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everything?
when we
played this game.Before
this game would
end I
would like you to be my girl
friend for
the
rest of my life.
I love you girl
girl crumples the paper and
shouted:
boy ! i dont want you to
die.I love you.
Remember that night when we saw a
meteor, I mumbled
something.?
I
mumbled
that I wish we would be
together forever
and never end this game.
Please dont
leave me now.
I love you!
You cannot
do this to me!
Then the clock strikes 12.
boys heart stops pumping.
THEN IT WAS THE 30TH DAY.
.
!!!MESSAGE. ..!!!
Always love your loved ones and show
them how you feel before it
is too
late.You
will never know
when they will be gone from your
heart,
you
were given a time to
bestow petals of
everlasting compassion and love to
your loved
ones
Today is the day.
because he couldn't stand the heartbreak, but one girl took his fancy. A beautiful women, it was
weird as he never even looked at girls before, but there was something special
about her. So he approached her, but was rejected instantly.
Boy: I'm sorry, if I offended you by saying I liked you.
Girl: It's not your fault .. It's just that I'm already in love with someone ..
Boy: Oh right, I'm sorry. Your already taken
Girl: Actually no.. I fell in love with a boy three years ago, he was from here, but due to the
circumstances I had to leave
him, but now as an excuse to study I have come here in search of him..
Boy: Wow! Actually I've been through something similar!
Girl: Really? What was her name?
Boy: xxxxxx (when he looked down at the girls book it was labeled 'xxxxx"..)
They embraced each other and burst into tears!
Boy: Why did you leave me??
Girl: I met with a car accident, and was in the hospital paralyzed for a year .. I only fully recovered
6 months ago. Everyone thought I
was going to die, but the thought of seeing you kept me alive. WhenI got better, I planned
to come and see you to surprise you, you told me you would only want to go to this university so I
applied here too
MORAL: True love will always find it's way; No matter what obstacles are in it's path. If your love
is true; Just wait for it to find you ..?
A man died...
When he realized it, he saw God
coming closer with a suitcase in his
hand.
Dialog between God and Dead Man:
God: Alright son, its time to go
Man: So soon? I had a lot of plans...
A love story
BOY: I need someone
to talk ..
Girl: I am always here
for you.
BOY: I know.
Girl: Whats wrong?
BOY: I like her so much..
Girl: Talk tu her..
BOY: I don't know..
she'll never like me.
Girl: Don't say that.
You are amazing.
BOY: I just wanna tell her how I feel ..
Girl: Then tell her.
BOY: She wont like me.
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Girl: How do you know that?
BOY: I can just tell.
Girl: Well just tell her.
BOY: What should I say?
Girl: Tell her how much you like her.
BOY: I tell her that daily.
Girl: What you mean?
BOY: I am always with her. I love her.
Girl: I know how you
feel. I have the same
problem. But he'll never like me.
BOY: Wait. Who do you like?
Girl: Ooh some Boy..
BOY: Ooh she wont
like me either.
Girl: She does.
BOY: How do you know..?
Funny how you can always tell when somebody's laughing behind your back. Jodie hadn't really
heard anything, maybe a whisper, but when she turned around, the girls in the back row of the
class were looking at her, trying to hide smiles and giggles. She looked back at her teacher. Mr
Swales was talking about what people do all day. He also wanted to find out what his students
wanted to be when they grew up. He called on Billy Mitzer first.
"My daddy works in a bank," Billy Mitzer said. "I guess I want to work in a bank too. There's
lots of money in the bank."
"My parents have a grocery store," Emmy DiSalvo said. "Papa's behind the counter and
Mama keeps the cash register. But I want to be an airline pilot."
Jodie liked it when Mr Swales asked them questions like this. He was about to call on Jodie
when the girls in the back row burst out laughing.
Shirley Danes yelled, "Jodie's Daddy is a garbageman! Pee-yoo!"
Everybody in the class laughed out loud. Everybody except Jodie, that is. She felt her face
turn bright red. She looked around the whole classroom. Everyone was laughing. Some kids
were even holding their noses.
Jodie looked at Mr Swales. He was angry. He almost never raised his voice, but now he did.
"Silence! I want everybody quiet this instant."
The laughter stopped immediately. The sound of cars and people going by out on the street
came through the windows. "You should be ashamed of yourselves," Mr Swales said. "Being a
garbageman...I mean, er, uhm...a Sanitation Engineer, is a difficult and enormously useful job.
We should all be grateful to Mr. Harris. Where would we be without him? Up to our ears in
garbage, that's where. How would you like that?"
"Pee-yoo!" somebody said. A few kids started laughing again.
"It's not funny," Mr. Swales went on. "Garbage is a serious matter. I think you all owe Jodie an
apology. And after that, you're all going to write Jodie's father, Mr Harris, a nice letter to tell him
how much you appreciate what he does for all of us. In other words, keeping our city clean."
< 2 >
Moans and groans. Everyone said "Sorry, Jodie" but Jodie could tell they didn't really mean it.
She also knew nobody wanted to write her father a letter. She wished Mr Swales wouldn't make
them do it. Her face was burning red and she felt like crying. Mr Swales came to her desk and
patted her shoulder. "Let's go out in the hall while everyone's writing those letters so we can have
a private talk."
Jodie started crying out in the hall. She didn't want to cry in front of everybody, but she
couldn't hold back any more. Mr Swales was tall. He knelt and gave her his handkerchief to blow
her nose. "I'm sorry this happened," he said. "But remember, hard work done well is something to
be proud of. There's nothing wrong with being a garb...a sanitation engineer, absolutely not."
Jodie's father came to walk her home from school as usual. She didn't run up to him the way
she always did. When they were up in their apartment, Jodie went to her little room and cried for
a good long time before she did her homework. Her father must've heard her.
He came into her room. "What happened, Jodie? Why are you so sad?"
Jodie didn't want to tell him at first. She was embarrassed and didn't want to hurt her father's
feelings. Her father sat on the bed, put his hand on her shoulder. "It's OK, sweetie. You can tell
me. You can tell me everything, you know. But you don't have to tell me your secrets, if you don't
want to. Is this a secret?"
"It's not a secret. The other kids laughed at me because you're a garbageman. They said your
job was dirty and you smelled bad. They said I smelled bad too."
Jodie looked at her father. He didn't seem angry, hurt or sad. His big white teeth gleamed
under his walrus moustache. "Well then," he said. "I guess those kids just don't know how much
fun it is to be a garbageman."
< 3 >
For some reason, that made Jodie start crying again. Her father hugged her tight. "Tell me
honestly, Jodiedo I smell bad?"
Jodie sniffed. "You smell good, like laundry soap."
"Come on, Jodie. You can tell your old garbageman Daddy he stinks."
Jodie smiled too. "I mean it. You smell nice. You always smell nice."
"Your friends at school were right, though. Being a garbageman is a dirty job. Garbage is
filthy. Every day I see stuff so disgusting it'd make your head spin. And man, does it ever stink!
But then me and the guys I work with come along, grab the slimy, stinking garbage and throw it in
the truck. The truck's a big green monster who growls and gulps nasty garbage. Then
everything's nice and clean, the way we like it. And when I get home, I take a long hot shower so
I'm clean as the day I was born. I like my job, Jodie. And I like the people I work with, too."
Jodie's mother yelled dinner was ready.
"Tell you what, Jodie. Tomorrow's Saturday, but as you know, sometimes I work on Saturdays.
Go to bed extra-early tonight and tomorrow you'll come to work with me. I want you to see what
your garbageman daddy does."
Jodie was of two minds as she fell asleep. She was excited her father was going to take her to
work, but wasn't sure she wanted to see or touch disgusting, stinking garbage.
Next thing she knew her father opened her window to let morning air into her room. It was still
dark outside. Her father picked her up out of bed. "Look Jodie," he whispered. "Most people don't
get to see this."
Off in the dark distance, Jodie saw clouds slightly pink underneath. City lights shimmered. The
horizon line beyond the river glowed blue and green. Jodie pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt and
was ready to go.
< 4 >
"We'll get breakfast on the way to work," her father said.
The garbage trucks depot wasn't far away. The place really didn't smell too good. Jodie
wrinkled her nose.
"Don't worry, kid. You'll get used to it. In five minutes you won't smell a thing. Your nose is
smart enough to know when to turn itself off."
Men and women were at work in the depot even though it was so early in the morning.
Everybody was yelling and the truck engines were loud, but they seemed to be having a good
time. Garbagemen and garbagewomen came over to say hello to Jodie. They said her father was
a nice guy.
Big Al was Jodie's daddy's partner. He drove the truck. Big Al, as his name implied, was big.
He had an unlit cigar in the side of his mouth, didn't say much.
Jodie's father handed her a thick pair of gloves.
"We're going to ride in back today, Jodie. The thing to remember ishold on tight. Big Al will
go slow, but you have to hang on until he stops. If you're scared, tell me. Then I'll drive instead
and you can ride up front with me."
Jodie said, "I'm not scared," but she was, just a little.
Jodie held on tight. She held on so tight she almost didn't notice the smell of sour, rotten
oranges, lemons, banana peels and coffee grounds coming from the back of the garbage truck.
They rode nearly twenty blocks before the first stop. Jodie watched cars, people and trees shoot
by. She looked up at buildings and early morning blue sky.
Big Al stopped the truck. Jodie and her Daddy jumped off. On the curb was a big pile of plastic
bags full to bursting with foul, reeking garbage, metal garbage cans with the lids barely on. "I'll
get the big stuff, Jodie. You get the little plastic bags and throw them in the truck hard as you can.
I mean really throw them."
< 5 >
Jodie's Daddy was strong. He picked up garbage bags that looked like they weighed 500
pounds and tossed them into the garbage truck like nothing. He hoisted garbage cans, shook
and slammed them against the back of the truck until they were empty. She heard bottles crash,
tin cans crunch. The garbage truck took and gobbled garbage. Pretty soon no more garbage was
left. Jodie helped put the garbage cans back where they belonged, then she and her Daddy
grabbed the iron rails on the back of the truck and they took off again.
Big Al drove slowly, as promised, but as soon as Jodie and her Daddy hit the ground
everything went fast.
At one stop, Jodie's dad held up a sagging gray garbage bag. "Hey Jodie, feel this. It's totally
gross."
Jodie gave the bag a squeeze. Something inside was oh-so-squishy. "Ew! Feels like
overcooked spaghetti! Lots and lots of overcooked spaghetti. What is it, Daddy?"
"Ahwe'll never know, will we? All part of the mystery of garbage, honey." He threw the
garbage bag into the truck and the truck snaffled it down, whatever it was.
Picking up garbage and throwing it in the truck was fun, but also hard work. Jodie's arms got
tired. That's when her Daddy said, "Time for lunch." Big Al honked the horn and headed for the
diner.
"Wash your hands extra carefully, Jodie," her Daddy said.
Jodie had a cheeseburger and a vanilla milkshake. She thought it was fun to eat lunch at ten
o' clock in the morning.
Big Al and Jodie's Dad had coffee and then it was time to get back to work. Jodie couldn't
believe how much dirty, filthy garbage fit in the truck. Finally it was full.
"Time to hit the dump," Jodie's yelled.
Big Al honked the horn again. Off they went. The dump was way out of town. Big Al drove
faster. Jodie held on tight. She was excited to see the world race by, the road whizzing along
under her feet.
< 6 >
The garbage dump was huge. You could smell it from a mile away. They drove through a gate
in a big chain-link fence. Jodie wondered why there was a fence. Who steals garbage?
Seagulls flew all over the dump. They screamed, cawed and fought, in the air and on the
ground. They found stuff to eat at the garbage dump. The fence couldn't keep them away.
Jodie and her Daddy got off and watched Big Al drive the truck to the top of the garbage heap.
Big Al got out, took the cigar butt out of his mouth and yelled, "Hey Jodie! C'mon up here!
How'd you like to dump garbage today?"
Jodie got to sit in the driver's seat. Big Al showed her which buttons to push. The back of the
truck rose until the garbage spilled out. Jodie pulled the cord to honk the horn. Seagulls flew
away screaming.
When the truck was empty, Big Al took over. He and Jodie drove down the garbage heap
again. Jodie and her Dad rode in the front with him on the way back to town. Jodie was tired but
happy.
"Now comes the best part of the job, Jodie. While almost everyone else is still working, I get to
go home, clean myself up, give your mother a big kissand then I get to come pick you up at
school every ding-dong day. That's mainly why I like being a garbageman so much."
Jodie gave her dirty, smelly garbageman daddy a big kiss. She said, "When I grow up, I want
to be a garbageman too. Just like you and Big Al."
Jodie's Daddy said, "There's plenty of time to decide, Jodie. We can talk about it later."
Big Al took the cigar out of his mouth. "You're a nice little girl, Jodie. I wish I had a daughter
like you." When they got back to the depot, Jodie gave him a kiss too.
< 7 >
Whenever someone asks Jodie what her Daddy does for a living, she says, "He's a
garbageman!" And if they say "Ew!" she says, "Everybody makes garbage, but my Daddy takes it
all away."
"Clay Balls"
A man was exploring caves by the seashore.
In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls. It was like
someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake. They didn't look like much, but
they intrigued the man so he took the bag out of the cave with him.
As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as
far as he could.
He thought little about it until he dropped one of the balls and it cracked open on a rock.
Inside was a beautiful, precious stone.
Excited the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar
treasure.
He found Crores of Rupees worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left.
Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time.
He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves.
horribly deformed. It was as if every piece of skin on his face had been peeled off and all that
was left was bloody red muscle and sinew.
He had no nose. He had no ears. his piercing eyes stared at me through the glass.
I turned the key in the ignition again and again and tried to start the car, but it was no use. The
engine just chug-chug-chugged and died.
Outside the window, the hideous man took out a knife. He began chanting over and over to
himself.
Tensu Metsu! Tensu Metsu! Tensu Metsu!
Each time he said it, he stabbed the window with the knife, hitting it harder and harder each time.
I kept trying to start the car. Tears were streaming down my face. I was desperate to get out of
there.
Tensu Metsu! Tensu Metsu! Tensu Metsu!
Suddenly, there was a loud crash and the passenger window shattered. Broken glass showered
all over my daughter. I screamed hysterically. The mans arm came through the window and he
brandished the knife, lashing out at me.
Tensu Metsu! Tensu Metsu! Tensu Metsu!
Just then, I turned the key one last time and the engine sprang to life. I floored the accelerator
and the car tore out of there like a bat out of hell. I sped off down the narrow mountain road,
leaving the hideous man far behind.
I didnt know where we were going, I just kept driving and driving, never daring to look back.
Thats when I noticed my daughter hadnt moved. When I looked down at her, I could see she
was muttering something to herself.
Tensu Metsu Tensu Metsu Tensu Metsu
A chill ran down my spine.
Her face was pale and she was trembling. I shook her, trying to wake her up, but when she
opened my eyes, what I saw horrified me.
Her eyes were rolled back in her head. All I could see were the whites of her eyes. Her teeth
were gritted together and she was foaming at the mouth. Her face had changed.She didnt even
look like my daughter anymore. She just kept growling over and over:
Tensu Metsu! Tensu Metsu! Tensu Metsu!
I kept driving and finally I saw the city lights up ahead. We came to a church and I pulled over to
the side of the road. Scooping my daughter up in both arms,
I carried her into the church and started screaming for help.
An old priest appeared from a doorway and asked what was wrong. I told him about the thing I
had encountered on the mountain road. He took one look at my daughter, then snatched her from
my arms and laid her out on the church altar.
As I watched, crying and shaking with fear, he took out some rosary beads and held the little
wooden cross to my daughters forehead. Then, he started reciting prayers in Latin.
The priest let us stay there for the night. He put my daughter in a spare bed and stayed up with
her all night long, holding her hand, anointing her with holy water and reciting prayers over her.
He placed a bible on her chest and a scapula around her neck.
He told me my daughter was possessed by a demon and he had to try to perform an exorcism.
He said that if it was not done and my daughter stayed like this for 49 days, she would never
recover. She would be left permanently insane.
The priest instructed me to leave my daughter with him so that he could perform the necessary
rituals. He said that if I stayed, there was a good chance the demon could possess me as well.
It has been a week since my daughter was possessed and the priest is still taking care of her. I
check on her every day. Its like she isnt even my daughter anymore. She smirks and looks at me
with indescribably horrible eyes.
I just want my daughter back.
If you ever find yourself on a lonely mountain road,
whatever you do, dont stop
THE SECRET TO A HAPPY MARRIED LIFEOnce I asked my friend, "What is the secret behind your Happy Married Life?"
He said "You should share responsibilities with due love and respect each other. Then absolutely there will be no
problems."
I asked "Can you explain?"
He said "In my house, I take decisions on bigger issues where as my Wife decides on smaller issues. We do not
interfere in each other's decisions."
Still not convinced, i asked him "Give me some examples".
He said "Smaller issues like, which car we should buy, how much amount to save, when to visit the super market,
when & where to go on vacation, which sofa, air conditioner, refrigerator to buy. Monthly expenses, whether to
keep a maid or not etc. Are all decided by my wife. I just agree to it "
I asked "Then, what is your role?"
He said "My decisions are only for very big issues. Like whether America should attack Iran, whether Britain
should lift sanctions over Zimbabwe, whether to widen the Sri Lankan economy, whether Sachin Tendulkar should
retire from Cricket , Whom should Salman Khan Marry. etc etc. and do you know, my wife, NEVER, objects to any
of these decisions"
No Email-id = No Job
In U.S
A jobless man applied for the position of office boy at a very big company.
The employer interviewed him, then a test: clean the floor.
You are hired. the employer said. Give me your email address, and Ill send you the application to fill, as well
as when you will start.
The man replied, I dont have a computer, neither an email.
Im sorry, said the employer, if you dont have an email , you cannot have the job.
The man left with no hope. He didnt know what to do, with only $10 USD in his pocket.
He then decided to go to the supermarket, bought a 10 kg tomato crate, then sold the tomatoes door to door. In
less than two hours, he succeeded and doubled his capital. He repeated the operation 3 times and returned
home with $60 USD. The man realized that he could survive by this way, and started to go everyday earlier, and
returned late. Thus, his money doubled or tripled everyday. Shortly later, he bought a cart, then a truck, and then
he had his own fleet of delivery vehicles.
Five years later, the mans company was one of the biggest food retailers.
He started to plan his familys future, and decided to have a life insurance. He called an insurance broker and
chose a protection plan. When the conversation was concluded, the broker asked him his email.
The man replied: I dont have an email.
The broker replied curiously, You dont have an email, and yet have succeeded to build an empire. Do you
imagine what position you could have if you had an email?
The man paused for a while, and replied: An office boy!
Dont be discouraged if something is not in your favor today.
Better opportunities are always waiting ahead.
keep a Positive Attitude
Mental Patient
A young woman had just finished nursing school and, in need of experience, volunteered at the mental health
clinic near her home. Because it was her first real job, she didnt have to deal with the really dangerous mental
patients. Instead, they assigned her to work with the less violent patients. The suicidal people, the depressed,
those who heard voices and those who never said anything at all.
She worked with a lot of mental patients, but her favorite was an old man named Arthur. he was mute. He never
said a word. He just sat in his chair and nodded his head. As the days passed by, she became very close to
Arthur. He was a very good listener.
She would talk to him for hours and he would just listen and nod his head. She told him about her parents, her
friends, all her problems, everything that happened in her life. Most people would have been bored. But not
Arthur. He just sat there and nodded as she moaned and complained and told him about all the little things that
were bugging her in her life.
Arthur just nodded.
After several months of working with Arthur, the nurse decided that he didnt belong in an insane asylum. He
couldnt be very happy, sitting in a room by himself nodding all day. That evening, she had a meeting with the
supervisor of the clinic. She said that Arthur didnt pose a threat to anyone and asked for him to be allowed to
leave the asylum and live on his own. He was a gentle soul. He was able to feed and groom himself. He deserved
to be free.
Theres nothing wrong with him, she said. Arthur just nods.
The supervisor didnt agree with her, but the young nurse wasnt about to take no for an answer. Every day, after
working with Arthur, she would corner the supervisor and argue with him about the pros and cons of releasing
Arthur into the community.
Eventually, the day came when her persistance paid off. The supervisor finally admitted defeat and agreed to let
Arthur go. The young nurse was overjoyed and rushed to tell Arthur the good news. She told him he was free
now. He could leave the clinic and live on his own.
Arthur just nodded.
She wrote her name and address on a piece of paper and thrust it into Arthurs hand. She kept telling him that
she was really going to miss him. Most of all, she would miss talking to him every day.
The young nurse told him to be sure to write to her as often as possible. She wanted to hear how things turned
out for him after his release.
Arthur just nodded.
The nurse went home that evening, feeling very pleased with herself. She had finally managed to get Arthur free
from the insane asylum. She told her parents and her sister the good news. Her months of hard work had finally
paid off. When she went to bed that night, she fell asleep with a satisfied smile on her face.
In the middle of the night, she was rudely awakened by the sound of screaming. It seemed to be coming from
downstairs. Frightened, she gathered her wits about her. She jumped out of bed and bravely crept down the
darkened staircase.
There in the hall, she found the bodies of her mother, her father and her sister. They were lying in a pool of blood.
As she bent over them, trying to see if they were still alive, she saw a shadow moving across the hallway.
She looked behind her and was confonted by a large figure standing motionless in the doorway. The scream died
in her throat.
It was Arthur. He was just standing there, staring at her. His eyes were wild. In one hand, he held a bloody axe. In
the other hand, he was holding a piece of paper. The same piece of paper on which she had written her name
and address.
The young nurse was shaking with fear. Arthur raised the axe above his head. His eyes were bugging out of their
sockets.
Are you here to kill me?, she croaked.
Arthur just nodded.
Story Again
This is a story I was told by a Japanese friend of mine. He swore it was the absolute truth, but he refused to tell
me where exactly in Japan it all happened. He said that two people died and he was questioned many times by
the police.
At the time, he was 17 years old and had managed to find himself a summer job, working in a store that sold
electrical goods. One day, after work, the manager of the store decided to bring all of the employees out for
dinner. The restaurant they were going to was up in the mountains and, to get there, they had to cross an old
suspension bridge that stretched across a deep valley.
There were five of them in total, so they decided to take two cars. The manager drove the car in front, with two
teenage boys inside. My friend drove the car behind and his colleague was in the passenger seat.
They started out straight after work, but the manager took a wrong turn, so by the time they reached the
suspension bridge, it was almost twilight. There was a light rain and the bridge was covered in a strange, wispy
fog.
The manager drove across the suspension bridge and my friend followed close behind in the other car. However,
when they reached the center of the bridge, the managers car came to a sudden halt.
The two people in the car behind were puzzled. They couldnt understand why their boss had stopped in the
middle of the bridge. After waiting a few minutes, they began to get impatient. Since they showed no signs of
moving, my friend was about to get out and see what the trouble was.
Just then, they saw the rear door of the car in front open and the two boys who were sitting in the back seat got
out. My friend opened his door and was about to ask them what was wrong, but the words died in his throat.
He heard the boys screaming their lungs out. Suddenly, the two young men joined hands and started to run like
crazy. They rushed over to the side of the suspension bridge and threw themselves over the guardrail.
Horrified, my friend rushed over to the guardrail and peered over the side, but he couldnt see anything because
of the mist. The drop was over 100 feet. Nobody could survive that. He stood there for a few moments in stunned
silence, staring down into the foggy abyss.
When he went over to check the car in front, he found the manager crouched over the steering wheel, gripping it
so tightly that his knuckles were white. Tears were streaming down his face and he kept muttering under his
breath, over and over, I want to do it but I cant do it I want to do it but I cant do it I want to do it but I cant do it
My friend called the police and when they arrived, they had to pry the managers hands off the steering wheel.
They took him away in an ambulance, still muttering and gibbering as if he had taken leave of his sanity. Later
that night, the bodies of the two young men were fished out of the river.
My friend and his colleague were persistently questioned by the police, but they couldnt shed any light on the
puzzling incident. The police seemed to think that it was some kind of weird suicide pact.
A few months after that, my friend went to visit the store manager, who was recovering in a mental hospital. After
some small talk, he turned the conversation to the strange events that had taken place that tragic summer night.
The store manager beckoned him closer and whispered in his ear.He told him that, as they were driving across
the suspension bridge, he was shocked to see a woman suddenly emerge from the fog. She stood right in front of
the car and he had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting her. The woman had long black hair and was dressed in
a brilliant white shroud.
All of a sudden, he noticed that the mist was creeping closer, encircling the car. Then, from the depths of the
wisping fog, a group of children appeared. They were dressed in similar white shrouds and their faces were
deformed and smeared with blood.
Before they knew what was happening, the grotesque children surrounded the car and began beating on the
windows and doors with their fists.
The children began chanting, Join us come with us join us come with us join us come with us
The manager said that the childrens haunting voices echoed around in his head and he felt powerless to resist.
He clung onto the steering wheel for dear life. At that moment, he dearly wanted to die, but some small part of
him desperately wanted to live.
He heard the boys in the back seat screaming as the children opened the door and dragged them out into the
mist. The terrified manager had to fight the urge to join them in death.
After hearing this story, my friend was shaking with fear. As he rose to leave, the manager grabbed him roughly
by the arm and hissed, I think thats what happened, but dont tell the police. Theyll never believe you.
Sometimes I dont even believe myself. Just promise me one thing Promise me that you will never attempt to
cross that suspension bridge again, or theyll come for you and drag you to your death as well
Red Robe
A girl traveled to Taiwan on holiday. She decided to stay in a cheap hotel to save money. When she got to her
room and began to unpack, she realized that the hotel receptionist had given her room 66 on the 6th floor. A chill
went down her spine. Technically, that was 666.
While unpacking her things, she heard someone knocking the door to her room. She opened the door but there
was nobody there. She poked her head out and looked around, but she did not see anyone in the corridor. The
girl figured it was just her imagination, so she shut the door and resumed unpacking.
Suddenly, there was another knock on the door. This time, when she opened the door, there was a woman
standing outside wearing a red bathrobe. The strange woman was crying and shaking. She told the girl that she
had accidentally locked herself out of her room. The strange woman also said that she was having problems with
her hsband and she was really depressed and suicidal.
The girl felt sorry for the strange woman, so she offered to go down to the lobby and get a replacement key for
her from the hotel receptionist. However, when the girl took the elevator down to the lobby, it was empty. She did
not find anyone at reception.
She rang the bell on the desk and waited. After a few minutes, the receptionist appeared and the girl asked her
for a replacement key for the room of the woman in the red robe.
Receptionist: The woman in the red robe? What woman in a red robe?
Girl: Oh, this strange woman, she came to my room because she got locked out of her own room.
Receptionist: What are you talking about. We have only one guest staying on the 6th floor today and that is you.
Girl: That cant be true! Can you check again?
Receptionist: Oh, I know You may not believe this, but its true. There was a horrible tragedy. A few years ago,
a woman was staying here. She was in room 66 on the 6th floor. The very room that you are staying in today. She
and her husband split up and she wanted to commit suicide. But, in her madness, she decided that she wanted
everyone in the hotel to die with her. So she put on a white robe and, carrying a shotgun, she went from floor to
floor shooting people. There was so much blood everywhere. It was horrible. She was insane and there was so
much blood that her white robe was stained red. Ever since that day, guests who stay on the 6th floor say they
see her from time to time.
The girl was speechless.
The receptionist smiled as she walked out from behind the desk and pointed to a red stain on her own stomach.
Receptionist: Look see! This is where she shot me!
- Girl:
......
- Boy:
So wanna go somewhere tonight for our anniversary?
- Girl:
Yeah...where?
- Boy:
I dont know...maybe movie then dinner?
-Girl:
Ok
Boy:
I'll pick you up after I get off and get ready ok?
- girl
Ok.
-Girl:
What time do you get off?
- Boy:
In 2 hours and then I gotta go home and yeah get ready which takes about 15-20 mintues...
-Girl:
hey...I thought you didnt have work today...
- Boy:
One of my co-workers called in sick.
- Girl:
Oh okay! So ill see you around 7:30 then?
- Boy:
Yeah! and babe?
- Girl:
Yeah?
- Boy:
I love you.
- Girl:
I love you too!
- Boy:
Ok my manager is like looking at me so yeah.... i gotta go.
- Girl:
Ok bye.
-Boy:
bye
*??*??*??*??*??*??* ?*??*??*??*??*??*??*??* ?*??*??*??*??*??*??*??* ??*??*??*??*??*??
2 hours later...
The guy drives to his girlfriends house and walks up to the door and rings bell.
-Girl:
Hey! (gives a kiss to her boyfriend)
- Boy:
Wassup...you ready?
- Girl:
Um.??.??.??wait.??.??.??let me get my bag and we can go ok?
- Boy:
Ok
They both watched a movie and ate dinner...once they were done eating they headed back to the car but before
she got into the car...
- Boy:
Wait! Can I blind fold you?
- Girl:
Why??!
- Boy:
Its a suprise
- Girl:
What kind of suprise?
- Boy:
A big one
-Girl:
Okay but only if you promise me that you will hold my hand while we're driving.
Girl:
Ok blind fold me...
So they drove off.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??.??and then they stopped
- Boy:
Ok we're here!
-Girl:
Where?
- Boy:
Wait let me walk you to the place!
- Girl:
What place?
- Boy:
Somewhere! (and gives a kiss to her on the lips)
- Girl:
Baby!...
The boy walks her to the place.
- Boy:
When Billy got home he felt real bad about what he had done. So he decided to go to Katie's house to tell her he
was sorry and that he really loves her.
When he got there he knocked on the door no one answered.
The door was open so he walked in. He walked into the living room and found Katie lying dead on the floor. She
had slit her wrists. Billy was so up set . He knew it was his fault she killed her self. And now he could never tell
her how he really felt.
The lesson of this story is: Don't wait to until the last minute to tell someone how you really feel. Because it just
might be too late. And don't always go by what your friends say, follow your heart.
Clap ! Clap
One day, a young married couple went hiking in the mountains. As the sun began to set, they realized that they
were lost. The wife was getting worried, but her husband tried to calm her down and assured her that they would
eventually find their way back to their car. However, after walking for hours, they still had no idea where they were.
It was growing dark and the man and wife were getting desperate. They didnt have a map or a compass with
them and all of the trees looked the same. Just when they were about to give up hope, they came across an old
cabin in a clearing.
The cabin looked as if it had seen better days. It was dilapidated and seemed like it hadnt been used in a long
time. Some of the windows were cracked and broken and a lot of the tiles had fallen off the roof. The husband
knocked on the front door but there was no response. When he turned the handle, it slowly creaked open.
Inside, they found it was in a bad state of disrepair. There was very little furniture and the floor was covered in a
thick layer of dust. As the couple cautiously looked around, they noticed a strange atmosphere and a peculiar
musty smell.
The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with graffiti. Written in red paint, the words, Death! Death! Death!
Death! Death! were repeated over and over again.
The man and woman were unnerved. With a shaking hand, the husband reached out to touch the wall. He was
horrified to find that the paint was not yet dry.
The couple were very frightened, but they had nowhere else to go. They knew that the mountain was dangerous
at night and there were lots of wild animals prowling the woods. Despite the creepy writing on the walls, they
decided to stay the night.
Going upstairs, they found a moth-eaten mattress that was covered in stains. The husband and wife wrapped
themselves in an old piece of carpet to keep warm and tried to make themselves as comfortable as possible
under the circumstances. They lay down together on the mattress and eventually managed to fall asleep.
Sometime after midnight, the couple were awakened by a strange rustling noise. It sounded like someone or
something was moving around outside the shack.
Did you hear that? asked his wife. I think theres somebody out there.
Her husband listened for a while, but he didnt hear anything. He got out of bed and walked over to the window. It
was too dark outside to see anything. Opening the window, he stuck his head out.
Whos there? he called nervously.
There was no answer.
He was about to go back to bed when his wife said, Maybe its someone who cant speak
The husband returned to the window and said, Is there anybody out there? Clap once for YES and twice for NO.
He strained his ears to listen. The stars twinkled in the night sky. The crickets were chirping loudly.
All of a sudden, he heard a loud CLAP!
The man turned to his wife and said in surprise, You were right. Theres someone out there.
He leaned out the window and his eyes scanned the darkness. he couldnt make out anything in the pitch black.
Are you the owner of this cabin? he asked.
CLAP! CLAP!
Are you a man?
CLAP! CLAP!
Youre a woman, then?
CLAP! CLAP!
middle of a barren desert. The sun beat down hard on him, but there was not a shade to be found. He walked on
and on in search of a settlement. But wherever his feet took him, there was only barren land to be seen as far as
the eyes had the might to reach. Hunger gnawed at his stomach and thirst burned his throat. Not a morsel nor a
drop of water was to be had.
Far and wide he wandered, half out of his mind with despair and misery. Bitter tears fell down his cheeks. Hunger
and thirst and exhaustion tortured him, and his heart pained with the worry about his family. He hoped at least
they were well. He felt he was never going to see them again. As he walked on in search of water and shelter,
every step seemed to be bringing him closer to his end instead.
Finally, his strength failed him and he fell down on the hot sand.
Forgive, forgive, O Lord, his heart cried out, though no words could come out of his mouth.
Just then a bird came flapping its wings with all the vigour of its free flight. It held in its beak a small pouch. As the
bird flew over the miserable man, the pouch slipped from its beak and fell down right next to the man. He
gathered all his strength, and with great effort managed to pick up the pouch and open it. It contained a piece of
bread, and a bottle of water. The man wasted not a moment. He gulped down the water and finished the bit of
bread in a few moments.
Thank you, God! he cried out, Thank you! Thank you! Im so happy! He could not get up, but he started dancing
where he sat. His eyes joyfully stared at the bottle that still contained some water.
Lord, the Almighty, appeared before him once again.
You are happy, my child? He asked.
Yes, yes, God, I was sure I would die. But you sent me food and water, and Im alive! Thank you!
But you had plenty of food and water before too. Why werent you happy then?
I the man could not go any further. He did not know what to say.
You were not happy because you looked for the happiness outside. But happiness has its seat within your heart,
child. Only you can make yourself happy, not the treasures or splendours of the world. Regret not the past, fear
not the future, cherish what you have and be happy in it because whatever you have has been sent by me. Count
your blessings, not your sores because you will only see what you are focusing on. If you focus on misery, you
will find only misery, and the happiness of your life will waste away.
I understand, My Lord. What a fool I have been. I remained busy crying over what I may never have and forgot to
enjoy the bliss of what I had.
The man had learnt his lesson. God smiled and returned him back to his old life, to his loving wife and kids.
The man never had a perfect life. And there were many things he wanted but got not. But never again did he cry
over them. Instead, he filled his heart with the happiness of what he had and spread love and happiness all
around
White Death
Iam currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Every moment could be my last. My friend is here
with me and he is the sole reason why my life is in danger. It may not make sense at first, but let me explain.
It all started earlier today, when a friend of mine burst into my house and slammed the door behind him. His eyes
were wide with fear and he stood there with his back against the door, breathing heavily. I asked him what had
happened and he told me this story:
He had been living with his Aunt for the past year because his parents were in Mexico. They were doing mission
work at a small hospital in Southern Mexico. The previous night, a bedraggled man had stumbled through the
entrance of the hospital. He was screaming in Spanish and appeared to be out of his mind with terror.
They brought him over to a chair and let him sit down. As he caught his breath, he told his story in broken
English. He claimed that his sister had been killed by something he referred to as La Muerto Blanco. He kept
saying that it was coming for him next.
Confused, they asked him who or what a Muerto Blanco was. With a look of unfathomable fear on his face, he
said that La Muerto Blanco was The White Death. She is the soul of a girl who died years ago. She died by her
own hand, he said, alone and unloved. She hated life so much that she wanted to remove all traces of herself
from the earth. So great was her desire to completely obliterate her memory, that she returned from the dead as a
vengeful spirit, bent on killing all those who knew of her existence.
She is a girl, but not a girl, he said. Shes not dead, but not really alive. She has cold, black eyes that weep blood.
She walks without ever actually seeming to move an inch. She stalks her victims like a wild animal, pursuing them
across rivers and valleys, trailing them back to their homes. You are never really aware that she is following you,
until you hear her telltale knock upon your door.
She knocks once for you skin, which shell use to patch her own decaying flesh. Twice for your hair, which shell
gnash between her teeth. Three times for your bones, which shell fashion into clubs. Four times for your heart,
which shell tear out of your chest. Five times for your teeth, which shell polish and keep in a box. Six times for
your eyes, which shell pluck out one by one. Seven times for your soul, which shell swallow whole.
No matter where you go, The White Death will track you down and you will hear her terrible knocking begin on
the door. You can try to outrun her, but shes faster than any mortal man. If you flee from your home while shes
knocking on your door, she will follow you wherever you go.
The terrified man was certain that this thing had killed his sister. He had tried to tell the police, about The White
Death but they would not listen, dismissing it as an old wives tale. Next, he had tried to tell his priest, but the
priest immediately shut the door of the church in his face and turned him away. The priest had seen The White
Death following him, he said, and did not want to get involved.
With his head in his hands, the frightened man said that The White Death follows you forever until you tell
someone else about it. Then it strikes. It kills you and begins following the person you told.
After finishing his tale, the man stole a car from the mission hospital parking lot, and vanished into the night.
Apparently, my friends mother and father had immediately called his aunt and told her about the stange man they
had encountered. They asked her if she had ever heard of the White Death. She said she had not and they
proceeded to tell her the story that the man had told them.
The aunt got a phonecall later that night. It was the Mexican police. They told her that the parents had been found
dead outside the hospital. They had been torn apart.
My friends aunt had immediately called him at school to break the bad news to him. As he cried,
she told him she couldnt understand what had happened. She recounted the whole story to him, telling him about
the strange man who had turned up in the hospital just hours before his parents were found dead. She told him
how the man had given his parents a weird and disturbing story about something called The White Death.
When he hung up the phone, he had struggled to come to terms with what had happened. It almost didnt seem
real to him. When he got home after school, he found the front door of his Aunts house standing open. Inside
was a trail of blood, leading into the kitchen. There on the kitchen floor, he found his Aunts dead body. She had
been torn limb from limb.
He ran out of the house and all the way across town, never looking back, until he reached my house. As he told
me this story, I could hardly believe it. Within the space of a day, his mother, his father and his aunt had been
murdered. It all seemed too far-fetched.
But before I could utter a word, my friend and I both recoiled in horror as we heard a knocking begin at my front
door.
Weve been staring at the door for an hour now, neither of us wanting to open it. The knocking is still going on,
growing louder and louder. She never gives up. She never quits. La Muerto Blanco is unstoppable. I think she
wants to scare us, my friend and I. I think she wants us to blame each other. And I do I blame my friend. Its all
his fault. He should never have told about her.
As I sit here in my house, beside my friend, both of us listening to that hideous knocking growing ever louder, I
wish a lot of things. I wish she had killed my friend before he reached my house. If he had never been able to tell
me about her, I wouldnt be in danger now. Im sorry I ever met him.
And Im sorry for you too. Im sorry I made you read this story. Im sorry I ever told you about the White Death.
Because now that you know about her, shell be coming for you next.
SORRY
Beautiful Thoughtful
Messages .
1) Do not count what u have lost.
Just see what u have now,
Because past never comes back,
But sometimes
.
The others waited and waited, but the second
pair failed to come back. The remaining
teenagers couldnt understand what was
happening. They began to wonder if their
friends were playing a joke on them.
It had been almost an hour since the first pair
had left. The third boy and girl pair nervously
set off to try and find their missing friends.
.
They never returned.
The boy and girl who remained behind were
very nervous. The girl began to cry and the boy
tried to comfort her.
Eventually, the boy said, Im going to look for
the others. If I dont come back after 30
minutes, go straight to the police.
After he left, the girl stood alone in the cold
and the dark, weeping silently. She waited an
hour, but nobody came back. She got into the
car, turned the keys in the ignition and drove to
the nearest police station.
Four police officers accompanied the girl back
to the school and, as dawn began to break, they
launched a search for the seven missing
teenagers. At first, they couldnt find any sign of
them on the school grounds but then they
discovered that the side door of the old,
disused school gym was standing open.
.
The police went inside, but it was empty. There
was an eerie silence in the air. It was when they
looked inside the toilet in the gym that they
finally found the missing seven.
.
They were all hanging from the ceiling by their
necks.
The police questioned the surviving girl and she
swore that she had been telling the truth. The
seven teenagers had gone to the abandoned
ScareCrow
There was an old farmer in Arizona who owned the best farm in the area. Everybody said his crops were the best
and people came from all over to buy their goods from him. Whenever people asked him how he was able to
grow such good quality crops, the old farmer would say it was all down to his scarecrow.
That old scarecrow is the one I have to thank, said the farmer. He makes sure no crows or critters or pests
come near my crops.
The old farmer had built the scarecrow himself and it was a fearsome sight. He spent months working on it to
make it as scary as possible. He knew how important it was to keep pests away from his crops. So he gave it
enormous straw arms that stretched out about 6 feet and big long legs that made it as tall as a tree.
But the scariest thing about this scarecrow was its head. The farmer carved it himself out of a huge pumpkin. He
spent countless days and nights perfecting his design until it was perfect. The scarecrows face and head was so
grotesque and ugly that even he was sometimes scared to look at it. But it was very effective, scaring away every
rodent and bird that ventured near.
The neighboring farm was owned by two young men who were brothers named Josh and Harold. They were lazy
and never did much work around the farm which resulted in their crops being bad. They were jealous of the old
farmers success and were plotting against him. If they could drive him out of business they could take over his
farm and make more money.
So one night, the brothers decided to sneak onto the old farmers land. They stole his prized scarecrow and
brought it back to their own house, where they stuffed it into an old closet so nobody would ever find it.
The next day, the farmer woke up to find his hideous scarecrow missing and all his crops being eaten by rats and
crows. He fell to his knees and cried, knowing that his farm would soon be out of business. Meanwhile, the
brothers, Josh and Harld were watching from their own property and couldnt help laughing out loud when they
saw the old mans tears of grief.
Hearing the laughter, the old farmer came over and asked them if they knew what happened to his scarecrow.
The brothers looked him right in the eye and said they had no idea where his precious scarecrow might be.
But you know Ill go out of business and have to sell my farm if I cant find my scarecrow, said the farmer.
Josh just laughed in his face, saying Thats just your tough luck, isnt it?.
Sucks to be you, giggled Harold.
The old farmer walked slowly back to his house, his head hanging down in defeat and depression.
That night, as Josh and Harold had trouble sleeping. Not because they felt any remorse, but because they
couldnt get the image of the scarecrows horrible twisted face out of their minds. They decided they would never
be able to sleep as long as that ugly pumpkin head was in their house. So they got up and dragged the scarecrow
out of the closet.
Harold took a baseball bat and smashed the scarecrows head to pieces until all that was left was little bits of
pumpkin strewn around the floor. The brothers swept up the pumpkin head pieces and threw them in the trash.
Then they went back to bed and were soon fast asleep, having put all thoughts of the disgusting scarecrow face
out of their heads.
Some time after midnight, Josh and Harold were awoken by the sounds of scratching and clawing at their
bedroom door.
Did you forget to put the dog out? asked Harold, sleepily.
W-w-w-we dont have a dog, stammered Josh.
Suddenly the bedroom door burst open and a solitary long straw arm snaked in through the opening. Then a
second arm thrashed around, followed by two long stick legs. The two brothers were frozen in fear and could only
look with horror as the headless scarecrows body rose up on its long stick legs and its long arms reached out
for them in the darkness.
Harold felt a cold sinewy, straw claw close around his neck and screamed as loud as he could. He begged his
brother Josh to help him. But Josh was already running out of the bedroom. Fleeing in terror, he ran down the
hallway, crashed through the front door and out onto the moonlit road.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, puffing and panting and screaming at the top of his voice. As he
passed his neighbors house, he saw the old farmer standing at his gate. In the moonlight, he could see the
farmer just staring at him with a strange smile on his face.
Josh kept running, his bare feet slapping against the rough gravel road. He glanced back over his shoulder and
saw something that scared him to his very soul. He saw the scarecrow running along the road close behind him.
It was gaining on him, coming closer and closer. And that wasnt all he saw. He noticed that the scarecrow had a
brand new head. And it looked a lot like his brother Harold's head
The End
There are lot of question unanswered here like
what hppns nxt
why was the farmer smiling
has some witchcraft done by farmer
if so why was he cruing in the day
n manny more
I would like the readers to use thier imagination and complete the story