as it got lighter we decided to go back to the camp site and get our things and then got back to the village. When we got to the campsite, we found the bear asleep by our tent. We decide to quietly gather our things and leave. This was the scariest experience of my life!!(last night we were drunk so everything didn't seem as scary as it should've been). We managed to gather our things and even got the tent without waking the bear up. This was so scary!!! Then we ran back to the village hoping to find Peter there! Peter was fortunately there, uninjured.
Now this whole story might not seem very scary to you as a reader, but just for a second, imagine if you actually had to live through this mess!!!
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This story happened not a couple years ago, I was at a pub not to long ago and was drinking by myself enjoying the atmosphere and it was getting late. An older man came in and he looked two minutes from death and scared out of his mind. He sat down next to me at the bar and we started talking. I asked him why he looked so scared and all he was able to mutter was "Its almost time..." I didn't really know what to say so I dropped it. We kept drinking, well I was drinking and he was just pounding scotch on the rocks. It was about an hour from close and were still talking and I asked him again why he looked so scared. He spun around at me and looked me dead in the eyes with eyes like he had seen his whole family murdered. He said " Its almost time for his return..." this time though he continued with his story. He said long time ago around this time he live in the country in an old plantation house with his parents, an older sister, and his twin brother. He said one day he his twin brother and his sister were playing cowboys and indians in the woods when they came across a cave. They dared each other to go in and finally entered. They were crawling through the cave with his twin brother leading the way. He said they kept crawling until there was no light. When they all decided to go back, once they got out of the cave, he and his sister realized his twin brother was gone. They called into the tunnel and even crawled in a little but never found him. It was getting dark so they decided to return home, marking every tree on the path with a rock so they could return to the cave and look for their brother the next day. They finally got home and told their parents what happened. His parents were so distraught they sent for cops and search dogs. The search party with the family went into the woods following every marked tree to the cave. The dogs never caught scent and when the marks end there was no cave to be found, it had simply disappeared. They searched around and still never found the cave, they finally returned home. Well finally got over their brothers disappearance, then a year later he returned. He said after that he and sister shared a room because they were so scared. They were laying in bed trying to fall asleep when a dull red light appeared, they both looked up and their was their brother surrounded in a red glow. He said " since you let me die in that cave I will kill one of you every year... I will start with mom..." He then walked through the wall and where he walked there was a body print of blood. Then they heard screams and ran into their parents room, and saw their father covered in blood screaming. Their mother was covered in blood an dismembered here head through the bedpost looking at the door when they came in. They were scared out of their minds and the family decided to move. The next year the same time they saw their brother again he said I will now kill father... He then walked through the wall and blood appeared again. They heard their fathers muffled screams and ran into his room. They found his broken body dismembered laying on the bed covered in a pool of blood. They found a note written in blood that said you shouldnt have left me in the hole to suffer. They went to live with his grand parents and it continued like this for many years, until finally only his sister and he was left in their family, they were both grown and living on their own when he awoke in the middle of the night to his twin brothers ghost who said, two more left then I can rest. He then dissapered and left a pool of blood. He called his sister and his twin brother answered the phone, your too late... He received a phone call from the police the next day and when he went to see the remains her body had been burned and all that was left was a pulp. I butted in and asked how he had survived all those years. He said he was able to pass it on and survive by telling this story to one person every year, and his twin brother kills them instead of him every year...
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About 6 years ago, I had a boyfriend that lived in a big old house, located next door from his mom's. We used to go out very often, so I would spend the night there every now and then.
One night I was there, sleeping, when I heard Julian (my ex's name) leaving the bedroom. I didn't like to stay alone there in the middle of the night coz it was one of those old noisy houses, but I wasn't going to leave the bed just because I was scared.
So I did what I always do when it happens, I pull the blanket over my head and cross my arms under my body. About 1 minute later I heard him coming back, so when I could hear him close enough to know he was already inside the bedroom I asked for him to pick a glass of water up for me.
He started to laugh, while sitting at edge of the bed and trying to tickle my feet. I got pissed off, coz I knew he was laughing at me hidden under the blankets and was trying to make me move.Then he left again.
About 5 minutes later, I heard the door downstairs close, meaning that someone was getting in or out of the house.
If I was brave, I would have called him. I was so scared I was even afraid of crying...
So I heard the usual steps walking up the stairs, and asked him (yes, I was still under the blankets!): Where were you? Who was at the door?
Then he said: I went to my mom's house grab some crackers. As he sat back in bed, he asked: why, do you want anything?
I took the blankets off of me and looked at him with that a face that is far from sweet and charming and said: my water.
He looked at me thinking *she's crazy* and said: why didn't you ask me before?
I could punch him at that moment, and I said: I did, while you were laughing at me and tickeling me, deaf jerk.
I knew at that time something was wrong because his face became really serious, and he asked me: you are kidding me, right? As I got that scared face again and he saw I wasn't kidding with with him, he said I didn't hear you asking water, Dana.
At that moment all I wanted was to hear from me it was a joke. Instead he kept quiet. I said: that first time you came up here, right after you went downstairs, that you sat at the bed and were tickeling my feet and laughing, Juls, I told you to get me a glass of water.
He stood up and just said: get ready to go home. The room was big, the only light on was from a weak bedside lamp, and I can swear, I was set and ready in 10 seconds, so he held my hand and we left the house, he drove my car to my place and came up with me, neither of us were talking.
Then when we were both sitting on the couch at my place, I was still scared, with the TV on, he said: Dana, I didn't go upstairs twice. I left and went straight away to my mom, just coming back at that time you asked me if I had brought the water.
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I got a scary story
I am going to take scotsman up the *ss
