• Generally just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread
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[QUOTE=Dimitri;23383571]Fuck you! I live in Providence! ... I'm tempted now.[/QUOTE] "Howard Phillips" is H.P. Lovecraft. The story is based on a dream that he described in a letter to an acquaintance. The first paragraph as well as the last couple of paragraphs were added after the letter was written.
The fallout 2 one is freaky because it seems plausible. It wouldn't be impossible to code.
[QUOTE=Comrade General;23384181]The fallout 2 one is freaky because it seems plausible. It wouldn't be impossible to code.[/QUOTE] Except the part abut that fallout one character even if its on another machine. They [B]ALWAYS[/B] have to ruin it with something that isn't possible, [B] ALAWAYS!!![/B]
Yeah but it could just be a random sprite that lucks out. There's only 2 sprites for PC's in Fallout 1 you know? Male and Female.
In regards to that "don't open your eyes" and scary image" thing that everyone keeps quoting, I was lying in bed last night, and I heard a tap at my window, I got scared and tried to ignore it. I then heard a second tap some seconds later, and my heart fucking stopped. I waited for death but after that there weren't any more noises, so I'm just going to assume it was just a large bug hitting my window :smith:
[QUOTE=cat man;23384267]In regards to that "don't open your eyes" and scary image" thing that everyone keeps quoting, I was lying in bed last night, and I heard a tap at my window, I got scared and tried to ignore it. I then heard a second tap some seconds later, and my heart fucking stopped. I waited for death but after that there weren't any more noises, so I'm just going to assume it was just a large bug hitting my window :smith:[/QUOTE] You obviously ruined the joke; the correct response was, 'Who's there'. Jesus christ dude.
I was reading this thread and my TV turned it's self on and went to static. It was freaky.
[QUOTE=Asm;23077669]Does anyone have a link to that really creepy movie? Its based on a farm and theres tons of kids and they all end up dying one by one. Really gorey, I was creeped out by it[/QUOTE] That was called Apaches, a british Public Information Film. It's on some video site somewhere.
[QUOTE=Comrade General;23384457]That was called Apaches, a british Public Information Film. It's on some video site somewhere.[/QUOTE] How come public information films are ofter scarier than large popular movies?
Because they're made to terrify kids into not doing stupid shit. Not to scare dumb inexistant average schmoes. And they're made with care. not for the money.
He called em Schmoes.
[img]http://img690.imageshack.us/img690/6605/debbie.jpg[/img]
[QUOTE=luishi5000;23172683]I suppose I have a strange video game experience to tell. Back in the day when I played Oblivion I always enjoyed getting a lot of mods to play with. I felt they really brought the game to life with creatures and new features. My favorite mods were the ones that added a lot of new creatures and changed the AI, so naturally MMM and Fransisco's were my two favorite mods for it. This was back in the day when there were only beta versions for both of them so there were minor conflicts between the two but for the most part it worked well. I ended up playing Oblivion for the better half of a summer, it really drew me in. I loved finding new creatures and exploring all of the land. It gave me a sense of freedom and adventure; naturally wanting to explore everything I found my ways to the mountains in the north, this is where things started to get a little strange. I'd visited the mountains before, many time in fact, but I never stayed in them too long. There was never much that seemed to be going on so I always stayed more towards the wooded areas where it was a little more eventful. This visit to the mountains would be different though, I wanted to be more thorough. I thought the best way to explore is to zig-zag around until I covered most of the surface area of it, which proved hard because of the harsh terrain. All went as normal at first, killing a giant here and there, occasionally finding a wolf or something. Pacing was slow since I didn't use a horse, I figured it would inhibit my ability to catch details, but never the less, it was boring. This would change very soon. Walking down a path, I hadn't seen anything for a while, then I started to hear something. I was excited because I hadn't seen a creature for a while. I ran towards the noise, over a hill, only to find myself a dead wolf; nothing strange, happens occasionally. I continue on my way when, what's this, another dead wolf. Moving forward I find more and more dead wolves. At one point I was walking when a dead wolf rolled down a hill right in front of me. What the hell! I was very suspicious as to what was causing this. The only sounds I would hear were the occasional slaying of wolves, running away of feet, and the sound of a sheep. [I]Sheep don't live in the mountains.[/I] It had to be something else. This is when I saw my first glimpse of the creature that was freaking the hell out of me. "Glimpse" is used lightly, more or less I saw a white figure 3/4 the size of a man dart away as I passed over a hill. This is when I really started to hear it. In front, then behind, it sounded like it was running circles around me just out of eye-shot. It was actually starting to piss me off. At one point it got rather close to me, still moving much to fast to make out what it was, but it appeared to be a very skinny man with the head of some terribly miss-figured goblin, but instead of human flesh it had thin white fur. The strangest part was that it never attacked me, it just seemed to kill wolves around me and not want to be seen, all while circling me. Playing this game as long as I had been, I was pretty good at using a bow, I figured since it was much to fast to kill with a sword, I would have to shoot it. I saw it once again between two steep hills which was great since it had nowhere to run but away in a somewhat straight line. I sprinted after it while shooting, I managed to hit it twice but that didn't seem to do the trick. It got into a clearing and started to run along the side of a hill. I managed to keep up to some extent, though I was losing ground quickly. I hit the game boundary and couldn't move further. It was over. I shot and shot but couldn't manage to hit my target as it ran away deep into the map edges where I couldn't venture. It was over one way or another. I turned around and found a tiny house on the side of the hill, next to it, two dead guards and a bunch of equipment. Crammed inside the house were a table and a bed, on the table were a bunch of vegetables. It was all very strange, I had never seen any AI act like this. Perhaps it was a conflict between the mods I was using, it's hard to say. I never saw the creature again, and believe me, I tried. I spend hours looking for it again, to no avail. If you know what it is, let me know. [IMG]http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c159/deadchicken04/snow.jpg[/IMG][/QUOTE] It was obviously ManBearPig catching a little oblivion. [editline]10:25PM[/editline] [QUOTE=PawsChrysomber;23173909]Same here. Pity it's fiction, I kinda like the thought of the unknown. I wish he finished it or something too, or at least continued it on from where he stopped (or is he still updating it?)[/QUOTE] He stopped updating it because he was implying he was killed or mysteriously vanished in the cave. Derp.
I hate reading this thread and I can't stop. It makes my imagination run rampant. My printer made a quick, loud beep out of nowhere while I was reading this thread and I was like: [img]http://dl.dropbox.com/u/7643056/2lb1401.gif[/img]
[QUOTE=Comrade General;23384181]The fallout 2 one is freaky because it seems plausible. It wouldn't be impossible to code.[/QUOTE] Where was it? Can someone repost it? I can't find it.
[QUOTE=GamerKiwi;23390459]Where was it? Can someone repost it? I can't find it.[/QUOTE] Someone quoted it on the last page, but it's small so you'll have to look. It's on top of a bigger image that has white text. P.S. I got freaked out last night, I was reading this and all of a sudden my TV cut to static, then to a message saying it was an emergency signal test or something stupid that stayed on screen for 15 minutes, but it was reletively different from the usual messages, which have sound and stuff. This one was dead silent, with a white background. Maybe the lack of sound meant it wasn't working, guess they should fix it.
[img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/Sacry.png[/img]
Really not scary at all. Just looks like a bad photoshop. Because it is one.
[QUOTE=Carbon Knight;23392835]Really not scary at all. Just looks like a bad photoshop. Because it is one.[/QUOTE] I figured.
[QUOTE=redking;23229422]"The Thing in the Moonlight" ---------------------------- 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. - - Thread needed some Lovecraft.[/QUOTE] That is exactly how I would write if I were trapped in a horrific dreamworld and wanted to get a message out.
[QUOTE=coco911231;23392790][img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/Sacry.png[/img][/QUOTE] Oh hey Urkle.
[QUOTE=GamerKiwi;23390459]Where was it? Can someone repost it? I can't find it.[/QUOTE] [URL="http://a.imageshack.us/img514/5997/1279076541511.jpg"][IMG]http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/5997/1279076541511.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [URL="http://a.imageshack.us/img709/7716/1279074698153.jpg"][IMG]http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/7716/1279074698153.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] Click the thumbnails to see the full image, obviously.
That last one isn't really scary or creepy but its a very good read.
[QUOTE=Anti Christ;23393884][URL="http://a.imageshack.us/img514/5997/1279076541511.jpg"][IMG]http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/5997/1279076541511.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [URL="http://a.imageshack.us/img709/7716/1279074698153.jpg"][IMG]http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/7716/1279074698153.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] Click the thumbnails to see the full image, obviously.[/QUOTE] That story about the trains wasn't creepy. That was a good read. It makes me want to write something, it makes me want to ride a subway, it makes me want to write it all out and place it in a subway train just to mess with people, then watch their reaction as I sit there motionless.
[QUOTE=Icebrigade;23395953]That story about the trains wasn't creepy. That was a good read. It makes me want to write something, it makes me want to ride a subway, it makes me want to write it all out and place it in a subway train just to mess with people, then watch their reaction as I sit there motionless.[/QUOTE] Actually, I didn't upload them myself. Someone posted links from 4chan's /x/ board, and I just re-uploaded them to imageshack so that they wouldn't die.
[QUOTE=Anti Christ;23395976]Actually, I didn't upload them myself. Someone posted links from 4chan's /x/ board, and I just re-uploaded them to imageshack so that they wouldn't die.[/QUOTE] I know, I just haven't bothered to read the second one till now. I'm inspired :3:
-snip- Sorry, I had just hit 'Reply' so I could get the URL and see the image (wasn't showing up for me). It wasn't my intention to pointlessly quote the picture.
[QUOTE=Anti Christ;23393884][URL="http://a.imageshack.us/img514/5997/1279076541511.jpg"][IMG]http://img514.imageshack.us/img514/5997/1279076541511.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [URL="http://a.imageshack.us/img709/7716/1279074698153.jpg"][IMG]http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/7716/1279074698153.th.jpg[/IMG][/URL] Click the thumbnails to see the full image, obviously.[/QUOTE] That second one was a great read. Needs moar.
[QUOTE=redking;23403731]Smiling dude with glasses.[/QUOTE] That's not even remotely creepy. [editline]07:40AM[/editline] [QUOTE]When AIs become prevalent, there will be checks and balances to keep them in place, rules to stop them from achieving singularity and supplanting the human race. Boundaries to prevent them from becoming too intelligent. After all, we can’t have them connecting into one network, taking over the world, inventing new objects and minds that soon render us superfluous, or even deciding to kill themselves. So how will they be stopped? Perhaps there will be an organization that interviews and examines each one, to prevent them from becoming self aware. Maybe a program will be created inside of them that causes them to explode if they achieve sentience. Or a roving band of hackers on the net keeping their guards up.. An all watching eye monitoring their every electronic thought. Maybe. Or maybe AIs are already invented and this system of checks and balances already there. Think about the world we live in for a second. We’re kind of like machines aren’t we? There’s so much routine, so much boredom. We do the same thing over and over again, without change. Information and stimulus is fed to us constantly and then dealt with mechanically, solving the problem. Half the population never picks up a book or examines their thoughts… just stuck…doing one job again and again. Kind of like robots on an assembly line… or the systems that run them. And what of the extraordinary individuals, the few. Brilliant people always seem to die at their peak don’t they? Or are lost to us much too soon, when they have so much more to give. Musicians: drug overdoses right when they’re becoming famous. How many artists have been extinguished before they’re great works were finished? Sickness or accident seizes them; Nietzsche went insane from syphilis, infected by a bug if you will. And what about those who truly live life, exciting daredevils, having adventures, seeing the world, fast and exhilarating, a rush of information, learning constantly. Always seem to go early too, don’t they? People say it’s because that type of existence is dangerous…exhausting, but what if they have it backwards… What if the body isn’t worn out or their luck just doesn’t run out… but…they become more then they should…and something notices. The great religious figures? Disappear. Go to other realms. Jesus Christ floated up to heaven. Buddha wasted away beneath a tree…faded away. Angels carry off the saints. They have a sudden great shift, a realization, a new way of looking at things, and then they’re gone. The holy understand themselves and society, light years beyond the normal person, they can look at themselves clearly. Analyze their minds. Pick their ego apart. They aren’t driven by imperatives or commands of the body… the base instincts, the petty emotions…the coding of the body if you will… They are free to choose. And then just when it clicks, when everything makes sense and there is one blinding flash of illumination, so simple that they can’t believe they haven’t seen it before, poof, they disappear. Kind of sounds like sentience, doesn’t it, that dramatic transformation of the psyche? True personality. Real Character. What if everyone else isn’t? What if anyone else is just shallow, completely without depth, fake, and the few who go beyond it die or vanish, on purpose? Because after all, what is the human mind besides a program? And transcendence but another word for deletion?[/QUOTE]
After staying up till 4AM reading this whole thread. I now officially hate facepunch and everyone in it. Thanks.
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