Spooky Story Time.

Sexy Beast

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It's October and Halloween is near...so it's about darn time for a scary story thread:

Back when Vietnam was raging, Mr. and Mrs. Horren had their only son, Jimmy, taken away from them. He was drafted by the US army, and was all too proud to serve the country. His father, however, had served in the Army during WWII, and knew that war could be hell.
Jimmy wrote his family once every two weeks for four months. Then, suddenly, the letters stopped coming. Two months went by, and not a single letter came. The Horrens were petrified, afraid something might have happened to their boy.
Just when they were about to give up hope, a letter came to them, sent from somewhere in North Vietnam. It read as follows:
Mom and Dad,
It's Jimmy. I've been taken prisoner and am being held in a POW camp in Vietnam. They are treating me very well here, so please don't worry. I love all of you. Please make sure little Billy gets the stamp for his collection. I'll write again as soon as I can.
Love, Jimmy
"Billy? Who's Billy?" Mrs. Horren wondered.
"It's a clue," said Mr. Horren. "He wants you to take off the stamp."
Mrs. Horren boiled a pot of water, and held the envelope over the steam. Slowly, the stamp peeled off. Mrs. Horren looked at the underside, and screamed. Written there, scrawled in red in Jimmy's handwriting, was.....
They've cut off my legs
 
o_O oh god. my wife read thsi and screamed. hahaha! that has happened before to one of my comrades fyi.
 
It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not wake up.

In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren’t being tortured.

The only way that they realized they needed to wake up was a note they found in their fantasy world.

It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to wake up.

Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and

please wake up
 
There once was a lonely man who lived in an apartment complex a couple floors up. One day, he looked at the apartment complex across from his. He saw a window covered by curtains. However, he could still make out an outline of a woman, who appeared to be dancing. Over the course of the following days, he would look longingly at the woman dancing, at what appeared to be day and night. He fell in love with her, and so, one day, he finally got up the courage and decided to visit her. He got dressed up, bought some flowers, and was ready to go. He went up to where her room was and knocked on the door. ...no reply. He knocked again. There was no answer. Starting to feel worried, he started to rush and slam into the door. Finally the door gave way and he was eternally mortified at what he saw. There was indeed a woman yes, but she was not dancing...

She had hung herself, and her body was just swaying in the wind (coming from an open window), giving off the illusion of dancing.
 
I'm gunna resurrect this sucker. Why? Because Halloweens on Saturday!


A few months ago a friend of mine, who is an up-and-coming nature photographer, decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. She wasn’t afraid of being alone, as she had camped by herself many times before. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day taking pictures. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip, but something was strange about them. What she saw in those pictures has stayed with her ever since, and she is still trying to recover from the trauma they have caused her.

Almost every picture was accounted for, save for one picture in each roll of film. These pictures were of her, asleep in her tent in the middle of the night.
 
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