Here's something true for you, fresh from my life.
When I was younger, I had this toy called a boglin. Heard of them? Nostalgia? Yeah, if not, i'll put up a picture.
Y'see, I loved that little rubber puppet. i'd play with it non-stop, untill one day, for some reason I said to my mother 'I'm gonna have nightmares tonight'- well, it's what she told me, I couldnt remember it.
Anywho, The nightmares. Frozen in bed, yadda yadda, with that fucking boglin walking on me, searching for me. Fuck, you have no idea how scary that shit was.
that dream has happened 10-13 times in my life, each one varies... kinda.
That boglin now lives at my GF's house, and she's had a creepy experiance or two with it.
Oh yeah, And I didn't just see it in my dreams, I saw it in my house, too. and heard it. and smelled it.
The stench of burning rubber, the flick of his tail behind my furniture, the sound that's like damp rubber shaking, 'Clop, Clop, Clop'.
I kept it in a shoe-box in my bed, with a little 'blanket' because the box, for some reason, got wet marks inside it.
That little fucker is in my Girlfriend's house, and I just discovered something about my shoebox when I took it out to give it to her. Something that kinda disturbed us both.
Boglin:
[img]http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs374.snc3/23970_119621581387877_100000201066895_285341_7146217_s.jpg[/img]
(The same one as mine.)
Shoe-Box:
[url]http://imageflock.com/img/1288379862.jpg[/url] (URL because picture is kinda huge.)
Look. You can still see the fucking damp in it.
Hoyl shit
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That's quite disturbing
[QUOTE=Zakkin;25727034]Here's something true for you, fresh from my life.
When I was younger, I had this toy called a boglin. Heard of them? Nostalgia? Yeah, if not, i'll put up a picture.
Y'see, I loved that little rubber puppet. i'd play with it non-stop, untill one day, for some reason I said to my mother 'I'm gonna have nightmares tonight'- well, it's what she told me, I couldnt remember it.
Anywho, The nightmares. Frozen in bed, yadda yadda, with that fucking boglin walking on me, searching for me. Fuck, you have no idea how scary that shit was.
that dream has happened 10-13 times in my life, each one varies... kinda.
That boglin now lives at my GF's house, and she's had a creepy experiance or two with it.
Oh yeah, And I didn't just see it in my dreams, I saw it in my house, too. and heard it. and smelled it.
The stench of burning rubber, the flick of his tail behind my furniture, the sound that's like damp rubber shaking, 'Clop, Clop, Clop'.
I kept it in a shoe-box in my bed, with a little 'blanket' because the box, for some reason, got wet marks inside it.
That little fucker is in my Girlfriend's house, and I just discovered something about my shoebox when I took it out to give it to her. Something that kinda disturbed us both.
Boglin:
[img_thumb]http://www.retroist.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/boglin.jpg[/img_thumb]
(The same one as mine.)
Shoe-Box:
[url]http://imageflock.com/img/1288379862.jpg[/url] (URL because picture is kinda huge.)
Look. You can still see the fucking damp in it.[/QUOTE]
I'm afraid to click it :ohdear:
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what is it?
[editline]29th October 2010[/editline]
what is it?
[QUOTE=w0lfeh;25727220]I'm afraid to click it :ohdear:
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what is it?
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what is it?[/QUOTE]
The box had a rather torn out hole in the bottom.
my GF has had two experiances with the boglin sofar. one of them i've forgotten, the other I remember.
She put it on her computer desk, and she went away to go to the bathroom. Suddenly, she heard a creepy voice shout my name behind her. next second, boglin was on her chair looking at her.
(I'm editing this as I remember some more memories.)
Oh, Yeah, I once had this dream about it, rather different from the others. usually, in the others, my bed is encased by walls. but this one, I could move about, but I didn't know I was moving, plus I could move around the whole house.
Anyway, as I got up, I heard whispering behind my curtains, and I looked. I saw the shadow of the boglin moving, then the voice saying 'I wouldn't go downstairs if I were you.'
For some reason, I appeared downstairs in the next second, staring at my mothers bloody corpse in the chair. no visible wounds, just her white body covered in blood that looked like it had been raining blood. god damnit I was scared.
Oh yeah, Plus I had another nightmare-ish dream about boglin a couple of nights ago. It was on my bed, struttin' about as it does, and I just picked it up and threw it. but, when I opened my eyes (They were closed and I could sense the boglin through the 'Clop Clop' noises,), I was looking through it's point of view- at a wall though, not at me.
Yep, That's about it sofar, as memory goes. I'll stop editing the post now.
What is this boglin named after anyway? Some kind of Celtic pixie? I'm probably thinking of the bogle, some sort of Scottish household spirit.
[QUOTE=ironman17;25727588]What is this boglin named after anyway? Some kind of Celtic pixie? I'm probably thinking of the bogle, some sort of Scottish household spirit.[/QUOTE]
No idea, man. All I know is, that's the toy name, and it's rather an old toy. Old.
Went up for a glass of water on a Friday night in August, parents were sleeping, no one else in the house.
I have a dog, it was present too, but as I went to the kitchen, I could've sworn I heard coughing down in the basement. During that I was wayyyy too scared to check, so I just got back up to bed, deciding that it was nothing at all, but heck, I was almost paralyzed of horror that night.
We had some creepy-ass times in my house.
I've heard voices.
These two really gruff, low voices- they were different, you could tell.
One said mikey, and the other said toykal... I'm rather confused- but do we expect creatures to speak english?
Plus, I've heard random burps- not creepy? how about you sit on your bed, reading a book, then it happens right behind the book. 'BLUGAH'. I still hear noises/hear things nowadays, not as often, but hell.
My life is rather creepy. If you saw some of my memories, you'd be creeped out.
I'm 14 years old, and i've had a good 14 years of creepy toys, occasional schitzophrenia, some hallucinations, bump-ins with ghosts, and i'm rather accustomed with it.
Hell, i've seen movies like the blair witch, the grudge, freddy v jason, just general horror and only laughed. :D
Holy shit.
Was not expecting that fucking wet hole in the box.
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[QUOTE=Raneman;25540355]Minecraft is the scariest game ever, more scary then Penumbra or Amnesia.[/QUOTE]
I am afraid that I am going to have to disagree with you there good buddy.
Amnesia and the Penumbra series are THE fucking scariest games that I have ever played.
MineCraft is the third scariest game I have ever played, because of fucking CREEPERS.
1st. Amnesia: Scariest game I have ever played. PERIOD.
2nd. Penumbra (Series): Fucking creepy atmosphere sets this as my second.
3rd. Minecraft: Fucking creepers. D:
Ugh. I don't know what it is, but some of those 'creepy pictures' with the faces really make me contort. Something about them just makes my mind freeze up. Which is really weird, I'm normally a very logical person. I don't get scared easily and I'm normally laughing through horror films and games. Gore doesn't to me, pop-up horror makes me occasionally jump due to reflexes, and so on. There's just something about some specific pictures that really make me not want to look at them and forget them. If you need an example, which I'm typing after I posted the body and question, here: Literally, right after I clicked post, there was a very soft creaking followed by a loud crack sound, right to the left of me. It's pretty dark in here and I'm the only one home. To the left, is the door to our attic/crawl space. I casually got up, opened the door, walked in, flicked on the light and discovered that it was only an old stashed chair that had fallen off of a bookshelf we sat it on. Apparently, the back legs came loose and it fell down. I got everything back in place and thought nothing of it, despite it never happening before.
Anyone have a clue why these pictures bother me, but so little else does? And yeah, if you're about to post something witty, go for it anyways. :v:
[quote]We have all seen the Exorcist. Okay maybe not all. But some of us have seen Scary Movie 2 and the others have fallen asleep to one of those “Top Twenty Moments in Horror Movies” on the E.
In any case we have some notion of a Catholic priest dropping sweat bullets as he recites from a book of prayers in a bedroom. I am not that guy and could of really used the name of that book.
As I stripped down she said, “That’s big and that looks like some thick wood, Christ.”
“Thank you.“ While she was talking I was studying her heart shaped ass. Then I realize she could not possibly see my dick while turned away from me.
“Are you Catholic?”
“What? I don’t go to church every Sunday, but I suppose so.” For some odd reason women in New York City were slower at removing their tops than their underwear. New York City was too far away from Canada to blame it on their influence.
“How much does that thing weigh?” She was referring to a large crucifix that hung over the head board of my bed. It was not ornate, it was something I picked up in Peru. An iron Christ figure on a thick hard wood cross.
“About twenty or thirty pounds.”
“We’re talking about the crucifix right, Jack?” While she babbled on about the thing on my wall she finally took off her shirt and bra. And I was finally bathed in the glory of hard pink nipples on fair skin.
I jumped on the bed. “Why don’t you come and find out, Bridget?” The lack of foresight of this maneuver ended in me banging my head on the head board and rattling it against wall.
She crawled up the foot of the bed, her tongue foreshadowing the other orifice. Before long we made the right connect and she bounced on the bed like one of those kids in those tents they play in on their seventh birthdays. Kids. I’m not wearing a condom, I hope she’s on a pill. And the pill might not―
“Pzzpfft.” That sounded like a fart. At that moment something that felt warm and slippery began moving along my lower left leg.
“Woah, Woah, Woah. That’s not… That isn’t. I don’t have that kind of fetish!” I am unsure if she jumped off me or if I forced her off. The only thing I was thinking about was inspecting my sweet, sweet leg for signs of shit. I backed up against the headboard and pulled my legs to me. Somewhere in the back of my mind it occurred to me I would need new sheets.
Bridget stood at the foot of my bed, her eyes rolled about and her mouth gaped. “Blaspheme the name of your God and we will spare your insignificant life. Bow to us,” she said in that raspy voice, somewhere between having a sore throat and being punched in the stomach.
“Look, look. I need to know. Did you shit on my bed?” I was still frantically searching for any sign of the turd on or near my skin. Even though I was still cringing at the fact that it had touched me.
“Behold the miracles of the lord of the tomb!” To my relief I saw a flesh-color length rise above Bridget’s shoulders. The tip was an off purple color that oozed a slimy fluid. “Bow before our might, pizza-boy.”
“I never told you what I did for a li―”
“That is right we are omniscient! We know all. We know all from the day you first took air into your lungs to the day you will exhale it for the last time.” The woman raised her rolling eyes to my ceiling, probably to point out I would die of a mold-related disease. I silently noted I should probably notify the super about it.
“Actually I’m a producer of one of those low budget travel shows on cable,” I said.
“Quiet maggot! We are not streetwalking whores who seek to tell you your fortune! We are mighty. We are many. We are Leg―”
“Fartdick, you are Fartdick. How do you like being interrupted?” Despite being in naked in my bedroom with either a mad woman, a possessed woman, or (let’s be serious) a woman I tried to maintain calm speech. Physically my hands grabbing at the heavy crucifix behind the headboard of my bed.
“What did you say?”
“I’m just trying to describe my experience. You basically farted and a giant demon dick sprouted from your asshole.” I still struggled feebly to detach the crucifix from the wall. Slowly, I felt the shit job the super did attaching the brackets to wall give way.
Her giant demon dick stiffly stood poised as she crawled back onto the bed. “You insolent―”
Once the bracket finally gave way the heavy crucifix fell forward. Guiding it with my hands I managed to maneuver it so that it would crash down on her head. Then I waited.
“Blood and God knows what else.” After a time I hefted the cross off the bed. The iron Christ figurine that hung on the crucifix had left a small slit of peeled back skin that exposed crushed boned and pulpy gray matter.
I had the knowledge of the average movie-goer and gamer. Confirm the kill, destroy the brain. Lacking a hacksaw (or a firearm) to cut her head off at the neck (or blow her head off her neck), I frantically searched the draw for the steak knife I kept my bedroom.
Finding it, I plunged it into her warm slit and gyrated.[/quote]
^Whoa Whoa Whoa!
What!?
[QUOTE=Tycholarfero;25730314]MineCraft is the third scariest game I have ever played, because of fucking CREEPERS.[/QUOTE]
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs\
BOOM /caps
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[QUOTE=TalonAran;25731511]Weird ass-story[/QUOTE]
What did I just read.
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Repost, modified.
[quote]A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen, so she runs downstairs to meet her mother. As she's running through the hallway, the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens, and a hand reaches out and pulls her in. It's her mother. She whispers to her child, "Don't go into the kitchen, I heard it too."
The girl is understandably frightened and peeks out the door and sees her mother walking down the hallway up the stairs, calling the girl's name in a questioning tone. The girl doesn't see anything else, because her viewpoint rapidly changes into a view of her own body collapsing to the ground, along with the words, "Critical Hit!" above her head. Her "mother" is engulfed in smoke, and the BLU spy appears.
He walks calmly out of the cupboard and stares at the gruesome sight that is a large, indescribable monster so horrifying that H.P. Lovecraft began spinning in his grave. The spy lights a cigarette as the monster gurgles, "The payment is in the usual place." "Good," says the spy, "but I never really was on your side." The monster growls, but is cut off by a Uber-charged Heavy bursting through the door with a Natascha minigun, killing the monster. The mother rolls down the stairs at the hands of an Engineer's mini-sentry. Everyone gets random item drops, except the medic, who gets VAC banned for using an aimbot a month ago.
--HOURS LATER--
The RED scout walks into his home.[/quote]Holy fuck, this is the dumbest thing I have ever written.
[QUOTE=Doom14;25731188]Ugh. I don't know what it is, but some of those 'creepy pictures' with the faces really make me contort. Something about them just makes my mind freeze up. Which is really weird, I'm normally a very logical person. I don't get scared easily and I'm normally laughing through horror films and games. Gore doesn't to me, pop-up horror makes me occasionally jump due to reflexes, and so on. There's just something about some specific pictures that really make me not want to look at them and forget them. If you need an example, which I'm typing after I posted the body and question, here: Literally, right after I clicked post, there was a very soft creaking followed by a loud crack sound, right to the left of me. It's pretty dark in here and I'm the only one home. To the left, is the door to our attic/crawl space. I casually got up, opened the door, walked in, flicked on the light and discovered that it was only an old stashed chair that had fallen off of a bookshelf we sat it on. Apparently, the back legs came loose and it fell down. I got everything back in place and thought nothing of it, despite it never happening before.
Anyone have a clue why these pictures bother me, but so little else does? And yeah, if you're about to post something witty, go for it anyways. :v:[/QUOTE]
Drr... Drr... Drr... Drr...
Oh, and i'll try and find pictures of my boglin- ones that don't involve me.
Waincats man, fuckin Waincats is the new creepy shit. In a nutshell (because I'm lazy), Louis Wain drew cats all the time, then he got schizophrenia, and you can see the progression In his works!!! from the ominously staring early ones to the clusterfuck nightmare inducing fractical cats!
[img]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/5/56/Wain_cat.jpg[/img]
^:3:^
[img]http://www.cerebromente.org.br/gallery/gall_leonardo/gato1.jpg[/img]
^:raise:^
[img]http://www.cerebromente.org.br/gallery/gall_leonardo/gato2.jpg[/img]
^:ohdear:^
[img]http://www.cerebromente.org.br/gallery/gall_leonardo/gato3.jpg[/img]
^:eek:^
[img]http://www.cerebromente.org.br/gallery/gall_leonardo/pcat4.jpg[/img]
^:gonk:^
[img]http://www.cerebromente.org.br/gallery/gall_leonardo/pcat5.jpg[/img]
^:silent:^
Interesting as hell [i]and[/i] I could barely sleep!
So today me and 2 friends were walking in the woods behind my house and we went pretty far back and found this old abandoned car with it's front missing, save the axel, from the 80's (you could tell from the items inside and there was an 88 sticker on the license plate). The window was covered in prickly vines so we had to wack them down. Inside, the interior was trashed with a missing radio, a few beer cans, and various other stuff. Since we couldn't open the door, we decided to pop the trunk. After about 30 seconds of labor and the slight creeping anticipation of finding a body or some sort of mutilated body part, one of my friends popped it. Inside were an old glass pepsi bottle, a tire with a rock or something under it, a bag with some sort of mechanical thing in in it, some other bags, some other shit, and two purses. Inside the purses where gum packages, insect repellent, fishing gear, and a small stack of photos. I peeled the old damp photos apart and all the pictures where distorted from years of weathering and water. The ones that I could make out and remember were a couple pictures of black babies, a young black female (age 10-13), and a picture with a brick wall in the background. The rest of the photos were too destroyed to make out, but it really makes me wonder what happened to the family. There was a house nearby so maybe it belongs to them but why would they leave the purses in the car? It made me so mad that I didn't bring my camera because it was somewhat unnerving and would have been a pretty good video to document. Me and my friend are probably going back tomorrow so I can film the contents and I will post it.
Please note, this is in no way the start of a Slender Man ARG or a creepy pasta. This is completely true.
gah, no seperate images of my boglin yet...
Anyone want any more info about it? the boglin/nightmares/sounds/sights etc.
This disturbed me when I first heard it.
[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cask_of_Amontillado[/url]
Damn, Edgar Allen Poe! You scary!
[QUOTE=Psychokitten;25756140]This disturbed me when I first heard it.
[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cask_of_Amontillado[/url]
Damn, Edgar Allen Poe! You scary![/QUOTE]
[url]http://www.literature.org/authors/poe-edgar-allan/amontillado.html[/url]
[QUOTE=Psychokitten;25756140]This disturbed me when I first heard it.
[url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cask_of_Amontillado[/url]
Damn, Edgar Allen Poe! You scary![/QUOTE]
We read this at our school recently, our teacher dressed up in a cape and had one of those masks on a stick.
It's even more frightening when you hear the story behind it. I'm not going to dig it up right now, but it's even more disturbing because it was confirmed years later.
it's a shame we won't revive this thread with literature
Thread needs revival. I'm subscribed to it D:
Atleast I tried to revive it...
[QUOTE=Zakkin;25727240]The box had a rather torn out hole in the bottom.
[/QUOTE]
You didn't by chance find any brown/black pellets on anywhere near the box did you?
And how was the box orientated?
Getting the defibrillator
[media]http://www.imgjoe.com/x/dog.png[/media]
[media]http://www.imgjoe.com/x/floatinghead.jpg[/media]
[media]http://www.imgjoe.com/x/rabidyhy.jpg[/media]
[media]http://www.imgjoe.com/x/houseofrules.jpg[/media]
Man, that's some chilling stuff.
[QUOTE=Carbon Knight;25767632]You didn't by chance find any brown/black pellets on anywhere near the box did you?
And how was the box orientated?[/QUOTE]
No, No pellets... And the box was just kept in my bed- it has a shelf under the mattress. and I've never really bothered with it- I mean, you won't just get out the source of your nightmares and play with it reguarly, would you?
[QUOTE=Zakkin;25771160]No, No pellets... And the box was just kept in my bed- it has a shelf under the mattress. and I've never really bothered with it- I mean, you won't just get out the source of your nightmares and play with it reguarly, would you?[/QUOTE]
It looks more like rats.
Also why is the box concave if something was trying to get out?
[quote]Vladimir Stalvernisky waited. Oil lamps above head blinked and sparked out of air. Capitalist pigs were in base. He did not see them, but they were there. Capitalist pigs should be expected everywhere. Warnings to KGB officer Josonsky not listened to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.Vladimir was Kosmonaut soldier for fourteen years. When small, he watched rockets and said to father "Comrade father, I want to be on rockets." Comrade father say, "NYET! You will be kill by Capitalist pig-dogs!" He believed him when small. Then older Vladimir stopped. But now in glorious Mir space station base he knew were Capitalists. "Josonsky here", phone line crackered. "Kill Capitalist pigs!" Vladimir get palsma rifle and blow up wall section." He kill us all!" Capitalist pigs shout."I kill him!" Cybercapitalist pig say and fire rocket. Vladimir plasma him and try kill him. Then ceiling section implode and trap them so they could not kill. "NYET!!!! Must kill Capitalist pigs!" he shouted.Radio say, "Nyet, Vladimir. You are the Capitalist pigs. "And then Vladimir was a Fascist.Then Glorious Motherland fire nuclear missile to Mir space station. This is how Soviet Union deal with capitalist pigs and fascist dogs.[/quote]
I can't believe this thread is still up
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