Write a Scary Story starring the Guy Above You

  • HottJoe

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    Feb 13, 2013 7:15 PM GMT
    He can be the victim, or he can be the killer, but it has to be a horror story. Twists on campfire stories and movie plots are cool. Supernatural and the occult, bring it on!!icon_twisted.gif

    Here is an example, even though he's not above me:

    DIN's face was aglow from his computer screen as he perused RJ. Noticing a new thread titled Write a Scary Story starring the Guy Above You, he clicked on it, feeling bored. Before he even had a chance to see the guy above him, he got a text.

    "I'm going to steal your heart."

    He had no idea who it was from, but he assumed it was a wrong number and that it wasn't for him. He was about to get back to the threads when he heard his cat hiss at something in the bathroom.

    He entered the bathroom and saw a shadow move behind the shower curtain. A man flung the curtain open and came at him with a knife.

    "So, DIN, how do you like my new thread???" the man asked.

    "HottJoe?!!! You're fucking crazy!" DIN screamed like a girl.

    DIN's death was a bloody mess but at least the cat got to live.icon_wink.gificon_twisted.gif

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    Feb 13, 2013 7:31 PM GMT
    "Ghostwriters"
    by eagermuscle

    The reviews and sales figures for published author HottJoe were so bad he hired a ghostwriter. At first the collaboration was fruitful, but before long the man he contracted for the job turned out to be blatantly transparent. Realizing too late that the reason for this was that his collaborator was an actual ghost, HottJoe became a ghostwriter himself, condemned for eternity to write prose in invisible ink, the least read of all.
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    Feb 13, 2013 9:23 PM GMT
    eagermuscle wasn't doing the splits, the splits were doing HIM. *shriek!!!*
  • calibro

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    Feb 13, 2013 10:26 PM GMT
    he had sex with an unattractive woman
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    Feb 13, 2013 10:28 PM GMT
    Once upon a time, there was this internet dude nicnamed calibro.

    *audience gasps* icon_eek.gif
  • AMoonHawk

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    Feb 13, 2013 10:43 PM GMT
    Paulflexs was finally moving into his new penthouse suite apartment. It was top security all the way, you couldn't even break in with a bulldozer. It had all the modern conveniences, even the lock need a retina reference to open the door. He walked in and in the middle of the room was a single laptop. Unfortunately, none of the utilities had been turned on and he had no internet access and it would be another week and a half before any furniture or boxes from his old place would arrive, but he just wanted to take in the grand view. After looking around a bit, he realized he left his cell phone out in the car and figured he may as well head back to his hotel room since everthing in the place was still turned off. As he walked to the bolted door he realize that the retina scanner for the inside of the appartment had not yet been pulled in and there was no way to open the door to leave .... 2 weeks ... penthouse suite which no one but him had access to ....... Paul began screaming but no one could hear him 100 stories up icon_biggrin.gif
  • HottJoe

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    Feb 13, 2013 10:58 PM GMT
    "Bite Marks"
    By HottJoe

    Hot sweat trickled down Paulflexes forehead as he pumped the pedals on his bike up the last hill on his ride. He'd had a good workout and could feel his muscles flexing in appreciation, if not weariness.

    When he came to to the top of hill, he noticed a shirtless young man lying across the side of the road. He saw blood on the man's face and thought he was dead.

    "Help meee?" the man muttered.

    "Hang in there, buddy." Paul handed the man his flask, figuring he needed a drink. Then he reached for his cell phone.

    The young man lurched at him and bit his ankle.

    "I'm not into kinky shit like that," Paul kicked the guy away. He saw the man had drawn blood. "You're a fucking freak, man." He called an ambulance. "Keep the flask."

    Paul peddled home and tended to his wound. He was surprised the bite looked deep, and it was quickly festering. He thought he should see a doctor, but instead he poured some vodka over it then chugged from the bottle.

    (3 days later)

    Metta8 posts a Huffington Post article, "Florida Zombie spotted gnawing on severed human head."

    Aristoshark comments. "Looks like our friend Paul has developed a taste for blood."

    #sharkapproved
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    Feb 13, 2013 11:16 PM GMT
    Wait, How can Paul be chewing on heads when he's trapped in a penthouse? Does he use a fishing lure to snag the heads? He's that smart of a zombie to work a fishing pole?
  • HottJoe

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    Feb 13, 2013 11:21 PM GMT
    FranciscoC saidWait, How can Paul be chewing on heads when he's trapped in a penthouse? Does he use a fishing lure to snag the heads? He's that smart of a zombie to work a fishing pole?


    Paul's just starring in two different stories, because he's RJ's resident "scream queen."
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    Feb 13, 2013 11:24 PM GMT
    This thread suddenly made me hungry for some reason.

    Anyone wanna visit tonight? I'm feeling kinda lonely and haven't had dinner. icon_twisted.gif
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    Feb 13, 2013 11:25 PM GMT
    paulflexes saidThis thread suddenly made me hungry for some reason.

    Anyone wanna visit tonight? I'm feeling kinda lonely and haven't had dinner. icon_twisted.gif


    You're looking for a non-fat protein shake? Good choice! icon_twisted.gif
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    Feb 13, 2013 11:27 PM GMT
    intensity69 said
    paulflexes saidThis thread suddenly made me hungry for some reason.

    Anyone wanna visit tonight? I'm feeling kinda lonely and haven't had dinner. icon_twisted.gif


    You're looking for a non-fat protein shake? Good choice! icon_twisted.gif
    Yep. My favorite is the "HottJoe" brand. He looks tasty!
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    Feb 13, 2013 11:35 PM GMT
    I stopped in to visit Paul one day. After ushering me in, I saw he already had guests in his sitting room. Yes, Paul has a sitting room (shudder).

    Not just guests; Roman Catholic priests. A bible, some seminary literature.

    What? I thought, Why would someone have seminarian literature for last rites?

    Oh. He's joining a seminary, becoming a priest. Suddenly his interest in young boys made sense.
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    Feb 13, 2013 11:49 PM GMT
    He's not directly above, but here's a scary tongue-in-cheek story (I hope) starring the OP HottJoe:

    HottJoe walked into the Mpls Eagle on Washington Avenue in Minneapolis, one snowy and frigid night in July.

    "I'll have a Shirley Temple, straight up!" he growled in his most manly Michael Jackson voice.

    "First I gotta card yah," said the hard-assed bartender, his muscles rippling with every word.

    "Why?" squealed HottJoe, losing his fragile butch composure. "It's not an alcoholic drink. I NEVER drink, really!"

    "Cause I feel like it, candy-ass," snarled the bartender. "And besides, this is a 21-only place, no matter what the fuck you drink."

    With mascara-tinged tears in his eyes Joe pleaded and pleaded to no avail. Finally his exquisitely manicured fingers pulled a card from his frayed hand-knit wallet.

    "What the fuck?" exclaimed the bartender. "This is a fucking library card! I need a driver's license!"

    "I never learned to drive," sobbed Joe. "I lack the high degree of motor movement control and eye coordination necessary to properly operate a motor vehicle," he explained with the utmost mincing delicacy. "But that card is marked for the adult book section, so it proves I'm old enough."

    "This don't prove SHIT!" screamed the bartender. "Now get your sorry ass out of my sight, and out of my bar, before I shove a Shirley Temple up your goddam skinny butt!"

    "Oh, please, can't I stay?" Joe pleaded with batting eyelash extenders. "I've been here before, I've been all over this place, the outside patio, everywhere. I've even been down to the Bolt Underground," he added in a knowing whisper.

    "You HAVE?" said the dubious bartender. "And what the Hell did YOU do down there?"

    "Oh, I participated in some bondage and waxing demonstrations, that sort of thing," Joe lied with fluttering nervous gestures.

    The bartender thought for a moment, then picked up a phone. A moment later 2 burly bouncers appeared on either side of Joe.

    "This is another volunteer for the flogging show. Take him downstairs."

    "The WHAT show???" shrieked Joe. "No, I think I'll leave after all. Hey, take your hands off of me! Where are you taking me? No! NO!!! NOOOOO..."

    The heels of Joe's platform shoes could be heard thumping down each of the narrow stairs that descending into the windowless Bolt Underground, as the bouncers roughly "escorted" him backwards into the darkness below.

    None of the patrons upstairs would ever admit to having heard any screams echoing up that same stairway a few minutes later. Nor could they honestly describe Joe's appearance when official inquiries were made weeks later, since he'd only been seen briefly that one night. And then never, ever again.
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    Feb 13, 2013 11:50 PM GMT
    I like boys who can shave their pubic hair and order their own drinks in a bar. That totally disqualifies me of any Priest credentials.
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    Feb 13, 2013 11:53 PM GMT
    ART_DECO saidHe's not directly above, but here's a tongue-in-cheek story (I hope) starring the OP HottJoe:

    HottJoe walked into the Mpls Eagle on Washington Avenue in Minneapolis, one snowy and frigid night in July.

    "I'll have a Shirley Temple," he growled in his most manly Michael Jackson voice.

    "First I gotta card yah," said the hard-assed bartender, his muscles rippling with every word.

    "Why?" squealed HottJoe, losing his butch composure. "It's not an alcoholic drink. I NEVER drink, really!"

    "Cause I feel like it, candy-ass," snarled the bartender. "And besides, this is a 21-only place, no matter what the fuck you drink."

    With tears in his eyes Joe pleaded and pleaded to no avail. Finally he pulled a card from his frayed hand-knit wallet.

    "What the fuck?" exclaimed the bartender. "This is a fucking library card! I need a driver's license!"

    "I never learned to drive," sobbed Joe. "I lack the high degree of motor movement control and eye coordination necessary to properly operate a motor vehicle," ...
    I had to stop reading there due to uncontrollable laughter. That never stopped Floridians from getting a license. icon_lol.gif
  • Splendidus_1

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    Feb 14, 2013 12:04 AM GMT
    He just couldn't take this idea out of his mind. Lately he had been obsessed with the terrifying thought that something bad was about to happen.

    One night, HottJoe decided to create a thread about sharing Scary stories. "This should be fun" - he thought. Maybe if he saw people participating and joking around, who knows? It could ease his jumpiness.

    Suddendly, the phone rings. "H..Hello?" - stuttered HottJoe. The lack of response from the other side of the line made him ever more nervous. Breaking the silence, a defeaning shriek is released from the mysterious call! He drops the phone immediately, but the terrifying scream could still be heard.

    While still catching his breath, a sound coming from the bathroom comes to his attention. "Who's there?!" - screamed HottJoe, while grabbing his katana (he kept it close to him lately). Step by step, he started walking towards the bathroom, expecting someone to pop up any second.

    Pushing the door slowly with his foot, he managed to take a look at the room ... no soul was to be found. "The bathtub!" - being a writer, he knew what a cliché this would be; perfect irony to put his life to an end. Without hesitating, he grabbed the curtains and threw them aside, only to find ... no one!

    His heart was racing like it never did before, he felt like he was about to pass out. A cold breeze embraced his back, and he turned instantly. A mirror! So startled he was, that his reflection was more than enough to make him take wide steps back!

    BUMP! His feet hit the bathtub! The katana jumps out of his hand and heads to the ground, as so does HottJoe. We can say his premonition was correct. The sword pierced him right through his heart, leaving nothing but a pool of blood.

    Not one minute later, his boyfriend comes in. "How did you like that phone prank?" - he said, laughing.
  • HottJoe

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    Feb 14, 2013 12:25 AM GMT
    "Fangs"
    By HottJoe

    Although AMoonHawk was normally a masc chill down to earth bro, today he was jumping up and down clapping his hands giddily like a school girl. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be getting the opportunity to meet THE Ariodante, (or Nabisco, or whatever his name was these days).

    AMoonHalk put on his best jeans and shirt and waited patiently for his esteemed visitor. Finally, at midnight, there was a knock on the door. AMoonHawk opened the door, and there he was, Ariodante, in all his glory. Ariodante wore all black and a red scarf. His beard was thick and his eyes were piercing. He looked like he'd traveled far.

    "Please, come in. I'm so honored to have you here."

    Ariodante smiled as he came in, and AMoonHawk noticed what sharp pointy fangs he had.

    "Wow, are those real?"

    "Yes, they're real. I'm cursed, you see," Ariodante replied in his sexy accent, which was very cute and distracting.

    "Oh, I wouldn't say cursed. You're very handsome!"

    "Trust me, after centuries of going through this I can assure you that vampirism is a curse!"

    "You're--a vampire????"

    "Yes, and thanks for inviting me to dinner."

    "But I didn't make dinner.... What--you mean?... Oh, God. Why me?"

    "Silly! You posted in the wrong Guy Above You thread."

    With that, Ariodante embraced AMoonHawk and placed a fatal bite upon his neck.
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    Feb 14, 2013 12:31 AM GMT
    It started quite innocently, really.

    For months, Splendidus had enjoyed the jocular and witty banter from his online community. In fact, he felt he had really grown to be friendly with some of the men he held long and flattering conversations with. What was at first a half hour hear and there, slowly evolved into more. It wasn't really an addiction, he thought, it was more a really interesting way to pass time.

    So first thing in the morning he would log on. Nobody in the The Americas was quite and and about yet, but his local timezones were just climbing out of bed. So the only people he could chat with were those east of him.

    After about a month of logging on every morning, often forgetting to eat breakfast or brush his teeth, and drinking cold coffee from the day before, the hours in the days just started to run together. Just talking to those east of him did not feel fulfilling, he wanted the entire world to be at his fingertips.

    One morning led into the next, then the mornings ran into the afternoon, and the afternoon into the evenings. "I can stop anytime" he told himself "and since I don't have to go out for groceries" -- the friendly elderly woman across the hall cooked for him now -- "I can just sit here all day long. But really, I can stop any time. It's only the internet".

    Then one evening, after a long 48 hours of sitting at his desk, he finally could not hold it in any more. He had to relieve himself.

    When he tried to get up he seemed glued to the chair. Or the chair to him. "Did I sit in gum, or something?" he thought. Strange. He pushed and pushed on the chair arms to get up, but the chair stay put.

    He stood up in an awkward pose and tried to pull the chair off him. Nothing. He locked the legs of the chair around the doorway and pulled side to side. It didn't budge.

    Hopping around the apartment, all the time trying to shake the chair off, he finally awkwardly made it through a narrow doorway into the kitchen.

    On the counter was a bread knife. He reached for it as the cockroaches scattered. Leaning the legs of the chair against the cabinets, he slid the bread knife i between the chair seat and his body. Slowly he sawed back and forth, not feeling a thing. After an hour or so, he loosened the chair up enough to swing it wildly against the wall. The chair flew off and slammed sidewise onto the floor. He fell backwards, unable to keep his balance.

    Grabbing at anything to keep himself upright, drawers opened and cooking utensils flew out. Cabinets came off the walls and wine glasses shattered on top of him. Flailing desperately about, he slipped on a wet dishtowel, flying backwards, crashing through the kitchen window.

    The next day it was reported that young, handsome man was found lying in the streets of one of the more chic neighborhoods of Lisbon. The gory details of knives and shards of glass stuck into him like a pincushion could not be explained. The fact that most of his buttocks were missing, and what was left of them was sticking towards the sky like two rare sirloin steaks, was inexplicable. And yet the strangest thing was, there, clenched in his fist, was a wireless computer mouse.

    The murder was never solved. But his last recorded IM to a man in Saskatchewan was still on the computer screen.
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    Feb 14, 2013 12:35 AM GMT
    HottJoe said{scary story}

    I'm more frightened by the fact that my deceased cat came back from the dead to hiss at something in the bathroom.

    Why do I always star in the scary stories instead of the hot sexy stories? icon_mad.gif

    (skip me)
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    Feb 14, 2013 12:43 AM GMT
    DudeInNOVA said
    HottJoe said{scary story}

    I'm more frightened by the fact that my deceased cat came back from the dead to hiss at something in the bathroom.

    Why do I always star in the scary stories instead of the hot sexy stories? icon_mad.gif

    (skip me)


    I guess I could've done a Pet Sematary theme.icon_lol.gif

    #everyone'sacritic
  • Splendidus_1

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    Feb 14, 2013 12:53 AM GMT
    Roguewave said

    {badass story}


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    *Sudden clarity* It was you all along!



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    Feb 14, 2013 1:04 AM GMT
    Splendidus_1 said
    Roguewave said

    {badass story}


    *Sudden clarity* It was you all along!

    Bwhahahahah
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    Feb 14, 2013 1:32 AM GMT
    Roguewave said
    Splendidus_1 said
    Roguewave said

    {badass story}


    *Sudden clarity* It was you all along!

    Bwhahahahah


    "And, as he looked square into my eyes and with a grin on his face, he positioned himself and barred his weight down upon me for entry."

    I gasped!

    "Stay with me! Stay with me!" he said as his eyes and manhood bore into my body and soul.

    I grabbed onto his lower back and pulled him into me as we merged into each other with a kiss.
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    Feb 14, 2013 1:40 AM GMT
    GAMRican said
    Roguewave said
    Splendidus_1 said
    Roguewave said

    {badass story}


    *Sudden clarity* It was you all along!

    Bwhahahahah


    "And, as he looked square into my eyes and with a grin on his face, he positioned himself and barred his weight down upon me for entry."

    I gasped!

    "Stay with me! Stay with me!" he said as his eyes bore into my soul.


    That's not scary, that's Last Saturday. (Skip me)