Hahahai just typed ghost maid meme
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I WAS ABOUT TO SAY THATo.oand I will not mention that I have seen a meme version of this a zillion times
its just a suggestion dudehah! I hate this kida creepiness, the father is also a human he might have been mistaken about having nobody at home. Moreover, father has arrived after a week, hows it possible no 1 will be home with him?
read short scary stories on reddit they are creepyi just typed ghost maid meme
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didnt that son know they didnt have any maid? :O
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1. Wristbands
When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.
There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.
The doctor said, “That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?”
The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?”
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When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.
There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.
The doctor said, “That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?”
The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?”
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6. The Girl In The Photograph
One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.
His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.
He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.
She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said “No.” He was devastated.
When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said “No.” It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.
The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, “Sorry, no.” When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said “No.” He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.
Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.
The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up.
He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.
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One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.
His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.
He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.
She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said “No.” He was devastated.
When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said “No.” It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.
The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, “Sorry, no.” When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said “No.” He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.
Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.
The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up.
He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.
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A TRUE STORY...
two months back, my friend Talha got operated for appendicitis. The night after the operation he was lying on the sretcher andd his mother was on the sofa in the room, asleep, as it was 3:00 am. Getting bored, he turned on the tv and searched through the chennels finding something good, and there he watched a movie in which the night after the operation a nurse turns to be a ghost and next day the protagonist was found with a torn body with no organs inside. After the movie was finished, he turned off the television and was about to resume his sleep when the door knocked, "Yes?", but no voice replied back. "Who's there?"
The only light in the room was the dimmest of all bulbs glowing.
Suddenly, the door openned with a creaky noise. "Who's there?" he yelled in a horrified voice. His mother didn't even moved by the shout.
At the door stood a charming figure, rather scary because of its just-black appearance in the dim lights. Talha was more horrified when it advanced towards him with the fastest pace a human can.
Frightened Talha looked towards his mother she might get up and save him as she did in his childhood. All he could was what he did then, he started shouting at all might of his lungs "Mama! Mama!". It was then when the black charming body turned to be a nurse and clutched him by his shoulders and made her lie straight that he stopped shouting and his mother had waken up.
"What happened, Talha?" her mother asked wonderingly.
All he could do then, was laugh out as loud as he could after that operation. That movie had really stuck in his mind.
The nurse had come to give some sedative if there was any need to.
#AsToldByTalhaAndAuthenticatedByHisMother
two months back, my friend Talha got operated for appendicitis. The night after the operation he was lying on the sretcher andd his mother was on the sofa in the room, asleep, as it was 3:00 am. Getting bored, he turned on the tv and searched through the chennels finding something good, and there he watched a movie in which the night after the operation a nurse turns to be a ghost and next day the protagonist was found with a torn body with no organs inside. After the movie was finished, he turned off the television and was about to resume his sleep when the door knocked, "Yes?", but no voice replied back. "Who's there?"
The only light in the room was the dimmest of all bulbs glowing.
Suddenly, the door openned with a creaky noise. "Who's there?" he yelled in a horrified voice. His mother didn't even moved by the shout.
At the door stood a charming figure, rather scary because of its just-black appearance in the dim lights. Talha was more horrified when it advanced towards him with the fastest pace a human can.
Frightened Talha looked towards his mother she might get up and save him as she did in his childhood. All he could was what he did then, he started shouting at all might of his lungs "Mama! Mama!". It was then when the black charming body turned to be a nurse and clutched him by his shoulders and made her lie straight that he stopped shouting and his mother had waken up.
"What happened, Talha?" her mother asked wonderingly.
All he could do then, was laugh out as loud as he could after that operation. That movie had really stuck in his mind.
The nurse had come to give some sedative if there was any need to.
#AsToldByTalhaAndAuthenticatedByHisMother
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what does "holding up three fingers" mean here in the last line?
the girl the picture had killed two boys previously, this one was her third victim
reddit?
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no random
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or maybe it was reddit i dint see the site xD
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let my little girl sleep with me at night. I still like to snuggle with her despite the increasingly pungent smell of her rotting flesh.
haha ok
I started having issues sleeping lately. A couple hours after falling asleep, I wake up, feeling restless. I lay there in the dark for at least 20 minutes, sometimes an hour, before falling asleep again.
The first few times it happened, I just laid there, eyes closed, until I fell back asleep. The fourth night it happened, I felt a bit annoyed. I lifted my head and looked around, blinking. As my eyes adjusted, they fell upon the desk facing the corner past the foot of my bed.
In my sleepy delirium, I swore I saw a figure sitting at the desk chair, its back facing me. My eyes adjusted a bit more. The figure did not fade away into the ambiguous nighttime shadows. My heartbeat quickened. After a couple minutes, I worked up the gall to reach over and switch on the bedside light. Light flooded into the corner revealing an empty desk.
The next two nights, I had the same experience.
Before bed the third night, I thought I'd remedy the experience for good. I took the desk chair and turned it away from the desk. I drifted off to sleep peacefully.
A couple hours later, I awoke again, restless. Immediately, my eyes hovered to the corner. Relief flooded my mind as I beheld no shadowy figure in the chair. In fact, I saw no chair at all.
As I laid back into my pillow, something caught my eye. There, right at my bedside, sat my desk chair, a dark figure seated in it. My body froze stiff with fear. A raspy, angered voice whispered down at me,
"don't disturb my work again"
The first few times it happened, I just laid there, eyes closed, until I fell back asleep. The fourth night it happened, I felt a bit annoyed. I lifted my head and looked around, blinking. As my eyes adjusted, they fell upon the desk facing the corner past the foot of my bed.
In my sleepy delirium, I swore I saw a figure sitting at the desk chair, its back facing me. My eyes adjusted a bit more. The figure did not fade away into the ambiguous nighttime shadows. My heartbeat quickened. After a couple minutes, I worked up the gall to reach over and switch on the bedside light. Light flooded into the corner revealing an empty desk.
The next two nights, I had the same experience.
Before bed the third night, I thought I'd remedy the experience for good. I took the desk chair and turned it away from the desk. I drifted off to sleep peacefully.
A couple hours later, I awoke again, restless. Immediately, my eyes hovered to the corner. Relief flooded my mind as I beheld no shadowy figure in the chair. In fact, I saw no chair at all.
As I laid back into my pillow, something caught my eye. There, right at my bedside, sat my desk chair, a dark figure seated in it. My body froze stiff with fear. A raspy, angered voice whispered down at me,
"don't disturb my work again"
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There was a couple in Scotland who had just moved into an old castle. It wasn't long before they decided to empty out the wine cellar. They found a large barrel of brandy. They tried moving it and even got a few friends to help, but they couldn't budge it. In the end, they decided to have a housewarming party and give glasses of brandy out to empty the barrel and make it easier to move. A few days after the party, they went into the cellar and tried to move the barrel again. It still wouldn't move. The husband got his saw in order to cut it into smaller pieces and they cut off the top of the barrel. Inside was a dead body and they had drank the brandy that had preserved it. Submitted by Angel Cutsforth
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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!
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!
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