• Generally just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread
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[QUOTE=Asm;23279136][img]http://**********************************/images/c/ca/WhenNightFalls.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] Encylopaedia Dramatica ain't allowed around here son, I'm afraid. :clint: Good to see you changed it though. [editline]07:18PM[/editline] That is p. creepy... :ohdear:
-snip- Fuck you ninja
[QUOTE=Jamsponge;23279166]Encylopaedia Dramatica ain't allowed around here son, I'm afraid. :clint: Good to see you changed it though. [editline]07:18PM[/editline] That is p. creepy... :ohdear:[/QUOTE] Yeah, theres a whole page dedicated to creepypasta on there. Its really awesome considering its Encyclopaedia Dramatica. [quote][b]The Railroad[/b] My cousin and I had gone to San Antonio, and we had heard rumors of some haunted railroad tracks. The story was, a school bus full of children had stalled on these tracks with a train coming. The train was going too fast for there to be time to get the children off. So they all died. When we finally found the tracks, we stopped the car, parking it right on the railroad tracks. We were both a little nervous, and scared, and waited for something to happen. Just when we were about to leave, the car started rolling. We were both too freaked out to do any more than grab each other and gasp, eyes wide, mouths open. After what seemed like an eternity, (but was actually less than five minutes tops) the car stopped rolling. We looked around, and we were off the railroad tracks. Now, that may not seem spooky, but what we saw next scared us enough to jump back in the car and make the six hour trip home THAT NIGHT. Both of us got out of the car and walked around to the back. After the first six hour drive, our car had accumulated quite a bit of dust on it. That's not scary, no. But what was scary was the little sets of handprints all over the back of the car. All the size of children's hands [b]A Mother's Love[/b] One afternoon, a couple was traveling on by car when at a far distance they saw a woman in the middle of the road, waving frantically. The wife told her husband to keep on driving because it might be too dangerous, but the husband decided to pass by slowly so he wouldn't stay with the doubt on his mind of what might have happened and the chances of anyone being hurt. As they got closer, they noticed a woman with cuts and bruises on her face as well as on her arms. They then decide to stop and see if they could be of any help. The cut and bruised woman was begging for help telling them that she had been in a car accident and that her husband and son, a new born baby, were still inside the car which was in a deep ditch. She told them that the husband was already dead but that her baby seemed to still be alive. The husband that was traveling decided to get down and try to rescue the baby and he asked the hurt woman to stay with his wife inside the their car. When he got down he noticed two people in the front seats of the car but he didn't pay any attention to it and took out the baby quickly and got up to take the baby to it's mother. When he got up, he didn't see the mother anywhere so he asked his wife where she had gone. She told him that the woman followed him back to the crashed car. When the husband went back to look for her, he noticed that clearly the couple in the front seats were dead, one of whom was unmistakeably the woman who had flagged them down. [b]Sarah O' Bannon[/b] Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. In a certain small town Harold, the local gravedigger, upon hearing a bell one night, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time, it wasn't either. A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburied. "Are you Sarah O'Bannon?" Harold asked. "Yes!" The muffled voice asserted. "You were born on September 17, 1827?" "Yes!" "The gravestone here says you died on February 20, 1857." "No, I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!" "Sorry about this, ma'am," Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. "But this is August. Whatever you are down there, you sure as hell ain't alive no more, and you ain't comin' up." [b]Wristbands[/b] When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people. There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in. The doctor said, "That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?" The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, "Something like this?" [b]The Other Watcher[/b] A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk. At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red." [b]The Last Man On Earth[/b] The last man on Earth came home one night. He turned the lights off, got into bed, then remembered he had left the TV on. He reached for a match, and a match was put into his hand. [b]Upstairs[/b] When I was a child my family moved to a big old two-floor house, with big empty rooms and creaking floorboards. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I came home from school. One early evening when I came home the house was still dark. I called out, "Mum?" and heard her sing song voice say "Yeeeeees?" from upstairs. I called her again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in, and again got the same "Yeeeeees?" reply. We were decorating at the time, and I didn't know my way around the maze of rooms but she was in one of the far ones, right down the hall. I felt uneasy, but I figured that was only natural so I rushed forward to see my mum, knowing that her presence would calm my fears, as a mother's presence always does. Just as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself in to the room I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother call "Sweetie, are you home?" in a cheery voice. I jumped back, startled and ran down the stairs to her, but as I glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack. For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there, and I don't know what it was, but it was staring at me. [/quote] These are just a few
[img]http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/3395/383pxnowdoyourememberby.jpg[/img] [editline]06:29PM[/editline] Uggh filesmelt [editline]06:29PM[/editline] Freaky it won't upload anywhere
[QUOTE=Asm;23279320]Yeah, theres a whole page dedicated to creepypasta on there. Its really awesome considering its Encyclopaedia Dramatica. These are just a few[/QUOTE] That first story about the tracks, we have some in here in Indiana that do that, and they aren't more than 35 minutes away from my house at most.
Good posts guys, the Other Watcher always gets me.
[QUOTE=Asm;23279136][img]http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/2460/hurf.jpg[/img][/QUOTE] do people still think little girls are creepy?
[QUOTE=Asm;23279136]*Picture*[/QUOTE] "Hey, that looks a bit like penumbra or something!" "What's that down there? Is that sprite?" "Hmm, slightly creepy, reminds me of alma from FEAR or-" "GAHFUCK" "SCROLL FASTER DAMN YOU" Seriously though that was a good one.
[QUOTE=BananaFoam;23279441]That first story about the tracks, we have some in here in Indiana that do that, and they aren't more than 35 minutes away from my house at most.[/QUOTE] I don't know why it said they were scared out of their minds. The children are just trying to save them from suffering the same fate :frown:
Why do I even bother going to these threads? It means I can't sleep :saddowns:
One day was girl then the next day she was blood.
The only thing that has made me lose sleep [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QU-Kf7ZIYI&feature=related[/media]
[QUOTE=Carbon Knight;23280034]The only thing that has made me lose sleep [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QU-Kf7ZIYI&feature=related[/media][/QUOTE] I don't see what's so scary about it.
Something wierd just happened. I was at the bottom of the last page, I had zoomed down past the picture, but I din't even move the mouse, and it zoomed up to the picture.
That's what happens when pictures haven't loaded and your at the bottom of the page.
Guys, thought you were mindfucked from that still picture? Do you see anything? [IMG]http://filesmelt.com/dl/Mindfuck_3.jpg[/IMG]
Hm...nothing around the circle, nothing on the stai-OH GAAAWDD!! :geno:
[QUOTE=MisterMooth;23276328]That's not the actual game, you know. [/QUOTE] Yeah, it's supossed to be a remake.
Well I had this one tripety-fucking-night from hell one time (posted it in some creepy thread) someone mind quoting it here? too tired to find/write the stuff all over again
I can't find any creepypasta that genuinely creeps me out anymore.
[QUOTE=mrhippieguy;23267530]This just happened, a few minutes ago. I took a picture of the sandwich and coffee I made for a food thread, but it was somewhat green and dark(but incredibly sharp). I opened up GIMP, adjusted the hue, started adjusting the brightness and contrast, when i missed the brightness slider and it went up rather high. that's when i saw it. (if you didn't see it, look at the bottle again. there's a face like a muppet wearing sunglasses with Gordon Freeman's frames) That's not my face, I was sitting back, out of the light. Needless to say, I shat bricks. This was taken right in front of my monitor, and now I know I'm not going to sleep tonight, or turn off my lamp.[/QUOTE] you sure that wasn't something printed on the bottle? If not you are being haunted :buddy:
[quote=swim;23279647]do people still think little girls are creepy?[/quote] why would you do that to me?! Also would someone tell me what happens in this video?v [URL]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EhkC-xLi5DI[/URL] I'm too fucking paranoid to even watch the beginning.
I think I might pay Eric Dellums to say a bunch of numbers and couple it with some fallout footage, that way this could pass off as real. (The OP that is)
[QUOTE=Carbon Knight;23280034]The only thing that has made me lose sleep [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QU-Kf7ZIYI&feature=related[/media][/QUOTE] King ramses is 10X more scary.
I don't know if it's been posted, but may I introduce you to Rubber Johnny? [media][url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3far9oHZOsI[/url][/media]
[QUOTE=zenhorse;23280661]Guys, thought you were mindfucked from that still picture? Do you see anything? [IMG]http://filesmelt.com/dl/Mindfuck_3.jpg[/IMG][/QUOTE] What is this guy there in the left doing there? [editline]09:51PM[/editline] oh, damn that was obvious = :fappery:
hey guise jojacob hs meid ded burt remaik lol [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XOnHQQ1_wZw[/media]
[url=http://www.milliondollarhorse.com/]This website goes into detail about a pretty believable and probably scenario of events that could lead to global catastrophe[/url]. Made me :tinfoil:
Heres another one. WARNING:THIS WILL BE SCARY! DO NOT LOOK IF YOU ARE FAINT HEARTED! Stareat the doorway (where the blue stuff is.) After a few seconds, an image should appear in your head. [IMG]http://filesmelt.com/dl/house.gif[/IMG]
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