Finally got the Camera to work.

So here's the pictures for you.

So yeah, there's those.

A story my mother told me.

My mother just told me a story about when I was a child. I figured I would share it with you all.

When I was about five, we moved into the home that I would grow up in. The house was old, but had been recently renovated and upgraded to be a functioning, modern home. It was built in 1912 and had housed the towns first doctor, as well as three other families. There were about three deaths in the house, none of them violent or tragic, just old people dying of old age.

Anyways, my mother was always really creeped out by the house. She's been complaining about it from the day we moved in. It never bothered her enough to move, though. One day she was playing with my brother and I in our bedroom, when I turned to the door, and just laughed. Then, my laughing suddenly stopped and I just looked scared, then I ran and shut the door. I started crying right after that. When she went to open the door I started screaming and trying to stop her, but when she finally opened it there was nothing there.

I stopped crying instantly. She asked me what was wrong. I responded

"Nothing. They're gone now."

Posting the new Creepypasta on /x/ right now.

After it's all finished I'll put the complete work up here.

http://boards.4chan.org/x/res/7861493#7861647
You can read it as it goes here.