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It's not loving real
Have you searched it and clicked on the single result you get? If so, what was on the video?

Have you searched it and clicked on the single result you get? If so, what was on the video?
It was a video created by a user on YouTube. It's not a real show, god damnit.

It was a video created by a user on YouTube. It's not a real show, god damnit.
What happens in the video?

What happens in the video?
It's just a bunch of screaming with dolls and stuff moving around, then it goes to static.

It's just a bunch of screaming with dolls and stuff moving around, then it goes to static.
EXACTLY. That was the weird episode. It is real. Well, That one episode is, anyway.


It's not loving real
I never said I thought it was, that' why I asked for a link.

I never said I thought it was, that' why I asked for a link.
That wasn't really intended for you, I accidentally quoted you lol
sorry

Hey! That looks like GSF Ghost's old avatar looked like on forums, i dont get why it's scary...???!!!!
Its a loving Yin and Yang symbol.

That wasn't really intended for you, I accidentally quoted you lol
sorry
:cookieMonster:

YeahbutitsalsoTezuni'sAHHH!!!

Damn, someone needs to post more stories.
Heh, Quagmire reference?

I just wrote this and am now posting it.

The Wedding Ring
   
   A man and a woman who were to be married in several hours, were drinking wine and laughing together at the man\\\'s home. The man received a phone call, to his horror he found out that he had been drafted into the Vietnam War. He told his fiancee that he would come home safely. The man grabbed his rifle out of the closet and told her that he would take the wedding ring with him and keep it in his pocket as a reminder of their love. He then sprinted out the door and into his car and drove away.

   The woman went home and went to sleep, terrible unhappy with her terrible luck. A week later she received a phone call from the Military to find that her groom had been shot. Heart broken, the woman crawled into bed, vowing never to leave it.

   After several days, the woman finally got out of bed and ate and showered. She then went to the door to see if she had gotten any mail. She found a slim envelope addressed to her from her dead groom. Inside was the wedding ring he had bought her with a scrawled message in blood red ink that said

For you, my love.

The message had been sent the day after her groom had been shot. She at first guessed that the message had been sent by one of his comrades, but realized that no one could have cared enough to check his pockets for anything. Even if they did, how could they have sent it by regular mail?

   The woman left the ring on her night stand and went back to sleep. Many days passed and the ring still was left on her night stand. Eventually the woman decided to move on. She met another man that she thought was much more brilliant then her shot groom. She tossed the ring into the garbage and continued loving this new man. But when she came home after her date, the ring was sitting on her kitchen counter. A message scrawled in blood on the wall.

How dare you.

   The woman\\\'s newer boyfriend assured her it was just a prank. The woman cleaned it up and continued to be with the new man. Two days later, the woman arrived home again to find the ring hanging from a string from the rafters. The house had been ransacked and bullet holes were spattered about the house. In her bedroom, the woman found a message scrawled in blood once again on the wall.

I do not approve.

   The woman moved far away with and decided to marry this newer groom. On the wedding day, the groom did not show. The woman decided to search for him. But when she walked down the aisle she saw the ring on the handle of the door to the bell tower. She walked up and pocketed the ring and opened the door.

   Inside she found her newer groom hung by a rope tied to the top of the tower  ceiling with his neck slit open, blood dripping on the floor. On the wall was a message again, scrawled in blood.

You\\\'ve crossed the line.

   The woman heard a gun shot and went numb. She looked down and saw a bullet hole in her chest. She used the last of her energy to look behind her to see her first groom, holding his rifle, staring at her.

Edit: Ignore the slashes behind the quotes, please.

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there, and that no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
oh forget when i read the end my heart skiped a beat