Well, a few months ago I was messing with old stuff, found several cool things... But two of them were kinda weird.

To provide a background, my grandfather came to Brazil during WWII. We are swiss, but he was afraid of the war or something, and just moved to Brazil (according to my mother, he constantly saw nazi planes flying across Switzerland, and was ****ing scared).

So... he came with a friend. We don't know, to this day, how they met, who was the guy... His name was Christian. He lived with us, and was friends with my grandpa, Robert. They weren't related, as in family. (inb4 gay, my grandpa married a beautiful brazilian woman).

And there I was, messing with Robert and Christian's stuff, and I found this book with hundreds of old, black and white pictures. They were all taken somewhere in Europe, I could tell from the buildings and clothes the people wore. I asked my mom who they were, and she said she had never even seen that book, she had no idea.
With the book, I found a hat. A military hat. It looks french, and inside I found a tag that had some french things and a name, Michel Traber. Again, my mother had absolutely no idea who Michel Traber was, and had never seen the hat before.

I don't know if it's relevant (but I'm ****ing curious), I found a small plastic bag (smaller than my hand) containing some sort of metallic object and a tag that says something in german. (does anyone here speak german?).
I don't think it's something awesome, but I'm curious.

Oh, and... yesterday, before the weird stuff/footsteps happened, I was messing with some old stuff too. Maybe someone got angry?
And I'm thinking about taking pictures/setting up a cam for the night. I really don't want to (I'd die if I recorded something crawling across my living room or something), but... I'll consider it.

I don't think either were gay, but hey, if they were, good for them. I really wouldn't mind. As long as they lived happy lives, I'm okay with it :)

Also, a friend of mine suggested Robert sold his soul, and Christian was his personal demon, sort of like Faust and Mephisto.
Wat.

The tag says "Ergatz - Feder für Haar - Scheere". It's probably nothing, though.
I'll post a better picture of the tag or the object if you guys wanna see it.

Good morning /x/ (it's 11am here), I have updates :D

First of all, I was not able to take pics last night. For some reason my phone battery simply died, which was pretty bizarre since I left it charging the whole day (I use it to take pics since it has an awesome cam).
Besides that, the night was pretty calm, except for one thing. I was in my room with my friend, just watching tv and doing nothing, and at some point we both fell asleep. Then out of ****ing nowhere I wake up to a "BANG" just by the side of the bed, as if someone had thrown themselves against the side of the shelf where the tv is.
I sat up instantly, just in time to see an empty box falling from the top of the shelf from the impact. My friend, being a heavy sleeper, didn't wake up, but he did move in his sleep, I'm sure he heard it.
And then I was scared for the rest of the night, yay. I'm hella tired now, but I can't go back to sleep.
As an experiment, I'm gonna do the powder trick tonight... And I have to say I'd be delighted to find hooves/pawprints, while I'd die if I found humanoid footprints.

As promised, the story:

About two years ago, we had some plumbers come over because of a problem in one of the pipes. Water was slowly leaking out of the living room ceiling, so to reach the pipe itself, they had to go up to the "third floor". They said they would have to come back because the pipe was cracked or something, then left.
That night, I went to sleep as usual, nothing much... But when I was about to fall asleep, I heard footsteps coming from the third floor. I sat up, thinking it was my imagination, and muted the tv so I could listen. Again, footsteps. I could hear them perfectly, and they went back and forth the third floor, as if looking for something.
After a few minutes, it stopped.

The next day, the plumbers came back. They fixed the pipe, then said they would have to come back to check the others.
Again, more footsteps woke me up that night. Terrified, I was unable to sleep, since they took longer to stop.

After they were done, on the third day, I was exhausted. I couldn't sleep that night either, the footsteps were getting angrier and more frantic.

The next day, I gave up, and asked my mother what the **** was with the third floor. I didn't tell her about what I heard, I just asked if anything happened there. And she simply said "Your grandfather used to have a hidden safe up there. Whenever anyone went to check the pipes, he would rush to see if they had found his safe. He kept money and jewels there, and was afraid people would find it and try to open it without him knowing."

So, after that, I was so desperate I was willing to try anything. The safe had been moved to my mother's bedroom after my grandpa died, so... I went to where it was, opened it, touched his jewel box and said out loud "See grandpa? Your safe is perfectly safe. Don't worry."

tl;dr dfdsfsddddddddd

I remember when I was young. There used to be the fresh smell of daisies and tulips in the air. We used to have the nicest neighbors, with kids only a year or so older then me. They used to invite me over and we'd play video games and such stuff like that. I remember hearing their parents arguing and stuff though. Soon enough, my neighbors were torn apart due to a divorce. I never learned the details of it, my parents were rather reclusive and never really spoke much to other people. So they left, and these new neighbors came in.

Anyways, they kept to themselves mostly. Two men, usually kitted out for work. I think they were either really good buddies or homosexual. My parents refused to talk about it. Anyways, we were invited over this one time because they were all having a barbecue. They had changed the yard around a lot, and it looked really strange. And they had this really large dog. It was large and black with red eyes, but it was nice. It was also very timid, hiding a lot. I liked the dog. Anyways, the barbecue was nice. They were really good cooks, and they had the best lemonade I'd tasted in a long time. Homebrew is second to nothing, they would say. Anyways, we got back home; full and content, and I slept the night away. The next week went by like a blaze; as school is wont to do.

Anyways, one day at school - my friend recounted this fairytale he had heard from his mother about fairies being far more sinister then they looked. It wasn't anything too scary, but it got me looking for fairies in my back yard. I was seriously devoted to finding these things. I suppose if I hadn't been then these events wouldn't have been set in motion. One day, I was bored of searching, having found multiple ant colonies and stinging nestles but not one fairy to quench my thirst for adventure. So I picked some apples from my apple tree. They were nice and ripe; and tasted really nice. Still, as I picked one, I found a worm. I threw it out of the apple, and it went running to the tall grass. As I followed it, I noticed that there was a small peekhole in my right neighbors fence. Mind you, this wasn't the neighbors we'd been going to's fence, but the other neighbors.

Still, I watched - enjoying playing god with others peoples lives. They were having a tea-party, with some friends in their conservatory. It looked nice, but something seemed out of place. I must have only looked for a second though, so I couldn't place it. Anyways, the next morning I set out in the yard again. But not looking for fairies, but for peepholes. I'd already found one in the right neighbors fence, so now I was looking for one in the left and front neighbors fence. I found holes in both. Happy with myself, I retired early that day.

I awoke the next day pre-maturely to the sound of sirens. We didn't know why, but an ambulance pulled up to our Right neighbours house, and my parents pulled me away from the curtain. The window was still open though, and I heard one of the people loading the bodies into the ambulance comment on how they must have been dead for weeks. I turned to my mother; and told her this had to be impossible. She asked me why, and I stated because I had seen them having a tea-party yesterday. This co-incided with the man outside making an offhand comment about finding them all propped up in the conservatory, comparing them to porcelain dolls. This was to much for me, and I began to cry. I hadn't known them, but it was scary. Later in the day, men came around warning about a serial killer, telling nobody not to leave their houses and to lock all the windows and doors.

On my way to school one day, I caught up with the guy who told me about the fairies. I asked him to describe them; deciding that I needed something to do. Something to take away the shock of death. He described them as being able to take any form possible when not in their traditional form, but that they favoured that of a buisiness man. He also noted that when they take the form of something, or somebody else - that person dies. I asked him how one would vanquish these fairies, pushing aside the notion of hunting these, as I had no idea fairies were like this. He told me that all you had to do was find them. As he left, he told me to watch out, as they like human flesh. I remember gulping loudly.

School passed normally that day.

I wont forget that day, however. As I walked home, I noticed a stench, and called out instinctively for my family. No reply was found. As I wandered through my house, the stench became stronger and stronger, eventually coming at a peak at the door to the conservatory. I opened it, and my parents were propped up, having a tea-party. There were signs of long decay, and I screamed loudly. I called the police, and I was sent into foster care. I spent a while in psychiatric meetings. But what really did me in was the fact that evidence had shown my parents were dead for at least a week. After a little digging around in my later years, I found out the boy who had originally told me about the fairies had been found dead and missing the day I came home, and the neighbors had left. What was even more disturbing was a sack they found in the basement of various human limbs, labelled Hamburger meat. My Psychiatrist would not believe me when I told her the fairies were the ones to blame, and I was given extreme council-ling. But ever since my new neighbours have moved in, I've had these thoughts I've suppressed and buried for so long come back to mind. Maybe its the murders that are starting up again, with the rotting bodies and the tea parties, or maybe its the fact that my neighbours both wear buisiness suits. And they have invited me to a barbecue tomorrow.

John was a teenager. He had short, buzzcut hair, and he liked playing football. He played for the local team, and he was pretty good. One day he was playing football in the park with some friends, but they had all had a time to go in. John's parents were very liberal, and they didn't mind the time he came back as long as it was before midnight.

So, as his friends had left, John went for a walk. It was only 6 PM, and there still another six hours before he had to be home. He felt tired, though. He went around house and began knocking for friends. He found nobody who was willing to join him for a football match or the like. Sadly he slowly walked home. He was stopped by a burly man with a pipe. He looked strangely out of his time, like all old men are. He had a fat face, but it looked friendly. He asked John if he could perchance take but a moment of his time.

John decided it couldn't hurt. He stood aside, football in his arm, but was shocked when the man leant forward, and whispered something in his ear.

John didn't know what it meant, but it freaked him out enough. He ran the rest of the way home, and spoke to nobody about what happened. He did all of his chores, and went to bed early that night.

He had nightmares. They seemed to last forever. They were of leering statues with open grins and shadow people. He awoke the next morning startled.

He got ready for school, and decided to head downstairs. His mother let out a scream of shock. He had grown a beard overnight. Nevertheless, John felt proud of himself. he had finally achieved manhood. He bashed his mothers spiteful words away and went to school. He was halfway on his journey when he saw the same man he saw yesterday. The man looked a little younger, a little less out of his time. He beckoned John forward, and winked. John was paralyzed. The man walked towards John and asked if he could just perchance take a little of John's time. John faintly nodded, anything to get this wierdo away. The man whispered something in Johns ear again, and John went on to school, freaked.

John awoke in a ditch three quarters of the way to school, by a policeman. He kept explaining that he was the Kitcheners kid, and that this must have been a mistake. He must just have fallen and banged his head. The Police Officer politely and briefly swept aside the conclusion. Why, John asked. The Police Officer simply replied by handing John a mirror. John jumped backwards, he must have been at LEAST 40 years old. The police officer explained that the Kitcheners kid was in his mid teens. John broke down there and then and cried about how he wasn't lying and that an old man had done this to him. The Police Officer calmed him down a bit and got him a coffee.

Now, he had convinced John to go into a room with him to write a statement about this ''man''. John described him, and asked if a statement was really neccessary. The Police Officer merely said that it would help to calm John's nerves while they tried to find some family or relatives of his. They would however need him to release his real name.

As the Police Officer left the room, he coughed, and thought about something for a second. He stepped back, about level with John, and asked him very politely,

Can I please borrow just a moment of your time?

John tried to refuse, but he could only nod.

The Police Officer smiled, and whispered something in Johns ear.

Despite clearly being bullshit, the Lavender Town bit I found to be very interesting.

Oh, btw, since I'm a responsible little mod I should point out that anyone who sends that on is a moron. I am just taking the piss.

If you have read this far, you must keep reading and follow the instructions. This letter originated in India and has been received by thousands of people. If you do not make thirteen copies of this and send it on to thirteen people, you will die a terrible death. First, people in your family will become ill and later die.
If you are hoping to marry one day, you will die all alone and sinlge, if you fail to send copies of this letter. If you are engaged to be married, your sweetheart will desert you for another, unless you send off copies of this letter. If you do not do as this letter instructs, friends will also turn against you. But if you copy the letter thirteen times, you will have luck in every endeavour. You have six days to forward this letter. Do not break the chain. Send the copies off now, because you might forget later

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NO REALLY?!
THANK YOU FOR EXPLAINING THAT, I CANT READ.

moron.

Stop being a dick, he explained it for those who didn't know that.

Shit from /x/ is boring, post something better or this thread is rather useless.

Why dont you contribute some?

aw lawdies wat haz i mizzd

One time, I swear I saw the disembodied head of Ronald McDonald floating at the end of my bead, and it transformed into like a body made of arms and they were all burnt and stuff.
It was freaky as shit.