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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
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oh god yes creep pasta! keep it coming!
>> Anonymous
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All right stop collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop yo I don't know
Turn off the lights and I'll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
You better hit bull's eye the kid don't play
If there was a problem yo I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
>> Anonymous
fail
>> Anonymous
MOAR
>> Anonymous
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Alright, so there was, like, this guy, right? And he was like, looking at this bus accident. And he was like, "Whoah man, what's up with that bus accident?" But they couldn't hear him, cuz he was, like, a ghost.

Far out.
>> Anonymous
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HI, I’M GEORGE ZIMMER, FOUNDER AND CEO OF THE MEN’S WEARHOUSE. YOUR MOTHER MAY HAVE BEEN BLESSED MORE TIMES BY THE SACRED WHITE RIVER OF MY PELVIC PALADIN, BUT THAT IS NO REASON TO GIVE ME THE GREEN EYE OF JEALOUSY, MY COCK-LOVING CAVALIER. BETWEEN US, TONIGHT WILL BE RELIGIOUS RAPTURE, FOR YOUR ANAL CLEFT SHALL BE MY GREAT SEA, AND I SHALL BE ITS MOSES, CLEAVING ITS MIGHTY CHOCOLATE OCEAN TO MAKE WAY FOR THE SAFE PASSAGE OF MY TESTICULAR TRIBE, HAVING BEEN GRANTED MEPHITIC FREEDOM FROM THE TYRANNY OF ENSLAVEMENT BEHIND A LOCKED PROSTATE. TO DO THIS, I WILL READY MY LONGINUS TO PIERCE YOUR BACKSIDE’S SACRED DOMAIN — YOU WILL SCREAM FIRST IN PAIN, THEN IN PASSION AS ITS STEEL-LADEN GIRTH STRETCHES AND RIPS THE FABRIC OF YOUR MORTAL INNARDS, DISIMBUING YOU OF YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS, LEADING YOU TO A HEAVEN, THEN REVIVING YOUR FEELING OF PHYSICAL REALITY LIKE A ONCE-CRUCIFIED CHRIST RETURNING TO EARTH. I GUARANTEE IT.
>> Anonymous
>>59052175

LOLS
>> Anonymous
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want the children watching too much bad stuff). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the clown statue in their bedroom with a blanket or cloth, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have an clown statue."
>> Anonymous
MOAR
>> Anonymous
plz
>> 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 holmes, 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 holmes, 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
God.. Creepy thread is creepy. D:
>> Anonymous
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A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, MA, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares. Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed. In other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your "dreams?" They're real.
>> Anonymous
>We do not have an clown statue
>have an clown statue
>an clown

AN CLOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>59053673
>We do not have an clown statue."
>have an clown statue."
>an clown statue."
>an clown

l2gramrar
>> Anonymous
i need moar
>> Anonymous
>>59054585
>>59054572
hivemind
>> Anonymous
>>59054572
>>59054585
an hivemind
>> 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
If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice at the time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freeze as well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the static returns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you will regain control of your body. You must never watch that television again. It will only play static, even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these same events will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happens is unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumoured that if one continues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looks away, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to be your station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as all sound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you see yourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of your disappearance.
>> Anonymous
It seems that creepy thread has failed.
>> Anonymous
hi every1 im new!!!!!!! *holds up spork* my name is katy but u can
call me t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m!!!!!!!! lol...as u can see im very random!!!!
thats why i came here, 2 meet random ppl like me ^_^... im 13 years old
(im mature 4 my age tho!!) i like 2 watch invader zim w/ my girlfreind
(im bi if u dont like it deal w/it) its our favorite tv show!!! bcuz its
SOOOO random!!!! shes random 2 of course but i want 2 meet more random
ppl =) like they say the more the merrier!!!! lol...neways i hope 2 make
alot of freinds here so give me lots of commentses!!!!

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>> Anonymous
>>59055108
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
>> Anonymous
>>59055108

I SHAT A BRICK WALL.
>> Anonymous
>>59055108
We don't appreciate your kind here, newfag.
>> Anonymous
>>59055108

I PISSED MY PANTS
>> Anonymous
>>59055108

That's not funny 4chan died that way.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>59055108
Reading this made me die a little inside.
>> Anonymous
>>59055108
>>59055139
>>59055204
>>59055264

same faggot
>> 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, all he saw was red.

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
>>59055375
no i'm another faggot
>> Anonymous
>>59055443
Read it.. Peed a little... Next!
>> Anonymous
>>59055264

faggot.
>> Anonymous
>>59054572
an clown is now a meme
>> Anonymous
needs more an clown.
>> Anonymous
FUCK YES CREEPYPASTA
>> Anonymous
>>59055375

Brick wall was me, none of the other ones.

All aboard the failboat!
>> Anonymous
>>59055375
Nice guess. But different fag, fag.
>> Anonymous
In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a medic in the German army had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment was a bloodbath. Those who survived claimed to have heard, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic had made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never had he been this short on supplies. No matter. He would do his duty. He had always prided himself on his resourcefulness.

The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still 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, yet there had been 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, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that large patches of his skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was 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
>>59055330
I CAN NOT UNSEE IT
>> Anonymous
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 an clown. He couldn’t make anything out, all he saw was an clown.

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 sandwiches."
>> Anonymous
>>59055995
>>59055995
>>59055995

winwar.
>> Anonymous
>>59055705
Read this one too before.. It wasn't that creepy.

Moar!
>> Anonymous
>>59055995
holy shit thats scary.
>> Anonymous
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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
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 occurrence 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
Damn these are crazy..moar.
>> Anonymous
FINALLY A FUCKING CREEPY THREAD
>> Anonymous
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HELLO, /B/. I AM AN CLOWN.
>> Anonymous
>>59055264
ITT: newfags pretending to be oldfags by raging at everything
>> Anonymous
Legend has it that if you travel east to Japan, you will find an old man living on the coast just 40 miles south of Tokyo. If you give this man $500,000 he will take you to an island just off the coast that can't be found on any map. This island is filled with people without faces or names, who hold grudges over the most trivial of matters. When you arrive at this island the first thing you will see is a swimming pool that is never open. Just beyond the pool you will find a town that is filled with cats. You must find a white cat wearing a pink bow. If you ask the cat how to get to Mexico, he will stand up and ask you for three things: Your name, your face, and your soul. If you agree to give them to him, your face will vanish and you will forget your own name. You can live on the island and have whatever you desire, but you can never leave the island. The only way to escape is to find the cat again and ask for a young child. The next day a van will pull up in front your house. You will hear a knock at the door, and a voice will ask if you want to come to a party. No one knows what happens if you answer the door.
>> Anonymous
>>59055995
I don't get what is scary
>> Anonymous
moar creepy shit
>> Anonymous
The human brain is a very complex organ. More powerful than the most advanced computers. Occassionally able to heal amazing injuries and regain use after terrible accidents. We're all /b/tards. We're all pretty well read. We've all heard the stories.

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

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

Seriously, how silly.

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

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

And realize maybe the "simpler" parts of your brain are trying to warn you of what's on YOUR side of the door.
>> Anonymous
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HELLO, /b/. WE ARE CLOWNS.
>> 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
>>59056139

First original creepypasta I've read in months.
>> Anonymous
moar creepy, less fail
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>59057212
Then I guess you haven't read in months, because that creepypasta is old.
>> Anonymous
You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of an clown 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 an clown 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 it is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock.

There are no sandwiches in the snow. It's his reflection.
>> Anonymous
>>59055330
terrifying
>> 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
>>59053673

WHOO! that one always gets me!
>> Anonymous
I have now heard strange music from the forest twice while walking my dog. The first time was several months ago; it sounded like Moonlight Sonata, but happier. I eventually dismissed it as a combination of wind chimes and my overactive imagination.

This time, it sounded a bit like "Danny Boy" played on bells or something. I don't know what it could have been.

The music is beautiful, and only vaguely similar to the songs I compared it to. Both times, I felt a strong desire to discover the source of the music, and went rushing towards it. The dog was very reluctant to accompany me. The music stopped before I reached it.

What could this be, /b/? Some sort of trap? It didn't sound evil or dangerous at all, but I guess that a good trap wouldn't. What should I do if/when I hear it again?
>> Anonymous
I sing when I walk the dog. That is a horror story in of itself.
>> Anonymous
gb2/x/, creepyfags
>> Anonymous
Have you ever been taking a shower and felt like something was moving around behind the curtain? Especially if you were alone? Like as if something were watching you? Did you look up? Did you catch the very vaguest hint of eyebrows or a tuft of matted, greasy hair above the curtain rod?

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

Right.

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

Well,

it'll notice.
>> Anonymous
>>59057015
only one not from the last creepypasta thread a few weeks ago and it's fail. nice job, /b/.
>> Anonymous
>>59058514

oh shit that's a good 1
>> Anonymous
>>59058648
Oh crap. That was good.
>> Anonymous
You know that ringing sound that you will perceive when you are in a very quiet area? Some people say this is an auditory-illusion brought about the ear's inability to detect frequencies below the threshold of the human senses. This is completely wrong. That ringing covers up something else altogether. If you are quick, patient, and maybe a little lucky, you will be able to hear past the ringing. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice, you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are saying. You will hear things of the past, the present, and the future. However, you must be careful. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body.
And when you start noticing them, they will start noticing you.
>> Anonymous
xenomorphs arent pale with sunken eyes, wtf?
>> Anonymous
If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice at the time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freeze as well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the static returns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you will regain control of your body. You must never watch that television again. It will only play static, even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these same events will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happens is unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumoured that if one continues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looks away, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to be your station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as all sound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you see yourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of your disappearance.
>> Anonymous
>>59059263

neither is pyramid head
>> Anonymous
There’s always going to be something creepy about living in a house others have died in. Even if you don’t believe in the paranormal, there’s something about the whole idea that’s usually more than enough to make at least a few hairs on the back of your next stand up.
It was almost enough to make me reconsider purchasing the old house, but the fact the price had been slashed again and again left we with an offer simply too good to refuse. I disregarded my fear as the result of too many scary books and re-runs of ‘The Shining’ on late night TV. Now however, I recognize my denial as my first mistake. Fear is described as a survival mechanism for a reason; I know now that ignoring it is one of the worst mistakes a person can make, regardless of how irrational the fear may seem.
The house was big. Not exactly a mansion, but a good two stories (although it looked much smaller from the outside. About a third of the first story was below ground. I’m still not entirely sure why, perhaps if just formed a stronger foundation, or was necessary to create such a large cellar. Regardless, this is irrelevant). The house was built from light cobblestone; It was definitely an older house. The roof was made of dark blue tile, and several vines had begun to wind their way up the front of the establishment. They might have just been over grown weeds, but it added to the building a kind of charm.
>> Anonymous
>>59059440
. A black iron fence had been erected around the yard; that would have to go. I should probably explain. The iron fence had been connected to one of the houses two deaths. About 17 months ago, one of the elderly residents had thrown himself from the second story window in the right wing, where the fence runs noticeably closer alongside the house. That in itself had crossed me as strange when I’d first heard it. As I mentioned earlier, the house isn’t as tall as a normal two story house. It doesn’t seem like the kind of height someone would throw themselves from if they wanted to end their life. Regardless of whether the height would or wouldn’t have killed him, the old man had become impaled on the black iron fence, and that had done the trick. Either the old man was aiming for the fence, or he had faith that the relatively short drop would be enough for his age worn bones. The former seemed extremely gruesome for a suicide, while the later seemed foolish.
>> Anonymous
>>59059514
This first death had set into motion a series of events which directly lead to the next. The old man’s wife, according to the police report, returned home from some simple grocery shopping, found her husband impaled and tried to pull him down. After failing (and bloodying her hands in the process) she retreated inside where, in her grief, she had taken her own life. She had gone into the walk in pantry, and hung herself with a length of super strength fishing line. The scene had been gruesome; the blood of her husband had been smeared on the walls as she flailed and suffocated; the jump from one of the shelves having failed to break her neck and make it quick. Furthermore, the lady had torn at the wire with her fingers as she flailed, tearing up her hands and neck as the wire failed to come loose.
Still. A bargain is a bargain. I didn’t regret it in the slightest until my third night sleeping there.
>> Anonymous
>>59059588
At about 3AM I awoke. Something had whispered to me. There was no doubt in my head; this wasn’t a trick of the mind. Something had whispered to me in a rasp, tortured whimper, and it had been enough to awake me instantly without the usual drowsiness. I would say the whisper chilled my spine, but that would do how I felt no justice. I was petrified. The tortured whimper had sounded elderly, and instantaneously it bought to mind images of the old man who used to inhabit the house. After a moment I began to wonder where those images had come from; I’d never seen any photos of the deaths, nor had I any desire to. Then I realized I must have dreamed them. My mind had thrown together a spooky concoction of all the descriptive language I was offered by the salesman. Regardless of whether the images were real or not; the whisper was. With its message fresh in my mind, and ringing in my ears, I began to head upstairs to the attic. I don’t know what compelled me to do so at that exact time of night, but I had to. The voice needed me. It had said so.

‘Please. Help me. He’s coming back.’
>> Anonymous
>>59059664
I studied the attic from its entrance at the top of the stairs. So this was the room in which the first elderly resident had taken his life; the hair on the back of my neck danced in what seemed like a freak cold breeze. What was I even doing here; this was crazy? But I had heard that whisper. There was something here I had to see, someone I had to help. My concentration was broken by a noticeable slam downstairs. Instinctively I threw myself behind some abandoned furniture from the previous tenants; an old couch caked in dust. I could hear heavy footsteps, pounding away at the floorboards. Someone was moving with speed, and they were headed up the stairs. I reached out behind me for anything to make me feel less vulnerable. I settled for an old copper bed lamp. Not exactly a gun, but it would have to do. I braced myself, back to the couch and tried to control my breathing. I peered around the corner. An old man had reached the top of the staircase, he was flustered and sweat beaded down his temple. I was about to try and jump the elderly intruder. He seemed old enough to be over powered without much risk, despite his valiant effort at the scaling stairs. Something stopped me, however. That voice; a whimper, an elderly woman. Crying.
‘No. You need to see. You need to see what happened. You need to know. Oh god, he’s coming back.’
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
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
>>59059716
I had entirely taken my focus away from the old man, those tortured words still haunt me to this day. I couldn’t describe them. The despair in her voice, like she already knew she was dead. My trance was broken by a cry of despair from the old man. He had seen something at the bottom of the staircase. Only now I noticed his shirt was ripped across the front, he may even have been bleeding.
Oh god, I realized. He’s running from something.
The old man back further way from the stairs, his back facing the large window from which Id been told one of the previous tenants had leapt from. Suddenly I knew how it was all going to unfold. Nothing I could do here was going to make a difference, it had all already happened. The most I could do was watch. Learn. I needed to see what really happened.
Another figure emerged from the staircase; clad in a heavy raincoat, bright yellow with a shiny plastic finish. Wearing gumboots, and with his face covered by the raincoats hood. Only now did I realize it was raining outside. The old man’s eyes widened in terror as he saw the intimidating figure approach. The new intruder didn’t hold any noticeable weapon, but I noticed red handprints smeared across the front of his raincoat, confirming my previous assumption that the old man had been wounded. The old man began to grovel.
>> Anonymous
>>59059797
‘No, please, who are you? What are you doing here? Please, just go, why would you do this!?’
The figure in the raincoat kept advancing, and the old man realized there was no reasoning with him. As a last resort, he turned to face the window and charged forward as fast as he could. The window shattered and the old man when flying. I didn’t bother checking on him. I knew of this story had ended. Or at least this chapter. After walking up to the shattered window, the raincoat killer, as I so creatively dubbed him, seemed to fade out of existence. The window appeared to be un broken, and there was no sign that anyone but myself had set foot upstairs. I stood in silence for a moment; contemplating what I’d seen, as well as my next course of action. The only logical step, if logic still had a part to play in all of this, was to check the pantry. I began to descend to stairs and froze stiff. Down the bottom of the stairs was the figure in the raincoat, staring at me.
>> Anonymous
FUCK YES CREEPYPASTA

OOOOOH I NEEDS IT
>> Anonymous
>>59059865
My heart was racing a thousand beats a minutes. I braced for what seemed like the inevitable; for the intruder to throw himself up the stairs in pursuit of me. But he didn’t. He slowly looked away from me and began advancing towards the kitchen. It was then I realized it must be some kind of illusion, just as before. I was being shown something. It seemed I no longer had a choice in the matter; slowly I followed him into the kitchen. I could hear crying again. Was it? Yes. Definitely. Whoever was crying was definitely the voice I had heard earlier. It was coming from the pantry. The next page of the story unfolded in my brain. The old lady hadn’t killed herself in the pantry; she was hiding. She heard her husband murdered and cowered for her life. A chilling scream pierced the air as the pantry door was opened by the raincoat clad killer. I noticed a length of fishing wire in his right hand. I turned away. I didn’t have to see what was happening to know how it was all unfolding.
The murderer had chased the old man upstairs. He had made a leap of faith to try and save his life, and had impaled himself on the iron gate outside. Hearing the commotion, his wife had hid in the pantry, where after hearing her whimpering, the killer had turned his attention. He had strung her up with the fishing line. She had fought back, smearing her handprints on the walls, and trying in vain to pull the wire from her neck. There were no suicides here at all. They were all brutal murders.
>> 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
>>59059937
I turned back in time to see the pantry door closing, and the raincoat man fade from existence. I had no idea what to do no. I felt sick in my stomach, I thought I was going to lose my dinner. I did. I stood retching in the corner of the kitchen, when I started to hear a laugh. It was coming from the pantry. Someone was laughing at me from the pantry. I advanced slowly, and opened the door. The old lady was still in there, hung from the fishing line; but for some reason, smiling. Again, she started a hearty chuckle, which got louder and louder. It seemed almost too deep for her. I was about to reach for a kitchen knife that sat on the bench beside me, but stopped. This was another vision. There was something I had to see. I swallowed my fear and spoke up to the lady.
‘What is it? What do you want me to see? Do you have a vision for me?’.
The old lady laughed again. He reply chilled me to the bone.
‘No. No more visions. I warned you he was coming back.’
Like every vision before, the mess in the pantry just seemed to evaporate. I took a moment to collect my thoughts. ‘No more visions? So it’s over. They must want me to report what happened to the police to open a new investigation. But when did the murderer come back?’
Then as quietly, but as surely as the whispers earlier in the night, the front door clicked open.

--FIN-- There you are /b.
Some original content.
>> Anonymous
booooooooooooooooooooo
>> Anonymous
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of childlike fear come over the worker's 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 himself echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

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

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

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

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

That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
>> Anonymous
AN CLOWN
>> Anonymous
>>59060318
those all have the same opening, its stupid.
>> Anonymous
>>59059178
Actually that noise we hear is the remaining vibrations resonating in space from the big bang.
>> Anonymous
applause... well done sir. ty
>> Anonymous
>>59060318
Fuck that's almost as creepy as imagining the fattest person alive trying to have sex
>> Anonymous
>>59060057
Fuck yeah! Original content!
>> Anonymous
>>59060677
Thank you good sirs, too kind. Im sure I'll write more next time one of these threads pops up.
>> Anonymous
>>59060057
oh my god.
i love you and hate you for the same time.
the best creepy story ive read in awhile.
but now im scared shitless.
>> Anonymous
>>59057015
circles of lao-tzu?
>> Anonymous
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls them self "The Holder of thePENIS". Should a benign smirk float across the worker's face, you will then be taken to the deepest basement in the building. All you will hear as you walk up the poorly lit hallway is the sound of someone fapping.

Should the fapping cease at any time, stop and quickly shout "don't mind me, I didn't see anything." If silence continues, the lights will flicker out. At this point you must turn around and run as fast as you can up the hall, up the flights of stairs, and out of the building. Do not stop for anything.

Should the fapping sound resume, continue up the hall. Upon reaching the end, you will find a heavy, rotting wooden door with ample vine-like foliage growing from it. Grasp the handle, and pull it open. Upon entering the room, you will see a young boyish specter, not more than about 13, huddled over himself in the corner. Upon seeing you, he will let out an ethereal scream. You must not react to this scream, or you will die at the hands of this child-spirit. You may ask him one question, and one question only. This question is, "What happens when they come together?"

Instead of verbally answering you, he will turn to face you, and gradually make his way toward you. You will suddenly find yourself pants-less. Upon reaching the point at which you stand, he will grasp and lift up both his and your cocks. Drawing you slowly toward him, he will position himself for a coming together of the testicular regions of the two of you.

If the balls touch, it's gay.
>> Anonymous
>>59059720
this scared the shit out of me. i want my mommy now. srsly fuck u anon
>> Anonymous
>>59054807

But Xenomorphs have black skin. And Pyramid head doesn't have teeth. And neither of them have eyes.

Who the fuck wrote this shit?
>> Anonymous
>>59061414
i came
>> Anonymous
>>59060677
Someone wrote two or three hundred of those before giving up - some are better than others
>> Anonymous
It is said there is an isolated structure deep in the swamps of Louisiana that can only be seen when the full moon of February is at it's apex in the sky and one is intoxicated on malt liquor. Meet these conditions and the lone swamp structure will seemingly find you and reveal itself to be a 24 hour bodega. Enter and approach the man behind the counter. Tell him you would like exactly three packs of menthol cigarettes and a watermelon. At this he will nod and show you into the back room. In this room he will share with you his bucket of kfc. Leave without paying and return home and fall asleep, in the morning you will wake up a nigger.
>> Anonymous
Look behind you. What do you see? Invariably, there will be a wall somewhere in your view. Now stare deeply into the space on the wall that lines up best with your eyes. Nothing will happen, but make sure you are clear on where this particular spot is. That spot contains all the negativity in your mind. Whenever you are on your computer, reading scary stories or whatever you do, sometimes you will get spooked. What do you do when this happens? You check behind you, thats what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will come over you. Check the spot. Nothing again, huh? Thats because right now, all the evil is locked safely in your mind. Some people, upon learning of this "negative spot" resolve to remove the spot in an attempt to remove the negative energy. This is a grave mistake. You must never let harm come to this spot. If you do, you will have released the energy. Now when you sit at your computer at night, you will feel chills even in the summer time. The feeling of dread that only presented itself when you were genuinely scared will now hang in the air constantly. Within a week you and your loved ones will have a string of bad luck. Within a month your computer will begin to act erratic and eventually break down. On the anniversiary of the spot's destruction, you will dream of your most horrible fears. The dream will seem to go on forever, and when you wake up you will notice your vision has darkened. Every year on the same day, the dream will repeat itself, and your vision will grow darker and darker. After you go totally blind, dont ever turn your back on that spot again. That is if you can still tell where it is.
>> Anonymous
>>59062311
OMG LOL!
>> Anonymous
>>59058507
I have a clear shower curtain.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
fuck I was about to go to sleep and then I had to click on this fucking thread. Thanks, /b/. Now I gotta fucking stay up all night. Bitches.


KEEP THIS SHIT COMING!!!!!


MOAR MOAR MOAR MOAR
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Most will simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickering candle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture. Ninety-nine out of a hundred times, these people are right.

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

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

This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist. Should you ever feel that queer chill in your back, try not to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of your eye. It might be better not to see.
>> Anonymous
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 a chilling 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 many details of the dream, only 'in 34 days,' that the response to her prayer was "Very well," and that it was extremely unpleasant.
>> Anonymous
When you woke up, you were in the a bizarre place. You didn't know if it was day or night, because the room you were in had no windows- and no doors. How did you get in here? How would you get out? The entire room was red. As your eyes focused on the walls, what you overanxious mind had mistaken for gore, blood and rotting flesh was actually nothing more than a thick coat of rust, layered in multiple strata like human skin. You turned around and saw a door. But where did it come from? You could have sworn, no, you knew with absolute certainty that it wasn't there just a moment ago. It doesn't matter, because the crying steals your attention instantly.
>> Anonymous
After her husband had woken in his chair and resumed his blank staring, he made his only apparent intelligent action within the last two weeks, by looking her in the eyes coldly and shaking his head. He resumed staring at the wall when she turned her eyes away.

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 crimson stretching across his sheets. The father continued staring off into space, the blood slowly staining his pants and shirt as he sat upon the bed.

The boy did not have to witness his father's death, and neither did his mother.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Hey guyz
>> Anonymous
anyone has that really scary drawn 5 panel pic of a girl comer closer each panel?
>> Anonymous
>>59062450
Does anyone really ever look behind them?
>> Anonymous
>>59062704

Better keep your feet off the ground.
>> Anonymous
>>59062838
>>59062900

I'm going to post this every day until you like it.
>> Anonymous
creepypasta is creepy
>> Anonymous
One time, I had consensual sex in the missionary position with my wife
>> Anonymous
anyone have that really scary drawn 5 panel pic of a girl comer closer each panel?
>> Anonymous
>>59062941

Anon Delivers
>>59054396
>> 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
>>59062864

Her dress is white and her skin is blue. Both show the tatters of age, abuse, and environmental wear. When you turned around, the door was gone. You couldn't remember how many days and nights you spent in the room after that. When you approached her and tried to make contact, you stood agape in horror of the tears streaming steadily from her hollow sockets. Despite all this, she only smiled at you.

But she never, ever stopped crying. You could only tread water for so long. You welcomed death, your release from the horrors of your constant companion. In your last moments of lucidity, you realized that the tears you were swallowing down, choking on, were a part of her. And no matter where you went, even in death, she would always be with you.
>> Anonymous
>>59063354
thank you anon
>> Anonymous
>>59063615

just freewrote this straight into the comment box. sorry if it sucks. felt like producing something original inspired by the guy above.
>> Anonymous
Go to any high traffic bathroom. It must be a high traffic bathroom; otherwise the room won’t have enough latent residual energy to carry out the task. A hotel bathroom room is perfect. Make sure its after 12pm, and make sure you have 2 clove cigarettes. The stronger the cigarette, the higher your success rate. Sit in the dark and begin smoking one of the cigarettes. Make sure there is a mirror present, and that you look at your reflection at all times. The burning cherry should provide just enough light for this. When you’ve smoked the cigarette within a 1/4 in of the filter, the room should be full of smoke. Your eyes will no doubt be watering, but don’t blink. Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror or your reflection whatever you do. To blink will make all you’ve done at this point for naught. You’ll begin to notice that your reflection will begin to fade into black. The reflection of the cherry from your cigarette will begin to separate into two red eyes. The smoke in the room will begin to condense, and before you even realize it’s happened, a shade will be sitting on the ledge of the sink. He’ll ask you for a cigarette, which is why you’re instructed to bring two. Give the shade a cigarette, which will light itself once he brings it to his withered lips. At this point, you can ask the shade any question you want, and he'll answer true. You can ask who shot JFK, who was Jack the Ripper. Anything you could possibly think of. Be sure to keep an eye on how much of the cigarette he’s smoked. When it gets to the point where it will only take a few more hits to kill it, the smoke from the other cigarette will begin to define more of his features, making him more material than etheral. At this point, stand up and snatch out his eyes in one sweeping motion.
>> Anonymous
>>59063602
epic
>> Anonymous
>>59063160
If you have noticed it was ONLY once
>> Anonymous
>>59063739
He should still be mostly smoke, so your hands should pass easily through his head. If you let him finish the cigarette he WILL attack you, almost surely taking your life in the process. The shade will begin screaming and cursing you and the hand holding his eyes will be burning intensely. DO NOT OPEN YOUR HAND! Even though the eyes are disembodied, they can see if they are out in the open. Run to the light switch and flip it on. This will banish the shades physical form and send him back into the ether. Leave the room and wait until 3:00 am to open your hand. The burning will be unbearable until then, but to do so will blow all the lights out in your house, allowing the shade to return and seek vengeance. You will have 4 burn marks on your palm when you open it. All cauterized of course, and mostly healed. From then on you can never be in a dark room with a mirror, because the shade will be able to track you through the burns in your hand. He'll have black hell dogs now, given his loss of sight, and they are far more terrible than the shade could ever be. The number of hell dogs depends on the strength of the shade you made contact with. After this, you’ll always be cold, no matter how warm it is, and you’ll be given the ability to perform minor miracles. Your dreams will always be nightmares, but in them, you will be granted a kind of third sight. You’ll never be able to see anything good, only the most horrific future events. And these events will only be known to you at a point where you can’t do anything to stop them. A small price to pay for absolute knowledge.
>> Anonymous
>>59063160
If you have noticed it was ONLY once
>> Anonymous
>>59055705

I see this every fucking creepy past thread...
170,000 people died in during the Battle of the Bulge, the medic had to use his own skin and blood? There wasn't one freshly killed body lying around?
>> Anonymous
>>59063847

Burn.
>> Anonymous
>>59063602
Hah, no way he had a quarter in his pocket. The smallest coin we have is for $100, and that's barely anything. Long time since I heard of a quarter. My grandfather gave me a few of those.
>> Anonymous
>>59064089
the hell is wrong with you?
>> Anonymous
>>59064195
Nothing is wrong with me. I'm from the future, Science damn it.
>> Anonymous
>>59063615

>you missed the boat
>> Anonymous
>>59064367
you are insane
>> 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
God dammit /b/

Now I'm going to sleep with all my light on
>> Anonymous
you are fucking your fleshlight and you tear a whole in it just as you cum. your mother walks in and through this whole your jizz hits her
>> Anonymous
How many days have you been in this room?

I know you think to yourself at some point last night you went to sleep, and then woke up, to do the things that you normally do on such a weekday.

That's because you don't remember his hands. The rough, calloused hands with the long fingers, rubbing up and down your body. You don't remember the unforgiving straps that held your head in place. Your eyes, open, but blurred could only see a crumpled girl in the corner, crying. As she cried, she pointed right at your face and covered her mouth. You could feel cold metal in your ears - but you don't remember.
>> Anonymous
THAT FUCKING CHEETOS COMMERCIAL WITH THE SNORING GUY ON THE PLANE AND CHESTER CHEETAH SINGING "ROCKABY BABY" WITH LIGHTNING IN THE BACKGROUND STARTED PLAYING ON MY TV AS I WAS READING THIS THREAD

FUCK WHY THE FUCK WOULD THEY MAKE A CREEPY CHEETOS COMMERCIAL JESUS CHRIST
>> Anonymous
>>59064444
You're in the wrong place
>> Anonymous
>>59064642

And then you started to see things. Not terrible things. Normal things. Your friends, your job, your school. The boring, everday things locked away in your head, taken for granted because they are so mundane. You're not the first.

YOU NEVER WOKE UP

YOU NEVER WOKE UP
>> Anonymous
>>59064509
i dont get it
>> Anonymous
>>59064606
Scariest post in this thread.
>> 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, holding a trash bag.
“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
>>59063926
You sick fuck!
>> Anonymous
>>59064737

I lol'd. Those commercials are awesome.
>> Anonymous
>>59063926
The medic was on PCP you noob. I forgot to add that.
>> Anonymous
>>59054658
>>59054724
Double hivemind.
>> Anonymous
I highly recommend you listen to the Cocteau Twins "Lullabies EP" while reading this thread. I did, and now never want to sleep again, ever.
>> Anonymous
>>59065139

Also, he was a vampire.
>> Anonymous
>>59065353

Thank god I wasn't the only one who noticed.
>> Anonymous
>>59054807

Original D&D Players
>> Anonymous
>>59065413
Specifically the epic track "It's All But An Ark Lark"
>> Anonymous
>>59065413
i shut the lights off in here and when i red the one about the dog, my dog woke up and started barking
>> Anonymous
"an clown" should have been "an angel" because that one is creepier (in the context). clowns are gay.
>> Anonymous
Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read everything the store had to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had anything the boy had never checked out. The owner said why, yes, i do, and pulled out an old, mysterious-looking book called "Death". The cover was covered in faded runes, and the book seemed to chill the very air surrounding it. He gladly sold it to the boy at a discounted price of $50. However, he warned the boy never to read the front page. Well, the boy returned to his house and read the book, and he was content. However, he always wondered what could be on that front page... it haunted him, and was always in the back of his mind. One day, the temptation was too much for the boy, and he flipped to the very front of the book, and dropped the book in HORROR. There, in bold print, was the MSRP: $7.99.
>> Anonymous
>>59065675
lol its an jew tale
>> Anonymous
>>59060057

HOLY FUCK THANK YOU.
>> Anonymous
>>59064813
seconded
>> Anonymous
>>59064767

original content?
again?
NO WAI
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
The next time you're alone in your room, turn down the lights. Think of something on your body that varies in length, such as hair. It must be clearly viewable from your perspective. Grab a ruler and, looking in the mirror, quickly grab a hair at random; you must confuse it. Hold it in position as best you can and note the length. Look down. Yours will be different.

Don't look back up.

Don't turn your back to that mirror ever again.
>> Anonymous
>>59054396
>>59056139
>>59057933
>>59059720
>>59060665
>>59061414
>>59064930
>>59065413
>>59065527
is this thread me and 3 other people scaring each other?
>> Anonymous
The shitty thing here is:
The power is out at my house. I'm using a generator to power my modem and laptop. A generator I'm going to have to turn off at some point. I'm completely alone in my house and after this the place will be pitch black.

And yet I still keep hitting f5
>> Anonymous
>>59066220
lol good luck sleeping tonight
>> Anonymous
>>59066220

I lol'd
>> Anonymous
>>59066386
me 2
>> Anonymous
>>59066377
>>59066386
Dicks.
>> Anonymous
>>59066493
everywhere
>> Anonymous
>>59066482
Yeah, you 2
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes past three on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess the courage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present. At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold you hand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But you must not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Instead you must reach out, into that impenetrable darkness.

And it will reach out to you.

An unseen hand will grasp yours. You must not flinch away, nor tighten your grasp. To do so will only slough away more of the decrepit flesh that covers it, and anger its unseen owner. Remain perfectly still, as the withered fingers move over your palm, tracing unknown patterns. Do not move an inch as it crawls slowly up your arm. And most of all, do not even breathe as it caresses your face, touching what cannot be seen.

Should you remain still through this, the hand will be withdrawn and a voice will speak, so close you can feel its breath on your face, smell the scent of decay it carries. It will ask you for one simple piece of information: your name. Answer truthfully. Answer truthfully, and the presence will retreat, leaving only a whisper in the air as the darkness lifts. "It is done."

From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysterious power. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year, perhaps two, you will feel your skin begin to decay, and smell the sweet smell of death upon your breath...
>> Anonymous
Wait...isn't this thread supposed to be in /x/?
>> Anonymous
>>59054807
It's called the fear of that of which is unknown.
>> Anonymous
Also my god damn cat won't stop jumping on me and biting my face. Something which will no doubt suck. Still, moar, because I'm just bored like that.
>> Anonymous
>>59066597
i almost did that.
i know a couple people who actually did.
they say they just felt a tingle, nothing more.
>> Anonymous
>>59066725
yeah but /b/ is more popular
>> Anonymous
oh lawds i need this creepypasta
>> Anonymous
Any moar?
>> Anonymous
This one hasn't been posted yet? OH SHI-

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
>>59064606
i lol'd
>> Anonymous
moar plox
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59067245
That wasn't creepy, it was just silly.
>> Anonymous
The following story is not terriby creepy when considered in the context of most horror stories: as a means to provide entertainment via works of fiction. However, the freaky part of the story is how true it really is. The sister of my friend James, Caitlin, was a photography student who lived in Maine. I knew her pretty well, as I was close friends with James and would frequent their house. Caitlin, two years ago, went out on a camping trip out in Canada to take wildlife pictures. She drove out with her tent and food and supplies already in her backpack and went off Northwest. She found a very small town in Ontario and parked the car there, and got out and started hiking.

She walked away from the town for the entire day. She walked about 40 miles into the wilderness, where there were no signs of man. There were no roads, no paths, no cans, no signs, no markers, no nothing, only 10 miles in. The last 30 were completely void of all humanity. She found a relatively comfortable patch of grass and set up her tent, and stayed there for 3 nights, taking pictures of the woods and the woodland creatures. After those three days she returned to the small town, got in her car and drove back to her house in Maine.

When she developed her pictures, she found very odd pictures. There were of course many that she had taken, but on every roll of film (she took about 10 rolls) there were about three or four pictures of her, sleeping. They were taken at different angles, with her in different positions, just sleeping. There was no one who lived out there. If someone cared enough to follow her, it would have been a lot of work. We don't know who took those pictures, and never will. After that trip, Caitlin has been slightly messed up. She's been in the Psychiatric Ward twice in the past two years and is on anti-psychotics. I have seen the pictures though, she is not making those up. (Side note James and I have grown apart too, I rarely see him anymore.)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Easter Woman came today and took away my wife.
Took her through an open doorway,
to the afterlife.
>> Anonymous
"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
>> Anonymous
If you stand alone at the corner of Church St. and Market St. in Charleston, South Carolina at 3 AM, you see a man coming down Church St. wearing a black hat and black cape with stringy white hair and weathered skin. He'll stop at one of the two corners directly across from where you are standing and start to walk the corner directly opposite from where he is standing. When he reaches about halfway (dead center of the intersection) and nobody else has arrived, he'll stop, turn, and look directly at you.

If you do not blink for roughly 20-30 seconds he'll tip his hat to you and walk along his way, disappearing into the dark shadows of the trees that line the streets. Nobody knows what happens if you follow him.

If you do blink before he tips his hat, the very first thing you will see is the man standing directly in front of you. He'll grin maliciously at you and draw a blade hidden in the shaft of the cane and slash you across your throat, but you will not feel a thing. You will, however, pass out and remain in a comatose state until the sun rises over the horizon.

For the next six nights, you will have a recurring dream of the man walking down the street, appearing suddenly before you, and slashing your throat. On the seventh night, the events will replay the same up until he stops in the middle of the intersection. At this point, he'll say, "It's been fun playing with you, boy, but now it's time for you to go. Don't ever let me see you again." He'll then tip his hat and walk away before you wake up.

Nobody knows what happens if you visit the corner a second time
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
One day 4chan will go down. It will never come back.
>> Anonymous
"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's make-up sat up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. An clown behind you begin to shift.
>> Anonymous
It's early morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow.
Hours pass. The sun rises.

The phone is ringing.

When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning.
You slide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as you stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice.

Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six new messages. Message one. The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next.

Screaming.

You spin around, thinking that she's standing right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. You stand there, horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh.

The phone beeps again. You're shaking.

Message two.
>> Anonymous
>>59067604
>>59067807

hivemind
>> Anonymous
Anyone here who has been in the Boy Scouts has their own share of original creepy content. It just needs to be told.
For me, The pale red light that patrolled the beach at camp Parsons every few nights aged me a couple years early. It made it hard to get from the meeting hall to the campsites during the night, since you had to either walk along the beach or through the forest road to get there. The forest had its own light, a yellow one. The road was too narrow to walk around it. If you got near it, it would approach you, just a soft light at first, but eventually grow more defined. At about 100 feet, it would be about the height of a boy, but with no real defining features. No one went with the road after dark if the light was out, so the only other option was to go over the beach, if you didn't want to stumble through the woods all night.
The light was out on the beach, and I was too freaked out to walk past it, so I started wading in the water. I waded past it and it followed me along the shore, but never entered the water. It was about 15 feet from where I was to the lapping shore, with the light tracking my movement. As I got to where I needed to cut up the beach to the road, I sloshed along faster. It tried to keep up, but I managed to move past it. I ran all the way back, looking back to see it resuming its path along the beach.

I never felt anything evil or hateful from it. I did feel an fleeting sense of dread as I walked through the surf though. Not from the light, but from the water.
>> Anonymous
Fuck you, /b/. I'm already having an insomnia-filled night. I don't need this fucking delicious creepypasta to make it worse. FUCK YOU /b/ you fucking doubleniggers.
>> Anonymous
>>59067465
I know a girl named Caitlin. I would fuck her brains out her ears.
>> Anonymous
The blowfly (calliphora vomitoria) is attracted to the odor of decaying meat, garbage, or other non-living organic matter. Blowflies can lay hundreds of eggs, which hatch into larvae in only six hours and begin to feed. Thousands of maggots will typically feed together in a 'maggot mass', exuding a thick, slimy, yellow fluid of digestive enzymes and bacteria. Within four to six days, the maggots molt several times and can grow up to 12-15mm, especially in a warm, humid environment....

I've thought about what it must be like, fantasizing about it over and over again for such a long time. And now I'm so ready. I can't wait much longer. I must go through with it. I must offer myself to them. And I know just how I'm going to do it.

I know where to go to find them. There is a restaurant near where I live that is closed on Sundays. The dumpster behind the restaurant is surrounded by a fence to hide it from customers, but the fence also makes it really secluded. That dumpster always seems to be swarming with flies and it always stinks. On a warm Sunday, soon I hope, I will overcome my disgust and climb into that dumpster. It will be our first date, sort of. I know there will already be sickening things rotting in there, attracting the flies, but I won't leave anything to chance. A nauseating mixture of raw ground beef and my own shit that I'll bring along in a plastic bag should be irresistable to them, and once I have removed my pants and made myself comfortable inside the dumpster, I'll spread my shitty meat mixture out in a layer on top of something flat so lots of flies can land and lay their eggs all at once. And I'll sit and watch them do taht for a long while. Maybe I'll use a fingerful of the gross mixture on my pussy lips while I masturbate, hoping the flies will notice me and visit there, too. I usually hate when flies land on me, but this is different. A little heavy petting on the first date, why not?
>> Anonymous
>>59067802

OH SHI-
>> Anonymous
When the time is right, I'll spread my legs wide and give myself completely to them. I will gather the shitty meat and begin to push it all inside me, inside myVAGINA. What a great cum that will be, I know it. I will fill myself with as much as I can possibly hold, maybe all of it. I want them to have lots of food when they hatch inside me, my tiny repulsive spawn. And then, having gone all the way on our first date, and taken the seed of the blowflies into my body, I will go back home to wait.

I may contract an infection. I probably will. But I've had bad infections before. I will not let that stop me. Nothing will stop me. I must wait for the thousands of disgusting maggots to grow and writhe within me. I want to feel them squirming inside myVAGINA, driving me mad. Defiling me. Polluting me. Driving me to orgasm, over and over. Corrupting me. Infesting me...
>> Anonymous
In February of 1959, an event now known as the Dyatlov Pass incident occurred. Nine experience Russian outdoorsman, led by Igor Dyatlov, decided to hike into the Ural mountains for a weekend trip. During their first day of hiking, they are forced to veer somewhat off course due to inclement weather. Deciding to wait it out, they find a relatively pleasant spot to setup camp. Everyone was in good spirits. One of the hikers even took photographs (http://infodjatlov.narod.ru/fg4/index.htm)

In the middle of the night something happened. Over the course of several months, the bodies of all nine hikers were found. Forensic evidence describes a scene of incredible panic. Everyone at the camp immediately cuts open their tents and races separately into the subzero climate without bothering to dress. Many were found in their underwear and several didn't even have boots on. Five members of the party succumbed to hypothermia; they were found approximately a kilometer away from the other four. Of these hikers, two were found to have sustained massive chest trauma and one was found with his skull completely crushed. However, no external injuries were present. One hiker was completely missing her tongue. Analysis of their clothing revealed high levels of radiation. At the funeral, family members describe the bodies as having an unnatural orange-brown tinge to them.

Other trekkers in the area reported seeing glowing spheres in the direction of the Dyatlov's camp on the night of the incident.
>> Anonymous
A young couple has just been married at a large family wedding. The reception is held at the bride's grandmother's house. After they have had dinner and cake and such they all decide to play hide and go seek, which has been a tradition in the bride's family for quite some time. The bride, knowing the house, decides to hide in the attic in a large chest, but when she climbs in she slips and the lid to it comes crashing down. It knocks her out and she is now locked, unconcious, in the chest.

Meanwhile the rest of the family is searching for her and is starting to get worried. After hours of calling for her and searching the house they call the police, who are also unable to find the missing bride. The bride eventually wakes up but is unable to get out so starves to death.

Years later the bride's younger sister is married and when she turns to hide in the very same chest she is horrified to find her sister's remains rotted away in her wedding dress, now covered in blood from her frantically trying to claw her way out.
>> Anonymous
9-16-2004:

This afternoon, after chatting for a while online with a friend, I bought a pound of ground beef from Jewel, unwrapped it, and put in a plastic garbage bag. I left the bag inside my 'favorite' dumpster behind the restaurant and made sure that it wasn't closed up. I don't want the meat to dry up, but I don't want to keep the flies from getting to it either. I tried this last weekend and it worked, so I'm trying to do it exactly the same way. There were some flies buzzing around the dumpster, so that's encouraging.

I was originally going to put the meat inside me as soon as I thought the flies had laid their eggs, but I've been kind of worried about getting an infection, I mean getting really sick, even before anything happens. So now I'm going to wait until I can see my repulsive little lovers before I go any farther.

Yeah, as if I have the guts to actually go through with this...
>> Anonymous
9-17-2004

Checked the dumpster before I went to work today. I had to pull my garbage bag out from under one that came from the restaurant. I don't think it'll be a problem. The meat is getting pretty stinky already and the flies are still around. The restaurant people seem to prefer leaving the dumpster's lids open. I'm not sure, but that's probably good.

Last night I masturbated before I went to sleep, thinking about maggots. I really wonder if I'll be able to bring myself to touch them. Just seeing one near me has always made me want to gag. Even on tv.

I'll check the dumpster again tomorrow.
>> Anonymous
9-19-2004

It's 3:15 Sunday afternoon, and I'm leaving to go to the dumpster right now. I'm ready. I'm going to do it. I'm really going to go through with it. But I'm nervous, and I'm kind of scared, too. Anyway it's warm and really sunny today, just the way I think about it when I'm fantasizing.

So I'm all prepared now... I've got a pair of rubber gloves from under the sink rolled up in the pocket of my jeans. I'm going to see if I can get away with not touching the maggots at all. I also have on two pairs of panties, tight ones, with a bunch of panty liners (long ones) inside them. I'm hoping that'll keep everything in while I'm coming back home.
I did check the dumpster again yesterday and I looked inside the bag. The meat really stunk bad, and there were maggots. I mean a lot of them. But they were still really little. I hope they're bigger today.

I will not wimp out again. Today is the day.
>> Anonymous
>>59068150
erection'd
>> Anonymous
Goodnight /b/. Hopefully I will wake up in the morning.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
9-20-2004

This is the most horrible, totally disgusting thing I have ever done to myself. I can't believe this is happening. I can't even think straight right now. MyVAGINA, right now, is filled with rotting meat and hundreds of squirming, repulsive, disgusting maggots. I'm now completely fucking insane, I know it.

I've called off of work, and I'm lying naked in my bed right now. This is where I'm staying until it's all over. I've already peed in the bed twice, and I've barely slept. Just a few minutes at a time, I think. I've also puked on myself once and I can't even count how many times I've cum so far. Oh yeah, it feels like I'm stuck in this kind of continuous orgasm and I haven't even been touching myself. It's just the maggots moving inside my cunt. I can't describe the feeling. I can't believe this is happening.

My babies are in me now. My babies, my sick, repulsive little spawn. Inside me now. Just what I wanted so long. Just what I deserve.

Every now and then one of them starts slitherig up onto my tummy and I have to flick it back down between my legs.

>> Anonymous
>>59055264
Get the fuck out newfag
>>59055327
I lawl'd
>> Anonymous
Oh god. Maggot Vagoo isnt a creepypasta, its just gross.
>> Anonymous
>>59068684
You're in the wrong place

You statement should read, "I came"
>> Anonymous
In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed. She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane.She went to the police, who raided the address on the envelope, where they found heaps of human flesh for sale. And what was in the envelope?
A note saying "This is the last one I am sending you today."
>> Anonymous
>>59068684
>Oh god. Maggot Vagoo isnt a creepypasta, it's just awesome.
>> Anonymous
>>59068907
>Oh god. Maggot Vagoo isnt a creepypasta, it's just niggers.
>> Anonymous
>>59068726
oh, I did come the first time. but since then i've taken a break from 4chan and gotten slightly softer, and some guilt over what its provoked me to do in the past (and not just to myself).
>> Anonymous
DID ONE OF THEM GET BAD SERVICE FROM A FRENCHMAN? SORRY IF I'M SOILING THE STORY.
>> Anonymous
>>59068973
>Oh god. Nigger Vagoo isnt a creepypasta, it's just niggers.
>> Anonymous
>>59068973
>Oh god. Nigger Nigger isn't a nigger, it's just niggers.
>> Anonymous
>>59068973
>Oh god. Nigger Vagoo isnt a creepypasta, it's just niggers.
>> Anonymous
>>59069128
>>Oh god. Nigger Vagoo isnt a niggerpasta, it's just niggers.
>> Anonymous
I'm french

~FIN
>> Anonymous
VAGINA
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59069008
Time to lurk moar
>> Anonymous
>>59069174
>Oh Nigger. Maggot Nigger isnt a niggerpasta, it's just niggers.
>> Anonymous
>>59068973
Nigger nigger. Nigger Nigger nigger, nigger nigger niggers.
>> Anonymous
VAGINA
>> Anonymous
>TL;DR
>> Anonymous
It might happen one morning that you wake up home alone. This could be normal depending on your situation, but this morning will be different. While your environment will all seem exactly the same, you’ll notice that everything is quieter than normal. If you go outside, you will notice a distinct lack of anything like birds, insects… or people. As far as you travel, you will not encounter another sentient human being. The entire world will be intact, but empty except for yourself.

There are currently over 100,000 missing persons cases in the United States. Some are just normal cases of murder or kidnappings, but in others, the disappearance cannot be explained and no remains of the person are ever located.
>> Anonymous
VAGINA
>> Anonymous
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want the children watching too much bad stuff). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the cockmogler statue in their bedroom with a blanket or cloth, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have an cockmongler statue."

That night, the babysitter and the two children were found horribly cockmongled. The cockmongler was never found.
>> Anonymous
For the most part I slept through the night, but I kept waking up sweating, with myVAGINAthrobbing worse. I knew I was getting a bad infection from this, but I didn't care. I was not thinking right. I could also feel maggots crawling all over me. I guess I decided I liked that and I'd play with my clit until I came again. I don't know if I realized at the time that I wasn't wearing the rubber gloves anymore. I'd fall back to sleep and wake up again later with little phrases running through my head. Other girls have babies but I give birth to decay and filth, I'd keep thinking to myself. Or I'd say I'm probably ruining my womb and I don't care, I want to be ruined. I know I must have been hallucinating from the infection. I was hoping the maggots had given up on the rotten meat and were eating myVAGINAinstead. My fingers were buried inside myVAGINA, with my fingertips against part of the meat. Whenever I pressed on it, the maggots would squirm faster and I'd climax again. I could do it over and over and keep cumming.
>> Anonymous
You know how, every once in a while, you'll see a dark shape move out the corner of your eye? And then you look around the room, trying to find whatever moved? The reason you never find anything in the room is because it isn't in the room.

It's behind your eye.
>> Anonymous
My pussy was totally gaped wide open. I'd never seen it like that before. It reminded me of a mouth in a sick, gagging expression. My inner lips were swollen and dark purple, almost black, while my outer lips were cherry red and I was losing a layer of dead skin, like a sunburn. A stream of the light brown slime was oozing from inside myVAGINAand down my butt crack onto the shitty mattress. Although I could still feel a large mass of maggots and rotten meat inside me, there were maggots everywhere between my legs. Hundreds of them.

And then I saw my fingers on my pussy. They plunged deep into myVAGINAand dragged out a wad of slime and maggots, which I pressed hard against my clit. I remember having a huge orgasm right then, and I must have passed out. I think I was sobbing too, but I'm not sure
>> Anonymous
>>59053673
>>59054339
>>59054807
>>59054955

ENTIRE THREAD:
tl;dr
>>59055443
>>59061414
>>59065675
>>59062450
>>59068205
>>59051957
>> Anonymous
A few days later I had realized what had happened, what I had done to myself. My thick lips were still black and decayed, and even though I had removed the meat, it still felt like they were crawling around, withering and squirming inside of my womb.

I tried to continue my life, and returned to work the next day. But I was distracted from my co-workers and my desk job. Whenever I shifted in my seat, my panties rubbed up against my oozing clit, causing the skin to crack and drip puss when the fabric gave even the slightest touch. By the time the day ended, I had begun to develop stomach cramps, similar to the ulcer I got in college.

Driving quickly home, the pain became worse and worse as I began to race through traffic, trying to get home so I could get something to try and soothe my aches. Deep down though, I knew what was really causing this.

Suddenly, while changing lanes, the pain in my abdomen increased to an unbearable level. I closed my eyes and screamed in orgasm as my car clipped the side of a oncoming truck. The world whirled around me in a blur as my head span at a rate to rival the car's own out of control spinning.
>> Anonymous
>>59069177
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
I have to piss so damn bad, but I feel like if I open my door, that fucking little screaming girl in the five-part pic will be waiting right there...and then I'll piss myself and she'll do whatever it is that ghosts do to people like me. D:
>> Anonymous
>>59069733

Me too anon, me too.
>> Anonymous
just about to go to bed....saw the image...had to read....scared shitless
above it all i really want to become a serial killer after college. how does that make you feel /b/?
>> Anonymous
>>59069387
I always fantasize about this. I'd drive really fast, set off all kinds of firecrackers, drive cars into things, find guns and break shit, raid porn shops, watch every movie and read every book that interests me, do all kinds of drugs and eventually become an hero.
>> Anonymous
The car skidded to a stop on the side of the highway in more or less one piece, but I didn't care. My whole body began to burn in a mix of pleasure and agony as my body was wracked with spasms. Barely able to focus, I managed to stumble out of the car and sit by the side of the road. I simply sat there trying to regain my composure for what seemed like hours. As I began to grow dizzy and my eyes lose their focus, I noticed that someone had stopped by to try and help. A sudden burning sensation began to quickly move down myVAGINAand past my black swollen lips. The person beside me said something about my water breaking, but they quickly started screaming and backing away, looking in horror at the liquid.

Looking down, my eyes widened in shock at the mess before me. There on the ground was a mass of maggots, squirming in a mix of blood, cum and an acidic liquid that dissolved anything it came in contact with. Finally the feeling of shock, blood loss, and the trauma of what I had done caused me to black out, the world fading away into blissful, peaceful quiet.
>> Anonymous
This thread could use some moar creepy pics. C'mon Anon, we know they're out there. Deliver.
>> Anonymous
>>59069807
Turned on.
>> Anonymous
I picked the tape recorder up and continued the examination of the corpse in front of me, “Subject appears to be a woman in her teens, found unconscious when paramedics arrived on site. HereVAGINAl cavity has become blackened with decay, and large traces of rotten meat and maggots can be found inside. Subject appears to have had the meat and maggots inserted for some strange reason, and after removal of the meat the maggots began to eat her from the inside out.”

Peering inside the now wide open body, I spoke clearly into the microphone to report my findings. “Cause of death seems to of happened when the maggots ate their way out of the womb and into the lining of the stomach, causing her own digestive fluids to dissolve her, speeding death. This is Dr. Connor; time of death was 18:19 hours on May 17 2008. I will be reporting her death to her next of kin when she is ID’d.”

Hitting the stop button, I calmly put down the tape recorder and set it and my tools on the tray beside the examination table. Looking down at her still form, I sigh deeply.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Anon delivers
>> Anonymous
“She appears to be an attractive woman, but why would she be so lonely to do something like this…” I sigh, thinking deeply as I stare at her full lips. Leaning close to her, I whisper in her ear sweet nothings. She is beautiful… she could have any man… I could show her a better time than those lousy bugs.

Staring down at her as I reach for the light switch, and seeing her stare blankly back at me, I feel my heart race. I could always find her family tomorrow, tonight would be just for us.

*click*

-FIN-
>> Anonymous
>>59059980
Win
>> Anonymous
>>59070044
bravo.
>> Anonymous
There was a student named Artie in one of my college classes. About halfway through the semester, he stopped showing up. A few days later, the professor learned, and informed us, that Artie was in jail. It seems Artie had been involved in dealing drugs, and wanted to join a gang that ran in the area. His "initiation" was that he had to go down to the Wal-Mart, and ask the first person he came across to give him a dollar. If the person refused, Artie was supposed to strangle him to death. Well, it seems he really wanted to show off to the gang, so he approached two guys and asked each of them for a dollar. When they both refused, Artie (being the huge, crazy guy that he is) managed to strangle one, then the other to death.


The professor had found out about it from the paper. It read, "Artie chokes two for a dollar at Wal-Mart."
>> Anonymous
>>59059980
I shat bricks.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Anon delivers more scary images
>> Anonymous
>>59070176
Oh god I lol'd.
>> Anonymous
If you fap a million times, on the millionth fap a ghost comes out and says "congratulations on your millionth fap." If you're not using a fleshlight to immediately contain the ghost, it will possess you and you'll become a serial rapist.
>> Anonymous
>>59070044
fuck...
just fuck...
thats what /b/ is for, amirite? MOAR!!
>> Anonymous
>>59055108
its copypasta u faggots
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Anon delivers moar scary shit
>> Anonymous
>>59069733
...You mean ghost blowjob?
>> Anonymous
>>59054572

late, but:

become an clown
>> Anonymous
>>59059720
Is that Cockmongler's dead brother?
>> Anonymous
a friend recommended this to me a couple years ago

it's long, but worth checking out

especially in the middle of the night if you're alone

http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/
http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/
http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/
http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/
>> Anonymous
>>59070453
that happened to me
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
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
>>59070694
I thought that too actually. I hope so.
>> Anonymous
sigh. I'm gonna get called a troll for this post. but any time I see a creepy pasta thread I feel obliged to tell you guys about what happened to me a couple years ago. Since this happened I moved away from that apartment, to a different city. But I still look over my shoulder every so often, feeling like some... thing is watching me.

I was in bed, feeling chilled despite being under the covers. I heard something tap against glass. I looked out my window from my pillow, but saw nothing. I tried to sleep, lying there trying to ignore the earlier noise, but was bothered by the sound of something scratching against glass. I looked at my window again, and saw nothing. I felt really unnerved now, and heard the scratching noise again, this time a high pitched screech of something against glass. I was really freaked out, and hid yourself under my covers, trying to ignore it.
I woke up in the morning, feeling mostly refreshed. I had almost forgotten about the strange noise last night. I looked at my window with daylight now, and saw nothing unusual.
But in the mirror in my bathroom, the words "Hello Matt" were scratched into the surface.
>> Anonymous
>>59070958
bravo
>> Anonymous
>>59053673
>>We do not have an clown statue."

fucken lol
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
A zombie dog is fine tew
>> Anonymous
MOAR
>> Anonymous
>>59071075
and your name is david, right?
>> Anonymous
>>59068205
I liked that one

nigger maggot stuff is creepy, but not scary. why does she keep saying "oh maggots are gross" "i masturbated to maggots"?
>> Anonymous
>>59070571

I actually just went to piss and was deeply disappointed by the absence of horny ghost co-eds yearning for cock.
>> Anonymous
>>59071361
alright, i will contribute one that I wrote a while back:


I'm french
~FIN
>> Anonymous
Open your closet, don't turn on the light. Make sure you have one match with you. Step inside and close the door. If the lights are on outside of the closet this will not work. Nor will it work if it is daylight. The only room you need is enough for slight mobility.

Stand in the darkness for about two minutes, since that's all that's needed. Now, take the match and hold it in front of you and say, "Show me the light or leave me in darkness." If you begin hearing whispers light the match immediately. If you don't hear anything, and the match doesn't ignite on it's own then don't turn around. If you light the match too late or not at all after hearing whispers, something will grab you from behind and pull you into what seems like a forever fall into darkness.

If you do manage to light the match in time and nothing happens after, open the door slowly and get out, then close the door but do NOT look inside. From then on, never look inside your closet without the light on at all. Some say if you leave your closet open during the night you can see the demon watching you with two red eyes that glow like matches.
>> Anonymous
>>59071389
as far as you're concerned, I'm david.
whatever it was knew my real name.
>> Anonymous
wow during this scary shit, my phone vibrated on the desk and scared the shit out of me

dont worry guys, its low on battery. no one calls me.....
>> Anonymous
>>59071493
I'm not fucking sleeping tonight
>> Anonymous
The scariest thing that ever happened to me happened when I was 8 and had just convinced my

parents to make give my brother his own room. Now, the two important things to understand

before I tell this story are :
1)I was afraid of the dark, so I kept the hall light on all night and my door open
2)I could see the stairs that led to the main floor very clearly from my bed when the door was

open.

Now, as I was saying, I had just gotten my brother to sleep in a different room for the first

time ever, so I was a little scared. I had just woken up from a bad sleep and was a little

groggy, so I sat up and started counting (a trick of my dad's to fall back asleep). I look out

the door and see my mom going downstairs. Being 8, I decide to tell her I can't sleep, so I

call her. She doesn't answer and goes right down the stairs, so I follow her. She goes around

the corner at the bottom of the stairs (still not answering me) and, still following, I look.

She isn't there. All the lights downstairs are off. The whole main floor is, presumably,

empty. So I run to my parent's room to ask my dad what is going on, and there is my mum,

sleeping. I woke her up to ask why she went downstairs and she had no idea what I was talking

about.

I went back to my room, very scared and trying to fall back asleep, so I start counting. I

look out the door again, and see my mum coming back up the stairs, then she looks at me. I

just closed my eyes and couldn't open them for the rest of the night. It is still the most

unsettling thing I have ever gone through. I can't even write it without getting chills.
>> Anonymous
>>59056139
I FEKKEN LOL'D
>> Anonymous
In the middle of reading this shit my cat meows.

I'm not sleeping tonight either.
>> Anonymous
>>59056139
holy fuck that was a good one, despite it being short.
>> Anonymous
>>59060057
Excellent work!
>> Anonymous
ITT: Scary shit
>> Anonymous
Jesus.....
was a JEW!!!
>> Anonymous
Listening to a song from rudolph the red-nosed reindeer while reading allows me to sleep later..

There's alwaaaays tomorroooow for dreeeams to come truuuue..
>> Anonymous
>>59072430
LIES
>> Anonymous
>>59072430
impossible he was a carpenter not a lawyer
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
IM JUST AN CLOWN.......
>> Anonymous
>>59072716
AND MY LIFE IS A NIGHTMARE
>> Anonymous
You try to sleep, but the noises keep you awake. It's like something's scratching on wood. And

Growling. You tell yourself it's only the wind, and only the trees outside, but the sound goes

on. And on. And on.
Finally, you just can't take it. You stand up, turning the lights on. The sound is coming from

your front door. You walk into the living room on unsteady legs, and the growling gets louder,

the scraping more pronounced, more... vicious. With shaking hands, you reach for the

telephone... and the noises stopped. Like they never were there.

For what feels like hours, you stand there with the phone in your hand, waiting for the sounds

to begin again. Thy never do. Finally, heart in your throat, unable to stop yourself, you walk

to the door. You open it... on the night air.

Nothing. You study the door. It should be almost clawed to pieces, you could have swore you

heard the wood start to give. But it's unmarked. You shake your head. Just your imagination.

Then you close the door.

The claw marks are on the inside.
>> Anonymous
>>59072035

wow that was good. i don't think i've seen it in the creepypasta before - is that ORIGINAL CONTENT?
>> Anonymous
Open your closet, don't turn on the light. Make sure you have one match with you. Step inside and close the door. If the lights are on outside of the closet this will not work. Nor will it work if it is daylight. The only room you need is enough for slight mobility.

Stand in the darkness for about two minutes, since that's all that's needed. Now, take the match and hold it in front of you and say, "Show me the light or leave me in darkness." If you begin hearing whispers light the match immediately. If you don't hear anything, and the match doesn't ignite on it's own then don't turn around. If you light the match too late or not at all after hearing whispers, something will grab you from behind and pull you into what seems like a forever fall into darkness.

If you do manage to light the match in time and nothing happens after, open the door slowly and get out, then close the door but do NOT look inside. From then on, never look inside your closet without the light on at all. Some say if you leave your closet open during the night you can see the demon watching you with two red eyes that glow like matches.
>> Anonymous
>>59073490

and you yell, "GODDAMMIT, CAT!"
>> Anonymous
>>59059720
The pic made me shit brix
>> Anonymous
why is evrything double spacing?

You wake up one morning to find a note taped to your mirror: "Don't worry, I took care of

everything." Your clothes have been freshly laundered, the bathroom is spotless, and your

garage has been organized. Even your faithful old toolbox has been replaced.

Later that week, there's another note on your mirror: "GET OUT OF TOWN." Paper-clipped to this

message are several grainy photos of police in a taped-off section of a field. One of them is

carrying your old toolbox in his latex-gloved hand.
>> Anonymous
When I was twelve years old, me and my best friend at the time were swapping ghost stories, trying to scare each other. I was a pretty good storyteller, and his were pretty lame, and after a while I could tell he was getting frustrated. Reluctantly, he said, "I've got a ghost story that will blow you away, but I'm not allowed to tell it. I promised the person who told it to me that I wouldn't." I could see that he almost immediately regretted even bringing it up. But of course, I pressured him. And pressured him. Finally, he said he'd tell me the story, but only if I never, EVER told it to anyone else, even after fifty years. So far, it's been thirteen.

The story was supposedly true, about something that happened to my friend's older sister, a story she had told him never to repeat. She went into a cemetery one night, with a flashlight and a ouija board. It was an experiment to see if the thing worked. So she went and sat by a grave, and she asked, "Who is buried here?" and without shining the light on the headstone to see the name, she tried to spell the name on the board, and then checked with the flashlight to see if she was right. Surprisingly, the first letter was correct. She moved through the cemetery, daring at each grave to take the experiment a little farther, and as much as it terrified her, she was soon nearly completing names. Then, in the oldest corner of the cemetery, she came across a very old headstone with no name. She knelt, asked, "Who's buried here?" My hair stood up, and my skin turned ice-cold when my friend told me what the board's reply had been. But I'll never repeat it. Promise to an old friend.
>> Anonymous
>>59073570
no, I reposted it, sorry

Once I tried to roll my eyes as far back in my head as they could go. When I did, I saw the creepiest red face in the history of imagination. I couldn't sleep that night and had to keep the lights on because I felt "he" would come if I closed my eyes too long.
>> Anonymous
Why do you have to do these threads at night, /b/?
>> Anonymous
This happened to me in approximately 1965 when I was seven years old. My mother had died very tragically and I was staying at the home of her closest friends while still going to school. I was as happy as I could be while there, and probably thought it would be my home forever. I shared a room with their youngest teenage daughter, Suzie, and on the shelf above her bed there was the cutest electric lamp. When a cord was pulled from the inside, music started playing and small fish inside the shade started to circle around in time to the tune. The only thing was it only lasted for a very short time and when it stopped I had to get up, go over and pull the cord again.

One night I was just about to get up and do this when suddenly there was an extremely hard, violent push down on the side of the bed. No one else was in the room. I curled up on the other side of the bed against the wall in self-defence totally terrified, and once again there was another equally strong push which almost tipped me out of the bed! What followed was two of the most room-shaking stamps on the floor, as loud as anything. The whole room – windows, dressing table, walls and everything – rattled. I think I stayed in that same position until the next morning.

This happened forty-two years ago, and it still terrifies me as much now as it did then. I don’t know what it could have been, just something very hostile and angry.
>> Anonymous
in jaxonville florida, there is a school. it is named school 4. many maany years ago when the school was still in use, there was a fire, and all the children were gathered in the central room when it happened. there was some activity going on that everyone was enjoying. so they didnt notice the fire. the cieling soon collapsed and killed a good number of the students and teachers. there was noone to blame, the police couldnt find any suspects and soon only thought it to be a normal mistake. there was one man though. he was the janitor of the school who lived on the campus. very small campus btw. oh yeh true story. ive been in the tunnels. the janitor was nowhere to be found, but everyone had just assumed he had died in the fire aswell. but when they searched the janitors room, which was on the base level. they found a hole dropping down roughly 8 or 10 feet. the freaky fuckin thing is, that the hole opened into another wide room,with a doorwayleading out of it. the doorways frame was blood red. upon further investigation, it was found that these tunnels underneath the school, mirrored exactly every room of the schools base floor directly above it. nothing was ever found in the rooms. all there ever was was the blood red door frames that seemed to be made of ceramic tile. but in one smooth complete frame, no attachments or anything. its really creepy. there are quite a few cults that inhabit the school now, people like to go there and test how hero they are but its really not safe. i cant seem to be able to get out of the tunnels.......
>> Anonymous
and that's all I've got, except the object ones which I'm not reposting
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59071850

Holy shit, same thing happened to me
i was reading closet one, and mah phone went vibr8
don't worry
it was just my girlfriend saying
goodnight, i love you, don't read too many scary stories
>> Anonymous
Does anyone have the one with the circus and the freak show and then everyone is gone? Creepy as shit.
>> Anonymous
>>59073983

Martha Stewart Right? I knew that one.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
i suppose i've got a few creepy pics

somebody told me this was from rubber johnny, but i watched it all, and i don't think there was a scene like this. anybody know the source?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
I wish I could sleep T.T
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>59074936
I dont know about you, but Rubber Johnny was goddamn hilarious to me.
>> Anonymous
>>59075174

What am I looking at here?
>> Anonymous
maggot vagoo!
>> Anonymous
>>59075189
I fucking loved Rubber Johnny.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59073490
This happens to me all the time with my mom's chihuahua. The paint on my door is all scratched off on one part.
>> Anonymous
MOAR CREEPYPASTA
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59074397
>>59074397
>>59074397
>>59074397
>>59074397

i haz pix of school 4, jaxfag here.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59075570
>>59075570
>>59075570
>>59075570
>>59075570
>>59075570
>>59075570
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59073983

poast name shit fucker
>> Anonymous
holy shit. Anon delivers?
>> Anonymous
>>59067540
I don't know why, but that picture creeps me the fuck out.
>> Anonymous
>>59075748
I... can't. I'm not allowed to say it.
It started with a C. That is all I will give.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59075702
>>59075702
>>59075702
>>59075702
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59075894

CRAB CAKES?!?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Here cometh the big guns.
>> Anonymous
>>59058507
BRICKS WERE SHAT
>> Anonymous
I CAME
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59075912
>>59075912
>>59075912

Jaxfag here, anyone with photoshop can try and fix this, the original is on my ipod and this is the copy that came off the ipod, Original content but i dont know how to "fix" this, inside the circle is a small child standing in front of the doorway, you can see through him and there was only one other person inside the school at the time of these photos and he was behind me.


so its up to you to find da ghostie.
>> Anonymous
>>59059797
you sir are amazing.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Eep.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
pic related
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Cleaned up the image quickly. Sorry, nothing there.
>> Anonymous
Will /b/ cuddle with me tonight? I'm scared.
>> Anonymous
>>59076076
>>59075748
>>59075894

Please don't ask, and don't try to guess. Not that you ever would, but if you do, I hope it doesn't count as me having repeated the whole story. Because I REALLY don't want to wind up like my friend and his sister.
>> Anonymous
>>59072035
>>59051957
Holy shit I got the shivers
>> Anonymous
>>59076642
i swear to god, the original is on my broken laptop
if i could get it you would shit bri/x/

all i have is the low quality image off my ipod.
>> Anonymous
>>59060057

JESUS CHRIST I WAS SHAKING IN MY FUCKEN CHAIR
>> Anonymous
>>59054807
Premonition of popes...
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
It follows you everywhere you go. It haunts you. It stalks you. It watches you as you eat, as you walk, and even as you sleep. It is opportunistic. It is adaptive. It never stops. You will never be relinquished from its grip. The more you try to avoid it, the closer it gets. It is the manifestation of every fear you have ever held in your mind. Some call it ludus. Others call it The Game.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59077062

crystal lite?
crisco?
crandel johnson?
crazy nigga joe?


what happen to sis and brutah that told you tha storrie
>> Anonymous
>>59077214
...cockbiter
>> Anonymous
>>59077214
>>59077214
God damnit....well done anon....
>> Anonymous
I love being a Christian.

It allows me to read all of these stories and not even feel a little scared.

I'm currently alone on the second story of my house, and as an added bonus, all the lights are off.

Out-do me, /b/. I'm not scared at all. I've actually drifted off to sleep several times now. I should probably head off to bed soon or I may actually be a little tired in the morning, and we can't have that, what with my college classes and everything.

I needn't look behind me like a frightened rabbit, and honestly I haven't even once.

Outdo me, /b/.
>> Anonymous
someone save this shit for me, i need to nod off
>> Anonymous
>>59077179
Post original then. Low quality + night vision = no data to reconstruct O_o
>> Anonymous
>>59073983

Hey all, I'm the fag that guessed "Martha Stewart" To this story.

I just wanted to say I think I might have heard this story before so if it's true you kinda missed the whole "If I tell the story (Fate X) will happen to me" part.
>> Anonymous
Sometimes...

You can cry until there's nothing wet left in you.

You can scream and curse to the point where your throat rebels and ruptures.

Still, it goes on, with no sign of when it might release you.

And you would know, that even if it ever did. It would not be because it cared.
>> Anonymous
>>59070044

of course maggots only eat dead flesh and putting day old ground beef in yourVAGINAwould not cause the kind of damage that would be required for any of this to happen. mostly you'd just have a vagoo full of barely bad meat and suffocated maggots.
>> Anonymous
>>59077679
that was absolutely pathetic.

I feel more confident now, because I know that if there were bloodthirsty demons lurking around waiting for people to do stupid things, they would have killed you by now for posting such a stupid ass retarded piece of literature.

It was so stupid, I mean really. Absolutely pathetic.

Kill yourself.
>> Anonymous
>>59077890
Troll'd.
>> Anonymous
>>59077355
>>59076076

This:
>>59073983
was written by me.


This:
>>59075894
was not written by me.

I would never give away part of it.
>> Anonymous
This video is one of the creepiest things I've ever seen. I couldn't sleep the night I saw it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHg5SJYRHA0&NR=1
>> Anonymous
>>59078007

was it u who said if you hinted at it
what happened to the sister and brother would happen to uu?
>> Anonymous
>>59077636
lol nobody responded to me. Typical, /b/. Just typical.
>> Anonymous
all o dis here creepypasta isa from th creepypasta section onna ED, wai must it have its awon thread /b/? wai?
>> Anonymous
>>59078223

I'm Christian too
but that doesn't necessarily make you immune to fear
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
Re: Jews on the beach.

My Rabbi once told me that there are certain sects of Judaism that adhere to obscure parts of the Talmud. One part, in particular, says that souls lost at sea, wash up on shore. At sunset is the best time to look for souls otherwise they will be lost forever.
>> Anonymous
>>59078223
Were you hoping for some anti christfag bawwing? So you're not scared, big whoop.
>> Anonymous
>>59077672
>>59078147

That was me who said I didn't want what happened to them to happen to me. I didn't leave anythng out, though. I don't want to talk about what happened to them.
>> Anonymous
>>59078366
OP of this image
this is where the "thing" is.

trying to see if my friend on photoshop can clear the image up, is it possible to get into a laptops HDD by connecting a USB cable from my laptop to the old one?
>> Anonymous
>>59078467

simply saying that will cause me to badger you
and this is a spook thread
your supposed to try and scare us to tears
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59078575
shit forgot pix.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>59077636

You should find it absolutely horrifying that your entire belief structure has nothing backing it, and you will never get your wasted life back when you get that one moment at the end of your life to realize that you have no soul, and there is no God.
>> Anonymous
>>59078647
I'm not trying to do anything. I'm starting to regret ever bringing it up.
>> Anonymous
>>59077636
>>59078823

godwin's law inbound
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59078668
more jaxfag

pix of st augustine.
right behind the fort (Castillo De San Marcos)

Lights going UP.
more pix from my hunts coming soon.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
One like last night, eh? Shall I post the complimentary image?
>> Anonymous
>>59078872

your either baiting me
or your scared of some unknown monster that will eat you or some dumb shit if you tell me who the person under the grave stone is

i'm sorry for you if you actually believe that kinda stuff
and i'm pissed if your trolling me :?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Crappy camera is Crappy. Get a better camera
>> Anonymous
>>59078356
Never said I was immune to fear...I just said I was able to read text on a screen and not become so scared that I would have to force myself to remain conscious and in doing so probably inhibit my cognitive abilities during the following day SOLELY for fear of an imaginary monster that's "gonna get meh".

>>59078380
It is a big whoop, because as I read this entire thread, I noticed countless posts of people saying "oh /b/ why do you do this at night?" "/b/ i was about to go to bed, but now I cant" "omg i peed a little" "omg im so scared /b/ seriously im all alone wah wah wah" etc etc etc.

So yeah, it is a big whoop.

Outdo me /b/...if you can. :D
>> Anonymous
>>59079305
if you read any of the other posts ive made..

then you would understand my old laptop died, (power failure, motherboard issue)

all my pix from that machine were saved onto my ipod.

the camera that was originally took with a 5+ megapixel nikon and shot on a clear night.

im sorry.
im actually pretty pissed my pix are all fucked.
>> Anonymous
we need moar stories. moar moar moar!
>> Anonymous
This thread is fucking epic. Keep the stories coming.
>> Anonymous
omg /b/ i just peed myself and im so scared and ronery and i dont even have any batteries to hold :(
>> Anonymous
>>59079087

Let's drop it. I apologize for ever posting the story. I'm seriously not trying to bait anybody, I just didn't think through the fact that people would want to know the ending but I couldn't tell it. I guess the story's stupid without the ending, I just forgot when posting it that the part that freaked the fuck out of me when I heard it was the part I can't reveal.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>59079553
I have read. I'm trying to clean them up, but the data just isn't there. With this quality,it really does look like you need to clean your lens.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>59079662
can you just tell us like if the person had any relation to you/was you?
or did the name freak you out because it was someone famous? rick astley?!
>> Anonymous
>>59057015
fight a dead chick
win= copious amounts of change (you are guaranteed 12 dollars since there were at least 48 people who tried)
lose= you die
>> Anonymous
>>59079662

then if i dont get the end of the story
tell me what happened to the sis an your friend
then i leave it be
>> Anonymous
>>59079845
I'd fight a ghost to the death for $12 in change. That's at least an hour at the arcade.
>> Anonymous
>>59079404
Invincible
>> Anonymous
>>59079973
>>I'd fight a ghost to the death
>>a ghost to the death.
>>a ghost to the death.
>>a ghost to the death.
>>a ghost to the death.
>>a ghost to the death.
>>a ghost to the death.
>>a ghost to the death.
>>a ghost to the death.


Fucking lol'd at ur idiocy
>> Anonymous
>>59079983
Oh for god sakes either shut up or go away. Nobody cares, and I've probably been trolled, anyway.
>> Anonymous
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okay this is the jaxfag but im going to tell a short story about when i was younger in ohio.

"I had just moved into my parents basement and was around 13 years old, we didnt have the walls built down there yet so i just used drapes and curtains to mark off my space. one night around 3-4am i was playing MGS on my playstation when one of the curtains moved towards me, like someone threw a sock into it or punched it. i checked it out, couldnt find the offending projectile and decided to go upstairs (as my dad was apt to playing tricks on me)

everyone was abed and nothing seemed amiss, but when i came back down to my room my playstation was off and the TV was on a test pattern on the local channel (CAT 15 akron, Ohio)

i changed the channel back to video 1 to reload my game and get back to playing when the power flickered, so i went to lay in bed and just forget about it.

laying in bed, i began to hear scratching on the ceiling like coming closer and closer. i slept on the couch for the rest of the week.

eventually i got back down there, but for years to come anyone sleeping down in the basement would hear the scratching and shit on the ceiling over their heads.

freaked out a few of my old exes.

(pic unrelated, of GORE orphange in ohio, aimed out over the field, shitty pic is shitty due to ipod compression.)
>> Anonymous
>>59079895

They don't talk to anyone anymore.
>> Anonymous
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The Tunguska Event', sometimes called the Tunguska explosion, was a massive explosion that occurred near the Podkamennaya (Lower Stony) Tunguska River in what is now Krasnoyarsk Krai of Russia, at around 7:14 a.m.[1] (0:14 UT, 7:02 a.m. local solar time[2]) on June 30, 1908

Estimates of the energy of the blast range from 5 megatons[4] to as high as 30 megatons[5] of TNT, with 10–15 megatons the most likely[5] - about 1000 times as powerful as the bomb dropped on Hiroshima, Japan and about three times less powerful than Tsar Bomba.[6] The explosion felled an estimated 80 million trees over 2,150 square kilometers (830 square miles). The earthquake from the blast measured 5.0 on the Richter scale.
>> Anonymous
>>59068214
I think this is from those scary stories books from back in the day
>> Anonymous
>>59070810
Anyone know what happened to this guy? He was about to set out to find out what was there, then the blog just like ended.
>> Anonymous
i got something for you, /b/:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bloop
>> Anonymous
>>59080562


* Testimony of Chuchan of Shanyagir tribe, as recorded by I.M.Suslov in 1926.[10]

"We had a hut by the river with my brother Chekaren. We were sleeping. Suddenly we both woke up at the same time. Somebody shoved us. We heard whistling and felt strong wind. Chekaren said, 'Can you hear all those birds flying overhead?' We were both in the hut, couldn't see what was going on outside. Suddenly, I got shoved again, this time so hard I fell into the fire. I got scared. Chekaren got scared too. We started crying out for father, mother, brother, but no one answered. There was noise beyond the hut, we could hear trees falling down. Chekaren and I got out of our sleeping bags and wanted to run out, but then the thunder struck. This was the first thunder. The Earth began to move and rock, wind hit our hut and knocked it over. My body was pushed down by sticks, but my head was in the clear. Then I saw a wonder: trees were falling, the branches were on fire, it became mighty bright, how can I say this, as if there was a second sun, my eyes were hurting, I even closed them. It was like what the Russians call lightning. And immediately there was a loud thunderclap. This was the second thunder. The morning was sunny, there were no clouds, our Sun was shining brightly as usual, and suddenly there came a second one!
>> Anonymous
>>59080085
It was one of those purposeful redundancies. It was supposed to be funny.
>> Anonymous
>>59080150
Here's your angry face >:(
Here's your sad face :(
Here's your happy face :)
Here's you just lost the game :)
>> Anonymous
>>59080690

"Chekaren and I had some difficulty getting out from under the remains of our hut. Then we saw that above, but in a different place, there was another flash, and loud thunder came. This was the third thunder strike. Wind came again, knocked us off our feet, struck against the fallen trees.
"We looked at the fallen trees, watched the tree tops get snapped off, watched the fires. Suddenly Chekaren yelled 'Look up' and pointed with his hand. I looked there and saw another flash, and it made another thunder. But the noise was less than before. This was the fourth strike, like normal thunder.
"Now I remember well there was also one more thunder strike, but it was small, and somewhere far away, where the Sun goes to sleep."
>> Anonymous
>>59080584
It is, and I have five or six of those :)
>> Anonymous
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>>59061414
>> Anonymous
>>59080781
At around 7:17 a.m. local time, Tungus natives and Russian settlers in the hills northwest of Lake Baikal observed a column of bluish light, nearly as bright as the Sun, moving across the sky. About 10 minutes later, there was a flash and a sound similar to artillery fire. Eyewitnesses closer to the explosion reported the sound source moving east to north. The sounds were accompanied by a shock wave that knocked people off their feet and broke windows hundreds of miles away. The majority of eyewitnesses reported only the sounds and the tremors, and not the sighting of the explosion. Eyewitness accounts differ as to the sequence of events and their overall duration.
>> Anonymous
>>59080443

thats it?
he told you what he wasn't supposed to, so he became anti-social?

i expected like, tongue getting cut out at least
>> Anonymous
During the war a soldier faithfully wrote his mother every week so she would know he was all right, until one week she didn't get a letter and immediately began to worry. Within a couple of weeks she got a letter from the Army saying that her son had been captured and was being held in a Prisoner-of-War camp, and they assured her that they had no reason to believe the American prisoners were being mistreated in any way. A few weeks later the woman finally received another letter from her son, it read: "Dear Mom, Try not to worry about me, they are treating us well and I'll be released as soon as the war is over. Make sure that little Teddy gets the stamp for his collection. Love you, Joe" The woman was overjoyed to hear the news, but was confused because she had no idea who "little Teddy" was. She decided to steam the stamp from the envelope and have a look. When she did she saw that written on the back of the stamp were the words: "They've cut off my legs".
>> Anonymous
No john. You are the demons.
>> Anonymous
>>59060677
I liked yours, I wanna know what happens when they come together...though I'm too chickenshit to go try that shit.
>>59060057
Nice OC
>> Anonymous
>>59073983
Jimmy Hoffa?
>> Anonymous
>>59081010
That just pisses me off...Why doesn't America ever physically mutilate and torture our prisoners of war?

In before camp guantanamo. ZOMG WE'RE NEKED WAH WAH WAH A DOG IS BARKING AT ME OH NOES WAH.

Why is it that shit can go down in vietnam and nobody ever insults vietnam over it, and yet when super tiny shit goes down in the states, people flip the fuck out.
>> Anonymous
>>59080618
It's based on a short story called Fear of Darkness. The short story sucks, the Ted the Caver rewrites are much better.
>> Anonymous
>>59080889
Although, this Explosion is thought to be due to a meteor or comet, the site was found to have no crater. the trees at ground zero were left standing eerily erect though blackened by fire. Around the blast the trees fell, pointing away from ground zero in a butterfly shaped destruction path.
>> Anonymous
Item#: SCP-173

Special Containment Procedures: Item SPC-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must 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
i went to the shops one time and there was a black person handling food.
>> Anonymous
Have you ever thought what lies behind a simple corner? Say you're five feet behind this corner inside your house, that leads into the hallway. You cannot see into the hallway, but you know it's there. Has curiosity ever filled you, what might be hiding behind that corner? Just six or seven feet away...

Often times the human mind may feel as if it is not alone, and often times this happens around these very corners, but often times when you turn that corner, nothing living is in sight.

What if there were something? If humans were not along on the rank of intelligent species... If something unknown were hiding around that corner, could feel you as you could feel it, could move away before being seen... How would that corner feel then? Would you still go around it?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
this kind of stuff is fun at night
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
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
OMG I GOT A GR8 STRY TO TELL YU GUYZ. THIS 1 TIME, THIS HELLA SMRT KID, WHO WUZ LIKE, THE SMRTEZT EVAR, FOUND THIS BLACK NOTEBOOK ON THA GROUND. INSID IT SED THAT WHOEVRS NAME IS RITTEN IN IT IS SUPOSED TO DIE. AT FIRST HE DON'T BELIEVE BUT THEN HE TRIES IT ON THIS GUY AND HE DIES SO HE BELIEVS HIM! IT WAS SUCH A COOL STRY THAAT SOME JAP STOLE THE STORY AND MADE A COMIC ABOUT IT, THEN IT GOT TURNED INTO MY FAVORITE SHOW BUT ITS TRUE BECAUSE IT WAS MY FRIEND WHO HAD THE NOTEBOOK. BUT DON'T TELL HIM BECUZ HE'LL GET MAD AND WRITE MY NAME IN THE BOOK AND I'LL DIE!!!!!!1
>> Anonymous
To Learn More about the Holders and the Object that must never be brought together

http://www.freewebs.com/thekingofwolves/index.htm#111340481
>> Anonymous
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>>59081631
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0719DxMOUY
>> Anonymous
>>59081512
I've been thinking about this ever since I was a little kid. I attribute it as if there were an alien there who had some crazy technology and was monitoring me or something... Just a child of an idle brain.
>> Anonymous
Original content? Wtf. Lolwut. Also, cocks. Moving on.

* * *

Human beings are animals. Plain and simple. We are a part of nature as long as we are alive and long after we are dead. Yet we are different from the animals. We distance ourselves from the outside world, building brick and mortar walls to keep nature out. We have done this since time began, first in caves, away from the forests and jungles where nature roams free. Then mud huts to shut it out.

Why? Because nature has not forgotten us. It's most evolved children. Nature... is unhappy at being shunned.

You don't believe me? Fine. Pick any dark night. Any night where there is no moon and stars. Go down to your local national park or even a small section of woods. Go so deep into the woods that you can no longer see anything but trees and nature.

TBC
>> Anonymous
>>59081631


????
>> Anonymous
>>59081378
The MOAR you know!
Some theorists believe that this explosion was caused by a weapon created by Nikola Tesla?
This weapon supposedly used focused energy straight from the earth to create explosions of energy in the atmosphere virtually anywhere on earth. in theory, Tesla's machine could have been in a warehouse on the other side of the world.
>> Anonymous
>>59082272

Complete bullshit, Nikola Tesla's time period wouldn't allow for any sort of technology like that, as well as the simple fact that he would have written about it being part of the recent history line and being famous for his invention of the Tesla Coil, when he died all information on his works would've been dug up. Also, somebody would've used the weapon again by now.
>> Anonymous
>>59082484
The MOAR you know:
In 1899, Tesla decided to move and began research in Colorado Springs, Colorado, where he would have room for his high-voltage, high-frequency experiments. Upon his arrival he told reporters that he was conducting wireless telegraphy experiments transmitting signals from Pikes Peak to Paris. Tesla's diary contains explanations of his experiments concerning the ionosphere and the ground's telluric currents via transverse waves and longitudinal waves.[64] At his lab, Tesla proved that the earth was a conductor, and he produced artificial lightning (with discharges consisting of millions of volts, and up to 135 feet long).[65] Tesla also investigated atmospheric electricity, observing lightning signals via his receivers. Reproductions of Tesla's receivers and coherer circuits show an unpredicted level of complexity (e.g., distributed high-Q helical resonators, radio frequency feedback, crude heterodyne effects, and regeneration techniques).[66] Tesla stated that he observed stationary waves during this time.[67]

Tesla researched ways to transmit power and energy wirelessly over long distances (via transverse waves, to a lesser extent, and, more readily, longitudinal waves). He transmitted extremely low frequencies through the ground as well as between the earth's surface and the Kennelly-Heaviside layer. He received patents on wireless transceivers that developed standing waves by this method. In his experiments, he made mathematical calculations and computations based on his experiments and discovered that the resonant frequency of the Earth was approximately 8 Hertz (Hz). In the 1950s, researchers confirmed that the resonant frequency of the Earth's ionospheric cavity was in this range (later named the Schumann resonance).
>> Anonymous
>>59055443
Oh god I peed so hard
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>59082484
you do realise, don't you, that some conspiracy theorists are claiming that these weapons ARE being used right now, and against the US too. Supposedly the Yakuza/Zionists/pedos/whoever are using them to steer hurricanes towards the US coastline
>> Anonymous
Later in life, Tesla made some remarkable claims concerning a "teleforce" weapon.[78] The press called it a "peace ray" or death ray.[79][80] In total, the components and methods included:[81][82]

1. An apparatus for producing manifestations of energy in free air instead of in a high vacuum as in the past. This, according to Tesla in 1934, was accomplished.
2. A mechanism for generating tremendous electrical force. This, according to Tesla, was also accomplished.
3. A means of intensifying and amplifying the force developed by the second mechanism.
4. A new method for producing a tremendous electrical repelling force. This would be the projector, or gun, of the invention.

Tesla worked on plans for a directed-energy weapon between the early 1900s till the time of his death. In 1937, Tesla composed a treatise entitled "The Art of Projecting Concentrated Non-dispersive Energy through the Natural Media" concerning charged particle beams.[83] Tesla published the document in an attempt to expound on the technical description of a "superweapon that would put an end to all war". This treatise of the particle beam is currently in the Nikola Tesla Museum archive in Belgrade. It described an open ended vacuum tube with a gas jet seal that allowed particles to exit, a method of charging particles to millions of volts, and a method of creating and directing nondispersive particle streams (through electrostatic repulsion).[84]

Records of his indicate that it was based on a narrow stream of atomic clusters of liquid mercury or tungsten accelerated via high voltage (by means akin to his magnifying transformer). Tesla gave the following description concerning the particle gun's operation:
>> Anonymous
Immediately after Tesla's death became known, the Federal Bureau of Investigation instructed the government's Alien Property Custodian office to take possession of his papers and property, despite his US citizenship. His safe at the hotel was also opened. At the time of his death, Tesla had been continuing work on the teleforce weapon, or death ray, that he had unsuccessfully marketed to the US War Department. It appears that his proposed death ray was related to his research into ball lightning and plasma and was imagined as a particle beam weapon. The US government did not find a prototype of the device in the safe. After the FBI was contacted by the War Department, his papers were declared to be top secret. The so-called "peace ray" constitutes a part of some conspiracy theories as a means of destruction. The personal effects were seized on the advice of presidential advisers, and J. Edgar Hoover declared the case "most secret", because of the nature of Tesla's inventions and patents.[91] One document states that "[he] is reported to have some 80 trunks in different places containing transcripts and plans having to do with his experiments [...]". Charlotte Muzar reported that there were several "missing" papers and property.
>> Anonymous
>>59083074
see
>>59083212
I know. Thats what i was getting at. Theres so much shit the government keeps from us we'll never really know. Things like the Tungskuka blast will be confusing until much later in time when the info is released.
>> Anonymous
>>59082203

Once you lose sight of everything except the woods around you, you will find a clearing. You may not have been looking for it, but it will be there. A small clearing, grass covered, maybe a few small rocks but it will be maybe two or three meters across and will be circled by trees, as clearings are.

Go to the middle of the clearing and sit down, cross legged with the palms of your hands on your thighs. Relax. Breathe deep. And shut your eyes. And no matter what you feel, don't open them.

Because you will feel something. Even if the night was completly calm before, you will feel a breeze on your face.

For a few seconds, you will be cooled by it. A soft breeze. Then, the feeling will change. There will be pressure. Almost as if the clearing is closing around you, pushing the air in closer and closer. You will start to feel claustrophobic but hopefully, you will keep your eyes shut. The breeze will start to change again. You will feel it pushing on you, like you are being touched. Do not move. Do not open your eyes.

The wind will speed up. First it was a whisper as it cooled you. Then, words as the clearing closed in. And finally, as it rises into a howl, the wind will whip at your flesh, screaming around you. At this point, you will be terrified. Because on the wind, you will hear a voice seething with rage. A voice full of violence and hate.

Most likely, you will get up and run. And most likely, you will open your eyes to a thunderous crack. Because as soon as you open your eyes, the earth will open beneath your feet and take you down to the darkness.

Where the voice is. Where the hate and violence is. You will never see the light again.
>> Anonymous
I have a fucking glass computer desk and I leaned over. When I saw my fucking reflection without expecting it I almost peed myself. THANKS A WHOLE FUCKING LOT, /b/.
>> Anonymous
>>59084602
I loled. only to offset myself from pissing my pants due to the fact that im studying for a midterm right now and my TV is of and reflecting.
>> Anonymous
>>59084717
The fucking mirror in my bedroom is not going to allow me to sleep.
>> Anonymous
For some reason this thing terrifies me. especially at about 0:36


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1czBcnX1Ww
>> Anonymous
>>59085202
WHAT THE MOTHERFUCKING HELL IS THAT

I shat brix. WTMFH.
>> Anonymous
>>59084602

BAHAHAHAHAHA. Hilarious. I've got to be honest tho. I contributed to this thread and I still don't see who finds this shit scary. Honestly. I'm gonna take a stab in the dark here and say you're the kind of kids that cried when Mustafa died. Learn to seperate reality from fantasy in your brains and you'll stop being affected by stupid fucking fairy tales.

Now, if you don't mind, we're in the middle of a power out and my laptop battery is dying, so I'm gonna go light up a candle, jack off to some porn and call it a nigh
>> Anonymous
>>59085389
Actually, I was more like: "HOLY SHIT ITS A LION GET IN THE CAR"
>> Anonymous
>>59085389
t
>> Anonymous
>>59068150
Dood I'm on my period and having cramps right now but now I sort of want to shove a hose up there for make sure it's not maggots. =|
>> Anonymous
>>59085683
Lion king was filmed in africa, so there's no point in trying to save yourself. You'd already have aids...AIDS.
>> Anonymous
>>59085202
they kicked it... why, why did they kick it, what has it done to them... poor... fucked up thing.
>> Anonymous
MOAR CREEPYPASTA
>> Anonymous
>>59085773

Men don't have periods. Tits or gtfo. No girls on the interbuttz etc...
>> Anonymous
/b/, my bedroom is at the end of a long, dark hallway. The door is closed and the lights are off. What do I do?
>> Anonymous
>>59086223
an clown
>> Anonymous
>>59086294
AW FUCK. Not gettin' to sleep nao.
>> Anonymous
For the record, /b/, my sister and her friend made a short movie based on the "an clown" story. Just sayin'.
>> Anonymous
>>59086380
Well, if you're really scared, buy a dog and some curtains.
>> Anonymous
>>59086449
Dog's in the other room. Oh shit.
>> Anonymous
WAKE THE FUCK UP /B/

I can't sleep because of you. Now you all fall asleep on me. Anon disappoints.
>> Anonymous
Most people read these and shrug them off. A few find them frightening and yet read them anyways. But the most rare will read them and wonder.....

The things we read generate patterns of bio-electrical energy in our brains. The patterns of thought. These patterns can be represented as three dimensional images know as strange attractors. It will not take much goodgling to discover more about strange attractors.

Strange, by the way, is one of the sub-atomic partcles, higher than quanta but smaller than the electrons and nuclei of atoms. So, in essence, what science has stated is that one's thoughts can generate fields of energy.matter that are strange.

The people who seek UFOs and psychic and mystical phenomena always find it.

You have been reading these stories and words for hours now. How much strangeness have you attracted by thinking about these words, thinkign these words.......

>> Anonymous
>>59087265

Hey, you go straight to hell... I'm going to go to sleep...as soon as the sun rises
>> Anonymous
>>59087265
I don't get it?
>> Anonymous
>>59088519
He's saying things you think of, words and stories, attract things you're thinking of. Therefore, we who have been thinking of these stories for the past however long have been unconsciously calling upon demons or evil spirits.

Ghosts, all we've read about.
>> Anonymous
Every now and then there is the sudden urge to get up and walk around. Movement becomes necessary, especially if you've been sitting still for a while. That anxiety, though....that isn't natural. When you feel you MUST get up and move around, that is your animal instinct, your id, your hindbrain, letting you know that there is somethign going on. It's an instinct, a need, simple, basic, and not explainable by logic or science.

Science can explain many things. But it cannot explain why you feel the presences in the room that crowd you to the point of needing to stand up and move around.

They are there. You can feel them, if you sit still long enough. It may all be in your head.

But if it isn't, then why do you feel nervous now?
>> Anonymous
>>59088922
Because it would be frightening if it were true, which it isn't. Besides, who are you to say what is and isn't natural?
>> Anonymous
>>59089130

Anon is brave.

Or acting brave.
>> Anonymous
>>59057933

A common legend amongst older countries, specifically the British Isles, are that of Will-o-Wisps, or guiding lanterns. These are amorphous lights, or sidhe playing music with the attempt to lure you into the woods, and get you lost.

Case in point, a dog's instincts are sharper than yours. If she's scared, you should be too.
>> Anonymous
So this happened to my friends friend right, it's super real.
One night my friends friend was driving home on his motorbike down a lonely dark road, it's pretty dark so as he was speeding down the road he almost ran into someone stood at the side of the road.
So he appologises and the man says that it's no problem, he asks for a lift on the back of his bike, so he obligises.
They drive on, my friends friend asks where he wants to go, and the stranger thus tells him.
As they get nearer the appointed house my friends friend looks back to ask him a question; but he's not there, there's just a helment. on returning to the house that he appointed, he speaks to the strangers mother and tells her what happened, she replies 'do you have his helmet' he said 'yeah, here it is, how did you know he'd left it' she replies 'he died in a motorbike accident 6 months ago but 4 people have returned his helmet to us'. this shit is soooooooooo real
>> Anonymous
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HOW MUCH DOES A POLAR BEAR WEIGH!?!?!?!?