• Generally just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread
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You know those G-major videos on youtube? I'm making one of my favourite songs that usually make me happy when I'm listening to it sound like that, and it's fucking terrifying. :v: Maybe I'll upload it to Youtube and post it here.
[QUOTE=MonkeyFun;23245042]Here's one I just found on /x/. Yep, it ends there.[/QUOTE] You know, i was just about to say that this thread was lacking in creepy, but then you posted that, :iia: i really wish they ended it.
It's stuck on my mind already :ohdear: [editline]07:14AM[/editline] damn, automerge
[QUOTE=Mr. Scorpio;23242136][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iw-88h-LcTk&playnext_from=TL&videos=KEglrkx6OdU[/media] BENNYYY[/QUOTE] they made a game after that story? wow.
[QUOTE=coco911231;23245148]You know, i was just about to say that this thread was lacking in creepy, but then you posted that, :iia: i really wish they ended it.[/QUOTE] Unfortunately it had to be ended because of this segment right here. [quote]...Taking the [b]candle, Jack[/b]...[/quote]
So I saw this on /x/ and then looked it up to see if I could find the story. Stumbled across your post and thought I would throw some /x/ loving your way. Made this account just to reply to this. ._.
[QUOTE=Sterile;23245335]So I saw this on /x/ and then looked it up to see if I could find the story. Stumbled across your post and thought I would throw some /x/ loving your way. Made this account just to reply to this. ._.[/QUOTE] Wow, no problem! :v:
^^' Feel like a loser now.
Shit, why can't I resist coming back to this thread?
So in the creapy story about Three-Dog giving out some code when he dies or some shit.....Britney is gonna fucking win a Oscar??? IN 2023??? And WHO is gonna kick bums in the nuts?And the Queen of Britain is gonna die in 2 years?Can someone explain this to me!!
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THjZ5xefjzo[/media] Enjoy :v:
[QUOTE=NoobSauce;23245408]So in the creapy story about Three-Dog giving out some code when he dies or some shit.....Britney is gonna fucking win a Oscar??? IN 2023??? And WHO is gonna kick bums in the nuts?And the Queen of Britain is gonna die in 2 years?Can someone explain this to me!![/QUOTE] Basically I am gonna assassinate the queen in two years, upload a vid of me kicking bums in the nuts, and rig the Oscars just to freak everyone in this thread out.
The scariness begins at the 20 second mark.
[QUOTE=MonkeyFun;23245042]Here's one I just found on /x/. [quote]“I'll go.” said Jack. Nobody really wanted to protest. I gave him the candle, and Sam pulled out his matchbook and lit it. After taking the [B]candle, Jack[/B] went into the room, as scared as the rest of us. He slowly entered the room. The screaming was fucking loud. We were all about to bail on him. And that's wh[/quote]Yep, it ends there.[/QUOTE] Rate me dumb/whatever, but I think I found the joke, and the reason the story ended. Honestly, considering the source of this story, I wouldn't be surprised by this. :colbert: [editline]12:50AM[/editline] Fucking ninja'd. Goddammit.
[QUOTE=Wyrmdraken;23244712]Has anyone actually listened to it all yet? No? Pussies.[/QUOTE] I listened to all of it. It hurt me ears more than it made me scared. It's a tad bit creepy, mostly at 2:40, but not much.
Okay, I'm not sleeping tonight after reading just the first few pages of this.
[QUOTE=Stizzles;23245481][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THjZ5xefjzo[/media] Enjoy :v:[/QUOTE] Is it bad that I legitimately like this... thing (hesitant to call it music) Something that may fit running through dark hallways in HL2 blasting fast zombies or something.
[QUOTE=Zorgoth64;23240964] [img]http://bogleech.com/comics/ketchup.png[/img][/QUOTE] Where does relish come from? :ohdear:
Well, here's the original: [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sdlH96L1wc[/media] It's not scary at all :3:
Oh shit, someone just called me and I was met with just a tone. Who was phone? :derp:
[QUOTE=Stizzles;23246093]Well, here's the original: [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sdlH96L1wc[/media] It's not scary at all :3:[/QUOTE] I like the distorted version more :buddy:
[QUOTE=Wyrmdraken;23244712]Has anyone actually listened to it all yet? No? Pussies.[/QUOTE] I listened to the first minute or two and nothing happened. What was I supposed to hear?
[QUOTE=Wyrmdraken;23244712]Has anyone actually listened to it all yet? No? Pussies.[/QUOTE] I did, when does the scary start?
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[QUOTE=ExplodingGuy;23246604]I did, when does the scary start?[/QUOTE] It was scarier after I read all the posts saying how scary it was :geno:
[IMG]http://filesmelt.com/dl/1278687028452.jpg[/IMG] i find that picture incredibly disturbing and i don't know why
Wrote this myself just now; borrowed a few classic conventions, but maybe I'll try writing another one later. --- As a child whenever I was sick, my parents would let me stay home from school. They were relatively lax; and allowed me to rest on the sofa in the living room so I could watch the television. The room wasn't so big; but it was a comfy area for the family to sit down with guests. The entire northern wall was lined with glass; and a patio door that led to the backyard. I found myself sick one day and found myself practicing my usual routine; making myself comfortable on the couch while simultaneously turning on my favorite cartoons. Eventually, I found myself falling into a much needed sleep. It wasn't until I woke from my sleep, that I began to worry. My head was pounding, and throbbing. Even though it happened so long ago; I can vividly remember the pain that I went through. It came in waves; each one coming seemingly faster and more intense. I was scared that this was the end, and I was going to die. In panic, tears rolling down my face; I began to take notice of the environment. I was still in the living area, but it was pitch black; obviously very late in the evening. I tried to gain my bearings and made an effort to get off the couch, but each tiny movement brought more pain. Eventually, I gave up off getting off the couch, and fell back onto my pillow. That's when I really freaked out. Outside, I could make out the shape of a man standing in our backyard. It was too dark to make out any distinct features, but I could tell something was wrong with him from the dark outline. His body was tilted to one side, as if all his weight was trying to topple him. His right leg was bent inward at an impossible angle, and looked liked it was about to snap off from his body all together. Then it started to move. I was certain this was no longer a man; as I watched in pure terror. His left leg lurched forward slowly, as it dragged the rest of it's body with it. I could now see that the head was swiveling on its neck as if it was a rag doll. Its right arm was as stiff as a board, and never moved from its position, almost as if it was attached to his body. As it took another lurch towards the house, towards me, it's left arm raised in the air and it pointed it's finger at my face. I tried to scream, but I can't honestly remember if any sound came out. I whipped the covers off and tried to run, but I collapsed on the floor. I watched helplessly as the thing approached ever closer. I found myself praying to the God my parents always told me could help; but even God could not banish this demon. With one final lunger, the monster was now in front of the patio door. At this distance, the thing was visible, barely. I found myself vomiting on the floor taking in the sight of it. One of it's eyes was missing, and maggots had taken it's place, crawling around it's face. It's nose was long since eaten away, only leaving a bloody mess where it once occupied it's face. His skin had boils and was constantly gushing bodily fluids in a never ending stream of gore. He then tapped on the glass. I looked at him, observing everything, the image burned into my brain. He was dressed in a suit and tie, but it was charred black. I could now see that his right leg was hanging on by mere strands of afflicted flesh and black bone. He was wearing a watch on his wrist, but the face of it was too dirty to make out anything. "It's time.", the thing said in a crackled voice. Terrified, I did nothing as the thing stood there. He had many things to say, and had an intimate knowledge of my life. He warned me of things that would happen in my life, and told me specifically what he wanted me to do. He warned me that disobeying these orders would result in unpleasant "consequences" as he snarled at me with his raspy throat. Everything he said, my subconscious mind absorbed; even if my conscious mind was too terrified to process it. And then, with no sudden warning, he vanished into the night sky. I never did forget that night. A few days later, when my best friend ratted me out to the teacher that I cheated on my quiz, I recalled the monster's warning that a close friend would betray me. I shuddered at the memory of the monster; but I dismissed the warning as mere coincidence. After all, it was a pretty vague thread, friends piss each other off all the time. A few years later I decided to ditch class one day and decided to hang out at the skate park. It was the same day that I broke my arm. While laying down in my bed, arm in cast, that I remembered the monster warning me that I would break my arm around this time and that I should take my class studies seriously. After that event, I really turned my life around. I graduated at the top of my High School to the astonishment of teachers and my parents. My friends and I became closer, as I started to be the more sensible one and steered us away from particularly bad decisions. Thanks to my foreknowledge of certain events, I even managed to avoid loosing the girl of my dreams, and I think I'm going to propose to her. I do admit, I feel a bit selfish keeping this knowledge to myself, but nobody would believe me anyway. And frankly, I sleep better at night not recalling it. I was able to make something of myself, and influence my friends and loved ones for the better. But then one day it happened. I came home that day from the university to find my mother in a nervous wreck in the very same room so many years ago where I saw the thing. She latched onto me, crying her eyes dry. She was hysterical, talking about how my father was out late last night at the office. I finally managed to realize what had happened; my father was dead, killed by a drunk driver. My mother left the room, and I grew very angry. WHY DIDN'T THE THING WARN ME OF THIS? The only thought that raced through my mind as my anger grew. It saw fit to tell me everything I could prevent up until this point. If I had known my father was going to die, I would have come home a day earlier and stopped him. At the funeral, everyone was there to pay their respects to a great man. My mother and I were greeted my friends and family alike, expressing their condolences. As we made our way to my father, I stopped dead in my tracks. I began to cry as my mother tried to comfort me, but she couldn't. She didn't know what I knew. I saw my father, laying in the casket, wearing the same suit and watch that the monster wore years ago. ---
[QUOTE=JLea;23247519][IMG]http://filesmelt.com/dl/1278687028452.jpg[/IMG] i find that picture incredibly disturbing and i don't know why[/QUOTE] :cawg: I laughed so hard at that. [img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/SUP1.jpg[/img]
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