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Disturbing & Terrifying Stories "I hated those knuckle dragging daddy fuckers"
Darius Black
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This thread was inspired by the ever-popular and massive "Strange & Embarrassing Stories" one, and perhaps in some cases might lead to an honorary post or two there (if your story ends with soiled pants). I guess it would be wise to offer the obvious disclaimer, stating that some of these stories here might just be disturbing. But then if you've been to the aforementioned thread of humiliation, you might have already been subjected to similar themes.
Please tell us your most freakiest, horrible, dreadful stories - something that made you fear for your life or want to lose your lunch. They have to be real, and definitely freaky.
Since I assume I have to include a story to get this thread started, I'll give you my most recent run in with fear. It's not exactly the scariest one you'll read, but it's all I got...
Yeah so, that's my story...
Anyone else?
Please tell us your most freakiest, horrible, dreadful stories - something that made you fear for your life or want to lose your lunch. They have to be real, and definitely freaky.
Since I assume I have to include a story to get this thread started, I'll give you my most recent run in with fear. It's not exactly the scariest one you'll read, but it's all I got...
A few years ago, my best friend (let's call him Cody) and I were having some beers at our favorite outdoor spot, just enjoying the spring weather and a twelve of tallboys in the evening. This was in a pretty safe neighborhood: suburbanite haven, lotta old people and wealthy families. You rarely got involved in anything there that wasn't of your own doing, and even then it was all just small-time. This wasn't exactly a mecca of gangland activity is what I mean.
That night, we'd finished our brews and decided we could benefit from some pizza, so we hopped on our mountain bikes and headed for the strip mall by the main road. Once there, we left our bikes just outside the pizzeria and focused on the task of choosing eats. Cody came in a little after me, and joined me in line with a dubious expression on his face. He pointed out that there'd been a couple of guys outside the place who'd tried to get his attention, but not in a friendly way. So before ordering, I walked to the window and looked outside. Sure enough, two dudes standing by the entrance, right by our bikes. I decided there that this was probably not going to end in a pleasant conversation...
One of the guys, apparently trying for my attention now, decided to kick over my bike. Now, if you know me, you'll know that I can be kind of protective over my property (when under threat). You know, it's a goddamn matter of principle: you let people dick you around, they'll walk all over you. So I decided I wasn't going to stand for this. I stormed out of the place without a word and gave one of the fuckers a friendly tap on the chin, to his surprise. Luckily for me, these guys were about my size, and they were noticeably younger. One was Lebanese, I think, and the other black - both the epitome of g-thug by the looks of their attire.
They took a step back and the guy I punched started yelling at me like I'd assaulted an innocent: "What the fuck, n****, you just hit me!?" By that time Cody was running out to join me and it looked like the situation could go either way. Normally I would say for the better - but this time most definitely for the worse - there was no brawl. We just stood at each others' throats exchanging questions and threats. Eventually they backed down and gave us some kinda funky gang sign, stating they were part of the "United Terrorist Posse" and were gonna get their twenty cousins and brothers after us. Obviously Cody and I laughed it off, thinking these kids needed to be shown some damn manners and even considering going after them. This was, after all, only a couple of months after 9/11. Anyway, we decided against it and went back to get our pizza.
After the meal, the trouble began. We left the pizzeria and began biking home, talking proudly about how "I totally punched that guy" and whatnot. We were passing by the gas station when suddenly a literal wave of brown-skinned gangsters erupted out from behind the kiosk. I nearly shit myself. This was something I would have expected to see in a movie, not a quiet suburban district. There were at least a dozen of them, and they were most of them a lot bigger than their two cousins. Within the first second I was nearly hit with a bottle and had to duck under a metal baseball bat.
We, uh, fled. Like, faster than we thought even possible. Being on bikes, we had a bit of an edge on the small army that was coming after us (or so we thought) so we managed to avoid the initial onslaught. Well, at least one of us did. I looked back and saw that my friend had been knocked off his bike by an unusually long-legged Somalian guy. Right then I thought he was going to be dismembered - the crowd was right behind him - so I turned back in some kind of desperate bid to help him. I kicked out at one of the pursuers as I biked by, and got a big loogie in the face as thanks, but thankfully no real damage. By the time I got to Cody, he had somehow fended off the other guy with his bike, handlebars across the face, and we ripped it outta there something fierce.
But it wasn't over. We had lost the guys who were on foot, but what we didn't see is the two cars they had also, er, dispatched after us. Thinking I was safe, I left myself open to the sturdy front of a Honda and was almost run over by what I only saw as a mouthful of viciously gleaming teeth behind the wheel. This was on the fucking sidewalk, in broad view of the entire plaza, in a supposedly safe neighborhood. Somehow I managed to get back on my bike without much injury and Cody and I headed for the most populated area we could see. I think this finally dissuaded our pursuers, because they didn't come after us again. Not that we noticed: we biked the rest of the way home like our asses were on fire. We made it back alive and well, but shaken by the experience. I remember sitting on my porch and nursing my swollen shin, and spilling Sprite on my shirt because my hands wouldn't be still. I still think we were some kind of lucky that night, a hair's breadth from getting hospitalized or even killed. Those were some fucking scary gangsters.
That night, we'd finished our brews and decided we could benefit from some pizza, so we hopped on our mountain bikes and headed for the strip mall by the main road. Once there, we left our bikes just outside the pizzeria and focused on the task of choosing eats. Cody came in a little after me, and joined me in line with a dubious expression on his face. He pointed out that there'd been a couple of guys outside the place who'd tried to get his attention, but not in a friendly way. So before ordering, I walked to the window and looked outside. Sure enough, two dudes standing by the entrance, right by our bikes. I decided there that this was probably not going to end in a pleasant conversation...
One of the guys, apparently trying for my attention now, decided to kick over my bike. Now, if you know me, you'll know that I can be kind of protective over my property (when under threat). You know, it's a goddamn matter of principle: you let people dick you around, they'll walk all over you. So I decided I wasn't going to stand for this. I stormed out of the place without a word and gave one of the fuckers a friendly tap on the chin, to his surprise. Luckily for me, these guys were about my size, and they were noticeably younger. One was Lebanese, I think, and the other black - both the epitome of g-thug by the looks of their attire.
They took a step back and the guy I punched started yelling at me like I'd assaulted an innocent: "What the fuck, n****, you just hit me!?" By that time Cody was running out to join me and it looked like the situation could go either way. Normally I would say for the better - but this time most definitely for the worse - there was no brawl. We just stood at each others' throats exchanging questions and threats. Eventually they backed down and gave us some kinda funky gang sign, stating they were part of the "United Terrorist Posse" and were gonna get their twenty cousins and brothers after us. Obviously Cody and I laughed it off, thinking these kids needed to be shown some damn manners and even considering going after them. This was, after all, only a couple of months after 9/11. Anyway, we decided against it and went back to get our pizza.
After the meal, the trouble began. We left the pizzeria and began biking home, talking proudly about how "I totally punched that guy" and whatnot. We were passing by the gas station when suddenly a literal wave of brown-skinned gangsters erupted out from behind the kiosk. I nearly shit myself. This was something I would have expected to see in a movie, not a quiet suburban district. There were at least a dozen of them, and they were most of them a lot bigger than their two cousins. Within the first second I was nearly hit with a bottle and had to duck under a metal baseball bat.
We, uh, fled. Like, faster than we thought even possible. Being on bikes, we had a bit of an edge on the small army that was coming after us (or so we thought) so we managed to avoid the initial onslaught. Well, at least one of us did. I looked back and saw that my friend had been knocked off his bike by an unusually long-legged Somalian guy. Right then I thought he was going to be dismembered - the crowd was right behind him - so I turned back in some kind of desperate bid to help him. I kicked out at one of the pursuers as I biked by, and got a big loogie in the face as thanks, but thankfully no real damage. By the time I got to Cody, he had somehow fended off the other guy with his bike, handlebars across the face, and we ripped it outta there something fierce.
But it wasn't over. We had lost the guys who were on foot, but what we didn't see is the two cars they had also, er, dispatched after us. Thinking I was safe, I left myself open to the sturdy front of a Honda and was almost run over by what I only saw as a mouthful of viciously gleaming teeth behind the wheel. This was on the fucking sidewalk, in broad view of the entire plaza, in a supposedly safe neighborhood. Somehow I managed to get back on my bike without much injury and Cody and I headed for the most populated area we could see. I think this finally dissuaded our pursuers, because they didn't come after us again. Not that we noticed: we biked the rest of the way home like our asses were on fire. We made it back alive and well, but shaken by the experience. I remember sitting on my porch and nursing my swollen shin, and spilling Sprite on my shirt because my hands wouldn't be still. I still think we were some kind of lucky that night, a hair's breadth from getting hospitalized or even killed. Those were some fucking scary gangsters.
Yeah so, that's my story...
Anyone else?
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No one believed us (for all of, like 7 seconds) untill there was a loud slam on the front door of our cabin. Bear left us alone after that. But the next day we went outside to look around and there were claw marks on the door...and on the resort owners new car. Bear tracks were all over the place as it had rained that night too.
That's all I got for now. If anything else comes to mind, I'll be sure to post.
There was the year when El Niño was on everyone's mind. Neighboring valley cities were getting flash floods, mudslides all over the place, and just lots and lots of heavy showers in our area. During a storm, we were watching The Simpsons when lightning struck extremely bright outside and then the loudest thunder clap I've ever heard proceded to rumble the house. Of course, my sister starts to panic while all I'm thinking about is how awesome it was. Then BAM the power goes out. Again, with my panicking sister in tow, we make our way to the garage to check out the fuse box and to grab flashlights. As I start switching shit on and off, we hear a huge thud from the roof.
I advise my sister to hide in the restroom with the cordless phone and a knife. I man up some false courage to go peeking into each window from each room to see if anyone was outside. Again, another loud thud sounds out from the roof. I've come to the realization that one of the branches of our huge eucalyptus tree fell off and landed on the roof since I noticed a large amount of leaves on the ground in the yard. As I go back to my sister's hideout, I hear what sounds like people running around outside of our house. Thunder and lightning strike here and there and they would be proceded by the sound of people running around. I grab my sister out from the rest room to get a second opinion and she freaks out again. We make our way to the large sliding door that leads to the backyard. I open the blinds slowly and we don't see anything out of the ordinary. Then it all happens at once; we hear the running foot steps running towards the door at the same time our house lights come back on which was proceded with a deafening scream from my sister...
When James looked, he saw a really big looking bear-type thing. While he was looking, he saw the... thing... stand up and run away like a person. That's right... my friend's dad might have seen bigfoot.
I know, it probably sounds like a bullshit story, but James isn't one to lie about stuff. I find it pretty freaky.
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Was it also half-man and half-pig? Because we all know what that is...
Shit, bears are one of the scariest creatures out there. The same friend from my earlier story, "Cody", his cousin and his hunting party were attacked by a bear which killed one of his friends. He sent pictures of the carnage after they shot it, and we went pale when we saw them. Fucking thing picked his friend's leg clean. I never want to meet a bear up close.
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Joe comes back in and didn't know that Sean was in his room and opens the door when they are in full swing...we all have a good laugh and Joe says "Go do it in Gregs (his roommate) room it will be funny!" Sean laughs and amy drunk off her ass agrees and they head into the other room. Another 15 minutes goes by and I hear a ear deafening shriek. Sean is covered in blood, his hands, arms, torso, crotch, legs all red. And of course Amy's legs and crotch are also soaked in blood. I look at Sean and say "Dude....what the fuck?" No time to explain we get some towels and they hop in the shower and clean up and Amy pretty much lost her mind that night, but that doesn't make any sense to talk about. Later on...
Talking to Sean he said that when he was down on her he said that there were "chunks" and that one got in his mouth and that it tasted like "irony jello" and that he actually swallowed a chunk. I reviled in horror asking again "Dude...what the fuck?" But heres the kicker, we found out the following day that Amy was indeed preggers, and that Sean gave her an abortion right there in Greg's room, and that he ate a good chunk of fetus. Needless to say he puked for about 20minutes straight while I laughed and took many...many pictures.
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Fuck.
I think that story wins the thread.
How does that even work?
I call BS, or at least that there was something else going on. Sexy time does not equal spontaneous abortion. Perhaps she miscarried.
edit: Who has pictures of the shed? You know, the shed?
Right?
That's straight up their with the man and the pool suction hose.
Which was also not true, if I remember correctly.
You're right.
But the one with the little girl was.
Yeah, coming from someone who has worked with pools for a number of years there is no way in hell the pump has that kind of suction.
Also I can't do justice that this story deserves, its just my quick take on it. Sean gave his account of the story in about a 20 page manifesto which is just spectacular. I had a copy, if I find it I'll put it up.
Not that it isn't horrific, because god I can only imagine the feeling in my stomach at that point.
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True, but I have (some what embarassing story to follow) had sex with my wife when she was 9 months pregnant. She is 4'7", I am 5'11". She did begin to have contractions a few hours later, but that was kind of the point.
A cock isn't going to do it. A forearm, all the way? She would have been screaming in pain long before he got close enough to the uterous to do any damage.
So what did he eat?
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Fuck you, disturbing fuckers - you got your thread alright.
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Was he eating a herpes flavored lollipop?
carry on.
the one story I remember was the one where this someone told this girl's parents she was pregnant and they made her get an abortion.
I'll dig someone up later but in the meantime I've got a short one.
Diabetic grandfather + stroke + hospital + glucose = dead grandfather.
Seriously? How did he not notice that his lollipop changed from cherry or whatever to fucking HERPES CLOT.
Aurggggrhtgjlrhs'rlgeeeeew
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And I doubt that Abortion story is real either, who the fuck can't tell the difference between human remains and jello?
Either way... ew. x_x
Here's the conversation (approximately):
Mom: "You've been stuffy for a while. Are you sick?"
Me:"I don't know. I keep getting congested then it goes away then it comes back."
"That sounds like malaria."
"Is that really a symptom?"
"Yes"
"Fuck.
"You think I have it?"
"No."
Cuz it was kinda terrifying...