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Anonymous
Time for a creepypasta thread, /b/!
>> 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
I just stole four seconds of your life. Enjoy that.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
The legend is that if you sit in three of the graveyard chairs from midnight until one minute after midnight, you will have the ability to see ghosts -- but you will pay with your life. This, however did not apply to three high-school football players on Halloween Night in 1976. They pulled into the graveyard, in the middle of a large, open area. They had heard the legend and decided to try it, but one of them refused to try it. The friend sat down and watched the other boys run from one chair to the other. Then he sensed that something was wrong. They were leaning over to the side with their eyes rolled back, rasping. The boy began frantically screaming for help as his friends kneeled over and grabbed his leg. It is said that the boy also saw spirits for an instant. The boys died and the survivor never spoke a word. Of course, there were people mourning their loved ones nearby. They witnessed the event and filed a police report detailing what happened. No one really knows what those chairs are, except that they have been there since the town was founded.
>> Anonymous
Nine hikers set out into the wilderness and were never seen alive again. Their bodies were found in groups a good distance from their camp, all in little more than underwear, as if they had to flee their tent in a hurry. Their tent was ripped open from the inside, like they didn’t even have time to use the tent’s door. Five of the hikers showed no signs of trauma and likely died from hypothermia — two of which were found around a temporary fire that they made while in their underwear. None of them seemed to dare to return to the tent. The other four hikers died of internal injuries but showed no external wounds, one from a fractured skull, and two from fractured chests, as if they had been crippled by extreme pressure.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyatlov_Pass_Accident
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Nine hikers set out into the wilderness and were never seen alive again. Their bodies were found in groups a good distance from their camp, all in little more than underwear, as if they had to flee their tent in a hurry. Their tent was ripped open from the inside, like they didn’t even have time to use the tent’s door. Five of the hikers showed no signs of trauma and likely died from hypothermia — two of which were found around a temporary fire that they made while in their underwear. None of them seemed to dare to return to the tent. The other four hikers died of internal injuries but showed no external wounds, one from a fractured skull, and two from fractured chests, as if they had been crippled by extreme pressure.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyatlov_Pass_Accident
>> Anonymous
Many classic horror icons share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind. Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal. The question you have to ask yourself is this: What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could affect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?
>> Anonymous
From the year 1764 to 1767, in the Gevaudan region of France, between 70 and 110 men, women and children were eaten. Witnesses described a gigantic wolflike creature , the size of a horse or cow, with black fur, a lion-like back and tail, with huge paws. Many of these attacks were in broad daylight; some were even in the middle of towns. The beast attracted the attention of King Louis XV, who sent his royal hunters to find and kill the animal. Several hundred wolves were killed, including one massive specimen believed to be the perpetrator. Several weeks later, reports of the beast once again surfaced, and continued for months.
Several more attempts were made on it's life. The beat would stand against dozens of men on horseback, be shot with innumerable bullets, and get away. It was witnessed to have fallen as if dead, then rise up and flee with incredible speed, only to kill the next day or week.
In 1767, a farmer was praying in the woods. He saw the beast appear in front of him. As he was hunting, he grabbed his rifle, and still in prayer, shot the beast between the eyes. No more accounts of the Beast of Gevaudan exist after this event.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beast_of_G%C3%A9vaudan
>> Anonymous
women have the right to vote.... still scares the fuck outta me
>> Anonymous
If your traveling around countryside you may come upon an old town. Now, it is said, that if you walk around that town's well at a special night, you may see your true love. That is not quite true.

It is true, that if you happen around that well at midsummers day, you do see something. A person, of a kind. But if you walk around it twice, you see it is a very familiar person. And if you walk around it thrice, you see it is actually you, and then it's already too late.

Because, that person is your negative self. If you ever see that person, you will change place with it, and it will take your place, and you it's in a world where everything is negative of this one.

It is not quite clear which one is worse, to see such a place, or to realize that original myth of "true love" isn't that much of a myth after all.
>> Anonymous
You'd be surprised to find out how few "real" people there are in this world.
>> Anonymous
There was once a civilization in the Amazon that used a calendar that counted backwards rather than forwards.
No one's really sure what's going to happen when it gets to zero.
>> Anonymous
>>66216424

Really? Sauce?
>> Anonymous
>>66216145

i do not understand. please explain.

>>66214759


I am incredibly intrigued, sauce?

>>66216424

also, sauce.
>> Anonymous
>>66216424
Sauce... Nao? Mudkipz? :3
>> Anonymous
There is a place in the internet, a message board, that only a very few knew about, and even fewer even dear to mention. Sometimes a troll, or a newfag, is tricket there, but no one ever speaks of it contents. Some say it's a trap, but the truth is, no one really knows.

For when someone is given an url to there, and if he is a fool enough to click it, that person is never seen again. Still, somewhere, you can spot some traces of his saying even after that.

Most people assume that content of the internet appears there because people write it for they own free will, without excepting anything or much in return. Truth is much more hideous.
>> Anonymous
>>66214759

If the police never released that information, how do you know it happened?
>> Anonymous
>>66217517
wut?

creepythread is phail, come on lets get some more like>>66214759goin.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>66214759
i just shit my pants

more like this
>> Anonymous
>>66214759
seriously, i'd pay to see that.
>> Anonymous
Somewhere in the world, there is a collection of books. Perhaps it's in a dusty, unpainted shelf in the back corner of someone's attic, perhaps it's in a set of musty boxes in the basement of some tiny, obscure library. It contains a few hundred volumes, all handwritten, ranging from leatherbound volumes with yellowing pages two hundred years old through to modern spiral-bound notebooks. All of them are diaries, some by famous people, some by not-so famous people, but all by the most horrific madmen and murderers the world has ever known. And the collection is growing. For if you ever find it, you will hear a faint scratching sound, coming from the newest volume of the set. This volume will be new, and filled with blank pages, except for the first. On this first page, you will find the beginning of your own diary, written in your own hand.
>> Anonymous
>>66214589
agreed
>> Anonymous
The book of Sands, Amirite?
>> 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
In 1938, over 6,000 patients were checked into mental hospitals all across America within one week of each other. Reports of similar instances supposedly came from Europe and Asia as well. The circumstances of each patient were, eerily, identical.

Every patient completely shut down, shivering in the corner until their family, unable to calm or care for the individuals, committed them.

The only thing the patients would say was: "There is not, and never has been, such a thing in this world as a meaningless coincidence."
>> Anonymous
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So as I'm reading this fucked up thread, I get creeped out and go turn the lights on in the apartment. While I'm doing this, I get a text message on my cell phone from my wife. She works as a nurse on the night shift at Grant hospital in Columbus Ohio. The text of this message is as follows:
"Omg! Psycho patient just now. Screaming. Restrained in leathers."
This was happening while I read the thread. It's unsettling. So I leave the lights on and lock myself in the computer room.

About five minutes ago I heard scratching on the door, which stopped after about a minute. Didn't worry me, my cat scratches on the computer room door all the time when she wants in here. But just now, I realized my cat is sleeping on the floor next to my desk. She was sleeping anyway. Now she's just staring at the door.

I don't know if I want the scratching to start back up or not. What if it's looking for another way in?

Fuck.
>> Anonymous
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This could be normal depending on your situation, but this morning will be different. While your environment will all seem exactly the same, you’ll notice that everything is quieter than normal. If you go outside, you will notice a distinct lack of anything like birds, insects… or people. As far as you travel, you will not encounter another sentient human being. The entire world will be intact, but empty except for yourself.

There are currently over 100,000 missing persons cases in the United States. Some are just normal cases of murder or kidnappings, but in others, the disappearance cannot be explained and no remains of the person are ever located.
>> Anonymous
Have you ever really observed roots of the trees for many days? Why would anyone do so, you ask? I tell you why. I've been doing so for weeks now, I've watched them over night, I've watched them days, and I've seen something strange. They move. And not just in way trees should, but slowly. Over the nights I've seen, when people sleep, they come just a little bit closer. Every night. Closer to houses, to roads, to every building humankind have ever done. Those shadows you saw dancing in your window as a kid? Well, you were right all the time.

They are coming.
>> Anonymous
Black Eyed Kids (sometimes called Black Eyed Children or BEK) are said to be children with eyes that are solid black, with no differentiation between sclera, pupil or iris. Those who report encounters with them often feel that the children were somehow supernatural and very dangerous. The first known sighting was recounted in a 1997 usenet posting by journalist Brian Bethel.
In his initial post, Brian Bethel reported of a meeting with two unusually confident and eloquent children who attempted to talk him into giving them a ride in his car. Bethel said in his post that he nearly opened the door to admit the children, even though he found them vaguely unsettling, until he realized that their eyes were completely black, with no iris or sclera. He reports that, as soon as he realized this, the children became angry and insistent, and he drove away quickly. His posting implies that the children may have been using some form of low-level mind control to induce him to open the car door.
Since Bethel's original post, there have been other reports of similar experiences in other parts of the country. These accounts are similar to Bethel's in that they generally involve the children's request that the person let them inside their car or house, frequently using an excuse such as "I need to get home to my mother" or something that implies the child is in need of assistance.
Experiences involving the Black Eyed Children generally do not explain the cause of the children's eye color (not to be confused with Aniridia which is the lack of iris; Black Eyed Children have no sclera or white either) or the origins of the children themselves. Some imply they could be ghosts or demons, specifically vampires: the encounters frequently emphasize that the children must be voluntarily admitted or invited into the house or car in question, and in this way are reminiscent of some vampire legends.
>> Anonymous
>>66220248

maybe your cat did it to get out, my best advice is put on some music. sucks to be you if you don't lie, but you probably do.
>> Anonymous
I just stole four seconds of your life. Enjoy that.
>> Anonymous
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>>66220818

wut lol
>> Anonymous
So one time I decided to slice up raw habaneros and make sure to get the juice and seeds all over my hands. Then i began to fap to see how long I could stand it. After a few times of doing this, I've grown to enjoy the burning. In fact, I can't cum anymore unless it feels like my cock and ballsack are literally on fire. Maybe I'll try my anus next . . .
>> Anonymous
lol u tk him 2 da bar??
>> Anonymous
MOARRRRRRRRRRRRRR PLEASE!
>> Anonymous
>>66222021

B&!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
You're at work alone, when you suddenly hear the copy machine start up. You walk out to take a look at what's going on and see several copies filling the tray. Picking up one of the pieces of paper you discover that it is a copy of a picture depicting you sitting in your office chair, dead, with your eyes torn out and your throat cut. The others are the same picture, but taken from increasingly bizarre angles.
There is no original picture in the copy machine. In fact, the machine has been out of toner for a week.
>> Anonymous
Fail.
>> Anonymous
There was his girl that I knew, not terribly well, in High School and we would flirt with each other a lot. Nothing was ever serious but she would tease and I would crack wise and it was just fun hanging out with her. We only saw each other once a week for club meeting and I never saw her outside club.

One day we were flirting with each other again and she was hanging onto my neck, whispering into my ear, just being really flirtatious. A half an hour into club we had mostly stopped although she was still hanging onto my neck and just resting her head on my shoulder. She whispered, and I mean really, really whispered, "make sure you lock the door" or something to that effect, something having to do with locking the door. I heard her, I understood what she said and that it had no bearing on what was going on in club and it had no meaning between us but regardless I took it in and it didn't seem odd at all.

About 10 minutes later I had to leave and I did. I went home, did some shit and left for a friends house. I was half way down the porch when I stopped, turned around, and locked the ront door. I never lock the door to the house.

Later that night I came home and found several deep gashes in the door and parts of the frame were splitered. Someone had tried getting inside.
>> Anonymous
You're walking around or something and some eerie music starts playing. You keep walking around.
>> Anonymous
When I was about 11 my parents decided my imaginary friend Izah, had lingered longer than was healthy. My father would get particularly angry about it and yell when ever the subject was brought up.

One day when I he told me he was going kick Izah out of the house. I remember he stormed down the hall into the dinning room and started screaming, like he was arguing with someone about leaving the house. I was crying and crying and my mom started down the hall yelling for him to stop. Then suddenly there was these quick thuds against the wall that made it shake, and then silence. My mother ran to see what happened and then told me to go up to my room and stay there and don't come out.

Mom says the says the hole in the dinning room wall, behind where she hung grama's picture was always there and that my dad was in the hospital because he fell down the stairs, Dad says my mom already told me what happened and I need to stop bringing it up, and Izah just says my dad is a pansy.
>> Anonymous
We apologize for the inconvenience, There is currently a glitch in the system. Please stand by while we try to fix this error. Prepare to have your recent memory wiped and for in-machine time to be set backward.
Thank you.
>> Anonymous
>>66214759

I dont get this, Shitsux
>> Anonymous
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key 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. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she 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 were red."
>> Anonymous
You need to wake up now... It's been long enough.
>> Anonymous
>>66220248

jesus christ, you and I seem to be in similar boats.

I'm wearing my two year old crappy headphones without anything playing on my computer, yet i hear a quiet, but distinct whispering in the left headphone. sounds like reading.
>> Anonymous
If you are going to sleep, try this: keep your mind focused at yourself, and don't let yourself to fall into dreamimages that come into to your mind, calling you to go with them. Eventually, if you keep focus enough, you will drop into a dark space. There, you will come to feel the presence of the Other.
At first, it is just a hounting feeling, that you are not alone, but as soon as you feel this, you realize that there is another presence besides you; and as soon as you see it, It sees you.
Your thought arise, "who is it", and as an echo, you hear it say the same thoughts, as there were two of you, and feel it close in, as if taking over you. At this point, you will feel ultimate panic, kind of which you have never felt, and jump out of your bed, feeling foolish.
There is no one known to resist that urge to panic. Maybe you are the first. Maybe you are unable. But you after the first one, every one feels odd pull to that darkness again.
>> Anonymous
years ago, while I was still in school, I was attending my math class, 4th period, on Monday. We received packets that class, and our group proceeded to finish half of the packet, after some trouble in the beginning. The class ends, and I put my homework in my locker for the next day. I come in the next day, finish my packet with my group, and proceed to relax for the rest of the class. The period ends, and I put my stuff in my locker. I come in for math on Wednesday...and it's only Tuesday. The second class never happened. No one in the class is finished. My packet, which never left school property, let alone my locker, is completed.

To complete the mindfuck, there was an especially difficult problem in the back of the packet. One girl in my group eventually figured it out on the first Tuesday, and taught us how to do it. However, on the second Tuesday, I already knew how to do it (via my extra class) and proceeded to teach everyone else first.
>> Anonymous
Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-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, personnel are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.

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

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
>> Anonymous
>>66223972

jesus they're not plugged in.
i'm gonna go throw these in the dumpster out back.
>> Anonymous
12 years ago in the town of Lebanon Connecticut a boy was watching Television in the basement of a farm house. His parents were upstairs on the main level, it was not particularly late at night. The boy always sat in the basement and watched television in a finished room in the basement, he always shut the door too. While he was watching television the TV suddenly lost its sound (picture remained) but audio was lost momentarily, it was an old TV so he didn't think much of it until he heard a loud rustling coming from outside the house. Then he heard the distinct sound of nails on glass from the basement window. The TV's sound came back and he didn't think on it any further. He looked at the clock above the TV and realized it was almost 1 am, much later than he thought. The boy knew he was late for bed time so he shut off the TV and the moment he did so he heard a loud thud come from upstairs. Startled, the boy grabbed his empty glass to bring it upstairs to be washed and noticed the clock again, it was 3 am. He walked to the door and heard a faint noise on the door. It sounded like nails brushing on the door VERY lightly...
>> 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
You know that ringing sound that you will perceive when you are in a very quiet area? Some people say this is an auditory-illusion brought about the ear's inability to detect frequencies below the threshold of the human senses. This is completely wrong. That ringing covers up something else altogether. If you are quick, patient, and maybe a little lucky, you will be able to hear past the ringing. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice, you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are saying. You will hear things of the past, the present, and the future. However, you must be careful. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body.
And when you start noticing them, they will start noticing you.
>> Anonymous
bjork
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Although the Jewish omnipotent entity we refer to by tradition as God was first called Yahweh (I am) by the Israelites, legend has it that the high priest of Israel passed from one to another his true name, made up of 72 Hebrew letters that, when spoken, would summon his presence before the speaker. This was required for their annual ritual of asking for forgiveness of the nation's sins - by asking face to face.
So what would happen if you found this combination? And what could you petition? Well, Jesus did provide a warning, "Fear not those who can destroy the body and then do no more...fear him who, after killing the body, can destroy the soul." (Luke 12:4-5)
>> Anonymous
A mason, Benjamin Franklin's links to occult secret societies have long been known. In the clip below, the History Channel talks about his involvement in the Hellfire Club, a secret society that conducted black masses and orgies. These bizarre, occult practices are still going on today in secret societies like the Bohemian club. In 1998, workmen restoring Franklin's London home dug up the remains of six children and four adults hidden below the home. The London Times reported on February 11, 1998:

"Initial estimates are that the bones are about 200 years old and were buried at the time Franklin was living in the house, which was his home from 1757 to 1762, and from 1764 to 1775. Most of the bones show signs of having been dissected, sawn or cut. One skull has been drilled with several holes. Paul Knapman, the Westminster Coroner, said yesterday: "I cannot totally discount the possibility of a crime. There is still a possibility that I may have to hold an inquest."
>> 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
>>66224475
He slowly backed away from the door and froze with fear. He looked at the clock again and it was 4 am. The boy was terrified but then suddenly he heard something coming down the stairs. The old wooden steps creaked and moaned in the way that old stairs do. He then realized that someone was not walking down the stairs, it sounded more like someone or something was SLIDING down the stairs... slowly... WHen the noise stopped the boy went to the door, he put his hand on the doorknob and it burned his skin. The handle was burning hot. He wadded up a blanket and opened the door quickly to get it over with. He peered cautiously into the damp, dark, concrete basement only to find it devoid of life. He slowly made his way to the stairs around the corned when he noticed a faint dripping noise. He looked in the direction of the stairs to find a small pool of thick red liquid at the base of the stairs. His parents were laying at the bottom of the stairs, ripped apart, his mother was in 7 pieces, his father in 19. The boy froze in fear and it wasn't until the police came several hours later after someone called about a door that looked kicked in. The house seemed normal but the door had been destroyed. The boy didn't speak a single word for 3 years, it was then that he finally told the police this story... To this day, no one knows what happened.
>> Anonymous
An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn’t certain of which direction to go, and he’d forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He’d sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: “Now your *third* wish. What will it be?”
“Third wish?” The man was baffled. “How can it be a third wish if I haven’t had a first and second wish?”
“You’ve had two wishes already,” the hag said, “but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That’s why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes.” She cackled at the poor man. “So it is that you have one wish left.”
“All right,” he said, “I don’t believe this, but there’s no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am.”
“Funny,” said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. “That was your first wish.”
>> Anonymous
My roommate went away, to visit his parents. And as always as I'm alone, it begun again: scratchin sounds, like someone is tapping on the walls. They never appear when here's more than me alone, but when I am, they always happen. So far it hasn't been that much... Just as someone scratches on the walls. Weird thing is, I can affect them talking aloud, alone. They change when I do, go to different parts of the wall, even different walls. They can't be neighbors, because they are at the wrong walls aften, and can't be rats, as walls are too thin. Here's just one room I can be alone without that, every other 3 rooms in this apartment has those noises when I am them, and only when I am alone here.
>> Anonymous
The last man on earth sat in the dark. A knock sounded at the door.
>> Anonymous
I was hanging out with my friends one night, and drove out to pick one of them up at his house. He lives kind of far back in the woods, and he has a lot of neighbors nearby that I guess are really bitchy, because every time I come up that road at night my friend tells me to drive slowly and turn the high beams off.

Anyway, I'd just picked him up, and we were on our way out, going back down the long driveway past his neighbors' houses. I forget what started the conversation, but the three of us were talking about zombies. Like, really in depth. What we'd do in a zombie invasion, what weapons we'd use, where we'd hide, etc.

Suddenly, we all hear this loud, piercing, high-pitched screaming. It seems to come from everywhere at once, and it just keeps on going. My friend and I just turn and stare at each other with the most wide-eyed, dumbstruck expressions.

Then I realized I'd left the parking break on and the breaks were squealing. We all lol'd. True story.
>> Anonymous
>>66225376
>>66224475

Holy fucking shit, I have heard that story a few times before from people, and I live in California, that story freaks me right the fuck out every time!
>> Anonymous
then the taller one turned with a look of satisfaction and pride as they watched down upon the two grand buildings tumbling down, their work was done.
>> Anonymous
i stole three enjoy less
>> Anonymous
then the taller one turned with a look of satisfaction and pride as they watched down upon the two grand buildings tumbling down, their work was done.
>> Anonymous
>>66224475
FUCK, I live in a house like that and I am in that room right now... Except I sleep down here. Thanks for keeping me up all night, sleep is over rated anyways, jackass.
>> Anonymous
/b/, i'll award every anon 1 internets for every brick shat out of my humble anus. proceed
>> Anonymous
HOLD ME, /b/ ._.
>> Anonymous
>>66223142

That sounds like a Final Fantasy game.
>> Anonymous
>>66227342
Everytime a /b/ tard shits a brick, 3 hot virgin video game loving, would be /b/ tard (except no women on the internet) women die
>> Anonymous
These threads are creepy. The stories make you uneasy, especially the ones that you can somewhat relate to. Makes you feel like someone knows you more than they should. You're feeling nervous, acting a bit more irrational than usual. You try to contain it, telling yourself that it's all in your head, yet you still can't help but notice things out of the corner of your eye, turning around every once in a while to check the room, or maybe tucking your legs up closer to you to keep from brushing against anything that might spook you. But it's okay, everyone gets nervous. I get nervous too, Tyler.

DUDE, you would have FREAKED OUT if your name was Tyler. HOW FUCKING AWESOME WOULD THAT HAVE BEEN?