Panthera, I have two ****ing cats, and they are just the cutest things ever, and I sometimes let them outside, Because of you, they ain't leaving my sight anymore.
I'm at the University of Toronto and we have 'E's.
Have you not heard of the standard grade scale?
Omfg that reminds me of another story. I had to make up a missed test that I had in Bio last year in 9th grade but my 60-70 year old teacher wouldn't let me do it before or during seminar during school, he insisted that I take it after school. So that was already weird to me from the get go. But anyways I stayed after school that day and I had to make up the test in like a little storage room in the back of the classroom. It was fine at first but then like 20 minutes in he walked into the room and asked me how the test was going. And I was just like "fine" you know lol I wanted him to leave me alone cause he was creeping me the **** out. and then he put his hand on my shoulder and started rubbing it and asked if I needed help on any of the questions but then some girl came in his room and called his name so he walked out. I finsished my test the **** up and bolted out of that damn room.
Okay let me start by saying that this is really ****ing DISTURBING. If you don't believe it or don't want to, I honestly will not give a single ****. But I'm bored and you ****s wanted to hear some scary ****, and this is honestly is 100% ****ing real.
Okay so some of you may know I live in boring/ratchet Cleveland, Ohio where nothing serious really ever happens. Sure people get shot here and there, but I'm really not in the dangerous part of the city. Anyway I was about 40 minutes away from where I live, staying with my girlfriend in a township called Newbury. She had just gotten a small house that she was renting the first floor of, which was surrounded by about 5 acres of woodland that was behind a Golf Course.
It was about 5:00 PM when I got there, I was going to be staying the weekend since my dad was on a business trip and she was still unpacking. We had been unpacking for about 2 hours and it had already gotten dark out. I asked if she wanted me to order some Pizza, but she said no, that she already had some Leftover Chinese in the fridge from the following night.
We continued to unpack for about another hour, when all of a sudden I heard something in the back Dining room. She told me it was her cat Milo, and that he probably knocked something over, and asked if I could check on him. I went in there, but saw nothing but the back sliding glass door open about a foot. I assumed she had left it unlocked and that the cat had opened it himself, he often opened doors/cabinets when he wanted food.
I told her and she said No, that she had definitely locked the door. She remembered doing it. Immediately she freaked out about the damn cat, and wen't outside in the dark to call for him. I knew he'd be back when he got hungry enough, the thing was about 15 ibs of fat and only ever thought about his next meal. She called for Milo for about 20 minutes before I told her to come inside and get something to eat, trying to assure her he'd be fine.
I tried to get her to stop worrying after dinner, but she wasn't having it.
Then she went into a box and picked up a flashlight, saying she was going to go look for him by herself. I sighed and told her no, grabbed the light from her and said I'll go look for the damn thing. Knowing that this was like the beginning of a ****ing slasher movie, I told her to lock the door and the front one behind me, and to wait until I get back.
Freezing my balls off, I went past the backyard, calling his name a few more times, and walked deeper into the trees that faced the Golf Course. It must have been 10 minutes of screaming the damn cats name and shining the light everywhere, before I decided to go look at the neighbors to see if he had gone over there. I noticed they had a cat or two as well, so maybe he went to go get laid.
I walked over towards the house but stopped when I heard a rustle in the bushes on my left. I shined the light immediately, asking who was there. Thinking it was the damn cat, I walked closer, but stopped as something flew out from the darkness and hit me right in the face. I swore and held my nose, and started cursing at whoever the **** did that, thinking they threw a baseball or a rock at me.
As the pain subsided I shined the flashlight back on the bush, but saw nothing.
Then I shined it down below my feet where I expected to see the baseball. But I saw a ****ing cats Paw on the ground. Milo's paw. My stomach dropped when I saw it, and I realized there was blood on my face from what hit me. I was about to beat the **** out of whoever did this to that poor cat, but then I thought what if whoever it was had a gun or a knife? I'd just better call the police.
I turned around and ran back to the house as fast as I could, and took my cellphone out, dialing 911. I told the operator what had happened and she said that Two cars were on there way, and to stay inside and lock the doors. I ran to the house and saw her waiting behind the glass door. She unlocked it and she could tell that something was wrong, and asked if I found Milo. I said yes, and she asked where was he? But before I could answer a loud thud hit the window directly behind me.
I didn't see it but I heard Staci scream as Milo's torso was flung at the glass door. I locked the door and told her to get away from the window, and told her to go upstairs. She refused and grabbed the light from me and shone it outside. There stood the ugliest ****ing person I have ever seen. He must have been 300 ibs, and looked like a fat version of the guy from The Hills Have Eyes. The guy was ****ing smiling at us as he threw another one of Milo's paws at the window.
Staci continued to scream, but then we both turned as we heard sirens outside. The dude turned to run away, so I went out the front door and told the cops what happened and that he was just right behind the house. It took them about 5 minutes before they got the sick ****, I think they tazer'd him.
We never really got the whole story about why he did it, but the Police Officer told us that he was the neighbors son, that had a history of mental illness. They also later found graves of more pets that had gone missing in the neighbors back yard. He got 2 years for animal Cruelty, with the possibillity of probation. And this was about 6-7 months ago.
I still have nightmares about that night,even though we are now currently done seeing each other. I just wished I could helped that poor creature, and I hope he didn't suffer, and that he died quickly.
This is why we need the Death Penalty for Animal Cruelty.
I was house-sitting for some family friends last summer. I would sleep over (alone) since they have a dog and a cat that needed to be watched and let out early every morning. One night I woke up randomly, opened my eyes and saw a black figure running full-speed down the hall toward me, with their arms out coming toward me like they were going to strangle me or something. But the "dark figure" disappeared right when they got to my bed. I was obviously seeing things, but I don't think it was sleep paralysis because I don't remember not being able to move. I remember choosing not to move because I was scared as ****, but I don't remember not having the ability to move. The whole ordeal lasted maybe 2 or 3 seconds, but let me tell you, that was the scariest 2 seconds of my life!
But before I could answer a loud thud hit the window directly behind me.
I didn't see it but I heard Staci scream as Milo's torso was flung at the glass door. I locked the door and told her to get away from the window, and told her to go upstairs. She refused and grabbed the light from me and shone it outside. There stood the ugliest ****ing person I have ever seen. He must have been 300 ibs, and looked like a fat version of the guy from The Hills Have Eyes. The guy was ****ing smiling at us as he threw another one of Milo's paws at the window.
Staci continued to scream, but then we both turned as we heard sirens outside. The dude turned to run away, so I went out the front door and told the cops what happened and that he was just right behind the house. It took them about 5 minutes before they got the sick ****, I think they tazer'd him.
We never really got the whole story about why he did it, but the Police Officer told us that he was the neighbors son, that had a history of mental illness. They also later found graves of more pets that had gone missing in the neighbors back yard. He got 2 years for animal Cruelty, with the possibillity of probation. And this was about 6-7 months ago.
I still have nightmares about that night,even though we are now currently done seeing each other. I just wished I could helped that poor creature, and I hope he didn't suffer, and that he died quickly.
This is why we need the Death Penalty for Animal Cruelty.
****ing sick
Just the idea of that happening to my dog or whatever
I was over at a friend's apartment last summer, we had gotten pretty drunk. The place caught fire, and our drunk-ass selves got trapped, so we had to be rescued by the fire department.
This was esp. freaky cause I'm deathly allergic to smoke, and we were trapped in a building full of it.
The embrassing part, is that we could have easily climbed out the window to safety, but we were too drunk / stupid to think of that
It happened many years ago me and my sister were fooling around and recording our voices on my cell phone so I would say something funny and change my voice tone and she will do the same thing and then hear what we have recorded and laugh at how silly we sound we did it many times but something happened that left us speechless while we were listening to what we have recorded I swear we heard a third voice like a man's voice we were very scared that we immediately deleted it,it was so strange because we were alone in the room and the door was closed there was nobody else with us and the voice we heard was very clear I don't even remember what it said we still talk about it and we can't find any explanation I don't know if we were imaginning things
Last year I had just got off the bus after a long day and started the 10 minute walk to my place. It was rather late and I was the only one walking the streets. I wasn't paying attention to anything in particular until I heard a loud 'thump' behind me. Scaring the absolute **** out of me, I whipped myself around to face the maker of said noise. Standing 40 or so meters away at the end of the street I was walking was an erected coffin, 8 or so feet high, wide enough for two and dark like the day was slowly becoming.
It would be an understatement if I told you I crapped my pants.
I ran the rest of the way home, never looking back with a few tears escaping from my clenched eyes. I had heard the 'thump' a few more times, but I tried to focus on getting to a safe place rather than this supernatural stalker.
I finally got home and ran into the first room I could see, my bathroom, and closed the door, falling to the floor, trying to contain my err escalating panic attack.
A few minutes passed, and thinking I was safe, I got up and opened the bathroom door. Just as I did, my front door broke open, the large sleeping chamber for the dead flying towards me. I clumsily stumbled back into the bathroom, screaming for my dear life, throwing anything within my reach at it.
My tooth brush weakly bounced off its hard exterior, while my rinsing glass only slightly chipped it. As it slowly advanced, I scrambled for anything that might stop it, although I knew how hopeless it would be.
Finally I threw the last thing on the counter of my bathroom at it, a bottle of cough medicine, and the coffin stopped.