• The Generally Just Creepy Stuff Thread V2: Hyperrealism, Content, or GTFO.
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[quote]It was an old rumour amongst Russians that during their harshest winters were dangerous in more ways than the cold. A Russian scientist, Viktor Revok, had once experimented with the human body’s reaction to the crippling cold. His experiments had consisted of sending out German Prisoners of War into the snow in the bitter night, and observing them – to see their reactions, if any. Some tried to run – there were no foreseeable barriers preventing those send out from attempting to return to civilisation - but others stood still, paralysed by the cold. The scientists would nearly always find their bodies under piles of snow in the morning, frozen in position. These experiments went on for three years, starting in early 1946 and ending in late 1949, until Viktor himself decided to participate in his own experiment, convinced that Russians were more resistant to the cold than Germans were. He had his scientists lock him outside his own facility, in the same region as the German prisoners, and in the same timeframe – and roughly the same snowy conditions. Viktor had a heart monitor attached to him before he left, so that the scientists could observe the effects of the cold on his body in that way. He had never expected to be killed by his own experiment. In the end his body appeared to just give up fighting the cold and his heart rate slowed and stopped. The scientists watching the heart rate monitor were overwhelmed with grief, having lost the laboratories leader. Nonetheless, they couldn’t leave the frozen corpse buried under the snow, ready for some oblivious child or curious, lost tourist to find. The thing was, they searched for the body for three days, before finally giving up – declaring the body ‘lost’ and searching for a new lead scientist. The laboratory closed down soon afterwards, the team unable to find a new lead scientist. Two years on, a Russian man went missing, and after three days, authorities found him, frozen in position, deep under the snow. The cause of death was unapparent, although curiously not caused by the freezing cold. The man had no reason to want to kill himself; nor any motive to go out into the harsh winter. Top investigators were baffled by the man’s mysterious death. It wasn’t until they looked through his possessions that they noticed something remotely out of the ordinary. The man had kept an audio diary, to which he regularly recorded to throughout the day. The appropriate authorities investigated the tapes for anything that may have led to his death. They listened through over an hour of footage, and were close to giving up, and then the first odd recording began. The recording device was missing, but it was obviously portable, seen as the audio logs seemed to be recorded from different places, judging by the amount of ambient noise prevalent in each of the recordings. The former self of the man found frozen in the snow began to speak. “The time is 6:45pm, and the snow is falling heavily. The temperature is slowly dropping, I may light a fire sometime soon, to ward off the cold” the man spoke, and then a pause, the device was still recording, but the man had stopped talking. After about ten seconds to man began to speak again “There is a man staring at me through my window” another pause, briefer this time, lasting for only about three seconds. “He looks inhuman, dead to the world, and cold.” His voice shivered “Oh so cold”. For the next five minutes the tape consisted of the man reasoning with himself on whether or not he should allow the mysterious man into his home, due to the intensity of the cold outside. After a fair amount of deliberation and a large volume of contrasting opinions, the man decides to let the mysterious person standing outside his home, staring at him through the window, into his home. He remarks to himself over the tape “I just hope this doesn’t turn out to be the worst mistake I ever make”. The tape stops here, moving onto the next entry. “The time is 7:54pm, I have allowed to man standing outside into my home. He doesn’t speak, he just stares with look of uncertainty – a look of uncertain intensity, with his never-warming cold, winter-blue eyes. I feel dead when he looks at me, I’ll tell the truth, I’m more than just a little anxious.” The tape stops and moves on again. “The time is 8…” the man stammers, potentially checking a clock for a precise time “…42pm. The man has begun to walk out in the cold, and I can’t convince him to get back inside. I’m glad, as I wasn’t fond of his presence particularly, but I can’t allow him to go into the cold alone, I wouldn’t wish harm upon the man.” There is a brief pause “Oh, and he says his name is Viktor.” From this point onwards, there is only the sound of a lock being turned, clicking towards the door being sealed. This suggests that the man – the victim – had left his tape recorder indoors. The background ambience, the whistle of the continuous cold wind, continues until the end of the tape has been reached, where the end of the recording is signified with a click. An emphasised full stop, or, rather, a question mark. So much remained unconfirmed. They assumed that Viktor was the assailant. ~ The next year, on the same day and at roughly the same time as the beginning of the notable recordings, a telephone call to the police station was recorded. The report was incredibly similar, and the outcome was identical, the body of a middle-aged woman was found buried under snow, frozen stiff in position. It became apparent that the encounter followed the same structure as the previous man. However, there was one difference, that added a second question mark to the unpunctuated line of confusion. The women on the phone said that the man’s face, whom he later put to the name of ‘Viktor’, was decaying, with notable pieces of flesh dangling, about to fall, and some that had already fallen. The authorities never caught the man, and they still haven’t. The name and nature of the encounters matched the name up to being ‘Viktor Revok’, a scientist not long after the ending of World War 2, whose heart had stopped after spending one hour and fifty seven minutes in the snow, and whose body had never been found. These attacks continue on the same day of the year, at the same time, in the same weather – every year to this day. Every time that the encounter is recorded, and this is not every time, the description of the man’s face and features indicates that he becomes more decayed, and that despite of his appearance, every year that person will open the door for that man, and the events of the previous year will repeat, with no foreseeable end – and with the evidence lying buried in the snow. [/quote] Well, this is my own work - anything in the way of advice for improvement is appreciated. Also, "it's not scary" is not helpful :v:
[QUOTE=Juggernog;32909558]Well, this is my own work - anything in the way of advice for improvement is appreciated. Also, "it's not scary" is not helpful :v:[/QUOTE] I would be creeped out by it were it during the winter. I do quite enjoy the idea, but would this not make him a skeleton in the snow by now? A creepy site indeed.
[img]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/20/Richard_Nixon.jpg/220px-Richard_Nixon.jpg[/img] I can never sleep again
[QUOTE=Sobotnik;32910141]I would be creeped out by it were it during the winter. I do quite enjoy the idea, but would this not make him a skeleton in the snow by now? A creepy site indeed.[/QUOTE] Well, I guess it can only be winter for half of us. As for the skeleton idea, I thought that having a shred of humanity remain would make it more believable for the people to let Viktor in. Plus it makes for more grotesque imagery, whixch is always a bonus.
I request a pic dump.
[QUOTE=kyak-12;32898180][video=youtube;0z6xGU2_g9s]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0z6xGU2_g9s[/video] I'm sure this has already been put on here, but seriously it freaked the shit out of me.[/QUOTE] I remember when I put up a video similar to the news article in the videos, I think the main gist of it is that it was a woman who wakes up to find a man in her room and Adam Douglast(?) Was a fun reaction :v:.
[QUOTE=Neat!;32498320][img]http://i772.photobucket.com/albums/yy6/SCPfuel2/1300976215015.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] I actually stumbled across the source of this recently by complete accident. [url]http://forums.cgsociety.org/showthread.php?f=121&t=317072[/url] [IMG]http://features.cgsociety.org/gallerycrits/7974/7974_1139477704_medium.jpg[/IMG]
[img]http://puu.sh/7saD[/img]
[QUOTE=Binladen34;32926131][img]http://puu.sh/7saD[/img][/QUOTE] I wanna live there.. :c
WHY THE FUCK AM I BROWSING THIS AT 2:40 AM. FUCK THIS.
[QUOTE=BlackRainbow;32922313]I actually stumbled across the source of this recently by complete accident. [url]http://forums.cgsociety.org/showthread.php?f=121&t=317072[/url] [IMG]http://features.cgsociety.org/gallerycrits/7974/7974_1139477704_medium.jpg[/IMG][/QUOTE] Wait so this is all CG? Fuck, I thought they were sculptures or something.
Only one thing ever scared me in a video game. One single thing. Gta: san andreas, south of island N2, at night. What the fuck am I even doing there? Why is this the only place I can get the combine harvester and why did I not wait for the sun to rise for this? Goddamnit, I'm such a dumbass. Oh, there it is. And nobody's around, so I guess it's cool, right? I steal it, get out of the farm. And then I drive the combine harvester off a cliff. I'm in the middle of the woods, next to a train track, at night, and there is mist, and I have no idea how to get out of here. Could this get any creepier? So I start following the train tracks, and I'm here at night in the middle of a field. I walk torwards a grange. This can definetly get creepier. Who cares. And suddenly something punches me from behind. The controller vibrates and I have a rush of panic. Pick up the controller, turn around, and what do I see? [IMG]http://images.wikia.com/gtawiki/images/d/de/180px-CWMYHB1%3BDillimore.jpg[/IMG] [B]Honestly, what the heck?[/B] This guy looks like a motherfucking clone of gollum. So I kill him. That was pretty dang creepy. Has he been following me around for the combine harvester or something? Who cares, that really freaked the hell out of me anyway. Well, there's one perk, at least, no one heard me kill him here. Wait, who's the psycho in the end?
[url]http://www.heavensgate.com/[/url] Found this for my thread on strange websites, but figured it deserved mentioning. It was a cult that killed itself as hailey's comet passed so they could get into heaven before the "gate closed". Browsing the page does leave a creepy feeling with you.
[QUOTE=Hardpoint Nomad;32444353][img]http://i.adultswim.com/adultswim/tools/img/shows/wiki/kingofthehill/characters/koth_bill_280.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] I think I just propaned
[QUOTE=Mamok Zalku;32278210]So I don't know what happened but yesterday, it was all strange. I have a long history of Schizophrenia but during my time with it I've learned to cope with it. The first thing I did when I got home was talk to a good friend of mine, when suddenly my heart started beating ridiculously fast. I felt like I was going to have a heart I attack. I was sweating profusely. I felt light headed, I felt dizzy and I felt like I was going to feint. Then it happened. I started hallucinating. I started seeing and feeling and hearing things that weren't there. Disoriented I navigated my way to my bedroom and sat on my bed. The ground fell from underneath me. Bloody pulsating veins grew out of the walls and various insects crawled beside me. Loud ringing pierced my ears and I was starting to hurt all over. It was the most horrifying thing I'd ever experienced. I screamed out loud and crawled into the corner and closed my eyes hoping for it all to stop. It finally did. I walked outside on to my deck and sat in the rain while petting my cat. I sat there for 30 minutes and cried. I felt depressed for the rest of the day. I slept on the couch afraid to go back to my bedroom. This was probably the most extreme hallucination I've had in my life. Having Schizophrenia isn't fun.[/QUOTE] I'm not just saying this to comfort you, but I'm in the same boat.
[QUOTE=Oscar_SP;32946053]I'm not just saying this to comfort you, but I'm in the same boat.[/QUOTE] I used to be schizo too. We got better.
roses are red violets are blue I'm not schizophrenic but [i]I[/i] still am[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wo0decEybWo].[/url]
[url]http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/A_Soldier%27s_Tale[/url] Kinda creepy, the ending part.. I guess, but I don't understand why you can die by looking at a text saying your going to die... I mean shiz, He didn't even write whats on the note.
[QUOTE=Hardpoint Nomad;32444353][img]http://i.adultswim.com/adultswim/tools/img/shows/wiki/kingofthehill/characters/koth_bill_280.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] pro-pain
Makes me want to start a disturbing fanfiction thread. Somehow I think that that's going to be a horrible idea.
[QUOTE=Wilford Brimley;32949877]Makes me want to start a disturbing fanfiction thread. Somehow I think that that's going to be a horrible idea.[/QUOTE] Between this thread and Dirty Bieber Secrets I think there's enough mind-destroying fanfic to last an eternity. But you know us, we will NOT be able to say no, to NOT click the thread. Go for it dude.
[QUOTE=Wilford Brimley;32949877]Makes me want to start a disturbing fanfiction thread. Somehow I think that that's going to be a horrible idea.[/QUOTE] Go for it, though that KoTH one really was beyond my normal levels of fucked up. The imagery was almost too much.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/fHgug.jpg[/img]
[QUOTE=myalt22;32964151][img]http://i.imgur.com/fHgug.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] Oh thank god it's only a JPEG It's safe everybody, you can stare in confusement without fear of being jumped.
Reminded me a lot of this, for some reason. [t]http://www.lariasaunders.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/FridaKahlo-the_broken_column.png[/t]
[QUOTE=Cone;32964488]Oh thank god it's only a JPEG It's safe everybody, you can stare in confusement without fear of being jumped.[/QUOTE] something fell the fuck behind me, then I heard a strange sound, WHAT THE FUCK.
[QUOTE=coolmzn222;32965275]something fell the fuck behind me, then I heard a strange sound, WHAT THE FUCK.[/QUOTE] It's called paranoia.
[QUOTE=coolmzn222;32965275]something fell the fuck behind me, then I heard a strange sound, WHAT THE FUCK.[/QUOTE] rip
[QUOTE=myalt22;32964151][img]http://i.imgur.com/fHgug.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] I have a friend who has a phobia of these dolls. Just sent the picture to him.
[QUOTE=Derpmeifter;32972408]rip[/QUOTE] I'm still alive, but Scared
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