Creepypasta Riddles, revisited
I saw my old thread got some excitement a few months ago, so I thought why not bring it back to life? (hurrdurr)
I'll repost some of the old riddles from a ways back, but hopefully I can bring some originals from other basilers. Once I run out, I'll try to start thinking up some other ones.
Alright, here we go! Can you solve these mysteries...?
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.
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@Whiter Spot on!
Here's an original of mine from the old thread. Don't flinch!
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 moans 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=yoyoyo25971]This isnt Scary per say, but more of a realization kind of thing.
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.[/quote]
Time paradox
She turned her dead baby into a bag~
Happy sleeping everyone, to those who said that he was still in the apartment!
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.
No, the real trick to @SuberKieran 's riddle is that the narrator skipped two meals. That's insanely unhealthy yo.
Um, the door was locked still and there are no windows so I'm guessing the guy is still in there waiting?
@tonywashere Wow, basilers are sharp. Now try solving @SuberKieran for his?
[quote=Gunhearts]@Silvrspeed has pretty much got this. @yoyoyo25971 made me laugh a bit, though. You ought to be a comedian, making me laugh like this!
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]
If he killed himself, who sent the email?
@Silvrspeed has pretty much got this. @yoyoyo25971 made me laugh a bit, though. You ought to be a comedian, making me laugh like this!
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.
I never got time to read through the last page on the old thread, why not put whatever was on that one.
EDIT: Fine, if no one else will do it I will
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.
@Gunhearts
Yeah i just assumed the kids weighed to an adult
I still questioned myself
[quote=Gunhearts]@xICutThroats Even if the girl was a ghost, how do you explain the 9 person limit...?[/quote]
there was like 2 kids on there. they dun count as adults (but then again, if this is in America, they probaly do weigh enough to count as adults)
@xICutThroats Even if the girl was a ghost, how do you explain the 9 person limit...?
@HolyDragon was it a mistake?
4 kids, 5 adults, and the narrator makes 8; assuming kids = half an adult.
@Gunhearts
No chick, already 9 people without you going on.
Everyone who said they were going to die: guess you could say they shouldn't have boarded the [i]late[/i] night express?
. . .
Next! For you mathematicians out there.
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.
No, they are all going to die, in less than 5 minutes.
@Gunhearts 50 year old lady gon die!
@yoyoyo25971 It's just that you're mirroring the same exact thing someone posted on the other thread, which I thought was pretty chuckle-worthy.
@XtraTzu Pretty much got it down. He must be psychic! Quick, tell me when Final Fantasy 21 gets released!
I'd kill to post this next one at the right time. [i]Killlllll.[/i]
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."
I decided to wait until the morning to read this thread.
[quote=Gunhearts]@yoyoyo25971 Oh god, I can't stop laughing; someone reposted this on my old thread too. Don't get me wrong, it's one of the best shorts I've ever read.[/quote]
Then why laugh lol?
@yoyoyo25971 Oh god, I can't stop laughing; someone reposted this on my old thread too. Don't get me wrong, it's one of the best shorts I've ever read.
[quote=Gunhearts]The next installment, which even got me confused when I first read it.
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.[/quote]
Who took the photos.. ?
This isnt Scary per say, but more of a realization kind of thing.
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.
[quote=Gunhearts]Everyone who said the girl could see ghosts, correct! Any feedback or criticism would help a ton for writing more. As for the next one, I personally think it plays off a cliche, so I'm not a big fan of this.
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]
the husband is dead and hes a ghost which is haunting the room next to the washroom?
The next installment, which even got me confused when I first read it.
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.
[quote=Gunhearts]Everyone who said the girl could see ghosts, correct! Any feedback or criticism would help a ton for writing more. As for the next one, I personally think it plays off a cliche, so I'm not a big fan of this.
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]
Whoa, okay that took me awhile but when I figured it out...
I heard a story that was about bathroom too except my cousin just saw a figure of her sister in her party dress on the toilet. While the lights were off..
(It wasn't her sister after all cause as soon as she turned on the lights, she was gone)
@xICutThroats It's sort of the other way around.
How did you get in the bathroom when its locked?
Well, now I know I can study for my AP Bio test. Can't go to sleep now....
Dat hat.
Everyone who said the girl could see ghosts, correct! Any feedback or criticism would help a ton for writing more. As for the next one, I personally think it plays off a cliche, so I'm not a big fan of this.
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.
ohmygosh. this thread is scaring me.
[quote=PashySpirit]http://www.basilmarket.com/forum/2421398[/quote]
Thanks. TS, put this in your original post, that way more ppl can see the previous ones.
[quote=yoyoyo25971]can u gimme a link to tha old thread.[/quote]
http://www.basilmarket.com/forum/2421398
@PashySpirit I'd love to post some new ones, but it'd take a bit of thinking and creativity for a while for some quality ones. I promise to think up some new ones later on!
@Christyxx Hi Christy! You don't even have to worry about being scared since it's what, daylight over there?
This was one of my originals; not as good in my opinion as the others, but at least I thought it up.
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...
[quote=PashySpirit]I remember all these riddles. They're from the old thread... I'd like to see some new ones.[/quote]
can u gimme a link to tha old thread.
I remember all these riddles. They're from the old thread... I'd like to see some new ones.
Link to old thread pls
HI STEVE! -WAVES-
your riddles are so scary ;~; omg.
[quote=Gunhearts]Yep, pretty darn creepy that in so many photos taken in succession, there'd be a doll randomly appearing in them. Heck, I'd get the heck outta there if I thought it over and burn those things. As for this one, it's not so much creepy as it is mindblowing.
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]
> Final Fantasy 1
> [b]1.[/b]
@famousreign @silvrspeed He said "1." How else would he have known they were gonna release more Final Fantasy games?
@xICutThroats Yep, pretty darn creepy that in so many photos taken in succession, there'd be a doll randomly appearing in them. Heck, I'd get the heck outta there if I thought it over and burn those things. As for this one, it's not so much creepy as it is mindblowing.
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.
@Gunhearts: No reflection. How else would he take a picture and NOT be in it?
Edit:A ghost put it up after the 2nd photo?
@xtratzu I never really liked how this riddle was worded, I guess. And you're spot on. This next one creeped me out the first time I read it. Maybe it's because old Japanese dolls are creepy? I suggest not Googling them if you wanna sleep well tonight.
So I was bored, and I decided to take some ghost photos in an abandoned building near me. There was a room on the top floor that looked pretty haunted to me, so I set the camera in the middle and took three photos, one right after another. I left the building after that, and I didn't see any ghosts or anything.
I got the photos developed the next day, and I shivered when I saw them. Two of them had nothing unusual, but one of them had this creepy looking Japanese doll, sitting in the window and smiling at me. I sure as hell hadn't seen any dolls when I was there.
I got pretty freaked out, so I went back to the building next day when it was light, this time with a couple friends and ready to run the hell towards the exit if we saw anything. We got to the top floor, and I sighed in relief. It wasn't a ghost or anything at all. It was just a real old Japanese doll, that one of the previous owners had placed on the windowsill.
Aww, and for a second I thought I had a real ghost picture on my hands.
[quote=xICutThroats]@Gunhearts
The good friend was a ghost or something[/quote]
I guess that's... sort of right? Unless you can explain the reasoning on how you thought so?
@Gunhearts: I guess I won't ruin this one, and I'd contribute, but it's late and I need my sleep.
@Gunhearts
The good friend was a ghost or something
@SuberKieran I'm guessing you've seen my old thread before; like I said, I'm reposting it until people can come up with their own stories, and for people who are reading these for the first time. And yep, that's the correct answer. Another for the night:
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 cops kept finding them within a night, and after 5 murders they didn't believe you'd be dumb enough to do it again.