Three of us were just pissing around. Maybe it’s because we had too much free time, but someone suggested we tell scary stories. This is what we came up with.

The first person’s story:

This happened when three friends and I went out to eat. We were at a restaurant, and the waitress brought four glasses of water to our table.

“Um, you brought one too many…” one of us pointed out.

“The fooormer manager committed suicide at this taaable,” she said in a strange, slow manner. “Todaaay is the one month anniversaryyy of his deeeath, and that waaater is an oooffering to him.”

We were all speechless. The other tables in the restaurant were full, but being shown to that table was pretty strange, and the waitress was also kind of creepy. The three of us talked for only a few seconds before agreeing that we wanted to get out of there.

“Reeeeallyyyy? Iiii’m soooorry,” the waitress said when we told her we were leaving. She immediately guided the next customers to their table.

We didn’t see any ghosts or anything, but it really creeped me out!

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It wasn’t funny, and it wasn’t really interesting. Having too much time is a bad thing. Still, the ty stories continued.

The second person’s story:

Something like that happened to me recently, too. I was bringing some work home with me. I had a ton of stuff to bring with me. The bus stop was kind of far away, so I figured that if I saw a taxi on the way, I’d catch a lift to the stop.

I walked, trying to keep everything together as I went. As luck would have it, a taxi passed by almost immediately, and I hailed him down.

“Hmmm, that’s a lot…” the driver said as he eyed me.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s not far, but I have a lot of things to bring with me. Can you do me this one favor and bring me to the bus stop?”

“I don’t know,” he said skeptically. “Can everyone fit in the car?”

I was alone. I felt the blood drain from my face in an instant. I think the driver must have seen my sudden change in demeanor.

“Nevermind, I guess my eyes were just playing a trick on me, right?” he said with an awkward laugh. He let me, and only me, into the car with all of my things. I got back home just fine, but I’m glad he didn’t ask any of the “others” if they were going to get off as well. Hah!

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These scary stories aren’t that scary. This is the last one.

The third person’s story:

This is a story about the apartment my family used to live in. One day, a large crowd of people gathered in front of the building. Wondering what was going on, I made my way to the scene. It only took a glimpse to understand that something horrible had happened.

A salaryman had jumped from one of the windows, and two middle-aged women that had been talking down below next to a well were caught up in the mess. It was plain to see that all three died immediately upon impact.

Right next to the three bodies, a young girl was standing motionless. I assume she was talking with the couple when the man jumped. Dumbstruck by what was unfolding before her, she stood completely still, not moving a single muscle.

The bystanders were all crying out at once. “Somebody call an ambulance!” “Are the police here?”

Something had to be done, so I thought I’d try to calm the girl down. I walked towards her…

“Oh… That’s one too many…”she was mumbling.

I was scared. Seeing the three bodies made me lose all strength, and I dropped to the ground.

A few days later, I heard the following details about the event. The man who committed suicide was the girl’s husband. One of the women who was killed by his leap was the girl’s mother, and the other woman was the mother’s friend. The girl’s relationship with her husband had been cooling, and her mother was constantly asking her for money.

I might be over-thinking things, but what she said most certainly has some sort of meaning behind it. That day, she saw her husband preparing for his suicide. If her husband and mother had died at the same time…

When I learned all of this, I was chilled to the bone. I think the “one too many” must have been her mother’s friend.

Regardless, the girl’s reaction was extremely calm. That alone was way too creepy for me.

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“Well, I guess I’ll go last. I’ve got a story for you…”said a man’s voice from underneath the bed…

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