The Generally Just Creepy Stuff Thread V2: Hyperrealism, Content, or GTFO.
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[QUOTE=Articsledder;33655011]Dear god that must be the worst job ever, I'd hate to have to do that. The fact that its underwater and you can barely see makes it worse.[/QUOTE]
Though I hear they get cool exo-suits that are like submarines with legs, so touch wood whether that makes it worth it or not.
Of course, that means that if anything goes wrong you need to power down and stand in place until people find you. Underwater. Alone. In the dark.
[QUOTE=fear me;33396833]It was a creepypasta about a Morrowind mod that made NPCs act funny and this weird screeching assassin dude follow you.[/QUOTE]
That sounds absolutely hilarious
[QUOTE=Dosycool;33641699]Don't bother reading the Korean, just scroll down and look at the comic:
[url]http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=350217&no=20&weekday=tue[/url]
[sp]NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE....[/sp][/QUOTE]
[video=youtube;_vI0Wmxc2cY]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vI0Wmxc2cY[/video]
Sums up this comic quite well...
[QUOTE=JustGman;33654499]From this thread, [url]http://www.facepunch.com/threads/1146147/2[/url]
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImR3asU4gFA&feature=player_embedded[/media]
They're diving in a shipwreck full of bodies. At 1:27, they tug one out of something. There are other videos, but I'm fairly sure this is the only one where you actually SEE a body. The others only show parts and shadows.
[img]http://i.imgur.com/78iCT.png[/img]
[img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/7344169/body.png[/img]
[img]http://i40.tinypic.com/b46mwy.jpg[/img][/QUOTE]
That diver sounds like the Pyro.
[editline]11th December 2011[/editline]
[QUOTE=The Hoovy Bear;33661476][video=youtube;_vI0Wmxc2cY]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_vI0Wmxc2cY[/video]
Sums up this comic quite well...[/QUOTE]
I don't know what happened, but when I read that comic and the lady turned her head around, every other panel was like that, just frozen with that image on it. When it moved the first time, I started scrolling down, and the image was repeated on every panel.
I shit my fucking pants. (Seriously, I'm not joking, I had to run to the bathroom.)
THE BODY FARM, scientific study of how bodies decompose.
[url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5hv9B9uUkc[/url]
[QUOTE=Bredirish123;33525688]You guys might like this; it's a video on the Creepy Pasta story of The Rake, a creature people often see at the end of their beds late at night. These three friends decide to get together and go camping in the woods of the pacific northwest for a month while being completely cut off from society. For just a bunch of what I presume to be high school students, I liked how it turned out. I'm sure if they can find better funding the production value would be higher, but for something that was put together on literally no budget I liked it. Anyways, here's the video:
[video=youtube;bj1E8DlNuW0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bj1E8DlNuW0[/video]
It's done in a Blair-Witch indy style shoot, and overall I thought it was well done for a weekend project.[/QUOTE]
I haven't seen this yet, but before I do, I want to say that if they run/crap on The Rake, I will end them, because I love that creepypasta beyond all.
Eh, was okay. The rake looked stupid and it wasn't scary.
Does anyone have a link to that youtube video with the two japanese children in their rooms, one came into the others room and says "mummys home (Or mother, I can't remember) and they go downstairs and their mother is standing in the kitchen, and suddenly starts running towards them
[QUOTE='[Seed Eater];33665527']I haven't seen this yet, but before I do, I want to say that if they run/crap on The Rake, I will end them, because I love that creepypasta beyond all.
Eh, was okay. The rake looked stupid and it wasn't scary.[/QUOTE]
I liked it for being a weekend project; with literally no budget I thought they kept to it well enough.
[editline]11th December 2011[/editline]
I am craving some seriously good creepy shit tonight. Someone dump us some content.
One of the better pastas I have read:
[QUOTE]Jason’s home. He calls everyone, no one answers, as always. His family is so stubborn, too stubborn they don’t even answer his calls. They’re so stubborn; they don’t even wanna talk to him anymore. Maybe they’re mad at him, but they can’t be mad for two weeks.
What’s their problem? They’ve always been mad at him, but it never came to the point that they ignored him so much. He’s so depressed.
“Mom, why won’t you talk to me?” he said, but his mom just lay on the bed. She’s still sick.
He goes to his dad. “Dad, are you still mad at me?” but his dad just sits there, reading the newspaper. “Dad, your coffee’s cold.”
Then he goes to the front of their bathroom, and calls his sister. “Hey, Lizzie, you’re taking forever. You still stink, though.” He never really liked Lizzie, but she’s still his sister.
Wait, Jason thinks, if there’s someone who’s not gonna ignore him, it’ll be Bea, his little baby sister.
He goes to her crib. Oh, she’s still sleeping. She’s been sleeping the whole day. Even his mom. And his dad won’t go to work. And Lizzie never finished her bath.
Why?
What’s happening to them?
He just played with Collins, their cat, and then they became mad at him?
They’re so stupid. Very stupid.
Collins is so stupid. He’s so lazy. He doesn’t even want to move after they played Frisbee.
Then he remembers when his mom came scolding him for throwing Collins to the tree.
Then he remembers. He gets his favorite toy, the one he used for Lincoln, the neighbors dog, and Justin, his friend.
He never played with his family before.
He went to his dad, and then he asked, do you want to play? "No, stop that. I don’t want to play. Stop that." But he wanted to play. So he insisted. And he’s been sitting there ever since.
He’s forgiven his mom, but, she didn’t want to play either. But he insisted. Even with his sister, Lizzie.
Then Bea, she wanted to play too, but she got tired early. They’re so lazy.
He wishes they would take a bath too, cause they’re stinking bad.
He wishes that his Dad would put his throat back, because his adam’s apple is showing.
And his Mom’s lungs hanging out her chest, maybe she needs to take a deeper breath once in a while.
And Lizzie’s flooding the bathroom, why won't she pick up her head floating in the toilet and put it back on her neck?
Oh, of course, his toy!
It’s still stuck in Bea’s brain. Now he remembers.
Well, maybe someday, they’ll stop ignoring him and play with him and his knife again.[/QUOTE]
[url]http://sonytalk.com[/url]
It's a forum. Thousands of members chatting to each other daily, but you'll eventually discover it's either all robots or one extremely schizophrenic person.
What. The. Fuck.
[QUOTE=TerabyteS_;33647355][img]http://gabrielecirulli.com/p/20111210-002657.png[/img]
Found this pic in my old pc, dates march 2007. What the fuck is this?[/QUOTE]
Tineye came up with nothing, Google found this: [url]http://www.google.com/search?tbs=sbi:AMhZZiuGkKBuRK2R2rr0XbxeqiQUAozG-DQaidPL-iIt3Q_1_1bK88_18X2V40iBiPHRzZX_1M-k_1O-cpcWIUQAB3jctckDFdhccqqU5LQiserGqmnDYPhelWUj75NDG3Wafngp_1d2TmKebC-MH7qBjL87gtZLgr6dNHfhyyWfyCQws-FSv5yp0AW9D5byECer3YyjUbpDcNL5YUq1s1P6DxA6FAXTAS0lElGcKK4uTrKxneWPW1ns9hA-kX7W-2A_1TUixCMV9BVQpWjo7gogzginH-WP2B2iVHIM4TokdCUV2jlgW67lajQbM8m0iYHiz0Lk2Zx6bQyg8WcSIlxeXoFJZEhSX5zSdAb9sm05FM6z66KbZe5Slg2k5ggsnaQrMr5RRPTPatPmd9yL8RIZG9_1E3_12UmFOtaofL9jYzsVsISKejVgPRxdc8UGa-woSiY338MBlIh5ychIuoyhbX5ryR8jIXgikMrY7uhjUpyMo6NgaIzdQsYFG8SzOXL40eNbFrCKUO5O8WDC7cyLjcmyOtNIOynaE6Efq_1V77_1SLfFYbxdDUz-zdlc98ppUjSNGuKXE5OKfv2aFhQ2dREnoo5Pg-JYX12vezAIcnHfKAn7SuHplL-CYN1kUPHIwPYAA3QeVJruZT7niBz5JI2KFQMrRb8Zs-n1fdKiyyVbx75_19YjCIS_17uOZIESdiQga85E1zl9uUsEJyV6PFTE75qZ23bph6g5pCEAlO9PIQCWL4v5SHidxGia0XzAsKLXpdqNgE9Q9wxaKt6vjYYxXcvHObUO0a3l-KoCY6_1J2lP3RoYRYvWtWLJh_17P5LFURv182-fzbMYfLPZsbhiF_1TTw6li_17AOuOJHzi6HLoUuOkSkLk9uYWbl5a-x3CFnRUMeQvgGkwSO-jSTQeB117zsnBnG-yBdoprlWqwF4aFzFLVJ8miV7KGdil5EaJpWkF1IjrDPygcVw9_1_1pV57xQqNI-kJlUoaGjEpO5DczywENi3Q83Ccw8muOiV1c0M23oZX8JAfRR34ypFZVtJafTqPuxNH3AjD4qGZEF7wkD2FVSYcbM4ZP48_1viQ-Z-Tjd8Xw-mechc8nzf27MdWvAnNwGOArXOI_18zXUaIXogT5VIQnL82rAdQcAkAZANOy0kdv4TlA7rBMnaz0VqipdqNgQPLn7frH79n9xjegzSAMVTdp5UZ-c2Hok45gt_1oJiwoWxT6LbMfm_1gu2D6-ywjo5wuF2Gj90dl_1lWKSBmOUO2eiGC-p_13zc62137n8jVocsMlMTGGZbsJeAIDREYmR8KAZXFcRCuwRXPHrwfEw&num=10&hl=en&safe=off&bih=780&biw=720[/url]
[QUOTE=rundevil;33676604]Tineye came up with nothing, Google found this: [url]http://www.google.com/search?tbs=sbi:AMhZZiuGkKBuRK2R2rr0XbxeqiQUAozG-DQaidPL-iIt3Q_1_1bK88_18X2V40iBiPHRzZX_1M-k_1O-cpcWIUQAB3jctckDFdhccqqU5LQiserGqmnDYPhelWUj75NDG3Wafngp_1d2TmKebC-MH7qBjL87gtZLgr6dNHfhyyWfyCQws-FSv5yp0AW9D5byECer3YyjUbpDcNL5YUq1s1P6DxA6FAXTAS0lElGcKK4uTrKxneWPW1ns9hA-kX7W-2A_1TUixCMV9BVQpWjo7gogzginH-WP2B2iVHIM4TokdCUV2jlgW67lajQbM8m0iYHiz0Lk2Zx6bQyg8WcSIlxeXoFJZEhSX5zSdAb9sm05FM6z66KbZe5Slg2k5ggsnaQrMr5RRPTPatPmd9yL8RIZG9_1E3_12UmFOtaofL9jYzsVsISKejVgPRxdc8UGa-woSiY338MBlIh5ychIuoyhbX5ryR8jIXgikMrY7uhjUpyMo6NgaIzdQsYFG8SzOXL40eNbFrCKUO5O8WDC7cyLjcmyOtNIOynaE6Efq_1V77_1SLfFYbxdDUz-zdlc98ppUjSNGuKXE5OKfv2aFhQ2dREnoo5Pg-JYX12vezAIcnHfKAn7SuHplL-CYN1kUPHIwPYAA3QeVJruZT7niBz5JI2KFQMrRb8Zs-n1fdKiyyVbx75_19YjCIS_17uOZIESdiQga85E1zl9uUsEJyV6PFTE75qZ23bph6g5pCEAlO9PIQCWL4v5SHidxGia0XzAsKLXpdqNgE9Q9wxaKt6vjYYxXcvHObUO0a3l-KoCY6_1J2lP3RoYRYvWtWLJh_17P5LFURv182-fzbMYfLPZsbhiF_1TTw6li_17AOuOJHzi6HLoUuOkSkLk9uYWbl5a-x3CFnRUMeQvgGkwSO-jSTQeB117zsnBnG-yBdoprlWqwF4aFzFLVJ8miV7KGdil5EaJpWkF1IjrDPygcVw9_1_1pV57xQqNI-kJlUoaGjEpO5DczywENi3Q83Ccw8muOiV1c0M23oZX8JAfRR34ypFZVtJafTqPuxNH3AjD4qGZEF7wkD2FVSYcbM4ZP48_1viQ-Z-Tjd8Xw-mechc8nzf27MdWvAnNwGOArXOI_18zXUaIXogT5VIQnL82rAdQcAkAZANOy0kdv4TlA7rBMnaz0VqipdqNgQPLn7frH79n9xjegzSAMVTdp5UZ-c2Hok45gt_1oJiwoWxT6LbMfm_1gu2D6-ywjo5wuF2Gj90dl_1lWKSBmOUO2eiGC-p_13zc62137n8jVocsMlMTGGZbsJeAIDREYmR8KAZXFcRCuwRXPHrwfEw&num=10&hl=en&safe=off&bih=780&biw=720[/url][/QUOTE]
That's just freaky.
He reminds of Heavy Weapons Guy, for some reason.
[QUOTE=Water-Marine;33674079][url]http://sonytalk.com[/url]
It's a forum. Thousands of members chatting to each other daily, but you'll eventually discover it's either all robots or one extremely schizophrenic person.
What. The. Fuck.[/QUOTE]
Not quite as creepy as this one Buffy fan forum. Can't remember the URL, but every single post is made by a single person who goes by the name of "Jamie Marsters". Every post, alone, talking to itself in the dark, decrepit bowels of the Internet, not an ear to hear it prattle on.
It's almost like she's a ghost, wandering lost in the Internet's maintainance tunnels, alone in the dark... forever.
[QUOTE=Cone;33676816]Not quite as creepy as this one Buffy fan forum. Can't remember the URL, but every single post is made by a single person who goes by the name of "Jamie Marsters". Every post, alone, talking to itself in the dark, decrepit bowels of the Internet, not an ear to hear it prattle on.
It's almost like she's a ghost, wandering lost in the Internet's maintainance tunnels, alone in the dark... forever.[/QUOTE]
Well, when you put it that way, almost anything would sound creepy.
[QUOTE=Cone;33676816]Not quite as creepy as this one Buffy fan forum. Can't remember the URL, but every single post is made by a single person who goes by the name of "Jamie Marsters". Every post, alone, talking to itself in the dark, decrepit bowels of the Internet, not an ear to hear it prattle on.
It's almost like she's a ghost, wandering lost in the Internet's maintainance tunnels, alone in the dark... forever.[/QUOTE]
cracked fans flooded it with stupid posts and it's private now.
[QUOTE=Yahnich;33688350]NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE
I FUCKING SCREAMED IN MY LIVING ROOM NOW EVERYONE IN MY HOUSE THINKS I'M FUCKING INSANE[/QUOTE]
I'm alone in my own apartment, and my family lives upstairs. I had the lights turned out; it took me like 10 minutes to have the balls to look over my shoulder and to get up and flip on a light.
[QUOTE=Bredirish123;33589031]This thread needs 30cc's of content stat!
[B]Doors[/B]
[/QUOTE]
what a twist
[QUOTE=rundevil;33666904][url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clapham_Wood_Mystery[/url]
[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Ellis_grave[/url][/QUOTE]
That Clapham wood mystery, i cant help but be reminded of Amnesia: The Dark Decent
[quote]Chernzobog Dream Cycle
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"The blast tore a hole in the earth and the sky, the smoldering ruination obstructed by a
massive white mushroom cloud. The heat was unbearable, I could feel my hair
falling out. No matter how hard I closed my eyes, how hard I pressed my sunglasses to my face, I was still
blinded by the searing light. It shone through my skin, illuminating every bone in my hand like a blacksmith's tongs.
I noticed the trees in the distance bend over towards me, and a powerful wind was
tearing across the battered landscape. The several zeppelins and ornithopers that loomed over the
battlefield were reduced to ash and tangles of red-hot iron beams. I notice a ring forming
around the top of the mushroom cloud, it was expanding quickly and was almost directly
above me. The shock wave hit me, a deafeningly loud bang, shattering the
windows on a nearby car, as well as the lenses of my sunglasses. It knocked me off my
feet, and out of consciousness
When I woke up, the landscape was now a hideous ichor of brown and grey, with orange embers
raining down from the now black mushroom cloud.
That was when I saw it. A hideous mass of black eyes and sharkskin, drenched in the bile,
viscera, blood and semen of it’s former world. The thing was flying like a drunken moth as it was
birthed from the churning smoke of the cloud. Flying on angular golden wings it surveyed the
abused landscape, it altered course and beamed it’s “head” at me, summoning a large beak-like protrusion, forming something one could almost call a face. I began to remove my broken
glasses, when I noticed my skin was mutilated and red from the radiation of the
blast. Looking upon my melted, wrinkling skin I wondered how I was still alive, and I
wondered even more so after I noticed my left hand was all but a cudgel of bone and
flesh. Amidst my horror I failed to notice a gaunt figure, red as the smoldering iron it loped over,
skulking over the mud and wreckage.
I finally realized my assailant when I heard a mulish, depraved, yet
sharply-pitched wail coming from the figure, summoning embers and smoke from its
jagged mouth. I innately find the strength to run, or limp, away from the figure. I’ve been
motivated by fear and anger in the past, but I have never had to endure such horrors as this. I
made my way towards what looked like a large, grated sewer pipe about seven feet
in diameter. It seemed to be the only cover from the burning embers and radioactive mud
raining from the sky, as well as the unyielding gaze of the beaked thing.
I stumble over defunct brass war machines and charred corpses, still clutching their rifles
and swords. The desperation of the situation begins to sink in as I realize there are no
nearby roads or buildings; just charred husks and ash. When I finally make it to the
outflow tube, there was no water in it, just an outline of sediment feces. I walk through a hole
in the grate, and notice the red-hot thing was now a light grey, and gaining speed as it
lopes towards me in a hypnotizing yet sickening gait. Pain in my left arm and face begins
to set in, as a smoldering hunk of flesh slides off my neck and lands on the floor of the
chamber, like a wet, fleshy rag. I advance into the darkness, hot wind coming from the
inside of the chamber like the breath of some hellish beast. Pieces of paper and ash
roll out from the depths of the tunnel. I could hear the loping thing coming closer, its
howl getting louder. I begin to stagger away from the thing, its deafening scream
echoing through the chamber. Its footsteps get louder, and when it wasn't screaming
in that horrible tone it was wheezing heavily, with phlegm and god knows what undulating in its
mouth. I hurry down the musty tunnel, noticing a copper shine to my right, about a hundred feet
away.
The creature hurries as well, its scampering feet coming closer, scratching like a dog on
concrete. It screams again, echoing throughout the tunnel, piercing my ears. The shine reveals
itself to be some exposed copper pipe, warped in a manner that allowed me to wedge myself in,
hopefully safe from the loping thing's grasp. I was about fifteen feet away from
the pipe when the creature took hold of me, pulling me away, slamming my mangled
head against the ground. It was the most grotesque sight I, or quite possibly anyone has ever
seen. I think I went mad then. It was just under seven feet tall, it was hairless, with a
hunched, warped back and large, three-fingered hands at the ends of long, lanky arms. Its legs
were essentially the same as the arms, but slightly longer. Its head was that of a humans, but
much larger, earless and inverted, with crusted, dead eyes and with a fleshy hole where it’s nose
should be. Pink tentacles protruded from the nasal bones, and the mouth was large, with
horribly deformed, tiny jagged teeth. It let out another depraved scream as I writhed away. It
leaped at me, but I dodged its lunge. The evasion was not without toll, however, as my back was
now completely skinless. It a fit of pain I stagger towards the exposed pipes, nestling myself
between two layers of pipes. The thing clawed at the pipes, trying to get at me, wailing
and screaming. This assault went on for about three hours, and then you showed up."
"Did you see anything more of the 'beaked thing'?" asked one of my interrogators.
I replied, "No all I saw of it was outside the tunnel."
The secretary typed furiously on her typewriter.
"Do you know where the creature went?" he asked.
"No sir, I passed out after about an hour." I respond. My condescending emphasis on the “sir”
went unnoticed.
"Did you know you were the only survivor of the blast?" the other agent asked.
"I'm blessed." I reply flatly.
I feigned a smile,showing my yellowed, gritty teeth.
The agents looked at each other, one nodded to the other, who then signaled the secretary
stop typing.
'That'll be all for today, Mr. Wozniak." one says.
The agents and the secretary leave the room, the secretary carrying three papers,
presumably transcripts from the recollection of my misfortune.
The rhythmic thuds and hums of the life-support machine lull me to sleep. It’s been so long
since I was last immobilized like this, with tubes and needles encompassing my broken body like
an empathetic cornucopia, binding and degrading me in an attempt to spare my feeble life.
fuck i need an ending[/quote]
hey guys I wrote some stupid shit
Hard criticism please, also I need an ending.
[QUOTE=Neat!;33704163][img]http://bulk2.destructoid.com/ul/user/1/1709-211569-tIxzyjpg-noscale.jpg[/img]
OH FUCK BATS[/QUOTE]
Holy shit so cute
[QUOTE=Neat!;33704163][img]http://bulk2.destructoid.com/ul/user/1/1709-211569-tIxzyjpg-noscale.jpg[/img]
OH FUCK BATS[/QUOTE]
Wait...
look in the reflection of the of the third to the right's eyes.
Is that the Phantom of the Opera?
[QUOTE=JustGman;33654499]From this thread, [url]http://www.facepunch.com/threads/1146147/2[/url]
[t][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImR3asU4gFA&feature=player_embedded[/media][/t]
They're diving in a shipwreck full of bodies. At 1:27, they tug one out of something. There are other videos, but I'm fairly sure this is the only one where you actually SEE a body. The others only show parts and shadows.
[/QUOTE]
Nothing on this thread has made me feel as tense as this video did.
[QUOTE=Cone;33705147]Wait...
look in the reflection of the of the third to the right's eyes.
Is that the Phantom of the Opera?[/QUOTE]
They must've been kidnapped by him! Quick, everyone to the Facepunchmobile!
[QUOTE=Penultimate;33705384]They must've been kidnapped by him! Quick, everyone to the Facepunchmobile![/QUOTE]
I still think Punchmobile sounds better
NOW WHATdo you GUYS think OF MY SHITTYPASTA
[QUOTE=Dosycool;33641699]Don't bother reading the Korean, just scroll down and look at the comic:
[url]http://comic.naver.com/webtoon/detail.nhn?titleId=350217&no=20&weekday=tue[/url]
[sp]NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE....[/sp][/QUOTE]
SHITSHITSHITSHIT
Don't worry, I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight anyways.
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