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Anonymous
scare the shit out of me /b/
>> Anonymous
one day, you're going to die.
>> Anonymous
move......touch.......rub.......deap throat.
>> Anonymous
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A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter. About an hour after they left for a night on the town, they realized they had forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her.

After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children watching too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.)

Well of course she could watch TV in their room, they replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous. Take the children and go to the neighbors, said whichever parent was talking to her. We'll call the police. We don't have a clown statue.
>> Anonymous
Can we please have a good creepypasta thread?

The other one is actually embarrassing me
>> Anonymous
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"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
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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
>>58914533
>> Anonymous
A dark night in November a girl was babysitting for two small children. The children's parents said they would be gone until 2am, and the kids had gone to bed already.
The girl padded barefoot into the kitchen to get a drink, she tried to flick the light on, but nothing happened. Just then the lights in the rest of the house went off.
She went upstairs to check on the kids, but they were dead or something and then loads of creepy shit happened with a murderer or something I don't fucking know.

FIN
>> Anonymous
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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 have 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."

>> Anonymous
>>58923079
Odd.
>> Anonymous
You've been talking to a girl on internet chat rooms that says she's 13. One day, she decides to invite you over for "a little fun". She only lives a few miles away, you are not one to pass up this opportunity.

You arrive at the address she gives you, but you have second thoughts. You shrug them off and open the door, imagining the sweet underage pussy to come. You can see her; she made cookies and lemonade. "How cute." you think, but secretly you know that she is not so innocent. She asks you to wait in the kitchen and that she's going to slip on something more comfortable. "Better to take it slow and enjoy myself," you think. You hear footsteps... but not 13 year old girl footsteps. "Why don't you take a seat over there..."
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>58923062

BEST!
>> Anonymous
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>>58924127
>> Anonymous
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MOAR WTF
>> Anonymous
SRSLY MOAR NAO!

>>58922858
>>58922947
>>58923009

Sauce? Moar?
>> Anonymous
Once there was an old woman who went out in the woods to dig up some roots to cook for dinner. She spotted something funny sticking out of the leaves and dug around until she uncovered a great big hairy toe. There was some good meat on that toe which would make a real tasty dinner, so the old woman put it in her basket and took it home.

When she got back to her cottage, the old woman boiled up a kettle-full of hairy toe soup, which she ate for dinner that night. It was the best meal she'd had in weeks! The old woman went to bed that night with a full stomach and a big smile.

Along about midnight, a cold wind started blowing in the tops of the trees around the old woman's house. A large black cloud crept over the moon. Oliver, I can see you. Inside the house, the old woman stirred uneasily in her bed and nervously pulled the covers up over her ears.
>> Anonymous
>>58924127

scary shit
>> Anonymous
>>58924127
Fuuuccckkk im not sleeping in a long, long time

Fuck you
>> Anonymous
>>58926244
I don't get it
>> Anonymous
A young woman was sleeping in her bed, and it was her first day of moving into the new house. It was her first time she was living alone. At night, she couldn't get to sleep - uncomofrtable in the new bedroom - and sat their awake. She was relaxed by the thought of her pet dog lying under the bed, so she fell back to sleep. Suddenly, she was woken by a dripping sound. She became worried, so threw her hand under the bed to recieve a reasurring lick from her pet dog. After her hand was licked, she got up and went to the bathroom. 'Ugh, i left the tap on!' she cursed, and turned the nozzle on the tap around.

She went back to bed, and fell back to sleep. She was suddenly awoken again by a crashing sound of water. She stuck her hand under the bed, recieved a lick, and went into the bathroom again. The shower had turned on, so she switched it off - confused - and walked back to bed...now irritated and tired. She fell back to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
>> Anonymous
>>58923062
Brix were shat
>> Anonymous
She was awoken by a thundering sound outside, and harsh rain beating the windows. She ignored it, until she felt cold droplets of water hitting her face - and opposite her bedroom she noticed the bathroom window was open. I watched your friend drop you off a few hours ago Oli, late night studying? She got the lick from her dog, and went into the bathroom to close the window. She tried the switch - it didn't work.

So she stumbled into the pitch-black room, and closed the window. Sighing, she looked towards the wall - as a strange smell was coming from it. Suddenly, lightning filled the room - and the girl saw her pet dog dead on the floor, and in blood written on the wall read: 'Humans can lick too'

The police found the dead body of a 20 year old woman the next day...
>> Anonymous
well i've heard scarier stories from hollywood...about hollywood.


try again, or FAIL
>> Anonymous
>>58922592


WAIT!!

anyone in the 18-22 age range remember those books that were filled with creepy pictures and scary stories? they were in black and white, and scared me when i was young.
>> Anonymous
>>58924127
bri/x/ were shat
>> Anonymous
>>58928079
see
>>58926244
>> 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
>>58928079
Yeah, just type scary stories into google and look at the images. You'll see the books. They freaked me out too.
>> Anonymous
minorities breed faster than whites....
/thread
>> Anonymous
keep dis tred goin guys mad gud jorb
>> Anonymous
I live in the UK. A colleague at work heard this from her boyfriend. He works with someone who said that his sister's friend got the last tube (subway train) home a couple of weeks ago. When she got on there were 5 rows of seats empty but the last row had three people sitting in them. As she was a little afraid, she went and sat opposite these people. She settled down and looked up to see the woman sitting opposite her really staring at her. So she got out her book and started to read but every time she looked up the woman was still staring. The train pulled into the next station and a man got on. He looked up and down the carriage, took a look at her and the people opposite her and came and sat next to her. As the train left the station the man leaned back and said quietly in her ear "If you know what's good for you, you'll get off at the next station with me". She was scared but thought the best idea would be to get off at the next station as he asked as there might be people around. The next stop comes up and she leaves the train with this man. The man says "Thank God, I didn't mean to scare you but I had to get you off that train. I'm a doctor and the woman sitting opposite you was dead and the two men either side were propping her up". According to the guy who told this story, the girl and the doctor called the police who stopped the train at the next station.
>> Anonymous
You will die alone.
>> 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 boy got free and ran around the corner. The mother tried to find him, but he was missing. 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 Mexican 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 the 45 minutes he was missing, he had been cut open, all of his organs removed, and stuffed with bags of cocaine. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep.
>> Anonymous
>>58927514
I guessed it and was fucking disappointed. Attention all scary story posters who want to post that again: From now on, she sees the dead dog, then feels a lick on her hand.
>> Anonymous
Solving the following riddle will reveal the awful secret behind the universe, assuming you do not go utterly mad in the attempt.
Let’s say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter day, you use said ax to behead a man. Don’t worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you’re the one who shot him.
He had been a big, twitchy guy with veiny skin stretched over swollen biceps, a tattoo of a swastika on his tongue. Teeth filed into razor-sharp fangs, you know the type. And you’re chopping off his head because, even with eight bullet holes in him, you’re pretty sure he’s about to spring back to his feet and eat the look of terror right off your face.
>> Anonymous
On the follow-through of the last swing, though, the handle of the ax snaps in a spray of splinters. You now have a broken ax. So, after a long night of looking for a place to dump the man and his head, you take a trip into town with your ax. You go to the hardware store, explaining away the dark reddish stains on the broken handle as barbecue sauce. You walk out with a brand new handle for your ax.
The repaired ax sits undisturbed in your garage until the next spring when, on one rainy morning, you find in your kitchen a creature that appears to be a foot-long slug with a bulging egg sac on its tail. Its jaws bite one of your forks in half with what seems like very little effort. You grab your trusty ax and chop the thing into several pieces. On the last blow, however, the ax strikes a metal leg of the overturned kitchen table and chips out a notch right in the middle of the blade.
Of course, a chipped head means yet another trip to the hardware store. They sell you a brand new head for your ax. As soon as you get home with your newly-headed ax, though, you meet the reanimated body of the guy you beheaded last year. He’s also got a new head, stitched on with what looks like plastic weed trimmer line, and it’s wearing that unique expression of “you’re the man who killed me last winter” resentment that one so rarely encounters in everyday life.
You brandish your ax. The guy takes a long look at the weapon with his squishy, rotting eyes and in a gargly voice he screams, “That’s the same ax that slayed me!”
Is he right?
>> 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
You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock.

There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection.
>> Anonymous
I am Thomas's reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom. ...and he makes faces. I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger. He does this every day... well, USED to. One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom. On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist. ...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye. Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference. I can't mimic his pain.

Just

his

face.
>> Anonymous
If you should ever find yourself in Philadelfia, head westwards, and you will come across a small playground adjacent to a highschool. On the tarmac there, you will find exactly one ball. If you proceed to start throwing the basketball towards the net in a typical fashion, a group of unknown youths will attack you.
If you defeat them in combat, you will be sent to Los Angeles with two rich relatives. Whistle for a taxi, but do -not- talk to the driver. He will drive you to a white house, get out, and wish him farewell, but do -not- look back. If you rap on the door of this house exactly three times and await response, your life will be flip turned upside down.
>> Anonymous
Some years ago in a small town in Colorado lived a middle-aged couple and their only son. The family's life was strained for years after the father was diagnosed with an inoperable tumor. The son had always been close to him, and times had gotten harder when the father could no longer take part in many activities they used to share. The mother grew increasingly depressed and absent, as did her son. The man knew the effect he was having on his family, and would stare catatonic for hours at a time, his mind restless but without focus. He sat waiting away the remaining days of his life, and trying to hope for the best for them - but his thoughts became more addled and erratic every day.

Late on the eve of the son's 16th birthday, the woman knelt before her bed while her husband stared off, and prayed that her son would not have to witness his father's death - and that he would be at peace when his father had finally died, presumably going to a better place. She wept gently and fell asleep knelt against the bed, only to awake shortly after an unpleasant dream. She awoke repeating the phrase 'in 34 days' over and over to herself, trying to understand what it meant. The woman could no longer recount any details of the dream, only 'in 34 days' and that it was extremely chilling.
>> Anonymous
During the son's birthday celebration, the woman watched solemnly as the few children that had attended were avoiding her son and left early, as he began to take on more characteristics of his father, staring off into space and she became worried that if he did not receive closure soon, he would be permanently cold and distant. In the moments following her son silently retreating to his room, and the guests nervously saying goodbyes and leaving quickly, she realized that 'in 34 days' her husband would die.

Thirty four days later, the woman walked into her son's room to find him crumpled in a sticky pool of his own blood, with a scrawled, cold note stating: "Bye." He did not have to witness his father's death, and neither did his wife.
>> Anonymous
SMOKE HURTS WHEN IN GOES IN YOUR EYES. YOU REALLY WANT THAT IN YOUR LUNGS?
>> Anonymous
>>58930731
so does lemon juice
>> Anonymous
Lol, supposedly nothing can scare me on the interwebs. Its more or less the real situation rather then just the thought of it that scares me the most, yet after letting the fear pass by i take the situation in my own hands and smack the "creature" around and or exorsize the bastard. haha. take on me /b/
>> Anonymous
Some years ago in a small town in Colorado lived a middle-aged couple and their only son. The family's life was strained for years after the father was diagnosed with an inoperable tumor. The son had always been close to him, and times had gotten harder when the father could no longer take part in many activities they used to share. The mother grew increasingly depressed and absent, as did her son. The man knew the effect he was having on his family, and would stare catatonic for hours at a time, his mind restless but without focus. He sat waiting away the remaining days of his life, and trying to hope for the best for them - but his thoughts became more addled and erratic every day.

Late on the eve of the son's 16th birthday, the woman knelt before her bed while her husband stared off, and prayed that her son would not have to witness his father's death - and that he would be at peace when his father had finally died, presumably going to a better place. She wept gently and fell asleep knelt against the bed, only to awake shortly after an unpleasant dream. She awoke repeating the phrase 'in 34 days' over and over to herself, trying to understand what it meant. The woman could no longer recount any details of the dream, only 'in 34 days' and that it was extremely chilling.
>> Anonymous
>>58922592

JESUS WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT
>> Anonymous
During the son's birthday celebration, the woman watched solemnly as the few children that had attended were avoiding her son and left early, as he began to take on more characteristics of his father, staring off into space. She became worried that if he did not receive closure soon, he would become permanently cold and distant. In the moments following her son silently retreating to his room, and the guests nervously saying goodbyes and leaving quickly, she realized that 'in 34 days' her husband would die.

Thirty four days later, the woman walked into her son's room to find him crumpled in a sticky pool of his own blood, with a scrawled, cold note stating: "Bye." The father continued staring off into space, the blood slowly staining his pants and shirt as he sat on his son's bed.

The boy did not have to witness his father's death, and neither did his mother.
>> Anonymous
I took a dump yesterday and it looked like moot
>> Anonymous
>>58930817
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUod3jGQt0U
>> Anonymous
TAKE ON ME /b/?!
are you a fucking pirate?!
>> 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 spraypaint. SCP-173 is animate extremely hostile.
The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking.
Object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personal are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.

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

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
>> Anonymous
>>58930914
>>58930943

original content? on MY /b/ ?
>> Anonymous
>>58930943


i dun getet. who killed who? why didnt the wife have to live? lame story is lame
>> Anonymous
>>58931035
There'd have to be another word for it to be pirate, brush up on it
>> Anonymous
>>58931151
? The son killed himself, her paranormal experience meant he would kill himself,not her husband would die. She nor her son didn't have to see her husband die because he didn't.
>> Anonymous
I am Thomas's reflection.

Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom.

...and he makes faces.

I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger.

He does this every day... well, USED to.

One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom.

On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors.

On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist.

...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye.

Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference.

I can't mimic his pain.

Just his face.
>> Anonymous
>>58931151
>>58931263

uh yeah but i think he meant either the woman killed herself or the husband had killed them both with the last line
>> Anonymous
>>58922592

OMFG IS THAT SOME NAKED GUY ON A BIKE? HIDE THE KIDS
>> Anonymous
>>58929802

i prefer to end the story like this

"*she sees the dog* now the real question isn't why was the dog dead..but instead what was licking her hand?"

MUCH creepier
>> Anonymous
>>58931300
I think she killed herself or died of old age before her husband did...if she killed him and did not bear witness she would have to close her eyes or some such thing which is a far-fetched theory to imply.
>> Anonymous
http://www.johndiesattheend.com/1-1.html
Seriously, you'll thank me later...WORTH IT!
>> Anonymous
>>58929983
lame
>> Anonymous
In a certain area of a certain city in Pennsylvania 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
>>58929905
No, he was shot. Fucking duh.

I can has my secret for my universe now plz?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>58932691
The cake is a pie
>> Anonymous
Many classic horror icons, such as Geiger'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?
>> Anonymous
>>58933416
in b4 obvious logical answer that all those characteristics are unnatural and hence cause fear
>> Anonymous
>>58933506
MICHAEL JACKSON!?!?!?
>> Anonymous
>>58933534
I lol'd
>> Anonymous
When I was a kid, we used to have an old couch in our house. It was old and pretty tacky. My mom had gotten it at a garage sale or something. One day we decided to up and out the couch. It was when I was young but I remembered it.

Anyhow I was talking to my mom and we brought up the old couch and she told me about something I hadn't remembered for years.

When I was young, maybe four or five I was playing near the couch and a withered black hand reached out to me holding a crumpled paper bag with an unfamiliar hardware store logo on it. I was scared shitless and I didn't touch it. After a few seconds the hand went back under the couch, bag and all.

When I had originally told my mom about the incident she had freaked out and gotten rid of the couch. It turned out it's last owner was an old woman who had died on the couch.

Now is where it gets wierder. I was in town the other day and a grocery store I often visit I noticed a bag with the same logo that was nder the couch. No old shrivelled hand was holding it so I had the balls to open it up and look inside.

>> Anonymous
>>58930943
awesome.

>>58931151
dumb.
>> Anonymous
>>58933416
I was amazed by your insight until I realized it's 4:35 in the morning and I thought it out. Fears are not passed through generations by anything but word. No genetics.

People are afraid of the dark because of things that they've experienced in their lifetime or heard of, of lightening because they think it can kill and target them specifically. Afraid of thunder because of the part of our brain which responds to loud noises (there's a part that responds to loud noises and to sights) and we're afraid of heights because we indeed know they can kill us. We can overcome them.

The figures with dark, sunken eyes, sharp teeth and elongated faces because they're incredibly irregular. They're abnormal. People instinctual fear the abnormal because they enjoy being comfortable. Seeing abnormal things or imagining them is rather uncomfortable.
>> Anonymous
Today was the day he was dreading. He knew they were going to be extremely busy, and quite frankly he wanted to call out seeing as he was already late. His thoughts were briefly distracted by his black tabby, quietly pawing at his legs, ready for its breakfast. He made sure to fill up its bowl before he dashed out the door, returning twice to grab whatever he forgot the first few times. And he was off.

~

He breathed a sigh of relief as the last customer left. It had been the best sales day of the year, and they were obviously going to celebrate. He had been contemplating going on home, but he needed to unwind too. He had no serious obligations the next day, so he could stay out as late as he wanted. So when they asked, he happily agreed to go with them.

~

He couldn’t open his eyes. He was barely conscious as it was. He slapped lazily around until he managed to shut the alarm off, before he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. The door creaked as his black tabby walked in and jumped onto his back, where it curled up close to his head. The hot breath in his ear lulled him back to sleep.

~

The doorbell continued to ring. He crawled out of bed and made his way to the front door. It was his next door neighbor, a kind woman in her late seventies, who still worked. She was in her business suit.
“Oh did I wake you up? I thought you were usually up by now.”
“I usually am.” He said groggily. “But they let me have today off.”
“Well I hate to come bearing such bad news so early in the morning,” She said, patting his hand, “but I ran over your dear tabby last night when I got home. I came straight over to tell you but you weren’t home.”
He stared at her for a few seconds, before their silence was broken by its footsteps.
>> Anonymous
>>58933506
...God damn it
>>58933854
I wrote that as you responded with the above.
>> Anonymous
Lol at this shit. Fail pic - fail copypasta.
>> Anonymous
moar moar op clown post, op hotel room, op tabby cat
>> Anonymous
>>58933854
Fear is an emotional response to tangible and realistic dangers. Fear should be distinguished from anxiety, an emotion that often arises out of proportion to the actual threat or danger involved, and can be subjectively experienced without any specific attention to the threatening object.

Most fear is usually connected to pain (i.e., some fear heights because if they fall, when they land, they will be in great pain). Behavioral theorists, like Watson and Ekman, have both suggested that fear is one of several very basic emotions (e.g., joy and anger). Fear is a survival mechanism, and usually occurs in response to a specific negative stimulus.
>> Anonymous
come on /b/ you can do better than this
>> Anonymous
This is actual true for real serious. After my grandfather died, the same day I got a call and the caller ID said "Grandpa Cell." So I picked it up and some woman said "is this (says phone number)?" I said no because I was scared shitless and forgot that was my number of my new cell phone. Then when I looked at my recieved calls it was just some random number with a different area code than mine. I called it back and it was just some woman that didn't realize her friend had changed their number. Why the fuck did it say Grandpa Cell?
>> Anonymous
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>>58934366
Deemed this necessary.
>> Anonymous
>>58930932
Jesus: I'm not sure, my son.
>> Anonymous
honestly ive had to piss since this thread started but im scared to open my door after the clown shit, please continue
>> Anonymous
>>58935180
ITT Anonymous is a pussy bitch.
>> Anonymous
>>58933933
Today was the day he was dreading. He knew they were going to be extremely busy, and quite frankly he wanted to call out seeing as he was already late. His thoughts were briefly distracted by his black tabby, quietly pawing at his legs, ready for its breakfast. He made sure to fill up its bowl before he dashed out the door, returning twice to grab whatever he forgot the first few times. And he was off.

~desu

He breathed a sigh of relief as the last customer left. It had been the best sales day of the year, and they were obviously going to celebrate. He had been contemplating going on home, but he needed to unwind too. He had no serious obligations the next day, so he could stay out as late as he wanted. So when they asked, he happily agreed to go with them.

~desu

He couldn’t open his eyes. He was barely conscious as it was. He slapped lazily around until he managed to shut the alarm off, before he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. The door creaked as his black tabby walked in and jumped onto his back, where it curled up close to his head. The hot breath in his ear lulled him back to sleep.

~desu

The doorbell continued to ring. He crawled out of bed and made his way to the front door. It was his next door neighbor, a kind woman in her late seventies, who still worked. She was in her business suit.
“Oh did I wake you up? I thought you were usually up by now.”
“I usually am.” He said groggily. “But they let me have today off.”
“Well I hate to come bearing such bad news so early in the morning,” She said, patting his hand, “but I ran over your dear tabby last night when I got home. I came straight over to tell you but you weren’t home.”
He stared at her for a few seconds, before their silence was broken by its footsteps.
>> Anonymous
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>>58924127
>> Anonymous
>>58934366
Be that as it may, most things we find attractive, things we take joy in and as I've known it, things we fear are in regards to early childhood development.

Children who were molested in the dark fear the dark and sometimes desire children or end up being hypersexual/asexual.

I realize not all can be attributed but there is not only one theory out there and while you have names to back yours up I'm not alone in this. I still believe we genuinely fear the unknown, though...

It's not just those figures that frighten us... When we think of bigfoot, the jersey devil, el chupacabra, the loch ness monster, aliens (dark sunken eyes, elongated faces, pale skin...yes yes). We fear things we cannot explain, when they just don't add up.
>> Anonymous
Not entirely true - genetics is indeed believed to have a role in why people more easily develop fear for some objects.
>> Anonymous
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>>58930932
What you should be asking is that, with a clearer picture how can you doubt that "that" exists?
>> Anonymous
>>58935872
Perhaps, though it is a school of thought I am not familiar with. I shall read up more before I make another move. Well met, anon.
>> Anonymous
>>http://www.johndiesattheend.com/1-1.html

I stopped reading when I saw moot
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>>58936340
lol wut
>> Anonymous
>>58936340
Holy shit!

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.

WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?! Why would you post something like that?! Jesus, I was having fun until you posted THAT scary shit.

FUCK! This is the computer with all my porn on it!
>> Anonymous
>>58936340
nonerdfag here doesn't get it
>> Anonymous
>>58936340
theres no hard drive
is that it?
>> Anonymous
it is when your pc doesnt find any the boot sector and therefor no starts any os
>> Anonymous
Look into my eyes, my previous, and gaze upon infinity and eternity. I came from the bottomless black pit of the abyss, and there I shall return when I dwindle out like the dying embers of the flickering flame. Yet, even then, I shall have lived nuemrous lifetimes in your world, and seen extraordinary things that you have only fantasized about in elusive myths from an ancient-past or glimpsed through in that distorted void between nighttime and daytime you call your dreams.

You are only human, with your foolish trifles and petty desires. You cannot fathom the greater workings of the universe. Countless numbers of human have lived before your time, and countless numbers will live long after you cease to draw your last breath. You are just a single, thin thread woven into the vast tapestry of life.
>> Anonymous
Primates aka Monkeys have a natural fear of heights. Humans are believed to be evolved from monkeys though we definitely are only, 2% off in dna structure(correct?).


Why is it people fear heights then?
>> Anonymous
it could be by disk failture, deletion or setup too
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
lol i keep reading everything in george costanza's reading voice and frank drebins narrative voice.
>> Anonymous
lol i keep picturing everything in george costanza's reading voice and frank drebins narrative voice.
>> Anonymous
>>58930353

>I lol'd
>> Anonymous
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hai guys, can I join?
>> Anonymous
>>58930353

epic
>> Anonymous
Evolution over the years has taught our senses to pick up on danger or just general disturbances in our area. Most people can tell when they are being followed or something of that effect.

You know that feeling when you are walking down your stairs..your hair stands up..you turn around and nothing is there?

Don't turn around next time....
>> Anonymous
>>58938292
Dammit Tom, come out of the closet.
>> Anonymous
most creepy pasta is just dull pasta
>> Anonymous
People do not initially fear heights, but it has been shown some objects or situations (usually dangerous from an evolutional perspective) will much easier be linked to feelings of unpleasantness (fear etc.).
The phenomenon is called "preparedness" and is definatly affected by multiple factors - genetical and psychological factors has been proposed and might both be true.
>> Anonymous
bump for more pasta
>> Anonymous
>>58938373

actually creepy
>> Anonymous
this thread was good before anon tried to make sense of fear
>> Anonymous
>>58937273
get off the computer and go the fuck back to english class
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Could this be Mindfuck thread nao?
>> Anonymous
>>58938373
>>58938602

OH SHI-
>> Anonymous
>>58937379
because you might fall goddamnit. stop this madness.
>> Anonymous
>>58939081

madness?

THIS IS /B/!
>> Anonymous
goosebumps...
>> Anonymous
>>58937379
Giant niggers?
>> Anonymous
>>58939081
madness?
>> Anonymous
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anyone afraid of BEES? mwahahaha.
>> Anonymous
>>58939294

it was already done..don't say it
>> Anonymous
>>58939343
dude... they're fucking after me, i'm telling you
>> Anonymous
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You are all giving me goosepimples!
>> Anonymous
>>58939294
No, THIS IS SPARTA!
>> Anonymous
>>58935854
people fear the unknown (animal instinct) but desire to explore and understand it. something we can't explain, means it's out of the ordinary so we instantly remember it and become wary of it by nature
>> Anonymous
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>>58938463
ALL YOU NEW/OLD/AGING/NIGGAFAGS STOP SAYING "COPYPASTA" IT'S DRIVING ME MAAAAAAD!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>58937587
>>58937587
>>58937587
This stopped me mid yawn...i was so pissed
>> Anonymous
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>>58938602
BE PREPAAAAAARED!

preparedness
what a phenomenon
>> Anonymous
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This is madness
>> Anonymous
moar
>> Anonymous
>>58929858
>>58929905
Someones read terry pratchett


Symbolically it is the same axe
>> Anonymous
>>58941215

Madness? THIS IS SPARTA!
>> Anonymous
>>58939081
>>58939137
>>58939294
>>58940109
>>58941215
>> Anonymous
>>58941684
>>58941671
>> Anonymous
>>58941522
But do you go with symbolism or technicality in such a situation? Because it's technically a totally different ax.
>> Anonymous
Remember this -

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 die....at 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
>>58938292
what the fuck happened from here down
>> Anonymous
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>>58941522
>>58941841
hey dumdums

>>58932691
>> Anonymous
>>58941841
well you ask the reanimated dude if he means symbolically or literally...then go with whatever he means really
>> Anonymous
>>58942263
i pictured some faggy kid doing that and laughed
>> Anonymous
>>58933416

Pyramid-Head has a fucking Pyramid for a head. Sunken eyes? Big teeth? WTF DOES HIS FACE LOOK LIKE?!
>> Anonymous
>>58942263
I hear this has been attempted before, by a young girl. Her father was searching for her one day, and went to check in her room. He found the note on the floor, cut into little pieces, and assembled what he could, making out what seemed to be a suicide note, but missing that key shape in the center. He looked around for more evidence of some sort when he noticed a paper key sticking out of this 'invisible lock'. Cautiously, he approached the door to the room, and closed it. He eyed the key over-it was indeed what had been missing from the note. But how could it sit there like that, simply floating in place relative to the door? Curious, the man reached out, and turned the key. The door in front of him opened slowly, revealing an entirely new world.
A short distance away from him, a small swarm of activity circled around a crumpled body, lashing out and tearing at the flesh. Among the horrible screeching and ripping of flesh, the man could hear a faint, but distinct whimper. Terrified, the man inched forward, going against his better judgment. Again, a voice called out to him. He knew it instantly. He fixed his gaze back to the crumpled body amidst the...'demons', for lack of better term, only to find his little girl reaching out to him before she was again beset by her terrible fate.
His fear overcame his rage, and he backed out of the door just as quietly as he entered. He found himself back in his little girl's room, sobbing uncontrollably. He shut the door, pulled the paper key out, and tossed it to the ground. He was later found dead with a note containing this information nearby. He had apparently hung himself out of fear and guilt.
>> Anonymous
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>>58943456
great tell all the potential an heros so it won't happen again I:^/
>> Anonymous
John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
>> Anonymous
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bump for mare
>> Anonymous
a naked guy riding an invisible bike?
>> Anonymous
>>58944808

I just shit myself, thanks
>> Anonymous
>>58944355
is cernel joson kernel jason with a small mouth?
>> Anonymous
>>58931140
>>58931140
>>58931140
moar pix/creepypasta of that thing?
>> Anonymous
"There's some scifi movie in the telly, Tom Cruise and aliens."

"Oh wait, it's the news."
>> Anonymous
the holocaust and slavery happened. deeply, thoroughly think about them really. not just as common topics (/punchlines). not too long ago, people from one part of earth went to another part of earth and kidnapped everyone and enslaved them. and really think about the fact that one man had almost an entire race of people slaughtered. And that shit started in the 30's.
>> Anonymous
>>58945965
shit was SO cash.
>> Anonymous
>>58936340
wft
>> Anonymous
>>58945965
Anonymous could have done something about it, we can do anything as a group.

just like v for vendetta that d00d was awes0me!

more creepy pasteds!
>> Anonymous
>>58946261
wat
>> Anonymous
bump for FUCKING MORE FELLAAAAAAAAAAAS!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
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fucking moar
>> Anonymous
You heard the one about the kids who saw Candlejack? One day th-
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>>58923062
>> Anonymous
It was halloween night
A ghost was so hungry. So what did he do? He did what any ghost would do. HAUNT PEOPLE!
So he walked up to Old Man Jenkin's house.
"Old man Jenkins! Do you want to play?"
-"Who's creaching at my lawn?"

.." ME!"
>> Anonymous
oh come on /b/ you started out good wtf is wrong we need moar
>> Anonymous
some people are only sexually aroused when they are dressed up as giant humanoid foxes and are buttfucking other deranged individuals dressed the same way.
>> Anonymous
>>58947882

gif gif is gif
>> Anonymous
>>58948646
real?
>> Anonymous
Okay I haven't posted this story because even though things worked out okay I was terrified and thinking about how she looked and how I felt makes me feel the same way when I remember it.

I lived in the second oldest house in my area near Waco, Texas, from when I was about 11 til I was 18. I don't know the significance of this really but I feel it’s the only possible explanation for any supernatural presence. I'm not sure when the house was originally built but the rest of the houses around mine were built in the 40s and 50s so I supposed it’s older than that.
The house seemed normal when we first moved in. Only two families had lived there over the years so it wasn't like there was a high turnover rate. In fact no one really noticed or mentioned anything supernatural with the house.
>> Anonymous
However, there was a "secret room." This room was actually a selling point for my parents to help us deal with moving. Even though my dad was in the military we had lived at our past house for quote awhile and didn't want to move. So of course when my parents said there was a secret passage connecting one of the possible bedrooms with a secret room we became excited about the new house. My sister and I fought for it but I won because the other bedroom already had flower wallpaper up. When I first saw my room I went straight to the closet to see the "Secret door."

The secret door wasn't really secret, it was right in the back of the closet and plain to see. However it was a lot smaller than any normal door. Even when I was only 11 or 12 I had to squat down to get in. It looked like it was made for a child to use.
Another interesting thing was that the door handle was not really built into the door, it was just a handle added as an afterthought. This made me think it was originally just some sort of attic or crawl space door and not meant for a room. The door was lockable by key from my side of the door, the other side had no handle or keyhole. When you open the door there’s a very small hallway which is the same height as the door and not really fit for an adult, but it’s just a few feet long and then you get into the room.
>> Anonymous
Now my parents thought the room could be me and my sister's own little toy room or whatever when they first saw it, but after moving in they had second thoughts. I'm not sure what it was but they said it was because they wouldn't be able to hear us if we got hurt in that room since it was so detached from the rest of the house. Of course since we wanted our own secret room so badly they gave in, but said that we had to tell them when we were playing in there and we had to keep the door to my room, my closet, and the secret room open at all times when we were there. So we went on and like I said earlier nothing much really supernatural happened in the rest of the house, and not even too much in the "secret room," at least not to me.

My sister began having an imaginary friend. Whenever I wasn't in there I could hear her talking and whispering to someone. I noticed that although at first she used to have fun in there that as time went on she kind of seemed sadder when she was in there. However up til now this could all be coincidence so I didn't give it much thought.
>> Anonymous
THERE IS A SKELETON INSIDE OF YOU
>> Anonymous
The only weird things that happened with me was at night I thought I could hear some sort of scratching on the walls behind my room, except it wasn't really with fingernails it was softer sounding. It wasn't on the door, but coming from inside the room.
Now I believe that I only heard this at night because it was quiet at night, and the scratching rubbing sound was so soft that you normally couldn't hear it. I really had no idea what it was, I told my dad once and he looked around for some animal but couldn't find any so we just forgot about it and I lived with it. Like I said it was so soft it never really bothered me. It could be some far off tree rubbing against the house for all I knew. This rubbing happened consistently but like I said I never paid it much mind, at least until my sister went into the room one night.
>> Anonymous
She knew about the rubbing too and never really said anything about it. One night though, probably about a year or so after moving into the house, the rubbing was going on as usual. I was in that limbo before falling to sleep when I thought that someone was in my room and unlocking the closet door. I thought it might have been a dream but I looked around and saw my door and closet door open, so I got up to check it out. I was a little scared but I realized it was probably mom or dad checking out the rubbing sound since I told them it still happened sometimes. I turned the light on in my closet and looked in. I saw a figure sitting in the room facing the wall. Now even when I was a kid, I had been pretty brave. I was still scared since I was pretty young, but I knew that you can't just run or you'll never know. I said "Hello?" and I heard "She wanted me to see" in what sounded like my sister's voice. The light was in the middle of the room, and it was tough taking even those few steps to get to it in the middle of that dark room. But like I said, I couldn't just leave so I just went there and turned it on. When I looked at the figure, it was indeed my sister, sitting and scratching at the wall paper. I touched her and she was crying so I pulled her up and took her out of the room. I'm really glad that I didn't just lock the door and run or else she'd be stuck in there all night (this is one reason why I never run away from anything abnormal). I locked the door, took her to her room and watched her as she went to sleep. I really thought she could've been sleepwalking or something although she never had before, and since it was over I didn't want to wake up my parents. I went back to sleep.
>> Anonymous
The next day I asked my sister in the morning if she remembered going into the room and she looked freaked out. I told her she was probably just sleep walking but she said that "the girl" asked her to come look at her pictures. She didn't start crying but she was about to because she was so scared. I didn't ask who "the girl" was. I told her it was just a dream and went to prove it. She didn't want to enter the room again so I went in and saw where she was scratching on the wall. Only a little bit was scratched away, so I started peeling some more wallpaper off. Under the wallpaper were different pictures drawn in what looked like crayon. They were typical kid pictures of mainly cats, and houses, however there was one picture that I thought was weird.
It was a little girl, a cat, a mom, and a dad. Now everything looked like a normal kid family portrait, except the dad had no face. It was just a circle. Of course my rational side said she just never finished it. But still the dad picture looked strangely out of place, like the lines were distorted like she had trouble drawing it. Anyway I told my parents and they yelled at me for pulling back the wallpaper. I didn't want my sister to get in trouble so I didn't say anything about her or what happened last night. My parents said we had to get it fixed now and were mad, and didn't let me play in there again as punishment. The whole thing still seemed normal to me. Kid draws on wall, parents put wall paper up to cover it up. I didn't realize until later that night when the scratching rubbing sound started up, that it sounded like a crayon. I really started thinking that it was "the girl" that my sister talked about was drawing on the wall.
>> Anonymous
Now after this happened, I started believing that the girl was actually in there. Once I started acknowledging her presence, weirder things began to happen. It happened really slowly. I was about 14 or 15 after the episode with my sister, and the weird things were happening slowly over the course of the next years I lived in the house up until I was 18. The changes were so subtle that I didn’t really notice that they were happening until much later. The drawing sounds increased a little bit and soon were audible even during the day. I also started hearing little pattering of feet. The more I heard these things the more emotional I felt about them. I started feeling angry the more I heard the sounds, especially when I was trying to sleep. However I always managed to control myself and try to think that this girl was obviously sad and just trying to have fun and I calmed myself down. However this was going on so long that I finally asked my sister when I was about 16.
>> Anonymous
I asked her if she ever heard the sounds. She said that she did, although they were pretty quiet. Now I didn’t think this was so weird since obviously I could hear them too, and I told her how annoying it was. She kind of looked at me as if she was hurt, and said that every time she heard the sounds she felt really sad. She had trouble talking about it, but I told her this is pretty important since it’s going to affect the rest of my years left in the house. She told me that “the girl” was the girl that she used to talk to when she played in the room. She didn’t know her name, but they used to play together. She said she looked just like a little girl about her age so they had fun together. However, as my sister got older, the little girl seemed to get older too, except very unnaturally. It was subtle at first but soon she began hating seeing her. She said she looked as if she “shouldn’t have been alive anymore.” I didn’t really know what this meant. My sister said she wore the same dress the whole time, even when the girl grew out of it. I asked her why she went into the room that one night to find the pictures, and she said she really didn’t want to but the girl made her feel so sad and she’d do anything to help her out. However this still freaked her out and I didn’t ask anymore questions.
>> Anonymous
Things got worse every night, and I hated hearing that sound. I was so mad that she wouldn’t just shut up so I could sleep. The weird thing was I was scared at the same time, since I knew that whatever it was in there wasn’t actually alive anymore. What also freaked me out was that the sound didn’t annoy my sister, but I guess she had more tolerance than I did.

I asked my parents who used to live here, and they said a family with two sons. Of course this didn’t have anything to do with the room, since they had it locked off the entire time they were there. So I asked if they knew anything about the family before them. They said the original owners were the ones who had the house built and that they didn’t know much about them, except that they had a daughter who died when she was 11. I asked if they knew how she died, but they said it was some sort of accident, so it wasn’t murder or child abuse or anything. I also asked if she died in the secret room, but they said they didn’t think so. I really think that this was the girl in the room, although I have no idea why she inhabited it still.
>> Anonymous
Once I knew this I sort of had an idea with what I was dealing with. Last year was when things got the worst. I heard almost constant drawing and her jumping around inside the room. The footsteps sounded heavier and were louder. If I ever heard it I’d pound on the door to the room and she’d stop immediately, but I’d hear soft whimpering or crying. She’d also start drawing again later on. Sometimes I’d scream at her to shut up. I really got mad every time it happened since it had been going on for 6 years. However, I knew that I had to do something about this. I was a lurker by this time so I’ve read a lot of ghost story threads, and I remembered how pussy most of the goons were regarding ghosts and never checked anything out. So I knew that I had to at least understand what was going on exactly, and if possible end it. I didn’t really have a plan but I knew I had to see the girl or talk to her or something.

Last year, shortly before I turned 18, my parents went away for the weekend, so I took the key to the secret room from their room (they kept it ever since locking it that day when I took off the wallpaper). I was determined to see her so I stayed up expecting to hear sounds. I couldn’t hear anything so soon I just fell asleep. It was about 1 am when I woke up to a loud bang, like someone jumped or fell. I heard her footsteps afterwards and of course the drawing. The first thing I felt before any fear was pure anger. I hated that she woke me up, even though this was what I wanted. I immediately grabbed the key and went to the door. I was pounding on it as I said “That’s it!” and unlocking the door. The sounds stopped and I heard whimpering. I threw open the door and this was the first time I saw the room in years.
>> Anonymous
The light coming from my room illuminated a figure in the room, much like when I saw my sister years earlier. This was when I began to feel a wave of different emotions. I was really angry, really scared, yet I also knew that I had to do this and remain calm. I went into the room and stood a few feet away from the figure which was standing in the corner. I turned on the light. What I saw was probably the most horrific sight I could probably have ever even thought of in my entire life. Any horror movie monster had nothing on how unnatural the girl looked.

I finally realized why my sister described her in such a weird way. Her body was taller than she should have been. Her limbs were so lanky and bony and stretched like she kept growing past how tall she should have been. She was wearing a really small dress, and it was really tight on her body. Her face looked as if her head had continued to grow but her face had not. The skin was stretched and the eyes were sunk back into her head yet wide open and her small, childlike teeth were exposed since her lips were stretched back with the rest of her face. Her hair was down to her waist, her face had tears streaming down. I took all of this in in just a moment, and as soon as we met eyes she let out a wail as if she was crying and moaning at the same time. It wasn’t a loud wail like most people describe ghosts, it was pretty soft and it was as if she was in terrible pain, but I couldn’t tell her expression since her face was so unnatural and stretched.
>> Anonymous
As soon as I heard the wail all the anger in my body was overcome by fear and I ran. I wish I could say I ran for a video camera, but I just ran. I know I’ve been talking about how much I hate when people don’t investigate things but I was so terrified that I ran. Once I got out of my room I ran to my car and drove away and spent the night at a friend’s house. Once I realized what happened I was in a cold shiver and scared out of my mind for the entire night. I was too scared to go back home until my parents came home.

I waited until they came back on Sunday, and then I came over. They asked me why I took the key and left the closet door open and I just told them I wanted to see if I could sell any of my old toys on eBay. I took one last look in the room and locked the door. Ever since then nothing happened. I don’t know why things stopped, but I’m always hoping its not because I “let her out” like in the Ring or something and that she’s really evil. Since nothing has happened since then I do really hope that I helped her out in some way, but in all honesty I don’t care. My parents moved after I went to college, and I have no intention of ever going back.
>> Anonymous
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>>58948963
I wish...
>> Anonymous
>>58922858
doing it wrong its supposed to be an angel statue newfag
>> Anonymous
dammit /b/ come on moar
>> Anonymous
Think about how bad food smells when you leave it out for too long. Now THAT'S scary.
>> Anonymous
>>58949361
pretty fucked up man
>> Anonymous
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good one!
>> Anonymous
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>>58949917
good one!
>> Anonymous
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>>58929374
I don't get it, why is dying alone so tragic?
>> Anonymous
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He was in his room, with the lights turned out. Having long since in bed, the glow of the laptop was the only dim light in the darkened room. The concentrated bright glow in front of him dulled everything else in the room, essentially enveloping him in a cloak of absolute black. There were several windows up, with more than three tabs up on each of them – he was doing a lot of surfing on the net tonight. Not that it mattered, since this was the beginning of his weekend. He could stay up all night if he wanted to, and not have to worry about anything. Reaching across to where he'd put his drink, a brief glimpse of bright green caught his eye. Momentarily startled by it, he shook it off a second later when he thought of the battery pack for his laptop. He took a drink from his glass, his fingers nearly slipping off of the slick surface. Putting the glass back down on, he reaches to adjust his headphones and goes back to what he had been doing, turning the volume up as he does so. Just as he does this, his laptop shuts off completely, and he is left alone in the dark. As he reaches down to the battery pack, his headphones slip... and that is when he remember he didn't plug the battery pack in like he usually did. His headphones slide further from his ears, and a faint slithering hiss, as something takes hold of his arm. And at that very moment he got scared And said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
>> Anonymous
>>58950310
FUCK YOU.
I WAS GOING TO FAP BUT THANKS TO THAT STORY IM FUCKING SHRIVELED
>> Anonymous
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>>58922592
>were SHAT!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>58928079
yes
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
>> Anonymous
>>58950187
Ha ha ha, who is that I dont' know but he's funny. Did you really think it was a good one? Thanks! And another thing about airline food. Ha ha what am I a stand up comedian now?
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>>58943456
Yeah, bullshit...moar like he bruttally sodomosied his own daughter, paniced when he realised his wife was back soon...cur the little soobbing bitch into tiny, weeny pieces, before becoming overcome with rage, again brutally fucked his one and only precious daughter (well, the pieces of her), before concoting this story and becomming an hero.
>> Anonymous
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boo
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>>58950708
Maybe you should be a stand up comedian.
>> Anonymous
>>58923079
HOLY FUCK! I PEED IN MY PANTS
>> Anonymous
>>58940109
silently and passively seconded
>> Anonymous
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You are already dead.
>> Anonymous
>>58948865
>>58948911
>>58948956
>>58949006
>>58949039
>>58949083
>>58949115
>>58949152
>>58949212
>>58949243
>>58949316
>>58949361

Sum good freaky shit there.
>> Anonymous
consensual sex in the missionary position
>> Anonymous
>>58935932
ITS FUCKING CANDLEJACK
OH SH
>> Anonymous
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU STUPID SCIFAGS. Nobody gives a shit about your retarded crusade; /b/ isn't about being a force for good. It's A FUCKING MESSAGE BOARD TO LAUGH AT PEOPLE DYING, BEING FAT, OR BEING SAD. IT'S FOR POSTING CP, HENTAI, PORN, AND FAPPABLE MATERIAL. IT'S A PLACE WHERE WE FUCKING GO TO JUST HAVE A LAUGH AT STUFF WE SHOULDN'T LAUGH ABOUT IN PUBLIC. IT ISN'T "SERIOUS BUSINESS". IF SOME STUPID FUCK IS DUMB ENOUGH TO GIVE AWAY ALL THEIR MONEY TO A BLATANTLY FALSE CAUSE, MOTHER FUCKER LET THEM! QUIT WASTING YOUR TIME, MY TIME, AND ESPECIALLY MY 4CHAN FOR YOUR STUPID ASS LOST CAUSE. GO START YOUR OWN CHAN FOR YOUR SCI MEETINGS, AND GET THE FUCKING HELL OUT OF THIS IMAGEBOARD, THIS FUCKING LEISURELY FORUM YOU ARE TRYING TO TURN INTO A A MEETING POINT FOR YOUR WORTHLESS CAUSE. FUCK YOU!
>> Anonymous
>>58924127
>>58930353

Brix shat. Multiple times.
>> Anonymous
>>58952543
wrong thread
>> Anonymous
I'M SHITTING BRIX!!!

MOAR!!!
>> Anonymous
>>58922947
okay, that was pretty good.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=Jwj0gLriTnk

Bricks shat!
>> Anonymous
>>58953120

What's in that photo?
>> Anonymous
>>58926244
oh fuck, come on, scary stories to tell in the dark? Do something good goddamnit
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>58953600
what happende to this poor man? wtf is up with his skin? did it burn?
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
TL;DR
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>58922592

Get your ass over to /x/
>> Anonymous
>she wore the same dress the whole time, even when the girl grew out of it.

PIX PLZ
>> Anonymous
http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Creepypasta
Now shut up and kill yourself.
>> Anonymous
>>58931140
if the head wouldn't look like paper machè that much... i'd believed it...
>> Anonymous
>>58922592

Come on! More stories.. I believe in ghosts but i have never encountered one myself.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
seriously..

http://youtube.com/watch?v=gWqI0U3pBdA

never ceases to force /b/rix out my ass.
BE WARNED.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>58940109
You better grow eyes in the back of your head, you horned piece of shit, because I'm not gonna sleep until worms are crawling up your foam-rubber ass! I'm goin' on safari motherfucker! SAH-FAR-I!
>> Anonymous
>>58955049
way way WAYYYY scarier!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deoJUBW9CI8
>> Anonymous
>>58929905
>“That’s the same ax that slayed me!”
>Is he right?

If you take that the whole is just the sum of the parts, no. But if you attach something MORE to that axe, a personality, then yes. Like a person. In our lives our cells, all of them, will die and be replaced, but the definition of us doesn't change because we attach a 'self' to humans that makes their whole greater than just the sum of their parts.
>> Anonymous
>>58955711
Dude
He got shot
He was allready dead
>> Anonymous
>>58931140
>Item#: SCP-173
>SCP-173
>SCP
>CP

I see wut you did ther
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
DAMN YOU TO HELL!
i /b/raxed everywhere D:
>> Anonymous
>>58956196

ARGH, BRIX

Damn my not noticing it was a GIF...
>> Anonymous
>>58956196

God damn it, forgot to check the file type. You got me, Anon, you got me.
>> Anonymous
>>58950310

Pic made me shat bricks.
>> Anonymous
>>58956196
gg anon gg
>> Anonymous
>>58956196
christ why is that stupid face keep interrupting my reading.

also, mediocre story.
>> Anonymous
>>58948963
lol win
>>58946261
what? no! Get it out!
>> Anonymous
tl;dr
>> Anonymous
moar
>> Anonymous
>>58956196
>>58956196
>>58956196
FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!
>> Anonymous
The guy...That lives next to you...Is a nigger! OoooooOOOOooOOOOooOOOooooOOOOOOoooooOOOooOOOOOo!
>> Anonymous
dammit /b/ please provide a readable screenshot the people around me are starting to stare at my jumping
>> Anonymous
dammit /b/ please provide a readable screenshot the people around me are starting to stare at my jumping