The unofficial, official, scary/creepy story thread.

I'll start. "The Expressionless In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white gown covered in blood. Now this in itself should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention. But there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror. The first, being that she wasn’t exactly human. She resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up. That’s the other reason people were throwing up or fleeing in terror. She had a kitten clenched in between her teeth, her jaws clamped so unnaturally tightly around it to the point where no teeth could be seen, the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed. From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors had thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds. But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff holding her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression. She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled. As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the womans mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage… The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking “What in the hell are you?” She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling. There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway. As he heard them, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular & letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood. She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes. She leaned closer and whispered in his ear. “I…am….God….” The doctors eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one. The female doctor who survived the incident named her “The Expressionless”. There was never a sighting of her again. " [img]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5em1k2Zvt1qjs0t8.jpg[/img]

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One night, a couple of years ago, I was in my room, having gone to bed at an unseasonably early hour. I was living in my parents house at the time, but I was the only one there. As I was drifting to sleep, I heard someone walking around downstairs and some rustling about. This was strange, since I could have sworn I had set my house alarm, and I wasn't expecting anyone. I was too tired to investigate, so in my mind I told myself that maybe one of my sisters was coming home or my grandparents were staying over; I'm sure my mom had mentioned it, but it's rare that I listen to her drone on and on about whatever banality she had called me about that day. I listened to the noises long enough to decide that whomever was there wasn't stealing anything, and probably wasn't a threat. The next day, I woke up and stumbled into the bathroom at about 8 am to start my morning routine. As I lifted the toilet seat up, I found a GIANT turd that someone had clearly left sitting there for a few hours. And this thing, man; this thing was huge. Baby arm huge. I dry heaved for a moment before I realized that not only was there a giant piece of shit in my toilet, but no toilet paper as well. I did a quick wipe check to see if maybe I had started to sleep shit with an amazing degree of accuracy, but it came back clean. I instantly went from confusion to outrage, since this meant that whomever came into my house last night decided that they were familiar enough with my domicile to shit in my bathroom and not even have the decency to flush. I barged in to my sisters room to start yelling her awake, only to find the bed empty and still freshly made. I went down the hall to my parents' room, figuring maybe she opted for the California King as opposed to a paltry twin extra-long. Same situation: freshly made, undisturbed. At this point, I'm thinking one of my grandparents was playing a strangely elaborate trick on me: their bad hips prevent them from moving quickly up and down our curved staircase, so if either of them made use of my bathroom, it would have had to of been out of spite rather than necessity. I walked downstairs into our guestroom to poke my head in and see if anyone was there, but no such luck. At this point, I'm completely befuddled. I go to the front door to see if there are any cars out front that I would recognize, but when I opened the door, the house alarm went off. I froze for a moment before closing the door, turning off the alarm, and spending the next twenty minutes in the shower trying to figure out how the phantom poo had arrived at it's destination. TL;DR I have a ghost/possible hobo that can walk through walls that shat in my bathroom.

[quote="ellemenohpee"]One night, a couple of years ago, I was in my room, having gone to bed at an unseasonably early hour. I was living in my parents house at the time, but I was the only one there. As I was drifting to sleep, I heard someone walking around downstairs and some rustling about. This was strange, since I could have sworn I had set my house alarm, and I wasn't expecting anyone. I was too tired to investigate, so in my mind I told myself that maybe one of my sisters was coming home or my grandparents were staying over; I'm sure my mom had mentioned it, but it's rare that I listen to her drone on and on about whatever banality she had called me about that day. I listened to the noises long enough to decide that whomever was there wasn't stealing anything, and probably wasn't a threat. The next day, I woke up and stumbled into the bathroom at about 8 am to start my morning routine. As I lifted the toilet seat up, I found a GIANT turd that someone had clearly left sitting there for a few hours. And this thing, man; this thing was huge. Baby arm huge. I dry heaved for a moment before I realized that not only was there a giant piece of shit in my toilet, but no toilet paper as well. I did a quick wipe check to see if maybe I had started to sleep shit with an amazing degree of accuracy, but it came back clean. I instantly went from confusion to outrage, since this meant that whomever came into my house last night decided that they were familiar enough with my domicile to shit in my bathroom and not even have the decency to flush. I barged in to my sisters room to start yelling her awake, only to find the bed empty and still freshly made. I went down the hall to my parents' room, figuring maybe she opted for the California King as opposed to a paltry twin extra-long. Same situation: freshly made, undisturbed. At this point, I'm thinking one of my grandparents was playing a strangely elaborate trick on me: their bad hips prevent them from moving quickly up and down our curved staircase, so if either of them made use of my bathroom, it would have had to of been out of spite rather than necessity. I walked downstairs into our guestroom to poke my head in and see if anyone was there, but no such luck. At this point, I'm completely befuddled. I go to the front door to see if there are any cars out front that I would recognize, but when I opened the door, the house alarm went off. I froze for a moment before closing the door, turning off the alarm, and spending the next twenty minutes in the shower trying to figure out how the phantom poo had arrived at it's destination. TL;DR I have a ghost/possible hobo that can walk through walls that shat in my bathroom.[/quote] [img]http://i.imgur.com/AdklW.gif[/img] Did you really need to post that shit?

[quote="trynalive"][quote="ellemenohpee"]One night, a couple of years ago, I was in my room, having gone to bed at an unseasonably early hour. I was living in my parents house at the time, but I was the only one there. As I was drifting to sleep, I heard someone walking around downstairs and some rustling about. This was strange, since I could have sworn I had set my house alarm, and I wasn't expecting anyone. I was too tired to investigate, so in my mind I told myself that maybe one of my sisters was coming home or my grandparents were staying over; I'm sure my mom had mentioned it, but it's rare that I listen to her drone on and on about whatever banality she had called me about that day. I listened to the noises long enough to decide that whomever was there wasn't stealing anything, and probably wasn't a threat. The next day, I woke up and stumbled into the bathroom at about 8 am to start my morning routine. As I lifted the toilet seat up, I found a GIANT turd that someone had clearly left sitting there for a few hours. And this thing, man; this thing was huge. Baby arm huge. I dry heaved for a moment before I realized that not only was there a giant piece of shit in my toilet, but no toilet paper as well. I did a quick wipe check to see if maybe I had started to sleep shit with an amazing degree of accuracy, but it came back clean. I instantly went from confusion to outrage, since this meant that whomever came into my house last night decided that they were familiar enough with my domicile to shit in my bathroom and not even have the decency to flush. I barged in to my sisters room to start yelling her awake, only to find the bed empty and still freshly made. I went down the hall to my parents' room, figuring maybe she opted for the California King as opposed to a paltry twin extra-long. Same situation: freshly made, undisturbed. At this point, I'm thinking one of my grandparents was playing a strangely elaborate trick on me: their bad hips prevent them from moving quickly up and down our curved staircase, so if either of them made use of my bathroom, it would have had to of been out of spite rather than necessity. I walked downstairs into our guestroom to poke my head in and see if anyone was there, but no such luck. At this point, I'm completely befuddled. I go to the front door to see if there are any cars out front that I would recognize, but when I opened the door, the house alarm went off. I froze for a moment before closing the door, turning off the alarm, and spending the next twenty minutes in the shower trying to figure out how the phantom poo had arrived at it's destination. TL;DR I have a ghost/possible hobo that can walk through walls that shat in my bathroom.[/quote] [img]http://i.imgur.com/AdklW.gif[/img] Did you really need to post that [b]shit[/b]?[/quote] hohoho punny

[quote="niguyen"][quote="trynalive"][quote="ellemenohpee"]One night, a couple of years ago, I was in my room, having gone to bed at an unseasonably early hour. I was living in my parents house at the time, but I was the only one there. As I was drifting to sleep, I heard someone walking around downstairs and some rustling about. This was strange, since I could have sworn I had set my house alarm, and I wasn't expecting anyone. I was too tired to investigate, so in my mind I told myself that maybe one of my sisters was coming home or my grandparents were staying over; I'm sure my mom had mentioned it, but it's rare that I listen to her drone on and on about whatever banality she had called me about that day. I listened to the noises long enough to decide that whomever was there wasn't stealing anything, and probably wasn't a threat. The next day, I woke up and stumbled into the bathroom at about 8 am to start my morning routine. As I lifted the toilet seat up, I found a GIANT turd that someone had clearly left sitting there for a few hours. And this thing, man; this thing was huge. Baby arm huge. I dry heaved for a moment before I realized that not only was there a giant piece of shit in my toilet, but no toilet paper as well. I did a quick wipe check to see if maybe I had started to sleep shit with an amazing degree of accuracy, but it came back clean. I instantly went from confusion to outrage, since this meant that whomever came into my house last night decided that they were familiar enough with my domicile to shit in my bathroom and not even have the decency to flush. I barged in to my sisters room to start yelling her awake, only to find the bed empty and still freshly made. I went down the hall to my parents' room, figuring maybe she opted for the California King as opposed to a paltry twin extra-long. Same situation: freshly made, undisturbed. At this point, I'm thinking one of my grandparents was playing a strangely elaborate trick on me: their bad hips prevent them from moving quickly up and down our curved staircase, so if either of them made use of my bathroom, it would have had to of been out of spite rather than necessity. I walked downstairs into our guestroom to poke my head in and see if anyone was there, but no such luck. At this point, I'm completely befuddled. I go to the front door to see if there are any cars out front that I would recognize, but when I opened the door, the house alarm went off. I froze for a moment before closing the door, turning off the alarm, and spending the next twenty minutes in the shower trying to figure out how the phantom poo had arrived at it's destination. TL;DR I have a ghost/possible hobo that can walk through walls that shat in my bathroom.[/quote] [img]http://i.imgur.com/AdklW.gif[/img] Did you really need to post that [b]shit[/b]?[/quote] hohoho punny [/quote] [img]http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1vrrlTNtX1r973sdo1_250.gif[/img]