These are some good creepy experiences, and a lot of them: [url]http://boards.4chan.org/x/res/6566347[/url]
I am desperately awaiting more info on this:
[quote] Day 1 12/7 (Amerifag)
I was walking my dog Chance around the neighborhood since he's become a fat fuck after having him spayed, and I saw this guy I've never seen before just standing in the middle of the street. He looked suspicious. He wore a black trench coat, a gray hoodie beneath that, a tattered scarf that somehow covered half his face perfectly, and reflective sunglasses. I kept walking, trying to be inconspicuous, which didn't really work as the whole street was bare. Chance stopped walking before we could pass the guy, and just sat there staring. I pulled at his leash, but he wouldn't budge. I was tricking myself into believing that his laziness caught up to him and recommended a nap. I kept pulling at the leash, but Chance wouldn't budge. I cursed under my breath. The guy in the street turned to me, and started walking. I was a little freaked out because it was unnervingly quiet. The whole neighborhood seemed lifeless except for me, that guy, and Chance.
And then suddenly, I felt a cold rush go through me. It wasn't fear, it was more like the feeling you get when you're entangled in warm blankets and you decide to get out, and the cold air just hits you. It was a really empty feeling. I blink, and the next thing I see is the guy's face right in front of mine. I jumped. Chance sat erect, chest pushed out, that shit-eating doggy smile on his face. He seemed so pleased with himself over something.
Anyway, the guy is right in my face. I can only see the bridge of his nose and pasty slivers of his cheeks. After a few moments, the guy shifted his attention to chance. Chance perked up. The guy knelt in front of Chance and stared him in the eye. It was like he was sizing him up or something. the guy reaches over and flicks my dog's forehead with leather-clad fingers. It would have been funny if the situation wasn't so damn creepy. Chance's tail started wagging, and he looked really damn happy. Then, the guy says, "You have a good friend to protect, my brother. Stay safe and survive." Then he walked away, into the woods that marked the end of the culdesac.
I was, in my mind, flipping the fuck out. My body was frozen for a good five minutes. I couldn't move, and while I was standing there, I was thinking, "What the fuck was that?" and wondering if I'd just been trolled IRL.
All the dogs in the neighborhood started barking at about 9:30 pm.
Day 2 12/8
Chance is walking in front of me when I stand up, and following me everywhere. He rarely even spares a glace when I do something. The dogs barked again at around the same time.
Day 3 12/9
Nothing very strange, except Chance hitting the door with his head and licking the windows
DAY 4 12/10
I went out to walk Chance. I saw that guy again. He looked the same, and this time, he shook my hand. He wore a new scarf and was wearing gloves. The guy pet Chance again, only this time, I did something instead of standing there like a moron. "Who are you?" I asked. The guy turned to me and pulled his scarf down and his sunglasses off. His eyes were tired-looking and he had stubble. He said he couldn't tell me his name, but that it was nice to see me again. Then he said "I hope there's a next time."
Day 5 12/11
I saw the guy in black this morning on my way to work. Quite a few times, I saw him actually. When I was getting dressed, I saw him in the window. He gave me a little smile and a wave, then left. Then, I got on the bus. He was the bus driver. I did a double take, but it was just a chubby black woman at the wheel who gave me a dirty look. I went to the post office for my boss, and it was him that took the package from my hands. I'm either going crazy, or he's been following me. If he is following me, I don't know how he's doing it so well. Somehow, I'm not feeling threatened by his presence.
Day 5 12/11 (cont.) This is after work that day.
I saw the guy again; he sat next to me on the bus. He was really nonchalant about it, like we sit next to each other every day. He started talking about some stuff and told me a little about himself. He said he was older than me, but he didn't say his actual age. He talked about how he has friends like himself. I asked his what he meant by 'like himself'. He didn't answer and just said, "Your stop is coming up." It was. I had to get off the bus. He didn't follow. He's also given me his name. Viator. I checked the internet for the definition, and apparently, it's Latin for Messenger or Traveler. That explains things a bit, I guess. Okay, not really. I'm still utterly confused.
>Some anon asked a question about him being a guardian or something.
Guardian sounds more like it. Wait, no, not really. He told my dog to protect me. He's not actually doing it himself. He just seems to be hanging around as if he has nothing better to do at the moment.
>Directly from the original thread
Also, I have another thing to tell that happened when I walked into my house. It scared me shitless.
>I left for a bit, some anons worried
D'oh. I've been gone for two hours, helping a neighbor secure their house. Seems they saw something in their backyard.
Day 5 12/11 cont.
Anyway, when I walked in, I saw a figure at my kitchen, which is parallel to the front door, and I got freaked out. I thought it was a robber. Nope. Just some naked guy with a fruit in his hand. That's when I thought it was a hobo. Nope. "Welcome back, anon." the naked guy said, then took a bite of the apple. Then I said, "Who are you?" all tough and stuff because I totally wasn't scared. Totally.
The guy looked confused. "I'm Casus."
"Mmhm, okay." Then I opened the jacket closet next to the front door to take out a baseball bat. I looked away for a split second, then looked back and swung the bat in case he got behind me. Nope. All I saw at the kitchen entrance was Chance. With a fruit at his feet. I looked up Casus on the internet too. It's Latin as well, and means Fortune, Downfall, Opportunity, Accident and, holy shit, Chance. This coincidence is more than just that.
DAY 6 12/12
>Directly from the original thread
Also, an update. Viator actually here atm, drinking coffee. I didn't even offer him coffee. He just made it himself. He's sitting across from me on the other sofa, so I doubt he can see what I'm typing. Chance is in the middle of the living room. I don't think he knows who to sit next to, so he's just between us. Nothing weird happened last night, except for a thumping noise in my backyard, but that was probably a stray cat knocking something over.
Anyway, I want answers, but my interrogation skills are pretty bad. It'll probably be things like "Who are you?" and "What do you want?" rather than specifics. I'll probably get answers that I already know.
>I suggested the anons come up with questions
Some anon wrote 'Where is he from?'
>"Hey Viator, can I ask you a question?"
>"Sure anon."
>"Where are you from?"
>"Europe."
>"Awesome."
Europe.
Some anon said I should ask for a photo, ask if I was in danger, and if he's on my side.
My response: I don't even own a camera, but I asked anyway.
>"Can I ask you another thing?"
>"Go right ahead."
>"Can I take a photo of you?"
>He laughs
>"There would be no point in trying to take a photo of me."
>mfw
>"Anon."
>"Yes?"
>"Why the sudden questions?"
>"I just want to know some stuff. Like, am I in danger?"
>"..."
>"Please answer."
>"You are at risk."
>"Of what?"
>"I can't say yet."
>"Are you going to hurt me?"
>"I would never."
>"...does that mean you're on my side?"
>"There are no sides right now, and even if there were, I'm not allowed to choose."
>"Oh."
>"I'd want to be on your side."
>Awkward silence forever
I incorporated the other questions into the conversation. About the photo thing, he either won't show up on film, or he's a figment of my imagination. Great.
Day 6 12/12 cont.
Also, I tried finding a camera in my house, but all I could find was an old Sony Ericsson w300i with the most fucked up screen I've ever seen. I tried to use the camera, but half the screen was gray, and the other half was grainy. No luck. I went to my neighbor's house for a camera (the same neighbor I helped to secure her house), and she told me to ask her son for a camera. I hate that kid so much. Just an annoying fourteen year old that does nothing but eat, sleep, and play vidya games. Granted, I'm the same way, except for the games. Anyway, the damn kid said I could use his iPod camera if he told me who the man at my house was. It seems he saw Viator. I had to lie and say he was my cousin. "He doesn't look like you." FFF OH GOD LET ME KILL YOU KID. I said he was my aunt's stepson.
Day 7 12/13
Viator came back, ate some soup. He asked me what those splotches were on my legs. "What splotches?"
"Those." he pointed.
I had angry red blood spots on my legs. I freaked out and went to the hospital. Turns out, it's an allergic reaction to a stomach virus I had last week. Nothing dangerous, to my relief. Viator came with me, but the rest of the hospital didn't seem to notice him.[/quote]
[QUOTE=SilverDragon619;26667184][img_thumb]http://images.bit-tech.net/content_images/2010/09/amnesia-the-dark-descent-review/amnesia-dd-3.jpg[/img_thumb]
set it as your desktop[/QUOTE]
I know this is sorta late, but I feel as though I have to post this, despite me not actually needing too.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loSzpvq73FY&feature=player_embedded[/media]
I guess you could think of this as both content and a palette clenser
[QUOTE=Lufttygger306;26773810][img_thumb]http://i56.tinypic.com/2zg6wrl.jpg[/img_thumb][/QUOTE]
hey look everyone
its tim curry as pennywise the dancing clown
OH SHIT I have a bag of Milky ways!
[QUOTE=rosar0980;26864434]Some people are just creative like that. Try looking at the [url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/]SCP Wiki[/url]. There's some really weird shit there, broson, and you could probably get some inspiration.[/QUOTE]
I remember entering their IRC chat once. For the sole sake of fun, I asked if all of this shit is real.
They replied "You don't have the clearance or authorization to know that."
... Troll much? :v:
SCP is stupid. It's just random "subjects" with totally unrelated images found on google.
[QUOTE=Renegade Master;26894160]Uh, yeah? What, you thought it was fake?[/QUOTE]
what exactly did you search to find it the first time
[QUOTE=AlienFanatic;26919346]hey look everyone
its tim curry as pennywise the dancing clown[/QUOTE]
What the fuck is up with your avatar.
[QUOTE=KmScMT;26920973]what exactly did you search to find it the first time[/QUOTE]
I just searched "The grifter Re-make" in Google Video.
So I clicked on a couple links and was taken to an old /x/ thread.
I was reading a creepy pasta about these hackers who found these three files called "cradle.avi, needles.mp3, and burningman.jpg"
The story mentions something about someone being able to find the original images of some creepy things like smile.jpg or suicidemouse. It only mentioned these, but didn't go in depth (as the story was mainly about the hackers and the 3 files above).
It also mentioned a 3rd image, which is what I would like to ask about. What is barbie.jpg?
You mean barbie.avi? The story mentions barbie.jpg but I've only heard of a barbie.avi...
Hello. This thing happened to me a few months ago, I just need to share it with somebody.
It all started at my friend’s party. He’s an artist who rented out a loft in the industrial part of town. If you can picture what a place like detroit looked like in the 1920’s- that’s what this area looks like. A bunch of old turn-of-the-century factories crammed into ten blocks. Most of them are abandoned. So I partied a little too hard that night and decided to crash on a couch at the loft. I woke up at around 4 am, the sun wasn’t out yet but you could still make things out in the dim blue light, I went to the bathroom, carefully tiptoeing around the people that where passed out on the floor. As I was taking a piss I tiptoed to look out the bathroom window and I saw the panorama of deserted urban decay. I remembered how much I liked places like this, it was so dark and devoid of life, and strangely serene. So I went back to the couch and tried to fall asleep. After 45 minutes of staring at the ceiling I decided I didn’t want to be there any longer so I swallowed my pride and decided to wake my girlfriend up to beg her for a ride, since walking around the vacant streets at this time was not an option. Being an awesome girlfriend, she was totally cool with it, and told me she would be there in about a half-hour and that she would give me a call when she was outside. My phone dies ten minutes later so I decide I would sit by the window and watch for her car. I sat there for a while and my eyes started getting heavy and I began to doze off. A crashing noise outside woke me up. It wasn’t loud, but just enough to snap me into reality. I looked out the window and scanned the area but i didn’t see anybody. Across the street from the loft near a mountain of garbage bags and one of those enormous dumpsters I see a computer and a monitor smashed against the floor that hadn’t been there before.
When my girlfriend arrives I go downstairs and greet her and just as I’m about to get in the car I remembered a friend of mine had blown out his power supply so i decide to walk over to the dumpster and see what I could salvage. The monitor was worthless but the tower seemed to have suffered almost no damage so I put it in the trunk and we drove off.
About a week had passed and I had completely forgotten about the tower until one day my girlfriend calls to let me know that it was still in the trunk and that she wanted it out. That night I brought it home and before I took it apart I decided to hook it up to my monitor to see if it still ran, and to my surprise it did. It was an xp OS and it looked like it had been wiped clean. I guess out of morbid curiosity really, I decide to do searches for words like “porn” “tits” and “pussy” in hopes of finding some secret stash full of weird deviant porn the previous owner had forgotten about. Search came up nothing. Searched for picture Files – nothing. Then I searched for movies and one file came up. It was an .avi inside a folder titled “barbie” hidden in the WINDOWS/system32 directory. So I played it…
Now this is where it gets extremely disturbing.
The movie was about an hour long of what seemed like raw exported footage. The footage was of this woman sitting on a chair and talking against a white backdrop. I skipped through most of movie and it was all the same continuous shot. Then I decided to sit though the footage to find out what she was talking about…about fifteen seconds into the footage the audio goes completely bad and her voice is drowned in harsh static/background noise. I couldn’t make out a thing. So I import the footage into final cut and try to mess with the levels to isolate her voice, it helped a little but I still couldn’t hear what she was saying. I’m intrigued now..and I begin to really pay attention to her face and body language. It seems that shes being asked some questions because she stops at times to listen, and then continues talking. About 15 minutes into the footage, her face begins to redden and contort as if the questions are bothering her… But she continues to answer them anyways. Shortly after she begins to cry. She sobs hysterically for the duration of the film. One of the few words I could lip read was “skin”. She repeats this word many times throughout the footage and at one point she even pulls at the skin from her arm and mouths the word. She seems to be unhappy with her skin.
There is much more I have to get off my chest, but it is getting late and I cant go on. I will share the rest tomorrow. God save my soul.
That wasn't very scary.
I'd like someone to post a story that [i]actually[/i] happend and is seemingly scary. (And is based on a video game)
[QUOTE=DJSergei;26892006]^ Would have been scarier if you didn't include smile.jpg, It's sort of a joke now days.[/QUOTE]
Personally I get fucking scared shitless of that image. I don't know what it is but I can't stare at it for more then a couple of seconds.
[QUOTE=slayer20;26934995]So I clicked on a couple links and was taken to an old /x/ thread.
I was reading a creepy pasta about these hackers who found these three files called "cradle.avi, needles.mp3, and burningman.jpg"
The story mentions something about someone being able to find the original images of some creepy things like smile.jpg or suicidemouse. It only mentioned these, but didn't go in depth (as the story was mainly about the hackers and the 3 files above).
It also mentioned a 3rd image, which is what I would like to ask about. What is barbie.jpg?[/QUOTE]
[quote]They say when you take a picture of someone you capture their soul in the camera. They also say if you print it off, that picture contains the soul itself and you can control them with it.
I’m not sure where to start. Do you know what the Primordial Soup is? A veritable ocean of elements, all floating around randomly. And through millions of years of time, eventually the right set of random circumstances came to pass, and the elements were able to connect together and form the worlds first single cell organism.
Now that’s a really boiled down version of it but I’m sure you get the gist of it. Fast forward a few billion years to the early 1990s, when internet use began to rapidly accelerate. Every home had a computer, and new connections between computers were opening on a by the second basis.
Trillions of bytes of data began to transfer around the world at the speed of light, music, text, sound, and most importantly; pictures. Now if, when you take a picture of someone and capture their soul, what happens when that picture is converted to data and placed on a hard drive? Does the soul follow? 15 years later we believe so. We believe that when you take a picture of someone and upload it onto your computer, alongside the image data a blueprint of the person’s soul itself is imprinted on the file itself.
Look at your pictures folder. How many souls reside in that folder alone?
That’s just the beginning though. These soul blueprints each retain pieces of a puzzle, parts of the soul itself as well.
Recently a group of hackers, who referred to themselves as the Cardinals, took an interest to this theory and began experiments. They found anomalies within the binary sequences of images based on similar features of the person they had taken a picture of. A binary DNA if you will.
Now these hackers had come to posses a set of three extremely important data files. One avi, one jpeg, and one .mp3, each of which possessing interesting unexplainable qualities.
The first, cradle.avi, depicts what appears to be a group of teenagers with a low quality video camera, exploring the basement of a house. The quality of the video is distorted completely beyond any comprehensibility, and the video is very low quality. For most of the video the camera is passed around the group, handed back and forth and jerked around too much to make anything noticeable out.
But near the end the camera turns at an odd angle, and you can semi clearly make out a young girl standing in the corner facing the wall. Her hair is long and black and she is wearing some form of white dress. You only see her for a split second but many people who have seen the video claim there just seems something wrong with her. A bit deformed but not in a way anyone can explain.
But the truly peculiar property of this video is what happens to the users computer at the end of it. On the last second of the video, if not already so the video will force full screen itself. Along with this you are left with a one second looping clip of a window in a wall. It loops 15 times, and then the girl is seen again, standing on the other side of the window with her back to the viewer, slowly wavering back and forth. After a few moments the video ends and the user’s computer permanently shuts down.
Inspection has shown that the entire registry becomes completely corrupt, requiring the user to do a total wipe and reinstall.
The second file is known as needles.mp3. This sound file, when played, plays for about 3 minutes. It is extremely distorted. One can occasionally make out some form of voice talking, but most of the sound is some form of growling, rolling crackled roar.
Users who listen to this file often experience extreme nausea and loss of balance for a brief period of time.
The final file is known as burningman.jpg.
The file name has nothing to do with what the actual picture depicts. Instead it just displays a haphazard mess of overlayed and meshed images of dolls and a hallway. There also seems to be an image of a man standing with his head cast down in the background, but the image is too distorted to make anything out, much like the other files.
The image, when downloaded and opened on a users desktop, will proceed to stay permanently open on whatever program it is opened through. Not only that, the program becomes disabled. Nothing else happens, the image just permanently sits there on your desktop, unclickable, unminimizable, and your just left there with the mans invisible gaze staring at you.
From what the group of hackers were able to discern, this file seems to have precompiled into the data something along the lines of Cmdow. Yet, as complex and intricate as the program is (it works across all OS platforms) no one knows who the original creator is. In fact, few people have heard of it as the file is uncopyable nor sendable.
This in fact further adds to the mystery, as often receivers of this file will obtain it from random anonymous emails, posted on forms on a download link. Posing the question, how was that poster able to upload it?
If you ever see any of these files, refrain from downloading ANY of them. They all have varying detrimental effects on your computers, from practically taking out your whole registry, corrupting system 32, freezing your mouse or crashing your computer.
Now onwards:
This group of hackers, the Cardinals, took to analyzing these 3 files and comparing their odd behaviors. They had heard of other such odd files, images, data, etc, but were never able to get their hands on them. At least as far as we know, though rumour states they in fact were able to locate and collect all of the known files like the original smile.jpg, barbie.jpg, even suicidemouse.avi. Not even the grifter was able to escape their grasp, rumour states. But rumour also states the grifter video even exists, but thats another story.
Nonetheless, all these files in hand, the group lined the files up and begin to meticulously work through the binary one 0/1 at a time, checking for similar strains and series of binary that matched.
And they did manage to successfully do so, at least legend states. The result were 7 individual execute files that did nothing. Simply a gibberish pile of 0s and 1s. They endless puzzled over the files, each tackling an execute each. They decided to name them after themselves, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Sloth, Wrath, and Pride.
At last they attempted to line the files up. Remarkably, something odd happened. The copies of the files quite suddenly meshed together. The result was a single complete Execute, already named.
“BarelyBreathing.exe”
And what of this file? Well not much else is known after that point. They were too smart to just execute it. They analyzed the file every possible way. Hex, binary, conversions, anything to figure out what this odd file would do.
To no avail, even after forming together it was an even bigger jumble of 1s and 0s and made no more sense than the separate executes.
They backed the file up on a flash drive and proceeded to run it. That was the last command found run on their destroyed computers a week later. Their corpses had been disfigured beyond recognition. Description of the corpses stated that it almost seemed as if they had been brutally slashed across their faces and arms. Every square inch of skin that had been bare had been mutilated. Almost microwaved and then sliced repeatedly by a micro thin razor.
The government attempted to hush up the event, but there was some media leakage, and because the Cardinals had been keeping a blog amongst themselves and a few close friends (its closed down and deleted now so don’t go trying to find it) it quickly spread out as per what they had been attempting to accomplish. And if it was or was not related to their terrible deaths.
And what of the flash drive? A friend, who knew of its existence, later checked the home of the group and was unable to find it. According to reports the drive was found in the pocket of one of the group and had been taken into custody by the police, and then simply vanished.
The trail continues on, far more though. The file resurfaces every few weeks around the globe. Governments attempt to cover it up but some media leaks out, of course. Look to the news for people mutilated in their own homes by a “murderer”, their computers stolen, etc.
And if you ever get a cryptic email with an attachment labelled BarelyBreathing.exe, for fuck sakes DO NOT OPEN IT![/quote]
The other day me and my friends where dicking around the neighborhood at 3AM, we decided to go ding dong ditch someone, so we ran up to a wierdass house, it was completely made of unpainted concrete, like a box with a large window in the front. So they went up, but I stayed back to watch, the entire house was dark and not visible from the window, they rung the doorbell once, uninterested I tied my shoelace or something and looked back a bit later, and I noticed the TV was now on, but wasn't when we arrived, the channel was complete black this freaked the fuck out of me because it was illuminating someone sitting silently in a chair in front of the tv, hand on the rests. Suddenly the TV began to display letters and numbers, which to my sense made no fucking sense, maybe I was just too tired, or far away, but that's what I seen. The entire time this was happening I was standing on the other side of the road and my friends where hiding in a bush. We promptly ran off and I never told them about it. I still wonder what the fuck happened.
I don't really read this thread much so forgive me if this is mind-bogglingly old.
During the war a soldier faithfully wrote his mother every week so she would know he was all right, until one week she didn't get a letter and immediately began to worry. Within a couple of weeks she got a letter from the Army saying that her son had been captured and was being held in a Prisoner-of-War camp, and they assured her that they had no reason to believe the American prisoners were being mistreated in any way. A few weeks later the woman finally received another letter from her son, it read: "Dear Mom, Try not to worry about me, they are treating us well and I'll be released as soon as the war is over. Make sure that little Teddy gets the stamp for his collection. Love you, Joe" The woman was overjoyed to hear the news, but was confused because she had no idea who "little Teddy" was. She decided to steam the stamp from the envelope and have a look. When she did she saw that written on the back of the stamp were the words: "They've cut off my legs"
[editline]26th December 2010[/editline]
One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.
His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.
He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.
She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "no." He was devastated.
When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "no." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.
The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "no." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.
Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.
The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up.
He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.
[QUOTE=The Mighty Boatman;26980581]I don't really read this thread much so forgive me if this is mind-bogglingly old.
During the war a soldier faithfully wrote his mother every week so she would know he was all right, until one week she didn't get a letter and immediately began to worry. Within a couple of weeks she got a letter from the Army saying that her son had been captured and was being held in a Prisoner-of-War camp, and they assured her that they had no reason to believe the American prisoners were being mistreated in any way. A few weeks later the woman finally received another letter from her son, it read: "Dear Mom, Try not to worry about me, they are treating us well and I'll be released as soon as the war is over. Make sure that little Teddy gets the stamp for his collection. Love you, Joe" The woman was overjoyed to hear the news, but was confused because she had no idea who "little Teddy" was. She decided to steam the stamp from the envelope and have a look. When she did she saw that written on the back of the stamp were the words: "They've cut off my legs"
[editline]26th December 2010[/editline]
One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.
His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.
He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.
She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "no." He was devastated.
When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "no." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.
The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "no." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.
Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.
The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up.
He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.[/QUOTE]
Old creepypasta is old.
[QUOTE=NotSo1337;26969027]I'd like someone to post a story that [i]actually[/i] happend and is seemingly scary. (And is based on a video game)[/QUOTE]
I've got one that happened with Red Dead Redemption I could type up if you want.
[QUOTE=DudeGuyKT;26984536]I've got one that happened with Red Dead Redemption I could type up if you want.[/QUOTE]
Do it.
[QUOTE=WarRocker32;26979089]Story.[/QUOTE]
That was rather bad. The whole "You can't find info on it, because its AAALL GOOONE" is a cheap way to make the story believable. Also, the whole bit about souls and photos? Unbelievable even for a creepypasta. Generally a bad story in my opinion.
I have one dealing with Dwarf Fortress, however since that's just a bunch of symbols I'm not sure how eerie it would be, it is true though.
[QUOTE=The Mighty Boatman;26980581]One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.
His desk was next to the window, and he turned and looked to the grass outside. It looked like a picture. When school was over, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.
He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.
She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "no." He was devastated.
When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "no." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.
In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.
The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "no." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.
Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.
The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up.
He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.[/QUOTE]
Reminds me of a joke.... I'm not gonna share it, Cause It's dumb.
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[QUOTE=Canuhearme?;26988150]I have one dealing with Dwarf Fortress, however since that's just a bunch of symbols I'm not sure how eerie it would be, it is true though.[/QUOTE]
Beware the Cotton Candy and the Clown Car.
I need some inspiration for a creepy pasta. Anybody got anything?
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Oh yeah, first page king in my life
[quote]I really wish I had left that fucking light switch alone. Who would have thought the flick of a switch could mean the difference between life and death. Actually everyone’s thought that. That’s why I turned it on. Stupid little rituals that we take from childhood. The light will chase the monsters away, the blanket over your head will save you from the boogie man. And you just get more of these rituals as you get older. As long as you lock the doors and turn on the home security system, you can rest your head happily in your cozy little fortified home. No killers or psychos, monsters or boogie men.
But it doesn’t work. None of it. We always slip up some how. The one time you forget to lock that door. That’s when they get you. I would have been sound asleep if I hadn’t been woken by the loud slam as the front door blew open. I stumbled out of bed and down the hall to see it swinging back and forth. I moved quickly down the hall to secure it. A moment of panic swelled inside of me. My home felt like a crime scene. It wasn’t my safe little sanctum anymore.
Despite the overwhelming feeling of intrusion, there was no sign of disruption. Just the door. Just my careless mistake. I couldn’t comprehend it at first. It had to be a burgler or some psycho. I looked around the rest of the house. Checking every cupboard, every crevice. Nothing. I felt stupid but relieved. I just wanted to get back to bed, to forget this whole embarrassment. I flung myself back down on my bed, closed my eyes for just a second. I sat back up. There was no way I’d fall asleep unless I double-checked that I locked the door this time. I mean I was sure I had done it this time but I felt this was justified paranoia.
I got to the door and twisted the handle roughly about a dozen times, each time feeling the resistance of the lock. I smiled. Safe. I turned on my heels to go back to bed. But it was just a glimpse, a flicker of something in my peripheral vision that sent me swinging back into a panic. A shadow from the kitchen. I rushed in only to be confronted by my normal kitchen, bathed in moonlight. I sighed, questioned my sanity and decided that this, the longest night of my life must end. I went towards the bedroom once more. Another odd shadow crossed my path. As a shiver travelled down my spine, my tired mind braced apathetic denial and decided that it was probably the neighbours cat passing by the moonlit window.
I sat wide awake in my bed. Trying to lull myself to sleep. Counting in my head until I might eventually nod off. But everytime I closed my eyes that feeling of intrusion was still there. The hands of something unseen looming above my head. Every creak and every shadow filled my mind with the dread of my childhood. Those nights after being tucked in by my parents. Those same fearful thoughts of lurking terror. But it was nothing… right? More creaks. More movement in the shadows. I turned and pushed my face into the pillow. I felt something brush passed my foot which stuck awkwardly out from under my blanket.
I jolted upright, looking deeply into the darkness. Swirling shadows. The monsters. The boogie men. I felt around sheepishly for my phone. The dull light of the screen could put me at ease. Nothing on the nightstand and when my fingers roamed around the edge of the bed, instinctively I retracted them for fear of the unknown. I was alone but in the shadows I saw them, the monsters. Inky abominable beasts.
It was the only thing I thought could help me. I lunged from the bed directly at the switch. My palm slammed down on it and the room erupted into light. My eyes burned momentarily and I glanced round the room. Empty. Safe. Just paranoia. I shook my head and hit the switch once more. Climbing into bed in the pitch black. No shadows without my nightvision. But now I hear them. I can’t see them now. I don’t know what they want but I know I can’t leave. The rituals have failed. They’re on the other side of this blanket and all I can do now is hope that they’re gone in the morning.[/quote]
[url]http://www.creepypasta.com/failed-rituals/[/url]
I love how at the beginning its like "I COULD HAVE DIED" but in the end, he's just paranoid.
[QUOTE=Icebrigade;26917924]I know this is sorta late, but I feel as though I have to post this, despite me not actually needing too.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loSzpvq73FY&feature=player_embedded[/media]
I guess you could think of this as both content and a palette clenser[/QUOTE]
Are there more videos by him? That was hysterical
There's this one kid at my school that just creeps me out.
[editline]26th December 2010[/editline]
He says something I cannot hear at all. I say "What?" and he says, "What?" and moves on.
[editline]26th December 2010[/editline]
Then there's this one time he just sat down next to my lunch table on his knees. Which was really awkward.
[editline]26th December 2010[/editline]
And then he says something weird and stalkerish/creepy like "I saw what you posted on FaceBook last night."
[editline]26th December 2010[/editline]
One time I was talking about FP with my friend, and then the next day he comes randomly (I don't even talk to him) and says "I was on Facepunch last night."
[QUOTE=Chaotic Lord;26988645][URL]http://www.creepypasta.com/failed-rituals/[/URL]
I love how at the beginning its like "I COULD HAVE DIED" but in the end, he's just paranoid.[/QUOTE]
Something similar happened to me before. There is no greater feeling of fear then realizing you're not secure in your own home at night.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DHfWSXmUZc[/media]
I'm a fan of Robert Benfer, and even this made me go :wtc:
[QUOTE=NotSo1337;26988023]Do it.[/QUOTE]
Okay, but I'll warn you, it's more of a story than creepypasta as it actually happened.
Here it is:
[quote]Recently, I bought Red Dead Redemption's Undead Nightmare DLC. Now, from the name itself you can assume there's gonna be some creepy things in it. Zombies chasing after you, undead bears, the like. I got really into it quick, and I began to spend every waking moment playing it.
One day, I turned on my Xbox and began to play, heading to the Las Hermanas mission in Mexico, where a mission from Mother Superior, the lead nun, awaited me. When I grew close, however, my game froze. I could do nothing. Music still played, but it was warped and slowed. I restarted the Xbox, and tried again, the same thing happened. I removed the disc from the game and saw that there was a a large scratch across the back, obviously causing my problems. The next time I restarted it, I decided that I was just going to explore the world until I got a replacement disc. So, I started to ride across the bridge back into America, when my game froze again.
These little spots I began to call Dead Zones, for obvious reasons. I got a picture of the game world, and marked out all the Dead Zones I could find, with approximate sizes for each:
[img_thumb]http://imgur.com/ESuDL.png[/img_thumb]
I still tried to play the game, even though there were game breaking anomalies scattered across the world. The fog that shades your view in places still infected by zombies was ever-present, even in towns I'd saved repeatedly, and was about five times thicker than before. 'I'll go shoot up Armadillo,' I decided. 'The cops will give me a good time.' So, I rode into town after taking an alternate route to America, and noticed something strange.
No people spawned.
I got off my horse and began systematically checking every open building for any people. Did someone spawn in the shops? Was there someone at the sheriff's? No. There was no one. Until I went to the saloon. I entered the building thinking there'd just be emptiness, but instead I heard a voice: a single, low, female voice. I pulled my revolver and checked behind the bar, then headed upstairs. On the balcony outside, overlooking the town, a nun stood there. Strange, considering the only places nuns spawn is Las Hermanas in Mexico, so I followed her. She walked around town, and seemed to stop outside every building for a few seconds.
Thouroughly creeped out, I left the near-deserted Armadillo and headed out to the wilderness. I figured I'd check a gang hideout, and see if anyone spawned there, when a notification appeared in the top left corner.
Armadillo is now under attack by the undead hordes.
I quickly turned my horse around and rode back to town, wanting to see the zombies, see if they'd attack me, if they'd kill the nun, if they would even spawn. I rode back into town from the West.
Spread across the main street, I saw around twenty people. Not zombies, people. They were all striking the T-pose associated with missing animations, and were all slowly gliding across the ground. Something moved in the corner of my screen and I looked up to see several T-posed people skating across the sky. I looked back down to the street, to see the twenty townsfolk now running, throwing their hands out, snarling wildly with the warped background music in an unholy cacophony. These people were zombies in human skins.
One of them came from behind me, ripped me off of my horse. Suddenly the crowd was on me, clawing at me as I tried desperately to get up, to leave, to survive. I finally got to my feet and I pulled at the trigger button, eventually blowing a hole through the crowd wide enough for my escape. I holstered my gun and ran, not even bothering to fire back at the gathering mob behind, just wanting to get out. The music glitched more, playing the same violin chord over and over again, twang!, [i]twang!, TWANG![/i], and I ran.
Soon I had healed enough that I could safely turn around and fire. I pulled out my Henry repeater and aimed down the sight at the crowd, on level with their heads. I began yanking the trigger, slowly dropping the human-monsters,[i] bang! bang! bang![/i], each shot covered the ground in a glitched blood texture that seemed to span miles, and soon there was one left, a fast crawling zombie. The skin was one I'd seen many times: It was a Marshall Leigh Johnson, a man that had helped Marston so many times in-game that I had trouble pulling the trigger. But when I heard the snarling growls coming from this fake, I quickly robbed him of his head.
In the midst of all this, I had forgotten about the nun. I slowly walked back into town, to find her completely unharmed, standing in the center of town, praying. I pulled my shotgun, and with one quick motion I sent her to the ground. I whistled for my horse, and rode to Blackwater, avoiding the Dead Zone along the way.
When I got to Blackwater, I wasn't surprised to find the town deserted. I got off my horse and began checking for zombies. After five minutes, I concluded that the town was safe, and began to mess around in the hotel.
Several minutes later, I saw a shape in the abnormally heavy fog. A dark, blob-like shape. I started to walk towards it, to see if it was a person or a zombie. The shape ran away, and disappeared. I ran after, trying to find it again. I couldn't. I turned around to head back to the hotel, when I saw the shape standing in the street. Now I could clearly make out what it was.
It was a nun, covered in blood.
She began to walk towards me, slowly at first, but it soon became a run. I pulled my revolver and tried to shoot her, but barely missed her head. When she got closer, she dropped down, halfway into the ground, flinging her arms about wildly and charging at me with super human speed, even for the fast crawlers.
I'd seen this glitch before. The nun's skin was on the NPC of a cougar.
She jumped out at me, knocking me down, and headed back into the fog. When I stood up I pulled my explosive rifle, the one I had been saving ammo for, in case I needed it. I waited for her to come back. Suddenly she struck me from behind, sending me sprawling out onto the pavement. Then, before I could get up, I saw the demented nun make a large arc, and strike a second time, killing me. The camera pulled back, but the screen to respawn never showed.
Yesterday I got my replacement game. I don't think I'll be touching the original anytime soon.
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Why'd you rate me funny? Ya douchebag.
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