The Generally Just Creepy Stuff Thread V2: Hyperrealism, Content, or GTFO.
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[QUOTE=Big Orca;30616927]That's not what a fucking pig looks like[/QUOTE]
[Img]http://s3.amazonaws.com/satisfaction-production/s3_images/447581/minecraft_pig_inline.jpg[/img]
"What the hell is this shit?"
[editline]24th June 2011[/editline]
[img]http://creepybot.net/pix/129.gif[/img]
I may have been late with this one :shobon:
[editline]24th June 2011[/editline]
[IMG]http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i472/autarkykittenDA/images.jpg[/IMG]
It may be old, but There is Nothing is a classic.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ns1SGo3WCF4[/media]
[QUOTE=Mariosnail007;30682058]
[editline]24th June 2011[/editline]
[img]http://creepybot.net/pix/129.gif[/img]
I may have been late with this one :shobon:
[editline]24th June 2011[/editline]
[IMG]http://i1095.photobucket.com/albums/i472/autarkykittenDA/images.jpg[/IMG][/QUOTE]
Yes, Victor Surge is a genius.
[editline]24th June 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=TheGronk;30678912]I'm not posting content, just replying to a previous thread I am too bored to quote.
[img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/1276204860495.jpg[/img]
I found this picture comforting, actually.[/QUOTE]
I sat there for a moment wondering how this could be comforting...
Its not a guardian angel.... lol
The Wanderer scares me more then Slenderman.
[QUOTE=TheGronk;30678912]I'm not posting content, just replying to a previous thread I am too bored to quote.
[img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/1276204860495.jpg[/img]
I found this picture comforting, actually.[/QUOTE]
he protects you from scarier monsters by killing you quickly
How is this NSFW?
[b]DO NOT READ THIS, I BEG YOU[/B]
You must trust me, I have one piece of advice and you must follow it without question: you must stop reading this and go straight to the last paragraph. Do so without reading any other paragraphs and do it now. Please...trust me.
What happens next is entirely your fault. You failed the test and now you're in danger. I didn't write this. They made me write it. It's my fingers on the keyboard, that's all, and your eyes on these words. Whatever happens, do not look away from these words. Keep reading until I tell you otherwise. And when I tell you otherwise, do exactly as I say. For if you do not read this exactly how I tell you to, you will die. Listen carefully. First, you must skip the paragraph that follows this one. Whatever you do, you must never read the paragraph following this one. You must ignore it completely, casting your eyes down to the paragraph that follows it. Promise me, for the sake of those you hold dear. This is your only chance to redeem yourself for not trusting me earlier. Skip the paragraph following this one, and do so now.
<s>The Forbidden Paragraph: You had to do it, didn't you? They knew you would. Nothing you do now will make any difference. If there are people you love, call them. Tell them whatever people tell their loved ones when they know they're about to die. Settle any scores. Make your final arrangements. From this moment on, you will stay alive only as long as you can stay awake. The next time you fall asleep will be your last. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They'll wait for you. And when you fall asleep, they'll come for you. You should have trusted me.</s>
If you skipped the paragraph above, you've done well. But your troubles are not over. For placing your trust in me at the second asking, you have given yourself a chance to live. This is what you need to know. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They're waiting for you to make a mistake. When you do, they'll come for you. To stay alive, you must draw blood from someone you love. A drop, that's all, and place it on your tongue. That's what they want. That's what they need. They're inside you right now. And they're waiting. If between waking up and falling asleep you fail to deliver the blood of a loved one, you will never wake up again. Follow this advice. And never, never go back and read the forbidden paragraph. Trust me.
If you followed my advice in the first paragraph, well done. You can stop reading now. But never, never be tempted to come back and read the paragraphs you skipped. You must trust me. And please wish me luck. I'm tired. So tired, you just can't imagine...
That ECHLEON thing was one of the best creepypastas I've read in a long time.
[QUOTE=Dr. Strangelove;30659617]That actually wasnt all that bad.[/QUOTE]
Well read this, it makes the LBP creepypasta oscar worthy
[url]http://www.facepunch.com/threads/966350-Wolfenstein-Creepypasta?highlight=[/url]
[QUOTE=milkandcooki;30685175]he protects you from scarier monsters by killing you quickly[/QUOTE]
Maybe he just wants a hug? :buddy:
[QUOTE=rosar0980;30686342][b]DO NOT READ THIS, I BEG YOU[/B]
You must trust me, I have one piece of advice and you must follow it without question: you must stop reading this and go straight to the last paragraph. Do so without reading any other paragraphs and do it now. Please...trust me.
What happens next is entirely your fault. You failed the test and now you're in danger. I didn't write this. They made me write it. It's my fingers on the keyboard, that's all, and your eyes on these words. Whatever happens, do not look away from these words. Keep reading until I tell you otherwise. And when I tell you otherwise, do exactly as I say. For if you do not read this exactly how I tell you to, you will die. Listen carefully. First, you must skip the paragraph that follows this one. Whatever you do, you must never read the paragraph following this one. You must ignore it completely, casting your eyes down to the paragraph that follows it. Promise me, for the sake of those you hold dear. This is your only chance to redeem yourself for not trusting me earlier. Skip the paragraph following this one, and do so now.
<s>The Forbidden Paragraph: You had to do it, didn't you? They knew you would. Nothing you do now will make any difference. If there are people you love, call them. Tell them whatever people tell their loved ones when they know they're about to die. Settle any scores. Make your final arrangements. From this moment on, you will stay alive only as long as you can stay awake. The next time you fall asleep will be your last. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They'll wait for you. And when you fall asleep, they'll come for you. You should have trusted me.</s>
If you skipped the paragraph above, you've done well. But your troubles are not over. For placing your trust in me at the second asking, you have given yourself a chance to live. This is what you need to know. They're watching you. They're listening to your thoughts. They're waiting for you to make a mistake. When you do, they'll come for you. To stay alive, you must draw blood from someone you love. A drop, that's all, and place it on your tongue. That's what they want. That's what they need. They're inside you right now. And they're waiting. If between waking up and falling asleep you fail to deliver the blood of a loved one, you will never wake up again. Follow this advice. And never, never go back and read the forbidden paragraph. Trust me.
If you followed my advice in the first paragraph, well done. You can stop reading now. But never, never be tempted to come back and read the paragraphs you skipped. You must trust me. And please wish me luck. I'm tired. So tired, you just can't imagine...[/QUOTE]
I didn't read it, is it a depressing-post or something?
[QUOTE=ironman17;30680770]Open the door a crack and ask what this is all about.
Also, add more options and stuff for it to be even more awesome.
Also also, since it's the weekend and i'm not planning on sleeping any time soon, i'm going to play a little something called Yume Nikki, which according to TV Tropes is like Earthbound meets Silent Hill, and has some rather disturbing themes. Also, UBOOOAAAA apparently.[/QUOTE]
[quote] I opened the door and there was not a soul outside, I looked back through the window to see peter standing there. I walked outside and the steps down to my porch faded away, As if an invisible force had torn them away. Take the step out? y/n[/quote]
[QUOTE=Mariosnail007;30691885]I didn't read it, is it a depressing-post or something?[/QUOTE]
It's some shitty chain letter on "you're gonna die if you read this".
What about a chain letter in the chain letter?
[img]http://chopur.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/xzibit.jpg[/img]
So I wrote a pseudo-creepypasta, though it's more like a short story that's sort of creepy in tone. Be warned: kinda cheesy. It's 1 AM, I really don't guarantee quality writing at that time of day. :v:
[quote]Drive.
Just keep driving. Focus. They can't possibly still be following, can they? He glanced into his rear view mirror. Nothing. A wave of relief washed over him.
He returned his view to the road, just in time to see a tree moments from impact.
---
He opened his eyes.
Darkness. Deep and surrounding. His eyes took some time adjusting to the light, or lack thereof. Slowly, his environment came into view. A forest. Leafless trees surrounded him on all sides.
"Where -- where the hell am I?" he hoarsely managed through his dry lips. He strained to remember.
Driving. He had been driving. And then -- a tree? He must have crashed. He strained harder now. Where was he driving? He moaned in pain as a pulsing ache worked his way from his head down. He grasped his temple with his fingers. A few moments later, it had passed. He sighed deeply, and worked his way to his feet.
The forest was as deep as it was dark. A few sparse rays of moonlight poked sharply through the gnarled branches. The trees were uniformly similar -- leafless, as he had previously noted, tall, and wide. The ground, oddly, was devoid of dead leaves; instead, it was simply dirt. Not a plant grew from the forest floor.
Most strangely, however, it was silent. Completely, utterly. No distant cars, no foraging animals, not even wind. Pure, stifling.
He reached into his jeans' pockets. From them, he produced a cell phone. He flipped open the cell phone. It was off. Immediately, he powered it up. A white light flashed on the screen. Suddenly, the screen cracked and the phone powered off. Surprised, he stared confusedly at it before stuffing it back into his pocket.
He now reached into the folds of the winter vest he wore. A pistol. The metal was cold to the touch. He ran his fingers along it. He removed the clip. Three bullets were missing. What had he been doing with a pistol? Again, a wave of pain ran through his body. He decided he'd focus on the present rather than dwell on the past.
Suddenly, he caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. A woman -- young, probably mid-twenties, stepped out from behind a nearby tree. She wore a nightgown, pure white. Long, golden hair flowed from her head to her breast. Her expression was empty, as though she was lost in thought. Her eyes, a deep green hue, stared into space, and her delicate hands hung limply at her side.
"Hey -- lady!" he called out. She glanced up now, directing her green stare straight into his eyes. He felt a deep chill run up his spine and into his hands. He paused briefly before continuing, stutteringly. "Do you know -- can you tell me what -- where the hell am I?"
She took a step toward him. Her small, red lips remained pursed. "Lady?" Another step. "Can you -- can you speak?" Another. "Listen, lady, I don't mean any harm." She froze. Her blank expression started into a frown. Small at first, but growing in intensity. Tears began to well up in her eyes. The man stood completely still, now about five feet from her. She clutched her breast, and opened her mouth to cry out, but no sound escaped her throat.
She fell forward. Before he had even processed what he just happened, he leaped forward and caught her. He held her up. "What's wrong? What's -- what's going on?" The woman fell limp into his chest. He sat her down on the ground and held her upright. She removed her hands from her breast.
Blood. Blood everywhere. Her white nightgown was stained a deep violet. It ran down her torso. She weakly turned her head toward the man. Blood began to flow from the side of her frowning, gaping mouth. Her tears mixed with the blood, flowing to the dirt ground. She gave him one last, mournful stare before her eyes rolled back in her head.
He stood, mouth agape, for a few moments, still supporting her weight. Blood flowed freely from her chest wound, mixing with the dirt and forming a dark, thick mud at his feet. He let go, and the body dropped to the mud with a soft, wet thud. He stood back a few feet.
He screamed. Loud and shrilly, he screamed. Terror overtook him, and he fell backwards. Now the waves of pain returned, but more distinctly and repeated. Over and over again, until he felt as though he would pass out. He reached his hands to his forehead.
Blood. Blood? Not the woman's blood, he hadn't gotten any on his hands. But indeed, his hands were now covered in blood. He slowly processed that it was [i]his[/i] blood. His blood, which was flowing from his forehead. Deep violet began to cover his vision, as the waves of pain grew into a crescendo. His arms began to bleed as well, cuts coating them, and deep bruises manifesting on his forearms.
Suddenly, the waves of pain phased into waves of realization. He understood. Finally, he understood. It was with bitter acceptance that he closed his eyes permanently.
---
"Yeah, we got him." The cop returned his walkie-talkie to his holster. "And it's 'bout time, too, huh?" he sighed, elbowing his partner. "This fucker put up a hell of a chase."
"Ha, right?" he agreed. He paused for a moment, looking through the cracked windshield at the bloodied body inside. "You know? I just wonder what they were arguing about."
"Who gives a fuck? Probably something petty and pointless. Always is. But anger and guns? They don't mix." He yawned.
"Yeah, yeah, 'course. But... I dunno, I mean they must have been pretty close. When the neighbors called, they said the two had been living together for a few years after all. What kinda person shoots their girlfriend?"
"Man? You're too damn philosophical. Give it a few years, you're still green. After a while, all these violent crimes just mush together and you stop giving a shit."
The rookie shrugged. The two got back into their car and sat down. They were silent for a few moments. The older cop leaned back, but the rookie was still thinking. "You know... how they say right before you die, your life flashes before your eyes?"
"Mhm."
"I wonder what he saw."[/quote]
[sp]I originally intended it to be longer when I started it about an hour and a half ago, and it was going to be about a serial killer. But then I got lazy. And I figured, well, a serial killer probably wouldn't give a damn about his victims anyways, right?[/sp]
[QUOTE=postmanX3;30694240]So I wrote a pseudo-creepypasta, though it's more like a short story that's sort of creepy in tone. Be warned: kinda cheesy. It's 1 AM, I really don't guarantee quality writing at that time of day. :v:
[sp]I originally intended it to be longer when I started it about an hour and a half ago, and it was going to be about a serial killer. But then I got lazy. And I figured, well, a serial killer probably wouldn't give a damn about his victims anyways, right?[/sp][/QUOTE]
Wow, that was actually a nice twist.
The fuck is with the last one that won't display?
(Reply to his post or copy/paste the url)
[QUOTE=Snowmang20;30695185]
[img]http://img29.imageshack.us/img29/5749/1308880817212.jpg[/img][/QUOTE]
[sp]starting an urban legend on this[/sp]
[quote]Let me start by saying that I don't know what the fuck or why the fuck any of this happened. I don't know... I don't know what the fuck basically.
I had lived in the woods, in the mountains by myself (but with frequent company passing through, and Sophy, my black lab) due to the fact that I couldn't honestly handle the city anymore. I had to be by myself. My house was situated not far from the lake, in fact I was able to park my boat next to the pier...
I don't want to remember the pier.
Well anyways, I had a nice cozy set-up. Then, about two months ago, I had an unexplainable experience. I can already feel the shivers run down my legs as I write this.
It was sunset. I sat on the pier with Sophy laying next to me. I thought about returning to the city, to the town. At that time I couldn't. Too much going on, too many people talking to me. I didn't like it. As the sun finally fell into the lake I could already see the moonlight begin to shed light on the rest of the forest and the river. I walked back to my house. Sophy followed, and had laid down next to the fire as soon as we got in. "Haha, tired as always, huh?"
I sat in my chair and leaned my head back. I had dozed into sleep. I still remember my dream.
I don't want to remember the dream.
The sky was white. I was standing in the forest, on the other side of the river. I was looking at my house. I heard a faint groan from somewhere, I couldn't understand which direction it came from though. It was as if the sound echoed from inside my mind, but I was sure I heard it clearly with my ears. All of a sudden, these black masses had formed around my house, near the windows. I watched as the black masses began to (what seemed like) consume my entire house. Then I looked down, and there was a black mass below my feet. The mass began running up my legs. I couldn't move. It felt like those dreams where you wanted to scream as loud as physically possible but you couldn't hear anything.
I woke up by the sound of Sophy whining. She was looking at the window in fear. I slowly walked to the window, I imagined it was a bear or something.
How I wished it had been a bear. Or something.
There was a very unusual fog forming on the lake, down the river. I didn't think it was so strange until I saw that the fog had reached high into the trees. I was actually quite intimidated by the height, in fact, the fog had made a wall which seemed to go on and on. I went outside, just on the steps of my house. The fog was growing somewhat quickly. It seemed to be headed for the house. The fog had seemed to be aiming directly for me.
Then it stopped. The fog remained in place, just a few yards from the house.
Then I saw them. Just walking on the river, I saw this thing which had to be at least 6 feet tall. I remember the experience clear as day. They were all black except for their... faces. They wore masks, I'm sure of it. They had to be masks. Their eyes, although it was the middle of the night and it was yards away, I remember them being just like an animal's eyes. The reflected the moonlight. Their body connected with their head, like they had no neck, and their limbs look like they had been outstretched. The most nerve-wracking feature were the antler-like things on their heads. I remember the silhouette of the antlers in the fog.
The way they walked still haunts me. It was like they had no bones, their arms seemed to move freely without the limit of joints.
I was paralyzed with fear. My eyes were transfixed on the 6 feet tall ones, until I looked up. Through the top of the fog, I could see a titanic, gargantuan creature, identical to the smaller ones, only these had to stand a few yards tall. Then I heard the giant, echoed groan from the dream. It was like a humpback whale, only more... distorted? I don't know.
The river did not react to their steps. It was like they weren't on the river at all. I sprinted back to my house.
I looked outside the window. There were more. Most had been taller than the trees, which I remember to be about half the height of the statue of liberty.
Then I saw one, standing a few feet from the window. I saw it's eyes again. My spine shook violently and chills ran throughout every vein in my body. It had began walking alarmingly fast to the window. I shut the window and pulled down the curtain as far as it could go. Sophy had been whimpering the whole time, until I had crouched onto the carpet next to her and shut my eyes. She could feel me think "don't move".
I heard a tap on the window three times in a row. Again, I was paralyzed, this time in a fetal position next to my dog. I heard the tapping again, this time more rapid and... irritated.
I heard the groan again, this time even louder than in the dream and when I was outside.
I whispered to myself, "go away. go away. go away." The tapping became louder.
"Go away. Go away. Go away go away go away go away."
The tapping had spread to all of my house. All I could hear was the walls being tapped, nearly pounded.
Finally I yelled to the top of my lungs, "GO AWAY GODDAMN IT!"
And it all stopped.
I sat with my dog in my lap the entire night, too awake to be asleep. The morning came, and I left with Sophy. I left everything behind but my car keys. I got in my pickup and drove. I drove for miles until I finally got back to town. I remember my friends asking me why I had come back, why I was there.
To this day all I could tell them was, "I got lonely."[/quote]
[editline]25th June 2011[/editline]
[sp]Seriousy, we should write more sotries about that last pic, it's fucking fascinating[/sp]
It's 3:14 AM. I never go to this thread. Why am i in this thread?
goodni-
never mind
[QUOTE=tehfrog;30695839]It's 3:14 AM. I never go to this thread. Why am i in this thread?
goodni-
never mind[/QUOTE]
go to sleep :unsmigghh:
This thread is a lot more fun with the Duke Nukem theme blasting form my headphones.
[QUOTE=GoDLik3;30683650]
I sat there for a moment wondering how this could be comforting...
Its not a guardian angel.... lol[/QUOTE]
And what in the end is a guardian angel, does it not look like a guardian angel depicted in our images of holy books? is it not something that might look grotesque or horrifying but has the opposition of its looks to its demeanor? wishing only to safeguard you from harm? this really makes me wonder of how we are engineered with holy books on how to take something that looks white or is depicted as Jesus or said prophet come to take the holy men up as the real thing, and not some abberation of what Lucifer conjured up.
think before you act, this is why I view everyone as a blank slate and only see their personality and morality, and not how they look on the outside.
[QUOTE=Keyblockor;30696232]And what in the end is a guardian angel, does it not look like a guardian angel depicted in our images of holy books? is it not something that might look grotesque or horrifying but has the opposition of its looks to its demeanor? wishing only to safeguard you from harm? this really makes me wonder of how we are engineered with holy books on how to take something that looks white or is depicted as Jesus or said prophet come to take the holy men up as the real thing, and not some abberation of what Lucifer conjured up.
think before you act, this is why I view everyone as a blank slate and only see their personality and morality, and not how they look on the outside.[/QUOTE]
~DeEp~
Yeah, that's deep alright. But you know what? We can always go deeper. *BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM*
[QUOTE=Dr. Strangelove;30537186][img]http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k259/TastesLikeChicken55/Avatar_9.gif[/img]
This gif disturbs me[/QUOTE]
Thats because he is dead
[QUOTE=OrcMaster117;30701230]Thats because he is dead[/QUOTE]
what's even scarier is that it's ALWAYS in sync with this song:
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zd8lP4YnQNE&feature=related[/media]
Page 29 is broken for me....IT'S A SIGN!
I thought the figures in that last one were kind of cute :3