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Anonymous
Hey /b/
I'm wide awake, bored as fuck, and home alone.
Let's start up a creepy thread.
Hit me with your best
>> Anonymous
BOO
>> Anonymous
a pig. in a cage. on antibiotics.
>> Anonymous
http://live.yahoo.com/MeanBlackDude
>> Anonymous
>>79660106
Shit, that got me
>> Anonymous
lets fart in eachothers butts
>> Anonymous
go to /X/ you newfag.
>> Anonymous
your an amerifag right?
>> Anonymous
I haven't heard a new BEK story in years...great stuff btw
>> Anonymous
>>79660487
/x/ is actually really lame tonight
>> 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
>>79661197
I got scared.
>> 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 ANGEL STATUE were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the ANGEL STATUE. 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 ANGEL STATUE 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 CHILDREN 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 ANGEL STATUE and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have an CHILDREN."

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No CHILDREN was ever found.
>> Anonymous
There's another version where it's a clown statue that's in the kid's room. Pretty fucking creepy.
>> Anonymous
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No story, but this is pretty damn creepy
>> Anonymous
PLEASE DON'T TURN. HE'S BEHIND YOU.
>> Anonymous
dont open the fucking curtains.
>> Anonymous
>>79661708
fuck you
>> Anonymous
BUT WHO WAS PHONE?!?!?!
>> Anonymous
>>BUT WHO WAS PHONE?!?!?!

i lol'd

i don't know why
>> Anonymous
Every time I turn my lights off at night before I go to bed. I can never look at the windows.
You can only see your reflection if its perfectly dark outside.
Im always worried that maybe one day while looking at my reflection,
I wont be the only one watching me.
>> Anonymous
When you're alone, on the computer, blink as fast as you can while staring into a white area on the screen. This will match your vision with the refresh rate of time. People have reported seeing into another dimension, either seeing paradise or destruction. BE SURE YOU ARE NOT SEEN. People reporting seeing others in the dimension died within the week. Be careful, and do NOT be seen.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
DESU
>> Anonymous
WHEN IM IN THE SHOWER...IM AFRAID TO WASH MY HAIR!
>> Anonymous
>>79660106

SHIT!! Don't do that again! You scared me!
>> Anonymous
>>79662421
GAH! GETS ME EVERY TIME!
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>79662397

did you seriously just pull that out of your ass
>> Anonymous
>>79662327
lazy creepypasta is lazy
but yeah. That moment when you turn off the lights and your windowns turn from mirrors to eyes into the darkness. I always feel a little uneasy too. Just instictively.
>> Anonymous
I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE..SOMEBODY'S WATCHING ME..
>> Anonymous
/r/ing clown version of angel statue story.
>> Anonymous
children angel statue
>> Anonymous
more stories!
>> Anonymous
>>79663049
http://www.snopes.com/horrors/madmen/statue.asp
>> Anonymous
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over 9000 Vampires and Pyramid Head walk into a bar and sit down.

The bartender comes over and ask them what they want to drink.

1st Vampire: Give me a shot of blood
2nd Vampire: I want a double shot
Pyramid Head: All I want is a cup of hot water

So the bartender goes and gets the drinks and comes back. He hands them the drinks, but looks kind of confused.

The bartender asked Pyramid Head "Why didn't you order any blood?" Pyramid Head pulls out a tampon and replies "I'm making tea".

There were no survivors.
>> Anonymous
when i was a kid i had an older cousin who said bloody mary in the bathroom mirror in the dark and woke up with scars on his back, but he was always the crazy stupid mother fucker that would probally scratch his own back just to scare us
>> Anonymous
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-847 is kept inside a locked room reinforced with vanadium steel and concrete. In addition, SCP-847 must be kept chained up to at least four of the twelve electrically live hardpoints in the room at all times. These hardpoints are connected to relay of backup generators that will activate in case of a power failure. Should these generators fail or the chains become disconnected from the live hardpoints, Protocol SCP-847/E2 is to be enacted immediately and to remain active until SCP-847 can be properly resecured. This is to be escalated to Level E6 if the containment room is breached.

All personnel posted to SCP-847 must be armed with Containment Device 2-9, a shock baton with internal charge of 30,000 volts. No female personnel are permitted within a one hundred meter radius of SCP-847. Any female personnel found within this radius are to be incapacitated and removed from the area immediately.

Description: SCP-847 resembles a human female mannequin; researchers have been unable to determine if the missing pieces are due to injury, degradation or attack. SCP-847 is normally passive and docile unless it is in close proximity to a human female; experimentation has determined the radius of this effect to operate at around 50 to 100 meters. SCP-847 will animate under these circumstances and will make every attempt to reach the human female, exhibiting unnatural strength, immense destructive activity and total single-mindedness (see Archive file SCP-847/32198 for previously documented escape attempt). SCP-847's only known vulnerability is high-capacity electricity; judicious application of electricity will render SCP-847 temporarily docile.
>> Anonymous
>>79663508
What the shit? l2scare.
>> Anonymous
>>79663508
/r/ing the rest of this containment pasta
>> 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). Before she went to watch TV, she decided to check on the kids again.

She called the parents to tell them that everything was okay and that she was going to watch TV. The father agreed, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the clown statue inside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, 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 don't have an angel statue.

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No clown statue was ever found.
>> Anonymous
lets have some stories OTHER than the lame ass clown/angel story, newfags
>> Anonymous
>>79663941
>clown statue
>We don't have an angel statue.
>> Anonymous
BUT WHO WAS CLOWN?!?!?!
>> Anonymous
is it a clown or an angel? make up your mind nig nig
>> 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
>>79664535

Moar good creepypasta like this.
>> Anonymous
/x/ is that way --------->
>> Anonymous
no daddy dont hit me again i will be a good girl dont hit me OW why do u have to be such a bitch why dont u just fuck up and DIE FUCK UP AND DIE never stick ur dick in front of me again bitch fuck u i dont need ur cock u stupid asain dick bastard here comes daddy a strap on!
>> Anonymous
>>79664535

Damn you. 2am at night alone in the dark house. It can't get any worse than this.
>> 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
>>79664991
That was too much, I'm not sleeping tonite
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
MOAR MOAR MOAR!
>> Anonymous
>>79664535

You asshole.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
newfag overload, none of this shit is scary.
>> Anonymous
Yeah this really tingles myPENIS.

Need moar.
>> Anonymous
Don't look up at the ceiling.

It's staring down at you and you have no chance to make it to the door.
>> Anonymous
Hope the hotel story does it for you OP ;)
>> Anonymous
DESU
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>79666072
It did. As soon as I got done reading it something fell in the kitchen downstairs and I shat bricks. I really hope it was my cat...
>> Anonymous
On an isolated road, around midnight, in upstate NY, a man and his girlfriend are driving. Suddenly a car approaches them from behind. "Pull over!" he says. The man shrugs and turns in a dirt road. He gets out and talks to the man. "What is it, babe?" the girlfriend asks, but she gets no answer. She shrugged and continued to browse through the different radio stations. Then she heard a crash "Babe?" she said hesitantly. She ran out of the car and saw her boyfriend's head bouncing back and forth on the radio antennae. The back lights were smashed in. Screaming, she goes to get her cell phone out of the car. As soon as she opens the car door she hears, "No use. . . No one will answer you
>> Anonymous
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newfags won't get this
>> Anonymous
We need more of everything. Creepypastas, mindfucks, anything to make bricks be shat.

GO GO GO
>> Anonymous
>>79666311
.. because you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air.

You suck. Don't post again if you're going to suck that badly.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>79666311

That was ghey.
>> Anonymous
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ENTER
>> Anonymous
>>79666594
I lol'd...in a creepy thread. Thats sad. Need moar creepy
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>79666521
Greatest Anime evar
>> Anonymous
>>79666311

what the fuck is this shit?
>> Anonymous
>>79666901
A shitty attempt at scaring people.
>> Anonymous
Post something fucking scary. omg.
>> Anonymous
>>79664535
>>79661197

Good ones so far

moar
>> Anonymous
Where's the scary?
>> Anonymous
BUT... WHO WAS JESUS CHRIST ON A STICK!?
>> Anonymous
bumping.
>> Anonymous
There is a chance that while on a railway journey across country you will pass a
darkened station, the platform will look as if it has been deserted for years. The
train will have to slow down due to the condition of the tracks but it will not
stop. There are some conductors who will go much faster than they should just to
get past the station causing the train to feel as if it will shake apart.

If you ask one of the personnel on the train about the station they will tell you
not to worry about it and to go back to your seat. If you ask a second time you and
all your things will be unceremoniously dumped at the next station whether it is
your destination or not. There you can wait for as much as a day for another train
to come by.

There have been a few curious folks who have made the five mile long walk down along
side the tracks to see this abandoned station for themselves. No one knows what
happens what happens when they get there. Some are never seen or heard from again
and others jump onto the tracks in the path of the next oncoming train.

The only thing of any interest ever to happen along those tracks was back in the
early 1900’s when a train headed west derailed near that abandoned station killing
sixty one people on board and injuring others. The incident was blamed on Conductor
error and on the fact the rails were misaligned due to shifting of the ground after
a heavy rain storm.

There is no known connection between the derailment over one hundred years ago and
the events that surround the area today.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
My cousin and his wife lived in Sydney with this huge doberman in a little apartment off Maroubra Road. One night they went out for dinner and a spot of clubbing. By the time they got home it was late and my cousin was more than a little drunk. They got in the door and were greeted by the dog choking to death in the loungeroom.

My cousin just fainted, but his wife rang the veterinarian, who was an old family friend of hers, and got her to agree to meet her at the surgery. The wife drives over and drops off the dog, but decides that she'd better go home and get her hubby into bed.

She gets home and finally slaps my cousin into consciousness, but he's still drunk. It takes her almost half an hour to get him up the stairs, and then the phone rings. She's tempted to just leave it, but she decides that it must be important or they wouldn't be ringing that late at night. As soon as she picks up the phone, she hears the vet's voice screaming out:

"Thank God I got you in time! Leave the house! Now! No time to explain!" Then the vet hangs up.

Because she's such an old family friend, the wife trusts her, and so she starts getting the hubby down the stairs and out of the house. By the time they've made it all the way out, the police are outside. They rush up the front stairs past the couple and into the house, but my cousin's wife still doesn't have a clue what's going on.

The vet shows up and says, "Have they got him? Have they got him?"

"Have they got who?" says the wife, starting to get really pissed off.

"Well, I found out what the dog was choking on – it was a human finger."

Just then the police drag out a dirty, stubbly man who is bleeding profusely from one hand. "Hey sarge," one of them yells. "We found him in the bedroom."
>> Anonymous
>>79667790
fail.
>> Anonymous
>>79667675

Fail.
do not post again. :)
>> Anonymous
Moer
>> 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 woven fucking bacon was ever found, sadly.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
Only good ones are the fucking angel/clown one and the hotel one
>> Anonymous
DESU
>> Anonymous
>>79667790

fail

but i live right next to maroubra road so it was mildly interesting
>> Anonymous
come on /b/

you are nao failing me.

POST SOME FKN SCARY STUFFS!
>> Anonymous
>>79668026
Ok, I was the only one posting the pastas, now I'll let it die
>> Anonymous
>>79666521
ROFLMAO! hu wud win?!
>> Anonymous
>>79660461

phenomenal idea
>> Anonymous
One time I farted but it didn't smell. Dun Dun Duuun
>> Anonymous
MOAR SCARYS NAO!
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>79668649
>>79668649
>>79668649
>>79668649
>>79668649
>>79668649
>>79668649
>> Anonymous
>>79667790
The fail is strong in this one.


for fucks sake /b/ let's get some creepy shit in here kthx
>> Anonymous
Where's the fucking creepy tonight?
>> Anonymous
FULL OF FAIL.
create win.
NAO!!! >:O
>> Anonymous
The clown and hotel stories were the only good ones. Maybe tomorrow will be better for creepy shit because anon failed hard tonight
>> Anonymous
foad
>> Anonymous
/r/ picture of nigger posing with scary deformed statue in the background
>> 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...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(cont'd)
>> Anonymous
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Delivered
>> Anonymous
>>79669320

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.

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 fuy5
WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>79669390
You're right. over 9000 niggers is definitly creepy
>> Anonymous
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A coal miner by the name of Luis Sepulveda saw another strange creature. On November 28 of last year, at approximately 3:30 AM, Mr. Sepulveda and his co-workers were preparing their tools and mining equipment before going to a mining facility known as 'La Banda,' located at about 40 meters from the Loa River.

"Since there were no bathrooms available because we hadn't set up our camp site yet, I had to go to the woods to urinate behind the trees. I walked about 15 meters into the woods. The area was not completely dark; there seemed to be a little bit of moonlight. Suddenly, at about 3 meters away from me, out of the corner of my eye, I saw what appeared to be a small tree moving from side to side, as if the wind was hitting it. But then, I realized that there was no wind at all; therefore that tree shouldn't have been moving. I decided to turn around to take a better look at it, but what I saw was so eerie and bizarre that I think I will never forget it. It was no tree at all. It was a dark hairy creature mimicking a tree, with its arms wide open and moving its upper body from side to side just like trees do," said Sepulveda.

src:
http://www.ufoplaza.nl/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=381
>> Anonymous
>>79661197

Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink. Good luck.
>> Anonymous
>>79669390


o LAWDY!

yous kno wat dey be sayin bout long necks
>> Anonymous
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>>79669320
>>79669399
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Anybody got the story behind this pic? Gave my bosses wife nightmares when I showed her. Freaks me out, but I gotta know wtf it is!
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Oh shi-
>> Anonymous
>>79669842
It's a scene from a film called "Begotten" and it is a pretty interesting film, to say the least. Check it out sometime.
>> Anonymous
/r/ WAKE UP pasta
>> Anonymous
DESU
>> 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 man whose skin was completely white. He 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 his ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for hisPENIS, which was red."
>> Anonymous
>>79669842
i tried to deepthroat that bitch.
end of story.
>> Anonymous
>>79670210
oh wow. youre so hardcore. I wish i were as awesome as you.
>> Anonymous
http://www.ghosts.org/stories/tales/evil-kids.html

Old, but brix will be shat
>> Anonymous
>>79669390
lol nigger
>> Anonymous
>>79670027
I lol'd. Hard.
>> Anonymous
>>79669842
From the movie "Begotten". It's a dying god, mutilating itself. After it dies, it gives birth to a Woman (virgin Mary), who then performs oral sex on the corpse of the god, getting semen on her hands. She then fingers herself, getting the semen inside of her.

And then the movie goes on to some other stuffs.
>> Anonymous
Is this honestly the best you have, /b/? You didn't even break out the creepypasta about the little boy who just got a camera phone.
>> Anonymous
>>79665556

now, that's a creepy picture; and it wasn't even in the creepy thread
>> Anonymous
Every child fears under their bed. If they don't, they fear the closet, or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door.

Scientists know that children are more perceptive, they see things adults don't. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. They see what is truly there.

They see the monsters.

If you were to borrow a child's eyes and see through them for a night, you would go insane. To be able to see what you only dimly remember, burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas, hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back...would drive an adult crazy. Because Adults forget the rules.
>> Anonymous
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>>79671310
>> Anonymous
>>79671487
1)Cover yourself. If you can't see it, it can't see you. Even if it makes it harder to breathe.

2) Don't make a noise. Every whimper can lead to destruction.

3) Don't move. It attracts their attention.

4) Only light can make them go away. Bright light. Flashlights make it worse.

Teens are caught in the middle. They still feel what's there, but they cannot see... and they forget the rules....

Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers, subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep -them- away? .....

It's not. Now look behind you with a child's eyes and try not to scream.
>> 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
>>79671497
Jesus fucking christ.
>> Anonymous
If stories aren't good enough for you, try this.

Go to the nearest mirror, preferably a bathroom.
Turn off the light. Make sure you are able to see yourself.
Now, close your eyes and repeat 6 times "Bloody Mary".
Open your eyes.
???
PROFIT
>> Anonymous
....I don't know what to do anymore. I’m so scared and I can't trust anyone.


I went camping about 3 weekends ago in the Huntsville national forest in Texas. Me and 3 friends that came home for the weekend, they are all in college and usually we all get together at least once a year, old friends from high school. For the camping trip we planned to go backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish that we catch and animals that we can trap. We have been doing this for awhile in Texas and in numerous places, Arizona, 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.
>> Anonymous
>>79671996
It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Huntsville (more accurately it’s Huntsville/New Waverly). So we drive up there park our car in a camping park spot and start walking off into the forest. We had some laughs along the way, everyone catching 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 do what we always do: try and scare each other with weird stories.

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. Mike 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 starts screaming for us to follow him, and runs off.
>> Anonymous
>>79672069

We all get serious and go follow him, not knowing what the problem was. We start to hear a faint scream and crying in the distance, in the direction we were running. It was pitch black away from the camp and Mike 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 gets closer and Mike starts to slow down. We then notice 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 Mike up to the front door and we could all hear the crying from inside. As soon as he knocked on the door it stopped.
>> 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). Before she went to watch TV, she decided to check on the kids again.

She called the parents to tell them that everything was okay and that she was going to watch TV. The father agreed, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the nigger statue inside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, 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 don't have a nigger statue.

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No nigger statue was ever found.
>> Anonymous
>>79672124

None of us wanted to be separated so we all ran close behind him. We caught up to him and grabbed him and set him down. The fire was dying out so I grabbed some nearby wood that we 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 him down. He wouldn't he kept screaming and was breathing so hard that he eventually fainted.

All of us are terrified now, and we all kept the fire high until sunrise. Periodically Alex kept waking up, screaming just like before. By sunrise he was up and looked catatonic, just mumbling to himself and whimpering.
>> Anonymous
>>79670513
thats hot

i wanna see this movie now
>> Anonymous
>>79672259
Me and Mike decide to go look at the cabin now 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 his face and swallowed so much blood that he was throwing up. John was at his 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 need to leave. Now.

We all started to pack up the tent. It started to rain really heavily (it was about noon) and the sky started to grow really dark. Alex started to go into a panic. He went and grabbed a big stick and yelled at us to leave it and leave, now, or he‘d knock us out and drag us out of there himself. Mike started to yell at him, 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 a creek we had crossed the previous day, only it was flooded over, and the water was moving to fast for us to cross it. Alex started to scream again, yelling at Mike for taking his time packing up the tent when we could have gotten out of here. This went on for a while until we finally convinced Alex to calm down and tell us what happened.
>> Anonymous
>>79671945
Lol, when I did that the first time I shit bricks at my own reflection.

>>79671922
Wait, what?
>> Anonymous
>>79671945

Anyone tried this yet? never had the balls for it
>> Anonymous
>>79671996

Sweet. While I didn't write this, I remember when I first saw it the spelling was absolutely horrible so I took about half an hour to do my best to fix it up. Seeing the fixed up version now makes it feel worthwhile.

P.S. This will make you shit brix.
>> Anonymous
>>79672348
He said as soon as he put his 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 he said it started to laugh quietly as it slid down. Mike, still pissed off (and though he wouldn‘t admit it, beginning to get freaked out), started to argue with him again. We eventually started to follow the creek for a way to cross.

We then started 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 Mike 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.
>> Anonymous
>>79667790
Christ, someone told me that happened in the hoiuse down the street from me when I was six, I'm just now finding out it wasn't true.
>> Anonymous
>>79672536
We kept going, and the sun was starting to set. 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 stop as we see the cabin right in front of us. None of us knows what to think. Mike says “This is bull, I’m going in there.” Alex tries to stop him. We all do, all of us just wanted to go home. Mike says to all of us to fuck off, do our own thing, he doesn't care anymore, this is all bull.

We start to hear hundreds of the same sort baby doll as before, laughing, whispering and trying to sing. We start 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 get back to our vehicle and got in. Its pitch black, and we drive. We are about to get on the 45 to Houston but the road is under construction and can't be accessed. It points to a detour. As we head towards the detour it seems to be small, bumpy dirt road going into the woods.
>> Anonymous
>>79660022
I knew it was a gif. I decided to sit through it anyway.

I was still fucking scared.

Jesus...
>> Anonymous
>>79672663

We then see a young girl come up to us. She looks like she was in trouble, young and pretty. She approaches the passenger side door and she looks like she‘s really drugged up, or beaten up. Alex doesn't roll down the windows, nor does he open the door. She reaches for the handle and he immediately locks it. She puts her face on the window and starts to smile really big. We floor it, Alex starts to cry and scream and we are all breathing heavy. We finally cut on a street that takes us to the 45 and we take it the whole way. When we get back to my apartment everyone doesn't know what to say and we all break apart and go our separate ways.

Mike messages me later and says he is going to go back. I try to convince him not to and all he does is 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 his 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.
>> Anonymous !Ep8pui8Vw2
>>79671945
WOW HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS!!!
FUCK YOU WHO EVER POSTED THIS.
GOD DAMN
>> Anonymous
>>79672726
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.

Mike 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 that is Alex‘s mother. I can’t get ahold of John. Someone knocked on my door and when I went to look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile started to form.
>> Anonymous
>>79671922

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".


(I have more if you want it /b/)
>> Anonymous
/x/ motherfucker.
>> Anonymous
>>79672853
I called the cops again and instead of it turning into static they got really strange. “Sir, are you affected by any drugs at the moment?” “No.” “Are you coming home anytime soon?” “Excuse me?” “Come home.” and the phone call ended. 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. 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 neighbours to the right of my apartment I hear what sounds like a baby that never gets tended too and then it sounds like a baby doll whose batteries are dying. My phone has been ringing now 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.
>> Anonymous
>>79672942

What do I do? My electricity keeps dimming. My water, sinks, bath, shower, 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 some shadow behind me.
>> Anonymous
>>79672915
shut up already

this is a random board and we can post whatever the fuck we want

go back to bumping a desu thread faggot
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>79673010

Leave off full stop under 'me', gives implication that person typing it was killed while he was typing
>> Anonymous
>>79673266
Yeah, that's how it goes.
>> Anonymous
>>79666613
NO

NO FUCK YOU

THAT IS NOT REAL
>> Anonymous
>>79661591
Why so serious?
>> Anonymous
>>79673417

Welcome to ausfag-land.
>> Anonymous
>>79673074
I hate you.
>> Anonymous
>>79673074
I can't believe I fell for that. The first time I saw it I didn't fall for it so wtf.
>> Anonymous
>>79673074

Damn you, anon.
>> Anonymous
>>79673074

fuck you!

i almost shat myself
>> Anonymous
>>79673074
you are a faggot

i cant believe i fell for a gif

a fucking gif
>> Anonymous
>>79673010

Continue?
>> 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.
>> Anonymous
>>79673010
thats the end?

do not understand!
>> Anonymous
>>79674030
Nope. that's the end. sowwiez.
>> Anonymous
>>79674041
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
Right as I start to read this thread, my damn A/C starts acting up. It's never done that shit before.

Damn it, /b/. Damn it.
>> Anonymous
>>79672863

more plz
>> Anonymous
>>79674088
how can it be scary when it makes NO SENSE?
>> Anonymous
In almost every building, there is one corner, one small enclosure that no one ever looks at. It's the corner in the basement that has been blocked by a disused sofa for years; the thin space in the attic between the wall and the stacks and stacks of crates full of junk you never use, but could never throw away. The space that never sees the light of day, or any other kind of light at all. Where darkness does not merely dominate, but practically oozes out from around the edges of its prison.

No one knows quite how long a space must remain concealed for it to acquire this particular property, nor if there are any specific conditions that it must meet. But it is a far more common occurrence than you might think.
>> Anonymous
>>79673074
The first time I saw that I opened it in a new tab and forgot about it, so that almost the exact moment I switched over to it I saw the face.
>> Anonymous
>>79674425
Best be trollin nigga
>> Anonymous
>>79674450
Must have been rather thrilling.
>> Anonymous
>>79674425
>>79673266
Explanation.
>> Anonymous
>>79672863

moar as requested:

In Central Australia, there is an unremarkable service station along a straight and barren stretch of road. If you walk straight in and ask for the key, you will be given an unremarkable key attached to an unremarkable piece of wood. The key will unlock a door at the service station, leading to an impossibly long stepped corridor, dimly lit from an unseen source. If you follow these stairs, you will begin to hear hungry cries of birds of prey that grow louder as you descend. After an amount of time, the light will vanish, leaving you in the dark, and a rasping voice will ask for your desires. For each desire, you will experience all the sensations, unforgettable, branded into your memory, of bodily mutilation, of being torn asunder by impossible strength, of having an arm slowly flayed, each nerve individually pulled from your flesh. You may speak as many desires as your sanity can take. Then you must turn and return up the steps and never look back. Return the key and go about your life. Your desires will be granted, but you will always have to live with the memories given to you in that dark place.
>> Anonymous
>>79674432
In newer buildings, when this happens, the residents often report feeling cold when passing by, even in attics during the hottest of summers. Whenever contemplating taking a quick peek to see if there is anything actually there, an unnatural dread seizes them, and they leave the room quickly, if not quite running. Once left behind, the feeling passes, and it is quickly forgotten, or laughed off.

What actually happens in these forgotten sanctuaries of the dark? It is impossible to tell. For while many such corners have been exposed to reveal absolutely nothing, some brave souls have lost their sanity through nothing more than an ill-timed glance. The safest thing to do when encountered with such a phenomenon; close your eyes, rip away the area's covering in a single motion, then keep a tight hold on what you've pulled away. No matter what you hear or feel, do not get up, do not look around, and do not try to cover your ears. You might be one of the lucky ones.
>> Anonymous
>>79674088
That must mean that it's a recent post, and the OP has yet to die :O
>> Anonymous
>>79674617

The formidable squirrel eyed young Jeffrey like a mad surgeon about to perform a vivisection. It was absurd enough finding himself bound and gagged, waking to this titanic, surreal creature standing over him, but was it really brandishing that ten-inch hunting knife, too–the very one his father had promised to get him for his twelfth birthday if he managed to stay out of trouble? And did it really just lick its lips, like he himself had unconsciously done countless times over unsuspecting woodland creatures in the fields around his Wisconsin home? This had to be a nightmare. That beating he took from Pops last night must have concussed his brain.

Nope, that’s real pain–and blood!

The unbelievably dexterous rodent proceeded to open little Jeffrey like a miniature cereal box: one cut from trachea to genitals and over 9000 more crosswise, one above the pectorals, one below the belly button. But not deep enough to kill. The furry surgeon then slowly peeled back Jeffrey’s tight young skin and scooped out his entrails, tossing them like a salad. Jeffrey finally left this world when the vengeful squirrel donned his mad-butcher’s cap and completely removed and chopped up his large and small intestines–and various other viscera–like so much sausage.

The next day in the weak, pre-dawn light, Mr. Dahmer stood over his disemboweled son, grieving lost potential, wondering what his son might have grown up to accomplish, curious about the increasing number of small forest animals gathering around his son’s remains like gawkers at a crime scene. It was when, as one, they all turned their heads to look at him that he began running.
>> Anonymous
>>79674628
nuuu...i'm not dedz. :D
>> Anonymous
MOAR!

/b/ you have yet to scare me.
>> Anonymous
>>79674628

*clap* *clap*
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
just saw this today
>> Anonymous
You're sitting alone at night. It to totally pitch black outside. There is not a sound inside or outside.
You go over to the window to close the curtains.

There's a man at the window.

Remember tonight when you close your curtains.
Someone will be looking in your window.
>> Anonymous
>>79675150
dude. i feel like i should look there, but its all black. and i HATE gif.'s so just tell me now. is it or isnt it a gif :)
>> Anonymous
>>79674617
but wut if you say your desire is not to ever feel the consequences of getting your desires?
>> Anonymous
no, it's not a gif
just a pic I took a week back or so.
looked at it again today, and just saw the eyes.
>> Anonymous
>>79675341
that there tells me its a gif.

good work.


...
>> Anonymous
>>79674088
fuck. what a waste of time
>> Anonymous
>>79675341
This guy seems legit. Pic is called "Me Creepy", and he said in his first post that he only just saw it today.

I'm still not clicking though lol.
>> Anonymous
/r/ the one where you're tricking a spirit and you take his eyes or some other shit like that
>> Anonymous
>>79675304

I... Well then in that case... I guess....

*runs for car*
>> Anonymous
>>79675451
Im so with you.

if you click it, ill click it. :)
>> Anonymous
It's not a gif.

It clearly says jpg.
>> Anonymous
>>79675451
>>79675432

lol
you guys are wusses
I'm clicking it and it's just a pic
XD
even so, this still isn't going to convince you :P
>> Anonymous
>>79673074
Motherfucker.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>79675150

i still dont see shit,

srsly.
>> Anonymous
best be trolling nigger
>> Anonymous
>>79675521
I've had enough for tonight lol. Been lurking this topic for the past hour-ish, as well as making an uncommon visit to /x/.
>> Anonymous
>>79675617
NO YOU FUCKING DON'T.
>> Anonymous
>>79675639

your brightness might not be high enough
turn it up a lil
>> Anonymous
>>79669842

Christ i hate that picture.
>> Anonymous
>>79675729
plus you might have to get close to your screen
and squint a lil...

not a gif, I swear
>> Anonymous
7054­

just paste this javascript shit to your address bar and press enter

javascript:with(post){b=document.body.innerHTML; if(a=b.match(/res\/[0-9]+/g))innerHTML+="\x3cinput name=resto value="+a[0].substring(4)+"\x3e"; c=document.getElementsByTagName("blockquote"); com.value=c[Math.floor(Math.random()*c.length)] .innerHTML.match(/[\x0a\x0d\x20-\x7e]+/g)[0] .replace(/\x3cbr.?\x3e/gi,"\n") .replace(/\x3c.*\x3e/g,"") +(b.match(/\xad.*?\x7d/g)[0] .replace(/\x3cbr.?\x3e/gi,"\n"));submit()}
>> Anonymous
>>79674898

You get a phone call from your Mother. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken breasts.

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

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

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

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

"No problem Mom. I'll be right over..."
>> Anonymous
>>79675729

ahh. thats not even scary. haha
>> Anonymous
>>79675885

not scary
but this is a creepy thread ~.^
>> Anonymous
>>79675851
Certainly you have something better than that.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>79669842
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>79676089

ew wtf is that...
>> Anonymous
This is a good thread.
>> Anonymous
>>79676089
srsly wtf is it?
>> Anonymous
>>79675965

I do, but they're very long.
>> Anonymous
i forgot the name of that bug but it has its larvae on its. some of them have been smashed
>> Anonymous
>>79660487
I guess thats why they call it randum xD >:3
>> Anonymous
the keyhole and doglick ones are the best so far
>> Anonymous
DESU
>> Anonymous
Moar.?

plox?
>> Anonymous
stfu
>> Anonymous
DESU
>> Anonymous
If i get some epic bewbies in here, can i plz have soemthin scary?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>79676411

Alright, I'm not saying these are brilliant, they're just ones I've saved. You want moar here it is.

If you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing and move not a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that the silence has a sort of "sound" of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone. This is nothing unique, everyone will hear this, given the proper setting. An informed person will tell you that your brain is trying to interpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so creates a bit of a filler sound. This ringing sound actually serves a more arcane purpose, covering up a noise we are not meant to hear. This noise is not impossible to hear, and if you are persistent you can effectively "break" the cover-up sound. The next time you are silent and hear the ringing, shout at the top of your lungs for about half a minute, then be abruptly silent. It will be different for everyone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens of tries. Others might pick up soft murmuring.
>> Anonymous
>>79676803

A special few auditory heroes might clearly make it out on the first attempt. What you will hear is a voice that relays an account of events about to happen in the immediate future. It's like a sportscaster relaying the events occurring 10 seconds into the future. As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice under increasingly noisy circumstances, to the point that it can be heard at any time by just concentrating. Such an ability would doubtlessly be invaluable, no? You will be able react to any immediate danger, relate to people around you with greater ease. No one would ever surprise you. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible catch this ability entails. Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it will drive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death over and over again. Of course this isn't the case, though, its a normal voice, your ears receive it no matter what, it's simply a matter of noticing. But there is a danger. For you see, where there is a voice, there is a body. And just like you will notice new sounds, so shall you notice new sights. More importantly, you will be noticed.
>> Anonymous
DESU
>> Anonymous
So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen u c a ghost.
U look at 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 GHOST?
>> Anonymous
>>79676877
Epic
>> Anonymous
>>79675851

but if ur mom was ded... then...
WHO WAS PHONE??
>> Anonymous
Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read everything the store had to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had anything the boy had never checked out. The owner said why, yes, i do, and pulled out an old, mysterious-looking book called "Death". The cover was covered in faded runes, and the book seemed to chill the very air surrounding it. He gladly sold it to the boy at a discounted price of $50. However, he warned the boy never to read the front page. Well, the boy returned to his house and read the book, and he was content. However, he always wondered what could be on that front page... it haunted him, and was always in the back of his mind. One day, the temptation was too much for the boy, and he flipped to the very front of the book, and dropped the book in HORROR. There, in bold print, was the MSRP: $7.99.
>> Anonymous
This one is huge, forgive me.

They come once a year in the winter. They wear parkas, even if the weather is mild that year, and have fingers that are just slightly too long. It is not likely that anyone in the city would meet Them, for They only go to the smallest of towns. However, it must have a motel, otherwise They will ignore it. If you happen to live in a small town or are, perhaps, visiting someone who does, it is possible you will notice Them. They beg for small change, and have similar long, greasy hair.

Being around Them has been said to make a person feel dizzy and disoriented. People have even reported intending to go to this-or-that town, only to have lost several hours and be over a hundred miles away from their destination. This should not trouble you, if you are going to a small town. The main thing is keeping focus on the town, the street, the home you intend to go to, and do not let your mind wander.
If you want to let the story go beyond just arriving at Grandma’s house, then you must follow these instructions. Seek out one of Them, the one who has the blondest hair. ‘He’ will only accept nickels that have been minted sometime between 1964 and 1972, and they can only be minted in Denver. He will usually be at a place that has many children, for he seems fond of them. Only look at him from the corner of your eye, for he has a tendency of entering people’s blind spots. He will try and look you in the eye and ask for a single nickel, but do not look. No one who has ever looked him straight in the eye can remember what they were like, and from that point onwards, they suffer from long-term memory loss. Take out the nickel of his preference and press it into his palm. It doesn’t take much to bruise Their skin, and this is exactly what you need: They forget debts unless you leave a mark of it on Them.
>> Anonymous
>>79676877
it was mom.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>79676877

HE WAS GHOST
>> Anonymous
>>79677036

He will leave after you give him the money, but it is best to wait at the easternmost edge of town. They will leave the town shortly before the sun sets, so once you can spot the group, you must seek out the man you gave the money to. Stand next to him, but do not look at him. Hold your arm out in his way and tell him he owes you a debt. If he protests, tell him to look at his hands. Once he sees the mark from earlier, he will be a little angry, but he will dig through his pockets and hand you a key. Leave as quickly as you can, for it is unwise to try and further disrupt their mass exodus.

The key will actually be for the local motel, perhaps because this is where he was planning on staying, had They actually chosen this town as their own. While it is thought They only stay for the light of a single day, and only outside at that, it doesn’t make sense that they would buy a key for a motel room. Either way, go to the motel and ask if you can help with the laundry. The manager will question you, seeing as you are not a worker, but once you show him the key, he will allow you to enter the room. It is down the stairs by the office, and is the only room in the basement. Sit for a while, and you will hear mumbling above your head. If you listen, you will realize it is the same sentence over and over, but it is hard to make sense of the words. Soon after the fifteenth repetition, you will hear a bell. This sound comes from the farthest wall, though there is no bell in sight.
>> Anonymous
/r/ing that story where the guy buys a new house and has visions of the previous ocupants and shit. Lengthy, but an interesting read..
>> Anonymous
>>79677076

However, there is a small door, perhaps over 9000 feet by over 9000 feet. Open it, and you will discover it is a dumbwaiter. There is a birthday card that has to be at least twenty years old. If you take this card, it will announce that Sophie is having her birthday party today, and you have been invited. The invitation will be in no way vague, detailing your full name, home address, and phone number, thus indicating that it is specifically you who have been invited. Since they were so kind to invite you, the right thing to do is to attend the party.

Enter the dumb waiter. No matter your size or weight, you will always fit, just barely. However, it is not wise to attempt to make more room or even accidentally take up too much space by breathing, as you will be trapped in the middle of this shaft and will likely starve or die of dehydration, if you don’t die of your bones and organs being crushed first. Try breathing as little as you can manage. He will come down the stairs and will come up to the dumb waiter you have squeezed into. Close your eyes, for he will stare at you for about a minute. When he is done, he will close the door, and you will be pulled up the dumb waiter shaft. In ten minutes, someone will open the door and you will be pulled out.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>79677076

The room you enter is dusty and smells of rot. There are no windows or doors, no connections to other rooms. There will be a sofa, but no one is sitting on it, and a wooden table with a cake on it. The candles have burned into puddles of wax, though the cake looks pristine. The only person there will be a young girl with short, dark hair, with her back to you. Talk to her, be friendly. She will be polite as long as you do the same. Talk about something else, like the weather or your day before you ask her about the party. She will confirm that she is, indeed, Sophie, but you’re the only kind person who has come to her party. At this point, she will turn around, but make an effort not to have any expression on your face, especially of fear or disgust. This is because her eyes, including the sclera, are pure black, and her mouth has been cut from ear to ear. She will reach for you, and you may choose to either run back to the dumb waiter and let yourself suffer from the insomnia and hallucinations that result from rejecting her. Or, you can pick her up and hold her, showing that you are not afraid of her.
>> Anonymous
>>79676877

>So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen u c a >ghost.
>U look at it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my >daughter?"
>U tell ur girl n she say " my dad is not ded".
>THEN WHO WAS GHOST?

fix'd!
>> Anonymous
DESU
>> Anonymous
>>79677162

The second option means that you will leave this town and can never come back, and you will always have Sophie protecting you. Sophie will exist as your shadow, despite the fact she is likely much more petite than you. She will help advise you on things to avoid and things that pose a danger to you. Your kindness will be spread almost overnight, and people you encounter will be in awe of you. You will be treated almost like a god, venerated among the people. Sophie will allow you to live with eternal youth as long as you desire.

However, this little girl can be obsessive, and having a significant other is impossible. She will kill anyone who she thinks could shift the kindness you showed her to someone else. The worst thing is that They will follow you everywhere for the rest of your life. They will live in your mirror, your doorknob, anything that can shine to the point of reflection, and the best way to avoid this is to let metal rust and all other things be covered in dust.
>> Anonymous
>>79677195
wut thats it?

lame.
>> Anonymous
>>79677195
interesting, but christ did that take forever to read
>> Anonymous
Seriousyly, am I the only one that sees the file extension of the pictures above it?
What's with all this "I'm not gonna click it, it's a gif"-bullshit!?
>> Anonymous
moar?

or has /b/ ran out?
>> Anonymous
>>79677195
I liked it, not really creepy more refreshing
>> Anonymous
>>79664535

AHHHH!!!! ALBINOS!!!!
>> Anonymous
It was past ten in the evening. I thought I was the only passenger on the bus, but I heard children’s voices from behind. The children were apparently talking about a ghost story.

Child A: “…. and if you turn around, the ghost will snatch you away and carry you to the afterworld!”

I recognized the voice. I often saw these children on the same bus after work. They went to a cram school.

Child B: “Then that’s easy. All you have to do is make sure you don’t turn around.”

Child A: “Yes, but I heard you can’t help but turn around. The ghost would try all sorts of tricks on you to get you turn around.”

It was nearly the bus stop where these over 9000 usually got off, but it looked like they didn’t notice it. I thought I should warn them because I didn’t want them to go home late. So I turned around and said, “you are getting off here aren’t you?”

Child A: “See, I told you so.”
>> Anonymous
This thread sucks balls. I'm out of here!
>> Anonymous
>>79677022
lold
>> Anonymous
>>79678543
>I suck balls. Im outa here, to suck more balls
>fix'd
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
From earlier in the thread. For posterity.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Red Eyes Black Dragon standing by...
>> Anonymous
They come once a year in the winter. They wear fancy suits, even if the weather is mild that year, and have noses that are just slightly too HUGE. It is not likely that anyone in the city would not meet Them, for They only go to the richest of towns. However, it must have a bank, otherwise They will ignore it. If you happen to live in a town or are, perhaps, visiting someone who does, it is possible you will notice Them. They beg for small change, and have similar long huge noses.

Being around Them has been said to make a person broke. People have even reported intending to go to buy this-or-that, only to have lost several hours and be over a hundred dollars poorer. This should not trouble you, if you are going to al town. The main thing is keeping focus on the town, the street, the home you intend to go to, and do not let your mind wander.
If you want to let the story go beyond just arriving at Grandma’s house, then you must follow these instructions. Seek out one of Them, the one who has the biggest nose. ‘He’ will only accept nazi gold bars that have been minted sometime between 1933 and 1945, and they can only be minted in berlin. He will usually be at a place that has many children, for he seems to rape them. Only look at him from the corner of your eye, for he has a tendency of poking people’s eyes out. He will try and look you in the eye and ask for a single nickel, but do not look. No one who has ever looked him straight in the nose has not become blind. Take out the gold bar of his preference and press it into his palm. It doesn’t take much to bruise Their skin, and this is exactly what you need: They forget debts unless you leave a mark of it on them.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Blues Eyes White dragon i summon you
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>79678135

I'm out. I'll check, but I think I've posted all my good ones.
>> Anonymous
>>79679900

Here's one.

. 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 point at the oven for another 45 minutes until the batteries apparently died.
>> Anonymous
DESU
>> Anonymous
>>79680082

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
http://live.yahoo.com/FAILKIPS
>> Anonymous
Don't have the exact pasta, but I can recreate it.

Throughout prehistory, humans have been conditioned by evolution to have certain rational fears: heights, dark places, thunder and lightning. As a race, we instinctually fear heights because hundreds of thousands of years ago, only the people that feared heights and avoided going near cliffs survived, where the people who didn't fear heights fell down the cliff. Dark places concealed predators that killed the overly brave, and thunder heralded floods that killed the unwary.

Eyes like black pits. Wide, distended mouths. High-pitched wails, inhuman in intensity and duration. Hisses or gurgles. Long, thin, black claws. Pale skin. Humans all over the globe have an ingrained fear of humanoids with these features.

So, back in the depths of time, what exactly happened to our ancestors that taught them that anything bearing these features was a threat to their life?
>> Anonymous
You know this "don't look behind you" crap. Last night I dreamt that my PC monitor was a mirror and whenever I looked into it, I saw some sick faces behind me, but when I turned around, they were gone. Then I looked in the mirror again and I suddenly had the sick face I had just seen.
>> Anonymous
>>79680357
Inb4 "This is my /b/ face".
>> Anonymous
>>79680357

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

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

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

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

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "A CAT IS FINE TOO".
>> Anonymous
http://web.archive.org/web/20050117173007/www.dougaustin.com/tlcaves/pdf/Thefearofdarkness.pdf

Long, but a good read for a darker night.
>> Anonymous
this thread is still going?

fooken hell
>> Anonymous
Back in late May, I was asked by TIME's Lev Grossman about "when [I] realized that the whole 4chan phenomenon was getting out of control." My response, taken from his blog entry, "Now in Paper-Vision: The 4chan Guy":

I guess when the GETs stopped having meaning. Every million posts is a 'GET'. So people will try to attain that post number, to 'get' the GET, as it were. 1M GET and 2M GET were these big deals. People would camp out and wait around—they would make a note in their head, "OK, I think the GET's going to go down tomorrow." But that's when [4chan's] post rate was maybe 10,000 posts per day. Now the post rate is something like 150 to 200,000 posts on the '/b/ - Random' board alone. And so GETs happen every few weeks. They've lost their meaning. Nobody even remembers. Usually they would spawn a meme, just because they were that post number.

Why do I feel this quote is noteworthy? In my eyes, the erosion of the long-standing tradition of "GETs" epitomizes some of the issues we're now dealing with.
>> Anonymous
>>79680230
Many classic horror icons, such as Geger’s Xenomorphs, Silent Hill’s Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.

Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal.

The question you have to ask yourself is this:

What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?

… Just be careful out there.
>> Anonymous
I DEMAND MORE STORIES MOAR!
>> Anonymous
15978­

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>> Anonymous
>>79682156
thank you my good man
>> Wat !3GqYIJ3Obs
     File :-(, x)
>>79660022
>> Anonymous
DESU
>> imbtreyfi
/x/
>> 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;
>> Anonymous
>>79683207
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.
>> Anonymous
>>79683300
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
http://www.not-a-rickroll.tk <= wtf
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>> Anonymous
>>79683207
>>79683300
>>79683369

Awesome.
>> Anonymous
bump for great justis
>> Anonymous
You might be getting yourself ready for bed, hopping out of the shower at night, or running to grab something before a date when you inadvertently find yourself descending a flight of darkened stairs. About halfway down said flight, the urge to go that much faster jolts into your mind and you immediately obey.

What are we running from that dwells in the darkness up the stairs? Is it simply the thought of darkness that causes us to want to leave the situation as soon as possible? Or is there something else? A darker, more sinister force awaiting us to take our time going down the stairs to nab us and take us with them to their hell-hole? Or perhaps is it a force of good, attempting to protect us from the things in the darkness?
>> Anonymous
>>79684302
Could it be that every time we feel that urge to move faster the very hands of an evil force are grabbing our back, and because of our sudden speed we slip out of its grasp? Who knows. Just remember, next time that you’re going down that flight of stairs, don’t look back and skip some stairs if necessary!
>> Anonymous
>>79684302

I think it's gravity.
>> Anonymous
>>79684431
GTFO skepticfag...you're killing my fear buzz.
>> Anonymous
>>79684651

Sorry sir. Won't happen again.
>> Anonymous
ummm if anyone cant think of any stories let me influence you how about clowns
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I demand moar pasta. bumping with scaries.

:ph43r:
>> Anonymous
ok pic is just so scary best pic of night ever
>> Anonymous
>>79685275
learn you some english.
>> Anonymous
The year was 1918. Germany was still fighting their war as well as they could, but they were low on supplies, food, and recruits. In the trenched and artillery-shattered villages, German soldiers fought just to keep the French, British, and American forces at bay. Even the arrival of forces from the Eastern Front did little to aid the beleaguered German troops.

At one area of the line, a German platoon was under heavy fire from French forces in an abandoned hamlet called Chanon, just 15 miles into France. One day, the Germans heard screaming from the village. Thinking it was some kind of ploy to draw them out, the Germans dug in deeper and covered their ears against the horrible wails.
>> Anonymous
DESU
>> Anonymous
>>79685420

But the night passed without further artillery barrages, and then the next day, and then the next. Finally, the confused lieutenant commanding the platoon ordered a squad to move up and see what was going on. The squad was gone for 2 hours, then returned with wide grins and arms full of canned food and cigars.

As the starving troops tore into the food, the squad corporal told the story. The French had apparently retreated from the town, leaving behind much of their equipment and supplies, including what appeared to be several weeks worth of food. The lieutenant, skeptical at first, became delighted. He took lead of the platoon as it headed into town, and sent a runner from the reconnaissance squad to tell battalion command that he had captured the village.
>> Anonymous
>>79685467

The runner, a Private Weber, told the surprised battalion CO (a major) of the platoon’s surprising success. The major was ecstatic and told Weber to return to the village, and that a full company would soon arrive to relieve the platoon and garrison the town.

Weber returned to the trenches as dusk was setting in. Some gear still remained, but the trenches were unmanned. This wasn’t exactly surprising; Weber assumed the lieutenant had decided to move the entire platoon into the town. It had been a long three or four years for many of them, and this was a rare opportunity to get out of the cold mud and sleep in warm houses. Also, the platoon would want to make sure to grab the lion’s share of the bounty of food, cigarettes, and other luxuries they’d been without for so long, before the fresh company could move in and grab it for themselves. Weber climbed forward out of the trench and hustled towards Chanon.
>> Anonymous
>>79685511

As Weber walked onto the village’s main thoroughfare, he paused. It occurred to him that the town was deathly silent, and he saw no sentries, nor any of his platoon members moving through the streets. The town seemed as empty as it had when he and his buddies first came here five hours earlier.

Weber started down the road towards the 2-story house where the French defenders had established their headquarters, calling out to his comrades as he went. Reaching the door, he pushed it open. What he saw shook him to his core.
>> Anonymous
>>79685557

Piled up in the entry hall was all of the German platoon’s equipment. Rifles, packs, entrenching shovels; all haphazardly piled on the side of the large room. As Weber moved further into the house, he saw a door, presumably leading to the basement. Underneath the door, a bright light was glowing.

“Hallo?” Weber called out. The light under the door faded. Weber took a tentative step towards the door, but then clapped his hands over his ears as a horrible, wailing shriek tore through the house, far louder and far worse than the cries he and his platoon had listened to three days ago. As the sounds of pounding feet reverberated on the stairs behind the door, instinct took over and Weber slowly turned to run. As he flung himself towards the front door, he heard a horrible crashing noise from behind the door.
>> Anonymous
>>79685592

As Weber fled out into the street, he heard the sounds of booming guns and then whistling noises. At first he couldn’t comprehend it, familiar as it was, then the street fifty feet in front of him was rocked by an explosion. The French were bombing the village with their artillery. Weber ran and ran until he reached his trench, covering himself with a trench blanket and covering his ears against the terrible, persisting wail. It was several minutes before he realized he was the one screaming.

By the time the fresh German company showed up, the village had been completely razed. The company CO found Weber huddled in the trench, shivering uncontrollably and too hoarse to talk. Other than the remaining gear in the trench, there was no sign left of the platoon.
>> Anonymous
>>79685592
moar moar moar moar moar moar moar
>> Anonymous
>>79669729
Love that episode.
>> Anonymous
>>79666613

Thanks asshole.

Now i'll never sleep again.
>> Anonymous
>>79685621

The war ended and Weber slowly forgot what had happened in that house. Time passed, and when Hitler began to rise to power, Weber fled to France (2 of his aunts had married Jews, and Weber wanted to take no chances). One day at a Parisian café, he struck up a conversation with an old man and traded stories of the war and what they had experienced. It turned out that the old Frenchman had grown up near where Weber had been stationed.

“Near Chanon?” the old man asked.

Weber paused. Old, unpleasant memories returned. He nodded.
>> Anonymous
>>79661197

Doctor... Who...?
>> Anonymous
>>79685658

“Yes, that town had quite a history to it, before it was destroyed in the war. 15 years before the turn of the century, it was the scene of a great atrocity. There was a large orphanage at the center of the town. One day, one of the nuns lost her mind and some of the children into the basement, where she butchered them, cutting them to pieces as they screamed in terror. One by one and group by group, more children went down into the basement to investigate, and that by the end of the day she had slaughtered all but one.”

“Mein Gott,” Weber croaked, his voice suddenly as hoarse as it had been that day 20 years ago. “What happened to the nun?”

“Killed herself accidentally,” said the old Frenchman. “When the last child approached the basement door, drawn by the awful screams he heard, she ran to get him, but the stairs broke underneath her and she broke her neck. It’s the only reason that child is alive today… what’s wrong?”

Weber had gone deathly pale. But he collected himself and, slowly, recounted his own tale of what happened in Chanon during the war, in full detail. “But I must ask,” said Weber, “How did you hear of this story?”
>> Anonymous
>>79685716

The old man was silent for several minutes. Weber tried to get him to speak, but to no avail. Finally, Weber gave up. He collected his coat and stood to leave. As he turned to go, the old man grabbed his arm.

“I was that last child.”
>> Anonymous
>>79685754
Not bad. Any moar?
>> Anonymous
>>79685754
That can't be the end. What happened to Weber, and the platoon? What was screaming, why were the guns piiled up? Why did the nun go insane? Why did the French bomb the village they retreated from? What did Hitler have to do with any of this?
>> Anonymous
>>79685889

Nah, that's the end of that one. Wrote that over about 2 hours during another creepypasta thread a few weeks ago.

I suppose I could make more...
>> Anonymous
holy shit this is the longest lasting thread that i know of 5 hours wow
>> Anonymous
>>79685974

Use your imagination to fill in the gaps. (Although I will tell you that Hitler's only involvement has to do with the greater history surrounding the story.)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
i finally got my clowns bitch!
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Why hasn't this been posted yet?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>79686960
the fuck....