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Creepypasta is a scary ghost story or something like that.
RULES
1: NO SHITTY STORIES
Like "Who was phone"
Russipasta(russian funny pastas)is allowed, but not excessively.
2: NO PICS
IF you have to post, media tag it.
3: HAVE FUN!
I'll start.
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Accidentally waking up in the middle of the night and looking out of the window will prompt a guest to enter the room.
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I don't see the point.
[quote=The white with red]It had been a great vacation. The past 12 hours whizzing through his head, He decided to turn in for the night. He went to a nearby motel, It was called "Panfles Motel" As he saw the sign he felt as though he'd heard the name from somewhere before. He took no mind to it and walked in. He walked to the front desk and asked for a room, The young woman at the desk had handed him his key and right as he started to walk away she said "Wait, There's a room along the way with no number,It's all boarded up. No one is allowed inside." The man nodded and continued on. Along the way he saw the room with no number and went on his way to his room. In the middle of the night he awoke, Wondering what was in the door. His curiosity would not leave him alone so the next morning when he woke he went over to the door of the room without a number. And peered through the lock, It was old fashioned so he had no problem. He saw a woman, In the corner. She was so pale. She almost glowed a ghastly white. Moments later the woman looked at him. So he crept away thinking he disturbed her and went down to his buisness. The Woman haunted his mind for the rest of the day So many questions raced through his head "Who is she?" was one of the most constant. After he had returned to the motel he moved through the hallway and peered through the keyhole again, This time it was completely red. He thought she must have noticed him and placed something to block the lock. That night he woke up countless times after nightmares, Un-explained nightmares. In the morning he was looking pale. And decided to ask the lady about the room and the woman. He crept up to the desk and asked about it. She replied "Curiosity killed the cat, But i can't really blame you. It's quite a strange story. You see, One night a young couple came to this motel. They seemed normal enough, We lead them to their room and it was fine then. Untill the night. There were strange sounds coming from that room that night. We took no mind to it. We got that alot. But it never quite sounded like what we heard that night. They never checked out. We called the police to come check it out. They found the woman's intestines spilled all over the floor, But there was no blood. The man was not there so of course he was the prime suspect. But the man was never seen again. But the strange thing about the whole thing is that the woman was found completely white. And her eyes, Completely red. He was never seen again after he exited that motel.[/quote]
I posted in this thread.
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Also, For the sake of win.
[quote]You are home to watch Pravda on televisir about degenerate murderer who is on the loose. You look out the window door to beet field, and you notice Man standing in the snow. He look like foto on televisir and he smile at you. You gulp vodka, picking up fone to your right and dialing Local Militia Precinct Commissar. Back out the glass you look, pressing fone to ear. Notice he now closer to you. You drop vodka in shock.
No footprints in snow. It was reflection. You dullard!
Your apartment is bulldozed down to make way for glorious tractor factory.
Glorious Pastacreepy of the Motherland! [/quote]
I lol'd.
Here is a good one.
[QUOTE]You come into possession of an old box. Inside are several glass vials filled with dirt, dust and tiny bits of gravel or cement. The vials are labeled with places and dates such as “Port Chicago 7/17/44?, “Halifax 7/6/17? and “Guernica 7/17/36?. A trip to the library confirms that all are dates of massive loss of life in explosions. A few days later a package arrives with no return address.
Inside is an empty vial labeled with your home town and next week’s date.[/QUOTE]
Another good one here.
[QUOTE]A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.
She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.
In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.
Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.
Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".[/QUOTE]
17-hour bump ahoy!
The rake
During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature
sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was
left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.
Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of thier enounters with a
creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an
almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no
longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers
that year.
In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century
and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I've been in
contact with a member of this group and was able to get some exceprts from their upcoming book.
The Rake
A Suicide Note: 1964
As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this
act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke
and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without
fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.
Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal
letter with no envelope.
'Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.'
A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880
I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest
terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand.
I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).
A Mariner's Log: 1691
He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return
to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.
From a Witness: 2006
Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July.
We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and
called it a night. At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal
back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed.
When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee
almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.
After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At
the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a
large hairless dog of some sort. It's body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit
by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to
its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.
My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at
me before returning to the creature.
In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a
flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The
creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while)
just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading
to the kids' rooms.
I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the
hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He
turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my
daughter Clara.
The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly
injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake".
My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not
survive.
Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper
took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never
followed up either.
For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return
home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar
story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who
had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.
It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with
a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or
follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again.
A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That
was the last entry in the log.
There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same
person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the
Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.
I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would
tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the
second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times
the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)
On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice.
It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen
to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in
front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the
recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.
The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.
I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept.
I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.
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this one is old so...
A young couple were waiting impatiently to leave on their first vacation since the baby was born but the woman’s aunt, who would be babysitting, was thirty minutes late. The young woman called her elderly aunt to find out what was going on, and the old woman apologized for her forgetfulness, and said she’d speed right over.
Since the aunt was only a couple miles away, the couple decided they’d go ahead and go rather than wait for her and risk missing their flight. Two weeks later when the couple returned they were horrified to find the baby still in it’s high-chair where they’d left it, except now it was dead and bloated, covered with flies. The aunt really had sped, and unfortunately crashed and died before she made it over.
Penis. :smug:
[QUOTE=Tuff Luff;18723764][editline]09:15PM[/editline]
this one is old so...
A young couple were waiting impatiently to leave on their first vacation since the baby was born but the woman’s aunt, who would be babysitting, was thirty minutes late. The young woman called her elderly aunt to find out what was going on, and the old woman apologized for her forgetfulness, and said she’d speed right over.
Since the aunt was only a couple miles away, the couple decided they’d go ahead and go rather than wait for her and risk missing their flight. Two weeks later when the couple returned they were horrified to find the baby still in it’s high-chair where they’d left it, except now it was dead and bloated, covered with flies. The aunt really had sped, and unfortunately crashed and died before she made it over.[/QUOTE]
Young Soviet couple is waiting for babysitter to sit on baby who is 30 minutes late, which never happens with good Soviet babysitter. She sends a messenger pigeon to babysitter, who replies she'll be soon.
Young Soviet couple leaves, as babysitter is only few miles away. Upon return, they see baby dead, starved and still in baby chair. Babysitter had renounced Comrade Stalin and needed to be reeducated.
Such is life in Moscow.
[QUOTE=Tuff Luff;18723764]A young couple were waiting impatiently to leave on their first vacation since the baby was born but the woman’s aunt, who would be babysitting, was thirty minutes late. The young woman called her elderly aunt to find out what was going on, and the old woman apologized for her forgetfulness, and said she’d speed right over.
Since the aunt was only a couple miles away, the couple decided they’d go ahead and go rather than wait for her and risk missing their flight. Two weeks later when the couple returned they were horrified to find the baby still in it’s high-chair where they’d left it, except now it was dead and bloated, covered with flies. The aunt really had sped, and unfortunately crashed and died before she made it over.[/QUOTE]
Middle age man is wanting to take teenager wife on vacation to mountains. Man yells at neighbor to watch baby while they are gone, as it is Soviet responsibility to be helping other Soviets.
Man and wife depart for vacation and return week after. They are horrified to discover neighbor has eaten baby while they were gone.
Baby could've fed entire family for 2 weeks.
[QUOTE=GmanIsJoker;18696119]Here is a good one.
Another good one here.[/QUOTE]
Those weren't creepy and the second one is retarded
Incoming RussiPasta!
[QUOTE]Soviet couple is out eating so babysitter is going to sit babies. She wants to stare at the televisi and rings mom and dad of babies that the sitter is sitting. She ask if she can watch televisi, couple says you may, sitter. But the sitter had a question for the glorious parents. If she could cover the statue of leader Stalin, because she didn't like statue. Parents realize that babysitter is not Soviet, but a German pig. They call KGB, and they arrest babysitter.
Such is life in Soviet Russia![/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=GmanIsJoker;18710338]17-hour bump ahoy![/QUOTE]
Instead of making a dying CreepyPasta thread that you have to keep bumping, make something original yourself.
[QUOTE=GmanIsJoker;18728643]Oh, and RussiPasta is not bad spelling.[/QUOTE]
That wasn't me...
Hey, KD. Did you see my new RussiPasta?
Making another one.
Oh, and RussiPasta is not bad spelling. It's spelled like that for the lulz.
Here come the pasta!
[QUOTE]One day, when you walk down the beach, you might notice a face in the water. Don't look back. Why? You don't want to know.[/QUOTE]
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Stop snipping and make some actual posts
I don't know what to think of this thread.
[QUOTE=GmanIsJoker;18732070]Stop snipping and make some actual posts[/QUOTE]
-_-
nice bump. unlike you all imma creepypaste somthing
Sleep sound.
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NetNostalgia Forum - Television (local)
Skyshale033
Subject: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Does anyone remember this kid’s show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don’t remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.
mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
it seems really familiar to me…..i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cove…was it about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
YES! Okay I’m not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn’t belong on the body. I don’t remember what station this was! I don’t think it was WTSF though.
Jaren_2005
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Sorry to ressurect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think Candle Cove ran for only a couple months in ‘71, not ‘72. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news. Let me see what I remember.
It took place in Candle cove, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates. The pirate ship was called the Laughingstock, and Pirate Percy wasn’t a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don’t remember the girl’s name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was Janice.
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned the Laughingstock and channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face, with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.
mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
ha ha i remember now too. ;) do you remember this part skyshale: “you have…to go…INSIDE.”
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That’s what the ship always told Percy when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock’s face with each pause. YOU HAVE… TO GO… INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful.
You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth.
kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i honestly, honestly thought the villain was pirate percy. i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel.
Jaren_2005
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
That wasn’t the villain, the puppet with the mustache. That was the villain’s sidekick, Horace Horrible. He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache. I used to think that meant he had only one eye.
But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The Skin-Taker. I can’t believe what they let us watch back then.
kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
jesus h. christ, the skin taker. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape. and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull. christ almighty.
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Wasn’t his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children’s skin??
mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
yeah i think so. rememer his mouth didn’t open and close, his jaw just slid back and foth. i remember the little girl said “why does your mouth move like that” and the skin-taker didn’t look at the girl but at the camera and said “TO GRIND YOUR SKIN”
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
I’m so relieved that other people remember this terrible show!
I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, and just all screaming, screaming. The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this. I woke up many times from that nightmare. I used to wet the bed when I had it.
kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i don’t think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode.
Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.
kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
maybe i’m manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing what you described. they just screamed.
Jaren_2005
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Oh God. Yes. The little girl, Janice, I remember seeing her shake. And the Skin-Taker screaming through his gnashing teeth, his jaw careening so wildly I thought it would come off its wire hinges. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we didn’t have the courage to turn it back on.
mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was littel in the early 70s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remebered a kid’s show, candle cove. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said “because i used to think it was so strange that you said ‘i’m gona go watch candle cove now mom’. you had a such a big imagination with your little pirate show. [i]then you would tune the tv to static and just watch dead air for 30 minutes...[/i]”
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Oh god that was actually scary where did you find it?
I didn't understand the ending. I mean, they saw static, but why did they just see Candle Cove?
Why not Winnie the Pooh?
It's pastacreepy, not Russipasta.
OK, but I would like an answer to my question.
[quote]When I was a kid I used to go to this camp in North Carolina every summer, up in the mountains. It was a great camp with tons of fun activities, I really enjoyed it. One of the programs I could have done without, however, was the dreaded hike up Mount Pinnacle, sometimes referred to as "Shadow Mountain" because of the huge shadow it would often cast over the camp. This was the trek taken only once during our stay at camp, a several hour hike to the top of a nearby mountain followed by an overnight camp out. Now the camp out part was really fun. We would split into our cabin groups and walk to our respective camp sites after the long hike. At night we would sit around the fire and tell scary stories, which always ended up being a really bad idea given that we were basically sleeping in these deserted woods with no protection whatsoever. Waking up in the morning to find that I was indeed still breathing was always a relief.
One year, however, things did not go as smoothly as they should have during the overnight on Shadow Mountain. I was probably about 12 or 13 years old, and used to the camping routine by then as I had been going to the camp since age 8. The long hike had already passed and my cabinmates and I were sitting around at our camp site and talking. One of our two counselors approached us. "If you guys want us to cook you dinner you're going to have to go find some firewood. You'd better hurry up too. It'll be dark out soon."
We looked at each other with mild annoyance. Of course we didn't want to go scavenging for sticks. That was work, no matter how menial. Our stomachs sided with our counselor, though, so we split into smaller groups of 2 or 3 and headed out. I don't know about you, but I'm an adventurous type of guy. I try to add a little fun wherever I can, so I decided to transform this quest for wood into a fun little exploration expedition. Sure, we picked up a few twigs and branches along the way, but we now had a new goal to venture through some unofficial trails on this vast mountain. In all honesty I didn't have very high hopes for us. Like I said before, I had been camping here before and I hadn't ever stumbled across anything worth mentioning. But this was a new year, a new camp site, and a pleasant surprise awaited me. Or so I thought.
My friends and I searched around the area, eager to find something that might peak our interest, if only for a moment. After about 15 minutes I was ready to give up. I'll admit again that even from the start I wasn't expecting much. Suddenly one of my friends stops abruptly. The two of us that are still walking quickly stop and look back at him. He smiles a mysterious smile and slowly points his hand to the right of him. Our eyes follow his hand to what at first glance seems to be just another leafy bush bordering our current trail. Then I saw it. A pathway, just beyond these few green leaves. A road paved with dead leaves and dirt and sticks and rocks. It stuck out now, and I wondered how I could have missed something so obvious. We laughed in victory and, pushing the leaves out of our way, began down this new path of wonder.
The path led us along its wavy bends for much longer than I had expected. At least ten minutes had passed before we actually reached the end of it. But it wasn't an end. It was more like a new beginning. This mystical path had led us right into a very large clearing, an open area of forestry that was just so blatantly different from any other part of the mountain I had ever encountered that I was immediately enthralled by the whole of it. It was like a place of wonder and disbelief. It was so natural and yet so unreal at the same time. Dusk was setting in but we didn't notice. The evening light only magnified the magic in the air. I scanned the area quickly and saw, off in the distance, a large tree that had fallen on its side. It had fallen at a precise location that allowed its long trunk to serve as a bridge over a small "gorge". "Just like in the movies" I thought to myself. I pointed this out to my friends and we headed over to the tree's roots. We intended to climb across the trunk to the other side because it looked like the path continued over there. First my friend Ben crossed over. He actually walked across, which I felt was too dangerous. My minor fear of heights was overcome by my desire to explore, and I crawl/walked across the trunk-bridge after him. I turned back to look at my third friend, whose turn it was to cross.
This friend, we'll call him Brandon, was definitely the more cowardly of the bunch. I could tell from his expression that he did not want to cross the trunk, so naturally Ben and I pestered him to do so.
"Come on Brandon, cross over! It's not even a big deal."
"I don't know guys. This thing doesn't look too sturdy. And it's getting pretty dark out. Everybody is probably wondering where we are. Why don't we head back and just check this place out more tomorrow morning?"
Although he was obviously making excuses, he did have a valid point. I hadn't realized it until now but it was much darker than it had been when we had first come here. The shadows were slowly merging into the night and we would be in deep shit if it got too dark for us to find our way back to the camp site, so in the end we did decide to head back. Once again Ben crossed back over the trunk before me. Now I was all alone on the far side of the path. My friends stood there and waited for me to cross, but I still had this burning urge to dig deeper, to find out what lay ahead. I had a feeling we wouldn't be able to come back to this place the next morning. I had come this far, I might as well go a few steps further. "Hold on one sec, I'll be right back" I shouted to them quickly, and I darted around the corner and down the path just a few feet more. It was getting really dark now and I couldn't make out every single detail as I took a cursory glance around, but my eyes instinctively locked onto something a short distance away. It seemed to be a dark figure that looked like it was leaning against a tree. I was scared shitless but at the same time I knew my mind was just playing tricks on me, so I peered even harder at this enigma. It wasn't too tall, just about my height actually, maybe a little shorter. But it stayed perfectly still. As the seconds flew by I became more and more sure that I was staring at somebody or something living. What really got me was that it never moved once, not even an inch. It terrified me.
I snapped out of my apparent trance to the sound of my friends calling my name and asking me what I was doing. The crickets were chirping now. I ran as fast as I could back around the corner and across the log without a second thought. My heart was still beating a mile a minute as I imagined the shadowed figure chasing me with inhuman speed.
"What were you doing back there?"
"Nothing man, I just had to take one little peek at what we were missing. I didnt want to come all this way for nothing"
I managed a forced chuckle. It's not like I was lying to them, there was just a little more to the story now. I decided not to tell them what I had seen for a few reasons. First of all, I was still trying to convince myself that I had imagined it, though I was now almost positive that I had seen something horrifying. Even if I did tell them, they would probably think I was playing a stupid prank on them. I have been known to lie for a good laugh on numerous occasions, so it was very likely that they would see this as just another gag. And the last thing I wanted was for one of my friends to hear my story and then decide to prank me. You have no idea how scary those overnights can get. I swear, we literally just sleep on the ground in sleeping bags under an overhang. There aren't even any walls, just forest. When that fire dies out and the only light you have left is the moon it gets creepy, and I was already going to be up all night now. I didn't need one of my friends standing off in the distance while I'm trying to sleep so he can spook the shit out of me. I was paranoid now, obviously.
We made our way back to the site where we were questioned, first by the counselors:
"Where the hell were you?"
"We got lost. Sorry"
And then by our friends:
"Where the hell were you?"
"Oh nowhere, nowhere at all"
The standard campfire rituals commenced. Marshmallows, smores, scary stories, etc. The counselors always had the best scary stories, which didn't exactly help my current situation. I was on edge to begin with, but I took it all in and just waited for bedtime. I just wanted to get to sleep so I could wake up so I could leave. Finally it was time for bed. Being an occasional insomniac I usually find myself awake long after the last of my friends have nodded off into dreamland, so the comfort of others only lasted for so long. I tried to fall asleep fast, I really did. But the harder I tried, the more I thought of the reason why I wanted to sleep. What was that thing? Was it here right now watching? Waiting for me to close my eyes long enough for it to- No, I was being paranoid again. Just shut up and try to sleep...
Sometime later, still during the middle of the night, a faint but persistent noise broke the silence that had been mocking me for hours. I was still woefully awake and I turned my head to hear better. It sounded like...barking. Barking and howling and rustling off in the distance. Somehow this was comforting to me. Dogs I could deal with. Wolves even, I could deal with. I went so far as to delude myself into believing that they served as some kind of protection for me, and soon enough I slowly drifted off to sleep.
I awoke the next morning in a less than peaceful manner. I was being nudged, pulled, shaken hard. Somebody was saying something to me but I didn't want to listen. Now that it was morning and I was safe, all I wanted to do was sleep. The words were repeated to me, now a little less blurred. "______ ______ _____ _____?"
"What?" I said as I opened my eyes to my counselor's very nervous expression. This was not something I wanted to wake up to. I immediately became frightened again. Now I listened carefully for him to speak again.
"Have you seen Matt Jenner? Come on Jason this is serious! Wake up!"
I hadn't seen Matt Jenner. I barely even knew the kid. He was a year younger than me and in a different cabin. Apparently a 2/10 had been called over the walky talkies. This was an emergency code used by the camp staff whenever something potentially disastrous had happened, like, say, a camper gone missing. Nobody seemed to know where he was. Not only that, but one of Matt's counselors was also missing. This wasn't of quite as much concern at the moment. As I listened to what was going on, a wave of fear suddenly overtook me. This couldn't have possibly been related to last night, could it?
I later learned that the dogs I thought I had heard the night before were in fact search dogs, led by federal officers in desperate search of Matt. Once I was informed about his missing counselor, things seemed to piece together much easier. Apparently this guy was a schizophreniac who hadn't had a breakdown in years. In fact he had been doing so well lately that he recently made the decision to stop taking his medication all together. The authorities were able to figure out the rest of the story pretty quickly, but I knew instantaneously. That dark figure, leaning against the tree. It wasn't moving. It wasnt moving because it was Matt Jenner's rotting corpse. And I'm almost positive that if I had taken just a few more steps down that path, if I had missed his body and kept walking along, I would have ended up right alongside him with nobody there to tell my story.[/quote]
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Uhm, again I am looking for an answer for my question about Candle Cove. Why is it scary that they imagine that they see scary shit?
[QUOTE=GmanIsJoker;18749148]Uhm, again I am looking for an answer for my question about Candle Cove. Why is it scary that they imagine that they see scary shit?[/QUOTE]
Because it was such a mass delusion, it makes you think you could be part of something like that too. People don't like it when the idea that any part of their life is a lie is presented to them.
[QUOTE=Muffinbuster;18750403]Because it was such a mass delusion, it makes you think you could be part of something like that too. People don't like it when the idea that any part of their life is a lie is presented to them.[/QUOTE]
O...K???
[QUOTE=GmanIsJoker;18749148]Uhm, again I am looking for an answer for my question about Candle Cove. Why is it scary that they imagine that they see scary shit?[/QUOTE]
Because on top of it being scary shit, they weren't just watching it, something or someone was [i]showing[/i] it to them.
Damn, all my creepypasta ideas are out. Any ideas?
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[QUOTE=Roast Beast;18761018]Because on top of it being scary shit, they weren't just watching it, something or someone was [i]showing[/i] it to them.[/QUOTE]
OOooooooooh, now I got it. But WHY did someone show them it? What sick mofo would do THAT?
[QUOTE=GmanIsJoker;18761054]OOooooooooh, now I got it. But WHY did someone show them it? What sick mofo would do THAT?[/QUOTE]
Well that's what makes it creepy, not knowing why it's happening or who's doing it.
OK
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