what was remotely scary about any of those
[editline]15th March 2011[/editline]
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hahahaha
it's funny because it's a black and white picture
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creepy shit yo
How many pages untill thread reaches it's post limit?
I have to prepare for V2, this has been a great run, lasting for a year.
[QUOTE=Raiskauskone V2;28625162]How many pages untill thread reaches it's post limit?
I have to prepare for V2, this has been a great run, lasting for a year.[/QUOTE]
total is 5000, but there have been 5001 posts in a thread
GJFCST v2: SCP - 612: This Thread
You know those long, involved ritual creepypastas, the ones that involve a million different steps, the ones where if you breathe at the wrong second you die? Ever wonder who figured it out? It couldn’t
have been trial and error – you don’t get a second try at something like that.
The answer’s actually pretty simple. Nobody figured it out.
He already knew.
There’s… an entity, I suppose you could call it, although I always think of it as a him. A little boy, to be exact. He seems to enjoy playing around with people, you see.
And he knows all the rituals, or at least all the real ones. So sometimes he spreads out the information. Ever felt inspired to write some piece of horror that seemed to contain elements that didn’t even
exist in your nightmares? Ever had a disturbing idea for some horrible but compelling rite, that seemed to ‘just come to you’? It might have been him working through you.
If you get one of those flashes, write it down and post it. I can’t guarantee your health if you don’t – he can be awfully persistent about getting his little messages out, and even if you’re just babbling it to your safe padded walls you’re still saying it.
But, at the same time, if you get one of those flashes… halfway through writing it, stop, open up the instant messenger of your choice, and IM yourself. If all you see are your own normal words echoed back at you, give up there. Either it really is just your imagination that gave you the idea, or he doesn’t want to talk.
But if the message comes back with odd typos that weren’t there before, or new capitalization, or different punctuation marks… well, I’m sure you’ve seen enough pasta with puzzles in it to know what to do to find the message and respond.
If he likes you, or finds you amusing, he’ll talk to you directly there. If he gives you a new puzzle… keep going, but be careful. They get harder and harder, turning from simple wordplay to numerology
to esoteric mystical references to God knows what else, but also more and more compelling. It’s harder to just close the window and walk away, and the feeling that you’re just about to reach a solution never eases. And so the next time some poor soul’s found slumped over their computer, killed by starvation and exhaustion and neglect… well, maybe it was just some game, right? But maybe he just wanted to solve that one damn puzzle.
If he does greet you directly, you can name three things you desire – any three at all. He will give you, in complete detail, rituals to achieve those three things – if you’re lucky, it will be a single rite that grants all three. They may be dangerous, but they will be clear and detailed paths to gain what you want through paranormal means.
But, of course, there are catches.
The first: you have to spread the rituals on. You can embellish them as you wish, add your own spin, even lie outright, but you have to leave the goal and most of the steps intact, and you have to put it
somewhere where people will see – a forum, a notice board in real life, on the door of a building, wherever. The more popular it is, the happier he will be, and you want his blessing.
Because the second catch is that he always omits some key step. As long as you’ve posted the ritual up in public, you will know when the time comes what that step is – but it could be anything from drawing a simple squiggle to murdering your true love in cold blood. You could have to give up your soul, or mutilate a limb, or drown yourself… or you could just have to hop backwards two times. And you won’t know what it is until you’re buried deep in the rite, unable to stop.
So when you talk to him, be nice and friendly, and make sure you amuse him. He’s kind enough, most of the time. Just a bit mischievous.
How did I learn all this, you ask?
I don’t really know. It just came to me. Inspiration, you could say.
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;28626037] "Inspiration"[/QUOTE]
Good read. Rated Artistic.
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;28626037]A rather long post I don't feel like getting yelled at for quoting[/QUOTE]
That one's old. And Gideon keys are never creepy.
[QUOTE=GrabbinPills;28619690]it's funny because it's a black and white picture[/QUOTE]
Crush the blacks.
That's not racist, it's a colour correction term.
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;28626037]Words[/QUOTE]
Yeah, that was a good read.
I'm going to write one of my own.
I cannot help but block my eyes from the windows at night. I must prevent my self from looking out into the dark of night. I cannot see a foot out there. Last time I actually stared out there was long enough for me to be able to point out a couple of orbs floating off in the distance. Same even inside my house. It has one long hallway upstairs. I do not dare look down it, instead I close my eyes or look at the floor. I feel along the long wall for the light switch, but it doesn't always work. At that point I feel what I think is an arm on my shoulder and I sprint down the hallway back into the light of the kitchen on the first floor.
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[editline]15th March 2011[/editline]
Many people believe that Spontaneous Human Combustion was first documented in such early texts as the Bible, but, scientifically speaking, these accounts are too old and secondhand to be seen as reliable evidence.
Over the past 300 years, there have been more than 200 reports of persons burning to a crisp for no apparent reason.
The first reliable historic evidence of Spontaneous Human Combustion appears to be from the year 1673, when Frenchman Jonas Dupont published a collection of Spontaneous Human Combustion cases and studies entitled De Incendiis Corporis Humani Spontaneis. Dupont was inspired to write this book after encountering records of the Nicole Millet case, in which a man was acquitted of the murder of his wife when the court was convinced that she had been killed by spontaneous combustion. Millet, a hard-drinking Parisian was found reduced to ashes in his straw bed, leaving just his skull and finger bones. The straw matting was only lightly damaged. Dupont's book on this strange subject brought it out of the realm of folkloric rumor and into the popular public imagination.
On April 9, 1744, Grace Pett, 60, an alcoholic residing in Ipswich England, was found on the floor by her daughter like "a log of wood consumed by a fire, without apparent flame." Nearby clothing was undamaged.
In the 1800's is evidenced in the number of writers that called on it for a dramatic death scene. Most of these authors were hacks that worked on the 19th century equivalent of comic books, "penny dreadfuls", so no one got too worked up about it; but two big names in the literary world also used SHC as a dramatic device, and one did cause a stir.
The first of these two authors was Captain Marryat who, in his novel Jacob Faithful, borrowed details from a report in the Times of London of 1832 to describe the death of his lead character's mother, who is reduced to "a sort of unctuous pitchey cinder."
Twenty years later, in 1852, Charles Dickens used Spontaneous Human Combustion to kill off a character named Krook in his novel Bleak House. Krook was a heavy alcoholic, true to the popular belief at the time that SHC was caused by excessive drinking. The novel caused a minor uproar; George Henry Lewes, philosopher and critic, declared that SHC was impossible, and derided Dickens' work as perpetuating a uneducated superstition. Dickens responded to this statement in the preface of the 2nd edition of his work, making it quite clear that he had researched the subject and knew of about thirty cases of SHC. The details of Krook's death in Bleak House were directly modeled on the details of the death of the Countess Cornelia de Bandi Cesenate by this extraordinary means; the only other case that Dickens actually cites details from is the Nicole Millet account that inspired Dupont's book about 100 years earlier. book about 100 years earlier.
In 1951, the Mary Reeser case recaptured the public interest in Spontaneous Human Combustion. Mrs. Reeser, 67, was found in her apartment on the morning of July 2, 1951, reduced to a pile of ashes, a skull, and a completely undamaged left foot. This event has become the foundation for many a book on the subject of SHC since, the most notable being Michael Harrison's Fire From Heaven, printed in 1976. Fire From Heaven has become the standard reference work on Spontaneous Human Combustion.
On May 18, 1957, Anna Martin, 68, of West Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, was found incinerated, leaving only her shoes and a portion of her torso. The medical examiner estimated that temperatures must have reached 1,700 to 2,000 degrees, yet newspapers two feet away were found intact.
On December 5, 1966, the ashes of Dr. J. Irving Bentley, 92, of Coudersport, Pennsylvania, were discovered by a meter reader. Dr. Bentley's body apparently ignited while he was in the bathroom and burned a 2-1/2-by-3-foot hole through the flooring, with only a portion of one leg remaining intact. Nearby paint was unscorched.
July 1, 1951 -- Perhaps the most famous case occurred in St. Petersburg, Florida. Mary Hardy Reeser, a 67-year-old widow, spontaneously combusted while sitting in her easy chair. The next morning, her next door neighbor tried the doorknob, found it hot to the touch and went for help. She returned to find Mrs. Reeser, or what was left of her, in a blackened circle four feet in diameter. All that remained of the 175-pound woman and her chair was a few blackened seat springs, a section of her backbone, a shrunken skull the size of a baseball, and one foot encased in a black stain slipper just beyond the four-foot circle. Plus about 10 pounds of ashes. The police report declared that Mrs. Reeser went up in smoke when her highly flammable rayon-acetate nightgown caught fire, perhaps because of a dropped cigarette. But one medical examiner stated that the 3,000-degree heat required to destroy the body should have destroyed the apartment as well. In fact, damage was minimal - the ceiling and upper walls were covered with soot. No chemical accelerants, incidentally, were found.
In 1944 Peter Jones, survived this experience and reported that there was no sensation of heat nor sighting of flames. He just saw smoke. He stated that he felt no pain.
I was walking through the [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Mountains_%28Arizona%29]muadag[/url] with my pops around six-ish, and we started to hear some grunting, snorting sounds. Considering the area was infested with [url=http://c1.planetsave.com/files/2009/07/wild-pig-florida-cove-capture.jpg]razorbacks[/url], we thought little of it. Eventually, around seven, we heard it again. By this point, it was completely dark, so I was a little freaked out. On our way out of the mountains we heard it again, yet it rumbled down to a low oscillating hum, then we saw a flash, some bushes move, a high-pitched shriek coming at us and what sounded like wings flapping. Needless to say, we shit ourselves then ran like hell towards the suburbs.
Also, my cat died that day. Infer what you will.
Tl;dr Rumbling pig-beast fired some flares at me and ate my cat.
Oh, and
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsbL04pUGdQ&feature=player_embedded[/media]
[QUOTE=Chernzobog;28630670]I was walking through the [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Mountains_%28Arizona%29]muadag[/url] with my pops around six-ish, and we started to hear some grunting, snorting sounds. Considering the area was infested with [url=http://c1.planetsave.com/files/2009/07/wild-pig-florida-cove-capture.jpg]razorbacks[/url], we thought little of it. Eventually, around seven, we heard it again. By this point, it was completely dark, so I was a little freaked out. On our way out of the mountains we heard it again, yet it rumbled down to a low oscillating hum, then we saw a flash, some bushes move, a high-pitched shriek coming at us and what sounded like wings flapping. Needless to say, we shit ourselves then ran like hell towards the suburbs.
Also, my cat died that day. Infer what you will.
Tl;dr Rumbling pig-beast fired some flares at me and ate my cat.
Oh, and
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsbL04pUGdQ&feature=player_embedded[/media][/QUOTE]
oh my fucking god that scared me so badly
my heart is not beating right
i'm going to call the hospital now
[QUOTE=Chernzobog;28630670]I was walking through the [url=http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/South_Mountains_%28Arizona%29]muadag[/url] with my pops around six-ish, and we started to hear some grunting, snorting sounds. Considering the area was infested with [url=http://c1.planetsave.com/files/2009/07/wild-pig-florida-cove-capture.jpg]razorbacks[/url], we thought little of it. Eventually, around seven, we heard it again. By this point, it was completely dark, so I was a little freaked out. On our way out of the mountains we heard it again, yet it rumbled down to a low oscillating hum, then we saw a flash, some bushes move, a high-pitched shriek coming at us and what sounded like wings flapping. Needless to say, we shit ourselves then ran like hell towards the suburbs.
Also, my cat died that day. Infer what you will.
Tl;dr Rumbling pig-beast fired some flares at me and ate my cat.
Oh, and
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsbL04pUGdQ&feature=player_embedded[/media][/QUOTE]
To video
What if he got a paper cut :geno:
I'll try my hand at a creepy story, though it probably isn't very good.
It was a cold night, and i was alone. The lights were off as i used my computer. I played a few games, and browsed the web, when the entire house shook. Blood started dripping from the ceiling, and the walls seemed to be closing in. I ran, and managed to get out the door. The trees were all dead, with organs hanging from the branches. All the houses were Destroyed, and in the distance, i saw a figure. It looked like a human, and, scared out of my mind, i ran towards him so i wouldn't have to be alone. As i got close, i heard a painful, loud noise that i couldn't understand, and i looked up, covering my ears, and saw the figure. Its arms lifted up, and seemed to split, into hundreds of tendrils. I got up, and ran, as it started running towards me while ots legs seemed to split aswell, and the only humanoid features was his head now. The tendrils seemed to stretch for miles, and they kept coming at me. I impossibly dodged each one, and right as i got to the door, they wrapped around my legs. As i was being dragged towards it, its head contorted into that of a horrifying beast, and i passed out.*
I woke up in bed, heart pounding, and got up. I tried to steady myself, and made my way to the computer. Random numbers and colors flashed on screen, while making a horrible noise. After a moment, it froze on the image of what looked like my corpse by the computer. It then showed the beast again, and then rebooted. I am typing this, afraid to look away, for i fear the monster is waiting. I could be dead already, and this is my punishment, or that mangled body will be my fate when it gets me. Whatever the case, i fear this is fate. Goodbye.
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[editline]16th March 2011[/editline]
Yeah, i know it is terrible.
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;28626621]West Philadelphia, Pennsylvania[/QUOTE]
Born and raised.
[QUOTE=cardfan212;28636591]Born and raised.[/QUOTE]
On the playground was where I spent most of my days.
[QUOTE=Chernzobog;28640805]On the playground was where I spent most of my days.[/QUOTE]
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
[QUOTE=paul simon;28640997]Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool[/QUOTE]
Shootin' some B-Ball outside the school.
[QUOTE=Renegade Master;28641461]Shootin' some B-Ball outside the school.[/QUOTE]
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;28641505]When a couple of guys who were up to no good[/QUOTE]
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared,
She said "You're moving with your Auntie 'n' Uncle in Bel Air!"
I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
she gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, i put my walkman on and said i might as well KICK IT
First class, yo this is bad.
Drinking orange juice out of a champaine glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
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