The scary thread

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Screamers scare the crap out of me. I'm a jumpy person to begin with. I am not coming back to this thread!

Rylot:
So night number two of not sleeping. How I hate having an over active imagination.

Edit: Mostly due to that f*^king dog on the first page. I know it's a fake but I still can't get it out of my head.

Why in the hell did you resurrect this thread!? My curiousity will lead me here as long as its on the front page, please let us bury this accursed topic!

philosophicalbastard:

Rylot:
So night number two of not sleeping. How I hate having an over active imagination.

Edit: Mostly due to that f*^king dog on the first page. I know it's a fake but I still can't get it out of my head.

Why in the hell did you resurrect this thread!? My curiousity will lead me here as long as its on the front page, please let us bury this accursed topic!

If I'm not gonna sleep tonight, no one is! Also I think I have the same problem of not being able to leave well enough alone.

Rylot:

philosophicalbastard:

Rylot:
So night number two of not sleeping. How I hate having an over active imagination.

Edit: Mostly due to that f*^king dog on the first page. I know it's a fake but I still can't get it out of my head.

Why in the hell did you resurrect this thread!? My curiousity will lead me here as long as its on the front page, please let us bury this accursed topic!

If I'm not gonna sleep tonight, no one is! Also I think I have the same problem of not being able to leave well enough alone.

Just don't comment and it will go away.

I know the creepy-pasta about Squidward has been posted, but I don't know about these two similar stories.

philosophicalbastard:

Rylot:

philosophicalbastard:

Why in the hell did you resurrect this thread!? My curiousity will lead me here as long as its on the front page, please let us bury this accursed topic!

If I'm not gonna sleep tonight, no one is! Also I think I have the same problem of not being able to leave well enough alone.

Just don't comment and it will go away.

How about no? MUAHAHAHAHAHA











Those were pretty good :) Although I'd go for more scary to be honest.

Since the thread seems to be winding down, ill present the shortest horror story ever told. Apparently, its the foundation of all horror, as all it does is present a norm and counters it preposterously. Everything we've seen on this thread follows this principle: A unreal twisted face of a person, someone hearing what shouldn't be there, even a cartoon becoming impossibly skewed.

"The last man on Earth sits in his house. There is a knock at the door."

Originally Posted by Dead Bart
You know how Fox has a weird way of counting Simpsons episodes? They refuse to count a couple of them, making the amount of episodes inconsistent. The reason for this is a lost episode from season 1.

Finding details about this missing episode is difficult, no one who was working on the show at the time likes to talk about it. From what has been pieced together, the lost episode was written entirely by Matt Groening. During production of the first season, Matt started to act strangely. He was very quiet, seemed nervous and morbid. Mentioning this to anyone who was present results in them getting very angry, and forbidding you to ever mention it to Matt. I first heard of it at an event where David Silverman was speaking. Someone in the crowd asked about the episode, and Silverman simply left the stage, ending the presentation hours early. The episode's production number was 7G06, the title was Dead Bart. The episode labeled 7G06, Moaning Lisa, was made later and given Dead Bart's production code to hide the latter's existence.

In addition to getting angry, asking anyone who was on the show about this will cause them to do everything they can to stop you from directly communicating with Matt Groening. At a fan event, I managed to follow him after he spoke to the crowd, and eventually had a chance to talk to him alone as he was leaving the building. He didn't seem upset that I had followed him, probably expected a typical encounter with an obsessive fan. When I mentioned the lost episode though, all color drained from his face and he started trembling. When I asked him if he could tell me any details, he sounded like he was on the verge of tears. He grabbed a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to me. He begged me never to mention the episode again. The piece of paper had a website address on it, I would rather not say what it was, for reasons you'll see in a second. I entered the address into my browser, and I came to a site that was completely black, except for a line of yellow text, a download link. I clicked on it, and a file started downloading. Once the file was downloaded, my computer went crazy, it was the worst virus I had ever seen. System restore didn't work, the entire computer had to be rebooted. Before doing this though, I copied the file onto a CD. I tried to open it on my now empty computer, and as I suspected, there was an episode of The Simpsons on it.

The episode started off like any other episode, but had very poor quality animation. If you've seen the original animation for Some Enchanted Evening, it was similar, but less stable. The first act was fairly normal, but the way the characters acted was a little off. Homer seemed angrier, Marge seemed depressed, Lisa seemed anxious, Bart seemed to have genuine anger and hatred for his parents.

The episode was about the Simpsons going on a plane trip, near the end of the first act, the plane was taking off. Bart was fooling around, as you'd expect. However, as the plane was about 50 feet off the ground, Bart broke a window on the plane and was sucked out.

At the beginning of the series, Matt had an idea that the animated style of the Simpsons' world represented life, and that death turned things more realistic. This was used in this episode. The picture of Bart's corpse was barely recognizable, they took full advantage of it not having to move, and made an almost photo-realistic drawing of his dead body.

Act one ended with the shot of Bart's corpse. When act two started, Homer, Marge, and Lisa were sitting at their table, crying. The crying went on and on, it got more pained, and sounded more realistic, better acting than you would think possible. The animation started to decay even more as they cried, and you could hear murmuring in the background. The characters could barely be made out, they were stretching and blurring, they looked like deformed shadows with random bright colors thrown on them. There were faces looking in the window, flashing in and out so you were never sure what they looked like. This crying went on for all of act two.

Act three opened with a title card saying one year had passed. Homer, Marge, and Lisa were skeletally thin, and still sitting at the table. There was no sign of Maggie or the pets.

They decided to visit Bart's grave. Springfield was completely deserted, and as they walked to the cemetery the houses became more and more decrepit. They all looked abandoned. When they got to the grave, Bart's body was just lying in front of his tombstone, looking just like it did at the end of act one.

The family started crying again. Eventually they stopped, and just stared at Bart's body. The camera zoomed in on Homer's face. According to summaries, Homer tells a joke at this part, but it isn't audible in the version I saw, you can't tell what Homer is saying.

The view zoomed out as the episode came to a close. The tombstones in the background had the names of every Simpsons guest star on them. Some that no one had heard of in 1989, some that haven't been on the show yet. All of them had death dates on them. For guests who died since, like Michael Jackson and George Harrison, the dates were when they would die. The credits were completely silent, and seemed handwritten. The final image was the Simpson family on their couch, like in the intros, but all drawn in hyper realistic, lifeless style of Bart's corpse.

A thought occurred to me after seeing the episode for the first time, you could try to use the tombstones to predict the death of living Simpsons guest stars, but there's something odd about most of the ones who haven't died yet. All of their deaths are listed as the same date.

1blackone:
Since the thread seems to be winding down, ill present the shortest horror story ever told. Apparently, its the foundation of all horror, as all it does is present a norm and counters it preposterously. Everything we've seen on this thread follows this principle: A unreal twisted face of a person, someone hearing what shouldn't be there, even a cartoon becoming impossibly skewed.

"The last man on Earth sits in his house. There is a knock at the door."

Yes, I've come upon a story similar to this one, though it was a little bit longer, I think that it was posted in this thread, or was it the older scary thread. Anyway, here it is:
"The last man on Earth came home one night. He turned the lights off, got into bed, then remembered he had left the TV on.

He reached for a match, and a match was put into his hand. "
I have to say I prefer this one.

I've just read all the way through this thread and therefore think I should contribute something.

I'm writing a horror film at the moment, and am thinking of changing it into a story of some kind, but for now here's something I wrote 5 years ago which is nice and short:

S.R.S.:
Go to ED and search creepy pasta.

mother fucker i was high while i was reading that ... almost had a fucking heart attack

I haven't seen this posted yet, so I'll present my offering. I can't verify if it really is authentic, as the poster claims, but I couldn't sleep after I watched this the first time.

I posted what I am about to post on another thread, so if you think this looks similar, you are right. Alright, well, to start off the story, my father is a sheriff for the county (K9), and we live in the Pittsburgh area. For training, he and the new dogs and officers would go play a fucked up game of "hide and go seek" in this place called Dixmont Insane Asylum (look it up). By now it was abandoned. Well, while my dad is looking with his dog on the fifth floor, all there is a big open room with nothing but windows and rocking chairs. While he was in this room, he had the feeling that someone was watching him, but this wasn't unusual, since he and everybody else had the same feeling while in the premises. Well, back on the subject, while he and his dog Yago are looking through the room, both scared shitless, he swears to this day that he heard a rocking chair go back and forth all by itself, since he and the dog were the only ones there at the time (he found out later and almost shit a brick). He then looked up at the adjacent window and saw that instead of the curtains that you would usually see, they were pulled back, as if someone is looking at them. He would also have some creepy experiences in the "Death Tunnel" and other areas of Dixmont, but the Chair one sticks out the most for me and it is one of the few he is willing to tell. Now, they tore down Dixmont and are trying to build something far worse...... a WALMART! Construction has stalled for some time though, don't know why, maybe bad funding or what have you, or maybe the ghosts of Dixmont, and if you look it up, you will find that there are a lot, just are really pissed off.

The Jakeinator:
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you sir...NEED TO DIE =(

well, that's me awake and not sleeping...

The Jakeinator:
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You sir...NEED TO DIE ='(

That's me fully awake and not sleeping...cheers mate =P

crap double post, my bad

No. God no.

It's been resurrected.

I thought I had escaped, but I am a prisoner of my own curiosity.

THEAFRONINJA:
No. God no.

It's been resurrected.

I thought I had escaped, but I am a prisoner of my own curiosity.

... Your the one who necro'd it.

Anyways, Here's Hypno's Lullaby:

"Come little children, come with me
Safe and happy, you will be
Away from you're homes, now let us run
With Hypno, you'll have so much fun

Oh, little children, please don't cry
Hypno wouldn't hurt a fly
Be free, be free, be free, to play
Come down in my cave with me to stay

Oh little children, please don't squirm
Those ropes, I know, will hold you firm
Hypno tells you this is true
But sadly, Hypno lied to you

Oh little children, you musn't leave
Your families for you will grieve
Their minds will unravel at the seams
Allowing me to haunt their dreams

But surely, all of you must know
That it is time for you to go
Oh little children, you weren't clever
Now you shall stay with me forever."

S.R.S.:
Go to ED and search creepy pasta.

*waits for heartbeat to calm down*

Whew....thankfully I didn't scream, all it got was a whispered "fuck me". I feel a bit jumpy now....thanks.

Wait, WHY AM I ON THE SCARY THREAD AT 25 TO MIDNIGHT? WHY?!

So glad you guys decided to bring this thread back, fear never truly dies now does it?

With love and fear-Mcupobob

Julianking93:
I haven't seen this one used yet, but it's my personal favorite Creepy Pasta story.

Short, sweet and fucking horrifying:

Thats quite clever :S Something you would expect to see in a decent horrow film!

I have recently come upon this recently, there are approximately over 500 Holder stories, none of them really that scary, but are a good read.

Gotta say, when im listening to my mp3 at night and the Tool songs 'Faap de Ooiad' and 'Viginity Trees' come on in the middle of the night and wake me up, its like O_____________O.
uh *shudder*

Mr.Mattress:

Mcupobob:
Been snoping around form more scares found a awesome youtube channel.

enjoy and shit a brick.

Damn that's scary. I wonder if that's true or not... Probably not though...

I dont care if its true, man that was pretty messed up

I am not sifting through 13 pages of scary stories to see if someone posted this, so here you go. http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/541886

Just_A_Glitch:
I'm just here to say I love this thread.

I'm here to say the opposite. I damn well hate this thread. Its brilliant. But hellishly scary. Specially for me. I'm a bit of a scaredy cat. And its about 3 in the morning and I don't think I'm sleeping. ARGH. You people know scarey shit. The Pokemon especially got to me.

The Jakeinator:
I present The Odd Scout.

Errrrr ..... what?

IT IS NOW TIME FOR SOVIET PASTA TO MAKE BENEFIT FOR MOTHERLAND, COMRADES.

You are home to watch Pravda on televisir about degenerate murderer who is on the loose. You look out the window door to beet field, and you notice Man standing in the snow. He look like foto on televisir and he smile at you. You gulp vodka, picking up fone to your right and dialing Local Militia Precinct Commissar. Back out the glass you look, pressing fone to ear. Notice he now closer to you. You drop vodka in shock.

No footprints in snow. It was reflection. You dullard!

Your apartment is bulldozed down to make way for glorious tractor factory!
-----

Beat that.

David_G:

1blackone:
"The last man on Earth sits in his house. There is a knock at the door."

"The last man on Earth came home one night. He turned the lights off, got into bed, then remembered he had left the TV on.

He reached for a match, and a match was put into his hand. "

In both cases, the obvious response is to blame a woman. :p

skywalkerlion:
IT IS NOW TIME FOR SOVIET PASTA TO MAKE BENEFIT FOR MOTHERLAND, COMRADES.

You are home to watch Pravda on televisir about degenerate murderer who is on the loose. You look out the window door to beet field, and you notice Man standing in the snow. He look like foto on televisir and he smile at you. You gulp vodka, picking up fone to your right and dialing Local Militia Precinct Commissar. Back out the glass you look, pressing fone to ear. Notice he now closer to you. You drop vodka in shock.

No footprints in snow. It was reflection. You dullard!

Your apartment is bulldozed down to make way for glorious tractor factory!
-----

Beat that.

I'm not searching back through 13 pages of this thread to find the previous time someone posted a bad Russian's-bad-English version of that.

Shoqiyqa:

skywalkerlion:
IT IS NOW TIME FOR SOVIET PASTA TO MAKE BENEFIT FOR MOTHERLAND, COMRADES.

You are home to watch Pravda on televisir about degenerate murderer who is on the loose. You look out the window door to beet field, and you notice Man standing in the snow. He look like foto on televisir and he smile at you. You gulp vodka, picking up fone to your right and dialing Local Militia Precinct Commissar. Back out the glass you look, pressing fone to ear. Notice he now closer to you. You drop vodka in shock.

No footprints in snow. It was reflection. You dullard!

Your apartment is bulldozed down to make way for glorious tractor factory!
-----

Beat that.

I'm not searching back through 13 pages of this thread to find the previous time someone posted a bad Russian's-bad-English version of that.

Someone posted it already?

I read through most of the thread, I didn't see it.

skywalkerlion:
IT IS NOW TIME FOR SOVIET PASTA TO MAKE BENEFIT FOR MOTHERLAND, COMRADES.

You are home to watch Pravda on televisir about degenerate murderer who is on the loose. You look out the window door to beet field, and you notice Man standing in the snow. He look like foto on televisir and he smile at you. You gulp vodka, picking up fone to your right and dialing Local Militia Precinct Commissar. Back out the glass you look, pressing fone to ear. Notice he now closer to you. You drop vodka in shock.

No footprints in snow. It was reflection. You dullard!

Your apartment is bulldozed down to make way for glorious tractor factory!
-----

Beat that.

I will. Commencing Soviet Creepypasta dump:

In Russia, coffin has pipe for air, and bell with string. If man is true Soviet, he does not die. When buried, yells for undertaker and rings bell.
Bell rings. Is no wind.
Undertaker asks - "Are you lady Gorbochev?"
Voice says "Yes!"
"Born winter of 1927?"
"Yes!"
"Gravestone says 'Died 20 February, 1957"
"Niet, am still living!"
"Am sorry, but is August. In June, ground will thaw. You must wait for June."

And woman is true Soviet, waits for June.

--

Babysitter home with young boy and young girl. She get call parents, who are working night shift in factory asking if everything is fine. She tells them da, but the large statue of Lenin in daughter's room is unsettling.

Later, she is arrested by KGB for calling great father of motherland "unsettling". She is sent to count trees in Siberia.

Such is life in Moscow.

--

Once I hear story about girl in Chaplygin. She was asleep in her bed, when she feel lick on her hand. She thinks it is dog and goes to sleep. Next morning, she finds note on dresser with dead head of dog. It says "Comrades can lick too." She screams.

Father comes upstairs, takes belt off and beats her. Moral of story is daughters should not yell in house like peasant. House is not Siberian pigsty. I worry daughter will never find good Russian husband.

--

When cold out, go to oldest bar in St. Petersburg. If you sit in the stool far from the door while one beside is empty, order round for yourself and offer to "buy one for Terrible Ivan". The bartender will without question or expression give you a bottle of vodka. He then place one beside you and the moment other one hits table the room will go dark and silent.
Then bartender beat you and steal money, but his brother is police so they never catch him. My arm never heal right, such is Russia.

--

Is said that some victims of gypsy curse, during the act, retreat into sissy fantasy world from which they not WAKE UP. In catatonic state, victim lives in silly world where Motherland is not supreme. The only way good proletariat knows to WAKE UP is to find note in fantasy. Note says WAKE UP. BEET FIELD NEEDS TENDING. Even then, they are to be executed for capitalist dream.

--

Young strong boy and girl of affection work in factory making T-34's. Someone calls phone and girl answers. It is manager who yells "DON'T ANSWER PHONE! MAKE TANK!" Girl is scared, and says, "But manager has no phone!" Boy punches girl in face for lying. KGB takes girl away to Siberia. Boy makes many tanks. Years later, he dies of pneumonia.

Such is life in Mother Russia.

--

Unpopular state worker becomes butt of many joke. Day after unfortunate tractor accident, comrades from her village place severed arm in unpopular state worker's bed, and wait for morning to laugh. Morning comes and they enter room to find her eating arm. Horror results, because arm is enough to feed three comrades, and she will not share!

--

Young boy finds pictures lying on side of road. Pictures show girl, in distance. Girl looks like sister, but cannot tell. As boy flips through pictures, girl gets closer and closer. When almost home, he makes it to last picture, where girl is eye to eye with camera.

Girl comes out of home. In driveway, she finds pictures. Pictures show boy who looks much like brother, but is too far away to tell.

Girl throws pictures away. She will scold brother when he gets home, for buying American camera to play with. Even young must support motherland!

--

You in cold tent in the night with your woman. You and woman begin procreation to strengthen the Motherland's numbers. Your woman's phone begins to ring. She answer it, and her face drop. The weak one begins to weep; you ask about call. She says,"It was papa! He was sent to Siberia for talks of liberty!".

NO PHONES IN SIBERIA! WOMAN LIES AND GOES TO SIBERIA!

--

Man who live in humble soviet home receives many letter one day. Are big letter, with much content within.

Man open first letter, and find pictures of dead people inside. He knows there is to be more picture in the other letter, so no need to open. He burn letters for warmth.

Suddenly, man attacked from behind. Is soviet soldiers. Man did not distribute letters evenly among his peers for warmth from burn, so is executed.

Such is life in Soviet Russia.

--

I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don't even peek in there." I take key and go to room to sleep.

Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red.

Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" She look at me and begin to tell story.

There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red.

I tell her I don't give a shit. Stop the water trickling or give me refund. She gave me 100 ruble credit and free breakfast.

--

One night man tries escape from gulag.

Makes his way to cabin in middle of tundra. Inside is plain, but many family pictures on walls. He falls asleep. In middle of night he is put in sack and dragged out. The next morning he is shot like dog.

Pictures are windows. KGB always watching.

--

Creature invade my home and kill family. He sets up mother and father to watch over me like honorable comissar Lenin. He writes message on wall with parents' blood and slides under bed I hide in like trapped capitalist invaders. I see message that says, 'It is time to bring glory to the motherland.' I get up and yell, "GLORY TO MOTHER RUSSIA! Come, comrade, to the salt mine!"

--

In rural Soviet town, small company tries to sell baby dolls. Woman who is pregnant buys doll, but when child is born, doll cries like ignorant American. Box says to "rock" child to sleep. Stupid woman is too soft. Doll will not stop crying. Woman decides to smash doll. KGB begins find dead infants, and mothers holding doll. Mothers understand, if infant is not strong enough to outlast doll, infant is not true Soviet!

--

Wake up in middle of night hours. Man knocking at door. You walk down stairs and answer door. No one there. Back upstairs. You hear knocking at window. Pull up blind. No one there. Phone rings. Says we are watching you. You hang up. You scared. You call militia. Sent to Siberia for conspiracy. Such is Russia.

--

Now is time for old tale.

Comrade was walking down forest road due to capitalist car breaking down. Comrade saw in distance KGB truck. In order to get back to beet field for all glory of Mother Russia comrade stuck out thumb. KGB truck stopped at side of dirt road. Comrade ran to truck and opened up passenger side door. Was sent to gulag for spying on secret KGB truck.

Such is life in Mother Russia.

--

Yevgeni Zakarov did wait. Fluorescent light above him did spark while shining in broken glass. Capitalists were invading outpost. He didn't see them, but did expect them for years from across Atlantic. Warnings given to commissar Yuri did not warrant response from union. Far too late now.

Yevgeni was conscript for fourteen years now. When he was young he watched dad in gulag with vodka and he saying 'I am wanting to grow up in gulags daddy'. Dad said 'No! Shut up! Commissar will overhear us! You will not have chance to be asset to the union!'.

There was time when he believed him. As he got oldered he stopped. But there was a time when he believed him. Glorious Union knew there were capitalists. 'This is Boris' the intercom crackled. 'You must bring fiscal report to office please.' So Yevgeni picked up papers and went to office.

'HE GOING TO ENSLAVE US' said the capitalists. 'I will make them give to nation' said coworker as he gave out paychecks, but economy failed and not all had much to give to glorious Soviet people. 'No!' shouted Yevgeni, 'I must collect funds for people to stop capitalists!' The intercom said 'No, Yevgeni. You are the capitalists.'
And then Yevgeni was a nationalist-socialist.

--

"Father, I had a bad dream"

You take a sip of vodka and roll over. You stare at the clocktower on Sobornaya Square it's 3:23. "Go back to sleep, there is work tomorrow."
"No, Father."
The familiar warm buzz of vodka starts to sink in. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness. "Why is that, devochka moya?"
"Because in my dream, when I was about to go back to sleep, the thing wearing Mother's skin sat up."
You pause, and face your daughter and look at her intensely. The figure behind you begins to stir.

"Don't talk that way about your brother, it is not his fault we have no money for coats. Such is life in Moscow."

--

Try this. Turn off music. Turn off TV. If you are greedy capitalist and have machine, turn off computer. Go to next room, and sit, do not dance, do not drink, be as quiet as Jew during pogrom. Does Comrade Russian hear sound? Itsy bitsy ringing? Glorious People say it is brain making up a sound to explain reason why Russian is not drinking or dancing.

People lied.

Silly Americans can not tell you what making sound, Smart Russians can because are not silly bourgeoise with book and film.

It is wail of gypsy. If gypsy is planning to steal item in house, evil gypsy wail alerts holy Russian Orthodox Church. Find gypsy, hit gypsy with hand, then drink Vodka until sound go away. Then hit gypsy child until child is no longer gypsy.

Such is life for gypsy in Russia.

And no amount of running will save you. (I'm looking for the original of this, seems interesting)

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In any city, in Motherland, go to any asylum you can get into. Go to the front desk and ask for man who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of puny fascist-like fear come over the strong communist worker, then you will be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. The corridors will be silent like Spetsnaz killing a weak anti-communist soldier. You will begin to hear someone whispering to themselves, like brother Yuri after 3 bottles too much of glorious Russian vodka. It will be in a language you do not understand but even your courageous workers heart will know fear.

Should the talking stop at any moment, stop walking and yell "GREEDY CAPITALIST PIG! I WILL RAPE YOU LIKE SMALL CHILD." If you hear nothing then remove your trousers and enter the cell. If the whispering resumes like Russian workers after loss of only son then you may choose whether or not to remove pants.

When you enter the room you will see small weak man who has not had beets in some time. He will be speaking in a language not russian, beat him until he speaks the tongue of the motherland.

When he learns the great language you will say the bloodied pile that was once a man "What happens when they go together?"

The fragile man will look into your eyes and answer in great detail. Some have gone mad and lost hope in this great land, do not worry they are in gulag now. After he finishes forget what he has told you for it is capitalist propaganda, kill him and feed him to your children in a beet stew.

--

In small Ukrainian village, mother works hard to get work permit for daughter to work in Russia. Mother works hard every day. One day mother work so hard she faint, but continued working when recovered. Mother keeps fainting and gets sicker, but keeps working like true comrade. On deathbed, mother gives daughter locket. She tells daughter to only open it when she believes she can't continue with life.

Mother dies. Daughter gets work permit for Russia and works in screw factory. Years pass and one of daughter's comrades in factory asks about locket. Daughter tells him. Comrade asks her to open it. Years have passed and daughter is productive worker. Daughter finally opens it. In it was piece of paper that says:

Only through hard work can the workers over throw the Capitalist fascists that threaten glorious Mother Land.

--

You are sitting in room. When you hear noise from outside. You go outside and girl that died in glorious work the day before is standing in snow. She screams and runs. Because in Soviet Russia, YOU SCARE GHOST

--

For weeks in Moscow I stay in terrible apartment with thin walls. Noise is coming from other places all hours of day and night. One day I find hole in my wall. Landlady will not fix. I offer vodka and she say she try. Later I find man in apartment. He is KGB here to arrest landlady for treason. I pour him vodka and we drink to the death of capitalists in Siberia. Life is good in Russia.

--

Boris and I vere having nice discussion over latest news in Crimea when suddenly his phone ring. He pick up phone, give to me, say, it Natasha's dad. I pour us vodka and tell him Natasha's dad died heart attack when he heard Natasha prostitue in Leningrad. Boris pour me some Vodka. She had no choice, he tell me; things not the same since fall of Berlin wall. I agree. We drink. Such is life in Moscow.

--

Ever since young days, I have hideous growths on hands. I ask parents to bring me to doctor for removal, but no will fix for under 600 rubles, and going price known to be only 500. I drink much vodka, and prepare to remove growths myself. Using potato peeler, soon all are gone. I not even yell, like many a capitalist pig. Once growths are removed, they glow greenly in garbage. Parents know now that Chernobyl is not good vacation site. Such is life in Russia.

--

One night, I was in bed, beating my wife, when phone ring. I beat

phone, then pick it up. I hear voice. Voice says;

"What you do with my daughter?!"

I turn to wife and demand to know why her father interrupt me beating

her. But she say, her father is dead!

Then, KGB break into house and arrest me for illegal possession of phone.

Such is life in Moscow.

--

Once there was a small boy who went to school to become proud Russian Communist. He found of a picture of a pretty American girl with smile and two fingers into peace sign. He takes the photo around and no on is knowing her.

One night he hears tapping on window. He looks outside and it is the girl. "Fuck you American" he screams, and throws potatoes at her.

She keeps this up for several nights until boy is out of potatoes. He leaves his house to kill girl but is hit by a car instead. Driver gets out and takes the boy's photo. Girl is now holding a potato and has 3 fingers raised with a smile.

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Old soviet woman is driving down road in husbands car. She is very scared, for woman cannot drive well. She hits a stump; Soviet state must sacrifice silly backroads for glorious highway.

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Soviet scientists conducting experiment about comrade test subjects following squares with eyes across screen. It being curious how big variations on landscape being unnoticed by comrade test subject following square on the screen. Similarity is found on how the Capitalist is now entering your room as you are reading this.

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Legend is being going like this.

You entering bathroom and standing in front of mirror. Turning candles off and, while being in front of mirror, spinning rapidly, you chanting "Leon Trotsky" "Leon Trotsky" "Leon Trotsky" "Leon Trotsky", several times, while catching glimpses of self on mirror. It is said that eventually you be seeing image of Leon Trotsky on mirror.

Upon exiting bathroom you are being arrested by KGB for believing in existence of Leon Trotsky, whom the party as proven never existed

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Vladimir was reaching for towel when he saw it. Something in mirror, darting out of his line of vision. He stared at mirror for a while, trying to work out what he'd seen, drinking vodka from bottle in meantime. There was nothing but reflection. He beginning to dry himself, and he saw it again. Flickering out the corner of his eye, something in mirror! He stepped out of the shower and towards the mirror.

Vladimir's wife, Tatyana, arrive home later that evening, but Vladimir is nowhere to be found. After searching shack, all she could find of him was towel lying on floor. Tatyana phone KGB like good Soviet woman.

KGB inform Tatyana that Vladimir saw gypsy in mirror, and that Vladimir give chase like strong comrade should. Glorious Communist State give Vladimir award for catching gypsy; two bottles of vodka.

Two days after gypsy-catching, Tayana disappeared from face of Earth. Unfaithful capitalist whore executed for wasting valuable KGB time.

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I am comrade Vladimir's mirror reflection. All mornings he wake up from bed and walk to bathroom and makes faces. Such behaviour is not approved, but he makes them for 30 minutes. Ridiculous faces resembling capitalist pig. I have to make reflection because thats the work Mother Russia had for me but it angers me. Comrade vladimir used to do this every day until he made faces for the last time. He grabbed scissors and stabbed his right eye. I called KGB and they took it to siberia to cut trees.

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Elderly comrade go sitting in Chernboyl. Not know which direction go in since he not assigned to beet fields yet. Sit down on good worker bench but not tired because tired is bad for workers. Elderly gypsy go up to him, say "What third wish comrade?"

Comrade confuse since he not know of first or second wishes. Wishes for more food for family. Then KGB come and arrest both of them for hoarding. Gypsy get put to work in munitions factory. Old man put to work in beet field.

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Russian man is at work alone. Copy machine begins making copies. Man did not make copies. He goes to look. Copies show him dead at desk.

He curses bad Swedish machines. Shoots copier, and begins making all copies by hand.

PurpleLeafRave:

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PurpleLeafRave:
I was alone in my house because my whole family had gone to a festival. I was lying on my bed, which is a very tall metal bed, and it usually shakes a little bit when I roll over.

However, as I was lying there listening to music, completely still and silent, my bed shook vigorously. The only time it ever shakes that much is if somebody shakes it. I was so sure there was somebody underneath my bed, so I looked and there was nobody there.

To this day, I cannot explain it. It actually scared the crap out of me. Nobody else can get into my house apart from my family, they're the only ones with keys, and they didn't get back until much later in the day.

It honestly cannot shake that much even if I try to shake it. It's only if somebody grabs it and shakes it from below.

Earthquake?

I thought about that, but I live in England and somebody else would've mentioned it. My family were outside at a festival at the time, and I asked them and some neighbours but they all said they felt nothing.

We DID have an earthquake last year or the year before, I had a similar experience but I just figured it was my cat fucking around under the bed... If memory serves I think it happened around 11am?

David_G:
In Soviet Russia, post snips you!

The Heavy would be proud.

Gentlemen, Ladies. Thank you for these enjoyable tales and images. My excretory system has been backed up for quite some time now but I can assume you, it is fully flowing again... Now if you'll excuse me I need to board up my windows and doors, get some clean pants and hide under my covers for the next few weeks...

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