You get creeped out you lose

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There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map. It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, which is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase.

The case is filled with unmarked books; bound in ancient leather, save for a single space. If you remove a book from the shelf, it will fling itself open in your hands, and the words inscribed in it shall start screaming to the air. You must wrestle the book closed and shove it back on the shelf, or the immortal evil contained within its pages shall break free, and you will be forced to take its place, with pages, ink and binding crafted from your own flesh and blood.

However, if you bring the correct book to the island, and place it in the empty space, the lighthouse will light. As long as it is lit, the world shall enjoy an unending paradise, for all the evil in the world will be contained in the lighthouse. And while it is lit, nothing can go in or out.

The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light.
 
why should that creep me out? you just made up some weird story.

I'd definitely NOT lock myself in there, BTW. We need some evil in the world.
 
Screw the world im not mucking round in that stupid light house. Theres only so much you can do with screaming books and a spiral staircase
 
I get creeped out on self-motivation and a mind-body connection infection.

For which there is no cure, and this is for sure.

Eating this infection flat ROCKS!

:)

He, he


Chillen
 
Thing to do is bring a rope and a ladder, and use them to hang yourself after you light the tower. You might not be able to die, but you wouldn't be able to get down either. Paradise for all at the cost of one man's eternal torment. Sounds like a good deal to me.

Probably wouldn't be much fun choking forever and never dying, though.
 
When I was fourteen, my mother and father were divorced, and I went to live with my mother and a man she supposedly fell in love with several years ago. We searched for a house for all three of us to live in, and eventually found the perfect house. The house itself was fairly nice and we both fell in love with it instantly. A few months later, after finding out that my dad had Cancer, my mom went, engaged to this man living with us, to the very hospital and stay with my father for about a week, leaving me to tend to myself as I remained in the basement, wasting my time on the computer. It was late, around midnight if I recall correctly, and the man living with us went off to bed, turning off every light in the house, except for the computer room in the basement. During this time we had one dog and one cat. I can't remember exactly where the dog was, but the cat was downstairs with me, doing what cats do, I guess. While typing away on the computer, it occured to me, after several minutes had passed, my cat had been staring at the door, which was left wide open, for a long time. Her ears appeared to be pinned against the back of her head and I finally noticed her faint growling. Thinking that it was the dog, I turned around and called for her, only then to notice something that took me completely by surprise. The stairs that lead to the basement lead to a door, and that door was also wide open. Infront of it, taking the size of a three or four year old, was this ominous being, made of shadow. As chills ran down my spine and fear completely took over my body, I watched this unearthly 'thing', I absorbed any features possible, noting that it had small, beady eyes that were yellow, and this 'thing' had black tendrils on top of it's head, and on the sides of it's body. Whatever this thing was, it reacted quickly and hid by leaping over to the stairs, making it partially visable to my view. Then, I noticed that it leaned over and peeked through the wall that hid it, quickly pulling away as it knew I was still watching. To this very day I don't know how, but I managed to muster up enough courage and quickly ran to the door, slamming and locking it. An hour later, I ran through the whole house, turning on every light possible, except for my mom's bedroom, and I went to bed with the light on. I didn't bother looking for the dog, in fact. To be honest, I have no ****ing clue if that dog was even there. I just went into my room and crawled into bed. Jesus Christ. I don't know how I fell asleep. But I did.

Seriously, whatever the **** that thing was, it was watching me. A week later, after staying the night at my brothers house, I was bored and decided to look this thing up. Oddly enough, what I saw that night matched the description of what most people call a 'Shadow Being'. That scared the living **** out of me, and I knew, without a doubt, that it was not my imagination that created this thing. Ever since, I hated that house. I'm honestly surprised that I still stayed in that house, unfortunately, I didn't have much of a choice. But I never saw the Shadow Being again. Never. Still, I was afraid. That little bitch was around somewhere, I don't know. Around Christmas, which was about three months after, mom and I moved back in with my dad and the man living with us eventually moved away. Everything's fine now, but I still have nightmares of the Shadow Being from time to time. Sometimes, it feels like it's watching me whenever I'm alone. I was never really afraid of the dark until then. Now, I hate looking into the darkness.

The darkness could be looking back at me.
 
LeiYunFat said:
When I was fourteen, my mother and father were divorced, and I went to live with my mother and a man she supposedly fell in love with several years ago. We searched for a house for all three of us to live in, and eventually found the perfect house. The house itself was fairly nice and we both fell in love with it instantly. A few months later, after finding out that my dad had Cancer, my mom went, engaged to this man living with us, to the very hospital and stay with my father for about a week, leaving me to tend to myself as I remained in the basement, wasting my time on the computer. It was late, around midnight if I recall correctly, and the man living with us went off to bed, turning off every light in the house, except for the computer room in the basement. During this time we had one dog and one cat. I can't remember exactly where the dog was, but the cat was downstairs with me, doing what cats do, I guess. While typing away on the computer, it occured to me, after several minutes had passed, my cat had been staring at the door, which was left wide open, for a long time. Her ears appeared to be pinned against the back of her head and I finally noticed her faint growling. Thinking that it was the dog, I turned around and called for her, only then to notice something that took me completely by surprise. The stairs that lead to the basement lead to a door, and that door was also wide open. Infront of it, taking the size of a three or four year old, was this ominous being, made of shadow. As chills ran down my spine and fear completely took over my body, I watched this unearthly 'thing', I absorbed any features possible, noting that it had small, beady eyes that were yellow, and this 'thing' had black tendrils on top of it's head, and on the sides of it's body. Whatever this thing was, it reacted quickly and hid by leaping over to the stairs, making it partially visable to my view. Then, I noticed that it leaned over and peeked through the wall that hid it, quickly pulling away as it knew I was still watching. To this very day I don't know how, but I managed to muster up enough courage and quickly ran to the door, slamming and locking it. An hour later, I ran through the whole house, turning on every light possible, except for my mom's bedroom, and I went to bed with the light on. I didn't bother looking for the dog, in fact. To be honest, I have no ****ing clue if that dog was even there. I just went into my room and crawled into bed. Jesus Christ. I don't know how I fell asleep. But I did.

Seriously, whatever the **** that thing was, it was watching me. A week later, after staying the night at my brothers house, I was bored and decided to look this thing up. Oddly enough, what I saw that night matched the description of what most people call a 'Shadow Being'. That scared the living **** out of me, and I knew, without a doubt, that it was not my imagination that created this thing. Ever since, I hated that house. I'm honestly surprised that I still stayed in that house, unfortunately, I didn't have much of a choice. But I never saw the Shadow Being again. Never. Still, I was afraid. That little bitch was around somewhere, I don't know. Around Christmas, which was about three months after, mom and I moved back in with my dad and the man living with us eventually moved away. Everything's fine now, but I still have nightmares of the Shadow Being from time to time. Sometimes, it feels like it's watching me whenever I'm alone. I was never really afraid of the dark until then. Now, I hate looking into the darkness.

The darkness could be looking back at me.
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This one was alright
 
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