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you bastardS.R.S. said:Go to ED and search creepy pasta.
OT: http://www.fat-pie.com/salad.htm
salad fingers: really creepy, not in an horrifying way but it still gives You the creeps
Well you should be atleast seeing something on the horizon if you're reading this thread.Obsideo said:
That didn't get me. Which is very odd because things that go "Boo" usually scare me.S.R.S. said:Go to ED and search creepy pasta.
Edit: 26 minutes apart and I still double post.
I officially hate you S.R.S, hate!S.R.S. said:Are you sure? This is not for the faint of heart...Chamale said:
Every child fears under their bed. If they don't, they fear the closet, or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door.
Scientists know that children are more perceptive, they see things adults don't. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. They see what is truly there.
They see the monsters.
If you were to borrow a child's eyes and see through them for a night, you would go insane. To be able to see what you only dimly remember, burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas, hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back...would drive an adult crazy. Because Adults forget the rules.
1)Cover yourself. If you can't see it, it can't see you. Even if it makes it harder to breathe.
2) Don't make a noise. Every whimper can lead to destruction.
3) Don't move. It attracts their attention.
4) Only light can make them go away. Bright light. Flashlights make it worse.
Teens are caught in the middle. They still feel what's there, but they cannot see... and they forget the rules....
Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers, subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep -them- away? .....
It's not. Now look behind you with a child's eyes and try not to scream.
Due to the censored nature of the forums, I've had to cut back on the gore/mutilations/human centipede knock offs.
But if you can find "Serbian Film" or "The Grifter" That will fuck your shit up! Oh yeah, I forgot... don't stare too long.
Little girls in horror movies: The most fucking scary thing you can EVER make a horror movie with, even unintentionally.
What am I exactly supposed to be afraid of in the two videos? Entry #1 seems like some guy just went around the room with a camcorder and recorded random stuff. Entry #6 looks like a dinosaur with Christmas lights wrapped around it went past the window. I suppose seeing a dinosaur would be scary.RamirezDoEverything said:
Here's one I wrote.
If you're unlucky enough you can find, its a small desolate town and the only way to find it is to be lost. When you arrive it will seem rundown but peacefull and surreal. You'll notice that the time has changed, it is now late morning, warm with a cool breeze blowing through. Get out and find a towns person, anyone of them will do, and ask "Where is the garden?" they will point you in the right direction, go there. You'll find yourself in a small community called Leisure Acrs that rest on hill. The houses are beautifly and well built but still have a eerie feeling of being empty and unlived in, even while you can sometimes see childeren and adults outside playing or working. Contiune up the hill, at the top it will seem like you can only turn left. Only take this turn if you want to leave and you will find yourself back at the interstate pointed in the right direction to your orignial destination. If not contuine foward and go over the hill.
In between two houses you'll see a beautifly white and red house, park your car and go around back. Do not go into the house or knock on the door or your adventure will end. In the back under a blossom tree is a young man reading a book, what he is reading is of no importance to you, do not try and look in it or you will be asked to leave. There will be a chair next to his as if he was waiting for you. Sit in, he will turn to you and offer a cigarette. You can decline if you choose too but do so politely or he will ask you to leave. Afterwards he will then tell you stories of morbid murder and death, do not interrupt him or you will end up in these stories. The stories are horrible and described so well it will seems as if you are there experiencing them, so you don't interrupt inless you want to experience them for real. I should know, my least favorite is the man who was cut slowly to death from a drug deal go wrong. These stories have one thing in common they all take place in the town, after each one he will say "but its peacefull here now." You can trust him on this.
After he is finish he will tell you the secretes of the afterlife, and it told it varys form person to person depending on belifes and how you have lived your life. For me he looked in my eyes, he knew every sin I commited and told me what lays before me in death. For other people I am not sure some say it will be horrible and torturest and others say it will be peacfull and inviting.After his done he will turn to you and then offer you a choice. "You can leave now and face the afterlife I have told you. Or loss one day in your lifespan and your soul can rest here, in my peacefull town." If you accept, he will say "That is good, but remeber this is a peacfull place now when you do arrive here after you die, do not commite your sins twice again." Afterwords he will shake your hand and ask you to leave saying "You will return when ready." If you decline, he will thank you for the company and ask you to leave. Whatever your decision you will not be able to find this place again, well alive anyways.
Oh and for what I choose? Well lets just say I hope to see you in the garden sometime its so peacefull here...
In between two houses you'll see a beautifly white and red house, park your car and go around back. Do not go into the house or knock on the door or your adventure will end. In the back under a blossom tree is a young man reading a book, what he is reading is of no importance to you, do not try and look in it or you will be asked to leave. There will be a chair next to his as if he was waiting for you. Sit in, he will turn to you and offer a cigarette. You can decline if you choose too but do so politely or he will ask you to leave. Afterwards he will then tell you stories of morbid murder and death, do not interrupt him or you will end up in these stories. The stories are horrible and described so well it will seems as if you are there experiencing them, so you don't interrupt inless you want to experience them for real. I should know, my least favorite is the man who was cut slowly to death from a drug deal go wrong. These stories have one thing in common they all take place in the town, after each one he will say "but its peacefull here now." You can trust him on this.
After he is finish he will tell you the secretes of the afterlife, and it told it varys form person to person depending on belifes and how you have lived your life. For me he looked in my eyes, he knew every sin I commited and told me what lays before me in death. For other people I am not sure some say it will be horrible and torturest and others say it will be peacfull and inviting.After his done he will turn to you and then offer you a choice. "You can leave now and face the afterlife I have told you. Or loss one day in your lifespan and your soul can rest here, in my peacefull town." If you accept, he will say "That is good, but remeber this is a peacfull place now when you do arrive here after you die, do not commite your sins twice again." Afterwords he will shake your hand and ask you to leave saying "You will return when ready." If you decline, he will thank you for the company and ask you to leave. Whatever your decision you will not be able to find this place again, well alive anyways.
Oh and for what I choose? Well lets just say I hope to see you in the garden sometime its so peacefull here...
Hmm...a lot of this stuff got less and less creepy as time went on...of course I am on my computer at college waiting for my World Literature class to start (still have 3.5 hours to go) so it helps a bit I imagine...
I haven't look at the Marble Hornet or Threads stuff yet so I may do that.
I haven't look at the Marble Hornet or Threads stuff yet so I may do that.
S.R.S. said:I'm just trying to beat Pararaptor as the creepiest escapist. So far I've gotten about 50 people that have shat their pants. Still... I've got worse.Razavn said:Well...this thread has been interesting..the S.R.S. post and Pokemon ones were probably the oddest though (and in the S.R.S. post just cruel)
Nah, your stuff wasn't too creepy but it bad
considering I usually hate "scary" stuff but have stuck around for this may show other things about me Anyways, for the .gif I had started reading and had turned my head to the side to grab a bite to eat and then the face flashed...my ass left the seat by about an inch or too and I am glad my laptob didn't fall off.
I never knew I had such strong buttocks muscles lol
Well, you are indeed giving Paraptor a run for his money...
Happy Scaring,
Raz
Scare update! Found a good one this time.
Still no messages on my phone.
I guess he wasn?t going to call me back after all. I can?t really blame him, maybe I came on a bit too fast yesterday.
I had noticed him long before he noticed me. His shiny black hair and unnatural blue eyes. I wasn?t the only one watching him, that?s for sure. His movements were elegant in a boyish way. And his smile?his smile.
I would die for that smile.
Still no messages?
I thought about calling him, maybe apologize for going too fast yesterday. I?m a coward, I know, but I just couldn?t bring myself to dial his number.
Besides he?d promised he?d contact me when he?s ready.
So I?ll wait. I?m patient.
I know, I?ll just casually stroll past his house. Just to see if he?s home. Maybe he?s out, that would explain why he couldn?t call me yet.
He only lives half an hour away anyway. Maybe he?s shy and is scared to call me. Silly boy. I?ll go to him and tell him that he doesn?t have to be scared. That I don?t mind if he needs time.
He lives pretty secluded in a farm on the outskirts of town. I can hear the sheep in the stables as I approach. My heart skips when I see there?s lights burning inside. He must be there, he told me yesterday his parents would be gone for the weekend. They left him to look after the sheep for those days. Poor baby, that must be hard work. He was probably just too busy to call me. I?ll have to stay here until his parents come back and help him take care of all those sheep.
I knock on the door, but he doesn?t answer. Maybe he fell asleep. The thought of his beautiful face even more softened by sleep makes me smile. I try the door, it?s unlocked. There?s hardly any crime around here, so I guess locking the door is not needed. I try to be as quiet as possible as I sneak through the house. I want to surprise him. I cringe at every creak the stairs make as I climb them.
Finally I?ve reached the bedroom and I carefully open the door.
There he is, lying in bed as I thought. Quietly I switch on the nightlight on his desk so I can see his face.
His blue eyes are open, staring into space and his whole face is one bloody mess. His cheeks have been carved, the skin mostly removed and hanging loose on the sides of his face. He?s missing his fingernails, they are laid out on the bed carefully arranged. On his bare chest words are carved.
I look at him, my hands covering my mouth.
He?s still the same as I left him yesterday. He must have been so tired that he slept all day. How cute!
I softly kiss his forehead, making sure I don?t wake him. Then I write another message below the one on his chest, letting him know I?m here when he needs me.
I leave the room, heading back outside. I think it?s time for the sheep to go to sleep.
And tomorrow I?ll introduce myself to his parents. I?m sure they?ll love me too.
I guess he wasn?t going to call me back after all. I can?t really blame him, maybe I came on a bit too fast yesterday.
I had noticed him long before he noticed me. His shiny black hair and unnatural blue eyes. I wasn?t the only one watching him, that?s for sure. His movements were elegant in a boyish way. And his smile?his smile.
I would die for that smile.
Still no messages?
I thought about calling him, maybe apologize for going too fast yesterday. I?m a coward, I know, but I just couldn?t bring myself to dial his number.
Besides he?d promised he?d contact me when he?s ready.
So I?ll wait. I?m patient.
I know, I?ll just casually stroll past his house. Just to see if he?s home. Maybe he?s out, that would explain why he couldn?t call me yet.
He only lives half an hour away anyway. Maybe he?s shy and is scared to call me. Silly boy. I?ll go to him and tell him that he doesn?t have to be scared. That I don?t mind if he needs time.
He lives pretty secluded in a farm on the outskirts of town. I can hear the sheep in the stables as I approach. My heart skips when I see there?s lights burning inside. He must be there, he told me yesterday his parents would be gone for the weekend. They left him to look after the sheep for those days. Poor baby, that must be hard work. He was probably just too busy to call me. I?ll have to stay here until his parents come back and help him take care of all those sheep.
I knock on the door, but he doesn?t answer. Maybe he fell asleep. The thought of his beautiful face even more softened by sleep makes me smile. I try the door, it?s unlocked. There?s hardly any crime around here, so I guess locking the door is not needed. I try to be as quiet as possible as I sneak through the house. I want to surprise him. I cringe at every creak the stairs make as I climb them.
Finally I?ve reached the bedroom and I carefully open the door.
There he is, lying in bed as I thought. Quietly I switch on the nightlight on his desk so I can see his face.
His blue eyes are open, staring into space and his whole face is one bloody mess. His cheeks have been carved, the skin mostly removed and hanging loose on the sides of his face. He?s missing his fingernails, they are laid out on the bed carefully arranged. On his bare chest words are carved.
I look at him, my hands covering my mouth.
He?s still the same as I left him yesterday. He must have been so tired that he slept all day. How cute!
I softly kiss his forehead, making sure I don?t wake him. Then I write another message below the one on his chest, letting him know I?m here when he needs me.
I leave the room, heading back outside. I think it?s time for the sheep to go to sleep.
And tomorrow I?ll introduce myself to his parents. I?m sure they?ll love me too.
After waking up with a jolt, the girl laid in bed a few seconds longer. Reaching over to switch on her bedside lamp, she tried to remember exactly what had stolen her sweet slumber away. When she couldn?t, the brunette swung her legs over the side of the bed and heaved herself up. Checking the time on her phone, she snorted when she saw it was midnight- the witching hour. Knowing that sleep would only evade her, she left her bedroom for the kitchen, a good cup of coffee on her mind.
As she passed by her front door, a chill spread like liquid fire down her spine. It?s only winter, she told herself, focusing again on the coffee plan. Measuring out scoops, water, and preparing her cup kept her occupied, but as the dark liquid boiled, she had nothing left to keep her mind from wandering off. The chill returned and she couldn?t help but glance behind her to the front door. It stood there innocently enough, just like always. The dead bolt was still in place and she could see nothing amiss with it. Turning back to her coffee, she did her best to forget about the feeling.
With her cup in hand, she started back towards her bedroom. As she walked by the front door, she decided that a quick glance out of the peep hole would help calm her restless mind. The chill worsened with each step she took towards the door and further away from the safety and warmth of her blankets. She pressed her empty hand against the cold, metal door and took a deep breath before leading her eye to the peep hole.
At first, she could only see an inky blackness and somehow seemed to swirl in itself. When she blinked in surprise, the void melted away. She wished it hadn?t. In it?s place, there stood what she could only guess was once a man. The limbs were long and inhumanly awkward, with bulky joints branching off into several arms, not unlike the branches of a tree. The creature was drapped in a black suit, somehow making the thing more nightmarish to her. The icing on the proverbial cake, however, was what passed as the hellish thing?s face. It was as though her mind blurred the ghastly visage to spare itself further shock and horror.
She shoved herself away from the door with the hand still pressed against it. The scalding mug of coffee fell, the liquid burning her bare legs as she fell backwards and tried to crawl away from the door. She knew, somehow, that her mind hadn?t been playing tricks on her. As she crab walked away from the door, she watched as tendrels as black as the void she first saw snake around through the cracks. The girl was trapped between the instinct to flee and the gut feeling to not turn her back on the door. When the door jolted, the urge to flee overcame her and she slipped in the burning liquid as she tried to make it back to her room.
She knew deep down that she was trapping herself in a corner, but she had to get away from the door. The girl was halfway down the hallway when she heard the previously locked door creak open. She screamed and slipped into a wall, cracking her chin on it and stunning her.
After that, there was only blackness
As she passed by her front door, a chill spread like liquid fire down her spine. It?s only winter, she told herself, focusing again on the coffee plan. Measuring out scoops, water, and preparing her cup kept her occupied, but as the dark liquid boiled, she had nothing left to keep her mind from wandering off. The chill returned and she couldn?t help but glance behind her to the front door. It stood there innocently enough, just like always. The dead bolt was still in place and she could see nothing amiss with it. Turning back to her coffee, she did her best to forget about the feeling.
With her cup in hand, she started back towards her bedroom. As she walked by the front door, she decided that a quick glance out of the peep hole would help calm her restless mind. The chill worsened with each step she took towards the door and further away from the safety and warmth of her blankets. She pressed her empty hand against the cold, metal door and took a deep breath before leading her eye to the peep hole.
At first, she could only see an inky blackness and somehow seemed to swirl in itself. When she blinked in surprise, the void melted away. She wished it hadn?t. In it?s place, there stood what she could only guess was once a man. The limbs were long and inhumanly awkward, with bulky joints branching off into several arms, not unlike the branches of a tree. The creature was drapped in a black suit, somehow making the thing more nightmarish to her. The icing on the proverbial cake, however, was what passed as the hellish thing?s face. It was as though her mind blurred the ghastly visage to spare itself further shock and horror.
She shoved herself away from the door with the hand still pressed against it. The scalding mug of coffee fell, the liquid burning her bare legs as she fell backwards and tried to crawl away from the door. She knew, somehow, that her mind hadn?t been playing tricks on her. As she crab walked away from the door, she watched as tendrels as black as the void she first saw snake around through the cracks. The girl was trapped between the instinct to flee and the gut feeling to not turn her back on the door. When the door jolted, the urge to flee overcame her and she slipped in the burning liquid as she tried to make it back to her room.
She knew deep down that she was trapping herself in a corner, but she had to get away from the door. The girl was halfway down the hallway when she heard the previously locked door creak open. She screamed and slipped into a wall, cracking her chin on it and stunning her.
After that, there was only blackness
One of my personal favorite creepy pasta stories:
Also, if this thread is getting too creepy for you, here's [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIsh1J4FbKU] a palette cleanser of sorts to help you sleep better (it's a video of a cute little girl).
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.?
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.?
Also, if this thread is getting too creepy for you, here's [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIsh1J4FbKU] a palette cleanser of sorts to help you sleep better (it's a video of a cute little girl).
That helped me with the video. Now all I imagine is Francis from L4D in the background.shewolf51 said: