Creepy old Music box - "When Memories Break"
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- Опубліковано 17 чер 2014
- a music box thang i made using fl studio. "When memories break" Named by LPS LIVIE. Sharing your short stories is highly encouraged, I enjoy reading.
This piece is stock, keeping sound effects to a bare minimum. Adding your own effects if you choose to use is fine and encouraged. Anyone can use this song for whatever freely, please give credit.
If you'd like to read some of my short stories head on over to / submitted
Picture - Gravity Falls. - i love it's a creepy picture
when a criminal breaks in your house just play this on a loud speaker fallowed by you throwing a ball downstairs and then a child's laugh.
Lol an echoed child's laugh
OMG YOUR A GENIUS!!!
But first, we have to rob his house!
YES. EVERY NIGHT I HEAR SOME THING IN THE LIVING ROOM LIKE SOMEBODY IN THERE!
calm down satan
“So this is Stan’s brain?”
“For some reason i was expecting a lot more hot old ladies...”
Is it richie saying that
Hey Flipflop!! I didn’t know you watched this!!
i was gonna comment about the image being from gravity falls
@@haystarr9034 me too
I thought it look familiar but where's bill.?
The creator of this song passed away in June 2019. At the time, this video had around 1 million views. Now it has over 3 million!! His name was Dillon and he loved reading the stories in the comments. He would always watch the videos that used this song in their projects. Please continue to use this song for your projects and post stories! Thank you.
Really ? 😳
Damn
I have a feeling he’s watching over
@@HITBEEE yeah, he is behind you
That's sad to hear, I really enjoyed this music. Hope more people listen to this
As the little boy fell asleep he could hear a slight rumble in the attic.
The next day while he walked back from his friends house he saw something looking at him through the attic window.
Distracted a car hit him. He died.
The little boy woke up. He was in his attic...
Alarmed he looked for a exit.
He could not see it was too dark.
He fell asleep.
The next day he looked out the window hoping someone would notice him.
The only thing he saw was a little boy who looked back at him. Then a car came.
Well whos to blame for the loop the man who didn't slow down the kid or the Mesopotamia dude who invented the wheel
@@ethansanchez6267 lmao idk
who started a time loop.
most spoopy story ever: the wifi is down and its sunday night and you have a project you need to finish and it needs wifi.
and the project is due.... M O N D A Y.
boxedCanine *screems*
FUCK THAT SHIT
Pansexual Pie FUCKING HELL *huff* so scary
*loud screaming*
Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.
DākuNeko lol awesome
BadWabbitz well its not mine but thanks 🙂
oh... lol who wrote story? would love to know.
BadWabbitz i found it on the internet but there was no name there were a lot of stories there
simple i cut them of
"Here is a touching story
Once upon a time, you died
And i live happy ever after
The end"
TF2 reference?
heres a touching story........ HOOT
soo beautiful story ,
He's been here for weeks now.
I never thought my life would come to this.
I can't see him, but I know he's there.
That sensation you get when you're being watched is enough to let me know.
I can't hear him, but sometimes I get urges to do horrid things I know I'd never do. This hasn't happened before. Not this frequently, anyway.
...He wants in.
He's knocking at my mind again. I can feel it.
Of course, I'm not gonna let him in.
Yet, I keep getting a crippling temptation to.
It doesn't help that I'm exposed to technology whenever I'm awake.
That makes me a much more vulnerable target, for a phantom that has made it's home in a game.
Computers that make static, lights flicking off at the most inconvenient of times, that book I got last Easter...
It all adds up. He wants _me._
But why _me?_ I don't really have any buttons to push...
Then again, I am a very emotional person.
I think he's watching again...
Slender man?!
no. me.
i observe them in my dreams.
i learn
*A girl heard her mom call her down stairs "sarah!" As the girl walked down the hallway, her mom pulled her aside and said "I heard it too."*
2 sentence horror story 😂
Uh oh I have seen the short film for that, its super violemt and scary
I had to perform this in Drama Class for Halloween
SAAAARRRAAAAAAAAAA
@Biracial Boy link?
Don’t forget me little one...
But what if I do?
You won’t.
No one will...
Nice one! Oh fuck, they found me gotta go......
nice
I love your pfp
@@witnessthewhaminitsmostpur9711 ??
*Ay, fuck you for messing with my brain sauce*
The memories trickle out of your head... as the time ticks and you don’t remember
You’re riding back home, or at least they called it a home for you, the window seat is your place. As you look at the window, you see it’s raining and it’s pouring outside. You look around the car again, seeing it’s smeared with dirt stains and more, but then look out.
The scenery now looks bared and lonely.
"I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, "Daddy, check for monsters under my bed." I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, "Daddy, there's somebody on my bed."....
thats good
That's actually great
Mmmmm yes nugget
I've seen this happen in some trailer.... i just cant recall
Copied
The music box is both the most wholesome and terrifying instrument
"Change my mind"
True
Amphibia fans : shudder
the title of this video is true all have breaked the memory of you inside your mother
Imagine just hearing
‘Whispering’
while your were listening to this, or even better.
‘lalalalala~~(Very creepy)
Read this while the music plays:
Monday.
AHHHHHHHHHHHH SO SCARY
monday is most scariest day
PixarFanGirl208 aahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahha
I actually cried a little
PixarFanGirl208 NUU MONDAY THE END OF THE WEEKEND WHY U TYPE THIS UR EVIL
Fun fact: the music box the the most wholesome and terrifying instrument!
you literally stole this comment
“And all the kids cried out please stop you’re scaring me”
Am I really that ugly?
And all the kids cried out please stop you're scaring me
I can't help this awful energy
When your mom say:
*in home let's talk*
THATS THE WORST FEELING,
If she gives you a cold stare.
*"your Dead.."*
@@am4r169 What about my dead?
@@thelocalnecromancer1224 your dead is dead..
Oh no that would be the worst if it was my dad
@@blu_furball Alright, I'm back. Had to necromance my dead. I am now officially immortal.
Hey, did you know? Every face you see in your dreams, you've seen in real life? That's right, every single face you see, you've seen somewhere. Remember those big crowds in your dreams? Or the ones with strangers? You've seen those people once before in your lifetime. Why, you may ask? Well, it's because your brain isn't capable of coming up with faces itself. It simply doesn't possess that type of power.
So do you remember those monsters you see in your nightmares? The ones with the pale, elongated faces with sharp big teeth? Your brain didn't make that up. You saw it somewhere, you just don't remember.
You don't want to remember.
Well you could have seen it in a damn haunted house or horror movie. I feel like this is a well-written story, but requires too much suspension of disbelief.
RedStreak
_WHY WON'T THE GRASS STOP SCREAMING?_
hello? Do you want to join dinner?
What about He Who Watchės
Joe The Potato
Eh?
I didn't even write the story lol I found it on some screenshot.
Picture this in your head, I swear you’d get chills: Your standing in a hospital hallway, all the doors are locked, only two visible lights are on, the one above you, and the one across from you where it appears to be shining upon a music box on a ground, you realised the music box started to play in a slow soothing tune, but then you see a little girl pick it up from within the shadows, but then all the doors slightly open, you stayed still but your body is in fear, then..a hand grabbed and gripped your shoulder, it was bloody, scarred, had little cuts, and blood thats slowly dripping down your shirt , you quickly turned around to see who was holding your shoulder, but no one was there, instead, you see your hands were covered in blood, and in one hand you are holding a knife, then infront of you..you saw the little girl, dead on the floor with multiple stab wounds into her chest, holding onto the music box for dear life, it was now silent, with the music box continuing to play with you standing there in the hallway in disbelief.
Woah
That was good~
Why am I breathing faster
Take a story about a monster I have
When I was way younger (in 3rd grade), I got into the horror genre for the first time, and I started watching horror movies, and videos of scary things on youtube, and nothing ever came of that, everything was- normal- Until about a week after I started watching the movies and videos.
I used to enjoy waking up late at night and watching the dark street. I'd get up and open my window so I could smell the night air while staring out at the road, and one night, I was doing that when I heard something walking through the grass of the front yard, so I looked into the yard and saw a large grey figure, crawling through the grass- towards the porch- so I quickly closed my window, pulled the shade, and ran to my bed.
I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong, I hadn't closed my shade right, so you could still see in/out of the window, and so when this thing got onto the porch, it stood up, and straightened itself out. (it was about 6 feet tall) It then looked into my window and made eye contact with me, with its,, huge glowing white eyes, and- I pulled the covers over my head and stayed like that until I blacked out.
It would come back and try to watch me every night, for years, until the beginning of 6th grade, when it stopped "visiting". And then I forgot about it, but it still made appearances in my nightmares from time to time.
It still visits me, but only when I remember it.
Fuck, you made me visualize it
@@deansnik3130 Oops I didn't mean to make ya' do that
Thats The Rake...
*I shut my laptop for a moment to go the bathroom and, when I came back, it said: "No Wifi."*
Omfg-
I’m so scary
Well yeah that’s what happens if you close a computer….. idiot
@@errorsarefunny how would you known the wifi isn't connected if it wasn't opened he didn't open it he only closed
As a wise man once said “oh hellll naaaaah
99% of the comments: here's a scary story to read with this song
Me, the other 1%: oH shiT, is that grAvitY fallS aS the thumBnaiL?
OMG ISNT THAT THE SWING THEY WERE ON
I agree atleast its not as worse as Going to school i even fwlt bad saying the cursed name "school"
that was me
AYYYYY
it does say in the description its from gravity falls
I still miss Gravity Falls even though it feels like Yesterday when I was still waiting for new episodes
One of the best pieces of fiction I've ever laid eyes upon
That music...I remember it...
*I listened to it when i was young.*
Same , we're same
My friend is completely terrified of music box melodies! This is perfect for a Halloween prank... *creepy grin*
can we plz plan it togetha?
Of course we can! :)
Trinity Viscarra I want in this too! :D
The grinch got a wonderful... AWFUL idea! >:)
I was looking at that duck the whole music
Are you scared of the swing
hard not to look at
I was distracted by the hand-looking things above it
its mean that you dont looking at any other except the suck
@@dimmerchid7380 WOAH WOAH WOAH-
"dont forget me little one"
"i wont! but when will i see you again?"
"when im forgotten by you"
"okay! i will miss you so much!"
and i woke up his not there and he did appeared on my dream now that im 22 because i forgot about him...
This reminds me strongly of the tone of the Witcher. It's the sort of background thing, when nobody is looking. It's the oppressive sense of loss that permeates the setting. You just _know_ that, no matter where you turn, there's going to be something depressing or repulsive, if you only dig _just beneath the surface._ It's in the air, in the water, in the words... in the buildings. It holds you, and if you stay too long, it'll never let you go...
there's a blackout in my neighborhood and I'm playing this in my house at loud scaring my little brother and sisters>:) I'm such a good sister
My brother set his clock to play a music box song at 9:30 every night to help him fall asleep. Then he and I were at a cousin's sleepover, and he forgot to turn it off. Let's just say he scared the crap out of our parents that night.
@@randompersonontheinternet3992
Deym 😂
You are
the best sister.
Ya she is
I would happily do that XD
let me tell you a scary story that i experienced...
i watched boku no pico
I pray 4 u
Omfg! That's just... I feel so sorry for you!
😂😂😂😂
Pffft, weak. Go play Hadaka Shitsuji on Arisato's route & then talk to me.
Shino Illustrator lol 😀
As a Child, I had always found a deep interest in The Darker Things.
What started as an Interest grew into a Love, And then an Obsession.
I had started Picturing Myself always as The Antagonist of a Spooky Story, The Main Villain of a Movie - Which lead to a Desire.
It was No Longer a Story, A Movie.
It was a Dream, And it was Time To Wake Up...
I Let Go years ago and claimed Number One.
It was a feeling unlike I had ever experienced in My Life every before.
Everything I had Dreamed of was Now Awake.
Euphoria, Happiness, Pure Ecstasy...
But soon, That Euphoria burned out, I needed more.
It started becoming a regularly occurrence which I learned to expand the Pleasure of over a certain amount of time.
You learn to stretch out what You've got when You're Addicted.
Searching, Finding, Stalking...
The Hunt...
The Moments Before....
I'd get so excited I could feel My body shake, Knees quaking, Full Adrenaline all over...
And when You catch them, It's better than an Orgasm, A Blast of Cocaine, A Shot of Heroin...
There is No Feeling like it...
And then I had My first child....
But I couldn't stop...
When I looked into Her eyes, Everytime, I could see a part of Myself.
Not in the sense of Genetics, But what makes us who we are.
I started to notice she at only age one was into the same darkness that I was a child, But even more so.
The Enthusiasm she displayed for example a horror film was tenfold of what I once felt.
One addiction replaces another, I needed to slow down.
For Her.
Much like Medication Assisted Treatment is considered to be a Stability in Drug Addiction, In my case, Drug addiction is a bandaid for something heavier.
I've had several relapses and I will always be an addict...
But I have to think of my child now...
To be here for Her...
To keep Her safe...
Daddy's Little Monster...
We are all monsters in somebody's story, But in those Final Moments, We become an Angel...
Because everything They once feared, All They've spent Their time in fear of was just a Nightmare...
In those final moments, They realize that Nightmare was really a Dream...
I'm a Monster...
I'm an Angel...
I'm just another living creature...
And when I meet the Beast for all those I've sent His way, I'll be ready.
The Dream of a Life.
**This is only a Fictional Story based strictly off of Fictional Thoughts, Ideas, Characters for the sole purpose of storytelling.
None of which has been stated above is real nor intended to be considered as such**
"Did anyone notice that the picture is moving?"
"No, probably your imagination."
"Yeah, maybe you're right dude"
*but is it really?. . . .*
(omg, thanks for 128 likes :D)
no. the picture is clearly moving
@@thelocalnecromancer1224 lol
Play it at 2x Speed
I didn't see that till now
Oh frick, I see it moving
Im literally waiting for someone to make lyrics for this tune.
Tenk tenk ton ton ton ton tun tenk
Donnoonononononononononon pingpiongos
I did but they were themed around a certain fandom so I don't know if you'd like them haha
@@SwizzleDrizzl is it the FNAF fandom or am I high
@@spiderwebb7573 The Jacksepticeye/Antisepticeye fandom actually- pretty obscure, haha
@@SwizzleDrizzl Ohh, that makes sense
Here is a little break from the horrifying monster that is this comment section. You're welcome.
P. S. by that I mean the comment section is scary.
Here have a penguin 🐧
thank you
tysm for the penguin uwu
This is nice.
I have a stuff penguin and im 12 my friends says im too old for stufftoys...no fair
*eats penguin*
Wait were we suppose to do that...
You know what truly is terrifying..... when you know recognize this song but have never heard it......
fr
plot twist: You heard it in a animation "tRuE sTorY" video
"Big bro, sis says its lunch time!"
"David are you okay?"
"Yes.....?"
"But sis died since you were born.."
This is actually true and we didn't come in the kitchen until are parents came back
For some reason, this music makes me sad, it honestly reminds me of a lost soul wandering in its’ afterlife, slowly forgetting what its’ life was like and forgetting about everyone they ever loved.
Considering the title "When Memories Break", I think this is a chillingly accurate description of how this song makes me feel. And I love it.
Just kidding
Its mr incredible becoming uncanny phase 85
Same for me , I can't make others understand what my mind makes me think when I hear this song , I have the same thoughts as you ❤
im gonna tell you a scary story
i was minding my business
SoO ScArY
GURL U GON GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK LIKE JEEZ STOP BEING SO CREEPY
Nooo now im scared to go to sleep
Ima have nightmares jesus
Uuuh spooky
this reminds me of six from little nightmares, and her music box, also a very good song, love studying to it!
Lol same!
A while ago I ran a D&D dark fantasy story. It was basically a H.P Lovecraft story with brainwashing illithids that came from another realm known as the monochrome and every time they went there I used this as the background music for the setting. All my players got terrified when the song was playing as they knew what it mean and learnt to fear this melody.
*looking for music for a Gravity Falls project*
*realizes this picture is from Gravity Falls*
*Diamond Falcon is now Happy Falcon*
I am now happy because I have read this comment.
+Pentax33 I am now happy cause I read your comme by about reading that comment and being happy about it
I am now happy by reading your comment about being happy about that comment being happy about that comment
Now everyone is happy .
Even I'm happy now! What were we listening to again?
"Dad said its dinner time!"
"But..."
"But what?"
"Dad died 5 months ago..."
Jeez
Cereal killer, Nice username
"What are you talking about ? Dad is waiting for us in the kitchen !"
"What ?"
"*Grabs hand * Come on !"
"Hello (name) how was your day ?"
"What the hell are you talking about ?! You're dead !"
[I wanted to make a second part xD]
"H-how are you alive?"
"What do you mean"
"Sigh"
"Im gonna go to work now"
I also wanted yo make a part uwu
@@milkyway1137 Damm-
Some people start with contrast with their stories. Like myself.
Some people like to make psychological thrillers. Like myself.
With so many people in the world today, it's kinda hard to be original. Especially when most people aren't exactly evil but rather enjoy the thought.
So while you're reading this, remember, you're either reading outloud or in your head, the inner evil of someone else.
Now let's take a step back.
Surely, this shouldn't be taken serious. I mean no one has ever had anything bad happen to them from reading. I mean reading takes you to places where your subconscious willingly takes in the reality and leaves itself vulnerable for influence, if only briefly, just enough to tell a story. Just like how you keep reading line from line because the idea of stopping is absurd, why stop in the middle of a sentence, this isn't real. You are making the decision to read this. Yeah I know this is meta.... But this isn't a story.
The mind is a fascinating place filled with all types of goodies and bahdies.
Hello?
Can you still hear me in there?
I'd love to share some cool stories with anyone in my museum of the impossible filled with dangerous entities of the astral and unnerving happenings. If I can get at least a few hundred likes I'll think about sharing them with the world, otherwise I'll remain a whisper for a temporary time in the back of people's heads. Well that's enough for today. I told you this was no story, or is it just the beginning of one? Only the Aal will know. For now, this is far well. But let me leave you with one last thought.
Though you may not remember me. Your subconscious will, and when we reunite under any circumstance I will be back to dust off the walls of the subconscious and give it a new paint? Are you a fan of the color of Madness oh what a common one that is? Maybe Absurdity? No that one is to pale. How about destruction....hmm Also a common one..... I'm sure whatever you like I'll be able to provide. Thanks for tuning in.
stay asleep.
As I walked into the backroom, the stench of when I was last in here filled all my senses. I feel a sense of accomplishment as I adjust my bloody nametag that reads: “William Afton :)” as I smile at my latest work.
The music box was small, but it could still be heard throughout the whole room. The room was empty, except for an old woman in the very middle, dancing in a tattered wedding gown. Of course she was dancing, that was what a ball room was to be used for. She didn't care that it hadn't been cleaned in over 20 years, or that she could barely even stand up to dance. She remembered where to place her feet on the ground as she twirled around with an invisible person, she danced to the lullaby as if she had done it every day. The music slowed to a stop, and so did the woman. She stood still right below the broken chandelier hanging on the ceiling, and listened to the last note. Then it was completely quiet. She walked over to a table where the music box was placed, closed the box, and walked out of the ball room. The doors brought her to another room with a long dining table placed in the middle, and every kind of food was laying on the table cloth, which was as tattered as her dress. A tall white cake lay in the middle of the food, with a man and woman standing at the top with linked arms. The cake was completely untouched, just like the rest of the food, and was beginning to rot away. It smelled bad, but the woman didn't mind. She walked past all the empty chairs to the one at the very end. She sat down, breaking apart cobwebs with her bottom, then she took a long breath in and out. With a tired smile, she linked her fingers together and leaned onto the table. "I am ready for the reception now, dear... are you?"
It's kind of hard to understand what happened. Did she wait for a long time until the husband died, or did she kill him? Other than the confusion, great story.
Why does this remind me of Great Expectations?
That is an amazing story
“Nah bitch” the husband said
...
am i the only one who likes creepy music boxes?
I mean not in the dark or in a room full of dolls, but still...
Erin Ocelot there's a lot of dolls in my room... it's dark the dim light coming through the window that has a few sheets on it.it clams me down...the darkness and the dolls it makes me think. my imagination goes still. I imagine me and a humanoid cat with patches of space on her fur.,"Hello child" she says to me,"Abigail?" I respond
,"don't be scared I'm here the shadows will not hurt you. darkness is simply the absence of light there is nothing there when it's dark just like the is nothing to hurt you there in the light... it's just
dark shadows can't hurt you... good night child and sweet dreams.
I love them XD
+Erin Ocelot nope
Erin Ocelot nope
"Hey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"The people in the attic, they're just sleepy, right?"
"What… what people in the attic?"
"The people hanging by the ropes. They look awfully tired."
"Oh… so you saw them too, huh?"
"Saw… them?"
"Look, give it a few years, and I'll tell you… about them."
Memories draw past like watching a sunset; your children, your wife, your fiance, your girlfriend, your first and only love. They all seem to just fade over the horizon like the fading light. Faces and phrases mean nothing to you now, what do they even mean anymore? You can't remember, but you know you're losing something most precious. Confined to your bed as the faces, one by one, become blurry and unfamiliar. A small hand grasps yours, but you can't even recall what that sensation means now. As the sun comes to rest below the horizon, your oldest memories are most clear, but fleeting, and you can only observe from within as nothing is recognizable anymore.
Your vision narrows on nothing; wasn't someone there? You don't remember. Your body now slumbers, but you're wide awake as everything blurrs into a collective confusion, but you're too...too...oh, you can't remember the word to describe it, but you just can't focus on anything right now. It's all so heavy. You know something is wrong, but it's just so easy to slip away, you'll fix it once you remember, surely...
It's like my mom's lullaby, but it's terrifying, it makes you feel something strange that I didn't understand
اهلا
A lil horror story while your listening to this
‘‘Twas a old stormy night. I was suddenly born... the end
Whatthehot Holy shit I’m scaRED-
2Spooky4Me
That's The Most Stupid Horror Story I've Ever Heard.
3spooky5me
That’s horrifying
I've used this in my D&D campaigns forever and really want it on spotify.
Imagine its raining and your in a forest and you've been there for days and you find an abandoned house that looks like its been unused for decades but when you get closer you hear this playing inside.....
I heard this music in another room
The basement
I opened the door
Mommy yanked me out of the basement.
She was mad,
But I didn’t care
We heard the music again
But it got louder
It stopped
I woke up .
A
ok
that is *SCARY*
I AINT GOIN TO BED
Im gonna sleep tonight with my mom guys , bc i peed the bed...
...ThăT iś creEpý...¡-¡
The church lady asked me to pray for her husband's soul. I said "of course" and asked when he died ... she replied "tomorrow"
...
What the what the what the waht the HECK
okay no that's scary-
A killer?
Is the church lady gonna kill her husband
this feels better and better as time passes... do you remember your best friend's face from elementary school ? your dead relative ? they are long gone... as you getting older your memories breaking... your old family house and all are already fade away without you even noticed...
I'm having goosebumps. It's creepy and beautiful at the same time
Story time, read it when listening- press like if you enjoy reading. Comments and suggestions are welcome:
Nina is 12 years old, she lived with her Dad 35 years old, a baker in a local bakery which he owned. Nina's Mom rarely came home, and spent most of her time abroad. Every year he would bring a small letter box cake home to daughter for her birthday. Nina loved eating cakes, and her Dad enjoyed watching her eat them. Nina spend most of her time indoors in her room while her Dad was at work from 9am to 8pm. Every now and then, since she was 10 she'd feel like she was watched, and sometimes see hand prints on the first floor windows. She told her Dad on several occasions of these encounters, and he installed cameras and an electric fence system. Since then, Nina no longer felt like being watched.
The night before her 13th birthday Nina asked her Dad whether her Mom would be joining them this year. He smiled and replied 'hopefully'. This year Nina asked to go to the bakery herself to pick out her birthday cake, to which he smiled and told her that she would only interrupt the workers there, and best just tell him what she'd like. Nina agreed and told him she wanted a strawberry cake. He smiled and nodded. On the day of her birthday, Nina was home alone while her Dad went to work. She did her usual activities, doing her homework and playing with her toys. The lights suddenly went out. Nina was surprised but kept calm and decided to hide under her cover until the lights came back on. Moments passed, before Nina again felt like being watched, it was the same feeling as before. She curled into fetal position.
She felt scared but remembered her Dad told her to keep the front door locked, unsure of whether it was locked she mustered the remaining courage she had left and proceeded down stairs to check. she arrived at the bottom of the Stairs facing the front door. The front door was opened. Fearing for her life she ran out the door in tears, hoping to find help. She decided to run to her Dad's work place, which was only 15 minutes away. She arrived outside the bakery she had not seen in years. The lights were out and the place looked like it needed renovation. She went inside and saw table and chair pieces scattered all over the floor. The shelves were empty, the place was a mess, and no one to be seen. She checked the kitchen, it was empty. She went to the back office where her dad would usually work on the accounts.
As she walked in she saw a flickering yellow light. It was a lid candle on the desk. No doubt her Dad was here not long ago. Next to the candle was her Dad's Tablet. She turned on the Tablet hoping to find hints as to where he went. The tablet displayed nothing. Just a static screen. She noticed an open book next to the candle, which upon closer inspection was a diary, probably containing the finance details. She read the diary.
March 14 2009 - The store is doing badly, sales dropping by almost half, Jennite won't be happy about this.
April 2 2009 - Unless I do something, I will lose everything. Looks like this business has to go down. How am I going to tell this to my Family.
April 8 2009 - Jennite suggested we have a break in our marriage, she said she would go back to her parents and take Nina with her. She said she didn't want Nina to suffer because of my failure. Of course I refused, I can still fix this.
May 1 2009 - Jennite filed for divorce, she is taking custody of Nina. What should I do. Everything I had.
(Missing page)
May 20 2009 - Jennite decided to Stay and work with me at the bakery, I knew she had faith in me. I won't let her down.
(Missing page)
June 1 2009 - Nina is at home straight after school. She spent her time in her bed room again as usual. Don't worry Jennite I will make sure she grows up to be as good a woman as you.
June 7 2009 - Nina just left for school at 7:30, she is wearing her favourite outfit. Adorable.
June 20 2009 - less than a month before Nina's birthday, sadly you can't join us this year Jenitte. I told Nina you went abroad. Nina is turning 13, turning into you. You and her are so similar. I miss you
June 29 2009 - Nina seems to have noticed me. I installed cameras. I guess that is good for me as well, I can now look after her from afar. I thought I was looking at you through those cameras. I miss you. Soon we can see each other again, just need some time.
July 17 2009 - Tomorrow is Nina's birthday. A year closer to seeing you. She asked if you could come along this year, of course I kept silent. She'd be surprise if she saw you at the store.
end of diary
Nina trembled in fear realising what she read and was surprised to know her mom was at the store. As she looked around she noticed locks of hair sticking out of the desk drawer. She reached her hand over to pull out the draw to see what was inside, but before she could, a familiar hand grabbed her wrist. And a familiar voice said
"That's not good Nina, mommy doesn't like to be disturbed."
+Peter Jones hmm i get the vibe your trying to go for. but it doesnt click. thanks for the time on the story though
Dillon Flett no problem :) i guess that is something I should work on. Any advice ?
let your creativity run wild and only border yourself after you've read out loud what you've written. Only advice i know to give anyways.
Dillon Flett Thanks! I'll keep that in mind next time :)
***** I am afraid I cannot do that, the ending was supposed to be like that. If I end it fully, it ruins the momentum. Let your imagination run wild, what do you think would happen if you were in her position? :)
Read this when you're listening to the music:
Have you ever seen a ghost? Anyone, any volunteers? I have. Many times. So let me ask you again, have you seen a ghost? Have you ever felt ones presence? Maybe a dead family member or pet? Any memories of them? The horror that comes with realizing that one has been seen, it may be too much for you to remember... those broken memories of them are still in there somewhere.. Shattered... Lost.. Found.... Do you hear that? Something coming up to you from behind? Those are the broken memories of childhood... Turn around to find them.. before it's too late....
When memories break...
So edgy I could feel the edge of my hairline disappearing
bloodyVeins What does it look like? I might be able to help identify it.
+Elizabeth Inkwell well jokes on you, I'm laying in my bed. And....... well..... I actually do feel pressure when I'm alone in dark or dim areas.....
yess
Elizabeth Inkwell jokes on you i already found them in my heart
There once was a child
Playful and joyful
Yet one day, that all changed
Nobody knew why
But they were suddenly.. different
Nobody could describe it
They couldn't even understand him anymore
He hardly even tried to speak
He was always looking around, as if in a hurry
They never knew why
Until one day
He quietly said to his mother in the middle of of dinner
"Mommy, can you see them?"
"Mommy, can you hear them?"
"Mommy, I'm scared"
Everyone was confused, Worried and frightened
Then the child silently went to his room and locked the door.
They told him to come out, but he never did
He was silent.
Then later that night, they heard screaming from the child
They managed to get inside but
He was gone.
I don't know why but I'm sort of comforted by these kind of music box 0-0
Me too!
My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally's birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching the Braves game. “Daddy," she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. "Guess how old I'm going to be next month." “I don't know, beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old?" She smiled and held up four fingers. It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.
OMg re u a dad?
Elle’s ŘᗩNĎㄖм Stuff got what?
CoryTheReptilianQueen Cornellyus the four fingers
@@tempolynnrealofficial oh fuck thats scary
...its the fingers they weren't her's-
My Memories Will Always Be Broken
"They woulnd't let him "
"They Couldnt let him"
"They Couldnt hide the memeories.
Damn
HOLY FRICK THATS DEEP IM CRYING AND SHAKING WHAT A DARK MESSAGE NOT FAKE HAHAHAHA
I went back to here I realized I put my instead of Their.
The music is so fitting at a lonely fate like death
The feeling of believing theres more after life, but its just pure darkness that each of us will suffer alone
This is so haunting and beautiful. Great work!
Played this to my chinchilla and he went into a trance. Not quite sure what to do now.
The same happened to my cats..
TheWønderfulWølfe I'll have to try on my cat
Snap fingers
My cat literally did nothing.
I played this to my dogs, after it ended, they started biting and scratching me. *My hand feels great*
Babysitter: Yeah your clown statue was kinda creeping me out so I went down stairs...
Mother: What statue?
Wait, you watch snarled?
Thriller teller?
I know this story from somewhere
I just don't remember where
.....oh lord
@@uselesspotato1718 I heard it when I was back in elementary reading myon books and I saw a scary story that was like that
"I didn't appreciate when my mom gave away my doll."
"It was the best thing I've ever owned in the whole world.."
"Was it because I told her it walked around the house at night saying "Go away"?"
This makes me think of an old park we used to have in a old housing district that was built on a landfill. It was old, and rusty, seats made of wooden planks. The entire area was near the water so it constant got foggy, there was even some old speakers stolen from a old train station that closed long ago. I remember the speakers used to play music...and sometimes while I was in bed at night, the speakers would start up again while a fog was in...and I would see something on the playground
The Background is from Gravity Falls, when they enter Gruncle Stan's Mind!
This is also Bill's 1st appearance!
Woah it looks like some sort of 1950-1990 cartoon with Cuphead style art
I knew it looked familiar. I was thinking it had to be from Gravity Falls, but i just couldn’t tell if it was exactly
(Late but...) *2nd
His first appearance was when he was summoned by Gideon
listening to music boxes makes me feel like I'm dying
Aurora Stardust hahaha you made me laugh so much, cause that's exactly how I feel
If you lie on your bed looking at the ceiling makes it more like dying.
i did that, except with my chair
If someone was looking at you, staring at the ceiling, it would look like you died limped on the chair xD
How?????
i didn't grow up scared of music boxes. and i'm very happy with that fact. the main contribution was that as a baby i had this tiger toy when you pulled on a string, it'd play, and to this day i still really like listening to it.
I saw something in my dream last night, I was in the woods, and a blurry figure approached me and killed me with an axe, I thought about it as I hike through the woods.
I look all around to see if there is anything there, childish I know, but hey, just making sure.
As I look around I see a blurry figure with an axe in the distance.
Here’s a story
When I was 4 years old I was playing in my bedroom and my mom was talking to my grandma and my dad was at work, my sister was drawing and I was alone in the room.I was playing and then I felt cold and then I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder they whispered into my ear...I don’t know what they said but I knew it was a man.I looked behind me immediately and no one was there I kept that a secret until I turned 12 and I’m 12 still but I wonder what could of happened if I did nothing.This is a true story that happened to me and I had a lot of scary experiences but this was when I was little....
Maybe schizophrenia
@@stabbedacrylic4715 yea I recently found out I had it
@@stabbedacrylic4715 what is it?
@@user-uq7lr9xz9b Basically a bad mental disorder where you hallucinate, become paranoid, etc. etc.
Hmm maybe jinn
FUCK.
THAT IMAGE IS MOVING.
that just freaks me out more than the music does for some reason. Is it because of the music that it moving seems even freakier? Perhaps.
So... What's your point?
+Random youtuber
There's not really one, I guess...maybe that it's creepy?
What's the point of asking me what my point is?
+CrimsonWolf Just so you know I wasn't trying to be mean. I was just curious. I know my comment looked mean but I wasn't trying to be.
+Random youtuber
Oh, okay. I'm not mad at all, and I honestly couldn't tell what you meant with that comment, if you were trying to be mean or not. You know how some people are.
+CrimsonWolf Its from Gravity Falls btw
My mother and father both loved dancing together in the ballroom. Laughter would always echo from them and would carry out through the halls. My father loved her very much, he loved watching her work in her studio on a dress made of satin and silk, decorating a porcelain mannequin. But when Mommy got sick and couldn’t dance or sew anymore, Father would play the song they used to dance to in order to cheer her up. He never allowed me in her room to avoid her bed ridden state, always saying that she’s fine or it is just a cold. Even when she passed months after he refused to say she was gone, and would pretend to dance with her in the ballroom with one of the mannequins she sewed a Scarlett dress on, her favorite one she made, which was also her last. The staff or maids kept trying to help him cope, but could do nothing when he swayed with her in the moonlight. The house changed from weary to a dreaded night once the anniversary of her death came, and the mannequin that he danced with soon turned into a body of skin and bone. He payed no mind to it though and continued his weeping waltz with her dead body.
Im trying to become an author, how did you all like it?
Amazing!
I heard this melody play somewhere in my house.
I didn't mind, and thought it was my hallucination.
It was getting louder.
I'm home alone.
I can just see myself in a slightly windy desolate land, swinging on the only swing at the playground. children laughin in the distance and many thoughts come...
+Moses Saldana
I was kinda thinking a desolate city, with one half-damaged building in the middle of it all.
The city was just a desert with some buildings (well, more like half-buildings) scattered about everywhere.
Nobody knew what had happened, but they knew something had almost destroyed the world.
Bits of rubble over there, some over there and there was a man in the middle of it all. There were many people, but they were only corpses, this man was alive. He was wearing scuffed clothes, his shirt had rips all over it, his sand-coloured jeans were in tatters, they were so ripped they were pretty much just shorts. He had a dark blue backpack, probably filled with things he found in what’s left of the buildings. He had a beard and short hair, they were both dark brown and scruffy, because he had no time to care. He was standing alone, one a pile of rubble that was once a school. He started to move, the stone and sand crunching beneath his feet. It was amazing he hadn’t gone crazy with all the time he spent alone in a wasteland. Suddenly, he stopped and surveyed the area.
When you remeber those old nursery rhymes you sing as a kid, only for you to remember them again. And you realize how disturbing and eerie they actually are..
-Humpty Dumpty
-Three Blind Mice
-Jack And Jill
-There was a little girl
-Ring Around A Rosie
Don't forget good ole Mary Mary quite contrary
This represents what it feels like to forget Alot of your memories, good one's.. I've forgotten so much and it makes me confused.
This song plays as the background music for one of the escape rooms I run. I have heard it on loop hundreds of times. It’s meaningless to me now. Life feels stranger when it’s not playing.
Suddenly people in the comment section are story tellers, anyways here's mine.
"Happy 7th Birthday, Lorelei!"
Loud and cheery voices echoed around the room as little Lorelei giggled and smiled.
Everyone had a great time. They ate birthday cake, they played games, the laughed and smiled together.
"I wish this day would never end!" Little Lorelei said in a happy tone.
"Happy 7th Birthday, Lorelie!"
Loud and cheery voices echoed around the room and little Lorelie wasn't quite 7 anymore. Everybody had a great time as Little Lorelie turned into dust.
*Then the music stopped*
Plot twist: Lorelie was a chalk statue
@@lupinoh no. Lorelei wished the day to never end. So it never ended.
@@lupinoh she was probably decomposed and her body was dry as hell it turned into dust
@@Afol_d_Hulter that was 5 months old irony my dude-
I will read your story as soon as I manage to read/pronounce the name of the girl(?)
Lorelei.
I find it lovely rather than creepy
Me too I go to sleep with this playing
Japanese kawaii lovely
me too and I also find this relaxing and I also listen to this when I'm bout to go to bed
plung3r
thankfully I'm not the only one
Ooooo indeed it is quite lovely!
It's all jokes and games until you hear this playing at a abandoned old house at night while you're walking home alone
I don't undertand how anyone could dislike it, this is AMAZING!
They can see you.
The ones without eyes.
They are hiding.
But they are in plain sight.
They can feel you.
Though they have no senses.
They remember you.
But they have no minds.
They are close.
But so far away
They are coming.
But are already here.
Bdeny This is a joke jfc The ones without eyes, I have heard of them, I can see them.
Bdeny This is a joke jfc
The grass, it is screaming at me. That is what this is? _the grass won't shut up._
Hello table! Meet kettle, Meet rabbit! This is a wonderful dinner!
Ramsay's Lamb sauce
Your pfp though
Asbestos Fish *The grass is screaming*
Shut up grass!
*the grass is saying something*
Hello there! Who are you?
*the grass needs help*
This is a wonderful place!
*theres something under the grass*
Wait for me rabbit!
*Somebody is buried alive*
Wow! So many wonderful people!
*Somebody under the ground is screaming*
Help us!
*I have to leave*
HELP USSSSSS!
*RUN!*
NO ESCAPE!
DONT LEAVE!
*They caught me.*
*HELP MEE* EEEEE
Bri Yoshi I thought of the shadow people in my dream☺
She wept and wept...
She cried a river...
Her friends have left her...
To die forever...
If only they loved her.
If only they cared.
If only she was happy.
If only someone was there
Yo momma-
I’m sorry I don’t know why I said that I’m just a crackhead rn it’s 3:54am-
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I can't like it
Yo u scared me
That's meh life
# *•Flora.exe•* # ? I’ll save that girl we’re she at? I’ll be a hero waifu
i love listening to this piece when im sad it seems like the melody sympathises with me and soothes me
Yeah, this is great 👍
I made this my lullaby...woah can you believe it? This is so relaxing..
If you've ever played a game that told you "you can't rest now, there are monsters near by"
...remember that one time when you couldn't sleep, and you didn't know why?
Minecraft reference
Well shit guess a demon lives under my bed HEY DEMON CAN YOU GO LIVE SOMEWHERE ELSE AND LET ME SLEEP EARLY FOR ONCE
Oh I barely even sleep so thanks for the nice comment 😳🥹
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
This is genuinely a very upsetting comment.
Fravity Galls
11/10 spelling
+Yeeguy123 Why does everything I do lead back to Gravity Falls. I literally typed something that had nothing to do with Gravity Falls and this happened. I can't escape my obsession cx
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA THATS FUNNY
very good, i wish you could see this but your music is so good. may BadWabbitz rest in piece.
This tune always made me think of a "bad End" in a video game, or a horror movie where nobody makes it out. A slow panning shot over the destruction, maybe some blood spatters. Maybe the protagonist is lying in the mud, in the rain, in a forest clearing. The camera slowly zooms out as their blood mixes with the dirt. Maybe it makes a Rorschach inkblot. Roll credits, and the camera keeps pulling away. The inkblot spreads, and as the viewer/camera ascends past the treetops, we see the body slowly pulled away into the dark by... Idk, whatever the monster is.
This doesn't make me fall asleep, it doesn't scare me, it gets me excited and makes me feel evil....
IS THAT WEIRD?!
no. you don't i feel the same
+Mai_Clifford Same thing with me. I sometimes smile when I hear this because it reminds me of a ball in the 1800s but it makes me sad for some reason. Can anyone please tell me why because I am starting to grow questions with this.
I like to kill people when they sleep
***** What do you mean that I want to die?
Don't worry. I will protect you from the scary murderer.
here's a story to read while you listen
"Mother? Where are you?" a little girl called. "Mummy.... Mummy...!" She continued to ask the dark hall. "Ho... Where has everyone gone?" She said to herself out loud. The young girl wandered down the dark hallway, the crimson moonlight shining through the tall glass paned windows. She stopped to look out one. "The moon is pretty tonight..." She said in a quiet voice.
The forest around the large mansion was still, not a gust of wind anywhere. The girl shifted uncomfortably. "No ones here..." She started walking again. As she walked, she heard a creak in the floorboards. She turned slowly to look behind her, but nothing was there. She swallowed nervously, and continued walking.
She heard the noise again. Instead of turning around, she walked a little faster. The creaking continued, and as it did the small girls pace quickened. Fearing the worst she broke into a run. She reached the end of the hall, and pushed the door open. Shutting it behind her. "Sister?" A voice sounded. A boy her size walked out from behind a chair. "Your late, did something happen?" The red light from the moon shone across him as he spoke.
The girl visibly relaxed. "No, I'm fine. I brought a flower for mother." She said, a small smile creeping upon her lips. The boy smiled as well.
"Give it to her then" he stepped aside. The girl went up to the front of the chair. A women in a beautiful maroon suit sat motionless. The girl placed the white flower on the women's lap, on top of many other flowers, dead roting crumpled ones gathering dust.
She smiled again "I hope you like it mother." The flower almost glowed amongst the red and black of the room. The boy and the girl stood side by side looking up at the women's face.
Something scratched at the door. "Oh sister, you let it follow you?" The boy asked. "No use, you'll have to take the pill then. Its your turn." He said.
The girl pouted. "Will I get another mark?" She asked, pulling her collar down a little revealing two small puncture marks on her soft neck.
"No, the same spot will just bleed for a little while." The boy reached into his pocket and held something out to the girls mouth. "Open wide..." He said. The girl obediently opened her mouth, and swallowed the object from her brother.
Her eyelids began to feel heavy. "I feel sleepy brother..." She yawned. The scratching at the door grew louder.
"Say goodnight to mother." The boy told her.
"Goodnight mother... I'll bring you another flower tomorrow..." The girl said as she looked upon her mothers face. The face of a long dead corpse.
Illya chan Damn, that's good...
+Illya chan this was the best story I've heard while reading the comments so far
Illya chan All i can say is VAMPIRE KNIGHT
Illya chan CREEPY
Illya chan sorry I did not read it I'm to lazy 😋
As the sun simmered away, I stood by the water, letting it touch my toes.
My doll was in my hands, I talked to her red open mouth and grey staring eyes.
The white dress was flowing beautifully in the soft wind.
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.
Am listening to this while doing my homework at night , so that I can complete it fast out of fear
Read this story while listening, :
My name is Maria, my mother and father are doll makers. They own a little shop that we live in near the outskirts of town. I'm pretty much home-schooled and don't have any friends. But, there are plenty of dolls for me to make friends with. Today while playing I heard my mother and father arguing. They're voices were shrill and full of fear.
" We cant just stay here!" My mother argued,
" We need no rush, there is always a sign before a disappearance. If there is any sort of sign we can leave, but we don't even know if its still here." My papa reassured her. My mother nodded reluctantly.
"We should still pack, we leave as soon as it starts to happen OK?" Mama whispered.
Papa smiled, "Of course sweetheart, I don't know what I'd do if our daughter was harmed." Maria smiled, she loved it when they argued, they always taught her that there was always a peaceful way to solve things. Maria tiptoed up the stairs and put her toys away, she didn't want them to know she was playing when she should be asleep. She crawled onto the bed and tucked her covers to her chin, and let sleep cover her like a cloak. Maria woke up to hear footsteps, pitter patter, pitter patter. She carefully stepped out of bed, and put on her slippers. Maria didn't have to walk far, as she saw her dolls were *moving* Maria smiled and kneeled down next to the dolls. They looked up at her and smiled,
"Your not scared?" They asked, there voices echoed as if they where in some sort of hollow room.
" No, this is a dream after all." Maria smiled as she let the dolls climb onto her back.
" Its not little Maria, but you should be glad its not, we get to be your new best friends! Since you are so lonely..." The doll on her right shoulder whispered. Maria stared at the dolls.
" R-really? So your really alive huh?" Maria questioned. The doll on her left pinched her hard.
" OW! W-wow so this isn't a dream...." Maria breathed. The dolls grinned and nodded.
" Um, then if your real you can dance right?" Maria asked, a smile creeping onto her face. They nodded in unison, and jumped back onto the floor.
" C-can you teach me?" Maria chirped.
" Yup! But we know a professional dancer too, you can meet her right now if you want!" They all smiled. Maria noticed that more dolls had surrounded her, all smiling bright.
" They taught us all in fact, so teaching someone as smart as you will be a breeze!" They chimed.
" Yes yes! If they are as nice as you then i'd love to meet them!" Maria smiled standing up. Maria felt a presence behind her as she spoke. Ice cold chills went up her back as she turned around. A large puppet-like creature stood there, it was at least seven feet tall. It had something that almost looked like someone had painted eyes and a smile onto its face and let the paint run. Blush marks were smeared upon its face, and it had a chilling smile on its face. Maria wanted to scream, wanted to run, wanted to hide. But she was fixed in place. She could not stop staring at it.
" You wanted to dance, let me show you how *I* dance."
Is it really that horribly bad that I find this kind of heartwarming?
Dude the puppet if the puppet from fnaf
._.
Read this at night... Cant sleep now... Halp me
I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MARIA!
U make stories like j.k rowling
You always loved spending time with your older brother when you were both kids. You were both the only kids that lived in the area, and it was much, much better to be together than to be alone. You two always loved exploring in the woods nearby, playing games under the shade of the thick canopy, but your older brother was the more... adventurous of the two of you, always walking farther and farther into the woods every time. You never wanted to tag along with him, but you had to. It was better than being alone.
One day, when the two of you were particularly far into the woods, you found a little swingset. Your brother let out a triumphant cheer, glad the two of you had found something worthwhile so far into the woods. He smiled at you. "Well," he said, putting his hand on your shoulder, "now we have rhyme and reason to come to the woods!" You smiled meekly, as you still rather preferred staying towards the edge of the woods.
"But, promise me this," he said, looking at you with a serious look in his eyes, "never come out here alone, ok? It's too dark. You could get lost." You nodded vigorously, you didn't want to be out here by yourself! It was dark, damp, and the woods creaked in such an odd fashion you swore they were going to swallow you whole. You'd rather eat a whole plate of vegetables than be out here on your own.
That swingset became a place of solitude for you and your brother. A place of peace, and of quiet- mostly. Every now and then, the branches would rustle, but in such a way you'd only assume it was the wind running across their leaves. It was fine. On one rather sunshiney day, when you and your brother were returning from the woods, he realized he had left his bag in the woods. It was an important bag, hs used it for school, but seeing as you were both on break, he carried more practical things in it, like bandages and his pocket knife. He ran to go fetch it, he swore it'd only take a minute. He told you to run on home, to tell mom he'd be back in time for supper.
The police searched those woods for hours. They found no trace of your brother, only his bag he had run to collect. A spot of blood was on its exterior, but upon examinations, it turned out not to be his. The police were unsure of what the blood belonged to, but they held out hope that your brother was alive and well. When they released his bag back to your family for comfort, you disovered something to be missing. His pocket knife was gone.
You were grown now, visiting your old childhood home and your parents on break- college left you stressed, and you wanted to be with something familiar. The swing set. You hasn't been there since the day your brother went missing. You told your mom you were going to run an errand, and in a way, you were. As you strode into the woods, your walk became less confident as you went on. You were tiptoeing by the time you reached the swing.
His seat on the swing had been broken in half, splintered and uneven, but yours was fine. A glint of metal caught your eye, sitting in the middle of what used to be your seat. It was his pocket knife. You shoved it in your jacket, and decided it was time to leave. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a beast with a slash over its right eye.
You shouldn't have come out here alone.
Nice story!
Nice!
@TAYLOR RECTOR definitely
I can imagine that their brother showed up and asked why they went alone...
'You always liked spending time with your older brothers'
No I didn't. I was skeptical as hell of them. XD
This is a true story if mine: one night when my dad was not home and I was about 8 at like 9 pm I heard the door open and my dads voice call out for me “ Clara!” (Not my name btw) so me and my dog ran into the living room excited just to see… my dads car wasn’t there but the door was still open and Nobody else was in the house…. Next morning I see my dad in bed and I asked where he had gone last night and he said he hadn’t been anywhere so asked him what time he came back and he said 11pm… who was in my house at that time