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

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

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

This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist. Should you ever feel that queer chill in your back, try not to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of your eye. It might be better not to see.
>> Anonymous
>>67555492
FUCK, WHY DID I READ THAT SHIT
>> Anonymous
A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV -- the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Needless to say, the psychopath broke in about an hour later, coming up from the cellar, armed with an ax. The children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stumps of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. Was she trying to check on the children? Was she trying to get help? Or in the madness of her tortured soul, was she planning to kill the children herself?
>> Anonymous
AMIDOINITRITE?

In any city, in any country, go to any mental instituion or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of 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 horrifiying 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, if you do your death will be that of cruelity and unrelenting horror.

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

This object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
>> Anonymous
There is a small island in the Mediterranean Sea that does not appear on any map. It cannot be seen from any other island, nor can any other land be seen from it. On this island is a lighthouse, rotting from age and sea water, that is never lit. There is nothing inside it, save for a spiraling staircase that leads to the top, and an ancient, dusty bookcase.

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

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

The only problem; you will be trapped for eternity with all the evil ever known or conceived, by man or god. And the only way to escape is to douse the light.
>> Anonymous
>>67555751
Kill the kids herself....how the fuck would that play out?
>> Anonymous
>>67555751
Mmm....nubs.
>> Anonymous
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FHGFHGGFH
>> Anonymous
There was a girl named Jenna who was having a slumber party. She invited three friends but only one came.

That night, after they did all the fun activities they went to bed. Jenna's friend Mary said "goodnight" and they went to bed. Ten minutes later Jenna heard Mary counting "12345" she didn't pay much attention though she thought that Mary was counting to get to sleep.

At about 3am Jenna woke up to go to the bathroom and heard "565, 565, 566, 567" she reach over and turned on the light and turned around to see a man holding Mary's decapitated head pulling out her hair one piece at a time.
>> Anonymous
>>67555751
fail
>> 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
>>67555972
You could also challenge the evils to a game of chess, or send a robot to do all the work for you!
>> Anonymous
>>67555260

Less promotions, more brix.
>> Anonymous
>>67556037

she could stump them to death
>> Anonymous
Driving home at night, you notice that all the lights in your house/apartment are on. As you park the car, they all turn off at the same time. The house is empty and the doors are locked from the inside.

You check your watch. The big hand is on the 4, the little hand is on the 1. You’ll be late for work.

At work, you find an email in your inbox. The sender is yourself. Puzzled, you open the e-mail you apparently sent to yourself. Inside is the message “the out for watch watch.”

You look at your watch. The little hand is on the 4, the big hand is on the 1. You look back at the screen. The fourth and first words have swapped places. “watch out for the watch.” You look at your watch again.

Your watch is digital.
>> Anonymous
Do not turn around. it doesn't like to be seen.
>> 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.

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
>>67556519

SHIT SUCKS
>> Anonymous
>>67556519

fail.
i have my back pressing on the wall behind me
>> Anonymous
>>67556493
>>67556493

HOLY SHI
>> 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
http://tensesituation.ytmnd.com

I know its YTMND, but bare with me this scared the shit out of me.
>> Anonymous
On your 33rd birthday, go to your local gas station and pick up the newspaper. The classified ads will have a small segment commemorating your birth and asking you to turn around. Upon looking behind you, a man dressed in a black cloak will be advancing in your direction. If you choose to run away, he will hunt you for the rest of your life, eventually killing you. However, if you await his arrival and show no intent of fleeing, he will give you a small package. Inside, you shall find the object you most desire.
>> Anonymous
A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.

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

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

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

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".
>> Anonymous
>>67556831

didnt get it
>> Anonymous
You're entering the vicinity of an area adjacent to a location, the kind of place where there might be a monster or some kind of weird mirror. These are just examples. It could also be something much better. Prepare to enter... The Scary Door.
>> Anonymous
>>67556988
Jesus christ reminds me of Silent Hill in a way
>> Anonymous
>>67556519

SHIT SUCKS>>67556988
>> Anonymous
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Op here, only one I had saved on my computer.

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
>>67556988

DIE PLZ
>> Anonymous
MOAR
>> Anonymous
>>67556493

lol wut
>> Anonymous
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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
>>67557053
>>67556831
>>67556638
>>67556493
>>67556200

Sauce
>>67556108
>>67555972
>>67555825
>>67555751
>>67555492
>> Anonymous
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>>67555389

Station!
>> Anonymous
True Creepy Pasta:

My husband and I stayed in Kingston Ontario for our Honeymoon. One night we decided to do the Haunted Walk of Fort Henry (google it you lazy fucks) Well after creepy story after creepy story we finally got to the kitchen. Now, this was 10pm and all the Historic actors and actresses had went home for the night, no cooks cooking in the kitchen...you get the picture.

Well we arrived at the kitchen and there was a roaring fire in one of the ovens. The tour guide went white, and said "That...isn't supposed to happen.." in a panicked state, she tried to open the closed wooden door, which would not open for her. She shoved and shoved with all her might, but SOMETHING was holding it closed. She finally managed to open it, falling on the ground as the door just gave way, as if someone pulled it open. We looked around the courtyard to see if it was any of the other guides pulling a prank, no one was around. We DID see something in that abandoned courtyard though.

There was a gallows. Glowing with a white glow. We all looked at each other with terror, and then we looked back, and the gallows was gone.
>> Anonymous
>>67557119
Sequel, she later has a successful career in the Necro-Zoophilia business. She now owns three dogs and lives in a mansion of her own design.
>> Anonymous
Part 1
Go to any high traffic bathroom. It must be a high traffic bathroom; otherwise the room won’t have enough latent residual energy to carry out the task. A hotel bathroom is perfect. Make sure it's after 12pm, and make sure you have 2 clove cigarettes. The stronger the cigarette, the higher your success rate. Sit in the dark and begin smoking one of the cigarettes. Make sure there is a mirror present, and that you look at your reflection at all times. The burning cherry should provide just enough light for this. When you’ve smoked the cigarette within a 1/4 in of the filter, the room should be full of smoke. Your eyes will no doubt be watering, but don’t blink. Don’t take your eyes off of the mirror or your reflection whatever you do. To blink will make all you’ve done at this point for naught. You’ll begin to notice that your reflection will begin to fade into black. The reflection of the cherry from your cigarette will begin to separate into two red eyes.
>> Anonymous
>>67556285

Yea, 'robot' is the usual response to this pasta. No one ever thinks about what the robot wants. ;_;

Honestly, it's too early for creepy. Even on East Coast it's only dusk, still daytime west of here.
>> Anonymous
>>67556200
Best one.
>> Anonymous
>>67556200

Fuck that gave me the chills.
>> Anonymous
Part 2
The smoke in the room will begin to condense, and before you even realize it’s happened, a shade will be sitting on the ledge of the sink. He’ll ask you for a cigarette, which is why you’re instructed to bring two. Give the shade a cigarette, which will light itself once he brings it to his withered lips. At this point, you can ask the shade any question you want, and he'll answer true. You can ask who shot JFK, who was Jack the Ripper. Anything you could possibly think of. Be sure to keep an eye on how much of the cigarette he’s smoked. When it gets to the point where it will only take a few more hits to kill it, the smoke from the other cigarette will begin to define more of his features, making him more material than ethereal. At this point, stand up and snatch out his eyes in one sweeping motion. He should still be mostly smoke, so your hands should pass easily through his head. If you let him finish the cigarette he WILL attack you, almost surely taking your life in the process. The shade will begin screaming and cursing you and the hand holding his eyes will be burning intensely.
>> Anonymous
Part 3
DO NOT OPEN YOUR HAND! Even though the eyes are disembodied, they can see if they are out in the open. Run to the light switch and flip it on. This will banish the shades physical form and send him back into the ether. Leave the room and wait until 3:00 am to open your hand. The burning will be unbearable until then, but to do so will blow all the lights out in your house, allowing the shade to return and seek vengeance. You will have 4 burn marks on your palm when you open it. All cauterized of course, and mostly healed. From then on you can never be in a dark room with a mirror, because the shade will be able to track you through the burns in your hand. He'll have black hell dogs now, given his loss of sight, and they are far more terrible than the shade could ever be. The number of hell dogs depends on the strength of the shade you made contact with. After this, you’ll always be cold, no matter how warm it is, and you’ll be given the ability to perform minor miracles. Your dreams will always be nightmares, but in them, you will be granted a kind of third sight. You’ll never be able to see anything good, only the most horrific future events. And these events will only be known to you at a point where you can’t do anything to stop them. A small price to pay for absolute knowledge.
>> Anonymous
>>67557119
Fix'd

A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.

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

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

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

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "A CAT IS FINE TOO."
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
boo, i'm a ghost
>> Anonymous
>>67558128
That's why you program it not to want or feel, only do.
>> Anonymous
Don't close the blinds.

It wasn't a figure of your imagination.
>> Anonymous
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>>67555751

such fail
>> Anonymous
>>67558124
Tried this, the bathroom fire alarm went off and all the guests in the hotel had to be evacuated. Nothing scary, just really funny.
>> Anonymous
>>67558433
GTFO MY MARIOS, BOOFAG
>> Anonymous
>>67558164
>>67558186
OMG THE COINCIDENCE
10 SECONDS
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67558164
>>67558186

Oh wow, a fresh generation of newfags/creepyvirgins.

This is gonna be fun.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
A déjà vu is actually a glitch in reality, and it indicates that something has just been changed. Someone or something has ceased to exist, all memories and records of their existence erased forever. A déjà vu happens when they get into your brain, when they need to change your memories. Maybe to erase your brother from the world. You know, the brother that you never had.
>> Anonymous
>>67558128
Fuck you Amerifag, it's almost three in the morning here.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you it's almost 0400 am and the morning paper was just thrown to my door. i fucking need it to clean my pants now.
>> Anonymous
>>67556493
...where's the creepy part?
>> 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
>>67559091
ITS FUCKING DIGITAL
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I fucking dare you.
>> Anonymous
MOAR plx
>> Anonymous
If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice at the time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freeze as well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the static returns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you will regain control of your body. You must never watch that television again. It will only play static, even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these same events will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happens is unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumoured that if one continues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looks away, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to be your station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as all sound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you see yourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of your disappearance.
>> Anonymous
>>67558988
MOAR LIEK THIS
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67558805
Matrix?
>> Anonymous
>>67559187
Those books were derichious.
>> Anonymous
anybody got the one with the dude and the three wishes from a few nights ago?
>> Anonymous
>>67556200
awsome!
>> Anonymous
In a small town in Pennsylvania, there is an old bank which closed down in the '30s and which has been boarded up ever since. No one has entered in the years since it closed down. In fact, no one in the town even talks about it. Pennsylvania is such a shitty state.
>> Anonymous
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So, I work at a certain video game establishment here in Las Vegas. It's a slow night, and I get bored. I work behind the ticket counter giving prizes to drunk adults and scummy children. I'm in the stockroom, cleaning up the place, when a huge plush of Amy Rose falls on me. I'm kinda new, so this was the first time I'd handled one of these huge dolls before. I noticed something odd about this particular doll. You see, Amy wears a dress, and in this case, I realised the dress was removable! For some reason, I don't know why, I felt my fingers sliding down the cheap fabric, to the bottom of the skirt. I lifted it up to see if the doll was wearing panties. To my suprise, she wasn't. This is were it gets weird. I noticed there was a seam, right were there should be. That's when i noticed that I had a boner. My dick was hard for a doll! I don't know how i thought of it, but I found myself sliding the dress down over the doll's shoulders, and down to her waist. Then I began to rub the soft fur where the nipples would be. My cock was as hard as a rock. I licked the dolls neck fur, and slowly pulled the dress down to the feet and off. I slowly undid my belt buckle, and slid my pants down to the floor. I opened a razor blade and cut open the seam, right where theVAGINAwould be. I laid the doll on the cold stockroom floor and kissed it as I inserted my cock. It felt so good! The soft fur rubbed against my dick and caressed it, i slowly started to fuck the doll, and thanks to the luxurious padding of inside, I came inside of a minute. I must not have heard the door being unlocked, because by the time I finished, a manager and a couple guys who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air!
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67559179
Still not feeling the creepiness even given the fact there's something obviously wrong with the watch.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
So /b/, Last night I had the creepiest dream ever. In the beginning I opened my eyes, all the objects across the room were a blur, but I appeared to be in some small room lit by a single, small candle. I tried to move, but my arms and legs were shackled to the wall. Eventually my eyes came into focus and I realised that across the room were shelves full of the most grotesque porcelain dolls in existance. After avidly staring at them for some time I noticed another person adjacent to me slumped in the corner, appearing to be unconcious. Then, my eyes caught sight of something that I will never forget. In the middle of the room was a wooden sign proped up by dismembered limbs of humans. In large blood red letters, the sign read, "The Game."
>> Anonymous
>>67559483
lol'd hard
>> 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
Northampton had one of the largest Jewish populations in the 13th century, centred around Gold Street. In 1277 300 Jews were executed, allegedly for clipping the King's coin, and the Jews of Northampton were driven out of the town.

The town was originally controlled by officials acting for the King. They collected taxes and upheld the law.

In 1189 King Richard I gave the town its first charter and in 1215 King John authorised the appointment of William Tilly as the town's first Mayor. He also ordered that, "...twelve of the better and more discreet" residents of the town join him as a council to assist him. In 1176 the Assize of Northampton laid down new powers for dealing with law breakers. What the fuck is an "assize"? Nobody knows. Boo!
>> Anonymous
>>67559609
Nice try, but predicted that XD.
>> Anonymous
Every time you exhale, a little bit of your soul escapes. Luckily, you almost always inhale it back before anyone else gets to it. Almost.

Ever fogged up a mirror with your breath?

Don't do that.
>> Anonymous
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http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=2066210003

if someone can find that vid as a torrent or anything else, i will suck his/hers dick
>> Anonymous
>>67559935
LoL'd, this is probably something that would creep out a 4 year old.
>> Anonymous
>>67559483

>>67559483

>>67559483

>>67559483

>>67559483

>>67559483

>>67559483

EPIC
>> Anonymous
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There was a man who had been going out with his girlfriend for about 5 months. She decided she was ready to have sex with him. He wore a condom and respectfully placed hisPENISwithin herVAGINAand had normal American missionary sex with her. It lasted between 20-30 minutes, and both people were satisfied. They then cuddled and said "I love you" and then watched a movie.
>> Anonymous
Open your closet, don't turn on the light. Make sure you have one match with you. Step inside and close the door. If the lights are on outside of the closet this will not work. Nor will it work if it is daylight. The only room you need is enough for slight mobility.

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

If you do manage to light the match in time and nothing happens after, open the door slowly and get out, then close the door but do NOT look inside. From then on, never look inside your closet without the light on at all. Some say if you leave your closet open during the night you can see the demon watching you with two red eyes that glow like matches.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
So, I work at a certain video game establishment here in Las Vegas. It's a slow night, and I get bored. I work behind the ticket counter giving prizes to drunk adults and scummy children. I'm in the stockroom, cleaning up the place, when a huge plush of Amy Rose falls on me. I'm kinda new, so this was the first time I'd handled one of these huge dolls before. I noticed something odd about this particular doll. You see, Amy wears a dress, and in this case, I realised the dress was removable! For some reason, I don't know why, I felt my fingers sliding down the cheap fabric, to the bottom of the skirt. I lifted it up to see if the doll was wearing panties. To my suprise, she wasn't. This is were it gets weird. I noticed there was a seam, right were there should be. That's when i noticed that I had a boner. My dick was hard for a doll! I don't know how i thought of it, but I found myself sliding the dress down over the doll's shoulders, and down to her waist. Then I began to rub the soft fur where the nipples would be. My cock was as hard as a rock. I licked the dolls neck fur, and slowly pulled the dress down to the feet and off. I slowly undid my belt buckle, and slid my pants down to the floor. I opened a razor blade and cut open the seam, right where theVAGINAwould be. I laid the doll on the cold stockroom floor and kissed it as I inserted my cock. It felt so good! The soft fur rubbed against my dick and caressed it, i slowly started to fuck the doll, and thanks to the luxurious padding of inside, I came inside of a minute. I must not have heard the door being unlocked, because by the time I finished, a manager and a couple guys who were up to no good, started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, and said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air!
>> Anonymous
On a small remote island in the middle of the Bay of Fundy, there is a stretch of road between two of the villages. When you drive north from the southernmost village, at night, you'll come across this hitch hiker. If you choose to pick him up, he'll be pleasant, and chat you up about local events, seemingly trying to catch up with the times. Once you reach the middle village, he'll suddenly dissapear from your vehicle when you approach the graveyard there.

If you DONT pick him up, he will dash across the road, and you will hit him, and when he hits your car you'll see horrors you cannot imagine.
>> Anonymous
>>67560197

YOU SICK FUCK.
>> Anonymous
look to your left, you'll see nothing out the ordinary, look to your right, you'll again see nothing out the ordinary, but when you've looked both ways, you'll see that you're on 4chan, which means your doomed to forever damnation.
congrats.......
>> Anonymous
>>67560197

what movie did the couple watch?
>> Anonymous
>>67560197

WTF! FAKE!
>> Anonymous
>>67560197
>>67560197
>>67560197
>>67560197
>>67560197
>>67560197
>>67560197
>>67560197
OMFG I JUST SHIT MYSELF.
>> Anonymous
>>67559546

WIN
>> Anonymous
They say that somewhere in western America, some say in Utah, others say on the California coast, there's a certain small motel on the side of the road.

When you go inside, it's decorated in very common hotel decor, with the ornate paneling and old-fashioned key-lock doors.

The thing is, there's a room in there for everybody. Everybody has a reservation for exactly when they show up, and the number of rooms available is always one more than the number of people there. One person to a room, that is the rule.

Some say that the song "Hotel California" is based off this motel, though you *can* leave this particular motel.

I wouldn't advise looking at a mirror for at least a month after doing so, though.
>> Anonymous
>>67560197
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
>>67560751

What the fuck you retard. Hotel California is about drug addiction. Fail.
>> Anonymous
>>67558433

AAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>67560197

Scariest thing in this thread.

I shat myself.
>> Anonymous
>>67560197
picture or it didn't happen
>> Anonymous
Look behind you. What do you see? Invariably, there will be a wall somewhere in your view. Now stare deeply into the space on the wall that lines up best with your eyes. Nothing will happen, but make sure you are clear on where this particular spot is. That spot contains all the negativity in your mind. Whenever you are on your computer, reading scary stories or whatever you do, sometimes you will get spooked. What do you do when this happens? You check behind you, thats what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will come over you. Check the spot. Nothing again, huh? Thats because right now, all the evil is locked safely in your mind. Some people, upon learning of this "negative spot" resolve to remove the spot in an attempt to remove the negative energy. This is a grave mistake. You must never let harm come to this spot. If you do, you will have released the energy. Now when you sit at your computer at night, you will feel chills even in the summer time. The feeling of dread that only presented itself when you were genuinely scared will now hang in the air constantly. Within a week you and your loved ones will have a string of bad luck. Within a month your computer will begin to act erratic and eventually break down. On the anniversiary of the spot's destruction, you will dream of your most horrible fears. The dream will seem to go on forever, and when you wake up you will notice your vision has darkened. Every year on the same day, the dream will repeat itself, and your vision will grow darker and darker. After you go totally blind, dont ever turn your back on that spot again. That is if you can still tell where it is.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
There's only one thing in this world that can counter Creepy Pasta.

A picture to fap to.
>> Anonymous
>>67555751
>>67556463

its quite obvious....she had aids, n nothing like getting slapped by a aid infested wad of cut meat like that bitch had
>> Anonymous
you know when you caually glance behind you to see if somethings there? keep doing that.
>> Anonymous
I once met a china man in new york who told me shitty stories like these.
he died eyed fucking tore out and shit
police autopsy showed no signs of niggers
so niggers
NIGGERS NIGGERS NIGGERS
>> Anonymous
>>67560864
Butthurt eagles-fangirl
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes past three on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess the courage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present. At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold you hand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But you must not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Instead you must reach out, into that impenetrable darkness.

And it will reach out to you.

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

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

From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysterious power. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year, perhaps two, you will feel your skin begin to decay, and smell the sweet smell of death upon your breath...
>> Anonymous
>>67561265
It's called the blind spot. Everyone has one. Durr.
>> Anonymous
>>67561265
Look down, do you see aPENIS? no? figures.
>> Anonymous
O NOES! NOT MY PC!
>> Anonymous
>>67556831
i remember that picture from those books!!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>67560197


The same couple had done this same routine for about 2 weeks, until the man decided to try different positions. They did doggystyle and enjoyed it just as much as missionary. The man asked if another girl could join them in bed, and the girlfriend gave a harsh reply of no. The man respected this and continued on as they did. He bought her a small necklace to show her his affection which cost about 100 dollars (it was on sale) his friend Frank helped him pick it out.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67562000

WHAT THE FUCK. STOP IT, I SHIT MY PANTS ALREADY.
>> Anonymous
>>67557849
>>67560319

do you guys have the gif that has those two stories on it and while you're reading it the page sucks in and a face pops out at you? I'm looking everywhere for it
>> 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
>>67560197
>>67562000

This can't be true!!
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67562089

whats the story behind this?
>> Anonymous
>>67562089
>>67562407

fake, jap voodoo
>> Anonymous
>>67562000

=[
>> Anonymous
>>67562089
Oh my god! There's a sentient wig behind there!
>> Anonymous
>>67560197


OH
MY
FUCKING
GOD.
>> Anonymous
>>67562284
>>67562284
>>67562284
>>67562284
Yeah, I'm looking for that as well.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67562284

Posting this in a creepy thread goes against my better instincts. It needs to be hidden in "epic repost" threads, where people won't check the file type before clicking.

But here you go.
>> Anonymous
>>67562709
!__!
>> Anonymous
>>67561510
>>67561510
>>67561510
>>67561510
>>67561510
HOLY SHIT.
>> Anonymous
>>67562709
Yea ussualy first thing you check for in a creepy pasta thread is the file extension.
>> Anonymous
>>67562709

thank you so much better hold onto it this time :)
>> Anonymous
>>67562709
Thanks.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67561510
wish i had a fuckin blow torch
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67562335
prob one of my fav creepy pastsas.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67563060
>>67562861

The funny thing is that image (out of all of them) is actually real.
>> Anonymous
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air
>> Anonymous
If you ever find yourself in LA's Old China town, head into the square, past the statue of sun Yat-sen, past the hip-ultramod toy store called "Munky King" and look for an import store next to what used to be a wishing fountain. Go into this store ad head all the way straight back, you'll see a selection of weapons, Look for a weapon called a Jiujiebian, a sort of multi-sectioned whip. it MUST have exactly nine segments, no more, no less. This will be called the "chain of night" as of now, there are 48 notches in it's handle. It will cost you 29.95. Then after that, go outside and wait till dark, as the moon rises, take a quarter from your pocket and cast it at the wishing well. as it lands focus on that spot exactly and slowly chant under your breath: "by the circles of lao-tzu, the void inside of matter, I call forth the spirit that lingers here!" this phrase is best said in the origional mandarin, but the spirit will understand a sincere supplicant regardless of language. A girl will step out of the bottom of the fountain, about nine years of age. She will ask you: "Where has my mother gone?" you must respond with: "She has long since gone from earth, but look to the sky, and see her there!"

this spirit is not that of a little girl, but of a bog-hag, cursed to obey this one command regardless of who says it. At this moment, you must attempt to strike the girl with your Newly Acquired Jiujiebian. SHE will then snarl and attempt to fight back. Should you win, all the money ever thrown into the fountain will await you. If you fail, all that the folks in chinatown know is that a bloody Jiujiebian lies at the door of the import store with a notch in it's handle. To date, there are 48 notches in the handle.
>> Anonymous
>>67562335
This is the one bit of creepypasta that can really get to me.

Sometimes when my girlfriend is over, she'll want to take a nap. I often have to go downstairs to do something, dogs, dishes, etc. I'll come upstairs, out of the light, shut the door, and stumble over to the bed in the dark. I can feel her form on the bed, but I can't see her at all, and I sometimes have this horrible fear that it's not her under the covers, especially if I can't feel her face. My vision usually adjusts soon enough, and I see her sleeping peacefully, or she isn't asleep and pounces on me when I get into the bed. But still.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
T-T-T-The Creepy Pasta! It's too much!

COUNTER!
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> 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
>>67558805
Isn't that the matrix?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
C-C-COMBO BREAKER
>> Anonymous
This is not creepy pasta. I don't want you to just read it and comment on how few bricks you have shat: I want you to go fucking do it. Stand facing a mirror in a poorly lit room. Bathroom mirror without the lights on should do it; it has to be dark enough that you can't make out the color of your eyes. Just stand there looking at your reflection, eyes focused on your eyes. Things behind you, or even other parts of your face, may flicker or do weird shit in your perephrial vision, but dont' look away. Keep focusing on your eyes. The longer you look, the less the face in the mirror seems to resemble your own. Eventually, subtly at first, it begins to distort; I've never known anyone with the balls to wait and see what it turns into.
>> Anonymous
>>67564095
fuckin weak
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Can you guys see the ghost? I can't
>> Anonymous
>>67563345
So... I'm gonna risk my life for 12 dollars in quarters?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67564243
OH GOD WHY?!
>> Anonymous
>>67560102
http://www.torrentreactor.net/torrents/1648180/Children-Of-The-Grave-avi

There ya go.
>> Anonymous
Do not move. They are behind you right now. They are always there whenever you use your computer in the dark. They are afraid of sun. However, your computer provides the light that draws them near. You are lucky they cannot read. If they did you would be killed for knowing of their existence. If you feel brave, turn around quickly. Maybe you will be fast enough to see the flash of the computer reflecting in their eyes. If you do they will not return for some time. When they do you will die. If you are unfortunate enough to catch sight of one you have two options. Either leave the house forever, or burn it completely to the ground. The electric lights in your home do not stop them, for every light makes shadow that they hide in. You cannot hide from them either. The only way to escape is to run.
>> Anonymous
Weak, get some fucking better ones.
>> Anonymous
>>67564460
dude, there's at least 15.75 in there. totally worth it.
>> Anonymous
You wake after a wild night of partying to find that while you were wasted, for some reason
you had a crude smiley face tattooed on your foot. You write it off as a lesson to never drink that much again. The next time you wake, however, you discover the face is now on your ankle, and it’s not as crudely drawn. The day after that, it’s on your lower leg, and it’s starting to look more like a drawing of a real face. As it continues to move up and become more realistic looking, you wonder what happens when it reaches your own face.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67564211
It's vintage.

That kind of shit used to scare us once upon a time.
>> Anonymous
You know when you’re falling asleep, and you suddenly get the feeling that you’ve tripped? You’re body lurches forward in an instant, ready to protect you instinctively from injury. You can almost SEE the ground rising to meet you. This occurs when the boundaries between you and the “you” in an alternate universe are weakest.

This is the feeling that happens when another “you” dies.
>> Anonymous
Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied.

“You Sarah O’Bannon?” Yes! the voice assured.
“You were born on September 17, 1827?”
“Yes!”
“The gravestone here says you died on February 19?”
“No I’m alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!”

“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67564548
This is so fucking cheesey but when I enlarged it my pulse still spiked. That hits my uncanny valley hard.
>> Anonymous
>>67564981
that's' cool!
>> Anonymous
>>67564548

fuck.
>> Anonymous
HOLY FUCK¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡
I JUST RECEIVED A CALL IN MY CEL


I ALMOST SHIT MY PANTS
>> Anonymous
>>67564981

Shit. This actually happens to me. lol
>> Anonymous
>>67565151
LOL.
That was good.
>> Anonymous
>>67564849
i hope it doesn't fart
>> Anonymous
>>67565151

I love this one.
>> Anonymous
>>67565329
That's why I wear Depends.
>> Anonymous
You’re the manager for a small store. You hired one of your friends, and you just found out that he’s been stealing from the register, stealing stock, abandoning his post to visit with his girlfriend in the back room while he’s the only one on duty, and the argument you had with him at the office just didn’t settle it for you. You pound on his door. When he opens up, he goes pale, soils himself, and staggers back, gasping for breath.

It doesn’t impress you, really; you figure he just thinks you’re showing up with the cops, until you step through his door and glance to the side, where you get a good look at yourself in the mirror.

Or at least, the parts of you that are still recognizable after that shotgun blast that your friend gave you at the end of that argument…
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Holy shit guys.
I'm in the Netherlands, It's nighttime here. A couple of minutes ago I read this>>67562335

Suddenly, my little brother (who sleeps in the same room as I do) starts to talk and yell in his sleep. This always kinda creeps me out, but hey, he does that a lot.

Then I look at the fucking time.
Pic related

I SHAT BRICKS DAMNIT
>> Anonymous
>>67565216


woah.. same :s
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67564981

Try to work in the line "When another you hits the ground".

Small intuitive connections like that are powerful.
>> Anonymous
oK so basicaly its like this. youare at a friends house for like the night or watever and then you guys are making out on the couch (yeah!) and then like.. her dad calls on the phone and says “no i she likes it more if you use the other hand… yeah” and your alllike “oh dude your dad is trying to give me advice on how to diddle you” and then she’s like… “i don’t have a dad..” or whatever… but what!? WHO WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
THIS IS NOT A WORK OF FICTION

I play the harmonica terribly. In 1998 my brother Thomas K. and I (Joseph K.) went canoeing through the river behind or stepfather's parent's house. It had snowed fiercely the night before and the middle of the river was a constantly rising mound of white. My brother and I were joking about the red haired girl who lived next door and how terrible her breathe was when we heard the sound of a gun shot. Then we heard nothing. Not a footstep in the snow, not a bird in a tree. Even the river suddenly fell silent. My brother and I took our oars in hand and held our heads down low looking at each other in a fit of dismay. We continued in this way downstream in complete silence for minuets that seemed like hours. Every passing second taking us farther and farther away from the safety of our stepfather's parents house. Now we were in the tangle of the woods. The ice in the middle of the river continued to rise and the trees on periphery grew closer ad closer to us on the boat. At this point we the river had picked up in pace and my brother whispered to me that the only way we could go home would be to dock near a tree and walk back through the snow. Try as we might neither of us could grab hold to one of the snarled branches however close they grew.
>> Anonymous
If you ever find you've misplaced your wallet in public make every effort to find it on your own.If someone approaches you and gives you your wallet look inside and claim that a credit card is missing and state the brand. The stranger will almost assuredly tell you to check again. Do so. If the credit card is not there all is well. If it has appeared in the wallet drop it and run. Run to a crowded area until you feel warmth again. They say that the wallet is made of the hide of an unknown creature, the paper money will never burn, and that the credit cards are made of an undiscovered substance. The only thing of this earth in the wallet is the ink. It is blood. The blood is part of an incantation that, when in shadow, will let the makers of the wallet enter this world or , God forbid, take you to theirs.
>> Anonymous
>>67565954
My hands fell upon a blackened finger of a branch and snapped between my fingers. The sound exploded like a cannon through the silence of the forest. Suddenly the water roared and animals called out in every direction through the surrounding darkness. They seemed to call out in order to hide something. As if they were drowning out an even more terrible noise. soon the river slowed to a crawl and we were nearly able to come to a stop. The ice ridge in the river began to slope down and down stopping at the end of the river were the water flowed into the nearby lake. Again the world was silent. I heard one footstep in the snow. My brother turned as he heard the other.

The bullet entered through his jaw throwing his body into the slope of snow that fell into the lake. what remained of his head was small enough to scoop up and fit into your pocket. Running towards my step grandparents house I could not bring myself to look over my shoulder. Trembling stumbling I ran through the fading light of the forest falling into the river several times along the way. The animals, the birds the deer, the wild dogs, they all called out in order to shield me from the horrible sound. They called out in pain and died one by one. Soon there was nothing but the calm bubbling of the river to cloak the sounds of my footsteps and I was only 30 feet from the back yard gate when that disappeared as well.
>> Anonymous
>>67565151
For some reason this one always freaks me out when I think about it. That being said, Harolds country ass is fucking cool.
>> Anonymous
/r/ing burgerking creepypasta
>> Anonymous
>>67566105
A foot step approached through the distant snow. I turned to look and was greeted face to face with a twisted and decaying face. It's eyes were filled with the muck of the river and it mouth hung low as it let out a maddening cry. In fear I screamed. I screamed so loud the noise of the beast itself was drowned away and in that flash of blood and snow it completely disappeared.

Now as I lay awake at night I can swear I hear a footstep. I play my harmonica to keep the boogieman at bay. I never returned to that land to find my brothers remains. I never even had a chance to retrieve my canoe. Suddenly the clicking of my keyboard fells silent. I hear a doorknob turn on the other side of the house.
>> Anonymous
why the fuck did i click on this thread, i have to be up tomorrow at 9am to do my final presentation, and now i dont want to sleep...
some how this is OP's Fault FUCK YOU OP
>> Anonymous
SLEEP

i am going to protect you. i willbe right there. they wont dare touch you or take your hair or your eyes or your inside while your asleep now because ill be there standing over you and i can scare them away. i wont let even one of them get inside you so you should feel safe

but you have to sleep. sleep!. im not allowed to come if you might see me.

maybe you can get in your blankets and pretend to be asleep. you have to pretend though. if you see me or hear me coming closer you have to pretend you don't hear me or see me. if you dont pretend ill have go to away forever and then they will get you. if it sounds like snakes and bugs coming in through your bathroom thats them and you should run. if it sounds like big heavy paws and my tail dragging and wet noises thats me and you should not be scared. ill protect you.

i want for you to feel safe

>> Anonymous
>>67565151
Not bad. Not bad at all.
>> Anonymous
Chief Scientist’s Log 12/7/2007 12:31 AM

A new find was brought into the lab today. Men working the demolition of a condemned warehouse at this facility discovered a rusty oil barrel that seemed to exude cold. Preliminary electromagnetic field readings yielded chaotic data before the equipment died. Barrel appears to be constructed of stainless steel and, again, radiates cold.

13/7/2007 9:00 PM

We opened the barrel today inside a sealed chamber. Chamber immediately frosted over. Unidentified entity found within the barrel. Appears to be gaseous and black. Indeed, the very light surrounding it appears to be “sucked in” by it’s presence. Appears to be sentient, but does not communicate in any understood way. Biological matter that comes into contact with the Entity seems to disintegrate.

14/7/2007 10:11 AM

An intern entered the sealed chamber alone today, without his hazard suit. He was not seen again. The Entity has double in size since being released from containment. Has become aggressive. We are sealing off the chamber immediately in light of it’s flesh-consuming properties and rapid growth. All research is halted.

14/7/2007 11:00 AM

It’s gone. God help us, it’s escaped.
>> Anonymous
fuck the story's
/r/ing the frog eating women comic on here this morning
now that was fucking creepy!
>> Anonymous
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."

"No problem Mom. I'll be right over..."
>> Anonymous
>>67566345
i'm not falling for that shit
>> 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
>>67564243
STOLE MAH TEEVEE
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>Waverly Hills Sanatorium, niggers
>> Anonymous
>>67566904

No NO. I'M STAYING AWAY FROM THAT FUCKING STATE.

THAT FUCKING PLACE SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. FUCKING ABANDONED HOSPITALS AND SHIT! NO.
>> Anonymous
>>67565469

Fuck sakes, I get that shit all the time bro.
>> Anonymous
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756

HOLY CRAP IS THIS SHIT FOR REAL?
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
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>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
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>>67565756
>> Anonymous
>>67566904

I saw a program on that place. Only ghost story that actually caught my interest. The whole thing about brain surgery being done on people without being put out and such.

Goddamn.
>> Anonymous
bamp
>> Anonymous
>>67564981
Actually, this occurs when your body enters sleep incorrectly. While asleep your body is mostly paralyzed. In some cases you become paralyzed too early and your brain thinks that you are dying, and so it sends a jolt through your body to get your muscles working and reset your heart, incase it was failing.
>> Anonymous
>>67566728
i like the way this one works, but i don't understand what could possibly be so horrifying about him knowing who he is?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
There it goes again. Something definitely moved this time. It was very brief, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw something. But wait. All the doors are locked, no pets, and your parents won’t get home until 10. So there’s no way something moved. It’s just your imagination getting the best of you. Sitting alone in your room, the only light emitting from the monitor of your computer, you stare into the darkness for several minutes. Just to be sure. Now you feel silly. What were you thinking? Of course there’s nothing there. What, are you 6? Go back to what you were doing.

15 minutes later, as you prepare to go to bed, you’re in the bathroom. The shower curtains shift. Wait… no. Stop spooking yourself. It’s just an overactive imagination, filling your head with what isn’t really there. You gaze into the mirror at yourself. You say it to yourself, slowly and clearly, “Imagination.” With a sigh, you turn the lights off and head towards your room.

Laying in bed, you stare at your ceiling, dark and foreboding, only the motion of a small fan disturbing the calmness of the night. A shadow from the light in the hall shifts. No. No, no, no. Stop it. It’s your imagination. Just that. Go to sleep, you fool.

But then, just when you’re about to drift off to sleep, at the phase no one remembers when they wake, you sense something in the darkness. It’s your imagination, leering down at you. With a jagged, macabre smile.
>> Anonymous
>>67556200
so good.
>> Anonymous
Let's talk about spontanous human combustion.

According to forensic evidence, fire (or rather, heat) starts at the core of the body and burns outward. Organs go first. Sometimes the heat come and go in a flash, killing in seconds; at others, boiling fat acts like candlewax to keep the body burning for several minutes. All without any warning or discernable cause. Neither conventional nor paranormal science has much to put fourth in the way of a theory; hence "spontainous". Though very rare, it strikes at random, and its aftermath is horrific.

It probably isn't going to hit you, but if it does, there's jack-all you can do about it. Which is ironic because the only factor linking all known cases is distress. One survivor had fallen asleep on his bed brooding after a divorce; he awoke to find his sheets aflame spreading out from his leg, which was reduced to blacken ruins. Traditional cases tell of SHC taking drunks, who certainly have their fair share of troubles.

Now that I've gone over what is known, I'm not going to waste your time with some bullshit occult theory. Instead, I pose you a question: might the source of a victim's fatal distress be fear? Creeping, brooding dread? Excessive contemplation of ghosts, mirror-worlds, the afterlife, or, say.. spontainous human combustion?
>> Anonymous
>>67566042
Come on, I put all this work into making some original content and no one is even commenting on it. Evem insults will let me know you're reading.
>> Anonymous
>>67562335

BEST. CREEPYPASTA. EVAR.
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S8xdy7keH9w = really scary
just look at her face in 0:45
>> 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.
Ereer iiittss iiis http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHg5SJYRHA0
>> Anonymous
>>67567790
no
>> Anonymous
>>67567801

Go suck a dick. Not your personal book club.
>> Anonymous
>>67566126

I know one of you niggers has it..
>> Anonymous
Why do I read these fucking threads when I'm alone and it's 2 in the morning here, /b/?
>> Anonymous
>>67567801
I read it, and found it was fine for creepypasta, yet nothing very special.
>> Anonymous
>>67564981
This is actually energy leaving the body. You grom.
>> Anonymous
>>67567801
the whole holder and items idea is played out
try something less mundane
>> Anonymous
>>67556493
Fuckme
>> Anonymous
Next time you are riding your bike, head to the lower class part of your area of residence. You will find an older building that is falling apart and has no power, enter it and walk to the nearest darkened doorway. A blackened hand will extend from the darkness and ask your for some fried chicken. Give him your bike and leave. What ever you do, do not try to see the face of the figure in the darkness, if you do it will follow you home and steal your T.V. The only way to escape it is to run to a police officer screaming "nigger stole my bike!"
>> Anonymous
READ:


This is not a random post. This is not a coincidence. I put this here because I know that right now you will be reading it. No one can see this post except for you.

There is a monster in your home. It is there right now and it is waiting to kill you. It will kill you tonight. I can save you.

Go to a mirror. That in there, that’s me. Turn off all the lights except for the dimmest one; too much light screws it up. Take your arms, put them straight out, and put them up against mine, through the glass. Do your best to relax, and when you are ready, close your eyes. Count to three and then I will pull you through to safety. We can work out what to do next once you’re in.

Again, this is not a random post. It is for YOU. You need to do this before the next hour turns or you will die.

I’m waiting.
>> Anonymous
>>67566042
Nice.

Didn't see that the first time around. Sent a chill up my spine.
>> Anonymous
"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your cock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The game behind you begin to shift.
>> Anonymous
You're sat up late one night on your favourite message board just browsing through a busy thread. A particular post makes you suddenly aware of the sound of your own breathing.

After reading on for a moment you think back over the past few seconds and think:
"Was I only only hearing my own breathing just then?"

You hold your breath and listen carefully over the humming of your PC, eyes still on the screen, you think you hear the sound of someone breathing out quickly through their nose. Eyes on the screen, you mutter:
"...Hello?"

You wait for a response, unable to take your eyes off the screen.

Part of you already knows there's a hunched girl looking over your shoulder.
>> Anonymous
>>67564199
fake. i've tried this before.
>> Anonymous
>>67567801
I have two pieces of advice is you really want critique for creepy.

The first is to designate it (as a separate post) as original content and ask us what we think. Most of us haven't been here long and/or consistantly enough to tell fresh stuff from reposts.

The second, and much more useful, piece of advice I'm going to is just to post in in /x/. The 'workshop' side of creepy is what they're good for. /b/ is just here to be entertained.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67568208
Ah shucks. teehee
>> Anonymous
>>67568485
I'm safe. No member of the fair sex would ever come that close to me in my domain.

;_;
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67568572
Really? I saw this:
>> Anonymous
>>67568572
really? nothing happens at all? i'm so surprised...
>> Anonymous
>>67568670
Needs to be viewed with internet explorer to work.

Ergo, failure.
>> Anonymous
the almighty atheist /b/ falls for stupid children's stories? LOL GHOSTS LOL, what is wrong with you
>> Anonymous
>>67568572
So have I, and it worked.
But only because I hypnotized myself into seeing things- via a complex feedback loop- in my own reflection.

The same thing happens when gradeschool kids would chant "Bloody Mary" six times in front of a darkened mirror, and then swear to their friends that they saw something. Most people are capable of spooking themselves like that.
>> Anonymous
>>67569028
it's fun, jackass
>> Anonymous
>>67565954
o.O
>> Anonymous
>>67567108

Haha, epic watching anon cower in fear of Waverly.

I live right next to it.
>> Anonymous
>>67568485

Original
>> Anonymous
>>67567997
This Rickroll actually destroyed all creepy feelings in this thread for me. I know what I be listening to when I go to bed.
>> Anonymous
It's 2 am.You have an early appointment in a few hours and you are lying there only half asleep.
You hear your daughter pad into the room and tug on the blankets,"Daddy i had a nightmare,and my room is cold,can i sleep here?" she asks.You moan and grunt yes,trying your best to get back to sleep.She climbs in and burrows under the covers shivering.You try to share what little blanket is left,but now you're cold,great just what you needed.As you lay there thinking and shivering,suddenly its not the air that leaves you cold.You don't have a daughter! The last thing you hear before darkness finally does come for you is a gutteral whisper in your ear "Good Night Daddy"
>> Anonymous
>>67560197
you sick fuck
>> Anonymous
>>67565756
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST
>> Anonymous
>>67569221


WHY DON'T YOU LIVE IN IT THEN, YOU DOUBLE NIGGER.
>> Anonymous
>>67557930
i fucking live in kingston
>> Anonymous
>>67565756
You have GOT to be kidding me.
GTFO of that room man, that's creepy as fuck
>> Anonymous
>>67569221
I live near it too..
>> Anonymous
>>67568475

lol

>your cock glows red in the darkness
>> Anonymous
>>67569450
>>67569676
>>67569221
Isn't it privately-owned now? So, no free fright-tours for Anon if he were to, say, visit his Auntie and Uncle in Kentucky?
>> Anonymous
>>67568432

why didn't you pull? fucking homo, you want me dead don't you
>> Anonymous
>>67568432
OH SHIT!
A MONSTAH IN MAH HOUSE?!
WRY ME!?! WRY ME?!?!!
OH LAWD! ONLY 7 MINUTES TILL THE HOUR CHANGES! IM PHUCKED!
>> Anonymous
>>67564917
is that that chinese mummy they found thats like 500 years old and somehow preserved that well? looks similar to something like that i saw on a mummy show on tv
>> Anonymous
>>67569681
Fuck, I just noticed that.

Now I can't take anything seriously.

Fuck.
>> Anonymous
>>67569859

gtfo
>> Anonymous
>>67568670

i went into intertubes exploder and nothing happened what is it
>> Anonymous
>>67567790

OHOHO! FUCK YOU! As soon as I read the last part of that my arm and leg tingled. FUCK YOU!
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I am home alone! Stop trying to scare me! and also read the first two posts in the pic.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
hooooooo!!!
>> Anonymous
>>67570008
EDIT: 5000 YEARS, not 500
>> Anonymous
>>67563345
HADOUKEN
>> Anonymous
shh.

quiet.

you're not asleep yet.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67555751

what are you gonna do? bleed on me?
>> Anonymous
>>67570076
Highlight the pic.
>> Anonymous
>>67570130
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
>> Anonymous
You're lying in bed, when your daughter nudges you awake. "Im scared .can I sleep in your bed?", she says. You agree, half awake. She nestles beneath the covers. Suddenly you feel your dick get hard. Your daughter's tiny mouth is clamped around your throbbing member. Morals thrown aside, you moan in satisfaction. You blow your load in her hair and all over her jammies. Suddenly you remember. You have a son, not a daughter.
>> Anonymous
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
>>67565756
WTF
>> Anonymous
>>67570076
1.Highlight the picture
2.????
3.PROFIT!
>> Anonymous
>>67567997

obvious
>> Anonymous
Many classic horror icons, such as Geger's Xenomorphs, Silent Hill's Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share common characteristics; Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like.
These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.
Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree or 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?

... Just be careful out there.
>> Anonymous
>>67570506
Very nice, Jesse, very nice.
>> Anonymous
>>67556519

Creepiest one so far.
>> Anonymous
clock
>> Anonymous
We don't have a mudkips statue.
>> Anonymous
>>67556200
The creepiness on this one only kicks in when you realize what the red he was looking at really was.
>> Anonymous
>>67557289
Yessssssss
>> Anonymous
>>67570830
FUCK YOU! I SHAT A TONNE OF BRICKS! I'll never get any sleep again. Thanks a lot!
>> Anonymous
>cock glows red
>> Anonymous
>>67571083

Lookin at you, lookin at me...
>> Anonymous
>>67570489
how dose i make pic like that
>> Anonymous
>>67570130
That shit is so fucking win.
>> Anonymous
>>67570176

lol wut
>> Anonymous
>>67570760
Xenomorphs have pale skin?
Pyramid Head has razor sharp teeth?
At least you got the elongated face thing right.
>> Anonymous
>>67557468

I remember that one. Scared the shit outta me the first time I saw it. Didn't sleep for days. Had to get my GF to stay with me!

*sigh* If only we could get new Creepypastas. If only.
>> Anonymous
>>67570830
Kill your family for not prioritizing.
>> Anonymous
>>67571241

doesnt work for me =[
>> Anonymous
>>67563172
DAMNIT i've had dreams that look almost EXACTLY like that pic. O SHI-
>> Anonymous
GOD DAMN CREEPYPASTA. i need to take a shower so bad and now i'm too scared.
>> Anonymous
>>67565756
Does /b/ believe this?
>> Anonymous
>>67570130

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
This watermelon is pretty cool looking ey?
>> Anonymous
>>67571084
I have have combined the DNA of the world's most evil animals to create the evilest animal of them all. *whooshbubblegurglevroom*

It turns it's man.
DUH DUN
>> Anonymous
>>67567454
Acid Flashback actually...
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67571557
me too lol
>> Anonymous
>>67561510
>>67561510
>>67561510
omfg fuckn arachniphobia=shaking x_x
>> Anonymous
>>67566042

made me shiver, nice original content
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/comment_servlet?all_comments&v=deoJUBW9CI8&fromurl=/watch%3Fv%3DdeoJU
BW9CI8
>> Anonymous
>>67571876
SCARIEST SHIT ITT
>> Anonymous
>>67568432
poop
>> Anonymous
The phone rings. It's your mother, asking how you're doing. There's only one problem.
You don't have a phone.
>> Anonymous
>>67572398

so, WHO WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
>>67564981


Ohh, that one's awesome.
>> Anonymous
>>67572398
whoa
>> Anonymous
/r/ing the story about the kid who moves into a house with a secret room, and him and his sister start playing in it and getting haunted by a little ghost girl.
>> Anonymous
So I'm fucking sitting here reading copy pasta. To get the full effect I click off my lights and shut doors and windows. I sit back down at my computer like, "Hell yes. This is going to be awesome."

I read like, four posts and say out loud, "Holy shit..." after one.

It was one of those, "staring at your computer screen" ones. The only light at all in my room was my monitor and the only sound is the hard drive spinning and the fan.


Then my computer crashes.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67565756

You best be joking nigger
>> Anonymous
true story: I voted Obama.
>> Anonymous
>>67571083
prolapsed rectum?
>> Anonymous
You use a mac. One night, you swear the dock bumped in the corner of your eye.

But it didn't.
>> Anonymous
Contents of the assailant's backpack:

1 scalpel
1 steak knife
2 live rats, sedated, in a small cage
1 jar of 20-25 bees, sedated (probably with smoke)
1 butane lighter
1 catheter (NOT medical-grade; the kind easily found in some sex shops)
2 ounces of sugar, in a zip-lock bag
17 rubber-tipped clamps
(roughly) 2 liters of fresh plasma, non-human (further details pending lab results), in glass bottles.
13 long (acupuncture?) needles, all engraved with unique script. 5-11 characters each, alphabet as yet unidentified.
5 corkscrews
Extra chloroform
5 hand towels
12 ft of rope

Assailant remains non-responsive to all persons; likely insane or intending to make an insanity plea.

When brought in to identify the assailant, the victim fainted on seeing the tattoo on the assailant's face. He went missing the next day, but last-minute correspondences with friends and family suggest that he merely left the country or went into hiding, and so no investigation is forthcoming.
>> 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
     File :-(, x)
There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes past three on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess the courage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present. At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold you hand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But you must not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Instead you must reach out, into that impenetrable darkness.

And it will reach out to you.

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

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

From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysterious power. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year, perhaps two, you will feel your skin begin to decay, and smell the sweet smell of death upon your breath…
>> Anonymous
>>67467997

i watched that video

well.. part of it

i got scared and i have no idea why.
>> Anonymous
>>67572747

Oh dear gawd are you alright?
I would fucking insta-anhero to avoid being scared. Going from thinking you hear something, to complete darkness and silence, gotta be fucking devestating.
>> Anonymous
>>67572797

get out of here you sick fuck
>> Anonymous
>>67564199
did this the first time I was high, turns back to being you.
the process can be kinda creepy though.

what works better is if you go into the woods somewhere with another person and do this. same light conditions etc.
>> Anonymous
omg epic
>> Anonymous
>>67566345
I love you
>> Anonymous
>>67572102

wut te fuck at the end
>> Anonymous
>>67572726
>>67572726
>>67572726
>>67572726
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>>67572726
>>67572726
>>67572726
/r/ing as well. HALP ANON!
>> Anonymous
Do you sleep with a nightlight on?

Light is both wave and particle, a physical bolt of energy which reflects off of mass to create what we know as vision. Darkness is often thought of as simple absence of light, and mostly it is. Mostly.

There are places in the world that are always a little darker, always a little colder. . . places that just feel wrong, that trigger the most primal of our fight or flight reflexes. There are places where light does not penetrate. . . where darkness devours light.

You know the places, the areas which become deathly silent when you enter them, where the light never seems to penetrate fully. . . where the hair on the back of your neck stands up and you feel like you are being watched.

If you find one of these places, you must first make camp in as large a clearing as you can, move the brush away and build a fire. . . fire is the key, they can't enter the ring of light you see. As the sun sets, the darkness will grow, deeper than anything you've ever felt before. You must keep the fire burning as bright and hot as it can go.

Midnight is when the Night comes, when, no matter how large and hot the fire is, it will not peirce the darkness. You will hear crashing in the underbrush, movement as the Night comes for you, but you must not turn your back to the fire.
>> Anonymous
>>67566567


MOIAR LIKE THIS

IM SCARED SHITLESS BECAUSEOF THIS THREAD

>>67566567
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>> Anonymous
>>67574167


The Night is tricky, it will try and make you turn your back to the light and face it, but you must not, and whatever you do, do not leave the circle of light. If you survive the night, the sun will slowly push it away, and you will notice that the clearing seems a little brighter. Only when the sun is fully up, can you let the fire burn out. Stay untill noon, and then put out the fire completly, dig where the center was and you will find the silver knife. When you have it, you will know what to do.

A word of caution, if you see them, they will be able to see you. The eyes are the windows of the soul, you know. . . And once the night tastes your soul, it will do whatever it takes to devour you. Light is your only defence, light is the key.

So I ask you again, /b/, do you sleep with a nightlight on?
>> Anonymous
/r/ the burger king creepypasta
>> Anonymous
>>67564430
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>> Anonymous
>>67573337

love this one
>> Anonymous
>>67566042
I'll be honest and uninsulting, it wasn't really that great.
>> Anonymous
True story: I have a black trap fetish.
>> Anonymous
Pleased I would be to see more creepy images such as these.
>> Anonymous
>>67565756
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>> 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
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
holy fuck
>> Anonymous
You know when you’re falling asleep, and you suddenly get the feeling that you’ve tripped? You’re body lurches forward in an instant, ready to protect you instinctively from injury. You can almost SEE the ground rising to meet you. This occurs when the boundaries between you and the “you” in an alternate universe are weakest.

This is the feeling that happens when another “you” dies.
>> Anonymous
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The emotional/spiritual intensity and other aspects of the film Passion of the Christ have been credited with prompting criminals to turn themselves in to the authorities. There are at least four cases reported in the media in which felons who had watched the film were so shocked and awed that they felt compelled to surrender, confess and repent. Among them, apparently, were: a Neo Nazi, a bank robber, a burglar, and Daniel Leach (the alleged murderer of his pregnant girlfriend, Ashley Wilson).
>> Anonymous
>>67572102

WTF can't sleep now, the demon child behidn the door terrified me
>> Anonymous
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Here's the face that screams at you after 6 minutes of reading that GIF story.
>> Anonymous
>>67574872
Worth a shot later in life, methinks...
>> Anonymous
http://video.xtube.com/watch.php?v_user_id=renogoku&cv=0&idx=4&v=99cnVNTusU6&cl=DPrM
t8n99hl&from=&ver=2
>> Anonymous
>>67575116
Does that mean Daniel Leach is God or some shit?
>> Anonymous
>>67575400
wat.
>> Anonymous
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Haunted Pantry.

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/409852/real_ghost_video_proof_2/

Sequel (they invite a skeptic who now believes)

http://www.metacafe.com/watch/939317/ghost_makes_contact/
>> Anonymous
>>67575196


I would have filled the house with shit brix if I clicked on that gif.
>> Anonymous
>>67573669

My vision starts to blur and distort if I stare at anything long enough without moving my eyes.
>> Anonymous
>>67575116
Yeah and the rod iron cross I have above my bed sometimes has the image of Mary on it. I think those little kids in china make amazing spiritual artifacts.
>> 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
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>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jZPdgGV3ZjQ

Anyone else find this damn creepy?
It's not a rick roll of any sort.
>> Anonymous
We're no strangers to love
You know the rules and so do I
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of
You wouldn't get this from any other guy

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but
You're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

And if you ask me how I'm feeling
Don't tell me you're too blind to see

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

(Give you up
Give you up)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)
Never gonna give, never gonna give
(Give you up)

We've known each other for so long
Your heart's been aching, but
You're too shy to say it
Inside we both know what's been going on
We know the game and we're gonna play it

I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
Never gonna run around and desert you
Never gonna make you cry
Never gonna say goodbye
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you
>> Anonymous
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>>67574171
Shut the fuck up faggot.
>> Anonymous
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>>67575680
Here's the "thing" mentioned in this creepypasta.
>> Anonymous
>>67575697
>>67574171

poster of

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>> Anonymous
bump
>> Anonymous
For a brief period in 1971, a New Jersey based company sold novelty “x-ray” glasses through the mail via advertisements in the Marvel line of comic books. People who viewed their televisions while wearing these glasses reported seeing images that were “hellish” or “like hell”.

It should be noted that this phenomena occured whether the televisions in question were turned on or not. The company quickly went out of business and investigations reveal that the company’s address leads to a graveyard founded many decades before 1971.
>> Anonymous
Yesterday, a friend of mine called me. It was a John, an old buddy from high school. I hadn’t spoken with him for years, and we started to reminisce about all the crap we pulled in high school. A few days later I decided to call him back, and see if we could get together, maybe go fishing or something.

We talked on the phone for a while, and I said to him “Hey, maybe we should get together sometime.” He first said that that was a bad idea, but then he agreed. I asked him for address, copied it down, and told him I’d see him in the morning.

The next morning I arrived at the place he said he lived at. There was nothing but rubble there. It looked like there had been a fire there years ago, but nothing got cleaned up, and the plants never regrew. In the middle of the rubble, I found a old rotary style telephone on the floor, not connected to anything. Hurriedly, I pulled out my cellphone and called his number.

The telephone on the floor rang.

Once.

Twice.

A third time.

I dropped my cellphone in shock, and knelt to grab the rotary telephone. A voice, drenched in distortion and hiss, said:

“I told you this was a bad idea.”
>> Anonymous
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>>67575726
creepy movies is creepy
>> Anonymous
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Looks like a failed peice of art to me.
>> Anonymous
>>67569859
LOL! I tried it too, just for the hell of it, and as I was counting, my wrists began to tingle because my mind began playing tricks on me,
>> Anonymous
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Them fucking furries...
>> Anonymous
>>67576084
trust me it's a lot creepier when it's right there with the story, then your imagination is whirring in psychotic animal brain adrenaline fear mode instead of normal rational logic mode.
>> Anonymous
shit like these are amazing

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>> Anonymous
>>67561283

agreed, so show a pic we can fap to :\
>> Anonymous
>>67575894

hey, my mother is really sweet once you get to know her
>> Anonymous
>>67576084

That's what makes it creepy, to me at least. That it actually describes it as being made of paper mache, like someone was able to create a demonic sculpture.
>> Anonymous
so im reading this on my laptop
and my desktop across the room goes into standby

brix were shat
fuck
>> Anonymous
>>67576544
"Guys, this thing is made of painted paper and wire mesh, WHY is it trying to kill me!?!"
>> Anonymous
>>67560102
http://isohunt.com/torrent_details/30321589/children+of+the+grave?tab=summary

your welcome
>> Anonymous
>>67571385
you mixed them up dipshit

whatever the fuck scared the shit ut of humanity that long ago had all those features, all these fucking copyfucks only have some of the charcteristics of my new pet

watch yourself out there.....peter, i may pay you a visit
>> Anonymous
>>67569551

hehehehe

Go to Ft Henry on the Haunted walk. Get some Original Creepy Pasta
>> Anonymous
>>67571385
you mixed them up dipshit

whatever the fuck scared the shit ut of humanity that long ago had all those features, all these fucking copyfucks only have some of the charcteristics of my new pet

watch yourself out there.....peter, i may pay you a visit
>> Anonymous
>>67566345

Not falling for it, fucker!
>> Anonymous
If you are reading this:

Do not move. Scroll down and pretend that you are reading this thread.

It wasn't your imagination.
>> Anonymous
>>67576752
*snap*


MAN DOWN MAN DOWN WE NEED SOME BACKUP NOW!
>> Anonymous
>>67576752

Hey, think what you want, but personally I find the idea of someone evil being born from ordinary materials creepy as fuck.
>> Anonymous
>>67566345

That just made me think of Sully from Monsters Inc.
>> Anonymous
STOP IT, KARTHIK
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67577267
looks like rule #34 is indeed true...
>> Anonymous
OH FUCK.
OH FUCK.
WILL.
NOT.
SLEEP.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67576965
I wasn't making fun of it, I was saying how utterly pantsshitting it would be if something as mundane as a child's art project were to become animate and murderous.
>> Anonymous
Nothing escapes rule 34.
>> Anonymous
>>67575894

In the thumbnail, that thing looks like it has a dog head.
>> Anonymous
>>67576965
Seconded, it's creepier because it looks like a pile of junk.

That makes it seem both bizzar and ordinary at once. Like it could fit into the landscape of an everyday urban life.
>> Anonymous
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>>67577580
Not even rule 34.
>> Anonymous
>>67577529
>creepy.jpg

RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE RAPE
>> Anonymous
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>>67577905
You noticed that, too?
>> Anonymous
>>67577905

God damnit, I lol'd
>> Anonymous
>>67556988

i dont understand this one...watched it for like a min....nothing but that face...
>> Anonymous
>>67577928
i think it looks creepy without the story... i mean it is humanoid and it also looks impotent yet hateful and evil in some way

passive-aggressiveness has always been creepy imho
>> Anonymous
>>67577580
Except The Game.

There is no Rule 34 on The Game.

Therefore, it doesn't exist.
>> Anonymous
bump for epic thread
>> Anonymous
>>67556988

i dont understand this one...watched it for like a min....nothing but that face...
>> Anonymous
>>67563345
so people are doing this for the chance to win 12 bucks in quarters plus the loose change of a bunch of chinks?

well now i got to do this
>> Anonymous
>>67567408

Ever play Planescape: Torment?

That was one of the plot points; you kept finding fragments of stories that turned out to be the history of your character.

That was one of them.

His first wish was to know who he was.
The second was to forget it all.
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3far9oHZOsI

Remember this?
>> Anonymous
>>67577134
There are two images you can get from this:

1.) Aww, big cuddly watchdog-monster
2.) (and reason why people keep typing NOT FALLING FOR IT) Crafty brute who just wants to eat your face.
>> Anonymous
>>67578722
I watched that a long time ago and my thoughts on it are unchanged:

What. The. Fuck.
>> Anonymous
BWAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAAAAAAA
/end hank hill
>> Anonymous
you're a fucking jackass! Hotel California isn't about shit, it's just a bunch of shit that sounds cool without meaning, that's the point. it's like an homage to classic movies and shit.

don't try and tell us fake shit about good music.

newfag.
>> Anonymous
>>67578832

I know, the initial image just made me go "aww" so much that the implied part didn't scare me.
>> Anonymous
None of the "Apple a day"
or the WWII doctor?
not creepy enough.
>> Anonymous
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>>67579202
wrong thread?
>> Anonymous
story about german medic plox
>> Anonymous
>>67579202
You retard, Hotel California is about addiction and psychological crutches.
>> Anonymous
>>67579202

It's about drug addiction and rehab.
>> Anonymous
poster of

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here... this:

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is EXACTLY what i'm talking about
>> Anonymous
>>67578411
Not the guy who originally wrote this, but the character in question was metaphysically altered so that he couldn't die, but every time he sustained enough injury to cause "death", he'd lose all his memories acquired up to that point.

As the game progresses, you find out he has lived a really long time this way. Possibly at least a thousand lifetimes.
>> Anonymous
>>67564981
woah, i got gose bumps after that, not creapy, i just get that all the time
>> Anonymous
SPOILERS:

Check to see if it’s a .GIF before you click, dumbass.
Their eyes were red.
They don't have an angel statue.
It's a person licking her hand and he killed the dog.
It's his reflection and he's actually behind you.
Ferrari's can't fit that many people in the back seat.
The doctor uses his own skin and blood to heal the soldiers.
The mothers kill their actual babies and not the dolls.
The messed-up sideshow freak is his wife.
The woman on the tape is different from the body they found in the oven.
You killed your mom and you're repeating the same day over and over.
Your friend was killed last night and his ghost called you.
The copy machine has been out of ink for a week.
There's a monster or something wearing your wife's skin.
You get superpowers/ultimate knowledge or you get to have someone killed.
You wake up in the morning and you're dead.
>> Anonymous
>>67575894
i came up with a hax. blink one eye at a time. also don't sneeze or cough.
>> Anonymous
>>67555751

A note: couldn't she fucking WALK up the stairs?!
>> Anonymous
>>67579377
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 ends 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, 1945.
>> Anonymous
>>67579759

Rubber Johnny scared the shit out of me at first, until I realized it was a music video. Pretty cool video, but way too technically awesome to be scary.
>> Anonymous
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OH SHI-
>> Anonymous
>>67579965
Seen all these apart from the doctor one and the ferrari one. Anyone care to fill me in?
>> Anonymous
You-Hello?
Caller-May I have five minutes of your life?
You-Sure.

The caller hangs up.
>> Anonymous
>>67580379
same here
>> Anonymous
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Ferrari is on the way.
>> Anonymous
>>67560102
http://isohunt.com/torrent_details/30321589/children+of+the+grave?tab=summary

your welcome
>> Anonymous
>>67565756

what's the big deal here?
>> Anonymous
A man saw a ferrari at a used-car sale and asked for the price of the car. The salesman lit up with a smile and said he'd give it to the man for $500 dollars. The man bought the car instantly on the spot after hearing the ridiculously cheap deal.

The man had the car for months now, but on a cold, winter day as he got into the driver's seat he was startled to see someone in the rear-view mirror. He quickly turned around and saw nothing in the empty seat and quickly shrugged it off thinking he must have imagined it.

As the cold days went by, the car doors started to lock up on him, the engine would stall, and he would hear sounds of something hitting in the back. The man started getting anxious about this bad omen. That horror soon showed itself as he was driving to the airport to pick up his relatives. He looked up and saw 3 bloody bodies in the rear-view mirror staring at him. He screamed and realized that this car is really haunted and fled from the car.

Later he heard the story of the car from the salesman. The police found the car 2 years ago abandoned in an empty airport parking stall where 2 dead bodies were found in the the back seat and another one found in the trunk.

Nevermind that a Ferrari can neither fit this many people in its back seat, assuming it even has one, nor in its trunk.
>> Anonymous
Fuck all of you. My roommate just left the house in a hurry to see a friend now I'm all alone.
>> Anonymous
>>67580285
i actually wrote that before the music part
>> Anonymous
>>67580677
thank you anon
>> Anonymous
>>67578295

Case in point: Those fucking rabbits in Silent Hill 3.
>> 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 just lost the game. 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
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Thanking you kindly good sir
>> Anonymous
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
/r/ Burger king plz? :(
>> Anonymous
this thread wins and fails at the same time. fuck creepypasta, im gonna go fap to hannah montana.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Creepycopypasta is delicious.
>> Anonymous
WHO WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
Do you ever wonder how scary death is? Think about it, its the one thing that we truly know absolutely nothing about. Some people may cite religious beliefs of an afterlife, others might claim they just focus on life, but its really something that is totally and utterly foreign to us. And what if the religious people are wrong? What if death really is nonexistance, that its simply over once the brain dies? Terrifying, huh? Of course, a reasoning goes that you won't notice it, since you won't exist. But... Let's say a certain someone could expose you nonexistance. Let's say this person could actually let you experience the state of not existing and more importantly, let you remember it. He'd probably be able to get you to agree to anything in order to avoid that fate. Tangentially, for certain people near death, their brain activity sometimes ceases completely for about 3 seconds, and then returns, only to shortly die in a more conventional fashion. As another aside, many hospital orderlies have noticed a man wearing a suit that they have never seen in any catalog or on any person before. Interestingly enough, when you ask them about the suit, they will struggle for a moment, then reply that it’s hard to describe, but they are sure they haven’t seen it before. Ask them about the man, however, and they will freeze up, spasm violently, and reply "What man?"
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>67568432

Aww, I was really hoping.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
(another true story, I'm not original narrator)

There was a young troublesome teenager named Derek who lived in the suburbs south of Las Vegas. He got kicked out of a skate shop for smoking pot and found work at a gas station on the outskirts of the city. Derek unfortunately committed suicide back in 1997. Prior to his unforeseen but understandable suicide, he told me everything about what had happened to him. It was one single night that put him through so much trauma he simply stopped functioning emotionally. Here is his story, in his own words.

"I woke up on the floor of the station. I was covered in sweat, I was aching all over, I was feeling dizzy and naucious. There was a customer outside filling up, so I crawled back to the counter and onto the stool. I could barely tell where I was. The sky was turning the first shades of morning blue. It was 5:34 am. When the customer came in he asked if I was okay. I said I was just tired. He told me not to party on the job and left after paying credit. At 6 my step-dad came with his truck to get me, and my morning replacement came.

On the way home I still felt confused and terrified. Suddenly seeing pedestrians caused me to jump, but I didnt want to show my stepdad something was wrong, so I just closed my eyes.

I couldnt remember anything. I remembered coming to the store, the afternoon shift tossing me a Pepsi and telling me about his new girlfriend. I remember sitting there, reading the new magazines, helping two costomers, watching the sun go down and the distant strip light up. But nothing more.
>> Anonymous
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>>67576247

Holy shit those pics scared the fuck outta me
>> Anonymous
>>67581837
I spent hours in bed trying so hard to remember what happened. As I was just beginning to drift into sleep, I remembered more. I remembered sitting on the stool, and feeling unease, like something was wrong outside. I remember stepping out into the mild Nevada desert night, and hearing nothing but silence and a single cricket, and the buzzing hum of of the station sign. I walked behind the building and had a smoke, just admiring the starry sky and still landscape of desert grass.

And then I remember back inside, sitting on the stool, reading another magazine. Then I saw something wasnt right, just in the corner of my eye, something was not right. It was the back door, I could tell it was open. I turned my head to look. The last thing I remember seeing was a grey face peering around the corner of the door. It's black eyes did not move, it's long fingers wrapped around the door frame. I couldn't breathe. I just fell over on to the counter heaving, so scared. There were more outside the storefront windows, just staring at me. I sensed it as I blacked out.

That's it. I cannot sleep and cannot eat. I cannot see anything else now but that."
>> 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 try 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
>>67568432

I hate you
>> Anonymous
>>67581837
dun get it
>> Anonymous
>>67582422
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 each side twisting ever so delicately around the basin until forming a sleek and simple handle. You will also receive 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 your eyes will shrivel in their sockets with unspeakable horrors not of this world. 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.
>> Anonymous
>>67582493
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. 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 green-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.
>> Anonymous
>>67582580
Now, you have one more hurdle to clear. She will ask you, as you cross the line from the bar to the compartment, "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."

If 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 rea light grows brighter as the elevator nears the very depths of Hell. 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.
>> Anonymous
>>67582467
It's a 2 parter, look below.

Some faggot posted in between though
>> Anonymous
>>67580819
Wait, so the Ferrari is bigger internally than externally?
>> Anonymous
>>67582648
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 fairly 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 to be free of all premeditation, and managed to do so. You see, after one night in a tiny, dingy one-story bar in Paris, he began to paint... patterns. First it was geometric patterns. Then complete fractals. Then images that would be in the newspaper the next day. Then next week. Then from fifty years ago. 100 in the future, 200 in the past...
>> Anonymous
fail spirit is fail
>> Anonymous
>>67582782
Then, on his last night of life, he kidnapped three young girls from their homes at night, murdered them, and painted his finest masterpieces in 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 makes twelve. But what of the thirteenth?
>> Anonymous
>>67582076
End there?
>> Anonymous
>>67582867
This thirteenth painting is 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 runes 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 horrific masterpiece, I could never say, nor would I ever dare to.

So... if you make it, maybe you can flip the canvas over and tell me sometime? You can tell me about it over a drink.

'Night, /b/.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67580128
No.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Screencap of a screamer (I forget which one)
>> Anonymous
>>67582960
Too thinky, not visceral or shocking enough. Borderline tl;dr.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Boo.
>> Anonymous
FUCKS SAKE.

Every fucking time I get halfway through one of these threads I get really anxious and aware of shit going on around me, and keep feeling the need to turn around and check behind me.

In other words, moar.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
There's a small, inconspicious building called "Padraic Willoughsby and Co." in the industrial district of Birmingham, UK. Most of the time, its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, on February 29th of every leap year, there will be a small plastic container outside the front door containing business cards. On the front of the card it says in large capital letters, "PADRAIC WILLOUGHSBY AND CO. ENGLAND'S THAUMATURGICAL SPECIALISTS". On the back, in nearly illegibly small type it says "The blood of the innocent." Any night after midnight one can come to Paidraic Willoughsby and Co. and slide their card through the door, and the door will instantly unlock. Inside there is an empty room with white walls. No light reaches this room, except for a small sliver from the other end of the room. When you approach this room you will find that it is actually another door. When you knock on it, a voice will ask "What makes a man become exalted?" and you must respond with the phrase on the back of the card: "The blood of the innocent." The door will open and you will come into another room, a kind of lounge. Inside it you will find around 5-10 people, depending on the night, sitting around smoking and drinking brandy, all in late Edwardian period dress. There is absolutely no conversation at all in this room and, it is nearly silent except for the phonograph which plays the exact same record over and over, ad infinitum. If you attempt to speak to one of the patrons, they will promptly ignore you and pretend as if you were not there. Towards the south wing of the room you will find a large, round table, slightly different from the others. On it will be a quill pen and a document. The document shows all of your personal information: name, birthdate, place of residence, criminal record, greatest fears, etc. At the bottom of the document is a long line that asks for your signature. No one knows what happens if you sign it.
>> Anonymous
So ur with ur honey and yur making out
wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the
vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?"
U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded".
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
>>67583712
What.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Will not sleep
Will not sleep
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
the "real" pedobear
>> Anonymous
>>67582076
!!!

I remember this from a collection of Alien Abduction accounts
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67578323
delivered
>> Anonymous
>>67582960
Fuck yea beauchamp.

I actually read this every time it is posted. Vintage pasta is delicious.
>> Anonymous
>>67567997

I was hoping to get rickroll'd. I lovez you.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>67582960
finest of finest
>> Anonymous
>>67582076
Finish the story plox
>> Anonymous
Total original content found: 0
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> 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
It's early morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow. Hours pass. The sun rises.

The phone is ringing.

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

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

Screaming.

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

The phone beeps again. You're shaking.

Message two.
>> Anonymous
>I miss you so much.
>>67577529
>> Anonymous
I am Thomas's reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom. ...and he makes faces. I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger. He does this every day... well, USED to. One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom. On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist. ...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye. Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference. I can't mimic his pain.

Just

his

face.
>> Anonymous
A knock at the door one morning, and suprise, it's a package for you. You thank the delivery man, close the door, and open the small box. Inside are two things... A wooden cube with a red button on top. The button is covered in a glass enclosure with a hinge, to ensure it is not pressed accidentally, of course. The second item is a typed note, with no address or other identifying feature. It reads "Press this button and we will come to your house the next day, with a cheque for 5 million dollars. We will also take the button unit at that time. As a result of pressing the button, one person, who you do not know, will die instantly." After much thought and anxious pacing, you press the button. The next day, a man arrives with a cheque in your name for 5 million dollars. He takes the button unit from you, but only after assuring you it will move on to another person...
Someone you don't know.
>> Anonymous
>>67575524

i shat brix
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67584162
Once upon a time a black man met a white woman. But when she gazed upon his dark muscles the flesh on her face fell off, revealing a gaping vortex into another universe. Which sucked the black man inside. Then her face went back on and life continued on. Creating a time paradox.
>> Anonymous
>>67557468

Bullshit. I just looked this up and that organization doesn't even exist.
>> Anonymous
In 1971, in the tiny town of Whiting, Maine, a middle-aged man checking on his marijuana crop in the middle of his woods found five bodies hanging in close proximity. They hung from limbs of various height by ropes of various lengths so that all were eye level to a person of average height. All of them were upside-down, suspended by their ankles. Presumably to facilitate death by blood loss; as all of their eyes were torn out and lying on the ground below them.

They all hung facing roughly the same direction. Their faces and mouths all formed the same expression- not quite a scream- as if they had all died speaking the same word.

The local police were contacted, but careful examination showed no traces of homicide. Blood and eye fluid were found on all the victims' hands, along with occasional rope burns. The ankles were broken on those who hung from the higher limbs, revealing that they had gotten where they were by climbing out onto a limb, securing themselves, and dropping. Autopsies yielded no traces of mind-altering drugs; at least, that's what the doctor would tell you.

The man reported five bodies to the police. When they arrived at the scene they found four, plus a bit of burned rope. When the ambulance didn't make it to the morgue another officer dispatched to check on it found only three, along with a driver who held his own eyes in his hands and was calmly trying to replace those missing from the youngest corpse.

The truth of what happened once those three made it to the morgue is hard to discern, especially in the face of local rumors circulating just a few days later. The incident was quickly and quietly dismissed, for lack of evidence, as simple mass hysteria.
>> Anonymous
A young couple has just been married at a large family wedding. The reception is held at the bride's grandmother's house. After they have had dinner and cake and such they all decide to play hide and go seek, which has been a tradition in the bride's family for quite some time. The bride, knowing the house, decides to hide in the attic in a large chest, but when she climbs in she slips and the lid to it comes crashing down. It knocks her out and she is now locked, unconcious, in the chest.

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

Years later the bride's younger sister is married and when she turns to hide in the very same chest she is horrified to find her sister's remains rotted away in her wedding dress, now covered in blood from her frantically trying to claw her way out.
>> Anonymous
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
It's early morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow. Hours pass. The sun rises.

The phone is ringing.

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

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

"Mr. Dansworth, we herby invite you to the 10th annual Darwin awards for your great research about natural selection involving trains. We would be greatly pleased if you show up with the specimen of you research; Connor Corish, to further explain your views. Will be seeing you there."

You spin around, thinking that he's standing right behind you. There's pure joy in his invitation, accompanied by applause. You stand there, excited, for about ten seconds. Chearing gives way to hysterical, joyful chanting before dying out with the sounds of spilling champagen and tearing cheese.

The phone beeps again. You're shaking.

Message two.
CHOO CHOO
>> Anonymous
>>67571083

duh
>> 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
>>67584514
I'm slow. What's the creepiness?
>> Anonymous
You’ve been dating your girlfriend almost two years now. You often stay late over the summer and on weekends and arrive home long after the rest of your family go to sleep.

Every night you drive the deserted rural roads back home from a pleasant evening at her house you become overwhelmed by fears that you will arrive home to find your family dead in their beds. Each night you peek into your sister’s room and see she’s fine and hear the reassuring rumble of your father’s snore as you pass your parents door.

You chuckle at your silly worries and drift off to sleep. Finally one morning you decide to tell your mother about your late night fears amidst some jovial conversation for a nice laugh. As you tell her a concerned look comes over her face. She sweeps the hair away from her face as she says, “Oh honey, you know we were all shot almost two years ago.”

You scream as you see the gaping bullet hole in her forehead.
>> Anonymous
Anyone know the name of the place/group in Japan that did experiments on U.S. soldiers a long time ago? It was a name with like 3 numbers at the end.
>> Anonymous
>>67584134

That's it unfortunately, he didnt remember actually being abducted, just seeing a being looking at him from an opened door in the back of the gas station, passing out, blacking out and then waking up several hours later on the floor of the gas station.

It's from a research journal article into the phenomena.
>> Anonymous
>>67585757
Unite 731
>> Anonymous
You want original creepypasta?

http://theshadowlands.net/ghost/
>> Anonymous
GEEZEZ CHRIST lol i was actually reading it and was planning on doing then i saw that the words were curvey then that thing jumped out lol
>> Anonymous
Does anyone have the copypasta with the woman who was her own father/mother and she was also a drifter, and bartender all due to epic time mindfucks?
>> Anonymous
>>67585757
Unit 731.
>> Anonymous
>>67585805
don't you love how when people generically call something a "being" it almost always means an alien or a supernatural entity of some sort?
>> Anonymous
>>67585955
Much of it is bull, but if you can find the stories on summoning demons and the webmaster's personal experience with the dead baby...
>> Anonymous
>>67557889

The fuck are those things?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Eye see a bump.
>> Anonymous
>>67586748

ur parents...
>> Anonymous
i love reading creepypasta. Im so fucking scared right now, but i cant stop reading.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67586748
that which lives down in the netherworld, underdark, through the looking glass, or whatever name your current culture calls it
>> Anonymous
>>67556519

FUCK
>> Anonymous
>>67586083
>>67585944
thank you. it's pretty messed up stuff.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unit_731
>> Anonymous
I invited a foul horror into my house with a Ouija board. My brother and I got no results when we started to use the psychic device, but suddenly the message indicator mysteriously began to move. The first thing the board told us was that the message was being sent by Seth. Then I made the tragic mistake of telling the board to prove it was real by doing something supernatural. The results were startling and scary. The board told us that the grandfather of one of my best friends would die in a week. The chandelier in the room began to shake violently and the chimes rang like pieces of metal being smashed together. The room became as cold as ice and we were shivering, though the thermometer read 70 degrees. The horrible stench of death filled the room and we couldn't stop gagging and coughing.

Suddenly, the noises stopped and the room was as quiet as a cemetery in the middle of the night. My brother and I looked at each other in terror. We opened the windows to get rid of the stink or rotting flesh and told each other we'd forget the whole thing. But a week later the grandfather of one of my best friends died just as the board has predicted! And from time to time the chandelier would rattle, the room freeze and that awful smell return. I couldn't take it any more. I threw the board away and told my mother about the experience. She told me that once you tamper with a Ouija board, its evil spell will remain forever. And to this day, those terrifying tremors shake the house and the stench of death fills the room.
>> Anonymous
>>67586154
Reminded me of this Jap flash game that was on /v/ recently. Basically the gist was that the protagonist had attempted demon summoning out of fun, but the thing actually worked and she's now stuck in Hell.

The kicker is that every time she dies, Hell resurrects her afterwards, fully retaining knowledge of all her previous deaths. Incineration, impalement, sliced to ribbons by monofilament meshes etc.
>> Anonymous
I’m hoping /b/ will enjoy this because it’s probably fucked me up
for life. It’s seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I
moved my shit into my friends place), so I want to get this out there and
have people call bullshit and pass judgement, because I think it’ll make me
feel better.

I’ve moved out all my stuff, I’ve already called the cops, and informed my
absentee landlord. I’ve done all the proper things, so there’s nothing left
to do but share my little fucked up city living story.

About six months ago, my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the
Benton Park neighborhood of St. Louis. About two weeks after we move in, her
grandfather, who raised her, has a fucking stroke, and she ends up going
home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. She was living with him full time
until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice.

Anyway, I’d been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a
year. It’s beautiful, newly remodeled, double paned windows, great
insulation. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. It’s got a
couple of weird things about it, as you’ll see. There’s only four units in
the building, on the second and third floors. We’re on the top floor.
>> Anonymous
>>67586135
Actually the article was making an argument, one that's gaining steam that Sleep Paralysis is responsible for alien abduction phenomenon. It's a condition where you're not quite awake, not quite asleep, and you feel a presence, see things, and it can leave permanent scars mentally.

And it happens randomly. Sweet dreams!
>> Anonymous
>>67587161
The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. The
walls and floors are paper thin. I could hear every word of my downstairs
neighbors conversation at all times. I know when they take a shower, I know
when they fuck. And I’m sure they know the same about us. It’s weird, the
more info we had on eachother, the less we wanted to actually know each
other.

They moved out six weeks ago. Then the other two units went vacant a week
later. It was kinda weird, but also kind of awesome. I could fnally stomp
around, watch porn and play rock band at full volume.

About four weeks ago, it got weird. It was about 1 am, and I was going to
bed, and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs.
Really quiet at first, but sustained. It sounded halfway between a hushed
conversation, with only one person talking, and small motor running. Just a
babbling, not quite regular drone. Freaked me out at first, but I
rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refridgerator downstairs.
Something I’d never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring.
I learned to live with it, as it rose and fell every evening. Pretty soon a
steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. I know it sounds fucked up,
but when you hear it every night for a while, you just make excuses for it.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>67586865
>> Anonymous
A simple Ouija board became a passport to Hell for a family that accidently summoned a demon into their living room. "I thought it might have been the Devil himself," says John Ravens, father of the tormented family. "When it was over, we were all bleeding and had severe burn marks. Our living room was a disaster area."

"It was supposed to be a joke," says Gloria, the girl's mother. "We were going to make believe we were talking with the spirit world."

Little Lynda, her nine-year-old brother Ronald, and their parents gathered around the board for what they thought was going to be an evening of fun at their home in a Toronto, Canada suburb. "We were just playing around with it when suddenly the planchette that spells out answers began moving by itself," says John. "We were all scared, but then I thought maybe one of the kids was up to tricks. We started asking questions, and this spirit began speaking to us. "Then it asked if it could visit with us. By this time, I was sure someone was playing a joke, and I said yes," he adds.
>> Anonymous
>>67587276
Then I kept hearing boards creeking. It’s spring, my first in this building,
so I assumed it was just the old boards under the new drywall settling. Then
one night, as I was brushing my teeth, there was a mighty dry thump, right
behind me. I just about stabbed myself with my toothbrush. I stayed really
still till I was sure there wasn’t anyone in the house and then turned on
all the lights in the house. This is when I noticed the peculiarity in the
remodeling.

On the other side of the bathroom, where I heard the thump, is the hall
closet. I open it up, and switch on the light, expecting a box to have
fallen of the shelves, but it’s all gravy inside. I tap on the wall between
the closet and the bathroom, and it sounds oddly hollow. And I start to
realize that the closet isn’t as wide as I think it should be based on the
bathroom. I pace it out with my feet, and then a tape measure just to
confirm. Sure enough, there’s about 30? of space inbetween the two walls
that I thought were adjacent.

Again, rationaliztion time: Surely theres extra insulation there to keep the
bathroom warm, or maybe walls are thicker than I imagined, becuase fuck,
I’ve never built a house. So in this one thick wall, some huge fucking rat
must have taken a tumble and freaked me out. No big deal. I felt a lot
better at the time; even better when it was the first night in a while
without that wierd noise below me.
>> Anonymous
>>67587318
That's when the nightmare began. "The demon appeared within seconds," says John. "It spun around the room overhead, laughing and cursing at us. "It was surrounded by a ring of fire and the room became so hot, it was like an inferno from Hell." The family describes the demon as red and black with scaly skin and horns. It also had giant bat wings. "Then it suddenly swooped down and attacked us," recalls John, horror flickering over his features. "It started biting each of us on the face and arms. "We tried getting up and running for the door, but every time we did, the creature started clawing us. It was so fast, we couldn't escape from it."

Lynda and brother Ronald were picked up repeatedly and hurled across the room. As they lay helplessly on the floor, the creature pounded on their chests and heads. "It had hooves that dug into my children's faces and skin, marking them badly," says Gloria. The attack lasted for more than an hour before the horrifying demon vanished as quickly as it first appeared. The children were screaming and crying as John pulled them out of the house and drove to a nearby hospital, where they were treated for cuts and burns.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Lolwat
>> Anonymous
>>67587383
So, everything is fine until last friday night. It’s about two in the
morning and I’m home late from the bar, not as drunk as I want and
remembering that left all my clean laundry in the dryer before I went out.
One thing sticks out as I climb the stairs: The door to the apartment below
me is closed. It’s been open since the neighbors vacated. I got kind of used
to seeing an empty mirror image of my place every day when I walked past.
Maybe the landlord was showing it to people today. Rationalize, rationalize,
rationalize.

I bag up a small load of laundry and climb down the back porch steps to the
laundry room, which is really just part of the garage, but the staircase in
on the outside of the building and it gives each floor a little shared
porch. I get down there, and into the little room, and I start bagging up
all my clothes into this big black duffel bag.
>> Anonymous
>>67587170

Actually, it's more a condition.

I get it all the time, but I haven't felt a 'presence" since I learned what i was and trained myself to not freak out.
>> Anonymous
>>67587609
Two things you should know about me at this point. I turn off every light
when I leave a room. No matter what. My dad used to beat the shit out of me
when the energy bill was a penny over the norm. And I also lock the door
every time I go through it. Hell I even locked the back door when I went
down to get my laundry.

I start back up the stairs and on the first flight I look up, straight to my
bedroom window. The light is on. And there’s a silhouette against the closed
blinds.

I pissed myself a little and every hair on my neck snapped to fucking
attention.

And then the light goes out. It happened in less than a second. Ten seconds
later I’m still frozen in place, and trying to figure out if I just saw what
I think I saw. Rationalization lost out, thank fucking god, and I snuck down
the stairs and out through the garage. I called a cab and stood across the
street from the building lookin at my living room window. About five minutes
before the cab showed up, the venetian blinds parted slightly for a few
seconds, like someone was looking down on me. Then nothing.
>> Anonymous
>>67567790

>>Neither conventional nor paranormal science has much to put fourth in the way of a theory; hence "spontainous"

That isn't what spontainous means,WTF.
>> Anonymous
The scariest thing in the world would be... if all the air... turned to wood!!!
>> Anonymous
>>67587730
I stayed at a hotel that weekend, then a couple of buddies of mine came back
with me on sunday to see how much stuff had been stolen.

It was all there. My laptop was still charging, my brand new plasma TV. The
doors were locked. I moved it all out that afternoon. While my friends were
with me, and I had the daylight on my side, I checked out the apartment
below me.
The downstairs closet had the same abnormally thick wall.

Only someone had hammered through this wall, a big round jagged whole,
exposing the tiny crawl space between.

And in this space flat against the wall, was a cheap hardware store ladder;
leading up throught the darkness, to the space behind the walls, in my
apartment.

I don’t know how he got into my apartment from there, maybe throught the
heating vents in my ceiling. I really don’t give a shit. All I care about is
never seeing that building again. I mailed my keys to the landlord, told the
whole thing to a terminally disinterested cop. Done my part, moving on. Quit
my shitty job, which might be the one good thing about this.
>> Anonymous
>>67587699
Something I saw on the telly about people misinterpreting sleep paralysis episodes as alien abductions due to their rampant fear and imagination, if only one had a torrent.
>> Anonymous
>>67587879
I’m typing this at a friends house on his wi-fi. I was going to take this
convienent time to get the fuck out of dodge, and move in with my girlfriend
and her grandpa, but he died two nights ago. Still think I’d like to head
back into the country, but I guess this is like a clean slate for us.

I haven’t told her yet, and I’m not sure if I will. Told her our landlord
went apeshit and kicked me out. She’s already got issues with security and I
don’t want to add to them.. But I don’t ever want to live in an apartment,
or hear people moving beneath my feet, or on the other side of a wall. Never