[QUOTE=The Statue;26596448]A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was OK, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "[i]..Take the children and get out of the house…we will call the police. We do not have an angel statue.[/i]" The police found all three of the house occupants dead within ten minutes of the call. No statue was found. [/QUOTE]
[QUOTE=Louis;23046239]You do hear numbers and shit on the radio, when I heard it I shat myself and turned off the game.[/QUOTE]
so scary someone saying numbers, why would you shit yourself and turn off the game if he just says" One-Zero-Seven_..." etc.
[QUOTE=TheDiddler;26596250]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?[/QUOTE]
Walk around the house naked holding a knife or a blunt object.
[QUOTE=drcortex;26598567]A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was OK, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "..Take the children and get out of the house…we will call the police. We do not have an angel statue." The police found all three of the house occupants dead within ten minutes of the call. No statue was found.[/QUOTE]
I wonder where that idea came from...
[media]http://popvultures.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/angel.jpg[/media]
Actually, the original story very likely pre-dated the Weeping Angels by a long time.
Also, if you're wised-up on Doctor Who lore, then this next bit may be a bit disturbing. Y'know how Weeping Angels are only frozen when observed? And you know that perception filters cause people to not notice something?
Well, try to imagine what would happen if you put a perception filter on a Weeping Angel.
Maybe it was the time-fcuking qualities of the encroaching Crack that did it. Or they were doing it to instill a sense of fear, drawing out Amy's potential demise to sweeten the experience. Or maybe, just maybe, they were preparing to force her eyes open and let the gestating Angel in her mind burst forth like a Xenomorph.
[QUOTE=ironman17;26626419]Actually, the original story very likely pre-dated the Weeping Angels by a long time.
Also, if you're wised-up on Doctor Who lore, then this next bit may be a bit disturbing. Y'know how Weeping Angels are only frozen when observed? And you know that perception filters cause people to not notice something?
Well, try to imagine what would happen if you put a perception filter on a Weeping Angel.[/QUOTE]
Holy shit this needs to be an episode.
[QUOTE=UberMunchkin;26627168][b][u]Another rubbish story incoming![/b][/u]
You know about zombies? I know you do.
Most zombies are stupid and brainless, right? Wrong. There is a legend of zombies in the 1800's, they were very smart.
Heard the phrase "Saved by the Bell"?
You probably have. The story is, in the 1800's, there would be a bell in your grave, if you were buried alive, you could ring the bell and someone on duty would get you out.
Now, what about the Zombies, you say? Well sometimes they would come back to life in their grave, only knowing about death and life, and how to survive. There are many legends of zombies who would ring the bell, they were the Dead Ringers. Sometimes body snatchers like Burke and Hare would give them to doctors, when they would deceive all the doctors and students in the room, eating them to the bare bone, where other doctors would use them for other acts of anatomy.
They have secretly overrun some places, if there is a grave in your local church, be wary of a bell ringing, that is to signal any other Zombies. But most zombies will stay in the church, as many of them at the time they were buried, were religious. But as technology changes, they change. If you get a phone call, which mentions a long lost relative, it may be too late.
I sucked all my life at stories. :frown:[/QUOTE]
Your first one wasn't bad, but dear lord this was terrible.
And can we not dicuss Doctor Who for once? I know most people here are British, so it's bound to be more popular, but I really, really, dislike Doctor Who. Not because the show is bad, and excuse me if my opinion is bad because I haven't seen much of the show, but I don't like the Doctor himself. He to "White Knight" to me.
[QUOTE=BananaFoam;26638084]And can we not dicuss Doctor Who for once? I know most people here are British, so it's bound to be more popular, but I really, really, dislike Doctor Who. Not because the show is bad, and excuse me if my opinion is bad because I haven't seen much of the show, but I don't like the Doctor himself. He to "White Knight" to me.[/QUOTE]
That's fine the actor will change next week anyways :downs:
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was OK, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the puppy statue in the closet with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the door, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "..Take the children and get some kibble…we will call the pound. We do not have a puppy statue." The police found all three of the house occupants enjoying the company of an adorable puppy within ten minutes of the call. No statue was found. In the mirror, written in blood was a message stating "STATUES CAN FROLIC TOO." Such is life in soviet Brooklyn.
It's 3 in the morning, you've been at your computer all night, and are finally going to bed. You lay in bed and close your eyes. 10 minutes in, right before you're about to fall asleep, you hear something. Not a loud sound though. Not an ambulance in the distance, not a plane flying overhead, not even the sound of the water flowing through the pipes. No, you've heard those sounds all your life. It's a soft sound, a faint footstep. As if a child were cautiously tiptoe-ing on the carpet of your room. The thing is, you live alone. There is nothing that should be making that sound.
Your mind being the dick that it is, imagines all of the horrible things that it could possibly be. You clench your eyes tighter as if it would help. You make your breathing inaudible. You listen intently but hear nothing but the sound of your rapid heartbeat. You dismiss it as nothing and try to get back to sleep.
There it is again. "You're imagining things, it's not real, go to bed," You tell yourself over and over. The air in the room feels heavy, the complete and total silence is practically shattering your eardrums. You can't resist the urge to open your eyes, just for a fleeting second.
You study what you just saw in your mind. Nothing strange, nothing out of the ordinary. Your room is normal. Wait a minute, wasn't the closet door shut the last time you checked? Why was it open? There's that sound again, it's too soft to be able to know where in the room it's coming from. You couldn't trick a blind man into believing you're asleep. No matter how hard you try, your breathing is heavy, and your heart is pacing a mile a minute. "I must be going crazy" you think, "It's all in my head." One last look couldn't hurt, just to make sure.
Don't worry, you're not crazy.
Why am I going through all of this thread at 2 in the morning..
[img]http://images.4chan.org/x/src/1292220217873.jpg[/img]
Here's a pretty creepy one.
I am addicted to Video Games creepypasta, we need more of them.
Indeed, it brings an eldritch chill to our familiar territory.
[img]http://images.bit-tech.net/content_images/2010/09/amnesia-the-dark-descent-review/amnesia-dd-3.jpg[/img]
set it as your desktop
At first i thought he was wearing a jacket until i saw the teeth and blood on it.
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I DON'T LIKE HOW I'M THE ONLY ONE READING THIS THREAD. SOMEONE GET IN HERE.
Concerning the earlier requests for video-game creepypasta, are there any creepypastas based around Amnesia: The Dark Descent?
[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]
Please don't call your own work "shit" because then i don't wanna read it. Have some confidence.
fallout is set in the future. maybe they had youtube but everything was destroyed?
oh damn I miss this thread. Also, I need to find the minecraft story I wrote up for the thread a while back, it was much better than the basic 'herobrine' story.
[QUOTE=xeo xeo;26671162][img_thumb]http://cubeupload.com/files/adf87a1283162881610.jpg[/img_thumb][/QUOTE]
Sorry, buddy. Herobrine didn't bring trouble, he brought clocks. This has been posted at least twice.
oh hey, I found my story. Retoastin' to offset herobrine junk
[release]it's just... there. Ever since I built up my first hellgate, this has been itching me. You ever get that feeling there's a mob right behind you? Like that creeper sense where you know JUST when to turn around before they decide to SSSSSS
I keep feeling it, even when I turn it to peaceful. I'll hear something and whip around only to be greeted by a few torches and an empty hallway. I've gotten into the habit of placing sand down in hallways as I progress to ensure mobs can't get in from the outside, a dark place I missed or just some stupid new mob spawn glitch, I don't know how the new spawns work yet. Just peace of mind... but I've really become paranoid as of the past few days, it's weird. I understand there's mobs that will spawn but they're predictable. They''ll exist until you get too close and they'll just meander over and do their thing, making sounds to alert you that they're pissed off, you kill them, whatever.
But this isn't something to fear for that. No, it's just toying with me. It does things like make punching sounds against stone nearby. Blocks never break, but you hear a 'thunk' now and again, sometimes if I'm I'm mining for a while and stop, you'll hear something else clunk-clunk-clunk against the rock face in front of me, but faint. Maybe three or four blocks ahead. I abandoned those hall projects, they just end now. Filled with torches, just in case.
You'll see a black smoke sprite from a fire effect drift across a hall, or that overlay that dims your vision when night falls just kind of pinches in a bit, making things feel cramped. It's just gotta be me, I'm sure of it. Standing too close to a torch, maybe walking too far from the torchlight and it's darkening the overlay but glitches not to open back up when you approach the light for a while.
but still. There's something weird. I won't go around corners without my sword drawn, I've switched to peaceful to convince myself the footsteps I may hear are just a sheep or something, but there's never any animal noises. Not down in the caves. Just the occasional skuttle of footsteps. Maybe it's just my character readjusting when I turn around, but that doesn't explain when things go off with me paused.
it's still there. I'm sure of it. Around every corner, behind every wall, waiting, [url=http://ploader.net/files/f97e5c7195fc5cf1b5846736e9e38252.png]watching.[/url][/release]
[QUOTE=xeo xeo;26671162][img_thumb]http://cubeupload.com/files/adf87a1283162881610.jpg[/img_thumb][/QUOTE]
Hey look, a chicke-OH CHRIST WHAT THE FUCK
My friend wrote a mandrill maze "creepypasta" for his english class last year and got a 70% because his teacher "didn't care for it". I've been meaning to post this for awhile but I never got around to it.
[quote]Introduction: Hello, my name is Adam. I have always been a curious person when it comes to the scientific world. I subscribe to several journals of medicine and science and am always interested in new studies and experiments. One day it had dawned on me that I had been given so much from the scientific community but I had not given back anything. For a few months now I've been searching for a good starter experiment and I believe that this one is perfect. It may not cure cancer or AIDS or find a new renewable source of energy but it should be an interesting read. I hope you enjoy it, I know I will.
There's a rumor that's been going around the Internet recently. It has to do with this short, ten minute long film called Mandrill Maze. It was first discovered in 1988 although that may not be the year in which it was created. A name attached to it is that of an experimental filmmaker named Allen Hastings. He was known for his dark films that usually dealt with death and the occult. Mandrill Maze is the work that he claimed to be his “magnum opus.” He explained that he had worked so hard to make his perfect film and that he had finally done it. He premiered the movie to a small audience of twenty or so people. They consisted of his friends, family, critics, and fans. Everybody in the audience was shocked and thought it was some strange joke that Hastings had formulated and that the real film was going to premiere after. When they were told that that wasn't the case most of them left the screening room in silence. Hastings didn't seem disappointed though; he later told a friend that the movie “had served its purpose.” The last time somebody had seen him was February 26h, 1989 when he purchased a ticket for a flight to Germany. According to the story the audience of twenty eventually died within a few years. The complications range from medical reasons, car accidents, murders, and even very gruesome suicides.
Only one copy of Mandrill Maze had been made and it was stored in Hasting's apartment inside of a locked safe. After Hastings went missing his parents donated all of his films to the Chicago Film Society, a group that Hastings had been a long time member of. A range of strange stories regarding the movie had started to form once the movie was placed in storage. Stories went from security guards hearing voices in the room that the film was kept in, seeing apparitions of confused people wandering around the building at night and almost everybody having a really depressing and lonely feeling when in the presence of the film. After receiving complaints from his staff the then head of the Film Society Jack Dionne decided to watch it. Immediately after viewing the film he deemed it “worthless trash” and burnt it..along with himself in a suicide a few weeks later. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily) for the public a member of the Film Society had made a digital copy. That copy was later passed around as a “Haunted Tape”. With the popularity of the Internet increasing the Mandrill Maze has found its way onto popular video hosting sites such as Youtube. Most of the time the video will get taken down for copyright infringement, or the ones that get uploaded are just fakes or “tributes” attempting to emulate the real thing or to scare people. The rumor is that if a person is to watch the actual original film in its entirety it will make them go crazy.
And that is where I come in. I have come into possession of a true copy of Mandrill Maze...guess what I intend to do with it?
Purpose: The purpose of this experiment is to observe and explain the effects of prolonged exposure to the “Mandrill Maze”, a short film that is rumored to have adverse medical effects on its observers.
Hypothesis: It is predicted that prolonged exposure to the Mandrill Maze will have no adverse effects on its viewer aside from the effects that would occur when viewing any form of media for a long period of time.
Materials: 1 Computer with a copy of Mandrill Maze, 1 pair of sound dampening headphones, pen and paper, optional refreshments.
Procedure: The test experiment is to sit in a silent location with Mandrill Maze playing on a loop. Every hour he or she is to record their feelings and possible side-effects. They are allowed one five minute maximum bathroom break every hour and six hours of sleep for every 18 hours of being awake. Meals are to be eaten while watching Mandrill Maze and the video must also be played in the background while the test experiment is sleeping.
Observations:
Hour 0
I'm about to begin the test right now. I'm kind of nervous but other than that I feel great. I've got some snacks (a bag of chips, a pizza Lunchable and a 2 litre jug of Dr. Pepper), a slinky toy to play with, two pencils to air drum with, and a mind ready to absorb the god that is the Mandrill Maze. I've never been any more ready in my life. Let's do this!
Hour 0.25
I'm fifteen minutes into the experiment. I've seen the movie loop once now. It's pretty hilarious actually. For those who haven't seen the video (so pretty much everybody I guess) I'll describe it for you; there's a maze and you walk through it in first person view. The walls are made of big square pictures of this mandrill. Not a bunch of mandrills, mind you. Just one. The mandrill. I suppose his name should be capitalized then, he is a pretty important character. He's really the only character actually. Well, I suppose the only other character is you, but it's never really referenced. There's not really a plot, just you're in the maze and you gotta make your way through it. There's this really neato synthy and drum machine 80's music in the background too. It's really catchy, I have a feeling I'll be humming it in the very near future.
Hour 0.5
I'm still feeling okay. I've officially just seen the end of the third progression of the movie. Or, maybe the third movement, if it could be called that. Hahaha, yes. This thing is a work of art. You think The Godfather or The Shawshank Redemption is one of the best movies ever made? Then either you're lying or you've never witnessed the glory that is the Mandrill Maze.
Hour 1
Two glasses of Dr. Pepper, a few handfuls of chips and one pizza in so far and I still feel fantastic. Although to be honest the movie is starting to get a little repetitive and my butt is starting to get a little sore. I've resorted to air drumming along with the music for a few minutes. I wonder how long I can make it through this...I'm guessing just a couple more hours before I get bored and give up on it.
Hour 1.5
Okay, if this was a feature length movie than I would have watched it in its entirety. Allow me to review it: 10/10. Best movie of the summer, best movie of the year, best movie ever. The character of The Mandrill is very well defined and is described with great depth, the special effects are just superb; I can tell Hastings took a very long time on this. And believe me, it shows. It payed off big time. The plot is one of the most intense and engrossing stories I've ever seen, heard, or watched. It's a crime that not many other people have seen this masterpiece.
Hour 2
Maybe I should take back what I said earlier, the movie isn't as good the second time around. My eyes are starting to hurt. I'm starting to get bored too. Perhaps this was a stupid idea?
Hour 2.5
Yeah...I'm really bored now. This isn't even funny or amusing in any way. I think once hour 3 hits and nothing has happened I'm gonna quit. Perhaps I can try another science experiment...baking soda and vinegar volcano anybody?
Hour 3
Umm...something strange happened. Hour 3 was up so I went to exit out of the window Mandrill Maze was playing and I couldn't do it. Like, my mouse wouldn't go there. At first I thought it was a problem with my mouse so I unplugged it and plugged it back in. It went over there now. But I still couldn't close out of it, a message telling me to update my DIVX codec came up. I think somebody doesn't want me to quit. I might as well keep going then.
Hour 3.5
I'm doing okay. Chips are almost gone, Dr. Pepps is halfway through, all 3 pizzas are now in my stomach. I haven't urinated yet though...I should probably do that soon.
Hour 3.75
Strange thing happened to me in the bathroom. The music was still playing in the other room but it for some reason it paused for a second or so. I didn't think much of it, perhaps I had gotten another popup message that caused the video to stutter. I looked towards the door on a whim and caught sight of what looked like a shadow walking into the guest bedroom. If I hadn't been already pissing at the time I probably would have pissed myself. I cautiously went into the guest room to see if maybe a bird or a bat or something got into the house. I couldn't see anything though. I had almost forgotten about the experiment so I rushed back to the computer. The Mandrill was still there waiting for me...what a nice primate.
Hour 4
I still feel the same way I did an hour ago...bored but otherwise okay. I also had a strange thought...what if the shadow was The Mandrill paying me a visit? That'd be pretty cool...although a bit creepy.
Hour 5
The more I think about it the more I realize that this maze isn't really even a maze...it's more like a corridor with twists and turns. I don't think I've seen one alternate path yet...it's all one path. So that means technically it isn't even a maze. What constitutes a maze anyways? I think Hasty-cakes might have made a mistake in naming this movie! I shouldn't think about it too much though, I don't want to upset The Mandrill. It's his maze after all, let him have the glory.
Hour 5.5
One of my pencils broke. This made me sad. I felt like crying. That pencil had been one of my closest friends in the past five or so hours. To think that I killed him just gives me this terrible feeling my heart. Is that guilt?
Oh god, I just re-read what I wrote. I think I'm starting to lose it.
Hour 6
I really want to see if my slinky can go down the stairs but I can't because I have to watch The Mandrill. I feel great by the way.
Hour 6.5
I went pee again. The sound stuttered again. I saw a shadow again. I chased it again. I saw nothing again. I went back to watching The Mandrill again. Some things never change AM I RIGHT?!
Hour 7
The sky was blue when I started watching this. Err, not outside. In the movie. It's starting to go purple now. This is strange. Perhaps I'm just tired or my eyes are bugging out from staring at a screen for so long?
Hour 7.5
I'm freaking out now. I swear I heard somebody walking around downstairs. I rushed down there, nothing. The sound stuttered upstairs. I'm fucked.
Hour 8
Feelin' fine, feelin' great, don't have a care in the world! Just chillin' here with my bro The Mandrill. He's got this fine ass maze, ya hear?
Hour 8.5
I broke the other pencil. I don't care though.
Hour 9
I mapped the maze. I have it all figured out. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Over and over. There's gotta be some sort of thing that causes it to loop. A break in the space-time continuum, or some shit like that. There's gotta be a secret way out, like pushing on one of the tiles which reveals another part of the maze.
Actually, no. Nevermind. The person in the video (you?) is doing it correctly. He follows The Mandrill's rules. Forget I said anything.
Hour 10
I went pee again and the sound stuttered and the shadow came but I chased after it right away. I found nothing. I pissed everywhere though. It doesn't matter though, I'll clean it up later maybe probably not HAHAHA.
Hour 10.5
Did somebody say “go to sleep”? I thought I heard it. I could've sworn I heard it. I don't want to go to sleep though, there's still science to do.
Hour 11
Maybe sleep isn't so bad of an idea after all. I do feel kind of drowsy.
Hour 12
The Mandrill is starting to look angry. I don't know what I did wrong. I thought we were friends. I'm crying right now. He looks so scary. Why does he want people going through his maze anyways? I don't think I want to do this anymore.
Hour 12.5
I lied. This is fun.
Hour 12.75
I lied again. He's getting angrier. The sky looks red.
Hour 13
The Mandrill is reaching out to me. His face looks angry but I know he's only doing it because he loves me. His face is starting to melt too. Well, it looks like it. I think it's just the walls melting. It's all droopy, like an old lady's breasts.
I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I'm just a little unnerved right now I guess.
The music is starting to get all weird too, reverb and sounds like people screaming faintly in the background. Feels bad man.
Hour 13.5
Feeling kind of tired.
Hour 14
still tired but I gotta solve the puzzle.
Hour 13
did i just go back in time?
Hour 14.5
Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat. Forward, left, right, right, forward, left, repeat.
I have you figured out Mandrill.
Hour 14.75
Fuck you Hastings, you fuck. How could you do this to somebody?
Hour 15
I need to get out of this maze. I'm hungry. I ate all the chips. I ate the chip bag. It was okay, would have been better grilled I guess.
Hour 15.5
Ever wondered what human blood tastes like? Well, take it from me, it's not that great. I probably should have just gone to the washroom.
Hour 16
This primate is a beast he walks around the maze for 16 hours like it's nothing. How old does he have to be to think that victims will still come willingly?
Hour 16.5
I'm not a victim, I'm a witness.
Hour I DON'T FUCKING KNOW
i just came from the craziest place, i think god was there and he said “go back to where you belong” so i went back to Hour 14
Oh, and where I went they don't capitalize their i's and there are no periods at the end of the sentences. Whether it's better I don't know but I think I'll keep my I's uppercase and my sentences with a period at the end.
Hour 17
I close my eyes I see the maze. I don't see myself going through the maze, I see myself on the wall. I'm The Mandrill and I'm mad at the person walking (me) (not actually me though) (but technically it is me) (oh man oh man oh man I'm not well)!
Hour 17.5
The screaming from before is really loud and it's telling me to go to bed but I don't want to!
Do do do do do do do do do do do BADUMTISH**
Hour 17.67
They get louder.
Huoreere suspension of time
I miss you.
Hour 17.x^2
I think I might have died.
Hour 17.x^3
Nevermind.
Hour 18
The music stopped. The movie paused. My computer has been off for a few hours now. The Mandrill is no longer in the walls. My lights turned off. I can hear breathing behind me. I think I'm going to go to bed now.
Analysis: With prologued exposure to the Mandrill Maze the subject will see The Mandrill. He's always there but it takes a little bit of time to get him to come out. He's actually kind of nice, but we all know what happens when you see him. I was bad but he was badder.
Conclusion: I have seen hell.[/quote]
[QUOTE=xeo xeo;26671162][img_thumb]http://cubeupload.com/files/adf87a1283162881610.jpg[/img_thumb][/QUOTE]
Spoiler: It's just a reskinned iron door.
[quote=dudeguykt;26678520]spoiler: It's just a reskinned iron door.[/quote]
damn you
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