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Necro

Oh shit forgot you made this BUMP

A few years ago I went camping with my grandfather, uncle and my dad. It was pretty hot, and our campsite was near a creak. We were pretty big clearing. It was kind odd. While we seemed to drive through swarms of bugs, but our site was completely bug free. We put up our tents, and the grown ups started drinking and shooting bottles. After a while we made dinner and settled around our campfire. My dad let me have my first beer that night. We turned in a couple of hours after dark. I awoke late that night to my dad shaking me. I could hear someone yelling. I came fully aware when I heard the first gun shot. My uncle was firing the gun up in the air and screaming. I thought he was drunk, but the more I heard, the more I realized he was crazy scared. He was muttering something about how they wouldn't take him again, and screaming no. Suddenly he fell silent. He looked like he was twitching, and pushing against an invisible force. I could see his eyes wide with terror. Tears ran down his face and he was whimpering like a child. A bright, hard light appeared overhead. There was no noise, wind, or anything that might hint at where the light was coming from. Press A for next chapter

I woke up and the floor was covered in lego's And my shoes were gone

ok so one time when i was young, maybe 7, i was walking into my room and when i went into my room, as i opened the door i heard something creek and say hello in a creppy voice and then one of my talking toys went off. then i RAN, scared shītless

Wondering if anyone wants me to finish my last two chapters

I hope everyone had as much fun reading it as I had writing it. I'm going to clean it up and put it on the Amazon kindle site.

When I was younger I went to a summer camp for many years. When I was old enough, I became a counselor. This was going to be so exciting; I was going to be able to keep going to camp, and have so much more freedom. One thing I especially liked to do was go on walks at night once the kids were asleep. Most counselors would go to the staff lounge and waste time on Facebook, but I think a beautiful Berkshire night isn't worth wasting inside. This has become a regular thing where I would set out at 11:00 pm and walk a loop around camp with my phone flashlight. But about 3 weeks into camp something very strange happened. One night I altered my walk a bit since I forgot something in the art building (I was a rocketry counselor). I was still going to do my normal loop so I left my phone in my bunk, thinking I would pick it up after. I headed down to the building and walked in. The lights in the building didn't work after a huge storm so I would just dart in quick, get what I need, then leave. I headed into the supply closet where I left my schedule for tomorrow. The closet was a small room with an old wooden door that always stuck. I peered around in the cramped room looking for the paper, but it wasn't on the shelf where I left it. I checked the floor for the paper and noticed it in the corner. I crouched down to get it when I heard the door slam shut behind me. I wasn't sure whether it was a huge breeze from the lake or someone pulling a prank on me, but I was scared. I tucked the paper in my pocket and slowly moved towards the door. I try to push it open, but no luck. It started raining outside, really hard. Water started pouring in the room from under the door. The room wasn't going to fill up or anything, but it was just very sudden and frightening. I hit against the door, but it wouldn't budge. I realized that I was stuck in there for awhile so I sat down in a chair in the corner and waited. I sat in there for ten minutes and then the rain suddenly stopped. I waited a minute and slowly crept towards the door. I pushed on it and it opened with ease. I dashed out of the building and quickly headed back towards my bunk. I slowly crept in and went straight to my bed. I thought over what happened and wondered how the fūck the door stayed shut like that. After that night, I stopped going on those late night walks and joined everyone else in the staff lounge. TL;DR I got locked in a small pitch black room. Door shut behind me and got stuck. I still have no idea how it happened...

One time I jizzed and didn't notice some got on the floor. When I got up I slipped on it and broke my arm.

Apart from my PS4 not starting, this is something else which happened a few years ago. I was walking home from school, (I was 11 then), it was rainy weather. Very typical here in England but it wasn't just rain, it was a full thunderstorm extravaganza. So, I'm walking by the tram stop soaking in rain whilst listening to Three Days Grace and I see a thin white light a few centimetres away from my face. I stopped and soon realized it was lightning. If I was walking just a bit faster or the lightning fell one second later, I would have been hit and probably would have died. (11 year olds don't usually survive lightning hits). And I was just surprised at my own luck on how close I came to possibly dying. I ran home and hugged my mom then told her what happened (I was still shocked by this point) and from that point on, always carry a umbrella. I'm 16 by the way but old habits never die. I guess you can call it a narrow escape.

Seeing your face. How can you live look that damn ugly. I'm kidding. Some kid threatened to stamp me and my friends since he thought one of us took his bike. He had 2 switch blades. I would of told him to -blam!- off but I didn't want to die.