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Anonymous
CREEPYPASTA THREAD!
>> Anonymous
bump for creepypasta, everyone loves it.
>> Anonymous
WE REQUIRE MORE CREEPYPASTA
>> 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
>>59902908
this dude's got the idea.
>> Anonymous
If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice at the time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freeze as well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the static returns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you will regain control of your body. You must never watch that television again. It will only play static, even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these same events will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happens is unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looks away, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to be your station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as all sound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you see yourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of your disappearance.
>> Anonymous
>>59902570

Apparently, there's one version with a clown statue and another with an angel statue.
>> Anonymous
>>59902908

I'm a chick

inb4 no girls on the interbutts, gb2kitchen, etc. etc.
>> Anonymous
>>59903102
you lie.
>> Anonymous
>>59903077

Sorry, i meant >>>>59902908.
>> 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
>>59902908

>an clown statue
>> Anonymous
>>59903252
i noticed that, too.
>> Anonymous
>>59903142

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

Just

his

face.
>> Anonymous
>>59903308
CAUGHT YOU!
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I once had consensual sex in the missionary position for the purpose of procreation
>> Anonymous
>>59903416

:O
>> Anonymous
>>59903416
...Mother of God.
>> Anonymous
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
>>59903416

SWEET JESUS NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59903416
>> 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
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
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
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 behavior 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
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
>>59903620

this one made me lol. Bitch. XD
>> Anonymous
>>59903987

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.
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.
>> Anonymous
>>59904072

Still. A bargain is a bargain. I didn’t regret it in the slightest until my third night sleeping there.
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.
>> Anonymous
>>59903797
Hmm, sauce on this?
>> Anonymous
>>59903680
please continue
>> Anonymous
>>59904168

‘Please. Help me. He’s coming back.’
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.
>> Anonymous
>>59903504
wroks forPENIS?
>> Anonymous
>>59904226

‘No. You need to see. You need to see what happened. You need to know. Oh god, he’s coming back.’
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 backed further way from the stairs, his back facing the large window from which I’d 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.
>> Anonymous
>>59904332

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.
‘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
>>59904455

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
>>59904503

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 now. 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
>> Anonymous
>>59904503


i fapped furiously from the suspense
>> Anonymous
>>59904587
Not bad at all. Winrar.
>> Anonymous
MOAR!
>> Anonymous
Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Most will simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickering candle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture. Ninety-nine out of a hundred times, these people are right.

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

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

This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist. Should you ever feel that queer chill in your back, try not to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of your eye. It might be better not to see.
>> Anonymous
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
>>59904973

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
>>59905019

payoff not worth time invested
>> 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 ethereal. At this point, stand up and snatch out his eyes in one sweeping motion.
>> Anonymous
>>59905327

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
>>59904587
pay off worth time invested well done 6.66 internets for you sir
>> 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
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
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 freak show 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
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
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
>>59906330

>original Creepypasta for the day
>> 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
Mr. Lunchsmack here. Glad to see the creepypasta threads are back. If this one stays alive long enough for me to eat lunch and get high I'll post my ENTIRE creepypasta archive.

Yes, that will take a while.
>> 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
>>59906619

for the love of god, people, keep this thread alive!! i can only post so much!

MUST HAVE MOAR CREEPYPASTA!!!!
>> Anonymous
by far one of the best things about /b/
>> 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
A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.

She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".
>> Anonymous
>>59903102
No women on the internetz, tits or gtfo, gb2 kitchen, etc. etc.
>> Anonymous
>>59906990

Now THAT's good shit.
>> Anonymous
While brushing your teeth in the evening, you catch a glimpse of your wall mirror, covered in fingerprints. Annoyed, you grab a towel and rub at them. They remain. Upon closer inspection, you realize that they seem to be on the other side of the glass...
>> Anonymous
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.

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.

>> Anonymous
>>59907174

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
>>59906990
Would be better with the last sentence out. It would be much better if you didn't know what was licking her.
>> Anonymous
There are stories about a certain kind of hitchhiker - they only ever appear at night on quiet roads, seeming to flicker into existence in the very edge of headlights, never carrying a sign, always with an expression of deep despondency on their faces, swathed in a heavy coat and long pants, usually with gloves. If you stop, they will seem cordial enough, polite, but hardly chatty. They will assure you that the next town or city along your route will be a fine spot to leave them. Normal enough. Unless you try killing them.

They die easily enough. But look underneath their clothes, and you will see that their skin is marred with lines of scars, forming repeating patterns that are unsettling to look at, and even more unsettling in the context of their skin. They have no wallets, no identification. If you slice their belly open, however, they're different inside. There's no blood, no muscle, only a hollow cavity containing a single object. The object varies. Examples include a single coin, heavy and golden and engraved with runes nobody could ever decipher. A diamond gem with fractal edges that slice bare flesh to ribbons. A small vase, quite unbreakable, that smells of the ocean and is always damp...

Once you possess a hitchhiker's object, you'll find yourself always driving the quiet roads at night. You'll never mean to, but somehow, you just will. The lure of possessing a second one will hum quietly in your head. You'll strain to catch sight of a figure appearing in your headlights, try to resist the impulse to stop, and sometimes you might. But sometimes you won't. You'll try telling yourself that this is just a normal person on an adventure, someone who ran out of petrol. The logical part of your brain will scream at what you're doing. You'll smile and nod and they'll get into the car and you'll slowly, casually, reach under the seat or across to the glove box...
>> Anonymous
>>59906966
this one is cheap
>> Anonymous
this one is 100% true
The head of police's daughter was haveing her 16th birthday party.He alowed her to have some friends over for a sleep over. But he was worried for their safty so befor he left to work, he left his dog behind. So he told them whenever they were worried or what have you to call the dog and he would lick her hand. The party was fine and they all had a good time and passed out on the daughter's floor.
The girl wakes up in the middle of the night, and calls the dog. In the dark she feels the toung against her hand. She wakes up in the morning, every1 elts is dead all around her. She calls the dog and noone responds. She walks down the stairs and finds the dog with a nail in its head. On the nail is a note that says "humans can lick too"
>> Anonymous
There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map. It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, that is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase.

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

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

The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light.
>> Anonymous
>>59905327
will try later
>> 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
All pastas in this thread that contain instructions or "you" do suck. Except this one>>59903620
>> Anonymous
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the 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
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
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
This is not creepy or scary, it's fucking retarded.
>> Anonymous
>>59908190

then you provide the creepy pasta douchebag, and don't just sit there with your thumb up your ass bitching about it.

otherwise, STFU & GTFO
>> Anonymous
>>59908286
or else what?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59907696
fag, we have all played MYST before
>> Anonymous
any moar?
>> Anonymous
>>59908401

you will lose OVER 9000 internets and be b& from /b/ for life!
>> Anonymous
Need the pic of the parrot fractal with the caption explaining how it's meant to fuck up your brain.

In return I will give an original creepy story.
>> Anonymous
>>59908108
Continue.
>> Anonymous
>>59908655
holy crap! how do I rehabilitate?
>> Anonymous
>>59908758

post fukken creepy pasta! quickly!
>> 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, that’s what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will come over you. Check the spot. Nothing again, huh? That’s 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 anniversary 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, don’t ever turn your back on that spot again. That is if you can still tell where it is.
>> 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.

>> Anonymous
>>59908666
>>59908666
>>59908666
>>59908666
>>59908666

OFFER STILL STANDS, I'LL BE BACK IN MAX 30 MINS
>>59908666
>>59908666
>>59908666
>> Anonymous
somebody find this man that parrot fractal!

must have original creepy etc. etc. etc.
>> Anonymous
>>59904973
34 days

rule 34
>> Anonymous
>>59909414
I'm back
seems you'll have to wait another day to hear my story
>> Anonymous
This one is easy to check. You might know that we are not what we see. Here's how you can check it.
You'll need a mirror that reflects your chest and your head when you are about 20 inches (0.5 m) from it. No look at your chin or at your neck. Keep your eyes fixed there. Do not blink.
No move your attention - not your sight - to your eyes. Watch reflection of your eyes with your peripheral sight.
>> Anonymous
There was this couple in Scotland who had just moved into an old castle. When they moved in, they decided to empty out the wine cellar and found this large barrel of brandy. They tried moving it and even got a few friends around to help, but they couldn't budge it. In the end, they decided to have a housewarming party and give glasses of brandy out to empty the barrel and make it easier to move. A few days after the party, they went into the cellar and tried to move the barrel again. It still wouldn't move. The husband went to get his saw in order to cut it into smaller pieces and in turns they cut off the top of the barrel. Inside was a dead body and they had drank the brandy that had preserved it.
>> Anonymous
http://youtube.com/watch?v=LyyzboAXzFk
>> Anonymous
>>59902570
Can you post this original picture? Preferably before 8PM so it isn't dark and I'm not able to sleep.

I'm gonna print like 50 of them out and tape them to my brother's walls.
>> Anonymous
Ill never forget my best friend Ashley, We did everything together. Every summer she would stay with me all summer all that was about to change....I remember the last week we spent together. It was mid-summer and i had to go to the airport to pick her up. I also remember her telling me something strange was happening to her she diden't tell me what..she said she had to show me. I arrived at the airport at 3:00pm, She seemed to be healthy her brown long beautiful hair glistened in the sun, Her large green eyes were full of laughter and happiness you could never tell she was sick. We started talking in the car about how she was and what was going on in her life...he told me ill show you later when we get to your house. We arrived at my house at 3:30pm. Ashley grabed my hand and said its time to show you... she led me to the bathroom and said this has been going on for two months now...she pulled up her shirt passed her lower back and revealed a bright red rash with three dep scratches in the rash. Oh my ashley what happend i asked her. She said i dont know i has having this strange dream and i woke up and it was on my back. What was your dream i asked. She seemed really upset when i asked her, Come on ashley tell me waht happened in that dream i told her. I really needed to know that dream. she replied... I was walking in a cemetary, it was really dark i coulden't see where i was going i heard a strange noise so i went to go check it out i turned around and i saw a shadow standing there it came closer and closer suddenly it just started scratching me i was screeming at it telling it to stop but it woulden't.
>> Anonymous
THIS THREAD IS TOO FUCKING LONG! FUCK YOU, I'M NOT READING ALL THAT SHIT!
>> Anonymous
>>59910771

My face had many questions written on it but i diden't know where to start untill ashley said... the shadow person was my aunt. Ashley and her aunt diden't get along very well. Then i said... where is your aunt? Ashley said she died about two weeks before i got all these scratches. My face went blank and turned green. then i said Ashley, i diden't know your aunt died..why dident you tell me?Ashley said i don't know i was too sad to even talk about it. Ashley said,i dont want to talk about this anymore can we just go watch t.v or something? I said ok. It was getting close to morning... we were sleepy we crashed on the couches....then i rose to a blood curdling screem...it was ashley the spirit of her aunt had her raised in the air and was tearing her apart with her sharp claw like nails i screamed at her to stop but her sprit kept going and it was killing ashley. then the evil spirit of her aunt was chasing me i just stood there and it disappeared. i looked down at my best friend ashley who's lifeless body was lying on the floor blood covered.

I bent down and wept over her cold torn up flesh. The day after that we held a funeral for poor Ashley. At the funeral Ashley mom approached me and asked how it happened...i told her the spirt of her aunt ripped her apart. Her mom said Ashley and her aunt hated each other and i know that old hag wasn’t going to rest until she was gone...but i let it happen...i am suposed to be her gaurdian angel....but i failed. Dont say that i said to to and tryed to console her. SHe pushed me away and said no its true im dead and so are you....dont you remember? i am her aunt i ripped u apart too im glad u both are gone for good!
>> Anonymous
During a wedding reception of a young couple the guests decided on a drunken game of hide and seek. It was decided that the groom was "it" and he eventually found everyone but his new bride. Eventually the man became furious and decided it wasn't funny anymore and left her there. As weeks went by he accepted that she'd had second thoughts and went on with her life so he did the same. A few years later a cleaning lady dusted off an old trunk in the attic of the building where the reception had taken place, out of curiosity she opened it. Inside the trunk was the rotted body of the missing bride who'd apparently became locked in the trunk she'd hid in. Whether she'd suffocated or starved was unknown, but her face was frozen in a scream.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>59908666

Am I too late
>> Anonymous
And then John was a zombie
>> Anonymous
I love everyone who posted good stories. Thank you. Love this shit!!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>59910899
eh must have gone
>> Anonymous
I've been thinking, the scariest creepypasta is the creepy pasta containing thin, warped incredibly pale or infinitely dark beings. Who almost always have red eyes. This fear seems to be locked as deeply into the human psyche as any other evolutionary trait. So what could have happened in eons past that could have given way to an innate fear of thin warped beings either extremely white or dark with red eyes? What could have happened that now at least centuries later perhaps a millenia or two, that this fear still clings to our souls?
>> Anonymous
>>59910899
What's the story with this parrot thing? Never come across it before.....
>> Anonymous
>>59911635
>>59910899

do you ever get that strange samefag feeling? if it was true how did someone post it knowing what it was?
>> Anonymous
"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your cock 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
Anyone got that one about waking up and becoming a missing person?
>> Anonymous
>>59912070
>>59903620

We heard you the first time...
>> Anonymous
>>59912442
You missed something.... read the second again.....
>> 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
>>59911635
Nope, the "story with" question was me, pic post wasn't... and still /r/ing moar detail....
>> Anonymous
>>59912609
>>59912609
>>59912609


WOW. GENIUS AND SEXY
>> Anonymous
A degenerated VHS dub was discovered in the University Library containing five minutes of inexplicable amateur footage. In one continuous shot, the camera momentarily focuses on a doorway on the north wall of a living room before the operator climbs outside of the house through a window to show the exterior white clapboard. The camera then moves inside the house through a second window completely circling the doorway and so proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that insulation or siding is the only possible thing this doorway could lead to. A hand appears in the frame and pulls open the door, revealing a narrow black hallway at least ten feet long. The camera begins to move closer, threatening to actually enter it. A voice can be heard, "Don't you dare go in there again, Davy," to which another voice adds, "Yeah, not such a hot idea."
>> Anonymous
>>59912902
Thanks, i was thinking of another one but i hadnt read that one.
>> Anonymous
YES. Post moar!
>> Anonymous
Do love creepypasta threads...
>> Anonymous
>>59912850

Read the second one again. Lol'd.
>> Anonymous
>>59902908
she isn't supposed to tell the parents about the clown statue until they get home. Then they say, "we don't have a clown statue". they check on the kids and they're dead.
>> Anonymous
>>59910899
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Langford#Basilisks
It's a made up future scifi literary scare.
>> Anonymous
>>59903178
Can someone clarify? I have seen this creepypasta in like millions of threads, but I can't understand it.
>> Anonymous
>>59904072
ERECTED
>> Anonymous
>>59913863

he goes crazy, uses his own body as supplies, and ends up killing the people he was trying to save... understand now?
>> Anonymous
>>59913863
Instead of medical supplies he used his own body parts, and the laughing was him laughing about how clever he was (germans have a strange sense of humour).
>> Anonymous
>>59911361
It's from our ancient ancestors being afraid of demons, Satan, and Lucifer. Demons are commonly portrayed as red-eyed, elongated, fangtoothed creatures.
>> Anonymous
tomorrow, upon waking you will head to your computer and open up 4chan.org

But it will not load, 4chan will be shutdown, removed from the internet forever.
>> Anonymous
>>59914229
>>59914229
>>59914229

ok but why are we afraid of demons? who thought that up? were did that innate fear come from?
>> Anonymous
>>59914346
I think that was explained in a Doctor Who film.
>> Anonymous
>>59914346

Christfags and the Bible buddy, It's all fictional though.
>> Anonymous
>>59914266
oh, DEAR GO, NOOOOOOOOOOO
>> Anonymous
>>59914523

yes but why would that become so tied to our subconscious mind? i don't believe that and i dont think that fear would become so innately part of us just from stories
>> Anonymous
>>59914346
No John you ARE THE DEMONS
>> Anonymous
>>59913155

read house of leaves. way better than the creepypasta version.
>> Anonymous
>>59914766
Because for the last generation and past, it is used in pop culture , movies, and unconsciously put in your mind.
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbGkxcY7YFU

this is probably the scariest shit i've ever seen......!!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>59910899

Fuck, this one got me.
>> Anonymous
>>59910831
Best Story Evar.
>> Anonymous
>>59911708

I love you.

This fag speaking btw>>59915679
>> Anonymous
>>59915324

That inate fear has been around for ages. Look back on history and the folk tales of certain tribes. Its always usually something horned, scaled and scary.
>> Anonymous
BAMP
>> Anonymous
John was sleeping when he awoke to the sound of his door opening. IT WAS A VAMPIRE. John went back to sleep and HIS DICK EXPLODED.
Later, he awoke again when the vampire was biting his neck. When the vampire was about to leave, John turned back at him.

I HAVE AIDS, he said.

"I will shoot at him" said the vampire 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"
And then John was a zombie.
>> Anonymous
>>59919352
BEST STORY EVER
>> Anonymous
>>59919352
fucking lol'd
>> Anonymous
>>59919352
exploding dick out of nowhere made my day
>> Anonymous
>>59919352
omg
>> Anonymous
"tried to blew him up"
WIN.
>> Anonymous
>>59919352
made my day