Povesti de groaza

This is a true story. My father died in 1991, three days before Christmas. I was only 7 years old. He died in our house. After that, my mom and two brothers and I would hear strange things like in the hall way at night you could hear someone walking back and fourth. You could also hear some one humming which was what my dad use to do. The cupboards in the kitchen would open up and close. Once I had one of my friends sleep over and I didn't tell them any thing what was happening. We were in my room and my friend said that she heard a noise. I just said you're probably just hearing things. Then my door opened up and slammed really hard. We got up fast and ran to the door to see if any one did that but there was no one there. It was just strange. Then we went back over by my bed and started talking and laughing. We heard someone coming and we thought it was my mom, so we stopped talking. There was no one there again. We just heard foot steps. My friend got scared and said that she wanted to go home and she did. I also have heard violins playing but it was coming from the basement. There was so much stuff happening. There is alot more of things that happened. We moved from that house one year ago. I'm 17 years old now. This is true, everything that I have said.

Domnule leu.... te crezi cam mare >? >:rot:

nu uita ca musc

se zice ca cei nascut sambata si duminica pot vedea chestii dintr-astea ciudate... cicăera o fetitiă nascuta duminica, la fel si bunicul ei ... intr-o noapte s-a trezit sa bea apa si s-a dus intr-o alta camera, unde se afla ulciorul... era o incapere micuta cu un geam mic... cand a privit spre geam a vazut o femeie cu parul lung, dar fara fata... pur si simplu, nu avea fata deloc, iar el a aruncat cu ulciorul... cica era moartea, il cauta... pana la urma tot nu a scapat de ea... a murit, acum 4 ani, nici acum nu stie nimeni ce a avut... si nici medicii nu au stiut... au zis ca ar avea un fel de cancer la gat... i se umflase gatul in ultimul hal... fetita CRedea ca cineva i-a facut vraji, la fel credea si el... de multe ori cand vedea ceva ciudat aprindea becul, si stiti ca argintul viu fuge la lumina... cineva a vrut sa moara cu orice pret... il iubea mult, era un om credincios si fara frica, niciodata nu i-a fost frica de moarte... ne-a povestit multe si eu l-am crezut, nu avea de ce sa ne minta, mai ales ca mai erau si altii care sustineau acelash lucru.

ChrisTinA_WhisperWind a scris:

Domnule leu.... te crezi cam mare >? >

nu uita ca musc

nu ma cred mai mare (chiar sunt..cu vreo 13 ani)

ok,tac,sunt mic...nu ma musca domnisoara :rot:

ChrisTinA_WhisperWind a scris:

wow...esti cam speciala dupa felul de a scrie :rot:

yeah... dak zici u

Good Evening. My name is Morbid Mary, and I am an escaped patient from the Christina mental ward. have a disturbing tale to tell if you dare to listen. It's about a caring, faithful dog named Anne who was my companion for many happy years. This is the story of how she died.

Anne was a fast runner and loved to chase things: cars, squirrels, even ants scampering across the ground. She would rarely catch anything, but when she did, she would hold it only for a second before letting the poor creature go. Anne only liked the thrill of the chase and never meant to hurt other animals.

One day I heard her barking in the backyard where she was tied to a tree. The bark was unusual in that it had a hint of fear reminiscent of heavy footsteps, something I never heard in Anne's voice before. I went outside to see if she was ok, but she quieted instantly and seemed to be fine. Just spooked by a bird, I thought.

The very next evening, I let Anne out to run around the foggy backyard. Surprisingly, as soon as I opened the door, she sprinted away from me and ran deep into the murky woods adjacent to my yard, chasing what looked like a very large squirrel.

I quickly followed her into the woods, yelling her name and whistling. Despite their close proximity to my home, I hadn't been into these woods much. They were eerily dark and shadowy, and they emitted the kinds of noises that come from woods in the movies. The neighborhood kids had nicknamed them "Witch Woods". I was not happy that Anne had made me follow her into them.

As I stepped over a branch, still calling Anne's name, I stopped at a horrific sight: a rabbit, decapitated, lying on the ground in the leaves. I know this should be expected in the wild: animals hunt and eat. But the smoothness of the cut on the rabbit's throat made me uneasy.

I was terrified at the animals I found, cut up and arranged in the woods, and desperately wanted to find Anne and bring her home to safety. As I was standing in a clearing, turning frantically deciding where to go, I heard her bark. That same fearful bark I had heard the day before.

I ran towards her call, not even thinking about my own safety. When I came closel, I saw a scene that I cannot forget: gathered together near a tree were tens of animals which didn

Anne F a scris:

care e povestea cu fata la comp?

poi era la comp... pe mess parca ... ji a simtzit o prezentza in spatele ei... like ..se simtzea privita :rot: si a vazut niste jucarii pe fotoliul de langa ea.. care nu erau pana in momentul ala acolo... si pe urma a vazut o fantoma sa zicem... deji nu prea cred yo in fantome.. itzi da de gandit mia ales knd stai la comp itzi aduci aminte d ea

jite cneva cum imi editez profilu ' :) :)) [ just blonde ;) ]

blondeme_deea a scris:

poi era la comp... pe mess parca ... ji a simtzit o prezentza in spatele ei... like ..se simtzea privita :rot: si a vazut niste jucarii pe fotoliul de langa ea.. care nu erau pana in momentul ala acolo... si pe urma a vazut o fantoma sa zicem... deji nu prea cred yo in fantome.. itzi da de gandit mia ales knd stai la comp itzi aduci aminte d ea

jite cneva cum imi editez profilu ' :) :)) [ just blonde ;) ]

de sus de la `Panoul meu`.

mda..ce greu