• Generally just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread
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[QUOTE=eatdembeanz;28842412]You idiot, this is the Generally Just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread, not the Creepy Stuff Fucking Generally-Thread.[/QUOTE] What? I thought we were the Just Generally Fucking Creepy Stuff Thread of Judea.
[URL="http://www.facepunch.com/members/123169-Dalndox"][/URL]Thanks to you guys, I spent the entire day reading SCP Foundation articles. So much time wasted, but they're so well-written. :gonk:
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;28840183][img_thumb]http://b.imagehost.org/0325/1293409972233.jpg[/img_thumb][/QUOTE] Already on rule34.paheal.net.
[QUOTE=Dalndox;28852983][/URL]Thanks to you guys, I spent the entire day reading SCP Foundation articles. So much time wasted, but they're so well-written. :gonk:[/QUOTE] did you see the one about the complex machine of cogs and belts with the 4 settings? course to very fine put in pencil on course and it comes out neatly separated into wood chips and a square block of graphite put it in on very fine and you get things like a headband that instantly projects your thoughts onto paper. the fine/very fine setting is what makes it interesting with things like gun that eradicates all matter it aims at, pills that cure any disease, a black fire extinguishing grenade that sucks the air our of a 15 meter radius and glow sticks that compel people around it to dance they're nuts off. boring thing goes in ..cool shit comes out ..i want one of these machines so badly
put in a piece of paper that says very fine on very fine setting what now
[QUOTE=mini me;28853593]did you see the one about the complex machine of cogs and belts with the 4 settings? course to very fine put in pencil on course and it comes out neatly separated into wood chips and a square block of graphite put it in on very fine and you get things like a headband that instantly projects your thoughts onto paper. the fine/very fine setting is what makes it interesting with things like gun that eradicates all matter it aims at, pills that cure any disease, a black fire extinguishing grenade that sucks the air our of a 15 meter radius and glow sticks that compel people around it to dance they're nuts off. boring thing goes in ..cool shit comes out ..i want one of these machines so badly[/QUOTE] The Clockworks? Yeah, that one was pretty awesome. I can only imagine what you would get if you put, say, a sword in there or something and set it to 'Very Fine'. :ohdear:
what if you put it in on a medium setting, would it come back relatively the same? :v:
[QUOTE=daijitsu;28857460]what if you put it in on a medium setting, would it come back relatively the same? :v:[/QUOTE] The 1:1 setting gives you something similar. Like... if you put a cell-phone in, you'll get a cell-phone back, though it may be a different make/model.
[QUOTE=Dalndox;28857478]The 1:1 setting gives you something similar. Like... if you put a cell-phone in, you'll get a cell-phone back, though it may be a different make/model.[/QUOTE] is there some sort of asshattery that comes with the fine setting, like when you wish for shit with a genie he's a sarcastic ass about it and fucks everything he can up whilst still keeping true to the wish? :v:
[QUOTE=daijitsu;28857513]is there some sort of asshattery that comes with the fine setting, like when you wish for shit with a genie he's a sarcastic ass about it and fucks everything he can up whilst still keeping true to the wish? :v:[/QUOTE] I think so. When I read it, I saw that they'd put a pill in that could heal anything (another SCP) in and set it to fine. What came out was a necklace or something that caused rapid cellular regeneration on whoever wore it. But the catch was that the regeneration would continue until the person ended up as a massive blob of flesh that tried to kill people. So yeah, I guess that the machine generally screws you over.
[QUOTE=shozamar;28860897]I think so. When I read it, I saw that they'd put a pill in that could heal anything (another SCP) in and set it to fine. What came out was a necklace or something that caused rapid cellular regeneration on whoever wore it. But the catch was that the regeneration would continue until the person ended up as a massive blob of flesh that tried to kill people. So yeah, I guess that the machine generally screws you over.[/QUOTE] Why it just can't be good and do things that benefit humanity? :c
put in SCP-682 on coarse setting - 15 blocks of tissue from it which then regenerate and then you have 15 682's. not a good idea
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvVITA1QPCk[/media]
Before my family and I moved to Virginia, we lived in a mountainous region in Pennsylvania. A lot of woods surrounding our house. Were talking so scarcely populated, our neighbor lived 3 miles down the road. My father and I liked to go hunting every once in a while and we owned three dogs. Two golden labs (named "Fuzz" and "Snigs") and my mom's dog (A beagle-Sheltie mix named "Dink"). There was a lot of wildlife living in the woods and it was not unusual for the occasional deer and other small animals to wander through our yard during the day and at night. Our dogs were fairly docile whenever an animal got onto our property, they would peer out the window and just watch it. They would never bark or become ridiculously excited or anything like that. It was February when we got an unwelcome visitor. One cold day my father and I decided to take Snigs and Fuzz out with us while we walked through the woods by our house. It was overcast and bitterly cold so we were bundled up nice. We let Snigs and Fuzz run around ahead of us because they were well trained dogs and never strayed too far from us or our home and would come quickly if we called out to them. As we were walking, and talking, we heard the dogs start barking wildly. My dad and I called out to them, but they wouldn't come to us, so we went after them. When we approached them, they were both standing in a small clearing, staring tentatively into the woods in the same direction, both of their tails sticking straight up with the hair on their backs doing the same. They weren't barking anymore, just staring. We were observing the dogs so much that we didn't even see the deer carcass not 10 feet away. The thing about that deer carcass, was that it was literally "ripped" in half, only the top half remaining. Was was so unusual about it, is that it's skull was crushed, almost to a bloody pulp as if someone had repeatedly taken a bat to it's face. I was spooked, not gonna lie, and my dad looked around and said we should get home,because he didn't want to cross paths with a bear. We got home with the dogs and the rest of the day was quite normal. Two days later, in the evening around 10pm. My mom told us that she heard an animal outside rummaging through our waste bins. The waste bins were torn apart trash strewn all throughout the yard and part of our fence was broken. Again, my Dad thought it was a bear and decided to install security lights on our yard to try to spook it away if it ever came back. Here's where it gets kind of ridiculous. The night after my dad installed the lights I was dead asleep. At around 3am, The lights turned on and immediately woke up because they shined into my room and it was bright as hell. Almost as soon as it came on, I heard a "ruckus" outside. Sounded like heavey footsteps moving quite quickly and all of the sudden the lights went out and I heard a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking. My dogs downstairs began to absolutely loose it. IO exited my room and my dad was already headed out the door in his bathrobe and with his rifle. There was nothing outside. No bears, nothing. The lights had been busted by something. and the window underneath the lights had been shattered. We called the police (waited 35 minutes) and when they got there we made a report of possible vandalism and the only explanation the cop could give us was probably a bear. Only thing was, the lights were mounted 9 feet above the ground. It had to have been a huge fucking bear to be able to reach and destroy the lights... even then, what bear would "attack" the lights in the first place. Later that morning around 6am, our dogs started freaking out again, barking growling scratching at the door from the basement. Woke my dad up, and when he opened the basement door to let them out upstairs, snigs was so frightened that he actually bit my dads arm when he opened the door. Snigs and Fuzz ended up running out the doggie door on our back door which is only a one way door, when they want to come back in,m they usually sit at the back door and bark until we open it. My dad tried to go after them, but they ran off into the woods barking and growling. It wasn't until about half an hour later that Snigs ran back whimpering like a puppy. He laid down next to the back door, tail between his legs wide eyed, trembling and simply terrified. Fuzz wasn't with him. That was the last time we ever saw Fuzz. He never came back and we spent hours calling his name in the woods to no avail. A week later, My dad and I were sitting on our back porch shootin the shit around 9pm. Again, Snigs started going insane, this time he wasn't growling or barking. He crawled under my chair and started whimpering and trembling again. My dad almost knocked me over trying to get my attention to the back of our lawn. There standing right at the tree line was a mammoth creature of some kind. It was HUGE. Standing on two feet with very wide shoulders. All i can remember is my dad whispering "holy fuck... do you see it?" to which I replied with little more than a squeak I was so frightened. The one distinct feature I could make out were it's eyes. It had enormous eyes that glowed like a cats eyes do in certain lighting, excpet this things eyes were a bright red. It felt like an hour of just staring at this thing until it made a deep grunt and it spun around and hobbled, still on it's hind legs, back into the woods. My heart was pounding so hard, i thought I was going to have a heart attack. My dad was speechless, this was the most frightened I have ever seen him. His eyes were bulging and he kept asking me if I saw what he did. We both described the exact same thing. The next day, we called the police again and reported what we saw. Again he insisted it was a huge black bear. I have never seen a bear walk on it's two back legs before except at the damn circus. That's my story. I never figured out what I saw in my yard that night and to this day, my dad and I have no clue as to what it was. Whatever it was, We certain it's what caused our dog, Fuzz, to disappear. Did my dad and I have an actually big foot sighting? maybe. But fuck, scariest moment of my entire life. 3 months later, we moved to Virginia and in those three months, we didn't have a problem with it again.
the holder series creepypasta, though repetitive, is still pretty good. [quote]In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear. Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped succesfully. If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?" The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror. Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands. That object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. [/quote] [url]http://theholders.org/?Special:Series_List[/url]
[QUOTE=DEMONSKUL;28851478][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEGk7IGepQg&feature=channel_video_title[/media] :gonk: This guy's youtube channel is full of this stuff.[/QUOTE] I love these videos :v [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DQi9Y4DdiM&feature=related[/media]
[QUOTE=EtBuh;28863364]Before my family and I moved to Virginia, we lived in a mountainous region in Pennsylvania. A lot of woods surrounding our house. Were talking so scarcely populated, our neighbor lived 3 miles down the road. My father and I liked to go hunting every once in a while and we owned three dogs. Two golden labs (named "Fuzz" and "Snigs") and my mom's dog (A beagle-Sheltie mix named "Dink"). There was a lot of wildlife living in the woods and it was not unusual for the occasional deer and other small animals to wander through our yard during the day and at night. Our dogs were fairly docile whenever an animal got onto our property, they would peer out the window and just watch it. They would never bark or become ridiculously excited or anything like that. It was February when we got an unwelcome visitor. One cold day my father and I decided to take Snigs and Fuzz out with us while we walked through the woods by our house. It was overcast and bitterly cold so we were bundled up nice. We let Snigs and Fuzz run around ahead of us because they were well trained dogs and never strayed too far from us or our home and would come quickly if we called out to them. As we were walking, and talking, we heard the dogs start barking wildly. My dad and I called out to them, but they wouldn't come to us, so we went after them. When we approached them, they were both standing in a small clearing, staring tentatively into the woods in the same direction, both of their tails sticking straight up with the hair on their backs doing the same. They weren't barking anymore, just staring. We were observing the dogs so much that we didn't even see the deer carcass not 10 feet away. The thing about that deer carcass, was that it was literally "ripped" in half, only the top half remaining. Was was so unusual about it, is that it's skull was crushed, almost to a bloody pulp as if someone had repeatedly taken a bat to it's face. I was spooked, not gonna lie, and my dad looked around and said we should get home,because he didn't want to cross paths with a bear. We got home with the dogs and the rest of the day was quite normal. Two days later, in the evening around 10pm. My mom told us that she heard an animal outside rummaging through our waste bins. The waste bins were torn apart trash strewn all throughout the yard and part of our fence was broken. Again, my Dad thought it was a bear and decided to install security lights on our yard to try to spook it away if it ever came back. Here's where it gets kind of ridiculous. The night after my dad installed the lights I was dead asleep. At around 3am, The lights turned on and immediately woke up because they shined into my room and it was bright as hell. Almost as soon as it came on, I heard a "ruckus" outside. Sounded like heavey footsteps moving quite quickly and all of the sudden the lights went out and I heard a loud crash and the sound of glass breaking. My dogs downstairs began to absolutely loose it. IO exited my room and my dad was already headed out the door in his bathrobe and with his rifle. There was nothing outside. No bears, nothing. The lights had been busted by something. and the window underneath the lights had been shattered. We called the police (waited 35 minutes) and when they got there we made a report of possible vandalism and the only explanation the cop could give us was probably a bear. Only thing was, the lights were mounted 9 feet above the ground. It had to have been a huge fucking bear to be able to reach and destroy the lights... even then, what bear would "attack" the lights in the first place. Later that morning around 6am, our dogs started freaking out again, barking growling scratching at the door from the basement. Woke my dad up, and when he opened the basement door to let them out upstairs, snigs was so frightened that he actually bit my dads arm when he opened the door. Snigs and Fuzz ended up running out the doggie door on our back door which is only a one way door, when they want to come back in,m they usually sit at the back door and bark until we open it. My dad tried to go after them, but they ran off into the woods barking and growling. It wasn't until about half an hour later that Snigs ran back whimpering like a puppy. He laid down next to the back door, tail between his legs wide eyed, trembling and simply terrified. Fuzz wasn't with him. That was the last time we ever saw Fuzz. He never came back and we spent hours calling his name in the woods to no avail. A week later, My dad and I were sitting on our back porch shootin the shit around 9pm. Again, Snigs started going insane, this time he wasn't growling or barking. He crawled under my chair and started whimpering and trembling again. My dad almost knocked me over trying to get my attention to the back of our lawn. There standing right at the tree line was a mammoth creature of some kind. It was HUGE. Standing on two feet with very wide shoulders. All i can remember is my dad whispering "holy fuck... do you see it?" to which I replied with little more than a squeak I was so frightened. The one distinct feature I could make out were it's eyes. It had enormous eyes that glowed like a cats eyes do in certain lighting, excpet this things eyes were a bright red. It felt like an hour of just staring at this thing until it made a deep grunt and it spun around and hobbled, still on it's hind legs, back into the woods. My heart was pounding so hard, i thought I was going to have a heart attack. My dad was speechless, this was the most frightened I have ever seen him. His eyes were bulging and he kept asking me if I saw what he did. We both described the exact same thing. The next day, we called the police again and reported what we saw. Again he insisted it was a huge black bear. I have never seen a bear walk on it's two back legs before except at the damn circus. That's my story. I never figured out what I saw in my yard that night and to this day, my dad and I have no clue as to what it was. Whatever it was, We certain it's what caused our dog, Fuzz, to disappear. Did my dad and I have an actually big foot sighting? maybe. But fuck, scariest moment of my entire life. 3 months later, we moved to Virginia and in those three months, we didn't have a problem with it again.[/QUOTE] Should've blown that fuckers brains out for killing your dog. I'd be in such an incredible rage if that happened to my dog.
[QUOTE=NuclearAnnhilation;28865348]Should've blown that fuckers brains out for killing your dog. I'd be in such an incredible rage if that happened to my dog.[/QUOTE] If we had our rifles with us, we might've shot at it, but i don't know dude, the level at which my Dad and I were at with how unbelievably scared we were of this giant fucking thing of a creature was ridiculous. All I could think about was it deciding to charge us. I literally would have shit my pants.
[QUOTE=GrabbinPills;28855230]put in a piece of paper that says very fine on very fine setting what now[/QUOTE] [quote] [B]Input:[/B] A sheet of 8.5x11in printing paper with the instructions “I would like a Quarter Pounder with Cheese. No pickles, no onions. Large order of fries, and a medium Pepsi” handwritten in #2 pencil by Dr. ██████ [B]Setting:[/B] Very Fine [B]Output:[/B] A single sheet of 8.5x11 in paper, with a series of symbols inscribed upon it which do not correspond to any known system of writing. Subjects viewing the symbols describe a sudden and intense desire for a cheeseburger.[/quote]
[QUOTE=Dalndox;28867752][/QUOTE] Brilliant. :golfclap:
Been reading SCP stories 001-whatever at night for the last week. :ohdear: [editline]28th March 2011[/editline] 004 is a good read, by the way. [editline]28th March 2011[/editline] [quote]Document #087-I: Exploration I D-8432 is a 43-year old Caucasian male of average build and appearance and unremarkable psychological background. Class-D designation is a result of demotion due to mishandling SCP-██. D-8432 is equipped with a 75 watt flood lamp with battery power capable of lasting 24 hours, a handheld camcorder fitted with a transmission stream, and an audio headset for communication with Dr. ██████ at Control. D-8432 steps through doorway onto initial platform. Despite the wattage, the flood lamp only illuminates the first 9 steps. The second platform is not visible. D-8432: It's fucking dark. Dr. ██████: Is your flood lamp functioning properly? D-8432 shines the light out the door and into the academic building's hallway. The light reaches significantly further. D-8432: Yeah, it's working, it just won't light these stairs all the way down. Dr. ██████: Thank you. Please continue. D-8432 descends for 13 steps before reaching the second platform. The platform is in the shape of a semicircle with an apparently concrete surface and walls. There are no distinct markings, aside from nondescript patches of dust, dirt, or wear consistent with that which is found in a typical concrete stairwell. D-8432 rotates 180 degrees to begin descent down the second flight, then pauses. Dr. ██████: Reason for stopping? D-8432: You hear that? There's a fucking kid down there. Sounds like one. None of the described audio is feeding through the camera or mic at this time. Dr. ██████: Could you please describe the sound? D-8432: It's young. Either female or a very young boy. It's crying and sobbing and saying [pause] please [pause] help [pause] please [pause] Yeah, it keeps repeating that and crying. Dr. ██████: Can you estimate its distance from your current location? D-8432: Uh, fuck, I don't know, maybe 200 meters down? Dr. ██████: Please continue down the next flight. The subject descends another 13 steps. As he reaches the landing, audio of the child as described is picked up. The child alternates between sobbing, wailing, and the words "please," "help," and "down here." The level of audio is consistent with D-8432's report of it being approximately 200 meters below. Dr. ██████: Can you still hear the crying? D-8432: Yeah. Dr. ██████: We're picking it up as well. Please continue down. Stop if you notice any changes in the audio or environment. The subject descends another 3 flights of stairs before stopping. D-8432: Keep going? Dr. ██████: Please. D-8432 continues another 17 flights (total of 22 flights) before stopping. There are no visual changes in the environment, and each flight has been a consistent 13 steps. D-8432: I'm not getting any fucking closer to the kid. Stereo audio confirms that the crying noise has not increased in volume and remains approximately 200 meters below the subject. Dr. ██████: Noted. Please continue. The subject continues another 28 flights before stopping. (50 flights total.) D-8432 is standing on the 51st landing, counting the initial ground level landing. D-8432 is estimated to be 200 meters below the initial platform. 34 minutes have elapsed. The volume of the crying has not increased. D-8432: I feel a little uneasy. Dr. ██████: You've spent a long time in a dark, unknown stairwell. It's natural. Please continue. The subject hesitates before stepping down on the next stair. As the subject moves forward, the flood lamp illuminates a face located approximately at the bottom of the flight (SCP-087-1). It appears to be the same size and shape as a human head, except it is lacking a mouth, nostrils, and pupils. The face is completely motionless, but is making direct eye contact, indicating its awareness of D-8432. D-8432: [Yelling] Fuck! What the fuck is that? Shit! Holy fucking shit. What the fuck! Dr. ██████: Can you please describe what you see? D-8432: It's some sort of fucking person face thing and it's fucking looking right at me fuck fuck fuck it's looking right at me — Dr. ██████: Is it moving? D-8432: [pause, heavy breathing] No, it's just staring at me. Fuck fuck fuck it's creepy. Dr. ██████: Please approach and further illuminate the entity. D-8432: Fuck fuck fuck I don't want to fucking — The face jerks forward about 50 centimeters directly toward D-8432. D-8432: [yelling] Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck [REDACTED] D-8432 enters a panicked state and rapidly ascends SCP-087. D-8432 reaches the ground floor in 18 minutes, at which time he collapses and passes out. There is no sign of SCP-087-1. Review of the footage indicates an equal number of flights and steps ascending as descending. Audio of the crying and pleading remains at the same volume until the last flight, at which point it ceases. Medical reports indicate collapse was a result of the rapid ascension of the stairs, causing fatigue.[/quote] Long ass content because I have not been contributing.
Oh my god :ohdear: That creeped me out.
You're late on that SCP, but it's one of the best so all is forgiven.
[QUOTE=GrabbinPills;28855230]put in a piece of paper that says very fine on very fine setting what now[/QUOTE] A piece of paper comes out, with the words 'well played' written on it.
to the SCP about the pencil coming out on fine that never gets dull and comes out written in a specific fancy font, I remember seeing amazon.co.uk reviews of the ordinary BIC pen, which had many scathing reviews under the premise that bic cannot do the same.
[QUOTE=Novangel;28869644]A piece of paper comes out, with the words 'well played' written on it.[/QUOTE] Someone add that in the SCP's article :v:
Say, do any of you guys remember a creepypasta about a kid who's finger could kill people when he said "BANG!"?
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLjSE7LcAj4[/media] Probably been posted before. But that ending is so fucking scary.
found the pen with all the reviews. 225 total :raise: [url]http://www.amazon.co.uk/product-reviews/B000JTOYLS/ref=dp_top_cm_cr_acr_txt?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1[/url] [quote][img]http://gyazo.com/930fe8be56803c341f145ffe405c4eb6.png[/img][/quote]
What is SCP?
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