File :-(, x, )
You know the drill. Lets make some faggots scared.
>> Anonymous
your 401 k just vanished
>> Anonymous
fucking win
>> Anonymous
theres a dead girl behind you
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
funny and creepy?
>> Anonymous
It’s 3AM and you’ve been up all night on a horror binge. You’ve watched your favorite horrors movies, read your favorite scary stories, and even attempted the old “Bloody Mary” trick in your mirror. You stretch and yawn, deciding now is about the time to hit the hay, so you move into your bedroom and lay down to sleep.
After awhile, however, you realize that you can’t get the images of some of the fictional creatures you saw on your TV out of your head. “Meh… I’m going to hate myself for this tomorrow,” You say aloud as you flick on your bedroom lamp, knowing that having a nightlight used to help get rid of your nightmares as a little kid. Within minutes you’re close to sleep, snuggled up comfortably under the blankets with your eyes closed and more pleasant thoughts on your mind.
…That is, until you detect something moving in front of the light, casting a shadow over you. You blink, beginning to turn towards the lamp before a rotting hand grabs hold of your shoulder. “Thanks for turning on the light; I wouldn’t have been able to find you in that darkness.”
>> Anonymous
i shat bricks
>> Anonymous
mccain palin 08 victory
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
mccain dies making palin our new prez.
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous

LOL. Add McCain dies in 6 months from heart attack and Palin leads the economy and our foreign affairs.
>> Anonymous

>> Anonymous
The world is fucked anywayz, what does it matter now?
>> Anonymous
There's already another creepythread going... on page 1, faggot.
>> Anonymous
Someone post Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark; it was in a lithursday thread this morning.
>> Anonymous
now THAT'S scary
>> Anonymous
Do not turn around. It does not like to be seen
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
dude your mom does not count as creepy
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
Goddamn, this thread is making it pretty damn obvious that /b/ is going downhill bigtime. LRN2creepypasta
>> Anonymous
Fine, since even OP couldn't deliver, I will. Commencing dump.

?In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a medic in the German army had
completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire,
his encampment was a bloodbath. Those who survived claimed to have heard, above the screams and
barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic had made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times
before, but never had he been this short on supplies. No matter. He would do his duty. He had always
prided himself on his resourcefulness.

The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still
hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. They
discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh.
Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available.
Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.

The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached
him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that large patches of his skin, muscle,
and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was almost completely dried of blood. In one
hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated for wounds that
night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.
>> Anonymous
?There's a small, inconspicious building called "Padraic Willoughsby and Co." in the industrial district of
Birmingham, UK. Most of the time, its doors are locked and the windows are draped. However, on
February 29th of every leap year, there will be a small plastic container outside the front door
containing business cards. On the front of the card it says in large capital letters, "PADRAIC
in nearly illegibly small type it says "The blood of the innocent." Any night after midnight one can come
to Paidraic Willoughsby and Co. and slide their card through the door, and the door will instantly
unlock. Inside there is an empty room with white walls. No light reaches this room, except for a small
sliver from the other end of the room. When you approach this room you will find that it is actually
another door. When you knock on it, a voice will ask "What makes a man become exalted?" and you
must respond with the phrase on the back of the card: "The blood of the innocent." The door will open
and you will come into another room, a kind of lounge. Inside it you will find around 5-10 people,
depending on the night, sitting around smoking and drinking brandy, all in late Edwardian period dress.
There is absolutely no conversation at all in this room and, it is nearly silent except for the phonograph
which plays the exact same record over and over, ad infinitum. If you attempt to speak to one of the
patrons, they will promptly ignore you and pretend as if you were not there. Towards the south wing of
the room you will find a large, round table, slightly different from the others. On it will be a quill pen and
a document. The document shows all of your personal information: name, birth date, place of residence,
criminal record, greatest fears, etc. At the bottom of the document is a long line that asks for your
signature. No one knows what happens if you sign it.
>> Anonymous
* If the flame of a candle flickers and then turns blue, there's a spirit in the room.
* If a bird flies through your house, it indicates important news. If it can't get out, the news will be death.
* If you feel a chill up your spine, someone is walking on your future grave.
* A bat in the house is a sign of death.
* If a person experiences great horror, their hair turns white.
* Eat an apple on Christmas Eve for good health the next year.
>> Anonymous
Don't have the pic for this, but continuing dump. Am I the only one posting here?

?Special Containment Procedures: Item SPC-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
re-locked behind them. At all times, two persons must be looking at SCP-173 until all personnel have
vacated and re-locked the container.

Description: Moved to Site19 1993, little is known about item number SCP-173's origins. It is
constructed from concrete and rebar and was once painted with Crylon brand spraypaint.

SCP-173 is animate and malevolent, if given the chance it will kill anyone within its line of sight. Its
weakness however is that it does not move while being watched. Despite this paralysis it is still highly
dangerous, able to cover at least 2 meters in the literal blink of an eye. It typically kills by either
snapping the victim's neck from behind, or grabbing the victim's throat and strangling them. Whatever
animates SCP-173 does not give it much force with which to break things; as seen above, a large room
with unbarred windows is fully capable of containing it. Its grip however is unbreakable, as when it is
not moving the statue is as hard and strong as concrete.

While left alone in its room, one can hear a stone-on-stone scraping from within that is believed to be
the sound of the SCP-173 moving about.

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. We don't know (nor
wish to find out) where it comes from or how it arrives but SCP-173's container will slowly fill with
these substances. In order to ensure that bacterial growth within does not begin to damage the building
it is contained in, and to maintain some level of sanitation, the enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly
>> Anonymous
If you travel to the furthest glaciers in the south, it is said you can walk into the canyons of ice there. If you find the junction of two canyons that form a perfect square, you can lie down in the middle there and feel no cold.

If you listen, the ice will speak and what it says will make poor men rich, and sane men mad.
>> Anonymous
Rumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror, there will be a faint image of an infant with no flesh and pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering.

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

That person will be found dead the next morning, with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.
>> Anonymous
Continuing dumping.

?Chief Scientist’s Log 12/over 9000/2007 12:31 AM

A new find was brought into the lab today. Men working the demolition of a condemned warehouse at
this facility discovered a rusty oil barrel that seemed to exude cold. Preliminary electromagnetic field
readings yielded chaotic data before the equipment died. Barrel appears to be constructed of stainless
steel and, again, radiates cold.

13/over 9000/2007 9:00 PM

We opened the barrel today inside a sealed chamber. Chamber immediately frosted over. Unidentified
entity found within the barrel. Appears to be gaseous and black. Indeed, the very light surrounding it
appears to be “sucked in” by it’s presence. Appears to be sentient, but does not communicate in any
understood way. Biological matter that comes into contact with the Entity seems to disintegrate.

14/over 9000/2007 10:11 AM

An intern entered the sealed chamber alone today, without his hazard suit. He was not seen again. The
Entity has double in size since being released from containment. Has become aggressive. We are
sealing off the chamber immediately in light of it’s flesh-consuming properties and rapid growth. All
research is halted.

14/over 9000/2007 11:00 AM

It’s gone. God help us, it’s escaped.
>> 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
ITT: tl;dr
>> Anonymous
Moar in the dump.

?An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn't certain of which direction to go, and he'd
forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He'd sat down for a moment to rest his
weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and
with a cackle, spoke: "Now your *third* wish. What will it be?"
"Third wish?" The man was baffled. "How can it be a third wish if I haven't had a first and second wish?"
"You've had two wishes already," the hag said, "but your second wish was for me to return everything
to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That's why you remember nothing; because
everything is the way it was before you made any wishes." She cackled at the poor man. "So it is that
you have one wish left."
"All right," he said, "I don't believe this, but there's no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am."
"Funny," said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. "That was your first
>> Anonymous
Every time you exhale, a little bit of your soul escapes. Luckily, you almost always inhale it back before anyone else gets to it. Almost.

Ever fogged up a mirror with your breath?

Don’t do that.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
More dump.

?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. For the
remaining 45 minutes of video, until the batteries in the camera died, it remained in its stationary position.

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 height and stature of the woman in the video didn't come close to matching the body they'd found in
the oven.
>> Anonymous
I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed.

Today a friend of mine told me a story.

His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):

“They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them.

The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren’t already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door…
>> Anonymous
About halfway through my dump.

?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.



>> Anonymous
* Once for you skin, which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh.
* Twice for your muscle, which she’ll gnash her teeth on between victims.
* Thrice for your bones, which she’ll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims.
* Four times for your heart, which she’ll wear around her neck.
* Five times for your teeth, which she’ll polish and keep in a box.
* Six times for your eyes, which she’ll see the faces of your loved ones through.
* Seven times for your soul, which she’ll eat whole - you can never pass while you’re in her stomach.

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

You can try to outrun her, but she’s faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she’s knocking on your door, she won’t be so courteous when she catches up to you.

Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that’s right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again.

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

>> ­
>> Anonymous
Even more dumping.?

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him
his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and
no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances.
So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to
bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door.
He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down
and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a
hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was
leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He
almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He
crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and
looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out
besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the
night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and
said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as
well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it.
But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
actually, if is a female, then it would be muerta blanca. so obviously the story is false and you can relax
>> Anonymous
If you knew what Mount Rushmore really was you wouldn’t have turned it into a tourist attraction. You probably couldn’t go near it without vomiting.
>> Anonymous
You ever think somethin’ bad, and you start thinkin’, you know, that if the person next to you could read your mind you’d be in deep shit?

And then you think, “nah, no such thing as telepaths, don’t be silly?” Cherish those few moments of paranoia. It’s the only time they’re not listening.
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
Dump continued.

?If you stand alone at the corner of Church St. and Market St. in Charleston, South Carolina at 3 AM,
you see a man coming down Church St. wearing a black hat and black cape with stringy white hair and
weathered skin. He'll stop at one of the two corners directly across from where you are standing and
start to walk the corner directly opposite from where he is standing. When he reaches about halfway
(dead center of the intersection) and nobody else has arrived, he'll stop, turn, and look directly at you.

If you do not blink for roughly 20-30 seconds he'll tip his hat to you and walk along his way,
disappearing into the dark shadows of the trees that line the streets. Nobody knows what happens if
you follow him.

If you do blink before he tips his hat, the very first thing you will see is the man standing directly in front
of you. He'll grin maliciously at you and draw a blade hidden in the shaft of the cane and slash you
across your throat, but you will not feel a thing. You will, however, pass out and remain in a comatose
state until the sun rises over the horizon.

For the next six nights, you will have a recurring dream of the man walking down the street, appearing
suddenly before you, and slashing your throat. On the seventh night, the events will replay the same up
until he stops in the middle of the intersection. At this point, he'll say, "It's been fun playing with you,
boy, but now it's time for you to go. Don't ever let me see you again." He'll then tip his hat and walk
away before you wake up.

Nobody knows what happens if you visit the corner a second time.
>> Anonymous
There is a doorway, one that can be any door, at any time. This door leads nowhere, yet there lies a realm of twisted reality to the opener. This door exists for everyone - some never encounter it in their lives, others unknowingly open it and step through.

The problem is you can’t tell if the door is open to you, until years after you step through it. You’ll see them, and they’ll finally see you.
>> Anonymous
The dump rages on.

?And I am always with you.

I was there from the time you were born. I stood in the delivery room, staring down at you before you
could even open your eyes to see me. Your parents, relatives and doctors couldn’t see me there, in the
corner, watching you with cloudy eyes, but I was there from the time you were born.

And I followed you home.

I was with you always, your constant companion. You played with your toys alone while I stared from
all angles in nearby mirrors; my matted, clotted hair with oily sweat that hung off my dented forehead
like glue. I was always your constant companion, drifting behind your mother’s car on your ride to
preschool. You alone in the bathroom, but I was on the other side of the door, wind whistling through
the bruised hole in my throat. My arms twisted and hanging in their sockets as I stood hunched on the
other side of the shower curtain. I wait and follow you. I follow and drift behind you.

I’m not seen. I’m almost not-there in light. You never saw me that morning as I sat across from you at
the breakfast table, a shiny red clot hanging from an empty tooth socket as I gaped grotesquely at you.
I wonder sometimes if you know I’m there. I think you are aware, but you’ll never understand just how
close I am.

I spend hours of your day doing nothing more than breathing in your ear.

Breathing –– gagging, really.
>> Anonymous
Part 2:

?I crave to be close to you, to always wrap my crippled arms around your neck. I lie near you ever
single night, cloudy eyes staring at your ceiling, underneath your bed, at your sleeping face in the dark.

Yes. You caught me staring occasionally. Your parents came running down to your room one night
when you screamed. You were just beginning to talk, so you were only able to cry out “Man! Man in
my room!” You thought you’d never forget the sight of me, with my collapsed jaw hanging to my chest,
swinging back and forth. I sank back into your closet and your mother was unable to see me though
you pointed and pointed and pointed. You thought you’d never forget when they left that same night.
You saw the closet door crack so softly and me crawling across the floor to your bed on all fours,
shambling in jerking movements as I pushed myself under your bed on disjointed limbs.

You learned a new word for me: boogeyman. Not quite the monster you thought I was. I’m just waiting
and following you always, touching your face with my knotted fingers as you sleep.
>> Anonymous
Part 3:

?You’ll see me again soon. Any day now, I’m coming, blunt and brutal. One day you’ll walk across the
road and –– I believe I’ll plow into you with loud roar and a screech.

You rolling on the pavement, rolling under wheels, blunt force metal fenders and my fingers touching
your face again and again.

As you stare up from the cold pavement with cloudy eyes; your matted, clotted hair hanging in your
face and your jaw unhinged and swinging to your chest.

You’ll see me approaching.

No one else will see me. You will stare past them into my eyes and I’ll leer down at you. For the first
time in our life, something like a smile will come over my face. You’ll swear you’re looking into a mirror
as clotted red bubbles from our mouths.

I’ll lean down, past the doctors and the ogling people and pick you up in my crooked arms.

Our faces will touch. My wings will unfurl. And then you’ll have to follow me.

And I am always with you.

I am your guardian angel.
>> Anonymous
Dump's almost done

?As a child, I was always quiet, and my conversations with others would always end up awkward.
Because of that, I always preferred to be alone growing up. Which probably explains my strange
obsession with toys, being as old as I am. They never talk. They just stare. I have to say though, being
alone in an apartment full of figurines can be creepy sometimes.

However, being with my girl for almost two years, she understands my obsession well, but with this
much, she would probably be shocked when she first sees them.

That night, she was more than excited to see my house. as we approached the door, she could barely
contain her excitement, so without further delay, I swing the front door open. “Make yourself at home.”
I say to her, “it’s kind of messy, but its more comfortable than it l-” her face was in shock, then absolute
terror as she started to scream.

I tried to calm her, but it just got worse. I was puzzled. is she afraid of my toys? “I understand it’s a bit
strange, but is it that horrifying? I take a quick look in my house but there’s nothing horrific. I had to
calm her down, as the neighbors were starting to come out. With a quick impulse, I quickly drag her in
my house as I try to ease her mind. Her screaming just got louder and louder. At this point, I had no
choice but to put my hand over her mouth. She watched me in terror with tears rolling down her face. I
turn around and they were all staring at me as well.
I’m alone again. I placed her doll on the top shelf above all the others I have dated. Her look made me
feel depressed, so I made it face the wall until I was able to get over it.
>> Anonymous
Final part of my dump.

?You just moved into your new apartment, in a very big city. After a year of this life, you have almost
given up hope of making any friends; be it at work or any other means. You feel very lonely. After
looking for a peaceful place to spend your time, you find a quiet diner on the outskirts of town. The
waitress is very attractive. Also, she seems to be the only employee there, ever. You never see anyone
else eat there either, ever. The place is perfect for you.

Making love to her becomes a routine. You go there every night for dinner, and then to see her.

You eventually make other friends, and eat at the diner less and less. After some time you stop going completely.

At a bar with your best friend, you tell him about the fun you had with the waitress at the diner. He says
he absolutely must see her. You take him there one night, but the building is in a state of ruin. The front
door barely opens. The grimy insides of the diner are disgusting, and, behind the counter, is moldy
corpse, reeking of rot.

When the police come to the scene, they interview both you and your friend. You are shocked to hear
that the body is of a runaway girl from another province. The police tell you this is a homicide, and that
she was also raped dozens of times, after she was killed. The police say they can get a match for DNA
and eliminate you as a suspect. You are suddenly very worried.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
i'll just leave this here.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Did someone call for a BAWWWW thread?
>> Anonymous
scared the fuck out of me
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
Anyone who clicks .gifs in creepy threads deserve it
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
Second last part of my dump, found a story I had forgotten about.

?One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until
after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.

His desk was next to the window, and he turned and stared outside. It looked liked a picture. When it
was home time at the school, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could
grab it.

He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress
with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.

She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they
knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said “no.” He was devastated.
>> Anonymous
The phone rings, you get up to answer it.

"... oh! Yes! Hello there. I was wondering, might I have a few minutes of your time?"
"Uh, sure, alright."

The phone clicks. You feel a little older.
>> Anonymous
Then obviously you haven't seen it the first 100 times samefag dumped it in creepypasta threads
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)

Just like on Doctor Who!

Pic related.
>> Anonymous
Finally final part of my dump.

?When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said “no.”
It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got
scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his
bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it,
it was gone.

The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, “Sorry, no.” When his
mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said “no.” He went to his room, placed the
picture on his desk and fell asleep.

Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and went to the window. Outside,
was a faint shape across the street. He snuck downstairs and looked out the front door, the shape was
still blurry, but there was definitely something there. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got
hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.

The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and
picked it up. He smiled. He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers……
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
Nice to meet you, really.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)

>> Anonymous

Oh man, that's a good one.
>> Anonymous

I expected it, and it loaded slowly, but still.


Glad I need to stay up for a while, anyways.
>> 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 two 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."
>> Anonymous

i lol'd
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Realized I have a few pictures I can dump. They're not great, but oh well, this thread would suck without me.
>> Anonymous
Well played...well played... I actually had a single pang of fear, but I didn't move at all from my seat.
>> Anonymous
During the war a soldier faithfully wrote his mother every week so she would know he was all right, until one week she didn't get a letter and immediately began to worry. Within a couple of weeks she got a letter from the Army saying that her son had been captured and was being held in a Prisoner-of-War camp, and they assured her that they had no reason to believe the American prisoners were being mistreated in any way. A few weeks later the woman finally received another letter from her son, it read: "Dear Mom, Try not to worry about me, they are treating us well and I'll be released as soon as the war is over. Make sure that little Teddy gets the stamp for his collection. Love you, Joe" The woman was overjoyed to hear the news, but was confused because she had no idea who "little Teddy" was. She decided to steam the stamp from the envelope and have a look. When she did she saw that written on the back of the stamp were the words: "They've cut off my legs".
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Continuing the image dump.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
One of my personal favourites from my image dump.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Hey /b/, I'm having relationship problems XD
>> Anonymous ?suomynonA ??????????

that was fucking scary as hell

+9000 internets
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Weak image, but tends to occassionally creep people out. Only one more in my dump for you.
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous

lol o w8 ya we do, my bad yo x3
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
This dump's been fun, but now I have to run along, anon.
>> Anonymous
can anyone please post the red-eye creepypasta comic, that one made me shit brix
>> Anonymous
inb4 PHONE
>> Anonymous
Palin as president
>> Anonymous

More of these, or source? I remember there was huge dump way back when.
>> Anonymous

During the war a soldier faithfully wrote his mother every week so she would know he was all right, until one week she didn't get a letter and immediately began to worry. Within a couple of weeks she got a letter from the Army saying that her son had been captured and was being held in a Prisoner-of-War camp, and they assured her that they had no reason to believe the American prisoners were being mistreated in any way. A few weeks later the woman finally received another letter from her son, it read: "Dear Mom, Try not to worry about me, they are treating us well and I'll be released as soon as the war is over. Make sure that little Cindy gets the stamp for her collection. Love you, John" The woman was overjoyed to hear the news, but was confused because she had no idea who "little Cindy" was. She decided to steam the stamp from the envelope and have a look. When she did she saw that written on the back of the stamp were the words: "I can't move my arms above my fucking head".
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)

>> Anonymous
lol@'huge dump'.
>> ?
     File :-(, x)
could someone post the one about the photographer in the woods? its one of my faves

in return, CP
>> Anonymous
It's been a while since I've seen one of these.

Anon, I now love you again.
>> Anonymous
A man, at about the age of 30 went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check-in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and all, 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. So he went to his room, and went to bed. The next night he was curious as to what was in the room, so he walked down the hall to where it was and of course tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. So he bent down and looked through the keyhole. What he saw was a hotel bedroom and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning up against a wall and her head was facing the wall. He stared in confusion for a while then went back to his room. The next day, he went back to the room and looked through the keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn\rquote t make anything out, all he saw was red.\par
At this point he was confused and a little freaked out. He went to the front desk and asked the lady about the room. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and the lady 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 are red."
>> Anonymous
During a wedding reception of a young couple the guests decided on a drunken game of hide and seek. It was decided that the groom was "it" and he eventually found everyone but his new bride. Eventually the man became furious and decided it wasn't funny anymore and left her there. As weeks went by he accepted that she'd had second thoughts and went on with her life so he did the same. A few years later a cleaning lady dusted off an old trunk in the attic of the building where the reception had taken place, out of curiosity she opened it. Inside the trunk was the rotted body of the missing bride who'd apparently became locked in the trunk she'd hid in. Whether she'd suffocated or starved was unknown, but her face was frozen in a scream.
>> Anonymous

>> Anonymous
Someone post the one about the keeper of the end.
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn' t sure of which direction to go, and he' d forgotten both where he was traveling to\'85and who he was.\par
He' d sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him.\par
She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: Now your third wish. What will it be?
Third wish? The man was baffled. How can it be a third wish if I haven' t had a first and second wish?
You'VE had two wishes already, the hag said, but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That's why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes. She cackled at the poor man. So it is that you have one wish left.
All right, he said hesitantly, I don' t believe this, but there s no harm in trying. I wish to know who I am.
Funny, said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. That was your first wish.
>> Anonymous
How come everybody keeps stealing stories from the library books I got in like Elementary School? They were called Scary Stories 1,2,&3 ironically.
>> Anonymous

All the Holders at your fingertips.
>> Anonymous
Anon, deliver plz!
>> Anonymous

Just like those annoying ghosts in Mario.
>> Anonymous

Speaking of which,

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.