The Generally Just Creepy Stuff Thread V2: Hyperrealism, Content, or GTFO.
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[QUOTE=Esteam;29981982]hey guys
[img]http://i.imgur.com/Q7tdS.jpg[/img][/QUOTE]
Kill it with fire!!! I fuckin hate spiders!
[QUOTE=froztshock;29996077]That manga is creepy, but I saw this panel out of context before I actually read the manga and I couldn't stop laughing.
[img]http://monsterbook.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/Amigara.png[/img][/QUOTE]
I love that part. I couldnt stop laughing when I saw it.
Then you realise exactly what happens to that kid. :ohdear:
[QUOTE=shadow_of_intent;29997096]I love that part. I couldnt stop laughing when I saw it.
Then you realise exactly what happens to that kid. :ohdear:[/QUOTE]
Oh god this manga made me afraid of caves for some reason, or just claustrophobic in general.
Its that much worse if you were already claustrophobic.
They dont seem to die in there. What happens if they get stuck on a slight lip of rock? They are trapped under hundreds of thousands of tonnes of rock for eternity.
:byodood:
I'm not usually claustrophobic, but I definitely would not like to go down one of those holes. :ohdear:
[QUOTE=shadow_of_intent;29997200]Its that much worse if you were already claustrophobic.
They dont seem to die in there. What happens if they get stuck on a slight lip of rock? They are trapped under hundreds of thousands of tonnes of rock for eternity.
:byodood:[/QUOTE]
I was thinking about that for a few days after reading it, really makes my skin crawl. :suicide:
Isnt it by the same guy who made that manga about circles or something, I don't dare read it.
[QUOTE=kevinseven;29997993]I was thinking about that for a few days after reading it, really makes my skin crawl. :suicide:
Isnt it by the same guy who made that manga about circles or something, I don't dare read it.[/QUOTE]
Wasn't circles, 'twas spirals.
[url]http://read.mangashare.com/Uzumaki/chapter-001/page001.html[/url]
Here it is. Very good.
Oh...fuck...well now I kind of want to read it...
Nah I'm gonna go watch Star Trek.
[QUOTE=Archonet;29995472]*Grabs shoe*
Welp.
*SMASH*
:v:[/QUOTE]
I don't kill spiders.
[QUOTE=kevinseven;29998088]Oh...fuck...well now I kind of want to read it...
Nah I'm gonna go watch Star Trek.[/QUOTE]
No. You will read, and you will enjoy. It actually took me 3 nights to read all of it in 2 hours spurts.
[QUOTE=tehMuffinMan;29968303]rerr[/QUOTE]
:frog:
Now. Go on, Shoo, Shoo!
Back to the Dragon Megathread with you!
The Spiral Obsession is brilliant.
[QUOTE=kevinseven;29997993]Isnt it by the same guy who made that manga about circles or something, I don't dare read it.[/QUOTE]
No no no, you cant let a little fear stand in the way of a brilliant story!
Ive read 2 stories by the same guy, and they were fantastic.
Yeah, well curiosity got the better of me a few days ago. I downloaded LSD for the PS1.
[img]http://www.blogcdn.com/www.joystiq.com/media/2010/08/gamlsdgame530.jpg[/img]
Never looked back. Ever.
Just in case the grey man is stalking me through my nightmares again... D:
[QUOTE=Beau_Chaotica;29998685]Yeah, well curiosity got the better of me a few days ago. I downloaded LSD for the PS1.
[img]http://www.blogcdn.com/www.joystiq.com/media/2010/08/gamlsdgame530.jpg[/img]
Never looked back. Ever.
Just in case the grey man is stalking me through my nightmares again... D:[/QUOTE]
VAT EIN FECKEN :suicide:
Thats just... I mean it... I...
Wait, is that the Annoying Orange?
[QUOTE=Archonet;29998726]VAT EIN FECKEN :suicide:
Thats just... I mean it... I...
Wait, is that the Annoying Orange?[/QUOTE]
It's uh...well, I don't really know. The game changes textures a lot. Had a couple of friends round to play this thing, and we all literally screamed when that thing leered round the corner. Pants-shitting territory.
Yeah...
[QUOTE=Beau_Chaotica;29998685]Yeah, well curiosity got the better of me a few days ago. I downloaded LSD for the PS1.
[img]http://www.blogcdn.com/www.joystiq.com/media/2010/08/gamlsdgame530.jpg[/img]
Never looked back. Ever.
Just in case the grey man is stalking me through my nightmares again... D:[/QUOTE]
I watched a Let's Play of this once
...
FLYING.
FUCKING.
ELEPHANT!!!!
Where can I get that game?
Let's Play LSD: part 1
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uK1N5j7Qn7A[/media]
[editline]23rd May 2011[/editline]
Straight to the creepy face thing
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxIyMhOu_ZE&feature=related[/media]
@7:40+
[QUOTE=IAreLegend;29964535]Huehueheuheuh
[img]http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9oXx3Bl-4/TZqd1AsoGyI/AAAAAAAAAYA/acNr7rMI_QE/s1600/Insidious+Old+Woman.jpg[/img][/QUOTE]
love witches
[QUOTE=ironman17;30003030]Drr... Drr... Drr... (Nightmare Fuel)
DDR! DDR! DDR! (Nightmare Retardant)
[IMG]http://uboachan.net/yn/src/1250197634776.jpg[/IMG][/QUOTE]
Eyes on the screen, not on your feet!
Er... Well... I can't really tell where you ARE looking but just a tip.
[editline]23rd May 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=SuperDuperScoot;30000712]I watched a Let's Play of this once
...
FLYING.
FUCKING.
ELEPHANT!!!![/QUOTE]
He's just chillin n flyin n shit, leave him alone!
Man, an elephant can't go for one damn flight without people freakin.
Edit: Ghostwork, you are SO FUNNY! HARR DEE HARR HARR HARR!
[QUOTE=froztshock;29996077]That manga is creepy, but I saw this panel out of context before I actually read the manga and I couldn't stop laughing.
[img]http://monsterbook.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/Amigara.png[/img][/QUOTE]I never really understood what was so creepy about this.
Some people go into human shaped holes then become Mr. Fantastic.
[QUOTE=.biz;30006851]I never really understood what was so creepy about this.
Some people go into human shaped holes then become Mr. Fantastic.[/QUOTE]
Get out of here you low-level domain name!
[QUOTE=Archonet;29998473]:frog:
Now. Go on, Shoo, Shoo!
Back to the Dragon Megathread with you![/QUOTE]
rerrrr
[QUOTE=Archonet;30006880]Get out of here you low-level domain name![/QUOTE]You are now being redirected to facepunch.biz...
[QUOTE=tehMuffinMan;30006964]rerrrr[/QUOTE]
Don't make me get my medieval army, GO! NOW!
[editline]23rd May 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=.biz;30006979]You are now being redirected to facepunch.biz...[/QUOTE]
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Okay so this a childhood story of mine. From the age of 7-8 I had lived with my grandparents, my grandfather a respectable old man which found it difficult to socialise with me or anyone when I was in the room or in close vicinity of him..This I though was strange as my grandmother was very kind an compassionate towards me in all situations, even when I hurt the dog when, why did I hurt the dog? I don't know...It sort of ran into me brushing it's teeth along my leg and all I remember of this countable experience is the enormous surge of rage that restrained all my thoughts and the dog was suddenly on the other side of the garden screeching in pain; I felt like I was waking up from a dream, the reason I remember this more than the other "black outs" I experienced is because I hurt a living animal, I couldn't imagine doing that ever again. It was normally stationary objects that I destroyed.
However, Several experiences like this continued throughout those two years of living, one of most importance, which may have brought an end to the what seemed like entity living inside me, I felt like it was protecting me.
But, I haven't felt better since the day it all stopped, the day the man came... The day I was initially born, Regular family festivities occured for most of the morning, It become late noon and there was a knock on the door, it was just me my dad, grandmother and grandfather; I answered the front door and rather familiar man wearing a brown and grey un-matching tweed three piece suit with a yellow vomit colour bow-tie, rather chubby with a croaky but soothing voice pursues to say "Hello little one, can I speak to your grandmother" I had no idea why.
I hear my grandmother and the strange man continue to argue at the front door about what I think was an air-loom (I have no idea how it is spelled) my grand parents owned, a cushion cut Paraiba Tourmaline, it was also of quite size. Though it was not that big, very valuable and important to my grandmother (I have no idea of it's origins and she still refuses to tell me to this day) I was told never to touch it, despite the fact I grandparents used to inspect it quite regularly; the argument then continued for what I thought hours, it had only passed an hour (my grandfather didn't intervene) it was this hour the argument died down and my grandfather started to shout at me and drag me by the collar of my shirt to my room, he then sat me on the bed and told me to stay and sit. The lock on the door was used as soon as he left the room and I could him crying and sliding down the door to a sitting position.
The rage then came to me again, I started destroying pencils, pens, lego...the things you have lying around at these ages, I even ripped the foot of my bed off... I then saw what was very strange, a gemstone flying through the air and shattering into pieces causing a flash of strange light and shards of gemstone killing all the people in the room, all I remember is kneeling down and seeing blood run out from under my knees and people screaming, I woke up with this strange man patting my head sympathetically then saying "I'm sorry kid, I'm sorry for all this has caused you... I will see to it that it will never happen to anyone ever again".
Later that day I asked my grandmother what had happened and why was she arguing, she answered with this "I wasn't arguing, a met a young man that wanted to buy our gemstone" I then went on to describe the man I had saw, she put her hand to her mouth and gasped, she said "you described 'Dave'" my grandmothers friend which was a dad to my mother because her dad had died before she was born, he died on a bus after he had a massive heart attack, he died in my mothers' arms.
Today I have restored my friendship with my grandfather and I have never experienced an episode since, they sold the gemstone that was roughly worth £6000+ for £235.
I still don't know why they sold the gemstone.
I just had the fucking weirdest nightmare ever. :psyduck: I know this isn't a dream thread, but eh, it was pretty creepy so I'll post it here anyways.
It started with me and some friends (friends that I don't know in real life) hanging out at an indoor swimming pool. After an uneventful while, we all left the building. There were probably about ten of us. We got on our bikes parked out front and started biking off.
Now, this is when things get a little confusing. For some reason, we're in the desert, in a mountainous region. Furthermore, it's apparently incredibly rural, since we only passed a building every few minutes or so. Suddenly, my cell phone vibrates in my pocket. (I always keep my phone on vibrate.) I pull it out and flip it open (it's an old flip-phone), but what I see is not its regular menu, or even a call. Instead, it's four squares, each with a different symbol on them. One's an address book, one's the AIM icon, one's a camera, and the fourth is a wrench. So, pretty stereotypical icons. The top of the screen reads "Quick Menu." I have no idea what this is, since I've never seen it before, but I navigate to the address book and select it. Suddenly, the icons start cycling through a bunch of images before all settling on an image of a bullet-hole. Then, the phone emits a surprisingly loud bullet shot sound. I fall off my bike in surprise.
Everyone puts down their bikes and walks over to ask what happened. I explain that my phone seems to be acting strangely. I open it up again, and try to turn it off. When I do, it spits out some message like "Shutdown Process Incomplete!", and presents me with my normal menu, except corrupted; random letters are flashing, or red, as opposed to the normal black. I show them my phone menu. Suddenly, the screen shows 25 playing cards. All of them begin cycling randomly through all the cards in a regular deck, but one by one they settle on the 10 of diamonds. I close the phone and put it in my pocket, saying that I'll try to fix it later. I ask to borrow someone else's phone, and one of the girls in the group gladly hands me hers. I walk behind a nearby tree for some privacy, deciding to call my parents. I flip it open, and notice the keypad is in an odd order; the 4 is next to the 7, the 6 is in the top row, etc. I look up to ask the girl why it's oddly arranged, and notice about half the group is gone.
I ask where they went. The girl says that they went to go grab a bite to eat. Confused, I turn around and see the sign of diner sticking out over one of the dusty red hills we've been biking through. I casually accept this explanation and return to using her phone. I manage to type out my dad's number, but the phone doesn't do anything. I look up again, and the rest of the group has disappeared. I just assume they followed the rest to the diner. Finally, I see a green "Call" button, and hit it. It rings for a few moments before my father picks up. On the other end, I hear my father mumbling about something. It sounds like he's on the road, and has the phone on speakerphone. I try to talk to him, but he doesn't respond. After a few seconds of fruitlessly trying to get his attention, I hear a sudden screeching of the car's breaks. Now, the other end is dead silent. I ask what's happened.
Now this is when things get even more... odd. There's a shrieking from the other end. It sounds almost inhuman, but it's definitely something alive and in pain. I try to say something, but I'm frozen by fear. Suddenly, the other end hangs up. I immediately decide to call my mom and see if she knows what may have happened. When she picks up, I don't hear anything. I ask if she's there. I hear someone chuckling on the other end. Just chuckling, and not in her voice. Again petrified, I hang up. I walk back to where my friends left the bikes and notice something odd. Even though they've all apparently gone to the diner on the other side of the hill, there are no footprints leading in that direction. We were biking in sandy soil, and there were plenty of wheel marks and footprints in the sand around the area, but none leaving it. I run over the hill to the diner.
Now I realize there's no way they could have gone to the diner. It's run-down, decrepit, and it looks like it's been deserted for years, possibly decades. The windows are boarded up, and the sign is missing letters so that it just reads "DIN--". I stand still, staring at it for a while. At this point, I actually realized I was in a dream. I knew there was no way any of this could actually happen. I begin thinking about my bedroom, trying to wake up and leave. But I don't wake up. For some reason, I seem trapped in my dream. I now grow aware of some presence watching me. It feels like I'm being stalked. I whip around, trying to locate my observer's location, but in all directions, I see only tall, sandy, red hills. I crouch to the ground in the fetal position and immediately begin trying to escape my dream again, imagining my room. I leave the sandy red hills, but I end up in another dream, rather than waking up.
The other dream was also pretty creepy, but I don't feel like typing that up. And I don't think anyone's even going to read this one. I just wanted to type it up because being trapped in my dream was probably one of the most terrifying experiences I've ever had. Bizarre.
[editline]23rd May 2011[/editline]
So yeah, [b]tl;dr[/b]: I have a dream about my phone acting oddly, and then trying to call my parents with a friend's phone. I hear weird noises, realize I'm in a dream, but can't escape.
Interesting dream, I guess phone was Time Crack, erasing your friends.
Also, what is with your avatar?
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