[EVENT] Halloween.

[yuul]

I just couldn't understand the second sentence..

Those people that know they copied an internet story, will NOT be counted as 'writing your own story'

[slugheady]

Those people that know they copied an internet story, will NOT be counted as 'writing your own story'

haha stoepid literal translation first time 8D.

[Juriën]

Those people that know they copied an internet story, will NOT be counted as 'writing your own story'

thanks, that was an understandable sentense ;D

[yuul]

haha stoepid literal translation first time 8D.

Literally translation of what?
Those > people who copied the story

noops.

[iPepe]

A young girl named Laquesha was left alone on several accounts as her parents worked late. Her parents bought her a dog to keep her company. One night Lisa was awoken by a constant dripping sound. She got up and went to the kitchen to turn off the tap properly. As she was getting back into the bed she stuck her hand under the bed and the dog licked it. The dripping sound continued, so she went to the bathroom and turned off the tap properly in there, too. She went back to her bedroom and stuck her hand under the bed, and the dog licked it again. But the dripping continued, so she went outside and turned off the taps out there. She came back to bed, stuck her hand under it, and the dog licked it again. The dripping continued, drip, drip, drip. This time she listened and located the source of the dripping — it was coming from her cupboard. She opened the cupboard door, and there was her dog hanging upside down with its neck cut, and written on the window on the inside of the cupboard was, "IT WASN'T YOUR DOG LICKING YOU!!!"

[Solution]

A group of young girls were having a slumber party one night and began to exchange ghost stories. One girl claimed that the old man who had been buried earlier that week in the graveyard down the street had been buried alive. She claimed that if you tried, you could hear him still scratching at the lid of his coffin. The other girls called her bluff and told her that she wouldn’t do it. They said she was too afraid to go down there to the grave that very night. They continued to challenge her and eventually she gave into the peer pressure and accepted their challenge. Since she was going to go alone, she needed to prove to the others that she actually followed through with the task. She was supposed to take a stake with her and drive it into the ground so the next day the girls would know that she had been to the grave.

She headed off to the gravesite, stake in hand, and never returned. The other girls assumed she had "chickened out" and had just gone home instead.

The next morning as they passed the graveyard they saw her there at the old man's grave. She had accidentally staked her nightshirt to the ground and when she tried to run from the grave, she couldn’t... she died of fright right on the grave!

[Spirestone]

I perfectly remember that cold winter night. It was January 13th ,1860, the same day that Paul and I had just got married. We were deeply in love with each other and had decided to spend our honeymoon somewhere remote from the city and the people we knew. We were invited to the luxurious mansion that his uncle, Lord James, had in the country, and we accepted as we did not have any other better choice.

After leaving the train station, we had to walk for a long time among the woods that led directly to the house. I will never forget the thick mist of that scary silent night, when we were able to perceive the most insignificant sounds of Nature. As I was very frightened, I asked my dear Paul to put his arm around me. Suddenly, we saw a dim light far in the distance that seemed to come from the mansion we were looking for. We sighed and smiled at each other because we felt relieved. However, it was a short-lived feeling since as we were approaching the dwelling, we found a cemetery just in front of the house. Paul tried to comfort me but I did not like the idea of sharing the place for our honeymoon with the dead ancestors of my husband. As we were passing by all those graves, it started to rain heavily and I could see how a rusty cross was beginning to lean forward and backward as though somebody were pushing it from below. That sight made my hair stand on end but Paul tried to convince me that it was only the blowing wind.
We arrived at the house at last and Lord James welcomed us with open arms. He was standing at the hall with Joan, his new wife, and Veronica, his stepdaughter. They were really kind to us but there was something in the way Veronica looked at Paul that made me feel terrified. She was a short blond girl whose eyes seemed to be hiding something.

We went upstairs to our bedroom and I lay down on the bed for a few minutes. It was bitterly cold and I realised that the window was wide open. I went to close it but I saw something that gave me the creeps: there was a hole next to a cross, just as though somebody had been digging a tomb up. Maybe I was going too far imagining things...That's why I decided to relax and try to enjoy my first night at the house. After a while we joined the other for dinner. Everything was alright then and I was beginning to feel calm again. Nevertheless, the light of the candles suddenly went out and we were in complete darkness. I tried to hold my husband's hand but I could not find him. Then a fork of lightning lit up the room and I saw that I was alone in there. I could not find any logical explanation as I was scared to death. Leaving the room in a hurry, I decided to look for Paul in order to run away from that horrid place. I began to call him loudly without any answer, but then, there was another bolt of lightning and I could see Veronica and a strange man who seemed to be at death's doors and whose clothes were torn. They were walking hand in hand towards me and I suddenly remembered that tomb I had seen from the window. Yes, it was a zombie, I was sure. I tried to run away but I felt how the zombie grasped my arm heavily. Being scared out of my wits, I began to cry and just at that moment, I opened my eyes and saw how Paul was grasping my arm trying to wake me up. I had fallen asleep when I lay down on the bed and, from that very moment, everything had been part of a nightmare.

I held Paul tight and, after a while, we joined the others for dinner. Suddenly, the lights of the candles went out...

[ZoneStyle]

My great-grandmother lived alone up in the mountains at her cabin. Her husband had died, so she was there all alone. She only had one companion, and that was her loving dog. T hey both loved each other very much and the dog loved her and comforted her. Every night when she went to bed, the dog would lick her hand to let her know that he was there to protect her.

One night, she had gone to bed and the dog had licked her hand like he had done routinely every night since her husband died. But this night was different. She had woken up in the middle of the night because she heard her dog whimpering. She wanted to comfort him and let her know she was there for him, so she stuck her hand out by the bed and she felt the dog gently lick her hand like always. She figured he was just cold so she went back to sleep.

The dog's whimpering had woken her up a second time in the night so she stuck her hand out, the dog licked it and she went back to sleep. This happened a third time, and she stuck her hand out and the dog stopped whimpering and came and licked her hand. She stayed awake a few moments afterward and the dog had stopped whimpering. She went back to sleep again.

In the morning, she woke up and stuck her hand out by the bed, but nothing licked her hand. She thought that the dog had already awaken and was just in the front room. She rolled over and got out of bed and heard a drip......drip.....drip.....drip, so she walked into the kitchen and turned the handles on the sink faucet, but it wasn't dripping.

She continued into her bathroom to take a shower. As she walked in, the drips got louder! She turned and looked above the bathtub and SCREAMED! There, hanging from the light by his tail, was her loving companion, with his blood dripping into the bathtub. She screamed and began to cry. Wiping her eyes and sobbing, she turned around and looked at the mirror. In the mirror she saw the dog hanging and written on the mirror with a finger, in her dog's blood with drips and streaks hanging down from each letter, were the words... HUMAN'S CAN LICK TOO!

[yuul]

I find this thread funny, you know why?

People who used to talk with Broken English, suddenly has 'perfect' english in this thread.
So hilarious .

REMEMBER, END DATE : 31 OCTOBER 12 AM, GMT + 2

[InvalidName]

>People who used to talk with Broken English, suddenly has 'perfect' english in this thread.
>People, suddenly has 'perfect' english in this thread.
>People has 'perfect' english in this thread.
>People has
Wut.