Then a skeleton popped out- Things that scare, freak and creep the shit out of you V2 - Games

Guess they think 8 year olds wont figure it out and they put the crowbar there just to teach em not to be that smart and open the tomb

[QUOTE=Nohj;31128879]It is faked. He edited the song to do it. Thats why it does the same thing on yours.[/QUOTE] Oh, I realize what you're saying now, yea, his did add that image to the song, i could tell that just by listening to the music and knowing exactly how to do that. The sound of an image in a song is unmistakeable. I know that creepypasta is as old as the bones the skeleton that popped out from it, but i think the story would've been better if [sp]he did add some different tones but instead of just putting some "oooh scary marowak mother ghost", and some unown letters, he could've put something written by his friend, how he knew what was missing, maybe only in the left ear too. [editline]15th July 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Arvuti;31130719]Ben creepypasta was good, until ben started posessing his computer etc. Then it turned into bullshit tbh.[/QUOTE] I thought the entire Ben creepypasta was cheezy, I have read better.

Resident Evil 4 when the Regenerator first showed up. That thing scared the absolute shit out of me. The way if you shot it's limbs off it crawled up and over windows... And the spiky one in the sewers, holy shit.

I come to you with a very good yet slightly long creepypasta called String Theory, not really a scary creepypasta, just one that, makes you think. [quote=Strings]Have you ever had an experience that suggested someone else was in your house, and just thought “I don’t wanna know” and left it? Sometimes, fear of the unknown just seems like the preferable option than facing a real, concrete danger. Normally it’s nothing, though. One time, the beeper function of my wireless housephone went off, when I was the only one home. It could only be called from the living room. Another time, I swear someone took some change from my desk. They’re all probably just slightly disconcerting tricks of the memory. But what would you do when something truly suggestive happens? Would you run, or just ignore it, like I did? Last Monday was a normal day. I got up, brushed my teeth, changed into school clothes… All little parts of my morning ritual. It seemed like it would be another totally un-noteworthy day, until I saw the strings. There were three or four thick twine strings in my room. They criss-crossed between the walls around my bed, one attached to the door. No way would I have missed them before; I should have tripped over them. They were tied to pins in the walls, which had also not existed before ten seconds ago. Nobody could have been in my room while I was in it, let alone set this up. It was early, and my brain wasn’t processing correctly. I simply discredited the sight, untied the strings and left for school, leaving them balled up on my desk. It didn’t get any better later. Outside my house there were hundreds of them, tied between houses, around cars, across streets… This had to be some super elaborate prank. One of those hidden camera shows, or a comedy improv blog. They had gotten everyone else to play along too; passer-bys were tangled in them, tying them to objects they were walking towards and away from, as if they had been and were continuing to follow the course laid out for them. I nervously continued my journey to school. On the bus, every except me was tied to the door. At school, groups of friends were tied to each other; teachers were tied to their desks and boards. Oddly enough, at this point all I could wonder was why I had been left out. When my friend Lucy sat beside me in first period, she simply plonked her bag down on my lap and rested her chin in her hand, looking right past me to the window outside. “Hey Lucy.” No response. “Come on, I didn’t expect you to be in on this too. “ She sighed and started taking books from her bag. All the books were tied to her hands. I grinned, and yanked one of the strings off a book. She didn’t seem to notice, instead simply disregarding the book completely, letting it drop to the floor without a moment’s hesitation. “Um.” I leaned down, picking up her book and placing it back on her desk. She took no notice. “Well, if that’s how we’re gonna play it.” I smiled, trying to look playful, but really just trying to hide my nervousness. I bundled all the strings attached to her together with one hand, then pulled them all free. She blinked, turning to stare at me. “Holy crap, Martin. You’re like a ninja or something.” “I’ve been sitting here for maybe ten minutes.” I smiled again, relieved my friend had finally “noticed” me. “Where did all these strings come from??” She gasped, seemingly noticing for the first time. “I assumed you were all fucking with me…” She stood up, backing into a corner. No one else in the class noticed. “They weren’t here just a minute ago! Do you see them too??” Her tone made it clear she was genuinely scared. “No. Didn’t you-. “ I was interrupted by my teacher slamming the door behind her. Everyone except me and Lucy murmured a good morning, and still, no one seemed to pay either of us any notice. “People have been ignoring me all day.” I said to Lucy, before turning to our teacher. “Hey! Dumb bitch! You can’t teach for shit!” No reaction. “I’m getting away from all this shit.” Lucy pulled a few strings aside and left the class. I followed, and surprise-surprise, no one else noticed. We wandered the corridors, leaving and entering classes as we saw fit. Whenever we untied a chair or book from someone else, it was like it suddenly didn’t matter to them. It didn’t exist. I showed her the street outside; there were more strings than when I came in this morning. Twice as many. We carefully picked our way through the tangle, making our way to a nearby coffee shop. Not particularly grand, I know. But what would you do in our situation? As I said, fear of the unknown sometimes seems like the safer option. On a few occasions, I suggested we untie a few more people. Lucy was opposed to it, remembering how terrified she’d been. In the coffee shop, we grabbed a couple of sandwiches and drinks from the fridge. We found a table, untied all strings attached to the chairs, and sat down. We both ate in silence, both of us too scared, both of us distracting ourselves by watching the strangers in the shop, oblivious to the strings. After twenty minutes, Lucy spoke up. “Now she’s gonna take that sandwich.” She said, pointing at a woman across the shop. Sure enough, she walked to the fridge and took the plastic wrapped sandwich she was tied to. “She pays for it and leaves.” She did so, according to the prophecies of the strings. “That guy doesn’t intend to pay.” I watched as a man took his coffee and ran out of the store, the two servers just looking too exasperated to go after him. “This is horrible.” She whimpered. “Let’s go. Please.” Outside wasn’t much better. Everyone just followed the strings’ instructions, going about their daily lives. Lucy announced she was going home to sleep this off, and I agreed to walk her home. She only lived ten minutes away. Away from the busier part of town there were fewer strings. It was nicer; we could pretend it wasn’t happening. When we turned onto Lucy’s street, she stopped, her mouth falling open. “What now?” I broke the silence, my voice sounding surprisingly small. ”Look.” She pointed outside one of her neighbours houses. I saw it clearly, and I’ll take my memory of that moment ‘til the day I die. A little dark imp, maybe three feet tall, walking along with its knuckles on the ground, almost like a monkey. It had two bulbous yellow eyes taking up about half its face, and no mouth or any other facial features. It was holding a hammer and a ball of twine, which it was letting out behind it. It walked quickly and quietly from the front door of the house to the mailbox. It stopped, hammered a nail into the side of the box, and tied it’s string around it. It turned to face us, and stopped when it spotted us. My bottom fell out even further than it had already been, but it just stared with a look of surprise and curiosity. You could almost say it was the more frightened one. Suddenly, it beckoned to us with its tiny hand. I looked at Lucy, she hadn’t moved. I looked back at the imp, which stared at me. I halved the distance between us, and then halved it again. This wasn’t fear of the unknown anymore; it was fear of this little guy. Didn’t seem like anything to be scared of. When I was a meter away from it, it extended its hand. “Uh. Hi.” I shook it. It nodded in approval, blinking its massive yellow eyes up at me. “So you’re the ones in charge of the strings?” It nodded eagerly. I called Lucy over, but she stayed where she was. “There are more of you?” Another nod. I wanted to ask it so many questions, about what it was and where it came from, but it seemed for now I was stuck with only yes or no questions. “Do we even have free will?” It just looked at me, almost sadly. I immediately felt sick to my stomach, and couldn’t bear looking at the little monster anymore. I grabbed Lucy, who had been listening to our exchange, and now sat on the curb with her head in her hands. “Come on.” We entered her house, and I made her a cup of tea. When I found her in the living room, she had untied her dog and was curled up with it, crying. I set the tea down and sat beside her. “I’m so scared.” She whispered after a good ten minutes of sobbing. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. “I’m going to sleep” She mumbled suddenly, and was under within the minute. Sleep was starting to sound pretty good all of a sudden, my eyelids suddenly felt like they were being weighed down. I collapsed to the rug, and the last thing I heard before I fell asleep was the scurrying of several sets of little feet nearby. I felt much better the next day, as if the whole affair had been a dream. I’d probably have believed that if I hadn’t been awoken by Lucy’s mother that morning, wondering what I was doing sleeping over without permission or something. Over breakfast, Lucy asked me why I looked so pale and nervous. I turned to her and smiled, mumbling something to her about feeling sick. But the truth was, I was scared because I couldn’t see any strings, and was wondering whether my actions were truly my own.[/quote]

[QUOTE=ColonelCorn;31126809]The subtitle spam in Nightmare House 2 scared the shit out of me. Especially because you couldn't actually hear anything.[/QUOTE] HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! Although Nightmare House also had some pretty damn funny moments too, such as the [sp]fire drill[/sp], and the many easter eggs (Except for Uboa). [QUOTE=coco911231;31133492]I come to you with a very good yet slightly long creepypasta called String Theory, not really a scary creepypasta, just one that, makes you think.[/QUOTE] So, does the narrator end up being [sp]the only one attached to the strings?[/sp]

[QUOTE=ColonelCorn;31126809]The subtitle spam in Nightmare House 2 scared the shit out of me. Especially because you couldn't actually hear anything.[/QUOTE] Read as subtle spam. [img]http://i.cubeupload.com/VBpszY.png[/img]

I thought that UBOA was hilarious when I saw the clip

I remember I was playing ArmA one night by myself. I opened up the level editor, set the time to dead of night, clear starry sky, left the map empty, and just played. I was walking around, RPing like I was the only man left on the planet (Don't ask). After about 5 minutes of wandering around in the darkness, my character says, "Unknown man at 200 meters." I fucking quit the game right then and there.

[QUOTE=hl2poo;31133807]I remember I was playing ArmA one night by myself. I opened up the level editor, set the time to dead of night, clear starry sky, left the map empty, and just played. I was walking around, RPing like I was the only man left on the planet (Don't ask). After about 5 minutes of wandering around in the darkness, my character says, "Unknown man at 200 meters." I fucking quit the game right then and there.[/QUOTE] I would goddamn shit myself.

[QUOTE=hl2poo;31133807]I remember I was playing ArmA one night by myself. I opened up the level editor, set the time to dead of night, clear starry sky, left the map empty, and just played. I was walking around, RPing like I was the only man left on the planet (Don't ask). After about 5 minutes of wandering around in the darkness, my character says, "Unknown man at 200 meters." I fucking quit the game right then and there.[/QUOTE] its its gotten smarter the the ai the enemies HELPMEHELPMEHELPMEHELPMEHELPMEHELPMEHELPMEHELPMEHELPMEHELPMEHELPME (Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. :v:)

[QUOTE=Nohj;31124292]that is one of the best animated cutscenes I have ever seen. Everything is so smooth. all the fingers are separated. Its amazing. Why arent more games today like that?[/QUOTE] Well it's obvious that that game was more cartoony, so they could dance around with fluid movements like that.

[QUOTE=hl2poo;31133807]I remember I was playing ArmA one night by myself. I opened up the level editor, set the time to dead of night, clear starry sky, left the map empty, and just played. I was walking around, RPing like I was the only man left on the planet (Don't ask). After about 5 minutes of wandering around in the darkness, my character says, "Unknown man at 200 meters." I fucking quit the game right then and there.[/QUOTE] No matter what you say, no matter what you do. Ingame Slenderman will be after you!

For some reason, those weird sounds on minecraft creep me out. I use to always save and quit after hearing one.

[img]http://bbsimg.ngfiles.com/15/20773000/ngbbs4b7987bed72dc.jpg[/img] Teleport scene of HL2. And Call of Cthulu? [B]HHNNNGGGGG[/B] [img]http://bbsimg.ngfiles.com/15/20771000/ngbbs4b78cbf99c581.jpg[/img]

oh yea that half life 2 scene, made me quit a few times too lol

[QUOTE=Takkuull;31134712][img]http://bbsimg.ngfiles.com/15/20773000/ngbbs4b7987bed72dc.jpg[/img] [/QUOTE] Just the teleport scene? Come on, [U]EVERY SINGLE SECTION[/U] Involving those fuckers was scary. You're in the water, utterly unprotected, and that fucking jaw comes out of the gloom...Nope.

Yeah, And I can't quite remember, maybe someone could help me on this one but... It might be Lara Croft, i'm not sure. You swim in to this like concrete tank or something like that and theres like some massive MASSIVE whale or shark or giant eel, i think it was a whale, but it's like really close to the bottom of the tank and if you go down near it and go infront of it and it just sucks you in. I probably sound like a crazy mad man but... I remember it vaguely. :v:

[QUOTE=Mr Shadyface;31135470]Just the teleport scene? Come on, [U]EVERY SINGLE SECTION[/U] Involving those fuckers was scary. You're in the water, utterly unprotected, and that fucking jaw comes out of the gloom...Nope.[/QUOTE] That was HL1 though in HL2 you only see it once

[QUOTE=Mr Shadyface;31135470]Just the teleport scene? Come on, [U]EVERY SINGLE SECTION[/U] Involving those fuckers was scary. You're in the water, utterly unprotected, and that fucking jaw comes out of the gloom...Nope.[/QUOTE] Yeah, he WAS in half life 1, when you get in the tank and you get a crossbow and you like bust out the cage, something like that. [editline]15th July 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=wewt!;31135513]That was HL1 though in HL2 you only see it once[/QUOTE] Thought so. :)

If anyone is interested, there's a pretty creepy flash puzzle game called "This is a Work of Fiction" It's not really scary creepy, but creepy in the way that the string theory creepypasta is. Involves a lot stuff about free will and alternate realities and the like. [url]http://www.kongregate.com/games/2DArray/this-is-a-work-of-fiction[/url]

Walking around in "The Simpsons hit & run" OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE HIT BY COP CAR, FLY INTO WALL

I freak the fuck out whenever I run into a mob while mining deep in the unlit caves of Minecraft. Just thinking there might be a skeleton or a creeper coming towards me while I'm mining obsidian makes me often quit mining a block to check my back. Minecraft is this far, the only game that has managed to make me genuinely afraid of something.

Playing first SOCOM NAVY SEALs on PS2. Shoot terrorist. Loud as fuck death scream behind me. NOPE

[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j79OmhES7J0&[/media] Didn't even play the mod and it still freaks me the fuck out. Also I love these kind of threads.

[QUOTE=Takkuull;31135493]Yeah, And I can't quite remember, maybe someone could help me on this one but... It might be Lara Croft, i'm not sure. You swim in to this like concrete tank or something like that and theres like some massive MASSIVE whale or shark or giant eel, i think it was a whale, but it's like really close to the bottom of the tank and if you go down near it and go infront of it and it just sucks you in. I probably sound like a crazy mad man but... I remember it vaguely. :v:[/QUOTE] Could you be talking about the fucking underwater fans? I remember clearly brown murky water and submarines, and swimming near the fans sucked you in scared the everliving FUCK out of me when I was 6 ish.

[QUOTE=Akimotoz;31136215]Could you be talking about the fucking underwater fans? I remember clearly brown murky water and submarines, and swimming near the fans sucked you in scared the everliving FUCK out of me when I was 6 ish.[/QUOTE] I remember that but it was definately a Marine animal of sorts.

[QUOTE=DTkach;31136193][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j79OmhES7J0&[/media] Didn't even play the mod and it still freaks me the fuck out. Also I love these kind of threads.[/QUOTE] This game sprouted my fear of unclothed mannequins. They follow you man, they follow you.

[QUOTE=hl2poo;31133807]I remember I was playing ArmA one night by myself. I opened up the level editor, set the time to dead of night, clear starry sky, left the map empty, and just played. I was walking around, RPing like I was the only man left on the planet (Don't ask). After about 5 minutes of wandering around in the darkness, my character says, "Unknown man at 200 meters." I fucking quit the game right then and there.[/QUOTE] Unknown man at right behind you.

[QUOTE=Takkuull;31136251]I remember that but it was definately a Marine animal of sorts.[/QUOTE] Oh god 0:45 in the background, that's the fucking fan I was talking about. Can't believe I found it. [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bzMwk-TsY58[/url]

It's a cutscene from Homeworld Cataclysm, but playing against the monster was just as scary. It used to give me nightmares when I was younger, and this mission still gives me chills when I replay. [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDcELUCroDs[/media]