File :-(, x, )
Anonymous
creepy pasta tyme?

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.

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

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

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

The woman smiled and raised her arm “something like this?”
>> Anonymous
moar.
>> Anonymous
You’ve been dating your girlfriend almost over 9000 years now. You often stay late over the summer and on weekends and arrive home long after the rest of your family go to sleep.

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

You chuckle at your silly worries and drift off to sleep. Finally one morning you decide to tell your mother about your late night fears amidst some jovial conversation for a nice laugh. As you tell her a concerned look comes over her face. She sweeps the hair away from her face as she says, “Oh honey, you know we were all shot almost over 9000 years ago.”

You scream as you see the gaping bullet hole in her forehead
>> Anonymous
MOAR CREEPY PASTA
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Fuck shit, i wrote this fucking weeks ago and its still here.
>> 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
     File :-(, x)
Don't blink.
>> Anonymous
If you call yourself on your own cellular phone, sometimes you will get an answer. You won’t hear anything other than heavy breathing, so don’t bother waiting for them to speak. If you then say the name of a person you know and a reason that they should die (reasons like “I just want them dead” do work), then they will die a gruesome death within the next 24 hours. Their horribly mangled corpse will be completely unrecognizable, and there is never any evidence pointing to a specific perpetrator so the person(s) that performs this service has never been caught. This was how the infamous Black Dahlia murder was perpetrated.
>> Anonymous
Home alone. It's dark. These are creeping me out.

Keep it coming, OP.
>> Anonymous
Eric was reaching for the towel when he saw it. Something in the mirror, darting out of his line of vision. He stared at the mirror for a while, trying to work out what he'd seen, letting the water drip off of him into the empty shower. There was nothing but his own reflection. He began to dry himself, and he saw it again. Flickering out the corner of his eye, something in the mirror. He stepped out of the shower and towards the mirror.

Eric's wife, Sue, arrived home later that evening, but her husband was nowhere to be found. After searching the entire house, all she could find to suggest he'd ever been there was a towel lying on the bathroom floor. She phoned the police. She didn't look at the mirror.

over 9000 days after Eric was reported missing, Sue dissapeared off the face of the earth. The only clue to suggest she'd ever been home was the shower, still running after long she'd gone.
>> Anonymous
>>75705654
I'm sorry but I really don't get that one. If you call your number using your cell phone, you'll just be taken to your voice box.
>> Anonymous
Oh I'll keep it coming. This is a favorite of mine.
During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time.

Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm’s well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year).

Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. The camera then continued to stationary point at the oven for another 45 minutes until the batteries apparently died.

To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well.

…or why the physical stature of the woman on the tape did not in any way resemble the stature of the woman found in the oven.
>> Anonymous
>>75705933
It depends on what phone you have. Mine rings a bit then clicks over to either the voice mail or a busy signal.
>> Anonymous
It was her eyes that first attracted me to her. I didn’t believe in love, but the
first time I gazed into her beautiful green eyes I knew she was the one.

I loved seeing myself reflected in those eyes, looking deep into her soul and
knowing I was a part of it. It’s kinda stupid, but I even wrote poetry about them. I
don’t remember much, but I told her “There’s so much life within your eyes, and so
much love”.

Oh God, I loved the way the light danced within them. I just couldn’t imagine not
being able to stare dreamily into them.

Now if I could just find a box that was half as beautiful as her eyes, I could stop
carrying them round in my pocket.
>> Anonymous
I am Thomas's reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom. ...and he makes faces. I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger. He does this every day... well, USED to. One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom. On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist. ...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye. Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference. I can't mimic his pain. Just his face.
>> Anonymous
Pomade
Pomade
Pomade
Pomade
Pomade
Pomade
>> Anonymous
Anon demands MOAR
>> Anonymous
"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
>> Anonymous
>>75705654
They didn't have cell phones back then, fag. EXPLAIN THAT.

>>75705799
Over 9000 days. Lol'd. I'm always scared of there being something in the mirror when I'm not looking at it. Well not scared, but I image it.
>> Anonymous
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the 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
Jebus.
It's 12 noon and all this creepy-pasta still creeps the shit out of me.
>> Anonymous
In 1938, more than 6,000 patients were checked into mental hospitals all across America within one week of each other. Reports of similar instances supposedly came from Europe and Asia as well. The circumstances of each patient were, eerily, identical.

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

The only thing the patients would say was: “There is not, and never has been, such a thing in this world as a meaningless coincidence.”
>> Anonymous
>>75706736

fukken over 9000.
I read the same story on /r9k/ I think, but it was a clown statue inside their bedroom.
>> Anonymous
>>75706736

ahh good one.
>> Anonymous
There it goes again. Something definitely moved this time. It was very brief, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw something. But wait. All the doors are locked, no pets, and your parents won’t get home until 10. So there’s no way something moved. It’s just your imagination getting the best of you. Sitting alone in your room, the only light emitting from the monitor of your computer, you stare into the darkness for several minutes. Just to be sure. Now you feel silly. What were you thinking? Of course there’s nothing there. What, are you 6? Go back to what you were doing.

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

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

But then, just when you’re about to drift off to sleep, at the phase no one remembers when they wake, you sense something in the darkness. It’s your imagination, leering down at you. With a jagged, macabre smile.
>> Anonymous
MOAR!
>> Anonymous
>>75705799
rofl, that's almost 25 years later
>> Anonymous
don't...stop...posting!
>> Anonymous
>>75707300
arg fuck you. its 2:30 and im freaked.
>> Anonymous
There it goes again. Something definitely moved this time. It was very brief, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw something. But wait. All the doors are locked, no pets, and your parents won’t get home until 10. So there’s no way something moved. It’s just your imagination getting the best of you. Sitting alone in your room, the only light emitting from the monitor of your computer, you stare into the darkness for several minutes. Just to be sure. Now you feel silly. What were you thinking? Of course there’s nothing there. What, are you 6? Go back to what you were doing.

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

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

But then, just when you’re about to drift off to sleep, at the phase no one remembers when they wake, you sense something in the darkness. It’s your imagination, leering down at you. With a jagged, macabre smile.
>> Anonymous
>>75705306
Good one anon. Especially the last sentence.
>> 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
>>75706736
that one did give me the chills
>> Anonymous
Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Most will simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickering candle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture. Ninety-nine out of a hundred times, these people are right.

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

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

This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist. Should you ever feel that queer chill in your back, try not to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of your eye. It might be better not to see.
>> Anonymous
>>75706736
Why would you call the police if a random statue appeared?
Waste of police time.
>> Anonymous
>>75707222
OP here, yep there is a version of this one with a clown statue. It goes a little differently, but it can be read on snopes if anyone is interested.
>> Pedofilet !nTDjnbIsGk
>>75703539
Doctor Who episode, Blink.
>> Anonymous
>>75708189
yeah because an angel statue on your roof that you didnt put there is perfectly normal
>> Anonymous
>>75708189
are you completely retarded?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Item #: SCP-173

Object class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, over 9000 persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.

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

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

>> Anonymous
>>75708336
It's hardly summat to ring the police and haul your kids out of bed for. -__-
Just gtf home.
>> Anonymous
>>75708189
It is implying that the statue wasn't a statue at all, but someone disguised as one.
>> Anonymous
>>75707659
But if this was a repetitive behaviour, he would have called the police before too, and they would have gotten the body and all that shit a week ago.
>> Anonymous
In Gjoberdik, a small fisherman's village in the country of Bulgaria, on the dawn of January the first everyone closes their curtains and hold their breath for half a minute. Hours after the craze of midnight's celebrations, children look questioning at their worried parents, but can not help to shiver in the embrace of their shaking parents.
One can hear the sound of bells being struck exactly 25 times last year, in this short time span. The nearest church however, is more than 32 miles away. You will find no one out on the streets in these faithful 30 seconds, and even the birds will stop whistling.

Some have gone out of their houses, roaring boldly in disbelief of this century old tradition. On the first sunset of this year, over 9000 people gambled their fate in the very first rays of sunlight.

The next dawn, the bells will be struck 27 times.
>> Anonymous
>>75706606
My favorite
>> Anonymous
If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice at the time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freeze as well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the static returns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you will regain control of your body.

You must never watch that television again. It will only play static, even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these same events will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happens is unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looks away, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to be your station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as all sound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit.

The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you see yourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of your disappearance.
>> sage
     File :-(, x)
/b/ is a horror story in itself
>> Anonymous
>>75708544
True, but I think it's the first time it happened.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
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
>>75708577

>over 9000 people gambled their fate in the very first rays of sunlight.

That's one big small fisherman's village.
>> Anonymous
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls 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, and 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 answers your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and 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 cruelty and unrelenting horror. Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.

This object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
>> Anonymous
>>75707472
unrelated stories
>> Anonymous
>>75708892
No contraceptives, methinks
>> Anonymous
>>75708974

Fukkin classic
>> Anonymous
Got to love the way wordfilters mangle these stories
>> Anonymous
>>75708814
How many people searched for that video after reading that story?
>> Anonymous
>>75708892
heh, I know, I know. It's the filter that is on the site where if you type in 'over some number' no matter what the number is, it changes it to 9000. You know after that one meme. I've been trying to go through and change them now that I've caught the change, but it looks like I missed that one.
>> Anonymous
>>75705654
>>75705654
>>75705654
we all know that cellular phones were around back then.
>> Anonymous
Daniel had been living alone for a few years. After high school, he moved out of his parents house and got an apartment in the city. The apartment was by no means luxurious, in fact, it was a little run down.
His space consisted of a small living room that also served as the kitchen, a bathroom and a very small bedroom that could barely house his bed.
Very late one night, around three in the morning to be more precise, Daniel was sitting in the living room on his computer when all of a sudden his computer shut off. He tried to see what was going on but when he went to flip on the lights, they would not work either. In fact, nothing in the apartment worked.
He waited a few minutes in darkness unsure of what was happening until all of a sudden, the power flipped back on.
Thinking nothing of it, he continued with his tasks when all of a sudden his eye wandered to his microwave.
it said 12:00
>> Anonymous
Fuc­king over 9000, it raeps the mood
>> Anonymous
>>75709264
LMAO
best one yet
>> Anonymous
>>75709264
>>around three in the morning to be more precise

I lol'd
>> Anonymous
>>75709204

wordfilters cause lulz.
>> Anonymous
original creepypasta:

ever wonder why they call it a crawlspace?
>> Anonymous !iN1Ne3jb46
>>75709204
No, you retard.
over 9000 is filtered.
>> Anonymous
In Gjoberdik, a small fisherman's village in the country of Bulgaria, on the dawn of January the first everyone closes their curtains and hold their breath for half a minute. Hours after the craze of midnight's celebrations, children look questioning at their worried parents, but can not help to shiver in the embrace of their shaking parents.
One can hear the sound of bells being struck exactly 25 times last year, in this short time span. The nearest church however, is more than 32 miles away. You will find no one out on the streets in these faithful 30 seconds, and even the birds will stop whistling.

Some have gone out of their houses, roaring boldly in disbelief of this century old tradition. On the first sunset of this year, over 9000 people gambled their fate in the very first rays of sunlight.

The next dawn, the bells will be struck 9, 025 times.
>> Anonymous
There's a small, inconspicuous building called "Padraic Willoughsby and Co." in the industrial district of Birmingham, UK. Most of the time, its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, on February 29th of every leap year, there will be a small plastic container outside the front door containing business cards. On the front of the card it says in large capital letters, "PADRAIC WILLOUGHSBY AND CO. ENGLAND'S THAUMATURGICAL SPECIALISTS". On the back, in nearly illegibly small type it says "The blood of the innocent."

Any night after midnight one can come to Paidraic Willoughsby and Co. and slide their card through the door, and the door will instantly unlock. Inside there is an empty room with white walls. No light reaches this room, except for a small sliver from the other end of the room. When you approach this room you will find that it is actually another door. When you knock on it, a voice will ask "What makes a man become exalted?" and you must respond with the phrase on the back of the card: "The blood of the innocent." The door will open and you will come into another room, a kind of lounge. Inside it you will find around 5-10 people, depending on the night, sitting around smoking and drinking brandy, all in late Edwardian period dress. There is absolutely no conversation at all in this room and, it is nearly silent except for the phonograph which plays the exact same record over and over, ad infinitum. If you attempt to speak to one of the patrons, they will promptly ignore you and pretend as if you were not there.

Towards the south wing of the room you will find a large, round table, slightly different from the others. On it will be a quill pen and a document. The document shows all of your personal information: name, 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 if you sign it.
>> Anonymous
>>75708814

All the full video did was give me a headache. Fail.
>> Anonymous
>>75706606
I don't get it.
>> Anonymous
>>75709818
no, you don't
and you wont until tommorow
>> Anonymous
oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck i found it
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekiEgcBRxZ8
>> Anonymous
So ur wit ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”.

THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
>>75705654

or you get your voicemail, dumbass
>> Anonymous
So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the voice is "wut r u doin wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded".
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I WAS PHONE
>> Anonymous
>>75710274
lol
>> 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
>>75705479
bit small but i blink when i saw its face
>> Anonymous
>>75709264

OMFG lol'd very hard
>> Anonymous
>>75709735
/r/ing real video
>> Anonymous
I’d had them ever since I was a kid.

I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets under books and bags. The kids at school never said anything to my
face, but I knew they were laughing behind my back.

I remember asking my parents to take me to the doctor, to get them checked out. The growths on my hands seemed to be the elephant in the room back
then, since they’d just say I was fine and change the subject. But I knew better.

I had tried to remove them as a child, but without avail. Scissors, knives, potato peelers; trying to cut or scrape them off was always a lost cause because I couldn’t continue once the pain kicked in.

But today was different. It’s amazing how numb you can get with a couple of tourniquettes and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I was originally planning to use a sharp knife, but figured that trying to slice through the tough flesh of the growths would be too arduous in my drunken state. I opted for the slightly more technological plan B.

I had to hurry though. I was already pretty light-headed and was starting to feel dizzy. My hands and forearms, nearly blue from the lack of circulation, couldn’t wait much longer either. The whirring of the blender helped to put me in a sort of trance–ready to do what I had wanted to do since I first looked down at my strange deformities.

I shoved my left hand in first. The immediate sensation of sharp blades slicing through flesh was jarring, but I was surprised at how well the alcohol was working–I expected it to hurt more. I could hear the sharp
metal churning and cutting, working perfectly as planned. I pressed my hand down harder. All those bad memories, all of the embarrassment–all of those
horrible things were now nothing more than a thick red pulp.

Breaking from the feelings of ecstasy, I pulled out before the blades hit knuckle. I smiled, taking a good look at my new hand.

As for the growths–well, five down, and five to go.
>> Anonymous
>>75711009

D:
>> Anonymous
>>75708814
OH MY GOD, I TRIED IT ON YOUTUBE AND I SWEAR THAT IS THE CREEPIEST SHIT EVER.
>> Anonymous
>>75705479
Animated?
>> Anonymous
>>75711198
:D
>> Anonymous
lol creepy
>> Anonymous !uz8u2XmvbY
some of these make no sense
>> Anonymous
one time, I was in my room, all alone,
and
I smelled a fart that wasn't mine
>> Anonymous
one time, I was in my room, all alone,
and
I smelled a nigger that wasn't mine
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75711473
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75711602
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
This is now an Osaka thread.
>> Anonymous
>>75711816
indeed
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75711816
NO
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75711816
>> Anonymous
>>75711279
I can't watch it D:
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75711909

I CONCUR
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
MOAR CREEPY PASTA
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75711909
yes
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75711646
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75712119
NO
>> Anonymous
MOAR CREEPY PASTA PLZ
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75712157
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
FLUSH OUT OSAKA WITH CREEPY
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
darn it, my osaka reference invaded thsi thrwad, but now I have to leave.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
What's the painting in OP's pic called?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
C'mon OP, more creepy!
>> Anonymous
see SCP Blue Goddess.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZfTBj-3HdU&feature=related
>> Anonymous
Rumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror, there will be a faint image of an infant with no flesh and pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering.

You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror, but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occurred within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all human emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed and lost to you forever. For each question that is answered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someone you know.

That person will be found dead the next morning with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Sassie
That's an interesting story....
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Related.
>> Anonymous
>>75712866
idk why but that shitty story gave me goosebumps.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>75710646
>>Unless you try killing them.

LOL best part of any story so far.

Except for the over 9000 ones.
>> Anonymous
Does anyone have that vid of the girl dressed up as a ballerina, looking really wasted and thin? That is probably the creepiest video I have ever seen.
>> part 1 Anonymous
If you go into this one tiny, dingy one-story bar in Paris, and the right bartender is behind the counter that night, you might be able to see a very exclusive gallery show of the lost works of one Henri Beauchamp. But, to get in, you have to prove you're a devotee of the artist to get in.

You'll be asked, in clear and perfect English, "What would like to partake of this glorious night?". Answer absinthe, no matter what. Any other drink, from whiskey to water, will kill you as you sleep.

The next question will regard the type, and you MUST answer one of over 9000 things: "The stuff that Man himself could not bear to take," or, "The good stuff. The best stuff." If you ask for any other absinthe, in any other way, you will be plagued by nightmares for 13 days. Each night's dream will be more horrible than the last, until, upon the thirteenth dream, your nightmare will follow you, every moment of your waking and sleeping life. Don't try and cheat the barkeep: the door locked behind you. You have to drink what he gives you, doom or not. That such a powerful man granted you audience should be enough. Besides, I've heard that the dying complimented his drinks in their death throes.

If you make it that far before sealing your fate, the bartender will say, "Be sure you handle this with care; this is the finest I have." From here, you may do one of over 9000 things: Say, word for word, "I overestimated my fortitude, and I bid you good eve.". If the barkeep nods, you may leave the door you entered, unharmed and with nothing gained and nothing lost (except the time spent inside).
>> Anonymous
>>75706606
This is the scariest one so far
>> part 2 Anonymous
>>75713756

Or you can go on. You will be given a glass with a seven-sided rim, with each side twisting ever so delicately around the basin until forming a sleek and simple handle. You will also receive a very, very, very special absinthe spoon, in the shape of a key; the holes at the key's top serve as the draining point for the alcohol to pour over the sugar cube. And, of course, an unmarked bottle, stripped long ago of its label, scraps of paper sticking to its sides, covered in the rot of the decades past.

The spoon is completely flat, but has over 9000 distinct sides: one with a groove along the shaft of the key, and one without. Turn the shaft down, so its groove will be face down. If you attempt this face up, your absinthe will taste foul, your nose will burn, and your eyes will shrivel in their sockets with unspeakable horrors not of this world. Now, if your spoon is the right way up, begin preparing the absinthe as one would (put the sugar on the spoon, and pour the alcohol over so it gains its color and "special qualities").

Say "cheers" to your friend, the barkeep, and bottoms up. If you don't, the absinthe will burn every innard it touches with the power and pain of sulfuric acid.

If you've done it right, the already dim lights will go off, and darkness will consume the bar. Don't be afraid; the darkness is the cue that you've been approved for the exhibit. Wait out the darkness, and keep silent as the dead, lest the bartender decide to make you so.
>> part 3 Anonymous
>>75713822

Eventually (not too long, over 9000 to three minutes), a green floodlight will shine brightly on a door on the far wall of the bar. The bar will be bathed in green, and not just from the floodlight. Little luminescent spheres will gently drift through the room, and the barkeep will no longer be there... nor any other unassuming patron inside before. There's no danger by this point... consider it a safe point. If you didn't finish the absinthe, you don't have to, but you might need the alcohol. Either way, take the spoon and put it in the keyhole of the green-lit portal's doorknob. It will fit perfectly, and reach the end of the keyhole with a resounding click.

Inside is a small elevator, with the most beautiful woman any mortal eyes can imagine, bathed in the green glow in just such an angle that the light refracts beyond her into the shape of wings.

The Green Fairy herself will ask you, "Going up?”, and considering all the trouble you went through, it would only make sense to say yes.

Now, you have one more hurdle to clear. She will ask you, as you cross the line from the bar to the compartment, "How would you compare Beauchamp's surrealism to that of, say, Rene Magritte?" For your reply, you must say, "I've come to see more than art tonight."

>> part 4 Anonymous
>>75713980

Now, I'm not as sure about this as the rest, but I've heard that, if the Green Fairy kisses you on the cheek as she leaves the elevator, you will always be blessed with a creative inspiration: a permanent, ever-changing muse. You can't ask her, you can't kiss her; she has to do it of her own volition. If not... well, nothing, but no reason to do it anyway and anger the woman who is responsible for keeping the Beauchamp paintings safe for so many years.

You will enter, from the elevator, a turn-of-the-century parlor, with a large poster of Henri Beauchamp on the left side of the opposite wall; on the right is a door.

Taking the time to read the poster is a fairly good idea, as it explains the very significance of Mr. Beauchamp. You see, he was a struggling surrealist in the 1920s, always making art to try to be free of all premeditation, and managed to do so. You see, after one night in a tiny, dingy one-story bar in Paris, he began to paint... patterns. First it was geometric patterns. Then complete fractals. Then images that would be in the newspaper the next day. Then next week. Then from fifty years ago. 100 in the future, 200 in the past...

Then, on his last night of life, he kidnapped three young girls from their homes at night, murdered them, and painted his finest masterpieces in reds and yellows with the blood and bile of virgins.

He committed suicide immediately after painting exactly 13 of these.

These are behind the door.
>> part 5 Anonymous
>>75714045

The first six, from the left, show, from left to right: the genesis of the universe, the only true visage of God as viewable to the eyes of man, the true image of Jesus Christ, the sprawling clouds of Heaven, every Pope from the first to faces not yet recognizable, and a portrait of Jesus' appearance in his Second Coming.

The other six, on the right, show, from right to left: the cataclysmic of the universe, the only true visage of Satan as viewable to the eyes of man, the true image of Judas, the sprawling flames of Hell, every human-embodied demon from the first to faces not yet recognizable, and a portrait of the Antichrist in his Second Coming.

Now, six and six makes twelve. But what of the thirteenth?

This thirteenth painting is turned around on its wall pin, the image facing the wall. The space around it is roped up at a very wide diameter, and under the flipped image is a sign, in three languages. The top is in the scriptures of the seraphim, the bottom in the runes of the highest demonic orders, and in the middle, in Roman letters.

DO NOT TOUCH

Now, like the kiss, I can't say this part with as much certainty, but all the same... I heard that, somehow, as he died, Beauchamp flayed his skin, his organs, his very soul, into some sort of collage. How he took his dead body and created such a horrific masterpiece, I could never say, nor would I ever dare to.

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

'Night, /b/.
>> part 5 Anonymous
I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
Licensplate said fresh and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo home to bel-air

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air
>> Anonymous
MORE CREEPY PASTA
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I love creepy pasta
>> Anonymous
>>75714218

Very nice - a good, imaginative story.
>> Anonymous
morrrrrrrrrrr
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
I deman at least 5 more.
>> Anonymous
>>75714469
SAUCE?!
>> Anonymous
http://www.editthis.info/scp_wiki/SCP-234
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
creepiest picture I possess
>> 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
>>75715973


* 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.
>> Anonymous
>>75716057


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

His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop shitting me.
He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.

Then a little girl’s voice spoke over the line: “WITNESS.” I hung up.

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.

Sleep tight, /b/. Nice knowing you guys, it’s been funjklm,.-

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>75716150

I shat bricks
>> Anonymous
I lold.

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20080526094520AAji4M2
>> Anonymous
What a total bullshit creepy pasasaTSSJKFDLNHK ,M

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>75716150

i fucking love that one
>> KAMM666 !040CoGHcS.
>>75708648
I like it tons but not my favorite. My favorite is one I've only seen once and it was mid dream.

I go to sleep. I start to dream. I dream of death, and murder. Im commiting the murder. Im killing my three brothers and four sisters. They scream and scream but I just smile and keep hacking them to pieces. I kill my father and mother in the same fashion. I drop the axe and go back to sleep. Suddenly I wake up from this dream with an axe at the side of my bed. Completely clean of any blood. I get up and check on my siblings and parents. They're all fine. Then I wake up again for real this time. Seriously, bad dreams.
>> Anonymous
>>75716356
oh jesus
>> KAMM666 !040CoGHcS.
>>75708974
This Is BULLSHIT! As are all of the series. Seriously, they sound more like etiqutte for hell. Make sure not to put your elbows on the table and ALWAYS eat the gouged out eyes BEFORE the brains or satan will anal rape you. REALLY! WHAT THE FUCK! Its a big list of shit you can do and you must keep doing thing 2 after thing 1 and thing 3 after thing 2 if thing 4 happens do thing 6 but never do thing 5 or your FUCKED.
>> Anonymous
>>75716586
What are you trywfdxz

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
i got scared in a few of these
>> Anonymous
shit, this is still alive
>> shadowice558
i will prolly scare the shit out of myself typing this...
>> Anonymous
>>75718017

haha, look at you, such an idJDFHFGK;'/

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>75709653

and the whole vilage died of suffication
>> Anonymous
lol you guys are retarshsjfhajha

WITNESS
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>75713756

>You'll be asked, in clear and perfect English

>Paris

I shat bricks.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>75709264
>it said 12:00
Duh, the power went out and microwave reset, I lol'd so hard at this fail
>> Anonymous
>>75709653

and the whole vilage died of suffication
>> Anonymous
>>75713655

look up Goddess Bunny on youtube
>> shadowice558
ringing... it's always there now.
it used to be just a faint occourance that would usually dissapear after a minute.
but not anymore. all day it has been there. all day.
it started when your friend told you a story this morning THIS story.
years ago tehre was a little girl. she was a nice well behaved little girl, but for some reason she was detested by her brother.
he mocked her and beat her every day.
she had grown to accept the beatings and insults.
but today was different. today he went to far.
she heard him coming up the stairs and shivered.
she heard him turn the corner and she began to cry.
the seen the door handle turn and she opened her mouth to scream.
but she couldn't all she could do was watch in horror as he entered her room.
he yelled at her and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her completly off the ground.
she could barly breathe but couldent move because of her fear, he punched her again and again... and when he was done he threw her into a wall...
as her head hit the floor the cap from the end of her ventolin went into her ear...
all she could hear in the last seconds of her death was ringing, loud and high pitched...
it only lasted seconds before she passed into the nether but to her it seemed like a day...
>> Anonymous
hey i see what ytou did there nghfbdsb witness
>> shadowice558
my friend told me this.
when i asked him why he told me this he replied "i can hear ringing, it's loud and high pitched and it wont go away. it started when i read this story last night."

my friend called me earlier.
i couldn't understand all of what he said but one thing i did understand was "please stop brother."
these were his last words, he started to say something else but was drowned out by a scream... a scream so tortured i would not wish the sound on anyone or thing, no matter what they/it has or had ever done... nothing could deserve to hear this torturous scream...
i called the police and told them what had happened, they said they would send someone out to check...

i decided to go and see if he was alright but nothing could prepare me for what i saw when i got there.
there were a dozen police cars and an ambulance...
there were to paramedics wheeling out a stretcher...
as they went passed the body bag rolled off the stretcher and tore open...
it was my friend, his ears were wide and coverexd in blood, a look of incredible terror on his face...
i asked an officer what happened to him, they said all they knew at this moment was that when they found him, his eardrums had been torn out...
they found a child's hand print on the wall next to his body...

ARGH!THERINGINGWONTGOAWAY!DEARGODPLEASEHELPPLEASE!IBEGOFYOUHELPME!
PLEASE STOP BROTHER!
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>> Anonymous
>This was how the infamous Black Dahlia murder was perpetrated.
>the infamous Black Dahlia murder was perpetrated
>infamous Black Dahlia muder
>The Black Dahlia Murder


REMOVAL OF THE EYES GIVES MY HEART A SUDDEN CHILL, I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will. How their greenish flecks befell me that starlit winter's night, how I lost all that I ever was while locked within their sight.

Before you sits a broken man with your fragile pinkish heart in hand. Peculiar how it can hurt so bad while love is only in the mind. I sew the gaping chestwound, each thread is made with love. The bosom where I would rest my face is covered in your blood.

No, this is not the end, you'll live on eternally. Oh, lord, it's not the end, my secret you'll forever be.

I interrupt this transformation, a familiar lust swelling in me- a long and soulfull kiss. The shades are drawn, the living world can't see the coil of entrails. How curious the smell so pungent to my eager nostrils, hands further compelled.

No, it's not the end, forever you'll be in my arms. I could never let you go, my darling cold and blue. I wonder, are you dreaming still spread eagle, blood removed. I weave the sucking trocar beneath your bruising skin. Tonight I'll lay beside you, darling, in necromantic sin.

Pinned to the bed sheets like a prized butterfly, you're mine. I hear your voice so precious echoing deeply inside. I did my best to love you while you did live and beathe. This tender taxidermy token of the bereaved.

I could never let you go, my darling cold and blue. I wonder, are you dreaming still spread eagle, blood removed. I weave the sucking trocar beneath your bruising skin. Tonight I'll lay beside you, darling, in necromantic sin
>> Anonymous
>>75705654

Black Dahlia murder occured January 15, 1947. There were no cell phones...
>> Anonymous
>>75722198
yeah, well fuck you
how about that?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>Watashi Kirei?
>> Anonymous
lol witness
>> Anonymous
>>75722757

hold on, lemme check
>> Anonymous
Something about the OP's picture really fucking creeps me out a lot more than the story!
>> Anonymous
>>75722757
I'd do to her pussy what her husband did to her mouth.
>> Anonymous
In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a medic in the German army had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment was a bloodbath. Those who survived claimed to have heard, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.
The medic had made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never had he been this short on supplies. No matter. He would do his duty. He had always prided himself on his resourcefulness.
The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.
The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that large patches of his skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.
>> Anonymous
Go into your bathroom late at night. Try lighting some candles in front of the mirror to form a pentagram. Get some lipstick or other marking substance that is red, and draw the pentagram, candles acting as vertices. Now pray your hardest to Satan that your soul will be destroyed, and no light will reach you for the rest of your life. A phrase will be spoken to you in a hellish voice that resembles hissing. A loud crash will be heard, DO NOT LOOK IN THE MIRROR. After the crash is finished, quietly count from one to twenty. Do not make any noises or sudden movements. Now say the name of somebody you dislike six times. A year from the summoning, they will die a horrible death, with a long object (pole, spear, etc.) impaled through the right side of the chest, where the heart would be if it was on the right side.

I suggest you don't touch a bible for a week after this.
>> Anonymous
...with myPENIS
>> Anonymous
>>75723843

>>I suggest you don't touch a bible for a week after this.

Oh don't worry...
>> 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.
>> Anonymous
At first I was :|

But then I :(

And then I :D

And then I

WITNESS
>> shadowice558
ringing... it's always there now.
it used to be just a faint occourance that would usually dissapear after a minute.
but not anymore. all day it has been there. all day.
it started when your friend told you a story this morning THIS story.
years ago tehre was a little girl. she was a nice well behaved little girl, but for some reason she was detested by her brother.
he mocked her and beat her every day.
she had grown to accept the beatings and insults.
but today was different. today he went to far.
she heard him coming up the stairs and shivered.
she heard him turn the corner and she began to cry.
the seen the door handle turn and she opened her mouth to scream.
but she couldn't all she could do was watch in horror as he entered her room.
he yelled at her and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her completly off the ground.
she could barly breathe but couldent move because of her fear, he punched her again and again... and when he was done he threw her into a wall...
as her head hit the floor the cap from the end of her ventolin went into her ear...
all she could hear in the last seconds of her death was ringing, loud and high pitched...
it only lasted seconds before she passed into the nether but to her it seemed like a day...
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
I fapped to this thread, and almost came when i heard a noise from behind my back. i didnt care but it got louder and someone started to whisper in my ear "I will cut u up u bitch" i said oh yes yees give it to me bitch then i turned around and saw OP's pic behind me. and i came. i came as ive never cum before on her face. and then she turned into a black Fat man dressed in a green fairy outfit with something on his face more than my jizz, it looked good and then i heard something vibrate from his ass. i though kk cool. i went out too my kitchen wich was daark reaaaly dark i bent over and open the refridgerator to get a ice cream.!! Then i noticed the REAL TERROR, THAT NIGGA STOLE MY ICE CREAM.
>> Anonymous
>impaled through the right side of the chest, where the heart would be if it was on the right side.

wait... wat? So?
>> Anonymous
>>75723790

This one is amazing. Though I don't quite understand why the soldiers died at the end. Was it psychological trauma?

Also, why didn't the medic just use flesh of dead bodies instead of his fucking own? Or was he all out of corpses?
>> Anonymous
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John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.
>> Anonymous
>>75724558

Oh fuck.
>> Anonymous
>>75725322
Cause.. uhh... UR DUM LOL
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Resident Evil 5: Repurcussions of evil
Chris Redfield waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were niggers in the base. He didn’t see them, but he had expected them for years. His warnings to Albert Wesker were not listened to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway. Chris was a member of S.T.A.R.S. for several years. When he was young he watched the the highly trained commando and he said to dad “I want to be on the S.T.A.R.S. daddy.”
Dad said “No! You will BE KILL BY ZOMBIE NIGGERS!”
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in Africa, base of the blacks he knew there were niggers.
“This is Jill” the radio crackered. “You must fight the niggers!”
So Chris gotted his pistol and blew up the wall.
“OH SHIZZLE HE GOIN’ TO KILL US BROTHA!” said the niggers.
“I will pop this foo’” said the cyberniger and he fired the rocket missiles. Chris shot at him and tried to blew him up. But then ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
“No! I must kill the niggers” he shouted
The radio said “No, Chris. You are the niggers”
And then Chris was a zombie.
>> Anonymous
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Clever clever mexicans
>> Anonymous
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I always thought that they had killed themselves.
>> Anonymous
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i shat bricks. Big time
>> Finding Emo
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No. He will BE TURN INTO NIGGERS!
>> Anonymous
>>75725333
thats a fucking awesome song
>> Romulan Emperor
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Ryuk
>> Anonymous
>>75716150
sounds like she's using a knife like weapon of some description. i have over 9000 swords in my room.

dont worry anon, i'll save yo-ARRRGH

WITNESS
>> Romulan Emperor
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It's a loli. pin her down and have your way when she comes for you
>> Anonymous
>>75704821

SO BAD.
>> Romulan Emperor
>>75713655
Oh god! i had to take a cold shower after watching that
>> Anonymous
/r/ creepypasta about the guys who go on a camping trip, hear a noise, find a house in the woods, and then there are dolls in the river...

it goes something like that, anyway.
>> Anonymous
>>75713655

GODESS BUNNY!!!
>> Anonymous
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.
>> ­
Anybody have the one where the friends go camping and they find a cabin, see barbie doll parts, and a bunch of other creepy shit happens? It's a long one, but it's by far the best.
>> Anonymous
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Oooh! Sounds like a good one. I'll go look for it.
>> Anonymous
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If you stand alone at the corner of Church St. and Market St. in Charleston, South Carolina at 3 AM, you see a man coming down Church St. wearing a black hat and black cape with stringy white hair and weathered skin. He'll stop at one of the over 9000 corners directly across from where you are standing and start to walk the corner directly opposite from where he is standing. When he reaches about halfway (dead center of the intersection) and nobody else has arrived, he'll stop, turn, and look directly at you.
If you do not blink for roughly 20-30 seconds he'll tip his hat to you and walk along his way, disappearing into the dark shadows of the trees that line the streets. Nobody knows what happens if you follow him.
If you do blink before he tips his hat, the very first thing you will see is the man standing directly in front of you. He'll grin maliciously at you and draw a blade hidden in the shaft of the cane and slash you across your throat, but you will not feel a thing. You will, however, pass out and remain in a comatose state until the sun rises over the horizon.
For the next six nights, you will have a recurring dream of the man walking down the street, appearing suddenly before you, and slashing your throat. On the seventh night, the events will replay the same up until he stops in the middle of the intersection. At this point, he'll say, "It's been fun playing with you, boy, but now it's time for you to go. Don't ever let me see you again." He'll then tip his hat and walk away before you wake up.
Nobody knows what happens if you visit the corner a second time.
>> Anonymous
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Oh god... she kilasdwe`q

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>> Anonymous
>>75728152
Haha, oh wow, I luewfeds

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>> Anonymous
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More interesting than creepy, a good read.
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fucking found it, will be posting
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I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so scared and I can't trust anyone.

I went camping about three weekends ago in the Coconino national forest. Me and three friends - Jed, Alex and Brian. For the camping trip we planned to go backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish and animals that could trap. We have been doing this for awhile in Arizona and in numerous places, Utah, Colorado (if anyone is familiar with the Spanish peaks there), New Mexico, so we're pretty much used to anything you'd encounter out there.

It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Oak Creek. So we drove up there, parked our car in a camping park spot, and started walking off into the forest. We had some laughs along the way, everyone caught up with each other's lives. We walked until it started to get dark and set up camp where we stopped. Everyone gathered wood to make a fire and we set our tent up. And we did what we always do: try and scare each other with weird stories.
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Around this time we started to smell something very faint. It was noticeable, but not overbearing. We couldn't put our finger on what it was, so we just carried on. Jed had to go piss and he walked off in the forest. A second later he come running back, piss all down his jeans like he'd missed really bad. Immediately we all crack up and throw some jokes at him. Then we noticed that he was white as snow and trying to catch his breath. He started screaming for us to follow him, and ran off.

We all got serious and followed him, not knowing what the problem was. We started to hear a faint screaming and crying in the distance, in the direction we were running. It was pitch black away from the camp and Jed had the only flash light (we left ours at the camp, he had his from his trip taking a piss), so at this stage we didn't have much choice but to follow the light, which was frantically pointing here and there in front of him.

The scream got closer and Jed started to slow down. We then noticed a ratty old cabin that looked like it was abandoned, except for a faint light that we could see from one of the old mildew covered windows. The crying was intense: whoever it was couldn't breathe enough to let out a full yell. We all followed Jed up to the front door and we could all hear the crying from inside. As soon as he knocked on the door it stopped.
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We all waited and heard really heavy footsteps walking fast to the door. There was a giant slam against the door and the sound of a bolt unlocking. Then nothing. We waited for a bit, knocked a few more times, but still nothing happened. We walked around the house (there was no fucking way any of us were leaving each other's side) and noticed a window, which was a good way up. Alex took a deep breath and asked us to give her a boost so she could see inside. Me and Jed lifted her up to the window. We watched her brush away dirt and webs from the window and place her face close to the window to try and see something.

There was a quick beat. Then suddenly she breathed in fast and let out a loud scream. Then she fell back from the window, screaming bloody murder the whole way. We all tried to calm her down but she was hysterical. We went to her but she started to shake, punch, kick, you name it, and then took off towards the camp.

None of us wanted to be separated so we all ran close behind her. We caught up to her, grabbed her and sat her down. The fire was dying out so I grabbed some nearby wood that we'd collected added it to the fire. My hands were shaking and I had to do something. I went back to Alex and we all tried to calm her down. She wouldn't; she kept screaming and was breathing so hard that eventually, she fainted.

All of us were terrified now, and we all kept the fire high until sunrise. Periodically Alex kept waking up, screaming just like before. By sunrise she was up and looked catatonic, just mumbling to herself and whimpering.
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Me and Jed decided to go look at the cabin now that it was daylight. We searched where we thought it was, except there was nothing there. Nothing at all. The indistinct smell from last night had now grown into a very strong smell of something dead, something stale. We headed back to the camping site. When we got there we found Alex had chewed into the sides of her face and swallowed so much blood that she was throwing up. Brian was at her back, and he looked like he was about to die from exhaustion. I guess we all looked that way, I just didn't notice until I saw his face. Alex said quietly that we needed to leave. Now.

We all started to pack up the tent. It started to rain really heavily (it was about noon already) and the sky started to grow really dark. Alex started to go into a panic. She went and grabbed a big stick and yelled at us to leave it and leave, now, or she'd knock us out and drag us out of there herself. Jed started to yell at her, and they started to fight. We broke it up and finished packing, and then started to make our way back. After a little while we arrived at the creek again, only now it was flooded over, and the water was moving way too fast for us to cross it. Alex started to scream again, yelling at Jed for taking his time packing up the tent when we could have gotten out of there. This went on for a while until we finally convinced Alex to calm down and tell us what happened.
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She said as soon as she put her face to the glass, a face on the other side did the same thing, and started to smile really big. It had dark eyes and a dark mouth which was much bigger then Alex's, as the smile got as large as it could. A giant shadow behind it swung something down and sliced it's face off. The face was stuck to the window, and she said it started to laugh quietly as it slid down. Jed, still pissed off (and though he wouldn't admit it, beginning to get freaked out), started to argue with her again. We eventually started to follow the creek for a way to cross.

We then began to see toys floating in the creek. Really old toys, old Barbie dolls and baby dolls- this wasn't like any old trash floating in the creek, though… this was a lot of barbies, a lot of baby dolls. One washed towards the side and Jed picked it up. It had some kind of voice chip that was dying and started to say some gurgling words we couldn't understand, followed by it's sad excuse for laughter. Then it sounded like it was whispering. We thought the batteries must be dying; he threw it down.

We kept going, and the sun was starting to set already. Alex was freaking out more now, and was whimpering and breathing heavily. We all started to see shadows move behind trees, something we all called BS on until we all were seeing it. It was barely light out and we stopped when we saw the cabin right in front of us. None of us knew what to think. Jed said, "This is bull, I'm going in there." Alex tried to stop him. We all did, all of us just wanted to go home. Jed told all of us to fuck off, do our own thing, he didn't care anymore, this was all bull.
>> ­
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We start to hear hundreds of the same sort of baby doll sounds as before, laughing, whispering and trying to sing. We started to move forward past the cabin, all of us, and kept pushing forward. We smelled something dead in the air, something stale. The same something as before. We started to hear something crying, and something screaming. We kept on going. We eventually crossed the creek and left the woods. We got back to our vehicle and got in. It was pitch black, and we drove like hell. We were about to get on the 17 to Phoenix but the road was under construction and couldn't be accessed. It pointed to a detour. As we headed towards the detour it seemed to be a small, bumpy dirt road going back into the woods.

We then saw a girl come up to the vehicle. She looked like she was in trouble; young and pretty. She approached the passenger side door and she looked like she was really drugged up, or beaten up. Alex didn't roll down the windows, nor did she open the door. The girl reached for the handle and Alex immediately locked it. The girl put her face on the window and started to smile really big. We floored it, Alex started to cry and scream and we are all breathing heavily. We finally cut onto a street that took us to the 17 and we were gone. When we got back to my apartment, nobody knew what to say. We all broke apart and went our separate ways.
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Jed messaged me later and said he was going to go back. I tried to convince him not to, but all he did was say it was our own minds that were screwing with us. I think he just went to prove to himself he wasn't scared. I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don't go out anymore, I just stay in and don't answer the door. Last week everyone I met was acting really strange, people that I knew for a long time and total strangers. My own dad- when I went to my parents' place to eat supper with him- he just watched me, strangely, when I was sitting down. He didn't say a word the whole time. I kept asking him "What's wrong?" He just slowly shook his head.

When I was leaving to go home I turned to wave. He had black eyes and an open mouth like he was in pain. When I started to walk back he shut the door and bolted it. I stayed there, knocking and knocking. Nothing. I called him, his phone was disconnected. I even called the police. Halfway through the questions they were asking me, the connection started to fade into static. I could hear a faint mumbling, singing and laughing.

Jed has completely vanished. There is not even a record of him being alive. When I call Alex's house they talk to me like I'm some salesman. They say they don't know any Alex and to please stop calling. The person who tells me this is Alex's own father. I can't get ahold of Brian. Someone knocked on my door today and when I went to look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile starting to form.
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I called the cops again and instead of it turning into static they got really strange. "Miss, are you affected by any drugs at the moment?" "No." "Are you coming home anytime soon?" "Excuse me?" "Come home." and the phone call cut off. My mail slot swings every now and then. Someone is sliding pieces of baby dolls through it. I try to call people now, and all I can hear is static and bad baby doll noises and this crying and screaming. My TV is busted but when I go to piss I can hear it on, but all I hear is heavy breathing. I might be going insane.

Whoever lives above me started to scream in pain and crying deeply recently. I hear giant footsteps from their apartment, I hear bangs and something falling to the ground. From the neighbors to the right of my apartment I hear what sounds like a baby that never gets tended to, and then it sounds like a baby doll whose batteries are dying. My phone has been ringing for hours and it's Alex, telling me things in a language that I have never heard before, nor could even manage to repeat. I kept getting emails of pictures of black and small colorations, now I can't even access my email. Someone knocks on the door, then they slam against it. I hear the bolts unlocking one by one and I run to make sure to lock all of them back and sit down crying.
>> ­
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What do I do? My electricity keeps dimming. My water, sinks, bath, shower, they all smell like something dead. I keep seeing a shadow of someone behind me raising something up in the air, and I just take off to the other side of the apartment with my head against the wall. I have boarded my windows shut, someone was throwing rocks through them. I never could see who. I have boarded my bedroom in, I hear crying and screaming in there now. And right now while I'm typing this I can see the reflection off the computer screen of a shadow behind me.
>> ­
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That's all folks, enjoy
>> Anonymous !uz8u2XmvbY
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>> Anonymous
>>75722757

Is that supposed to be her?
Shit, that's nothing. I still wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers.
>> Anonymous
>>75705654
Black Dahlia happened In Like... 1954

Cellular Phone ?
>> Anonymous
>>75722757

i just noticed, i really like this post number.
>> Anonymous
there are 3 of these that are great
>> Anonymous
>>75708974
Ughhh... I had speakers all the way up and Queen's "Invisible Man" started playing the second I finished the story. Fucking Winamp and it being on Shuffle.
>> Anonymous
>>75729653

OMG PALLINDROME
>> Anonymous
>>75729307
lol, you needed to put it sum WITNESS

lol I'm afraid of the darkness now
>> ­
>>75729653
holy shit
>> Anonymous
>>75730115
Me too :(
>> Anonymous
hey /b/ what's with the overabundance of "over 9000" what is that being filtered from?
>> ­
>>75730332
"t­wo" wordfilters to "over 9000"
>> Anonymous
>>75730332
2 or t­wo

lol bypassing wordfionfpaiysad

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>> Anonymous
over 9000 or 2? lulz
>> Anonymous
>>75729653
POMADE
POMADE
POMADE!
>> Anonymous
>>75730480
WITNESS is now a meme

Also I'm being canceapriuageduoa

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>> Anonymous
>>75729368
Thank you! That one is my favorite :3
>> Anonymous
>>75724558
Over 9000 year-old son, eh?
>> Anonymous
>>75730605
lololol I'm forcing a meaielfgaoudva

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>> Anonymous
>>75705654

I'm detecting a plot hole in this copypasta. It has something to do with the fact that the Black Dahlia murder happened in the 40s, and there were no cell phones.
>> Anonymous
>>75729425

Is there a link between that creepy pasta and silent hill 4? If there is, I've just discovered an awesome game.
>> Anonymous
>>75706237
LMAO
>> Anonymous
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pKhg3HgCOf0&feature=related


late dalivery
>> Anonymous
>>75731045
yeah it's a pretty good but hard game.
>> Anonymous
>>75729307
Christ fuck on a dick now I can't sleep.