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Anonymous
Creepy Thread time.
Let's post some Creepypasta to keep me freaked out so I can't sleep.
>> Anonymous
Bump for awesome
>> Anonymous
In winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a German medic had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment suddenly became a bloodbath. The survivors claimed to hear, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never this short on supplies.

The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, most men dropped off to sleep in the still dark hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945.

The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, with no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.

The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal all skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial.

>> Anonymous
>>50747508
Yea that ones a good one. Come one people I need some stuff I haven't read before :D
>> Anonymous
where the fuck is it
>> Anonymous
Look behind you. What do you see? Invariably, there will be a wall somewhere in your view. Now stare deeply into the space on the wall that lines up best with your eyes. Nothing will happen, but make sure you are clear on where this particular spot is. That spot contains all the negativity in your mind. Whenever you are on your computer, reading scary stories or whatever you do, sometimes you will get spooked. What do you do when this happens? You check behind you, thats what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will come over you. Check the spot. Nothing again, huh? Thats because right now, all the evil is locked safely in your mind. Some people, upon learning of this "negative spot" resolve to remove the spot in an attempt to remove the negative energy. This is a grave mistake. You must never let harm come to this spot. If you do, you will have released the energy. Now when you sit at your computer at night, you will feel chills even in the summer time. The feeling of dread that only presented itself when you were genuinely scared will now hang in the air constantly. Within a week you and your loved ones will have a string of bad luck. Within a month your computer will begin to act erratic and eventually break down. On the anniversiary of the spot's destruction, you will dream of your most horrible fears. The dream will seem to go on forever, and when you wake up you will notice your vision has darkened. Every year on the same day, the dream will repeat itself, and your vision will grow darker and darker. After you go totally blind, dont ever turn your back on that spot again. That is if you can still tell where it is.
>> Anonymous
If you play Mozart's Requiem Mass backwards in its entirety at 22:16:43 on New Year's Eve, at precisely -8:33 in the song (that's 8:33 left) you will hear an entirely unrelated sound, almost like a whisper, underneath the veil of the great prodigy's creation.

This sound is the echoing adumbration of all evils to ever grace this world: From Atilla to the plagues of our Lord God wraught upon the evil Phaoroh, to Hitler, even so far as indicating September Eleventh. The singular shudder in the structure of music will tell you all that has happened in a brief moment.

And then, at -6:41, you will hear a faint clunk outside of your head. A very dreary calm will emerge, and you will notice that you have started licking something: An erectPENIS.

ThisPENISis no standard bologna sword: it is the Fleshy Rod of Unintelligible Powers held (at the pelvis) by a being not seen since Atlantis (R'lyeh) sank.

And if he fires his Testosterone Tube's mammoth load down the back of your throat, you will know all evil that is to come, and what you can do to stop it.

>> Anonymous
In one of many of Hitler's mansions, there was a famous painting on the wall that shone brightly with vibrant colors, sticking out from the surprisingly gloomy looking room. When the allies raided the mansion in search for Adolph, they could not remove the painting from the wall, and after hours of attempts, they gave up and left.

No one found out what was behind the painting, until an Archaeologist named Fredrik Armstrom broke the seal and pushed the painting off the wall. A hole was behind the painting, and he entered it full of excitement. Inside was an enormous tunnel, stretching for miles in darkness, and utter fear covered Fredrik as he made his way through the pitch black holes, hearing only his own heartbeat.

Finally, at the end, he discovered a skeleton with a pistol in his hand, and note in his other hand. There was a clear gunshot wound in his skull, and the note was dusty, and just the presence of the ragged piece of paper scared Fredrik enough to make him consider abandoning his trek and going home. But he carried on, and opened it. It read only this:

"sorry adolph is in another castle"
>> Anonymous
Sometimes, if you flick a lightswitch on and off (rapidly, probably best done with one hand; the thumb and forefinger are the most effective tool) for an extended period of time while staring at a mirror in a bathroom, and then some baby appears or something, it'll probably be all pale and bloody. At this point, he probably needs busfare, but NEVER give him American metal coins: He will unfurl the very cording of your soul that binds it to this terrestrial state.

Instead, throw a rock backwards, at a 45 degree angle, while muttering "kl'qjjtuyoo malhhj'et't'tt" while standing on your head, and the baby (I'm not even fucking kidding) will leave and kill someone else.
>> Anonymous
Somewhere in every city there rests a pedestal atop a certain parapet within the darker corners of the slums. Upon this pedestal rests a withered hand, coated in a deep brown and crevaces of black amongst tortured-looking flesh and fingernails that resemble claws more than they should.

In its immutable grasp is a parchment, upon which is written, depending on the person who finds it, the fate of the Earthling species.

When I picked it up, it read, as far as I could tell:

"Hey smilin' strange
You're lookin' happily deranged
Could you settle to shoot me?
Or have you picked your target yet?

Hey Sandy
Don't you talk back,
Hey Sandy
Four feet away
End of speech, it's the end of the day
We was only funnin'
But guiltily I thought you had it comin'

Hey Sandy
Don't you talk back,
Hey Sandy

Hey Sandy
Don't you talk back,
Hey Sandy

Hey Sandy
Don't you talk back,
Hey Sandy"

Hand tussled with me for the parchment, so I put it back and smoked some Marlboro reds. Never thought about it until now.
>> Anonymous
A local story told around here is that long ago, about 40 years ago, a bus was crossing an old wooden bridge just outside of a small town called Isle aux Morts (look up its English meaning), when a car with a young mother and her baby was coming past in the opposite direction. Since the bridge was wooden, it was rather slippery and the bus swerved.

The young woman tried to swerve to avoid hitting the bus but lost control herself and fell 90 feet into the frigid river below.

Nowadays, if you travel that road at night, you will see a young woman walking the road alone near the bridge. If you stop and try to assist her, she will try to kill you. If you keep going, she will follow your car until you come across town.

Some also say if you leave your radio on the AM frequency and listen closely, you can hear the faint cries of a baby and then a loud shriek of the woman.

I have personally tried this with a few friends. We didn't hear the radio legend, but we certainly did see the woman.
>> Anonymous
>>50750811

Oh I forgot to mention. This isn't creepypasta. It's the first time being posted here.
>> Anonymous
MOAR creepypasta
>> Anonymous
This topic suddenly flat lines.
What do you do?

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>> Anonymous
>>50751721
bump

I don't wanna sleep tonight. So bring it on /b/
>> Anonymous
This is relevant to my interests.
>> Anonymous
>>50749877
signed
>> Anonymous
>>50749947
Polaris!

Man, Pete and Pete was the awesomest.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
All right. I'm the anon who keeps Easter Eggs For Real Life updated. Keep this thread alive for about 5 minutes and I'll post version 4 for you all, okay?

If you don't know what it is, be patient. It's worth it.
>> Anonymous
Zomgbubmz

want to pee pants
>> Anonymous
ON IT
>> Anonymous
IN Honor of Caturday:

The eyes of a cat are windows to your soul. They can see other dimensions, they can see your aura, and what's wrong with you. A cat knows when you are happy, when you are in bad health, when you are troubled, or when you are hungry. He knows when you are feeling magnanimous, and he knows when you are about to die.

It's fortunate that cats can't talk, because you have a lot of secrets. The cat knows.
>> Anonymous
1. Go to poolsclosed.net
2. Click a link
3. ????
4. PROFIT!
>> Anonymous
Somewhere in every city there rests a pedestal atop a certain parapet within the darker corners of the slums. Upon this pedestal rests a withered hand, coated in a deep brown and crevaces of black amongst tortured-looking flesh and fingernails that resemble claws more than they should.

In its immutable grasp is a parchment, upon which is written, depending on the person who finds it, the fate of the Earthling species.

When I picked it up, it read, as far as I could tell:

Now this is a story, all about how my life got-
flipped - turned upside down,
And I'd like to take a minute,
just sit right there,
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
In West Philadelphia,
born an' raised,
on the playground is where I spent mosta my days,
Chillin out, maxin', relaxin' all cool,
An' all shootin some B-ball outside of the school,
When a couple o' guys who were up to no good,
Started makin' trouble in my neighbourhood,
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,
She said 'You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air!'
I whistled for a cab and when it came near,
The license plate said 'Fresh',
And had dice in the mirror,
If anything I could say that this cab was rare,
But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, homes to Bel-Air!'
I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight,
I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes, smell ya later!'
I looked at my kingdom,
I was finally there!
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!
Fixed>>50749947
>> Anonymous
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brains?
>> Anonymous
bump
>> Anonymous
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Thanks for the wait. Open this in WinRAR; you will never sleep again....
>> Anonymous
up for justice
>> Anonymous
what winrar? i must watch
>> Anonymous
sweet creepypasta
>> Anonymous
Okay here goes:

Tracey was just a regular girl that attended Altermont Valley High School. One morning, on her walk into school, she walked passed Mr. Spencer, an elderly neighbour of hers who lost his wife a few weeks before to cancer. Tracey had been helping the old guy through buying groceries for him on the way back from school each day. Tracey greeted the Mr. Spencer, but he didn't turn around, but kept on raking leaves off of his driveway. As Tracey got nearer, he suddenly turned around and ran back indoors. Tracey decided to wait for a minute, just incase he came back out and after a few moments he did, and greeted her with a smile, before handing her a small shopping list.

Tracey went to school and, bored with the lessons, daydreamed through most of the day as usual.

Feeling disheartened, Tracey left school and passed by the shops on the walk back home. She had difficulty finding one of them items on the list, because of Mr. Spencer's handwriting. But after a while, she just bought what she thought it said and dropped the items off in Mr. Spencer's mailbox as usual.

However, Mr. Spencer's mailbox was nailed shut. Tracey didn't understand why anybody would do this and so she rang Mr. Spencer's doorbell. Mr. Spencer answered and invited Tracey inside, as he had some exciting news to tell her.

Tracey walked inside Mr. Spencer's living room and he showed her to an old leather chair, which was facing the wall. Tracey waited and it span around. Sat in the chair was an orangutan with sunglasses on, wearing a full suit. Turning around to Mr. Spencer for an explanation, he suddenly pulled down his trousers and revealed that somebody had drawn a the face of a clown on his right buttock. Then, a lemon fell out of Tracey's mouth, before a lime and a pineapple. The walls turned into music, her body began to question itself, circles were squares, contemplation transformed into inverse extrpolation and the order of chaos was invented as a colour.

The end.
>> Anonymous
sorry adolph is in another castle
>> Anonymous
BUT I JUST WOKE UP
>> Anonymous
>>50753410
here.

I should clarify that very little of this file is the standard urban legend shit you can find on about.com ('PEOPLE CAN LICK TOO" etc.). Also, you will not find the Holders Series, Ted the Caver, Dionaea House or Black-Eyed Kids stories here, since they all have dedicated and easily discovered web pages online. This stuff is the less easily found stuff; short tales and instructions that in many cases exist nowhere except possibly at 4chanarchive. This is /b/ at its finest, brimming with creative and often genuinely scary content. If you want a more famous set of stories, you should be able to find them elsewhere.
>> Anonymous
On an isolated road, around midnight, in upstate NY, a man and his girlfriend are driving. Suddenly a car approaches them from behind. "Pull over!" he says. The man shrugs and turns in a dirt road. He gets out and talks to the man. "What is it, babe?" the girlfriend asks, but she gets no answer. She shrugged and continued to browse through the different radio stations. Then she heard a crash "Babe?" she said hesitantly. She ran out of the car and saw her boyfriend's head bouncing back and forth on the radio antennae. The back lights were smashed in. Screaming, she goes to get her cell phone out of the car. As soon as she opens the car door she hears, "And this is the story how I became the fresh prince of bel-air"
>> Anonymous
After Hitler died they never found his body, But a Russian Scientist did... He took the body to his lab and took out the brain! Then he put it in a cow... That cow now resign in Utah.. THE MOST EVILEST STATE IN THE WORLD.
>> Anonymous
>>50749877

fucking. A. :D
>> Anonymous
A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, MA, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares. Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed. In other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your "dreams?" They're real.
>> Anonymous
If you visit France's Cote d'Azur in your lifetime, stay the fuck out of the town called "Blanche". I was there once with my parents, around 8 years ago (I was 12 at that time; we were on a short trip).
Immediately after you enter that town, you notice that the colors of the houses are darker than everything you have seen in your entire life - it's not like they are black or grey, they are normal colors for walls - they just look not right.
After that, you notice the fishy stench - like a friday market... only that you can't see any fish getting sold. The people in the town do have indeed a really weird skin tone, it's really near blue- if I recall correctly, my father said something like "These guys sure look like the sea." We planned to stay in the town for a while, but my mother and my sister were too scared, they insisted of driving on to find a different town. The next town was alright, however the folks of the second town sure told us some very freaky stories about Blanche - we were all glad that we didn't stay there...
>> Anonymous
>>50753410
this is fucking shit, one of them was even stolen from house of leaves
>> Anonymous
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There is a Wal-Mart somewhere in Indiana, with a concealed trapdoor in the frozen food section. If you tap on the door three times with your left foot, a voice will ask you for a toll. Open the trap door, put three lemons inside and close the door. After ten seconds, you will hear a knock on the trapdoor and find a red piece of paper that tells you two of the following three things: the exact location of your death, the manner of your death, or the exact date and time of your death.
>> Anonymous
In 1938, over 6,000 patients were checked into mental hospitals all across America within one week of each other. Reports of similar instances supposedly came from Europe and Asia as well. The circumstances of each patient were, eerily, identical.

Every patient completely shut down, shivering in the corner until their family, unable to calm or care for the individuals, committed them.

The only thing the patients would say was: "There is not, and never has been, such a thing in this world as a meaningless coincidence."
>> Anonymous
WHERE CAN I DOWNLOAD THE RAR TO THE EEGGS VIDEO
>> Anonymous
>>50754532
I live in indiana... i'm going to do this.
>> Anonymous
>>50754452
171 KB of rich-text easter eggs and creepypasta is shit? GTFO my /b/, limp-dicked faggot.
>> Anonymous
We used to play a game with my uncle when we were kids were we would sit on his lap. I don't remember the rest of the rules. Also we were naked.
>> Anonymous
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The central place I call "Z" -- our main objective -- is in a valley surmounted by lofty mountains. The valley is about ten miles wide, and the city is on an eminence in the middle of it, approached by a barrelled roadway of stone. The houses are low and windowless, and there is a pyramidal temple. The inhabitants of the place are fairly numerous, they keep domestic animals, and they have well-developed mines in the surrounding hills. Not far away is a second town, but the people living in it are of an inferior order to those of "Z." Farther to the south is another large city, half buried and completely destroyed. the door. After ten seconds, you will hear a knock on the trapdoor and find a red piece of paper that tells you two of the following three things: the exact location of your death, the manner of your death, or the exact date and time of your death.
>>50754636
>>50754700
>> Anonymous
>>50754452
In one form or another this hidden .rar inside the Floating Eye has been on /b/ for a few years now. You're just a newfag.
>> Anonymous
GOD DAMNIT WHERE CAN I DOWNLOAD THE RAR TO THE EEGGS VIDEO
>> Anonymous
On the farthest point of Long Island, the last scrap of land that still counts as New York, there sits a tremendous, abandoned building. Protected by its own isolated location, there is also at any given time two to three Security Guards there. However, if one approaches the cast iron gates on the night of December 4th, even those few security guards refuse to work. The gates are left unlocked, and the wind will be utterly still, a nearly opaque fog filling the peninsula. Go directly to the main doors and step within, there will be a single long hallway , the end occluded by that fog. If you look to either side upon entering, you will see a modern operating room through a glass door. The farther you walk, the older the equipment will get, the more old fashioned the doctors will be dressed. As you can finally see the end of the hallway, the screams of the patients will be nearly deafening. Tthe hall will terminate in an open door leading to a single wooden table, a man in woolen medical clothing, stained brown from blood, will be bent over a corpse. The body's face will be covered, and the man will turn silently, screwing the top onto a cloudy jar of liquid, filled to the brim. He will hand this abnormally heavy object to you, before turning back to his work. Instantly, you will be outside of those cast iron gates. From that point on, disease and injury will never affect you, but if you ever open that cloudy jar and pull out the contents... you will find a heart, pulsing and beating loudly in your palm. A sudden feeling of horror and revulsion will pass through you as realization strikes, that you have just pulled your own living heart from your chest.
>> Anonymous
http://youtube.com/watch?v=kK2idp98bo4

Awesome group.. creepy as fuck video
>> Anonymous
>>50754879
you have to be joking....

but just in case you really are an innocent moron and not an evil troll, the rar is inside the .jpg. just open the .jpg in winRAR to get the file. and it isnt a video, its some creepypasta. not all great but a lot of good stuff overall.
>> Anonymous
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During a wedding reception of a young couple the guests decided on a drunken game of hide and seek. It was decided that the groom was "it" and he eventually found everyone but his new bride. Eventually the man became furious and decided it wasn't funny anymore and left her there. As weeks went by he accepted that she'd had second thoughts and went on with her life so he did the same. A few years later a cleaning lady dusted off an old trunk in the attic of the building where the reception had taken place, out of curiosity she opened it. Inside the trunk was the rotted body of the missing bride who'd apparently became locked in the trunk she'd hid in. Whether she'd suffocated or starved was unknown, but her face was frozen in a scream.
>> Anonymous
The House on the Borderland is a classic tale of horror by the author William Hope Hodgson, who met an untimely death on the battlefields of the first World War. It can be read here: http://eserver.org/fiction/borderland/
But for those of you without patience, it begins with two British fellows who take a trip into the Irish back country and find a diary that tells of the last days of the old man who had lived in abandoned ruins at the edge of a great void. It is a harrowing tale of cross-dimensional travel and horrifying incursions upon the world of men by foul pig-men pouring from a chasm deep within the earth, a chasm which, at the time of the story's setting, no longer exists, having been swallowed up by the massive void. Though Hodgson wrote other stories, none have had the consistent pull on readers' minds, or have generated as much genuine discomfort, as this one. It is rumored that, when Hodgson's effects were being sorted through after his death, an old water-logged journal was found amongst them. It was penned in a delicate script entirely unlike Hodgson's own. Minus the entire cross-dimensional trip sequence, and minus some of the usual Gothic horror embellishments such as extraneous verbal punctuation, the journal is a nearly exact word-for-word account of the events that transpire in the published book. Adventure seekers at the time of the rumors set out to find whether or not such a place actually existed, but no one who returned (a handful did not) could find anything. Some say that the reason Hodgson's book holds such sway over those who read it is because it touches a fine filigree of the innate knowledge humans have of truths too terrible and maddening to face consciously. Particularly the pig-men seem to jump off the page, as though there is a part of our brains wired to accept that such things could and do exist.Is this creepy? Not if you haven't read the book, I suppose. But if you have read it, you'll see what I'm talking about.
>> Anonymous
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A teenage girl, popular, rich, and happy, was walking through a store with her mom and saw a beautiful porcelain doll, which would look great with her collection. She demanded that her mother buy it for her. He mother agreed, and got it for her.
As soon as the girl returned home, she unpacked the doll and set it on a stand above her bed. She then left her room and went out with her friends. When she got home, it was late and she was tired. She went to her room, put on her pajama's and tucked herself into bed.

When she woke up the next morning, she saw a note attached to her lamp beside her bed. It was from her mother, telling her they'd be out of town until next Sunday. She yawned and noticed that her cheek was sore, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She got dressed and went to school.

This went on for a few days until she woke up and her cheek was extremely sore. She decided she'd check it out in a minute or two, then went about her room, picking out what she would wear. She finally decided and walked over to her full body mirror and noticed a large, ugly lump on her cheek.
Figuring it was a pimple, she squeezed it... and felt something moving. All of the sudden, spiders began pulling themselves out of the lump. She screamed, but since there was no one home in her huge house, nobody heard her. She tore at the spiders but there were millions... and she died of the poison in their bites.

Apparently... there was a nest of spiders in the porcelain doll she'd gotten
>> Anonymous
>>50754187
L2Bel-air
>> Anonymous
If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice at the time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freeze as well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the static returns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you will regain control of your body. You must never watch that television again. It will only play static, even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these same events will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happens is unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looks away, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to be your station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as all sound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you see yourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of your disappearance.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
At the edge of the Pacific ocean, on some abandoned beach in the tropics, there is a large, smooth rock that sits just beyond the reach of the highest tides. It is not cracked or marked in any way, and the smooth black stone reflects even the faintest of light. It's curved and formed in just such a way that if you are very careful, you can climb on top of it from the side, and stand on a flat area at the top.

If you stand on the rock when the moon is full and shining, and the water is at its highest point, you can see something in the sea below you. A faint shimmer of light, a flash of something you can't quite identify. It gets brighter, easier to see as you kneel down and lean closer, over the edge of the rock.

Once you are leaning out further than would probably be safe, your left leg will slip on the slippery stone, and you will fall forward into the light. There is no splash, no sound; you simply disappear into the ocean.

No one knows what happens after you disappear. But there are some who claim to have fallen off the same rock, what seems like a lifetime ago. According to the earthly calendar, they were gone for one day, then washed up on another beach, sometimes half a world away. But their eyes are hardened, and they rarely speak anymore, only occasionally muttering of fiery paths and gibbering demons.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
http://www.waymarking.com/waymarks/WM2B2F
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
A man, at about the age of 30 went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check-in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and all, and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. So he went to his room, and went to bed. The next night he was curious as to what was in the room, so he walked down the hall to where it was and of course tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. So he bent down and looked through the keyhole. What he saw was a hotel bedroom and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning up against a wall and her head was facing the wall. He stared in confusion for a while then went back to his room. The next day, he went back to the room and looked through the keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, un-moving.

At this point he was confused and a little freaked out. He went to the front desk and asked the lady about the room. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and the lady said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which are red."
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Bump
>> Anonymous
My cousin once told me this story - alright, she went to London together with her class (we're from Germany, so it's not too far), and after they arrived, went to their hotel and unpacked their stuffed my sister and two friends of her decided to check out the area of their hotel.
They walked around the quarter and checked out the houses, until one of the girls had to pee, so they went into a Chinese restaurant to ask for a toilet. The waitress let them use the toilet; however, it was on the second floor. The other girls joined the girl to find the toilet (you know how girls are), and so they walked upstairs together.
The toilet was supposed to be the third door on the left - but as soon as they started to walk in the right direction, they saw that the first door was open - as they looked inside, they saw this really old half-naked Chinese man sitting inside on a bed.
He was talking to himself while he was holding up a dead, dried black cat. The girls couldn't move. He didn't notice them, thus continuing with his routine - he got louder and louder in his ramblings. Until he stood up, let out a real high pitched scream and smashed the cat's body against the wall as hard as he could. He then immediately collapsed and fell asleep on the floor. The girls just didn't know what to do, but they were too scared for the toilet anymore, they just left the restaurant, returned to the hotel and didn't leave it when it was unnecessary.
True story.
>> Anonymous
My grandfather served in the European Theater of Operations during WWII, an experience he rarely talks much about. I've only managed to coax one story out of him.

He and a low-ranking officer (granddad was an enlisted man) were travelling by jeep somewhere in Belgium with a cache of much-needed ammunition. Taking a wrong turn on an unpaved road they first became lost, then began to run low on fuel. They sought to ask some locals for help, as the Belgians were highly sympathetic to the Allied effort.

They spied a small hamlet, made up of fewer than a dozen thatched huts, and began walking towards it. They were met halfway by a group of three men dressed mostly in animal skins, all of whom spoke angrily in a language neither of them understood (not French, not German, and certainly not English).

Negotiations proved futile, and one of the three drew a small rusty knife. The Lieutenant drew his .45 sidearm in return and killed the man when he rushed at them as if to attack. This act scared the other two off.

Eventually they repaired the jeep themselves and found their way back to base by the next day. A report was filed, but not much made of it. The following winter the Lieutenant was killed in an artillery barrage, making my grandfather the only known living witness to the event.

>> Anonymous
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A degenerated VHS dub was discovered in the University Library containing five minutes of inexplicable amateur footage. In one continuous shot, the camera momentarily focuses on a doorway on the north wall of a living room before the operator climbs outside of the house through a window to show the exterior white clapboard. The camera then moves inside the house through a second window completely circling the doorway and so proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that insulation or siding is the only possible thing this doorway could lead to. A hand appears in the frame and pulls open the door, revealing a narrow black hallway at least ten feet long. The camera begins to move closer, threatening to actually enter it. A voice can be heard, "Don't you dare go in there again, Davy," to which another voice adds, "Yeah, not such a hot idea."
>> Anonymous
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DRRRRR...DRRRR....DDRRRRR
>> Anonymous
>>50756968
link to megaupload of this plox
>> Anonymous
just bumping with some of the stuff from the rar


A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV -- the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Needless to say, the psychopath broke in about an hour later, coming up from the cellar, armed with an ax. The children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stumps of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. Was she trying to check on the children? Was she trying to get help? Or in the madness of her tortured soul, was she planning to kill the children herself?
>> Anonymous
>>50755678
No John, you are the demons.

And then John was a demon.
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Item#: SCP-173
Special Containment Procedures: Item SPC-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at
any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.
Description: Moved to Site19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spraypaint. SCP-173 is animate extremely hostile.
The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking.
Object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personal are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.

Personnel report sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behaviour should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
>> Anonymous
I was once watching Tv, and my tv screen went orange and i herd the strangest sound, almost a demonic scream / roar.

I stopped watching my T.V. for a week. It never happened again.

I felt like i lost all hope when I herd it.
>> Anonymous
>>50757225
google "Enigma of the Amigara Fault"
>> Anonymous
Ever wonder how some people you meet seem to have no fear whatsoever? You know, those people who go skydiving every weekend, climb thousands of feet up mountains just to snowboard down a side that's 'probably pretty safe, as long as I avoid those trees.' People who marathon-watch the scariest movies you've ever seen, then don't even blink before falling asleep. Well, if you envy them, then there's a way to conquer your own fear. It's just not pretty.

Get on any passenger bus that travels a long distance; Greyhound is usually a good pick. Anything that's on the road for longer than 24 hours. Get a window seat facing west, then stare at the sun, waiting until sunset. Just before the sun touches the horizon, close your eyes. Hard. Do not turn away, don't look at anything else. Cover your ears if you have to.

After a while, you'll notice that the bus has stopped moving. That's the signal that you can open your eyes. When you do, you'll see a gas station, illuminated only by a few flickering flourescent lights. There will be no sun, no moon, no stars in the sky. The convenience store will have its windows boarded up, but the sign will say 'Open.'

If you feel you can't go through with it, get back on the bus, return to your seat, and fall asleep. You'll wake up at sunrise the next day, well on your way to wherever the bus was going.

If you enter the store, the door will slam shut behind you. You will spend an unknown amount of time there, living out your worst nightmares made real. If you survive the ordeal without going mad, you will awake back on the bus, as it reaches its destination. Nothing will ever scare you again.

Some say that after this ordeal, anything else simply pales in comparison. Others say that all that room contains, is all the fear you will ever feel in your entire life, and exposing yourself to it all at once keeps you from feeling any more.

All I know is that if you try to repeat this feat, the sign on the door will say 'Closed.'
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>> Anonymous
that's SOME insomnia if you still can't sleep at noon. where are you?