Puzzling Creepypasta Stories
I'm sure you've all heard your fill with scary stories told online, and in real life. I'd like to propose something new: creepypastas that are freaky once you understand them! I have a bunch in stock, but I'm hoping you guys will get it rolling with more and more original stories once you understand it. I'll start off with a few I got from 2ch.
I was in a station, sitting on a bench and waiting for the train to come.
Presently, a lady holding a baby to her breast sat down next to me.
Well I'm fond of children and I couldn't help but stare at the sweet-looking baby.
The lady noticed this and she started chatting to me in a friendly manner.
'This isn't actually a baby, you know. It's a bag.'
As she said so, she turned over the baby's clothes and showed me a zipper on the belly.
Now that she said it, I noticed that the baby's eyes appeared to be made of glass too.
'Wow, it looks very realistic."'
'Yes, I know. It takes a lot of work to make it. Time-consuming, too. But it doesn't bother me, because I love recycling things,' she replied with a smile.
Just then the train pulled up. She stood up and got on the train.
I was going to catch the same train but I couldn't bring myself to move.
So I sat there rigid and stared after the train until it disappeared into the distance.
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More stories please
@Gunhearts here's another interesting one
You were on your way home when you died.
It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The EMTs tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off, trust me.
And that's when you met me.
"What... what happened?" You asked. "Where am I?"
"You died," I said, matter-of-factly. No point in mincing words.
"There was a... a truck and it was skidding..."
"Yup," I said.
"I... I died?"
"Yup. But don't feel bad about it. Everyone dies," I said.
You looked around. There was nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this the afterlife?"
"More or less," I said.
"Are you god?" You asked.
"Yup," I replied. "I'm God."
"My kids... my wife," you said.
"What about them?"
"Will they be all right?"
"That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is for your family. That's good stuff right there."
You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Or possibly a woman. Some vague authority figure, maybe. More of a grammar school teacher than the almighty.
"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. You wife will cry on the outside, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart. If it's any consolation, she'll feel very guilty for feeling relieved."
"Oh," you said. "So what happens now? Do I go to heaven or hell or something?"
"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."
"Ah," you said. "So the Hindus were right,"
"All religions are right in their own way," I said. "Walk with me."
You followed along as we strode through the void. "Where are we going?"
"Nowhere in particular," I said. "It's just nice to walk while we talk."
"So what's the point, then?" You asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter."
"Not so!" I said. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences of all your past lives. You just don't remember them right now."
I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is more magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic than you can possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fraction of what you are. It's like sticking your finger in a glass of water to see if it's hot or cold. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had.
"You've been in a human for the last 48 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense consciousness. If we hung out here for long enough, you'd start remembering everything. But there's no point to doing that between each life."
"How many times have I been reincarnated, then?"
"Oh lots. Lots and lots. An in to lots of different lives." I said. "This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 AD."
"Wait, what?" You stammered. "You're sending me back in time?"
"Well, I guess technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from."
"Where you come from?" You said.
"Oh sure," I explained "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there, but honestly you wouldn't understand."
"Oh," you said, a little let down. "But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, I could have interacted with myself at some point."
"Sure. Happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own lifespan you don't even know it's happening."
"So what's the point of it all?"
"Seriously?" I asked. "Seriously? You're asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?"
"Well it's a reasonable question," you persisted.
I looked you in the eye. "The meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature."
"You mean mankind? You want us to mature?"
"No, just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature and become a larger and greater intellect."
"Just me? What about everyone else?"
"There is no one else," I said. "In this universe, there's just you and me."
You stared blankly at me. "But all the people on earth..."
"All you. Different incarnations of you."
"Wait. I'm everyone?"
"Now you're getting it," I said, with a congratulatory slap on the back.
"I'm every human being who ever lived?"
"Or who will ever live, yes."
"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"
"And you're John Wilkes Booth, too," I added.
"I'm Hitler?" You said, appalled.
"And you're the millions he killed."
"I'm Jesus?"
"And you're everyone who followed him."
You fell silent.
"Every time you victimized someone," I said, "you were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you."
You thought for a long time.
"Why?" You asked me. "Why do all this?"
"Because someday, you will become like me. Because that's what you are. You're one of my kind. You're my child."
"Whoa," you said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?"
"No. Not yet. You're a fetus. You're still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will have grown enough to be born."
"So the whole universe," you said, "it's just..."
"An egg." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move on to your next life."
And I sent you on your way.
Yep yep, people who said "who sent the video?". I'd hate to get ANYTHING as a chain letter! As for the next one, I'm too lazy to check for reposts, so I'm sorry if it is one.
It's been a crappy day. I woke up late, I skipped breakfast, and I think I forgot to lock the door, too. And to make matters worse, my boss yelled at me again today. All the girls in the office hate him. The bald bastard. "I wonder if he's that guy who keeps stalking me?" I say to myself as I go home.
Home, of course, is a cheap-ass apartment with a living kitchen and a seperate bedroom, and not even a window facing outside. Not that I care. It's cheap. I unlock the door and go inside.
The place is trashed. Somebody must've broken this morning... Crap. I'm tired. I'll just call the police tomorrow.
I decide to just skip dinner and head for the bedroom.
Well guys Think about it says "From a buddy , and it shows him Blahblahblahblahblah"
If it shows "Him" than that means the buddy is a ghost sending his friend about how he died
[quote=Gunhearts]Yep to everyone who said "where's the guy?" @PashySpirit, yeah I figured after I posted it, lul. Here's a short one.
One day I got an email from a buddy with a video file attached. In the video, he rigs a noose from the ceiling, climbs a chair, sticks his head in it and kicks the chair out. Then the movie ends.[/quote]
Someone else had to be recording the video, and that person also sent him the video of his friend hanging himself.
Yep to everyone who said "where's the guy?" @PashySpirit, yeah I figured after I posted it, lul. Here's a short one.
One day I got an email from a buddy with a video file attached. In the video, he rigs a noose from the ceiling, climbs a chair, sticks his head in it and kicks the chair out. Then the movie ends.
[quote=Aakashinator]Does that mean that the person who took the photo was invisible or a ghost, because how can you take a shot of the mirror, and have the reflection not show the person taking the picture.[/quote]
I'm guessing this as well, but if that's the right answer.... there's a flaw in the story. The camera should still show up in the reflection unless it's a tiny hidden camera.
[quote=Gunhearts]Per request, I'll post another one. The answer was: the girl's body was on top of the elevator. You mathematicians can figure this out (given a child = 1/2 weight of an adult) Next, this one is extra-creepy. I hope you're not reading this at night; I sure regretted it.
Two years ago, a good friend of mine was riding his motorcycle, and he crashed into a tree and died. It was really sudden.
The day after the funeral, five of us went to his place and sorted through his stuff. The guy loved taking pictures, and he had tons of photos of the canpus, the local parts, landscapes, that sort of thing. There was one that was kind of weird, though. It was a photo of his bathroom mirror. Just a straight on-shot of a full body mirror, reflecting back on an empty bathroom. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it, but it did feel strange. Is it because maybe you don't see that many photos of mirrors?[/quote]
Does that mean that the person who took the photo was invisible or a ghost, because how can you take a shot of the mirror, and have the reflection not show the person taking the picture.
Per request, I'll post another one. The answer was: the girl's body was on top of the elevator. You mathematicians can figure this out (given a child = 1/2 weight of an adult) Next, this one is extra-creepy. I hope you're not reading this at night; I sure regretted it.
Two years ago, a good friend of mine was riding his motorcycle, and he crashed into a tree and died. It was really sudden.
The day after the funeral, five of us went to his place and sorted through his stuff. The guy loved taking pictures, and he had tons of photos of the canpus, the local parts, landscapes, that sort of thing. There was one that was kind of weird, though. It was a photo of his bathroom mirror. Just a straight on-shot of a full body mirror, reflecting back on an empty bathroom. There was nothing out of the ordinary about it, but it did feel strange. Is it because maybe you don't see that many photos of mirrors?
The doors are closed... but she is still smiling back at the narrator?
Edit: misread the sentence... please ignore my post
She still had some weight before the guy left the elevator for her,so that must mean she died on the elevator?
She is in the room with him?
Yes, yes; but that's not the most shocking part; can you solve the mystery?
The girl was a ghost.
For all those who said he was trapped in a box, you're right! I've heard of scams where they box you in, but this takes the cake. Now then, I wonder how witty you guys will be with this...
I hate being in crowds when it's hot. Freaking hate it. I'm exhausted from work, and then I have to ride the damn rush hour train home. I stagger back to my apartment building, and I go inside and wait for the elevator. There's another goddamn crowd here. An old woman and her husband, two kids in elementary school, a college student, a businessman in a suit, and a mom with a kid on her back and another holding her hand.
We all get inside, and just as the doors are about to close this cute girl in a white dress slips past them. The weight buzzer goes off. Well, that makes sense. This thing's got a limit of 9 adults. She looks embarrassed and tries to get off, but I smile and step out of the elevator. As the doors close she's smiling back at me. Very cute. I honestly just didn't want to be stuck on a full elevator, but still, totally worth it. I take the next elevator up and go back to my place. The TV's on, and the news is talking about some chick that's gone missing.
He's in a giant box or the money he gave him IS the prize money?
He was put inside the box and left to die? Since he could see the prize money right in front of him, I'd guess he was put inside the box with the prize money
The person is crazy and the old man is actually a box?
[quote=Aakashinator]Since he has the ability to tell how long each of them is going to live, he knew each of their ages because something was going to happen to the train and they would all die in the next 5 minutes.[/quote]
And they say that future telling... is... Yeah, I don't know. Next.
An old man says to me, "Wanna play a game?
Here's the rules. I've got a bunch of boxes, and inside one of them is the prize money. The boxes are big and strong, too heavy to ever open with your hands, but there are axes and welding torches and all kinds of things around them, and you can take as much time as you want. When you find the money it's yours."
Well, I don't see any way I can lose then. Worst case, I spend a night opening boxes.
"By the way, there are a ton of boxes, but if you give me 50$ I'll start you right next to the prize money."
Even better! I take out my wallet and give the old guy 50$.
The game starts.
The prize money is right in front of my eyes.
(Oh, and I've gotten enough replies to state now that, no, the horrifying part isn't that the man swindled him. Well, it is pretty horrifying, but it's not the "HOLY ^@%" realization part.)
This is a great thread. I can read it at night when I'm bored, WITHOUT BEING SCARED.
[quote=Gunhearts]I'm not going to promote any screamers or anything related to them in this thread, since that's not what I'm going for. Due to some circumstances, the last post WON'T be the last post for the night! Enjoy! Oh, and all of you who said it was the mother, nice one! Nothing like a mother cleaning up her son's messes until the very end, no?
It's five minutes to midnight, and I'm on an express train on the outskirts of Tokyo. It's just me and a few other people, and then this one guy gets on. When he gets in, he looks around and suddenly has this terrified expression on his face as the doors close behind him.
He walks up to a woman, "Excuse me ma'am. Are you 28?"
"That's exactly right," the woman says. "How could you tell?"
He ignores her and turns to the man next to me, "And you, you're 45?"
"Why yes, that's right."
He looks to me, "And you're 35."
"That's correct. But how do you know?"
"And you miss, you're 50?"
"Yes, that's right. But I'll be turning 51 tomorrow, in five minutes."
When she says this the man goes white as a sheet.
"I have a special power: I can see how long each of you is going to live."[/quote]
Since he has the ability to tell how long each of them is going to live, he knew each of their ages because something was going to happen to the train and they would all die in the next 5 minutes.
[quote=XtraTZu]She was put in an orphanage cuz there family was scared of her.[/quote]
They died in a car crash after they dropped her off at school.
I'm not going to promote any screamers or anything related to them in this thread, since that's not what I'm going for. Due to some circumstances, the last post WON'T be the last post for the night! Enjoy! Oh, and all of you who said it was the mother, nice one! Nothing like a mother cleaning up her son's messes until the very end, no?
It's five minutes to midnight, and I'm on an express train on the outskirts of Tokyo. It's just me and a few other people, and then this one guy gets on. When he gets in, he looks around and suddenly has this terrified expression on his face as the doors close behind him.
He walks up to a woman, "Excuse me ma'am. Are you 28?"
"That's exactly right," the woman says. "How could you tell?"
He ignores her and turns to the man next to me, "And you, you're 45?"
"Why yes, that's right."
He looks to me, "And you're 35."
"That's correct. But how do you know?"
"And you miss, you're 50?"
"Yes, that's right. But I'll be turning 51 tomorrow, in five minutes."
When she says this the man goes white as a sheet.
"I have a special power: I can see how long each of you is going to live."
[quote=XtraTZu]K well since shes your daughter, im assuming your imaginaryself got a lady pregnant when he was 7 and had the child. Maybe the girl wasnt accepted and became super clingy to her daddy and killed anyone who got in the process. But you said she killed your daddy...you might have had an alter ego olderself take care of her while u were busy and she hated him.
ORRRR. it was one big typo with daughter and sister. But yeah, she would seem supsicious[/quote]
I saw her at the orphanage years ago, I visited her everyday because she didn't have any friends, so I decided to adopt her when I became 18.
[quote=XtraTZu]Well, she must be taking her time with removing 2 bodies, and i dont get what you meant by you being 22, looking like your 16, your daughter looks younger than you by 1 year but shes 7, but your 22 and look like your 16....right?[/quote]
Sorry, I didn't make myself clear, our real age difference is 7, she is 15, totally my fault, once again, I am sorry man.
[quote=XtraTZu]"I just turned 22 two days ago, but I still look like a 16 year old girl, so people think that she is only one year younger than me, not 7."
Lost track over here. Are you criticizing my first post or watttttt[/quote]
No, I am just thinking that "would it be my daughter who would hide the bodies if I was in this same scenario?"
@XtraTzu: I think you're right. The mother was hiding the bodies for her son all along.
@Jagai123456: What are you saying?
[quote=XtraTZu]What?[/quote]
My daughter is insane, she stalks me, barely lets me leave the house, and when I do, if she's with me, she acts like my girlfriend because I just turned 22 two days ago, but I still look like a 16 year old girl, so people think that she is only one year younger than me, not 7.
[quote=XtraTZu]The mother was the one who always loved you and hid the bodies for you?[/quote]
My mother and father are dead, I am stuck with my daughter who is going freaking insane, I am called every 5 minutes and stalked constantly by my daughter, she usually keeps me inside the house as much as possible.
Would she be the one hiding the bodies?
[quote=Extreme360]My turn! [url=http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=350217&no=20&weekday=tue]*Ahem*[/url]
It's just a comic, but then you scroll down and "understand".[/quote]
lol this is stupid its not even scary
i love these threads
@SupraX Dang, you're on a roll. This'll be the last one for the night, so I hope you'll fare well.
One day, when I was little, my sister's crying was bugging me so I killed her and threw her in a well.
The next day the body was gone.
Five years later, I got in a fight with a friend over something stupid, and I killed him too. I threw his body in the well, and the next day, it was gone.
Ten years later, I accidentally got a chick pregnant when we were drunk. I killed her and threw her body in the well, and the next day it was gone.
Fifteen years later, I had this boss who was an ass. I killed him and threw him in the well. The next day his body was gone.
Twenty years later, my mom was getting old and she needed to be put in a home. I didn't want to pay the money, so I killed her and threw her body in the well.
The next day, it was still there.
@GunHearts: Him and/or his friend murdered the people in the house and were hoping to get ghost pictures after. They/he planned to murder the people in the next house.
@SupraX Correct! Here's the next one. This might require a bit of thinking.
A buddy of mine and I were talking,
and somebody said we should go take some ghost photos, so we went to this old house on a mountain road where there'd been a murder.
We went late at night, and then we went from the front hall to the living room, to the bath, the toilet, the kitchen, the father's study, then up to the second floor, and then the children's rooms and parents room, then back downstairs to the first floor. Then we each took a photo of us with the house behind us.
Then the next day, we looked at the photos and we were surprised.
There was nothing.
I mean, we were in the photos. Just there weren't any ghosts or anything.
"Isn't that weird?"
"Maybe they like, went to heaven, or something?"
"Yeah maybe. We can't take any more ghost photos, then. That was a waste of time."
"Not really. I saw a house that was pretty far from the rest. We can go their next."
"Seriously? It empty?"
"'course not. There were people there. Let's go tonight."
"Okay, got it. I'll get ready."
I can't wait. This'll be a lot of fun.
@Gunhearts: The kid killed the dad when he was younger. Those "old wounds that never heal" are actual physical wounds. The dad and dog are taxidermized or waxed. The kid visits cause he's a psycho.
The dad is dead
*something witty* This one is pretty easy, I kinda expected more from 2chan.
Today, I visited my dad. I never really liked him, since we got into a huge fight when I was young, and I never made amends.
But we've always made it a tradition that I'd see him today each and every year to at least TRY and make up, and today's no different. He usually doesn't answer the doorbell for me, so I let myself in. The dog is sleeping as usual, but I don't mind; I never got along with him as a kid. Ugh, dad never cleans the house anymore. You'd think he'd have more cleanliness, but nowadays he just sits on the couch watching whatever's on. I guess he doesn't care anymore?
When it's time for dinner, I cook some food up and wait for him, but he's a no show. My dad never really liked to eat with me, so I come up to them to call him. As usual, he's still in front of the TV, ignoring me. You'd think after all these years he'd change, but I guess those old wounds never healed quite right after that fight. I guess I'll try again next year...
[quote=Gunhearts]Basically. I'm running out of witty one liners to say... so here's another one. This one is pretty graphic, so read with caution.
My roommate is so damn annoying. Each week, late at night, he brings to his room a different girl, and I have to put up the damn screams and noises that happen in there. He even invited me to join in once, but his room is so rancid that I have no idea how he manages to get some every week. I guess he's that smooth?
Anyway, this week's no different. I was up late watching the news when he brought home a girl. Looks like she was drunk, she could barely stand.
He takes her to his room, while I hear the usual screaming and yelling while he closes the door. A little less than an hour, he exits, dissappointed.
"How was it, man?"
"Crappy. She was finished before I was done."
Well, at least I don't have to put up with much of the noises tonight.[/quote]
He drugs the girls, and then tortures them until they die? That's probably why he said that she finished before he was done (torturing her.) Also that's why the room smells too.
[quote=Didamachaaan]Um... Something locked the door?[/quote]
Basically. I'm running out of witty one liners to say... so here's another one. This one is pretty graphic, so read with caution.
My roommate is so damn annoying. Each week, late at night, he brings to his room a different girl, and I have to put up the damn screams and noises that happen in there. He even invited me to join in once, but his room is so rancid that I have no idea how he manages to get some every week. I guess he's that smooth?
Anyway, this week's no different. I was up late watching the news when he brought home a girl. Looks like she was drunk, she could barely stand.
He takes her to his room, while I hear the usual screaming and yelling while he closes the door. A little less than an hour, he exits, dissappointed.
"How was it, man?"
"Crappy. She was finished before I was done."
Well, at least I don't have to put up with much of the noises tonight.
[quote=Gunhearts]Wow, someone actually revived this thread from the dead! And yep, that's the right answer. I'll put up another, I guess.
I always thought something was up with the upstairs bathroom, so I've avoided as much as possible. Maybe it's because of the copious amounts of scary stories I've heard about them, but they've always been unsettling to me. My wife uses it as she likes, thinking I'm paranoid, but I know something is up.
Last night she almost scared me to death, though. I woke up in the middle of the night to the lights on in the bathroom. I opened the door and cautiously entered, expecting some deformed version of her to pop out, or some shadow creatures to spirit me away. But, anticlimactically, nothing happens. I guess she was right. I turn off the lights, unlock the door and leave.
Sure enough, when I asked her about it this morning, she apologized about the lights. I guess she's right about my paranoia.[/quote]
So did his wife leave the lights on after she left? Also why did he lock the door when he entered, because it says he unlocked the door when he left.
Wow, someone actually revived this thread from the dead! And yep, that's the right answer. I'll put up another, I guess.
I always thought something was up with the upstairs bathroom, so I've avoided as much as possible. Maybe it's because of the copious amounts of scary stories I've heard about them, but they've always been unsettling to me. My wife uses it as she likes, thinking I'm paranoid, but I know something is up.
Last night she almost scared me to death, though. I woke up in the middle of the night to the lights on in the bathroom. I opened the door and cautiously entered, expecting some deformed version of her to pop out, or some shadow creatures to spirit me away. But, anticlimactically, nothing happens. I guess she was right. I turn off the lights, unlock the door and leave.
Sure enough, when I asked her about it this morning, she apologized about the lights. I guess she's right about my paranoia.
I'd hate to leave you guys stuck on these for too long, so the answer was: he said Final Fantasy [b]1[/b] (how did he know there'd be more to the series at the time?) Anyway, enjoy.
You can say I'm a social reject, the introvert of my apartment. I haven't left my place for over 3 years since I've lost most of my will to do anything. Every day, I hope for some type of change, hoping that it'll turn out better than yesterday, but nope, nothing ever happens. I even try to avoid my reflection to not look into the dissapointed, lifeless gaze that I pass myself.
If there's one thing that keeps me here from leaving, it's the friendly next-door kid who sometimes comes over to play once in a while. Uh-oh, today looks like her parents here early, though, so I tell her to leave. Outside, I hear their conversation.
"Where were you, Hayami?"
"I was playing with the funny man next door."
"We told you it's not good to make up lies. Come with us right now."
Sigh. Such strict parents. I guess I'll just wait until tomorrow...
He sleeps in class, so im guessing the future comes to him in dreams. Either that or playing video games allows him to see the future somehow.
Whoops, did I say riddle? My mistake on that. And it's pretty obvious he wasn't joking; the trick is to figure out [b]how[/b].
Are you implying that the riddle is too hard, or not hard enough?
Nope. If you'd like a hint... well, the hint should be pretty obvious if you're sharp enough.
[quote=Gunhearts]@Wafflecapter These aren't mine. Most of them are stories I've picked off from 2ch. Unless I say otherwise, just assume that any stories I post are NOT mine.
Everyone who said that the doll appeared on the third pictures, correct! I never really liked dolls in the first place, so that creeped me out a bit. Next one isn't as scary, more as a bit on the fun side.
When I was a kid, I had a friend who I'd always walk home with, and on the way home we'd always talk.
"Hey, we've got finals next week, right? You wanna come study with me?"
"Nah, tomorrow's the release date for Final Fantasy 1, so I'm gonna skip school and buy it."
"Dude, you do nothing but play video games all night, and you sleep in class, and you still always get As. How does that work?"
"Actually, I can see the future. I know what'll be on the tests so I can tell the answers."
"Wow, that's amazing! You should go bet on horses and make like a million bucks!"
"Dude, calm down. It's a joke."
Sure enough, the next day he skipped class, and he still got straight As on his finals next week. Looking back, I should've known.[/quote]
He skipped class to buy it because the finals aren't until next week, so he studied his noodles off the following days, and the other guy didn't get Final Fantasy nor did he get straight A's...
@Wafflecapter These aren't mine. Most of them are stories I've picked off from 2ch. Unless I say otherwise, just assume that any stories I post are NOT mine.
Everyone who said that the doll appeared on the third pictures, correct! I never really liked dolls in the first place, so that creeped me out a bit. Next one isn't as scary, more as a bit on the fun side.
When I was a kid, I had a friend who I'd always walk home with, and on the way home we'd always talk.
"Hey, we've got finals next week, right? You wanna come study with me?"
"Nah, tomorrow's the release date for Final Fantasy 1, so I'm gonna skip school and buy it."
"Dude, you do nothing but play video games all night, and you sleep in class, and you still always get As. How does that work?"
"Actually, I can see the future. I know what'll be on the tests so I can tell the answers."
"Wow, that's amazing! You should go bet on horses and make like a million bucks!"
"Dude, calm down. It's a joke."
Sure enough, the next day he skipped class, and he still got straight As on his finals next week. Looking back, I should've known.
Ghost doll is stupid but the train on is kinda funny lols. The woman has a great idea of what we should do with dead humans.
[quote=elloimalex]Can someone explain the train part to me? Why couldn't he get on the train?[/quote]
He probably got freaked out at what the women said about the baby. IE, "very time consuming" maybe as in it takes 9 months for a women to nurture and give birth to one. And the "recycle" part, which meant the baby had died and she made him/her into a bag.