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 Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 9:19 pm
Listen, my children, and you shall hear Silly stories about her silly fears whee I felt like starting this thread because of this..... **points below** jkub Eyes of Opal And you know how easily scared I am what was that story about that one bus driver you thought was gonna murder you? she took the bus somewhere creepy and you were so freaked out... ....and I didn't know where it would be appropriate to tell that story, so here is my new thread. Post in it, should you wish to do so 3nodding . However, if you are annoyed by my annoying self....then don't read this thread, OK? By the way....stories are told by how I remember them, so details will most likely be exaggerated, k? redface I will tell the bus story next time....I'm tired and have been on Gaia long enough already.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 6:38 am
Can't wait to hear ... but right now, gotta head to class.
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 11:42 am
blaugh Hurray Hurray ::anime style:: Hurray Hurray!
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 5:50 pm
......wait a sec, back up. you thought your bus driver was going to kill you? That's so lame! hahahaha!
....hah...ha...h....
......i just realized i'm not really one to talk, huh?
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 10:43 pm
**pinches sai_sel's arm** Shuddup! Humph! **pouts and crosses arms**
Anyways...bus driver killer story whee .
For a while, my bus route was driven by a woman, blonde hair, slim, generally a sunny person. She was on time just about day and we were lucky enough to have one of the bigger, nicer, cleaner buses. Then one day, it all changed.
It was the first quarter of school. Summer was fading into fall. The days were nice and crisp, a bit windy, but nice 3nodding . The mornings, however, were getting chillier every day sad . One day, Monday, I believe, the others at my bus stop and I were waiting, fidgeting to get warm and waiting for the bus.....but it wasn't on time that day. We waited and joked around that if it was 20 minutes late, we could miss school altogether. Then, just before it clocked 20 minutes late, a old, raggedy bus is huffing towards our stop. We were like "What the hell? That better be the middle school bus and not ours." But, alas, it was ours. crying
The sliding door of the bus opens. It wasn't only our bus that was different. The bus driver was different as well. He was a dour man, a scowl already worn into his face. He had brown skin and even darker hair. He wore a big, puffy, brown jacket and was leaning over the oversized steering wheel. He barked at us to hurry up and get on the bus. Just about everything about him was the opposite of our usual bus driver. We took our seats and glanced at one another. The usual chattering and joking were replaced with soft whisperings about how weird this all felt.
He drove following the usual route until he picked up most of us.....but then, at one of the stoplights, he went the total opposite direction....into Manassas. Why Manassas? He's takins us somewhere far away, isn't he? ninja Several of us complained, telling him he was going the wrong way. He ignored us all with more scowling. Minutes crawled by and, just like out of a scary movie, the sky grew darker. The clouds were moving and covering up the sun. The air grew colder. Oh my God, he's gonna kill us! I started to think. He's gonna drive us away and kill each of us! eek
However, he drove us into a neighborhood and picked up a few more people. Apparently, he forgot to pick them up rolleyes . Then he turns the bus around and heads toward Centreville. Strangely enough, he goes onto Compton Road, instead of Route 28 and Braddack Road, you know, where we would be seen....by other people. eek (If you don't know Compton Road, it's like this: It's cramped. It's hilly. It's surrounded by trees. You can barely see around the curve. Just an overall scary road to drive on, especially in the dark.)
We grow anxious. Some guy is talking about a movie where some terrorists steal a school-bus and holds the kids ransom and they take the bus to a construction site and slowly fill the bus with dirt by the hour until their demands are met. I saw that movie too! eek He looks like a terrorist, right? We really are gonna die! A girl I am sitting by is just as edgy as I am. She starts freaking and takes out her cell phone, but doesn't know the school's phone number. She asks around and I tell her I have it in my backpack. I search through my bag and find my assignment notebook. I feel someone watching me and I look up. For a second, I think I saw him looking up at us from his rear-view mirror, his beady, black eyes suspicious of us. Oh my God, he really is gonna kill us! eek
I slip the girl my notebook with the phone numbers. Her cell phone has no reception! eek Crap! Neither does the girl behind her....or the guy a few rows from us! gonk Oh my God, he's gonna kill us! crying
The bus slows down. The sky is still getting darker. He is turning into a driveway....but we all know it doesn't lead to school. Oh my God, he really IS gonna kill us! gonk The trees enclose all around us.
And then he backs out of this driveway. Geez, does he know what the hell he is doing?!
We are back on Compton. He goes towards school again and then as we near St. Andrew's church, he slows the bus down....slower.....and then drives into the church's driveway. "Why are we going to the church?" "I dunno....maybe to let us have our last prayers?" Oh....my....God....he really is gonna kill us, isn't he? ISN"T HE?!?! gonk
No....not yet. He drives out from the church and back on the route towards school. Where the hell is he gonna take us? What is he doing? We are all still whispering about what's happening. Most are just thinking he is just a moronic new bus driver. Some are starting to think this is too suspicious and something is wrong. And a few, like me, are psychotically paranoid and thinking Oh my God, he is gonna kill us!
Then we FINALLY arrive at school.....I forget how late.....something around 45 minutes. I guess he wasn't out to kill us after all redface . Well, at least we missed some class, right? whee heart But I was not amused to find out later that he was gonna be our usual bus driver from now on. stare Once your first impression of someone is "terrorist-killer bus driver," it's kinda hard to get past that. sweatdrop
Anyways.....that was a bit long. Oops redface . Hope that didn't suck too much sweatdrop (I think it is better told in person). I think the next story will be about the killer porcelain dolls xd .
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 12:31 pm
*Breaks down laughing, falls out of chair, and impales head on an inconveniently placed CD stack*
....Ow. crying
Ellen's story can now be charged with assault and battery. My head hurts.
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...Ow. crying
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 6:35 pm
Oh my goodness how many times have I heard that story? And it is STILL HALLARIOUS! Girl you have some imagination!
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2004 9:29 pm
**hands -RedSkie- an icepack*** Might wanna get that stitched up 3nodding . (Don't charge me or my story with assault and battery! gonk )
Yay, I am loved. whee
I'll have the killer doll story up another time. It takes me a while to type anything up. sweatdrop
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 5:56 am
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 12:33 pm
see I know all these stories and yet STILL AMUSED!
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 12:44 pm
Yes yes Ellen. I won't charge anything. *Icepack+Head=Relief*
I await this doll story. Sounds quite funny. xd
...In another question, WHEN'D MOTLEY CREW BECOME CLASSIC ROCK?! GAH! *Cry*
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Posted: Wed Oct 06, 2004 11:18 pm
Killer Doll Story eek
Why I Don't Like Ventriloquist Or Porcelain Dolls
1) Because of all those scary movies and books....such as Chucky, those Goosebumps books.....you get the idea. Besides, those dolls are scaring looking anyways.
2) My brother and my cousins were horrible to me when I was younger! They would scare me at every chance they get (sounds like some people I know now stare ) and play jokes on me too gonk . This was one of the more tramatizing ones, and it has scarred me even to this day: For my birthday one year, an uncle bought me a doll. It was actually very pretty. It was small and it had a soft body. The hands, feet and head were plastic and pretty detailed. It was one of those dolls that would close its eyes when it was laid on its back. And I also remember it had a nice smell to it. I liked the doll a lot. This was before my doll-fearing stage. Anyways.....my brother felt like being mean one day. I don't remember how old we were but we both had to be in elementary school. It was getting dark and we were heading off to bed. The li'l brat knew that my doll's eyelashes moves. He took it and laid it on the air-conditioning vent in my room that was on the floor (so that the air coming out of it would move the eyelashes and eyeball up and down). We went to bed, turned off the lights, the usual. Then, in the middle of the night, I woke because I had to use the bathroom. However....there it was....in the pale strips moonlight coming in through my blinds, no less.....the doll.....blinking, its glassy blue eyes shining in the moonlight eek . I froze. How did it get there? Why is it looking at me like that? I heard some evil cackling but that was probably all in my head. I pulled my blanket up to my chin. I was afraid to get off my bed and run to the bathroom in fear of the doll getting up and chasing me and attacking me crying . I sat there, heart pounding, pulse beating in my eardrums.....until I couldn't hold it in anymore. I ran as fast as I damn well could past the evil, evil doll, used the restroom and rocked myself to an uneasy, disturbed sleep in the living room. Oh....such horrible childhood memories crying .
3) Later on.....my mother goes to a crafts fair or something like that in the rural areas of Maryland. Among the things she comes back with, she has a porcelain doll. Blue eyed, curly blonde hair. Simple green dress. She gives it to me expecting me to be so excited about a new doll. I wasn't, to say the least stare . I took it anyways to avoid hurting my mom's feelings and hid it in my closet.....far, far into the depths of my closet. Time passes. One day, I come home from school, open the door to my bedroom, and the first thing I see is that wicked thing with those wicked eyes looking right at me, its wicked little smile taunting me of its wicked thoughts inside its wicked, blonde head. And yet again.....How did it get there? Did it just climb out from the closet and is going to wreak revenge on me for putting it there? My mom comes from behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder. "I was looking through your cloest and found this. Pretty dolls like this aren't supposed to be hidden away. They need to be played with and looked at. 3nodding " and walks away. Making sure she is gone, I take down the wicked thing from its stand and hide it again. My mom probably assumed I played with it and lost it somewhere in the house. Yet again, time passes. I come home and find it again at the same place on the desk in my bedroom. My heart skips a beat. It dug itself out and is really gonna get me this time eek !(Being the age I was at, I wasn't thinking rationally....or at least that's what I tell myself sweatdrop .) Someone calls me from the kitchen and I look away to answer back. I look back at the desk and the doll isn't there. OH MY GOD, IT'S RUNNING TO GET ME! eek I ran like hell to the living room. Once there, I calmed down and got the nerve to go back to my room. I peered around my door and slowly tip-toe closer to the desk, breathing shallowly the whole time as to not alert the wicked doll of my presence. I looked on the floor and what happened was that the doll had simply fallen off its stand and onto the floor sweatdrop . However, it was still one scary experience!!!
OK, that is as good as I can make these stories right now. Hope they weren't too boring. And yeah, I exaggerated some things but they did happen.
heart , Ellen
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 3:53 pm
haha! I've heard them both before .... *thinks* .......... yeah, I have ;;;
But knowing myself, I dislike dolls too ....... they're freaky as hell. @_@;;;
There's gonna be another Chucky movie comin' out .... him and his wife .... and a small addition to the family stressed
crying I'm scared now....
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 6:05 pm
after hearing both stories for the umpteenth time, I still find them funny... will they ever get old?
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2004 7:25 pm
Sorry. I didn't realize I told them that many times. That must be annoying sweatdrop .
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