• Generally just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread
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A very creepy story.
thats a creepy
-snip because i can't find the scene-
[img]http://i.imgur.com/xIjV7.jpg[/img] I wish I had the story that goes with. can't find it anywhere :frown:
Half life 2 Creepypasta?
[QUOTE=Roundhouse;26490795][img_thumb]http://i.imgur.com/xIjV7.jpg[/img_thumb] I wish I had the story that goes with. can't find it anywhere :frown:[/QUOTE] Remember member member what a womble womble womble you are...
[QUOTE=linksysruler;26488014][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUXyl-Xaxr4[/media] It goes from creepy to hilarious then utterly terrifying.[/QUOTE] Thank you for posting that. That was hilarious, and well done. It was honestly creepy, and I even started to wonder if I wanted to watch it at all.
Hey guys whats "The Grifter"?
[QUOTE=LorencBag;26510503]Hey guys whats "The Grifter"?[/QUOTE] A video [url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=koBdTGu58Wc[/url]
If this is late I'm sorry. [img]http://www.reborn-baby.com/images/galleryone/katie/katie1.jpg[/img] Not so scary? Well what you are looking at (if it wasn't obvious) is a doll. A pretty accurate looking doll. I know people are sick of doll shit, but still. [url]http://www.reborn-baby.com/[/url]
Wow. I fucking have a 18 page copy pasta I wrote on word and because the trial ran out I can't copy it. WHY MICROSOFT, YOU FUCKING WHORE
[QUOTE=Lazer Loop;26522553]If this is late I'm sorry. [img_thumb]http://www.reborn-baby.com/images/galleryone/katie/katie1.jpg[/img_thumb] Not so scary? Well what you are looking at (if it wasn't obvious) is a doll. A pretty accurate looking doll. I know people are sick of doll shit, but still. [url]http://www.reborn-baby.com/[/url][/QUOTE] Now, this "doll" here is a real human. Scary, huh? [IMG]http://i52.tinypic.com/288ozgz.jpg[/IMG]
[QUOTE=WhoopingCrane;26455597]Why I hate democrats.[/QUOTE] -ha now you can't read it- [editline]6th December 2010[/editline] [QUOTE=Ashten;26523566]Wow. I fucking have a 18 page copy pasta I wrote on word and because the trial ran out I can't copy it. WHY MICROSOFT, YOU FUCKING WHORE[/QUOTE] OpenOffice.org
I dunno if this has been posted yet, but here's an interesting story. Living on the 12th floor wasn't bad, the view over the busy city was pleasant to look at. The only problem were those elevators. I have bad sinuses you see, and the pressure of descending quickly gives me headaches. But it passes, so it's an easy sacrifice. I waited for the elevator to arrive on my floor; it always takes awhile. After a while, I got impatient and started fumbling around with my pockets. Whilst I was fondling the keys in my pocket I realised one of the elevators had already arrived, doors wide open even. I hadn't head the ping of the floor indicator, nor heard the doors creak open. I shrugged it off and went inside. I should have left the elevator then and taken the stairs. The air was immediately denser, hot and sticky. The faint stench of onions tickled at my nostrils, but I figured it was some dirty neighbor's lingering odour. Again I had noticed that the doors had moved without my noticing, as the warm natural light was now gone. The elevator jumped for a second before descending, the creaking of the walls and cable jolted my nerves. The pressure in my ears slowly began to build, although this time it gradually formed into a horrible migraine, pushing in on my "Temples". The floor indicator read 12. How was that possible? The elevator was obviously broken, and suddenly I feared it would drop. The trip was taking much longer than expected, and I was very eager to get off this fucking thing, but it kept rattling as it went further and further down. The lights flickered out and died, leaving me in complete darkness. The air was getting noticibly heavier, and the smell of decaying fruit filled my nose and mouth. It was almost too much to bear. I began to cough and gag. I needed to escape. I began banging on the walls, shouting, screaming for help, but nothing. No reply; it was if the metal casing had taken me somewhere else. The elevator suddenly bounced and lurched to a stop, the sound of its shrieking brakes echoing through the shaft. The indicator displayed a bright red "G," the only light I could see. How long did it take? Doesn't matter, at least I'm about to get out. The doors shuddered and crept open. There was barely any light in what looked like the lobby, but I could make out something wet coating the walls: a red, spongey fungus. There were no people in sight, only a few discarded items of clothing, bags, and groceries. I slowly ventured out into this dark room, the floor squishing beneath my steps. I felt a slight breeze coming from just ahead, so I inched forward to discover the source. I could just make out a large black hole in the centre of the large hall. Emanating from the gaping maw was the heavy sound of something...breathing? Something behind me clinked. I spun around to see a mug rolling on a table, and what looked like a pale foot disappear into a doorway. Quiet tapping echoed all around me. Wherever I am, I'm not alone. The ending reminds me of Amnesia, with the "red spongy fungus" coating the walls, and a pale figure disappearing into a doorway (Grunt/Mr Flappy, anyone?)
A lot of these would be scarier if it wasn't the middle of the day for me.
It's scarier for me since I have the curtains closed all the time, not to mention the fact that the only souls in this house besides me are a gerbil, a hamster, and a cat. (and maybe some flies) Still, having a cat around provides a bit of reassurance.
[QUOTE=ironman17;26525444]It's scarier for me since I have the curtains closed all the time, not to mentino the fact that the only souls in this house besides me are a gerbil, a hamster, and a cat. (and maybe some flies) Still, having a cat around provides a bit of reassurance.[/QUOTE] Cat stares at wall and starts hissing, walks out of room and continues hissing at door to garage. Happened a week ago :ohdear:
[QUOTE=Ninja Gnome;23180138]He would gum them to death.[/QUOTE] epic lol
[QUOTE=UberMunchkin;26510449][b][u]Incoming Shit Creepypasta by me[/u][/b] Ever sat down on an office chair in the night? You never want to. One time, I was playing MW2 with some friends during the night, when there was a power cut. My friends and I keep assuring ourselves that the power would come back on. It didn't. We spent all the night without sleep, staying still, without a light or torch. After half an hour of silence (When we decided to talk) we noticed that Fred (The Comic Relief of the group, who was on the office chair) was talking much more slowly, and quietly. We said what's happened. or the rest of that night, he said. "Don't move the chair." That was all he said. "Don't move the chair." We asked him why. "Don't move the chair" Now Fred, he was [b]never[/b] scared (I was friends with him since my first day at primary school), once he tackled someone who was running away from the police. He was never scared of creepypastas, He'd always shed some light on whatever situation (Like the Midnight Man pasta, which is where you walk around the house in the dark with only a candle and some salt, you may know it). He wasn't even afraid of death, as he was hit by a car 3 times. He was there on the chair, I could of sworn he was crying, repeating those lines. Around 1am, my friend's (His name was James, basically the brainbox) phone went off. He answered, but didn't say hello. There were a few strings of morse-code, repeating itself, after a few repeats, Fred said "What". James said "The Morse code translates as: Move the chair". When the sun finally risen, we could see Fred. He was being hanged from the roof, his feet just touching the chair. Sorry it's crap and long. I was never good at storytelling :frown:[/QUOTE] [QUOTE=Fourm Shark;26511076]heh, thats good. but needs more buildup.[/QUOTE] I took the liberty of adding build up :D My parents were out for the week, so I invited my friends over for the night and played call of duty in my dad’s computer office we decided to all get 3kill streaks and then sit into a random corner and RC everyone else, last people alive, win. Game after game we had simple, mindless, fun. Late into the night the power went out. After a couple minutes of heavy cursing, being the immature brats we are. We settled down in our office chairs and talked normally for a little bit. After a good half hour of talking, there was an eerie silence. There was murmur among us. “what” I called out realizing that I was a little too loud, my voice echoing in the room as if it was empty, and the only things were in the room were my self, and the chair. “you hear it too?” a voice said, it was Sam. Startled I jumped. That’s right, Sam was right next to me the entire time we were here. “Has anyone moved from their chair” Four people said No. Afterwards Sam said “Max do you have any good jokes?” The murmur continued. “Okay who is talking” I shouted out, again too loud. The murmur wouldn’t stop “I hear it too” said sam “Me too” joined Joe Joe was another friend I invited over, who was on the other side of the office, I thought there was no way he could have heard it. “I can hear it too” “same here” Will and Clifford. The twins. “That leaves Frank, where is Frank” The murmur continues “Frank, Frank is that you?” Only slighty louder so it was audible “don’t” He was sobbing “don’t move the chair” Suddenly a high-pitched shriek filled the house “DON’T MOVE THE FUCKING CHAIR” By now I pictured entire tears rolling down from his eyes. It doesn’t make sense, Frank was never afraid of anything, I grew up with him, I’ve known him since we were in diapers . He tackled a man running from the police, read creepy-pasta and laughed it at. Hell, he ran across a high way during rush hour to save a kitten. But there he was, a fully grown man, acting as if he was about to be murdered. An hour passed of us trying to calm down Frank. No one could see, so we kept in our chairs “don’t move the chair” Soon it appeared as white noise, something in the background of my mind. I lifted my head and turned towards the window, the sun was rising. We’ve spent an entire night in these office chairs, they’re uncomfortable, and not ideal for sleeping in. So I was awake for the entire night. Trying to calm down Frank. Soon I could see the outline of Sam, the only person I could stick my hand out and touch. A couple minutes later I could see the sun through the windows, it must have been 5 or 6 in the morning, I didn’t feel like looking around for a clock, so I stuck with 5:30. I discided to look around for Frank, who had been going insane the entire night. Then I was shocked. I didn’t understand it. But Frank was hung from the celing, with his feet, barely touching the arm rests of the chair Weeping “do not move the chair
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;26536644]I took the liberty of adding build up :D My parents were out for the week, so I invited my friends over for the night and played call of duty in my dad’s computer office we decided to all get 3kill streaks and then sit into a random corner and RC everyone else, last people alive, win. Game after game we had simple, mindless, fun. Late into the night the power went out. After a couple minutes of heavy cursing, being the immature brats we are. We settled down in our office chairs and talked normally for a little bit. After a good half hour of talking, there was an eerie silence. There was murmur among us. “what” I called out realizing that I was a little too loud, my voice echoing in the room as if it was empty, and the only things were in the room were my self, and the chair. “you hear it too?” a voice said, it was Sam. Startled I jumped. That’s right, Sam was right next to me the entire time we were here. “Has anyone moved from their chair” Four people said No. Afterwards Sam said “Max do you have any good jokes?” The murmur continued. “Okay who is talking” I shouted out, again too loud. The murmur wouldn’t stop “I hear it too” said sam “Me too” joined Joe Joe was another friend I invited over, who was on the other side of the office, I thought there was no way he could have heard it. “I can hear it too” “same here” Will and Clifford. The twins. “That leaves Frank, where is Frank” The murmur continues “Frank, Frank is that you?” Only slighty louder so it was audible “don’t” He was sobbing “don’t move the chair” Suddenly a high-pitched shriek filled the house “DON’T MOVE THE FUCKING CHAIR” By now I pictured entire tears rolling down from his eyes. It doesn’t make sense, Frank was never afraid of anything, I grew up with him, I’ve known him since we were in diapers . He tackled a man running from the police, read creepy-pasta and laughed it at. Hell, he ran across a high way during rush hour to save a kitten. But there he was, a fully grown man, acting as if he was about to be murdered. An hour passed of us trying to calm down Frank. No one could see, so we kept in our chairs “don’t move the chair” Soon it appeared as white noise, something in the background of my mind. I lifted my head and turned towards the window, the sun was rising. We’ve spent an entire night in these office chairs, they’re uncomfortable, and not ideal for sleeping in. So I was awake for the entire night. Trying to calm down Frank. Soon I could see the outline of Sam, the only person I could stick my hand out and touch. A couple minutes later I could see the sun through the windows, it must have been 5 or 6 in the morning, I didn’t feel like looking around for a clock, so I stuck with 5:30. I discided to look around for Frank, who had been going insane the entire night. Then I was shocked. I didn’t understand it. But Frank was hung from the celing, with his feet, barely touching the arm rests of the chair Weeping “do not move the chair[/QUOTE] Ruined by shit formatting and horrid grammar.
This thread is my most favorite thread on facepunch, who's with me?
[QUOTE={ABK}AbbySciuto;26537295]Ruined by shit formatting and horrid grammar.[/QUOTE] [IMG]http://i52.tinypic.com/116s02a.png[/IMG]
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;26537878][img_thumb]http://i52.tinypic.com/116s02a.png[/img_thumb][/QUOTE] Grammar Nazi Pride FOREVER.
This creepy thread has pretty much ruined my life. Of course, i'm the only one to blame. I got addicted to the feeling i got when i was frightened during late night. I've reread the thread multiple times during the duration of a week. I can't go into a dark room without spazzing out and hitting the light switch. My tv is on constantly because I can't stand silence. Minutes go by like hours but at the end of the day it feels like 5 minutes went by. This has been going on for a week now. Just now, I sat at the piano to relax but I ended up being scared stiff when I heard a voice say "Prove you're worth keeping" I got through a piece i wrote shaking and sweating. It was my imagination, i know, I know these thing aren't real and probably won't do shit but I'm losing sleep. Whenever I close my eyes I see slenderman or whoever and i'm fucking terrified of looking through windows or looking at a mirror. I'm posting this cause I'm wondering. Is there anyway to make this go away?
Watch Paranormal Activity, that way you'll be completely scared of your house, instead of what's inside.
[QUOTE=PortalGod;26596337]Watch Paranormal Activity, that way you'll be completely scared of your house, instead of what's inside.[/QUOTE] paranormal activity wasn't scary
[QUOTE=PortalGod;26596337]Watch Paranormal Activity, that way you'll be completely scared of your house, instead of what's inside.[/QUOTE] paranormal activity was only slightly creepy during the last five minutes. the entire movie was things moving on their own and OMG WHAT WAS THAT
Late one Saturday night, just before 12', a ring at the doorbell jolted me awake. I hoped out of bed and was ready to give these pranksters and good-night scolding. I fumbled for the light switch, and light filled my vision. Nearly blind, I walked down the stairs. They creaked, which was odd because they never had done this before. Highly forboding, but I thought nothing of it. I arrived at the door and opened it up, thinking that the small delay to get there had scared anyone off. But I opened it anyways, and to my surprise, a man stood there. He had a dim expression on his face, though he appeared to mask it by half-heartedly smiling. He was bald and very large, muscular, and he wore a black suit. "What do you want?" I asked impolitely, still being ornery about waking up at nearly 12' at night. He lifted his hand and directed me to the driveway. There lay a hearse where my car should've been. "Room for one more," he appeared to ask. What was he doing? Carpooling? Maybe he thought I worked the night shift. But why a hearse? Nothing added up. "Um... no thanks?" I seemed to be asking, puzzled to the current situation. "Okay then," he said. He drove off in his hearse, leaving me agast at the doorway. Still, I thought nothing of it. I have sleep paralysis, so I thought it was another night-terror. I decided to go back to bed before the nieghbors got suspicious. I awoke the next morning, finding my car nowhere in sight. I had to take a bus, after notifying the police of course. I arrived at my office, a 56 story skyscraper in downtown Chicago.My office is on the 48th floor. But when time came to go home, I came to thye elevator. But when it arrived, it was practically full. But there was something, ehh....suspicious. That big bald man was standing there, in the elevator. "Room for one more," he said. "No thanks, I catch the next one," I replied. The next thing I know, I hear the elevator screeching down the shaft in a terrible flurry of screaming. It had crashed, killing 12 people. But the body of the big man I claimed to see was never found. I went out into the parking lot in horrible shock, just recovering from what I heard. But there, in my designated parking spot, was that hearse. The big man stood there, torn apart. Missing limbs and holes through him, bloodied and mauled. "Room for one more" EDIT: Pageking Bitch!
I think I get the "Don't move the chair" story. Somehow, he managed to hang himself, but he does not want to actually kill himself. Am I right?
[QUOTE=NotSo1337;26597194]I think I get the "Don't move the chair" story. Somehow, he managed to hang himself, but he does not want to actually kill himself. Am I right?[/QUOTE] or whatever made the power go out hanged him magically
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