No explanation should be needed. It's obvious that the economic downfall of middle class America is eminent if he keeps up at this rate.

Wow, kinda harsh.....care to elaborate?

And the biggest idiot to ever set foot in the oval office.

         I sat there looking through the monitor at what I just saw. I couldn't fucking believe it. The look on the guy's face who got smacked was absolutely priceless. I laughed so hard I thought I was actually going to piss all over myself . What I ended up doing was spilling my coffee all over my notebook, down my lab coat and then all over my lap so that I actually DID look like I pissed allllllllll over myself.  After a few complimentary cursory curse words I remember thinking that if anything, I was a tad, moderately impressed by the Incredible Hulk in the flannel shirt and blue jeans. It was then that I was struck by a stroke of Devine genius that permeated my thoughts. An idea of quantum proportions, unprescedented in the anals of humankind filled my head.  I opened the mike back up and spoke back, addressing Billy Ray directly.  "I could give you the five thousand dollars, if that's what you wanted, but where you're all headed it wouldn't do you one iota of  "any"   good.  I emphasize...any.  No... I've got something much better planned for all of you. Something much better than easy money. Something I've never offered or given anyone in my dozen or so years of doing this. At great risk to my own freedom and possibly this whole operation, I am going to give you a chance."  What was I doing?  What did I just say?  Something about this guy and and this group just grabbed me and got the better of my gambling instincts. They intrigued me. For a moment I even entertained the idea of somehow capitalizing on the concept. But then, that would go against the true nature of the  "Plan"  wouldn't it?  
       "If for any remote reason any of you in this group happen to survive the next 30 days on the island, not only will I bring you back to safety and freedom, I will give each of you 1 million dollars of undeclared, tax free, cash. That should give your primitve, more primeaval, basic survival skills an incentive"  I took another sip from what was left in my coffee cup, and tried to wipe up some of my mess.  I knew it was a sucker bet, and I knew that most, if not all, would get killed pretty quick  probably in the first 3 hours.  That big guy however looked interesting.  Interesting enough for me to drop a few million bucks on the deal if he could actually pull it off.   "What do you say Big Boy? You seem to have the room, are you in or what?"  I  pushed my chair away from the console and rolled over to a buss of wall switches behind me. I looked at the small screens again and fealt that somehow the big guy could actually see me through the dark gray murkiness of the black and white monitors.   "Well, the way I see it is,"  he replied in slightly long, slow, drawl,  "we're goin' eeethur way, whether we wunt to er not...might as well get paid fer it. I spose wer in."  
      I smiled and spoke back to him one last time, "Wise choice there Slim. Good luck and I really hope to see you in 30 days and don't worry I've never welched on a bet ever.  As a show of good faith I'll be leaving...you specifically, a little something.  And just so you know, through some pretty clever means at my disposal, I can and will be keeping an eye on  you."  I clicked off the mike and watched them mouthing silently back at me before the  big one flipped me off with one of his thick sausagey fingers.
       I gave him a little wave, then quietly muttered to myself;  'Nighty night you big ungreatful mother fucker.  Shit just got interesting for all of you, lets see how you all do in a couple of hours after you wake up. I hope you appreciate it.'  Now came the time to put everybody to sleep. I flipped up three toggles that blinked orange until all the accompanying led lights blinked to green. Within the next 15 minutes the room would be completely and silently filled with a safe non toxic incapacitating anesthetic.  Within 30, all my guests would be disabled on the observation room floor and under my power.
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Nah, it's probably nothing he thought as he eased toward the edge of the woods. She watched as the officers flashlight bobbed into the woods, then suddenly she heard a loud squishy pop. Just as she was about to wonder what it was the officers head came to rest on the hood of her truck. She saw the look of terror forever frozen on the cops now lifeless face.
The thing in the woods watched silently as she drove screaming into the night.

 Barack Obama becomes  the 44th president of the United States. He is the first African American to be elected president of the United States.

          Billie Ray sat back down on the bench that was built directly into the floor. Stainless steel, tile, and cinder block walls, Billy Ray had seen this type of room dozens of times before and with the exception of the absence of bars, he knew that this was a jail cell.  The bickering continued amongst the other prisoners.  Bonnie Sue sat next to Billy Ray and laid her head on his shoulder.  Her honey colored hair draped softly over Billy Ray's chest and he could smell the cigarettes and beer as it lie there.  He put his arm around her and pulled her in close for a small kiss. With concern in his voice he told her, "Somethin aint right here and I think we are seriously bout to be fucked.  You and me, we gotta stick this shit out together."   She smiled, "I know thayt, an I olways hayv. Yew kin cownt ohn me darlin" she whispered to him in that annoying voice and hugged him back. In Billy Ray's mind he could  more or less grasp the complete seriousness of the situation over the rest in the room with him.  The others continued to scream shout and wonder, "why them?"  As always, they offered no viable solutions to their predicament, so they natuarally panicked and argued, whereas Billy Ray was looking for a means of escape.  He knew in an instant that he couldn't count on the others, because his own family was much the same way...bitter and angry. Through the soft yellowish glow of sodium vapor lighting, he could see the cameras recessed into the walls above them, hidden behind thick polycarbonite glass and knew somebody had to be watching. He also knew that if they could be seen they could be heard.  "HEY!" he screamed.  The others immediately got quiet and looked at Billy Ray.  "I know you're up there somwhere watching us...what do ya want?"  The others fealt along the walls through shadows and came across the rest of cameras positioned in the walls near the ceiling around the bunker.  Complete coverage. They too, like sheep, began to yell for somebody's attention, and now...they were going to get it.
          I have to admit, the yelling definitely got my attention and it kind of pissed me off too. Like I mentioned before,  you occasionally will get a bright one. I spun my chair back around to look at my screens again. Sometimes I just like to sit there and watch them panic and freak the fuck out. It's rare that you'll get some who just want to lay down and die but most, like this group, tend to be feisty. Albeit this group somehow seemed just a little different. Maybe it was the was how that big guy and his old lady just handled themselves, I don't know but there was definitely something.  It had been awhile since anybody came across the cameras that were even worthy of a second look and It looked like this was shaping up to be an exceptional session. I took another sip of coffee and lit another cigarette.  I adjusted the volume controls on the board and opened the mikes then adjusted speaker volume for the booth. I opened my notebook and checked my pen by marking the day's date on the yellow legal pad, it writes just fine, the time had come to get to know my guests.
         "Yes I can hear you,"  the voice from the speaker said. It was a quiet voice, relaxed and reserved...calculating but non threatening.  "Welcome all of you to Gateway Station. Your temporary bridge to your final debarcation to Oasis Prime. A tropical resort island where you will live out the remainder of your lives which, by looking at all of you should be about less than six hours"
The room went quiet for a split second.  A split second that seemed to drift off into eternity.  "What the fuck do you mean by that?" the thin man in the John Deere hat asked.  Billy Ray looked down at him, seemed like a good question he thought to himself.  The voice came back over the speakers, "Well quite honestly and to put it succinctly....." the voice was interupted by the third "man" in the room, a craggly, unshaven looking fellow in a pissed stained wife beater Tee, "Suck What?,"   he asked.  It was then that the tone of the voice over the speakers had somehow changed. You could hear it even before he spoke. Maybe it was the silence or the slight breath of air he took in before he said anything but you could just tell this was going to get bad,  "...okay so that's how it is, is it?",  the voice quietly, coldly, and deliberately continued almost angry or annoyed more threatening but still reserved.  "You know, you guys got me in this weird, vendetta kind of mood today. I don't know why, it could be I just woke up that way this morning but since I'm out here and all of you are in there, I am going to let you people in on a little secret;  you, that's all of you in there, are all completely and utterly...FUCKED.   There, now what do you think of that?"   Startled by the sudden and loud inflection the prisoners all jumped in unison. They looked at each other in silence.  "You know you guys could have made this easier on all of yourselves by working together  just a little.  That's all I wanted but nope,  you had to interupt. You had to go and ruin my Chi by letting the wrong fucking asshole open his godamned, stupid, inbred, idiotic mouth and endanger all of your lives.  Now I'm thinking I should just have my men walk in there and kill you all with their bare fucking hands....."   Billy Ray and Bonnie Sue stood up when the threat was issued, while the others shreiked and ran to the corners of the room to cower.  The voice returned, "Alright, alright calm down I'm just fucking with you,"  the voice paused and returned, "And you two...ease up, if I was going to kill you, I would have done it long before now. Besides, I've got something much better planned for all of you.  And I think your'e going to love it."  BIlly Ray and Bonnie, undaunted, sat back down, listened and waited.  Billy Ray pulled the bandage off of his broken nose and looked up at the soft red LED light on the camera.
          "What are we talkin about here partner?"  Billy Ray respectfully asked.  "Well that's more like it," the voice answered.  "Now it's like this Big Boy,"  the voice continued, "I plan to move all of you as far away from the rest of humankind as possible and leave you to fend for yourselves and hopefully die horribly on a vermin infested island somewhere in the south pacific.  Doesn't that sound lovely?  The way I figure it, this won't be too much of a stretch for any of you. You see, I've seen your places and I know how you depraved mother fuckers live.  Not overly impressive by anyone standards I assure you, and I'm sure all of your families and friends will enjoy and care for everything you left behind as if it were their very own. Trust me."   The craggy man, angered, spit on the floor stood up and pointed his boney finger at the camera, "Jesusmutherfukinchrist!  Wotisthishit?  We're good, God fearin people. You cain't do this to us, we're 'Mericans!,  and Mericans don't do this fucked up kinda shit to other Mericans," he declared.   The voice returned,  "I'll give ANYBODY five thousand dollars right now if they punch that little cocksucker right in the face."  In a spliit second  the craggy man fell back against the concrete wall with a resounding thud, blood spewing from his nose and mouth.  Billy Ray rubbed his knuckles and looked back at the camera.  "Pay up." he said.

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It is said that in Mexico there is a ghost of a woman who drowned her kids. They call her the "Cry Baby" because she cries a lot. She is a wandering spirit, looking for her kids. If you misbehave with your parents she will visit you. She will come out if you are near a pile of water and scream "oh, my children!" It is not safe to look in her face! If you do, death will follow. IF I WERE YOU I WOULD BE NICE TO YOUR PARENTS! The part about the woman drowning her kids is real. I think that the other part about her coming out of the water is true. If you encounter her, I would recommend putting on some ear plugs and running away from her. Submitted by Freddie Martinez

 

On Halloween in 2003, my family and I went into the city because my mom had bought a car and she needed to make a car payment to the dealer. We decided to take my little sister and her friend trick or treating out there. My mom made her payment and my sister and her friend were trick or treating. It was getting late so we decided that was enough. We had along drive back home. We ate at a fast food burger joint and began the long drive home. When we were on the freeway, a car was driving right next to us and the driver was wearing a mask, staring right at us. Everybody started to get scared. He was keeping up with us and had his head turned sideways staring for about 10 minutes. Then he looked ahead and drove past us. Submitted by Maurice

 

Two 18 wheeler trucks were on a highway. The two trucks smashed into each other and all the people died. They took the trucks to the junkyard. A day later, it started to smell. It got worse every day. Finally they took apart the fused trucks and found a VW beetle with the passengers still in there, dead. Submitted by Jessica

 

On a warm summer night, a couple of friends of mine and I stayed up until about 3:00 a.m. talking about scary stuff that has happened to us. One began telling us about a weird encounter he had with a ghost or something supernatural. He said he was driving back home (from Abilene, Texas to Laredo, Texas) when he saw a hitchhiker on the road. As he passed the woman, he looked back in the rearview mirror to catch a last glance, when, to his surprise the woman appeared to be sitting in his back seat. He must of been really tired of driving or something but he just shook it off and continued on his way. Submitted by Edmond

 

One day I was outside with my best friend at about 11:30pm when all the sudden we see a van drive right next to us. He stops and looks like he's tweekin or something. We get all freaked out and start walking back to my house. He pulls up to my driveway, so we start running. He starts to get out of the van and we noticed that he had an ice pick in his left hand. So we start screaming and luckily my dad was still up working late in his garage, so he opens the garage and tackles the weirdo! He holds him there until the police show up. The cops tell us that we where lucky because we were the only ones to make it out of the six people he's tried the same thing on. We don't stay out that late anymore. Submitted by Coco Puff

 

One Halloween night, a 16 year old girl named May and her friends, Irene, Kate, and Leslie, were out driving to a Halloween party outside of town. So, of course, they took the freeway. The car was slowing down, like it was running out of gas, but the meter said it was full. May and Leslie went to check out the engine. When they opened the hood, there was a hand. A lone bare, hand. They were so frightened they couldn't scream. Leslie reached out to touch it then IT MOVED! This time they both screamed and Irene and Kate ran out the car screaming. They said there was a man with his flesh torn and a missing hand in the back seat. The girls ran and the car was chasing them slowly. May called the her parents, Irene called 911, on their cellular phones as they ran. But when the cops and May's parents came, all four girls were soaking in blood. Not their own blood. The cops found a black gemstone, unidentified, in the driver's seat -- covered with blood. The girls went ahead to the party. The address was just a vacant lot but in that vacant lot were many bloody, black, unidentified gemstones. Submitted by Aliz

 

One night, these kids were coming home from a party and there was a cemetery about one block away from home. One kid was telling the others about a local legend. If you go and stand on the grave for ten seconds and stab a knife into it, that a hand will grab you and pull you into the grave with the corpse. One girl was brave enough to do it for $20.00. She got a knife, walked to a grave, stood on it, and stabbed the knife into it. Suddenly, her leg felt heavy and she tried to pick it up -- but something was grabbing HER! She was yelling and crying for help, but her friends thought she was kidding, so they just left. The next day, they found out that she had died, of fright. She thought that somebody was grabbing her, but the knife she was using had pierced her pants and held her there. Submitted by Scary Freak

 

There is a factory behind a middle school in Dallas, Texas. One day, four girls were walking home from the movie theatre that used to be there before the school. When they were in the middle of the field, two girls said they needed to use the restroom. They didn't want to go back to the theatre so they decided to climb over the fence and use the restroom at the factory. The two girls went while the other two stayed to help them over the fence. After twenty minutes, the two remaining girls heard deadly screams from their friends. They ran and their friends were never seen again. Today, the factory still remains and it is said if you cross the fence border, you too will never be seen again. Submitted by Laura

 

Here's one I heard on the radio from a woman who told her story about seeing a ghost, which is scary: A few years ago, the woman and her family had just moved to a new house somewhere in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia. One night, her baby son was crying so she got out of bed and went to see him. Suddenly, the baby stopped crying. The woman knew that he must have fallen asleep so she went back to bed. A few hours later, the baby cried again, so she got up and went over to check again. As she opened the door to her son's room, she saw a boy, about 6 or 7 years old, calming the baby down. When he saw the woman, he disappeared. The woman was shocked and later told her neighbours what happened. The neighbours already knew about the ghost and told her that there was a boy who died from an illness, about 80 years ago, and was buried under the exact place where her baby son's room is.

 

Here's what I want to do, I am gonna start a story and I want to see how far we can take it, I'm asking for everyone to add to my story. Let's see where we can go with it.  How creative can we be?



The sky was getting dark and the rain starts to fall. The roads quickly turn to a shiny sheet of glassy reflections as the cars whip by. The sirens sound in the distance  grows nearer and the flashing red and blue lights become clear behind the red pick-up truck. Lightening licks the dark sky showing the deep blue and black clouds. With a loud "crack" startled back into reality she swerves and pulls to the shoulder of a now deserted highway. The cop pulls behind the truck and steps out. His flashlights burns through the windows of her truck."Tap-Tap-Tap" She roles down her window revealing a pudgie, short, bald man wearing glasses.  Wet from head to toe he reminded her of Porky The Pig and she couldn't help but smile. "Whats the problem Officer?" she asked " You have a head light out mam, license and registration please." She reached into the glove box glancing out the windshield. Her stomach tightened and knots formed in the back of her throat. In the dark storm her one head light shinned brightly,  suddenly, both of them . . . seemed to catch just a faint glimpse of something, moving silently in the shadow beyond the stream of light.  "Did you see that?," she asked.  The short, little, piggy cop unsnapped his holster and grabbed the handle of his pistol. Quietly he replied, "yes, yes I did."  He pulled the pistol from the holster and motioned to her with an open palm waving slowly to the ground. The universal signal for "stay here". Her knuckles tightened around the wheel and through clenched teeth she loudly whispered, "no don't go out there."  Her concern caused him to pause.  Maybe she was right.

Nice job I really liked the ending it was ironic and a little funny looking forward to the next one.