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The Ghost in the Basement

It was a dark day, not unlike one in Alaska during the winter. I walked out into my car and shielded my eyes from the sun. I got in (right side because I am from Britain) and started to drive my car. I looked in the back seat and saw my son. I said "hello son" and he did not respond. I assumed he way playing on his iPod touch 128 GB by Apple. I got to the store and got out of car. When I look in back seat he is not there. "where is my son" I said. I assume he is playing his Sony PSP mini by Sony Games. I go in grocery store and buy a lettuce and some eggs, also some sauce. I go to cash register and say to man "have u seen my son?" he said "you never had son, you have been in a coma for the last one hundred years." But who was sauce?
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The Ghost in the Tower

Never again will I ever dare to enter another clock tower, after the encounter that had crossed me just the other day. It was a cloudy November night, and there was a very light breeze that whistled through the brustling golden foliage on the sides of the road
Going into the tower, I had to push violently on the jammed, overwhelmingly tall door. I eventually thought "fuck this", gave a mighty bolting kick and unhinging the door right from its sides. 
"To the top" I thought to myself, as I wished to acquire a landscape view of my entire town. I was also hopeful to capture a beautiful picture for the photography competition I had planned on entering just next week.
Give or take a few, there were at least a hundred steps in this tower, but at last my tired legs had finally made it to the top. I rushed too fast into the room that lay atop the tower, as almost immediately I halted to a stop at the horrible sight that beholded me. A bumpy, green-skinned ghost floating in the middle of the room with worms squirming through her eyes and skin, slowly turned to me and slowly opened her mouth to reveal a rotten, brown toothed smile. 
"You better have a good reason for being here young man..." she uttered in a monotonous, yet chillingly menacing voice. I gasped and dropped my camera straight to the floor, smashing the lens and cracking the body.
Up above me, the clouds swirled speedily in a circle. Lightening and thunder crashed around me and the ghostly-witch creature leaned over me, and whispered into my ear in her cold, atmospheric voice, words I will never ever forget: "Read the first word of every line."
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The Ghost of 2011

It happened in the summer of 2011. It was a long day at work, which was just weeding my Grandparent’s place with a friend. Trust me, the place was like a week worth job. The sun was setting and we started cooking dinner while watching "Ghost Hunters," we always got inspired to do our own investigations at my Grandparent's house after watching that show.
We waited for the sun go down fully and the stars were showing. We got out my camera, and made sure that my batteries were full. We went to the kitchen and started by asking if someone or something was here. We waited, eventually we moved onto different room until we finished. We uploaded our videos on the computer and analyzed them. Surprisingly, we did find a few things that interested us and posted them on YouTube quick.
During the remainder of her visit, nothing really happened. It was late, and it was time for her to go home, she had school early the next day. When I returned home, I showered and watched TV for a little. I got so drowsy, I actually managed to get up and walk to the back room and flopped on the bed, whistling for my dog to get into bed with me. I fell asleep quick. It was late at night, I was groggy, but I shifted to look that it was 3:15 A.M, I moved my legs to feel that my dog was still by my feet. I smile and shifted to nestle in the covers, I closed my eyes, yet I could hear footsteps on the wooden floorboards in the halls. One thing about my Grandparent's place, the floorboards would give you away.
For some reason, it didn’t bother me, maybe I was too groggy, but the steps got louder until they stopped. The bed started to creak as the corner of the bed by my feet started to sink down, I tried moving but I couldn’t, I couldn’t even open my eyes. I felt another pressure lowering next to my knees, another by my upper side then on my chest. I then felt the worse of it all, something instantly tightened on my neck, I gasped, I tried moving and opening my eyes, but I couldn’t for a few seconds. I was finally able to open my eyes, but I wish I didn’t, I saw a black shadow with red eyes glaring down at me. It was growling and slammed my neck down, forcing me in the bed, it got up quick and ran down the hall quick, I heard the footsteps.
I curled up under my blankets, shaking violently. I got up quick after a few minutes, I saw my dog was on the bed on the other side. I got up and looked around quick, trying to debunk what it was. Nothing was around. I sat on the couch, turned on the TV and watched a show. I will never sleep alone in this house again. My fears were right about the unknown.
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The Ghost of Timothy

Timothy was a young 38-year-old man, and a very cheerful one, even though everybody hated him. His parents abused him, though.
They made him watch many horror movies and they beat him when he simply replied that he didn't want to. Every time he does watch one, he hides under the covers, and his parents paddle him for that. He would talk to his stuffed animals and pretend they were comforting him.
Then he would sob in a dark corner for about two hours. His parents tried to kill him at all costs. At school one day, as usual many boys would gang up on him.
This time they jumped him and ran, this was the last time anybody saw Timothy... Timothy sobbed in the bathroom and surprisingly the custodian didn't care. when he finally got up, it was 9pm and Timothy walked calmly out of the school.
"OH PRINCIPAL STARKY, WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR BABY, WE LOVED HIM SO MUCH!"
Timothy's parents begged the school principal. He told them that he thought Timothy was home with the stomach flu. Soon a detective agency was on the case of Timothy's disappearance. Their first clue was a trail of hair leading into the nearby forest, indicating that Timothy, itched, scratched himself, and some of his hair fell out.
The detective agency found Timothy, deep in the forest, where he usually played, it was Timothy's enchanted neighborhood... but not today. Timothy was found in only a pair of tighty whities, hanging in a tree by his intestines, which where coming out of his butt.
His eyes were poked out a he had a blood stained face. There was brain guts all over his body and his head was barely attached to his body. The Six detectives shot themselves on the spot, as blood came gushing out of their heads.
Remembering that some cameras were put in the forest, they played back the videotape to the FBI and Timothy's parents.. At first they saw Timothy wander on the camera at 10.34.58. He notices the camera and waves at it, as if he's about to put on a show.
First timothy strips down to his underwear. Next, he shoots himself in the head. For minutes, blood comes gushing out of Timothy's head and, although the camera is silent it looks like he is screaming bloody Mary.
After minutes of motion lying, a ghost is captured on camera. It is Timothy's ghost! The ghost grabs Timothy's blood and smothers him in it. Next, the ghost brutally pulls out Timothy's intestines and pulls up Timothy by them. The ghost ties Timothy to a tree and wraps Timothy's intestines around the tree.
The ghost throws a rock at Timothy's head, causing his eyes the fall out and crack his neck. The ghost then shows his hand to the camera, meant to make viewers suicidal.
Timothy's parents both commit suicide by banging their heads into the electrical screens. Blood quickly comes gushing out and skin is also ripped off by the glass.
REST IN HELL.
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The Ghost of my Ambition

It's been many years since my ambition died. It was a long, slow, lingering death. It's too painful to recount the details here. Suffice it to say that at long last my tortured ambition expired and moved on to its eternal rest. Or so I thought.
The other day, I heard a faint but familiar voice. It was saying the most evil things. "Get a real job", it hissed demonically. "You're going nowhere in life. Stop smoking that grand-daddy purple and make something of yourself."
Then, as quickly as it arrived, the vile spectre departed. However, I now know that is not dead which can eternal lie. There is no telling when the ghost of my ambition will return to offer its depraved advice.
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The Ghost of the Pee Pee Poo Poo Man

There is a terrifying legend in my town that speaks of a terrifying ghost called the Pee Pee Poo Poo Man. He would come during the night to urinate and defecate on his unfortunate victims. My roommate thinks he wet the bed and did a poo poo, but it was really the ghost of the Pee Pee Poo Poo Man, and I'm very scared, and don't know whether to tell him or not.
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The Ghost with One Black Eye

Everyone in town knew that their popular hotel had one room that was haunted by a ghost with one black eye. Way back when the hotel was first built, a man got into a fight in the hotel bar. He took a punch to his left eye and it knocked him out cold. The hotel owner hauled him up to his room to sleep it off, but he never woke up. He died right there in the room due to alcohol poisoning and his ghost haunted the room ever since.
One day, a woman was visiting the town and needed a hotel room for the night. The owner said “Sorry, miss, I’ve only got one room left and it’s haunted.”
“Don’t be stupid”, the woman replied. “There’s no such thing as ghosts. Now shut up and give me the key to my room. I’m tired and I want to take a bath.”
She snatched the key out of the owner’s hand and went upstairs. When she went into her room, the woman began running a bath for herself. Just as she was taking off her clothes, she heard a voice growling “I’m the ghost with one black eye. I’m the ghost with one black eye.”
Scared out of her wits, the woman, despite having no clothes on, ran downstairs completely naked. She dashed right out the front door, into the street, and the townsfolk were shocked to see a naked woman screaming in terror as she fled off into the night. She was never seen again.
The room sat vacant for a few more years until a man came to stay at the hotel. There was only one room left and the owner explained it was haunted. “I don’t believe in ghosts,” said the man as he took the key and went up to his room.
But, no sooner had he closed the door when he heard a ghostly voice whispering “I’m the ghost with one black eye. I’m the ghost with one black eye.”
The man was scared out of his wits and smashed right through the door, leaped the entire flight of stairs, and ran out of town shouting at the top of his lungs.
A couple years after that, a family was on holiday in the town and stayed overnight in the hotel. The mom and dad went to collect a snack and their son went to the haunted hotel room and got ready for bed. Just as he was putting on his pajamas, he heard a ghostly voice saying, “I’m the ghost with one black eye. I’m the ghost with one black eye.”
“You don’t scare me!” said the boy. “And if you don’t shut up, you’re gonna be the ghost with TWO black eyes!”
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The Ghosts in the Woods

I enjoy hanging out in the woods in my free time. I was in the woods late one night last week after a good ole fashion orgy by the tree stump. I usually try to leave by dark but you know what they say, orgies in the woods only happen once every 3 days so I had to be sure to get my fill and I am quite the voracious orgy goer.
So I was about halfway back to my car and I see a light in a clearing ahead. There were about 4 or 5 or 6 or 7 or 9 ghosts standing in a circle around a burning cross! I was super creeped out! So I went to walk away and one of the ghosts spotted me. He said because I was one of the white brethren (I think he thought I was a ghost too) I would be able to join their ghost club!
I was like 'NOT TODAY YOU GHASTLY FUCK!' And sprinted away. The ghost yelled after me to stop being such a bitch and that they have hotdogs and ribs at their afterparties so I should really reconsider. I kept running till I got back to my car and hopped in.
Anyway, my suggestion to you would be to stay out of the woods in north east Maryland... GHOSTS LIVE THERE!!!!!!!!
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The Ghoul's Lament

Why am I hung in chains,
For the crows who peck my eyes,
And delve with black beaks into my brains?
Lies! The crimes they blame on me, all lies.
I never harmed a living man, I killed no one.
I merely took what I found in the ground,
I always returned the bones when I was done.
No harm did I, but fiend and Hell Hound
You called me, monster and ghoul.
The body, is nothing after the soul has left,
If not I then the worms. Why need you be so cruel?
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The Ghoulish Guerrilla

After a hard day of fishing, there's nothing I like better than enjoying my second favorite pastime which is destroying lie-berals with facts and logic. I was deftly dismantling one particular demon-crat's worldview when, realizing she was backed into a corner, she began chanting some satanic mumbo-jumbo that she must have learned in college.
Suddenly the Che Guevara picture on her shirt sprang to unholy life! The specter of Che himself now stood before me. It said, "why do you harass my chosen people, imperialist dog?" I drew my fully legal concealed carry weapon and fired repeatedly at the menacing figure, but it continued to confront me. Thinking quickly, I grasped my Holy Bible and held it on high! The infernal entity shrieked and shrank away from its holy power.
"Flee before the might of Jesus!", I cried out. There was a bright flash of light and a bald eagle descended from on high. It flew straight for Che and attacked his smug face with its claws of righteousness. The lie-beral ceased her infernal chant and fled into the night.
As a result of these events, I uncovered a whole underground network of satanic college professors who were corrupting our youth and brought them to justice! But that's a subject for another time.
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The Giant, Creepy-Ass-Hairless-Spooky monster

It was a normal evening.
I was coming back home after going to the cinema, where i saw the movie "Grifting: Story of Little Otik", and i was sleepy as shit.
I got home.
On the door there were some were some scratch marks, but i wasn't surprised since my siberian husky Smiley usually does stuff like that.
I still remember the day i met him.
I was walking down the street when i saw a photo of him on a tree, it said that the poor dog ran away and his owner couldn't find him anymore.
He had such a big, BIG smile!!!
I managed to find him some days later, and when i called the owner he said i could keep him.
I was soooooo happy!!!
I said hello to my neighboor Mordegard Glesgorv and opened the door.
Mr. Glesgorv was a pretty smart fella, he was an experienced marketing coordinator at some fancy advertising agency but he was pretty friendly as well.
Altough rumors flying around the neighborhood say that he killed some fuckers in his youth.
I went inside, gave some food to Smiley, and opened the TV.
Since there weren't any interesting shows, i decided to go to sleep.
The only thing that seemed interesting was a Simpsons episode with Bart falling out of a plane but i was waaaay too sleepy for that shit.
So i went to my room and went to sleep, ignoring the weird black liquid...thing that was near a window.
At 23:44 i heard weird sounds coming from downstairs.
I tried to ignore them.
However, some ten minutes later i heard a lound bang and decided to investigate.
I grabbed my titanium dildo, a candle and went downstairs.
I saw something horrible:
A giant, creepy-ass-hairless-spooky monster was staring at me!!!
He was soooooooo hyper-realistic!!!!
And he smelled like diarrhea!!!
As he was approaching me he took one massive, smelly shit, the turd slowly fell out of his butt and then exploded on the floor.
I tried to attack him with the dildo but he dodged my attack and took my dildo.
I tried to run, he chased me around the house for hours and hours and hours and hours!!!
At some point i even tried to piss on his face, but that only made him angry.
I even tried to attack him with empty beer bottles, didn't work.
So he finally got me cornered in my closet.
He approached me.
I was doomed.
I saw his claws getting nearer...
...and then i grabbed my AK47 outta my toilet and blasted that son of a bitch away.
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The Giant Orc Roommate That Helped Me Pay My Taxes

I've been financially strapped all my life, never really getting the chance to stay in one place for a while. Fucked me up in the head a bit, it did. So when I finally went out into the great unknown on my lonesome I wanted to do it all cheaply. My dead end job paid just well enough that I could sustain myself off of nothing but microwaveable ramen and potato chips and still be able to rent an apartment room and have internet access. Oh, Pornhub, you were the cure for lonely nights.
Anyways, one day I got a new roommate to move in. His name was "Klugg" and he was some kind of orc. It was a bit strange, but I always wanted to meet new people so I decided to invite him in. Immediately he used his giant stone ax to break holes in the wall so he could set up his "treasure cave". Klugg kept carrying huge burlap sacks of treasure, which was usually coins made of silver, gold, and other metals, along with some gems scattered about like marshmallows in a Lucky Charms cereal. I tried to feed him my top ramen, but he said he only hunts wild game, and once a week he would go out into the nearby forest and drag back a deer or hog, to which he would try to spit-roast by using my lighter and some spare wooden chairs lying around. Hey! Those are mine and I paid $200 for them at IKEA!
But it's not as if this was a total bust. One day when I had to file my taxes I was worried I spent too much, but Klugg threw some gold coins at me and I turned them in to the bank. I was able to do my taxes good. Then the IRS guy came a-knocking, which I didn't answer. Klugg answered by brandishing his ax which caused the IRS guy to run away screaming while pissing his pants.
Nowadays I've gotten a better job, and Klugg is saving up all his treasure to buy a dragon. Hopefully it'll fit in the room this time around, huh?
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The Gift of Gams

Once upon a time, I went to the store to pick up a couple of bagels. I then went to the clerk, who told me he couldn't let me purchase my bagels because I haven't shoved them up my ass today yet.
That's when I knew there was some spooky stuff going on... probably with skeletons.
I said, "I don't usually have to do that".
"You have to from now on", said the clerk in his hyper-realistic voice that was so weird because I didn't purchase the hearing aides to be able to hear sound with that well of quality.
By the way I'm 21 years old.
Anyways...
"Why?" I says to the man.
"Because you're big, scary and Pink", he says to the me.
And I'm all like "heph heph heph" cause I'm having this huge stroke for some reason.
Turns out to not be a stroke but possession by Evil Demon Spirit Mecha Pirate Robot Ghost Kings(™). I usually couldn't tell you what happened when I was possessed, but someone told me in great detail after my possession subsided because
So apparently when I was possessed, I immediately went to the candy aisle and shoved it all into my bag that could carry any amount of things and then I took off in my scooter that I pulled out of the bag and rode around the store screaming "TRUE SUFFERING IS NOT KNOWN" I don't know why though. pfft porbably somethin dumb
Tehn I left the palace and I realized my gams were really strong gams. I started calling my legs gams because I had been sent back in time to 1943. Annoying men my age were like "Hey lady, those gams wanna get in mah jams" and I was like bam... cause I hit them in the face.
And then I realized my gams were gifts and used them to perform in concert shows. Little did I know that my energy was being sucked out and I was going to become coma soon.
Later, the Evil Demon Spirit Mecha Pirate Robot Ghost Kings(™) came to me and bit me. I realized that they were there all along, sucking the energy out of every part of my body except the gams.
The top half of my body went bye-bye and my gams are still alive to this day, performing shows. I have only learned to communicate on computer machine through these gams.
That is when I realize that gam is gift.
==Conklevision==
This is spooky tale that gets a spooker rating of 6/4.
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