Tell me a Ghost Story

[Frostshotz]

When i am afraid that there might be a ghost in my room, i stare at the darkest corner and start masturbating furiously and say " ah you like that ? "

 

Im bored af, so tell me a Ghost Story,even if its copy-pasted.

[Repitchx]

i swear u must be bored all the time lol. you play horde, must be why. only bgs...

[tiggar47]

Two dormmates in college were in the same science class. The teacher had just reminded them about the midterm the next day when one dormmate — let's call her Juli — got asked to this big bash by the hottest guy in school. The other dormmate, Meg, had pretty much no interest in going and, being a diligent student, she took notes on what the midterm was about. After the entire period of flirting with her date, Juli was totally unprepared for her test, while Meg was completely prepared for a major study date with her books.

 

At the end of the day, Juli spent hours getting ready for the party while Meg started studying. Juli tried to get Meg to go, but she was insistent that she would study and pass the test. The girls were rather close and Juli didn't like leaving Meg alone to be bored while she was out having a blast. Juli finally gave up, using the excuse that she would cram in homeroom the next day.

 

Juli went to the party and had the time of her life with her date. She headed back to the dorm around 2 a.m. and decided not to wake Meg. She went to bed nervous about the midterm and decided she would wake up early to ask Meg for help.

 

She woke up and went to wake Meg. Meg was lying on her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Juli rolled Meg over to reveal Meg's terrified face. Juli, concerned, turned on the desk lamp. Meg's study stuff was still open and had blood all over it. Meg had been slaughtered. Juli, in horror, fell to the floor and looked up to see, written on the wall in Meg's blood: "AREN'T YOU GLAD YOU DIDN'T TURN ON THE LIGHT?"

 

Similar case:

I heard about a girl who went back to her dorm room late one night to get her books before heading to her boyfriend's room for the night. She entered but did not turn on the light, knowing that her roommate was sleeping. She stumbled around the room in the dark for several minutes, gathering books, clothes, toothbrush, etc. before finally leaving.

 

The next day, she came back to her room to find it surrounded by police. They asked if she lived there and she said yes. They took her into her room, and there, written in blood on the wall, were the words, "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?" Her roommate was being murdered while she was getting her things.

 

It is not scary as much but it is true, maybe I missed the Topic, but I tryed to get the point :D

Maybe its not associated to much with Ghosts but What the Hell xD

[Frostshotz]

i swear u must be bored all the time lol. you play horde, must be why. only bgs...

 

no,i havent loqqed on for 5days or so

besides, horde isnt that borinq,i like how overpopulated alliance is and just kill them in sw/northshire 24/7 and insta bq ques

 

ty for the story tiqqar47, not scary at all :D

[felxtwo]

A story that i can not stop reading over and over again, but the problem is, if you don't like reading, it's not for you. Here it is:

 

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.

 

And that's when you met me.

 

"What... what happened?" You asked. "Where am I?"

 

"You died," I said, matter-of-factly. No point mincing words.

 

"There was a... a truck and it was skidding..."

 

"Yup." I said

 

"I... I died?"

 

"Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies." I said.

 

You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this the afterlife?"

 

"More or less," I said.

 

"Are you God?" You asked.

 

"Yup." I replied. "I'm God."

 

"My kids... my wife," you said.

 

"What about them?"

 

"Will they be alright?"

 

"That what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is for your family. That's good stuff right there."

 

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Some vague authority figure. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.

 

"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved."

 

"Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?"

 

"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."

 

"Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right."

 

"All the religions are right in their own way," I said. "Walk with me."

 

You followed along as we strolled in the void. "Where are we going?" "Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk."

 

"So what's the point, then?" You asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter."

 

"Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now."

 

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part or yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had."

 

"You've been a human for the last 34 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for longer, you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point doing that between each life."

 

"How many times have I been reincarnated, then?"

 

"Oh, lots. Lots and lots. And into lots of different lives." I said. "This time around you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D."

 

"Wait, what?" You stammered. "You're sending me back in time?"

 

"Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from."

 

"Where do you come from?" You pondered.

 

"Oh sure!" I explained. "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there but you honestly won't understand."

 

"Oh." you said, a little let down. "But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, could I have interacted with myself at some point?"

 

"Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own timespan you don't even know it's happening."

 

"So what's the point of it all?"

 

"Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? Your asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?"

 

"Well it's a reasonable question," you persisted.

 

I looked in your eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature."

 

"You mean mankind? You want us to mature?"

 

"No. just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature, and become a larger and greater intellect."

 

"Just me? What about everyone else?"

 

"There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, there's just you, and me."

 

You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on earth..."

 

"All you. Different incarnations of you."

 

"Wait. I'm everyone!?"

 

"Now you're getting it." I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.

 

"I'm every human who ever lived?"

 

"Or who will ever live, yes."

 

"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"

 

"And you're John Wilkes Booth, too." I added.

 

"I'm Hitler?" you said, appalled.

 

"And you're the millions he killed."

 

"I'm Jesus?"

 

"And you're everyone who followed him."

 

You fell silent.

 

"Every time you victimized someone," I said, "You were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you."

 

"Why?" You asked me. "Why do all this?"

 

"Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child."

 

"Whoa." you said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?"

 

"No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born."

 

"So the whole universe," you said. "It's just..."

 

"An egg of sorts." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move on to your next life."

 

And with that, I sent you on your way.

[Frostshotz]

#atheistlife

tho the You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. part was kinda... bad said, to say the least

 

not my fault there was a fuckinq truck infront of me, i thouqht it was a nyan cat

[JohnArmnjHim]

Wanna see a ghost? Look in your pants.

Get it? Cause ghosts don't exist....

[Frostshotz]

Wanna see a ghost? Look in your pants.

Get it? Cause ghosts don't exist....

 

but im hairy af

and all i see is a d***

[Nemifest]

Nasty, no faith in you anymore.

[Frostshotz]

Nasty, no faith in you anymore.

 

You ever had faith in me?

k no

[Nemifest]

You ever had faith in me?

k no

 

I've loved you for being clean not nasty :(

[tiggar47]

Frostshotz, so immature, aaah :/

[lulzimi]

hello