Who's got any? OC or not, doesn't matter. I'll start with something I came up with.
"I don't see any candy," the girl says as she looks around the back of the strange man's van. "There never was any," he laughs as he pulls into a vacant sidestreet.
that was so cliché and overdone and boring that it sapped me of my desire to write oc for you
good lord I can't believe I share cyberspace with someone so pathetic
How would you know?
Also woke my ex up once with a loud ass fart. she woke up and said gross and hit my back in bed. she was getting more and more annoyed because I was laughing so hard the bed wouldn't stop shaking and she couldn't fall back asleep.
I usually sit in complete darkness in my apartment in order to save on utilities, so you can imagine I was pretty nervous when I went to investigate the strange noises coming from my kitchen. Thankfully I didn't find anything, so I just turned off the light and went back to my room.
The man loaded the revolver with one cartridge, spun the chamber, locked the cylinder in place, and pressed the barrel to his temple. No matter the outcome, he would not feel like a winner.
Master of fucking terror right here.
A great deal of pain was caused as we rolled the obese lady to clean up her bloody bowel movement, her screams causing the neighboring demented 90 year old patient to sing perfectly high pitched vocal warm ups.
After the cleaning I walked by to see the ladies face, she confusedly picked at the cables on her body with an ear to ear demon grin as if everything was going to be okay.
""Nothin' beats good old home baked sushi like my grandma sued to mak" the gruff cowboy tought to himslef fork in one hand knife in the other
Then he looked down on his plate and saw it wriggling around, alive.. the rice grains had turned into maggots!
Thusly, I find myself unable to feel, unable to see or hear, trapped in a box by my own family.
There was supposed to be something after this, torment would be better than this horrific isolation.
I kissed my sleeping son on the forehead, and he shook in his dream, as if he had felt it.
I thought of staying, but then again, that wouldn't bring me back to life would it?
The 5 frames were not as if they were 5 different photos, they were played out as if they were frames from a video, we saw the hand slowly lift out the guts, we saw the kid's eyes focus on it, we even saw two frames of the kid beginning to blink, the lead sound editor told us to stop, he had to call in the creator to see this, Mr. Hindenburg arrived within about 15 minutes, he was confused as to why he was called down there but super chill, so the editor just continued the episode, once the few frames were shown, all screaming, all sound again stopped, Squidward was just staring at the viewer, full frame of the face, for about 3 seconds, the shot quickly panned out and that deep voice said "DO IT, JUST DO IT, DON'T LET YOUR DREAMS BE DREAMS" and we see in Squidward's hands the super shotgun from Doom, he immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger, realistic blood and brain matter splatters the wall behind him, I'm talking like really realistic blood and brain matter, like hyper realistic, like not exactly photo realistic, but like super duper realistic, the last 5 seconds of this episode show his body on the bed on his side, one eye on what's left of his head above the floor, the other eye dangling on the streets.
Then the episode ends.
In ancient times they spoke of calcified monsters that lay beneath the surface of all living things. Some say that even now they lay in wait, waiting for you to die, just under your skin.
Not that anon, but GOOD.
EAT LIGHT YOU DICK LICKIN' MOTHER FUCKIN' BABADOOK DILDO SUCKIN' SHIT STAIN.
I was shaken awake by my son, saying there was a monster under his bed, and climbed in bed with his mother for safety.
To placate my son's fears, I went to check under his bed, only to find him huddled there with his teddy bear, quivering in fear.
Oh God. They're in your house.
I saw the great descending sphere growing in the night sky and nervously asked the man "why does the moon seem to be getting closer?"
He turned me around and pointed to the pale crescent in the sky "that's not the moon....that is."
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.
Between his breathing and his heartbeat, he could hear the rats scurry around him as he lay in the darkness. He wondered how much longer he'd have the strength to push them away.
I always thought my cat had a staring problem - she always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day, when I realized that she was always looking just behind me.
I was having a pleasant dream when what sounded like hammering woke me. After that, I could barely hear the muffled sound of dirt covering the coffin over my own screams.
Source of half these stories is reddit.
>inb4 gb2 reddit
I found it while Googling for these stories.
The sky overcame with a pitch-black darkness that floated above the onlookers who had looks of horror smacked upon their faces.
One asked, "What is it?" to which a reply soon followed, "It's a fucking."
I looked out of the window with mirth at the smiling, happy faces of humanity outside, faceless masses streaking past the Starbucks that had been my human-watching outpost long enough for the server to recognise me. Also, I want to fuck my mother and grandma.
We took a bike ride into the Forgetting Hole, where things that get thrown down there got forgotten forever.
Imagine our faces when we go back to the parking spot, and saw 6 bikes while there were ever only 5 of us.
You dont always need a condom
But when you do you wont know it untill you have HERPES and AIDS
As I lay in the cabin, I feel as if the portraits stare at me as I fall asleep.
In the morning when I wake, I realize there were no portraits; only windows.
you don't like my /pol/ scary stories
well, now i don't think we can be friends anymore.
*puts guns down on table*
There, now we can be friends again
the five year old boy remembers what jesus looked like from church.
As he goes to bed he sees a blood stained jesus standing in front of him with an heart warming smile and a kitchen knife.
Family of five are on a roadtrip across America, little Jimmy was in charge of filming the adventure, it was getting late from a drive and they stay at motel. In the morning, little Jimmy eagerly reviews the video camera on the tv, the last few minutes were of all five of them sleeping..and someone saying "goodnight".
After the act last night, John couldn't take his gf anywhere without leaving a trail of blood behind them. Unfortunately for John, she was a SJW who followed the freebleed movement.
I'm deeply annoyed when I hear the alarm on my phone rings at the crack off dawn.I'm deeply horrified though when someone turns it off.
I figured I must have a rat in my house when I saw the cat staring at something in the dark corners of the basement.I realized it must be something else
though when I saw the rat staring too.
I swam in terror trying to get away from the beast.The real sense of horror came when I realized was already swallowed.
The second scariest moment in my life was when I was in the woods and a bear came sprinting through the trees.The scariest moment though came when
it ran past me and I saw what was chasing it.
I don't mind the ghost haunting my house.I feel bad because I know where they escaped from.
I don't know what's worse,the fact that my wife asked to be killed if she turned into one of them or the fact that my son asked not to.
People were curious when one morning the woke up and found that the sky turn pitch black.They were horrified though when the stomach acid came
The biggest threat of global warming isn't rising sea levels.It's what's going to be unfrozen.
I know radiation doesn't make monsters like in movies.So the bombs must have only woken these things up.
When the dead came back the horror wasn't over a potential zombie Apocalypse.the terror came from the tales of what they saw.
The worst part of hell isn't the demons and devils.It knowing they're going to leave soon.
The worst part of telepathy isn't walking through a crowd and hearing everyone's sick thoughts.It what you hear when you go through a cemetery.
When we learned that reincarnation was real we were amazed.Disgust set in when we learned why we should become vegetarians.