File :-(, x, )
Anonymous
ITT: Creepy stuff
Ill start off soft
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
thats not true faggot
>> Anonymous
WHO WAS PHONE!
>> Anonymous
Angel my a$$, that was Pedobear.
>> Anonymous
A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.

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

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

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

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".
My favorite
>> Anonymous
PHONE WHO WAS
>> Anonymous
now you guys post some stuff
>> Anonymous
These are pretty good. Keep em coming.
>> Anonymous
>>81796227

Hahaha humans can lick too... that just fucks the whole thing.

Do people not realise that the scariest things are those that are unexplained and let your imagination fill in the blanks?
>> Anonymous
go to /x/ you /b/ fags
>> Anonymous
Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And Id like to take a minute just sit right there
Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air

In west philadelfia born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys said were up in no good
Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
And said youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air

(only the first three episodes of season one)

I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin and she gave me my ticket
I put my walkman on and said I might aswell kick it

First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of bel-air livin like,
Hmm this might be alright!

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

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne as the prince of bel-air
>> Anonymous
It has been reported that some victims of rape, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not WAKE UP. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren't being raped. The only way that they realized they needed to WAKE UP was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to WAKE UP. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and PLEASE WAKE UP.
>> Anonymous
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

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

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

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

This object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Of course, I'm sure some furfag out there would LOVE to have a werewolf looking in his window, cause it'd be wuff raep tiem
>> Anonymous
>>81796716
oh shit i got nigger sexed!
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
ITT: Creepypasta.

Lots of it.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>81796738

1 of 538? What the fugg kind of thing is that? I mean c'mon - 8 pieces of the magical star of almighty k'dwalla or something, but 538????
>> Anonymous
HAIGUISE
>> Anonymous
>>81796547

A ____ ____ is left ____ ____ with only her ___ to ___ her. When ____ approaches, she ____ all the ____ and tries to ____ all the ____ but one won't ____.

She ____ to leave it ____ and ____ to ____. Her ____ takes its customary ____ under her ____.

In the ____ of night she ____ to a ____ sound coming from the ____. The ____ is too ____ to go ____ so she reaches her ____ under the ____. She feels a reassuring ____ from her ____ and ____ back to ____. She reawakens to the ____ sound, reaches her hand down to the ____ where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she ____ to the ____ sound. She reaches her ____ down and ____ the ____ of her dog.

Now curious about the ____ sound, she gets up and slowly ____ towards the ____, the ____ sound getting ____ as she ____. She reaches the ____ and turns on the ____. She is greeted by a ____ sight; ____ from the ____ is her ____ with its ____ slit open and its ____ ____ into the ____.

Something on the ____ catches her ____ she turns around. Written on the ____ in her ____ ____ are the words "____ CAN ____ TOO".
>> Anonymous
google
creepy pasta
the holders
scp or special containment procedures
>> Anonymous
>>81797009
>>81797191


Creepy whores are creepy, fuck. Gets me every goddamn time.
>> Anonymous
>>81795915
>>81795915
>>81795915
>>81795915
>>81795915

I never understood this one. Can someone explain it please?
>> Anonymous
I don't know if i should read this 4:00 in the morning.

Carry on.
>> Anonymous
DON'T READ THIS UNLESS YOU CAN HANDLE BEING REALLY SCARED.

One day, Sarah was minding her business surfing the internet, looking for a place to stay for a couple of weeks in Maine where her father was ill.

As she pointed and clicked, she started to smell something burning.

She ran around the house, but, failed to find the source. As she sat back down at the computer desk, she noticed that the smoke was actually coming from the computer!

She panicked and started running around her house, packing her children into a briefcase. As she dialed 911 on the cell phone, she swung open the front door and there it was.

>> Anonymoose
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
A _NIGGER_NIGGER_ is left _NIGGER___NIGGER ____ with only her NIGGER___ to _NIGGER__ her. When __NIGGER__ approaches, she _NIGGER___ all the __NIGGER__ and tries to __NIGGER__ all the __NIGGER__ but one won't ___NIGGER_.

She ____ to leave it ____ and ____ to ____. Her ____ takes its customary ____ under her ____.

In the ____ of night she ____ to a ____ sound coming from the ____. The ____ is too ____ to go ____ so she reaches her ____ under the ____. She feels a reassuring ____ from her ____ and ____ back to ____. She reawakens to the ____ sound, reaches her hand down to the ____ where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she ____ to the ____ sound. She reaches her ____ down and ____ the ____ of her dog.

Now curious about the ____ sound, she gets up and slowly ____ towards the ____, the ____ sound getting ____ as she ____. She reaches the ____ and turns on the ____. She is greeted by a ____ sight; ____ from the ____ is her ____ with its ____ slit open and its ____ ____ into the ____.

Something on the ____ catches her ____ she turns around. Written on the ____ in her ____ ____ are the words "____ CAN ____ TOO".
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Does anyone know where this is from?
>> Anonymous
>>81797500
well, i won't be sleeping tonight.
>> Anonymous
>>81797500

lol wat
>> Anonymous
>>81797500
Dude how will I ever sleep now?
>> Anonymous
>>81797487

eurofag? italy?
>> Anonymoose
     File :-(, x)
>>81797191
There's a fucking badass shoop of the original of this picture. I've only seen it once and I forgot to save it. Someone please upload.
>> Anonymous
>>81797864
in your fucking face.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>81796738
Thats some Stephen King or H.P. LoveCraft shit right there.
>> Anonymous
>>81797487

That's what happened with my last creepy thread. I ended up seeing a link to John Dies at the End and reading that until an hour or over 9000 before noon. Between the creepy thread and that book (which wasn't incredibly scary, all things considered, but the creepy thread put me in the mood, I guess), my whole body was tensed up like a spring until the sun came up. Lulz. I'd have rocketed out of my chair if anything caught me off guard.
>> Anonymous
Look behind you
Run from your house now
Never look back at it
>> Anonymous
>>81798232

I just got ownt by a filter. SON OF A BITCH.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>81797801
fixed
>> Anonymous
>>81797500
i shat bricks.
>> Anonymous
>>81798269

FUCK YOU!
>> Anonymoose
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
>>81797500
>>81797500
i was expecting something really scary, then saw my name and just had to read it.

i hate you.
>> 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 statues were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the angel statues. 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 statues 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 they 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 statues and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have any children."

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No children were ever found.
>> Anonymous
>>81798914
THOSE BOOKS HAD CREEPY PICS, DESPITE BEING A CHILDREN'S BOOK.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
*shrugs*
>> Anonymous
>>81799045

oh wow, way to read the thread
>> Anonymous
>>81797500
Haha, oh wow. LOL'd so fucking hard. I love you.
>> Anonymous
>>81799124
>>81799124
OH GOD NO KEEP THAT GUY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME I HATE HIM HE SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME
>> 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 "ANGEL STATUES CAN LICK TOO".
>> Anonymous
>>81799566
wat
>> Anonymous
Don't turn around. It does not like to be seen.
>> Anonymous
>>81799113
OHFUCK I KNOW

Do you guys remember that story from those books about the over 9000 ranches who made a scarecrow and beat it and shit for fun?

For those who don't know it, these guys took some cows up to a mountain for the summer and they were lonely, so they made the scarecrow to look like some dude they hate. Since it looked like someone they hated, they made fun of it and shit, until it started moving.

One day, it got up and just paced around on the rooftop of their little farm cabin thing and it freaked the fuck out of them. Days went by and eventually, it was time for them to go home with the cows.

Well, they were in such a rush ot get home, they forgot the milking stool. Rather than have to buy a new one, one of the guys decided to go back to the meadow and get it. Hours pass by and the guy doesn't return to where they stopped, so the other guy went up to the meadow and saw the scarecrow laying out a fresh skin on the roof to dry.
>> Anonymoose
>>81799566
That creeped the shit out of me until I read the last line, at which point I laughed a little. :(
>> 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. A heavy man pounded on the girl.

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 dick 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 "I CAN LICK DICKS TOO".
>> Anonymous
>>81800103
fuck, i lol'd
>> Anonymous
>>81797207
newfag
>> Anonymous
>>81800103
HA!
>> Anonymous
Officer Andre Willingford felt the muzzle of a gun placed against his head, then the burning heat of an explosions left him deaf. He elbowed the dealer behind him, and saw but did not hear the man’s gun clatter to the ground. “You have the right to remain silent!” he screamed to the man, his own voice silent to him. “You have the right to an attorney! You do NOT have the right to shoot a weapon point-blank range at a cop’s head!” The dealer was actually shaking in fear of Andre now: nothing like well-earned respect. “Son, how do you miss at point blank range? You think being deaf is going to stop me from flexcuffing you?” After that display of authority, the dozen assorted junkies and dealers the next room over simply consented to being flexcuffed no problem. Three of them even gave up weapons without a fight. As the last perp was shoved in the corner, and Andre turned to check his reflection in a filthy mirror, did he notice what he looked like, what caused the crooks to give up at the sight of him. The bullet hadn’t missed: it had destroyed his skull and most of what was inside, leaving a face but no hair, no ears, no head. With a trembling hand, in disbelief, Andre reached up to run his hands over his uptown fade, and his hand kept on clawing inward, grasping at the empty air.
>> Anonymous
OLD STORIES ARE OLD
>> LISTEN TO THE ADVICE, /b/
lick from a dick duck dock all around the clickity-clock
---
goes clop clop clop and drop drop drop on the oil slick
oil slick

tick tick tick soil ick tick tick tick
oil slick

brick on the slick tick tock dock deck
eckd ckde kdec beck beck
deck deck deck
>> Anonymous
/r/ing HAROLD.
>> Anonymous
>>81799113
What book?
>> Anonymous
>>81800885

Sorry, he's at White Castle now.
>> Anonymous
>>81801000

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

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

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

But then, just when you’re about to drift off to sleep, at the phase no one remembers when they wake, you sense something in the darkness. It’s your imagination, leering down at you. With a jagged, macabre smile.
>> Anonymous
Item #: SCP-173

Object class: Euclid

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

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

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

>> Anonymous
A nigger nigger is left nigger nigger with only her nigger to nigger her. When nigger approaches, she nigger all the nigger and tries to nigger all the nigger but one won't nigger.

She nigger to leave it nigger and nigger to nigger. Her nigger takes its customary nigger under her nigger.

In the nigger of night she nigger to a nigger sound coming from the nigger. The nigger is too nigger to go nigger so she reaches her nigger under the nigger. She feels a reassuring nigger from her nigger and nigger back to nigger. She reawakens to the nigger sound, reaches her hand down to the nigger where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she nigger to the nigger sound. She reaches her nigger down and nigger the nigger of her dog.

Now curious about the nigger sound, she gets up and slowly nigger towards the nigger, the nigger sound getting nigger as she nigger. She reaches the nigger and turns on the nigger. She is greeted by a nigger sight; nigger from the nigger is her nigger with its nigger slit open and its nigger nigger into the nigger.

Something on the nigger catches her nigger she turns around. Written on the nigger in her nigger nigger are the words "nigger CAN nigger TOO"
>> Anonymous
>>81801617
Sorry, but this fails without the pic.
>> Anonymous
>>81801617
>Origin of these materials is unknown.

I can tell you where the feces came from.
>> Anonymous
BUT WHO WAS PHONE?????
>> Anonymous
>>81802644
anon requesting pic
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.
>> Anonymous
>>81796716

I like that one. Clever
>> Anonymous
In 1997, a chicago couple decided they needed a break, so they headed out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted
babysitter, who arrived when 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. So, she called the parents and asked them if she could watch cable in their bedroom. Of course, the
parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the statue of the escaped mass murderer in
their bedroom 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 do not have a statue of an
escaped mass murderer...."

That night, the children and the babysitter were murdered by a murderer. It turns out that the statue of the escaped mass murderer was
>> Anonymous
>>81797299
A Mudkip is left Mudkip with only her Mudkip to Mudkip her. When Mudkip approaches, she Mudkip all the Mudkip and tries to Mudkip all the Mudkip but one won't Mudkip.

She Mudkip to leave it Mudkip and Mudkip to Mudkip. Her Mudkip takes its customary Mudkip under her Mudkip.

In the Mudkip of night she Mudkip to a Mudkip sound coming from the Mudkip. The Mudkip is too Mudkip to go Mudkip so she reaches her Mudkip under the Mudkip. She feels a reassuring Mudkip from her Mudkip and Mudkip back to Mudkip. She reawakens to the Mudkip sound, reaches her hand down to the Mudkip where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she Mudkip to the Mudkip sound. She reaches her Mudkip down and Mudkip the Mudkip of her dog.

Now curious about the Mudkip sound, she gets up and slowly Mudkip towards the Mudkip, the Mudkip sound getting Mudkip as she Mudkip. She reaches the Mudkip and turns on the Mudkip. She is greeted by a Mudkip sight; Mudkip from the Mudkip is her Mudkip with its Mudkip slit open and its Mudkip into the Mudkip.

Something on the Mudkip catches her Mudkip she turns around. Written on the Mudkip in her Mudkip are the words "MUDKIP CAN MUDKIP TOO".

OH NOES!!!
>> Anonymous
John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
>> Anonymous
>>81804636
Stop that.
>> Anonymous
In 1997, a chicago couple decided they needed a break, so they headed out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter, who arrived when 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. So, she called the parents and asked them if she could watch cable in their bedroom. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the statue of the escaped mass murderer in their bedroom 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, "We will call the police. We do not have a statue of an escaped mass murderer...."

The police found all three of the house occupants enjoying a movie on cable TV together within three minutes of the call. The statue of an escaped mass murderer was phone.
>> Anonymous !uz8u2XmvbY
>>81795915
if the angel statue is outside why would the father want her to take the kids outside
>> Anonymous
A young girl is left home alone with only her huma 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 human 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 human and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the human 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 human.

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 human 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 humans's blood are the words "DOGS CAN LICK TOO".
>> Anonymous
this shit is getting really old really fast.
>> Anonymous
Object Class: Safe

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

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

If an American coin minted between 1865 to present is used with this device, anyone present can faintly hear the hum and music of old Negro spirituals for around thirty seconds. Any coin minted before 1865 will elicit screams interspersed with the cracking of whips and cursing, along with the sounds of a fire raging. Very rarely, these vintage coins will result in what sounds like voodoo chanting and singing.
>> Anonymous
DON'T READ THIS UNLESS YOU CAN HANDLE BEING REALLY SCARED.

One day, Sarah was minding her business surfing the internet, looking for a place to stay for a couple of weeks in Maine where her father was ill.

As she pointed and clicked, she started to smell something burning.

She ran around the house, but, failed to find the source. As she sat back down at the computer desk, she noticed that the smoke was actually coming from the computer!

She panicked and started running around her house, packing her children into a briefcase. As she dialed 911 on the cell phone, she swung open the front door and there it was.

>> mightyboosh !!s6a724NFzly
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 "ITEM SCP-173 CAN LICK TOO".
>> Anonymous
>>81800603

no fair point, what is 538?
>> 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
WHO WAS PHONE!!!???
>> 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... into an angel statue
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
I Am In Your Base Killing Your D00ds
>> Anonymous
FUCK YOU /b/! FUCK YOU!

No really... just... FUCK YOU!
>> Anonymous
>>81807039
god dammit
>> Anonymous
http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/index.html
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>81795915

DONT BLINK! BLINK AND YOU'RE DEAD!
DONT LOOK AWAY!
AND DONT BLINK!
>> Anonymous
>>81807039
i love you guys :3
this is teh lolage.
>> Anonymous
This thread is fucking hilarious.
>> 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 statue satellite dish 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 a satellite dish."

The police found all one of the house t.v. cable providers within three minutes of the call. No satellite dish was ever found. Except for the one they found outside.

In addition they found a message written in cable blood reading: satellite dishes can suck dick too.
>> 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 angel statue’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 angel statue. The covers behind you begin to shift.
>> mightyboosh !!s6a724NFzly
bUMP for moar
>> Anonymous
WAS WHO PHONE?
>> Anonymous
HAI GAIZ IS IT A MEME YET
>> Anonymous
SCP-173 is a Boo from Mario!!!!
>> Anonymous
There is some win here.
>> Anonymous
Object Class: Safe

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

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

If an American coin minted between 1865 to present is used with this device, anyone present can faintly hear the hum and music of old ANGEL STATUE spirituals for around thirty seconds. Any coin minted before 1865 will elicit screams interspersed with the cracking of whips and cursing, along with the sounds of a fire raging. Very rarely, these vintage coins will result in what sounds like voodoo chanting and singing.
>> Anonymous
>>81796738
No we're not doing these.
>> Anonymous
Remember this: Should you ever despair of life so much that you want to die, you have the means at hand and yearn to end your life, you have written a suicide note to those you will leave behind and you are prepared to die... at that moment, stop. Get a pair of scissors. Cut away at the note until you end up with a piece of paper in the shape of a key. Go to a door, any one will do. Push the paper key forward and turn your hand as if unlocking an imaginary lock. The lock is real. Open the door. There you will find it. The other earth. The one that awaits to replace this one when it dies. That death is inevitable, but in the meantime the other earth will belong to you. Be warned: the other earth is very different from this one
>> 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, maybe cuddle a little bit?”
“No, Daddy.”
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your angel statue’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 angel statue. The covers behind you begin to shift. Pedobear leaps with surprise and kills your satelite dish. then makes a mukipz casserole.
>> Anonymous
Remember this: Should you ever despair of life so much that you want to die, you have the means at hand and yearn to end your life, you have written a suicide note to those you will leave behind and you are prepared to die... at that moment, stop. Get a pair of ANGEL STATUES. Cut away at the note until you end up with a piece of paper in the shape of a key. Go to a door, any one will do. Push the paper key forward and turn your hand as if unlocking an imaginary lock. The lock is real. Open the door. There you will find it. The other earth. The one that awaits to replace this one when it dies. That death is inevitable, but in the meantime the other earth will belong to you. Be warned: the other earth is very different from this one
>> Anonymous
Remember this: Should you ever despair of life so much that you want to die, you have the means at hand and yearn to end your life, you have written a suicide note to those you will leave behind and you are prepared to die... at that moment, stop. Get a pair of scissors. Cut away at the note until you end up with a piece of paper in the shape of a key. Go to a door, any one will do. Push the paper key forward and turn your hand as if unlocking an imaginary lock. The lock is real. Open the door. There you will find it. The other angel statue. The one that awaits to replace this one when it dies. That death is inevitable, but in the meantime the other angel satue will belong to you. Be warned: the other angel statue is very different from this one.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>81805428

because you have to look at them. if you dont, you'll live yourself to death.
>> Anonymous
do you guys remember that one story about that girl and the knockihdnfh WITNESS!
>> Anonymous
Remember this: Should you ever despair of life so much that you want to an hero, you have the means at hand and yearn to end your life, you have written a suicide note to those you will leave behind and you are prepared to die... at that moment, stop, because it's hammertime. Get a pair of scissors. Cut away at the note in the shape of an ANGEL STATUE. Go to a door, any one will do. Push the paper ANGEL STATUE forward and turn your hand as if unlocking an imaginary lock. The lock is real. Open the door. There you will find it. The other earth. The one that awaits to replace this one when Pedobear Christ returns as prophesied in the book of W.T. Snacks. Then ANGEL STATUES will repopulate and cp and loli will flow like water and you will say, who was phone?
>> Anonymous
>>81798985
YOU WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
>>81811241
oh my god shut up
>> Anonymous
shut up why?
>> Anonymous
funniest one yet
>> Anonymous
Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called angel statue

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in angel statue.

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and send me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of angel statue living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear they're prissy, wine all that
Is angel statue the type of place they send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of angel statue

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said 'FRESH' and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to angel statue

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To settle my throne as the Prince of angel statue
>> Anonymous
funniest one yet
>> Anonymous
>>81811949
ok, after reading it over again, this is actually finnier than the rest... it's the others that are pissing me off.
sorry...i'm a little tired.
>> Anonymous
>>81796716
Wish i was getting raped in the ass right now, i would wake up turn around suck his dick then cum in his ass. :)
>> Anonymous
posting in an epic thread?
>> Anonymous
A young girl is left home alone with only her Moot 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 M00t 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 M00t 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 M00t.

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 M00t 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 M00t's blood are the words "WT SNACKS CAN LICK TOO".
>> Anonymous
It has been reported that some victims of angel statue, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not WAKE UP. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren't being angel statued. The only way that they realized they needed to WAKE UP was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to WAKE UP. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and PLEASE WAKE UP.
>> Anonymous
John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
>> Anonymous
>>81812726
I shit a brick wall.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
>>81799938
you told that story hoooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrriiiiibly
>> Anonymous
Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied.

“You Sarah O’Bannon?” Yes! the voice assured.
“You were born on September 17, 1827?”
“Yes!”
“The gravestone here says you died on February 19?”
“No I’m alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!”

“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”
>> Anonymous
wtf is harolds story?
>> Anonymous
Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied.

“You Sarah O’Bannon?” Yes! the voice assured.
“You were born on September 17, 1827?”
“Yes!”
“The angel statue here says you died on February 19?”
“No I’m alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!”

“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t an angel statue
>> Anonymous
>>81796738

http://www.creepypasta.com/the-holders/

there are literally 538 of these "Holder of the _____" Stories
>> Anonymous
CHIN CHOPPER CHIN CHOPPER CHIN CHOPPER CHIN COME TO YOUR HOUSE TO CHOP OFF YOUR SKIN.
>> Anonymous
Angel statues used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper stealing Harold and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the great mudkip. Moot, the Professor Oak gravedigger, upon hearing a wild mudkip call, went to go see if it was children pretending to be /b/tards. Sometimes it was also the Kevin Rose fans. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unbanned from 4chan.

“You the kid that saves the pics as .js?” Yes! the voice assured.
“You saved the pics as .js?”
“Yes!”
“It here says you died on the day of the great pumpkin?”
“No I’m not gonna do it again, it was a mistake! Digg me up to the front page kevin rose!”

“Sorry about this, Kevin,” Moot said, stepping on the digg button to silence it and plugging up the copper Harold with dirt. “But this is Sparta. Whatever you is down there ain't Sparta, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t be usin my 4chan no more.
>> Anonymous
there are literally 538 of these "Holder of the angel statue" Stories
>> Anonymous
>>81815175
i love you