• Creepypasta Megathread: Post your favorites!
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Horrifying/Creepy things are amazing. That's why I love creepypastas and I'm sure some of you do too. I'll post my favorite. The Other Watcher 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. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night 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 incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. 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. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk. At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
Man, i really hate CreepyPastas ...
Is Ted's Caving Page considered a creepypasta? Holy shit that was good. [url]http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/[/url]
I liked the one where the skeleton popped out of the closet
[QUOTE=shadow_of_intent;33350515]Is Ted's Caving Page considered a creepypasta? Holy shit that was good. [url]http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/[/url][/QUOTE]\ Yeah, that could be considered one. It's really weird though.
[QUOTE=shadow_of_intent;33350515]Is Ted's Caving Page considered a creepypasta? Holy shit that was good. [url]http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/[/url][/QUOTE] I love this one It's even cooler when you find out that [sp]Mystery Cave is a real place and all the pictures of them in the cave are real. The hole in the wall and subsequent room are called Gypsum Passage (everything else with the hieroglyphics and genius loci is apparently fake though)[/sp]
[QUOTE=Wilford Brimley;33350878]I love this one It's even cooler when you find out that [sp]Mystery Cave is a real place and all the pictures of them in the cave are real. The hole in the wall and subsequent room are called Gypsum Passage (everything else with the hieroglyphics and genius loci is apparently fake though)[/sp][/QUOTE] I'm reading through the whole thing because of this comment.
[QUOTE]THIS IS THE STORY OF A DAY WHERE THERE WAS ALL THIS BLOOD. A MAN WAS WALKING AROUND AND BLOOD STARTED COMING OUT OF HIM EVERYWHERE. THERE WAS SO MUCH BLOOD THAT IT FILLED UP AN ELEVATOR. HE WENT TO THE STORE AND THERE WAS JUST BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE! PEOPLE WERE SLIPPING IN IT AND THEY WERE ALL GROSSED OUT. HE TRIED TO GO SWIMMING AND ALL OF THE SHARKS WENT NUTS AND BITTENED EVERYBODY. HE GOT CHASED BY ALL THE VAMPIRES EVER. ONE TIME THE BLOOD GOT A KID AND A DOG. AT THE END OF THE DAY EVERYONE DECIDED THEY WOULD SEND HIM TO SPACE SO THAT HE WOULD STOP GETTING BLOOD EVERY WHERE. THE SCARIEST PART IS THAT THE MAN WAS YOU!!! (OR HE WAS A LADY IF YOU ARE A LADY) AND YOU FORGOT THAT THIS HAPPENED.[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=shadow_of_intent;33350515]Is Ted's Caving Page considered a creepypasta? Holy shit that was good. [url]http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/[/url][/QUOTE] I remember reading this. I highly recommend it to anyone, very quality read and is a mindfuck all the way through.
Not really a megathread if the OP is just 1 story.
[QUOTE=Fatman55;33351521]THE DAY OF THE BLOOD stuff[/QUOTE] [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZiwQHOpNufs[/media]
[QUOTE=shadow_of_intent;33350515]Is Ted's Caving Page considered a creepypasta? Holy shit that was good. [url]http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/[/url][/QUOTE] Oh god dammit, page 10 is where it ends?
[quote]I BET YOU THINK THAT ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE PRETEND BUT GUESS WHAT THIS ONE IS FOR REAL! HOW DO I KNOW? WELL I KNOW BECAUSE I AM LOOKING AT YOU AND I KNOW ALL OF YOUR SECRETS! I EVEN KNOW YOUR FAVORITE ANIMAL. ONE DAY I LOOKED AT YOU IN THE BATH ROOM. MAYBE I WILL BREAK SOMETHING AND TELL EVERYBODY IT WAS YOU. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME. BUT GUESS WHAT? I AM A DEAD SKULL!!![/quote]
I am sad this thread did not take off, as creepypasta is a very fun read. Here is something I am in the process of reading. Its interesting, reminds me of the style of SCP but in a much less diplomatic tone. [url]http://theholders.org/[/url]
[URL="http://www.scp-wiki.net/document-recovered-from-the-marianas-trench"]Document Recovered from the Marianas Trench[/URL]
For the record, the Ted's page isn't the genuine ending. The ending was written by someone else. The original ending was much worse. I don't know the specifics, but it involves [sp]some sort of monster in the cave. He describes it in detail and it ruins the creepiness.[/sp] My favorites: [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Thing_That_Stalks_the_Fields]The Thing that Stalks the Fields[/url] [img]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/153/d/8/Thing_that_Stalks_the_Fields_by_aelur.jpg[/img] [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Russian_Sleep_Experiment]Russian Sleep Experiment[/url] [img]http://www.lifestudies.org/pictures/bdp-2.jpg[/img] [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Rake]The Rake[/url] [img]http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111102004118/creepypasta/images/5/57/The_Rake_02.jpg[/img] [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Smile_Dog]Smile.dog[/url] [img]http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110522055211/creepypasta/images/d/da/Smiledog_enhanced.jpg[/img] [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Candle_Cove]Candle Cove[/url] [img]http://images.wikia.com/creepypasta/images/9/97/Candlecove.jpg[/img] [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Cabin_and_the_Dolls]The Cabin and the Dolls[/url] [img]http://letlifeloose.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/695px-doll_thing.jpg?w=300&h=258[/img]
[QUOTE='[Seed Eater];33379751']For the record, the Ted's page isn't the genuine ending. The ending was written by someone else. The original ending was much worse. I don't know the specifics, but it involves [sp]some sort of monster in the cave. He describes it in detail and it ruins the creepiness.[/sp] My favorites: [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Thing_That_Stalks_the_Fields]The Thing that Stalks the Fields[/url] [img]http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/153/d/8/Thing_that_Stalks_the_Fields_by_aelur.jpg[/img] [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Russian_Sleep_Experiment]Russian Sleep Experiment[/url] [img]http://www.lifestudies.org/pictures/bdp-2.jpg[/img] [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Rake]The Rake[/url] [img]http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111102004118/creepypasta/images/5/57/The_Rake_02.jpg[/img] [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Smile_Dog]Smile.dog[/url] [img]http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110522055211/creepypasta/images/d/da/Smiledog_enhanced.jpg[/img] [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Candle_Cove]Candle Cove[/url] [img]http://images.wikia.com/creepypasta/images/9/97/Candlecove.jpg[/img] [url=http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Cabin_and_the_Dolls]The Cabin and the Dolls[/url] [img]http://letlifeloose.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/695px-doll_thing.jpg?w=300&h=258[/img][/QUOTE] Oh god that last picture.
[url]http://www.facepunch.com/threads/1080407[/url] The generally creepy stuff thread is basically 75% creepy pasta..
BEN, the haunted N64 copy of Majora's Mask [url]http://www.youtube.com/user/Jadusable[/url] Originally it was kinda creepy in all, but then in the end it just turned out he was trying to hire members for his Moon Cult. [IMG]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGcmr6CuGMU/Tm8B0gcB9AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vTb_2xXa9bE/s1600/Ben.png[/IMG]
I posted this one in the last thread. The link to it on Creepypasta seems to be dead. [QUOTE]I never saw the ocean till I was nineteen, and if I ever see it again it will be too goddamn soon. I was a child, coming out of the train, fresh from Amarillo, into San Diego and all her glory. The sight of it, all that water and the blind crushing power of the surf, filled me with dread. I’d seen water before, lakes, plenty big, but that was nothing like this. I don’t think I can describe what it was like that first time, and further more, I’m not sure I care too. You can imagine the state I was in when a few weeks later they gave me a rifle and put me on a boat. When I stopped vomiting up everything that I ate, I decided that I might not kill myself after all. Not being able to see the land, and that ceaseless chaotic, rocking of the waves; I remember thinking that the war had to be a step up from this. Kids can be so fucking stupid. I had such a giddy sense of glee when I saw the island, and it’s solid banks. They transferred us to a smaller boat in the middle of the night, just our undersized company with our rucksacks and rifles and not a word. We just took a ride right into it, just because they asked us to. The lieutenants herded us into our platoons on the decks and briefed us: the island had been lost. That was exactly how he put it. Somehow in the grand plan for the Pacific, this one tiny speck of earth, only recently discovered and unmapped, had gotten lost in the shuffle; a singularly perfect clerical error was all it took. It was extremely unlikely, he stressed, that the Japanese had gotten a hold of it, being so far east and south of their current borders, but a recent fly over reported what looked like an airfield in the central plateau. We hit the beach in the middle of the night. I’d heard talk of landings before, and I’m not ashamed to tell, I was scared shitless. I don’t know quite what I expected, but it wasn’t we got, that thick, heavy silence. Behind the lapping of the waves and the wind in the trees, there was… nothing, no birds, no insects. Just deathly stillness. Another hundred yards deeper into the eerie tranquility of the jungle, we stopped in a small clearing for the officers to reconvene, and it was obvious even they were spooked. I wasn’t a bright kid, but I knew enough to know that something was very wrong. It was like the whole island was dead. I remember I could only smell the sea, despite the red blossoms dangling from the trees. It wasn’t an airfield, on top of the plateau. I can’t tell you what it was, because I’ve never seen anything like it, and I don’t think anyone ever will. If I tell you it was like the Aztec pyramids, but turned upside down, so that it sank like giant steps into the earth, you’d get the basic idea of it, but that somehow fails to capture the profound unearthliness of the structure. There was no sign of individual pieces in the masonry, it appeared to have been carved out of a single immense block of black rock into a sharp and geometric shape. It was slick and perfectly smooth like obsidian, but it had no shine to it. It swallowed up even the moonlight, so that it was impossible to see how deep it went, or even focus your eyes on any one part of it, like it was one giant blind spot. Our platoon drew the honor of investigating the lower levels, so we descended the stairs as the rest of the company surrounded the plateau. We took the stairs slowly and carefully after the first man to touch one of the right angle edges slit his hands down the bone. At odd intervals down the steps, there were several small stone rooms; simple, empty, hollow cubes of stone with one opening, facing the pit in the center. There was no door that we could see, and with the opening being four feet of the ground, you’d have to put your hands on that black razor sharp edge to climb in into it. We circled the descending floors, shining our lights into each of the small structures; They contained the same featureless black walls and nothing else. No dust, no leaves and other detritus from the jungle, the whole monument was immaculate, as if the place was just built; but that couldn’t be right. The whole structure felt incalculably old to me somehow, despite having no way to articulate the particular reasons. Down near the bottom you could see that it simply sloped away into a darkness that swallowed the flashlights. We tossed first a button and then a shell casing down into the pit, and waited in the unearthly silence, but no sounds returned. No one spoke, we simply turned away from the yawning abyss and continued our sweep of the bottom rung and the last of the small structures. The body in the back corner was almost invisible at first in the thick shadows, but the long spill of drying blood reflected the light of our flashlights, and it led right too him. He was coiled tight, arms around his thighs, and his face tucked into his knees. You could see badly he was cut, his clothes opened in ragged bloody tatters to reveal the pale skin and bone beneath it. He may have been dressed in a Japanese uniform, but it had been reduced to ribbons; I only had few seconds to look at him before we heard the first shots. It echoed like the buzzing of faraway insects in the still jungle, swallowed almost instantly by the blanket of quiet. By the time we reached the top, the rest of the company had vanished. There were shell casings on the ground, and the hot smell of gunpowder in the air, but they were gone. The trees were deathly quiet around, there was not a trace of the nearly fifty other men that had come ashore with us. I could taste bile rising in my throat as panic threatened to cripple me; I felt crushed between the yawning pit and razor edges on one side and the dead jungle and the pounding ocean on the other. The silence rang in my ears and I struggled to still myself. They were just inside the jungle, waiting for us. They came out from between the trees with all sound of a moth, simply sliding into our view. I can try to tell you what I saw, the same as I did to the army doc on the hospital ship when I first woke up, and again half dozen other various officers over the following months, and you’ll have the same reaction they did; that I was a dumb country rube suffering from heatstroke and exposure and trauma. That I was crazy. You know me. You know I’m not crazy. And I remember every second of that night with crystal clarity. The thing, the first one that caught my eye, was wearing the skin of a Jap soldier, all mottled with the belly distended from rot. The head drooped, useless and obscene on the shoulders, tongue swollen and eyes cloudy. I could see where it was coming apart at the ill-defined joints, with ragged holes in the drying flesh. At the bottom of each of these raw pits was blackness, deeper than the stones of the buildings; a darkness that seemed to churn and froth like an angry cloud. The thing moved suddenly, the head snapping and rolling backwards as it dashed towards us. I had my rifle clasped tightly in my hands, but it simply didn’t occur to me to fire. All I could do was gape silently at the macabre sight bearing down on us, and think absurdly of my mother’s marionettes. A gun went off beside me, and I turned to see a dozen more of the horrors darting silently in on us. Among them were a few more rotting and swollen forms, but the majority wore the same uniforms as us, and were pale, fresh, and soaked in blood. More bullets zipped through the air, and I saw the grisly things hit again and again, but they never slowed. I caught a glimpse of the First Sergeant’s vacant glassy eyes as his head dangled limp from his shoulders; I saw the great ragged wound in his back and the shuddering darkness that inhabited his corpse when he leapt just past me without a sound, landing like a graceful predator onto the soldier beside me. The others around me began to drop in a silent dance of kinetic energy and blurred motion I was on the track team in high school, and it could have got me to college. I didn’t need an invitation. I just ran. I ran blind through jungle, caroming of tree trunks; I ran until I saw the ocean, and it struck a new ringing note of terror in me. I don’t remember actually deciding to swim, but when I turned back to the tree line, I saw one of the white and bloody things emerge, running on all fours, the hands splayed wide and the back contorted and cracked in an impossible angle. To this day, the mere thought of the ocean still brings on a cold sweat, but that night I let it embrace me, let the tide drag me out to sea, if only to bring momentary relief from the impossible monolith and terrors on the island. The days I spent drifting off shore and blistering in the sun were a welcome release from the silent island. I never saw the war. They sent me home as soon as I recovered. It was comforting in a way, when I thought no one believed me. It allowed me to believe that it never happened, that it was a product of my mind. But as I got older, I’ve found that it is pointless to lie to anyone, especially yourself. I know what I saw. Someone else believed me too. I’ve seen maps of where they tested the hydrogen bombs in the South Pacific.[/QUOTE]
[quote]This is the tale of a day where there was much blood. A man was walking when blood started appearing from him. There was much blood it filled the ascension apparatus. He go to store and he cant because its full of blood. Comrades start slipping because of blood and it was gross. People swam in blood but sharks ate them. He was escaping from vampires. Comrades decide that the man should be sent to space so not soil Mother Russia. The scary thing is that comrade was you! (or a woman if you are woman) and you have no memories from this because the KGB make sure about that.[/quote]
[QUOTE=shadow_of_intent;33381015]Jungle-dwelling, skin wearing, up-side-down pyramid building freaks.[/QUOTE] Aw man, I've been thinking about this one for weeks now. Thanks for posting it.
[quote]For the record, the Ted's page isn't the genuine ending. The ending was written by someone else. The original ending was much worse. I don't know the specifics, but it involves[/quote] Link I need it
[QUOTE='[Seed Eater];33379751'] [img]http://letlifeloose.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/695px-doll_thing.jpg?w=300&h=258[/img][/QUOTE] [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0tO3zzm_70[/media] 0:00 - 0:07
I don't have the text version. I lost it, but a long time ago I left the same creepypasta in an envelope at a bus stop. [IMG]http://i.imgur.com/hX7sk.jpg[/IMG]
[quote][b]Background[/b] The Grand Theft Auto games have a large quantity of myths. Any true GTA fan would know about the myths such as "Leatherface" appearing in GTA: San Andreas or a psycotic homeless person appearing in GTA IV. The myth about to be described is similar to many others in different GTA games, but has a vast and blurry story behind it. The company that developed the series, Rockstar Games, had a recurring subject between the 3D modelers that many pedestrians looked too similar, so one of the employees jokingly created a very deformed pedestrian model to "solve the problem". It was never confirmed by the company that this model actually made it in the game. Despite GTA 3 being made in 2001, the myth didn't come to life until late 2010. [B]The Pasta[/B] Any avid GTA fan that wanted to prove the myth true or false would just look in the game files somewhere. No players found the deformed pedestian anywhere in the game files, but that didn't stop players from claiming they've seen it. The deformed model was never found amongst other 3D models, but according to some, the said model was encrypted deep in an audio or texture file as garbled unreadable and undistinguishable text. The model was explained to have a ripped grey shirt, ripped dark red jeans, a huge jaw jutting forward with some missing teeth, a melted-looking face, droopy lower-than-normal eyes that were completely black and a nose that looked like it was removed and badly stitched back on. There were two explanations as to how to see the hidden model: [I]"You have to walk all the way up to the front door at the Marco's Bistro building, throw a grenade at it, then run away at a distance where your health falls to 1-3. After the explosion, you had to walk up to the door again and stand still for about 2 minutes, then you'll fall through the floor and appear in some small room with the deformed pedestian standing there."[/I] [I]"You have to beat the mission 'Rumble' by killing one enemy with your fists, one enemy with a bat, and somehow managing to drown all the other enemies. Then you go all the way back to Portland and stand right up to the front door at Marco's Bistro. After a few seconds, you will be teleported to a small room with the deformed pedestrian in it." [/I] Some players stated that the pedestrian simply stood in one spot and never moved. Other players stated that the pedestrian will punch you at random, and will do 80 damage to your health, even with full armor. It's also been said that attacking the pedestrian will do nothing to it, but eventually if you keep throwing punches it will fall down and make a "Oooh!" sound in a very deep voice, then get back up. Shooting the pedestrian will make him flinch, but will never bleed.[/quote]
[QUOTE=Wilford Brimley;33400090]Link I need it[/QUOTE] I don't have it. Sorry.
[QUOTE='[Seed Eater];33410451']I don't have it. Sorry.[/QUOTE] [url]http://web.archive.org/web/20050117173007/www.dougaustin.com/tlcaves/pdf/Thefearofdarkness.pdf[/url] Is that it?
[QUOTE=KnightVista;33380068]BEN, the haunted N64 copy of Majora's Mask [url]http://www.youtube.com/user/Jadusable[/url] Originally it was kinda creepy in all, but then in the end it just turned out he was trying to hire members for his Moon Cult. [IMG]http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DGcmr6CuGMU/Tm8B0gcB9AI/AAAAAAAAAGg/vTb_2xXa9bE/s1600/Ben.png[/IMG][/QUOTE] Personally I hate this one, rather than discussing Majora's Mask with someone, every fucking person I talk to about it instantly points out this creepy pasta, never talking about the game for what it was, a very fucking good game that's underrated as fuck.
[QUOTE=Game Zombie;33410729][url]http://web.archive.org/web/20050117173007/www.dougaustin.com/tlcaves/pdf/Thefearofdarkness.pdf[/url] Is that it?[/QUOTE] No clue. Haven't read it myself.
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