A family suicide occurred in the suburbs of Gunma Prefecture (we'll call this family the Suzukis just for convenience). A few months later, they decided to pull down the house in which the family used to live. A group of university students in Tokyo, calling themselves "The Paranormal Research Group," heard about this and decided to visit the house before it was gone. The group consisted of two boys and two girls.
When the group arrived, the house was already in the process of demolition. Inside was a total mess. They went in with a video camera on hand and started exploring. "Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Suzuki! Please excuse us!" Laughing and joking, they shouted in the empty house. "Is this your kitchen?" "May I use your bathroom?"
After some time, while the rest of the group were having fun, one of the girls began to feel scared so they decided to call it a day. "Goodbye, thank you for having us!" They shouted as they left. They stopped the video camera and got into the car. On the way home, the other girl said, "Look! I found this ring in the house. We should keep it in our club room as a memento."
The next day, the group got together in one of the boys' room to watch the video.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Suzuki! Please excuse us!"
"Welcome."
They froze. An unfamiliar voice, which they did not hear at the time they were in the house, was recorded in the tape.
"Is this your kitchen?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
"May I use your bathroom?"
"Go ahead."
"Go ahead."
"Goodbye, thank you for having us!"
"Don't go!"
Everyone fell silent...then, suddenly, their mobiles started ringing all at the same time. They were all very alarmed, but managed to calm down and picked up their phones.
"......................"
All that the two boys and the timid girl got was silence...but the girl who snatched the ring heard something.
".....Hi, this is Suzuki. May I please have my ring back?"
nunca le robes a un fantasma, tiene tu numero de celular
ReplyDeletethat's not really scurry, it's actually pretty normal if you forget about the ghosts.
ReplyDeletei would want my ring back too.
Polite ghosts asking to have their property returned isn't exactly the stuff of nightmares.
ReplyDeleteBUT WHO WAS PHONE?
ReplyDeleteThis is just sad.
ReplyDelete:/
Anonymous said...
ReplyDeleteBUT WHO WAS PHONE?
November 8, 2010 1:38 PM
That's Priceless I LOL'D Good One That Was Perfect For This Story
nunca le robes a un fantasma, tiene tu numero de celular
ReplyDeleteTRANSLATION:
never steal a ghost, you have your mobile number
^^ never rob a phantom, they have your cell phone number.....
ReplyDeletetroll translation
see I would not be scared by this, I would laugh and publish this video, in the name of paranormal research, what are you people the paranormal state team, or the fact or faked team, hopefully the latter
ReplyDeleteHN3
ReplyDeleteLOL
It was a interesting pasta but there are now 2 of this in the blog
NOOO! Not POLITE ghosts! AAAHHHH!
ReplyDeleteWho was phone? uhh "This is Suzuki" about covers that.
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ReplyDeleteSigh....this story couldda been SO MUCH better.....allow me, folks.
ReplyDeleteAhem....
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A family suicide occurred in the suburbs of Gundam Prefecture (we'll call this family the Sushis since these people are only Japanese and Americans can call them whatever the fuck we want, they all look alike and eat sushi). A few months later, Musli---I mean, terrorists who totally could have been of ANY ethnicity or religion, decided to explode the house in which the family used to live, to practice destroying daycare centers in America while children were inside. A group of hentai enthusiasts in Sushiville, calling themselves "The Sailor Scouts," heard about this and decided to visit the house before it was gone in the name of Allah. The group consisted of two boys and two girls with Asianly small tits.
When the group arrived, the house had already been Muslitacked, although it wasn't completely gone because, being American, the Musloterrorists were inept. Inside was a total mess though. They went in with a video camera on hand and started exploring. "Hello Kitty!" I guess that's one of few phrases the Japanese can say. Laughing and joking, they shouted in the empty house. "It's a me!" "Capcom!"
After some time, while the rest of the group were having fun, one of the girls began to feel horny so they decided to call it a day and go watch hentai or manga or whatever it is that anime fags like. "Tempura! Kuruma! Shimbun!!" They shouted as they left. They stopped the video camera and got into the car. On the way to the faggot meetup/anime convention, the other girl learned some goddamn English and said, "Look! I found this ring in the house. We should keep it in our club room as a memento." But the other Japs didn't understand and collectively agreed "Zeruda no Densetsu."
The next day, the group got together in one of the boys' room, not to fuck, but to watch My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic. Although its Japanese name ROUGHLY translated to "Horse. Upskirt friendship. Pink."
The cartoon was too much even for their Japanese minds, which could process exceedingly weird shit, but not THIS kind of shit. So they decided to watch the tape they recorded earlier.
"Ching chong wong....Ho Chi Minh."
"Bienvenidos."
They froze. Not at the fact that what they said earlier was now Chinese, since, c'mon, it all sounds the same. But rather, the spook (heh) came from an unfamiliar voice, which they did not hear at the time they were in the house, was recorded in the tape.
"Beijing"
"...¿qué?"
"Copyright infringement prease."
"¿¿Qué dicen??"
"MSG."
"....váyanse."
Everyone fell as silent as a black person in the bushes...then, suddenly, something stupid happened involving their phones.
All that the two boys and the timid, moe desu desu girl got was silence...but the girl who snatched the ring heard something. In English.
".....Hi, this is Sushi. May I please have my ring back?"
Silence from the slutty girl.
".........you're fat."
Then anime continued to exist.
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There. You're WELCOME.
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ReplyDeletePeople really waste time on the most idiotic things
Like.....wasting time to announce that people really waste time on the most idiotic things? Was there much reason for you to announce that? Could no one else realize for themselves that the story above you, Anon, was dumb?
DeleteNow, I suppose even THIS comment could be considered a waste of time, but fear not! I am a brony, and I was told by my psychiatrist (we all have one) that writing seemingly pointless internet comments is a nice substitute for when there isn't enough porn of prepubescent ponies to jack myself the fuck off to.
Speaking of which, still hate that story above making of the regular story, dear Anon and anyone else? Fucking have this then, much better!
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/22174/Cutie-Mark-Cumsicles