It’s safe... it’s up ur mums bum... on second thought there’s always someone in there so maybe we should move it, maybe it’s maybelline
@The Golden God, maybe it's subtext
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What’s the scariest thing to ever happen to you?
@NameyMcNameFace, growing up my friends in the neighborhood liked to go exploring. One day we found a gap in the fence that surrounded our neighborhood separating civilization from the thick East Texas wood. what we thought was a terrain we would never see now laid open before us. We ventured forward into the thicket, so dense it was that we had to crawl to breach the barrier of shrubs. When we emerged on the other side we found ourselves in another world. The pine trees brought darkness to the ground in what was a summer day the songs of the bird were a different tune than usual, a grim atmosphere indeed. Yet we ventured forward. As we treaded on, it became even more strange the sounds of the forest faded only the sound of rustling leaves and breaking twigs under our feet remained. And then we saw it, in the distance an old hunting cabin. It halfway stood in a ruined state, it had been abandoned long ago. Whether by stupidity or bravery we were inclined to enter.
@Captain Cornleon, (Part 2) as we turned the southern corner in search of the door I was stopped in my tracks, before me was a sight I shall never forget. A machete lodged within a stump, and a headless squirrel laid beside it. At that time my friend roared with the command to run, which we all abided. We ran through the trees without stopping. Crawling through the shrubs and emerging back at civilization. I stood slumped over struggling for breath to return to me, when I at last could speak, I asked my friends why would someone cut the head off a squirrel. They looked at me with confusion, they had no idea what I was taking about, only I had seen it apparently. When I asked why he said “run”. It was not because of the squirrel it was the hand in the window trying to open it from the inside.
@NameyMcNameFace, I used to work at an all night diner. There’s a story about a cook that used to work there that died. He was clumsy and one day he was cutting stuff and he cut off his own hand by mistake. He tried to pretend nothing happened, but he panicked and sticked his a spatula down his wound. He freaked out over the pain and ran outside to the street but a bus hit him, and killing him instantly. The bosses did not like him so they fired at his funeral which was oddly weird. Now apparently his ghost, haunts the diner. Especially at night. Tuesday’s to be exact because that’s when he died. I haven’t work nights in a while, but I did to cover a shift. 1/3
@NameyMcNameFace, got charged by a moose while floating down a river. Started screaming at it and scared it away. I won an argument with a moose
@NameyMcNameFace, finding an old abandoned grain silo with a flooded basement filled with old dolls and children’s clothes
My coworker told me the story that night. He said that when he “visits” three things will happen. The lights will flicker on and off. The phone will ring, and when you answer, nobody will be there and then he shows up. It was 2am and all those things happen. Then out of the blue me and my coworker saw a shadow standing out side and he screams, “THE HASH SLINGING SLASHER!!!!” I was like “The Trash Bringing Basher?” He screamed “‘NO ITS THE HASH SLINGING SLASHER” that’s the first I heard of his name. He walks in. We feared for our lives. 2/3
We saw his spatula hand. We thought we was gonna die. He walked to us and as he walked into the light, we saw he was just a normal dude. He wanted to apply so he brought his own spatula to show us his skills. We questioned who called and found out it was him but he didn’t say anything because he was nervous. But then we questioned who was flickering the lights and found out it was Nosferatu. Scariest moment of my life. True story. 3/3
@Stacys daughter , was it the hash singing, the trash brining, lash ping slasher?
@Stacys daughter , that would suck working at a place like that, did they make you mop the ceiling too?
@NameyMcNameFace, For a brief period I lived with a guy and his girlfriend. The guy had recently quit selling drugs, but they were still living the drug dealer lifestyle. She was a terrible influence on him, always pushing him to score them harder drugs, to get back into selling, to rob and/or beat people that she didn't like. After awhile he became torn. Part of his mind wanted to leave dealing behind and improve in a way that society approved of, but the other part of him didn't want to lose the lifestyle and notoriety he had cultivated for himself (which included the girl he was infatuated with).
@NameyMcNameFace, One fateful evening, in a show of simultaneous brilliance and stupidity he decided to flush ~$3000 worth of coke down the toilet. He knew that neither of them had the willpower to resist the product if it was within their reach, but the unfortunate part (for him) was that he was fronted the product and had promised to pay back the full value after he had sold it all.
@NameyMcNameFace, All hell broke loose and she ended up leaving him and the house in a whirlwind of rage. Being the type to make rash decisions, the next day he bought 100 Xanax to "help calm his nerves". The thing about Xanax is that it is great to treat anxiety, when used correctly. When abused it has several very negative side effects, but the one that gets people into trouble is a lack of short term memory. He would take a few of them, watch depressing music videos, forget he had taken any, and repeat the process ad naseum. Within the first two days after the break up he had taken over 40 of them. He was slipping into darkness fast and reality was no longer in his grasp. He wasnt even in the same universe anymore, trapped in the confines of his poisoned mind. The first night I had to call a mutual friend with a black belt to help me babysit him. He was trashing everything, the walls in my house, his own bed was cut and ripped apart, and several of our doors were ripped from their h
@NameyMcNameFace, their hinges in his destructive path. That night I decided to take his gun and Xanax away and stash them in separate places around the house.
The next day I had to work and all of his "friends" were too busy to check on him. While I was away he found his gun and was sitting in the middle of the living room when I arrived home with the barrel in his mouth, crying. I managed to talk him down and he started asking for his drugs back. After about 20 minutes of back and forth he decided to point the gun at me and demanded that I give him the drugs. That was the scariest moment of my life. I decided not to call his bluff and gave him his stash (after all, if people dont want to be helped, they'll find a way to disrupt your best efforts).
@NameyMcNameFace, I went to work the next day and he called me asking me to come home early, that something didn't feel right. I managed to get someone to cover for me and he called again on my way home asking for me to get him some water and some food. I remember he kept saying he felt cold. When I got home he was hunched over on his futon, convulsing with his eyes rolling towards the back of his head. He was a huge dude, but the adrenaline caused me to be able to prop him up. He was fading quickly, so I shoved the water bottles I bought him down his throat. He ended up puking his guts up and came back to life, at least as much as he could. When I checked his stash he only had 8 pills left. I gave them to him in small doses over the next few days (some fake Xans have fentanyl in them, which can kill you if you quit cold turkey, and he was too fvcked up to remember if he bought real ones or fakes) and let him live with me until he got a job and a car. We dont talk much anymore.
@Al The MotCoJCoLDS, sometimes especially when the walls oozed green slime
@Stacys daughter , this is off topic but how’s your mom?
@Shaughnyboy55, idk about her mom but I heard her grandma had it going on.
@DividedAlliance, holy shït Everything you did in that situation was perfect there are hero’s in this world and then there are legends. You sir are a legend.