• The Generally Just Creepy Stuff Thread V2: Hyperrealism, Content, or GTFO.
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[QUOTE=Spycrabz;30581682]Well, I was bored and having a discussion with a friend about hackers, so I decided to write this up, my first creepypasta. Criticism would be appreciated. [img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9311300/Misc/echeloncreepypasta.jpg[/img] edit: Funny thing is, that probably just triggered ECHELON :v:[/QUOTE] Imagining that happen to Luzsec makes me a happy man.
Fuck. Watched that EVP one a few pages ago. CREEPY.
Man, the spiral manga sure is creepy [img]http://dl01.mangashare.com/manga/Uzumaki/007/023.jpg[/img]
derp.
[QUOTE=Shostakovich;29421706]A man and woman walked out of the bank, hand in hand. This might be a normal thing for anyone, maybe even you. But not for her. The man made a typical, throwaway remark about their lunch plans. Under usual circumstances, this would just be interpreted as a feeble attempt to incite lightheartedness into the conversation. But not for her. With a quick, agile movement, the woman, his wife, picked up a slab of concrete by the sidewalk and, with great aim, hit two doves perched on a low-hanging branch. They fell, like two pathetic white balloons. As soon as they hit the ground, his wife beat them to a pulp-she could see that they were still breathing. And her husband knew that he fucked up again. Some passerby began to stare openly at the horrible sight of two bashed birds. “Linda!” Her husband yelled. “Stop it!” “I thought we were going to kill two birds with one stone?” She replied, in a voice of unnatural calm. Her face gazed up at him from the ground, stoic and rigid, like some dread mask. ………………………………………………………………………………………….. She had a certain….well, mental illness is a bit of a euphemism. Let’s just say she had a disability. A serious and rare one. Linda could not understand the difference between jokes and imperatives. She took every figure of speech she heard seriously, and was often compelled to make whatever it was into an actuality. Her husband recalled, one point, when she nearly pushed him out the window, when, in light of the recent resignation of his business partner, he remarked that he was in fact flying solo. Linda wasn’t always dangerous, though. Sometimes, he’d go home only to find her giggling like a little girl at the sight of milk on the floor. Or maybe even staring out windows during rainy evenings to see whether any cats and/or dogs were to be found falling from the sky. But then came the times when she would get harmful. Only last month, the pediatrician living in the apartment next to theirs got pelted with apples and other fruits. Poor woman nearly tripped down the stairs. This other time, an event which still scared him up to now, she shoved in his hands a bit of her bloody scalp, saying it was a piece of her mind. She had to wear a bonnet whenever she had to get out of the house after that. In spite of all this strange and violent behavior, he still loved his wife very much and could not bear to send her away to a mental hospital. His mistake. He became very careful around what she would see or hear coming from anybody since the episode with the birds. Much to his joy, a year and a half passed without much incident, and their firstborn child was soon to come. It was good, since the coming of a baby took their minds off whatever financial problems they had. He was away when it happened. After he heard that child was born, he rushed back home. As soon as he stepped through that door, he knew something was wrong. His wife was calling him from the kitchen. In her arms was the son he could never know. In the light of their kitchen, lain on the table, were the remains of the baby, their baby. Its mouth was stretched open to such a degree that it split open, the underside of its jaws seen. It reminded him of a tear in cloth, the seams not made of fabric but of flesh. What little blood the baby had to spare was everywhere. In response to his child’s grotesquely expanded mouth, his father’s jaw fell open in surprise and terror and disgust, threatening to do the same. A scream tried to come out, but it did not. Forcibly thrust into the gaping hole that was a baby’s mouth, was his wife’s forearm. She seemed to be trying to claw something out of the- As soon as his wife spotted him, she turned in his direction, bloody baby still stuck on her arm. “You have to help me! The doctor said he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth!”[/QUOTE] Rate me late for only reading this now, but has anyone made a "Well fuck me sideways" joke yet? :v:
I just got done watching a review of A Serbian Film. A review. A fucking review. A review that didn't show barely anything from the film and only gave very mild descriptions. I still threw up. All I have to say is....what the fuck!? Also, right after posting this comment, without me literally touching ANYTHING on my keyboard and/or mouse, my screen scrolled up to that fucking comic strip from Uzumaki with the dead kid, then it locked there for nearly 15 seconds even though I tried to scroll down. It wouldn't let me. That really fucking cheered me up.
[img]http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l252/misherru/0005f1yhqz3.jpg[/img] Look into the circle. I pinky swear it's not a screamer
[QUOTE=Hobo Jesus;30601568][img]http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l252/misherru/0005f1yhqz3.jpg[/img] Look into the circle. I pinky swear it's not a screamer[/QUOTE][img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/12922266437781.gif[/img]
I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna watch A Serbian Film. [editline]21st June 2011[/editline] hardcore mode on
[QUOTE=Hobo Jesus;30601568][img]http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l252/misherru/0005f1yhqz3.jpg[/img] Look into the circle. I pinky swear it's not a screamer[/QUOTE] Bah gawd, we gotta tell that there farmer one a' his workers escaped! This is also late.
[QUOTE=yawmwen;29346097]btw if you guys want something a bit long i would suggest humper-monkey's ghost story [url]http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Humper-Monkey%27s_Ghost_Story[/url] im about halfway through and i absolutely love it[/QUOTE] I'm about 13 chapters in and love it.There are so many typos though. Someone needs to spell check then re-post. Also fill in missing words.
The problem with these creepypastas is that they are made by 6th graders who find it scary that a game could some -fucking- how predict the future and would hunt you even after you shut the game. It is just so [b]lame[/b] Usually the creepypasta is ruined for me, when the author goes for the "then suddenly, someone called me. It was a spooky, spooky ghost! It hunted me for two weeks! 4CHAN! UuuuUUUuuuUUuuuuUUUuuu~" [img]http://sputnikmusic.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/ectoplasmarsh.jpg[/img]
[QUOTE=KingKombat;30601742]I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna watch A Serbian Film. [editline]21st June 2011[/editline] hardcore mode on[/QUOTE] Bring a bucket to collect your vomit. Post the results and try not to hang yourself half way through it. Good fucking luck. Oh, and I agree with Dr. Stranglove up there. Edit: Just thought of a creepypasta. Travelers Log Unspecified Date (Presumed to be Middle Ages) I have gone to see my brother in France after my stay in Northern Germany. He has fallen ill and is in worsening condition. I figure I must speak with him before he departs from this life. I see it as the most just thing to do, though leaving at this time make my business partners unruly. Still, they may wait, as family has always been a much stronger factor in my life, and I'm not about to sit here and let my last blood relative die. I will depart tomorrow. Several friends of mine, friends meaning people presumably hired by my benefactors to ensure my safety on the trip, have "volunteered" to go with me. We will travel by horseback through the Ardennes and set up camp where we must. (New Entry) We have begun our journey across the terrain. We presume we will reach the forest in no less then a fortnight. Other than this, I have nothing else to report. (New Entry from Later date) The forest always looks beautiful in Fall. The trees are just starting to change cycle into a brownish tint, but many are still a very thick, dark green. I find myself paranoid a midst these calm surroundings. Something feels unsettling about this particular part of the forest. One of my companions has informed me, being a local, that this particular area is known as "The Ghoul's Forest" This part of the Ardennes has an unusual arrangement of leaves, as they sometimes block out the sun from being so thick. My companion also told me about certain legends circulating and a history of very graphic deaths, the details of which I am to horrified to describe to you. But he assures me that it is simple legends meant to keep travelers off the good hunting grounds here, so local communities may benefit. Still, his words did little to ease my anxiety. (New Entry) We were spooked last night by strange howls in the woods. Fearing possibly wild animals, or worse, we departed, leaving our tents and equipment. We luckily had some food, but we must ration it wisely for it is scarce. (New Entry) We have been forced to make due with what we have. We will have to sleep on the soil tonight, as logs are the only elevation. Wait, the fire just went out. I hear something, screaming. It's faint right now. My guide has taken off running in terror. I'm damn near petrified. It's approaching! It's here! AND THEN A JITTERSKULL POPPED OUT!!!!11!!! Also Edit: I logged onto Steam today, started up Amnesia, but decided to quit before I started playing. But the menu hasn't closed. You know, the window that pops up before you play the game. It won't go away. It's begging me to play it. Gah fuck that, it's like 2:00 A.M. here, I'm not doing that shit.
so i'm back and i can safely seen i've gone to the lowest depths of hell and back what the almighty fuck i did not expect any of that last bits [editline]21st June 2011[/editline] don't read this, it's a spoiler [sp]he fucks his son in the ass while his wife is being brutally fucked by his cop brother[/sp]
That one about the subway is pretty creepy, but it would make an amazing game.
[QUOTE=Dr. Strangelove;30602393]The problem with these creepypastas is that they are made by 6th graders who find it scary that a game could predict the future and would hunt you even after you shut the game. It is just so [b]lame[/b] Usually the creepypasta is ruined for me, when the author goes for the "then suddenly, someone called me. It was a spooky, spooky ghost! It hunted me for two weeks! 4CHAN! UuuuUUUuuuUUuuuuUUUuuu~" [img]http://sputnikmusic.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/ectoplasmarsh.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] So much agreed. A creepypasta that I found genuinely scary was The Portraits/The Hunter. Nothing too fancy, no blood or gore, or dead people, just a disturbingly eerie picture in your head when you've read it.
What subway creepypasta?
[QUOTE=KingKombat;30602895]so i'm back and i can safely seen i've gone to the lowest depths of hell and back what the almighty fuck i did not expect any of that last bits [editline]21st June 2011[/editline] don't read this, it's a spoiler [sp]he fucks his son in the ass while his wife is being brutally fucked by his cop brother[/sp][/QUOTE] Sounds fucked up to the max.
[QUOTE=ironman17;30609035]Sounds fucked up to the max.[/QUOTE] for this movie, there is no "max" [editline]21st June 2011[/editline] i was taking my regents today thinking about this movie what the fuck
[QUOTE=Chrille;30603310]So much agreed. A creepypasta that I found genuinely scary was The Portraits/The Hunter. Nothing too fancy, no blood or gore, or dead people, just a disturbingly eerie picture in your head when you've read it.[/QUOTE] That one and the red eye in the key hole one are my two favorite short creepy pastas.
[QUOTE=Chrille;30603310]So much agreed. A creepypasta that I found genuinely scary was The Portraits/The Hunter. Nothing too fancy, no blood or gore, or dead people, just a disturbingly eerie picture in your head when you've read it.[/QUOTE] They were no paintings... damn that one truly is scary
i feel like i could make a creepypasta.
Question: What page was that scary ass EVP on again? I think it was somewhere below page 15, but I cannot remember.
[QUOTE=Hobo Jesus;30601568][img]http://i98.photobucket.com/albums/l252/misherru/0005f1yhqz3.jpg[/img] Look into the circle. I pinky swear it's not a screamer[/QUOTE] I see the guy on the left, but that's it. What am I supposed to be seeing?
...and then I never got a wink of sleep ever again.
[QUOTE=IliekBoxes;30613902]I see the guy on the left, but that's it. What am I supposed to be seeing?[/QUOTE] Nothing but the guy on the left....
[QUOTE=dedo678;30507229]I know this is old but it always creeps the living fuck out of me. [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veZAv2kzViI[/media][/QUOTE] That's not what a fucking pig looks like
It's the early morning. I am going to lie down, hug a pillow, pretend its somebody and cry myself to sleep. I am very scared.
So, according to THIS 'ERE THREYUD I'm being stalked by slender man, a ghost who knocks, a tapping glass creature, wanderers, The NSA, another ghost creature, a creature who slips into rooms, the thing in my closet, and killer game cartridges. Holy fucking shit and I fucking fucked or what? [editline]21st June 2011[/editline] [QUOTE=Big Orca;30616927]That's not what a fucking pig looks like[/QUOTE] V:v:V
[QUOTE=br4ww;30535683] [img] http://filesmelt.com/dl/12757815768821.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] Man, that sure is one weird story, haha, but really just absurd, haha, right guys? Right?
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