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jibbpeter
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1)No b͠lo̕o̵d͏, gore or nudity.

2)Stories must be posted with l̢i̸͏͞n͢k to the original post if it's not your o͓͓w̺̳̖̞̞̮ͅn͕ work.

So let's try to keep this c̷͏̴̡͇̮̭̼͈͎͔͔̲̼̻R̸̸̢̛̮͔͕̘̦͍̘̠̭̕T̴̨̧̖̻̘̥̲̰̹͈͈̫̺̘̮͟H̶̸̡̛̟͇͕͔̣̲̫̤̘̠͖̺̺͇̰̠̠ͅF̨͓̞͍̣̘͍̩̭̻͈̤̕͟ͅͅD̨̞̻̹̻̦̖̪͇͚͕͝H̶̠͔̘̰̮̣͓̝͍̜̰̬̀͡ͅG̶̡͕̯̳̪̣̰͙̘̦̠̟̟͔͖̯̝͍͜N̺̞͚̝̱͔̻̳̗̞̲̕͢͡͝%̦͙͇̙͈̼͈̬͓̹̱̭̤͔͙͝#̶̙̖̝͎̰̳̪̲͚̺̝̪̜͈̜̟͖̱̀&҉҉̢̬͈͉͍̱͓̘͖̻́ͅ%̴̜͉̝̲̜̜̙͈̘̜̳̺̜͍͓̳̼̀/̸̹̟͍͎͚̬̳̺̫̖̫̲̦͉͈̯͞ͅ&̷̡̡̘̭͍̬̩̳̦̦̀ ̴͟͏͎͔͍̯̱̭̜̗̘̯̤̫̤͈̜͎͈#̛̣͈̜̙̰̳̪͔̠̱͉͖͙͟ͅͅ%̷̴̡̱̗͔̫̺̥̥̯̟̟̪̱͎͍̳̬̗̮͜͝&̴̫͍̦͉̜̗͍̘̣̳͢ͅÙ̵̼̺̗͈̞͚̪̭̟̗͚̙̜̕͠&͢͏͎̼̩̙͖̳̦̀%̴̧̨҉̳̫̪h͏̭̱͚͔̭̞͚͚͔̺̰̥͇͝S̵̛̙̣͉͉̠̣̕͟D̵͏̶͏̺̯̭͓͇̤̤͔͖̝̰̰͓F̤͎̱̤͕͎̰̻͚̘̱͎͈̫̳̱̠͟ ̧̭̙̗̖̭̦̜̼̕ͅͅR̤̳̹̬̰̤͙̻̀͜É̴̪͖͖̳̙͔̬̣̘̻̦͚̖̥́ͅs̜̫͙̻̫̻̠̀͢w͓̫͍̝̳̹͞͠w̧͕̬̠͖͇̫͚͕̤͉̲̦̱͙͕͓̖͠è̴̗̱̘̻͈̺̕͢ͅr̷̨̢̤̫̲̬̩̜̞͞G̸̸͏̢̰̥̱̮̟̖͎͟ ̷̧̻̙͉̹͉̟̳͙̬͝͝g̡͎̜̯̼̦̕͟r̴̷͙͖̝̣͈͚͖͍̱̗̥̣̝̖̮̠̼͝e͏̢̺͎͓̪̰̺̣̞͍͕͇̖͡w͏͔̣̬̙̰͇͈͈̘͢ ̸͓̙̦̦̫̼͕̼̺͚̙̳̱̳͕͔̰͟͞Ǵ̶̸̵͉͚͇͉̭͙ ̝̳̱̻͈͍̜͖͡%͜͡҉̶̷͙̙͕͚̦̹͇͍̜͔Y̶̨̘͖͈͕̖̺̮̻̤̬̱̭͚͢͡3͏̨̟͖̤͈͘͞ͅ&̶̛̜̗̻̳̼̳%̵̶͉̮͍̲̠̫̠̪̭͉̭̠̯͢ͅy͙̩̲͈͝͠ͅ ̡͓̪͇͍̲̥̬̻̩̀͜͜͡#̸̛̼̮̯̲̬̙̖̗̻̰̞̖͖͙͇̲̜̬̀̕͝%̸̵̨̹̭̠͚̩͉̳̬̺̞̰̝̣̭̠̖ͅ&̢̧̨̭̟̗͈̱͡ͅy̸̞͚̹̖͕̝͚̻̫̪̙̤ͅ%̢̮͚͕͓͈̻̬͘̕H̸͍̜̺͍̝̜͖͚͈̰̺̬͇͡͝ͅt̷̡̧̧̪̘̳͎͟F̙͍͈͔̳̞̼̗̣̯͟͜͡͝È̴̟̥̬̮͈̻͕͈̦͈̭͇̀ͅQ͘͘͠҉͈̘̯̖̯̣̤͖̲̦̳̥̪̪͓͈͚͎W̵̷͜͠͏̙̱̱͎̱͕̪̜E̴̢̛͚͚̼͉͚̬͡t̴̛͔̼̜͔̻̘̜̞͇̝̲̲̯̼̞̫̺͠ ̸̛̛̭͖̣̠̠̟͕̱̜͙̲͖̭̗̖̹̣̗̺̀͡H̷̶̖̮̹̥̰̝̯̣̣̀E͏̸̠̦͇̮͔͉̗̳̱̜̳̗L҉̨̮̱̻͉͙̲͓̥̱̪̀L̶̴̛͍̭͚͚̰̖̻̮̬̝̙͚͜͝ ̣͍̺̬̥̙̻̤̯̭̤͢͜r̢͙͇̪̟͇̬̜̹̦͎͔̞̞͢͠t̵̞͔̹͕̹̪̫̺̜̘̺͎̜͚̝͕͓́̕f̛̗̖̻̜̗͙̰̲̙̬̥̦̩͎F̷̢̫̣̬̰̟̯̫̟͔̯͚̠ͅD̶̷̰̲̥̺̲͈̗͇̘͔̫͍̕ͅS͏̸̷̞̤̳̹̦̗͉̥̳̤̗̭̩̖̞̰̕
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Feb 21 2015 12:16PM
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Ever since I was 12 or 13, there was this place I thought I wanted to go. All my friends knew about it, but it was always shrouded in mystery. I would look at the area around it often, but was never brave enough to venture all the way. I worried about going there alone, but at the same time thought it would be weirder if I took a friend with me.

As time went on, I did not think about this place as much. It became less and less appealing, showing signs of overgrowth, neglect, and perhaps abuse. Around the campfire at night, my friends and I would invent stories about this place, always embellished, as we knew none of us were ever brave enough to go there. In some ways this place was wide open, but we knew that if any of us ever went there, it could
be the end of us. Once in a while, on a dare, one of us would get close to this cursed place, only to be turned away by the horrific smell, and the tangle that guarded it.

My friends and I, as we went through High School, came up with a very elaborate game. We had an entire list of different activities, challenges, and dares, each worth a different point value. For example, pantsing a new kid on his first day of school was worth 50 points. Putting a "Kick Me" sticky note on the back of Mrs. Clint, the hot but bitchy geography teacher, was worth 20 points. You get the idea.

All in all, there were around 120 different things on this list. We always planned a summer adventure, and it was decided that the winner's trip would be totally paid for by the losers. This would include, gas, plane ticket if necessary, hotels, campgrounds, food, entry fees, etc, to whatever we ended up doing.

You've probably guessed it - the mystery, haunted place from our childhoods was worth the most points - an even 350. This was more than double anything else on the list, and it was put there as basically a joke, as we never thought any of us would actually go there. This place, while not far away or terribly hard to get to, was
just the most disgusting, haunted, scary place around. Everyone knew it, and gave it a wide berth. No one really even talked about it any more.

Well, summer was getting near, and I was losing. I had been fired from my part-time job because I got stupid and lit up at work. My friends and I had hatched an epic plan to drive from our homes in Vermont to Mt. Hood, hitting up some summer skiing. Now that we had our licenses, we were going to take an epic road trip. My friend Trevor's dad had an old van that we had repurposes for this trip, and stoke was high. I had a little problem - I couldn't afford the trip and I desperately wanted to go. I didn't tell my friends I was having money problems, and knew that I needed to do something. There was really only one thing I could do.

As with all growing up stories, this one was a true end to my childhood. That place, that terrible, dark, disgusting place, was my ticket to an awesome summer, the respect of my friends, and quite possibly legendary status. I knew what I needed to do. My first stop was to my friend Steve's house. His older brother was our ticket to booze, and he was always happy to hook us up for a few bucks in his own wallet. I talked to him, and he offered to get me the usual Keystone, Miller, or if I was feeling wealthy, Yuengling. I said no, this time was special. I wanted real booze. When I invest, I invest big, and I knew that I was investing in my entire summer, perhaps the last summer with my friends, and of my childhood. I gave him a C note and instructed him to get me a bottle of Glenlivet 12 year old single
malt. He started to question me, but then realized that this was good for a tidy $15 personal profit for himself. He did as I asked.

I took my Glenlivet, easily the finest bottle I had ever owned, and just stared at it for well over an hour. Finally, later that night, probably around 11:00, I took my bottle (now partly empty) and did what had to be done. All my friends were hanging out at Martin's house. I wasn't. I put on my brave face, my lucky hoodie, and a pair of boots. I was scared, I'll admit it. I drove where I needed to, gave myself a pep-talk, then got down to business.

To get to this place, now more disgusting, putrid, and tangled than ever before, I had to negotiate a tough path. With some smooth work, aided by most of the remainder of my Glenlivet 12, I got myself to the entrance. Oh my god. The bush here was thick. Additionally, everything was sticky. It reminded me of the time back in 4th grade that I took the top off a bottle of Elmer's Glue and poured the bottle in Brad's hair. Poor Brad...before the teacher could help him, the glue solidified a bit, making his hair sticky, crystalized, and matted.

Anyway, the entrance to the horrific place, the place worth 350 points, that my summer was riding on... I tried to hold my nose and charge in fast, but that wasn't working. I couldn't get through the tangled mat of bush. It was everywhere. I didn't know what to do. About the time I was ready to give up and run away screaming, it grabbed me and thrust me in. Holy mother of God. Mother of Satan. Mother of Allah. It was literally the worst experience of my entire young life.

I couldn't escape from the powerful hold. The bush was cutting into me, the sticky crust was sharp against my body, and my innocence was being robbed. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. I felt myself being violated, like I had accidentally fallen down on a stick. Something was penetrating me, up my ass. I didn't think my pants were down far enough that this was possible, but I was wrong. I clearly had not taken adequate precautions. With a horrible, twisting feeling, my butt was no longer virgin. It felt like the Devil's hand itself, with a fingernail reminiscent of a railroad spike. I screamed, moaned, whimpered, and came. At once, I was released from its horrible grip. I just prayed no long-term damage was done. After all, after years and years of neglect, it probably would not take much for jibbpeter's mom to get pregnant. Her vagina was probably gulping in my young sperm, eager to give jibbpeter a baby brother or sister. I didn't know if this was possible, due to the acidic stench, horribly unsanitary conditions, and ingrown hairs. Still, I was terrified.

In the end I went home, no longer a child. I knew that I had earned those 350 points. More than earned them. Still, after taking half a dozen showers that night and scrubbing my butt out with the coarsest sponge I could find, I knew that if I told my friends of my escapade, and claimed my points, then I would have to live with them knowing exactly what had transpired. They would demand details. Horrible, evil details, forever seared into my mind. Was it worth it? I decided not. Instead I stayed at home all summer while my friends raged out West. I got a new job at a country club, and managed to convert one of the mower houses into a smokeshack. We all make terrible decisions, even with the best of intentions. This one was terrible enough to last me for a lifetime.
Feb 21 2015 1:00PM
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IKEA
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I watch people sleep.
Feb 21 2015 1:03PM
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jibbpeter
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SHIT

http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=574303&no=50
Feb 21 2015 1:56PM
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Holzsteezy*
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OP's mom
Feb 21 2015 5:52PM
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junyawatanabe
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jibbpeterSHIT

http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=574303&no=50


that got me so good. i jumped so much
Feb 21 2015 6:30PM
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jibbpeter
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Holzsteezy*OP's mom



Y̡̼͇̘̳̳͈̝̑ͥ̈̃̔͒ò̶̸̷͚̼͓̗̯̗̬̲̞͚̦̙̝̿͋̉̓̂̓̑͜ͅų̶͎͔̲̫͍͙̺̫̘̹̠͇̙͕̼̬̝̻ͭ́̃ͧ̆ͣͪͣ͛̎̔̒̀́̚͡ ̴͍͙͚̜̣̥͚̝͖̳̍͂ͦͮ͛̒ͬ̚͟d̵ͬͩ͆͌̉ͯ҉̛͇̠̳̤̝͔̙̲͍͙͈̼̪͡e̢̨̛̜͖͖̙͎̠̟̾̒͑͛̉ͦͦ̚͝aͭ̋̿̽͜͠҉̢̙̮̰̫̮̠̞͍̰r̺̳͚͔̼̥͔͓̰̺̪̟͔̳ͦ͒̐̃̐ͩͩ̀ͅ ̶͛̅ͬ̈́͗͐̆̄ͨ̿͠͏͓̞͚͉̮͔̮̟̻͔͈̯͍̖͎̞̯̗́͢ͅṠ̸̨͙͉̗͍̮̗̜͛̆ͮ͛̔ȕ̉͒̚̚͏͕͈͉̝͡ͅM̷͇͎͙̩̦͙̯͕̳̰̦͛ͭ̑̏͑̃̓ͫͭ̃ͬͤ̀ͤ͢͝M̧̧͕̘̳̆͆̇ͅoͪ̋ͥͨ҉҉͏̘͍͓̯͎̗̭̪̱̠̘̣̯̜͇̜̮̳̗Nͣ̍́ͪͥͤ̈́̄̚͟҉̷͍̩̹̳̬̭͍̼̹͇̠̙́͠ ̵̴̶͔̩̤̜̱͕̳ͪ̀̾ͬ͌̚͡͝m̶̨̼̙͎̳͍̞̬̺̳̳͎̱̿̆͂̓̏͆ͬ̎́ͭ̀̀ͩ͛̄̚͘͞è̂̍̈́ͨ̋҉̣͚̯̻͔͇̟,̵̵̧́ͨ̉͆͋͗̇ͬ̐͐̓̊ͪ̌̉ͬ̚̚͟҉͉̫̖͈̥̖̘ ̶̨̺͍͎̤͚̳̠͈̤͉̯͈͈͔̙̗̬̱̅ͤ̿̌͌͒̓͌̑̆ͧ͊ͫͤ́ͭ́ͪ̀͠ͅM̶͊̌͒ͩ̓͛ͮ̈͋ͯ̓̌̔̊̚҉̨҉҉͇̥̗̥̬̣̼͉̤̤̱̟̰͚̼̙̭Ȍ̸̸̶̙͈̲̫̹͇̣̣̟̼ͦ̔ͮ̓̈́̿ͪ̐ͨ̿̄̈ͬ͠͡R̀̏̓͊ͪͮͤ́͌̈͂̚͏̷̨̩̘̱͔͟T͊̄̂̓̾̇ͦ̍ͤ̿̅̔̄̈ͪͯ̄̑҉͈̙̗̯̱̯̪̰̭̣̞͞Ā̡̞̖̙͚̣̫͎̻͖̻̻̜͓͉̀ͩ̔̈ͤ̆͟͝L̵̷̶̖̻̘̩̬̘̥̱͕͓̹̆͂̑̍̓ͣ͗̓̐̅̒̃̅͌ͪ͆̀͜?̷̴̠̹̙̥͍̪ͮ̈́͌ͥ̃̔̃̈̓ͭͧ̾̍̚͡ͅͅ







A̡̯̪̫̙̦̭̮͠d͏̷͏̰̤̯̳̺̪e̝̣̜͉͚͝s͇͕̞t̷̢̤̗̀é̼̣̺͎̙̼͕̥,͎̠̮̲̞ͅ ̰͍̰͔̠͙̟͇̬̕s͏̷̩̠̳́ì̼ ̷̖̘̥̟̺q͟͏̤̞̬̱͖̲̺̲͖u̷̗̳̥̲̲̩i̶̳͍d̢̗͖̥͔͕͎̤ ̦̗̭͘m̸̼̱̀í̩̬ͅh̵̜͎͡͡i̢͈̣̱͠ ̷̫͈̫̯r̯̗̭̘̩̱͉̰͘e̛͚̹͢ͅs̶̗̗͉͝t̸̡̪̰̖̭͉̼̫a̪̪̭͔͕̪͚t̥̟̝͉͟ ̸̵̱̘͇͉̫͞a̠͙̯͓͍̕ͅg҉̙͓̪͓̪̯̱̬͇e̴͓̜͓ņ̡̻̰̼̹͇͠d̢̛͙̫̗̗͎̰̖͘u̗̘͇̫͘m̢̟̲͞,̬̪͚̱̠̳͈̥̝̕͘͡ ̼͎͖̰̮͓͖̕c̨͉̲̝͙̘̦͢u̪̠r̗͓͉̙͠a̶̮͖͚̩̬̲̯ḙ̡̥͎̭̻͞ ̧҉͎̣̦͙͖̭̱l҉̬͓̳̘̠e̥̙͉͕͚̼v̡͈̪͎͕̲͎é̗̯̦͜͞s̛͖̩̼ ̨̠̭l̖͙̜͝o̩̬̬̠̰̜͟q̸̣͖͈̪̪̘̲̬͡u҉̫̖u͡͏̥͓̳n̛̖͎̙͇̺̫͜t̶͍ͅu̜͕̕͟ŗ̧͔͙͓̙͖͍̫͔ ̶͟ͅi̬̜̠̭n̵̩̹̣͕̪̲̝̝̜͜g͔͘e̪͕͉̜͉̹̲̖ń̴͕̮͔̤̤t̴̫e̝̬͝s̭̣̟̘ ̞̣̟̙̼̖̜̙ś̫̮̝̗̳͉̗̣͘͠t̶̛̬̭͓̖̭̻̫̜͟ų̭̱̯̬̘̥p҉̳͕̞͕̞̖̫͇̺̕e̬̥͉n̛͇̱̬̫͎͎̝̞͟t̴̟̰̜͙͔͕͉͎
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Feb 21 2015 7:24PM
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SupremeDeity
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Feb 21 2015 7:51PM
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Dobber
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My condom slipped off when I went exploring in a cave.
Feb 22 2015 12:00AM
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Huck-e-Cheese
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see /r/nosleep/

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/

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Feb 22 2015 12:14AM
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Huck-e-Cheese
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see /r/nosleep/

http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/

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Feb 22 2015 12:14AM
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DIPED_IN_SAUCE
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http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/k8ktr/footsteps Everyone who doesn't want to sleep needs to read the footsteps series. This shit seriously is fucked.
Feb 22 2015 12:19AM
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Lemuel
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you'll never make a scary thread like Charlie and I did

https://www.newschoolers.com/forum/thread/628150/Scary-Pictures?page=1

careful it's bad hahaha
Feb 22 2015 12:47AM
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El.Guapo
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Feb 22 2015 2:09AM
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SFB
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i had the perfect picture of a shiba inu that looked pretty spooky but its saved on my phone and not my computer so im not posting it
Feb 22 2015 2:15AM
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freidchicken
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SupremeDeity


fuck me i had a heart attack
Feb 22 2015 7:03AM
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jibbpeter
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They didn't know I understand Spanish.

About a year ago in my final semester in college I worked at a department store in the mall. I didn't have a car yet so I asked for day shifts because it was a 2 hour bus ride back home. So basically if I had a closing shift, I'd get done at 11 but not get home until 1 am. But sometimes I'd be given closing shifts much to my annoyance since I had a 6 45 am class & my mothers worry because who wants their kid on public transport that late? (Sometimes she could come & get me but it'd be too much of a hassle to get my younger sisters out that late & such so I never asked her)

My managers being the jerks that they were gave me a week of closing shifts, knowing my situation. I was pissed but whatever. One night I had just finished my shift, got on the bus (I sat in the back)& was minding my business when my iPod died. I was annoyed but I just kept my earbuds in & occupied myself by playing a crossword on my phone.
About 2 seats behind me I hear these guys speaking Spanish. Now, my stepmother is PuertoRican so while I uunderstand a fair bit of Spanish, I don't speak it. So i hear them talking but I don't pay attention because it's rude to eavesdrop & all until they say "that black girl up there" then my ears perk up.

I keep my earbuds in so that they think I can't hear them & I continue listening. What they're saying is horrific. To paraphrase, they knew my stop (second to last one before the bus gets back to the terminal & while my stop is at the front of my neighborhood, it's got no street lights & at this time of night, empty.) & to put it simply were planning on "snatching that piece of ass up"
I was about 20 mins away from home so I knew I had to act quickly. Since I knew they could see me (they were 2 seats behind me but like across if that makes sense) i pretended to play on my phone, oblivious while I was actually texting my mom.

"Mom, can you please meet me at the bus stop" 5 minutes go by, no answer. We're getting closer to my stop so I decide to call her cell. No answer. I call the house phone & she finally answers. Its about 1230 am so she was asleep. I try to talk as cheerily & calmy as I can. This was our convo. "Hey mom, did you get my text?" "Uh no...what's up?" "Oh I sent you a picture of these jeans I'm gonna order online when I get home. I REALLY need your opinion so I REALLY need you to look since the sale ends at 1 am." She gets the hint that I need her to look at her cell so I say goodbye & hope for the best. We get to my stop & I see my mom's car. I snatch my shit up & hightail it off the bus. Idon't even look behind me to see if they're following me. I jump in the car & tell my mom to just GO.

I look in the rearview & I see the guys staring at the car.
The next morning I called my job & told them I quit. No more public transport for me. Thanks to my stepmom for teaching me Spanish. Thanks to mom for gettimg the hint. Weird Spanish speaking guys, let's not meet again.

OP: http://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/2cs5su/they_didnt_know_i_understood_spanish/

The /r/Nosleep story that scared me the most:
http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/27el9i/i_was_a_part_of_queens_guard_in_england_one_of/
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Dude good one!!!!!LOL!!!!
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