Scariest shit ever

>>18800636
Stories* I'm on my mobile phone, happens all the time.

>>18800636
>>>/x/catalog

We've already got like two or three threads dedicated to this, moron.

>>18800641
I don't care, faggot.

>>18800648
OP, are you going to contribute anything to your own thread? Or just demand people entertain you because you're a special snowflake?

>>18800636
>Walking at river legacy park in arlington texas back in 2009.
>its late and i went farther than i meant to.
>going along the path back to where i parked at the main public area i start hearing the usual shit coming from the side of the path: teens fucking in the woods, other teens tromping thru the underbrimush and claiming to see ghosts etc.
>and i see the usual other shit one sees occasionally out there on the benches after nightfal: more teens fucking on benches and pretending not to when someone hapens by. The occasional nature bookworm who hasnt realized how dark it is and cant figure out why the sun isnt so bright anymore.
>the occasional sperglord trying to look mysterious while sitting on a bench and smoking a pipe.
>the occasional young couple out for a stroll, you know the ones.
>the girl is always wesring some white flowing gownlike dress that only goes to her knees and they are there to see the spring fireflies and exchange vows of love etc.
>i always wish i could be the guy with the girl in the dress... Whatever.
>as i walk i get lost in my thoughts.
>then i notice an odd sound. >Rustling and whimpering and moaning.
>think its another couple fucking.
Then i hear it.
metal on dirt.
>i have dug enough post holes for fences when i was younger to know that sound.
Chuff! scrape! Shlink! Paff!
>domeone is diging.
>i stop and keen my ears as i do i hear rustling of plastic and a moan.
Whang! Metal on flesh.
"Shut up! Yer gonna get us caught!"
>a slight whimper and a sob.
>i follow the sound
To be continued.

>>18800692
>i listen carefully to figure where its coming from.
>i follow it off the path. It is fsint but just audible enough to follow.
>as i go it gets slightly louder as i get closer.
>i had been in boyscouts and had played enough capture tue flag to know how to silence my footsteps in the woods.
>i grow closer. I move slower. More carefully.
The sounds of digging get louder as does the whimpering muffled by plastic.
>i see a shaddow moving repetitively with the sounds of digging.
>i start timing my steps with the sound then i freeze as i realize i have no idea what i am going to do when i get to him... And his apparent victim.
>i make a plan in my head
>sneak up from behind and grab the shovel out of his hands cathing him offguard. Then question him.
>shit what if he has a gun!?
>try not to think about it. This guy is obviously trying to murder someone by burying them alive!
I have got to do something!
>plan worked out in my head so i continue in time with his movements.
Chuff! I take a step.
Scrape! I take a step.
Shlink! Another step.
Paff! Another step.
>This continues for a few minutes and finally i am on top of him and next to his prey.
>the victim sees me thru the plastic and begins moaning louder.
>he begins to turn to hit her agian.
Now is my time!
>the handle of his shovel hits the middle of my opened palm and i latch on to it stopping him!
>his eyes go wide as he sees me.
"Th-thi-is isnt wuat it looks like!!!" he stutters in sheer surprise.
I wrench the shovel out of his hand!
To be Continued.

>>18800725
"Oh really!?"
"Then what is it? Because it looks to me like you are trying to murder some innocent kid! You sick fuck!"
>he is shorter than i am. Im 5'7" and relatively short too. However he is about 4'10" narrow shouldered older balding and a portly motherfucker.
Probably gets off to murder porn and power fantasies.
"Finally got the balls to go and do it huh? Finally worked up the balls to go murder someone after kidnspping snd raping them huh!? You sick fuck im going to beat the shit out of you and call the cops!!!"
>the girl in the plastic mumbles and moans and begins struggling against her bindings with renewed vigor at the thought of being rescued. Poor kid, by the looks of her she cant be older than 13 or 14, and some hambeast pervert kidnspped her snd did god knows what and is going to bury her alive!
>not today mother fucker!
"N-n-no!" "you dont understand!"
"I think i understand plenty!"
>i hit him across the face with the shovel a satisfying crunching WHANG! And a grunt of psin from him ring out into the night.
"Please! No! You dont understsnd let me explain!"
"SHUTUP!"
>I hit him again abject rage boiling in me how dare someone try to hurt an innocent kid!
"Stop please!"
"I will stop, when you SHUT UP AND BLEED!"
>i hit him again and again and again.
>finally he just curls into a ball whimpering
To be concluded

>>18800692
>>18800725
>>18800746
Not bad.

>>18800746
>i hadnt planned on beating a stranger to a pulp this evening or rescuing a kid but hey, duty called.
>i drop the shovel and turn to the kid.
"Hey you ok?"
>i tear the plastic away from the kids face.
>it was on there pretty tight. No idea how she was able to breathe.
>i take the gag out of her mouth
"Hey whats yer name kid?"
"Anabelle! Thankyou thabkyousomuch please dont let him hurt me!"
"Its ok kid im gonna tie him up with what he tied you up with and then im gonna call the cops and drag him to the waljing path so they can arrest him and get you home to your parents. Its going to be ok."
>she gives me a meaningful look then looks away.
"He killed my parents."
>fuck.
"Well... Maybe your grandparents then?"
"They died a long time ago."
"Do you have any aunts or uncles or cousins?"
"I have an uncle in florida!"
"Well ok then you will probably go live with him. Im sorry all this happened kid."
>i untie her and go over to the sicko.
>i begin to tie him up then i get my phone out.
>he regains some sense of awareness and panics too late for you sicko! I hope you rot!
"V-vampire!"
What?
"Hey mister?"
"Yeah kid?"
"Im hungry. Do you have anything?"
"Sorry kid. But the cops will probably get you whatever you want!"
"What did you say about vampire fantasies you sick fuck?"
"The kid! Shes a vampire!"
>vampire my ass that shit aint real its just a bunch of roleplay fantasy bullshit.

To be continued.sorry taking longer than i thought

>>18800803
>i pull out my phone and dial 911.
"Hey mister?"
"Im calking the cops kid this is almost over."
"911 emergency! How may i help you?"
"Yeah im at-OOHF!"
>something slammed into my stomach bowling me over and pinning me down. My phone falls out of my hands casting shadows as it does i see the glint of wet sharp teeth!
>the fuck!?
>something sinks into the flesh of my neck and i feel the hotness of my own blood.
>i struggle and struggle my hear veats faster and harder!
>Finally! I free myself and grab the kid up by the hair
"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST BITE ME!!??"
"Im HUNGRY!"
"FFFFFUCK!"
I slam her to the ground and pin her from behind kneeling on top of her as i do, my own blood soaks my shirt.
>she hisses snd screams
"IM HUNGRY!"
>i look at the old guy and he has fear in his eyes
"I tried oh god i tried!"
"WHADOIDO!!??"
"Wood steak thru the heart!"
>i grab for the shovel it had a wooden handle she gets free and rushes into the shaddows.

Taking longer than i thought ToBe Continued

>>18800810
>Everything goes silent The wind dies the sounds of people in the distance everything everywhere just stops anms time freezes for an agonizing moment.
>then i hear it the creak of wood tsking on weight.
>i turn toward the sound as it snaps!
>suddenly she is on me again biting and scratching and pummeling me!
>i slam my fist into her as hard as i can and rush straight at her with the shovel but she vanishes snd i hear a frightened scream!
>i turn and there she is ontop of him!
>weilding the shovel like a basebsl bat i rush her and break it across her face as he bites into him taking a small chunk of flesh as she does.
>i can still hear my phone and the 911 operator talking asking what is happening vut i pay it no mind.
>ive seen vsmpire movies snd i used to watch buffy all the time.
>she is dazed as she begins to get back up swallowing the flesh as she does.
>i spomp my foot hard as i csn into her neck pinning her down and i kneel down as hsrd as i can thrusting the broken shovel handle ibto her chest as far and deep as i possibly can!
Apparently adrenaline is an amazing thing.
>the handle went clean thru to the dirt impailing her there pinning her to the ground.
>she sputters and spits and screams for help in a childs voice be-lieing the moster that she is.
>i free the old guy snd check his wounds.
"Sorry bout that old man. You were right!"

TBC

>>18800840
"The head!" he coughs
"The steak isnt enough! You hsve to cut off the head and bury the body in consecrated ground then bury the head under snd oak tree at the full moon!"
>i looked up. Huh whadyaknow. Full moon.
"What about the consecrated ground!?"
"This is an old graveyard blessed by a preist in 1870!"
>as he is telling me this i tear my shirt to dress my wound.
What about me? She bit me? Drank from me. Will i turn?
"No. You have to deliberatly dribk from her after she drinks from you. Yer ok. I have my fair share of bites!"
>ok
>i get the shovel head. Only shar metal object around.
>the monster child screams and screams as i begin to cut off its head.
>the airway gets broken and suddenly the screams are an unholy gurgling whooshing sound and her mouth snaps and bites at nothing the sinew and muscle shreads and rips as he grabs the head by the hair and pulls as we finnish it.
>I drag the body to the grave he had dug and toss it in.
"Ok how about that oak tree?"
"Overhere."
>He begins to limp painfully in a direction.
>i follow and catch him up to help him walk.
>i fucked gim up pretty bad. Poor old bastard.
>got a better look at him too.
>old eough to be my grandad if he had lived past the 90's
>as we trek out to the tree he tells me the story of how he got into all this.
TBC.

>>18800845
Holy shit man, that's the best green text I've read in a while. Good job on eradicating a Nosferatu

>>18800845
>Apparently he had been in the army air corps back in ww2.
>flying in the pacific theatre no less.
>80 fighter squadron...
>the "Headhunters"
>my grandfathers old squadron.
holy shit!
>i kept silent tho. Didnt want to reveal too much aboutmyself just yet or who my fsmily was.
>because that night i learned more about myself than i ever had in 28 years.
>apparebtly back in ww2 they took an island.
>turns out it had been infested with japanese vamps.
>turns out the army knew before hand and had been informed of this by the japs.
>the japs had actually asked for help killing them.
>and we had obliged.
>he told me everything. Every detail as we found the tree snd dug deep beneath its roots to bury the head.
"And so. It was at that time Lt Worrall told us what we were really doing. Lucky for us we were so over prepared none of us were killed or turned by em. Ole Lt worrall wonder what hes up to these days?"
"He uh.. He's dead sir... And its actually colonel now. He made colonel before he retired."
"How exactly would you know that kid?"
"He was my grandfather sir. By his daughter. He had a daughter. 2 boys too. My mom was the middle kid. My older uncle.. He died a few years back. My other uncle tho. He is in the army. Kinda wondered why grandad got a little pissed about him joining up. I think.."
>i teared up remembering him. The smartest quickest witt i ever knew. Tough as nails.. Dieing of pneumonia. Fucking pneumonia.... Dammit
"Wats yer name kid."

To be concluded FINALLY!!!

>>18800876
i told him.
"Well. Son its an honor to meet you. Hunter would be proud to see how you hsndled things tonight. I aint mad about the broken nose and the cracked rib. Got more'n a few of em in my time. Y'dun good tonight. Damn good. Cmon lets go find yer phone before the cops show up.
>we found it as had the cops.
>thank god they didnt notice the grave. We covered it with enough leaves and sticks to disguise it.
>of course we lied and said it hsd been a mugger with a steak knife who had been attacking the old man and who stabbed me.
>thank god they bought it.
>emt's treated our wounds snd got the old man some medical help for the dammage i had done him.
>i still feel like shit about it.
>i joined the army a few years later, can't say what unit or mos. Im sure you understand.

And that my friends. Is how i followed in my grsndfsthers footstepps and became a vampire hunter.

>>18800880
Throughly entertained

>>18800880
>not sticking with the qt vampire loli

>>18800880
Idk, it feels a little cheesy, little vampire girl is a bit cliché and some things don't make sense, like why didn't the guy cut her head or put a steak in her before burying her if it was so important?

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>>18800891
>put a steak in her

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>>18800880
I am pleased

>>18800880
You forgot to drink from her. You a vampire now.

>>18800901
Thankyou great leader!
>>18800891
Well. I was typing out of my ass. Hadnt really thought out all the details at first.
>>18800890
Meh wasnt feelin it.
>>18800887
>>18800862
Thankyou. I am always happy to entertain

>>18800916
Um. No. Thats not how that works.
In proper vamp lore: theybdrink from you. Then you voluntarily drink from them.
Then you a vamp. Otherwise you just food.

I'll bite. (Har Har)
Back in the early 80's I lived back in Oregon with my wife and three kids. The wife got tired of Oregon and wanted to move back to where she's from (Michigan), so we hunted for a new house, and much to our delight we found one on the very edge of the upper peninsula.
We'd gotten everything packed, our two sons and dogs loaded into our car, and the box truck with the things too large to load into an old hatchback.
We'd decided the best thing for us to do would be for me to leave a few days before her so that by the time she got there our furniture would be unloaded and we'd all have beds to sleep on.
The path I was going to take would take me through the upper states of the U.S, and I wasn't too unhappy with that since I'd never been through them before.
I decided to leave on a Thursday, since I'd planned to drive through as much as possible so that hopefully I would arrive that Monday, when the realtors would be coming by for one final check on the house and I could get the other set of keys.
The journey started out perfect - I had drinks and snacks, a few packs of smokes, and an old M1 Garand my dad had brought back with him from Korea as a good luck charm. (Don't ask, I'm a weird guy.)
I passed out of Oregon that first day and into Idaho, and by nightfall was almost halfway through the state and heading towards Montana. I decided to catch a quick two hour powernap at a truckstop, then resumed the drive because the infernal heat inside the truck was too much. Four hours later, I was inside of Montana.
Cont.

>>18800927
If any of you have driven through Montana, you know that it seems to go on forever. That sense of going nowhere eventually got to me, so I pulled off into some little cowpoke town, rented a room, and conked out for longer than I wanted. By the time I woke up, it was already approaching dusk, so I topped off the tuck and set out for our new home.
The next five hours were long, boring, and with very little traffic if any on the road. I began thinking that perhaps I'd get lucky and would have the road to myself.
This would not be the case.
I was driving through one part of the state, plains to one side and mountains to the other, when a mile or so ahead I saw a pair of hazard lights flashing on the side of the road. I decided I'd pull off an offer some assistance, since this was the days before cell phones, plus it was the right thing to do.
I remember pulling up next to the car, some beat up looking old chevelle, and a guy popped his head from under the hood and smiled as he waved at me.
I put the truck into park, slid across the benchseat, and stuck my head out the window to ask him if I could help. I very clearly remember the guy walking from around the front of his car and stopping three foot from the truck, and he started saying stuff along the lines of it had blew a headgasket or something.
Me, knowing a little about cars, offered to get out and take a look at it. His smile seemed to get bigger, and he said something about that being a swell idea.
Now, I am not a soldier, have never been trained or whatever, but the way he said that just rubbed me the wrong way, so I told him to hold on a second so I could turn off the truck.
For some reason that seemed to aggravate him a little, and he asked if I could give him a light before I did that.
It struck me as really strange, but before I could say or do anything things started happening too quickly.
Cont.

>>18800938
The driver side door was pulled open, a pair of men standing there with wide eyes. One of them reached into the truck towards the keys, and I barely managed to get a kick off into his arm before he reached them.
His friend pulled him back, then drew a knife from his pocket and flicked it open, heading for the open door. I grabbed the little inlet window all larger trucks seemed to have back then, and pulled the door closed and locked it, about the time the guy near the car reached into his trunk and pulled out a tire iron.
At this point I reached under the seat, pulled out the M1, grabbed a clip out of the glove box, slapped it in, and shouted that if they didn't back off I'd shoot them.
Tire Iron guy decided I was bluffing, walked up to the passenger side window, and broke through it, eyes wide like he was on something.
I fired off a warning round, but it seemed not to phase him, since he started unlocking the door.
At that moment, stomach churning because I knew what was about to happen, I squeezed the trigger, and a .30-06 round slammed into the guys shoulder, knocking him off the truck and onto the ground.
That had the effect of causing the other two to renew their efforts on getting my door open, and the guy seemingly shrugged off the shoulder wound, beginning to climb to his feet and run at the truck.
This time I took aim, squeezed off one more round, and watched as the guys face seemed to punch inward a bit from the bullet velocity.
He dropped like a wet sack and lay there, twitching a few times.
Focused as I was on the body, I almost failed to hear the 'snick' of the driver door unlocking, and turning back I saw that one guy had managed to get his arm through the inlet window to get the door open.
I slammed the butt of the rifle against the arm a few times, not even getting a grunt of pain to escape the guy, so once the door was open I said fuck it, and hosed the two of them down with the remaining 5 round.
Cont.

>>18800947
The duo dropped, and I snatched hold of the door, slamming it shut before tossing the rifle on the seat and spinning out of there as fast as the truck would go.
I remember looking back once I was a few hundred yards away, and seeing figures walk towards the scene. I didn't care.
I didn't stop until I absolutely needed to.
I remember sitting in some dirty truck stop bathroom, hyperventilating while trying to tell myself that what I did was necessary.
I still have nightmares about it, and I have yet to tell my wife what happened.

I know it's not scary when put into words, but gentlemen, that was the single most frightening situation I have ever been put through.

I used to work at a Taco Bell in California. I had this daydream that I experienced an interaction with an alien at work. I started to fixate on it. I eventually conquered my fear of aliens by conquering my fear of death.

Now whenever I daydream about that, I am the only person in the store that isn't paralyzed by fear. I call him (if aliens are hims) a faggot every time now.