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That's a popular urban legend.
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Here's a piece I wrote a couple years ago that seems eerily similar in style to a lot of things on that page:
http://www.authorsden.com/visit/view...y.asp?id=37165
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That's not a good thing... This is my work computer... And they know how to trace cookies... :eek: ... Thanks for the help with the UI. When I go into one of the forums I'm just overwhelmed by all of the posts and I'm not sure what I'm looking at, you know? It's like sensory overload, but not necessarily in a good way...
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First dozen times I went on 4chan were really bad. I have friends who would just send me links to things they found on 4chan. I click away from that link and before I know it I've seen pictures of cats that were run over on the street, or likely underage naked girls and I'm afraid of what would happen if my laptop were ever seized by the police for any reason. So I don't go on /b/ anymore. hehe
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This thread is really great and makes me wish I knew how to navigate 4chan. :(
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www.creepypasta.net keeps me occupied.
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"Carol was a young film student. She was recently engaged to a nice boy she had been dating for three years. She liked hanging out with her friends, going to the movies and listening to music. Really, she was quite typical for a girl her age.
Every once in a while, Carol liked to take her camera, drive out to her parents summer home in the woods, and film the wildlife. She entered the footage in wildlife photography and video competitions, hoping to make a name for herself. One spring day, Carol loaded up her car with her camera equipment. She said told her roommate she would be back in a couple of days, and asked the roommate to feed her fish. She called her fiancé and let him know she would be at her parent’s summer home this weekend. She let him know her cell didn’t get signal out there, and that they didn’t keep a landline. She told him she would be out of touch for the entire weekend. The drive up to the summer home was pleasant enough. She got there with no problems. Her parents were not due to the summer home for another couple weeks, so she had the place to herself. By the time she got unpacked, it was getting late so she went to bed deciding she would start shooting in the morning. At sunrise the next morning, she gathered her camera equipment and went out to shoot some wildlife. It was a tiring but productive day. She got some great footage of an eagle catching a mouse. At one point she nodded off while waiting for a deer to come to a pond she knew the animals frequented. When she woke up, she found a pair of young deer drinking the water. She spent a little bit of time filming a humming bird darting from flower to flower. She caught footage of a huge rattlesnake resting on a rock. Then she took a long hike up a hill to try and catch some footage of fireflies lighting up a clearing. By the time she got back to her parents summer home, it was just after dark. She had been lugging her equipment around all day and was very tired. She didn’t even bother showering. She just dropped her hat and camera on the chair next to her bed and passed out. The next morning she was reviewing her footage on her laptop. The eagle was majestic. Probably some of her best work ever. She watched the footage of the deer. She thought they were very cute. Something in one of the deer shot caught her eye though. It was only there for a second. She thought she saw a very tall man with very pale skin in the bushes. It looked like he was watching her. She rewound the footage, and looked again, this time in slow motion. She could certainly make out a figure, but she couldn’t tell if there was actually someone standing there, or if it was just a trick of light on some bushes. Carol put the strange image out of her head and kept reviewing her footage. The humming bird footage didn’t come out well. The little guy was moving too fast, and the light was bad. The rattlesnake was cool though, even if it was a little boring. After she watched the bit with the fireflies, she was pretty sure she was going to win some kind of award. The natural lighting was just perfect. When the firefly footage cut off, she noticed that she still had one video file left to watch. Curious, she opened it. It was a video of her, sleeping in her bed. Her insides turned to ice when she noticed the reflection in her bedroom window. There was a very tall, naked, albino man with a scraggly gray beard wearing her hat and filming her sleeping. He was breathing heavily. Carol slammed her computer shut, not wanting to see any more. The video stopped. The heavy breathing did not. "
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This creepy thread is great, I don't think I've been disappointed by any of these stories yet. That one about the pirate is just...*Shudder*
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