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Heya /b/, I figure it's a good time for some creepypasta. For this thread, I give you theme music.
Stalaggh - Projekt Misanthropia
>> Anonymous
If you take any Swiss Franc note and expose it to microwaves, it will curl up and ignite. Once it's cooled down, you'll find a fine powder that, when ingested, will kill you painlessly. A 10 franc note has enough poison to kill a family of four.
>> Anonymous
In New Mexico, there is a dormant volcano.
Under this volcano there is an elaborate system of tunnels, leading miles under the surface.
At the end of this tunnel lies a city.
This is the city of a lost civilization that fell in one night.
>> Anonymous
Every ten years, the police capture and hang an innocent man to make up for all the wickedness that escapes them.
>> Anonymous
The 'Taos Hum' is a low-pitched sound heard in numerous places worldwide, especially in the USA, UK, and northern europe. It is usually heard only in quiet environments. The low hum - between 30 and 80 Hz on the frequency scale - is often described as sounding like a distant diesel engine idling in the distance. Since it has proven indetectable by microphones or VLF antennae, its source and nature remains a mystery. Not everyone can hear the low-pitched hum, and those who do say that it seems artificial in nature - and is driving them crazy.
>> Anonymous
Spider Gates is a beautiful, secluded, old Quaker cemetery in Leicester Massachusetts. Its actual name is Friends Cemetery, and is privately owned by the Worcester-Pleasant Street Friends Meeting. Graves date back as far as the 1700’s, with interments as recent as March 2000. Spider Gates is set back on its own private gated lane, Earle Street, about 800 feet from the main road. The wrought-iron gate has a spider web pattern--hence the name.
Spider Gates has a spooky reputation and there are many rumors about it. For one thing, it is said to be the Eighth Gate to Hell, or conversely, it has Eight Gates and if you go through all eight of them, viola! You are in Hell!
Other rumors are as follows: A teenage boy hung himself from a tree by the gate in the 1980’s. There is a strip of lawn where grass doesn't grow. Something roars in the woods. There is a central raised area twenty feet by twenty feet called “the Altar.” Satanists have permission to use it. There is a second cemetery nearby that can only be found once. There is a cave nearby where a girl was killed and mutilated. There is white stuff that oozes from the ground. It is haunted. Voices are heard and things rustle when there is no wind. The swamp is eerie. If you turn over the rocks in an area just outside the cemetery wall, you will find runes etched on them. It is said that a forked tree at Spider Gates is used for conjuring the devil. The idea is to place a large block of alabaster in the fork and recite the proper incantation.
>> Anonymous
Some visitors report hearing a roaring from the woods. Others speak of leaves rustling when there is no wind, and still other claim to have heard voices. All I can say to this that the cemetery is literally under the landing approach for Worcester Airport, and certainly there is the occasional roar, but from above.
One time I went with a group of friends. We split up. It was night. My two friends and I heard the other two screaming. One wouldn't say what he saw and the other swear he saw the hung lad. We didn't date try that eigth gate thing after that.
>> Anonymous
On December 23, 1976, there was a report of a woman finding a burnt body in her closet. When the police arived there was no body, but some ashes where the body was claimed to be seen. Recently, on December 23, 2005, in the same house, a man called about seeing a burnt corpses inside his closet. When the police arived it was the same case as before, no bodies, but some ashes. The man living there bought the house after the first sighting. After this the man did some book work and found that the house he was living at was once part of a stange unsolved murder, and that someone has reported seeing a burnt body several times.
>> Anonymous
Goatman, a creature you should avoid at all costs. He is one of the USA's most horrific monsters: half man, half goat. He appears on quiet roads, often in the state Maryland, with a shiny axe that he uses for chopping up teenagers.
The police have always had problems catching the Goatman because his strong legs and endless stamina always allow him to get away. No one knows exactly where he came from. Legend has it that he is the result of a top-secret experiment, approved by Washington, D.C. and conducted by the local authorities. Something went tragically wrong.
According to rumors, a scientist was conducting experiments on animals to improve human's physical abilities. Unfortunately, an experiment with a goat went horribly wrong. A power failure took place and a strange mix occurred. When the smoke settled, the scientist had become a monster, some part man, some part goat. Insane with disappointment and fear of what would happen to him, he ran screaming out into the night. The Goatman was loose...
Because of his horrific look, the Goatman developed a special hatred for young, pretty teenagers and his life is now dedicated to killing them. Some of his victims survive because they are in cars when the attacks occur. It appears the monster likes to jump up on the cars and scare the heck out of them. When particularly blood thirsty, he chops the tires so they can't get away. The evil creature then drags them with him, deep into the forest, where he consumes them with great pleasure.
Maybe he is just a story to scare away young couples from places where they can be alone and make out. Or, maybe not.
My advice: if you have to stop, lock your car doors, and look around for anything strange. Do not stop the car in the middle of the woods under any circumstances.
>> Anonymous
One night, I was up on my computer, just browsing aimlessly on the internet. It was hot outside, and the rest of the house was cool, so I had my fan in the open window, blowing out. At 12:34am, I heard a tap on the window screen, and when I looked out I saw first a pair of eyes with a look of hunger in them, then my eyes adjusted, and I realised it was my friend that I had ben hanging out with him at my house earlier that day. He asked if he could come inside and stay for a while. I told him that if my dad woke up, I could get in trouble for it, and that he had to leave (He lived close), so he did. The next day, I talked to him on the phone, and he told me that he had gone over to another friends house, about an hour away, and didn't get back till around 10am. I talked to my neighbor, and they confirmed, that she saw a figure in a black cloak, with a shadow over his face, a meat cleaver in one hand, the other one holding a sack over his sholder. She told me, she heard me talking to the figure, and that she figured it was one of my friends playing a prank on me.
Did I mention that I lived on the second floor of my house?
>> Anonymous
The first English Colony of Roanoke, originally consisting of 100 householders, was founded in 1585, 22 years before Jamestown and 37 years before the Pilgrims landed in Massachusetts, under the ultimate authority of Sir Walter Raleigh. In 1584 Raleigh had been granted a patent by Queen Elizabeth I to colonize America.
This Colony was run by Ralph Lane after Sir Richard Grenville, who had transported the colonists to Virginia, returned to Britain for supplies. These colonists were ill-prepared and not particularly clever, because, although they depended upon the local Indians for food, they also antagonized the Indians by such tactics as kidnapping them and holding them hostage in exchange for information. Unfortunately for the colonists, who were desperately in need of supplies, Grenville's return was delayed. As a result, when Sir Francis Drake put in at Roanoke after destroying the Spanish colony of St. Augustine, the entire colony returned with Drake to England.
Interestingly, when Drake picked up these colonists, he left behind 15 of his own men, who were never heard from again. This foreshadowed one of the great mysteries of North America, Roanoke's so-called "Lost Colony" of 90 men, 17 women and 9 children, founded in 1587 and discovered to be missing in 1590, but for the word "Croatan" carved on a post. Although both the English and the Spanish searched for clues to the colony's disappearance for many years, the mystery has never been solved.
The first Roanoke colony lasted a total of ten months.
>> Anonymous
Okay guys, I thought I'd tell you a little story about the flat a couple of my flatmates were in before they moved in with me.
The first sign of something odd was that there was always a smell of rotten meat in the kitchen. Even when they took everything out of the kitchen and had the whole thing cleaned, the smell remained.
The door to the kitchen lead to an outside deck. Nothing so remarkable about it the first time you see it, just wooden boards nailed down with a wooden railing. However, every now and again, at 4am, you could hear pounding on the deck. This sounded like someone was walking around outside, which always prompted a check to see if there was a burglar, but there never was. The next day, the boards of the decking would invariably be jutting upwards considerably, and need to be nailed back down.
I guess the strangest part for me was that there always seemed to be quiet conversations going on somewhere in that house. Now, with 5 people living there, that may not seem so surprising. Especially when they left their TVs on a lot of the time. But the part that truly freaked me out was that even when there was no-one else there and all the TVs were off you would still hear muttered conversations. These conversations would always come from other rooms, and when you went into those rooms they would move into other areas of the house. I found out after the flatmates moved out that they kept their TVs on to avoid hearing the conversations.
>> Anonymous
The final thing, for me was when I had a nightmare in the house. Now, I haven't had a nightmare in my life since I've been 6. So when I dreamed I was being horribly mutilated by a girl with long hair and bloody stumps for hands, I was justifiably freaked out. When I found out that everyone who had stayed in that house more than a few times had had the same dream, I shat bricks and refused to stay there again.
Not very long after, a new flatmate moved in, who kept her dogs tied up in the area near the deck. They were constantly breaking out and getting her into trouble by running away, and so finally she decided to take them to her mother's house, out in the countryside. Not long after getting there, they escaped to a farm and -literally- tore apart 30 sheep. I'm talking 5 metre wide smears of blood, guts and bone all over a paddock.
Not long after that they moved out, and that's when everyone started putting these pieces together. You see, until then none of them had wanted to discuss the things they had heard or seen in the house, but now it all started to come out. One of the flatmates even mentioned that he had once been so curious that he tried to look under the deck. Underneath he saw jutting shapes, and got the distinct feeling that if he reached under there he would come back without a hand. That was the day he decided to move out.
One day, they decided to hold a seance in the house, to see if they could figure out what was going on. 5 people went, two of them were original flatmates and 3 of them were just curious. The rest of the flatmates flat-out refused to return to the house after discovering that they had had the same dreams.
>> Anonymous
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Not really.
>> Anonymous
When they conducted the seance, the 3 people curious about the event saw nothing. The 2 flatmates, on the other hand, immediately lapsed into a trance-like state of unconsciousness. To this day, they refuse to talk about that house.
And... I have NO idea how I got mutilated. I also get the distinct feeling I don't want to remember. What I do remember, however, is that the very first thing that happened in the dream is that I was strapped to a table. No introduction or anything, just going to sleep and then finding myself strapped to a table.
I also remember knowing that it was a dream. I'm very sensitive to dream states, and as such most of my dreams are lucid dreams. This is why I haven't had a nightmare in ages - I used to have chronic nightmares, but eventually I learnt to distinguish dream states and to wake myself up whenever I entered a nightmare. Not long after, I developed the ability to control my dreams. Nightmares aren't so scary when you can turn your hands into a machinegun and suddenly develop the ability to fly.
On the other hand, in this dream, I couldn't do @#%$. I tried and I tried to break the bonds and turn into a killing machine, but I quickly realised I was unable to do anything. I couldn't even wake myself, something which normally took nothing more than a heavy focus. Then I saw the girl. She advanced on me, and all I remember from then until I woke up was an intense pain...
First time I've ever felt any form of true physical sensation in a dream.
>> Anonymous
This isn't a scary story, just a real life WTF. A friend of mine (not good friend, but a guy I know) moved into his parents house. His dad died years before I met him and his mom went to live with his sister due to illness.
Anyway I was helping him move and he was showing me around his house. When we got up to his bedroom I felt a little uneasy. It was a small room with faded wallpaper but one spot on the wall was still new looking. It was in the shape of a large cross. When I asked him about it he said his mom was a catholic and used to have a crucifix above her bed. He said it hadn't been there in years (even he was suprised how the wallpaper hadn't faded at all)
The night I had horrible dreams of a man named Dick stabbing me with a crucifix in that room. The only difference was the room was painted light blue. I know it's stupid, but I avoided going to his house for weeks after that.
When he asked me why I never stopped by anymore I told him about the dream. I didn't tell him that the guys name was Dick or what color the room was. We just laughed it off and he called me an idiot.
Next time I went to his house we went up to his room (you know, showing me what he's done to fix it up and @#%$) and it was painted the same light blue. Needless to say, I was a little freaked. Then he pulled out an old crucifix from a closet, explaining how cool it was he found it because he thought it was lost, etc.
I don't know why, but I hauled ass out of there. I never told him why I left like that, but sure as @#%$ I will never set foot in that house again.
As a final note, I found out months later his dad's name was Richard.
>> Anonymous
In 1938, over 6,000 patients were checked into mental hospitals all across America within one week of each other. Reports of similar instances supposedly came from Europe and Asia as well. The circumstances of each patient were, eerily, identical.
Every patient completely shut down, shivering in the corner until their family, unable to calm or care for the individuals, committed them.
The only thing the patients would say was: "There is not, and never has been, such a thing in this world as a meaningless coincidence."
>> Anonymous
Every 23,375 days, exactly at 12:04PM (at exactly 64 equal rotations of the planet) at zero degress latitude, and zero degrees longitude, the tide of the ocean will suddenly drop, a building roughly the size of three city blocks, covered with bas reliefs will rise suddenly from the depths.
This building will then begin to sink immediately, and will submerge completely within 2 minutes.
According the eyewitness accounts, the reliefs depict certain famous events in human history, including events that had not yet happened.
>> Anonymous
In a fire station in California, there is a light bulb that is always on and has never, ever burned out. If you read Numbers 16:41-45 from a King James Bible (other versions dont work) in the same room as this lightbulb, the lightbulb will dim significantly. If you keep reading until Numbers 16:48, the lightbulb goes back to its original brightness.
The trick is, if you hesitate too long while the lights are dim, you start seeing a weird lightshow in front of your eyes, it is most similar to what happens when you rub your eyes for a long time while they are closed.
If you wait for still longer, the lightshow starts forming patterns, like circles and triangles. Still longer, and the lightshow starts to form WORDS. The people that have read these words are reluctant to talk about it, but are often obsessed with the year 2012 and are very interested in what countries are producing biological weapons...
>> Anonymous
There's a small building somewhere in northwestern America, up along the border between Oregon and Washington. It's just this short little old shack in the woods off the highway.
Anyways, inside, there's a spiral staircase made of grating that goes straight down. If you go all the way down, you'll find yourself stepping out into an endless field of tall grass.
There are many bones surrounding the bottom step of the stairs, and things move in the near distance.
Nobody who has ever seen these things has come back to say what they are.
You can look as hard as you want but your eyes just slide off of them. The only way you can tell that they're there, besides the eerie feeling of just KNOWING, is the way the grass moves.
>> Anonymous
There is a house somewhere in China, built some time after the First Emperor has unified it. The house is built in treacherous terrain, and has not been seen by human eyes for some time. The architecture is typical of Imperial China, but that's not the strange part.
If you stay in the house, you'll notice something very strange. If you take measurements, you'll find that the inside of the house is larger than the outside. First it'll be a fraction of an inch, than an inch, then a foot, then a yard...'ll even notice features from the inside that are impossible to find externally, like extra rooms and hallways. Going within these is safe, and you can see the outside, but strangely enough no one AT the outside can see you or the feature.
Most people get out at this point, but their vision is forever altered; the world keeps distorting in dimensions and size in their eyes. Then there are those who choose to stay further, and have never been seen again.
It is said that they occupy the parts of the building that only reveal themselves to those who stay longer.
>> Anonymous
goddamnit /b/, i have to be up at 7 for the Minneapolis protest. fuck you. im not sleeping tonight.
>> Anonymous
Have you heard about the Australian scientist and techno composer who smeared yogurt on a CD to get different sounds out of a CD because of the bacteria? Have you ever wondered how it affects the movies one watches on a DVD?
Trust me, you don't want to find out.
>> Anonymous
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Item#: SCP-173

Special Containment Procedures: Item SPC-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.

Description: Moved to Site19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animate and extremely hostile. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking. Object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personal are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.

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

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
>> Anonymous
The human subconcious is a great mystery to science. Little is known about its operation, despite how greatly it affects our lives.
However, there was once a group of people that knew not only how the subconcious works, but how to completely harness the power it contains. A group of six people - 4 women, 2 men - that lived along the coast of Ireland in the late 16th century. Their backgrounds were diverse; indeed, none of them actually came from Ireland, which is perhaps the very reason they chose the remote location. They labored day and night, week upon month upon year upon year, gaining each day a stronger grasp on the human psyche. Nearby sheepfarmers remarked that there was a light on every night. Things in that building moved like clockwork. Wars, famines, plagues, seasons, tides - nothing changed the pace of their research.
Until one day, it is said, they reached a plateau. They had discovered the final secret - the ultimate key to their machinations. A great thunderous noise was said to rise from the home that night, and visions of monstrous and fanciful beasts stalked the nearby peasants for days. None died - in fact, not a single person was harmed - but most lost their minds.
In retribution, the building was raided. A local militia formed at the bottom of a nearby hill and marched upon the house. As they approached, 6 figures exited and stood upon the lawn. Each raised their right arm, save for the 6th, who raised her left. Each held a small, flat, rectangular object.
>> Anonymous
Each recited a few words in unison. There was a flash. A bang. And no more militia.
The next night, as recorded by the remaining peasants, was a living nightmare. The stars disappeared. The wind howled. Bone chilling shrieks were heard in the skies above, heavy footsteps heard outside, and strange rumblings from underground. One young boy dared a glance out the window of his shack, and swore to the day he died that he saw 6 figures ride off into the clouds on steeds of burning pitch. After that night the 6 were never seen again, and further incursions into the house on the hill proved fruitless.
However, it is worth noting that the house did not remain unperturbed for all these many years. On January 1st, 1990, a nearby townswoman desribed seeing a faint, flickering light - as if from a candle - in the window of the home. Several hours later there was a sudden, silent flash of light, and, reportedly, a lone figure dashing madly from the house with a large, square package under its arm. He was pursued but, according to all parties involved, ran directly onto the ocean and kept going in a straight line. Several days later the home tumbled into the sea.
Little else is known about these "Wizards" of the coast apart from wild conjecture. I leave it up to you to decide, but I myself choose to follow the obvious conclusion. Listen to that voice in the back of your head, telling you that not all is as it seems. Mystery lives in this age of science and technology.
The six still roam. They were dashed to the furthest ends of the earth, but their gathering is nigh. There are omens; portents of their coming. Look for them. For in them lies the power of the six, stolen and spread by a member of their own.
>> Anonymous
The 51st state of the United States, Arcadia, was admitted to statehood on January 17th, 1977. Exactly 4 years to the day later, Arcadia disappeared along with all its residents, and all memory of its existence was erased from every mind in the world. Its precise former location is unknown, though there is rumored to be a map of the type sold in gas stations and convenience stores held under lock and key in the Library of Congress. Also of note are claims of the sporadic delivery of mail from Arcadia, with modern postmarks, to several major American newspapers, the contents of which are said to be written in an entirely unknown and undecipherable language. Unfortunately, those letters to a one have been misplaced and are not available for examination.
>> Anonymous
In New York City, there exists a pathway somewhere on the FDR drive that is only accessible at 2:30 A.M on either the winter or summer solstice. During any other day of the year, this pathway does not exist. Only one person's account of entrance to this passageway has been recorded.
This man entered the pathway in the summer solstice of 1998, and went missing for half a year until the winter solstice, at which point he and his car was found on the right lane of the road.
The car's battery and gas was completely drained, and the glass had turned pitch black. Inside, there was a stench of blood, but no actual blood in sight. The driver was alive, but he had a perpetual look of horror on his face, and was mute.
7 years later, the driver finally uttered a sentence, but only one sentence, before he died two days later from unexplainable symptoms resembling that of third-degree burns, but with no physical manifestation of them in sight.
His final sentence was mostly incoherent, but only three distinct words were clearly uttered. These words were "devil," "soul," and "rebirth."
Any and all attempts that were made to decrypt the rest of his incoherent sentence, were unsuccessful, and those that tried were said to have experienced horrible, reocurring nightmares where every place on earth was covered in blood. Only two of these people were able to describe this pathway on the FDR which the driver supposedly took, and one of them went braindead soon after.
Furthermore, the only way you can enter this pathway is mainly, by accident, since consciously thinking about it will prevent it from emerging. Consider me telling you this a favor, for it means that I've saved your lives and spared you the horror of finding out for yourselves what lies beyond that hidden pathway on the FDR.
>> Anonymous
It is said in a small town south of Madison, Wisconsin, there is a bridge.
This bridge is just south of a bridge crossing a river on main street, and appears to be a foot bridge made of cement. Crossing this bridge leaves one with an unsettling feeling that slowly escalates to dread. These feelings are easily ignored by those who dont believe. However...
Every year this small town holds a parade, the Syttende Mai Parade, and has been holding this for over 100 years. Long before what it is today, it was dedicated to the evil of that bridge. In 1865 it was a wooden footbridge, where on May 20th, two hundred men were hung by their necks though already well dead, by their wives. They were made to suffer first, slowly bleeding into the river untill it ran deep red. Their screams were heard for miles around, as they were ritually sliced open to spill their living bowels into the current of the river below.
Their crime? Nobody knows, all the people involved fled north, and started new homes, new cities..but its said every 150 will happen again.
>> Anonymous
The Bloop is the name given to an ultra-low frequency underwater sound detected by the U.S. National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration several times during the summer of 1997. The source of the sound remains unknown.
The sound, traced to somewhere around 50° S 100° W (South American southwest coast), was detected repeatedly by the Equatorial Pacific Ocean autonomous hydrophone array, which uses U.S. Navy equipment originally designed to detect Soviet submarines. According to the NOAA description, it "rises rapidly in frequency over about one minute and was of sufficient amplitude to be heard on multiple sensors, at a range of over 5,000 km." Though it matches the audio profile of a living creature, there is no known animal that could have produced the sound. If it is an animal it would have to be huge — much larger than even a Blue Whale, according to scientists who have studied the phenomenon.
To date there has been no explanation as to what produced the sound. Further efforts to research the sound have been unsuccessful, because it has not been heard since 1997.
Coincidentally, the geographic coordinates of the sound are somewhat close to those given by H.P. Lovecraft for the lost city of R'lyeh.
>> Anonymous
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I wuz walking n i foundz a pedo bare.

also, cocks.
>> Anonymous
You've heard some of the crazy things the US soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan have been finding, right? Stuff from the palaces, in old caves, and in bunkers. Things like golden swords, big honkin' vases, expensive jewelry, thousand year old lamps and whatnot.
They found something big, just recently.
Some marines were poking around in an old cave, and they found a chest. In it was a collection of remarkably preserved scrolls written on what seemed to be flesh.
Who here is familiar with the works of Abdul Alhazred?
Yep. They found a genuine first edition copy of his number-one best seller, al-Azif.
You might know it better as the Necronomicon.
>> Anonymous
During the Blizard of 1978 in Vermont, a man was driving a truck bringing food to people snowed in. He arrived at an intersection that had apparently been completely plowed under with a mound of snow even his 4x4 couldn't pass. He turned his attention to the bare field on either side of the road and decided to just cut through when his eyes became fixed on the glint of a convertible in the middle of the snow covered field with a woman in short sleeves sitting behind the wheel. A queer sight to behold in -10 degree temperature and knee-high snow.
Concerned, the man got out of the 4x4 and hurried over to her. Strangely enough, his eyes never strayed from focusing on the car and the woman inside. By the time he was about 20 feet from the car, he started sweating and sweltering in his heavy snowsuit. Stopping for breath, he realized that he was no longer in the snow-covered clearing, rather on a loosely sandy isthmus connecting two islands remeniscent of somewhere in the South Pacific.
He approached the convertible to find the woman reading a map of a place he didn't recognize. The woman turned and looked at him, her expression somewhat stunned that he was standing in this tropical setting wearing a cold-weather snowsuit.
"Goin' my way?" She asked.
>> Anonymous
that shit isnt funny i use the fdr everyday
>> Anonymous
The man hadn't taken his eyes off of the woman's car the entire time. He was only aware of the odd surroundings from the periphery of his vision. He began to back slowly away, then suddenly terror broke over him, he whirled to run.
The second he broke concentration on the convertible, he saw the snow covered field again, and the 4x4 behind him, slowly accumulating a layer of snow on the roof. He looked back around for the convertible but found no signs or tracks of it or the woman in it. He got back into the 4x4 as though nothing had happened.
About a week later, the man saw a report that said under a snowdrift, in the same field, a woman was found in a convertible, frozed to death. The top was jammed down and she evidently hadn't dressed for the blizzard.
>> Anonymous
>> 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
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
If you watch every State of the Union Adress since it's been filmed and available on tape, you'll see that halfway through--exactly halfway through--the President always says the same word. Most say it under their breath during the standing ovations, but some are forced to work it into the speech itself.
What's the word? You don't want to know.
>> Anonymous
A young man and his new bride were honeymooning in Paris when his wife went into a restroom and didn't return. With time the man began to fear the worst and went to the police. The police thought it was most likely the girl simply had second thoughts about the marriage, but they checked it out anyway and found no evidence of foul play.
As weeks turned into months the man finally gave up on finding his beautiful wife, but his life fell into a shambles, he was so filled with grief.
Unable to hold a job or go on with his life, he took to wandering the world looking for anything that might ease his pain. Years later in Borneo he came upon a freakshow in an old shabby building, he went in on a whim. In the last filthy cage he saw a twisted, scarred and mutilated woman rocking back and forth and groaning strange animal-like noises. He screamed as he recognized the birthmark on his wife's face.
>> Anonymous
Motherfucking fuck you OP. I just downloaded that shit and I'm probably not going to sleep for a week. :(
>> Anonymous
I'm hungry. Make me popcorn.
>> Anonymous
Leon Czolgosz, assassin of William McKinley, the the 25th President of the United States, was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.
>> Anonymous
A degenerated VHS dub was discovered in the University Library containing five minutes of inexplicable amatuer footage. In one continuous shot, the camera momentarily focuses on a doorway on the north wall of a living room before the operator climbs outside of the house through a window to show the exterior white clapboard. The camera then moves inside the house through a second window completely circling the doorway and so proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that insulation or siding is the only possible thing this doorway could lead to.
A hand appears in the frame and pulls open the door, revealing a narrow black hallway at least ten feet long. The camera begins to move closer, threatening to actually enter it. A voice can be heard, "Don't you dare go in there again, Navy," to which another voice adds, "Yeah, not such a hot idea."
>> Anonymous
David Lang's two children, George, 8, and Sarah, 11, were playing in the yard when Lang and his wife came out of the vine-covered brick house. He spoke to the children and then started walking out across the pasture. At this time, Judge August Peck, and Lang's brother-in-law came driving up the lane in a buggy. The judge saw Lang in the field and was about to call out to him when it happened.
Lang vanished from the face of the earth.
One minute he was standing in an open field with no trees, stones, or fences. The next, he was simply gone. Lang's wife and the two men immediately ran to the spot to check that he might have fallen through a hole in the ground. There was no such hole. Mrs. Lang went hysterical and was taken into the house. Neighbors were called out to help, scores of people searched the field, but to no avail. A surveyor and geologist examined the field and found limestone bedrock a few feet underground without a single fracture in it. For a month the search carried on. All the Lang servants quit in fear. A year later, the grass where Land was standing had grown high and thick in a circle 20' in diameter. No farm animal would graze there, and it seemed free of insects.
One day in August, 1881, Sarah and George approached the green circle and called out "Father, are you anywhere around?" They repeated the question 4 times. Hearing no answer, they began to walk away...when they heard a faint cry for help from out of nowhere. Quickly, the children ran to get their mother and pulled her outside. They called to their father again. And he answered. For several days, the family returned, and each day when they called, the answering voice became fainter, until finally there was no response at all.
>> Anonymous
At any time when the sun is not in the sky, go into the room where you sleep and lock all the doors and windows and turn off all sources of light and electricity. As best you can in total darkness, write your name in the air with a stick of any type of wood. When this is done, perform a complete 360-degree turn COUNTERCLOCKWISE, ending PRECISELY where you were looking before.
Next, kneel down, and write your last name in the air in the same fashion as before. Do not move this time, but instead close your eyes and ask a question slowly and clearly about your own future. Wait until you hear your door open and close, but DO NOT open your eyes BEFORE THE DOOR CLOSES.
After the door closes and locks again, open your eyes and look straight down at your knees. A piece of paper will be in your lap, with the answer to your question written on it in elegant cursive. The signature will be a picture of a small umbrella.
>> Anonymous
When using Internet Explorer 3 for Windows (google around for a version that works on Windows XP), enter this in the address bar (do not copy-paste, you must input it with the keyboard):
Wait ~ 40 seconds. You will fell strange. Don't fight the feeling, or you will be jerked out of it, and you have only one chance to do it.
A weblog will appear. It will contain events that will happen for the seven next years of your life.
Add /admin/ to the address bar. Try to guess the password your future self would have chosen. There is always a way - discovering it is never out of your reach even if it's a meaningless string of letters.
Once you have access to the admin, you can delete any post you want, and that event will never happen to you.
However, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES you are to edit a post. JUST DON'T.
You have only one hour to do it: after that the connection will be lost.
>> Anonymous

oh god, dont you dare go into the Navidson record. i swear to god, the House of Levaes (book) fucked me up for weeks. i pulled a Hunter and was on fucking pills for a year. my rooms still move on me.

dont you fucking dare do that to me again, david.
>> Anonymous
On the internet, there is a message board. Occasionally, someone will post a thread asking for generally creepy stories. These threads are usually long and contain a lot of entertaining reading.
However, occasionally someone will enter the thread and post only an 8-digit number that if read, will give you a specific recurring nightmare for three nights.
In this nightmare, you visited in your sleep by a man with a very curious smile. During these visits, he performs unspeakable acts. And repeats a phrase over and over again. I lost the game. This phrase is different each night.
At the end of these three nights, the events of one of the stories posted in the thread will happen to you.
It is said also that if you dial this 8-digit number into a payphone at exactly 2:30 AM, a voice with no discernable gender will answer and tell you all of the great secrets of eternity.
>> Anonymous
An odd occurance has been rumored to happen in a certain pub at night in southwest Germany. If you sit in the stool farthest from the door while one beside it is empty, order a round for yourself and offer to "buy one for the Baron". The bartender will without question or expression will pour 2 beers from tap. He'll place one beside you and the moment the other one hits the table the room will go dark and silent, save for the sound of footsteps as a man in uniform sits beside you.
It is believed that it is indeed Captain Manfred von Richthofen, although no one is sure becuase they can barely see their own glass, much less the person's face. No one who's told this story has had the nerve you touch him or risk insult, and the figure does not say a word. But apparently if you were to ask him "So sir, what's the condition at the front?" he would tell you startling details about the region's future and sometimes how they connect to the world as a whole.
Those who lived long enough after the fact claim that these events took place the exact about of years from the date they asked as from the date Baron von Richthofen died in battle. Yet this cannot be confirmed, because every time the figure has been asked the question after 1964 he's only replied with a cold laugh.
>> Anonymous
I'm sorry, David. :(
House of Leaves was a fucking incredible book though.
>> Anonymous
If you go into your washroom late at night, try lighting some candles in front of you to form a pentagram. Get some lipstick, or other marking substance that is red, and draw the pentagram, candles acting as vertexes. Now pray your hardest to Satan that your soul will be destroyed, and no light will reach you for the rest of your life. A phrase will be spoken to you in a hellish voice that resembles a hiss. A loud crash will be heard, DO NOT LOOK IN THE MIRROR.
After the crash is finished, quietly count from one to twenty. Do not make any noises or sudden movements.
Now say the name of somebody you dislike six times. A year from the summoning, they will die a horrid death, with a long object (pole, spear, etc.) impaled through the right side of their chest, where the heart would be if it was on the right side.
I also suggest you don't touch a bible for a week after this.
>> Anonymous
The 666th frame of every Halloween-themed movie, cartoon, or TV special depicts a basement with a corpse moldering in the corner; these frames are often removed from the final film, but one can find them on occasion. If you were to put the frames together, in chronological order of the release of the film it comes from, a short film is revealed. The film depicts the corpse's violent death in reverse. The final frame will be a picture of yourself, sitting before your tv, viewing the final frame of the film.
>> Anonymous
If you ever find yourself in LA's Old China town, head into the square, past the statue of sun Yat-sen, past the hip-ultramod toy store called "Munky King" and look for an import store next to what used to be a wishing fountain. Go into this store ad head all the way straight back, you'll see a selection of weapons, Look for a weapon called a Jiujiebian, a sort of multi-sectioned whip. it MUST have exactly nine segments, no more, no less. This will be called the "chain of night" as of now, there are 48 notches in it's handle. It will cost you 29.95. Then after that, go outside and wait till dark, as the moon rises, take a quarter from your pocket and cast it at the wishing well. as it lands focus on that spot exactly and slowly chant under your breath: "by the circles of lao-tzu, the void inside of matter, I call forth the spirit that lingers here!" this phrase is best said in the origional mandarin, but the spirit will understand a sincere supplicant regardless of language. A girl will step out of the bottom of the fountain, about nine years of age. She will ask you: "Where has my mother gone?" you must respond with: "She has long since gone from earth, but look to the sky, and see her there!"
This spirit is not that of a little girl, but of a bog-hag, cursed to obey this one command regardless of who says it. At this moment, you must attempt to strike the girl with your Newly Acquired Jiujiebian. SHE will then snarl and attempt to fight back. Should you win, all the money ever thrown into the fountain will await you. If you fail, all that the folks in chinatown know is that a bloody Jiujiebian lies at the door of the import store with a notch in it's handle. To date, there are 48 notches in the handle.
>> Anonymous
There is a doorway, one that can be any door, at any time. This door leads nowhere, yet there lies a realm of twisted reality to the opener. This door exists for everyone - some never encounter it in their lives, others unknowingly open it and step through.
The problem is, you can't tell if the door is open to you, until years after you step through it. You'll see them, and they'll finally see you.
>> Anonymous
In Central Australia, there is an unremarkable service station along a straight and barren stretch of road. If you walk straight in and ask for the key, you will be given an unremarkable key attached to an unremarkable piece of wood. The key will unlock a door at the service station, leading to an impossibly long stepped corridor, dimly lit from an unseen source.
If you follow these stairs, you will begin to hear hungry cries of birds of prey that grow louder as you descend. After an amount of time, the light will vanish, leaving you in the dark, and a rasping voice will ask for your desires. For each desire, you will experience all the sensations, unforgettable, branded into your memory, of bodily mutilation, of being torn asunder by impossible strength, of having an arm slowly flayed, each nerve individually pulled from your flesh.
You may speak as many desires as your sanity can take. Then you must turn and return up the steps and never look back. Return the key and go about your life. Your desires will be granted, but you will always have to live with the memories given to you in that dark place.
>> Anonymous

its was indeed. just dont read between the lines, once you do, a door to an unimaginable reality is unfolded. ive never seen the Navidson Record brought into a creepythread. i applaud you, david. i applaud.

>> Anonymous
/r/ dargaia's nectar
>> Anonymous
In the south end of the older parts of Boston city, in one of the most downtrodden and dilapidated ghettos, there is a house which has avoided condemnation and demolition for longer than any can recall. The boards consisting of the outside walls and roof are all either rotten or broken, but the single window which peers at the small street before it remains intact and clean.
If you enter this house, make sure you bring anything that can reliably tell the time-- but make sure the time it tells is not accurate with any largely populated location of the earth.
As you enter, you will see that all of the interior is empty of furnishing and the wood-work almost completely rotted away, apart from the ceiling to the floor above you, and the stairs leading up to it. If you start to climb the stairs, do not stop, and never try to skip a step. The stairs will immediately break beneath you, and you will plummet to depths from which no man has ever returned.
>> Anonymous
the only one here i have trouble even beginning to believe

>> Anonymous
When you are upstairs, you will notice only one doorframe, which you must enter. As you do, you will find a form wrapped in bundles of cloth, sitting misshapenly on a rocking chair, but not moving one inch. Do not turn around, for you will find a door has appeared in the doorway, and the next moment will find you the victim of the wrapped figure.
With a voice barely above whispering, you will be asked if you know what time it is. If you have not brought a time-telling device, the rags will latch onto you and devour your flesh, and deposit what remains of your consciousness upon the rocking chair. You must take out your time-teller and tell it exactly what time it reads. Your vision will go black: do not try to move. A great wind will seem to pick you up from where you stand, and if you move a single fraction of an inch, your limbs will be ripped apart, and none will ever hear of you again.
If you can manage to remain absolutely still, the wind will soon die off, and the darkness will be lifted. You will be outside the old house, and it will now be in ruins. Return home, and refrain from sleeping. Pay attention to all sources of news you have available to you, for as long as necessary.
You will eventually learn of a great tornado which has mysteriously appeared and disappeared at the precise time which you told to the wrapped figure inside the house. If there are any known casualties or missing, know that these lives have suffered by your carelessness.
>> Anonymous
Here ya go, David.

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 long before you're far enough along to stop needing it. Same with sleep. The color of your blood will be off, and your veins will consequently stand out more. 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.
>> Anonymous
OP should have linked to the original (old) star trek theme song for creepythread music.
>> Anonymous
The third object will.. well, let's just call it "object 3". It's easier that way. You can plant it anywhere you want. I advise some place where you don't mind spending all your time and no one else would 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.
>> Anonymous
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, with 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
If you call yourself on your own cellular phone, sometimes you will get an answer. You won't hear anything other than heavy breathing, so don't bother waiting for them to speak. If you then say the name of a person you know and a reason that they should die (reasons like "I just want them dead" do work, btw), then they will die a gruesome death within the next 24 hours. Their horribly mangled corpse will be completely unrecognizable, and there is never any evidence pointing to a specific perpetrator so the person(s) that performs this service has never been caught.
>> Anonymous
There is a place in Michigan called the "message center." It's said that if you call any business in Michigan after hours, sometimes the phone will ring and ring. Most people hang up after it rings for 5 or 6 times. If you let it ring for 12 times, during the 13th ring, someone will answer the phone. This person will go through a call script with you. If you give them all the information you want, they'll let you go, and pass the message on to the business you meant to call.
However, when they ask you if you have an emergency, say "yes," and when they ask you for your phone number, say that you're calling from a pay-phone whether or not that's true. The person on the other end will pause, and then give you another number to call. Make sure to write it down, because once they've given you that number, they'll disconnect the call and you won't get another chance until the next full moon. At exactly 5:13 the next morning, call that number and ask to be transferred upstairs. You'll be placed on hold for 13 minutes.
They say that the person who then answers died after consuming several pots of coffee in one day. His spirit will tell you when and where you'll die. If he tells you that you'll die at the message center, there's no use. Whenever you fall asleep next, you'll be doomed to wake up and take all the after hours calls for every business in Michigan. Otherwise, you'll sleep peacefully for the rest of your days knowing when and where you'll die.
>> Anonymous
This isn't really a story, but I'm writing it even as I can hear something outside my door. I'll bring you up to date right now. When I moved into this place I kept having dreams of a little burned child wandering around my house and eating my food. I never kept track of the food I had in my cabinets because, being a student, I always figured it was my room-mate eating my food anyway. A few months later my neighbor died, apparently murdered by his wife of ten years (she denied everything). The next day my landlord demanded (in the middle of finals week) to perform some structural maintenance on my closet. I figured I had no choice, and let him do it. What he did was nail 2x4's onto the only entrance of the attic. Coincidentally I stopped having those dreams around that time. When my old room-mate left, however, and a new one came in I noticed the 2x4s were missing and he said he was using the attic to stash some extra things of his. I'm now sitting alone in my room with the door locked and I keep hearing the sound of little feet walking into the kitchen and rustling through the cabinets. I know for a fact I'm the only one in this apartment. After I'm done writing this I'm going to check it out. Wish me luck.
>> Anonymous
Get a picture frame and a pane of glass for it, and paint the backside black, with real paint, not from a spray can. Set it upright against something so you can sit comfortabley and look into it, set and light 3 black candles on either side, then turn the lights off and get comfortable.
Say the following: "In Nomine Die Nostri Luciferi Satanas Excelsi, In the name of the darkest one, Come to me, Demons of the pit, Show yourself to me through my Black Mirror, and tell unto me the Ultimate truths of truths."
Stare deep into the mirror, focusing on just it, and what it shows. With any luck, it will grant you vision into the dark nether, and a Demon will grant you audience. Ask it anything you want, but be sure to be respectful. Piss them off, and you may end up in a far worse situation than you could ever imagine.
>> Anonymous
Somewhere in central Europe, there is a small hill on an otherwise flat plain. There is nothing wholly remarkable about this hill. It is covered in the same brownish-green grass as the rest of the ground around it, and there is nothing buried underneath it.
However, if you stand on the hill when it rains, you can feel something tugging at you, like a hook in the bottom of your stomach. The rain starts to feel warm, then gradually becomes icy cold, but you do not really feel it or start shivering.
If you close your eyes and stand perfectly still on that hill, the noise of falling water will slowly fade away. Once it starts to get quiet, you must not open your eyes. If you do, all that you will see is darkness, for the rest of your life, as the patter of the rain once more fills your ears.
After a time, you will feel the sun begin to shine, drying you and your clothes. Again, do not open your eyes. I can only assume that the people who do so are the reasons a charred pile of bones are found on the hill, every so often.
Once you are completely dry, you will begin to hear whispers floating past you. You are now caught in the Winds of Fate. Listen as long as you desire, sucksds whisper of your future, as well as that of the rest of the world. But take care; listen for too long, and you may become entranced by the Wind, and lose all sense of time. These poor souls are often found wandering into cities and towns, mumbling and smiling vacantly, for while their body may roam, their minds are lost forever in the swirling Winds.
>> Anonymous
This creepypasta is not creepy at all, just boring.
>> Anonymous
The first thing you must do is stay up for about six hour longer than you usually do. Not to where you are delerious, but just long enough to start nodding off. Next, play some music that you like, I would almost say that it MUST be your favorite band, but I havent experimented much in that respect.
Play it as loud as you can and still get to sleep. If you cant hear the lyric clearly, it isnt loud enough. Now lay down on your stomach with a pillow under your chest. You must turn the lights off for this to work, without pitch blackness the proccess will fail. Now keep your eyes open, but put yourself in a restful state and think of sleep and how tired you are.
Now this is the hard part. You will be teleported outside, in a random direction and distance, and most of the time you will become stuck halfway in the ground. IF THIS HAPPENS, run back towards your body (you will instictually know what direction it is in) and try to blink rapidly. You will wake up, but for the rest of the night you wont be able to shake an odd presense in the room and will have bouts of nighthag for weeks.
>> Anonymous
Now, when you have successfully teleported outside and did not materialize in the ground, you will notice that the world is nightmarish and black, and there isnt a trace of life. You will still hear music, but it will not be the album you were listening to. It will be a guteral voice saying names and with the sound of breaking glass and twisting metal in the background. If you listen long enough without moving, you will hear him start to repeat your name over and over again. YOU MUST OPEN YOUR EYES WHEN THIS HAPPENS. Put your fingers into your eyes if you have to. Once you wake up you will find that the album you were listening to has stopped. DO NOT START IT AGAIN THAT NIGHT. The next morning, before you do anything you must listen to the album. It will be the voice from your dream. When it gets to the part with your name, it will start to skip badly. This is a good thing. It means you waited long enough and the energy has dissipated. Listen to this album every day for the rest of your life, and nothing bad will happen, you will sleep well even if you had previously been an insomniac.
>> Anonymous
There is an abandoned mental hospital at the top of a hill in Worcester, Massachusetts. Once every 5 years an old rusty box spring appears within the courtyard of the hospital. If you can sneak inside and sleep through the night on the bed, in the morning a man with a shirt that reads "Observe and obsolve" will take out his wallet and give you a picture. This picture will show you how you will die. If the picture is of the man standing before you, running won't help.
>> Anonymous
If you ever find yourself in the Sahara desert, around Egpyt look for a single red rose growing in the desert. Rumor has it that the rose never withers and would make an excellent gift. That is where you would want to stop, just give the damn rose away don't be foolish like the rest, let it be someone else's trouble.
But chances are you will be hypnotized memorized by the accursed thing, when you go to sleep at night something strange will happen. You will awaken in a vast desert with no land in sight, but a single oblesik. There you will see the goddess Isis standing before you, she will ask you one question.
Usually her topic is on the cycle of the zodiac or something to do with stars. If you answer it wrong she will simply strike you in the face with an iron rob with a cobra on the tip and send you home. If you answer correctly you will be offered riches beyond your wildest dreams. Although she will ask if you wish to meet her husband Osris.
>> Anonymous
My advice take the damn gold, don't go the rest of the way like everyone else did. If you go answer yes, you will be taken back to the underworld where Osrisis will ask you a question about logic or maybe a math problem.
Answer wrong and he will cut your arms off with a great golden sword, and send you home. Answer correctly and he will award you will immortality. Or offer you to go see his brother...
My advice take Osris's gift, do NOT proceed to Set. Upon asking to see Set you will be placed into a cave that is alive, which breathes like a living organism. Set is a bit of a jokester and will try to be light hearted. Be warned don't insult Set's comedic talents even if his jokes aren't funny, laugh. Otherwise he will throw you into the stomach of the cave thinking that you were annoying.
He will tell you to guess the color he is thinking of, answer wrong and you will be fed to the monster that you are within answer correctly. And you will become a god, and be transported back to ancient Egypt where you will regin as a pharaoh.
Though I caution you, no one has ever stopped at Isis or Osris, and rumor has it that you can refuse Set's offer and be questioned by Ra himself, but no one knows the consequences or the gifts that one holds.
>> Anonymous
Should you ever despair of life so much that you want to die, you have the means at hand and yearn to end your life, you have written a suicide note to those you will leave behind and you are prepared to that moment, stop.
Get a pair of scissors. Cut away at the note until you end up with a piece of paper in the shape of a key. Go to a door, any one will do. Push the paper key forward and turn your hand as if unlocking an imaginary lock.
The lock is real. Open the door. There you will find it. The other earth. The one that awaits to replace this one when it dies. That death is inevitable, but in the meantime the other earth will belong to you.
Be warned: the other earth is very different from this one.
>> Anonymous
In almost every building, there is one corner, one small enclosure that no one ever looks at. It's the corner in the basement that has been blocked by a disused sofa for years; the thin space in the attic between the wall and the stacks and stacks of crates full of junk you never use, but could never throw away. The space that never sees the light of day, or any other kind of light at all. Where darkness does not merely dominate, but practically oozes out from around the edges of its prison.
No one knows quite how long a space must remain concealed for it to acquire this particular property, nor if there are any specific conditions it must meet. But it is a far more common occurance than you might think.
In newer buildings, when this happens, the residents often report feeling cold when passing by, even in attics during the hottest of summers. Whenever contemplating taking a quick peek to see if there is anything actually there, an unnatural dread seizes them, and they leave the room quickly, if not quite running. Once left behind, the feeling passes, and it is quickly forgotten, or laughed off.
What actually happens in these forgotten sanctuaries of the dark? It is impossible to tell. For while many such corners have been exposed to reveal absolutely nothing, some brave souls have lost their sanity through nothing more than an ill-timed glance. The safest thing to do when encountered with such a phenomenon; close your eyes, rip away the area's covering in a single motion, then keep a tight hold on what you've pulled away. No matter what you hear or feel, do not get up, do not look around, and do not try to cover your ears.
You might be one of the lucky ones.
>> 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
In any city, in any country, go to any mental instituion 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 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 horrifiying 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, if you do your death will be that of cruelity 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
You get a phone call from your Mother. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken breasts.

After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. The lady cashier makes an odd remark to you, "You know, we're in no danger of a milk shortage." Upon arriving at her house you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In a couple, the chicken and the milk has gone bad. "Mom," you call out, but no answer. You make your way thru the kitchen and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her head cut off and neatly resting on her lap, is your Mother.

Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator. "It's not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into a series of repetitive behaviors," he says.

You think to yourself, "They can't be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?" Suddenly your cell phone goes off. "Hello?"

"Hi hun, it's me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need some bread and cereal too."

"No problem Mom. I'll be right over..."
>> Anonymous
On the east bank of the Susquehana river somewhere in central Pennsylvania, there is a small patch of ground where no plants will grow. At the right time of day, at the right time of year, the sun shines directly on this spot. If you stand there at precisely this time, a whirlpool in the river will appear, revealing a trap door leading to a system of identical tunnels. If you can successfully navigate through the maze of tunnels, you will find yourself face down in an alley behind an Irish pub called Kelley's just outside Boston, with no memory of how you got there. In your pocket, you will find a day planner. Important events of the future are described within, but in random order and no dates.
>> Anonymous
If you go into Tokyo, while riding a motorcycle, you will see a gray little boy, with a wrinkled face. Try to run him over. You will pass out and when you next awaken, you will be in a hospital room with doctors working on you. You will be fed medicine and you will hear a specific name ringing in your head. Should you escape this lab, you will be imbued with the power of a god.
>> Anonymous
There is an old hotel that has been around for hundreds of years. If anyone was to find themselves staying in Room 6 you would find yourself in an unknown place, where exactly at 12:16 AM the power will go out and you'll find yourself in utter darkness. If you chose to stay awake nothing will happen. But if you so much as close your eyes and fall asleep you will find yourself roaming in an unimaginable pit of despair, where creatures of fathomeless shapes and sizes roam. You will be trapped here for hours, until the sun comes up. It is rumored that this room is a gate into hell, and demons use the condensed evil of the room to escape into our reality through our minds. Those who have stayed in there rarely speak of it, for even recalling the night will put them in an uncontrollable frenzy.
>> Anonymous
They say there is a forest somewhere in the Northeast that takes on a certain quality in the dark of the witching hour. If you go to a certain spot between three granite rocks at precisely midnight, a man in a whit suit will appear with a contract written in an unknown arcane tongue.If you sign it, you will lose all your memories, except for one. You will only know the blood stained path to immortality.
>> Anonymous
They say that there is a special word in each holy book of all the great religions; The Koran, The New Testament, The Torah, The Bhagavad Gita; and nine other forgotten books spoke of in the Dead Sea Scrolls.
If all these words can be collected and spoken backwards in their native tongue, then you will vanish to Elysia, the most beautiful of the heavens. You can stay forever, or return to Earth.
If you stay too long, you will forget your life, but if you leave, you will have to kill a child at each full moon to survive. However, while you live you will have untold power over the secrets of the Earth.
You will also know the location of The Soft Places, those fuzzy lands between dreams and waking.
>> Anonymous
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 unimagninable horror, with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.
>> Anonymous
Ever wonder how some people you meet seem to have no fear whatsoever? You know, those people who go skydiving every weekend, climb thousands of feet up mountains just to snowboard down a side that's 'probably pretty safe, as long as I avoid those trees.' People who marathon-watch the scariest movies you've ever seen, then don't even blink before falling asleep. Well, if you envy them, then there's a way to conquer your own fear. It's just not pretty.
Get on any passenger bus that travels a long distance; Greyhound is usually a good pick. Anything that's on the road for longer than 24 hours. Get a window seat facing west, then stare at the sun, waiting until sunset. Just before the sun touches the horizon, close your eyes. Hard. Do not turn away, don't look at anything else. Cover your ears if you have to.
After a while, you'll notice that the bus has stopped moving. That's the signal that you can open your eyes. When you do, you'll see a gas station, illuminated only by a few flickering flourescent lights. There will be no sun, no moon, no stars in the sky. The convenience store will have its windows boarded up, but the sign will say 'Open.'
If you feel you can't go through with it, get back on the bus, return to your seat, and fall asleep. You'll wake up at sunrise the next day, well on your way to wherever the bus was going.
If you enter the store, the door will slam shut behind you. You will spend an unknown amount of time there, living out your worst nightmares made real. If you survive the ordeal without going mad, you will awake back on the bus, as it reaches its destination. Nothing will ever scare you again.
Some say that after this ordeal, anything else simply pales in comparison. Others say that all that room contains, is all the fear you will ever feel in your entire life, and exposing yourself to it all at once keeps you from feeling any more.
All I know is that if you try to repeat this feat, the sign on the door will say 'Closed.'
>> Anonymous
In the panhandle of Oklahoma, along the interstate, there is a lone brick building marked "Post Office No.56", and is marked with tape at the door as "Closed". The building has no doors, and looks like a small box of bricks from a distance. The door is always locked, and will never budge, no matter how hard you try.
Every July 7th, if you are positioned to the west of the building with the door opposite of where you stand, your nose will begin to bleed. If you drink some of the blood, one of your teeth will fall out.
Take the tooth and go to the door. The tape will no longer be there, and the building will have one small eye shaped window.
If you go to the window and place the tooth in it, the door will click open. Do not look in the window. Never look in the window.
When you open the door, a slow salty breeze will blow out, and the entire room will be pitch black. Enter the room and shut the door. You will wait 10 minutes to 40 minutes, depending on the last time you saw your parents.
After the time is up, a single shrill scream will sound. If you flinch, you will wake up in your bed, sweating. If you don't flinch, close your eyes quickly and start running. You will run for about 4-7 minutes depending on how fast you are, then you will hit a wall. Do not open your eyes.
The ground will feel warm, and your eyelids will see the color red. Do not open your eyes. Just feel around until you find a ring on the floor. The ring will be cold as ice. Pull on the ring and a trapdoor will open. Enter the trapdoor.
After doing this, you will fall through the roof of an office tile in a building in downtown Tulsa, in a bathroom stall. In the toilet will be a wallet and a gold ring. Take the gold ring, do not touch the wallet.
>> Anonymous
hey op do you watch meerkat manor?
>> Anonymous
I was trolling this forum when my computer screen flickered off.

fuck you /b/
>> Anonymous

variety of some mildly good creepypasta, and all of the holders, if anyones interested

to lazy to paste all 536 in her for you.
>> Anonymous
There's a small sushi restaurant in a tiny college town in Northern California. You will be able to identify it by the three orange, three white, and three speckled koi in the tank just inside the entrance.
Go alone at night, after all the regular customers have left. Ignore the older man sweeping the floor who tells you that they are closed, and go directly to the hostess. Take any table she gives you. If the hostess offers you a choice, try to be noncomittal. It may take a minute or two, but eventually you will be seated at a certain table for one. Your waitress will be appropriately Asian, but with clear, blue eyes. Order anything, as long as you have it with udon noodles. Make sure you finish your udon. When she offers dessert, ask to hear the choices but don't order anything. When she leaves to get your bill, she won't come back. You won't realize it immediantly, even if you look for it, but you will be alone. The lights will be on, but there will be no one there but you, not even in the kitchen. There are no windows, so you won't be able to see outside.
Don't touch any of the decorations on the walls. Don't even look at them. Just leave the way you came.
It will be 10:30 the next morning. The restaurant will be just opening. You will probably need to readjust your watch, or any timekeeping device you carried in with you (such as a cellphone).
>> Anonymous
i like this Stalaggh, its good noizu
>> Anonymous
Your troll-fu is pathetic.
>> Anonymous
I found it unsettling and probably a good approximation of what hell would sound like at first, but after about 10 minutes of no variation it just gets annoying
>> Anonymous
you really should throw more adjectives in there. it's a bit like reading computer generated poetry.