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The Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Four



Estimated reading time — 7 minutes

If you haven’t read my previous posts, please read stories onetwo and three.

Hey guys, after many PMs asking for an update, I decided to bring you up to speed on whats going on. But first, here is the screenshot of the desktop picture that Rose/her cult put on my laptop. I haven’t been able to find the original photo or any kind of a hidden file. Woman on the left is my mother holding me, and woman on the right is her friend holding my childhood friend. We do not know who the child on the left or woman way in the back are. None of them remember this picture ever being taken.

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So after I told my mom what was going on, she talked to y grandma. Grandma didn’t tell her much but my mom had a feeling that she got upset after hearing what was happening. I decided to call my grandma and after much begging, I got this story out of her.

My grandma was born in Croatia but grew up in Bosnia. She was the kind of a child who’d spend every waking our outside playing, exploring, etc. Her favorite play spot was down by the river not too far from where she lived. She’d often go there with her friends, but on this particular day, none of her friends came along. She went there anyways. She was doing her traditional build-a-fortress-in-the-sand thing, when she heard someone calling. She looked to the road nearby (the only place where anyone could come from, there was only one path to the beach) but nobody was there. She shrugged it off and kept playing. She heard the call again. “Dana.” She looked around. Nothing. “DANA!” She jumped, terrified, and ran to the road to see what in the fuck was going on, but nobody was there. She thought one of her friends was fucking with her and decided to turn around and go back to the fortress. Then she saw him. It was a man, of above average height, maybe 6’4”, dressed in the suit and one of those hats that gentlemen wore in thirties. He had a dark, dark black suit on with white dress shirt underneath and a black tie. Holding a cane. Thing is, he was standing in the water knee deep. In a suit that probably cost arm and a leg at that time. She was taken aback, but as any curious kid, she decided to check what was going on. She walked up to the border where waves were ending. He was still standing in the water. “Yes, mister?” she asked politely.

“I got something for you.”

“Yea? What’s that?”

Well, as predictable as the story may be getting, it is unfortunately fucking true. It was an orange. My grandma grew up in wealthy-ish family and even in the tough economic times, she had an abundance of fruit, so the orange wasn’t causing a “wow” factor in her.

“Uh… Thanks mister, but I just had lunch. You can give it to someone else.”

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“No, no Dana, this one is specially for you.” He tilted his head to the side and for a second she thought his hat would fall into the river. It didn’t. He still held an orange in his other hand, offering it.

“But I don’t want it.”

“You take it, and you take it now.” My grandma’s been through a lot of shit. World war II and Bosnian war. She’s seen shit man. But she said she’s never seen something as scary as that man’s face that day. She was a child and therefore very impressionable with vivid imagination, but she swears that when he said that, his eyes (the white part not the pupils) got much darker and she could see the anger on his face, although he had somewhat of a grin on.

She started running away. She stopped and turned around to look if he was chasing her. He was just standing there, looking after her. She said she could see the darkness going away from his eyes. He put the orange back into his pocket, turned to the side, and started walking away. Through the fucking river. Like step by step, with his cane, just walking like he was on the street.

My grandma was scared for a while, but after few years, he was just a memory that was rarely recalled.

My grandma gave birth to my mom in ’52. It was a happy day because my mom was her first child. Birth went fairly easily, but she was kept in the hospital for few days. Last night before she was released, the man in the black suit came back. Almost 20 years later. She was sleeping (she had a room to herself). She woke up because light came on in her room. In scary movies, you hear the noise but there is nobody there, then suddenly they jump you from behind. Yea, that didn’t happen. She opened her eyes, and he was just standing there in the middle of the room. The same man, same suit, same hat. Not a day older than how he looked 20 years ago.

Orange in his hand.

“You did good.”

“What…what do you want from me?”

“You brought her.”

“Who? What do you want?”

“You only now have to take this, and it will all be over.” He was showing an orange, smiling. It wasn’t a crazy grin, just an almost friendly smile.

“I don’t want anything from you. Leave or I’ll scream.”

Well, that’s when he pulled the Rose shit. He tilted his head to the side, put the scariest grin on his face revealing the whitest teeth you’ll ever see. He started speaking in the voice of a 10-12 year old child.

“But Dana, you don’t know.”

“GET OUT!”

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“He will take it.” As he said that with his child voice, he lost the grin, put his head back in normal position, turned around and walked away. Before he got out of the room, he turned the light off. She never told anyone about this man until I pulled it out of her.

It’s been little more than 30 years since then until she saw him one last time. It was war in Bosnia. Country demolished by politician assholes who just wanted money. You know how wars work. Anyways, times were tough. Food supply was extremely limited. My grandma and grandpa would go days without eating. They’d hunt pigeons on the balcony and shit. That bad. But then, an orange started appearing on their doorstep every day. One orange, in the center of the welcome rug. She remembers how bright it was compared to the grayness surrounding them. She’d throw every single one of those fuckers out. My grandpa was confused as to why she’d throw away perfectly good food in times like these, but she wouldn’t tell him. Until they showed up. Yes, they. The man in black and…well, Rose. It was ’93. They were bombing the shit out of their town that day and nobody would even so much as stick their head through the window, let alone walk out. But my grandparents heard knocking. They thought someone had finally come to take care of them. Knowing that intruder would enter anyways if they really wanted to, they opened. On their left, the same man was standing. Same black suit, same hat, same cane. Same age. More than 50 years later. Next to him was a woman in red shoes, white dress, long black hair, extremely pale skin color, and a lipstick so bright it would make you nostalgic for the grayness of wartime. She had her head tilted too, smiling ear to ear.

“Hello Dana.” She spoke in a voice my grandma says could only belong to a very, very young girl.

“What the fuck is this?” My grandpa asked. Immediately, both of these people’s (I still call them people) faces lost grins and looked at my grandpa.

“You may want to be silent.” Rose spoke in her original, adult voice (or what my grandma assumes would be her natural voice.)

My grandpa had been shot at, tortured, starved, but he never felt the fear like that. He lost his voice and shut the hell up.

Their grins returned, head tilted, teeth popped out shiny as ever.

“Where is he?” Rose asked her in her childish version of a voice.

“Who? What do you want from us? We have nothing!”

“Don’t do this. Just tell us where.” Seemed like Rose was losing patience.

“But who?”

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“Your grandson.” Her eyes pierced my grandma’s soul. She felt blood freeze in her veins.

“He…he is not here. He is in Montenegro.” She though that whoever these people are, they’d give up once they found that her grandson (presumably me) has moved away hundreds of miles away.

They produced even wider smiles, if that was actually possible. They turned around almost synchronized, and walked away. My grandparent watched them leave over the balcony. Bullets were flying around, bombs falling everywhere, and they were just walking down the street with no fucks given. Heads still tilted. They could see them smiling.

So, I’ll be the first to call it. Bullshit. Bullshit bullshit bullshit. This is becoming a fairy tale. This ain’t happening man. Yea. I’m with you. Had I read it here or anywhere else, I’d enjoy the story then tell OP to go fuck himself for trying to convince me this shit is real.

But, this shit is real.

I have no logical explanation for it. Are they a cult? Maybe. Why don’t they age? Why are they everywhere? Why are they following everyone I know? Fuck me if I know.

 

Credit To – Milos Bogetic

NOTE: This is the fourth in a series of several popular Reddit posts documenting some seriously creepy experiences. We are publishing them here with express permission of Milos Bogetic aka inaaace, the original poster. The story is in multiple parts, and will be published completely over the next few days – much like what I did with the ‘Bedtime’ series earlier this year. After the stories have all gone up, I’ll edit each post with links to the other parts.

The OP has finished the book that he promised during his successful kickstarter project.

You can find the paperback and Kindle e-book versions here: The Story of Her Holding an Orange by Milos Bogetic  – full disclosure: our referral link is included.

I know that this will not be new material for all of you, but for those of you who – like myself – don’t use Reddit, I wanted to post it so that you guys could enjoy it as much as I did after having it brought to my attention. Thanks again to Milos for letting me post it, and enjoy!

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129 thoughts on “The Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Four”

  1. Weird… But bear with me here.
    In the Philippines, we have a lot of myths surrounding superficial beings widely simplified as “Enkanto” and that some would lure people into their world by enticing you, saying stuff like “come here” or “come and live with us”.
    Those who choose to come with these entities end up in some majestic place that can only be compared to the likeness of Heaven. (apparently they appear human but elven in nature)
    Afterwards, you get to enjoy a tour of that realm and soon you will be offered “food” and the promise of immortality when consumed but it comes with a disclaimer.
    If you accept and eat their “food”, you will remain in that place forever.
    If you choose not to eat however, they will send you back immediately (with a heavy heart according to some stories) to reality, apparently with some time travelling effects too because you discover you’ve been gone missing (some stories say asleep) for days or weeks (I haven’t heard of years) according to relatives and pretty much everyone in the village, while you insist that it was only hours for you.

    I don’t believe in any of this but I grew up on them and later started sounding a lot like the Elves of LOTR or maybe like the Summerset Isles of the Elder Scrolls.

    Anyway, this old man and later the lady both offering an orange, almost forcing it, to the young girl until she’s gray is just crazy and thought maybe the outcome from accepting the orange would be somewhat similar to this myth but with a more sinister twist.

  2. good try at fiction… but sadly not a strong story… More of a campfire quality really… If you work at it some more it would be great…

    Also this is fiction its not real.. The book is even listed as fiction based story.

  3. I just read the previous 3 parts of the story and when i was half way done with the fourth part, my cousin walks into my room with three oranges and offers me out of the blue. i just sat there staring at the oranges, freaked out, giggling and crying. and then she spit it in half and put it on my table. She was confused as to why i started squealing right after she brought the oranges. Such coincidence…

  4. NOW I GET IT!!! if you take/eat the orange, you become one of “it” and go around trying to force everyone to eat the orange, so this world will be completley crouded with “it” (it as in those weird people)

  5. Symbolic Meaning of the Fruit ‘Orange’


    HybridAthletics answered 10 months ago
    An orange fruit that was offered in ancient times (Sameria), and if accepted represented a willingness to give ones soul to the keeper (Lord of darkness, Anunnaki). This was marked by incessant offerings (sometimes over many years) usually by a witch serving the the ancient deity. Under no circumstance were you to accept the orange or your soul would be forfeit. This of course is just Samerian lore and might mean other things in different cultures.
    Source(s):
    I have my doctorate in Samerian mythology and have a love for Enki lore (Samerian high deity). “

  6. Here’s my issue with this. I don’t think this type of stuff’s realness or fakeness should be lied about, not even to sell your story. I think the world and life are confusing enough for people as it is, without us speculating amongst ourselves what is and isn’t true for money/sales. If this is true we need to know this threat is real and help each other. If not, you might be scaring people who are already on the edge.

    Humouring you about this being true – if you are selfish and want to get rid of it… previous generations became rid of it as soon as they had kids. It would buy you safe time to figure it out before it came after your kid. Right now you’d be near paralyzed by threat.

    Don’t get yourself locked up into prison or an institution. Someone else suggested this is safe, but it is in fact just cornering yourself. You have no reason to believe she cannot appear wherever she likes.

    Clearly you and your girlfriend have something they want.

    The question isn’t about what she IS doing, it’s what she’s NOT doing. She can kill or harm you, she can force the orange into your hands. She’s clearly not weak. So why is scaring and intimidating you all she is doing?

  7. Next time ask her what will happen if you take the orange. If she says the usual BLAH BLAH BLAH or nothing at all keep pestering her with the question. There has to be something, maybe a tragedy? You say your mum was friends with her, so maybe she knew her surname? Do some research in a library (DO NOT DO IT AT HOME!)I know you won’t find anything but it’s worth a search. If you don’t find it target her with questions about her life and her past tragedies. She’ll get mad sooner or later!

  8. Ask her, calmly, what will happen if you take the orange. If she doesn’t reply, or says some BLAH, BLAH, BLAH keep asking her and asking her for an answer. Tell her you deserve to know what is happening. If your mother was friends with her, then she should know her surname. You could do research on her and next time target her with her tragedy. I doubt you’ll find anything ’bout her but it’s worth a search. You bet she’s not stalking you for nothing, something happened. You should target her with questions about her life, she’ll get mad sooner or later. That’s at your own risk of course!

  9. I’ll try to find info on oranges and cuts and such, maybe I can talk to my aunts, uncles and grandmother half my family are druids, so I might find some info that can be useful

  10. its pretty fucking obvious that the girl in the back is rose

    if you look closely you will see the bent neck….so therefor…. she is one creepy bitch

  11. You should really study that picture closely cause I think you’ve been stalk you’re whole life. “Rose” was just waiting for the right time talk to the friend in the picture and if you can go back to that place cause it might be where this all started and good luck

  12. anon of the globe

    does anyone else get the arukenimon/ mummymon duo feeling here? not actually dangerous but still worth fretting over

  13. loook, if this is true .. i’ve gotta offer some solutions.
    1- you can take the orange and see what happens … im not suring about burning it cause if you did .. it would start a war cause maybe they wouldn’t like that.
    2- YOU CAN go to some spiritious people … people who know stuff about the other world. spirits do exist.
    3- you can put some servalience cameras and stuff .. you know catching the stuff that goes on.. making people believe ..
    4- you can go lock youself .. you and your gf.. remmber final destination 2? that girl locked herself in a room in some hospital cause she thought death was after her after alex died.
    5- you can get closer to god … idon’t know about your religion … but maybe rose and that guy are obsseessed ..
    i know what im saying might be crazy .. but don’t blame me .. your story drives me nuts …
    i believe in this shit .. but all i can say .. Pray for god. pray for solace.
    even within some time , it’s found this story is untrue .. well, congratulations .. you won an oscar.

    1. ahh .. and please if it’s true..
      keep up with the updates. im really worried about the two of you.
      you know.. posting means you’re still well…. safe and sound.

  14. There’s something important i have to say!!! In the picture of your mother and friend, look at their shadows, okay now look a little bit higher, there is a shadow of someone else and it seems that that person is standing behind the woman in the orange. I am so scared for you, good luck

  15. Maybe this is something paranormal. They didn’t age for over fifty years. This is really creepy and I hope you get help if this is real.

  16. TheIntimateAvenger

    Damn it! Another broken link! How can I fully enjoy this tale if I can’t see the friggin pictures?!

    1. Not at the moment. We lost them during the Great Database Fart this past week. I have the photos, but they’re on a computer that’s currently packed up. In a few more days, they should all be restored. For now, please continue to drop comments if you see a post with missing images – not all images were affected, so it will help me know whose submissions I need to track down (and hope that they haven’t deleted their images off their hosts yet).

  17. It might be my black white device which is the problem but behind them in the photo is a woman with a blank face!

  18. Oh no we really need to talk! I MEAN SERIOUSLY WE NEED TO TALK. THIS IS NOT THE FIRST TIME I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU AND ABOUT THIS ROSE WOMAN WITH AN ORANGE. this needs to be done.

  19. Those people….. Rose and the man with black suit and tie…. They can’t be human! I’m not joking, man…. This is giving me the shit-bumps, I’m telling you! Those folks cannot be human!

  20. Humans are such utterly foolish creatures. I’ve seen countless many foolish people, but that Rose and her Man is the most foolish of all. A human mad with desire is more fearsome than any demon….

    and yet I adore foolish people…
    COME TO ME…

  21. the scariest part was when you mentioned montenegro cause i lived there a few years back and something wierd happed at the beach in a little shed but i was 8 so its hard to remember but all i do remember is in this shed was a fliped over matress and in the back was a closet and a curtan for a door and when i got close to the curtan it started blowing like it was in a hurican!

  22. I’m really enjoying this, but it would be a lot better if the author stopped insisting that its true.
    We all know it isn’t, but that doesn’t make it any less good. So just stop going on about it.

  23. Charles McWells

    I had youtube playing in the background and the second I clicked on the photo to enlarge it, the video stopped…creepy

  24. I don’t know if anyone else has noticed this(i haven’t read other comments) but to me, the boy to the left looks a lot like he’s holding his hand out with something round in it and his head is slightly tilted to the left?? Coincidence?

  25. In the picture look to the shadow on the left, there is a child with a tilted head maybe ot has something to do with the girl?

  26. this is bullshit okay but i beleve(sorry for shit speling)that this is true ether way if this is reall i will be shiting my pants if i was in his shouse rhit now but still this is enteresting(sorry for eny speling guys).

  27. Great story but I would like to take this chance to say that I don’t believe it for a second. I mean, the guy wrote a fucking book about it. Good for him and all but I just can’t bring myself to believing it.

    I would like to add though, that if this were a real situation it would be great if he just started fucking with them. They obviously need him and his gf so I don’t think they’d do anything to them.

    He should do something like pull down his pants and yell helicopter at the top of his lungs every time these fuckers show up, just to see their response.
    A crazy thought, I know but come on, would they want to have anything to do with a guy whos obviously at least as crazy as them.

    Just food for thought

  28. I know why they’re following you. the answers been staring you right in the face. Obviously they want to injure and/or kill you. DUUUHHHHHH!!!!!

  29. I’m a freelance investigator. It seems to me to be some sort of cult. Well not a cult maybe. But lets think for a minute about the info gathered. Ask yourself some questions on this. Lets say your telling the truth. Well first order of business. If she has an ability or tool to get through locked buildings, take action. Get an alarm placed in. Make sure you have at least 3 other people with you at ALL times. You need to take a picture of this woman. That is essential to your survival. If it is too late for that. Than you become the hunter. Right now your in a prey state. You are the rabbit running from a vulture with a orange in its mouth. Now go off the info you have. You need to hunt this lady down. Find out how she gets around so fast. Stay safe, e-mail me if you have any further info to share. I will help you. Stay calm, evaluate your surroundings, you are being watched.

  30. angel of death

    after finding out that this is a book (which it is) i am almost certain that it is fake. great story though.

  31. In the picture, there’s a shadow standing behind the woman in orange but there’s no one actually standing there?

  32. “She thought one of her friends was fucking with her”

    Now, I am pretty sure that unless someone is unconscious, they should be aware if they are having coitus with someone or not…

    Turning serious, this is getting kinda boring. -.-‘

  33. ever try to take the orange just to see what they do or try to open it completely… dont eat it just open it or try to smash it make orange juice and spill it on them try things experament with it :)

  34. Dude I’m scared add fuck for u Wright now I wish my friend never introduced me to creepy pasta .I literally can’t sleep after reading the scary shut you two have gone through right now I’m hiding under my sheets cause.well I know it will only happen to u but IM afraid that if I come out now shell be their staring at me. I have a puddle of sweat all over me IM scared for you man hope you get through this

  35. Just a note – for those of you attempting to post spoilers, you’re wasting your time. Please remember that comments are moderated (so for that one person in particular who attempted to post their spoiler like five times before they finally grasped that it wasn’t going through, there’s your explanation).

  36. K I don’t know if I’m seeing things but I think that shadow in the picture moved like two feet from where I saw it yesterday! It was next to the light post thing and now it’s like two feet the other way. Am I seeing things?

  37. Wow, I am extremely captivated with your story. Please keep updating/posting! Also have you ever considered consulting a psychic??? I would assume that a good one would have insight into the paranormal you are experiencing…or maybe trying to use a ouija board to communicate further? Altho iv heard that can make things worse in some cases…good luck to you both and please keep posting!

  38. Hello, I want to say…I know how you feel, Not the thing watching me and all…But i know that smile, I have a friend who is slightly crazy with Multiple personality disorder. And god I’ve seen this once she was muttering about demons and how they were taking her over it was so scary and he turned her head smiling it was fucking creepy i sat with her a half an hour watching her laugh and giggle about demons…I don’t think its a cult…My dad said when he was little he had something follow him and stop and grin at him when he stopped. Demons to me are evil not haven or hell but evil things who do harm….I know you don’t believe this nor ever will but I’m not lieing on this…If you want idk if you see my email I’ll get it to in the nest post if you want…Thank you

  39. Anonymous(the one that said "Dont take the orange". I'll call myself SadieGal)

    If you look in your picture, you can plainly see an extra shadow behind you guys. It’s not any of yours because yours are more to the bottom right. The shadow also looks like it’s a man with a gun on his back. So who is standing directly behind you, and wouldnt we see him?
    Unless it’s the old guy with his cane on his back…

  40. In my knowledge of things like this…all I really have to say is:
    Dont
    Take
    The
    Orange.
    Even someone like me who studies magick and stuff like this, this makes no sense whatsoever…
    I feel for you, bro.

  41. Idk if it’s me but I think there might be someones behind you guys. I see a shadow on the ground right behind your mom’s friend. Maybe someone could be following you back then.

  42. I don’t usually believe horror stories about the paranormal but recently my uncle moved to a new house with his wife and 3 children. He told me when we visited them that taps and showers are turning on, they can hear footsteps running up and down the stairs. Its defiantly not the children as they are all under 10 and all of this happens from 2-4am. The worst part was that once when the footsteps were really loud he went downstairs to check it out and obviously he found nothing, he started to watch TV and my auntie when down as he was down there for at least 15 minutes. He told her he couldn’t sleep so he would sit there for a while, this is when he came closer to my ear and whispered that the TV was already on when he came downstairs.

    Scary shizz but now he has moved out as 1 of his daughters claimed to have seen someone near the entrance to the attic. He said that was the last straw and didnt want his kids affected by whatever this was.

  43. 0h.My.G0d.
    This is a reaaaaally good pasta.I’m not sure if it’s true or not,but I like to think that it’s true.
    Did anyone noticed the shadow.The damn SHADOW in the picture behind the lady with the orange shirt?
    The moment I noticed it,I froze. I was sure that there HAD to be something wrong with the picture,so I tried to see all the little details. I hope I’m not the only one who saw the shadow. I’ll stay away from oranges for a while.xD

  44. Finished reading part one to part four just as my 3rd period class was ending. I go out to get lunch and for the first time in forever, they were giving out oranges. Creeped me out a bit.

  45. scared shitless

    I started reading your stories like 20 minutes ago. This is seriously got my attention. Im seriously buying the book when it comes out.

  46. This may seem insane but I would advise taking the orange, some would say it’s better to get it over with than living in fear. They seem quite relentless if they’ve been around this long pressuring you and your relatives with fruit. Whether they’re malevont entities of some sort or crazy cultists or some other I’m betting you should take your chances.

  47. For some reason, when reading these stories all I can think about is this one song by Solar Fields. He does strictly instrumental music EXCEPT for a single song called Magic Eye.

    MAGIC EYE LYRICS

    I woke up and had this strange organic object in my hand (organic object in my hand..)
    I’ve never seen anything quite like this before (before, before.. )
    It opened its eye
    And looked at me and said
    How about an orange? (How about an orange? [2x])

  48. I’m not going to say that it is real or fake but on a chance that it is real, perhaps you could, the next time you see her, keep a camera around and snap a picture of that creepy grin for us to really see what your up against. The creepiness of your parts and the grinning couple is absolutely fantastic. I love the way that it’s written but again, I don’t want to say if it really is real or fake because I just don’t really know. I have seen some scary, paranormal stuff in my short life time but in my opinion, this could be real and I would like to study this orange giving creeper.

  49. Guys, this came from reddit /nosleep/
    Even if this is true or not, the story must sound real and convincing.
    Every author in reddit /nosleep/ should tell his story campfire style.
    No rebutting, no questioning authenticity and no critiquing of writing style.
    And the author should not comment “out of character” also.
    Meaning, everyone should “ride” into the story.
    But since we are in creepypasta, just say if you like the story or not. =)

  50. Milos? You said your family could get in your house right? What if it’s just a prank set up by them? I refuse to believe in the supernatural side of the story, but i mean logically here’s how things could have went…

    As a child, your parents remember you having a nightmare about a woman with an orange. Since it was when you were a child, you don’t remember that it wasn’t real.

    Now, as an adult, your mother decides that she wants to scare you. She remembers the nightmare and decides to bring it back. You think the face is the exact same as your dream because it was so long ago, the details are hazy.

    She uses a key to get into your house and place the orange. Before you called your grandma, she called and gave a heads up to her and told her to make up a story about the woman. Also, she might have called the local police to inform them of the prank so they don’t get involved, which would explain their lack of involvement.

  51. Sorry, but you know the internets rule. Pics or it didn’t happen. And I don’t mean pics of a rotten orange. Again, I find the story to be pretty bland and uneventful, but I’m sure the next part will pick up.

  52. They’re probably going to post a few more parts and when it starts to get really good….
    They’ll stop and tell us to buy the book -_-

    1. Not close.
      Yukari is a sukima, which theorically a girl who’s died in an accident relating to collapsing building/terrain. The girl was trapped between the stones/bricks/whatever so she could only see things through a gap, a hole that was between. Nobody heard her, she died in fear, hunger, thirst and thus became a ghost who wanders in such gaps.

      I think you take the creepiness and ability to move around into consideration, but unfortunately Rose broke in the house by unlocking the door.

  53. im still against continuation pastas. u have people complaining about repetitive poetry, or specific character pastas, but u think its ok to post a continuation pasta about a creepy orange? it seems like a waste of space to me. so ya, its a story that received good reviews; i still believe this goes against what this web site has shown me so far: a random assortment of Good(ish) creepy stories by DIFFERENT artists about DIFFERENT things. with few to no continuation pastas. this isnt a story book site. its a short story site… its in the title

    1. if ur going to continue posting this story, than at least post TWO stories a day so that i have something interesting to read, other than this annoying orange stuff.

  54. So this does convince me into believing that my theory was wrong. This isn’t a cult, a cult however you may think, cannot possess the power of eternal youth like that.

    Let me say this straight: this is either a fake or a true story. But I’ll say this is true, don’t ask why, I believe.

    Now they don’t have a story like I presumed in my comment at your 3rd post, but rather a purpose. They want you, and they want your gf. Both of you are connected and required in an event that they’re currently concerning of.

    I don’t know what, and I don’t know when, but they’ve found you, and they won’t let you go. You can tell all of this to the police, the chances of them believe it is about 20%. But don’t scream, be calm and tell them that you don’t care if you believe it or not, you’re telling the truth and since they can’t help you will deal with it yourself. Tell them that if someday you disappear, take some stuffs to your family, like a will or something. That will make them move since you look like you’re ready to commit suicide and that’ll be their responsibility.

    If they think you’re crazy and take you into custody, good, at least you have some security. If they ignore, then, yes, deal with this yourself.

    This isn’t a fiction, so don’t think you’ll get some miracle to get you out. Nor should you think that they want to kill/harm you. Things go both way, perhaps they’re entities that’ll take you somewhere better, or really they will kill you.

    Prepare yourself, be calm and be together. That’s all I can offer. In case this is true.

    If this isn’t, well, you can make a good script for a movie.

    1. It IS fake. I looked it up on Reddit. After this particular series, the author started a different and unrelated one.

    1. That’s what I was thinking, too… But the man said “he will take it,” after the woman gave birth, and he wasn’t talking about the woman’s husband but about her not-yet-existent grandson. So, they were waiting for him and his girlfriend, and now they have to take the oranges.

  55. THEN WHO WAS....nevermind o.O

    Ok this is excellent as well! But will there be a 5th part? A conclusion? Id like to know more about this strangeness. would like some hardcore info on these folk!! Again wonderful story!

    1. This is the best thing I could think of but maybe Rose and the guy that both gave u the orange are your parents

      1. How the fuck could they be his parents if they were the same age they are now when he’s grandmother was a little girl?

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