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Howzabout a creepy thread /b/?

Rumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror there will be a faint image of a fleshless infant with pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering. You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occurred within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed. For each question that is answered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someone you know. That person will be found dead the next morning, after a night of unimagninable horror, with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.
>> Anonymous
In almost every building, there is one corner, one small enclosure that no one ever looks at. It's the corner in the basement that has been blocked by a disused sofa for years; the thin space in the attic between the wall and the stacks and stacks of crates full of junk you never use, but could never throw away. The space that never sees the light of day, or any other kind of light at all. Where darkness does not merely dominate, but practically oozes out from around the edges of its prison.

No one knows quite how long a space must remain concealed for it to acquire this particular property, nor if there are any specific conditions it must meet. But it is a far more common occurrence than you might think.

In newer buildings, when this happens, the residents often report feeling cold when passing by, even in attics during the hottest of summers. Whenever contemplating taking a quick peek to see if there is anything actually there, an unnatural dread seizes them, and they leave the room quickly, if not quite running. Once left behind, the feeling passes, and it is quickly forgotten, or laughed off.

What actually happens in these forgotten sanctuaries of the dark? It is impossible to tell. For while many such corners have been exposed to reveal absolutely nothing, some brave souls have lost their sanity through nothing more than an ill-timed glance. The safest thing to do when encountered with such a phenomenon; close your eyes, rip away the area's covering in a single motion, then keep a tight hold on what you've pulled away. No matter what you hear or feel, do not get up, do not look around, and do not try to cover your ears. You might be one of the lucky ones.
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tl;dr
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It is said that during 11 pm on any Sunday, eat a banana and dont drink water. at 12 midnight, look in the mirror for 7 seconds and then sleep. In the middle of your sleep, you will encounter a figure who will give you water, he or she is your soulmate. However, at that precise moment, you SHOULD wake up. If you stay asleep for even less than a second, the exact image of your death and your soulmate's will flash before you. Give it a try, you will be amazed at what you see. I know I did.

-emailed by Ernest Kell, WTC victim, few moments before his death.
>> Anonymous
Prominently displayed in the children's section of the Houston Downtown Public Library, among several others of the same title, My First Cookbook appears as a run-of-the-mill children's cookbook, complete with large print, simple instructions, colorful, friendly illustrations and a somewhat disproportionate desert section. In fact, the only major deviation from this theme is an article near the end of the book entitled "A Recipe for Success". This is a complex, macabre ritual involving human sacrifice, self mutilation and sacrilege, as well as more curious and innocuous practices such as walking down a stair case with a prime number of stairs taking them two at a time and then up it taking them three at a time. It's written in the same cheerfully simple prose as the rest of the book and accompanied by the same helpful, pastel drawings.
>> Anonymous
Someone post story about chick knocking on your door to kill you. Want to show a friend.
>> Anonymous
OPs pic is so kawaii ^________________^
>> Anonymous
if you notice your pet cat looking...no...studying you, don't give them a questioning look. if you do, they'll blink and will be gone the next day. my friend watched his cat back for too long. the next day i stopped by his house and looked in. the cat was at the computer but saw me and jumped down. every time i tried to call him, the phone would be answered but hang up immidetly. after a little bit it just didn't ring anymore. so i returned and looked back in the window. there were three cats (he only had one) standing around on the inside of his place. they looked at me and departed. creeped out, i left. i went back a week later with another friend and went inside. a cat, a strange one that wasn't there before ran from his bedroom. when we went in, he was laying crumpled in the closet, hugging himself and shaking. surrounding him were tens of dead mice. "don't look...don't look..." he kept mumbling to himself. he figured out what the cat was doing...
>> Anonymous
lol.
>> Anonymous
A young man and his new bride were honeymooning in Paris when his wife went into a restroom and didn't return.

With time the man began to fear the worst and went to the police, the police thought it was most likely the girl simply had second thoughts about the marriage, but they checked it out anyway and found no evidence of foul play

As weeks turned into months the man finally gave up on finding his beautiful wife but his life fell into a shambles he was so filled with grief.

Unable to hold a job or go on with his life, he took to wandering the world looking for anything that might ease his pain.

Years later in Borneo he came upon a freakshow in an old shabby building, he went in on a whim. In the last filthy cage he saw a twisted, scarred and mutilated woman rocking back and forth and groaning strange animal-like noises. He screamed as he recognized the birthmark on his wife's face.
>> Anonymous
>>64268825
Bump for /r/equest
>> Anonymous
>>64268957

wtf is that shit
>> Anonymous
Anybody have that story
>> Anonymous
>>64269186

go to bed david
>> Anonymous
Do it faggots
>> Anonymous
>>64269308

go to bed david
>> Anonymous
In before holders series.
>> Anonymous
>>64269330
Stop telling me what to do, Dad!
>> Anonymous
A teenage girl, popular, rich, and happy, was walking through a store with her mom and saw a beautiful porcelain doll, which would look great with her collection. She demanded that her mother buy it for her. He mother agreed, and got it for her.

As soon as the girl returned home, she unpacked the doll and set it on a stand above her bed. She then left her room and went out with her friends. When she got home, it was late and she was tired. She went to her room, put on her pajama's and tucked herself into bed.

When she woke up the next morning, she saw a note attached to her lamp beside her bed. It was from her mother, telling her they'd be out of town until next Sunday. She yawned and noticed that her cheek was sore, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She got dressed and went to school.

This went on for a few days until she woke up and her cheek was extremely sore. She decided she'd check it out in a minute or two, then went about her room, picking out what she would wear. She finally decided and walked over to her full body mirror and noticed a large, ugly lump on her cheek.

Figuring it was a pimple, she squeezed it... and felt something moving. All of the sudden, spiders began pulling themselves out of the lump. She screamed, but since there was no one home in her huge house, nobody heard her. She tore at the spiders but there were millions... and she died of the poison in their bites.

>> Anonymous
>>64269395
How scary
>> 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 be looking at SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container. Personnel are to warn each other before blinking.
Description: Moved to Site19 1993, little is known about item number SCP-173's origins. It is constructed from concrete and rebar and was once painted with Crylon brand spraypaint.
SCP-173 is animate and malevolent, if given the chance it will kill anyone within its line of site. Its weakness however is that it does not move while being watched. Despite this paralysis it is still highly dangerous, able to cover at least 2 meters in the literal blink of an eye. It typically kills by either snapping the victim's neck from behind, or grabbing the victim's throat and strangling them. Whatever animates SCP-173 does not give it much force with which to break things; as seen above, a large room with unbarred windows is fully capable of containing it. Its grip however is unbreakable, as when it is not moving the statue is as hard and strong as concrete.
While left alone in its room, one can hear a stone-on-stone scraping from within that is believed to be the sound of the SCP-173 moving about.
The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. We don't know where it comes from or how it arrives but SCP-173's container will slowly fill with these substances. In order to ensure that bacterial growth within does not begin to damage the building it is contained in, and to maintain some level of sanitation, the enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
>> Anonymous
>>64269362

ITS GOOFY TIME
>> Anonymous
>>64268168
i wanna have sechs with this.
>> Anonymous
creepy thread fails
>> Anonymous
>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
Biggie Smalls
>> Anonymous
Biggie Smalls
>> Anonymous
Biggie Smalls
>> Anonymous
Biggie Smalls
>> Anonymous
Biggie Smalls... AH !!
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WTF IS THIS SHIT?
>> Anonymous
FUCK BIGGIE SMALLS THIS BE TUPAC AND I AINT DEAD FAG LETS ROCK THIS SHIT HIT EM UP!
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HAY GUISE WATS GOIN ON IN DIS THRED??!??!!1!?!
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O HAY GUYZ WATS GOIN ON IN DIS THRED?
>> Anonymous
>>64270063
Just rappin'. Whats up with you?
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>>64270244

LOLZ U KNO CHILLIN KEEPIN IT REAL, TEH UZE.
>> Anonymous
Op here, I guess /b/ doesn't want creepypasta...well. I'm off to bed and I'm taking my fai lwith me to page ten.
>> Anonymous
gtfo eminem you fucking faggot
>> Anonymous
>>64270500

HAI EMINEM COULD U PLAYZ ME DAT SONG ABOUT LIKES VIOLENCE AND SHITZ?
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>>64270661

YEA OF CORSE NIGGA I KEEP IT REAL YOU KNOW?
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>>64268168

Look back. Notice the first sentence in that creepypasta. It doesn't quite fit with the rest of the text. It tells you about a "void," but none of the rest of the text has anything to do with a void. Instead it's about a baby-demon who grants death wishes. Why do you think that is? A friend of mine once speculated that the content of creepypasta is controlled by evil forces, but that the first sentence is immune to their powers. He set out to study the first sentences of all known creepypastas in an effort to discover their secrets. That was the week he killed himself.
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