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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.


That's right... it's creepypasta time.
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>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
am i creppy /b/?
>> Anonymous
>>69131529
GTFO
>> Anonymous
>>69131529
OMFG!! My eyes!! They burn!!
>> Anonymous
inb4 holders
>> Anonymous
Somewhere in the world, there is a collection of books. Perhaps it's in a dusty, unpainted shelf in the back corner of someone's attic; perhaps it's in a set of musty boxes in the basement of some tiny, obscure library. It contains a few hundred volumes, all handwritten, ranging from leather-bound volumes with yellowing pages two hundred years old through to modern spiral-bound notebooks. All of them are diaries, some by famous people, some by not-so famous people, but all by the most horrific madmen and murderers the world has ever known. And the collection is growing. For if you ever find it, you will hear a faint scratching sound, coming from the newest volume of the set. This volume will be new, and filled with blank pages, except for the first. On this first page, you will find the beginning of your own diary, written in your own hand.
>> Anonymous
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
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
Have you ever heard the expression "an apple a day keeps the Doctor away?" Most assume, with no reason to think otherwise, that it is simply an easy-to-remember rhyme that stresses the importance of eating healthily to young children. But the saying did not originate as a harmless reminder. It was born in a frontier town in the early years of the gold rush, where food was scarce and money even scarcer.

One August, when a bad drought had struck the region, a series of bloody killings swept through the town. Every night, a single house would be broken into, and anyone who saw the invader would be swiftly, brutally slain. Nothing was ever stolen, save for a few scraps of food.

After two weeks of this, the local grocer set out a few apples and a glass of milk in the town square overnight. He then hid in the tower of the church, hoping to catch a glimpse of anyone who came by.

Fighting fatigue, the grocer waited for any sign of life below. Just after midnight, he was rewarded by a chilling sight; a man, carrying a black bag stuffed with dully shining metal tools and covered from head to foot in cloth bandages, staggered into view. He paused at the sight of the apples and milk, then whipped his head around, as if looking for the one who dared to patronize him. Seized with fear, the grocer ducked out of sight, staying hidden 'til sunrise.

The strange man had only taken one of the apples, and didn't even touch the glass of milk. No houses were broken into, and no one was killed. For decades, the town continued to place out an apple or two every night, even long after a single apple stopped dissapearing.
>> Anonymous
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage).

So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have an angel statue."

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No angel statue was ever found.
>> Anonymous
In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed. She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane.She went to the police, who raided the address on the envelope, where they found heaps of human flesh for sale. And what was in the envelope?

A note saying ‘This is the last one I am sending you today,”
>> Anonymous
As you walk into the room, you see a bed. Not just any bed, your bed. You stare at it. You might think something is under the bed, waiting for you to fall asleep. But don't think too much.

You might not notice the eyes staring at you from the window.
>> Anonymous
Yes, i have got many times something in corner of my eye, and it's always out of my room, a bright flash moving very fast towards bathroom.
>> Anonymous
BUT WHO WAS PHONE
>> Anonymous
old story is old, and lame.
>> Anonymous
The human brain is a very complex organ. More powerful than the most advanced computers. Occassionally able to heal amazing injuries and regain use after terrible accidents. We're all pretty well read. We've all heard the stories.

But is that really so good? With all the advances, have you maybe lost a few of the simple, but vital functions?

There's a lot of creepy-pasta out there about "closed doors". Well, not that much I guess. But a few. They always talk about the creepy feeling you get when you look at a closed door. Only sometimes, usually at night. Mostly it's just that odd sensation that something is behind it. Something scary. Boo. LoL.

Seriously, how silly.

Thing is... Every once in awhile, it really sinks in. That feeling that the door, and what is on one side of it is actually dangerous. That sensation that leaves you standing at the door, hand hovering above the knob, unable to move until you whisper to yourself: "It's okay, you're being a pussy" until you force yourself to turn it and walk through. These are the important times.

The door is solid. You can't see through it, you can't sense through. So when you feel so amazingly drawn to that door... feel compelled to open it, but yet you're paralyzed with fear because of what might be on the other side... remember how sometimes your "advanced" brain might confuse more basic signals coming from sensory organs you might not rely on so much these days.

And realize maybe the "simpler" parts of your brain are trying to warn you of what's on YOUR side of the door.
>> Anonymous
>>69131430
it's bright morning here, timezonefag
>> Anonymous
>>69133176
THE WORDS MAN

THEY HURT
>> Anonymous
/r/ing creepy youtube guy who stares at you for 2 minutes
>> Anonymous
>>69132860
Homicidal Angel Statue?
Really /b/, Come on.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>That's right... it's creepypasta time
>> Anonymous
>>69133176
I have window blinds. But still, why does window creep shit out of me

It looks into deep forest

SERIOUSLY NOW I CAN'T SLEEP AT NIGHT
>> Anonymous
>>69133571
Delivered
There is a video on Youtube named Mereana mordegard glesgorv. If you search this, you will find nothing. The few times you find something, all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you, expressionless, then grinning for the last 2 seconds. The background is undefined. This is only part of the actual video.

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

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

The person who uploaded the video was never found, the IP address being non-existant. And the man on the video has never been identified.
>> Anonymous
>>69133836
Great! Now I can rest knowing I've seriously fucked with someone.
>> Anonymous
In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a medic in the German army had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment was a bloodbath. Those who survived claimed to have heard, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic had made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never had he been this short on supplies. No matter. He would do his duty. He had always prided himself on his resourcefulness.

The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.

The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that large patches of his skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.
>> Anonymous
>>69133867
creepiest fuking video i have ever seen birx were shat
>> Anonymous
Rumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror, there will be a faint image of an infant with no flesh and pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering.

You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror, but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occured within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all human emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed and 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
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
>> Anonymous
>>69133867
Don't humans have nature of everything moving? For example, now i'm typing at computer. I don't feel creeped, because the text is rolling on screen, rather than being static, and the cursor flickering right now over. However, if we say that there is a guy that stares you without motion for minute, you WILL get creeped, because it is not natural, there is always speak and movement when in close promixity with another human beign.
>> 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
You know that ringing sound that you will perceive when you are in a very quiet area? Some people say this is an auditory-illusion brought about the ear's inability to detect frequencies below the threshold of the human senses. This is completely wrong. That ringing covers up something else altogether. If you are quick, patient, and maybe a little lucky, you will be able to hear past the ringing. What you will hear are voices whispering to each other. They will silence themselves quickly but with practice, you will become more adept at catching and interpreting what they are saying. You will hear things of the past, the present, and the future. However, you must be careful. Because there is no such thing as a voice without a body.

And when you start noticing them, they will start noticing you.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Scared the shit out of me!
>> Anonymous
>>69134632
Well, i hear this ringing when i'm with people too. It sounds like somebody launched a flashbang from metres away.
>> Anonymous
>>69134707
Holy Fuck. Bricks were shat.
>> Anonymous
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.
>> Anonymous
>>69133358
THIS ONE JUST RAPED ME
>> Anonymous
>>69134707
i don't get this
>> Anonymous
>>69134782
samefag
>> Anonymous
>>69134531
It's basically like Harry Potter...
>> Anonymous
1/6

"That's not fair! I hate the basement! I won't do it and you can't make me!" Screamed Julie. She stood a whole four feet and ten inches, arms folded, in the middle of the living room staring at Karen, her babysitter.

"Julie please, calm down. Your mother told me to have you clean out the basement and I'm not taking the blame for you one more time. Stop being such a brat."

"I am not a brat!" Julie hated it when Karen called her a brat.

"Okay. I'm sorry." Karen apologized. "After you clean out the basement I'll make popcorn and we can watch a movie, Okay?"

"Fine. But there better be a lot of popcorn."

"Sure. Now go get to work because I have to make an important phone call." As Julie headed for the basement she heard Karen on the phone with her boyfriend peter. "Yeah I'm stuck babysitting again..." Julie stopped by the kitchen to grab a flashlight before she got to work.

There it was. The basement door. "Who knows what scary things are waiting for me down there?" Julie thought to herself. Being only ten years old she hadn't quite conquered her fear of the dark yet. She clicked on her flashlight and opened the door. A rush of cool air met her in the face. To her surprise she found a light switch but only a few of the bulbs worked. Slowly, she descended down the stairs. They creaked and squeaked with every step she took. Once at the bottom, she looked around. Dusty boxes cluttered the walls, spiderwebs clung to everything, and there was only one small window that shed no light because it was already dark outside.
>> Anonymous
>>69133358
fucking shit

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
>> Anonymous
>>69135215
>>in rural southern illinoisis
>> in rural southern
>> in rural
>> rural
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>> 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
2/6
This might end up getting longer than 6 posts

"I guess I better start somewhere." She announced to nobody. Julie stacked two old crates on top of each other and climbed up to retrieve a box on top of what seemed like a cardboard castle. She reached up trying grab it when she lost her footing and fell to the ground knocking over several boxes on the way down. She hit her head on the ground and didn't move for a few seconds . When she got up she decided she wasn't going to try that again so she decided to clean up around the floor. As she was getting up, something caught her eye. Way over in the corner there was a blue bin. The lid was taped with about ten layers of duct tape. On the front is said" Julie's Toys"

Julie was very excited. She loved getting new toys, as did every ten year old. How come she had never seen this box before? She ripped off the tape and opened the lid. Toys of every kind filled the box. There were stuffed animals, dollhouses, plastic jewelry, and wait. What was that? Did something move? Julie dug down deeper to the bottom of the bin. "My Play With Me Stacy doll!" Stacy had long blonde hair, a pink T-shirt, yellow shorts, and a never-ending smile. "But how can you be here? Mrs. Whiskers chewed your head off."

She pulled the cord on the doll's back. "I don't know. Hee hee hee." Julie looked closer at Stacy. On the neck she saw where her cat had chewed her head but somebody had glued it back on.

"Let's go upstairs. I want you to meet Karen!" Julie told her new doll as she raced back up the stairs.

Mrs. Whiskers was sleeping in front of the fireplace. Karen was still on the phone. "Maybe you could come over later Peter." She saw Julie. "I gotta go. Julie's here." She hung up the phone. "Hey kiddo. You all done with the basement?

"No not yet. I fell really hard but then I found Stacy. See?" She held out her doll for Karen to hold.

Karen looked the doll over and pulled the cord. "Hi I'm Stacy!" Played from the doll's back.
>> Anonymous
You were away for the weekend, and wake up in your appartment monday morning with a hangover.. When you check your mail, your mailbox is stuffed full. At least 30 letters. Letters with no return address, several of them felt soggy and heavy, as though they were recently wet, or perhaps contained a liquid. All of the letters have your name and address written on them, and many of them had your name scratched all over them in red ink. They don't smell nice, they smell like rotting meat and old garbage and you're reluctant to take them back to your room, but curiosity gets the better of you.

So you manage to cart them all back to your room, you dump them in your kitchenette sink because you don't want them smelling up the rest of the apartment. You grab one that doesn't seem damp and isn't covered with writing, and open it up. There's pictures inside. Pictures of people you don't know, with their eyes torn out, teeth missing, unhinged jaws hanging open, throats ripped out. You're horrified and yet you can't help but wonder what's in the rest of the letters. You open more, and more to discover increasingly gruesome photos of dead people. Piles of bodies with limbs missing, splayed open corpses on operating tables with their vital organs removed, hanged bodies that have been gutted and bled dry. Some of the soggy letters had blood and other fluids in them. The more letters you open, the more you notice that not all of the people are strangers. Some of them were people you see at work, others people you went to high school with. By the time you get to the last few letters, the pictures are of the mutilated bodies of your close friends and family members. The last picture, opened with fumbling hands and gripped in trembling fingers, is you.

Covered with gore, grinning from ear to ear.

You hear police sirens.
>> Anonymous
3/?

"Cool Julie, but I've never really liked dolls. They give me the creeps." Karen shuddered. "So you fell in the basement? Maybe you should take a break. I'll make popcorn and you pick out a movie" Julie set Stacy down on the sofa and went to the movie cupboard. Once she had picked a movie she turned around and saw Stacy face down on the carpet.

"How did you get there Stacy?" She picked her up and put the movie in.

"I got the popcorn ready." Karen entered with a big round bowl. Julie and Karen ate the whole bowl and had a great time watching the movie together.

"Okay Julie, Its bedtime." Karen announced. "I already let you stay up too late."

"I'm bringing Stacy with me. She can sleep in my room."

"Don't let her keep you up too long. Do you want me to tuck you in?" Karen asked.

"No, I'm okay. Where are you going to sleep?

"I'll be right here on the sofa. Goodnight Julie."

"Goodnight Karen." Once in her own room Julie put Stacy on a shelf in between the stuffed bunny and the bear across from her bed. She brushed her teeth and got her pajamas on. "Goodnight Stacy." Julie said as she drifted off to sleep.
>> Anonymous
knew I shouldn't have wandered in here when I have to BE TO FUCKING WORK IN FUCKING 4 HOURS. FUCK YOU /B/

*looks over shoulder*
>> Anonymous
>>69135903
If people are still mistaken to be dead today

The doctors are niggers, we CAN know. I didn't find anything scary in this story, anyways.
>> Anonymous
4/?

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Julie bolted upright at the sound of Karen's shriek at about twelve o'clock. She ran for the kitchen where she heard Karen screaming.

"Karen! What happened? OH MY GOSH!" Julie stared at the tile on the kitchen floor where Mrs. Whiskers body lay in a puddle of crimson blood. Her head severed off, three feet from the body. "Oh Mrs. Whiskers! Who did this?" Julie started crying at the loss of her cat.

"Julie, she could have jumped on the counter and knocked over a knife. I don't think anybody would have a reason to kill her. Let's leave her here and clean up in the morning. You just go back to sleep"

"Okay. Thanks Karen. I'm going to miss her and maybe someday I can get another cat and"

"Go to bed. You're rambling."

Julie was so tired she couldn't even think. As she crawled into bed she took one last look at Stacy who was on the shelf next to the giraffe. "Was that really where I had put her? Thought Julie as she immediately fell asleep.

She woke up in the middle of the night due to a nightmare. Stacy wasn't on her shelf so she went to find Karen. Maybe Karen was playing with Stacy. Julie heard muffled noises coming from the living room and she was beginning to feel very scared. In the center of the room was Karen tied up in a chair with lots of ropes. As Julie stepped toward her Karen tried to scream for her to get away but she was gagged so she couldn't talk.
>> 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
5/?

"Thaaacccyyy eeevvvooolll!! Thaaacccyyy eeevvvooolll!!" Karen tried to communicate.

Julie didn't know what she was saying but she knew something dangerous was in her house. Then she saw her. Stacy. She was on the sofa with a bloody knife in her hand. "You! You murdered Mrs. Whiskers!" Then she understood. Karen was trying to say Stacy Evil! Stacy jumped up and started chasing her with the knife. Julie knew what Stacy was cappable of doing. So she ran. She ran to her room and slammed the door. Surly Stacy can't open a door. Can she? Julie jumped up on her bed and got against the wall. She didn't know what to do.

Just then her door swung open and there was Stacy standing in the threshhold. Then very slowly in the sweetest, scariest voice Stacy said, "Play with me Julie."

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!" Julie screamed! Stacy was about to enter her bedroom was a huge axe came down on Stacy's little plastic head again and again and again. "AHHHHHHHHH!!!"
>> Anonymous
creepy= this book:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_of_Leaves
>> Anonymous
6/?

Then a boy about Karen's age appeared in her doorway. "Peter!" It was Peter, Karen's boyfriend! Julie ran into his arms and hugged him. "Stacy was going to kill me! You saved me!"

"No problem kiddo! Now lets go untie Karen!" Peter carried Julie into the living room where Karen was stilled tied up and gagged. Julie took the gag out of her mouth while Peter undid the ropes.

Karen jumped out of her chair and hugged Peter first then Julie. "Julie are you okay? She didn't hurt you did she?"

"No, I'm okay, a little terrified of dolls now but I'm okay." Julie answered.

"What about you Peter? Are you okay? You got rid of her for good right" Karen asked Peter.

"There is no way she will ever be coming back." Peter answered "Now I'm guessing you two don't want to stay here alone after all that right? Not with the dead cat in the kitchen?"

"Can we go to your house Peter?" Julie asked him.

"Sure! Why not? I'll drive you two back here in the morning before Julie's parents get home. What do you say Karen?"

"Thank you peter. I wouldn't mind leaving this house either." Karen agreed.
>> Anonymous
>>69131430
this picture makes me think of Charlie the Choochoo
>> Anonymous
7/8

So they went to Peter's house and Julie went right to sleep on the couch. When she woke up she was in a room that she didn't recognize at all. She heard somebody say "Look! She's awake!"

Just then her mom and dad rushed in looking frantic and saying things like "Honey, are you okay?" and "Oh I'm so glad you're awake"

Julie was very confused. "Where am I? Where's Karen and Peter? What about Stacy? Is She gone? Did somebody get rid of Mrs. Whiskers? What am I doing here?"

Her mother tried to calm her down. "Julie Honey, You're in the hospital. Karen is in the waiting room. I don't know who Stacy is. Mrs. Whiskers is at home, probably sleeping by the fire like she always does."

Julie still wanted a question answered. "WHY AM I HERE?"

Her father came over to her. "Julie, you were in the basement and you fell. You hit your head and got a bad concussion. Karen found you and brought you here. You have been in a coma for two days."

Julie had never felt more relieved. None of it had ever happened. She never found Stacy, Stacy never killed Mrs. Whiskers, She never tied Karen up. It was all in her mind. She had been here all along. She was so relieved.
>> Anonymous
The sink's clogged again. Great. At first, the water just drains slowly and you ignore it. When it gets worse, you dump some Drain-O down the sink, hoping that will do the job.

No good. In fact, it just gets worse.

You brush your teeth that night, curse and swear about the drain, and go to bed. You'll call the plumber tomorrow.

And then it gurgles. You sit up and stare at your bathroom. Another gurgle. You've had enough, this is getting annoying. Fetching a butter knife from the kitchen, you go to your sink and pry off the drain cover, peering down into hole.

And find a set of blackened, rotted teeth smiling back at you.
>> Anonymous
8/8

"Can I get you anything Sweetie?" Her mother asked.

"Actually mom, I am pretty hungry. Do you think I could have something to eat?"

"Of course. We'll be right back." Her mom and dad left the room.

Julie examined her room. It was nice. There were books, flowers, get well cards, and toys. One toy stood out to her more than the others. It was on a shelf across from the bed.

It had blonde hair, a pink shirt, yellow shorts, a never ending smile, and this time it was holding a bloody knife. It was Stacy and in that same evil voice she said, "Play with me Julie."

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!"
>> Anonymous
>>69136271
i have the lights on haha
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>69136449

more of these
>> Anonymous
Last one for now. Good night /b/

A woman living in the city was visiting some friends in a far away town. When she got into her car in front of this friend’s house, she noticed that a car started up right behind her car.

It was about 2:00 in the morning, and there weren’t any other cars on the road. After she had driven to the highway, she began to think that this car was following her. Some of the time he would drive up real close to her car, but he wouldn’t ever pass. She was really scared to death and kept speeding to try to get away from him.

When she got to Salt Lake, she started running stop lights to get away from him, but he would run right through them too. So when she got to her driveway she pulled in really fast, and this guy pulled in right behind her. She just laid on the horn, and her husband came running out.

Just then, the guy jumped out of the car, and her husband ran over and said, "What the hell’s going on here?” So he grabbed the guy, and his wife said, “This man’s followed me all the way from the town.”

>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Object class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.

Description: Moved to Site19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animate and extremely hostile. The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking. Object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personnel are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.

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

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>69137140
http://theholders.org/?Special:Series_List
>> Anonymous
It was the beginning of March Break and I was ready to enjoy it. I had no school and I was free to do anything I wanted. Living with me, were these kids who were sort of my cousins. There were two of them... a boy named Jake and a little girl named Jenny.

Now, little Jenny here just loved to play hide and go seek. She especially loved the hiding part. So I wasn't at all surprised when Jenny tugged my arm one day and said, "Hide and go seek!"

Normally, I wouldn't waste my time on playing a childish game, but today I felt great so I said to myself, why not? and soon I was counting to 20...

I had found everyone except for Jenny, and I was certain that I heard her voice in the closet. I opened it but found no one there. Then I heard her voice again so I decided to take a closer look, but still she wasn't there.

Finally, I gave up and left the room.

When I got to the living room I was shocked to see Jenny sitting on the sofa watching TV. I stared at her and said, "Weren't you hiding in the closet?" Jenny stared up at me with a strange expression on her face. "No, I was hiding in the basement, but I got bored so I came out."

As everyone watched TV I sat alone in my room staring at my closet, and shaking my head. Who made that voice..? I wondered.

I didn't even notice the closet door open...
>> Anonymous
This thread is perfect, i'm on my laptop, at my lake house alone, apparently my neighbor just got wireless and didn't secure it.
>> 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
If you ever find dargaia's nectar, you'll probably be one of the ones who have been looking for it all their lives, and thus won't need any instructions on what to do with it.

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

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

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

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

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

The third object will.. well, let's just call it "object 3". It's easier that way.
>> Anonymous
>>69137703
That's what you get for stealing
>> Anonymous
>(cont)
You can plant it anywhere you want. I advise someplace where you don't mind spending all your time and no one else will go. Your back yard or under your cellar works if you don't have any roomates; as long as there's fertile soil. Dig at least five feet down. It won't want to be buried, but just keep piling dirt onto it (if you can still hear it when you're finished you didn't go deep enough).

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

This is your sanctuary.

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

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

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

Because you're a Holder now.

And you'd better not let them come together.
>> Anonymous
>>69131430
Holy shit that's in Call of Duty 4!
>> Anonymous
I don't know if any of you have ever spent any time in prison but I was locked up for 16 months back in 1986.
When they assigned me to my cell and walked me in, I saw my cell mate standing against the wall eyeballing me. He didn't have any belongings in the cell which was good, it meant I'd have more room for my own stuff.
Throughout the entire 16 months he never said a word to me. No matter how much I tried to start up a conversation he would never respond.
I never saw him out on the yard either but, in this particular prison, yard time was scheduled in shifts according to your name, just like meal time. I always assumed that he would do things whenever I was out on the yard or at chow because, otherwise, I never saw him do anything other than sit.
Upon my release, I said goodbye to him and, of course, he didn't say anything.
I turned to the guard escorting me out and I said "Well, I sure did like my cell mate. I never heard so much as a peep out of him."
He laughed. Then he turned to me and said "Yeah, how did you like having the whole cell to yourself? With the new prison up in Sandusky, we've got enough room to give everybody their own cells."

Needless to say, I shat bri/x/.
>> Anonymous
EPIC FUCKEN THREAD
STICKY THIS THREAD YOU FUCKEN RETARD MODS
>> 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
Little Debbie. That motherfucking bitch. I wish I had killed her earlier. But she came back from the grave. Her grave is in the sewers because I ate her, and flushed that dirty little fuck down the toilet. She came out of a manhole and knocked on my door. I had no idea who it was, and when I opened the door, she shrieked and I grabbed a knife and lunged forward in an attempt to slash that dead bitch's throat open, but she teleported behind me and put a magic pump into my ass and sucked out all of my life energy. Then she removed my brain with the spinal cord intact and threw it into a black hole a million light years away. Who knew that black holes were really cosmic cunts? And who knew that humans were being raised into adulthood just so the servants of Satan could rip out human's brains with their spinal cords still connected to the brain and fertilize the Demon eggs inside of black holes? It turns out that people's brains with the spinal cord intact is actually the original sperm that fertilized their mother's egg, and the body is just supposed to keep it nourished until Satan's demons rip it out again and throw it into a black hole, and then it's the same old thing, millions of little sperms, except this time they're really human brains with spinal cords still attached to them, swirming and trying to find the demon egg to fertilize. The lucky bastard who finds the egg, which is hidden somewhere in the eternal darkness inside the black holes of the universe, gets to become a demon, and immediately suck the souls of the brains who failed to find the egg first into himself, thus becoming omnipotent. That demon is omnipotent only in this universe, though. He has the ability to tear through the walls of reality of this universe, and go into the Dark World, in which no mortal knows what is inside.
>> 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
Ever glanced at your own reflection, then looked at it hard enough to convince yourself that you're looking at someone else? Then turned your back?

Don't do that.

Never fucking do that.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>69138389
O-H-M-Y-G-O-D-I-M-O-N-F-I-R-Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
>> Anonymous
10/13

We captured a creature today, it's really strange, like nothing I've ever seen before. It makes me think of a bear, the body is kind of like a bear's body. The face though, christ, the face is horrible, it has really thin, long sharp teeth, nothing like you should find in a bear's mouth. The paws are strange too, they're not as big as a bear's should be, they're smaller and with some real nasty claws. It's such a weird thing, it's so vicious, after it woke up from the tranquilizer rounds it spent nearly two hours trying to claw its way out of the cage. What is this thing?

If you so much as go near its cage it'll lash out at you, Dan made the mistake of stepping near it and it slashed a big chunk out of his left leg and left a big scratch across his face. A few hours later his wounds aren't bleeding too bad now but they're still bleeding and we can't figure out why. They're wrapped up and covered in an antiseptic salve but they still won't stop bleeding. Dan hasn't felt too good either, he's been bleeding a lot but I don't think that's it.
>> Anonymous
>>69139053
10/14

The next day the stupid thing is still going crazy trying to get out of the cage, nobody will go near it, not to feed it or take samples from it or anything. Dan's scratches finally stopped bleeding but he's been quiet and he won't talk to anyone, and he won't go near that thing. He won't eat, either, which worries me. I think he might need to visit a hospital.

Around dinner we were all eating when suddenly we heard gunshots. My first thought was Dan, he was the only one who wasn't eating with everyone else, so a few of us ran to his room to see what was going on. All we found there was a note that said "i had to get it out of me". Dan was nowhere to be seen, but we went over to see that creature and we found it with its head blown off inside the cage. Unfortunately we found Dan there too--it seems like he blew his own head off after he killed the creature. The weird thing was that he was missing an enormous chunk of flesh off his torso, like something had maybe eaten it away. It wasn't a gunshot wound and we all wondered what did it. Nobody knew why he killed the thing and himself or what the fuck his note meant. We just figured we better get the fuck out of these woods and get out fast, maybe call the cops or the state rangers to try and figure out what the hell had happened.
>> Anonymous
>>69137703
Fucker you are stealing my internet lol!
>> Anonymous
moar
>> Anonymous
>>69139099
MOAR
>> Anonymous
>>69139099
10/15

something bad happened today we found more animals like that thing, only some were bigger some were smaller they were all real nasty

we all had guns and tranqs and we were able to fend them off for a while but some of us got scratched or bitten and we ran out of supplies

one small one bit me and ive been feeling like shit all day i cant get over the fact that it bit me i wish i could do something about it

maria got scratched too and shes been real angry. over dinner she grabbed a shotgun and started screaming that we'd all been marked and before anyone could stop her she shot herself. we didnt want the body in camp so we dragged it out into the trees. an hour later we could hear animals going crazy outside, we hoped it wasnt those things but i dont know what else it could have been

after the noises stopped some of us went to see marias body and there was nothing left just bones

i get the feeling well be seeing more of those things i feel dirty i just want them to go away i dont know why i think they mark us when they bite us

the noises are back outside oh god why is this happening

theyre coming closer please for the love o
>> Anonymous
>>69137703

Except for the pink color scheme, which ruins the whole thing.
>> Anonymous
>>69139513
Excuse me, I posted 3/3, walked off to get a chocolate-covered waffle, and then came back to a 'flood detected' screen.
>> Anonymous
Andrea...

I hope you see this.

I think you are the most stunning girl I have ever met.

<3
Ian

P.S. Get off this Creepypasta before you piss yourself.
>> Anonymous
Andrea, I hope you see this, lastnight was awesome, my dick is still throbing, oh and watch out for ian, i think hes on to us

<3.-
-tom
>> Anonymous
>>69139721

AHHH!!! THAT IS REALLY CREEPY!
>> Anonymous
>>69139606

You learn to associate it with creepy before long.
>> Anonymous
>>69139721

Wtf...Blink on my internet?

What a fucking fag.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed.

Today a friend of mine told me a story.

His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):

"They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them.
>> Anonymous
>>69140104
The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren't already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door...

Once for you bones, which she'll use to patch her own decaying flesh.

Twice for your muscle, which she'll gnash her teeth on between victimes.

Thrice for your bones, which she'll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victimes.

Four times for your heart, which she'll wear around her neck.

Five times for your teeth, which she'll polish and keep in a box.

Six times for your eyes, which she'll see the faces of your loved ones through.

Seven times for your soul, which she'll eat whole - you can never pass while you're in her stomach.

She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.

You can try to outrun her, but she's faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she's knocking on your door, she won't be so courteous when she catches up to you.
>> Anonymous
/x/ night on /b/
>> Anonymous
>>69140184
Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that's right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again."

Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints."

His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop shitting me.

He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.

Then a little girl's voice spoke over the line: "WITNESS." I hung up.
>> Anonymous
>>69140307
Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. She's doing it slowly... I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn't get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.

Nice knowing you guys, it's been fuy5
WITNESS
>> Anonymous
/r/ing that one about the "secret door" to the secret room and it had wall paper and a scratching noise at night and some other shit pls
>> Anonymous
>>69140306
/b/ was /x/ long before /x/ was.

They tried to push us out of here by making /x/ because we kept frightening the newfags.
>> Anonymous
Rawr fear the werejew!
>> Anonymous
In a small orphanage in a small village in Russia, there is a young boy. His hair is jet black, and messy, and he tattered jeans and an old dingy grey shirt.
Nothing is known of him. For 10 years, he sat in the bed in his room, never moving, never blinking, never eating or sleeping. In the 10 years, he has not seemed to age at all, continuing to look like a 7 year old boy. The only thing that proved he was alive is the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and the refusal to take his eyes off anyone who enters the room alone.
A lone psychiatrist came over in an attempt to find out why the boy had done nothing in 10 years. He entered the room, and shut the door behind him.
30 minutes later, the orphanage's nurse came to check on the 2 of them. Opening the door, she saw the child, still sitting, still not moving, eyes fixxed on her. However, something seemed different. He appeared a slight amount larger, not by much, but enough to make him look like a late 8 or early 9 year old. The psychiatrist was no longer in the room. The door was the only exit, as the room had no windows, vents, or anything, and it was, in fact, in the exact center of the orphanage.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Freaky Shit :
A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter. About an hour after they left for a night on the town, they realized they had forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her.

After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children watching too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.)

Well of course she could watch TV in their room, they replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous. Take the children and go to the neighbors, said whichever parent was talking to her. We'll call the police. We don't have a clown statue.
>> Anonymous
>>69139184
where u live?
>> Anonymous
>>69140635
He continued to sit, only seen occasionaly by the lady who came in to check on him, and she never closed the door upon entry.
A week or so later, 2 law enforcment personel entered the orphanage, demanding to speak to the boy about the disapearance of the psychiatrist. The 2 of them entered, clsoing the door behind him, as the head of the orphanage stood outside the door.
30 minutes passed, and not a sound came from the room. The Head eased the door open. The boy was still on the bed, but the officers where no longer there. The boy was know quite noticably bigger, about the size of a 15 year old. His skin was darker than usual, and he looked angrier than ever. But one thing remained the same: His cold, unforgiving eyes that stared at whoever entered.
Eventually, the law organized a large group of 10 officers to speak to the boy. They entered the room, and left the door open, until one of the younger orphans ran up and shut it, appearently in a daze.
The head quickly ran to re-open the door, and upon doing so froze him in horror. A low rumbling noise came from the room....

".....One....more...."

If you return to that orphanage, you will see it still continues to run. The orphans live in good care, health, and education. However, there is one room, that you sill see is boarded up, and far from enterable. If you ask what is behind it, you will be removed forcefully from the orphanage.
However, when no one's looking, if you place you're ear to the door, you will hear a low ominous growling sound, and if you listen for a bit, you will hear....

".....One.....more...."
>> Anonymous
>>69140811
4chan.
>> Anonymous
/r/ing that one about the "secret door" to the secret room and it had wall paper and a scratching noise at night and some other shit pls
>> Anonymous
MOAR!
>> Anonymous
>>69140998
Holy shit, come on over i have beer, and your wireless access.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
"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
creepypasta.com
>> Anonymous
>>69141362

I don't get it
>> Anonymous
omfg the TV in the living room just turned on by itself

What do I do /b/ :(
>> Anonymous
>>69141146
The hotel with the secret door ?
Is that the one , approve for delivery .
>> Anonymous
I heard birds chirping.
Almost dawn on the east coast

This thread won't be here much longer.
>> Anonymous
>>69141530
Read it again , It's creepy as shit while reading at night .
>> Anonymous
>>69141570
BARREL ROLL
>> Anonymous
>>69134078
This is the best story, mal.
>> Anonymous
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My neighbor was a Mexican, a man who bore a striking resemblance to Carlos Mencia. I never really got his name, and he never argued when I called him Carlos so I assume it was his name. I doubt he was the actual celebrity though, because he would often come over and watch him with me and say, "Damn, I hope I meet him someday."

Aside from watching TV shows and playing Guitar Hero every once in awhile, Carlos and I kept to our own apartments. He stayed in his side, and I stayed on my side across the hall. The one ritual we always had was to watch football together on Monday night. Tonight was going to be my homeboy Patriots vs his retarded Bears. I was really looking forward to this, just getting back from the Sunset Mart down the street with a bag of sour-cream-and-onion chips and a 6pack.

Usually he was in my apartment, eating my pizza and waiting for me to sit down. As I entered, I noticed Carlos was not in his spot. I turned around and knocked on his apartment door.

It swung open so suddenly that my hand shattered a dozen chips inside the bag from my squeezing. Carlos was inside, sweaty faced and babbling in that Mencia-like voice of his. Some spanish or other. "I need help, amigo! El Diablo (something in Spanish) in my motherfucking TV!"

I was not a man to be afraid of anything. Over time, I had gotten into the spirit of being able to beat the shit out of anything that could frighten me. Carlos kept babbling in Spanish, shouting about his TV.

Tossing the chips back into my apartment, I walked into his room. The TV was a good 35-inch flatscreen. How he afforded this shiny toy, I'll never know. It struck me to ask him why the hell we didn't use his place for football instead, but he was panicking like a little girl and probably would get mad.

"What the hell is wrong?" I said in a more uncaring tone then I meant.
>> Anonymous
>>69138389
If this was true every anon would have gone off like 4th of July fireworks already.

Creepy Pasta = fail.
>> Anonymous
/r/ing that one about the "secret door" to the secret room and it had wall paper and a scratching noise at night and some other shit pls
>> Anonymous
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>>69141775

Carlos was behind the couch, looking at his TV over the rim. In his eyes was the look of a man who had just experienced something terrible. The murder of his girlfriend. A family member burned alive. Something not right. This wasn't something caused by a scary movie.

"I told you, amigo, El Diablo inside my TV!" he was almost on the verge of tears. Shaking. What the hell had he seen?

"What exactly did you see?" I asked finally, giving him the attention he probably deserved.

He crouched down behind the couch, hugging his knees to his chest. Rocking back and forth. Like a child watching his first Freddy Kreuger movie. Finally he spoke.

"On the X-files. I watched it years ago. There was an episode of some creature...that mutated in the sewer. It had a face that sucked the life out of people. It was so white...so nasty..." he paused to wipe a few tears from his eyes. "I swear to god and diablo that I just saw it there, looking at me. Like it was coming for me next."

Ah, I knew what he was talking about. The Flukeman. I'd be damned if I said that creature didn't give me chills when I first saw it too. Like a human with no limbs, but a gigantic sucker face. It would inject tapeworms into someone's body and have it exit orally. Pretty nasty shit. I could see why he was freaked out.

"Hey, man," I started consolingly. "I saw that episode too. I know, it was some pretty freaky shit. Don't worry dude, you're a tough-ass Mexican. You can handle this shit."

He wasn't looking at me though. He was looking past me, eyes frozen in place. I turned to look as well. All I saw behind me was his bathroom with a shitty mirror covered in toothpaste stains.
>> Anonymous
>>69141587
Me
>>69141146
Got it , starting delivery .
Okay I haven't posted this story because even though things worked out okay I was terrified and thinking about how she looked and how I felt makes me feel the same way when I remember it.

I lived in the second oldest house in my area near Waco, Texas, from when I was about 11 til I was 18. I don't know the significance of this really but I feel it’s the only possible explanation for any supernatural presence. I'm not sure when the house was originally built but the rest of the houses around mine were built in the 40s and 50s so I supposed it’s older than that.
The house seemed normal when we first moved in. Only two families had lived there over the years so it wasn't like there was a high turnover rate. In fact no one really noticed or mentioned anything supernatural with the house.
>> Anonymous
>>69141587
Me
>>69141146
Got it , starting delivery .
Okay I haven't posted this story because even though things worked out okay I was terrified and thinking about how she looked and how I felt makes me feel the same way when I remember it.

I lived in the second oldest house in my area near Waco, Texas, from when I was about 11 til I was 18. I don't know the significance of this really but I feel it’s the only possible explanation for any supernatural presence. I'm not sure when the house was originally built but the rest of the houses around mine were built in the 40s and 50s so I supposed it’s older than that.
The house seemed normal when we first moved in. Only two families had lived there over the years so it wasn't like there was a high turnover rate. In fact no one really noticed or mentioned anything supernatural with the house.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>69141901

Carlos suddenly let out a blood-curdling shreik. This wasn't some stupid yelp, this was a long, rasping scream that rattled my bones. I'd never heard anyone scream that way before. In half a second he was on his feet, running away like a man possessed.

He didn't even stop to look where he was going. The idiot fucking crashed through my door, stumbling onto my floor. The only light on in there was my TV, casting an eerie luminescence over his face.

I'll never forget that look on his face. Pure, repulsed horror. Like his brain had shut down. Eyes wide, mouth quivering.

"Carlos!" I shouted, running over. "Chill the fuck out man!"

"It's a curse!" Another shriek. He shoved past me and ran out into the hall. Luckily, before he could see where he was going, konked himself right on the nose in his doorway. The fat Mexican crashed to the floor, unconscious.

I wasn't really sure what to do with him or how to check what drugs he was on. I nosed around his apartment, found some weed on top of a desk, nothing else. I dragged his body onto his couch and left him there, turned his TV off, and went back to my apartment. The Bears won by 2. Fuck that.

After some Keystone, I floated off to bed.
>> Anonymous
>>69141587
no the one with the brother and sister and when they moved to a new house it had a secret room in the brothers closet that they used to play in and it got scary ect
>> Anonymous
>>69141983
However, there was a "secret room." This room was actually a selling point for my parents to help us deal with moving. Even though my dad was in the military we had lived at our past house for quote awhile and didn't want to move. So of course when my parents said there was a secret passage connecting one of the possible bedrooms with a secret room we became excited about the new house. My sister and I fought for it but I won because the other bedroom already had flower wallpaper up. When I first saw my room I went straight to the closet to see the "Secret door."

The secret door wasn't really secret, it was right in the back of the closet and plain to see. However it was a lot smaller than any normal door. Even when I was only 11 or 12 I had to squat down to get in. It looked like it was made for a child to use.
Another interesting thing was that the door handle was not really built into the door, it was just a handle added as an afterthought. This made me think it was originally just some sort of attic or crawl space door and not meant for a room. The door was lockable by key from my side of the door, the other side had no handle or keyhole. When you open the door there’s a very small hallway which is the same height as the door and not really fit for an adult, but it’s just a few feet long and then you get into the room.
>> Anonymous
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>>69141997

And something jolted me up. My alarm? No, the sound of that Mexican screaming his stupid head off. 1 in the godamnded morning. I jumped out of bed, trying to wrap a blanket around me should any old ladies be in the hallway.

More screaming. What the fuck was going on?

I opened my door just in time to hear the window in his room shatter outwards. Like something had crashed through it. I crashed his door open and looked in.

Jagged glass in the window. TV on. Blankets leading toward the window. Some blood on the edge. I dashed over and looked out of it.

Carlos's body on the street, five stories down. Some pools of blood coming from it. The fucker had just thrown himself through the window. I dialed 911 as quick as I could.

The rest is a blur. Cops, lights, people asking me shit. I tried telling them everything I knew. I was able to get back to sleep about 6 hours later, trying to sleep off the confusion.

The next day was somewhat more normal, aside from the absence of my Mexican neighbor. I wasn't really sure what had happened, just that it was some fucked up shit. The day was mostly normal. I did my job at Taco Bell, went home with a Tostada in my tummy and ready to watch Unbreakable, which I had rented from Blockbuster.
>> Anonymous
>>69141729

Its 4:08 am right now
>> Anonymous
>>69142070
The posting started a few posts back .
Now my parents thought the room could be me and my sister's own little toy room or whatever when they first saw it, but after moving in they had second thoughts. I'm not sure what it was but they said it was because they wouldn't be able to hear us if we got hurt in that room since it was so detached from the rest of the house. Of course since we wanted our own secret room so badly they gave in, but said that we had to tell them when we were playing in there and we had to keep the door to my room, my closet, and the secret room open at all times when we were there. So we went on and like I said earlier nothing much really supernatural happened in the rest of the house, and not even too much in the "secret room," at least not to me.

My sister began having an imaginary friend. Whenever I wasn't in there I could hear her talking and whispering to someone. I noticed that although at first she used to have fun in there that as time went on she kind of seemed sadder when she was in there. However up til now this could all be coincidence so I didn't give it much thought.
>> Anonymous
>>69141983
fucking yes ty so god damn much
>> Anonymous
>>69142127

I turned out the lights. I like watching TV without the lights on. It just makes it easier to see. Others seemed to bitch about this kind of thing, but I enjoyed it. I flicked them off and then popped on my TV.

Static for a moment.

When I was a boy, my brother terrified me in my early years with a story of his about a certain kind of man that lived in Japan. The Sharkman. Regular body full of blood vessels and skin like any normal person, however his head was enlarged like a balloon. Instead of a regular mouth, he had row upon row of razor-sharp teeth, a smile stretching from ear to ear. Blood red eyes pulsating at me. I used to hide under my blanket at night, vividly picturing the Sharkman crouching over me with his drooling jaws, ready to bite my fucking head off if I showed it. Sometimes I could even see the red glow of his eyes through the blanket, staring through it into my head. I talk about this because it was the only fear in my life that I could never overcome. The man with eyes like red flashlights and a smile made of scissors permanently etched on his face. Sharkman.

Sharkman was suddenly in my TV, looking at me straight in the eyes. For that one hideous moment, his red eyes widened slightly and his lips pulled back, grinning hideously at me with that razor-sharp smile.

My heart suddenly beat a million times in half a second. Adrenaline, fear, every fucking emotions shot through my veins like a cannon. I had to get away from that thing. I yelped. I admit it. Like a girl, I squalled and dove backwards to my couch. By the time my head hit the cushion, the image had disappeared.
>> Anonymous
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>>69142229

I sat there for at least a minute, breathing the flames out of my lungs. The image was so vivid, so real. My worst fear in the entire world, projected onto that screen. And yet it was gone, as though it had never been there in the first place. I unclenched my hand from the sofa, feeling like I was prying my fingers off a metal can. Sharkman biting my fingers. Fuck. Sharkman invading my thoughts.

I tried to watch the movie, couldn't do it. Every time the camera switched to Bruce Willis or Samuel L Jackson, all I could think about was glowing red eyes and a stretched mouth full of shark-teeth.

I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hopefully sleep off the feeling. I don't think I'd ever been this scared in the last twenty years, not even the two times I'd had a gun pointed at me. As I looked up into the mirror to spit my toothpaste, what I saw made it dribble from my mouth.

Sharkman.

Looking at me with his shining red eyes. His huge fucking teeth grinding against each other. He blinked once, eyes like a strobe light. Mouth snapped open, jaws ready to tear my fucking face off. Sharkman looking back at me through my fucking mirror, holy fucking fuck.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>69142355

I turned around and dived. Random direction. Didn't care. Had to get away from that fucking THING. Couldn't let Sharkman catch me. Not with those jaws. But those eyes could search me out. They could see me anywhere.

Tumbling to the ground, I tried to find a way out. Something. Anything to get away from him. Fucking logic and drugs be damned. Had to get away from Sharkman.

I felt a sudden hot breath on the back of my neck. Then the sound of something gnashing together, like two chunks of metal. Or two sets of teeth. A red glow illuminated something behind me. Sharkman standing right fucking behind me about to chomp on my fucking neck. Jesus fucking christ in a fuckbag. Get me out of here. Anywhere.

The window.

That was escape. Escape from Sharkman and his fucking jaws of death and his eyes that could see fucking everything.

I hurled myself at it.
>> Anonymous
>>69142162
The kid is afraid , she had a dream about someone 'possessing' her mother's skin , but the nature of the story seems a bit real for the father .
Just as she finishes , the body next to him starts to slowly move , and slowly pulls the sheets .The father is scarred as maybe the mother is really not her and another dead body ..
>> Anonymous
/end of Sharkman story
>> Anonymous
old copypasta is old

give me some new shit, /b/
>> Anonymous
Ugh, I absolutely despise Creepy Threads. I'm a pussy like that.

But I can't help opening it up and scaring the shit out of myself.
>> Anonymous
>>69142193
The only weird things that happened with me was at night I thought I could hear some sort of scratching on the walls behind my room, except it wasn't really with fingernails it was softer sounding. It wasn't on the door, but coming from inside the room.
Now I believe that I only heard this at night because it was quiet at night, and the scratching rubbing sound was so soft that you normally couldn't hear it. I really had no idea what it was, I told my dad once and he looked around for some animal but couldn't find any so we just forgot about it and I lived with it. Like I said it was so soft it never really bothered me. It could be some far off tree rubbing against the house for all I knew. This rubbing happened consistently but like I said I never paid it much mind, at least until my sister went into the room one night.
>> Anonymous
>>69136565

minotaur
>> Anonymous
>>69142884
She knew about the rubbing too and never really said anything about it. One night though, probably about a year or so after moving into the house, the rubbing was going on as usual. I was in that limbo before falling to sleep when I thought that someone was in my room and unlocking the closet door. I thought it might have been a dream but I looked around and saw my door and closet door open, so I got up to check it out. I was a little scared but I realized it was probably mom or dad checking out the rubbing sound since I told them it still happened sometimes. I turned the light on in my closet and looked in. I saw a figure sitting in the room facing the wall. Now even when I was a kid, I had been pretty brave. I was still scared since I was pretty young, but I knew that you can't just run or you'll never know. I said "Hello?" and I heard "She wanted me to see" in what sounded like my sister's voice. The light was in the middle of the room, and it was tough taking even those few steps to get to it in the middle of that dark room. But like I said, I couldn't just leave so I just went there and turned it on. When I looked at the figure, it was indeed my sister, sitting and scratching at the wall paper. I touched her and she was crying so I pulled her up and took her out of the room. I'm really glad that I didn't just lock the door and run or else she'd be stuck in there all night (this is one reason why I never run away from anything abnormal). I locked the door, took her to her room and watched her as she went to sleep. I really thought she could've been sleepwalking or something although she never had before, and since it was over I didn't want to wake up my parents. I went back to sleep.
>> Anonymous
>>69140550
fail
>> Anonymous
me and my friend use to hide in my cupboard and suck each others dick
>> Anonymous
>>69132860
UGH, I HATE YOU /B/. I have an angel statue in my house!
>> Anonymous
>>69142610
wow, fucking terrible ending if that is the case
also, the holder of the end thing gets fucking gay after a while, its a good idea in theory, but with 538 things, some of them are bound to be repeats, and a bunch of the stories just suck in general. Good night for creepy pasta though, i had to turn the lights on for this shit.
>> Anonymous
>>69143088
The next day I asked my sister in the morning if she remembered going into the room and she looked freaked out. I told her she was probably just sleep walking but she said that "the girl" asked her to come look at her pictures. She didn't start crying but she was about to because she was so scared. I didn't ask who "the girl" was. I told her it was just a dream and went to prove it. She didn't want to enter the room again so I went in and saw where she was scratching on the wall. Only a little bit was scratched away, so I started peeling some more wallpaper off. Under the wallpaper were different pictures drawn in what looked like crayon. They were typical kid pictures of mainly cats, and houses, however there was one picture that I thought was weird.
It was a little girl, a cat, a mom, and a dad. Now everything looked like a normal kid family portrait, except the dad had no face. It was just a circle. Of course my rational side said she just never finished it. But still the dad picture looked strangely out of place, like the lines were distorted like she had trouble drawing it. Anyway I told my parents and they yelled at me for pulling back the wallpaper. I didn't want my sister to get in trouble so I didn't say anything about her or what happened last night. My parents said we had to get it fixed now and were mad, and didn't let me play in there again as punishment. The whole thing still seemed normal to me. Kid draws on wall, parents put wall paper up to cover it up. I didn't realize until later that night when the scratching rubbing sound started up, that it sounded like a crayon. I really started thinking that it was "the girl" that my sister talked about was drawing on the wall.
>> Anonymous
>>69142464
>Jesus fucking christ in a fuckbag.

lol'd

There is some good fucking shit in here but its way too tl;dr for 4chan.
>> Anonymous
fuck you guys, I gotta get up early tomorrow...

:( f5f5f5f5f5f5f5f5
>> Anonymous
>>69143308
2538

And not all of them need to have associated creepypasta.

I've only see three or four good pastas referencing the holders/objects.
>> Anonymous
i think creepypasta is a pretty cool guy. eh causes dread in the hearts of anons and doesnt afriad of anything!
>> Anonymous
THEN WHO WAS PHONE??
>> Anonymous
>>69143635

>i think creepypasta is a pretty cool guy. eh causes dread in the hearts of anons and doesnt afriad of anything!
>causes dread in the hearts of anons and doesnt afriad of anything!
>and doesnt afriad of anything!
>doesnt afriad
>> Anonymous
How many times have you been passing underneath a light just as it went out?

It wasn't a coincidence.
>> Anonymous
MOAR!!!
>> Anonymous
>>69143817
good job, newfag.

You've got the mistake-text-zoom down.

Now all you need is the knowledge of more memes, which you clearly lack.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I will get you from my crate dont come under the stairs and open the boxs i will eat you.
>> Anonymous
>>69143326
Finish the fuckign story faggot, if that was it then it's pretty lame.
>> Anonymous
>>69143326
Now after this happened, I started believing that the girl was actually in there. Once I started acknowledging her presence, weirder things began to happen. It happened really slowly. I was about 14 or 15 after the episode with my sister, and the weird things were happening slowly over the course of the next years I lived in the house up until I was 18. The changes were so subtle that I didn’t really notice that they were happening until much later. The drawing sounds increased a little bit and soon were audible even during the day. I also started hearing little pattering of feet. The more I heard these things the more emotional I felt about them. I started feeling angry the more I heard the sounds, especially when I was trying to sleep. However I always managed to control myself and try to think that this girl was obviously sad and just trying to have fun and I calmed myself down. However this was going on so long that I finally asked my sister when I was about 16.
>> Anonymous
Feel free to call this pasta if you want. I won't try to hard to convince you so just read it and decide for yourself.

I've always had a terrible fear of being submerged completely in water. Not that I can't swim or anything. My dad made me learn; he said I almost drowned when I was really young.
I was afraid of it because, for as long as I can remember, whenever I am under water and look up at the surface I see a woman reaching down to me with a warm smile, with glowing golden hair and dark blue eyes. Even if its just in a bathtub. It wasn't an odd occurrance, it was every single time. Thinking about it after would freak me out, which is why I avoided it, but at the time she always made me feel like everything was alright.

I never told my dad about it as a kid, but I did ask him about my mom. He never wanted to talk about her. Sometimes he even got mad at me for trying too hard to bring it up.

It was only recently that I described this apparition to him. He nearly drove into a telephone pole; obviously he knew something. I asked him, again, about my mom. He still would say much, except that she died when I was very young, and that she loved me very much. He also admitted that her hair and eyes were those colors, just like mine.

So I did some research on my own, looking up her name for myself on my birth certificate and trying to find any references I could, any news clips about a boy nearly drowning, any thing. I mostly wanted a picture, something I could match to my guardian angel.

Today, burried in our town library, I found it. The article was about a psyche patient escaping and jumping off a bridge.

It turns out my mom spent the last two years of her life in a mental institution, starting right after I was born, after she tried to drown me in a bath tub.
>> Anonymous
>>69144200
You wish
>>69144256
I asked her if she ever heard the sounds. She said that she did, although they were pretty quiet. Now I didn’t think this was so weird since obviously I could hear them too, and I told her how annoying it was. She kind of looked at me as if she was hurt, and said that every time she heard the sounds she felt really sad. She had trouble talking about it, but I told her this is pretty important since it’s going to affect the rest of my years left in the house. She told me that “the girl” was the girl that she used to talk to when she played in the room. She didn’t know her name, but they used to play together. She said she looked just like a little girl about her age so they had fun together. However, as my sister got older, the little girl seemed to get older too, except very unnaturally. It was subtle at first but soon she began hating seeing her. She said she looked as if she “shouldn’t have been alive anymore.” I didn’t really know what this meant. My sister said she wore the same dress the whole time, even when the girl grew out of it. I asked her why she went into the room that one night to find the pictures, and she said she really didn’t want to but the girl made her feel so sad and she’d do anything to help her out. However this still freaked her out and I didn’t ask anymore questions.
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xf6Geh82vXg

full Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv
>> Anonymous
When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolizes other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people.

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

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

The woman smiled and raised her arm “something like this?”
>> Anonymous
>>69144543
Things got worse every night, and I hated hearing that sound. I was so mad that she wouldn’t just shut up so I could sleep. The weird thing was I was scared at the same time, since I knew that whatever it was in there wasn’t actually alive anymore. What also freaked me out was that the sound didn’t annoy my sister, but I guess she had more tolerance than I did.

I asked my parents who used to live here, and they said a family with two sons. Of course this didn’t have anything to do with the room, since they had it locked off the entire time they were there. So I asked if they knew anything about the family before them. They said the original owners were the ones who had the house built and that they didn’t know much about them, except that they had a daughter who died when she was 11. I asked if they knew how she died, but they said it was some sort of accident, so it wasn’t murder or child abuse or anything. I also asked if she died in the secret room, but they said they didn’t think so. I really think that this was the girl in the room, although I have no idea why she inhabited it still.
>> Anonymous
Great i cant fucking sleep now.
Good thing i dont have to do anything tommorow
>> Anonymous
>>69144653
watched it nothing happen... OH MY EYES
>> Anonymous
>>69142464

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>>69142464

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>>69142464

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>> Anonymous
>>69144543
Just took a while for you to post and i was just getting into the story. I was afraid it was over and a let down, sincerest apologies.
>> Anonymous
>>69144842
Once I knew this I sort of had an idea with what I was dealing with. Last year was when things got the worst. I heard almost constant drawing and her jumping around inside the room. The footsteps sounded heavier and were louder. If I ever heard it I’d pound on the door to the room and she’d stop immediately, but I’d hear soft whimpering or crying. She’d also start drawing again later on. Sometimes I’d scream at her to shut up. I really got mad every time it happened since it had been going on for 6 years. However, I knew that I had to do something about this. I was a lurker by this time so I’ve read a lot of ghost story threads, and I remembered how pussy most of the goons were regarding ghosts and never checked anything out. So I knew that I had to at least understand what was going on exactly, and if possible end it. I didn’t really have a plan but I knew I had to see the girl or talk to her or something.

Last year, shortly before I turned 18, my parents went away for the weekend, so I took the key to the secret room from their room (they kept it ever since locking it that day when I took off the wallpaper). I was determined to see her so I stayed up expecting to hear sounds. I couldn’t hear anything so soon I just fell asleep. It was about 1 am when I woke up to a loud bang, like someone jumped or fell. I heard her footsteps afterwards and of course the drawing. The first thing I felt before any fear was pure anger. I hated that she woke me up, even though this was what I wanted. I immediately grabbed the key and went to the door. I was pounding on it as I said “That’s it!” and unlocking the door. The sounds stopped and I heard whimpering. I threw open the door and this was the first time I saw the room in years.
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
>>69145310
The light coming from my room illuminated a figure in the room, much like when I saw my sister years earlier. This was when I began to feel a wave of different emotions. I was really angry, really scared, yet I also knew that I had to do this and remain calm. I went into the room and stood a few feet away from the figure which was standing in the corner. I turned on the light. What I saw was probably the most horrific sight I could probably have ever even thought of in my entire life. Any horror movie monster had nothing on how unnatural the girl looked.

I finally realized why my sister described her in such a weird way. Her body was taller than she should have been. Her limbs were so lanky and bony and stretched like she kept growing past how tall she should have been. She was wearing a really small dress, and it was really tight on her body. Her face looked as if her head had continued to grow but her face had not. The skin was stretched and the eyes were sunk back into her head yet wide open and her small, childlike teeth were exposed since her lips were stretched back with the rest of her face. Her hair was down to her waist, her face had tears streaming down. I took all of this in in just a moment, and as soon as we met eyes she let out a wail as if she was crying and moaning at the same time. It wasn’t a loud wail like most people describe ghosts, it was pretty soft and it was as if she was in terrible pain, but I couldn’t tell her expression since her face was so unnatural and stretched.
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzBCPAOl9bo

not to make you scared of your own reflection or anything...
>> Anonymous
>>69141775

Closest I've come to being genuinely creeped in ages. Fucking awesome.
>> Anonymous
>>69145357

lol. Nice try anon. I'm not going to my mirror.
>> Anonymous
>>69145446
As soon as I heard the wail all the anger in my body was overcome by fear and I ran. I wish I could say I ran for a video camera, but I just ran. I know I’ve been talking about how much I hate when people don’t investigate things but I was so terrified that I ran. Once I got out of my room I ran to my car and drove away and spent the night at a friend’s house. Once I realized what happened I was in a cold shiver and scared out of my mind for the entire night. I was too scared to go back home until my parents came home.

I waited until they came back on Sunday, and then I came over. They asked me why I took the key and left the closet door open and I just told them I wanted to see if I could sell any of my old toys on eBay. I took one last look in the room and locked the door. Ever since then nothing happened. I don’t know why things stopped, but I’m always hoping its not because I “let her out” like in the Ring or something and that she’s really evil. Since nothing has happened since then I do really hope that I helped her out in some way, but in all honesty I don’t care. My parents moved after I went to college, and I have no intention of ever going back.
>> Anonymous
>>69145655
What's the time there , I have planned something for you ..
>> Anonymous
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>>69142355
STAY OUT OF MY WAY, FLUKEMAN
>> Anonymous
>>69145446

This one is one of the worst tl;dr offenders to ever grace a creepythread.

I like this imagery here at the end though; that's probably the best part.
>> Anonymous
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>>69145759
Brix were finally shat
>> Anonymous
>>69145981
Sharkman?
>> Anonymous
>>69144093
AAAAAAARRRRRRRGHHHHH!
>> 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 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 effect 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
Delicious Thread ,
You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock.

There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection.
>> Anonymous
>>69146411
lulz, this took long enough.
>> Anonymous
>>69145655
You're not creeped out , well then let me tell you a true story ..
He was in his room, with the lights turned out. Having long since in bed, the glow of the laptop was the only dim light in the darkened room. The concentrated bright glow in front of him dulled everything else in the room, essentially enveloping him in a cloak of absolute black. There were several windows up, with more than three tabs up on each of them – he was doing a lot of surfing on the net tonight. Not that it mattered, since this was the beginning of his weekend. He could stay up all night if he wanted to, and not have to worry about anything. Reaching across to where he'd put his drink, a brief glimpse of bright green caught his eye. Momentarily startled by it, he shook it off a second later when he thought of the battery pack for his laptop. He took a drink from his glass, his fingers nearly slipping off of the slick surface. Putting the glass back down on, he reaches to adjust his headphones and goes back to what he had been doing, turning the volume up as he does so. Just as he does this, his laptop shuts off completely, and he is left alone in the dark. As he reaches down to the battery pack, his headphones slip... and that is when he remember he didn't plug the battery pack in like he usually did. His headphones slide further from his ears, and a faint slithering hiss, as something takes hold of his arm. And at that very moment he got scared And said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo home to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
Scary yet /b/ .
>> Anonymous
>>69133176
i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you
>> Anonymous
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WERE WE TOO LATE FOR SHARKMAN?!!
>> Anonymous
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Whats in the basket?
>> Anonymous
http://www.projectfacade.com/index.php?/case/

"The birth of plastic surgery"; post-WW1 scarred faces and doctor's early attempts at fixing them.

Good luck trying to unsee it.
>> Anonymous
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Once there was an old woman who went out in the woods to dig up some roots to cook for dinner. She spotted something funny sticking out of the leaves and dug around until she uncovered a great big hairy toe. There was some good meat on that toe which would make a real tasty dinner, so the old woman put it in her basket and took it home.

When she got back to her cottage, the old woman boiled up a kettle-full of hairy toe soup, which she ate for dinner that night. It was the best meal she'd had in weeks! The old woman went to bed that night with a full stomach and a big smile.

Along about midnight, a cold wind started blowing in the tops of the trees around the old woman's house. A large black cloud crept over the moon. Oliver, I can see you. Inside the house, the old woman stirred uneasily in her bed and nervously pulled the covers up over her ears.
>> Anonymous
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>>69146747
Fuckin wannabes.
>> Anonymous
>>69146661
OP here
I had to post it myself after scouring the internuts to find it. I'm disappointed in /b/s failure to deliver but delighted that this thread is still alive.
>> Anonymous
>>69146425
You motherfucker i literally fell outta my chair
>> Anonymous
anyone in the 18-22 age range remember those books that were filled with creepy pictures and scary stories? they were in black and white, and scared me when i was young.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scary_Stories_3
>> Anonymous
>>69146690
shat brix
>> Anonymous
>>69147064
"Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark" Already told it.
>> Anonymous
this better end up on 4chan archive
>> Anonymous
>>69147116
I have it but it's more of an Idea than a story , btw you're story was not the original it added a few lines at the end .
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
>>69138389
FUCKING EPIC, LOL
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfZItov1BUo&NR=1
>> Anonymous
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
Meh. Not very scared. Other than the urge to do a shoulder check, I'm fine.

Night /b/
>> Anonymous
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>>69147091
Go carve yourself a new cunt, Sharkman! This is Flukeman's house!
>> Anonymous
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Some decent creepy pasta here.
>> Anonymous
>>69147441
Evolution over the years has taught our senses to pick up on danger or just general disturbances in our area. Most people can tell when they are being followed or something of that effect.

You know that feeling when you are walking down your stairs..your hair stands up..you turn around and nothing is there?

Don't turn around next time....
>> Anonymous
>>69147673

.gif
>> Anonymous
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>>69147668
>> Anonymous
A 15-year old boy in a small town in Maryland sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on and logged into an instant messaging program, and was then suprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day.

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

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

When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracks leading away from the house from the back door. The forensics report concluded that the entire family, the boy's classmate and his parents, had been killed sometime the previous night.
>> Anonymous
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>>69147765
>> Anonymous
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>>69147844
>> Anonymous
>>69147425

Do you have any idea how many times we've done this before?
>> Anonymous
Prepare for Brix
A young woman was sleeping in her bed, and it was her first day of moving into the new house. It was her first time she was living alone. At night, she couldn't get to sleep - uncomofrtable in the new bedroom - and sat their awake. She was relaxed by the thought of her pet dog lying under the bed, so she fell back to sleep. Suddenly, she was woken by a dripping sound. She became worried, so threw her hand under the bed to recieve a reasurring lick from her pet dog. After her hand was licked, she got up and went to the bathroom. 'Ugh, i left the tap on!' she cursed, and turned the nozzle on the tap around.

She went back to bed, and fell back to sleep. She was suddenly awoken again by a crashing sound of water. She stuck her hand under the bed, recieved a lick, and went into the bathroom again. The shower had turned on, so she switched it off - confused - and walked back to bed...now irritated and tired. She fell back to sleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
>> Anonymous
>>69134270

You win, good sir. I seriously startled at that last line.
>> Anonymous
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>>69147942
>> Anonymous
>>69147948
She was awoken by a thundering sound outside, and harsh rain beating the windows. She ignored it, until she felt cold droplets of water hitting her face - and opposite her bedroom she noticed the bathroom window was open. I watched your friend drop you off a few hours ago Oli, late night studying? She got the lick from her dog, and went into the bathroom to close the window. She tried the switch - it didn't work.

So she stumbled into the pitch-black room, and closed the window. Sighing, she looked towards the wall - as a strange smell was coming from it. Suddenly, lightning filled the room - and the girl saw her pet dog dead on the floor, and in blood written on the wall read: 'Humans can lick too'

The police found the dead body of a 20 year old woman the next day...
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>69147948
older than shit
>> Anonymous
>>69148072
Fuck you anon ,I /b/raxed shit everywhere
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>69148201
If you weren't already fapping to this story when you were 10 then you have no business being here.
>> Anonymous
>>69145981
>>69146747
>>69147091
>>69147668
>>69147765
>>69147844
>>69147942
>>69148040

LOL
>> Anonymous
>>69148120
Have a shit ,
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CUod3jGQt0U
>> Anonymous
>>69147673
You MOTHERFUCKER.
That'll teach me to fucking check the filetype. Good god almighty, I almost threw my cat off my lap and across the room.
>> Anonymous
>>69148208
You fucking faggot , This is a picture thaat was Just NOW posted on /x/ , gtfo !
>> Anonymous
>>69148208
D :
>> Anonymous
>>69146411
I was amazed by your insight until I realized it's 4:35 in the morning and I thought it out. Fears are not passed through generations by anything but word. No genetics.

People are afraid of the dark because of things that they've experienced in their lifetime or heard of, of lightening because they think it can kill and target them specifically. Afraid of thunder because of the part of our brain which responds to loud noises (there's a part that responds to loud noises and to sights) and we're afraid of heights because we indeed know they can kill us. We can overcome them.

The figures with dark, sunken eyes, sharp teeth and elongated faces because they're incredibly irregular. They're abnormal. People instinctual fear the abnormal because they enjoy being comfortable. Seeing abnormal things or imagining them is rather uncomfortable.
>> Anonymous
>>69148818
And..?
>> Anonymous
>>69143958
thats happend to me alot
>> Anonymous
>>69133745

You're just a fucking idiot arn't you?
>> Anonymous
I almost shat brix from a fucking pop-up thanks to you assholes.
>> Anonymous
>>69149047

It doesn't happen to most people. But to some people, it happens a lot.

It's.. weird.
>> Anonymous
>>69149300

That pasta WAS a lot creepier with the clown.

But at least the angel is better than the owl.
>> Anonymous
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the mudkips doll in the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not liek mudkips."

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No mudkips doll was ever found, but there was some mud and water spattered across the window. .
>> Anonymous
This just came to me, excuse any grammatical errors and such..im fucking tired

You notice how when people are scared at night they usually turn the lights on, well thats not always a good idea. Look around you, there is probly a window somewhere. is that window covered with something, blinds, curtains, or something of that sort. If not look out the window with the lights on. Yes even though you might be scared at night with he lights off at least you can see who is watching you through your windows
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
/thread
>> Anonymous
>>69149047
You're going to die a horrible death .
>> Anonymous
>>69149798

Ha! Fuck you, there's no windows in my room!
>> Anonymous
>>69149941
the reason i got the urge to write this is because there is one in mine..the light is on..and the blanket im using as a curtain fell down..i can't see shit capp'n
>> Anonymous
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>>69148040
>> Anonymous
>>69149023
gb2/x/
Back to op ,
Some years ago in a small town in Colorado lived a middle-aged couple and their only son. The family's life was strained for years after the father was diagnosed with an inoperable tumor. The son had always been close to him, and times had gotten harder when the father could no longer take part in many activities they used to share. The mother grew increasingly depressed and absent, as did her son. The man knew the effect he was having on his family, and would stare catatonic for hours at a time, his mind restless but without focus. He sat waiting away the remaining days of his life, and trying to hope for the best for them - but his thoughts became more addled and erratic every day.

Late on the eve of the son's 16th birthday, the woman knelt before her bed while her husband stared off, and prayed that her son would not have to witness his father's death - and that he would be at peace when his father had finally died, presumably going to a better place. She wept gently and fell asleep knelt against the bed, only to awake shortly after an unpleasant dream. She awoke repeating the phrase 'in 34 days' over and over to herself, trying to understand what it meant. The woman could no longer recount any details of the dream, only 'in 34 days' and that it was extremely chilling.
>> Anonymous
>>69149857
its been happening for about 4 years..every time i go to a town 20 miles away to see a friend.
>> Anonymous
>>69140369
damn, that one creeped me out for reals.

i actually listened for the knock, and then my house settled a little and i heard a crack.

faggot.
>> Anonymous
>>69150088
During the son's birthday celebration, the woman watched solemnly as the few children that had attended were avoiding her son and left early, as he began to take on more characteristics of his father, staring off into space. She became worried that if he did not receive closure soon, he would become permanently cold and distant. In the moments following her son silently retreating to his room, and the guests nervously saying goodbyes and leaving quickly, she realized that 'in 34 days' her husband would die.

Thirty four days later, the woman walked into her son's room to find him crumpled in a sticky pool of his own blood, with a scrawled, cold note stating: "Bye." The father continued staring off into space, the blood slowly staining his pants and shirt as he sat on his son's bed.

The boy did not have to witness his father's death, and neither did his mother.
>> Anonymous
>>69149798

"You just turned the light on. You fucking pussy, turn it off, right fucking now. Turn if off and make sure all the blinds are open.

You need to see what watches you."
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
>>69149941
Oh, wow.

So you won't even see her coming.
>> Anonymous
THERE ARE NIGGERS IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD.

Scared yet?
>> Anonymous
Creepy nonetheless ,
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 have 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
>>69149006
You have a point, a lot of fears are oral. (lol, oral)
But also tons of fears are innate, like the fear of heights. That IS genetic, and there's tons of shit about babies that won't crawl over visual gap.

As for weird white faces, well everyone hates a honkey.
>> Anonymous
I Braxed shit for 4 days because of this , Fuck ->
You've been talking to a girl on internet chat rooms that says she's 13. One day, she decides to invite you over for "a little fun". She only lives a few miles away, you are not one to pass up this opportunity.

You arrive at the address she gives you, but you have second thoughts. You shrug them off and open the door, imagining the sweet underage pussy to come. You can see her; she made cookies and lemonade. "How cute." you think, but secretly you know that she is not so innocent. She asks you to wait in the kitchen and that she's going to slip on something more comfortable. "Better to take it slow and enjoy myself," you think. You hear footsteps... but not 13 year old girl footsteps. "Why don't you take a seat over there..."
>> Anonymous
Wow, talk about serious "tell me another story, daddy!" fag bullshit in this thread.
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
>>69150368

Yeah I will. Bed (and laptop) are in center, walls are fairly far away, door has glass I can see through.

I'm more boned if she comes through the ceiling/monitor/floor.

...OH FUCK YOU!
>> Anonymous
Creepiest pasta:
One day you were fucking with the mods again, and as usual they ban you. However, after changing your IP you find you are still b&. You hurriedly change your mac address, but to no avail. You switch computers, switch networks, and try your friend's computers 20 miles away, but you are permab&.
Enjoy your solitude, /b/.
>> Anonymous
>>69150372
lol no there aren't

Welcome to Canada.
>> Anonymous
>>69150572
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHAH
CHRIS HANSEN LOL
>> Anonymous
>>69150782
And John was a zombie.
>> Anonymous
NO JOHN YOU ARE THE DEMONS
>> Anonymous
>>69150782
BAHAHA
>> Anonymous
>>69150755
Did you leave you room at all tonight...take a piss, get a snack....she is already under your bed
>> Anonymous
>>69150755
lulz, I pictured basement-anon dragging his bed and computer stand away from the wall and to the center of the basement before posting this.
>> Anonymous
>>69150372

No there aren't. The white crazy guy (the ONLY white guy in a neighborhood of mexicans) killed them all.

We proceeded to use him as a piñata.
>> Anonymous
>>69150663
Seriously , why do you even post , if your comment is shallow and made of fail .
It's ,
"gimme moar daddy , so I give you cock " as in you give you get .
Faggot !
>> Anonymous
>>69150372
Nah just mexicans and crackheads
>> Anonymous
>>69150921

...It's possible to kill dead things, right? I started stabbing right after thinking that, and felt myself hit something, so I should be safe now right?
>> Anonymous
>>69150782
One day you find yourself in a room alone with Moot. He begins to talk to you about animu. You find yourself unable to call him a fag, and unable to leave.
You are powerless, and nod your head politely, as he recounts Naruto episodes one....
by....
one...
>> Anonymous
FUCK YOU /B/
MY DOG WAS SLEEPING UNDER MY BED AND YOU MADE ME KILL HIM!
>> Anonymous
>>69133247
HAHAHHA
>> Anonymous
>>69147425
It won't, because it's all creepy PASTA.
>> Anonymous
One day Ur in clas, den u get a call from Ur teacher n sez "PAY TENTION!"
but ur techer is at the desk..
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
>>69147673
God damn it! That got me so good! Cheater!
>> Anonymous
>>69133867
seen it, the gut in the video is actully in the marketing department of the corperations that set up sweat shops (go to poor countries and pretty much slave labour the poor people there)
>> Anonymous
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>>69145171

anon provides

creepy indeed...
>> Anonymous
>>69151091
that reminds me, I made a new character in WoW today..i randomized the name, the first one was Moot. I laughed
>> Anonymous
Anyone know the name of / got a link to that series of blog entries about an evil house? Completely forgot the name of it. The story starts with two friends finding out an old school friend went insane and shot an old couple, then one of them goes to this creepy old house and starts sending text messages to the other friend, and the last one is "THE DOOR IS OPEN" and then he goes missing.

The story goes over a load of different blog sites and under a load of different names, but they're all focussed on this house which is identical even though they appear in loads of different states.
>> Anonymous
Fuck I feel so conflicted, I love creepythreads and this one is epic, yet it is 2:40 and I will need to sleep soon.

FFFFUCK
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xf6Geh82vXg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xf6Geh82vXg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xf6Geh82vXg

DO NOT CLICK THIS. WARNING!
>> Anonymous
>>69141570
just turn it off dumbass. mine does that shit too... off and on... off and on... its so damn irritating cause it always waits till like a huge party of the plot is being revealed and then click... it cuts off but befiore you can find the remote it will usually come back on. pisses me off so much...
>> Anonymous
>>69151338
story gos like ths:
op posts and sed, "hey im gurl names becky forsburg"
den som1 sed tits op
den op came and said "dat wasn me hoo OP'd".
THEN WHO WAS OP?
>> Anonymous
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>>69150572
Oh fuck , I ain't sleeping for a long time .
>> Anonymous
>>69151091
oh shi-!
>> Anonymous
HNNNNNGHHHHHHHH
>> Anonymous
Plan for Creepy pasta


Time Period
Suggest commonly known truth, then turn around to disprove with story with long drawn out boring ending, while listing many different possibilities possibly like a black enchanted candle, Jacks long lost sister coming back to eat his fa-
>> Anonymous
>>69151489
I read that, cannot remember what its called...it has house in the title though..like The something house..i think its a flower or plant name..go the name from house of leaves

ill look
>> Anonymous
>>69151797
this isnt the time and place for tha-
>> Anonymous
>>69150572
Oh god! That's my worst nightmare!
>> Anonymous
>>69151797

Nice of him to hit a - before you got taken away. Candlejack doesn't have time to do th
>> Anonymous
>>69151942


Candlejack cared about his gramm-
>> Anonymous
Hey, /b/
Um...Yeah, killed my dog thanks to you assholes and dragged it out from under my bed, but now I hear something from there...
I'm sitting in the corner now, staring at my bed, my door behind it so I can see anything through it, help me /b/, what do I do?
>> Anonymous
>>69152046
>>69151883
>>69151797

The fact that these fags think they're doing it right is the creepiest thing in this thread.
>> Anonymous
>>69152085

barrel roll
>> Anonymous
>>69151942
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 and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist. So put out the candles and stop jacking off because its creepy pa
>> Anonymous
>>69152149

I still hear something under my bed, and can't see under it.
>> Anonymous
>>69152085
cry
>> Anonymous
>>69151942
>>69152134
samefag
>> Anonymous
>>69151660
Protip : Anon's a ghost .
>> Anonymous
epic terrifying thread
thank god the sun rises in an hour or so
>> Anonymous
>>69152246

No, fuck you, I don't cry, /b/ made that impossible for me.
>> Anonymous
>>69152389
Kill yourself! You already killed your dog... might as well make it a murder-suicide.
>> Anonymous
Fuck you guys, now I'm going crazy and seeing things that aren't there.
Like eyes under my bed, and a few letters in my dog's blood.
>> Anonymous
>>69151862
http://www.dionaea-house.com/
>> Anonymous
>>69151091
*dies* *blows up* *pees* *dies again*
>> Anonymous
>>69151489
all I remember is at the end the wife/girlfreind is one of the only ones left, and there is the the door is open and also we are waiting for you or soemthing like that
>> Anonymous
>>69152819

It's driving me mad. I remember it being an interesting read, and it had such a simple, stupidly simple name. It was just "something house", but the "something" was a really benign term (so it's not "evil house" or something like that).
>> Anonymous
>>69152728
Thank you, I was going insain trying to remember the name.
>> Anonymous
>>69152588

No, I think she wants that, and she's staring at me waiting.
Waiting with those cold, dead eyes.
Waiting for me to move, to turn away, to leave, anything so she can get me without me seeing her.
>> Anonymous
>>69152728
I knew it started with a d...i kept thinking like Disgea though..fucking hell
>> 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
>>69153220
Your going to nod off sooner or later.
and can you still see your door, what makes you think she is alone.
>> Anonymous
>>69153220
Give her your laptop with /b/ open on it. It will keep her busy for eternity. Leaving you to fap on her all you want.
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfIf1-7KEoM&feature=related

I don't post much but is this believable to any of you?
Fact or Fiction I'm not gonna be able to sleep tonight : )
>> Anonymous
>>69152926
Anon is still able to deliver !
>> Anonymous
>>69153344

If I close my eyes, I know she'll get me before you can save me.
She's just watching, waiting.
>> Anonymous
A dark night in November a girl was babysitting for two small children. The children's parents said they would be gone until 2am, and the kids had gone to bed already.
The girl padded barefoot into the kitchen to get a drink, she tried to flick the light on, but nothing happened. Just then the lights in the rest of the house went off.
She went upstairs to check on the kids, but they were dead or something and then loads of creepy shit happened with a murderer or something I don't fucking know.

FIN
>> Anonymous
guys, halp, there's this human staring at me and he won't stop.

He doesn't even stop to post on /b/, he just sits there and types without looking away from me, it's fucking creepy. I'm afraid to look away because I know the second I do he's going to dive for the dresser and whip out a maglight on my ass.
>> Anonymous
>>69153428another creepy part about it is that it has over 300,000 views and only 2 comments total
>> Anonymous
>>69153511
WIN!
>> Anonymous
>>69153395

This is probably the best idea, but I don't think it'll work.
And fuck you,>>69153393
Just...fuck you!
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
MOAR WTF !
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
>>69153622
Do a barrel roll.
>> Anonymous
>>69132860
this piece of shit showed up on chan about a grillion times lately. It's not creepy - angels aren't creepy. useda be a clown. GTFO
>> Anonymous
You:>>69153656
Reference this:>>69153622
>> Anonymous
>>69153622

Ok, if you're really the one staring at me, please just look away, or come out or something, stop creeping me out!
>> Anonymous
>>69148502
Holy shit wtf man , just wtf ??
Had to change to a computer where ISP is not forbidden to watch that !
>> Anonymous
>>69153656
Your welcome, just wait until you hear the giggling from behind the wall your sitting against
>> Anonymous
>>69153934
Promise not to bash me with a maglight?
>> Anonymous
>>69153428
Goddamn. Real or not, that's the first time I've been creeped out in quite a while. Actually gave me chills.
>> Anonymous
>>69153994

Promise, just stop staring at me!
>> Anonymous
>>69154055
Just as planned.
>> Anonymous
>>69154055
Ok, but what are we going to do about that smiling clown behind you?
>> Anonymous
>>69154101
Fail, we already know he is sitting in a corner against the walls
>> Anonymous
>>69154101

No.
No no no.
There's a wall behind me, nothing else, you're not going to make me look away just so you can get me when I'm not looking.
I can knock on the wall behind me and see? Nothing, just wall.
And the clown doll to my side is just a doll. JUST a doll.
>> Anonymous
>>69147673
why didnt i notice that it was a gif before i opened it!!! im such a dumbass
>> Anonymous
>>69154222
Are you positive you can still see the door, Im serious about them working in numbers.
>> Anonymous
>>69154358

Yes I can still see the door.
>> Anonymous
>>69154222
Then tell it to stop staring at me!
>> Anonymous
>>69154222
I concur
>> Anonymous
>>69154404

There, you happy? Now it's staring at the wall.
>> Anonymous
>>69154402
how, did you look away to see the door. is somehow the door visible with your eyes trained under the bed. Im curious
>> Anonymous
>>69154512

Door's right behind the bed, I can see them both.
>> Anonymous
>>69154301
>>69154222
>>69154173
>>69154101
Wtf is this faggotry ?
I live in the UK. A colleague at work heard this from her boyfriend. He works with someone who said that his sister's friend got the last tube (subway train) home a couple of weeks ago. When she got on there were 5 rows of seats empty but the last row had three people sitting in them. As she was a little afraid, she went and sat opposite these people. She settled down and looked up to see the woman sitting opposite her really staring at her. So she got out her book and started to read but every time she looked up the woman was still staring. The train pulled into the next station and a man got on. He looked up and down the carriage, took a look at her and the people opposite her and came and sat next to her. As the train left the station the man leaned back and said quietly in her ear "If you know what's good for you, you'll get off at the next station with me". She was scared but thought the best idea would be to get off at the next station as he asked as there might be people around. The next stop comes up and she leaves the train with this man. The man says "Thank God, I didn't mean to scare you but I had to get you off that train. I'm a doctor and the woman sitting opposite you was dead and the two men either side were propping her up". According to the guy who told this story, the girl and the doctor called the police who stopped the train at the next station.
>> Anonymous
GNAH

Motherfucker threw his maglight at me!
>> Anonymous
>>69154569
That's good. don't want any nasty suprises. so, no windows. only entrance is behind the thing you can see. How about celing..any fans or light fixtures things can hide in?
>> Anonymous
Hay Guys check this one out!!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
http://youtube.com/watch?v=fvg3EQurJ5c

rate my video! its the best video evar!
>> Anonymous
>>69154666

Yeah, but all the lights are on, except the TV that I turned away from me earlier during this thread.
Also, I don't have a maglight.
>> Anonymous
>>69154659
That BITCH! He fucking promised. I'm a witness. Anon, you saw it too right?
>> Anonymous
No this one is its a remix!!!!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3zbKRCHqvo&feature=related
>> Anonymous
>>69154809

I didn't do a damn thing!
And I promised not to throw a maglight because I don't have one!
>> Anonymous
>>69154786
Well now you don't, asshole. You threw it at me.
>> Anonymous
>>69154894

I never had one, stop lying to make me look bad in front of /b/!
...Wait, that was a little redundant, I'm on /b/ so I look bad to begin with...
>> Anonymous
>>69133867
there are heaps of videos if you search it
>> Anonymous
>>69154786
well, have fun. i hope your safe, also. I have been sitting next to you all night...you know that corner off to your side you cant really see, Hi >:)
>> Anonymous
moar? I got bored and went on /d/, refreshed, and nothing new. :[
>> Anonymous
>>69155051

Nope, I'm very nicely positioned so that my p-
FUCK YOU /B/
I'm pressed tightly against the corner, no way in hell is anything behind me! and I just have the clown doll next to me!
Stop trying to fuck with me more!
>> Anonymous
They are the ones tickling your back whenever you feel chills.
They are the ones watching you when you feel watched.
They are the ones who lurk in the darkest of your soul.
Do not look at them. Do not even think of them.
Once you see them they will see you. Once you think of them they will think of you.
Trust me, you don't want that.

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

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

Sleep well.

What ever you do, do not think of them.

They're getting nearer and nearer now.
>> Anonymous
>>69155164
yeah yeah your right, pray to god your power dont go out...or your battery dies
>> Anonymous
Ok, you're going to come out from under my bed, I'm not going to throw anything at you, and maybe we can get along, ok?
>> Anonymous
>>69145759
fucking epic. actually scared me. amazing. 11/10
>> Anonymous
>>69155164
I was just trying to troll /d/ and you fuckin threw your maglite at me. I'm definitely gonna get you now.
>> Anonymous
tl;dr
>> Anonymous
>>69155317

Wait, what were you doing in /d/?
Anyway, please, come out, ok? I'll stop staring (unless you're hot), you'll stop staring, and you can bash the clown doll's head open with the maglight...ok?
>> Anonymous
>>69155317
Doesn't matter what you do now, I snuck into the building 7 posts ago with my knife Ol Rusty.
>> Anonymous
...Ok? Please say that's ok, I'm already scared shitless of you.
>> Anonymous
Many classic horror icons, such as Geiger'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 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 effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?
>> Anonymous
Well...shit.
/b/, I don't think we'll ever speak again.
Remember me well as the one who KILLED HIS DOG BECAUSE OF YOU FUCKERS!
>> Anonymous
>>69155437

My fetishes are none of your fucking business.
>> Anonymous
>>69155885

Ok, ok, you can keep staring, just let me see you too then?
>> Anonymous
>>69133867

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9up4_N63oI
>> Anonymous
A man is walking down a road, and he gets shot.

He dies.

He looks to his right, and ooh.
>> Anonymous
>>69156184
Holy fucking shit , best delivery .
>> Anonymous
>>69156184
I pissed shit although it was posted (>>69144653)
>>69153428
Ate bricks ,shat lollis
>> Anonymous
>>69147673
ohmygod, fuck you
>> Anonymous
>>69157524
I made the mistake of reading this entire thread while stoned...I nearly shat myself.
>> Anonymous
Close your eyes. All the way. So tightly it almost smarts.
Do you see those swirling darklights, all black and red and purple?
Most people will never pay attention to what should rightly be the back of one's eyelids. In truth, these lights are the place they watch you, every day.
They hide behind your eyelids, waiting for you to blink, to sleep. And they are the reason you die. Every night, every second they are eating your thoughts.

Whenever you try to remember something you know you knew yesterday and cannot it is not that you forgot it, but that it was consumed. And when you have eventually run out of thoughts you will die an ignominious death. Cancer, heart attacks, strokes - every sudden disease you could name can be traced to them.
Blinking is only a little death. It's sleeping that they really thrive on. Hours of uninterrupted access to the softest parts of your thoughts.
You can, of course, try to stop sleeping altogether. It is possible. They found a Russian man from high in the mountains who claimed that he never slept, ever, a day in his life. The man was 112 and healthier than most American 65-yr-olds. Physically, at least. He could remember every moment of his life from the time he was three years old, if you could get it out of him.
The drawback is that the man was completely insane.
If you ever stop paying attention to them for too long, they will begin to pay attention to you. When you stay up too long they grow hungry, and they grow restless. When you stay up spoiling your eyes on a computer screen you will begin to feel shadows creep into flesh, hear the utilities of the house turn into inhuman breathing, and feel the prickling of invisible fingers at the small of your back.
Which is worse for you? Dying little by little, or finding out what happens when they starve?
Sleep well, /b/.
>> Anonymous
/r/ing moar info on Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv and what did make it popular !
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>69158508
HAHA WHATEVER
>> Anonymous
>>69158508
Can't read , Eye's closed .
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>69147673
HNNNNNNNNGGGGG
>>69149525
pure win
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Hello?!
My 10 year old brother rang, he's wants his ghost stories back.
>> Anonymous
>>69158508
I did it but I couldn't read past close your eyes because I couldn't see.
>> Anonymous
Have you run your fingers down the wall? And have you felt your neck skin crawl,
when youre searching for the light?
Sometimes when youre scared to take a look at the corner of the room, youve sensed that somethings watching you...
Have you ever been alone at night thought you heard footsteps behind and turned around and no ones there? And as you quicken up your pace you find it hard to look again because youre sure theres someone there.
Watching horror films the night before debating wiches and folklore the unkown troubles on your mind. Maybe your mind is playing tricks, you sense and suddenly eyes fix on dancing shadows from behind.

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that someones always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someones allways there
>> Anonymous
>>69159394
Sry ,
ALL YOUR STORIES ARE BELONG TO US
>> Anonymous
So /b/
I'm dead.
Nope, it wasn't the girl under my bed, she actually turned out to be kinda cute and enjoyable.
No, that clown doll.
The fucking doll.
It wasn't really a doll, and it killed me.
I think it killed her too, but I don't know, I haven't seen her yet.

I'm in this room. The only thing in here is this computer, it can only access 4chan.

The temperature keeps changing, I keep feeling lighter, then heavier, and the room seems to change sizes.

Maybe I should've just fallen asleep.
>> Anonymous
>>69159394
Troll Harder !
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
well newfags have ruined this
oh well
better luck tomorrow night?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>69160247
>> Anonymous
>>69160450
"SHOOT HIM IN THE FACE" - Virgil 3:16
>> Anonymous
One day , on a day similar to this , a faggot posts a picture of how to bypass wordfilters .Once a troll has seen the light , there's no way back . Helplessly I watched and faped as the post numbers increases , the amount of fail was astounding .
I had an eart attack and was sent to the hospital for treatment .
As I recovered and opened my browser to visit /b/ , All the threads were [continue]
>> Anonymous
i fucking hate creepy pasta.... but i cant stop reading. Thank god i usually dont go to sleep til day break.
>> Anonymous
>>69160665
And it was all covered by peni­s and vagin­a .
the day /b/ died and we all past to insurgence and finally had the nuts the finish the operation
/thread ­
>> Anonymous
>>69162051
Sage lulz !!!
>> Anonymous
bump for great justice!!!
>> Anonymous
>>69162669
sage for teh Bump .
>> Anonymous
John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
>> Anonymous
bump for moar creepypasta
>> Anonymous
>>69163430
wtf is this shit ?
you ruined the wholes thread , I hope you get AIDS if you don't have it anyway
>> Anonymous
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
>> Anonymous
There once was a boy called Jason. He was only 11 but his parents let him out of the house and around the small village they lived in. One day an ambulance came to the village, as this was an irregular occurrence Jason tried to follow it and was lead to a house that he did not recognize. A medic went into the house but did not return, then a figure cloaked in black slid out of the house and went into the ambulance... Jason crept up to the side of the ambulance and peered in the window. The figure had gone but there was something strange about this ambulance. He squinted to see exactly what was in the front. Then he realized that there were dice on the mirror, if anything he could say that this ambulance was rare, but he thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air...
>> Anonymous
I hate the moon - I am afraid of it - for when it shines on certain scenes
familiar and loved it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous.
It was in the spectral summer when the moon shone down on the old garden
where I wandered; the spectral summer of narcotic flowers and humid seas of
foliage that bring wild and many-coloured dreams. And as I walked by the shallow
crystal stream I saw unwonted ripples tipped with yellow light, as if those
placid waters were drawn on in resistless currents to strange oceans that are
not in the world. Silent and sparkling, bright and baleful, those moon-cursed
waters hurried I knew not whither; whilst from the embowered banks white
lotos-blossoms fluttered one by one in the opiate night-wind and dropped
despairingly into the stream, swirling away horribly under the arched, carven
bridge, and staring back with the sinister resignation of calm, dead faces.
And as I ran along the shore, crushing sleeping flowers with heedless feet
and maddened ever by the fear of unknown things and the lure of the dead faces,
I saw that the garden had no end under that moon; for where by day the walls
were, there stretched now only new vistas of trees and paths, flowers and
shrubs, stone idols and pagodas, and bendings of the yellow-litten stream past
grassy banks and under grotesque bridges of marble. And the lips of the dead
lotos-faces whispered sadly, and bade me follow, nor did I cease my steps till
the stream became a river, and joined amidst marshes of swaying reeds and
beaches of gleaming sand the shore of a vast and nameless sea.
>> Anonymous
Upon that sea the hateful moon shone, and over its unvocal waves weird
perfumes breeded. And as I saw therein the lotos-faces vanish, I longed for nets
that I might capture them and learn from them the secrets which the moon had
brought upon the night. But when that moon went over to the west and the still
tide ebbed from the sullen shore, I saw in that light old spires that the waves
almost uncovered, and white columns gay with festoons of green seaweed. And
knowing that to this sunken place all the dead had come, I trembled and did not
wish again to speak with the lotos-faces.
Yet when I saw afar out in the sea a black condor descend from the sky to
seek rest on a vast reef, I would fain have questioned him, and asked him of
those whom I had known when they were alive. This I would have asked him had he
not been so far away, but he was very far, and could not be seen at all when he
drew nigh that gigantic reef.
So I watched the tide go out under that sinking moon, and saw gleaming the
spires, the towers, and the roofs of that dead, dripping city. And as I watched,
my nostrils tried to close against the perfume-conquering stench of the world's
dead; for truly, in this unplaced and forgotten spot had all the flesh of the
churchyards gathered for puffy sea-worms to gnaw and glut upon.
>> Anonymous
Over these horrors the evil moon now hung very low, but the puffy worms of
the sea need no moon to feed by. And as I watched the ripples that told of the
writhing of worms beneath, I felt a new chill from afar out whither the condor
had flown, as if my flesh had caught a horror before my eyes had seen it.
Nor had my flesh trembled without cause, for when I raised my eyes I saw
that the waters had ebbed very low, shewing much of the vast reef whose rim I
had seen before. And when I saw that the reef was but the black basalt crown of
a shocking eikon whose monstrous forehead now shown in the dim moonlight and
whose vile hooves must paw the hellish ooze miles below, I shrieked and shrieked
lest the hidden face rise above the waters, and lest the hidden eyes look at me
after the slinking away of that leering and treacherous yellow moon.
And to escape this relentless thing I plunged gladly and unhesitantly into
the stinking shallows where amidst weedy walls and sunken streets fat sea-worms
feast upon the world's dead.