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Backward Dream

I had a strange dream a few weeks back...
(It's a little bit fuzzy, but I know it well enough. Oh, and before anyone says this is not very scary, THIS IS A TRUE DREAM I HAD. So the dream won't be directly creepy.)
I was having this dream; it was in third person, but I was thinking for myself. I was in my English class room, and the only people in the room were me and the teacher. I raised my hand as she was giving a lecture to tell her that the Mayans were wrong, and that the world was not going to end in 2012. But when I tried to say that, I said it supposedly backwards, though I do not know if my mind was actually saying it backwards or if I was spouting complete rubbish. I was taken aback when I heard myself say this and was very confused. My teacher said cautiously, "What?" I responded by trying to say it again, this time saying the sentence correctly. After I said this, there was an agonizingly long moment of me and her just staring at each other blankly. Then, my teacher out of nowhere started yelling things backwards at me... no, not yelling, slowly getting louder, like turning up the sound on a speaker.
Then I woke up.
I had know idea what she said or if it was actually backwards. But when I told my teacher about the dream she said that she had a similar dream when she was a child. Expect they were talking about a different thing and the roles were reversed. This is the first time anything like this has happened to me... I not sure what to think.
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Bad Connection

Ring Ring Ring
Julie quickly snatched up the phone.
"Hello?" she said.
It was her parents. Feelings of dread mixed with hope filled up inside of her. She knew what this phone call was about. It was about her dying brother, Dave, in the hospital. This was the phone call that was going to answer if he was okay or if he had passed away.
"Julie," her father began, "We've got great news! Dave is okay!"
Julie nearly dropped the phone in happiness.
"YES!" she shouted, "THAT IS GREAT NEWS!"
She then burst into tears of joy.
"He will be coming home tomorrow, the dear." her mother then started.
"God be praised," Julie then said.
"Would you like to come up here to see him? He looks just like nothing even happened," her father then said.
"Oh my god! YES! I can't wait! Thanks dad for the good news! I love you!"
Julie never even bothered to wait for her dad to say goodbye. She just hung up and started cheering.
"THANK YOU GOD!" Julie shouted.
Just then, a repair man knocked on her door. Julie answered.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hi," the worker said lazily, "I'm here to fix your phone."
"Why? My phone is perfectly fine!" Julie said.
"No it's not. There's some type of virus going around causing phones to receive information very poorly. Basically, what you would hear on the receiver will be muffled up phrases that aren't what they really are." the worker explained.
"Oh my God," said Julie. She passed out right there.
She was never looked at the same way again by her family.
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Bad Dog! - The Black Screen

The following is a true story that happened to me around three times, and will always confuse me.
Up until 2000-2001, there was a software company called Berkley Systems. They were best known for their immensely popular screensaver programs called Afterdark, and the game, You Don't Know Jack! One of their most popular screensavers in their packs was Bad Dog! This was a funny one about a dog who would tear your wallpaper, pee on your trash can, dig holes, and do more to your desktop while you idle. They also had one in AfterDark 3.0 (or 3.2?) called Boris, about a cat who did cute, catlike things on your screen. These screensavers were very vivid, had great MIDI effects, and always will be with me to my dying day. They were a huge part of my early days, to say the least. If you started Boris, occasionally Baddog would come in and chase Boris around for awhile.
This would have different animations and sounds than the rest. The same happened with Bad Dog!, where you would have Boris come in, and get chased. The first time the mysterious black screen happened, I was around 3, and was interested, but terrified of it. The black screen was very rare, even more so than the invasion of Boris. What happened, was that instead of your background, there was a jet black screen, with only BadDog on it. He would stare into the distance, bristling and growling for awhile, periodically whimpering and running offscreen, just to sprint back on seconds later. This had me terrified. I was always wondering what horrors lay beyond the blackness, that only Bad Dog could see. Needless to say, the other times were equally disturbing, and to this day, I'm still haunted by the creature beyond the blackness.
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Bad Habit

Joshua. Was what he called a casual smoker, working his way toward a serious habit. He was always confronted about his addiction, which started two years back, since his friends and family found out. He thought about quitting, and a few times he tried. However, Habit always brought him back to it. He liked to smoke most times. Other times, he felt guilty.
Eventually, he decided. For his love and her baby, soon to be his family. One month and it will be done. Of course, he thought of this while smoking. That day, something seemed.. Off about the cigarettes. They tasted a bit worse, and the blackened end seem to be darker than usual... Almost wet. "Ah, I'm sure it nothing. Besides, one month, I'm done!" The next day, again he stepped out of the office to have his hourly smoke. He felt that something was definitely off today... Not even noticing the single drop of a tar like fluid that fell from his cig. But what he did see was it seemed even darker than before. "Well that is definitely strange..." He said, more focused on the rough days at work ahead. Immediately after his smoke his stomach was churning. "Uggh... Shouldn't have smoked after coffee... Bleh."
The days went on and on like this, ignoring all the strangeness happening, till the final night. His last cigarette in hand. "Finally, I can end this.." "no....."
Shocked he whipped his head around frantically outside the steps of his home. He swore he heard something. And why was his hand so clammy on a dry winter... That was as far as he could think before noticing black tar from his hand sliding down his wrist. "The fuck?!" He looked up to see only trees, blowing fiercely, as if... The wind were actually blowing... In the dead still air. He dropped the cigarette and walked back in. "That's it, I'm too freaked. Can't do this shit!" He stormed back in, took a shower to relax and plopped onto the chair in his living room with his laptop and began to watch some funny YouTube videos.
Upon watching a great video of Billy Connelly and his Colonoscopy story, he passed out cold. It was a few hours in that he felt uncomfortably hot around his lap... He shuffled to situate the laptop on his lap and started drifting again. Midway into falling asleep again, the pain of heat intensified, but strangely, only on his thigh. Eyes closed, he tried to push the laptop off absentmindedly, but shocked into consciousness when he brushed a cigarette off onto the floor. Immediately he shot up, terrified. It was oozing tar onto the floor around him! And the moment he screamed... It sparked.
"Male, Caucasian, 21 years of age. Cause of death: Third degree burns on 98% of his body. But... It's odd. His eyes remained perfectly unharmed. And his face contorted into a scream as if he burned before asphyxiation could begin. This is way too odd... I need a smoke."
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Bad Hampsters

OMgawd guys i dunno what do omg omg i will keep typing an stuff for until i cant but oh man they are every wheres now so okay let me back up see it was like a week or sumthing back and I got this hampster pet like in a plastic cage rite because it was my birth day couple weeks back and my mom all she got me was like some random stuff like games an things but thats not what i want and she knows that coz i tell her i want a pet but SHE IS A MORON and never listen so i dint get one then and i had to go and start punching holes in like our doors and stuff for like all week until finally she stops crying and being SUCH A MORON and she get me this hampster and i guess hes okay at least i dont haff to clean up nasty dogs poops but he is little an i call him hamturd becose that is funny even though my mom cries more when I telled her but whatever she is worst so i am taking cares of hamturd and it’s all okay but then like a couple nights ago I sleep rite but when I get up hamturd is there but also this other hampster guy and i is like where did you come from other hampster i dont know you but it was kinda cool now i have two awesome rite but no not rite at all becose latter that day there is now like 6 more of them, and yester day morning like 12 or 20 more even THERE IS SO MANY HAMPSTER OMG and it was bad enuff having all these hampster but guys omg i am not even joking now that the hampsters last night they wake me up an is dark an I look over and all the hampsters they are in these lil black robes and stuff and theres this tiny fire going in their little plastic cage thing and I can hear them chanting in not english and they were doing bad bad stuff i think but when hamturd see i am waking and looking he point his little foot like the front foot at me while he’s stands on his back feet and then i sleep again and when i wake up there is even more hampsters now and they are in my bed and my dresser and they keep getting out of my room and my sister is screaming and my moms is still crying again and I cannot get these bad evil hampsters to stop and i bet they want to kill me specially hamturd who is actually kind of dick what do i do help ehlp help!
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Bad Memory

So yesterday I was creating the morning toast, when suddenly something happened, then this woman came up to me and I said "who are you?" and she said "your wife" and I said "I don't remember". She showed me picture of me in a cape and her in a wedding dress and I said "no".
Then I went to my son's room and my son said "hello parpee" and I said "what?" and he said "hello parpee" and I said "I'm not your dad, I don't remember". So he showed me a picture of me and him at a fun party and I said "no".
So later that day I went to the garden to engage in herbs when my neighbour was there and said "I recommend you water your plants Steven, I mean realistically if you want to look after them as much as you say you do, you have to actually put the effort in. I mean don't get me wrong, I understand you're a decent guy with little time on his hands, but we're talking about lives here. Plant lives, Steven. It's not just about aesthetics. Don't you want to give your wife something beautiful to see when she looks out the window?" and I said "I don't remember who you are" and he cried. He showed me picture of us both tickling each other on head because we are of friend and I said "no", but longer no, like "no".
That was in 1927 when ghost.
...or is it?
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Bad Mistake

(I hope he does not read this)
One day my friend said he had very weird neighbors move in arcoss the street, but that they had old video games. Since Gamestop does not sell N64(Nintendo64) games, I thought I should try to buy some off them. It turned out that they did have some good games but they were way to expensive. They also would not buy or trade any of my sports games. I eventually saw a kid holding a MarioKart 64 cartridge. I asked him how much it costs? and he yelled, "Not for sale! Go away."
I did not like the idea of stealing...but I loved that game so much when I was young, so I stole it when he went to use the bathroom. Now that I think of it, that was a little cruel, but I had a great guilt free, time playing it. That night I had a nightmare that the kid killed himself over it.
The next morning I called my friend and asked if the kid was okay. He replied that he had no idea who "The Kid" was but none of their neighbors children were hurt. He asked why so I told him I stole a game from the new neighbors kid. He told me that I was "evil" and paranoid. I then said I stole Mariokart 64 and he no longer felt so disgusted by me.
That afternoon I saw the kid in my neighborhood...my friends live three miles away...how did he know were I lived anyway. Someone had broken into my house that night and destroyed the Mariokart 64 and my N64. But nothing had been stolen. My friend said it was Karma just being a bitch, but I thought there was more to it then just Karma being repaid..
The following week I saw the kid out my window...at 6:30 a.m. I had the same thoughts running through my head, "What is with that kid". God what was I going to do. I can't go hit him with a baseball bat, he is 6 or 7. I could call the cops but I think they would call me crazy and lock me in a softroom. All I was able to do is ignore him.
Last night he broke all the windows in my house while I was out on a date. I called the cops and there were no finger prints proving that it was him, but who else could it be? There has to be some way to get rid of him.
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Bad Things Are Here To Stay

It all started, one sunny afternoon in August, I just moved into my first home, away from the family home, I was unpacking my boxes when I first felt a shiver, the room went cold but no one was there, I felt very uneasy like someone was watching me.
It was late by the time I finished unpacking, my mate already left I decided to go to bed, I walked down stairs to grab a cold drink. I got a beer out of the fridge and went upstairs, making sure I turned all the lights off, I turned my laptop on but I checked the time and it was already 3 in the morning, so I downed my beer, brushed my teeth and went to bed.
I was laying there trying to sleep, when I felt it again, I quickly sat up, although it was dark, I could see the shadow of it! It passed my door, I lay there too petrified to move but knew I had to get up to see what this thing was.
I heard the bathroom light switch turn on, quickly after the tap started, I got up with the courage to confront this thing or whatever it was, as I opened my door I heard it sprint straight down stairs. I quickly realised it wasnt hostile or was it. A lot was running through my head. I went down stairs after it, turning on every light, I couldn't seem to see it. It was like it totally vanished.
I went up to bed, couldn't sleep, I kept a light on until morning. Over the next few days I met my neighbours and asked around trying not to sound like a psycho. No one could help me, no one had experienced it before, although one neighbour did say they she never knew what happened to the previous tenant, they just vanished! This had me even more worried.
I never settled in, friends and family would visit, but I always felt uneasy, each night I got the same uneasy feeling, kept all the lights on because I knew it never liked light. Until one night I forgot and fell asleep in darkness. I woke with a startle, knew it was watching me, as I rubbed my eyes it was standing over me, I could smell its rotten breath, saliva dripping onto me, its teeth yellow, jagged and sharp. It was just staring at me, small black eyes no nose.
I screamed and he stuck a knife into my chest and for the first time opened his mouth and said...All good things must come to an end. While all are here to say.
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Bad Thoughts

You ever think somethin' bad, and you start thinkin', you know, that if the person next to you could read your mind you'd be in deep shit? And then you think, "nah, no such thing as telepaths, don't be silly?" Cherish those few moments of paranoia. It's the only time they're not listening.
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Bad boy

me and my friend Jessie were out late in night looking for trouble as most people would call we were just walking in a rich neighborhood when we saw some OK bikes just laying just inside the gate so we choose to take them for a joy ride ,we started to race down the street when i saw something coming down the street i did not see any headlights but i figured it was a car so i yelled car down to Jessie as i got of the street to let it past but it never came i just shrugged thinking it just pulled in to a house so we kept on going we saw a burger place call family basket we had some extra money saw we decided to get some fish and chips . as we were eating a notice a man with a hoodie pull over his face but i could tell he was staring at me and as soon as he saw me watching him he just shook his head and walk out 10 min later when we walk out i saw that the bikes that we stole were pop i saw a note on the bike that i rode i pick it up and put it in my pocket of my jacket and i started to walk home "peace out ill see we later " i said to Jessie .as soon as i got home i fell asleep just to wake up to see some cops talking to my mom .whats going i asked my my is the one that told me "your friend was kill last night he was ...he was ripped apart and put in a box with his head on top of the box with bad boy on his forehead in blood i .."do you no who would do this the cop asked ...um ya there was this guy and i told him everything after i was done i went for a walk i put my hands in my pocket and i felt something i pulled it out it was the note all it said was YOU'RE NEXT i crumpled the note in my hand and started to run to my house when i saw the thing i saw last night the thing that went as fast as a car it stop in front me stopping me in my place it was the man with the hoodie i back up what..what do u want you already kill jessie i said as i was starting to back up ......the men started to pull back his hood the right side of his his face was torn to shreds and the left side his eyes was sew shut so was that side of his mouth i screamed i started to run he jump in front of me stopping me and then he grab my arm just ripped it off in a easy pull i tried to screamed but then he pulled my tongue out in a swipe then he made me eat it i choke but it went down then he poke my eyes out drop them on the ground and step on me then he took the rest of my pieces off and put them in a box
justin was later found in his moms closet with bad boy on his forehead
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Balcony Above Hell

So this happened a couple of years ago. I think it was back in 2006, so I must've been 8 and so my brother was like 6 or 7 years old. Our grand-parents had just moved from their home to an apartment. We did really miss the house, because we did great stuff in there. Always joking around and playing games with our grandparents. We had a great time. But we knew we were going to have lots of fun in the apartment, especially because it had a balcony.
As young kids, my brother and I were really exited to go on the balcony. And when the house was furnished, we were allowed to go on it. It wasn't that high, it was on the second floor or of the building. My brother and I had always wanted a balcony ourselves. So we thought about great jokes we could do with a balcony. Dropping objects off it for example.
We entered the balcony. It was a rather small one, but we were really exited. We stayed there for a long time, while our parents were sitting on the new couches. We stood there for a while, laughing about the thought that we could throw water over a person walking by. At first, we looked at the view for a while. We could see the river, and the fire fighters base, the mall and gas station.
After looking at the view for a while, we both looked down to the ground, spying at the people passing by. While looking down, a head suddenly appeared on the balcony beneath us, looking at us. It had the shape of a human face, but it certainly wasn't. It looked like a mask, or facial paint, resembling Darth Maul from star wars ( i didn't know Darth Maul back then ) but it wasn't the same. We didn't know what it was, but it looked evil, kinda satanic. It looked us straight in the eyes and said Don't Spit in a creaking, almost grunting-like, voice. After saying that it disappeared.
We ran inside, telling our parents and grand parents what happened. We were completely flabbergasted and did not dare to go on the balcony anymore.
As years passed by, we kinda forgot about it. But recently, when I my grandma came over, it popped into my mind. I asked my grandma what it could've been. She said it could've been the man who lived in the same building because he uses mariuana often. But that guy lived above her, so he could not have been it. And the people who lived in the apartment under my grandparents' are really old people. Not likely to do such a thing.
The next day, the newspaper came. Usually I never read it, but now I felt like I needed to. And there it was, a small article about the tragic death of a 8 year old boy, who died because he fell of a balcony. Witnesses claimed that he was spitting down on people and he fell off because he was leaning over the fence.
This caught my attention. I think the weird face was something from hell. Because we were looking down to the ground, and the hell is often seen as something that's beneath us, isn't it?
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