Glasbruch

**VentrousSpoon** · 01-31-2011,04:27 PM

Glasbruch

So I was over at my friend Beaver’s house, everyone called him Beaver because that is the first word he knew in English. Beaver didn’t quite grasp English. He was from Germany and had moved to Canada because his dad was offered a job. I was over at Beaver’s house playing soccer when he kicked it over the fence. He told me to go and get it and since I was very nice too him I decided to do it. Behind his house, over the big wooden fence, was an old abandoned road. It hadn’t been used for year because…well….why would anyone want too? It’s a complete dump and dangerous. Animals had taken over this street a few years after it was abandoned. I was walking down the road, looking for the ball when I saw an old burnt down house. For some reason I was attracted to it, so I began to walk past the house when I saw the ball just inside the doorway. I didn’t seem to wonder how it got in there at the time. I instead of grabbing it and hopping back over the fence, I walked a bit further into the house. It was black and dusty. You could tell the house was old even before the fire. I kept moving forwards not because of my curiosity for the house. But because of this strange cracking sound that came from the room at the end of the house. It sounded like someone was pushing against a cracked window. As I entered the room I felt strange, and to my surprise the room was untouched from the fire. The walls were baby blue and the toys told me it was a child’s room. The child couldn’t have been older than 1 year old because there was a crib at the end of the room near the window. I had forgotten about the cracking sound that was coming from the window. I looked inside the crib to see a little baby doll. I felt warm inside, as if the baby was mine and had been lost for years. But my warm feeling turned to fear as I turned the baby over. Its face was horrifying. The face was burned were the eyes were and the mouth also. Inside the eyes were a red liquid. Blood? My attention was off the baby and I was now looking at the man just outside the window. His face was burned at the eyes and mouth like the babies. He had no nose and his face looked wrinkled. His hand was on the glass….cracking it. I stared at him for less than 10 seconds. I began to run out of the house. Not realizing I still had the baby doll in my hands. I hopped back over the fence; Beaver was standing there looking at me. I told him what I saw and he claimed he wanted to see this monster. I said I would have no part of it and returned home. But just before I left I gave him the doll. As soon as I arrived at my house I immediately went to my room. As I stared at my ceiling, lying on the bed I soon fell asleep. I dreamt that the man I had saw visited me. He told me to follow him, his voice was so gentle. I was awoken by my mother screaming for me to get up. I did this without question. She told me to get in the car. She took me to Beaver’s house. An ambulance was there and many police cars. I ran into the house and looked out the window. The house I was inside earlier today was ablaze. I Ran to the backyard to find Beaver in a stretcher. His eyes were either cut or burned out. I don’t remember much of what he said but one word caught my attention…..Glasbruch. I had never heard the word before. Mainly because it was German. As we returned home I slipped on my computer and looked up the word. It means “broken glass”. I knew exactly what he was talking about even though that was the only word I had heard. He was talking about the man. Just at that moment I heard the same cracking coming from my room. As soon as I opened the door my eyes were drawn to the bed. There was that baby doll…Staring at me with its burned eyes. I looked up at the window to see the man. I blacked out. I’ve never spoken to anyone about it until now. What brought me to say it? Beaver died yesterday. With the doll in his hands…

Video Diary #1
YouTube - Glasbruch Video Diary #1

**NOWHINING** · 02-01-2011,09:22 PM

that is something to think about. I am sorry to hear Beaver died.

**shadowless** · 02-15-2011,10:02 PM

Is this true? I mean- seriously- is this true???? How did Beaver die? That is so scary, and so sad. Did the doll always look like that, with red liquid in its eyes, even when you were telling Beaver about the story and gave him the doll, or just in the 'burned' house? OK, I am really creeped out now. Poor guy. I am so confused....

**VentrousSpoon** · 02-17-2011,07:21 PM

I don't know where he came from or anything about him. I can't even remember anything before or after the story. And another thing, my pictures are all getting screwed up. They are all blurry in some spots and sometimes my face isn't even there. Ever since this happened my life has been getting more and more strange. I'm trying to work up the courage to film myself and see if those screw up too.

**shadowless** · 02-17-2011,08:02 PM

Um, Ventrous Spoon, no offense, but I would NOT watch your video....I saw that movie called The Ring....um...yeah...

**shadowless** · 02-17-2011,08:02 PM

Oh, and if you have that doll, please please please do NOT post a pic of it

**VentrousSpoon** · 02-17-2011,08:10 PM

Even though you may not watch it I have to show people what the **** is going on. I'm obsessed and I can't get him out of my head. I got kicked out of school for bringing a knife with me. And you don't have to worry. The doll went missing the morning after.

**HelpMe** · 02-18-2011,12:29 AM

Oh my god, I have finally found proof of this thing existing!
I have been looking for hours, all night, for some clue of this monster...... I mean.... Ok, so a couple days ago (Maybe 3-4, not sure) I was walking in the local park, when I decided to go exploring in the little forest that was right next to the park. Inside that forest I found an old house, that looked to be just recently burnt down. All inside was singed, and I could see nothing but scorch marks and dust. But.. I heard the same noise you heard! The cracking...! It's... I decided to look for the source of the noise, when I turned over in the next room and found a baby doll sitting on a window sill, turned over... I flipped it over to take a look at it, and it was the exact same doll as yours! Singed eyes, no distinguishable features on the face, all burnt and dead. But it looked like the doll's head was filled with some sort of red paint, it was spilling out when I turned it over. Immediately after I saw the doll's face the window that it was resting on made a loud cracking sound, like stepping on thin ice... I looked up only to see the same burnt face that the doll possessed, only this time on what seemed to be a skinny, bony looking human being. He was wearing what seemed to be a... a straight jacket, but his sleeves were unwrapped. His right hand touched the glass, as if trying to pet it, but instead the cracking worsened... I screamed and dropped the doll, and the strange burn victim thing screamed with his burnt hole of a mouth.... it was the sound of millions and millions of windows shattering all at once, and each glass fragment scratching against a chalkboard... I... I don't remember what happened after that... I must have fainted... but the weird part is I woke up in my bed after. I know it wasn't a dream, because I still see the doll from time to time, either in my house, outside, it follows me every ******* where!!! Another thing, I found this forum because as the monster was screaming at me, the words 'SHATTER' and 'GLASS' kept repeating in my brain, in an almost whispery tone. I searched those two words everywhere, until I started translating it into different languages, and the title of this forum post helped me find it when I translated it into german. I am sooo relieved I am not alone on this, but what do I do??!?