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re: Need to Kill Time: What's a story that you've heard that still gives you chills
Posted on 5/29/14 at 3:28 pm to Bamaal
Posted on 5/29/14 at 3:28 pm to Bamaal
just heard a crazy one today on ESPN Radio.
Guy was on a pay pone and trying to get a dial tone, he hung up a couple times and still couldn't get it. Then this high pitched girl's voice speak to him ver the phone, "I'm trying to dial the number for you, Kevin." she said. The gyu thought it was wierd but didnt overly freak out. Went home and was telling his dad about what happened. His dad looks at him and tells him that hi grandmother worked as an operator for a phone company, and was always teased about her high pitched voice....it was pretty cool.
Guy was on a pay pone and trying to get a dial tone, he hung up a couple times and still couldn't get it. Then this high pitched girl's voice speak to him ver the phone, "I'm trying to dial the number for you, Kevin." she said. The gyu thought it was wierd but didnt overly freak out. Went home and was telling his dad about what happened. His dad looks at him and tells him that hi grandmother worked as an operator for a phone company, and was always teased about her high pitched voice....it was pretty cool.
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Posted on 6/25/14 at 9:54 pm to K9
It was told many years ago around a campfire... The tale of the unforgivable.
In a year unknown to anyone, there was this family. A simple family. Small town, house, job, the works. They weren't wealthy. They were not poor. Just another citizen of this great country. This time of year, there is a big tournament. It comes every 4 years. The team won some, then drew one. It was down to one last chance. His wife asked him just to make conversation... "When do we play this deciding game?" He did not know. But he knew where to find the answer... In the place where no one returns. This is a bad place. A special place reserved for child molester's and people who talk in movie theaters. This place was once written about by the great Dante. Yes. It is the unknown 12th circle of hell where no man can be forgiven for his sins.
So he picks up his device. "It can't be that bad, can it?" He clicks a button a few times. Types some letters in. There it is. He is now one click away from it. His wife sees this. "You can do it babe. If God didn't want us there, he wouldn't have placed it there for us to eat it's knowledge up."
He went there.
He got the information he seeked. He left the page. Everything was as it was suppose to be... He thought. That night, he woke up to sweat and vomit all over the place. The lights wouldn't come on. His wife was missing. His family gone. He was not at home. Darkness all around him. All he heard was screams. He felt something. Something grabbed him and it wasn't human. It spoke in crazy languages that demonic angels would fear. He smelt of elderberries. He reaked of horrors. He carried a black and white patched ball that looks to come from the darkness of nightmares... And that is when it hit him. He committed a sin that no one overcomes. He has entered into hell. His hell. Nothing was normal around him. Nothing can ever be normal again. He saw things, heard things, witness things...
And became another unforgiven causality of the Soccer board.
In a year unknown to anyone, there was this family. A simple family. Small town, house, job, the works. They weren't wealthy. They were not poor. Just another citizen of this great country. This time of year, there is a big tournament. It comes every 4 years. The team won some, then drew one. It was down to one last chance. His wife asked him just to make conversation... "When do we play this deciding game?" He did not know. But he knew where to find the answer... In the place where no one returns. This is a bad place. A special place reserved for child molester's and people who talk in movie theaters. This place was once written about by the great Dante. Yes. It is the unknown 12th circle of hell where no man can be forgiven for his sins.
So he picks up his device. "It can't be that bad, can it?" He clicks a button a few times. Types some letters in. There it is. He is now one click away from it. His wife sees this. "You can do it babe. If God didn't want us there, he wouldn't have placed it there for us to eat it's knowledge up."
He went there.
He got the information he seeked. He left the page. Everything was as it was suppose to be... He thought. That night, he woke up to sweat and vomit all over the place. The lights wouldn't come on. His wife was missing. His family gone. He was not at home. Darkness all around him. All he heard was screams. He felt something. Something grabbed him and it wasn't human. It spoke in crazy languages that demonic angels would fear. He smelt of elderberries. He reaked of horrors. He carried a black and white patched ball that looks to come from the darkness of nightmares... And that is when it hit him. He committed a sin that no one overcomes. He has entered into hell. His hell. Nothing was normal around him. Nothing can ever be normal again. He saw things, heard things, witness things...
And became another unforgiven causality of the Soccer board.
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