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Serious So whats your story or encounter.?

Many years ago there was a friend of ours who lived in a house made out into flats six to be exact he came off his bike hit a lamp post and died instantly. His funeral was the biggest I’ve ever been to there was over a hundred motorcycles there and made front page of the local newspaper it was a full catholic funeral went on for ever it seemed. After it ended we went back to the house everyone who lived there was at the funeral and all the flats were locked up just as they had been left but everyone of them that had pictures of Shaun in there his picture and everyone he was in was turned upside down. Not scary but well weird.
 
I am mostly here simply because I don't want to live in a bubble, I want to know how dark humans can be so I am consciously aware of the fact there are real threats out there, otherwise I just don't seem to monitor my surroundings for some reason the way I really should. I know I am now keenly aware of the fact that if anyone ever holds me at knifepoint/gunpoint and tries to get me to go anywhere with them, fuck that, I am going to scream and fight like hell, kill me there, I ain't going nowhere, with anyone in a cooperative manner.
 
It was midnight one cold winter in the Bronx when I found myself caught in violent snow storm. I sought shelter in one of the many derelict abandoned apartment buildings that once graced the landscape back then. *creek creek creek* the old wooden steps were loud under my feet as I ascended. The floors were covered in the discarded remnants of makeshift beds, more like nests, that had been slept in by the local homeless population. But tonight was too cold of a night for these people to be sleeping in here I thought. I merely wanted to wait out the storm. I opened the door to an apartment and walked inside. The rooms were gutted but for a kitchen stove and cushionless couch. I looked out the fire escape window as the snow came down. There was a hole in the window where a few flakes made their entrance and created a line of snow on the floor. The sound of the cold wind whistled through the whole building like a mournful ghostly howl.

I sat on the couch and shivered tucking my knees close to my chest and pulling my coat over them. Hardly an hour had passed and I found myself dangerously close to falling asleep. I slapped myself to stay awake. The storm wasn't letting up. But that's when I realized something was amiss. The room wasn't how it had been a moment ago, something had changed.

I got up from the couch and realised the window wasn't broken anymore. The snow on the floor was gone. I turned around and nearly had a heart attack. The room had become furnished, the couch was like new complete with cushions. I ran to the door and pulled but it wouldn't open.

"Let me out!" I screamed, "let me out!"

The door swung open and I fell. When I opened my eyes everything had changed back to the run down state it had been in. Cracked window. Snow on the ground. Derelict room. Had I dreamed the whole thing? Did I just fall asleep for a minute or hallucinate all this? I don't know.
 
I am mostly here simply because I don't want to live in a bubble, I want to know how dark humans can be so I am consciously aware of the fact there are real threats out there, otherwise I just don't seem to monitor my surroundings for some reason the way I really should. I know I am now keenly aware of the fact that if anyone ever holds me at knifepoint/gunpoint and tries to get me to go anywhere with them, fuck that, I am going to scream and fight like hell, kill me there, I ain't going nowhere, with anyone in a cooperative manner.
That being said, I want to thank everyone who reads my comments on certain videos, I'm afraid I'm not made of the same stuff most the rest of the folks here seem to be made from. I always have my finger on the mouse when I start watching here, I find most of the shit too disturbing to watch, I usually base my decision to proceed on the comments. Every now and then usually watching a compilation, my response I guess is delayed because it takes me a minute to actually register what the fuck it is I am looking at. I end up watching something I really shouldn't have, fuck I don't know how everyone else does it. Some images stay with me for weeks, my heart really aches for some of these victims. What kind of help is this that there are so many people out there perpetrating this level of evil on others (who for the most part never did a fucking thing intentionally to harm the demons inflicting the nightmare on them). I don't know wtf I am doing on this planet sometimes. I am constantly aware of the misery around me and I would literally give my life to end it. I really hope this shit here stays at a certain distance, I'm aware because I feel the pain from others, I jeez, I don't need this shit added to it.
 
It was midnight one cold winter in the Bronx when I found myself caught in violent snow storm. I sought shelter in one of the many derelict abandoned apartment buildings that once graced the landscape back then. *creek creek creek* the old wooden steps were loud under my feet as I ascended. The floors were covered in the discarded remnants of makeshift beds, more like nests, that had been slept in by the local homeless population. But tonight was too cold of a night for these people to be sleeping in here I thought. I merely wanted to wait out the storm. I opened the door to an apartment and walked inside. The rooms were gutted but for a kitchen stove and cushionless couch. I looked out the fire escape window as the snow came down. There was a hole in the window where a few flakes made their entrance and created a line of snow on the floor. The sound of the cold wind whistled through the whole building like a mournful ghostly howl.

I sat on the couch and shivered tucking my knees close to my chest and pulling my coat over them. Hardly an hour had passed and I found myself dangerously close to falling asleep. I slapped myself to stay awake. The storm wasn't letting up. But that's when I realized something was amiss. The room wasn't how it had been a moment ago, something had changed.

I got up from the couch and realised the window wasn't broken anymore. The snow on the floor was gone. I turned around and nearly had a heart attack. The room had become furnished, the couch was like new complete with cushions. I ran to the door and pulled but it wouldn't open.

"Let me out!" I screamed, "let me out!"

The door swung open and I fell. When I opened my eyes everything had changed back to the run down state it had been in. Cracked window. Snow on the ground. Derelict room. Had I dreamed the whole thing? Did I just fall asleep for a minute or hallucinate all this? I don't know.
I say you dream it up
 
My father was a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So -- me watching -- he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me, and he says, "Why so serious, son?" Comes at me with the knife... "Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth... "Let's put a smile on that face!" And... why so serious?
 
My father was a drinker. And a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So -- me watching -- he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. Turns to me, and he says, "Why so serious, son?" Comes at me with the knife... "Why so serious?" He sticks the blade in my mouth... "Let's put a smile on that face!" And... why so serious?
Isn't this. A movie plot
 
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