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Anonymous
creepy thread plz thnks
>> Anonymous
no
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>> Anonymous
creepy thread is creepy
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>>63258787
mmmmmmmmmm
>> Anonymous
Need moar kreepie estoff!
>> Anonymous
Creepy thread =/= Creepy.
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>> Anonymous
>>63258917
HURR THERE IS SOMEONE IN BED


That's not creepy, that's just a picture of a person sleeping.
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>> Anonymous
creepy thread was yesterday.
lurk moar.
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>>63259554
Plague Doctors? In MY /b/?
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>> Anonymous
>>63259891
yum
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>> Anonymous
>>63259891
brush your teef, kiddies!
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>>63260204


Flawsseng is gud 2
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If you call yourself on your own cellular phone, sometimes you will get an answer. You won't hear anything other than heavy breathing, so don't bother waiting for them to speak. If you then say the name of a person you know and a reason that they should die (reasons like "I just want them dead" do work), then they will die a gruesome death within the next 24 hours. Their horribly mangled corpse will be completely unrecognizable, and there is never any evidence pointing to a specific perpetrator so the person(s) that performs this service has never been caught
>> Anonymous
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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
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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 children watching too much garbage). 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 angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, 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 angel statue."

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No angel staue was ever found.
>> Anonymous
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You get a phone call from your Mother. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken breasts.

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

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

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

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

>> Anonymous
>>63260923
this is the second time i've heard this copypasta. And it sucks. It's not scary. It's not creepy, it doesn't even make sense.
>> Anonymous
>>63259031
Good god. That is the scariest thing I've ever seen. Seriously, fucking shit.
>> Anonymous
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Leon Czolgosz, assassin of William McKinley, 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
>>63261372
Eh. I'd run out of money.
>> Anonymous
>>63261724
FALSE!
>> Anonymous
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Rumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror, there will be a faint image of an infant with no flesh and pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering.

You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror, but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occured within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all human emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed and lost to you forever. For each question that is answered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someone you know.

That person will be found dead the next morning with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.
>> Anonymous
>>63261946
Now is this EST, PST, etc etc
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>63258558
great stuff... it started moving exacly while moving my mouse over it and moved back after removing mouse again... that was creepy.
>> Anonymous
>>63259158
Oh god, that picture... First time I saw it, I didn't sleep at all the following night.

MOAR PICS OF EYES IN THE DARK PLOX.
>> Anonymous
>>63262215
means
>>63260923
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>63259593
Movie was lame, and not scary at all.
>> Anonymous
>>63261724
I've seen this copypasta before. It's pretty cool, but I wish someone would add more of a story to it.
>> Anonymous
where do yall find this?
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you'll shit bricks
>> Anonymous
>>63262529

/x/
>> Anonymous
like besides /x/ its mostly all old shit is it not
>> Anonymous
>>63262683
because the room is green?
>> Anonymous
If you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing and move not a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that the silence has a sort of "sound" of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone. This is nothing unique, everyone will hear this, given the proper setting. An informed person will tell you that your brain is trying to interpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so creates a bit of a filler sound. This ringing sound actually serves a more arcane purpose, covering up a noise we are not meant to hear. This noise is not impossible to hear, and if you are persistent you can effectively "break" the cover-up sound. The next time you are silent and hear the ringing, shout at the top of your lungs for about half a minute, then be abruptly silent. It will be different for everyone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens of tries. Others might pick up soft murmuring. A special few auditory heroes might clearly make it out on the first attempt.
>> Anonymous
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>>63262683
Ugh, I don't want to look for it.

Also, pic is another pic that kept me up all night once.
>> Anonymous
>>63262683
Why should I be shitting bricks exactly?
>> Anonymous
>>63262935

why would a photoshop of a guy peeking out of rubble keep you up all night? Maybe my imagination is tarnished due to excessive drinking.
>> 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
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>> Anonymous
>>63262925
continued

What you will hear is a voice that relays an account of events about to happen in the immediate future. It's like a sportscaster relaying the events occurring 10 seconds into the future. As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice under increasingly noisy circumstances, to the point that it can be heard at any time by just concentrating. Such an ability would doubtlessly be invaluable, no? You will be able react to any immediate danger, relate to people around you with greater ease. No one would ever surprise you. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible catch this ability entails. Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it will drive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death over and over again. Of course this isn't the case, though, its a normal voice, your ears receive it no matter what, it's simply a matter of noticing. But there is a danger. For you see, where there is a voice, there is a body. And just like you will notice new sounds, so shall you notice new sights. More importantly, you will be noticed.
>> Anonymous
>>63263158
Will this work with myPENIS? LIke make it appear larger for the ladies?
>> Anonymous
The 666th frame of every Halloween-themed movie, cartoon, or TV special depicts a basement with a corpse moldering in the corner; these frames are often removed from the final film, but one can find them on occasion. If you were to put the frames together, in chronological order of the release of the film it comes from, a short film is revealed. The film depicts the corpse's violent death in reverse. The final frame will be a picture of yourself, sitting before your tv, viewing the final frame of the film.
>> Anonymous
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Bricks will be shat
>> Anonymous
You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock.

There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection.
>> Anonymous
"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
>>63263514
>.gif
>> Anonymous
>>63263536
Hrm. Ain't that a bitch.
>> Anonymous
A 15-year old boy in a small town in Maryland sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on and logged into an instant messaging program, and was then suprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day.

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

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

When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracks leading away from the house from the back door. The forensics report concluded that the entire family, the boy's classmate and his parents, had been killed sometime the previous night.
>> Anonymous
Less stories, more pics.
>> Anonymous
>>63263514
your doing it wrong
>> Anonymous
>>63263439

Creepy story is creepy
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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
check youtube and look up eastern state pen. and find the ghost video from that, its fucked man
>> Anonymous
what the fuck is this /x/?
>> Anonymous
>>63264144
>>63264144
>>63264144
>>63264144
>>63264144

Stop posting this shitty nonsensical story. It sucks cocks.
>> Anonymous
>>63264330
No Anonymous, you suck cocks
>> Anonymous
>>63262683
anyone see it?
>> Anonymous
>>63264420
Agreed. Least I'm not posing as a creepy story though.
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Gimme gimme gimme MOAR
Gimme MOAR
Gimme gimme gimme MOAR
>> Anonymous
>>63264454

No what are we looking for?
>> Anonymous
moar creepypasta plox
>> Anonymous
>>63261516
yes, actually, it does.
>> Anonymous
During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time.

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

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

To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well, or why the height and stature of the woman in the video didn't come close to matching the body they'd found in the oven.
>> Anonymous
>>63264454
yes, the bench is in different color than the whole room
>> Anonymous
>>63259158
is that...hugo?
>> Anonymous
>>63264639
Really? please explain it. Your TOOL box is in a crime scene. OMG HOLY SHIT GTFO!
>> Anonymous
>>63264144poster here, didn't see this faggot>>63260923who already submited that story. You suck
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Bump for moar
>> Anonymous
>>63262967
Because you just starred at a picture for no reason.
>> Anonymous
>>63263678
this actually did creep me out
>> Anonymous
anyone have personal non copypasta stories?
>> Anonymous
>>63263514
fuck you and your gifs its prolly one where something jumps out
>> Anonymous
>>63265166

Is there any explanation to go with this extremely creepy image?
>> Anonymous
>>63261201
This is pretty scary.
>> Anonymous
When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolizes other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.

There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in.

The doctor said "that was the woman i just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn't you see the red wristband she was wearing?"

The woman smiled and raised her arm "something like this?"
>> Anonymous
damn this thread, it's 2.23 am here and dead silent, I'm alone and the only place in the house where there is light is where I am sitting, my bedroom is pitch dark and I am alone.

I'm not going to bed before the sun rises...
>> Anonymous
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>> 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
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
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JnGCbZ503g

can't sleep now because of this, not sure what will happen next
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.
>> Anonymous
There is a video on Youtube named Mereana mordegard glesgorv. If you search this, you will find nothing. The few times you find something, all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you, expressionless, then grinning for the last 2 seconds. The background is undefined. This is only part of the actual video.

The full video lasts 2 minutes, and was removed by Youtube after 153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to Youtube's main office in San Bruno. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered.

Youtube will periodically put up the first 20 seconds of the video to quell suspicions, so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. The video itself was only viewed by one Youtube staff member, who started screaming after 45 seconds. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. None of them dared look at the screen.

The person who uploaded the video was never found, the IP address being non-existant. And the man on the video has never been identified.
>> Anonymous
>>63264912
Because you've just been fucking framed for murder, dumbass
>> Anonymous
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
>>63265594

JESUS YOU FUCKING BASTARD!

Didn't see the .gif that has to be the ONLY one that's ever scared the living shit out of me
>> Anonymous
>>63260730
not scary, kill yourself.

>>63260923
not scary, kill yourself.

>>63261201
not scary, kill yourself. Also, it's a clown statue, fuckface.

>>63261372
>> Anonymous
>>63262935
HOLY FUCK.
I've seen that picture a million times before and just noticed the guy.
And then I HNNNGHGNHNGNGGGGGGGHGGHG'd.
>> Anonymous
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>>63266075
lol @ atheists who take my name in vain, despite them not believing in me, which is contradictory.
>> Anonymous
If you should ever find yourself in Philadelfia, head westwards, and you will come across a small playground adjacent to a highschool. On the tarmac there, you will find exactly one ball. If you proceed to start throwing the basketball towards the net in a typical fashion, a group of unknown youths will attack you.
If you defeat them in combat, you will be sent to Los Angeles with two rich relatives. Whistle for a taxi, but do -not- talk to the driver. He will drive you to a white house, get out, and wish him farewell, but do -not- look back. If you rap on the door of this house exactly three times and await response, your life will be flip turned upside down.
>> Anonymous
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
>>63265922

Real or not? I know, only a fool, etc.
>> Anonymous
>>63266284
>>153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to Youtube's main office in San Bruno
>>153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to Youtube
>>gouged out their eyes and mailed them to Youtube

What do you think?
>> Anonymous
>>63265922

is dat sum original material?

Creepy too.
>> 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
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>> Anonymous
>>63266252
HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
>> Anonymous
>>63266240

I lol @ assholes who try to hijack a good thread. well I've seen better creepypasta threads but hey
>> Anonymous
>>63266240

trol
>> Anonymous
Hint: Type "noko" in the e-mail field to get back to the thread you posted in or created instead of losing and having to search for it (often you never find it before it gets deleted).

(A public service message by www.AnonTalk.com.)
>> Anonymous
>>63266497

>and mailed them to Youtube's main office in San Bruno.
>> Anonymous
>>63266635
>>and nigger nigger nigger nigger
>> 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.
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.
>> Anonymous
>>63266834

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.
Still. A bargain is a bargain. I didn’t regret it in the slightest until my third night sleeping there.
>> Anonymous
>>63266497

Also,

>It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out.
>> Anonymous
>>63266990
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
real story happened to me..maybe not creepy as copypastas, but this scared me a lot...
it happened last summer..I live in a 3 floors house...late in the night I went to bed..after not so many minutes, my dogs started barking(they were locked at ground floor)..once...twice...I though "fuck, a storm is coming", they're always scared by storms...so I went down, they were so happy to see me..they followed me up to my room, I locked door..while coming up I watched outside a window, I saw it wasnt raining at all...
a few minutes later I heared "wooooommm...."...I didnt care, a car maybe...then again the same sound...over and over...it seemed something was passing over the roof foward and backward...at one point, I thought "if I hear it another time I'll open the window and look what the fuck it is"....didnt hear it since then....
the most scary part of the whole thing were my dogs barking with no reason at all.....
>> Anonymous
Rumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror, there will be a faint image of an infant with no flesh and pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering.

You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror, but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occured within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all human emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed and you just lost the game. For each question that is answered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someone you know.

That person will be found dead the next morning with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.
>> Anonymous
>>63267080
‘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.
‘No. You need to see. You need to see what happened. You need to know. Oh god, he’s coming back.
>> Anonymous
>>63267175

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.
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!?’
>> Anonymous
>>63267128
Dude, are you trying to be a dumb nigger or not? Because that same thing happened to me. My dog went insane, and I went out and was looking around for whatever was up in the sky booming for ten minutes. Never saw it, figured it was some super-fast planes or someshit.
>> Anonymous
>>63266990
>>63267175
>>63267158
>>63267128
>>63266990
>>63267080
>>63266834


in b4 bel-air
>> Anonymous
>>63267268
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.
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.
>> Anonymous
>>63266182
OMG, I JUST REALIZED THERE'S A NORMAL, LIVING PERSON STANDING THERE, OMG OMG OMG.

It's just a photo of a guy looking around a corner.
>> Anonymous
>>63267350
We all know the ending.
>> Anonymous
>>63267350
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.
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. Her reply chilled me to the bone.
‘No. No more visions. I warned you he was coming back.’
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>63265922

First creepypasta in a long while to actually be creepy.
>> Anonymous
A mother receives a letter from her son, who is a POW in a foreign country. The letter reads "Don't worry, Mom, I'm okay, they treat us fine. I will probably be released within the next few months. Please make sure Timmy gets the stamp to add to his collection." The mother is relieved to hear her son is alright, but is confused, because neither she or her son know any "Timmys". She decided to steam the stamp off the envelope. When she examined the stamp, she found writing on the back. It said, "they've cut off my legs".
>> Anonymous
real story happened to me..maybe not creepy as copypastas, but this scared me a lot...
it happened last summer..I live in a 3 floors house...late in the night I went to bed..after not so many minutes, my dogs started barking(they were locked at ground floor)..once...twice...I though "fuck, a storm is coming", they're always scared by storms...so I went down, they were so happy to see me..they followed me up to my room, I locked door..while coming up I watched outside a window, I saw it wasnt raining at all...
a few minutes later I heared "wooooommm...."...I didnt care, a car maybe...then again the same sound...over and over...it seemed something was passing over the roof foward and backward...at one point, I thought "if I hear it another time I'll open the window and look what the fuck it is"....didnt hear it since then....
the most scary part of the whole thing were my dogs barking with no reason at all.....
>> Anonymous
>>63267158

"just lost the game"

haha, i lol'd
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
/thread
>> Anonymous
>>63267356
Dude, it scared the nigger pussy right out of me.
>> Anonymous
>>63265565

I FEEL YA MATE! I'm shitting balls here. Seriously. I just heard something outside of my window. Fuck.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>63259554
weird
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Easter Woman came today and took away my wife.
Took her through an open doorway...
to the afterlife.
>> Anonymous
>wow this wins...
>> Anonymous
>>63262683
lol chair 69
>> Anonymous
>>63265166
Begotten = best movie ever.
>> Anonymous
http://youtube.com/watch?v=7iFXyLah2oQ
youtube hell
>> Anonymous
DON'T LOOK BEHIND YOU ANON.

YOU CAN SEE ME IN THE CORNER OF YOUR EYE, CAN'T YOU?

I'M THE ONE WHO YOU ALWAYS IMAGINE IN YOUR MIND, BUT NEVER REALLY SEE. THE ONE WHO STANDS BEHIND YOU, WATCHING YOU WITH MY BIG RED EYES.

I'M WATCHING YOU RIGHT NOW ANON.

DON'T TURN AROUND, OR YOU'LL SEE NOTHING...THAT IS, UNTIL YOU TURN BACK AROUND AGAIN.

HAHAHHAHAHHA
>> Anonymous
>>63268004
I smell an Oscar!
>> Anonymous
>>63268125
saw your mom
>> Anonymous
/r/ the one about the girl who goes hiking, and comes back with pictures of herself sleeping, and she was alone
>> Anonymous
>>63268239
No shit? Me too!
>> Anonymous
>>63267702Fuck I live in a fairly old house, it's windy outside I can hear noises downstairs and out my window, I feel for you both. Imma go watch a film to take my minds off of it
>> Anonymous
>>63268329

Okay what the fuck, how is that guys mom stripping in ALL our bedrooms!?
>> Anonymous
>>63268317
/r/ the one about the scientists and the mom who became an heroes over 'Harverylaw.'
>> Anonymous
>>63267482

Is that it? I wanted moar!
>> Anonymous
>>63268382
Because she's a ghost. DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
this is a pic i took when i was out UE'ing, when i looked at it when i got home i shat some serious bricks
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8JnGCbZ503g
>> Anonymous
>>63268519
a sexy milf ghost
>> Anonymous
>>63268526
I don't see it, where did you shoop in a creepy guy?
>> Anonymous
>>63265594
I FUCKING HATE YOU I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE IT WAS GIF GTFO MY INTERNETS
>> Anonymous
>>63268686

Guy lying on the floor just above the door, or I noticed a face in the smoke
>> Anonymous
>>63267356
Imagine this:

You decide to walk through an old dilapidated house in the middle of the woods with a camera. You take a picture of every room you walk past, then, later, you're viewing the pictures in your basement, on your computer, and you notice that.
>> Anonymous
>>63259554
Spy vs. Spy
>> Anonymous
>>63268698
How did you not notice? That same .gif is posted multiple times in EVERY SINGLE CREEPYPASTA THREAD.
>> Anonymous
>>63268698

Same thing happened to me.

well played anon
>> Anonymous
>>63268750
Sounds like OC creepypasta in the works... hm...
>> Anonymous
>>63268845

You assume it's gonna be the creepy pics of mindfucks not screencaps of mindfuck pics
>> Anonymous
>>63268698
my first time looking at any creepy pasta
>> Anonymous
The phone rang, I got up, went over and picked it up.

"Hello?"
"... yes! Hello there. I was wondering, may I have a few minutes of your time?"
"Er... sure, okay."

The phone clicked. I felt a bit older.
>> Anonymous
Cmon BUMP
>> Anonymous
Once upon a time, in 1924, a man and woman got married. The two were very religious, so they had waited until marriage to have sex. That night, the couple had consensual sex in the missionary position for the purpose of procreation.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
saw a gay commercial for some gay movie called What Happened In Piedmont? apparently the idiots decided it would be a hilarious idea to make the movie website a blog with a gay fake voicemail of his little sister dying.

www.whathappenedinpiedmont.com

inb4 personal army, newfag etc. just thought it might be fun.

pic unrelated
>> Anonymous
A young lady driving alone down the highway one night say a large gray-haired woman slowly walking along the side of the road. She pulled over and offered the old woman a ride. As they rode along, the women made small-talk. As the old lady offered her a stick of gum, she noticed the old woman's hands were very wide and the knuckles were badly scarred, she also saw how incredibly hairy the woman's arm was. Realizing her mistake, she swerved and said she thought she'd hit something, then she stopped and asked the old lady if she'd take a look. When the old lady was behind the car, the girl sped off. The young girl immediately felt guilty realizing that she had probably just been an old woman, and in her nervousness she had behaved very badly. She felt even worse when she notice the old woman's purse sitting in the floor of the passenger side. Realizing she couldn't just go on with it, she lifted it from the floor and saw that inside it was filled with wallets, watches and jewelry and a large bloody hunting knife.
>> Anonymous
>>63269286
I'm curious. Is it a rickroll?
>> Anonymous
the phone rang
i answered it
it was my mom
"want anything thing for dinner while im out"
"no thanks" i say
i hang up the phone
THEN A MONSTER THAT WAS SECRETLY WACHING ME GOUGES MY EYES OUT AND MAKES A YOUTUBE VIDEO OF IT THEN PPL DIE AFTER WATCHING IT AND U FIND PICTURES OF URSELF EVEN THO U WERE ALONE IN THE WOODS THAT TIME
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
this is another pic i took when i was out UE'ing, when i looked at it when i got home i shat some serious bricks

wtf is that thing in the water
>> Anonymous
>>63269392
OH SHIT!
At least you didn't have consensual sex in the missionary position. Thank god.
>> Anonymous
>>63269286

no
>> Anonymous
>>63268978
wtf is taht bullshit
>> Anonymous
Remember this -

Should you ever despair of life so much that you want to die, you have the means at hand and yearn to end your life, you have written a suicide note to those you will leave behind and you are prepared to die... at that moment, stop.

Get a pair of scissors. Cut away at the note until you end up with a piece of paper in the shape of a key. Go to a door, any one will do. Push the paper key forward and turn your hand as if unlocking an imaginary lock.

The lock is real. Open the door. There you will find it. The other earth. The one that awaits to replace this one when it dies. That death is inevitable, but in the meantime the other earth will belong to you.

Be warned: the other earth is very different from this one.
>> Anonymous
>>63269516
I don't even want to know.


Probably nigger balls. I hear they get left all over the place.
>> Anonymous
>>THE WHO WAS PHONE?

^^^
Can someone get me that one?
>> Anonymous
bump, Emi is hot
>> Anonymous
>>63269516

Circle it pl0x. I can't see what you mean.
>> Anonymous
>>63269879
OMG SONIC WHO WAS PHONE
CAN I BE PHONE?
OMG
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>63269924
That little orange thing that's obviously some rusty pipe or someshit.
>> Anonymous
/r/ the smoking in front of mirrors with the eyes stealing one
>> Anonymous
>>63265922

Nothing on Youtube or Google...
>> Anonymous
>>63265594
>>63265594

FUCK YOU AND YOUR GIFS
>> Anonymous
this is actually cool XD at that time I really was fuckin scared...now I regret I didnt go out and watch...
>> Anonymous
>>63265594
FUCK YOU NIGGER!
>> Anonymous
>>63270173
That one wasn't even creepy at all.
>> Anonymous
In Gjoberdik, a small fisherman's village in the country of Bulgaria, on the dawn of January the first everyone closes their curtains and hold their breath for half a minute. Hours after the craze of midnight's celebrations, children look questioning at their worried parents, but can not help to shiver in the embrace of their shaking parents.

One can hear the sound of bells being struck exactly 25 times last year, in this short timespan. The nearest church however, is over 32 miles away. You will find no one out on the streets in these faithful 30 seconds, and even the birds will stop whistling.

Some have gone out of their houses, roaring boldly in disbelief of this century old tradition. On the first sunset of this year, two people gambled their fate in the very first rays of sunlight.

The next dawn, the bells will be struck 27 times.
>> Anonymous
http://youtube.com/watch?v=7iFXyLah2oQ
http://youtube.com/watch?v=7iFXyLah2oQ
http://youtube.com/watch?v=7iFXyLah2oQ
http://youtube.com/watch?v=7iFXyLah2oQ
please go :0
>> Anonymous
>>63265594

Fucking showed someone at my school this...he jumped at least ten feet and almost died of a heart attack.

Shit was so cash.
>> Anonymous
http://youtube.com/watch?v=1udfKkbHoik

weirds me the fuck out.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>63269516
>> Anonymous
>>63270557
First time it got me, I fell out of my chair, whacked can of soda across the room, and DID die of a heart attack.
>> Anonymous
>>63269516
>>63268526
post moar
>> Anonymous
first rule in any creepy thread is never open a gif
>> Anonymous
>>63270494

fucking nigger shit fucker
>> Anonymous
http://youtube.com/watch?v=oHg5SJYRHA0

Seriously, scariest shit I ever saw. Can't believe they let it stay on jewtube.
>> Anonymous
>>63270729
LOL. WINRAR
>> Anonymous
>>63270617
You're a pussy.
>> Anonymous
>>63270729
Dude. It's a fucking rock.
Are you retarded?
>> Anonymous
Needs moar pics
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
Needs moar stories
>> Anonymous
>>63269258
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>63265493

It's from this movie called "Begotten". Check it out on google.video.
>> Anonymous
>>63262380

FUHUHUHUUUUUK YOU MAN!
>> Anonymous
>>63263678
superb
>> Anonymous
>>63266075
newfagity
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>63271527
Is this thread naow about thread?
>> Anonymous
>>63267482

I laughed back and said "I have a gun, bitch."

I pulled out my .357 magnum, made sure it was loaded; and sure enough, I heard a loud bang on the door. I ran down stairs and with one shot to the left temple he was dead.

I called the police and told them that he had broken in, in the dark, and I shot him in self defense.

After some small investigation they found in the man's possession the same fishing line used to hang the woman, and old dried blood on his clothes. Though they couldn't get any DNA out of it, they found it matched the blood type of the man. They never figured out who he was or where he came from.

>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>63269516
Mannequin hand?
>> Anonymous
God disembowels himself with a straight razor. The spirit-like Mother Earth emerges, venturing into a bleak, barren landscape. Twitching and cowering, the Son Of Earth is set upon by faceless cannibals
that doesnt help much
>> Anonymous
I know you're nervous at this point. All these creepy stories and pictures have gotten to you. You're probably a lot more aware of all the little noises deep in the quiet around you. You're probably acting more irrational than you usually do, glancing around the room every once in a while, or maybe tucking your legs up closer to your seat just in case something brushes against your foot and startles you. I understand, it's all perfectly normal. But James, please don't turn off your computer monitor. I'm frightened of the dark.
>> Anonymous
>>63272102
Somebody dies, a lady cuts off his dick and rapes herself with it, she has a kid, they both die, some creepy shit goes down.
It doesn't make sense either way.
>> Anonymous
>>63272005
Actually, that nigger was talking about the rock next to the creepy shit in the water.
>> Anonymous
>>63272334

It would have worked better with Alex. My name isn't Alex, but I know a fuckton of them.
>> Anonymous
You wake up in the morning and feel the need to take a massive shit.

You sit down on the cold porcelain and rub your eyes to try to wake yourself up a bit.

You then notice something crawling along your anus. A small tongue flickers around. A cold tongue.

YOU QUICKLY STAND UP.

Your staring at a small reptile of some sort. And it has just spit some eggs into your sphincter.
>> Anonymous
>>63272344

I hate you
>> Anonymous
>>63272334
Should've been David.

Anyway, I'll admit, that would've freaked me out if it was actually dark and quiet here.
>> Anonymous
>>63272334
Pedophile Paul, are you in here again? Me be scared
>> Anonymous
>>63272710
Right back at you, buddy.
>> Anonymous
>here you go david
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YtXFudBlCCc
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MzOpjBOzMqA
>> Anonymous
>>63272922
thats annoying more than anything
>> Anonymous
>>63265493
begotten
>> Anonymous
>>63272999
lolwut
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>63273227
Nice explanation, assfuck
>> Anonymous
>>63273607
look it the fuck up
it's called google.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>63272999
I'M OL' GREG!
>> Anonymous
>>63266277

Lol. Mario Brothers Ghosts.
>> Anonymous
>>63273789
Why don't you look the fuck up my asshole, dickwad. I'll fucking kill you.

Don't look behind you.
>> Anonymous
>>63274000
good call, I'm sitting against a wall
cockbite
>> Anonymous
>>63274000
/internet tough guy
>> Anonymous
>>63272683
Don't know if want...
>> Anonymous
>>63274073
hes ouside the wall, be careful
>> Anonymous
>>63266252
lol'd
>> Anonymous
>>63260292

Lamprey mouth shoop. But smacks of the Corinthian, so that's fuckin creepy.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>63259554
or spy vs. spy?
>> Anonymous
>>63266252
i really do hate you
>> Anonymous
>>63265493
Yes, its from a movie Begotten.
Gheyst movie ever IMO, its just a bunch of random images put together to try and creep people out.
>> Anonymous
>>63274882
agreed
and the movie was a bad failure
small porn scene
can't even tell
it's ridiculous
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
im here now what
>> Anonymous
grrrrrr
quite awhile back in /x/ there was a post to a little clip of a 3d animation short that was supposedly pretty creepy
unfortunately i got banned for a bit and never got to see it and never heard of it again
the clip had a kid standing near a wall and a random light flashed showing something coming toward him in the background or something
HELP ME PLXZ
>> Anonymous
>>63259891

congrats on making me want to die
>> Anonymous
>>63275673
Do want.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
brix will be shat
>> Anonymous
>>63270066
thats the first one ive seen taht was actually a mindfuck
>> Anonymous
>>63262925

the sound that some people associate with silence is actually the sound that panthers make when they are getting ready to jump out of a tree onto you
>> Anonymous
>>63276688

wat
>> Anonymous
i really have to shit right now but im too scared
>> Anonymous
>>63265166
>>63263678
>>63262935

congrats

i will not sleep
>> Anonymous
child support
>> Anonymous
In winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a German medic had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment suddenly became a bloodbath. The survivors claimed to hear, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never this short on supplies.

The bombardment moved to other starts of the line, most men dropped off to sleep in the still dark hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945.

The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, with no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.

The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal all skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial.

None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1942
>> Anonymous
>>63272334
Hey dick, all our names are David. Newfag
>> Anonymous
If you ever find dargaia's nectar, you'll probably be one of the ones who have been looking for it all their lives, and thus won't need any instructions on what to do with it.

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

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

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

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

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

The third object will.. well, let's just call it "object 3". It's easier that way.
>> Anonymous
>>63278228
You can plant it anywhere you want. I advise someplace where you don't mind spending all your time and no one else will go. Your back yard or under your cellar works if you don't have any roomates; as long as there's fertile soil. Dig at least five feet down. It won't want to be buried, but just keep piling dirt onto it (if you can still hear it when you're finished you didn't go deep enough).

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

This is your sanctuary.

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

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

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

Because you're a Holder now.

And you'd better not let them come together.
>> Anonymous
>>63278097
so they time traveled back to 42?
>> Anonymous
>>63278446
sorry, miss copied the orginal an was to lazy to go check it
>> Anonymous
>>63278097
>In winter of 1944,
>>the morning - New Year's Day, 1945.
>>>None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1942

Ok, so it started like, new year's eve, and they woke up on new years day, that makes sense. But none of them survived the end of January of 3 years prior?

That doesn't really make sense.
>> Anonymous
>>63267482
please moar, that was briliant
>> 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 themself "The Holder of the End". Should
a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then
be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden
section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone
talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you
will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

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

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

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

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

That object is 1 of 2538. They must never come together. Never.
>> Anonymous
>>63272334

FUCK YOU WE ARE ALL DAVID
>> Anonymous
Some hobo sold it to me for a pack of cigarettes and half a bottle of scotch. Only a few thousand ever made, he said, and this was the twenty-first. Quite the collectable he said. Probably worth quite a bit if I could get it appraised. What the hell.

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

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

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

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

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

It came back.

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

Now, I'm going to do the only other thing I can think of. I'm going to dress in my seediest clothing, hit the streets, and see if I can hock it for a pint of LTD. There has to be someone out there as stupid as I am.
>> Anonymous
>>63278827

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 himself "The Holder of the Flame Broiled". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of heavy breathing echoing through the halls. Your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the breathing stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to snack." 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 breathing 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 king in the corner, his mouth frozen into a insane grin, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they flame broil it fresh when you order instead of leaving it under a heat lamp?"

The king will then stare into your eyes and say nothing. 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 eat the object in the king's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of high cholesterol and unrelenting hypertension.

Your death will be in that room, by that BK Breakfast Sandwich.

The BK Breakfast Sandwich is 1 of a 6-part value menu. They must never come together. Never.

Available for a limited time at participating Burger Kings.
>> Anonymous
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>>63265594
screamer detached, will also post jpeg-ized first frame
>> Anonymous
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>>63279231
jpeg'd
>> Anonymous
If you go into this one tiny, dingy one-story bar in Paris, and the right bartender is behind the counter that night, you might be able to see a very exclusive gallery show of the lost works of one Henri Beauchamp. But, to get in, you have to prove you're a devotee of the artist to get in.

You'll be asked, in clear and perfect English, "What would like to partake of this glorious night?". Answer absinthe, no matter what. Any other drink, from whiskey to water, will kill you as you sleep.

The next question will regard the type, and you MUST answer one of two things: "The stuff that Man himself could not bear to take," or, "The good stuff. The best stuff." If you ask for any other absinthe, in any other way, you will be plagued by nightmares for 13 days. Each night's dream will be more horrible than the last, until, upon the thirteenth dream, your nightmare will follow you, every moment of your waking and sleeping life.

Don't trey and cheat the barkeep: the door locked behind you.
You have to drink what he gives you, doom or not.
That such a powerful man granted you audience should be enough.
Besides, I've heard that the dying complimented his drinks in their death throes.
>> Anonymous
>>63279140

i came
>> Anonymous
If you make it that far before sealing your fate, the bartender will say, "Be sure you handle this with care; this is the finest I have." From here, you may do one of two things: Say, word for word, "I overestimated my fortitude, and I bid you good eve.". If the barkeep nods, you may leave the door you entered, unharmed and with nothing gained and nothing lost (except the time spent inside).

Or you can go on.

You will be given a glass with a seven-sided rim, with twist ever so delicately around the basin until forming a sleek and simple handle. You will also recieve a very, very, very special absinthe spoon, in the shape of a key; the holes at the key's top serve as the draining point for the alcohol to pour over the sugar cube. And, of course, an unmarked bottle, stripped long ago of its label, scraps of paper sticking to its sides, covered in the rot of the decades past.

The spoon is completely flat, but has two distinct sides: one with a groove along the shaft of the key, and one without. Turn the shaft down, so its groove will be face down. If you attempt this face up, your absinthe will taste foul, your nose will burn, and youe eyes will shrivel in their sockets with unspeakable horrors nt of this world.

Try not to do that.
>> Anonymous
Now, if your spoon is the right way up, begin preparing the absinthe as one would (put the sugar on the spoon, and pour the alcohol over so it gains its color and "special qualities").

Say "cheers" to your friend, the barkeep, and bottoms up. If you don't, the absinthe will burn every innard it touches with the power and pain of sulfuric acid.

If you've done it right, the already dim lights will go off, and darkness will consume the bar. Don't be afraid; the darkness is the cue that you've been approved for the exhibit. Wait out the darkness, and keep silent as the dead, lest the bartender decide to make you so.

Eventually (not too long, two to three minutes), a green floodlight will shine brightly on a door on the far wall of the bar. The bar will be bathed in green, and not just from the floodlight. Little luminescent spheres will gently drift through the room, and the barkeep will no longer be there... nor any other unassuming patron inside before.
>> Anonymous
There's no danger by this point... consider it a safe point. If you didn't finish the absinthe, you don't have to, but you might need the alcohol. Either way, take the spoon and put it in the keyhole of the geen-lit portal's doorknob. It will fit perfectly, and reach the end of the keyhole with a resounding click.

Inside is a small elevator, with the most beautiful woman any mortal eyes can imagine, bathed in the green glow in just such an angle that the light refracts beyond her into the shape of wings.

The Green Fairy herself will ask you, "Going up?", and considering all the trouble you went through, it would only make sense to say yes.

Now, you have one more hurdle to clear. She will ask you, as you cross the line from the bar to the compartent, "How would you compare Beauchamp's surrealism to that of, say, Rene Magritte?" For your reply, you must say, "I've come to see more than art tonight."

I you don't, the green floodlight will blow out, the doors will slam shut, and the elevator will plummet through a seemingly infinite blackness before a read light grows brighter as the elevator nears the very depths of Hell.
>> Anonymous
Now, if your elevator begins to go up, the green light will also fade, but in its place will be the cool glow of the moon. But, before you even recognize it, the elevator will reach the top of its... well, let's call it a shaft to not get too intricate.

Now, I'm not as sure about this as the rest, but I've heard that, if the Green Fairy kisses you on the cheek as she leaves the elevator, you will always be blessed with a creative inspiration: a permanent, ever-changing muse. You can't ask her, you can't kiss her; she has to do it of her own volition. If not... well, nothing, but no reason to do it anyway and anger the woman who is responsible for keeping the Beauchamp paintings safe for so many years.

You will enter, from the elevator, a turn-of-the-century parlor, with a large poster of Henri Beauchamp on the left side of the opposite wall; on the right is a door.

Taking the time to read the poster is a fiarly good idea, as it explains the very significance of Mr. Beauchamp. You see, he was a struggling surrealist in the 1920s, always making art to try and be free of all premeditiation, and managed to do so. But, after one night in a tiny, dingy one-story bar in Paris, he began to paint... patterns.
>> Anonymous
First it was geometric patterns. Then complete fractals. Then images that would be in the newspaper the next day. The next week. Then from fity years ago. 100 in the future, 200 in the past...

Then, on his last night of life, he kidnapped three young girls from theit night, murdered them, and painted his finest masterpieces' reds and yellows with the blood and bile of virgins.

He committed suicide immediately after painting exactly 13 of these.

These are behind the door.

The first six, from the left, show, from left to right: the genesis of the universe, the only true visage of God as viewable to the eyes of man, the true image of Jesus Christ, the sprawling clouds of Heaven, every Pope from the first to faces not yet recognizable, and a portrait of Jesus' appearance in his Second Coming.

The other six, on the right, show, from right to left: the cataclysmic of the universe, the only true visage of Satan as viewable to the eyes of man, the true image of Judas, the sprawling flames of Hell, every human-embodied demon from the first to faces not yet recognizable, and a portrait of the Antichrist in his Second Coming.

Now, six and six make twelve. But what of the thirteenth?
>> Anonymous
It's turned around on its wall pin, the image facing the wall. The space around it is roped up at a very wide diameter, and under the flipped image is a sign, in three languages. The top is in the scriptures of the seraphim, the bottom in the runs of the highest demonic orders, and in the middle, in Roman letters.

DO

NOT

TOUCH

Now, like the kiss, I can't say this part with as much certainty, but all the same... I heard that, somehow, as he died, Beauchamp flayed his skin, his organs, his very soul, into some sort of collage. How he took his dead body and created such a horiffic masterpiece, I could never say, nor would I ever dare to.

So... if you make it, maybe you flip the canvas over and tell me sometime? You can tell me about over a drink.
>> Anonymous
I can't say exactly where the Twenty-Ninth is, because like the First it demonstrates a vast multipresence, if not omnipresence, as does its "holder". I'll not name him because I loath having him gaze over my shoulder.

Number 2325 is the size of Rhode Island, and all the little negroids living on it think they're worshiping "the land". In a sense they're correct, but they still haven't figured out why their land demands so much more than anyone else's.

The ninety-eigth is called Gegnaiek. A tree you might call him; though older than the sun, he has found perfect nourishment in homo sapien

You'll notice me personifying these objects at times, speaking as if each is possessed of a certain alien intelligence. In fact, this is only the case with a very few, perhaps a hundred; the rest are merely created to perform a function, or innumerous functions, and with crushing indifference they perform them, incapable of seeing or caring what gnats and flies may be crushed into the gears.

We are the monkeys staring down the gun barrel, the moths bathing in flame, the babies with a playpen full of knives and needles and cyanide. Our doom is wrought by our own fumbling hand, and like the cave-beasts we are, we call the tools of our suicide "wicked" and "evil", pretending our murderers to be the faceless boogiemen who must have set them in our path..

How know I so much?

By consulting object 2537.. The Index.
Though apparently sentient, The Index has never tried to mislead me or do me any harm, merely spelled out on its stiff yellow pages honest and up-to-date information on the Objects. All of them. Location, function, associated dangers.. everything a Gatherer could wish to know. In plain, modern English.

It is the single most dangerous object in existence.
>> Anonymous
those last few were mine, sorry all the shorter good stuff is used. all i got left are really long ones i'm to lazy to post. sorry.
>> Anonymous
>>63258623
Dude you just failed hard.
>> Anonymous
>>63280866
lol i noticed that tooooooo
>> Anonymous
>>63265594
OH


MY
FUCKING
GOD!
WINRAR!
>> Anonymous
We can't be out of creepy already. I think I can still go to sleep tonight.

Someone post the bit from "house of Leaves"
>> Anonymous
Dolphins have been observed to understand the concept of language. They use ultrasonic noises to communicate with each other. It's even possible to teach a dolphin a trick, and then have that dolphin pass the trick to another. To supply further evidence to the method of communication, this experiment was repeated using soundproof water tanks. With dolphins divided both physically and sonically, they couldn't communicate and as such couldn't teach each other new tricks.

Killer whales also posess this talent of communication. The test was repeated using killer whales in soundproof tanks. However, the killer whales still managed to communicate. What form of communication could seemingly ignore the laws of physics?

Back in the 1800s, steam powered harpoon guns were introduced into whaling. While many different species of whale were hunted fairly easily, after the first few killer whales were killed, they would never approach ships ever again. To this day, worldwide, a killer whale will not approach a ship if it has a gas harpoon mounted on deck. How could every killer whale, the world over be afraid of the same thing?
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>63281516

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
Not all murderers are monsters.

There are certain people, usually male, usually middle class, in occupations which require them to see a lot of clients: doctors, lawyers and salesmen who will receive a visit from an unusual client. He will be tall with long black hair draped over a grinning face. His clothes will tend to be dark grey or black and for some reason he will never be without brown paper gloves. He will visit regularly as a normal client, though few are able to recall precisely what happens when they meet with him. It will be three weeks before his final visit wherein he will give his ultimatum. After his final visit, the men often become introverted, shunning their friends and ignoring their commitments. Many begin to drink heavily. It will not be long before they have killed. Perhaps their whole family or perhaps a group of strangers. When the police arrest them they are quiet and stoic, as if what they did was a brutal necessity.

Not all murderers are monsters, some are heroes. If not for them none of us would be alive today.
>> Anonymous
It's the summer, and you're out of your college classes for at least a week or two, before the next semester starts. You've spent this time lounging around, and sleeping a lot. But lately, correspondence between your local friends has dropped off. They don't drop by. Your phone's been quiet for awhile. And your IM lists are all empty.

After five days of this, you've gotten bored enough to try chatrooms. They're all empty; even the big ones. Any e-mails you send get no replies.

When you leave your apartment, the whole of the building is unearthly silent. The only noise that comes about at all is the whurr from the automated Rail outside. Nobody answers when you knock. All the buildings are dark and locked up when you look out the window; the only cars are of the parked variety.

A search of the entire building, and even further beyond that, yields nothing. No life; the only movement is from the wind, or the automated pieces of machinery. Defeated, you slink back into the empty apartment complex.

On your door is pinned a note:

"Turns out the guy in room 302 really could sleep through the end of the world."

The note is dated five days ago.
>> Anonymous
In any airport around the world you will find pilots of every race color and creed. This is not unusual. The airports usually all look the same, and the plane interiors are all simialr as well. The snack are the same. But, if you happen to get on a plane the speech by the pilot will be different if he happens to an African American. He will tell you that the cruising altitude will be 35,000 feet and may even point out landmarks. Now sit back while I get this Mutha Fucka of the ground.
>> Anonymous
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You feel an itch in your throat.

You try to cough it out, but it just won't come.

You struggle with forcing yourself to vomit. You drink lots of water, but whatever it is, its just stuck there.

You reach for the carton of milk in the fridge and sneeze as you raise it up. Something hits the floor with a rattle. You look at the floor and see a small button with a flowery design on it.

Then you look up. On the milk carton, you notice a missing kid. Her blouse shows the same buttons.
>> Anonymous
>>63282580

LOL I AM LEGEND 2
>> Anonymous
Your new apartment is perfect, except for the bathroom. Black mildew stains the corners, cracks, and crevices of the tile. You break out the cleaner and brush, and go to work. No matter how much you scrub, however, you just can't seem to make a difference. For a second after you rinse off the suds, you think that there even seems to be more mildew than when you started. Frustrated, you decide to give up for the time being, at least until you can get some more potent cleaner. You turn to the sink to wash your hands -- and that's when you first notice the black mildew stains around your fingernails...
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Fuck I don't wanna read this now because it's fucking late, where the fuck is the damn thread during day time.
>> Anonymous
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Every child fears under their bed. If they don't, they fear the closet, or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door.

Scientists know that children are more perceptive, they see things adults don't. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. They see what is truly there.

They see the monsters.

If you were to borrow a child's eyes and see through them for a night, you would go insane. To be able to see what you only dimly remember, burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas, hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back...would drive an adult crazy. Because Adults forget the rules.

1)Cover yourself. If you can't see it, it can't see you. Even if it makes it harder to breathe.

2) Don't make a noise. Every whimper can lead to destruction.

3) Don't move. It attracts their attention.

4) Only light can make them go away. Bright light. Flashlights make it worse.

Teens are caught in the middle. They still feel what's there, but they cannot see... and they forget the rules....

Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers, subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep -them- away? .....

It's not. Now look behind you with a child's eyes and try not to scream.
>> Anonymous
>>63282402
Good thing I'm half nigger.
>> Anonymous
>>63283065

I looked behind me and say my Sonic The Hedgehog wallscroll.
>> Anonymous
>>63261201
I shat
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>63283324
OH GOD
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>63283065

thats fucked up man.I wake up in the middle of the night and i always feel like theres someone or something hovering or leaning over me,and if i move,illsimply roll over and actually SEE what it is.i horrifies me.I want so badly to reach up and swat whatever it is.but i fear reacting to it.That i'll make him/her/it angry.
>> Anonymous
>>63283324

I really can't think of anything more terrifying then a furry.
>> Anonymous
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It has been said that everytime a newfag protests your mother gets raped by a pixie. Im so sorry mom
>> Anonymous
>>63265594
Congratulations sir, you win.
>> Anonymous
>>63282903
Trim your nails. Problem solved.
>> Anonymous
>>63283065
you speak the truth. and when i looked behind me, bricks were shat. my grandfather died in this house. So have two cats and a dog. i have personally seen my grandfather. This post just made my paranoia worse. Fuck you.
>> Anonymous
In any large city, in any country, go to a fast food restaurant that is open all night. Make sure that you go between 2 and 3 Am, and you must be the only customer there. When you get to the counter, speak in a clear voice to the cashier, and say "I would like five Baconators, please." If the Cashier seems confused, or says "We don't sell those. This is Hardees" or anything similar, turn away immediately and run away as fast as you can, without stopping, until you collapse from exhaustion. Sleep where you fall, and if you wake up, you managed to escape in time.

If however, the cashier nods and types away at his keyboard, your fate will be much crueler. He will soon bring you paper sack, warm and heavy and shapeless, which will rapidly begin to get soggy. Give the cashier the amount indicated and try to ignore the look of disdain. It is only natural, for you have just become The Holder of the Baconators. Return to your parents house and go downstairs into your basement apartment and eat the baconators while you look at pictures of naked jb in /b/. Soon, the maddening realization that it doesn't matter how unhealthy you eat because no one will ever love you anyway will drive you to think about killing yourself, but you'll just end up eating your baconators, fapping and going to bed. Congratulations; you lost the game.
>> Anonymous
>>63284580

Hey, it's a creepypasta thread, what were you expecting?

And I'm sitting in the very chair my grandfather died in, so nyeah.
>> Anonymous
>>63265594
FUCKING SHIT, I GOT TROLLED HARD.
>> Anonymous
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At the edge of the Pacific ocean, on some abandoned beach in the tropics, there is a large, smooth rock that sits just beyond the reach of the highest tides. It is not cracked or marked in any way, and the smooth black stone reflects even the faintest of light. It's curved and formed in just such a way that if you are very careful, you can climb on top of it from the side, and stand on a flat area at the top.

If you stand on the rock when the moon is full and shining, and the water is at its highest point, you can see something in the sea below you. A faint shimmer of light, a flash of something you can't quite identify. It gets brighter, easier to see as you kneel down and lean closer, over the edge of the rock.

Once you are leaning out further than would probably be safe, your left leg will slip on the slippery stone, and you will fall forward into the light. There is no splash, no sound; you simply disappear into the ocean.

No one knows what happens after you disappear. But there are some who claim to have fallen off the same rock, what seems like a lifetime ago. According to the earthly calendar, they were gone for one day, then washed up on another beach, sometimes half a world away. But their eyes are hardened, and they rarely speak anymore, only occasionally muttering of fiery paths and gibbering demons.
>> Anonymous
>>63284636
Fuck you nigger
>> Anonymous
>>63285085
I love you too Anon.
>> Anonymous
>>63265862

moar
>> Anonymous
holy shit, i started this thread like 4 hours ago and its still alive. damn
>> Anonymous
>>63283065
itt: times you got caught fapping by your parents in the middle of the night. welcome to /b/.
>> Anonymous
>>63283065
>>63283922

Full story of my worst ever creepy encounter.
I was only about 13 or 12 when this happened,i was spending the night with a good friend of mine,but shes not important to the story.

It was time to sleep,and before i get into anything else,its important you know my dear friends home is old,very old,made of bricks and termite devoured woods.their vents carry sound from other rooms.the main vent comes from under the house,in a basement like space.Her parents were asleep,soundly.and her mother eventually left for graveyard shit at her job.leaving only her father,who slept on the couch.

She and I settled in,ready for sleep and she went to bed before me.I lay there,staring at the ceiling,quite,unmoving.i could feel that horrible "something above me" feeling.around that time,i could hear a hissing noise from her vents.they weren't on,and the only sound that it could possibly be was from under the house.i freaked,i sat up and shook my friend,she awoke and listened for it.it was a hiss,it was whispers.we peeked over the edge of the bed and we both saw bloody footprints,facing the bed.we lied back,horrified,we looked again,they were facing the other way.

we tried to sleep after that,in the morning they were gone.

true fucking story.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Goddammit /b/, now I hearing weird murmers. Any copypasta explanation.
>> Anonymous
>>63265594
HEY LOOK A GIF! I should click on it!
>> Anonymous
I'm too much of a pussy to look at most of this shit.
>> Anonymous
damn still going huh?

lets see if we can keep it through the night
>> Anonymous
in b4 mod fags it up
>> Anonymous
>>63260923
GODDAMN GIFS! I'll just click and save.
>> Anonymous
You wake up late one night, not sure what woke you up but you're thirsty. You figure you must have just been really thirsty, that's what woke you up. You get out of bed and walk towards your kitchen. You don't notice at first, but it's a little darker than usual. You reach for the light, time seems to slow down as your arm reaches out and all light fades away. You can't even see the slightest outline of your arm now, and you can't seem to find the light switch.

Your hand meets a wall. Still not sure about whats going on, you figure it's just your wall, you feel around, trying to get your bearings. As you slide your had across the wall it hits a wet spot. You pull your hand away and feel the texture now on your hand. It's thick, you still can't see anything but you can feel it dripping down your hand.

You hear behind you "ah" some one with a deep voice just let out a relaxed sigh. You snap around, and the room begins to lighten back up. You can make out the walls and slowly you can see clearly, but you will never be the same; because suddenly, cocks EVERYWHERE.
>> Anonymous
>>63259554
/r/ animooted version. Plague doctor ftw
>> Anonymous
>>63263678

Time paradox
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I love you Creepypasta thread.
I'm in my room with lights out, and it's after 3am
pussies.
>> Anonymous
when i was younger i got sick for a while. food started tasting like metal so i stopped eating it, which probably added to the visual and auditory hallucinations i kept experiencing from being feverish.

one night while trying to read in my room i heard a scratching, rusty squeaking noise coming from a high shelf next to my wall. i tried to ignore it but it persisted, so i pushed over a chair to climb up and see what it was.

my mom saw me climbing and stopped me because i was sick and shouldn't have been getting out of bed, then asked me what i was doing, so i told her. she didn't hear anything, but she got up on the chair and dutifully moved my toys and clutter on the shelf to see if anything was there, which there wasn't. maybe there's a mouse in the wall, she said. she left and i went back to reading my book.
>> Anonymous
>>63287154

a little while after that my parents told me they were going to the store and would be back soon. i'd been sick for a while so they weren't worried about leaving me alone—there were no more surprises in my illness anymore.

of course, i starting hearing the squeaking again. of course, i couldn't ignore it, or the fact that mom had left the chair next to the shelf.

i climbed on and stood up carefully, feeling a little dizzy, legs wobbling from lack of use. i moved things around on the shelf for a while but like mom had said there was nothing there. the noise had stopped, anyway.

after settling back in bed, the noise started again, more insistent. maybe i had missed whatever it was the first time i looked? this time i took things off my shelf instead of moving them over to make sure i didn't miss anything. to this day i'm not sure whether i was better off having done so.
>> Anonymous
>>63287399

the shelf, after i had removed every object, appeared to be decaying. it was the color of burnt wood near the wall, flaking and peeling and moving while i looked at it. i practically fell off the chair in my horror and then moved to another part of the house to try and calm down and distract myself with tv.

but i kept seeing things moving out of the corner of my eye, near my bedroom door (our house was dreadfully small, so i couldn't really get away from it). i was starting to panic by the time my parents finally got home.

mom saw all my things on the floor and asked why i had felt the need to ignore her and do stupid things while i was sick, and i described the shelf to her. she looked and saw nothing but the normal white wall and normal white shelf, and i started crying. i couldn;t go back in there, whether or not she believed what i had seen and heard.
>> Anonymous
>>63287524

i slept on the couch that night but had this dream that when i woke up and reached over to shut off my alarm, something between the couch and the table reached up from the floor and grabbed my wrist, and pulled me down till i was face to face with it as it hissed and spat at me through hundreds of long, needleteeth, like one of those fish in the bottom of the ocean.

when i really woke up i was afraid to move until someone else in the house had woken up, just in case i needed to be rescued.

breakfast that morning tasted like iron.
>> Anonymous
>>63286886

i lol'd
>> Anonymous
Your computer's monitor abruptly dies. You curse and try to get it to turn back on, and that's when you notice your reflection. Of course, there's you seated in front of the desk in the blank, black screen, as well as those of two figures immediately behind you. Turning around, you find you are alone. The screen then immediately turns back on as if nothing happened.
>> Anonymous
>>63259891

GG
>> Anonymous
>>63287630
Pics or it didn't happen, schizo. Noone has to believe you.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
in any large town in america, they say you can go into a cheesy looking store and find something simply known as "The Game" but no matter how many times or people you ask, they will all turn you away, but if you come in 5 minutes before closing, on a full moon, on a thursday, you can slip the manager $50 USD, then give him a blow job, and we will lead you to a back room. in the back room there will be no lights except from under the door you entered, just enough to see vague shapes. in the center will be exactly one small box, chained to the ground and taped all over. as you approach it, you will notice the box is crushed and the lettering worn on the box, but can clearly make out "battletoads". they say in the box is the only copy of battletoads wii, but no one has ever proven it... the manager is an asshole and keeps your money + services.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Animooted for your pleasure. Now with moar wrigglies.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
Ever since i was young i have had a certain ability to feel things. i knew when my sister was sick, knew when my father was hurt. I knew when my uncle died an hour before we got the call. i could just feel it. Thats the worst thing about being in the place that im in now. Some hippie bitch room mate who thinks she's half wiccan saying the house is haunted. No shit the house is haunted. she cant feel the lost eight year old that stands in the corner out side my door. she doesnt have the right frame of mind to detect the large angry balding man that stomps thru the living room when no one is home. She never feels the kitchen slowly rocking back and forth. I hope she never sees them comming.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>63265922
>>63265922
>>63265922
>>63265922
>>63265922
>>63265922
>>63265922
>> Anonymous
I am not creeped out in the least. I am so messed up.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>63265922

I want to test this, but I don't...
>> Anonymous
>>63288752
GIF ALERT! FUKKEN SAVED!
>> Anonymous
Well, a good friend from my German class told me that she was working in some caverns as a tour guide, and when they were going through a dark path almost in the deepest part and she was explaining some stuff she saw with the corner of her eye a child run behind her. Some guy told her to go after that child, and she, scared, replied that they were the only ones there. The man insisted, and of course she refused to do it. She was crapped over ever again in there.
>> Anonymous
>>63288752

Do I dare...?
>> Anonymous
>>63289419
searched, there is nothing
>> Anonymous
>>63288870
thats freaking awesome, whats it from?
if thats from movie 2 imma shit brix, that was one of the most epic concepts of the silent hill games. inb4 dark world moving red walls
>> Anonymous
I'm going to go fuck my girlfriend, /b/

Keep this thread up all night

I'm sure I won't be sleeping, anyway
>> Anonymous
moar plz
>> Anonymous
.>>63289681
abandoned amusment park in japan.
there are more picture
i think the best on is the road leading into the park. - discus
>> Anonymous
>>63289667
Holy shit! Didn't that just say "there is something"? Fuck you, /b/!
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIc4VHxU7iM
>> Anonymous
In any civilized country, go to a hospital between the hours of 3 and 4 pm. Enter and walk past the clerk at the front desk; as long as it is during the hospital’s visiting hours, you will not need to state your name nor your business. If, for whatever reason, the person sitting at the desk should try to stop you, turn away immediately and run away as fast as you can, without stopping, until you collapse from exhaustion. Sleep where you fall, and if you wake up, you managed to escape in time.
>> Anonymous
>>63289031
I'm trying it. Ain't shit going on yet.
>> Anonymous
>>63290637

Otherwise, continue to walk through the hospital until you come to a cafeteria or restaurant of some sort. Approach the cashier and state in a loud clear voice that you would like the Crazy Mocha Blend. When they say that they do not have that, you MUST SAY, “Reggin cus skoc.” If you have pronounced it correctly, the cashier will immediately take you by the hand and lead you through the hospital to an elevator.
You must get on the elevator and go to floor “0.” When the elevator stops, enter the basement. All will be dead silent and there will a faint, dim light at the end of the hallway. As you proceed down the hallway, DO NOT turn around, lest the elevator door turn into a cement wall, trapping you in the hospital basement for eternity.
>> Anonymous
>>63290752

As you approach the end of the hallway, the light will get closer and closer, and you will begin to hear a noise, faint at first. It will sound like a metal pipe repeatedly smacking against human bone. The sound will get louder and louder as the faint light gets closer and closer.
When you reach the end of the hallway, you will find a small lantern hanging over a 3 foot hole in the wall. The noise will be very loud now, coming from immediately within the hole.
You must go in, and you will see your great-grandmother hunched over in a wheelchair, with a grim smile on her face. She will stare at you with soulless eyes; her mouth will fall open unnaturally and you will hear the vaguely metallic sound again.
She will be holding a small cup of coffee in her hand. You must wrench it out of her lifeless fingers and drink it. It will taste like curry mixed with menstrual blood. If you spit it out or vomit, your great-grandmother will murder you in an unimaginably horrible way.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
amidoinitrite?
>> Anonymous
>>63290864

If you manage to drink it successfully, you will be able to state the name of any living person to your great-grandmother. She will then swallow you up and the horrible sound will ring in your ears, and you will lose consciousness. When you wake up the next morning, you will be in one of the beds in the hospital. The person whose name you said to your great-grandmother will be lying in the other bed in your hospital room. They will be dead; their eyes and their mouth will be wide open in terror.
>> Anonymous
All these stories about passing some unnameable, inscrutable test with your soul on the line just so you can name some person you want dead...

... Christ, go buy a fucking gun.
>> Anonymous
>>63290084

Fuck! Why is all this cool creepy abandoned shit always in Japan?
>> Anonymous
>>63290650
It's obviously bullshit, Dave.
>> Anonymous
Envision yourself in an abandoned amusement park. The rides are covered in rust, and there's nobody in sight throughout the park. A veil of fog covers all, producing an atmosphere of utter dread. Not even the cackling of crows can be heard here.

A sudden squeak echoes from your left side.

You turn around to see the source of the noise. A few yards away is a brown-robed figure pushing what appears to be a rusty, old shopping cart. The wheels squeak as the cart rolls.

The cart stops. The figure turns its veil to look at you.

Under the veil is a decrepit old man. His nose is hooked, and his face is covered with boils. Some withered, grey hair peeks out from under the robe. A glass eye inhabits his right eye socket, but the glass eye has no pupil; it is cloudy grey, almost silver. His right eye, in stark contrast of the glass one, is a fierce shade of blue. His gaze is stern, at first, but his wrinkled lips soon stretch into an eerie grin. The grin forms into a toothed smile, the teeth yellow and gruesome, flecked with what appear to be drops of blood.

His mouth closes. The man turns back to his cart slowly, and squeaks off into the distance, as if nothing had changed.
>> Anonymous
oh god my gf is in the kitten thread ~_~ =3
>> Anonymous
>>63290084
am i the only one who wants to ride it still?
tbh i thought it was something from around chernobyl
>> Anonymous
>>63291681
cuz all the cool shit is in japan to start with?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
around this time of year way back in 1994, a group of people, about 5,000, took refuge in and around the ntarama church in rwanda. there they met there deaths at the hands of machete-wielding murders. they were not ghouls, or ghosts, or goblins. they were their neighbors, many of whom are still alive today. you can go visit them, although i'm sure everyone you meet, "wasn't one of the people involved," but there's a good chance the person you meet on the street there was hacking apart his neighbors inside this church.

this isn't creepypasta. this actually happened. look it up.

sleep tight.
>> Anonymous
In a certain college in America there is a residence building with 4 elevators in the interior lobby. Two of these operate normally. The other two, opposite the first, do not. Both of these operate slowly, taking time to open as though they don't want their passengers to leave. The one on the right when facing them causes it's riders to feel more tired, as though it saps the energy from them. This is the truth for it draws it's energy from the passengers who ride it. The second it far more dangerous.
>> Anonymous
>>63280738
>>63291540
>>63291540
>>63291540
>>63291540
>>63291540
>>63291540
>>63291540
god bless you sir
>> Anonymous
/r/ a prolapse shoop w/ lotus seeds
>> Anonymous
>>63292205
Upon getting into this elevator riders note that the buttons are an eerie red rather than the pale orange of the others. They do not feel more tired but always seem more agitated and apprehensive. This elevator will operate normally most of the time. But some nights, when one enters it alone, it deviates from normal function. The elevator, though not linked to any basement, will go down.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>63265878
It's the Gman! This is really the first thing I thought of.
>> Anonymous
>>63292085
Doesn't that happen like, everyday?
>> Anonymous
>>63292644
Posted this, sorry, I meant this story.
>>63265922
>> Anonymous
>>63291725
but i want it so badly to be true.
>> Anonymous
Goddammit moar like this
>>63266277
And this goes nicely with it
>>63259031
>> Anonymous
>>63261724
Guys yahoo news said last month that the US is planning on refacing the us coins in the next few year. This could possibly be real. Gave me extra chills when I read the news on yahoo, esp. because I actually researched this and in a news article it said "the only object found on him was a mysterious coin"... Why would the news call it mysterious for any other reason? I cant think of one.
>> Anonymous
>>63292085
I've seen Hotel Rwanda dipshit.
>> Anonymous
>>63292635
The elevator only seems to go down a floor, but when the door opens there is nothing but darkness. To enter this darkness is to die and the fear in the back of your mind will tell you this in no uncertain terms. At this point people will do one of two things. Those who know only cowardess and thoughtless following will cower in fear, and those who question the world around them will have a small voice in the back of their mind tell them to face the darkness outside which appears to swallow all light.
>> Anonymous
Who writes this shit? Is there just one creepyfag?

Uh oh, I think I fucked up...

"you may ask yourself, who writes this shit? Is there just one creepyfag?

You feel a desire to hit F5. Whatever you do, don't strike that key..."
>> Anonymous
>>63291681
What the hells the name of this park anyways?
>> Anonymous
>>63293555
It is then that something will come out of the darkness. His name will be death and all will know him on sight. He will look upon the person in the elevator and they will be afraid, for all humans fear dying. To those who cower he will as them to rise. Should they do so, though few do, they will be as well off as those who stood their ground. Should they not.. the consiquences will be covered later. To those who rise, or never fell, death will offer advice. Saying 'No.' is an option, death will respect any who would deny him and will smile and say your time has yet to come. Accepting death's offer, however, has rewards. He will tell you of a crossroads in your life, one path leading to pain and himself, and one; to fulfillment. After either answer Death will leave and the door will open on the floor of your choice.
>> Anonymous
This isn't really a creepy story per-say, but it's weird as fuck.

My friend and his mom used to live in this little house on the coast. There were cliffs overlooking the ocean a couple hundred yards from their house, separated by a thick, low forest of cypress trees. Sometimes, when they were feeling adventurous, the two of them would hike out through the woods to the ocean after dark.

Now, I don't know if you've ever been in a cypress forest at night, but it is creepy as fuck. I went with them once when I was staying over, and I was scared shitless. Those trees are the most gnarled, sinister-looking things ever when it's pitch black, and their foliage is usually so thick up high that it blocks out the sky. Plus they lived near a public park, so there were hobos that lived out there. My friend made a point of carrying some kind of weapon with him every time just in case.

Anyway, they were doing this hike one time, and his mom came across a big stump in a clearing. On the stump was an open bible, turned to Revelations, and there was a knife sticking into it. They immediately got the fuck out of there.
>> Anonymous
>>63293205
That was the original /x/ post. Thing is obviously plastic or some bullshit.
>> Anonymous
>>63268027
Lol, too bad this doesn't work

Here's the NicoVideo version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f5DcxiqyD20
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
On the internet, there is a message board. Occasionally, someone will post a thread asking for generally creepy stories. These threads are usually long and contain a lot of entertaining reading.

However, occasionally someone will enter the thread and post only an 8-digit number that if read, will give you a specific recurring nightmare for three nights.

In this nightmare, you visited in your sleep by a man with a very curious smile. During these visits, he performs unspeakable acts. And repeats a phrase over and over again. This phrase is different each night.

At the end of these three nights, the events of one of the stories posted in the thread will happen to you.

It is said also that if you dial this 8-digit number into a payphone at exactly 2:30 AM, a voice with no discernable gender will answer and tell you all of the great secrets of eternity.
>> Anonymous
It is said that there is a man with an erection, and if you masturbate him, he will cum on your face.
>> Anonymous
>>63291323
you're ghay
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
OP here, damn I can't believe this shit is still going
>> Anonymous
>>63272334

YUO MAGNIFICENT BASTARD
>> Anonymous
12623612
>> Anonymous
>>63294725
Bastard.
>> Anonymous
>>63295212

I do my best.
>> Anonymous
>>63294605
Those who continue to cower will face the ire of death. He will pin them to the wall and proceed to skin them alive, slowly, starting at the fingertips and toes, working in. All the while telling you of all the point in your life you could have taken a better path and where that would have lead you. This seems cruel but it is an offer of sorts. Many will scream and cry, but a few will work up their nerve at their seeming end and spit in death's face. This truely is the only option left. Death will stop his gruesome work for a second and declare "For that you will survive this." He resumes his work until, skin only remains on the neck and head. He then whispers into the person's ear of their own death. This death is sealed and can never change. The person will pass out and hours later be rescued after becoming 'trapped in an elevator'. The will be alive, but know their fate, and be powerless to change it.
>> Anonymous
>>63259031

wtf is this shit? It scares me to death.
>> Anonymous
>>63258558
http://images.flyingstove.com/galleries/dotswf/bluering.swf
>> Anonymous
>>63295437
I would speak of those who fail to recover any spine in facing death, but there is nothing to say. They vanish. Though some nights, when you ride that box from floor to floor you'd swear you can hear distant sobbing, and whenever a student in residence disappears you'd swear the buttons glow just a little brighter.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Yall are probly going to think im full of shit, but my mom lives out in the boonies, we got like 7 acres, about 1.8 is our house lawn etc. the rest is woods. We have lots of coyotes, and they recently started coming closer and closer to the house. When they howl, it sounds like someone screaming and getting their throat ripped out or some shit...about 2 weeks ago, pack of about 5 of them got so close i could clearly see them in the flood lights, not even fucking kidding, i swear to go everyone of them was looking up at me in my window, i wanna say they were smiling but when canines pant it kinda looks like it...once again this is OC, and when they howl, you wont fucking sleep, its the worst sound you will ever hear...
>> Anonymous
>>63295717

Papier-mâché?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>63295934


http://youtube.com/watch?v=bJGv9bWBwYI&feature=related

Aaaaawwww. ^_^
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Tequila and Salt


This should probably be taped to your bathroom mirror
where one could read it every day.

You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.


1. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. You are special and unique.
8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
10 When you think the world has turned its back on you take another look.
11 Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
So.........
If you are a loving friend,
send this to everyone,
including the one that sent it to you.
If you get it back, then they really do love you.

And always remember....
when life hands you Lemons,
ask for Tequila and Salt and call me over!

Good friends are like stars........
You don't always see them,
But you know they are always there.
'Whenever God Closes One Door
He Always Opens Another, Even Though
Sometimes It's Hell in the Hallway'**

I would rather have one rose
and a kind word from a friend while I'm here
than a whole truck load when I'm gone.

Forward to all your friends.
And don't tell me you're too busy for this..
Don't you know the phrase
'stop and smell the flowers'?
See how many 'bouquets' you end up with!

Happiness keeps You Sweet,
Trials keep You Strong,
Sorrows keep You Human,
Failures keeps You Humble,
Success keeps You Glowing,
But Only God keeps You Going

Have a great day!
>> Anonymous
>>63296506
not even like that lol, its worse. I think they might be wild dogs, but they look like coyotes and are all to small to be dogs...
>> Anonymous
>>63296751
Tits or gtfo
>> Anonymous
>>63296751
perfect end to this thread
>> Anonymous
>>63296858

Have you ever heard a fucking bobcat scream? Now THAT is a noise straight from the depths of hell. They sound like children being murdered.
>> Anonymous
A friend of mine recently recounted this story to me on a trip to Japan.

It seems there is a ghost car on Mt. Akina in the Gunma Prefecture. This was discovered when a group of youths were recklessly racing on the mountain one night. At around 4am, one of them recounts suddenly seeing an unfamiliar pair of headlights in his rearview mirror. He attempted to outrun the mystery vehicle but it quickly closed in on him. On a particularly tight turn, the mystery vehicle was able to pass him with ease. It then quickly sped off into the night, despite the now spooked driver still struggling to keep up. Even more astounding was the ghost car: an old worn out coupe long out of production, while the youths had modern sports cars. The youths asked around in the town at the foot of the mountain, as to whom this mysterious driver was, but no one had any idea. The only car in town to fit the description belonged to the local drunk, a man ill prepared for such stunts.
>> Anonymous
>>63265166
omg! I CANT SLEEP /b/ halp!
>> Anonymous
/b/ it's the middle of a thunderstorm here, what if my lights go out?
>> Anonymous
>>63297538
I think I could, but considering I'm on /b/ and it's after midnight. I'll end up pulling an all-nighter anyway.
>> Anonymous
>>63297747
Haha, you suck. You're dead.
>> Anonymous
>>63297257
I fall asleep to that sound every night... (the children, not the Bobcat).
>> Anonymous
>>63297450

Old drunk Japanese fucks are not ghosts.
>> Anonymous
>>63297747
Become an hero before creepy spirit shit gets you.
>> Anonymous
>>63297747

You'll be forced to face life without being connected to the internet? Horrible, I know.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Needs moar pics
>> Anonymous
I need you to listen carefully. I don't know how many of you are going to understand and, to be honest, if we stand any chance we need as many people to understand as possible.

I'm an experimental physics researcher, and, admittedly, a huge paranormal fan. Anyway, I've noticed that many, many cultures all have similar tales of an ancient evil force who has threatened to (or has, occasionally) destroy humanity/ the world/ whatever. Especially in the Incan culture, where the world has been destroyed many times over, each time survivors repopulating the world with their kin.

While this pattern has always held interest to me, I recently began noticing irregularities in a little pet project of mine I run at the university. Basically, to help visualize it, imagine that I'm a two-dimensional square living in what, to me, is a two-dimensional universe. The only directions are up and down, left and right. However, being the inquisitive type and, admittedly, fairly bright, I make a device that extends in a theoretical direction I dub "Out". Now, this device is capable of extending outwards from my two-dimensional universe and seeing the rest of the universe, as well as taking resonation images and reporting these back to me.

After I made this device, I just started pointing it in random directions and, after a few months of coming up with fucking nothing, I came up with something that was pretty shocking, really.
>> Anonymous
What it was, so far as I could tell, was the surface of our three-spacial universe, but with a fuckton of tiny little extensions out into four-space. From what I could see, they were part of the human nervous system, in the frontal lobes. Whatever, I'm not a biologist. They looked pretty blurry in what I had so, taking a few more readings of the same coordinates, I figured out that they're actually vibrating. There you go, not so amazing, but whatever.

Anyway, while it was interesting, I sure as hell wasn't going to get a Nobel Prize for this, so I kept taking readings.

This is where it gets shocking. I was taking more readings of what I'd dubbed 'the abyss', the seemingly empty sections of four-space which I assume are the gaps between planets or something, and I made out a faint splotch out in the distance. I cleaned my equipment a few times, disassembling and reassembling it, but the splotch didn't go away. There was something out there.

Anyway, this too was interesting, but unlikely to get me a nobel prize, shitloads of money and a Nintendo DS, so I built an enhanced version of my apparatus, which would hopefully increase the magnification and let me see what celestial object I could see.

Well, I was wrong, but not about the magnification. It wasn't some kind of hyperspacial planet or star. No, this was unmistakably biological. I mean, from what I could see. You have to understand that human eyes and, infact, most of our bodies function only with three-spacial stimuli, so this whole time I've only been getting snatches of things. Weird cross sections. Whatever.
>> Anonymous
This... thing, was huge. I mean, even at that distance, the thing was big. It looks to be a few astronomical units away, but I honestly can't tell, there're no points of reference. And it's awake. It's moving. There are organs and a circulatory system. I can't tell if it's weightless because of zero-gravity conditions or if the 'void' is actually full of gas and it's somehow holding itself aloft. Maybe there's a solid surface and I just can't see it. Either way, this giant fucking thing is out there. And I think it can see me.

Every night, I've been losing sleep over this. It's there, right now. It can see me, even as I type this. This thing can see literally everything unfolding in the three-spacial universe. We probably appear as a torus or something, to them.

But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I've been thinking about the concurrent myth-cycles. Always is this great destroyer, and powerful entities. And then I remembered our brains.

In the same way as some species of fish I saw on Discovery Channel find prey by sensing their vibrations, this thing or it's kind have been feeding on us for millenia. When there are enough of us, with our brains all constantly stimulating the four-spacial plane, it realizes we're here. It comes over, NOM NOM NOM, next era of man begins. This could have been going on since cave men. We could be like fucking sheep. We sit here, getting on with our business, and we never fucking suspect a thing and then fucking BAM, slaughterhouse.
>> Anonymous
moar of OP pics, im interested in purchasing an old amusment park to fix it up and attract small children...
>> Anonymous
http://www.ghostvideos.ws/ghost-car-drives-through-a-fence-during-high-speed-pursuit.html
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Don't tell me this river of win is drying up!
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
This is from my trip to NYC, it's in the Freedom Tunnel. Fucking creepy...
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
They are the ones tickling your back whenever you feel chills.
They are the ones watching you when you feel watched.
They are the ones who lurk in the darkest of your soul.
Do not look at them. Do not even think of them.
Once you see them they will see you. Once you think of them they will think of you.
Trust me, you don't want that.

Do you feel that noise behind you right now?
Do not turn back.
Do not listen to it.
Control your breathing.
They are aware now.

All they have to do now is wait.
Wait for you to sleep.
And so, they are watching, ever vigilant, for the moment you close your eyes.

Sleep well.

What ever you do, do not think of them.

They're getting nearer and nearer now.
>> Anonymous
>>63300019

You know, I was going to write something for you guys, but this thread is living past it's death sentence.
>> Anonymous
>>63300064
you just dont get taggers.

dope kuma handstyle though
>> Anonymous
In a certain area of a certain city in Pennsylvania is an area of flat concrete, the kind of place used as a basketball court or similar, near to a school building. If you wait in this area on the 10th September, you will eventually be approached by two youths with an aggressive demeanor about them. The youths will challenge you to a fight, which you must accept. Following the brawl, return to your home. It is important that you tell your mother of this incident. She will become perturbed by your tale, and order you to leave for an area of Los Angeles. You will be compelled to obey her.

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

When you arrive in Los Angeles, seemingly only seconds later, you must speak again to the driver, this time saying "Yo home, smell ya' later". DO NOT LOOK BACK AS THE TAXI LEAVES. You will be dropped off at the entrance to a large mansion. Approach the door and knock three times. If you follow these instructions exactly, you will become the star of a popular television sitcom. However, after 5 years, 8 months and 10 days have passed, your life will end in the most unimaginably hideous way.
>> Anonymous
http://youtube.com/watch?v=GKFbB5z3Dlk

after you watch this, you die
>> Anonymous
>>63298830
>>63299016
>>63299125
Close, but the 4th dimension is actually time. 5th is probabilities. now it could be possible that such a device could be actually exploring the 6th dimension.

http://www.tenthdimension.com/medialinks.php
>> Anonymous
>>63262935
Man I could make ap icture just like this with the duplex my dad just bought. Not scary. Fat kid in an unrenovated house.
>> Anonymous
I think the win has left.

This was however, one of the most entertaining threads I've read in a while. /b/ravo, Anon.
>> Anonymous
>>63302891
indeed
>> Anonymous
>>63262380
that was pretty strange if not shopped etc
>> Anonymous
Go to jkcinema.com and look up their urban legends series.
>> Anonymous
>>63258623
Haha, sagefail.
>> Anonymous
the one with the girl finding the message in the bathroom with her dogs blood always gets me and it just pops in my head at random times of the night then i cant sleep
>> Anonymous
http://www.ghostvideos.ws/ghost-of-a-young-girl-cries-in-the-corner.html

Masonry was exuded at FULL force