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Joe Realist;3621028 said:
i miss casper.
Do You Have a Ghost Story for Halloween?
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i miss casper.
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i have none but i read a prank on zug a few years back and really loved it
http://www.zug.com/pranks/halloween/index02.html
a little tease, gets into the funny, builds and builds until BLAM! To understand this prank, you need to know a little background about me.
1) I'm an insatiable prankster. Nobody in my family tries to prank me because they know it comes back ten times worse. I've driven from PA to SC to prank my sister and brother in-law, just because. I also believe in the escalation of war: you shoot one of my soldiers, I level one of your cities.
2) I'm a big techno geek (otaku no kami-sama for the uber-geeks that read this), so I have resources that most people don't, and I know where to find practically anything.
3) Family are the first people I prank, because I love them. And because I love them, they're the first people I'll protect or stand up for.
Background about the prank: My younger brother, "T," is an assistant manager at a store. The store's "owner" is a man named "Bob," who is the stereotype of the "obnoxious, self-absorbed egotistic boss." He treats his employees like crap and thinks it is his right to. After several months of crap, T was *****ing about it to me over some beers, so I had to take care of my family.
Many things worked to my advantage to make this prank happen. First, Bob the Boss's house was fairly close to mine; behind his house was a small stream, then a large expanse of State Game Lands, and on the other side of the game lands was a road and then my house. Hiking (geocaching) is a hobby, so I'm always in the woods and know my way through it easily.
The idea was hatched in early January to make him think his house was built on Indian burial grounds, the rest of the month was planning the stages, and then I started.
First I had to plant a seed in Bob's mind to get him thinking about it. I couldn't just call him up and say, "Hey, your house is built on Indian graves." So I looked up the staff directory at the local paper, which has a monthly section about local haunted houses or businesses. It's total nonsense, but because they have that section, it helped me.
I had my brother leave that section of the paper open at work so the boss would see it. Two days later, I called Bob at home and claimed I was from the paper and doing a story about haunted sights. I claimed I had some information that suggested his house might be of interest and set up a meeting.
I went to his house with poorly traced aerial maps of his house, beat-up copies of USGS maps (they're online for the entire country, good for geocaching), and "photocopies" of an old survey that showed a settlement with the area near his house marked as ceremonial. I also gave Bob a copy of a brief history of some made-up Indian tribe (the Picardatee, yay Star Trek). The rest of the time I just BS'ed the moron and led him to believe I was writing a story. I chose the name of a person who had left the paper, in case he called to ask about the story; "Sorry, Tom doesn't work here anymore," etc.
I let things go for a month before moving on. I didn't care if he thought the story about his house was true, the point was to plant the seed in his head. About fifty yards behind Bob's house was a small knoll just before the woods and creek. This was the center point of everything. In March, Bob started having T mow his lawn (yeah, T's a bit of a ***** and doesn't say no). But it worked just fine since I had T start "treating" his yard.
Right in front of the knoll I had him yellow the grass in three grave-sized rectangles (white vinegar in a spray bottle once a week doesn't quite kill the grass, but gets it nice and yellow). Around the graves I had him use some weed n' feed to make the grass grow just a little bit faster and give it a nice, healthy dark green color.
Now Bob also had a little yappy dog, so at this time I would go over just when it was dark and stand at the edge of the woods blowing a dog whistle. His little ****zu would start flipping out at the back door. Bob would let it out and I'd stop. He'd bring the dog back in and just as the door closed, I would blow the whistle again. I'd keep this up for 20 minutes and do it a couple of times a week.
In April, I escalated again. Early in the morning before it was light and Bob was still sleeping, I'd go over and leave muddy footprints on his back patio. I grabbed a bucket of mud from the creek and started with just a pair of muddy prints at the edge. Then the prints started getting closer to his door, or it would look like someone ran across the patio. It didn't matter if it rained the night before, it was always muddy footprints.
By this time, the grass treatments were fully noticeable and the muddy footprints were being mentioned at work. T would come over to my house, laughing so hard he was crying. All Bob was talking about was trying to figure out how these footprints kept showing up. He's not totally dumb, and figured someone was trying to mess with him. But he was dumb enough to mention that he was going to set up motion detectors and lights.
Those were easy enough to get around, because he mounted them low enough that I could reach up and partially unscrew the light bulbs. All I had to do was approach from alongside the house, so I could slip under the motion detector. After a bit, he checked and fixed the lights, but always he would mention it at work so my brother would find out and tell me. Since T was also mowing the lawn, usually when Bob wasn't there, he would help unscrew the light bulbs if he needed to.
In May, I kept the footprints and the dog whistle (which was really starting to annoy Bob), and started leaving stacks of branches in three piles just on top of the "graves." Bob would tell T to "get rid of that creepy ****" when he mowed, but every week I'd have it back in place. By now, Bob started getting jumpy at any little thing. All the employees caught on that it was REALLY easy to startle or scare him. It became a game at work to see how much they could make him jump in a day.
June rolled around, and I amped up the creep factor. On my trips or when T was mowing, we would spread bird seed all over the fake graves. Now when Bob looked out his back window, he would see birds congregating on the knoll. It wasn't much at first, but more and more birds started showing up, till it would look like the little knoll was covered.
I also sprayed deer estrus (doe heat urine) on the trees around the knoll. Since the State Game Lands were out his back door, there were plenty of young buck making their way to his yard. They started rutting against the trees and posturing with each other. It was a literal stag-fest in his back yard. The new joke at work was all about Bob's stag parties at home.
I let all this coast till the end of July. It was around this time that Bob installed an infrared camera above the motion detector lights, to figure out who was leaving the footprints. Of course T heard about it and warned me ahead of time. I had to think about this one for a bit, but I came up with a solution that made everything creepier. I could still sneak along the house and get under the camera without it seeing me. I put a bright LED and small battery on the end of a piece of fishing line. I swung it in an arc back and forth over the patio real quick, so it would look like a mystery light was hovering around out there. Then I just simply covered the camera with my hat, made the footprints, left the pile of sticks and grabbed my hat quick to sneak away.
Bob was flipping out the next day at work. He was calling everybody in to check out his video and nobody could figure out what was happening. Just a small bright light flashing around and then darkness before everything came back again. Finding this out just fueled everything more for me. I was loving this more than anything.
A few nights later, my brother came out with me to help. This time we tied a bunch of LED's together and zipped them in front of the camera. Once I blacked out the camera we left dozens of tracks across his patio and also planted three fairly large branches straight into the ground at the head of each of the "graves." After we uncovered the lens, we used one led to zip around before it just zipped out of view and left. T said the next day that the video was perfect and the creepiest thing he ever saw. Now Bob was scared to go to sleep and avoiding anything to do in his back yard.
Now we were in the middle of August and I had to rachet up the creep factor again. I have two wicked cats that spend their nights hunting any little creature they can find. I had to nail the cat door shut because they kept bringing their presents home to sit on the living room or kitchen floor. It was mostly mice, but occasional birds, moles and such. I would just toss them in the garbage until one twisted morning when I decided to start saving them. I put a garbage bag in our second freezer, and would pick up the dead creatures with a sandwich bag and add them to the garbage bag. I know I'm messed up, I make no excuses, but it was going to pay off.
I left the camera alone for a week and a half, then took the infrared LED's from several remotes and wired them together to flare up the camera (too much light at once overloads the camera briefly, like a bright flash makes you lose your vision). T came over again, and this time I would flare up the camera and he would run through and drop some dead mice and such. We did this about 5 or 6 times, and had his patio covered in tiny corpses.
The next day Bob was literally twitching, and would jump if someone talked loudly. He would talk about the little bodies, "hundreds of them, they were all mangled, just hundreds." He refused to stay at his home that night and only went home to get clothes before going to a hotel. It was 3 more days before Bob went home for the night and he apparently didn't sleep at all, just kept watching out the back window. He was caught sleeping at his desk for the next several days.
I let him get somewhat comfortable again. Once T said that Bob was acting more relaxed at work, I got back to work. This next time I had to get more involved, dressing myself as a Native American. I hit up eBay for a costume like Dancing with Wolves (full wolf head over mine), body paint, loincloth, etc. T came over and flared up the camera so I could step in front of it on the patio. Where I stood I left two perfect mud prints. I just stood in front of the camera perfectly still. T flared the camera again and I moved out of sight. Another flare up and I appeared back in frame holding a rack from a buck, which I bent over and placed on the ground before I disappeared again.
We snuck back to the woods and I proceeded to beat on a drum and blow on the dog whistle till lights went on in the house. When we were slipping off in the woods, we could hear the yappy mutt barking and Bob screaming, "Leave me alone, PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Nothing could make me happier.
Since September, I've slowed things down. But the prank isn't over yet. Halloween is coming, and we have Bob thinking something is out to get him. We had a hilarious idea to finish the prank by waking him up around midnight with a lone Indian kneeling on his patio, drum beats echoing in the woods. We cracked ourselves up as we thought of getting a few other people to dress up in costumes as well, luring him outside, then dragging him to a dug out grave. The terror of being thrown into a grave with dirt thrown on him. And just as quickly, everyone running back into the woods and going silent.
The buildup grows every week. Terror makes a great climax.
http://www.zug.com/pranks/halloween/index02.html
a little tease, gets into the funny, builds and builds until BLAM! To understand this prank, you need to know a little background about me.
1) I'm an insatiable prankster. Nobody in my family tries to prank me because they know it comes back ten times worse. I've driven from PA to SC to prank my sister and brother in-law, just because. I also believe in the escalation of war: you shoot one of my soldiers, I level one of your cities.
2) I'm a big techno geek (otaku no kami-sama for the uber-geeks that read this), so I have resources that most people don't, and I know where to find practically anything.
3) Family are the first people I prank, because I love them. And because I love them, they're the first people I'll protect or stand up for.
Background about the prank: My younger brother, "T," is an assistant manager at a store. The store's "owner" is a man named "Bob," who is the stereotype of the "obnoxious, self-absorbed egotistic boss." He treats his employees like crap and thinks it is his right to. After several months of crap, T was *****ing about it to me over some beers, so I had to take care of my family.
Many things worked to my advantage to make this prank happen. First, Bob the Boss's house was fairly close to mine; behind his house was a small stream, then a large expanse of State Game Lands, and on the other side of the game lands was a road and then my house. Hiking (geocaching) is a hobby, so I'm always in the woods and know my way through it easily.
The idea was hatched in early January to make him think his house was built on Indian burial grounds, the rest of the month was planning the stages, and then I started.
First I had to plant a seed in Bob's mind to get him thinking about it. I couldn't just call him up and say, "Hey, your house is built on Indian graves." So I looked up the staff directory at the local paper, which has a monthly section about local haunted houses or businesses. It's total nonsense, but because they have that section, it helped me.
I had my brother leave that section of the paper open at work so the boss would see it. Two days later, I called Bob at home and claimed I was from the paper and doing a story about haunted sights. I claimed I had some information that suggested his house might be of interest and set up a meeting.
I went to his house with poorly traced aerial maps of his house, beat-up copies of USGS maps (they're online for the entire country, good for geocaching), and "photocopies" of an old survey that showed a settlement with the area near his house marked as ceremonial. I also gave Bob a copy of a brief history of some made-up Indian tribe (the Picardatee, yay Star Trek). The rest of the time I just BS'ed the moron and led him to believe I was writing a story. I chose the name of a person who had left the paper, in case he called to ask about the story; "Sorry, Tom doesn't work here anymore," etc.
I let things go for a month before moving on. I didn't care if he thought the story about his house was true, the point was to plant the seed in his head. About fifty yards behind Bob's house was a small knoll just before the woods and creek. This was the center point of everything. In March, Bob started having T mow his lawn (yeah, T's a bit of a ***** and doesn't say no). But it worked just fine since I had T start "treating" his yard.
Right in front of the knoll I had him yellow the grass in three grave-sized rectangles (white vinegar in a spray bottle once a week doesn't quite kill the grass, but gets it nice and yellow). Around the graves I had him use some weed n' feed to make the grass grow just a little bit faster and give it a nice, healthy dark green color.
Now Bob also had a little yappy dog, so at this time I would go over just when it was dark and stand at the edge of the woods blowing a dog whistle. His little ****zu would start flipping out at the back door. Bob would let it out and I'd stop. He'd bring the dog back in and just as the door closed, I would blow the whistle again. I'd keep this up for 20 minutes and do it a couple of times a week.
In April, I escalated again. Early in the morning before it was light and Bob was still sleeping, I'd go over and leave muddy footprints on his back patio. I grabbed a bucket of mud from the creek and started with just a pair of muddy prints at the edge. Then the prints started getting closer to his door, or it would look like someone ran across the patio. It didn't matter if it rained the night before, it was always muddy footprints.
By this time, the grass treatments were fully noticeable and the muddy footprints were being mentioned at work. T would come over to my house, laughing so hard he was crying. All Bob was talking about was trying to figure out how these footprints kept showing up. He's not totally dumb, and figured someone was trying to mess with him. But he was dumb enough to mention that he was going to set up motion detectors and lights.
Those were easy enough to get around, because he mounted them low enough that I could reach up and partially unscrew the light bulbs. All I had to do was approach from alongside the house, so I could slip under the motion detector. After a bit, he checked and fixed the lights, but always he would mention it at work so my brother would find out and tell me. Since T was also mowing the lawn, usually when Bob wasn't there, he would help unscrew the light bulbs if he needed to.
In May, I kept the footprints and the dog whistle (which was really starting to annoy Bob), and started leaving stacks of branches in three piles just on top of the "graves." Bob would tell T to "get rid of that creepy ****" when he mowed, but every week I'd have it back in place. By now, Bob started getting jumpy at any little thing. All the employees caught on that it was REALLY easy to startle or scare him. It became a game at work to see how much they could make him jump in a day.
June rolled around, and I amped up the creep factor. On my trips or when T was mowing, we would spread bird seed all over the fake graves. Now when Bob looked out his back window, he would see birds congregating on the knoll. It wasn't much at first, but more and more birds started showing up, till it would look like the little knoll was covered.
I also sprayed deer estrus (doe heat urine) on the trees around the knoll. Since the State Game Lands were out his back door, there were plenty of young buck making their way to his yard. They started rutting against the trees and posturing with each other. It was a literal stag-fest in his back yard. The new joke at work was all about Bob's stag parties at home.
I let all this coast till the end of July. It was around this time that Bob installed an infrared camera above the motion detector lights, to figure out who was leaving the footprints. Of course T heard about it and warned me ahead of time. I had to think about this one for a bit, but I came up with a solution that made everything creepier. I could still sneak along the house and get under the camera without it seeing me. I put a bright LED and small battery on the end of a piece of fishing line. I swung it in an arc back and forth over the patio real quick, so it would look like a mystery light was hovering around out there. Then I just simply covered the camera with my hat, made the footprints, left the pile of sticks and grabbed my hat quick to sneak away.
Bob was flipping out the next day at work. He was calling everybody in to check out his video and nobody could figure out what was happening. Just a small bright light flashing around and then darkness before everything came back again. Finding this out just fueled everything more for me. I was loving this more than anything.
A few nights later, my brother came out with me to help. This time we tied a bunch of LED's together and zipped them in front of the camera. Once I blacked out the camera we left dozens of tracks across his patio and also planted three fairly large branches straight into the ground at the head of each of the "graves." After we uncovered the lens, we used one led to zip around before it just zipped out of view and left. T said the next day that the video was perfect and the creepiest thing he ever saw. Now Bob was scared to go to sleep and avoiding anything to do in his back yard.
Now we were in the middle of August and I had to rachet up the creep factor again. I have two wicked cats that spend their nights hunting any little creature they can find. I had to nail the cat door shut because they kept bringing their presents home to sit on the living room or kitchen floor. It was mostly mice, but occasional birds, moles and such. I would just toss them in the garbage until one twisted morning when I decided to start saving them. I put a garbage bag in our second freezer, and would pick up the dead creatures with a sandwich bag and add them to the garbage bag. I know I'm messed up, I make no excuses, but it was going to pay off.
I left the camera alone for a week and a half, then took the infrared LED's from several remotes and wired them together to flare up the camera (too much light at once overloads the camera briefly, like a bright flash makes you lose your vision). T came over again, and this time I would flare up the camera and he would run through and drop some dead mice and such. We did this about 5 or 6 times, and had his patio covered in tiny corpses.
The next day Bob was literally twitching, and would jump if someone talked loudly. He would talk about the little bodies, "hundreds of them, they were all mangled, just hundreds." He refused to stay at his home that night and only went home to get clothes before going to a hotel. It was 3 more days before Bob went home for the night and he apparently didn't sleep at all, just kept watching out the back window. He was caught sleeping at his desk for the next several days.
I let him get somewhat comfortable again. Once T said that Bob was acting more relaxed at work, I got back to work. This next time I had to get more involved, dressing myself as a Native American. I hit up eBay for a costume like Dancing with Wolves (full wolf head over mine), body paint, loincloth, etc. T came over and flared up the camera so I could step in front of it on the patio. Where I stood I left two perfect mud prints. I just stood in front of the camera perfectly still. T flared the camera again and I moved out of sight. Another flare up and I appeared back in frame holding a rack from a buck, which I bent over and placed on the ground before I disappeared again.
We snuck back to the woods and I proceeded to beat on a drum and blow on the dog whistle till lights went on in the house. When we were slipping off in the woods, we could hear the yappy mutt barking and Bob screaming, "Leave me alone, PLEASE, LEAVE ME ALONE!" Nothing could make me happier.
Since September, I've slowed things down. But the prank isn't over yet. Halloween is coming, and we have Bob thinking something is out to get him. We had a hilarious idea to finish the prank by waking him up around midnight with a lone Indian kneeling on his patio, drum beats echoing in the woods. We cracked ourselves up as we thought of getting a few other people to dress up in costumes as well, luring him outside, then dragging him to a dug out grave. The terror of being thrown into a grave with dirt thrown on him. And just as quickly, everyone running back into the woods and going silent.
The buildup grows every week. Terror makes a great climax.
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I hope "Bob" dosn't own a shotgun.
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I hope this Sunday isnt scary for the Cowboy fans. I might be hiding under some blankets.