• Generally just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread
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That's not funny, or creepy, or scary.
[QUOTE=Dynamitekyle;23047818]This one's long, but pretty awesome. Edit: I'll throw some more in here. [IMG_thumb]http://i885.photobucket.com/albums/ac58/DynamiteKyle42/1277777064466.jpg?t=1278047263[/IMG_thumb] [IMG_thumb]http://i885.photobucket.com/albums/ac58/DynamiteKyle42/1277774192839.png?t=1278047611[/IMG_thumb] [IMG_thumb]http://i885.photobucket.com/albums/ac58/DynamiteKyle42/1277777288914.jpg?t=1278047705[/IMG_thumb][/QUOTE] Holy shit. Someone hold me. D:
[img]http://mamazoom.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/hands_resist_him1.jpg[/img]
:wtc:
Kinda reminds me of Max Headroom.
Holy shit there's hands clawing at the windows :ohdear:
Okay, let's all return to this thread in four years. If the queen's alive, we mock the OP. If the queen dies March 19, we hold each other and cry.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GoLUklf1NLc[/media] The end of Assassin's Creed, all the puzzles are explained in such detail I shat bricks.
^ Not really freaky or creepy Btw nice avatar
[url]http://www.facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=965834[/url]
[QUOTE=xxncxx;23169222][url]http://www.facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=965834[/url][/QUOTE] I am Pretty sure you did lol leading us to an invalid thread.
[QUOTE=Inspecter;23169574]I am Pretty sure you did lol leading us to an invalid thread.[/QUOTE] Its the dougpunch thread with the dog licking some guys asshole. [editline]12:25AM[/editline] I think it got deleted or some shit.
Oh dear god, [url=http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Zalgo]look what I just found on TV Tropes.[/url] :ohdear: [editline]fd[/editline] And of course, I'm five years late.
[QUOTE=Seppe;23050997]Ok, here's a little something for you.. I once bumped into this song of the Beatles, which has been released on the album Abbey Road [img]http://weeklyrot.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/beatles_abbyroad1.jpg[/img] This is just some site with possible conspiracies shown on 2 of their covers, though I personally think they're all coincidences and lead to nothing really: [url]http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1205310/Pictured-The-Beatles-album-cover-started-decades-long-conspiracy-theory.html[/url] There is something more scary about the Beatles, this song, Revolution 9. I happen to have found it again at a good bitrate. It is best when you have a set of good headphones which cover all surrounding sound. [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_oQTU0fFyts[/media] Now, that's already quite thrilling on itself, but there is a theory, that when you turn the song backwards 'Number 9' becomes 'Turn me on, dead man'. I'm not telling you to believe in it, I'm asking you though to listen for yourselves. Backward version: [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PG0wksBzKSc&feature=related[/media] [i]If you quit listening after only hearing Number 9 of the original song you should go to the back of the other youtube video, because it's obviously backwards and thus the first part being last.[/i][/QUOTE] Holy fucking shitballs. The backwards version scared the living shit outta me. And I am usually completely indifferent to all of these stories.
Oh god.... [img]http://i654.photobucket.com/albums/uu262/xbeefix/Aviaryfacepunch-comPicture1.png[/img]
Listen to the backwards song I dare you.
I feel bad I've got no content but the scene of the weeping angel video in "Time of the Angels" is pretty fucking creepy. Doctor Who episode that is. Excellent thread though.
[QUOTE=DannHellraiser;23114273][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMgsFZ4rkEI[/media][/QUOTE] screw you to hell, i shat my pants man
Quick post for those who haven't read it: [url=http://www.facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=965831]Squidward's Suicide[/url]
Guys im seriously fucking scared right now. I just read the pokemon and squidward suicide. Whenever I change the tab away from this thread I hear what kind of sounds like someones clapping. My desk is right next to a wall and every once and awhile I can hear a scratching noise come from it.
Tell whatever is behind it to fuck off.
[QUOTE=GhettoGeek;23171613]Guys im seriously fucking scared right now. I just read the pokemon and squidward suicide. Whenever I change the tab away from this thread I hear what kind of sounds like someones clapping. My desk is right next to a wall and every once and awhile I can hear a scratching noise come from it.[/QUOTE] Just think something like "If some paranormal creature bursts in through that door/wall, I'll beat that motherfucker and feed it to my dogs." A comfort like this is as ridiculous and irrational as your fear :)
Remember that most of the time this is fake, if the subliminal messages of a gameboy are killing how does the person who wrote the article know what they say? and Squidward's suicide, we'd be all better off without him anyway. Smile.jpg? edits - Caver ted? Fake Try to think you're daring yourself to be afraid and talk to yourself, half of you wants to know how much you can take while letting you know what is real or not, also serves as cleanser.
[QUOTE=GhettoGeek;23171613]Guys im seriously fucking scared right now. I just read the pokemon and squidward suicide. Whenever I change the tab away from this thread I hear what kind of sounds like someones clapping. My desk is right next to a wall and every once and awhile I can hear a scratching noise come from it.[/QUOTE] Its probably just rodents in your walls.
[QUOTE=GhettoGeek;23171613]Guys im seriously fucking scared right now. I just read the pokemon and squidward suicide. Whenever I change the tab away from this thread I hear what kind of sounds like someones clapping. My desk is right next to a wall and every once and awhile I can hear a scratching noise come from it.[/QUOTE] Noise from a wall? good thing you didn't read bout' floyd's tomb.
This thread needs more content. Stuff seems to be slowing down a little.
[QUOTE=GhettoGeek;23171613]Guys im seriously fucking scared right now. I just read the pokemon and squidward suicide. Whenever I change the tab away from this thread I hear what kind of sounds like someones clapping. My desk is right next to a wall and every once and awhile I can hear a scratching noise come from it.[/QUOTE] It's psychosomatic.
Finally at a computer, posting from my phone has been annoying. Found this really interesting. [QUOTE]If you’re reading this, then I am hopefully long gone. It’s been… two months now since the meteor struck Mississippi. There was a lot of public interest in it, astrologers and the like all gathering around for a look. They took samples of the rock and shipped them all over the world to museums in every country. Hell, I almost made a trip to have a look myself, but I had an interview with a potential employer. If he hadn’t called me up the previous day, I’d be dead now. Three days later, after the initial hype died down, the news reported nothing on the meteor for a couple of days. The next thing I heard about it was when I got home from the pub and turned on the late-night news. I was just in time to catch a breaking news article. The worried-looking reporter informed me that almost everyone who had been in the vicinity of Mississippi when the meteor went down had been hospitalised. Their symptoms were similar to those that a corpse experiences during decomposition. Ten people had already died, mostly the elderly and the very young. Scientists and geneticists from all over the globe were working frantically to try and find a cure. Being smarter than the average bear, I gathered some supplies and prepared for an epidemic. Years of being paranoid beyond reason was finally about to pay off. The news the next day had a lighter tone. A Chinese scientist had worked out that the meteor had contained an alien strain of bacteria that slowly broke down flesh tissue. The scientist also remarked that the bacteria were only affecting humans. He had also worked out that if a victim consumed a living being, such as an insect, it would delay the progression of the bacteria, giving the scientists more time to figure out a permanent cure. Anyone who thought they may have contracted the infection was to eat as many live creatures as they could. The reporter also explained that the US Army was attempting to contain the infection. They failed. Anyone who has read Stephen King’s book, The Stand, will have an idea of how the bacteria made its way around the world. It passed through the air, but to catch it, you had to be near someone infected. Because the symptoms took between three to five days to kick in, people didn’t realise that they were infected. In a week, Victus Somes Disease, as it had been named, was global. I had barricaded myself in my house, with towels and blankets stuffed into every crack. I had the TV tuned to the news all day and night. The scientists had not predicted that the bacteria would adapt to the infected people’s efforts at trying to keep it at bay. Victims all over the world were claiming that the insects were no longer working. People were starting to catch small mammals and eat them. As the days went by, people were slowly eating larger and larger animals. The first reported case of cannibalism was, ironically, the last broadcast made. The anchorman’s hair was falling out and he was missing three teeth. He nervously told America that there had been a reported case of cannibalism in Southern Europe. He also said that there would be no further broadcasts. All survivors were to lock themselves in their house and not let anyone in. For the next week and a half, I watched the infected shamble up the street, knocking on doors. One of my neighbours, a couple of houses down from me, was stupid enough to open the door. Three people dragged him out and started biting his flesh. They started with his arms and legs, trying to keep him alive for as long as possible. They were crying as they ate. Their meal was shrieking in pain, and the three people eating him were apologising furiously through mouthfuls of his arm. I don’t think they were unable to control themselves; it looked more like they were disgusted by what they had to do to stay alive. They tried to break into my house five or six days later, but my barricades held. They were outside, begging me to let them in. “Just one bite. Please, be generous.” I listened to their pleading all night, too scared to sleep. I suppose I should explain why I’m writing this. I’m infected. Yesterday I coughed and lost a canine. I spent the night pulling out my teeth, easing them out one by one. It didn’t hurt; they just slid out, like pulling up carrots. Anyway, as I was saying, I’m infected. The bugs have stopped working, and all the wild animals have long since run away. I have decided to lure someone into my house and attack them. It sounds so wrong writing that out, but I don’t want to die. And I’m so hungry. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.[/QUOTE] It's quite like a different take on zombies. Instead of the generic "OMG ZOMBIE PATIENT GONE LOSE" plot.
The creepiest thing happened last night, July 6. I was up late reading this thread, then, just as I finished reading, I checked the time and it was exactly 1:27. Beside the fact that it is not 2027. I could not sleep at all last night :tinfoil:
[QUOTE]I gave her the doll on her birthday. She loved it at first, told me it was so beautiful. That it’s hair was so soft and the dress was so pretty. She wouldn’t let it out of her sight for days. During the day she set it on the table, so she could see it while cleaning the house. During the night it sat next to the bed, looking at us sleep with big blue unmoving eyes. But my wife’s love for the doll soon changed. Soon I noticed something was bothering here. I asked of course, but she wouldn’t tell me at first, said she was just being silly. But day after day she closed herself more and more for me. Until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pressed her, told her she would tell me what was going on right now or I would drag her to a doctor. She finally broke and crying words came spilling out. She then told me it was the doll. It scared her. She told me she had the feeling it was constantly watching her. Sometimes it even seemed like it moved. This worried me and I went to take a look at the doll. It sat motionless on the little table in the bedroom. The big blue eyes unchanged. I couldn’t help but sigh from relief a bit. Of course she’s not moving, she couldn’t have been. I went to turn away, but then saw a tiny movement from the corner of my eye. I turned back to the doll, picking it up from the table. I held my face close to the doll’s, staring into the eyes. Something was moving. I tried to concentrate, tried to look closer. Yes, there it definately was, movement. But not from the eye itself, it was behind the eye. Before I could register this the eye burst and out of it spilled at least ten wriggling maggots. I dropped the doll in shock, backing away instinctively. My wife yelled from the other room, asking me what was going on. I yelled back at her not to worry. I picked up the doll again, using a tissue to wipe away the maggots. Inside I saw more, pressing against the skin and the plastic outer layer. So soon already. I had hoped she would have lasted longer. I will have to get a new one for her, maybe keep it alive at first. That way it’ll last longer for sure. While I throw away the old doll, I think about how my wife always says she loves the thick blonde curls of little Katie down the block. Doesn’t she also have blue eyes?[/QUOTE] [editline]11:37PM[/editline] mah automerge has broken [editline]11:37PM[/editline] page king? Uh, fine lemme get another story [QUOTE]On my eighth birthday, I got a present that would change my life forever. It was a beautiful doll that looked a lot like me. That is why my grandmother bought it for me. I named her Polly. However, days after I got the doll, things began to get weird, but I didn’t notice. I slowly became unsocial, never having kids over. All I needed was Polly to make me happy. She was my best and only friend. I just went to school, and came home daily. I never bothered to make friends, or talk to teachers. I even stopped trying in school. I had been a perfect student until I got the present. Nobody really noticed, though, so I didn’t mind. After about a week of having Polly, I stopped eating real food. I just didn’t feel right eating normal food, so I would always go out to the backyard (we lived in a forest area), after telling my mom I wasn’t really hungry that night, and find some woodland creature to hunt and kill for dinner. My mom didn’t notice me not eating much, until week three. She even took me to the doctor a few times, asking about what was wrong with me. The doctor always had the same answer. I was at a healthy weight and was not sick. After our third visit to Dr. Cortez, my mom decided I was fine and just going through a “stage” as she called it. After a month of having Polly, my mom noticed me sleeping in my closet instead of my usual place: my bed. And when she would come to check on me, not only would I be in the closet, but Polly would be in my bed. I would also sleep with my eyes wide open. My mom just ignored it, also saying it was a “stage”. Three months later, I got a haircut. I wanted a bob, and that is what I got. The creepy thing was, after I got my haircut, Polly’s hair started to fall out. It only stopped when her hair was exactly like mine. My mom then knew things were not right with the doll, but I would not part with it because Polly was my friend. She was the only one who understood me. My mom also told me that when she was about to fall asleep, she would find Polly right next to her bed. Polly would stare at her intently. My mom would put her back in my room, but always find Polly in the same spot when she went back to bed. Eventually, my mom ignored it. I now know that Polly was checking to see if my mom was still awake. After almost a year, things got stranger. My skin, hair, and eyes started to turn a glowing green. This resulted in another doctor visit, but he said there was nothing he could do. This, my mom finally decided wasn’t a “phase”. She watched me as much as possible. She even quit her job, a crazy move for a single mother, so she could home school me and make sure nothing happened to me. Then the worst night of both of our lives happened. My mom woke up in the middle of the night, after hearing the backdoor open and slam shut. She ran outside, after noticing that I wasn’t in my bed, and neither was Polly. Once outside, she spotted us immediately. We were walking towards the lake, hand in hand. She ran after us, and was almost too late. Polly was leading me into the water, clearly trying to drown me. Polly turned her head, all the way around, towards my mom. She smiled a sick, malevolence grin that sent shivers down her spine. My mom knew she had to act now, before it was too late. She ran to me and grabbed my hand, but I pushed her away. She fought until she had me, struggling, in her arms. She placed me in my bed, and locked me in. She sat there, trying to comfort me. I was hysterical. Then, we heard the tapping. We looked at the window, and found Polly standing there staring at us, with her evil green eyes. My mom opened the window, and grabbed her. My mom ran out of my room and threw Polly in the fireplace. It was on my tenth birthday when I got the courage to ask my mom what Polly was doing, and what had happened to me. She said that my grandmother got Polly for free, from a woman that seemed crazy. Her daughter died days before she got rid of the doll. My mom showed me the research she did, and it turned out that the previous eight owners of the doll were all killed in various ways. The first killed was one year old, the second was two years old, the third was three years, the fourth was four years, the fifth was five years, the sixth was six years, the seventh was seven years, and then there was me. I was the only one to survive. I am fine now, after much counseling and bed rest, unlike the unlucky seven girls who came across Polly the staring dolly, which is what my family has called her to this day.[/QUOTE]
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