Re: Ghosts
Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 4:41 pm
No way. And what's with Robert the doll?
I sure hope people actually post ACTUAL ghost stories and not some funny video with Rabbids in it.
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Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 4:02 am
Changed the topic.
I sure hope people actually post ACTUAL ghost stories and not some funny video with Rabbids in it.
I sure hope people actually post ACTUAL ghost stories and not some funny video with Rabbids in it.
Re: Ghosts
Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:03 am
Is it? I don't believe it.Tobbe wrote:Me too. It's called 'the brain'.Dimentio wrote:I believe in people's acual spirits
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 9:07 am
I recently heard something on the radio about a building in the north of Holland that used to be a prison, but is now used as workshop by painters.
The painters said they saw shadows slipping away at the end of a hallway sometimes and had the feeling they were watched.
The person that was speaking on the radio was a member of a team that investigates haunted places. She said that she experienced agressive ghosts that touch people or even push them.
Is this what you want to hear Shawn? ^-^
The painters said they saw shadows slipping away at the end of a hallway sometimes and had the feeling they were watched.
The person that was speaking on the radio was a member of a team that investigates haunted places. She said that she experienced agressive ghosts that touch people or even push them.
Is this what you want to hear Shawn? ^-^
Re: Ghosts
Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 12:51 pm
Shawn once posted a video, here it is. Quite boring actually, even though I'll grant you that doll ain't the kind of thing you'd want in your room.#Rubber mark# wrote:And what's with Robert the doll?
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Sun May 24, 2009 3:57 pm
Definitely.
BTW, I'll post another Tails Doll story directly from the site. This wasn't made by me.
The Jackson Residence - 8:21am
Suicide. At least, it should have been, thought Detective Norris as he stared numbly at
the young man's body, swaying gently in the air-conditioned room. The late Richard
Jackson had been home with his family the entire evening, going up to play video
games in his room at nine. His parents had been there the entire night, and the quaint
suburban home had been locked up tighter then a Scotsman's piggybank. Christ.
Someone would've heard if the goddamn kid was being murdered.
"Kids," mumbled Lieutenant Michaels, "one day they're playing baseball, next they're
hanging themselves. I blame rap music and video games."
"So you think Jackson killed himself?" mumbled Norris, gazing intently at the corpse.
"Well yeah," stuttered Michaels, suspecting that he had just missed something rather
obvious. "I mean, the kid's mom said he went upstairs to play his games. Next morning
he was hanging from the ceiling fan by a controller. He even left a note." The officer
motioned to a crumpled yellow post-it pad that read "I can't feel the sunshine."
"Then how do you explain his eyes, Michaels," interjected the detective, nodding
toward the blue head, lolling above the makeshift noose. Gold coins sparkled in its
eye sockets. "Are you saying that a suicidal boy calmly jammed two coins into his own
eyes before doing the hanging himself?"
"No, sir…" squeaked Michaels as he backed away from the detective.
All the pieces fit for this to be a suicide, save for those strange coins. Norris had heard
of some cultures placing money over the eyes of the deceased as a payment for
whatever reaper they believed in, but the man seriously doubted a young American
kid would have bought into that kind of hoodoo. A quick search of Richard's room
turned up no signs of occult interests. But then, what were those coins?
The detective reached up and carefully removed the golden discs. The eyes behind
them were the full of broken blood vessels. They resembled crimson rubies, thanks to
the nooses' serpentine grip.
Hold on, thought Norris. They weren't coins at all, but tokens.
Tokens bearing the face of some cartoon animal.
****
Dunkin Donuts - 10:00 am.
Norris sat alone in the local coffee shop, staring at rubbings of the tokens, savoring
the brief relief of a cup of joe. He had questioned Jackson's grieving mother about the
golden trinkets, but she swore that she had no idea where her late son had found
them. Maybe they were arcade tokens or something. Obviously the kid liked video
games. Hell, one was still running in his room when his lifeless body was found. The
game system was now in an evidence locker with the mysterious coins.
"Mom!"
Norris peered up to see a little boy being dragged by his mother across the coffee
shop. The boy was clutching a Game Boy or something, and he was staring wide-eyed
at the rubbings on the table.
"Mom! That man has pictures of Sonic," gibbered the child excitedly.
Norris glanced down at mascots that had embossed the tokens. "You know this
character?"
"Sure! It's Sonic the Hedgehog, the fastest thing alive," the boy ranted
enthusiastically, before his mother, wary of strangers, dragged him away. Sonic the
Hedgehog? What the hell is that? Some kinda cartoon?
Norris took a swig of coffee and nearly choked. There was something in his drink. He
spat out the bitter beverage and was horrified by what he saw.
Another Token.
***
The Police Station - 1:00 pm
Detective Norris sat in his cramped office fingering the mysterious token. No one at
the coffee shop had admitted to putting it in his drink, and the beverage had never left
his hands since he purchased the damn thing. This case was getting pretty queer,
and Norris was sure the tokens were the key.
Sighing, he reached out to his desktop, and googled the words "Sonic the Hedgehog."
The internet was lousy with entries. Apparently "Sonic" was some kind of videogame
character. "Figures," mumbled Norris, as the smirking, spikey visage of a blue
hedgehog appeared onscreen. It was the same as the ones on the tokens. Obviously,
Richard was a video-game junky, but the question remained, where did the poor kid
find the tokens? "Hopefully not in his coffee," chuckled Norris grimly.
He entered the words "Sonic the Hedgehog Tokens" into the search engines. After a
brief pause, the results came back.
"Sonic R…."
*Vrrrrr*
*Clink*
The computer's CD drive slid open, revealing yet another token.
***
The Jackson Residence - 5:00pm
He was back at the scene of the crime. The boy's body had been taken to the morgue,
but the room still radiated the chill of death. Richard's mother didn't understand why
the detective was back, but she trusted that he had his reasons.
Little did she suspect, Norris wasn't really sure either.
After considerable research, the detective had discovered that the tokens were part of
an old video game, called "Sonic R." It apparently wasn't a very good game - hell,
some asinine website called it "cursed" - but it was a game none the less. The odd
thing was that there was no mention on any site of the tokens being actual objects.
They were supposed be part of the game. Still, Norris had a hunch, and his hunches
were usually right, so he decided to check back with the Jacksons.
And there it was. Wedged with several other games on a dusty bookshelf, was a copy
of "Sonic R." As Norris reached for it, the setting sun cast swaying shadow across the
room. For a moment it looked as if the boy's corpse had returned, but it was simply a
cruel trick of the light.
He picked up the game, and opened it's slightly sticky jewel case. Inside, a shiny disk
glinted back at him.
Son of a Bitch! The CD was gone.
It was another token.
That made five in all.
The lights went out, leaving Norris in the comparative gloom of the dusk. He called to
Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, but there was no answer. They were probably in the basement,
looking for the circuit breaker.
*CLICK*
In the shadows near the bed, a small TV/VCR combo in the corner flickered to life. A
distorted fanfare warbled out of the tinny speakers, and the words "PREPARE FOR
CHALLENGER" faded onscreen. Bathed in the ambient blue light of the screen, Norris
cautiously stepped toward the television. Being a cop, he was not easily spooked, but
this was getting kind of eerie.
*CLICK*
The TV was off, once more.
The hairs on the back of Norris' neck began to rise defensively. The temperature
seemed to drop, and a red glow enveloped the room. The very air itself stank of
death, and all Norris could hear was the oppressive buzzing of flies.
Something very soft, and slightly fuzzy brushed up against his hand.
Detective Norris looked down and did something he had yet to do in his thirty years on
the force.
He screamed.
***
The Jackson Residence - 6:00pm
When the detective hadn't come down in nearly a half an hour, Mrs. Richardson
climbed the stairs to her late son's room to investigate. She hadn't heard a peep from
the man since his sudden arrival.
She put her ear to the door.
*Thump*
*Thump*
*Thump*
"Detective Norris?" she inquired through the closed door.
*Thump*
She carefully opened the door and peered inside. To her horror, Detective Norris's
body was hanging from the ceiling fan by his own necktie, his lifeless body bumping
idly against the wall.
*Thump*
Two gold tokens had been jammed into his eye sockets.
BTW, I'll post another Tails Doll story directly from the site. This wasn't made by me.
The Jackson Residence - 8:21am
Suicide. At least, it should have been, thought Detective Norris as he stared numbly at
the young man's body, swaying gently in the air-conditioned room. The late Richard
Jackson had been home with his family the entire evening, going up to play video
games in his room at nine. His parents had been there the entire night, and the quaint
suburban home had been locked up tighter then a Scotsman's piggybank. Christ.
Someone would've heard if the goddamn kid was being murdered.
"Kids," mumbled Lieutenant Michaels, "one day they're playing baseball, next they're
hanging themselves. I blame rap music and video games."
"So you think Jackson killed himself?" mumbled Norris, gazing intently at the corpse.
"Well yeah," stuttered Michaels, suspecting that he had just missed something rather
obvious. "I mean, the kid's mom said he went upstairs to play his games. Next morning
he was hanging from the ceiling fan by a controller. He even left a note." The officer
motioned to a crumpled yellow post-it pad that read "I can't feel the sunshine."
"Then how do you explain his eyes, Michaels," interjected the detective, nodding
toward the blue head, lolling above the makeshift noose. Gold coins sparkled in its
eye sockets. "Are you saying that a suicidal boy calmly jammed two coins into his own
eyes before doing the hanging himself?"
"No, sir…" squeaked Michaels as he backed away from the detective.
All the pieces fit for this to be a suicide, save for those strange coins. Norris had heard
of some cultures placing money over the eyes of the deceased as a payment for
whatever reaper they believed in, but the man seriously doubted a young American
kid would have bought into that kind of hoodoo. A quick search of Richard's room
turned up no signs of occult interests. But then, what were those coins?
The detective reached up and carefully removed the golden discs. The eyes behind
them were the full of broken blood vessels. They resembled crimson rubies, thanks to
the nooses' serpentine grip.
Hold on, thought Norris. They weren't coins at all, but tokens.
Tokens bearing the face of some cartoon animal.
****
Dunkin Donuts - 10:00 am.
Norris sat alone in the local coffee shop, staring at rubbings of the tokens, savoring
the brief relief of a cup of joe. He had questioned Jackson's grieving mother about the
golden trinkets, but she swore that she had no idea where her late son had found
them. Maybe they were arcade tokens or something. Obviously the kid liked video
games. Hell, one was still running in his room when his lifeless body was found. The
game system was now in an evidence locker with the mysterious coins.
"Mom!"
Norris peered up to see a little boy being dragged by his mother across the coffee
shop. The boy was clutching a Game Boy or something, and he was staring wide-eyed
at the rubbings on the table.
"Mom! That man has pictures of Sonic," gibbered the child excitedly.
Norris glanced down at mascots that had embossed the tokens. "You know this
character?"
"Sure! It's Sonic the Hedgehog, the fastest thing alive," the boy ranted
enthusiastically, before his mother, wary of strangers, dragged him away. Sonic the
Hedgehog? What the hell is that? Some kinda cartoon?
Norris took a swig of coffee and nearly choked. There was something in his drink. He
spat out the bitter beverage and was horrified by what he saw.
Another Token.
***
The Police Station - 1:00 pm
Detective Norris sat in his cramped office fingering the mysterious token. No one at
the coffee shop had admitted to putting it in his drink, and the beverage had never left
his hands since he purchased the damn thing. This case was getting pretty queer,
and Norris was sure the tokens were the key.
Sighing, he reached out to his desktop, and googled the words "Sonic the Hedgehog."
The internet was lousy with entries. Apparently "Sonic" was some kind of videogame
character. "Figures," mumbled Norris, as the smirking, spikey visage of a blue
hedgehog appeared onscreen. It was the same as the ones on the tokens. Obviously,
Richard was a video-game junky, but the question remained, where did the poor kid
find the tokens? "Hopefully not in his coffee," chuckled Norris grimly.
He entered the words "Sonic the Hedgehog Tokens" into the search engines. After a
brief pause, the results came back.
"Sonic R…."
*Vrrrrr*
*Clink*
The computer's CD drive slid open, revealing yet another token.
***
The Jackson Residence - 5:00pm
He was back at the scene of the crime. The boy's body had been taken to the morgue,
but the room still radiated the chill of death. Richard's mother didn't understand why
the detective was back, but she trusted that he had his reasons.
Little did she suspect, Norris wasn't really sure either.
After considerable research, the detective had discovered that the tokens were part of
an old video game, called "Sonic R." It apparently wasn't a very good game - hell,
some asinine website called it "cursed" - but it was a game none the less. The odd
thing was that there was no mention on any site of the tokens being actual objects.
They were supposed be part of the game. Still, Norris had a hunch, and his hunches
were usually right, so he decided to check back with the Jacksons.
And there it was. Wedged with several other games on a dusty bookshelf, was a copy
of "Sonic R." As Norris reached for it, the setting sun cast swaying shadow across the
room. For a moment it looked as if the boy's corpse had returned, but it was simply a
cruel trick of the light.
He picked up the game, and opened it's slightly sticky jewel case. Inside, a shiny disk
glinted back at him.
Son of a Bitch! The CD was gone.
It was another token.
That made five in all.
The lights went out, leaving Norris in the comparative gloom of the dusk. He called to
Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, but there was no answer. They were probably in the basement,
looking for the circuit breaker.
*CLICK*
In the shadows near the bed, a small TV/VCR combo in the corner flickered to life. A
distorted fanfare warbled out of the tinny speakers, and the words "PREPARE FOR
CHALLENGER" faded onscreen. Bathed in the ambient blue light of the screen, Norris
cautiously stepped toward the television. Being a cop, he was not easily spooked, but
this was getting kind of eerie.
*CLICK*
The TV was off, once more.
The hairs on the back of Norris' neck began to rise defensively. The temperature
seemed to drop, and a red glow enveloped the room. The very air itself stank of
death, and all Norris could hear was the oppressive buzzing of flies.
Something very soft, and slightly fuzzy brushed up against his hand.
Detective Norris looked down and did something he had yet to do in his thirty years on
the force.
He screamed.
***
The Jackson Residence - 6:00pm
When the detective hadn't come down in nearly a half an hour, Mrs. Richardson
climbed the stairs to her late son's room to investigate. She hadn't heard a peep from
the man since his sudden arrival.
She put her ear to the door.
*Thump*
*Thump*
*Thump*
"Detective Norris?" she inquired through the closed door.
*Thump*
She carefully opened the door and peered inside. To her horror, Detective Norris's
body was hanging from the ceiling fan by his own necktie, his lifeless body bumping
idly against the wall.
*Thump*
Two gold tokens had been jammed into his eye sockets.
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Mon May 25, 2009 1:25 am
I read some of that post but Tails doll is just for teh lulz bullshit, amirite?
LOL at Robert the Doll, just burn the fuckin thing.
LOL at Robert the Doll, just burn the fuckin thing.
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:58 pm
This is the creepiest video I have ever seen.
http://sonicocyborg.deviantart.com/art/ ... R-26675347
http://sonicocyborg.deviantart.com/art/ ... R-26675347
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 5:14 am
That Tails doll thing is the embodiment of the degeneration of the Sonic fandom.
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Fri Jun 05, 2009 1:00 am
lol I think you mean Sonic X.
I still like Sonic, btw. Not like most people, though.
I still like Sonic, btw. Not like most people, though.
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Sat Jun 06, 2009 3:22 pm
Didn't scare me.Shawn wrote:This is the creepiest video I have ever seen.
http://sonicocyborg.deviantart.com/art/ ... R-26675347
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 1:21 pm
The comments are just hilarious... what a bunch of easily-spooked halfwits.
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 1:38 pm
Apparently there was a voice, that I didn't hear.. I was listening Jason Mraz at the same time, that could have been the reason.
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 3:57 pm
Everything is just fucking lame in that video. The font, the text, the voice, the graphic effects, and more than anything else, its unbearable slowness. I can't believe I live in the same planet as the one who created it.
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 7:11 pm
Once there was a boy... he suicided.
THE END
THE END
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 7:55 pm
Once there was this guy, who walked into a haunted manison...
SUDDENLY... he got bored and went out.
SUDDENLY... he got bored and went out.
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:12 pm
Somehow I feel even more bored reading the previous two posts in this topic than watching that 'ghost' video. Wow.
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:16 pm
lolHunchman801 wrote:I can't believe I live in the same planet as the one who created it.
I try not to think too logically when reading a ghost story. It makes it more enjoyable than just laughing at it.
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 8:20 pm
I'll make another one... to Aaaaaaaaaallll my fans!! 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2U8yfKM ... re=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2U8yfKM ... re=related
Re: Post ghost stories
Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 6:35 pm
The story Shawn did was as scary as Hell.
I saw a ghost. I saw a blue tail.
I saw a ghost. I saw a blue tail.