File :-(, x, )
Jesus Of Mexico
creepypasta thread
go go go
You're at work alone, when you suddenly hear the copy machine start up. You walk out to take a look at what's going on and see several copies filling the tray. Picking up one of the pieces of paper you discover that it is a copy of a picture depicting you sitting in your office chair, dead, with your eyes torn out and your throat cut. The others are the same picture, but taken from increasingly bizarre angles.
There is no original picture in the copy machine. In fact, the machine has been out of toner for a week.
>> Anonymous
There is an old hotel that has been around for hundreds of years. If anyone was to find themselves staying in Room 6 you would find yourself in an unknown place, where exactly at 12:16 AM the power will go out and you'll find yourself in utter darkness. If you chose to stay awake nothing will happen. But if you so much as close your eyes and fall asleep you will find yourself in an unimaginable pit of despair, where creatures of fathomless shapes and sizes roam. You will be trapped here for hours, until the sun comes up. It is rumored that this room is a gate into hell, and demons use the condensed evil of the room to escape into our reality through our minds. Those who have stayed in there rarely speak of it, for even recalling the night will put them in an uncontrollable frenzy.
>> Anonymous
The Third of December is coming On the 3rd of December in the evening when it's close to 11:34.. if you just happen to have a hand held mirror, something about the size of your face. Cover your face with the mirror, walk into the bathroom, turn the light on, and stand in front of the mirror. Do this preferably before 11:34, so when 11:34 hits raise the mirror upwards, somewhere about your head. What is in the mirror will not be staring back at you, nor will it be your reflection..

It is preferable you never lower that hand held mirror.. because then it will realize what you've done.....
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
On your 33rd birthday, go to your local gas station and pick up the newspaper. The classified ads will have a small segment commemorating your birth and asking you to turn around. Upon looking behind you, a man dressed in a black cloak will be advancing in your direction. If you choose to run away, he will hunt you for the rest of your life, eventually killing you. However, if you await his arrival and show no intent of fleeing, he will give you a small package. Inside, you shall find the object you most desire.

not really creepypasta... but hell
>> Anonymous
A university in Canada has over 9000 unsual things about it. One is a series of tunnels running under all the buildings. These were built for convinience in transporting things from one building to the next, and for students travelling from class to class during the winter. One building, the experimental psychology building was never attached to this tunnel system. There is only one door out of the building, and a keycode is needed to enter or leave.

The second unsual thing is that all first year psychology students are encouraged to submit their names to the experimental psychology department to be test subjects for harmless research. And for extra credit of course.
>> Anonymous
A déjà vu is actually a glitch in reality, and it indicates that something has just been changed. Someone or something has ceased to exist, all memories and records of their existence erased forever. A déjà vu happens when they get into your brain, when they need to change your memories. Maybe to erase your brother from the world. You know, the brother that you never had.
>> Anonymous
A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, MA, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares. Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed. In other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your "dreams?" They're real.
>> Anonymous
MOAR
>> Anonymous
You're the manager for a small store. You hired one of your friends, and you just found out that he's been stealing from the register, stealing stock, abandoning his post to visit with his girlfriend in the back room while he's the only one on duty, and the argument you had with him at the office just didn't settle it for you. You pound on his door. When he opens up, he goes pale, soils himself, and staggers back, gasping for breath.

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

Or at least, the parts of you that are still recognizable after that shotgun blast that your friend gave you at the end of that argument...
>> Anonymous
This shit is like crack for me. Moar is necessary.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
meh, im back now
The 76M Get

Every /b/tard has is familiar with the inability to post associated with a modget. Perhaps you were even unfortunate enough to be deprived of a get yourself because of this. There is a way to reclaim your get, if you would have received one. Create a new thread, posting the picture that you attempted to post for the get with the text "Give me my get elsewhere" attached. If you are mistaken and would not have received the get without mod interference, then you will simply post the thread. However, if you are correct, you will be unable to post the thread, but if you try again and again, eventually you will be redirected to a...different /b/. In this imageboard, every post shall contain a photo of moments of your everyday life. However, the photos will be filled with empty white spots, but DO NOT try to make out what they form, your sanity depends on this. These photos are the true representation of reality. If you saw what filled the spaces, every detail of our world would become apparent. The future would be as easy to know as 2+2. Yet hiding in these white spaces is a thing that Lovecraft couldn't comprehend even in his nightmares. If you think its a fair trade, scroll up to the top of the page, to your get. Instead of your picture, you will see your computer desk, with a white space where you should be sitting. A single glance is enough, your vision will be filled, now and forever, with that which lay underneath the white. It's not a fair trade. But you all will be able to judge that for yourselves. Because I saw the future. The 76 million get will be plastered all over the internet. It's that picture.
>> Anonymous
>>75431811
wat.
not creepy.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75431824
>>75431682
creepy pics nao!
i will return with the creepypasta in a minute
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Szomorú Vasárnap, or Gloomy Sunday in English, is a hit song written in 1933 by Hungarian composer Rezs? Seress. It's more commonly known as the Hungarian Suicide song because of hundreds (if not thousands) of suicides that had been inspired by listening to it. The song itself has been has been covered several times, most famously by Billie Holiday, and for the most part is considered an urban legend and a brilliant marketing campaign.

The version that reached radio waves, however, is not the version that was originally written. Rezs? Seress originally wrote the song in order to woo his girlfriend, who had recently left him. The song succeeded in bringing them back together for a short time, before she jumped from his apartment window. Rezs? had been out at the time. His girlfriend left a note for him--"Szomorú Vasárnap."

The song was changed before release. Rezs? Seress himself committed suicide in 1969, jumping out of his window in very much the same manner his girlfriend did.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
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
in b4 who was phone
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75432182
not quite creepy.. and if it is... how?
>> Anonymous
>>75432355
This one always makes me glad I don't have a dog.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
It's early in the morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow. Hours pass. The sun rises. The phone is ringing.

When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning. You slide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as you stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice. Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six new messages. Message one. The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next.

Screaming.

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

The phone beeps again. You're shaking.

Message over 9000.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75432577
BUT WHO WAS PHONE?
yeah, its message over 9000, not over nine thousand
>> Anonymous
>>75430912
Beggotten by E-somthing Merghire. Never want to see that fucking movie again.
>> Anonymous
>>75432473

I like the song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAzJ_7CeWbc
>> Anonymous
>>75432655
I think that part was wordfiltered and should really say "Message t­wo."
>> Jesus Of Mexico
The 666th frame of every Halloween-themed movie, cartoon, or TV special depicts a basement with a corpse moldering in the corner; these frames are often removed from the final film, but one can find them on occasion. If you were to put the frames together, in chronological order of the release of the film it comes from, a short film is revealed. The film depicts the corpse's violent death in reverse. The final frame will be a picture of yourself, sitting before your tv, viewing the final frame of the film.

yeah... damned wordfilter
>> Anonymous
>>75432460

then who was phone?
>> Jesus Of Mexico
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 surprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day.

It consisted of over 9000 words; "please come". Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he'd been absent that day. After over 9000 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
     File :-(, x)
>> Jesus Of Mexico
so ur wit ur honey makin out an ur phone rings, an its hur dad, an he says WHAT ARE YOU DOIN WIT MY DAUGHTER? an you hang up an say to ur huni how did your dad git my number an she says my dad is dead

my version niggers
>> Jesus Of Mexico
im going on pasta strike until i gets the creepy gifs or pics
>> Anonymous
>>75433577
I hate you.
>> Anonymous
>>75433577
fuck that scared the shit outta me, just because its so big.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
okay nvm, this one scares the shit out of me everytime

"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
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>75433879
that's not creepy, it's just bubbles
>> Anonymous
Guys... I think I just heard a gunshot. And after reading this thread, I'm a little freaked out. I don't really want to go check...
>> Jesus Of Mexico
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 symbolize 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, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?”
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>75434014
well, maybe it hit you, and you are already in the afterlife?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
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 symbolize 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, raised her arm, and said, “Something like this?”
>> Jesus Of Mexico
no one has the goddamned gifs?
>> Anonymous
I fucking shat bricks. I'm at work right now and I'm alone. I was reading creepypastas and when suddenly a guy came in through my store's door. This nigger coughed and his cough was loud as hell. I got fucking scared and I almost dropped my laptop.
MOAR.
>> Anonymous
>>75434157
no. goddamned. gifs. it's like 2 a.m. in my timezone
>> Anonymous
>>75434067
Eh, I can't find coloured wristbands all that creepy. If I had a twin who died during an operation, I think my revenge would be to try to royally fuck with the doctor's head like that.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
     File :-(, x)
>>75434210
as per your request...

screen shot
>> Jesus Of Mexico
When I was 8, I stayed up late at night watching television. My mother always told me never to turn on the television exactly at 4:44 am. If you ever did, you would hear clicks and heavy breathing in the next room; If you do check, a black shadow with red eyes will glare at you.

They also told me if I wore another person’s glasses, I will see that person’s death. It’s true. I put on my mother’s glasses, and since then I’ve always been a little fearful of my father.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Can i haz weegee tiem noa?
>> Anonymous
I find pastas WAY better than gifs. Shit popping out at you is nothing on the mindfuckery involved in a good pasta.
>> Anonymous
>>75434132
>>75434067
hivemind
>> Anonymous
>>75434467
this does not need to be .gif
>> Anonymous
moar
>> Anonymous
>>75434210
lol nearly selfpwnt
>> Anonymous
over 9000
>> Anonymous
>>75431351
does anybody else realize that this is a total rip off of 'the matrix'? It's an obligatory post in all creepy threads, but it's a pathetic attempt to sound scawee.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
Kuchisake-Onna is the legend of a Japanese woman, mutilated by her jealous samurai husband who murdered her for infidelity scarring her horribly and leaving her repulsive.

Her jealous Ghost still haunts places in Japan, usually on foggy nights, wearing a surgical mask when she will approach people and ask shyly: “Watashi kirei?” (Am i beautiful?) The person usually responds, yes.

She then pulls down her mask to reveal an ear to ear grin, cut by her jealous husband to mar her for her life. “Even like this?” she will persist. If you answer no. She will take a pair of scissors, and cut the same gruesome smile into your own face. If you answer yes, she will disappear, and the second you go home will reappear at your door and finish the job.

The only way of confusing Kuchisake-Onna is to say: You are average, which will confuse this mysterious Onryo. Or to present her with hard amber candy, or say ‘Pomade’ six times will shall make her flee.

She has been seen from the 1970’s til the early 2000’s, often seen lurking near children whose innocent answer of yes when asked if she is ugly, will lead to their deaths.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75434546
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
anon delivers
>> Anonymous
> Jesus Of Mexico

I FUCKING HATE YOU!!
> :1214957445.gif

P.S
I'm a newfag.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75435025
its okay, jesus hates you too

obligatory interactive creepypasta


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
>>75434120
so /b/ is the afterlife? awesome!
>> Anonymous
>>75435171
no, YOUR afterlife is /b/. forever. enjoy your fail
>> Anonymous
>>75435171

Guess the christfags were right, there is a hell.
>> Anonymous
>>75435025


protip: click on the number of the post you want to go to, then type your message.

also, MOAR
>> Anonymous
>>75435166
no, that's just dumb
>> Anonymous
gifs for central europe time zone!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>75434518
Maybe in actuality, your dad was beating ur ass for wearing your mom's glasses.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
I’m hoping at least /B/ will enjoy this because it’s probablt fucked me up
for life. It’s seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I
moved my shit into my friends place), so I want to get this out there and
have people call bullshit and pass judgement, because I think it’ll make me
feel better.

I’ve moved out all my stuff, I’ve already called the cops, and informed my
absentee landlord. I’ve done all the proper things, so there’s nothing left
to do but share my little fucked up city living story.
>> Anonymous
WHO WAS PHONE ? !
>> Anonymous
>>75434120
Everything is the same, so far.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75435470
About six months ago, my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the
Benton Park neighborhood of St. Louis. About over 9000 weeks after we move in, her
grandfather, who raised her, has a fucking stroke, and she ends up going
home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. She was living with him full time
until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice.

Anyway, I’d been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a
year. It’s beautiful, newly remodeled, double paned windows, great
insulation. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. It’s got a
couple of weird things about it, as you’ll see. There’s only four units in
the building, on the second and third floors. We’re on the top floor.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75435585
The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. The
walls and floors are paper thin. I could hear every word of my downstairs
neighbors conversation at all times. I know when they take a shower, I know
when they fuck. And I’m sure they know the same about us. It’s weird, the
more info we had on eachother, the less we wanted to actually know each
other.

They moved out six weeks ago. Then the other over 9000 units went vacant a week
later. It was kinda weird, but also kind of awesome. I could fnally stomp
around, watch porn and play rock band at full volume.
>> Anonymous
You are in bed, alone. You are in the still, cemetary quiet of pre-dawn, with only the sound of your own breathing to keep away Old Night. Sleep will not come to you this night, you know that at least.
A sense of deep foreboding creeps upon you as you lie in that melancholy half-light; ethereal fingers of fear trace a pattern up and down your spine. It is coming...


Suddenly Mr Righty heads downstairs and before you know it he's tugging at Mr Winky's head like he wants to pull it off! You try to keep the images of post-pubescent girls licking and sucking your wang away BUT THEY WON'T LEAVE YOU ALONE!!
The frenzied thrashing continues, your breath thundering as a host of rampant stallions, pulse pounding, cock throbbing, fist tightening until it SPITS AT YOU LIKE A CUNTING COBRA!!
Breathing heavily, you flail in a vain attempt to find something to wipe off the reservoir of sticky white love piss from your belly. But then you hear that dreadful sound...
>> Jesus Of Mexico
About four weeks ago, it got weird. It was about 1 am, and I was going to
bed, and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs.
Really quiet at first, but sustained. It sounded halfway between a hushed
conversation, with only one person talking, and small motor running. Just a
babbling, not quite regular drone. Freaked me out at first, but I
rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refridgerator downstairs.
Something I’d never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring.
I learned to live with it, as it rose and fell every evening. Pretty soon a
steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. I know it sounds fucked up,
but when you hear it every night for a while, you just make excuses for it.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
fuck it, im not finishing it, link

http://www.creepypasta.com/the-hole-in-the-wall/
>> Anonymous
>>75435585

if you bel-air me, imma kill you
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75435812
http://www.creepypasta.com/the-hole-in-the-wall/
>> Anonymous
>>75434467
I fucking hate you
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75435924
goddamnit anon, its easy as fuck to see if its a gif or not
>> Anonymous
>>75435924
newfag
>> Anonymous
>>75435455
i lol'd so hard i pooed a little
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>75435166
http://youtube.com/watch?v=BCfE3n-uFpM
>> Anonymous
gb2/x/
>> Anonymous
>>75436046
I squeaked and gasped at the screenshot lmao.
>> Anonymous
>>75434467

i was looking away when the fucking face popped up, nigger.

so only minor bricks were shat.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75436426
fucker
>> Anonymous
>>75436531

it happens too fast to have any real effect anyway, it should be timed for 10 sec intervals or more
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75436485
gb2/rainbowshittingunicorns/
>> Anonymous
>>75434467
Haha, man that scared the shit outta me after reading this thread
>> Anonymous
FINNISH THE STORY CANT GET THROUGH WWWCREEPYPASTA I FORGOT HOW THAT ENDS
>> Anonymous
>>75430912
wut is it?

/r/ name of it... i saw it a little but lost it
>> Anonymous
Go to Bed Clown Maybe?
>> Anonymous
>>75434467

The thing is, I watched it twice, ie over 9000 intervals. I didn't really pay attention the first time, but neverless saw something happening on screen. So I decided to wait... and oh boy, was I caught off guard.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75436815
cruise control isnt working
someone else do it
i gave the link earlier
>> Anonymous
>>75436919


Begotten. Really creepy first 20 minutes or so, then just weird and experimental
>> Anonymous
I can't be bothered to find the sauce for this so im going to write my own version

Every night, 10 year old Sarah would sleep with the lights on, she was afraid of the dark, a trait common with children. One night, her mother insisted she slept with the light off, "You're growing into a big girl now" she said "besides, spot the dog will be in your room like always, you'll be safe", she puts Sarah to bed and leaves the room "I'm just going next door to borrow some milk, i'll be 10 minutes", Sarah hears the door slam, and she tries to get comfy....
>> Anonymous
Moments pass and she wriggles in her bed, trying to calm down. She lowers her hand underneath the bed to feel the familiar lick of Spots tongue, it comforts her, and she falls asleep. Suddenly, a scraping noise from the bathroom wakes Sarah, "Spot?" she says as she lowers her hand under the bed again, and once again she feels that familiar lick, she decides to go to the bathroom just to make sure.
>> Anonymous
>>75437060


COULDN'T STEER, O SHI-
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75437112
>>75437185
already did this one...
save yourself the trouble
>> Anonymous
As she opens the door in darkness, she steps in something wet, yet oddly warm. she steps further into the bathroom, and reaches for the light switch. Suddenly, the room is illuminated, Sarah shields her eyes from the light and looks down, she notices blood on her feet, and slowly looks up, following the trail of blood across the floor, the floor soaked, the walls splattered.

Her heart stops - It was her dog

throat slit and hanging from the shower head, still twitching. Next to the shower, a mirror with a message written in blood, a message that reads:

"Humans have tongues, too"
>> Anonymous
>>75437108
yeah... i close it at 18 minute.. but it is really fantastic video
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75437108
lolwut is it?
>> Anonymous
No john, you are the demons.
Then he was a zombie
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KF7488WHcok

This is one of my favs, Robert The Doll.

You can also see him at Martello Museum in Key West. :)
>> Anonymous
>>75437543

I'm watching this shit hope its worth the time
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75437515
shat brix
i thought i was the only person who ever saw that
>> Anonymous
/r/ moar
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75437973
of what?
>> Anonymous
>>75434467
FUCK YOU GODDAMN FAGGOT
>> Anonymous
>>75438059

I must have serious attention deficits , because even though I was concentrating on the reading, it didnt make me shat brix.

Is there a sound component to it, I dont have my speakers
>> Anonymous
>>75435743
Then I kept hearing boards creeking. It’s spring, my first in this building,
so I assumed it was just the old boards under the new drywall settling. Then
one night, as I was brushing my teeth, there was a mighty dry thump, right
behind me. I just about stabbed myself with my toothbrush. I stayed really
still till I was sure there wasn’t anyone in the house and then turned on
all the lights in the house. This is when I noticed the peculiarity in the
remodeling.
>> Anonymous
man, I'm reading this shit and someone just knocked on my fucking door...
>> Anonymous
>>75438308
On the other side of the bathroom, where I heard the thump, is the hall
closet. I open it up, and switch on the light, expecting a box to have
fallen of the shelves, but it’s all gravy inside. I tap on the wall between
the closet and the bathroom, and it sounds oddly hollow. And I start to
realize that the closet isn’t as wide as I think it should be based on the
bathroom. I pace it out with my feet, and then a tape measure just to
confirm. Sure enough, there’s about 30? of space inbetween the over 9000 walls
that I thought were adjacent.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75438308
thanks... finally a considerate anon
>>75438262
i think so... nevar really paid attention to it
>> Anonymous
>>75438311

same here, it was a british guy asking for the beer that was wrongfully shipped to my house. Still, a nightmare.
>> Anonymous
>>75438414
Again, rationaliztion time: Surely theres extra insulation there to keep the
bathroom warm, or maybe walls are thicker than I imagined, becuase fuck,
I’ve never built a house. So in this one thick wall, some huge fucking rat
must have taken a tumble and freaked me out. No big deal. I felt a lot
better at the time; even better when it was the first night in a while
without that wierd noise below me.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>Fixed
>> Anonymous
>>75438552
So, everything is fine until last friday night. It’s about over 9000 in the
morning and I’m home late from the bar, not as drunk as I want and
remembering that left all my clean laundry in the dryer before I went out.
One thing sticks out as I climb the stairs: The door to the apartment below
me is closed. It’s been open since the neighbors vacated. I got kind of used
to seeing an empty mirror image of my place every day when I walked past.
Maybe the landlord was showing it to people today. Rationalize, rationalize,
rationalize.
>> Anonymous
>>75438651
I bag up a small load of laundry and climb down the back porch steps to the
laundry room, which is really just part of the garage, but the staircase in
on the outside of the building and it gives each floor a little shared
porch. I get down there, and into the little room, and I start bagging up
all my clothes into this big black duffel bag.
>> Anonymous
>>75438308

YES!
>> Anonymous
Oh lawd its a black man!! Run!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a62_PhV2iRg
>> Anonymous
>>75438762
over 9000 things you should know about me at this point. I turn off every light
when I leave a room. No matter what. My dad used to beat the shit out of me
when the energy bill was a penny over the norm. And I also lock the door
every time I go through it. Hell I even locked the back door when I went
down to get my laundry.
>> Anonymous
Do not turn around.

It does not like to be seen.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75438647
dude, that's great! It really isn't scary anymore! You shall have tits in return!
>> Anonymous
>>75438959

The fuck is that? Apart from F5 SURPRISE!
>> Anonymous
someone please finish story i have to go
>> Anonymous
>>75438918
>>75438918
>>75438918
>>75438918
>>75438918
FUCKING SHIT FUCK YOU ANON
>> Anonymous
>>75439174

and thats 2 votes
>> Anonymous
i turned around and my roomate was standing behind me silent.
>> Jesus Of Mexico
>>75439068
perfect tits
>> Anonymous
>>75439287
so, how do you plan to dispose of his corpse?
>> Anonymous
>>75439287
so, how do you plan do dispose of his corpse?
>> Anonymous
>>75439492

i wish
>> Anonymous
>>75438262
it's a gif, idiot

no sound
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deoJUBW9CI8

lots of shit, but the thing near the end with the girl and the mirror, fuck! its around the 7 mins
>> Anonymous
>>75439991


...more like 9
>> Anonymous
>>75438918
Fuck yeah lying in bed.
>> Anonymous
i turn around whenever the fuck i want nigger, even though it doesn't like to be seen no...
>> Anonymous
>>75434467

YOU BASTARD!!!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
http://www.scaryforkids.com/

This is a website filled with great creepy stories, jewtube videos, and the likes. Enjoy. :)
>> Anonymous
>>75435166
http://youtube.com/watch?v=SZfTBj-3HdU
>> Anonymous
>>75438862

...Aaaaand?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I go out walking, after midnight,
In the moonlight, like we used to do.
I'm always walking, after midnight,
Searching for you.
>> Anonymous
bump
>> Anonymous
CPR till we get the rest of the story.
>> Anonymous
CMON NOW DON'T DIE ON US YOU CAN DO THIS
>> Anonymous
MOAR
>> Anonymous
Item #: SCP-294

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: There are no standard special containment procedures on file for Item SCP-294. However, only personnel of security clearance level 2 or higher are allowed to interact with it (see document SCP-294a). SCP-294 is currently being stored in the 2nd floor personnel break room and is monitored by over 9000 guards of security clearance level 3 at all times.

Description: Item SCP-294 appears to be a standard coffee vending machine, the only noticeable difference being an entry touchpad with buttons corresponding to every alphanumeric character of the English language. Upon depositing fifty cents US currency into the coin slot, the user is prompted to enter the name of any liquid using the touchpad. Upon doing so, a standard 12-ounce paper drinking cup is placed and the liquid indicated is poured. Ninety-seven initial test runs were performed (including requests for water, coffee, beer, soda, and non-consumable liquids such as sulfuric acid, wiper fluid, and motor oil) and each one returned a success.

It is of note that after approximately fifty uses, the machine would not respond to further requests. After a period of approximately 90 minutes, the machine seemed to have restocked itself. It is also interesting to note that many caustic liquids that would have eaten through a normal paper cup seemed to have no effect on the cups dispensed by the machine.
>> Anonymous
MOAR!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>75443945

Further testing is scheduled, especially for liquids of extreme temperatures such as molten metals and liquid nitrogen. As suggested, SCP-294 was moved to the 2nd floor personnel break room as a money-saving venture. Following incident 294-01, guards were stationed at the item and a security clearance became necessary to interact with it.

Document SCP-294a (regarding incident 294-01): On August 21, 2005, Agent Joseph ?????? attempted to utilize Item SCP-294 to obtain coffee during his alloted break time at 9:30 AM. At the request of Agent ????? ????????? "to see what it would do", ?????? requested "a cup of Joe" from the item. Moments after confirming the selection, Agent Joseph ?????? began to sweat profusely and complained of dizziness before collapsing. After being moved to the infirmary, the medical team recovered the contents of the cup dispensed by Item SCP-294; a foul-smelling combination of blood, bits of flesh, and other various bodily fluids. Most disturbingly, testing revealed the DNA sequence of the biological material dispensed by Item SCP-294 matched that of Agent ??????.

Agent ?????? made a complete recovery in the infirmary after four weeks of rest and intravenous hydration. X-rays and CAT scans showed no further signs of injury, and ?????? was released. Both agents were reprimanded. Recommend additional security placed in the area of Item SCP-294.

Addendum [SCP-294f]: After reviewing documentation on SCP-294, ??????????? suggested testing SCP-294's ability to 'retrieve' specific liquids from several distances. The theory [DATA EXPUNGED]. Included in ??????????? report was a suggestion of using SCP-294 as a method of assassination by draining a target's fluids. Use of SCP-294 in such a way is highly discouraged, primarily for the possibility of discovery.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
When you see it...

No, not really. But this photo is absolutely BEGGING for a creepy shoop.
>> Anonymous
>>75444033

Find moar of this series here

http://www.editthis.info/scp_wiki/SCP_Series
>> Anonymous
dumbshits , learn to finish your stories FAGGOTS
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
CREEPY SHOOPED.
>> Anonymous
bump
>> Anonymous
>>75444616

Posted the original.

No way. No fucking way. I do not open gifs in these threads.
>> Anonymous
>>75435166

YOU CUNT WITH YOUR Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv BULLSHIT!!! me and my friend were both shitting ourselves while getting ready to watch that shit, syncronised and everything so we weren't doing it alone, and we get a pic of michael fucking jackson!

still, at least we have our eyes
>> Anonymous !!SL2slJszXCk
>>75444787
I don't even think it animates.
>> Anonymous
bump for the end of that fucking story
>> Anonymous
Hello Mr. Krinkle
How are you today?
Seems the rumors are abound your team might move away
Now, me I'm sentimental
But I'm not one to cry

Say there Mr. Krinkle let's cruise the Bastard boat
Damn them sonsabitches with their gill-nets set afloat
I flip on my tele and I watch the waters die
C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell me why
C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell me why
C'mon Mr. Krinkle won't you please tell me why
Tell me why?

Hey ho Mr. Krinkle have you heard the brand new sound
It's a cross between Jimi Hendrix
Bocephus, Cher and James Brown
It's called "Heavy Hometown"
New Wave, cold-filtered, low-calorie dry
C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell me why
C'mon Mr. Krinkle tell me why

Mr. Krinkle
Mr. Krinkle
Mr. Krinkle
Mr. Krinkle
Mr. Krinkle
Mr. Krinkle
Mr. Krinkle
Mr. Krinkle
Mr. Krinkle
>> Anonymous
Item #: SCP-097
Object Class: Safe

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-097 is located in the director's office. Any personnel with clearance are welcome to deposit a coin.

Description: SCP-097 is an antique, iron-cast mechanical bank in the shape of an African-American stereotype (black face, big smiling red lips, large white teeth) that was popular with children around the turn of the 20th century. A right arm sticks out with an open palm, where any denomination of coin is placed and the arm pushed down, released, flipping the coin into the bank's "mouth".

If an American coin minted between 1865 to present is used with this device, anyone present can faintly hear the hum and music of old Negro spirituals for around thirty seconds. Any coin minted before 1865 will elicit screams interspersed with the cracking of whips and cursing, along with the sounds of a fire raging. Very rarely, these vintage coins will result in what sounds like voodoo chanting and singing.
>> Anonymous
>>75446003

Addendum [SCP-097b]: Attempts to find the source of the sounds have proven inconclusive. The donor of SCP-097 ??????? ????? gave no information on the item in question, stating only on his wanting to be rid of it. The donor ??????? ????? died shortly after SCP-097 left his possession, his body found infested with flies of an unknown species. It is unknown the relation the flies have to to SCP-097 but on testing the item it seems nonthreatening to anyone, making the donor's death unsolved.
>> Anonymous
Do you like Phil Collins? I've been a big Genesis fan ever since the release of their 1980 album, Duke. Before that, I really didn't understand any of their work. Too artsy, too intellectual. It was on Duke where Phil Collins' presence became more apparent. I think Invisible Touch was the group's undisputed masterpiece. It's an epic meditation on intangibility. At the same time, it deepens and enriches the meaning of the preceding three albums. Christy, take off your robe. Listen to the brilliant ensemble playing of Banks, Collins and Rutherford. You can practically hear every nuance of every instrument. Sabrina, remove your dress. In terms of lyrical craftsmanship, the sheer songwriting, this album hits a new peak of professionalism. Sabrina, why don't you, uh, dance a little. Take the lyrics to Land of Confusion. In this song, Phil Collins addresses the problems of abusive political authority. In Too Deep is the most moving pop song of the 1980s, about monogamy and commitment. The song is extremely uplifting. Their lyrics are as positive and affirmative as anything I've heard in rock. Christy, get down on your knees so Sabrina can see your asshole. Phil Collins' solo career seems to be more commercial and therefore more satisfying, in a narrower way. Especially songs like In the Air Tonight and Against All Odds. Sabrina, don't just stare at it, eat it. But I also think Phil Collins works best within the confines of the group, than as a solo artist, and I stress the word artist. This is Sussudio, a great, great song, a personal favorite.
>> Anonymous
Jane married Dick, and things went well for a couple years. Dick was making good money, their sex life was wonderful, and they were truly in love. Jane couldn't have been happier with the way things had turned out; even on her saddest days, Dick was there to hold her. She could sit in his embrace for hours, basking in the warmth of his hug and the comforting smell of his aftershave.

It was not to last, however.
>> Anonymous
what's so freaky in this pic i no see it
>> Anonymous !!SL2slJszXCk
     File :-(, x)
>>75444185
Shooped
>> THUNDER_TOAD
My turn................

The mysterious footprints, which appeared overnight in heavy snowfall in Southern Devon in 1855, have never been adequately explained. According to contemporary reports, they stretched for over a hundred miles, and went through solid walls and haystacks, appearing on the other side as though there was no barrier. The extent of the footprints may have been exaggerated at the time, and they may have been the result of freak atmospheric conditions. But in truth the footprints - if that is what they were - still remain a complete mystery..................
>> THUNDER_TOAD
........On the night of the 8th of February 1855, heavy snowfall blanketed the countryside and small villages of Southern Devon. The last snow is thought to have fallen around midnight, and between this time and around 6.00am the following morning, something (or some things) left a myriad of tracks in the snow, stretching for a hundred miles or more, from the River Exe, to Totnes on the river Dart............
>> Anonymous
>>75446285

Things started going wrong for Dick's company, and Dick was blamed. Soon, Dick was demoted back to the position he'd had five years ago, doing twice as much work at almost half his former pay.

A passionate man, his expressive love slowly transformed into nigh-unending tirade of verbal abuse, all directed at Jane. Jane tried to take it all in stride; after all, she loved him and this had to be just a bad phase. But Dick just grew angrier and angrier, eventually resorting to beating Jane and spending long, late hours locked in his study with the lights off. Jane still tried to wait it out, hoping that Dick would come around.
>> THUNDER_TOAD
...........The early risers were the first to find them, strange hoof-shaped prints in straight lines, passing over rooftops, through walls and covering huge areas of land. A set of the prints were even supposed to have bridged a over 9000 mile span of the river Exe, continuing on the other side as if the creature had walked over the water...............
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Item #: SCP-127

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-127 is considered no more dangerous than a normal firearm of its type. However, due to its extraordinary properties, it is to be held in Weapons Locker 7-C when not in use and suspended in water rich in calcium and protein. At this time, only the research team assigned to SCP-127 has clearance to access it.

Description: SCP-127, upon first glance, appears to be a standard MP5k submachine gun style firearm. Tests have revealed that aside from the outer steel shell, the entirety of the firearm is organic and alive. The weapon's ammunition initially appeared to be human-like teeth; DNA testing of the "bullets" results in no known match in any species known on Earth.

The weapon features over 9000 settings; semi-automatic, and full automatic (an audible groan can be heard when switching between the over 9000). Upon depleting the weapon's "magazine" (typically 60 shots), it takes between 3-5 days to regrow a new supply of ammunition. Attempting to remove the current magazine results in failure; it seems to be permanently attached to the weapon.
>> THUNDER_TOAD
...............It soon became clear that the phenomenon was widespread, and some of the more scientifically minded examined the prints in detail. One naturalist sketched some of the marks, and measured the distance between them, it was found to be eight and a half inches. This spacing seemed to be consistant wherever the tracks were measured. It was also noted that the way in which they were set out, one in front of the other, suggested a biped rather than a creature walking on four legs..................
>> Anonymous
>>75447468

The weapon does not seem capable of reproduction at this time (scans showed no apparent reproductive organs) and requires no sustenance beyond water, calcium, and protein.

Item 127 was originally located in the house of a Mr. James ?????????????. Mr. ????????????? was found dead, of a heart attack, on the night of November 17, 1991. Coroner's reports state that Mr. ????????????? died sometime in the morning of November 8th, but was not noticed missing until a week later. No complications of unusual circumstances were found to lead to his death. Due to his extensive gun collection, the ATF and FBI were notified to collect his weapons. SCP-127 was discovered during testing and cataloging, and was promptly collected by SCP Agents.
>> Anonymous
>>75444616


IS It the light or am I going crazy?
>> THUNDER_TOAD
......................Some clergymen suggested that the prints belonged to the Devil, who was roaming the countryside in search of sinners (a great ploy to fill the churches), while others rejected the idea as superstition. It is true that a feeling of unease had spread through some of the population, who watched carefully to see if the strange footprints would return. They did not and after a couple of days the news spread out of Devon and made the national press. The phenomena sparked correspondence in some of the leading papers including the Times and the Illustrated news.

SAUCE...................

http://www.warphead.com/modules/news/article.php?storyid=1035

additional.............

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Devil's_Footprints
>> 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
>>75447432

She was going to bed one night when she heard Dick's car roll into the driveway. It was 11:00. She flinched as she heard the car door slam, then the front door banged open and heard Dick's heavy footsteps pounding towards the bedroom. She quickly turned off the lamp and hid under her covers, hoping Dick would tink she was sleeping and just move on.
>> noko Anonymous
>>75448032
Moar
>> Anonymous
Finish it
>> Anonymous
For maximum brix shitting, listen to the Silent Hill soundtracks while you read these threads. I guarantee you will piss yourself, especially very late at night.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>75448867

yep that does the trick for me too."Chaos is my name" by Khlyst accompanies me trough many a creepy thread too
>> Anonymous
>>75449357
I never got what's so scary about medieval doctors
>> Anon
>>75438918
No matter how many times i read this shit, in every fucking copy pasta thread, I ALWAYS have to turn around. I'm not even home alone, i'm with friends in the bathroom with my laptop taking a shit, and i STILL have a stronge urge to turn around, i do every time. I just did in fact, and what'd I see? NOTHING. I see the wash clothes on top of my toilet reservoir, and that's it.
>> Anonymous
>>75448032

>>75448032

BANG! as Dick slammed open the front door.

"Jaaaane," he said.

Jane didn't answer, but she couldn't stop shaking.

"I know you're awaaaaake, Jaaaaaaaane, you fucking bitch."

"Leave me alone," Jane squeaked.

"They fired me today, Jaaaaaaane. Fucking canned me. You happy now? You fucking happy now?!"

Jane started to cry. She felt the sheets pulled back, but when she tried to look up, Dick's hand smashed into her face. She heard a cracking noise and felt a torrent of blood seeping out of her nose. She tried to cry out, but suddenly Dick's other hand was on her throat.

"You fucking whore bitch," Dick muttered. Jane heard the tinkle of Dick's belt coming undone and saw his pants drop.

Dick forced himself on top of her. Jane opened her eyes. Dick was grinning down at her as he began to rape her. "Fucking whore!" he yelled, and sank his teeth into her shoulder. "Bitch," he screamed, biting at her neck.
>> Anonymous
I would like to read at least ONE end of story, inb4belair
>> Anonymous
>>75449537
>i'm with friends in the bathroom with my laptop taking a shit
wait, what?
>> Anonymous
>>75448867

Haha, I'm listening to "Into the Cosmos" SH1.

That scary enough? :P
>> Anonymous
"Climbing Up the Walls" by Radiohead
Creepy song
>> Anonymous
>>75449565

This was Jane's limit. She uttered a strangled scream, grabbed the thin lamp, and smashed it into Dick's head. Dick rolled off of her with a moan, and Jane bolted for the door.

Even as she began made it into the hall, she heard Dick beginning to close on her. "My face, look what you did! I'll kill you, I'll fucking kill you!" Dick bellowed behind her.

Jane sprinted for the neighbor's house across the street, but Dick tackled her halfway across the road. Jane tried to squirm free but Dick got on top of her and began to choke her. Jane's world slowly grew dark...

And then began to refocus, as flashing lights spun and a loud siren blared. Slowly sitting up, she saw over 9000 police officers, one pinning Dick on the ground and another pointing a gun at his head. She rolled over and fainted.
>> Anonymous
>>75450487
Moar plzzzzz.
>> Anonymous
>>75450487

The trial was open-and-shut. Dick was sentenced to 20-to-life and locked away in the state prison. Jane, still shellshocked from the past six months, slowly began to put the pieces of her life back together. She got a job at a hair salon, and with a little help from friends and relatives, was able to keep her house and support herself.

All was well for five months.
>> Anonymous
>>75449935
Terrifying indeed.

I made a playlist with all of the really scary ones. One of these days I plan to leave it on very quietly when I go to sleep to see how horribly fucked up my dreams are.
>> Anonymous
bump
>> Anonymous
>>75450322

fucking love that song
>> Anonymous
>>75450322

pyramid song. best radiohead song ever IMHO
>> Anonymous
>>75450890

we're all hearing....
>> Anonymous
>>75450890

Jane came home after a long day, having worked over 9000 shifts in a row. She didn't really need the money, but she had her sights on a cruise in the Caribbean.

As she opened the door, she felt a wave of nostalgia flow over her. She stopped for a minute, but couldn't place it. So she went in locked the door behind her.

She got a bottle of wine out of the fridge and poured a liberal amount into the glass. She then walked into the den and turned on the television. She started flippin through the channels idly, then froze on one of the stations.

It was a breaking story on the news. Three men had broken out of the state prison. over 9000 of them had been recaptured, but one was still at large. Jane thought to herself, no, no, it couldn't possibly...

But then something in her mind clicked, and she realized what it was at the door that had given her pause, just as she heard the heavy footsteps behind her in the hall.

It was the faint smell of Dick's aftershave.
>> Anonymous
>>75451493

Can't knock Talk show Host, true Love Waits and Paranoid Android, though.
>> Anonymous
>>75451018

Lol, The ones that creep me out at night is "Evil Carnival" SH1, and "Fermata In Mistic Air" SH2.

Most SH music is original with there own creepy sound.
>> Anonymous
I haven't actively thought about what I found there since I came upon the horrible tome. Instead, the thing has haunted my dreams, causing me to scream myself awake, drenched in cold sweat, heart pounding fit to burst, only to fade from memory upon waking. It has plagued me in more subtle ways every waking hour, a burning thorn in my mind. The human faces I once found comforting now turn my blood cold and set my spine to shivering. I have sought the counsel of psychologists, psychiatrists, and finally psychics, to no avail. It has recently gotten worse, to the point that every gush of wind becomes meaningless fevered whisperings. So now I relate whatever I can to you before someone-or some thing- comes for me, so that I can take my life before my sanity completely forsakes me.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
troll on this bitch lol shes fun

in b4 not your personal army just doit you might like it

Words Arent Pure <----- AIM
>> Anonymous
bump for some creepypasta
>> Anonymous
I first met the man, a Sigmund Gotthard, at a book collector's. It was like a bookstore, only the books there would be classics and first-editions and whatnot. I fancied myself to be farily educated in the manner of the Old and Dusty, which is why I happened to be there to meet this gentleman. I was struck at first by his height, and the length of his arms. He had a long face, sunken eyes, and a high forehead sporting jet-black hair split by a streak of white -not grey, though he seemed relatively young- shooting from his pronounced widow's peak. Another thing I noticed was the book he was browsing. From what I could tell, it was in no language seen on this earth since Latin was the lingua franca, and I got my doctorate in linguistics. I asked him what he was reading. He answered, and we conversed. He was impressed with my knowledge of what his book wasn't, and I realize now that he reacted as if he was surprised that a commoner could know so much, as if I were a child reciting the alphabet. He invited me to his place for tea and educated causeries. I accepted, excited, and offered to drive, which he refused. He insisted that I ride with him in his car while one of his associates followed with mine. Upon seeing his 1935 Bentley cabriolet, I agreed that this was the best course of action to take. We conversed further on the ride to his manor about things that concern "educated fellows" and bibliophiles.
>> Anonymous
We were served tea in his study, connected to the library. The tea was strong for my taste, but served in the most extravagant china. Sigmund noticed my surprise and the discourse became of artifacts. I wandered into the library proper, reading the spines of every other book or so, distracted by the enormous quantity of literature. The cases spanned from the floor to the ceiling. They lined the walls, even in the study. The library was too large for me to remember the exact dimension. In the library, more cases stood in the middle of the room, creating passages and walkways quite labyrinthine. One book caught my interest. It was a collection of H.P. Lovecraft's, but I was unfamiliar with the pressing. I turned to look for my host, but he has only to be heard. I reached for the book so that I may inspect its contents, when a hand lay on my shoulder. Gotthard's voice led me away quickly.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>75452083
"Prayer" from SH3 has to be the creepiest. I can't listen to it in the dark.
>> Anonymous
cool
>> Anonymous
I'M WAITING FOR THE REST OF THE JANE STORY, IF THERE IS ANY.

Plz.
>> Anonymous
>>75452614

Yeah, that one is creepy! Sounds like voodoo chanting. D:
>> Anonymous
MOAR
>> Anonymous
We were served tea in his study, connected to the library. The tea was strong for my taste, but served in the most extravagant china. Sigmund noticed my surprise and the discourse became of artifacts. I wandered into the library proper, reading the spines of every other book or so, distracted by the enormous quantity of literature. The cases spanned from the floor to the ceiling. They lined the walls, even in the study. The library was too large for me to remember the exact dimension. In the library, more cases stood in the middle of the room, creating passages and walkways quite labyrinthine. One book caught my interest. It was a collection of H.P. Lovecraft's, but I was unfamiliar with the pressing. I turned to look for my host, but he has only to be heard. I reached for the book so that I may inspect its contents, when a hand lay on my shoulder. Gotthard's voice led me away quickly.
>> Anonymous
>>75452702

Sorry, that's the end of it. Glad you liked it, though. (Props to Stephen King; I partially ripped it off from one of his writing exercises.)

Anyway, working on another story right now. Should be ready soon.
>> Anonymous
>>75453081
It's broad daylight and I'm still shitting brix listening to it. Hearing it in the game was much worse, though. I had to stop playing and make someone else do it.
>> Anonymous
There was an awful storm, that made the roads quite impassable. I was stuck in his manor for the night. he showed me to my chambers and left me until morning. There was an audible click form the closed door. I was locked in. I tried to sleep, for to sleep and awake in the morning, to eat and return home was safest and most sensible, but I was not able to sleep. I paced m room, haunted by thoughts of that book. I tried the door, but it was still locked. I turned to the window. It being unlatched, I was able to open it and make my way to the library. Quickly I stole to The Book. I reached for it, but it turned out to be the latch to a swinging entrance hidden by the bookcase!
>> Anonymous
>>75430079
>>75430079
>>75430079

BUT WHO WAS XEROX????
>> Anonymous
Anyone ever played Exmortis?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
bump
>> Anonymous
>>75433838
that's what she siad
>> Anonymous
>>75452493
There was an awful storm, that made the roads quite impassable. I was stuck in his manor for the night. he showed me to my chambers and left me until morning. There was an audible click form the closed door. I was locked in. I tried to sleep, for to sleep and awake in the morning, to eat and return home was safest and most sensible, but I was not able to sleep. I paced m room, haunted by thoughts of that book. I tried the door, but it was still locked. I turned to the window. It being unlatched, I was able to open it and make my way to the library. Quickly I stole to The Book. I reached for it, but it turned out to be the latch to a swinging entrance hidden by the bookcase!
>> Anonymous
This IS the longest time I have ever been on /B/ without fapping!!

Who's with me on this fact after reading this thread from start to present????
>> Anonymous
This thread has so much potential
>> Anonymous
>>75454541
I made my way down a flight of sweating stone steps, surrounded by a musty dry stench. There was one bookcase at the bottom. Unlike the other ornate, rich wooden cases which were fill to the brim yet neat, which spanned the entire wall from floor to ceiling, this one was neither. It was half-full at best, occupied with ratty leather-bound tomes laying haphazard upon the shelves. I picked one up. The lettering was totally alien to me, of no human language that I could even faintly recognize, yet I could somehow still read it, although I was unable to fathom its meaning. My lips moved, attempting to pronounce this thing, but my breath caught in my throat to prevent the pronunciation of this unutterable word. I opened the pages. They were not in paper, but some pinkish leather, and the writing was brown and smelt of copper. I was able to read anything inside like I was the cover. I flipped past pages and pages of runic scrawl, faster and faster, drinking in the knowledge-
>> Anon
Ever woken up in the morning, and you have that feeling of which you would after a nightmare? But you can't remember your dream..? The recollection of nightmares is associated with the same parts of your brain as memories of traumatic events of reality. Interesting isn't it? Ever saw the patterns of trauma victims how they can never recall the face of their attacker, and they often lose memories of the events, and surroundings. They use mental blocks to block it all out, and pretend that it never happened.

What about those mornings that you wake up, sweat dripping down your forehead, bed clothes, messed up hear, and the hair on your neck standing perfectly straight up and no memory of your dream, or the cause for your queasy feeling. You notice the bed your sitting on isn't un-done. Almost never slept in, the blankets perfect. Basically painted on, not a thread out of place. Your shoes aren't by your bed-side, their at the door by entering the room, with a thin layer of mud on the bottoms.You figure you may have done some sleep walking, a little spooked but able to carry on. You continue your day, with the feelings that your shadow is watching you. Your looking over your shoulder, then up to the grey clouds with an icy-silence. The world around you seemingly silent. It's watching you, Whatever you can't remember about last night sure as hell remembers you. You rush home, and search your house and close the door. The feelings peaking more and more almost the pattern of the jaws theme song. Whatever it is, you can feel it getting closer and closer. Anxiety? Is that it? Rationalize your goosebumps. It's the only answer. Midnight rolls up and you figure you'll call it a day.
>> Part 2 Anon
>>75454850

You go to the kitchen, from the living room. Just to get a drink before you go to bed, as you open your bedroom door and kick off your shoes. You see yourself, laying in your bed, throat slit, eyes gouged out, muddy and covered in your own blood. You look down, your own shoes still on your feet, And the same pair are still in the doorway from the morning. Untouched, still covered in mud.

Suddenly, the feeling that it's watching you peaks and your hair stands up like the way it was when you woke up. You black out, and wake up in your bed, cold sweat, hairs standing up, and your muddy shoes still in the door way, you look back expecting to see your corpse, only to see the bed perfectly made. Not a thread out of place just like the day before. You get up and continue on your day, It's still right behind you.
>> Anonymous
>>75454697
I awoke in my bed, drenched in cold sweat, screaming. I glanced at the clock beside my bed. It was a week after my meeting with Gotthard. I could not remember anything but those eyes, those cold shrunken eyes…

I apologize if this letter seems incomplete, but this is all I know. I try to touch upon what I saw there or what the eldritch runes looked like. I try to think of what happened during that black week or why I wake up cold and screaming. There are some things the human mind is not made to see.
>> Anonymous
>>75444033
>>75443945
more like this?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
boo
>> Anonymous
http://youtube.com/watch?v=XnMDrv8Mx3E

this vid was so scary, i shat brix
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
http://youtube.com/watch?v=PxJ9g1e8UZw
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
WHATCHA GUNNA DO WHEN CAPS LOCK RUNS WILD ON YOU!!!
>> Anonymous
>>75455481

http://youtube.com/watch?v=gVEVUxyxBJc&feature=related

for you, my good sir.
>> Anonymous
OP, want to know something fucking creepy?

walk through Chernobyl alone, its fucking creepy.
>> Anonymous
There is a story involving a clown statue (I think) and some sort of baby sitter or something. I have heard about it numerous times while lurking these creepypasta threads but I have yet to come across it. /r/ing this creepypasta
>> Anonymous
>>75449357
what movie was that?
>> Anonymous
I have walked through chernobyl alone, worst thing in the world
>> Anonymous
>>75456133
ive got the Angel version of it

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 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 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
seen a story a while back about a guy looking thru a keyhole, seeing red n then finding out it wus an eye looking bak. /r/ing this story, it wus good
>> Anonymous
>>75456426
>>75447894


There you go.
>> Anonymous
>>75456337

Thank you kind anon.
>> Anonymous
>>75456426
It's already been posted.
>>75447894
>> Anonymous
>>75456337

Damn, I got chills...
>> Anonymous
moar stories!
>> Anonymous
toasting in an epic thread
>> Anonymous
Bumping for continued greatness.
>> Anonymous
Graceland Cemetery, Chicago, Illinois.

This is the picture of the state at the grave of a little girl, one Inez Clark, killed in a thunderstorm. There are some stories associated with Inez, but this one is best known: a night watchman was making his rounds in the graveyard, when he saw that this statue, normally mounted above the grave inside of a glass box, was missing. He reported to his superior, thinking it to be the work of vandals. His superior, incredulous, followed the watchman back to the grave, where the statue was indeed missing. Despite their best efforts, they couldn't find the statue, nor its supposed vandals.
Nonetheless, the next morning little Inez was back in her seat.
There's a mailbox somewhere in the city which can solve your most dire problems.
Which city? That depends on who you ask. There may even be more than one, who knows? Anyway, this mailbox isn't emptied anymore - the mail service has completely forgotten about it. But it clings on. It isolated in some relatively unlikely place, so you won't spot it immediately. Mail you put inside it won't go anywhere.
But the box is special. Write a letter about your most pressing problem to the persons in charge of dealing with it: write to your significant other, your boss, the IRS, and get it all off your chest. Write yourself into deep shit with that letter. You'll see that the problem will dissolve soon, in some way you hadn't thought likely.
The snag, of course, is that you can't really be sure whether you have found the right mailbox until you try it. And if you haven't, things are going to get much worse once your letter gets delivered...
>> Anonymous
brumples mc bumplots
>> Anonymous
There is a certain whore house around the outskirts of Las Vegas. Many people say it is like any other whore house, but there is one difference. There is a special room always reserved for a special guest. When visiting the whore house, tell the receptionist that you have reservations for room 21. He will ask you a security question to which you will give any answer. It will be right no matter what, but be careful what you answer. Upon entering the room, the door will slam shut and lock. There will be nothing in the room but a computer that is open to a specific image board. Some say if you stare at it for more than 10 seconds, you will never be able to leave it. You will promptly regain your virginity, be stripped of any desireable qualities you may have, and your mom will bring you dinner within 30 minutes.
Yuri Gagarin, the first man to go into space, was actually a hardened Russian KGB agent sent into space due to his resilience to harm bodily and mental. In the official tape of his communications with the Russian space agency, there is a pause of approximately three minutes. When Gagarin died, the undertaker noted the traumatic effects of severe plastic surgery on his stroke-beset corpse, and found a mildly chewed-up videocasette which plays three minutes of vulgar flesh-smacking and chewing sounds played over unrelenting screaming in Russian. DNA tests to determine the identity of the corpse have proven ineffective, in that detectors fail to detect the presence of human deoxyribonucleic acids. The Russian government has not commented on this issue.
>> Anonymous
over 666 weeks?
>> Anonymous
bump this shit
>> Anonymous
A young couple has just been married at a large family wedding. The reception is held at the bride's grandmother's house. After they have had dinner and cake and such they all decide to play hide and go seek, which has been a tradition in the bride's family for quite some time. The bride, knowing the house, decides to hide in the attic in a large chest, but when she climbs in she slips and the lid to it comes crashing down. It knocks her out and she is now locked, unconscious, in the chest.

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

Years later the bride's younger sister is married and when she turns to hide in the very same chest she is horrified to find her sister's remains rotted away in her wedding dress, now covered in blood from her frantically trying to claw her way out.
>> Anonymous
There was a couple from Texas who was planning a weekend trip across the Mexican border for a shopping spree. At the last minute, their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their over 9000 year old son with them. They had been across the border for an hour when the boy got free and ran around the corner. The mother tried to find him, but he was missing. The mother found a police officer who told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was told.

About 45 minutes later, a Mexican man approached the border, carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped him and ran. The police were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in the 45 minutes he was missing, he had been cut open, all of his organs removed, and stuffed with bags of cocaine. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep.
>> 708 Lansing !!0PvhK5lEDkN
>>75447468
Go watch Existenz..Good movie with organic gun in it
>> Anonymous
There are stories about a certain kind of hitchhiker - they only ever appear at night on quiet roads, seeming to flicker into existence in the very edge of headlights, never carrying a sign, always with an expression of deep despondency on their faces, swathed in a heavy coat and long pants, usually with gloves. If you stop, they will seem cordial enough, polite, but hardly chatty. They will assure you that the next town or city along your route will be a fine spot to leave them. Normal enough. Unless you try killing them.

They die easily enough. But look underneath their clothes, and you will see that their skin is marred with lines of scars, forming repeating patterns that are unsettling to look at, and even more unsettling in the context of their skin. They have no wallets, no identification. If you slice their belly open, however, they're different inside. There's no blood, no muscle, only a hollow cavity containing a single object. The object varies. Examples include a single coin, heavy and golden and engraved with runes nobody could ever decipher. A diamond gem with fractal edges that slice bare flesh to ribbons. A small vase, quite unbreakable, that smells of the ocean and is always damp...

Once you possess a hitchhiker's object, you'll find yourself always driving the quiet roads at night. You'll never mean to, but somehow, you just will. The lure of possessing a second one will hum quietly in your head. You'll strain to catch sight of a figure appearing in your headlights, try to resist the impulse to stop, and sometimes you might. But sometimes you won't. You'll try telling yourself that this is just a normal person on an adventure, someone who ran out of petrol. The logical part of your brain will scream at what you're doing. You'll smile and nod and they'll get into the car and you'll slowly, casually, reach under the seat or across to the glove box...
>> Anonymous
Somewhere in the world, there is a collection of books. Perhaps it's in a dusty, unpainted shelf in the back corner of someone's attic, perhaps it's in a set of musty boxes in the basement of some tiny, obscure library. It contains a few hundred volumes, all handwritten, ranging from leatherbound volumes with yellowing pages over 9000 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
Somewhere in NYC there is an old homeless man missing both his legs from the knees down who is always sitting at the corner of Lexington and East 21st, near Granmercy Park. Approach him after nightfall and ask him, "So what did you see on the other side?" He will then tell you all about his travels to other realms and times. It is up to you whether to believe him or not, but as you listen you'll find yourself being drawn in with every story, every minute. You must stay alert, and before midnight you must interrupt him (do NOT let him finish whatever story he's telling you at the moment) and say "I've heard enough, old man. Good day and good luck", then walk away. Make at least over 9000 left-hand turns around the block before looking around and going about your business. You must do this, because anyone who has stayed to listen past midnight is never seen again, at least not on this plane of existance.
>> Anonymous
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.

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…
>> Anonymous
>> 11/12/07(Mon)19:31:36 No.45239151
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, which 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.
>> 11/12/07(Mon)19:32:27 No.45239219
Leon Czolgosz, assassin of William McKinley, the the 25th President of the United States, was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.
>> Anonymous
>>75460661
* Once for you skin, which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh.
* Twice for your muscle, which she’ll gnash her teeth on between victims.
* Thrice for your bones, which she’ll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims.
* 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.

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.
>> Anonymous
There's a small, inconspicious building called "Padraic Willoughsby and Co." in the industrial district of Birmingham, UK. Most of the time, its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, on February 29th of every leap year, there will be a small plastic container outside the front door containing business cards. On the front of the card it says in large capital letters, "PADRAIC WILLOUGHSBY AND CO. ENGLAND'S THAUMATURGICAL SPECIALISTS". On the back, in nearly inelligibly small type it says "The blood of the innocent." Any night after midnight one can come to Paidraic Willoughsby and Co. and slide their card through the door, and the door will instantly unlock. Inside there is an empty room with white walls. No light reaches this room, except for a small sliver from the other end of the room. When you approach this room you will find that it is actually another door. When you knock on it, a voice will ask "What makes a man become exalted?" and you must respond with the phrase on the back of the card: "The blood of the innocent." The door will open and you will come into another room, a kind of lounge. Inside it you will find around 5-10 people, depending on the night, sitting around smoking and drinking brandy, all in late Edwardian period dress. There is absolutely no conversation at all in this room and, it is nearly silent except for the phonograph which plays the exact same record over and over, ad infinitum. If you attempt to speak to one of the patrons, they will promptly ignore you and pretend as if you were not there. Towards the south wing of the room you will find a large, round table, slightly different from the others. On it will be a quill pen and a document. The document shows all of your personal information: name, birth date, place of residence, criminal record, greatest fears, etc. At the bottom of the document is a long line that asks for your signature. No one knows what happens after you sign it.
>> Anonymous
>>75460776
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.

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 funjklm,.-

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
"There was a family that lived here before you," recalled Mark's new neighbor, "they were a creepy lot."

Mark and his family had just moved to a new neighborhood and decided to get to know the neighbors. He was never one for scary stories, but he humored his new friend. The old man continued, his breath smelling of tobacco

"Many people would enter that house. Very few would ever leave." said the old man, speaking around his pipe. "Sure, rumors flew around the neighborhood. The neighborhood kids were convinced they were wallpapering with skin and weaving human hair into rugs."

The man pondered this, "Of course, nobody knew what was actually going on and, frankly, none of us would have been too surprised if this's what was going on in that hell house."

"Now, I'm sure they weren't that bad." said Mark

The man stared at him coldly, unamused.

"It was 12 years just a few weeks ago that my Belinda, God rest her soul, entered that damned house. She said we were all insane. Said we were being dramatic. Said she was going to prove to us all that they were perfectly nice people. She always was an optimist."

"They killed her?" asked Mark, concerned.

The man stared at the ceiling.

"I can't very well say what they did. Maybe they killed her. If she was lucky. There's no saying what that kind of family would do to her."
"What kind of family? What kind of family were these people?" asked Mark, scared for the safety of his family and his neighborhood.

The old man took a puff from his pipe, looked into mark's eyes, staring deep into his very soul
"niggers"
>> Anonymous
BUT WHO WAS PHONE
>> Anonymous
In any city, in any country, go to any mental instituion or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped.

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. What happens when they all come together?

The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifiying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned, if you do your death will be that of cruelity and unrelenting horror.

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

>> Anonymous
>>75452584

Holy shit that used to scare the absolute fuck outta me. Fuck you Gameboy Camera.
>> 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, which 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.
>> 11/12/07(Mon)19:32:27 No.45239219
Leon Czolgosz, assassin of William McKinley, the the 25th President of the United States, was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
A young gentleman, much like yourself, and his comely girlfriend were leisurely enjoying eachothers' company and engaging in hanky panky when, suddenly, they receive a telephone call.

"Hello?" answered the young gentleman.

"I do not approve of the shenanigans that you and my daughter are partaking in. I demand that you remove your hands from her at once, you ne'er-do-well." said the man on the other end of the line and promptly ended the call.

The young gentleman replaced the telephone receiver and returned to his girlfriend, explaining the incident to her.

"That cannot be," replied the girlfriend "you see, my father passed away several years ago."

The young gentleman was stunned.

he asked, perplexed

"Then who would have placed such a telephone call?"
>> Anonymous
>>75460853
FUCK YOU MAN AS SOON AS I FINISHED READING THAT SOMEONE STARTED KNOCKING ON MY DOOR IT WAS COUSIN THOUGH I THINK.
>> Anonymous
>>75453374
where are these excersises?
>> Anonymous
>>75460971

THEN PHONE WAS A ZOMBIE
>> Anonymous
you then look up from the pictures u r looking at and to ur suprise your oldest son is fapping into a bottle...
>> Anonymous
>>75460853

this has been my favourite so far
win
>> Anonymous
>>75460878
win!
>> Anonymous
>>75461635
how do you know?
>> Anonymous
>>75460661
Awesome shit.
>> Anonymous
epic thread is epic
>> Anonymous
I shat fucken brixs at that witness story
>> Anonymous
You get a phone call from your Mother. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken breasts.

After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. The lady cashier makes an odd remark to you, "You know, we're in no danger of a milk shortage." Upon arriving at her house you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In a couple, the chicken and the milk has gone bad. "Mom," you call out, but no answer. You make your way thru the kitchen and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her head cut off and neatly resting on her lap, is your Mother.

Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator. "It's not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into a series of repetitive behaviors," he says.

You think to yourself, "They can't be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?" Suddenly your cell phone goes off. "Hello?"

"Hi hun, it's me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need some bread and cereal too."

>> Anonymous
Witness Story was kick ass
>> Anonymous
>>75460853

Break the mirror.
>> Anonymous
>>75464225
so she could kill him faster why?
>> Anonymous
>>75464225
so she could kill him faster why?
>> Anonymous
i love creepypasta
>> Anonymous
>>75464386
breaking the mirror would just make it into more shards, which still reflect
>> Anonymous
>>75464913
well the story states you cant escape her anyways
>> Anonymous
ú_ú
>> 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 surprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day.

It consisted of over 9000 words; "please come". Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he'd been absent that day. After over 9000 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.

THEN WHO WAS COMPUTER?
>> Anonymous
>>75464996
yeah, however, imagine how many times she'll have to say them lines, will give you enough time to get you somewhere safe.
>> Anonymous
>>75465479
there is nowhere safe you cant run from it
>> Anonymous
why bother arguing about this story. it's just a stupid ghost stWITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>75465639
not even if you build a room around you out of bricks, with no entry point? if not, i give up :(
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>> Anonymous
>>75465810
its a ghost it will just go through the bricks
>> Anonymous
>>75465810
Even if you did that, you would go insane from her pounding on the outside and then starve to death.
>> Anonymous
>>75465702
OH GOD ITS PICKING US OFF ONE BY ONE!!!!!!!!!
>> Anonymous
>>75466050
Dude, what are you retarted? Honestly, it's not like it's Candlejack or som
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>> Anonymous
>>75465976
Pounding where if there's no door? Altough he would eventually die from starvation or lack of oxygen
>> Anonymous
Oh shit, you guys, now she's knocking on my door, it's that little girl, I know it, I looked through the peephole, oh God, oh shit, the d
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>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>75438959
Go to jkcinema.com and look for the urban legends series, one of them (I forget which, the one where you vote on stuff) talks about the Faces of Belmez in detail. Much freakier to see this face when you know the background story.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>75466601
Ain't gonna happen after this.