The scary thread

[Ldude893]

I know that this isn't freaky to anyone who wasn't there, but a part of my old job involved manning a firetower about fifteen ks from anyone else. There is one road in, that you can observe at all times and the sides of the mountain that it sits on are too steep to climb easily. And, a guy died up there, heart attack, a couple of years ago, actually not all that uncommon for isolated jobs. (that last part is unrelated but gave me the jeebies)

But what really did my nuts in was the day the rains came. First off, when I climbed down to the tower's lower level at about mid day, I found the door open, most likely because the guy before me had forgotten to lock it, so the rain had gotten in and the floor was soaked. I tripped and twisted my ankle.

Then, at about 1300, radio reception went down, followed by power at about 1330. The storm hit at about 1400, bringing visibility down to a few meters and soon making the road out impassable. To take stock at this point, I was trapped fifteen ks from the nearest help, with a twisted ankle, no comms, no power and I couldn't see what was happening outside. I grabbed my torch and book and tried to while away the day.

The footsteps started at about 1600, not the sort of soft scrape of a roo at rest or the individual scrabble of a leap, but a very distinct one, two, one, two on the gravel around my tower. It was probably not all that loud, but I heard it over the rain. The birds were quiet by then. The nesting pair of wedge tails had hunkered down, much like I had and either the cockies were being uncharacteristically silent or they had buggered off, I couldn't see.

This state of affairs carried on for about fifteen minutes, rain and a steady one two. Then something banged against the lower door. I had locked it to prevent the wind opening it again. There were only a couple of bangs, and no request for the door to open, just, again, a little faster than the footsteps, one two, one two, one two.

The rain died down just before knock off at 1800, just as the sun was setting. I locked up and went down to my car. Both doors were open, as was my pack. The contents were scattered around on the ground, books and cans of drink and a couple of bags of lollies. Nothing was gone, just scattered. I gathered my kit and buggered off back off the mountain.

I didn't tell anyone at work, they'd just call me a pussy or a wanker or something, but it did make me realise just how vulnerable we are when we leave the safety of other people. I imagine that's how cavemen felt when the campfire was far away and the wolves were howling. Or I would think that, but I really don't want to think about what is beyond our campfire.

So I kept to my job, and I kept my eyes open, and that is the only true scary thing that has really ever happened to me.

Damn you.

My car rolled down a hill 3:27pm that day. I hurt my left leg, I couldn't get reception due to the storm, I had bruises all over me and I lost my voice due to a cold. I saw a tower on a hill nearby so I thought I could find some help there (Yes, I know I could've stayed in the car until the storm died down, but what good did I know?). So I limped through a wet, freezing torrent of rain in the middle of a storm up the road leading towards the tower.
I passed by a parked car along the way, so I knew someone must be up there. By the time I got up the hill where the tower was, I was dazed, tired, confounded and soaked. I walked around the tower looking for an entrance, my foot were still hurting and worn down from the walk. I found the door and knocked on it. No one answered. I continued banging on it for awhile, there had to be someone inside. It was a locked steel door; I couldn't open it. I was really distressed.
Amidst the pouring rain, I decided to go back down to the car. I needed to get shelter from the rain. Fortunately for me, the doors were unlocked, and I crawled inside. There was a backpack in the front seat, I went through the bag expecting some food, thinking that whoever owned the car would understand. I took out a lolly from the bag when I saw headlights coming up from the road. Realizing that this may probably be the only chance to get help, I jumped out from the other door and staggered as fast as I could towards the main road. I got a ride and was driven to the nearest town 15 km away for help. I could've died on the mountains if I didn't catch that ride.

Jebus Christ, you could've killed me.

 

[Impluse_101]

Hey guys....I wanna show you all my cuddly friend...

...she loves hugs.

Spoiler: Cuddly~

 

[Drunkenclam]

scary stuff..

 

[the clockmaker]

I know that this isn't freaky to anyone who wasn't there, but a part of my old job involved manning a firetower about fifteen ks from anyone else. There is one road in, that you can observe at all times and the sides of the mountain that it sits on are too steep to climb easily. And, a guy died up there, heart attack, a couple of years ago, actually not all that uncommon for isolated jobs. (that last part is unrelated but gave me the jeebies)

But what really did my nuts in was the day the rains came. First off, when I climbed down to the tower's lower level at about mid day, I found the door open, most likely because the guy before me had forgotten to lock it, so the rain had gotten in and the floor was soaked. I tripped and twisted my ankle.

Then, at about 1300, radio reception went down, followed by power at about 1330. The storm hit at about 1400, bringing visibility down to a few meters and soon making the road out impassable. To take stock at this point, I was trapped fifteen ks from the nearest help, with a twisted ankle, no comms, no power and I couldn't see what was happening outside. I grabbed my torch and book and tried to while away the day.

The footsteps started at about 1600, not the sort of soft scrape of a roo at rest or the individual scrabble of a leap, but a very distinct one, two, one, two on the gravel around my tower. It was probably not all that loud, but I heard it over the rain. The birds were quiet by then. The nesting pair of wedge tails had hunkered down, much like I had and either the cockies were being uncharacteristically silent or they had buggered off, I couldn't see.

This state of affairs carried on for about fifteen minutes, rain and a steady one two. Then something banged against the lower door. I had locked it to prevent the wind opening it again. There were only a couple of bangs, and no request for the door to open, just, again, a little faster than the footsteps, one two, one two, one two.

The rain died down just before knock off at 1800, just as the sun was setting. I locked up and went down to my car. Both doors were open, as was my pack. The contents were scattered around on the ground, books and cans of drink and a couple of bags of lollies. Nothing was gone, just scattered. I gathered my kit and buggered off back off the mountain.

I didn't tell anyone at work, they'd just call me a pussy or a wanker or something, but it did make me realise just how vulnerable we are when we leave the safety of other people. I imagine that's how cavemen felt when the campfire was far away and the wolves were howling. Or I would think that, but I really don't want to think about what is beyond our campfire.

So I kept to my job, and I kept my eyes open, and that is the only true scary thing that has really ever happened to me.

Damn you.

My car rolled down a hill 3:27pm that day. I hurt my left leg, I couldn't get reception due to the storm, I had bruises all over me and I lost my voice due to a cold. I saw a tower on a hill nearby so I thought I could find some help there (Yes, I know I could've stayed in the car until the storm died down, but what good did I know?). So I limped through a wet, freezing torrent of rain in the middle of a storm up the road leading towards the tower.
I passed by a parked car along the way, so I knew someone must be up there. By the time I got up the hill where the tower was, I was dazed, tired, confounded and soaked. I walked around the tower looking for an entrance, my foot were still hurting and worn down from the walk. I found the door and knocked on it. No one answered. I continued banging on it for awhile, there had to be someone inside. It was a locked steel door; I couldn't open it. I was really distressed.
Amidst the pouring rain, I decided to go back down to the car. I needed to get shelter from the rain. Fortunately for me, the doors were unlocked, and I crawled inside. There was a backpack in the front seat, I went through the bag expecting some food, thinking that whoever owned the car would understand. I took out a lolly from the bag when I saw headlights coming up from the road. Realizing that this may probably be the only chance to get help, I jumped out from the other door and staggered as fast as I could towards the main road. I got a ride and was driven to the nearest town 15 km away for help. I could've died on the mountains if I didn't catch that ride.

Jebus Christ, you could've killed me.

Why were you on a military base?

 

[dalek sec]

Spoiler: You thought it was over

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Spoiler: Esrever

One day when riding my bike back from work, I noticed a man standing tightly against a building. He looked panicked, positively petrified. He was sweating bullets, shaking and muttering under his breath, with his eyes darting all about the street. I figured that he must be a junkie or something, but he was wearing a business suit, so he didn't exactly look like some lowlife bum. Maybe he was sick? Curious, I asked him "Are you alright, man?"
He immediately fixated his eyes on me and sputtered out "D-Don't come any closer!", to which I replied "Hey man... do you need me to call an ambulance or something?". He pinned himself even tighter to the wall. "N-No! Don't call anybody! Just get away from me!"
I began to get worried about this man. He was either tripping or losing his marbles, I had to get him an ambulance whether he wanted one or not. I pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open. He screamed. "No! Don't call anyone! Just... Just get away from here! Please! I'm begging you!". Something was clearly wrong with this man, I couldn't leave him like this. "Just calm down buddy... I'm gonna get you some help so just hang tight."

He screamed again, and stretched his leg out as far as he could while trying to keep his back against the wall, trying to kick the phone out of my hand, but I was much too far for him to reach. He looked up and down the street, and then quickly jerked off the wall and tried to grab the phone from me. I was much stronger than he was, so I had no trouble shoving him off and down to the ground.
But that's when I realized what kind of mistake I had just made.I could see a thick black line running down his back, and not a moment later, a pair of hands, and then an entire little creature, along with all of this man's innards burst out from his back. At first I had no clue what was going on, but then the creature told me everything. He was now inside my back, and if I let anyone see my back, he would burst out from inside of me, killing me, and possess the person who saw my back.
But luckily for me, he told me something interesting. If I could write down his name and get someone else to read it, then I'd be free of his curse and they would now bare him in their back.
Unfortunately for you, I'm not as nice as the man who had the demon in his back before me, and fortunately for me, you already read his name.

I don't get either, what's so scary about those pictures (besides the first one) and what was the daemons name in the second one? There's no hint or clues to it's name at all. D:

I've read alot of this stuff but I just don't get what's so scary about it. Not trolling but I just don't see what's so scary about alot of it.

 

[David_G]

Spoiler: You thought it was over

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Spoiler: Esrever

One day when riding my bike back from work, I noticed a man standing tightly against a building. He looked panicked, positively petrified. He was sweating bullets, shaking and muttering under his breath, with his eyes darting all about the street. I figured that he must be a junkie or something, but he was wearing a business suit, so he didn't exactly look like some lowlife bum. Maybe he was sick? Curious, I asked him "Are you alright, man?"
He immediately fixated his eyes on me and sputtered out "D-Don't come any closer!", to which I replied "Hey man... do you need me to call an ambulance or something?". He pinned himself even tighter to the wall. "N-No! Don't call anybody! Just get away from me!"
I began to get worried about this man. He was either tripping or losing his marbles, I had to get him an ambulance whether he wanted one or not. I pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open. He screamed. "No! Don't call anyone! Just... Just get away from here! Please! I'm begging you!". Something was clearly wrong with this man, I couldn't leave him like this. "Just calm down buddy... I'm gonna get you some help so just hang tight."

He screamed again, and stretched his leg out as far as he could while trying to keep his back against the wall, trying to kick the phone out of my hand, but I was much too far for him to reach. He looked up and down the street, and then quickly jerked off the wall and tried to grab the phone from me. I was much stronger than he was, so I had no trouble shoving him off and down to the ground.
But that's when I realized what kind of mistake I had just made.I could see a thick black line running down his back, and not a moment later, a pair of hands, and then an entire little creature, along with all of this man's innards burst out from his back. At first I had no clue what was going on, but then the creature told me everything. He was now inside my back, and if I let anyone see my back, he would burst out from inside of me, killing me, and possess the person who saw my back.
But luckily for me, he told me something interesting. If I could write down his name and get someone else to read it, then I'd be free of his curse and they would now bare him in their back.
Unfortunately for you, I'm not as nice as the man who had the demon in his back before me, and fortunately for me, you already read his name.

I don't get either, what's so scary about those pictures (besides the first one) and what was the daemons name in the second one? There's no hint or clues to it's name at all. D:

I've read alot of this stuff but I just don't get what's so scary about it. Not trolling but I just don't see what's so scary about alot of it.

TROLLLL!

Seriously, though. I guess it depends on the person, besides creepypasta quality has been downhill for quite some time now.

Also, the name of the demon... look at the name of the spoiler.

 

[LarenzoAOG]

Something pretty creepy happened to me yesterday, I was just sitting in my room minding my own buisness and my entire house starts to shake and I hear this deafening roar, so I run outside and see an AC-130 very low off in the distance.

Not really scary to anyone else but it shocked the hell out of me.

 

[TheYellowCellPhone]

Bit more interesting than scary, thought I'd share.

http://www.cracked.com/blog/8-real-photographs-that-prove-hell-exists-earth/

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Hey guys....I wanna show you all my cuddly friend...

...she loves hugs.

Spoiler: Cuddly~

Well that made me jump, congrats.

SNIP

Where'd that cellphone go?

 

[TheYellowCellPhone]

Where'd that cellphone go?

Jesus, had my new avatar for less than an hour and already someone notices.

I changed it, I got bored of it and found it bland. The one I have I find cute.

EDIT: For ultimate "d'awwww"-ness, look at the picture in my account.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Where'd that cellphone go?

Jesus, had my new avatar for less than an hour and already someone notices.

I changed it, I got bored of it and found it bland. The one I have I find cute.

EDIT: For ultimate "d'awwww"-ness, look at the picture in my account.

Hahaha, so I am the first to notice! I'm usually the last when it comes to these things. Fargodog shook me off his trail for about 5 months.

 

[TheYellowCellPhone]

Hahaha, so I am the first to notice! I'm usually the last when it comes to these things. Fargodog shook me off his trail for about 5 months.

Yeah, but he changed his username.

I remember thinking to myself "who's this guy with 5,000 posts?" Then maybe a week later I put two and two together.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Hahaha, so I am the first to notice! I'm usually the last when it comes to these things. Fargodog shook me off his trail for about 5 months.

Yeah, but he changed his username.

I remember thinking to myself "who's this guy with 5,000 posts?" Then maybe a week later I put two and two together.

Well at least you didn't throw me off by doing that. I know your username, I see it fairly often

 

[Chris^^]

In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the adress on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.

She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She went to the police, who raided the address on the envelope, where they found heaps of human flesh for sale.

And what was in the envelope? "This is the last one I am sending to you today."

that story was in Horrible Histories =P

 

[DragonofDecay86]

Spoiler: You thought it was over

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[http://img26.imageshack.us/i/1301503113228.jpg/]

[http://img856.imageshack.us/i/1301503750365.jpg/]

Spoiler: Esrever

One day when riding my bike back from work, I noticed a man standing tightly against a building. He looked panicked, positively petrified. He was sweating bullets, shaking and muttering under his breath, with his eyes darting all about the street. I figured that he must be a junkie or something, but he was wearing a business suit, so he didn't exactly look like some lowlife bum. Maybe he was sick? Curious, I asked him "Are you alright, man?"
He immediately fixated his eyes on me and sputtered out "D-Don't come any closer!", to which I replied "Hey man... do you need me to call an ambulance or something?". He pinned himself even tighter to the wall. "N-No! Don't call anybody! Just get away from me!"
I began to get worried about this man. He was either tripping or losing his marbles, I had to get him an ambulance whether he wanted one or not. I pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open. He screamed. "No! Don't call anyone! Just... Just get away from here! Please! I'm begging you!". Something was clearly wrong with this man, I couldn't leave him like this. "Just calm down buddy... I'm gonna get you some help so just hang tight."

He screamed again, and stretched his leg out as far as he could while trying to keep his back against the wall, trying to kick the phone out of my hand, but I was much too far for him to reach. He looked up and down the street, and then quickly jerked off the wall and tried to grab the phone from me. I was much stronger than he was, so I had no trouble shoving him off and down to the ground.
But that's when I realized what kind of mistake I had just made.I could see a thick black line running down his back, and not a moment later, a pair of hands, and then an entire little creature, along with all of this man's innards burst out from his back. At first I had no clue what was going on, but then the creature told me everything. He was now inside my back, and if I let anyone see my back, he would burst out from inside of me, killing me, and possess the person who saw my back.
But luckily for me, he told me something interesting. If I could write down his name and get someone else to read it, then I'd be free of his curse and they would now bare him in their back.
Unfortunately for you, I'm not as nice as the man who had the demon in his back before me, and fortunately for me, you already read his name.

Out of everything in this thread, this and Slender Man have made me jump the most.

 

[Chris^^]

and cracked open a nice crate of premium ale to forget the whole thing.

the ONLY solution to such a situation XD

 

[Voidrunner]

I just tried writing my own one up regarding Minecraft, it's a bit long but I haven't really written anything scary before so I wouldn't mind some feedback.

Spoiler

{I used to think it was safe to play games, that what happened in them had no effect on the real world, I was wrong.

You see I used to play on a friends server on Minecraft, it was nothing out of the ordinary, we had a village type place set up as well the usual random structures we would work on scattered around the world. Things were all normal for the first few weeks my friends so none of us suspected something was up when the server owner started to spent heaps of time underground, we were all sure he was just mining or building something down there.
With most of us being Ops on the server one of our favourite hobbies was hacking unholy amounts of TNT and running amok and that?s what I was doing the day things started to get really weird.

I decided the village would look great with a huge crater in the centre so of course I got to work with TNT and there I had a huge crater. I was having a great time laughing about it when I noticed that I seemed to have opened the entrance to some sort of tunnel. I ventured inside to find the place was filled with weird patterns of red stone torches. The whole place had a creepy air about it so I demanded to know who built it over the chat but nearly as soon as my words appeared on the screen the whole server crashed.

When I was able to log on again a few hours later the crater was gone and I was somehow back In the village. Everyone on the server denied knowing anything about the tunnel. Determined to show them what I talking about I attempted to mine the spot where the crater had been only to lag out horribly whenever I tried. After spending several frustrated minutes getting nowhere I gave up on finding the tunnel and got back to work on one of my buildings.

Nothing more unusual happened until a few days later when just one other friend and I were on with the server owner. I was far away from the village clearing out the top of a hill for a good site to build a watch tower when my friend started typing a whole lot of profanity into the chat, demanding to know what something was. Thinking it was just one of the pranks that were common on the server I tried to teleport over to him to see the damage. The game glitched out horribly and for a second the screen just went black and when it came back up I hadn?t moved from the spot but it looked like the hill around me had been torn apart by an explosion.

Even though I could see again my character couldn?t move from the spot, I could only watch the chat as the server owner simply typed ?Sorry? and then my friend wasn?t typing anymore, there was not disconnected message or anything, he was just gone. My teleport to the server owner worked this time and I appeared in the village, my friend?s house was now just a crater and the server owner was laughing about how he blown the house with TNT and my friend had just ragequit. At time I believed him and just assumed I had missed the disconnect message amongst all the glitching.

I could of just gone back to my building project and forgotten about it if I hadn?t noticed there was an opening at the bottom of the crater and I could see some sort of light coming from it. I went towards but the server owner suddenly went crazy and begged me not to go near it, in fact he was so desperate he killed my character off with a hail of arrows. I didn?t even get the respawn message, the server just crashed again. Of course I just shrugged it off as more craziness and wasn?t too concerned.

When I met my friends at school the next day, the friend who went missing, let?s call him 1 wasn?t there, we all had a good laugh about him still being angry about his house being destroyed and didn?t really think about it too much. I wasn?t paranoid enough yet to care about being alone yet so I quite happily wandered off alone to go mining when we were on the server again in the afternoon. It was mining as usual at the start; I found a heap of coal and not much else, until of course I stumbled across some brick I?d never seen before.
It was pitch black with some weird fiery patterns playing across it so I thought it might be a good idea to mine it and find out what it was. Turns out I was wrong, it was really bad idea.

The moment I hit the brick my diamond pick was destroyed and some kind of opening appeared in the wall. What I took to be a zombie with a really messed up texture pack came out and my sword seriously broke the moment I hit it. That turned out to be the least of my worries though because when whatever it was actually got a hit on my character it struck me like an actual physical blow in real life, I was nearly knocked right out of my chair. The creepy zombie thing was coming at me again when the server suddenly crashed again.

I spent the rest of the day trying to convince myself the pain I had felt had nothing to do with the monster hitting me but I still couldn?t bring myself to log back on. To make things worse 1?s mother rang up sounding really worried, wanting to know if I knew where 1 was. I told her I had no idea but I?d try and find him all the same. 1 wasn?t at school the next day either and my friends were getting worried about him. I was getting increasingly suspicious of the server owner; he kept trying to change the topic away from 1 and kept on insisting we all get on the server after school.

It was the last day of school term but I still told him I might not be able to log on because of some holiday homework I wanted to get out of the way. That excuse only lasted a few days into the holidays and I wasn?t going to mention the weird monster I had seen earlier. Soon enough I was back on the server. Instant paranoia set in as my remaining friends were discussing how some of our other friends weren?t logging on anymore and there weren?t responding to any attempts to contact them. I tried to keep them together working on one massive project but one friend I?ll call 2 said he wanted to work on expanding his own mine. I keep chatting to him while he was off mining, making sure he was still there.

For a while it seemed like things would be safe but then he mentioned seeing a weird new block, I wanted to warn him not to touch it but I was too late, he swore a few times into the chat and then there was silence.

The rest of my friends started laughing their heads off, thinking it was just some stupid mining accident when the server owner turned up at our building project and just began to continually apologise as he ran around the building. We realised too late that he plant TNT all over the place, he set it off and the building was ruined, it looked more like scaffolding now. Where the buildings floor used to be below us was now a pool of water, the water looked different though, somehow sinister. The server owner was setting up some sort of pattern of torches down on the ground around the pool and the rest of us found it was impossible to move our characters or even quit the game.

The owner apologised for the last time before there was so sort of flash and the weird demon like thing I had seen before the holidays appeared from an opening amidst the torch pattern and proceeded to punch the owner. To our horror, rather than just taking damage the character looked like it had been torn in half, with blood pooling around it. Apparently this thing could fly because it next it was all over us. I found my character could move again and in blind desperation I leapt of the edge of the building, hoping to die and respawn in the village away from the demon. Instead I found myself falling right towards the opening in the ground. The fall took most of my health but I desperate to find out at last what down the tunnels.

I ran on into the darkness, towards some form of flickering light at the end of the tunnel. Right at the end of tunnel there was some sort of portal, not the ones to the Nether but with a flickering fiery pattern.
The tunnel behind was slowly lighting up as something approached, I desperately tried to leave the game but it was still glitching out. Worse still I began to feel something calling me towards the portal, my character was moving towards it without me controlling the keyboard. I don?t know whether my character reached the portal first or the demon got him but suddenly I was in extreme pain.

I think my foot might have lashed out and hit the reboot button and that?s what saved me but regardless I blacked out and when I woke up I was in hospital, covered in horrible burns and the bones in my legs were apparently all broken.
None of the doctors could ever explain what happened to me and even though the police kept questioning me about my friends disappearances I never mentioned the Minecraft incident; I could scarcely believe it had happened myself let alone tell anyone else. So why am I bringing it up? Well I heard someone talking about how great games can allow players to truly feel like they?ve entered a new world, maybe something out there is using games as a method to enter our world? }

 

[David_G]

I can't believe I'm still contributing.

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[Carl Russell]

Many classic horror icons, such as Geger?s xenomorphs, Silent Hill?s Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.

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

The question you have to ask yourself is this:

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

? Just be careful out there.