The scary thread

[VaudevillianVeteran]

Dont you think its time for a new scary thread? but anyway
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the doll blinks......

Oh sweet, I think this is The Monster Hunter. They're at the Island of the Dolls:

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Pretty great show.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

My clip was from destination truth

Oh sorry. ^^; It's called The Monster Hunter here in Limeyland. I forgot all about that, apologies.

 

[VaudevillianVeteran]

dont need to apologize .....but i do say there needs to be a new or rather new scary threads for say, videos, images, poetry/stories
or any other arrangement

Another Scary Thread? I don't think it's out of the question. Though it depends on when this was made and all that~

 

[David_G]

NO! As you can see I am very strongly against the creation of a new scary thread. First of all, because it would get posted in very rarely, if at all, like in this one. Then, this thread has reached 35 pages. And finally, I just don't see the appeal of a new scary thread. You find something scary? Post it here. Plus it can be handy to see if things have already posted.

 

[David_G]

A post taken from our resident Creepypasta Cafe:

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I used to use the computer a lot. I would stay up late just surfing the web, playing games I'd beaten long ago. I guess it became an obsession. It got so bad that I would stay up till midnight just doing nothing. I tried to stop. Sometimes I could manage to go to sleep early, but lately I've never been in bed before eleven.
It's weird, I never feel like this during the day. I can handle not being on the computer in the morning. I get lots of stuff done; cleaning up, studying, pretty much being a productive person.
But now things have gotten worse.
I started feeling really bad after going to sleep. It would hit me while I was on the computer that my eyes were really burning. Only when they started tearing up would my gaze be broken from the screen and realize I hadn't been blinking. Weirder things started happening when I blinked too.
It started out harmless. Web pages would load real slowly. My mouse would freeze. Programs would start ending randomly. Nothing actually out of the ordinary. I would just refresh the page, reconnect the mouse, and press end now.
But it got worse.
I got on the computer one night to find it was completely shut down. I always suspend the computer when I log off, so this struck me as odd. When it started up again, it entered safe mode. After fiddling with the settings, I finally got it working again. For maybe two weeks things went on without a fuss.
I was browsing a blog, just slowly reading and scrolling down when a picture showed up. It was one of those awful pictures of a dead body, like, someone who had been in a car crash or explosion. It wasn't a pop-up or anything. It was part of the blog. I was a bit concerned, the blog made no mention of this and had never used pictures before. I scrolled down so the picture was gone, and the blog continued like nothing strange was up.
I stopped going on the blog eventually. More and more gruesome pictures were showing up. I commented on one entry about it and was met with confusion. No one else was complaining. I wrote it off as some in joke to get rid of all the noobs.
Other sites I frequent are taking up this shock picture trick. It's becoming a real pain. I'm starting to fear clicking on every link.
I closed internet explorer today to find my background had been changed to another horrible photo. I couldn't help but recognize this one. It was one I saw in drivers' ed of a particularly gruesome drunk driving incident. After resetting my background, deleting the picture I had apparently saved to my hard drive, cleaning up and defragging my hard drive, I opened the recycling bin to get rid of it once and for all.
I was a bit stunned. My bin was full of all sorts of random things I knew I never saved. There were porn sites, illegal downloads, pictures, e-mails, and other files with extensions I wasn't familiar with. I cleared them all and decided I get some outside help.
I started looking online for any similar incidents. With no results I called Geek Squad, my Dad, and even brought the computer in to major dealers for a check-up. One large bill later, no problems were detected. Most even commented on how well kept the computer was.
The pictures stopped appearing, but I almost wish they were still the problem. My computer now displays everything almost as it should be. But now, whenever a person is displayed, their eyes are gouged out. It looked like a crappy Paint job at first, but they became more and more real. I tried showing it to a friend, but the computer worked fine when he was around.
I finally let my friend have the computer. He always commented on what a great machine it was when he was over. I'm glad to be done with it. I had just bought a much more updated one and after starting it up, I was very happy to see everything working normally. I decided not transfer all the data from my old computer to the new one.
Happy to be done with it, I close the brand new model. It's only nine thirty and I turn on the television, knowing that I can get a good night sleep after Futurama. I lay back and turn up the volume to hear the opening theme. I recognize the unique little blurb they have, like what they do with the Simpsons; this is the infamous "dog" episode. I get ready to feel sad when my heart jumps.
Fry's eyes are missing.

Yeah... it already has been posted. Still, one of the better creepy pasta out there.

 

[Rhymenoceros]

My clip was from destination truth

Oh sorry. ^^; It's called The Monster Hunter here in Limeyland. I forgot all about that, apologies.

dont need to apologize .....but i do say there needs to be a new or rather new scary threads for say, videos, images, poetry/stories
or any other arrangement

Why would we ever need a new scary thread! That way I would have spend my late night hours searchig two different threads for Inge I missed in the hopes of scaring myself. Plus at least here you can see if something gas already been posted (even if it would tak hours to actually search through every page!)

 

[Rhymenoceros]

I was told about this poem by my English teacher the other day when he gave one of my mates one of the old spec anthology's for English. It's old spec because it contains a poem that got banned from the course for promoting knife crime. I mean to put it on here when I found out about it but I forgot. The WW1 poems reminded me of it though. Here ya go

Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
I have had enough of being ignored and today
I am going to play God. It is an ordinary day,
a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets.

I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.
We did that at school. Shakespeare. It was in
another language and now the fly is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name.

I am a genius. I could be anything at all, with half
the chance. But today I am going to change the world.
Something?s world. The cat avoids me. The cat
knows I am a genius, and has hidden itself.

I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.
I see that it is good. The budgie is panicking.
Once a fortnight, I walk the two miles into town
for signing on. They don?t appreciate my autograph.

There is nothing left to kill. I dial the radio
and tell the man he?s talking to a superstar.
He cuts me off. I get our bread-knife and go out.
The pavements glitter suddenly. I touch your arm.

It's mainly the ending that made me think of this thread

 

[darthotaku]

ever notice when your in the scary thread how every noise sounds like somebody breaking into your house?
ever notice how when you walk around you seem to see people out of the corner of your eyes?
ever notice how every draft feels like somebody behind you breathing down your neck?



Ever notice how considerate your killer is to finish your last post?

 

[Rhymenoceros]

ever notice when your in the scary thread how every noise sounds like somebody breaking into your house?
ever notice how when you walk around you seem to see people out of the corner of your eyes?
ever notice how every draft feels like somebody behind you breathing down your neck?



Ever notice how considerate your killer is to finish your last post?

I like that! I like the way it doesn't seem like a scary story at first but turns into one.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

Creepiness.

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Damn, that's a good one!

*looks around and shivers*

...

Wish I had something to add but I think I'm likely going to get stabbed now. >.>

 

[David_G]

I was told about this poem by my English teacher the other day when he gave one of my mates one of the old spec anthology's for English. It's old spec because it contains a poem that got banned from the course for promoting knife crime. I mean to put it on here when I found out about it but I forgot. The WW1 poems reminded me of it though. Here ya go

Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
I have had enough of being ignored and today
I am going to play God. It is an ordinary day,
a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets.

I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.
We did that at school. Shakespeare. It was in
another language and now the fly is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name.

I am a genius. I could be anything at all, with half
the chance. But today I am going to change the world.
Something?s world. The cat avoids me. The cat
knows I am a genius, and has hidden itself.

I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.
I see that it is good. The budgie is panicking.
Once a fortnight, I walk the two miles into town
for signing on. They don?t appreciate my autograph.

There is nothing left to kill. I dial the radio
and tell the man he?s talking to a superstar.
He cuts me off. I get our bread-knife and go out.
The pavements glitter suddenly. I touch your arm.

It's mainly the ending that made me think of this thread

Mmmm, me likey. Seriously, that's really good.

ever notice when your in the scary thread how every noise sounds like somebody breaking into your house?
ever notice how when you walk around you seem to see people out of the corner of your eyes?
ever notice how every draft feels like somebody behind you breathing down your neck?



Ever notice how considerate your killer is to finish your last post?

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[DeManix]

This one's from personal experience:

It's Christmas Day 2008, and one of my brother's presents is Resistance: Fall Of Man. He starts to play it at around Midday, after we've settled into the day. Obviously, the premise of the Resistance series is a fairly scary one, but nothing I hadn't experienced before, even though I'm not a regular player of FPS games, and never have been. So he plays it for a bit, and is just learning the controls in the opening levels. We both comment on how creepy the enemies are. Anyway on the second level, in a bus depot, he kills a few enemies and then some more rush into the depot, so he takes cover behind a small wall where he'd just killed an enemy. But he crouches RIGHT INTO THE ENEMY SO IT'S FACE FILLS UP THE ENTIRE SCREEN. Needless to say we both jumped out of our skin, but he recovered from it fairly quickly, while I, being quite young at the time (still am really ) was frighted for the whole day, so it basically ruined Christmas. I couldn't stand to watch the game after that, and have actively avoided the Resistance franchise and the game covers in stores until quite recently...

 

[Azure-Supernova]

I was told about this poem by my English teacher the other day when he gave one of my mates one of the old spec anthology's for English. It's old spec because it contains a poem that got banned from the course for promoting knife crime. I mean to put it on here when I found out about it but I forgot. The WW1 poems reminded me of it though. Here ya go

Today I am going to kill something. Anything.
I have had enough of being ignored and today
I am going to play God. It is an ordinary day,
a sort of grey with boredom stirring in the streets.

I squash a fly against the window with my thumb.
We did that at school. Shakespeare. It was in
another language and now the fly is in another language.
I breathe out talent on the glass to write my name.

I am a genius. I could be anything at all, with half
the chance. But today I am going to change the world.
Something?s world. The cat avoids me. The cat
knows I am a genius, and has hidden itself.

I pour the goldfish down the bog. I pull the chain.
I see that it is good. The budgie is panicking.
Once a fortnight, I walk the two miles into town
for signing on. They don?t appreciate my autograph.

There is nothing left to kill. I dial the radio
and tell the man he?s talking to a superstar.
He cuts me off. I get our bread-knife and go out.
The pavements glitter suddenly. I touch your arm.

It's mainly the ending that made me think of this thread

The scary thing is that Education for Leisure was my poem of choice from the AQA Anthology when I did GCSE English Literature

 

[David_G]

Are dolls really scary? I've never been scared by a doll, and i dont understand why someone would be. Same goes for clowns.

Yeah I've never really got it, either. I've never been scared by clowns and/or dolls no matter how "demonic" they are in the picture/painting/whatever.

 

[MonkeyJoe92]

I love this thread. I just keep coming back for more. This isn't much, but I found something about the Radiohead song Street Spirit and found it creepy. This is Thom Yorke, the front man, describing the song.

'Street Spirit' is our purest song, but I didn't write it. It wrote itself. We were just its messengers; its biological catalysts. Its core is a complete mystery to me, and, you know, I wouldn't ever try to write something that hopeless. All of our saddest songs have somewhere in them at least a glimmer of resolve. 'Street Spirit' has no resolve. It is the dark tunnel without the light at the end. It represents all tragic emotion that is so hurtful that the sound of that melody is its only definition. We all have a way of dealing with that song. It's called detachment. Especially me; I detach my emotional radar from that song, or I couldn't play it. I'd crack. I'd break down on stage. That's why its lyrics are just a bunch of mini-stories or visual images as opposed to a cohesive explanation of its meaning. I used images set to the music that I thought would convey the emotional entirety of the lyric and music working together. That's what's meant by 'all these things you'll one day swallow whole'. I meant the emotional entirety, because I didn't have it in me to articulate the emotion. I'd crack...

Our fans are braver than I to let that song penetrate them, or maybe they don't realise what they're listening to. They don't realise that 'Street Spirit' is about staring the fucking devil right in the eyes, and knowing, no matter what the hell you do, he'll get the last laugh. And it's real, and true. The devil really will get the last laugh in all cases without exception, and if I let myself think about that too long, I'd crack.

I can't believe we have fans that can deal emotionally with that song. That's why I'm convinced that they don't know what it's about. It's why we play it towards the end of our sets. It drains me, and it shakes me, and hurts like hell every time I play it, looking out at thousands of people cheering and smiling, oblivious to the tragedy of its meaning, like when you're going to have your dog put down and it's wagging its tail on the way there. That's what they all look like, and it breaks my heart. I wish that song hadn't picked us as its catalysts, and so I don't claim it. It asks too much. I didn't write that song

 

[Mcupobob]

Spoiler: The rat king

This Thread secretively living, quietly whispering away almost forgotten. A chronicle of horrors slowly building and growing, till one day appear on latest post. Reminding everyone its still there, still growing.