Anyone still paying attention, I HAVE A PLAN!
It is time for all of us to band toghether and write [B]THE ULTIMATE CREEPY PASTA![/B]
[B]Mc Edit:[/B]
I think our creepy pasta should be based around this "Omen" character that Peanuttheninja keeps talking about. Like combine all of his post, then make up some dilousional shit that makes him sound like he's slowly dripping to insanity, then nobody ever hears from him again....
Creepy, and even half-true!
BIG FAT SMELLY EDIT:
[IMG]http://i170.photobucket.com/albums/u252/TheBraxcave/JohnStewart.jpg[/IMG] If you look at his face IT MOVES!!!
What?
[QUOTE=Chief343;23227318]What?[/QUOTE]
No, I shit you not his lips curl more into a smile and his left eyelid droops.
[QUOTE=BananaFoam;23227376]No, I shit you not his lips curl more into a smile and his left eyelid droops.[/QUOTE]
ermmm no i won't say it lol, I don't want to be mean but I see what your saying if you stare at it
Anyone have more stories about old video games? Those seem to creep me out the most.
Doom?
Something about a chainsaw in a video game is awesomely cool but creepy at the same time
[QUOTE='[ToRn];23220476']"heater may have heated the room, different air temperatures = air pressure differences = wind"
That's what I was thinking too, but I didn't know if that was possible since all 3 scenarios happend when I was still a young little lad..[/QUOTE]
My house has an air current to it that sucks air out of the hallway into the living room / stairs. Depending on the temperature of the house versus my room, the air flow can actually slam my door shut. It has spooked me a few times, but I've gotten used to it. This kind of situation can happen in bunches of homes.
[QUOTE=Wyrmdraken;23226353]Listen to all of it. Crazy starts a 2:10 ish.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIsh1J4FbKU[/media]
[IMG]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIsh1J4FbKU[/IMG][/QUOTE]
It sounds like FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
"The Thing in the Moonlight"
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Morgan is not a literary man; in fact he cannot speak English with any degree of coherency. That is what makes me wonder about the words he wrote, though others have laughed.
He was alone the evening it happened. Suddenly an unconquerable urge to write came over him, and taking pen in hand he wrote the following:
My name is Howard Phillips. I live at 66 College Street, in Providence, Rhode Island. On November 24, 1927–for I know not even what the year may be now–, I fell asleep and dreamed, since when I have been unable to awaken.
My dream began in a dank, reed-choked marsh that lay under a gray autumn sky, with a rugged cliff of lichen-crusted stone rising to the north. Impelled by some obscure quest, I ascended a rift or cleft in this beetling precipice, noting as I did so the black mouths of many fearsome burrows extending from both walls into the depths of the stony plateau.
At several points the passage was roofed over by the choking of the upper parts of the narrow fissure; these places being exceeding dark, and forbidding the perception of such burrows as may have existed there. In one such dark space I felt conscious of a singular accession of fright, as if some subtle and bodiless emanation from the abyss were engulfing my spirit; but the blackness was too great for me to perceive the source of my alarm.
At length I emerged upon a tableland of moss-grown rock and scanty soil, lit by a faint moonlight which had replaced the expiring orb of day. Casting my eyes about, I beheld no living object; but was sensible of a very peculiar stirring far below me, amongst the whispering rushes of the pestilential swamp I had lately quitted.
After walking for some distance, I encountered the rusty tracks of a street railway, and the worm-eaten poles which still held the limp and sagging trolley wire. Following this line, I soon came upon a yellow, vestibuled car numbered 1852–of a plain, double-trucked type common from 1900 to 1910. It was untenanted, but evidently ready to start; the trolley being on the wire and the air-brake now and then throbbing beneath the floor. I boarded it and looked vainly about for the light switch–noting as I did so the absence of the controller handle, which thus implied the brief absence of the motorman. Then I sat down in one of the cross seats of the vehicle. Presently I heard a swishing in the sparse grass toward the left, and saw the dark forms of two men looming up in the moonlight. They had the regulation caps of a railway company, and I could not doubt but that they were conductor and motorman. Then one of them sniffed with singular sharpness, and raised his face to howl to the moon. The other dropped on all fours to run toward the car.
I leaped up at once and raced madly out of that car and across endless leagues of plateau till exhaustion forced me to stop–doing this not because the conductor had dropped on all fours, but because the face of the motorman was a mere white cone tapering to one blood- red-tentacle…
I was aware that I only dreamed, but the very awareness was not pleasant. Since that fearful night, I have prayed only for awakening–it has not come!
Instead I have found myself an inhabitant of this terrible dream-world! That first night gave way to dawn, and I wandered aimlessly over the lonely swamp-lands. When night came, I still wandered, hoping for awakening. But suddenly I parted the weeds and saw before me the ancient railway car–and to one side a cone-faced thing lifted its head and in the streaming moonlight howled strangely!
It has been the same each day. Night takes me always to that place of horror. I have tried not moving, with the coming of nightfall, but I must walk in my slumber, for always I awaken with the thing of dread howling before me in the pale moonlight, and I turn and flee madly.
God! when will I awaken?
That is what Morgan wrote. I would go to 66 College Street in Providence, but I fear for what I might find there.
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Thread needed some Lovecraft.
[QUOTE=melindagreen;23227484]Doom?
Something about a chainsaw in a video game is awesomely cool but creepy at the same time[/QUOTE]
Post it. I love creepy video game stories.
[B]TO CLEAR UP THE FALLOUT 3 CREEPYPASTA:[/B]
[url]http://fallout.wikia.com/wiki/Fallout_3_radio_stations[/url]
Look at the "Temporary Signals". OK? OK.
They got a REALLY good picture of a UFO in China two days ago. It's probably one of the best one's I've ever seen.
[img]http://english.peopledaily.com.cn/mediafile/201007/09/P201007090755561564718782.jpg[/img]
[url]http://english.peopledaily.com.cn/90001/90782/90872/7058628.html[/url]
[quote]An unidentified flying object (UFO) disrupted air traffic over Zhejiang's provincial capital Hangzhou late on Wednesday, the municipal government said on Thursday.
Xiaoshan Airport was closed after the UFO was detected at around 9 pm, and some flights were rerouted to airports in the cities of Ningbo and Wuxi , said an airport spokesman, who declined to be named.
The airport had resumed operations, and more details will be released after an investigation, he said.
A source with knowledge of the matter, however, told China Daily on Thursday that authorities had learned what the UFO was after an investigation.
But it was not the proper time to publicly disclose the information because there was a military connection, he said, adding that an official explanation is expected to be given on Friday.
Inbound flights were diverted to the nearby airports in Zhejiang province's Ningbo and Jiangsu province's Wuxi. Outbound flights were delayed for three to four hours.
A staff member at the airport's information desk said the airport had "no idea" how many flights were affected by the closure.
At around 11 pm on Wednesday, a netizen wrote three entries announcing the airport's closure in
his microblog at Sina.com, but they were all soon deleted.
He posted an apology at midnight, saying the news had not been confirmed and asking those who had republished his earlier entries to delete them.[/quote]
This is as weird as the one in Soviet Russia that MIGs were scrambled to intercept.
[url]http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-4468185100897567649#[/url]
It looks like a aeroplane.
[QUOTE=Emperorconor;23232003]It looks like a aeroplane.[/QUOTE]
Looks nothing like an aeroplane.
[img]http://bogleech.com/comics/life.png[/img]
[QUOTE=redking;23229422]"The Thing in the Moonlight"
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Thread needed some Lovecraft.[/QUOTE]
About 3 paragraphs in I realized it was a Lovecraft story. I love his style.
[img]http://bogleech.com/comics/cn1.png[/img]
:wtc:
[QUOTE=Mbbird;23224541]Well this is rather strange. My bookcase is making tapping sounds, 2-3 in a burst, about 4 seconds apart each. I'm thinking either a big bug, mice, rats, or something stranger like a raccoon. The only two friends on steam I have awake also thought haunted, which did not help after having read this thread.
It's still rather scary, the taps just stopped after I kicked it a bunch (where I thought it was coming from) and hit it with a PS3 controller about 50 times.
Goddamned human brain. It's like when you're not nervous, but you body thinks you are and shakes anyway.[/QUOTE]
It could be the wood in your bookcase contracting or expanding due to heat, this is what causes scary tapping noises around the house.
[editline]09:11PM[/editline]
rate me informative
Does anyone have a copy of the I have No Mouth And I Must Scream Hate Speech (HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE) in audio form?
The end of the cult classic sleepaway camp where the revealed murderer turns out to be the main character who is apparently a girl but is, in fact, a boy who was raised as a girl. Its the most infamous ending to any horror movie ever and is "generally just fucking creepy"....
[QUOTE=Prof. Layton;23046434]An old lost tv show called Candle Cove.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2h5ym6ZlVY[/media][/QUOTE] i dont get how to watch this show i mean its just like i dont get it.
[QUOTE=thedude13;23236690]i dont get how to watch this show i mean its just like i dont get it.[/QUOTE]
you look at the video
holy SHIT you watched it
I watched that Candle Cove thing before reading about it and laughed my ass off.
[QUOTE=TrulliLulli;23235267]It could be the wood in your bookcase contracting or expanding due to heat, this is what causes scary tapping noises around the house.
[editline]09:11PM[/editline]
rate me informative[/QUOTE]
Or termites.
this is my favourite episode of Candle Cove
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjP6eVDjuIM&feature=related[/media]
Well, I think it's time to write my own creepypasta!
This one is video game style.
Back in the 70's, I actually used to have an Oddysee. Shure by todays standards it's a pile of shite, but back then it was amazing. I remeber all those Pong-consoles that were thrown in to cache in on the markets success. Many of them were samey, with nothing new to add. Just a rehash, but it could be excused for the technological limitations. I had one in particular that I could glitch out. First you had to loosen the cable so the system barely works, then all you had to do was move to far to the right (or left if you were player to) and it caused a grphics glitch that gave you 99 points, and gaining instant victory. (Yeah, it was one of those classy ones that actually kept score!) Since I didn't own anything else but that pong machine and an Oddysee, I never got the opportunity to pull of the glitch on any others. Though it was a fun way to cheat and beat my freinds easily. I sold the consoles in favor for Atari in the 80's, and I never saw that console again. That, and it was differfent then any others released. It was a one of a kind, (though the damn Pawn shop clerk didn't know) and I couldn't find any on the market like it. The controllers were nobs on the side of the larger end of the console. The console was slanted, with a small end in front and it got taller as it approached the back. On the back were those nobs. It was black with a would panel that had the various controls, and what I can assume may have been a device from keeping it from over-heating.
One day, in July of 2005, I seemingly stumbled upon this strange console again. I swear it was the same one, though it had a few marks and a little wear. And since I don't know the source (I never asked my parents where they bought the device) I wouldn't know if there were any others. I remember it having a worn label that I could never make out, and it had prctically faded to white. So to confirm my suspicions that this was the same one, I entered that same pawn store I and asked the clerk if I could take a look at it. But now something seemed strange about it, like it was beckoning me to purchase it. Under normal surcumstances I would've probably just left without buying it, considering it was strangly old and worn. But I just couldn't help myself. There was something wierd about it. I purchased it for around 700, about 200 more than I got it for when I was little. I went home and struggled with an old television in the basment, and finnally got it to work. After a while of playing the novelty-retro nostalgia wore off and I left to get on with life. But even when I was at my job, in another town entirely, I still had a burning desire to play it. But not just to play it, but do something in particular, that glitch. There wasn't anything spectacular and yet it seemed that I had to do it. So later that night I invited some friends over to play some good old pon g. They were surprised no one had bought it before I found it, which was the truth, there were no previous buyers, so had mentioned the store clerk. But my friends seemed to shy away from it, distracting me, and saying things like "This is boring, lets watch television", even if we had barely played for 30 seconds. But eventually they caved in. Little did they know I had the glitch up my sleeve. I had loosely plugged it in earlier before thier arrival. I began a new round and went directly right. But something wierd happened. The screen cut to black, and I thought I may have broken the game. I hit reset and a message appeared. Most of the letters were to heavily pixelated, but I though I could make out he, there, and a mysterious message saying " Look to the birds call" and then several letters in this order 472-109-3456-373947., followed by Cryptic symbols that I've never seen and were obviously not part of any well knwn religeon. Me and my freinds looked at each other, and we proceeded to right down the incident for future reference. Afeter revising the message, we could string toghether the first few words "There he lay, Oracle in hand" and other words later in thje paragraph including destiny,light, and several more symbols. But my best assumption is it was just a hack, probably the store clerk playing tricks, but every night my mind struggles to find the meaning.
END OF PART 1
Alternate ending:
I hit reset and a message appeared. Most of the letters were to heavily pixelated, but I though I could make out a mysterious message saying " He who smelt it dealt it." L:ater that night we killed my friend Charlie because he farted and then lied. The end.
[QUOTE=BananaFoam;23238352]Well, I think it's time to write my own creepypasta!
This one is video game style.
Back in the 70's, I actually used to have an Oddysee. Shure by todays standards it's a pile of shite, but back then it was amazing. I remeber all those Pong-consoles that were thrown in to cache in on the markets success. Many of them were samey, with nothing new to add. Just a rehash, but it could be excused for the technological limitations. I had one in particular that I could glitch out. First you had to loosen the cable so the system barely works, then all you had to do was move to far to the right (or left if you were player to) and it caused a grphics glitch that gave you 99 points, and gaining instant victory. (Yeah, it was one of those classy ones that actually kept score!) Since I didn't own anything else but that pong machine and an Oddysee, I never got the opportunity to pull of the glitch on any others. Though it was a fun way to cheat and beat my freinds easily. I sold the consoles in favor for Atari in the 80's, and I never saw that console again. That, and it was differfent then any others released. It was a one of a kind, (though the damn Pawn shop clerk didn't know) and I couldn't find any on the market like it. The controllers were nobs on the side of the larger end of the console. The console was slanted, with a small end in front and it got taller as it approached the back. On the back were those nobs. It was black with a would panel that had the various controls, and what I can assume may have been a device from keeping it from over-heating.
One day, in July of 2005, I seemingly stumbled upon this strange console again. I swear it was the same one, though it had a few marks and a little wear. And since I don't know the source (I never asked my parents where they bought the device) I wouldn't know if there were any others. I remember it having a worn label that I could never make out, and it had prctically faded to white. So to confirm my suspicions that this was the same one, I entered that same pawn store I and asked the clerk if I could take a look at it. But now something seemed strange about it, like it was beckoning me to purchase it. Under normal surcumstances I would've probably just left without buying it, considering it was strangly old and worn. But I just couldn't help myself. There was something wierd about it. I purchased it for around 700, about 200 more than I got it for when I was little. I went home and struggled with an old television in the basment, and finnally got it to work. After a while of playing the novelty-retro nostalgia wore off and I left to get on with life. But even when I was at my job, in another town entirely, I still had a burning desire to play it. But not just to play it, but do something in particular, that glitch. There wasn't anything spectacular and yet it seemed that I had to do it. So later that night I invited some friends over to play some good old pon g. They were surprised no one had bought it before I found it, which was the truth, there were no previous buyers, so had mentioned the store clerk. But my friends seemed to shy away from it, distracting me, and saying things like "This is boring, lets watch television", even if we had barely played for 30 seconds. But eventually they caved in. Little did they know I had the glitch up my sleeve. I had loosely plugged it in earlier before thier arrival. I began a new round and went directly right. But something wierd happened. The screen cut to black, and I thought I may have broken the game. I hit reset and a message appeared. Most of the letters were to heavily pixelated, but I though I could make out he, there, and a mysterious message saying " Look to the birds call" and then several letters in this order 472-109-3456-373947., followed by Cryptic symbols that I've never seen and were obviously not part of any well knwn religeon. Me and my freinds looked at each other, and we proceeded to right down the incident for future reference. Afeter revising the message, we could string toghether the first few words "There he lay, Oracle in hand" and other words later in thje paragraph including destiny,light, and several more symbols. But my best assumption is it was just a hack, probably the store clerk playing tricks, but every night my mind struggles to find the meaning.
END OF PART 1
Alternate ending:
I hit reset and a message appeared. Most of the letters were to heavily pixelated, but I though I could make out a mysterious message saying " He who smelt it dealt it." L:ater that night we killed my friend Charlie because he farted and then lied. The end.[/QUOTE]
lolwut? Rather anticlimatic...feels like I just lost a couple minutes of my life that I'll never get back, lol.
[QUOTE=BananaFoam;23238352] Pretty cool creepypasta [/QUOTE]
Wow, that one was actually pretty good, not scary at all but a little interesting, if that were true, i would be AMAZED.
[QUOTE=eatdembeanz;23235892]Does anyone have a copy of the I have No Mouth And I Must Scream Hate Speech (HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR YOU. HATE. HATE) in audio form?[/QUOTE]
No, but I found that reading through it was very satisfying.
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