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Anonymous
Hello, /b/.

You weren't planning on sleeping any time soon anyway, were you?
>> Anonymous
In 1971, in the tiny town of Whiting, Maine, a middle-aged man checking on his marijuana crop in the middle of his woods found five bodies hanging in close proximity. They hung from limbs of various height by ropes of various lengths so that all were eye level to a person of average height. All of them were upside-down, suspended by their ankles. Presumably to facilitate death by blood loss; as all of their eyes were torn out and lying on the ground below them.

They all hung facing roughly the same direction. Their faces and mouths all formed the same expression- not quite a scream- as if they had all died speaking the same word.

The local police were contacted, but careful examination showed no traces of homicide. Blood and eye fluid were found on all the victims' hands, along with occasional rope burns. The ankles were broken on those who hung from the higher limbs, revealing that they had gotten where they were by climbing out onto a limb, securing themselves, and dropping. Autopsies yielded no traces of mind-altering drugs; at least, that's what the doctor would tell you.

The man reported five bodies to the police. When they arrived at the scene they found four, plus a bit of burned rope. When the ambulance didn't make it to the morgue another officer dispatched to check on it found only three, along with a driver who held his own eyes in his hands and was calmly trying to replace those missing from the youngest corpse.

The truth of what happened once those three made it to the morgue is hard to discern, especially in the face of local rumors circulating just a few days later. The incident was quickly and quietly dismissed, for lack of evidence, as simple mass hysteria.
>> Anonymous
fuck yourself.

also, desu
>> Anonymous
picture is a rar, also, gb2x
>> Anonymous
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In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway
house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask
to visit someone who calls themself "The Holder of the End". Should
a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then
be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden
section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone
talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you
will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm
just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence,
flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at
an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know
in the morning if you've escaped.

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words
continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless
room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and
cradling something. The person will only respond to one question.
"What happens when they all come together?"

The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question
in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear
soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst
thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want
to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of
cruelty and unrelenting horror.

Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.

That object is 1 of 2538. They must never come together. Never.
>> Anonymous
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If you ever find dargaia's nectar, you'll probably be one of the ones who have been looking for it all their lives, and thus won't need any instructions on what to do with it.

Just the same, it's pretty simple, at least to start with. Make sure your affairs are in order (incase you have a bad reaction), and then? Bottoms up.

The coming months are the least pleasant part. You'll find yourself unable to keep food down weeks before you stop needing it. Same with sleep. The color of your blood will be off, making your viens stand out. Expect a few ingrown body parts; little things, just fingers and ears and teeth, usually pressing up against the skin. Make sure you're caught up on your booster shots because you're never going in for a checkup again. Or wearing anything more revealing than a trenchcoat in public, most likely.

Eventually, a little cut on your belly will start 'unhealing', becoming a puss-filled wound in a few days. Over the coming week, Three things will emerge from this.

The first object resembles a greasy black beachnut with maybe a tooth or two growing from it. When you're dead someone will eventually find it and use it to make a new batch of dargaia's nectar. Hide it well, make things fun for future generations.

The second object basically looks like a softball-sized cluster of veins, many of them broken and leaking oily black stuff, all wrapped around something. Then it'll squirm and you'll notice the twisted little skinless fetus in the middle. It will only survive for about twenty seconds. Burn the remains.

The third object will.. well, let's just call it "object 3". It's easier that way.
>> Anonymous
>>51344939
You can plant it anywhere you want. I advise someplace where you don't mind spending all your time and no one else will go. Your back yard or under your cellar works if you don't have any roomates; as long as there's fertile soil. Dig at least five feet down. It won't want to be buried, but just keep piling dirt onto it (if you can still hear it when you're finished you didn't go deep enough).

Its veins (or roots, I guess) will eventually spread in all direction about a foot and a half for every year of your life. Grass and weeds will grow stiff and bony, or black and oily, or take on the color and texture of a spider bite, or rice paper. Wood will be infected too; you'll hear the arteries in your walls pulsing on quiet nights. The ground will rot with dead insect and animal life. Don't mow your lawn; it bleeds like hell.

This is your sanctuary.

No matter what threats or injuries beset you outside, here you will be safe and healthy. Well, what passes for 'healthy' for you now. And if you really hate someone, bring them here. Trick them into coming. They'll get infected, one way or another; a lungfull of spore, a thornprick, a bit of residue on their hand. They will blood-vomit and the blood will have tiny centipedes in it. They'll shit out their own spinal fluids. Their eyes will milk over and hatch; little spines and brambles will grow from the sockets. They'll survive for months or years, doctors will be baffled, it will be completely fucking great.

That's all for starters. You'll learn more as you go. Much more. But if I told you everything now you might not do it.

Whatever you do, just guard it with your life, your very soul. If you think you're in danger of loosing it, dig it up, kill it with a silver needle, let someone else make a new one some day. You'll feel as if you've pierced your own heart, but it's better than letting it fall into the wrong hands.

Because you're a Holder now.

And you'd better not let them come together.
>> Anonymous
>>51344745
holy shit there is a 1.5hour movie in there.
>> Anonymous
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Victim first contacted the police to report a burglar in his home . The assailant was not present at the time of the call, but in fact broke in shortly after the police arrived, indicating that the victim had some reason to suspect attack.

Perhaps more remarkable was the assailant's furious and vocal determination, in spite of the police presence, to kill both officers involved and continue whatever it was he had come to do rather than fleeing.

Contents of the assailant's backpack:

1 scalpel
1 steak knife
2 live rats, sedated, in a small cage
1 jar of 20-25 bees, sedated (probably with smoke)
1 butane lighter
1 catheter (NOT medical-grade; the kind easily found in some sex shops)
2 ounces of sugar, in a zip-lock bag
17 rubber-tipped clamps
(roughly) 2 liters of fresh plasma, non-human (further details pending lab results), in glass bottles.
13 long (acupuncture?) needles, all engraved with unique script. 5-11 characters each, alphabet as yet unidentified.
5 corkscrews
Extra chloroform
5 hand towels
12 ft of rope

Assailant remains non-responsive to all persons; likely insane or intending to make an insanity plea.

When brought in to identify the assailant, the victim fainted on seeing the tattoo on the assailant's face. He went missing the next day, but last-minute correspondences with friends and family suggest that he merely left the country or went into hiding, and so no investigation is forthcoming.
>> Anonymous
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.
>> Anonymous
You were away for the weekend, and wake up in your appartment monday morning with a hangover.. When you check your mail, your mailbox is stuffed full. At least 30 letters. Letters with no return address, several of them felt soggy and heavy, as though they were recently wet, or perhaps contained a liquid. All of the letters have your name and address written on them, and many of them had your name scratched all over them in red ink. They don't smell nice, they smell like rotting meat and old garbage and you're reluctant to take them back to your room, but curiosity gets the better of you.

So you manage to cart them all back to your room, you dump them in your kitchenette sink because you don't want them smelling up the rest of the apartment. You grab one that doesn't seem damp and isn't covered with writing, and open it up. There's pictures inside. Pictures of people you don't know, with their eyes torn out, teeth missing, unhinged jaws hanging open, throats ripped out. You're horrified and yet you can't help but wonder what's in the rest of the letters. You open more, and more to discover increasingly gruesome photos of dead people. Piles of bodies with limbs missing, splayed open corpses on operating tables with their vital organs removed, hanged bodies that have been gutted and bled dry. Some of the soggy letters had blood and other fluids in them. The more letters you open, the more you notice that not all of the people are strangers. Some of them were people you see at work, others people you went to high school with. By the time you get to the last few letters, the pictures are of the mutilated bodies of your close friends and family members. The last picture, opened with fumbling hands and gripped in trembling fingers, is you.

Covered with gore, grinning from ear to ear.

You hear police sirens.
>> Anonymous
"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
>> Anonymous
>>51344815
As someone's who's spent a fair amount of time institutionalized I can assure you nothing in those places is worse than the guys who shit themselves and smear it all over everything.
>> Anonymous
"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
>> Anonymous
>>51345081
FUCK YOU NIGGER, I WAS ABOUT TO GO TO SLEEP, UNTIL I SAW THAT PICTURE
>> Anonymous
"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
>> 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.
None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.
>> Anonymous
Typing in a certain phrase on /b/ with your e-mail address on the second line will cause you to get an e-mail.
It won't say what address the e-mail is from, just 'OTHER'.
Don't open the e-mail. Delete it.
Opening it will give you a clue as to where you should to 'recieve your reward.' This clue will haunt your dreams for eternity unless you follow it. If you ignored my advice to delete it, then don't follow the clue, no matter how bad the dreams get.
If you do follow the clue and find the location, then you will find where the person who sent the message lives. If that person asks 'if you want your reward', say no.
The 'reward' is heaven and hell contained within your hands. So to speak.
>> Anonymous
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During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time.

Although the scene was originally labelled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparantly dried up earlier that year).

Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. The camera then continued to stationarily point at the oven for another 45 minutes until the batteries apparantly died.

To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well.

...or why the physical stature of the woman on the tape did not in any way resemble the stature of the woman found in the oven.
>> Anonymous
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10/13

We captured a creature today, it's really strange, like nothing I've ever seen before. It makes me think of a bear, the body is kind of like a bear's body. The face though, christ, the face is horrible, it has really thin, long sharp teeth, nothing like you should find in a bear's mouth. The paws are strange too, they're not as big as a bear's should be, they're smaller and with some real nasty claws. It's such a weird thing, it's so vicious, after it woke up from the tranquilizer rounds it spent nearly two hours trying to claw its way out of the cage. What is this thing?

If you so much as go near its cage it'll lash out at you, Dan made the mistake of stepping near it and it slashed a big chunk out of his left leg and left a big scratch across his face. A few hours later his wounds aren't bleeding too bad now but they're still bleeding and we can't figure out why. They're wrapped up and covered in an antiseptic salve but they still won't stop bleeding. Dan hasn't felt too good either, he's been bleeding a lot but I don't think that's it.
>> Anonymous
>>51346006
10/14

The next day the stupid thing is still going crazy trying to get out of the cage, nobody will go near it, not to feed it or take samples from it or anything. Dan's scratches finally stopped bleeding but he's been quiet and he won't talk to anyone, and he won't go near that thing. He won't eat, either, which worries me. I think he might need to visit a hospital.

Around dinner we were all eating when suddenly we heard gunshots. My first thought was Dan, he was the only one who wasn't eating with everyone else, so a few of us ran to his room to see what was going on. All we found there was a note that said "i had to get it out of me". Dan was nowhere to be seen, but we went over to see that creature and we found it with its head blown off inside the cage. Unfortunately we found Dan there too--it seems like he blew his own head off after he killed the creature. The weird thing was that he was missing an enormous chunk of flesh off his torso, like something had maybe eaten it away. It wasn't a gunshot wound and we all wondered what did it. Nobody knew why he killed the thing and himself or what the fuck his note meant. We just figured we better get the fuck out of these woods and get out fast, maybe call the cops or the state rangers to try and figure out what the hell had happened.
>> Anonymous
>>51346111
10/15

something bad happened today we found more animals like that thing, only some were bigger some were smaller they were all real nasty

we all had guns and tranqs and we were able to fend them off for a while but some of us got scratched or bitten and we ran out of supplies

one small one bit me and ive been feeling like shit all day i cant get over the fact that it bit me i wish i could do something about it

maria got scratched too and shes been real angry. over dinner she grabbed a shotgun and started screaming that we'd all been marked and before anyone could stop her she shot herself. we didnt want the body in camp so we dragged it out into the trees. an hour later we could hear animals going crazy outside, we hoped it wasnt those things but i dont know what else it could have been

after the noises stopped some of us went to see marias body and there was nothing left just bones

i get the feeling well be seeing more of those things i feel dirty i just want them to go away i dont know why i think they mark us when they bite us

the noises are back outside oh god why is this happening

theyre coming closer please for the love o
>> Anonymous
All mirrors are actually windows to another world.
This world cannot be reached, and shouldn't be reached, as all our mirror-selves are extremely malicious.
Try watching the edge of the mirror after sneaking into a room.
If you're good enough, you can see your reflection, pressing against the glass.
>> Anonymous
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Rumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch-black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper, "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror there will be a faint image of a fleshless infant with pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering. You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occurred within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed. For each question that is answered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someone you know. That person will be found dead the next morning, after a night of unimaginable horror, with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Eternity". A sigh might escape the worker as they look upon you with the utmost pity. They will take you down a flight of stairs into what should be the basement of the building, and yet isn't.

As you press deeper and deeper into this under layer of the institution a chorus of screams will begin to be audible. Softly at first, as if from a great distance, but the closer you get to the end of the hallway, the louder it becomes until it drones so loud that it seems to consume all other noises, until you begin to claw at your own ears in pain. The worker will show you a door, covering both their ears. As swift as they can, they will unlock the door and run, leaving only you in this cramped, dark hallway.

This is your last chance to run. If you decide to continue, and open the door then the piercing wail will end abruptly, leaving your ears ringing. The room is coated in an almost tangible, all-consuming darkness but for the far end of the room. There, manacled to the wall is an emaciated figure, covered in raw lashes. He stares directly at you, with a grin plastered to his face despite festering wounds and a scalpel still half-protruding from his chest. Now is your only chance to save yourself, and the only way is to ask "Who created them??

He will cackle, in a manner befitting the death throes of an animal before responding. His tale will be the most horrific tale you have ever heard, beyond such primitive concepts such as pain and death, into the very essence of wrong. Of evil.

It is up to you to end this man's life, to release his terrible burden. Remove the scalpel, and he will shudder once in agony before falling silent forever.

>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>51346371

OMG WHAT TIME ZONE DOES THIS HAPPEN IN I WANT TO DO THIS
>> Anonymous
This is not a random post. This is not a coincidence. I put this here because I know that right now you will be reading it. No one can see this post except for you.

There is a monster in your home. It is there right now and it is waiting to kill you. It will kill you tonight. I can save you.

Go to a mirror. Any mirror. That in there, that's me. Turn off all the lights except for the dimmest one; too much light screws it up. Take your arms, put them straight out, and put them up against mine, through the glass. Do your best to rlax, and when you are ready, close your eyes. Count to three and then I will pull you through to safety. We can work out what to do next once you're in.

Again, this is not a random post. It is for YOU. You need to do this before the next hour turns or you will die.

I'm waiting.
>> Anonymous
I fucking love this kind of shit.
>> Anonymous
>>51346371

Excuse me, but is that some CP?
>> Anonymous
MOAR FAGGOTS
>> Anonymous
F FUCKING 5
>> Anonymous
We need a day for creepy pasta.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Don't do it friend
>> Anonymous
The call will usually go something like this:

>You-Hello?
>Caller-May I have five minutes of your life?
>You-Sure.

>The caller hangs up.
>> Anonymous
The sink's clogged again. Great. At first, the water just drains slowly and you ignore it. When it gets worse, you dump some Drain-O down the sink, hoping that will do the job.

No good. In fact, it just gets worse.

You brush your teeth that night, curse and swear about the drain, and go to bed. You'll call the plumber tomorrow.

And then it gurgles. You sit up and stare at your bathroom. Another gurgle. You've had enough, this is getting annoying. Fetching a butter knife from the kitchen, you go to your sink and pry off the drain cover, peering down into hole.

And find a set of blackened, rotted teeth smiling back at you.
>> Anonymous
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What did I just say...
>> Anonymous
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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
MOAR CREEPYPASTA
>> Anonymous
The carnival was in town. My little brother wanted me to take him, so I gave in and said we could go. We get there and this carnival creeps me out--the rides are creaky and look like they'll fall apart any second, the ride operators just sit there giving real nasty grins while they let the rickety rides continue.

They don't seem safe enough to ride so I encourage my brother to let me take him to the freakshow tent. When we get nearby, a clown--he looked disfigured and kind of menacing, but that might have just been the makeup--guides us into the tent. The 'freaks' are just that, actual freaks. There's no strongman or fire swallowers, these people are extremely scary and unnerving to look at--what makes it worse is that they resemble people we know, our neighbors, parents, teachers. They look like messed up and deformed version of them. It was creepy but we figured it was just our minds playing tricks on us.

We finally made it to the end of the freakshow area and when we were back outside, the whole atmostphere of the carnival seemed different. The rides looked newer and cleaner, the clowns and carnies seemed less sinister and more friendly. When we got back home, nobody was there. Later in the day, we kept waiting and waiting and no one came home. The next day were were still alone and I called the cops to file missing person reports.

Thinking back to the freaks we saw at the carnival, I grabbed my brother and we rushed back to where it had been the previous day. Nothing was there. No rides, no nothing. Just an empty lot.
>> Anonymous
bump for moar
>> Anonymous
There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map. It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, that is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase.

The case is filled with unmarked books, bound in ancient leather, save for a single space. If you remove a book from the shelf, it will fling itself open in your hands, and the words inscribed in it shall start screaming to the air. You must wrestle the book closed and shove it back on the shelf, or the immortal evil contained within its pages shall break free, and you will be forced to take its place, with pages, ink and binding crafted from your own flesh and blood.

However, if you bring the correct book to the island, and place it in the empty space, the lighthouse will light. As long as it is lit, the world shall enjoy an unending paradise, for all the evil in the world will be contained in the lighthouse. And while it is lit, nothing can go in or out.

The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light.
>> Anonymous
>>51347749
>> Anonymous
There was a couple from Texas who was planning a weekend trip across the Mexican border for a shopping spree. At the last minute, their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their two year old son with them. They had been across the border for an hour when the baby got free and ran around the corner. The mother tried to find him, but he disappeared. The mother found a police officer who told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was told. About 45 minutes later, a man approached the border, carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped him and ran. The police were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in less than the 45 minutes he was missing, he was cut open, all of his organs removed, and was stuffed with cocaine. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep.
>> Anonymous
In a small orphanage in a small village in Russia, there is a young boy. His hair is jet black, and messy, and he tattered jeans and an old dingy grey shirt.
Nothing is known of him. For 10 years, he sat in the bed in his room, never moving, never blinking, never eating or sleeping. In the 10 years, he has not seemed to age at all, continuing to look like a 7 year old boy. The only thing that proved he was alive is the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and the refusal to take his eyes off anyone who enters the room alone.
A lone psychiatrist came over in an attempt to find out why the boy had done nothing in 10 years. He entered the room, and shut the door behind him.
30 minutes later, the orphanage's nurse came to check on the 2 of them. Opening the door, she saw the child, still sitting, still not moving, eyes fixxed on her. However, something seemed different. He appeared a slight amount larger, not by much, but enough to make him look like a late 8 or early 9 year old. The psychiatrist was no longer in the room. The door was the only exit, as the room had no windows, vents, or anything, and it was, in fact, in the exact center of the orphanage.
>> Anonymous
>>51348106
He continued to sit, only seen occasionaly by the lady who came in to check on him, and she never closed the door upon entry.
A week or so later, 2 law enforcment personel entered the orphanage, demanding to speak to the boy about the disapearance of the psychiatrist. The 2 of them entered, clsoing the door behind him, as the head of the orphanage stood outside the door.
30 minutes passed, and not a sound came from the room. The Head eased the door open. The boy was still on the bed, but the officers where no longer there. The boy was know quite noticably bigger, about the size of a 15 year old. His skin was darker than usual, and he looked angrier than ever. But one thing remained the same: His cold, unforgiving eyes that stared at whoever entered.
Eventually, the law organized a large group of 10 officers to speak to the boy. They entered the room, and left the door open, until one of the younger orphans ran up and shut it, appearently in a daze.
The head quickly ran to re-open the door, and upon doing so froze him in horror. A low rumbling noise came from the room....

".....One....more...."

If you return to that orphanage, you will see it still continues to run. The orphans live in good care, health, and education. However, there is one room, that you sill see is boarded up, and far from enterable. If you ask what is behind it, you will be removed forcefully from the orphanage.
However, when no one's looking, if you place you're ear to the door, you will hear a low ominous growling sound, and if you listen for a bit, you will hear....

".....One.....more...."
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed.

Today a friend of mine told me a story.

His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):

"They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them.
>> Anonymous
>>51348335
The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren't already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door...

Once for you bones, which she'll use to patch her own decaying flesh.

Twice for your muscle, which she'll gnash her teeth on between victimes.

Thrice for your bones, which she'll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victimes.

Four times for your heart, which she'll wear around her neck.

Five times for your teeth, which she'll polish and keep in a box.

Six times for your eyes, which she'll see the faces of your loved ones through.

Seven times for your soul, which she'll eat whole - you can never pass while you're in her stomach.

She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.

You can try to outrun her, but she's faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she's knocking on your door, she won't be so courteous when she catches up to you.
>> Anonymous
>>51348422
Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that's right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again."

Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints."

His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop shitting me.

He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.

Then a little girl's voice spoke over the line: "WITNESS." I hung up.
>> Anonymous
>>51348488
Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. She's doing it slowly... I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn't get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.

Nice knowing you guys, it's been fuy5
WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>51347490
This one is pretty fucking creepy. The red part especially. Because I accidentally read the bit ahead about the red eyes, and so when I got to the door part.. god damn. Also, all the pictures in this thread are creepy.
>> Anonymous
>>51348335
>>51348422
>>51348488
>>51348545

Why are little girls so fucking scary?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
MOAR
>> Anonymous
>>51346371
What happens if you lose hearing first?

Are you just fucked?
>> Anonymous
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 be looking at SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container. Personnel are to warn each other before blinking.
Description: Moved to Site19 1993, little is known about item number SCP-173's origins. It is constructed from concrete and rebar and was once painted with Crylon brand spraypaint.
SCP-173 is animate and malevolent, if given the chance it will kill anyone within its line of site. Its weakness however is that it does not move while being watched. Despite this paralysis it is still highly dangerous, able to cover at least 2 meters in the literal blink of an eye. It typically kills by either snapping the victim's neck from behind, or grabbing the victim's throat and strangling them. Whatever animates SCP-173 does not give it much force with which to break things; as seen above, a large room with unbarred windows is fully capable of containing it. Its grip however is unbreakable, as when it is not moving the statue is as hard and strong as concrete.
While left alone in its room, one can hear a stone-on-stone scraping from within that is believed to be the sound of the SCP-173 moving about.
The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. We don't know where it comes from or how it arrives but SCP-173's container will slowly fill with these substances. In order to ensure that bacterial growth within does not begin to damage the building it is contained in, and to maintain some level of sanitation, the enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
>> Anonymous
>>51349329

Yup.
>> Anonymous
Let's talk about spontanous human combustion.

According to forensic evidence, fire (or rather, heat) starts at the core of the body and burns outward. Organs go first. Sometimes the heat come and go in a flash, killing in seconds; at others, boiling fat acts like candlewax to keep the body burning for several minutes. All without any warning or discernable cause. Neither conventional nor paranormal science has much to put fourth in the way of a theory; hence "spontainous". Though very rare, it strikes at random, and its aftermath is horrific.

It probably isn't going to hit you, but if it does, there's jack-all you can do about it. Which is ironic because the only factor linking all known cases is distress. One survivor had fallen asleep on his bed brooding after a divorce; he awoke to find his sheets aflame spreading out from his leg, which was reduced to blacken ruins. Traditional cases tell of SHC taking drunks, who certainly have their fair share of troubles.

Now that I've gone over what is known, I'm not going to waste your time with some bullshit occult theory. Instead, I pose you a question: might the source of a victim's fatal distress be fear? Creeping, brooding dread? Excessive contemplation of ghosts, mirror-worlds, the afterlife, or, say.. spontainous human combustion?
>> Anonymous
Some hobo sold it to me for a pack of cigarettes and half a bottle of scotch. Only a few thousand ever made, he said, and this was the twenty-first. Quite the collectable he said. Probably worth quite a bit if I could get it appraised. What the hell.

I brought it home, left it on the table while I went in for a shower. When I came back all the food in my kitchen was rotted and all the pets in my house were dead.

I still didn't know what it was. I put it in my bedroom closet. I was then treated to six nights of the same nightmare: fleeing across a desolate field with the ground writhing and wrippling with the mating throes of massive underground snakes.

On the seventh night I woke up to Sarah's gurgles as she vomited up a live viper. She died of its bite. When I opened my closet I found a... nest.

I burried It in my back yard. The next morning there was a twelve-inch sappling growing from the spot. By noon it had grown two feet. And had eyes. Dozens of them.

I cut the growing thing to shit, dug It up, took it out of town and threw it into a river.

It came back.

It still spits out eye-spiders every couple hours. They follow me and stare and then they make this little mouse-noise and burst. In the beginning I screamed but now I just kinda giggle and gibber. Its such a fucking mess..

Now, I'm going to do the only other thing I can think of. I'm going to dress in my seediest clothing, hit the streets, and see if I can hock it for a pint of LTD. There has to be someone out there as stupid as I am.
>> Anonymous
Somewhere in West Philidelphia, you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.

After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles, and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.

With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the lisence plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will think that cabs like these are rare, don't say anything about it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be somewhere between 7 and 8 o'clock, even though it will feel like you've been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say 'Yo holmes, smell ya later!', but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.

If you follow these intructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.
>> Anonymous
>>51349854
/thread
>> Anonymous
>>51349854

well done anon
>> Anonymous
Many classic horror icons, such as Geger's Xenomorphs, Silent Hill's Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like.
These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.
Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal.
The question you have to ask yourself is this:
What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?

... Just be careful out there.
>> Anonymous
>>51349854

well done anon
>> Anonymous
Do things in your house ever seem out of place? Can you never find something where you left it?

How many of you have taken a moment to look around you while you've been reading this thread? I bet you're fixated on this screen, aren't you. It's best that you haven't looked up.

Look up now. Find an object outside of what would be your peripheral vision while looking at your screen. The order of clothes in your closet would be good. Memorize everything you can about that object. Now turn back to your screen.

There's very little chance that object will be in the same place when you look back. You don't want to see what's moving it.
>> Anonymous
I've always had a terrible fear of being submerged completely in water. Not that I can't swim or anything. My dad made me learn; he said I almost drowned when I was really young.
I was afraid of it because, for as long as I can remember, whenever I am under water and look up at the surface I see a woman reaching down to me with a warm smile, with glowing golden hair and dark blue eyes. Even if its just in a bathtub. It always happened, it was just normal for me, but i never got used to it.
It was unnerving, but also soothing at the same time. She always made me feel like it was okay. I still avoided it, though, because i was just a kid and it was really freaky.

I never told my dad about it as a kid, but I did ask him about my mom. He never wanted to talk about her. Sometimes he even got mad at me for trying too hard to bring it up.

It was only recently that I described this apparition to him. He nearly drove into a telephone pole; obviously he knew something. I asked him, again, about my mom. He still would say much, except that she died when I was very young, and that she loved me very much. He also admitted that her hair and eyes were those colors, just like mine.


So I did some research on my own, looking up her name for myself on my birth certificate and trying to find any references I could, any news clips about a boy nearly drowning, any thing. I mostly wanted a picture, something I could match to my guardian angel.

Today, burried in our town library, I found it.

WINCHESTER: Marie Withie, 28, drowned to death yesterday evening after climbing a razerwire fence and fleeing to a nearby resevoir. A funeral is schedueled by her family for the 25th. Marie was institutionalized just six months ago, after being found "not guilty" of attempted murder on grounds of insanity. Her husband Daniel Withie had acted quickly enough to rescue their infant child when she was found trying to drown him in a bathtub.
>> Anonymous
There's a tale from when I was young, although I never held much stock in it. I mean it was just a spooky story that was told to scare kids right? Thing is, one day I used google to find it, turns out that it's a common belief in Chinese tradition. From it I've taken one thing, never ever sleep with a mirror facing your bed. That's when they like to watch you. Those envious ones trapped on the other side. Some people say that are dopplegangers other stories say that they are people who have disappeared over the centuries, never found without a trace, dragged into their own reflection never to be seen again. They're envious of us, our world of life and light, they're trapped in their little windowed world looking for ways through, hiding and reflecting so that they are seen to be innocent reflections, things that can't possibly hurt you. It's a lie, a common thing that has been forgotten over the years. Ever woken up in the evening and one of your limbs has been hanging out the bed and it's deathly cold... you've just encountered one of them. They'd seen you were asleep and tried to drag you away. If you'd have stayed asleep you'd have awoken and found yourself to be in a terrible place, although that's speculation. They can't survive outside the mirror world very long, after being trapped there they get dependent on the energies that sustain it and it's out of spite and malice they drag you there too, away from your loved ones and real people, trapped with the lonely and spiteful for the rest of time.
>> Anonymous
>>51350319

That's my favorite one lol.

always makes me think...O_O
>> Anonymous
HEY FUCK YOU EGYPTIAN FAGGOTRY

EYEBALLS MY ARSE
>> Anonymous
Do you ever wonder how scary death is? Think about it, its the one thing that we truly know absolutely nothing about. Some people may cite religious beliefs of an afterlife, others might claim they just focus on life, but its really something that is totally and utterly foreign to us. And what if the religious people are wrong? What if death really is nonexistance, that its simply over once the brain dies? Terrifying, huh? Of course, a reasoning goes that you won't notice it, since you won't exist. But... Let's say a certain someone could expose you nonexistance. Let's say this person could actually let you experience the state of not existing and more importantly, let you remember it. He'd probably be able to get you to agree to anything in order to avoid that fate. Tangentially, for certain people near death, their brain activity sometimes ceases completely for about 3 seconds, and then returns, only to shortly die in a more conventional fashion. As another aside, many hospital orderlies have noticed a man wearing a suit that they have never seen in any catalog or on any person before. Interestingly enough, when you ask them about the suit, they will struggle for a moment, then reply that it’s hard to describe, but they are sure they haven’t seen it before. Ask them about the man, however, and they will freeze up, spasm violently, and reply "What man?"
>> Anonymous
Don't turn around.

It doesn't like being watched.
>> Anonymous
>>51348976

when i was younger my friends and i used to go to a pool hall a little ways outside of town. we'd all grown up in an apartment complex relatively close by, and we'd been swiping smokes out of the vending machine since we were 10, and shooting pool there since we were 13; and now that we were 18 or 19 the bartenders were pretty good about forgetting how old we were. so this was a place we went to a LOT, i knew and was friendly with almost everyone that walked in the door. one night i was pretty much the only customer in the place, so the bartender and i were playing 14.1 continuous shots before each time the other person broke. since wed been playing for hours i'd done a lot of shots (the bartender not so many :P ) when the door flew open and in walked two of my friends, call them jake and jenny. now jake was just about the biggest badass of a 19 year old id ever met in my life; before that night i would have sworn there was nothing in the world that could have scared him. if any of you have ever read any of the sin city graphic novels, or seen the movie, this kid is a younger version of marv. prettier, i imagine, since his face wasnt all scarred up, but other than that just like him. nevertheless, he was obviously nervous about something. he had both of his arms around jenny and she was just curled up against his chest about as tight as she could get. it was really cold out, and i couldnt see her face because she had it pressed so far into jakes coat, but i could see her shoulders shake as she sobbed against jakes chest.
>> Anonymous
Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Most will simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickering candle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture. Ninety-nine out of a hundred times, these people are right.

But then there's that one elusive sight. It can easily be explained by the above conditions, but something feels wrong about it. A chill down your spine, a slight pain in your side. Maybe even a complete blanking of your mind, only to recede moments later.

Should any of these symptoms be felt, there may be cause for worry. Our peripheral vision is designed to catch motion, even in the dark. This was used to defend against predators in our early days, and as with many aspects of our human nature, it has remained, but weakened.

This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist. Should you ever feel that queer chill in your back, try not to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of your eye. It might be better not to see.
>> Anonymous
>>51347212

You guys should watch Death Note, Ryuuk aint scary, he ownz
>> Anonymous
>>51350643
jake half carried her over to where the bartender and i were playing and tried to sit her down, but she wouldnt let go of him. i had to help detangle them, and when we finally got her sat down she grabbed both of us and wouldnt let go. so we sat right next to her and the bartender brought her some coffee-+, and we began to get her settled down. when she was finally calm enough to talk, what she jake told me was probably the creepiest thing id ever heard up to that point. but what she told me next was downright scary... and the WAY she told it ill remember for the rest of my life. she spoke totally without emotion. like someone that knew she was going to die and was resigned to her fate, just reading lines out of a script because shed been had told to and didnt know what else to do. all the color that had come back into her face since she arrived drained back out. she didnt start sobbing again, but tears poured out of her eyes and she wouldnt look anywhere but in her lap, and god help me if i never see anyone that scared again ill have no complaints about my life. t seems that jenny had been alone in her house and heard a knocking on her door. expecting jake (they were probably gonna bone) she'd gotten up from the couch and unlocked the door without looking to see who it was, saying 'come on in!' as she returned to her seat.
>> Anonymous
In a certain area of a certain city in Pennyslvania is an area of flat concrete, the kind of place used as a basketball court or similar, near to a school building. If you wait in this area on the 10th September, you will eventually be approached by two youths with an aggressive demeanor about them. The youths will challenge you to a fight, which you must accept. Following the brawl, return to your home. It is important that you tell your mother of this incident. She will become perturbed by your tale, and order you to leave for an area of Los Angeles. You will be compelled to obey her.

At the nearest taxi rank, whistle for a cab and one will approach. You may see that its license plate reads "FRESH", and there will be novelty dice dangling from the rear-view mirror. Do not be disturbed by the odor of the cab's interior, and speak only the words "Yo home, to Bel Air" to the driver.

When you arrive in Los Angeles, seemingly only seconds later, you must speak again to the driver, this time saying "Yo home, smell ya' later". DO NOT LOOK BACK AS THE TAXI LEAVES. You will be dropped off at the entrance to a large mansion. Approach the door and knock three times. If you follow these instructions exactly, you will become the star of a popular television sitcom. However, after 5 years, 8 months and 10 days have passed, your life will end in the most unimaginably hideous way.
>> Anonymous
>>51350643
jake half carried her over to where the bartender and i were playing and tried to sit her down, but she wouldnt let go of him. i had to help detangle them, and when we finally got her sat down she grabbed both of us and wouldnt let go. so we sat right next to her and the bartender brought her some coffee-+, and we began to get her settled down. when she was finally calm enough to talk, what she jake told me was probably the creepiest thing id ever heard up to that point. but what she told me next was downright scary... and the WAY she told it ill remember for the rest of my life. she spoke totally without emotion. like someone that knew she was going to die and was resigned to her fate, just reading lines out of a script because shed been had told to and didnt know what else to do. all the color that had come back into her face since she arrived drained back out. she didnt start sobbing again, but tears poured out of her eyes and she wouldnt look anywhere but in her lap, and god help me if i never see anyone that scared again ill have no complaints about my life. t seems that jenny had been alone in her house and heard a knocking on her door. expecting jake (they were probably gonna bone) she'd gotten up from the couch and unlocked the door without looking to see who it was, saying 'come on in!' as she returned to her seat.
>> Anonymous
>>51350926
she said as she sat down she looked back because she hadnt heard anyone come in. the door was wide open, and there was a young kid standing in the entryway, his eyes wandering over the house. then he smiled and walked in bringing a shadow or something with him (not really a shadow, i guess, what she actually told me was that when he came in it looked like the night came after him, but im pretty sure if i had just said that people would call it hokey and laugh this story off or say i was just making it up). and then he looked at her, still smiling, and began to speak. but she didnt hear what he was saying, because as soon as their eyes met she felt pure terror, and that the 'world started to go out'. the last thing she remembers before coming to in jakes car were the thoughts 'mistake. die. help.' jake took over after that, saying when he pulled up to her house he could tell something was wrong; said he could just feel it. he was surprised to see the door open and the lights off, so he rushed in calling for jenny or her folks. according to jake, as soon as he crossed he felt different. said it was like the air was thicker and darker, hard to move through, harder to think in, impossible to see. he felt fuzzy and sleepy and scared like hed never been before, but he kind of shook himself out of it and called jenny's name again. when he did, he said he heard a kind of hiss and felt something looking at him. he said he felt HATED by it. he didnt know how long it watched him, but he was terrified until all of the sudden there was a bang loud enough to rattle the doors on the cupboards and the presence he felt was gone.
>> Anonymous
MOAR
>> Anonymous
>>51351186
>4chan + dialup makes me want to an hero.
Working on it.

>>51351016
at that point he could see again, although the lights were still out, and what he saw was jenny standing sort of to the side of the couch, just staring off at nothing. he shook her and she didnt respond, he slapped her and she just moaned a little. since he was scared shitless and the lights didnt work, he carried jenny out to his car and decided to drive to the pool hall where he knew there were lights and probably friends. i didnt know what to make of the story. my normal inclination would be to call bullshit, but jakes no actor and i could see he was scared shitless, and jenny was in a state beyond acting. neither was up for the kind of civilized company that would probably be rolling into the bar later, so i told them to head back to my place. they both had keys, so they were going to go let themselves in while i chatted with the bartender till someone else came in (he threatened to throw me a severe beating if i left him alone after what hed just heard). finally one of the other regulars came in and i went out and started up my truck. i was letting it warm up a bit when there was a rap on my passenger side door. for a second i felt a kind of dread that till that point id only imagined could exist, but only for a second. then i went numb. i could still feel the fear, but it was distant. kind of like a toothache that you put that ambasol shit on, it still hurts but youre kind of disassociated from the pain. anyway, i reached over and opened the door (window didnt roll down) and there was THE kid, and he started talking.
>> Anonymous
>>51350319
this one always bothers me because pyramid head doesn't belong in that list
>> Anonymous
>>51345272

Reminds me of the chose you own adventure endings.
>> Anonymous
>>51351359
'hey, mister, its awfully cold out and im all alone, can i have a ride?' youd think that someone that had just heard all that i had would just fucking bail at that point, but to tell the truth i didnt feel that was an option. it was like it just wasnt allowed for some reason. also, i felt exactly the same thing jake had described when it came to being fuzzy; i was already sort of buzzing and when i saw the kid it was like my brain shut down almost totally. it was like it was very difficult to think of anything he didnt want me to think of. i started to choke out the word 'no' but before i could get it out he spoke again: 'come on mister, its freezing and im so young. besides, you know what its like to be a kid, alone and afraid and COLD. dont you?' and the thing was, he was right. as a kid id run away from home on more than one occasion, and at least once probably nearly died because of pulling that shit at the wrong time of the year. i remember thinking, 'hey, this kid aint so bad. hes just scared, like i was. and if i dont let him in, hell probably die.' i thought about it and all the sudden it popped into my head that if i didnt give the kid a ride and he died id be a murderer, and to this day i think that little boy put that thought in my head. so what i did was leave the door open and put my hand back on the wheel. the boy climbed in and shut the door, and when he did the numbing sensation left me; all the fear came back full force, but i still couldnt think straight, or do it quickly. i remember saying 'where?' and the boy looked at me
>> Anonymous
>>51351556
'boy it sure is cold. thanks for the ride. just take me where your friends are going mister. wherever they are going, take me there and drop me off.' 'cant,' i said. he looked straight at me and smiled. 'oh, its ok, mister. just drop me off wherever they are, its ok. i'll be fine.' 'cant. dont have any friends,' i explained. then he looked at me, and i could tell he was angry. his forehead bunched up like he was concentrating and he said 'dont lie to me. why would you lie to me? im just a poor, lonely little boy, whos cold and scared and HUNGRY, and youre lying to me.' and at that point i had to admit to myself, i WAS lying to him. so i put the truck in gear and started driving home. the little boy said nothing on the way; just sat in his seat, looking straight ahead, smiling and humming to himself. my head was still feeling fuzzy, and imo i would probably have done whatever the kid asked me to do; but at that point a cruiser pulled up behind me and flashed its lights. it gave me a little shock, a small fright next to the big one my passenger was causing me, but it shocked me enough that i came back to my senses a little. that kid was pissed, tho. he told me to tell the officer to go away. he said 'tell him your going home and he should leave you alone. tell him to do that and he will.'
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>51344518
pic is of the Invincible's poor, trashy cousin.
>> Anonymous
>>51351556
'boy it sure is cold. thanks for the ride. just take me where your friends are going mister. wherever they are going, take me there and drop me off.' 'cant,' i said. he looked straight at me and smiled. 'oh, its ok, mister. just drop me off wherever they are, its ok. i'll be fine.' 'cant. dont have any friends,' i explained. then he looked at me, and i could tell he was angry. his forehead bunched up like he was concentrating and he said 'dont lie to me. why would you lie to me? im just a poor, lonely little boy, whos cold and scared and HUNGRY, and youre lying to me.' and at that point i had to admit to myself, i WAS lying to him. so i put the truck in gear and started driving home. the little boy said nothing on the way; just sat in his seat, looking straight ahead, smiling and humming to himself. my head was still feeling fuzzy, and imo i would probably have done whatever the kid asked me to do; but at that point a cruiser pulled up behind me and flashed its lights. it gave me a little shock, a small fright next to the big one my passenger was causing me, but it shocked me enough that i came back to my senses a little. that kid was pissed, tho. he told me to tell the officer to go away. he said 'tell him your going home and he should leave you alone. tell him to do that and he will.'
>> Anonymous
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>>51350414

Did someone say drowned?
>> Anonymous
>>51351827
what i did instead took more willpower than anything ive done before or since. when the officer got out of his car, i opened my truck door, got out and put my hands on my head, walked towards him and said 'ive been drinking. drinking and driving all over the goddamn place.' i heard a shriek from the cab of the truck, a godawful noise i'd never care to hear again in life. as shitty as a dui is, i knew right then that id made the right decision; instead of having to get back in the truck and take the kid to my house to do god knows what with my friends, i got to take a breathalyzer. which confirmed that although i wasnt legally drunk, i did have alcohol in my system, and in my state that will get a minor a dui regardless of whether they are legally drunk or not. and so i got sat in the cruiser to wait while the cop processed my stuff and the tow truck came for my vehicle. while i waited i looked out the window right next to me to see the little boy standing directly outside the window, staring at me. HATING me so badly it made me sick to my stomach then, and makes me shiver to remember it now. and thats pretty much the whole story. before anyone asks, i dont actually remember noticing the kids eyes at all; the whole period of time from when he tapped on my door till i got into the cruiser i remember as kind of a vague fugue state. like a dream i had, but a true dream nonetheless. neither jenny nor jake ever mentioned the kids eyes, either. in fact, neither ever mentioned the kid again, and i didnt share with them my own encounter.
>> Anonymous
SLEEP

i am going to protect you. i willbe right there. they wont dare touch you or take your hair or your eyes or your inside while your asleep now because ill be there standing over you and i can scare them away. i wont let even one of them get inside you so you should feel safe

but you have to sleep. sleep!. im not allowed to come if you might see me.

maybe you can get in your blankets and pretend to be asleep. you have to pretend though. if you see me or hear me coming closer you have to pretend you don't hear me or see me. if you dont pretend ill have go to away forever and then they will get you. if it sounds like snakes and bugs coming in through your bathroom thats them and you should run. if it sounds like big heavy paws and my tail dragging and wet noises thats me and you should not be scared. ill protect you.

i want for you to feel safe

>> Anonymous
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WEEEE this is fun. I love this thread. Most of it is pretty fucking scary, and would make for some awesome movies. Where can I find more stories like this, except WITHOUT the creepy fucking pictures (seriously, no more pictures please)
>> Anonymous
>>51349191
THIS! THIS is why they should never have bought opium back to europe...
>> Anonymous
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>>51351849

Yup.


OP here. I've exhausted all of my new material, and most of my good old material as well, so unless anyone else has anything to contribute I'll take my leave.

We need to start these things earlier to frighten more children.
>> Anonymous
die already
>> Anonymous
Legend has it that if you travel east to Japan, you will find an old man living on the coast just 40 miles south of Tokyo. If you give this man $500,000 he will take you to an island just off the coast that can't be found on any map. This island is filled with people without faces or names, who hold grudges over the most trivial of matters. When you arrive at this island the first thing you will see is a swimming pool that is never open. Just beyond the pool you will find a town that is filled with cats. You must find a white cat wearing a pink bow. If you ask the cat how to get to Mexico, he will stand up and ask you for three things: Your name, your face, and your soul. If you agree to give them to him, your face will vanish and you will forget your own name. You can live on the island and have whatever you desire, but you can never leave the island. The only way to escape is to find the cat again and ask for a young child. The next day a van will pull up in front your house. You will hear a knock at the door, and a voice will ask if you want to come to a party. No one knows what happens if you answer the door.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
One bright sunny day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back, they faced each other
Drew out their swords and shot each other
The deaf policeman heard this noise
And came and shot the two dead boys
If you don't believe this lie, it's true
Ask the blind man, he saw it too.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
prity murmeydz
>> Anonymous
If you ever find yourself in Chicago, Illinois on a full moon, head on out to Grant Park. Sit on one of the benches, any will do, and ask "is the one watching me?". If you hear a small voice whisper back "yes he is", then you are lucky. Ask again, "what does the one want from me?". The voice will reply back, "It is small and white". Ask again, but much softer, "who is the thief?". The voice will reply back, "I'm not certain" in a barely audible whisper. Ask one more question, "Is this object your iPod Mitchell?". You will start to hear a crying noise. Follow that noise to the point that it stops and bend down. At your feet you should find an iPod nano. Ask the sky, "Would you like your iPod?". The voice will respond, "yes please. Leave it where you found it." Respond back, "No bitch, this is my iPod now." Suddenly the ground below you will start to shake violently, what happens next is a mystery, but be warned that out over 9000 who have stolen Mitchell's iPod, none still walk this Earth.
>> Anonymous
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>>51352029

Pussy.

Anyway, the OP's image is a rar full of creepypasta from like a freak'in year and a half ago.

Can someone get this anon the Creepythread 4.0 jpg/rar?
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>51349191
"please pass the sauce"
"certainly"
lol
>> Anonymous
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i fucking hate this picture.

you're welcome
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
AAAAHHHHHH THE HORROR


MOAR GODDAMNIT
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
bump
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
PENIS
>> Anonymous
>>51350373
Aw, fuck you. Thats creepy. Bastard! I love you.

>>51351016
Story blowed. Fail at life, loser. It wasn't even scary. For one you typed it out as if it really happened, which is a no-no for horror stories. For another thing the story wasn't even fucking scary, it just had the girl "feel unimaginable terror" when she looked in some kids eyes. No creepy descriptions, no suspense, just pure fucking fail. Kill yourself.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
When I was a bit yourger and more confident I went to an area I thought I knew. Got there in a foggy mornin, followed my instincts and walked out into what I thought was a "familiar" road.

I walked up and down that road for hours in increasing increments until I finally decided i was lost. When I flagged down a truck passing by They drove around until they found my vehicle MILES from where I thought I was.
Lessons: Never go out without a compass or preferably a gps with your home location marked!!!
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
A 15-year old boy in a small town in Maryland sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on and logged into an instant messaging program, and was then suprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day.

It consisted of two words; "please come". Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he'd been absent that day. After two more messages and fifteen minutes with no response, he decided to get on his bike and head over to his classmate's house. It was a short ride, only about five minutes away.

When he got to the house, he found the door was unlocked. Inside, partially dried blood was splattered over the walls and floors, and an unrecognizable figure was crumpled against the far wall. It was missing an arm and a leg, and bloody streaks on the floor lead away from the body and into the kitchen. The boy slammed the door closed, and immediately called 911 on his cell phone.

When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracks leading away from the house from the back door. The forensics report concluded that the entire family, the boy's classmate and his parents, had been killed sometime the previous night.
>> Anonymous
>>51351898
You are a waste of air.

Post more good ones! Like the log one with the creepy little monsters with the scratches and shit. Although the ending of that one was boring. Why would you be writing "oh shit here they come" instead of doing something? Lame
>> Anonymous
In my house, there is a wooden door. Behind this door is a bathroom, which contains a toilet. This is where I shit.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
Have you ever been taking a shower and felt like something was moving around behind the curtain? Especially if you were alone? Like as if something were watching you? Did you look up? Did you catch the very vaguest hint of eyebrows or a tuft of matted, greasy hair above the curtain rod?

That's not a good idea. It doesn't really like it if you see it. It likes it the most when you've got shampoo on your hair, and your eyes are shut tight so they won't sting. Or even better, when there's soap and bubbles all over your soft, pink face. It likes that the best, because your eyes are clenched so tight, and even if you did want to open them, like, if you heard a soft scratching against the plastic shower curtain, or a rasping of claws on bathroom tile, or the gentle splatter of drool or cum or... god knows what... well, you wouldn't open your eyes because it'd burn. Right?

Right.

Don't open your eyes. Because if you ever see its face, catch its eyes...

Well.

It'll notice.
>> Anonymous
>>51352483
Well played Anon.
>> Anonymous
>>51352483
Well played Anon.
>> Anonymous
There exists on the internet a website called 4chan. On site you will find a link to a board where people post random images and text. Hidden amongst the images and text you will find a thread which speaks of many strange and often deadly stories. The stories are all true. However, they must never be read in they're entirety, or the reader will never see again.
>> Anonymous
>>51354994
Fucking dialup
>> Anonymous
http://www.mangavolume.com/death%20note/chapter-death-note-001/
Free Death Note! Read left to right. No downloads requied. Easy to use; don't mistake the chapter tab thing for the page tab thing, the tab on the right next to the backward/next buttons is the page tab. That or if you don't trust the link, google "death note manga". Weee! (note: not scary at all, just good manga)

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO MORE PICTURES
>> Anonymous
A boy cries out for his mother...

"Mommy, mommy!!! There's a monster in my room!"

The mom goes to her son's room and turns on the lights to see what's going on.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

To which the boy replies, "The monster in my closet came out and was looking for me."

The mother smiles and tells her son, "The next time the monster comes out, just whistle and it will scare it way ok? Now go to bed and I'll see you in the morning."

As the night went on the boy heard something so he started to whistle.

Suddenly an hand quickly grabbed the boy and covered his mouth as he said, "Thanks kid, if it weren't for your whistling, I would have never found you in the dark..."
>> Anonymous
In my room, there is a computer. Inside this computer is a folder. Inside that folder is another hidden folder. Inside that hidden folder is porn. This is what I fap to.
>> Anonymous
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>>51349515
>> Anonymous
if you ever end up wandering into an abandoned alley on an october night, stop and listen. is you hear a faint voice say "what is it you wish to learn?" announce clearly "everything". as the word comes out of your mouth you will be transported and the area around you will fade and smear in an orangeish glow. do not move your legs. or you will be killed by the forces of the transportation. whe it is done you will be in a dark and desolate area, populated by nothing but rocks. turn around and you will see a man in a suit. he will say "do you want to play a game?" if you say no you will go unconsious and wake up back home, but if you say yes he will reply "good"
the next part is unknown for you, as every person experiences different chalenges. if you are to lose one of them a voice will echo "you just lost the game" and you will be transported back home as if it never happened, only your memory of it will exist. but if you finnish everyone of the tasks you will be ranked king of demons and will spend an eternity ruleing them all in the underworld. there are two catches though,you can never have sex. doing so will kill the woman (or man if your a fag) and fuse your inserted bodyparts permanetly. you will have to drag around a dead girl by your dick, eventually causeing it to fall off from weight. the other catch is you can only return to the overworld on the day you began the tasks, and noone can see you in the overworld. no body feels you bump into them, nothing. you are a ghost up there.
>> Anonymous
>>51355349
original content? on my /b/?
>> Anonymous
>>51354598
>>51354038

The author of the long-ass, poorly-written story I posted isn't present to the best of my knowledge.

I saved it (in my "best of" folder, even; in with the Holder of the End, the German Medic, and WITNESS) because it really worked for me. Perhaps it's something to do with the poor quality of writing; I think the author was a good writer who did a very good job of pretending to be a poor writer and an even better job of hinting at things which were "beyond the poor writers ability to convey".

Your mileage may vary, but I find it to be interesting and- when taken as an actual rambling post made by a got-a-"D"-in-tech-English shitface- fairly creepy.
>> Anonymous
one day i was lurking on /b/ when i came across a creepy thread. The thread was the creepiest I had ever seen. In fact, it was so spine-tinglingly full of win that I had to pinch myself to make sure I wasnt dreaming up a thread that actually was not full of fail. I pinched my left arm, and felt it. Nope, I wasnt sleeping. Satisfied that I could leave the computer for a few minutes and f5 after microwaving some hot pockets which i planned to enjoy with my reading, I got up and went to the fridge. What happened next sent a shiver of fear throughout my body...
>> Anonymous
damn, haven't had a creepypasta fix all day
>> Anonymous
>>51355864
damnit /b/, i have to leave to drive a stupid bitch home. I trust some anon will finish this story I have started. Pretty good premise I think...
Farewell.
>> Anonymous
>>51345081
Is this one part of the kingofwolves website?
>> Anonymous
>>51355446
>>51355349

Samefaggotry.

But hey, you guys are trying, which more than the "real anon" of old /b/ did. The pasta menue seriously didn't change for like a fucking year.

Anyway, if you guys want real critique then hit /x/, but for what its worth I'm still watching.
>> Anonymous
DON'T LET THIS DIE, /B/TARDS! Where theads can die in seconds.
>> Anonymous
>>51344518
Come on, come on! I need my scary fix! START POSTING MORE OR GIVE ME LINKS TO MORE. NO PICTURES PLEASE. XD
>> Anonymous
>>51355349
you are a faggot and a half
>> Anonymous
Every once in awhile, while you're driving down a long empty road, you might be struck by the urge to change the radio station. People don't really listen to local radio so much these days, what with iPods and CD changes and other crap, but...

Well, don't worry, the feeling will strike anyway. As long as cars have antennas and FM receivers and maybe, somehow, even after they don't anymore...

Anyway, if it's "the urge", it'll get ya. You'll turn the dial to 105.7. Maybe a bit farther. 105.75. Right in there.

And the music will hit you. It's never the same for any two people. Some just slam the car into the nearest tree. Pulled out later by a fire crew with nothing left of their bodies but a shattered torso and a smile on their face. Some will get to their destinations and write the Great American Novel, or maybe buy the stock that makes them a millionaire. Some might just piss themselves and need to have a nurse spoon feed them for the rest of their lives.

Just understand, when the urge hits, you'll tune in to 105.7.
>> Anonymous
The last man in the world was sitting in his living room.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
>> Anonymous
>>51356914
GOD DAMN I HATE HFS
>> Anonymous
almost in every house, there is a corner.

the person that lived there before you took a nasty dump in that corner. nobody know's who cleaned it up.
>> Anonymous
>>51356580
satisfy your scary fix by watching your mom shower
>> Anonymous
WHEEE MOREMOREMORE
>> Anonymous
>>51356929
lol
>> Anonymous
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>>51355349
This is what happens when you wander into an alley.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Next time the mood strikes you, pick up a box of envelopes and a sheet of stamps from the store. I know, nobody writes letters anymore. But give it a try. You'll be glad you did.

Write a nice letter on some decent stock. Something about you, your life, what you're doing, what's exciting you right now. Address it to "Mr. Teller". Make sure to be thorough, and try to keep your handwriting decent. Now fold it neatly, stick it in your envelope. Put a stamp on it.

Now address it:

888 Eerie Rd
Lasser, AZ 60481
C/O: Mr. Teller

That's it. Drop it in your mail box. Wait a week or two. You won't see the mail man come by. If you're at home when you get delivery, go out about an hour afterwards. You'll smell the distinct odor of rotting beef fat, and charcoal. If you're at work, or school, or whatever, no big deal. You'll get hints. A little bit of jiggling stuff on the handle of your mail box that looks like the skin you peel off after a bad sunburn. Maybe a black, greasy streak on the side of the mailbox. The hints don't matter. What's important is the letters.

They're from the future. Yeah? Pretty lame, I know. But try it anyway.

CONT...
>> Anonymous
The first few will be from a week or two ahead of you. They'll be about you, too. Depends on what you're doing. Got a big school project? It'll congratulate you/console you, depending on how you're meant to do. Get a new girlfriend? It'll suggest that whoever is writing them wants to meet her or tell you there's plenty of fish in the sea.

This won't stop. Ever. So get used to it. And they'll start being from farther and farther ahead.

They'll tell you about your 40th birthday when you might only thirty. Over the hill, ha ha! Your retirement when you've just started doing what you love. RSVP for the funeral of your spouse...before you've met her. And that's the thing. As they get further and further ahead, they'll start telling you about things you haven't started yet. They'll start being useful. They'll tell you how to become rich, successful, popular with the opposite sex.

The only problem is, well... they don't change fate, so much. They just help your predict it. It'll make you think you can change the future, but you can't. You can just know what's coming, sooner. But the letters might tell you you're going to die young. And you might think you can run.

You can't. And that's when things get really bloody. Just a warning.

But you'll forget the warning, think you can get away.

Shit, I did.

-Mr. Teller
>> Anonymous
>>51355349
did anyone get "the game" in this?
god
>> Anonymous
ooh, just got home from work and I saw soem new creepypasta
>> Anonymous
>>51353841
That's not scary, that's hot.
>> Anonymous
>>51345724
>>51347882
my favorites
>> Anonymous
Fucking hell I was reading this thread and someone knocked on my door and I nearly shat my pants.
>> Anonymous
>>51357817
Holy shit, same here kinda.

Im in my living room and the entryway to the front door is to my right, JUST OUT OF MY SIGHT. And my dog is laying on the floor asleep, and all of a sudden he starts growling really low and vicious. I shit you not I nearly shat my pants, didn't want to look to see what he was growling at, etc.

im such a pussy.
>> Anonymous
If you ever have a friend or acquaintance who is forced to stay home because of "diarrhea," my advice is to not visit that person, no matter what the reason may be.

However, if you do, be forewarned. His mother will offer you a breakfast burrito, which you will take a bite of, but only after she has left the room to give her son "more TP." You will be compelled to spit out the burrito and then raid the surrounding cabinets in search of more food.

This is what I like to call the danger point, because before this point you can conceivably turn away at any point and be completely unaffected. But, once you start to raid the cabinets, there's no turning back. As you raid the cabinets, you'll find one that is filled with candy bars and root beer. When you find it, you will devour everything inside without warning or hesitation. This is what awakens IT inside of your subconcious.
>> Anonymous
After eating a total of 27 candy bars and a six-pack of root beer, you will start to babble incoherently, like a raving lunatic hopped up on crack-cocaine. This will continue until you hear somebody say a word that is either Spanish or sounds Spanish, like "Nicaragua." At this point, the creature that you awakened will take over your body. There is no stopping it you can only accept it and sit back and watch while the creature controls your every move.

When IT starts to take hold, you will pull the collar of your shirt over your head as you continue to babble incoherently. However, certain phrases will be distinguishable from the drivel you are spouting. These phrases are usually things like "I AM THE GREAT CORNHOLIO! I NEED TP FOR MY BUNGHOLE!" and other such nonsense.

It may seem funny at first, but it will take you over every time you ingest a large amount of sugar or caffeine. "Cornholio's" antics may seem harmless, but it will evolve every time it emerges from your soul and as it evolves, the ramifications of its actions will increase. This alter ego could possibly get you deported to Mexico, cause you to crash a plane, or start World War III. This alter ego is completely undetectable and you will invariably be blamed for everything it does.

So, for your own sake, for the sake of the human race, DON'T visit your sick friend who has diarrhea.
>> Anonymous
>>51357817

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>51358085
fucking win
>> Anonymous
That it is, and do you know why?

BECAUSE I'M AN ALPHA MALE
>> Anonymous
>>51354750
OH FUCK NO!!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
ok guys, this isnt creepypasta or shit, this is a nightmare i had the night before 6/6/06 and what happened on 6/6/06. I was driving in my car down this road that exists irl, ive ridden on it befoe and its not to close to my house. now i dont beleive in that day of the beast shit that was going around, but this scared me. the raidio was OFF an iwas enjoying my ride whe the raidio turns ON and acouple of dings come out of thespeakers followed by a voice saying "we will come back for you" and then a voice similar to bush saying "please see REV 13:18. Im not catholic, nor have i read a bible before, so i didnt come up with what some of you might think of, i just googled it and got this; "This calls for wisdom. If anyone has insight, let him calculate the number of the beast, for it is man's number. His number is 666."
i woke up after those voices and was scared. after find that information about the phrase i was given a call on my cellphone. the number was 1-800-666, NO FUCKING JOKE I know it doesnt work if you try calling it but it called me. when i picked up it was real quiet, then there was that tradional screamer video scream and it hung up on me. WTF i was scared shitless. all true i fucking swear.
>> Anonymous
>>51358085
>>51358173

I fapped to this!
>> Anonymous
You know how light works, right? The energy of an electromagnetic wave dictates wavelength, and there's only a very small amount of electromagnetic energy that we can actually see. Then there's infrared, microwaves, radio waves, gamma rays... all that crap.

The thing is, even if you can't see it, that isn't to say you can't receive it. Let's just say there are frequencies of energy that scientists don't know too much about. That isn't to say they haven't studied it. It's just that anybody who actually sees it, and mind you, it isn't hard to reproduce if you know just where it is, goes a little, well... fucking nuts. I can't be too specific, that'd be stupid. But it's between 10,000,000,000,000,000,000Hz and 10,000,000,000,000,000,000,000Hz. Odds are pretty good it'll fry your optic nerve once you see it. But that's sorta for the best.

See, the optic nerve leads to your brain in a pretty sensitive spot. Right next to the Oblongata and Thalamas. These control most of your very primitive functions... breathing, heart beat, desire to eat, desire to kill.

Point is, it's a good thing they -usually- go blind. It makes you mad. People start ripping, tearing, thrashing at whoever is around them. If nobody is around them, they even tear themselves to shreds, not recognizing their limbs for their own when their flailing hands happen upon another part of their body.

Like I said, though, it's not too common for somebody to see this kinda radiation. But still... There's a reason nobody is allowed near the two cities around Chernobyl. And a damn good reason the disaster at Three Mile Island was kept so low key.

>> Anonymous
>>51357817
i know, i was watching you. dont turn around yet, im not done
>> Anonymous
>>51359553

People are allowed near chernobyl. They give you a bus tour and bring you sandwiches.
>> Anonymous
Well I didn't intend on going to sleep anyways, but thanks for making me shit myself and now I'm scared to death to turn around. Also, 30mins of my life are gone
>> Anonymous
Some of these creepypasta are shit. Others are really good.

MOAR!
>> Anonymous
>>51357373
<3 Mr. Teller.
>> Anonymous
>>51359553
Fail. The difference between visible light and other electromagnetic radiation (infrared, ultraviolet, x-rays, etc.) is the wavelength, not the frequency.
>> Anonymous
moar pl0x
>> Anonymous
>>51358173
I love you Beavis.
>> Anonymous
I fucking LOVE these threads. Some new copypasta in here I haven't seen before. Anyone have any more? Were there any new Holder bits?
>> Anonymous
>>51360108

Nuclear-powered fail. Frequency is directly related to wavelength, ass-shit.
>> Anonymous
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rock on
>> Anonymous
>>51353841
this is my angel
>> Anonymous
moar?
>> Anonymous
Did you ever wonder how the whole "Creepy-Pasta" thing started? Was it an obvious extension of the old fireside ghost story, expanded for the internet generation? A shared love of human being to be scared shitless? Well, yes and no.

A lot of creepy pasta is fun. Some of it makes you think. Some of it really just sucks. But a lot of it, the really good pasta, the pasta that makes you think, or makes you shiver, or makes you look around you in the dark even though you know you're alone in your room and safe... those all come from one place. From one source.

From me.

Ever notice how the more pasta you read, the more tired you get? Even though you're scared, jittery, nervous. You start wanting to sleep more, and more, and more? Even though every nerve in your brain is urging you to stay awake to prepare for the ghost/scary girl/monster/crazy plant seed that makes you creepy?

That's your energy drifting away. The energy that you yourself turned negative with your frightened thoughts and terrified impulses. I love it. I get off on it. I creep up next to you guys as you read sometimes, and get a little hard on, or a little wet - my gender depends on your own mind - as you worry yourself senseless.

And I do it every night. I fucking love it. I love that you'll laugh this one off and label it "shitty pasta" and go back to reading about the 5,098,058th holder.

And I'm not gonna stop writing any time soon.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>51360266
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway
house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask
to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the CP". Should
a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then
be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden
section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone
talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you
will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm
just passing through, I wish to talk. have a seat over there." If you still hear silence,
flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at
an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know
in the morning if you've escaped.

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words
continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless
room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, thrusting his hand up and down rapidly in the middle of his waist section, and he will be typing on and veiwing a computer.
The person will only respond to one question.
"what is love?"

The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question
in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear
soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst
thing, and ask for the sauce to that delicious loli. You will want
to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of
cruelty and unrelenting horror.

Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.

That object is 34 of 2538. They must never be revealed to the police. Never.
>> Anonymous
>>51361099
lulz
>> Anonymous
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>>51361099
34, u so clvr
>> Anonymous
>>51361099
lol awesome.
>> Anonymous
>>51361099
oh god by his hands? after you pointed out what he just got done doing with them?
>> Anonymous
Ol'factory is one of the more ignored senses. Every now and then, but, it's the most important one - it can save your life (and I'm not talking about smelling fire).

There exists creatures who cannot be seen, cannot be heard, cannot be touched (hence there's no licking them to get a taste, either). They give off a very strong smell. It can't be described, but you'll know it when you smell it. Their smell is the only way we know they're here.

If you smell it, don't be a fool and open the window hoping the smell will go away. It won't. Run. The smell may follow you, other people will smell it on you and assume you need to shower - after all, you are running away. Eventually though, you'll lose it. You can go back to doing what you want then, that one knows you know they exist, and you know the only prevention from it is running.

If you don't run, the smell won't last long. Once it goes away you'll know there's something wrong - you'll feel it. There's nothing you can do by this time. It is inside of you - and you'll notice your body doesn't respond to your actions. It controls you.

They snatch your body - they'll mutilate it. Your body will be found and the cause of death is suicide. There's no note. Your fear of death as you are powerless to stop it is what it feeds on.
>> Anonymous
There's a lot of scary stories written about TV static. Poltergeist might be the most famous. Then there was that one a year or two back... White Noise? Something like that. Point is, the randomness of the dancing black and white screen has always made people feel a bit queasy, and a bit unnerved.

But what if I told you white noise was obscenely important? How many of you remember being little and falling asleep with the TV on? What did it come to eventually, early or late in the morning? White noise, as the stations ended their broadcast day. And when you woke up you felt calmed. You might not remember it now, but you did. Have a VHS tape with white noise on it? Turn it on, fall asleep to it. You'll wake up feeling good.

That's the thing. In the 1940's and 50's, mankind was getting too big. Too nuts. That's why television got so big, so fast. The government. Governments, even. They pushed it. They needed it. They had a lot of scientists smarter than you and me saying they needed it. Because mankind was going mad. It was too big. Too dense. Two massive wars, millions of dead, and it would only get worse unless... White noise. All the developed nations would be subtley exposed to it. They didn't need much. Just an hour or two every year or so would calm the fucked up signals blaring out of a modern person's brain. More wouldn't hurt. Less might. But it worked. There were still conflicts, fights, that's human nature. But it worked on the large scale.

Until recently. Digital cable? 24 hour broadcasting? People have forgotten, or stopped caring. Networks want profits. Pure-Cable channels run informercials. When was the last time you say white noise? About the time the real conflicts began revving up again. Bombings, hijackings, terrorism, political unrest. Nobody sees it white noise anymore. And people are starting to notice. And people are starting to die.
>> Anonymous
>>51361957
I used to sleep with the snow on the TV. It was awesome. Now I sleep in absolute darkness, but fond memories nonetheless. :D
>> Anonymous
>>51362279

I read that one and it really freaked me out. I put my TV on channels I don't get just for the white noise and leave it on there for hours on end. The noise never irritates me, it's never gotten to the point where I wanted to turn it off or change the channel... The only way I've ever turned it from white noise to something else was if there was something I had to do, or something good was coming on tv or something like that.
>> Anonymous
>>51362279
i used to stare at the fuzz and lose myself in thought. Sometimes Id get a warm feeling like there was someone holding me. When I snap out of it I realize where I am. Right now im in a room i rent in a city, all alone, typing this in darkness, as some cats rummage through the litter on the sidewalk. Even those cats are less lonely than I am.
>> Anonymous
>>51362462
"white noise" is caused by the cosmic microwave background radiation left over from the big bang.
>> Anonymous
>>51362743

Where'd you get that info from?
>> Anonymous
>>51362816

Steven Hawking.
>> Anonymous
>>51362930

superman?
>> Anonymous
ugh thats its I'm pissed. I'm getting my story from when the shadow person was in my room.
I hate all these fail stories about going into place X doing stupid action Y to summon mysterious being Z to learn the secrets of the universe but having to face consequence R for RETARDED. who the fuck is that selfish and in need of answers that they want to endanger their life for it?
>> Anonymous
The human brain is a very complex organ. More powerful than the most advanced computers. Occassionally able to heal amazing injuries and regain use after terrible accidents. We're all /b/tards. We're all pretty well read. We've all heard the stories.

But is that really so good? With all the advances, have you maybe lost a few of the simple, but vital functions?

There's a lot of creepy-pasta out there about "closed doors". Well, not that much I guess. But a few. They always talk about the creepy feeling you get when you look at a closed door. Only sometimes, usually at night. Mostly it's just that odd sensation that something is behind it. Something scary. Boo. LoL.

Seriously, how silly.

Thing is... Every once in awhile, it really sinks in. That feeling that the door, and what is on one side of it is actually dangerous. That sensation that leaves you standing at the door, hand hovering above the knob, unable to move until you whisper to yourself: "It's okay, you're being a pussy" until you force yourself to turn it and walk through. These are the important times.

The door is solid. You can't see through it, you can't sense through. So when you feel so amazingly drawn to that door... feel compelled to open it, but yet you're paralyzed with fear because of what might be on the other side... remember how sometimes your "advanced" brain might confuse more basic signals coming from sensory organs you might not rely on so much these days.

And realize maybe the "simpler" parts of your brain are trying to warn you of what's on YOUR side of the door.
>> Anonymous
>>51362674

I am sitting in dark, cold basement in the middle of Downtown Detroit. I have made contact with a total of two people in the past six months. I pay my rent by doing all of the bookkeeping/computer-related stuff for the person that owns the building i also live in the basement of. I haven't left this room in over two weeks. If I were to see sunlight I'd probably go blind.

Yet despite that I'm fina;;y happy.
>> Anonymous
>>51362816
various TV shows about space (the discovery channel kind, not scifi channel shit), various physics classes, an intro to astronomy class, etc.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noise_(video)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmic_background_radiation
>> Anonymous
There's a lot of white noise channels in iraq because they all have satellite dishes. I was on guard in a house one night with white noise on in the background. I don't know why we were staying in this house because it was across the street from a murder-house (where badguys kill locals for fun). I'd been getting a bad vibe or some evil juju off the place the whole day. So it's fuckin' 2 am and I hear the word basement. I turn expecting to see either the next guy for the shift or my LT, but there was no one. The screen catches my eye, and I see this slight outline of a figure in the tv-snow. Looks like a small child. Again I hear the word "basement" and realise it came from the tv. Not many haji homes have basements but this one did. Next morning I talked to LT and asked how thoroughly the place was checked. He said pretty well. I asked to double check the basement; he said OK. I went down there and found 2 hollow spots. One had the bodies of the family in it, including a small boy. The other had RPGs, AKs, and all sorts of other shit in it. Needless to say, that place got trashed and blown the fuck up.
>> Anonymous
>>51363315
holy shit
>> Anonymous
>>51363315
I lol'd.
>> Anonymous
>>51364100
O_o
>> Anonymous
>>51363123

Well, I was gonna go take a piss, but now I'm not leaving my chair, let alone opening my bedroom door.
>> Anonymous
>>51364141
ignore the /b/tard trying to flex his /x/ muscle
>> Anonymous
>>51364157
lol. I'm a lazy bastard. I piss in an empty orange juice bottle.
>> Anonymous
>>51361362
Fucking lol'd.

>>51360466
GOD DAMMIT THATS CREEPY
>> Anonymous
>>51364235
I'm honestly sort of bored by most of the shit in this thread.
>> Anonymous
>>51364506
ya me too.
what to do?
>> Anonymous
>>51364557
post some of your own shit? make something up? yeah yeah original content blah blah
>> Anonymous
>>51364557
continue debunking these things?
>> Anonymous
>>51364867ok im thinking up crap, untill then here.
A 15-year old boy in a small town in Maryland sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on and logged into an instant messaging program, and was then suprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day.


It consisted of two words; "please come". Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he'd been absent that day. After two more messages and fifteen minutes with no response, he decided to get on his bike and head over to his classmate's house. It was a short ride, only about five minutes away.


When he got to the house, he found the door was unlocked. Inside, partially dried blood was splattered over the walls and floors, and an unrecognizable figure was crumpled against the far wall. It was missing an arm and a leg, and bloody streaks on the floor lead away from the body and into the kitchen. The boy slammed the door closed, and immediately called 911 on his cell phone.


>> Anonymous
>>51359774
Lol, shit all over that story didn't you?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
and an epic thread dies a slow death
>> Anonymous
>>51365260
Awesome story. Deja vu.
>> Anonymous
>>51365260same guy
if you are walking down the street and suddenly everyone dissapears and dispite the day, it begins to snow, stop. do not move or it will kill you. a shadow will aproach youand give you a question that question is "do you love your parents?" do not say no, if you do and they are alive they will be brutally killed if they are not, they will become zombies only visible by you, they will hunt your flesh exclusivly and without rest. if you say yes, he will ask "can you see light?" tell him the truth on this one. he can tell if your lieing.

if you dont see it and you tell him so, he will ask, "do you wish to see it?" tell him you do and the world around you will light up in raidiant colors forever. you will be able to change your vision from thermal to night to an odd kind of vision with ultravivid colors, you can NEVER see things the same as you used to, you can only veiw in those styles. if you say that you dont you will remain like you are. and he will be gone.

if you can see light and you tell him so. he will say "is that good enough for you?" if you say yes he will leave, if you say no he will say "does greed not encompass death?" there is only one phrase you can say to prevent your death, that is "if the spirit is weak, the soul is the same."

after either of those paths are taken, he will shudder and say did you play the game with my brother? (>>51355349) if you have and you succeded say "yes, and well" if you have played it and lost say "yes, not so"
if you havent just say "no".

if you said yes and either lost or won he will say "very well, and forthcomeing looks good".dont think about it yet.

if you havent played he will say "you really should, forthcomeing looks good." dont think about it yet.
>> Anonymous
anyone care for Australian personal experiences?
well i got something for Sydney. sorry its a personal experience so I really cant pretend it happened anywhere else.
on that dulled corner of George Street and King Street there is an Irish pup that I frequented on my one trip to Australia... I forge what its called but it was a nice enough place. Enjoyed a few good beers down there and a few more good shots. Inevitably this led to several trips to the bathroom. on one such bathroom trip, my buddies decided to turn the bathroom light off on the drunk man peeing. Being the drunk jackass I was, I didnt try to turn the light back on because I knew they would just turn it off again. so I was mid-pee when the lights go out, I laugh sarcastically at my friends and say "Very funny, morons. I'm not so drunk I need to see where I'm peeing to keep from wetting the front of my pants". I zipped up and turned around to the sink in the corner to wash up. it wasnt so dark in there because the crack under the door was particularly large. as I was washing up, a light catching off the mirror caught my eye and I looked up. In the mirror I saw what looked to be a small boy standing in the light from the crack in the door.
.................... yes I posted this in /x/ too
>> Anonymous
>>51366477
............
I was drunk and more than a little confused but when I turned the kid was still there. Now I didnt know much about Australians, but I thought it was in bad taste universally to bring your small CHILD to a bar and I asked the kid where his mom was at. He shook his head at me, then pointed at the far wall and said "help". For a second I thought me meant help him piss, but I realized that this is Australia and you guys do the trough/wall thing instead of the urinal thing like we have in America so it couldnt be that. Puzzling on what he wanted help with I looked at the wall and saw it was a plain ordinary wall. When I gestured to that wall and gave him a confused look, the boy simply nodded at me. So I walked over to the wall and touched it and the boy smiled. He had kinda vacant eyes, like maybe his mom wasnt watching her beer enough when he was with her, and sandy, dirty blonde hair and looked like he was anywhere from 9 to 11. Anyway I tapped the wall hard and told the kid there's nothing here. But then I heard a SCRATCH from behind the wall. not like when rats are moving or even if some of the plaster gave way on the inside of a gap in the insulation. more like something wanted out. When I looked back to ask if the kid heard it, he was gone.
needless to say, I fucking left and went back to the hotel room right that minute. Walked back to the hotel alone and fell asleep in the room with the light ON. I am not ashamed to admit it either. I drank at that bar twice more after that, but both times I convinced my friends to drink at other places first so I was already 4 shades gone by the time we get there and was too drunk to care about what was behind mystery wall number 1. I didnt see the kid there either time either. and to be honest I didnt have the balls to ask the bartender about it.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>51366473
he will then sink away, but he is not gone yet. you must say "i do not speak to those who do not face me." he will then say "very well" and reform.

he will then ask you a question of ultimate and final consequences. he will ask "is the power forthcomeing direct?" tell him anything but "direct it is" and you will die.

but if you do say "direct it is" he will ask "are you planned?" no one has gotten this question perfect, but some have managed to survive. those who have say that they looked into his eyes to find the answer. an answer of pure finality, an answer of definite proportions that makes your blood run cold. some say they saw when and how they will die, others prefer not to ever think about it again. what do you see?
>> Anonymous
>>51366473
sorry bout "the game" in it disregard it while reading.
>> Anonymous
>>51367054
goddammit.
>> Anonymous
sweet
thread is still here
>> Anonymous
>>51367895
no its in the story, disregard it its not that game.
>> Anonymous
im tired of typeing scary stuff now, im bored
>> Anonymous
>>51355238

curse you anon! death note has a great story and i can't stop reading!

also i am still snickering about the blue's clues / death note mashup image someone posted here one note - 'handy dandy notebook' roflz
>> Anonymous
>>51359774

But it's what is IN the sandwiches that is so horifying...
>> Anonymous
>>51344518
Holy shit this is still alive. All the good stories aren't being posted anymore; the guy went to sleep or something.
>> Anonymous
>>51368528
L dies
Meru Dies
Raito Dies
Near is the winrar.
>> Anonymous
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>>51346371
>> Anonymous
>>51361957

I used to have an ancient VCR that I dragged to school with me. It was awesome - Super VHS, Hi-Fi Stereo audio, a million switches and crap on the front, and it took the videotape along its narrow end instead of its front one, which made it slimmer. It served me well for playing back many a tape, and even for dubbing quite a bit of rented porn (yes, it was that long before the intarw3bz).

But the real reason I kept it was ... the static it made. The video white noise. I would leave it on for hours in the evenings at school, a vocational school devoted to studying something I had no interest in learning. There was just something ... RIGHT about the patterns of static. I could have watched them for hours - I did on a few occasions, like when the school was snowed in. It was like a Winamp visualization, but a million times better, and silent. In a strange way, it carried me through a lot of awful times.

Eventually the VCR broke, and the repair shop told me it would cost much too much to fix, because it was apparently a pretty rare model and the parts were hard to get. I couldn't bring myself to throw it away, though.

It's still in my garage, probably rusting away slowly. I ought to haul it out and hook it up, see if it still makes that perfect static when I ho

>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>51346803
Jesus fuck, right as I read this, I heard a scream outside.
>> Anonymous
>>51345909
holy motherfucking christ i almost vomited. shit.
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>> Anonymous
>>51371135

scariest fucking thing in this thread
>> Anonymous
>>51369197

Out of all of these stories, this is really the only one that made me shiver. As I read the last bit - "when I ho" - I was just confused for a second until my eyes drifted down to re

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>51371649

re? why didn't you finish yo

WITNESS!
>> Anonymous
>>51371916

Probably because he go

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>51369197
>>51371649
>>51371916
>>51372165

Oh god this shits about as bad as Candlejack.

...

No, he didnt fucking get me, and neith

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>51372287

but i don't want to b

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>51372287

Actually this is how that one should go:

"Oh god this shits about as bad as Candlejack.

No, he didn't fucking get me, and neith

WITNES"
>> Anonymous
>>51372632

Thats a point though.
Which one would win out?
Candlejack or WITNESS girl?

Because presumably theyd both want me, for death or kidnapping.
Maybe they work together?
Maybe witness girl is the one who always hits submit for people when candlejack gets them mid sente

>> Anonymous
>>51372944
well witness girl has to knock all them times and candlejack just g
WITNE
>> Anonymous
>>51372995

Oh, thats a good point i suppose.
Then again, she seemed to be doing that all slowly to scare the guy, so maybe she only does it for effect?
Or maybe Candlejack is good enough to open the door for her, like a proper kidnapping gentlem

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
Candlejack or whitness? guess what you los-
>> Anonymous
WITNESS girl is turning into the new

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>51368938

wow "2nd Kira" is gothloli hawtttttttt

i'd do her (and then she'd kill me afterwards no doubt)
>> Anonymous
>>51374050

Ha! WITNESS girl is new WITNESS. She must kill herself now.
>> Anonymous
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