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Gather around the campfire and listen to my story, and then share your own in the comments below. The only condition is that it better be pants poopingly spooky or else the poop ghost will getcha! He wants your poooooooOooop

Our story begins in a graveyard. It was getting dark and Morty the groundskeeper was about to leave after doing a routine inspection of the cemetery grounds. As he walked to the gate and reached out to push it open, he heard a faint whisper, as if someone was standing behind him, but he couldn’t quite make out the words being said.

His turned to the direction where the sound had come from, but saw nothing. “Is someone there?” He asked loudly. No reply. He began to get slightly annoyed. If some teens were hoping to trash the place after dark, he didn’t want to deal with it. He shrugged and decided it was a problem for security.

He began to push the gate again and as he did, he heard another sound, right behind him. This time, it sounded like running footsteps. He whipped around quickly.

“What the hell?!”

Nobody was there, but there was a shoe, sticking out of the mud, just a few feet behind him. He stared, it was starting to get pretty dark now, but it was definitely a shoe. He carefully walked over and picked it up. Yeah, a large mens dress shoe. So it wasn’t teens. A homeless man, maybe? No, a homeless man wouldn’t mess with him like this, right? And it was too nice a shoe. Maybe the shoe had been left by an earlier visiter during the day, he thought.

“But then how do you explain the sound of running feet?” A voice said, clear as day behind him. He spun around. Again, no one was there.

“Ok you can stop messing with me now, cut it out. It’s closing time.” Morty said, admittedly not as assertive as he wanted to sound.

But whoever the voice belonged to didn’t seem to hear. It suddenly spoke again, sounding almost like a host enquiring to an audience,

“And what of the whispering he heard before?” It asked.

“Where the… Heck is that coming from?” Morty grumbled as he looked all around, his eyes fell upon some of the graves nearby, and his blood ran cold

“And how then do you explain the man emerging from the grave?” The voice said.

Morty screamed. Climbing out of the grave dirt, halfway out of the ground to his waist was TV sensation Johnathan Frakes.

“We got you.” he said with a cheeky smile.

  • -6-6-6-@lemmygrad.mlEnglish
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    1 day ago

    I have a few stories.

    1.) I’ve told the one when I talked to the guy from the D.I.A before and he basically broke it down to me that America has a massive labyrinth of nationwide tunnels used for transporting military gear and some of these take 8-minute elevator rides down to the earth to access them. What’s creepy to me is thinking about what is down there. The D.U.M.Bs are declassified; every other conspiracy theory about it is basically bullshit so it’s nothing van-visit worthy but still, spooky stuff.

    2.) Secondly is when I was 11 years old. My father and I were sitting together as I was watching him play Everquest on the computer. I go to the kitchen to grab a drink and there is just this massive, shadowy figure sitting on the steps.

    You couldn’t make out any facial features; but he had short hair, was wearing some sort of puffy jacket and was just staring down at the kitchen floor. Kitchen itself was pitch-black; some cast-off light from the monitor in the living room but the figure on the two-step stairs in the kitchen was even darker like wet ink on black paper.

    Said “Hey dad, is Andy over?” (dad’s brother/my step-uncle) and he turned around, saw it; asked it “hello?” a few times before flipping on the lights. As soon as the lights came on the figure disappeared entirely as if it went with the light. Never saw anything like that again; would’ve dismissed it as bullshit if my dad didn’t see it too.

    3.) We got a pitbull a bit later on, only lived in that house for a bit longer after that. Pitbull used to go over to that same staircase and just sit and stare at it. She’s a super friendly dog, was the same position she did when she was waiting for pets. The most unbelievable part of the entire “tale” is that when we came home on the last four days we were moving out our entire dining room chair-set (I say set but it was 3 scavenged road-side chairs) was stacked on top of each other and all the meat in our freezer was gone. For some reason, my mother’s jewelry was put into the freezer. Nothing was missing other than meat. We were all out of the house and no one else had the key AND lived on a second story.

    We still joke about it to this day even though none of us have any fucking idea what happened. My dad said a crazy came, took our meat, hid our jewelry and left after stacking our chairs. Honestly seems more believable than ghosts, but we didn’t have any cameras. This “activity” was never regular at all. We could go months without seeing or feeling anything.

    And no, I don’t have schizophrenia. We also had carbon monoxide detectors.