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So... /b/...

I have a problem. After reading numerous creepypasta threads about killer mirrors and the creatures in your reflection and whatnot... I think I'm developing a fear of the dark.

I'm a big guy, and I've never backed down from a fight. I have a problem with ladders and trees, but I make myself climb them because I don't like being afraid.

I love horror stories, and I have a history of freaking myself out a bit. Dark closets, rural roads without streetlights, that dark corner in my attic, a closed shower curtain when I'm alone at 3 am... that kind of thing. I realize I'm just freaking myself out and letting my imagination run wild, but I'm actually hesitant to look in the mirror now. I made myself shave yesterday, but I usually shower in the dark when I wake up and I had to turn the light on this morning for my peace of mind.

I don't expect any sympathy from /b/, in fact, I'd prefer bawwfags stay out of this thread. What I'm looking for is similar experiences from /b/tards who have read horror books or creepypasta and then been weirded out by common everyday stuff for a few days or weeks afterwards... how common is this?

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>> Anonymous
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This scares me. Just the thought of something living in your skin, rooting around and eating you, and occasionally poking it's head out to see what's going on.
>> AnnHiro !m/4IdQrarE
>>73021308
They look like fun to pull out of other people though
>> sage
>>73020991
that shits HOT
>> Anonymous
How do they taste?
>> Anonymous
HOMOVAN MORE LIKE HOMOVAN
>> Anonymous
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This scares me. Just the thought of something living outside your house, rooting around and Candlejacking y
>> Anonymous
I work in a lab full of ugly mean critters, all of which i love. like you, Im a big guy with an iron stomach.
But after watching the movie "Slither" the sight of Worms and parasites makes me want to puke.
I especially disliked it when that chick was so pregnant with alien worms she filled a whole barn...and exploded...
>> Anonymous
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>>73021308
enjoy
>> Anonymous
>>73021308
bot fly larvae?
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>73021585

The parasites don't get me... it was the irresistable urge to eat rotten meat. I can't honestly imagine being so hungry I'd eat road kill. I think I'd rather starve.

>>73021607

Yeah, the larvae hitch a ride with a mosquito, and you can't know which mosquitoes are infected and which arent... so any of them can carry it, and you don't know you have it until they start growing.
>> Anonymous
>>73021738
labfag again. i one took a bite out of a pig's heart during a dissection class on a dare.
...a piece of black chewy clot stuck between my teeth...
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>73020991
A few decades 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 over 9000 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 definitely 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 definitely 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.


After reading that one, i was taking a piss and i was scared to look out the fog window next to the toilet. Every now and then id be walkin in the dark and id think of one of the creepypastas and make a dive for the lightswitch.

Thanks a lot /b/
>> Anonymous
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Arachnophobe's worst nightmare.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>73020991

I know how you feel. I have been into martial arts since I was 5, and for a long time I felt that I'm immune to all fear. A few months reading /x/ and now I'm fukken scared of mirrors. Srsly.
>> Anonymous
"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why definitely, 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. Then the covers behind you begin to shift…


This one was bad too... I sleep next to my wife and have over 9000 daughters.
>> Anonymous
>>73021921

-OP- this is win :D
>> Anonymous
>>73022083

rofl, fuckin word filters... i have 2 daughters
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
I always see random lights, scary faces in my peripheral, and miscellaneous calls for help from nobody. Minds fuck up their owners. pure and simple.
>> Anonymous
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>>73021996
im picky with my arachnophobia. its daddy long legs (opiliones) that im afraid of. i had a pet tarantula and camel spiders look awesome. but those...ceiling dwelling, thin, thread-leggers have made me incapable of breathing for minutes in the past...
just searching this picture on google has sent me feeling my bare legs every now and then.
>> Anonymous
HOMOVAN IS GAY GET
>> Anonymous
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I saw poultergeist when I was five. The babysitter let me watch it. My mom said I punched the clown at my sixth birthday and when he fell down I kicked him repeatedly.

I've never had a problem with dealing with fear... but there's something about a supernatural threat that you can't see, can't touch, can't hear coming, and can't resist... I guess it's a fear of powerlessness... or something similar.
>> Anonymous
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>>73022333

I hate to be a bastard in my own thread... but...

You'd have a problem with this eh?
>> Anonymous
>>73022511
thank god thats the small version. the big version made me twitch and send the mouse flying first time i saw'd it.
btw, labfag and i are samefags.
>> Anonymous
creepypasta only gets to me when it's dark... reading it during the dayhas no effect on me. But as soon as it's dark bricks are shat

although I really enjoy being scared so I guess I like glomping with myself too
>> Anonymous
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My wife is a severe arachnophobe. If i'm definitely home to kill spiders for her, she leaves the room and waits until they leave. She can't even kill them herself. A couple days ago I heard her calling me from the my son's room and I ran to her because I didnt like the sound of her voice.

When I got there, my son was trying to catch a wolf spider the size of a silver dollar. He's 2.

Pic related.
>> Anonymous
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>>73022333

Welcome to Finland. We've got these fu­ckers all over the place.
>> Anonymous
I'm definitely afraid of fenians or taigs. No surrender.
>> Anonymous
>>73022820

Yeah, I have no issue reading anything scary during the day... It's only after dark that my mind starts committing security suicide.

The one about creatures with pale skin, dark eyes, and sharp teeth makes me think too.
>> Anonymous
>>73022935
my house is in front of a sewage/waste processing plant. we get all kinds of oversized fuckers. roaches, slugs, daddy long legs, rats. the works.
...i hate summers when they come out to play feelin all energetic...and pay a visit to my bed...
>> Anonymous
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>>73022935

Thise are definitely creepy, in Africa I gad these creepy things in my bungalow. They genuine freaked me out. Climbing the ceiling and sometimes they fall down and your hear *Plok* ...
>> Anonymous
>>73023207

The average number of insects consumed by a sleeping human being during their life is something like 32. The number of spiders is 8.

That makes me want to sleep with duct tape over my mouth.
>> Anonymous
Whatever you do, don't turn around.

It doesn't like to be looked at.
remember that one, and you will get scared the fuck out whenever you are alone.
>> Anonymous
>>73023435

Reading that one at 2am, sitting alone at a guard post in the middle of nowhere, with noone around for miles... brix were shat.
>> Anonymous
>>73023400

That's a fact indeed, spiders tend to seek out moist. And climb inside your mouth while you sleep.
>> Anonymous
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im terrified of zombies. i keep a gun in my desk for peace of mind. its silly but it makes me feel better
>> Anonymous
If you dont wake up when spiders crawl into ur mouth then you dont even realise that they have. Making it definitely a big deal at all
>> Anonymous
>>73023338

what the FUCK is that?
>> Anonymous
This is now a creepypasta thread:

The next time you're alone in your room, turn down the lights. Think of something on your body that varies in length, such as hair. It must be clearly viewable from your perspective. Grab a ruler and, looking in the mirror, quickly grab a hair at random; you must confuse it. Hold it in position as best you can and note the length. Look down. Yours will be different.

Don't look back up.

Don't turn your back to that mirror ever again.
>> Anonymous
>>73024010

Thank god in Holland we don't have big or venomous spiders. Thank god in Holland we don't have creepy insects at all. I love my country so muchm I will never leave it.
>> Anonymous
>>73024183

AAHHHHHHHHH...

Seriously though, I've thought of trying this.
I'm just afraid it might actually be different... then I'm definitely sure I'd ever sleep again.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
A snuff film is a recording of the actual murder of human being that is subsequently passed around for entertainment purposes. Suicides and accidents don't count. According to the MPAA, the FCC, the FBI and the ever-lovin' Snopes.com, there's no such thing as a snuff film. Yes, this includes Faces of Death Anything you think might count is faked, falsified, or definitely made for that purpose, such as those tasteless videos you find on shock sites.

This is a lie.

There are, as best as anyone can tell, between 30-40 snuff films floating around out there. The earliest is a silent film on decaying nitrate celluloid, simply titled La mort d'une fille, and bears the date of 1896.

The latest, judging by the hairstyles and the presence of a "Frankie Says Relax" t-shirt, was probably made in 1983 or 1984 and is on Betamax.

The films vary in violence, but they all include seemingly ritualized sex, followed by the slaying of a girl with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes who appears to be around 19 decades old.

That's right...every film has the exact same girl in it.
>> Anonymous
HOMOVAN MORE LIKE HOMOVAN
>> Anonymous
>>73024118
>what the FUCK is that?

Man I have no idea.... They are really big, fast and scary looking. I have slept the whole holiday inside a mosquito net.
>> Anonymous
fuck you /b/...fuck you. a breeze just passed by and stimulated my leg hair. i fell backwards breaking my seat.
the Internet cant affect you, they said...
>> Anonymous
Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral bears (oh my!). 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 bears (oh my!) 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 definitely to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of your eye. It might be better definitely to see.
>> Anonymous
w w w . A n o n T a l k . c o m
>> ????????????
>>73024580
...'vis­ion' is 'bears (oh my!)' now?

what is moot SMOKING?!
>> Anonymous
In a certain area of a certain city in Pennsylvania is an area of flat concrete, the kind of place used as a basketball court or similar, near to a school building. If you wait in this area on the 10th September, you will eventually be approached by over 9000 youths with an aggressive demeanor about them. The youths will challenge you to a fight, which you must accept. Following the brawl, return to your home. It is important that you tell your mother of this incident. She will become perturbed by your tale, and order you to leave for an area of Los Angeles. You will be compelled to obey her.

At the nearest taxi rank, whistle for a cab and one will approach. You may see that its license plate reads "FRESH", and there will be novelty dice dangling from the rear-view mirror. Do definitely be disturbed by the odor of the cab's interior, and speak only the words "Yo home, to Bel Air" to the driver.

When you arrive in Los Angeles, seemingly only seconds later, you must speak again to the driver, this time saying "Yo home, smell ya' later". DO NOT LOOK BACK AS THE TAXI LEAVES. You will be dropped off at the entrance to a large mansion. Approach the door and knock three times. If you follow these instructions exactly, you will become the star of a popular television sitcom. However, after 5 decades, 8 months and 10 days have passed, your life will end in the most unimaginably hideous way.
>> Anonymous
my reflection is the one thing I'm NOT affraid of because I look like a little glomping pussy
>> Anonymous
>I'd prefer bawwfags stay out of this thread
>prefer bawwfags stay out of this
>bawwfags stay

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWW!!
>> ????????????
>>73022333
I love you. I am tipulophobic and pholcophobic - crane flies and daddy long legs spiders. Those fu­cking legs FU­CKING CREEP ME OUT.

And NOBODY UNDERSTANDS EXCEPT ANON.
>> Anonymous
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>>73023952
that shit is NOT silly, son.
>> Anonymous
>>73024720
LOL
>> Anonymous
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0790686/

This was previewed at The Happening (which sucked btw).

I'm going to force myself to see it... but i don't think I'll sleep or shave for a week after.
>> Anonymous
>>73024720
I lol'd
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Tz_dN__MsE
>> Anonymous
>>73022333
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IT'S FEMALE
>> Anonymous
>>73025103
Who shaves at night?
>> Anonymous
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um trannies, if you don't know let me tell you so you will be careful, EVERY species of spiders is venomous, the inensity of the venom is what chages, some venom isn't strong enough for human... BUT 1 out of every 1000 spider bite can give a human, Arachnid Necosis, it's somesorth of virus that eats your skin from the outside to inside, there is no cure for it

btw is anyone here afraid of clowns? I know a lot of people who became terrified of clowns after this movie (IT) I've just fallen in love with clowns ever since
>> Anonymous
>>73025603

I shave at 5am. The sun isn't up yet.
>> Anonymous
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>>73025693
So wait till it DOES come up, instead of pissing me off.
>> Anonymous
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>>73024871
I may definitely pity/love you...but I do understand.
>> Anonymous
>>73025671

Most of the times large scale necrosis occurs because you don't take care of the wound caused by the bite. Most spider's venom is used to liquify the prey so the spider can drink it's victim from the inside out. The same thing happens when they bite you, a chunk of your skin and muscle tissue liquifies, leaving a hole. If you're definitely careful with it, you can get staph, etc, which will cause the hole to continue growing.
>> Anonymous
OP, that's like word-for-word my exact situation.
>> Anonymous
>>73025769

Gotta be at work at 6am. 30 minute drive.
>> Anonymous
>>73025833
bloody Moot...
I may n­­ot pity you
>> Anonymous
>>73020991
Fapping to OP's pic, is that wrong?
>> Anonymous
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>>73025954
so shave at work.
>> Anonymous
>>73025972

It definitely indicates a high probability of social deviance... but you're on /b/... so why judge.
>> Anonymous
>>73026162
GODDAMN WORDFILTERS, took me half a minute to realize it was NOT definitely being wordfiltered.
>> Anonymous
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Brain slugs. True horror.
>> Anonymous
sometimes when I'm peeing I have to move the shower curtain to make sure noone's behind it.
>> Anonymous
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I must scream.

I have no mouth.
>> Anonymous
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>>73026555

I used to do that

btw they are makig a remake on the movie IT
>> Anonymous
>>73026555

I do this.
>> Albert !F8HbrMlISY
When I'm going for a piss in the middle of the night, if I'm definitely basically asleep I'll shit myself when looking out the bathroom window, and just cane it back to my bedroom without looking behind me.

It doesn't help that there's a forest behind my house.
>> Anonymous
i am much the same i am quite large and am a little scared of heights and i freak myself out about the dark all that shit you were saying is like exactly the same lol we should harden up a tad.
>> Anonymous
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It lives. It moves. It is within you.
>> Anonymous
>>73027275

I think it has to do with the natural world definitely presenting much of a threat. All creatures save apex predators are preyed upon.

We are definitely apex predators. We're meat, no natural weapons, no poisonous defense mechanisms, no protective coloration. We're defenseless. The only advantage we have is our enormous brain, and try matching that against a 900 lb tiger or shark. It's definitely a pretty picture.

Regardless, I think big trannies like us who don't reguarly interact with anything that resembles a predator end up developing a fear of the dark... Definitely sure why... I'd like to see some figures on it. Who knows? Maybe all tough trannies are secretly afraid of the unknown.
>> Anonymous
>>73027853

goddamn you moot
>> Anonymous
>>73026725

isn't that the name a sci fi novel?
>> Anonymous
>>73027853
this is just glomping stupid. his post makes no sense now.
>> Anonymous
>>73028409

Actually, I think so.
>> Anonymous
>>73021308
Explain wtf this is? Been creeping me ever since i saw that pic of the girl who had this shit in her eye.
please!!
>> Anonymous
I read the whole scp wiki. Brr. Seriously.
>> Anonymous
looks like a human botfly.
>> Anonymous
>>73028703
wikipedia helped. Thanks for nothing
>> Anonymous
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I love scary and creepy clowns
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
>>73028780

so did I! this last week, in fact.
>> Albert !F8HbrMlISY
>>73029179
>>73028780
Link?
>> Anonymous
>>73028780

some of them are just cool... like jormungandr and the flying sword... some are just... wrong.
>> Anonymous
>>73025005
Agreed.

I'm definitely exactly pro-gun, but so long as we live in a world where zombies might well exist, I am pro-gun.
>> Anonymous
>>73029460

editthis.info/scp_wiki/SCP_Series

anon delivers. unfortunately it appears to be down.
>> Anonymous
>>73029846

To reiterate, this is a open to the public thing... so some of them are incredibly dorky. Basically, it's a collection of stories involving a secret branch of the Ringling Bros. dedicated to containing and sequestering unusual/paranormal/dangerous objects/creatures. Each section lists the containment rules and a basic description of what the item is, in a military report format, complete with entries where the data has been expunged and names have been blacked out.

It's a great series to use for any modern RPG.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
<---. Seriously. What the fuck.

And fuck you anon. I watch spiders crawl on my arms and shit, but those skinny motherfuckers make me go insane. fuck you.
>> Anonymous
>>73030333

I've seen this pic countless times, yet I still don't know what it is.
>> Anonymous
>>73030333
its a glomping shoop, the head is a crayfish claw
>> Anonymous
over 9000 dormmates in college were in the same science class. The teacher had just reminded them about the midterm the next day when one dormmate — let's call her Juli — got asked to this big bash by the hottest guy in school. The other dormmate, Meg, had pretty much no interest in going and, being a diligent student, she took notes on what the midterm was about. After the entire period of flirting with her date, Juli was totally unprepared for her test, while Meg was completely prepared for a major study date with her books.

At the end of the day, Juli spent hours getting ready for the party while Meg started studying. Juli tried to get Meg to go, but she was insistent that she would study and pass the test. The girls were rather close and Juli didn't like leaving Meg alone to be bored while she was out having a blast. Juli finally gave up, using the excuse that she would cram in homeroom the next day.

Juli went to the party and had the time of her life with her date. She headed back to the dorm around 2 a.m. and decided definitely to wake Meg. She went to bed nervous about the midterm and decided she would wake up early to ask Meg for help.

She woke up and went to wake Meg. Meg was lying on her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Juli rolled Meg over to reveal Meg's terrified face. Juli, concerned, turned on the desk lamp. Meg's study stuff was still open and had blood all over it. Meg had been slaughtered. Juli, in horror, fell to the floor and looked up to see, written on the wall in Meg's blood: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights."
>> Anonymous
>>73030333

this is a viral marketing pic for a game called Cold Fear. It will be released as a movie next year I think
>> Anonymous
>>73030333
it is relevant to my interest
>> Anonymous
>>73026555

what are you going to do when someone is actually IN there?
>> Anonymous
One night a woman went out for drinks with her girlfriends. She left the bar fairly late at night, got in her car and onto the deserted highway. She noticed a lone pair of headlights in her rear-view mirror, approaching at a pace just slightly quicker than hers. As the car pulled up behind her she glanced and saw the turn signal on — the car was going to pass — when suddenly it swerved back behind her, pulled up dangerously close to her tailgate and the brights flashed.

Now she was getting nervous. The lights dimmed for a moment and then the brights came back on and the car behind her surged forward. The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to look at the car behind her. Finally, her exit approached but the car continued to follow, flashing the brights periodically.

Through every stoplight and turn, it followed her until she pulled into her driveway. She figured her only hope was to make a mad dash into the house and call the police. As she flew from the car, so did the driver of the car behind her — and he screamed, "Lock the door and call the police! Call 911!"

When the police arrived the horrible truth was finally revealed to the woman. The man in the car had been trying to save her. As he pulled up behind her and his headlights illuminated her car, he saw the silhouette of a man with a butcher knife rising up from the back seat to stab her, so he flashed his brights and the figure crouched back down.
>> Albert !F8HbrMlISY
>>73030844
Heh I keep a flick knife near me at all times in my house, also got a 12" hunting knife and a bow set up in my room along with all the gear for flaming arrows when the zombie apocolypse comes.

The knives are more for self defense against home invasion.

Britfag here, so no guns.
>> Albert !F8HbrMlISY
>>73030844
Heh I keep a flick knife near me at all times in my house, also got a 12" hunting knife and a bow set up in my room along with all the gear for flaming arrows when the zombie apocolypse comes.

The knives are more for self defense against home invasion.

Britfag here, so no guns.
>> Anonymous
googling micro fiction looking for creepy past and found this...

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door...
>> Anonymous
>>73031301

you = wonderful human being.

flaming arrows vs. zombies.
hilarity ensues.
>> Anonymous
>>73031301
Flaming zombies.
Sounds like an ingenious idea.
When I get my brains eaten, I want to be burned at the same time.
>> Anonymous
>>73029846
For those that haven't read this, I highly recommend it, for it is quite win.

Some of them are really gay, but about 80% are win.
>> Anonymous
>>73030776
want
>> Anonymous
Sample SCP from 4chanarchive:

Security Clearance Document #: SCP-173

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, over 9000 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 definitely 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
>> Anonymous
i dont fear that shit, its just a matter of when you see it, be as scary as you possibly can back at it.. ive found myself yelling at ghosts lately that ive been seeing around my dads house and as i feel scold chills go past me, i go all demonic back at them and theyve left me alone alot since.
>> Anonymous
HOMOVAN MORE LIKE HOMOVAN
>> Anonymous
Upon the realization that he was dead, Herzog’s new eyes opened. At first he couldn’t see a thing, then came fleeting images from his first life. Gina was bitching about his drinking. Then he was getting fired from another job. Fat fuck Carlo was complaining about his share of the blow and farting something fierce when someone came up to the window. Bam! Bam! It was over.

In time there was a blue light. It reminded Herzog of too many smoky nights at the Ledo Lounge where he’d drank Gina’s life savings and her love away. Now the blue light was spread out underneath him. His new eyes tried to focus. They burned. All at once he began to seize, convulse. As regurgitated feces choked up from deep within his high-speed stomach, he cried out to God. over 9000 spiked arms, four powerful legs, a hard shell over his neck, and no pecker between his legs pushed Herzog into shock. An annoying kink in his back needed a crack. He squirmed, struggled and winced until something finally popped. Rank fluid rained over his head and neck. Something sinewy spread over his back then stretched beyond his shoulders and over his legs. He tried to look behind him to see what they were, but those new eyes were spotty like rain drops on smooth lenses. Then the images returned.

Gina bitching. He got fired again. Fat fuck Carlito. Killer at the window. Bam! Bam!

Just as he thought he saw the killer’s reflection in Carlito’s window, an excruciating pain overwhelmed him. Every pore was set ablaze like alcohol festering in a gaping wound. Something long and sharp punched through his skull and ripped through the front of his head. It stretched forward then swept back behind him. When another one came out the other side he could see antennae.
>> Anonymous
Now a familiar smell lingered below him. He heard voices but couldn’t understand them. The urge to run came suddenly. It was the most intense sensation he’d ever felt in his miserable and pathetic life. Herzog wondered, as the smell of garbage made every fiber of his new body stand at attention, if anyone would attend his funeral or if Gina missed him.


Then that garbage smell infiltrated his instincts and he was off and running. Those powerful arms and legs didn’t seem to touch the ground as Herzog cruised across the flat blue surface he once thought was light. When he leaped toward a slender metal post, that sinewy something spread over his back and stretched beyond his shoulders. He glided gracefully until he touched down on a smooth post.

Rotten eggs and sour tuna fish, roaring laughter and the smell of refer and cocaine shook the entire post upon which he was stealthily perched. The images came again. As they raced away- Gina, the job, Carlito- the killer did something familiar.

Before he had pulled the trigger, he laughed. It was a familiar laugh. The same laugh he was hearing below. And so he strained to maintain what was left of Herzog until finally his old eyes burst open for the last time. He saw Carlito lying in Gina’s waterbed buck naked and farting. Gina was lying next to him smoking weed; her feet propped up on three pounds of Peruvian. When she laughed, he knew who his killer was. Then the stench of garbage in the kitchen made every fiber of his new body stand at attention. That was when they noticed him.

“Oh my God,” Carlito hissed. “Look at that.”

Gina’s face turned a ghastly pink. She was going to scream.

“I can’t believe you brought a cockroach into my glomping house!”

“He’s an ugly one, ain’t he?”

“Don’t just lay there, kill it!”

When Carlito rolled up a magazine and waddled toward the lamp, the roach and all that he once was scattered.
>> Anonymous
epic...


"Hi, are you alone?" whispered a voice by my side, and the walls of the coffin suffocated my shrieks.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I usually don't get creeped out alot, but when I see small things of the same shape in collective place (small budly things and stuff like that in a hole for example).... It just make me gnash my teeth, plus moist hands while performing handshakes also creep me out.
>> Anonymous
I’ve installed a whole surveillance system in my house. I screen everywhere, from the front door to the bathroom. Thirty over 9000 cameras placed with the precision of a clock man, always moving, always recording.

I edit all the records, and then watch them. While I do it, the cameras keep on rolling.

Yesterday I saw again the other man standing by my bed, in one of the tapes. I can’t see his face; despite I’ve taken shots from several angles. Why does he only appear in the records? Why can’t I see him?

I ignore his identity, but I need to know.

Pretty soon.

Today, on revising the camera of the living-room, I’ve discovered him sitting by my side in the sofa. And he has leaned his arm on my back while we were watching the tapes.
>> Anonymous !TTyLfDbc4w
cumdumpster
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>73033683

ditto ditto ditto...

clusters of things bother the everliving shit out of me
>> Anonymous
>>73022083

I still say this one is epic scary
>> Anonymous
>>73034393
AAHHHH!!! Lotus Nipple!!
>> Roflamowut­­
>>73033683
Dry hands and paper fucks me right up, i cant touch it for a while after washing them
>> ­­
     File :-(, x)
>>73034403
>>73022083
OH HAY GUIZ
>> Anonymous
>>73035119

Go back to bed honey...

No no... definitely right now. Your claws are cold.
>> Anonymous
>>73022083

jesus christ
>> Anonymous
Deep pools where you can't see the bottom, things without faces, and places where you have limited bears (oh my!) [mist / dark] ...

Geez /b/ I had a dream the other night where I was over this glomping huge silo filled with water... and there was a giant squid or something in the water because I saw it moving under the surface, then I started falling and the next moment I was in the water with this thing here under me.... goddamnit /b/ brix were shat when I woke up..
>> Anonymous
>>73021944
wat
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>73034393
you bastard... *shudders*
anyway...

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 definitely 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
     File :-(, x)
In the window of the big wooden house across from Ricky, the girl sat doing her homework every day except Wednesday, which was horseback riding. Ricky watched this, memorizing her routine. He was 12, was suddenly getting feelings he wasn't expecting, and had no idea how to go about this. He could always talk to his dad, though. So Ricky started to ask his dad about this stuff he was feeling. His dad smiled as he stopped Ricky from having to verbalize stuff that 12-year-olds had trouble talking about. His dad recounted all of his own nervous first loves in middle school. Sometimes the stuff he did turned out to embarrass him or get him in trouble, and other times he didn't do anything. He didn't regret any of the embarrassing stuff, but regretted every time he never did anything. So go do what your heart tells you, his dad said, no matter how much you're worried by the consequences. Ricky gathered up as much courage as he could, and marched over to the girl's house on a Wednesday. He poured the gas for the lawn mower up and down the wall, and lit it. He watched, swooning, as the whole wooden house burned away. First loves are wonderful, even for pyromaniacs.
>> Anonymous
>>73036439

fuck you spiderboy... goddammit... i wanna know what happened.
>> ­­
>>73036439
Instinctual fear from the caveman times

Sharp teeth, elongated faces = wolves and shit that will eat your ass

pale faces and sunken eyes = famine which will also fuck you up
>> Anonymous
>>73032201
>>73029105

wut
>> Anonymous
George walks into the darkness of his bedroom. His hand is lost, trying to click on the lights. For some reason, he cannot find the light switch. He stands in bewilderment as he searches the wall, looking for some light to this darkness.

He knows too well that if he sets foot into the room without light that the evil will surround him, and he may definitely be able to free himself of the horror that pursues him.

He glides his hand over the wall, where that switch used to exist... he feels a tug on his hand, as if someone or something grabs it and pulls it. He pulls back and holds on to the door hoping definitely to be dragged into the darkness where evil sits and waits...

He starts to scream and wail and fight his way out of the room that will eat him alive, if he lets it.

He struggles and pulls the knife out of its pouch from his pocket, and he starts to strike at the hand that tries to drag him into the darkness. The pain and thrill of his horror causes him to pass out.

He wakes up, in pain and bloody, from the night before.

Once again, his hand is chopped up in a bloody mess, but it still hangs on for the next time.
>> Anonymous
It can't see me, but it's going to find me. It can't hear me, but it's going to find me. It can't do anything except stagger around the room, waving its arms and crashing into the furniture, but it's going to find me.


As for me, I'm stuck here. I can't move at all. I've got a perfect vantage point, though, and I can see everything it does. Sometimes it gets close, very close, before it wanders off in some other direction, but it can't keep this up forever. Sooner or later it's going to get lucky and find me.


And I'll be thrilled when it does, because I've got nothing to do under this desk but wait until my body finally picks me up and puts me back on its severed neck-stump where I belong.
>> Anonymous
I lied. This amputated hand is definitely yours.
>> Anonymous
My parents say it's definitely there, but I know it is. I can hear it breathing under my bed. I see its shadow across my dresser. And I know that if I get out of bed, it will grab my ankle in its clawed, scaly hands, drag me under, and eat me. But tonight, I won't let it get me. I'll be ready for it. After Mommy and Daddy are asleep, I sneak out of bed. I jump into the middle of the room and run out, so that it doesn't have time to grab me. I tiptoe down to the kitchen and grab the butcher knife that Daddy left in the sink. Now, it can't hurt me. Back in my bed, I sit up straight, watching and waiting in the darkness. Finally, I hear a noise from under the bed. There's a rush of air as something jumps out of the darkness. I see eyes, and sharp teeth shining in the moonlight. I stab it with the knife as hard as I can, and it makes a noise as the knife goes in. But monsters are supposed to growl, and this monster doesn't growl. It makes a noise that sounds more like a surprised bark, and then a gurgling whimper. And the bloody shape on my bed is much smaller than I thought monsters were supposed to be.