Dude.... I moved from England a few years ago and that was...so...freakin English!!!!!![]()
Pinewin Chan wrote:oooh, here's one!:
Back in the 1980s when red phone boxes were everywhere in England, the Wombles were number three in the charts, and Sylvester McCoy was Doctor Who; a young would-be actress went to an audition for a kid's math show. While waiting to go in, she got into a heated argument with one of the other actors about how appropriate her neck-line was for a kid's show. She was upset but it didn't hurt her performance.
She wasn't successful, but then three weeks later the studio called and asked if she'd like to take the job after all. The first choice presenter (the young man she'd been arguing with) had died in what they would only describe as 'a bizarre accident in a phone box'.
She did six hours work, which consisted of chanting about math formulas and cutting bits of paper into squares. The show was such rubbish that it never aired, but she made an impression on the management, and went on to work on BBC kids shows including "Blue Peter".
Eight years later the girl had been married then divorced and had two kids. Her boy was about five and she also had a baby girl. She was staying at home with the children one evening when she heard a bizarre news story: a body had been stolen from a nearby graveyard and she recognised the name of the corpse but couldn't remember where from.
She was pondering this when the phone rang, and a voice at the other end said: "The curse was mine and now it's yours, cutting souls up into scores." Unsurprisingly, this freaked her out a bit...
Knowing that there was very little she could do about a prank call, she went upstairs and checked on her kids in their separate rooms, then made a cup of tea and watched some more TV.
The phone rang again, and this time the voice said "Cutting the squares, cutting the squares; One by one, one by one" this really freaked her out, being a direct quote from the math show she'd done all those years ago. She immediately realized who that missing body was, the man whose place she'd taken. She hung up the phone and tried to dial 999 for the police when she heard her little boy scream. As she ran up the stairs the voice at the other end of the phone said "Cutting the squares, cutting the squares; Two by two, two by two"
In her baby's room was a cot full of what looked like steak tartar... in perfect 1cm x 1cm cubes.
In her boy's room the bed was also filled with perfect cubes of fresh meat, this time 2cm x 2cm. As she looked at this horrific sight, she spotted one of her little boy's eyes staring back at her from a square of flesh.
She raced away from the manic laughter on her own telephone outside and into a red box, as she lifted the handset a voice said "Cutting the squares, cutting the squares; one by one, two by two; now who's next? how about you!" at which point the glass in the phone box imploded, cutting her into perfect 3cm x 3cm cubes.
The next day the body of the man who's place she'd taken was returned to it's grave site. Although it was clear that they'd got the right body back, the mortician who examined it was still highly perplexed by it's appearance. When the man had been buried originally he'd been so mutilated they'd had to identify him by dental records, and now he seemed whole and near-perfectly preserved, except for the strange lines of scars, making a grid of perfect 4cm x 4cm squares all over his skin.
♥-Tally wrote:I don't know what this one is called, but...
So there was this party, it was a teenaged party, and it was at a house down the street from a cemetary. A few of the teenagers were talking about the cemetary and one of them says,
"I heard that if you stand on one of the graves, the person buried there will come out and drag you down to death."
One of girls who didn't believe in ghosts or anything, said,
"Ha. Yea, I doubt it."
"Then why don't you go down there right now, stand on a grave, and see what happens?"
"Sure, I'm not afraid of anything."
The girl actually was a little afraid, but she wasn't going to show it.
So the person hands her a knife, saying that she has to plunge it in the ground where she stood, and then in the morning, the people would go out there to see if she'd really done it.
So the girl takes the knife and heads down to the cemetary. It was night and she was the only one there, so she was a little scared, but she knew she had to do this unless she wanted to get made fun of.
When she found a grave, she sat atop the headstone and plunged the knife through the ground without even looking down.
She started to get up to leave, but realized she was stuck. She tried again, but she couldn't move.
"They've got me, they've got me, help!!!" She screamed and screamed, but no one came.
In the morning the people came only to find her dead. With the knife plunged through her skirt, holding her to the ground.
She had died of fear.
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Here's another one:
A boyfriend and his girlfriend were out one night in the boyfriend's car. They were listening to the radio when suddenly an urgent news report came on, saying a dangerous serial killer had escaped prison and was on the loose, and that the serial killer was missing a hand, in it's place, was a hook.
The girl got really scared since the prison wasn't far from where they were, so she told her boyfriend to take her home. Not wanting to argue and drive, he pulled off to the side of the road.
"Come on, we're safe. If you really want to go, let's just go back to my house."
"No, I want to go home with my parents, please take me home."
Just then they heard a tapping on the window and the boyfriend drove off.
When they reached her house, he got out and went around to her door to let her out, but something stopped him.
On the door handle was a rusty hook. Covered in blood.
Fenneckisser wrote:i have a new one, i didnt write it, hope that's ok, i dont know who did.... my sister and dad told it to me when i was 9. XD i still remember it...:
Once up on a time [XD] there was a very rich guy with a mantion, he had a dog, and every night, before he slept, the dog would lick his hand. one weekend, he went to bed, turned off the light, he heard his dog walk in, lick his hand, and leave, as he always does. but then he heard a dripping noise. he got out of bed, and checked on of his bathrooms, he had many in his mantion. he saw nothing was wrong, and the dripping stopped, so he went to bed.
the next day, when he went to bed, he turned off the lights, the dog came in licked his hand and left, he heard the dripping noise, so checked his second bathroom. nothing. it stopped. he went to his bed and fell asleep, again.
the day after that, he went to bed, his dog licked his hand, left, he heard the dripping noise. he looked in his LAST bathroom, and there was his dog, hanging from the towel holder, deaad, dripping blood. who was licking his hand?
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