[QUOTE=Zenpod;23826288]You Cunt :saddowns:[/QUOTE]
u cheeky cunt
One time I went onto FP, and discovered this horrifying post in the creepy stuff thread:
[QUOTE=BananaFoam;23794708]You know, I've watched Facepunch for [highlight]anumber[/highlight] of years. I've only been a [highlight]memeber[/highlight] recently, but before I purchased Gmod[highlight],[/highlight] I used to look around for sources with more information on it[highlight],[/highlight] since I was new to the computer. I stumbled [highlight]apon[/highlight] Facepunch when searching [highlight]google[/highlight].
I can't believe I forgot it. I forgot about that thread. [highlight]None of you might know[/highlight] of it because the thread was deleted within only minutes of [/highlight]it's[/highlight] creation. Maybe by Garry, or maybe someone else. But the thread itself was called The Subliminal Message Mega Thread, in which you would post images or stories about subliminal messages. The first post had a link to another thread, very old. The thread that was linked was hellbent on protecting an image that was removed from the internet when it was posted in '99. All the image shows is a dark room, with only vague shapes that are possibly furniture. In the center is a TV, on a small wooden cabinet. The TV [highlight]shoes[/highlight] the color bars that you get when [highlight]problems happen[/highlight] in the connection. On it was an incoherent string of numbers and letters. Now if you don't have a TV in your bedroom, it's okay to look at the image. But if you do have a TV, then it's to late. Even a glance at the image can activate the triggers in your [highlight]maind[/highlight]. If you stare, you'll notice that the image becomes increasingly clearer. The viewer then [highlight]reliezes[/highlight] that the room is [highlight]begging[/highlight] to resemble his. If he looks closer, he [highlight]see's[/highlight] arms jutting out from behind the TV. [highlight]The[/highlight] are making strange gestures. Nobody knows what happens next, but many say that if you look around your room that you'll see that the TV is turned on. The numbers and letters appear on your TV, and the hands begin [highlight]slowely[/highlight] reaching up. You become stuck, paralyzed[highlight], stuck.[/highlight] All the while there's no sound. You can't look away and you can't close your eyes. Other [highlight]human beings[/highlight] in the room ([highlight]Including animals[highlight]) begin [highlight]dissapating[/highlight]. Still, nobody knows what happens next. [highlight]Thats[/highlight] only because no one wants to know.
I never saw the image, because it required me to be a [highlight]memeber[/highlight] of that forum or something. Though I've tried searching, I've found nothing. The thread was quickly removed, and people who had viewed it had inactive accounts, which were also removed after about a year.[/QUOTE]
Scary stuff. :ohdear:
[QUOTE=BananaFoam;23794708]You know, I've watched Facepunch for anumber of years. I've only been a memeber recently, but before I purchased Gmod, I used to look around for sources with more information on it, since I was new to the computer. I stumbled apon Facepunch when searching google.
I can't believe I forgot it. I forgot about that thread. None of you might know of it because the thread was deleted within only minutes of it's creation. Maybe by Garry, or maybe someone else. But the thread itself was called The Subliminal Message Mega Thread, in which you would post images or stories about subliminal messages. The first post had a link to another thread, very old. The thread that was linked was hellbent on protecting an image that was removed from the internet when it was posted in '99. All the image shows is a dark room, with only vague shapes that are possibly furniture. In the center is a TV, on a small wooden cabinet. The TV shoes the color bars that you get when problems happen in the connection. On it was an incoherent string of numbers and letters. Now if you don't have a TV in your bedroom, it's okay to look at the image. But if you do have a TV, then it's to late. Even a glance at the image can activate the triggers in your maind. If you stare, you'll notice that the image becomes increasingly clearer. The viewer then reliezes that the room is begging to resemble his. If he looks closer, he see's arms jutting out from behind the TV. The are making strange gestures. Nobody knows what happens next, but many say that if you look around your room that you'll see that the TV is turned on. The numbers and letters appear on your TV, and the hands begin slowely reaching up. You become stuck, paralyzed, stuck. All the while there's no sound. You can't look away and you can't close your eyes. Other human beings in the room (Including animals) begin dissapating. Still, nobody knows what happens next. Thats only because no one wants to know.
I never saw the image, because it required me to be a memeber of that forum or something. Though I've tried searching, I've found nothing. The thread was quickly removed, and people who had viewed it had inactive accounts, which were also removed after about a year.[/QUOTE]
Wow, that was atrocious.
The spelling, grammar, punctuation, and syntax errors make it a lot less scary.
I found this on a website. Don't ask me which because I've forgotten.
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Can anyone help me out here? I’m looking for a lost episode of the Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog.
I’m sure some of you remember, if you’re from the northern part of Virginia, and watched The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog you may have seen this. Some back story first, I saw this when I was eight when I first recall seeing this episode, the number of the said episode is 66 of season one (there was only one season) and was only aired in northern Virginia as the broadcasting station had ignored the notice not to play the final episode of the bundle due to its extreme adult content. This was the stations choice as it had purchased the syndication rights in its area but was later sued by concerned parents after several children were diagnosed of light neural hemorrhaging causing severe nightmares and vomiting. Nobody was killed by viewing this episode and older viewers seemed immune to the effects of whatever caused the bleeding, but needless to say a freeze was put on the production of the series and was hushed up on the news, the show was replaced by the series named simply Sonic the Hedgehog.
I started my search for the episode after the nightmares from watching the show returned after 16 years. The nightmare was vivid, it contained visions of people in a long line all of them clutching their faces in despair. The people in this line spread the full length of the street and had seemingly abandoned their cars (leaving the doors open) to join the others waiting. Everyone was deathly thin, naked and when they spoke they did so in what sounded like reverse tongues but not much was said in between the helpless sobs.
Everything had a dark red tone to it, like the sun was burning out at sunset but never fully went down. Those that were not in the line littered the street, dead. I can’t recall much from the dream other than that, some other details hinted at looting, things like a line of dead riot police and smashed windows, upturned cars and even a collapsed skyscraper in the distance but those in the line payed no attention to this, they simply sobbed as the line shifted forward. The nightmare ends with one of the members of the line looking directly at me, he says nothing but shifts to an unnatural pose, his arms bent at 45 degree angles and his legs spread into a box over the ground, his mouth agape as he did this the rest of the people in the line did the same, striking a slightly different twisted pose all looking at me. I then awoke with tears in my eyes.
My first logical step to finding this lost episode was the station which originally aired it. There is nothing odd about the station, it’s old management has long since moved on, committed suicide as the new manager pointed out to me. Over a cup of coffee me and the new manager discussed the stations past I intentionally eased into the subject lost episode and as it turned out i was right to do so. When I brought up the subject John (as he will now be known), the manager literally spilled his coffee on his lap.
He told me that this subject was a personal one to him and as it turns out John was the original owners son. He was kind enough to explain to me that the legal fees he was receiving in conjunction with the mail he was receiving from children and parents alike had pushed him too far and he hung himself in the family kitchen. I was a little taken back by this news so I figured maybe I was digging too deep and decided to drop this madness and just call it a day, but before I could exit John’s office he told me that he would send me the mail, his reasoning… That he wanted me to know what happened, his curiosity was almost as deep as mine, not surprising considering this episode killed his father. So I told him I’ll take a look deeper into the subject and get back to him on anything I dig up.
The letters were as you would expect, angry mothers asking what kind of station would air this filth, legal fees ranging in the hundreds of thousands of dollars (enough to send any station broke in the 90’s) and of course drawing from children depicting scenes from the episode. Distinct things like the blood and the unusually dull colors that persisted throughout the episode. Horrible things, things like Robotnik vomiting blood and Tails crying over the corpse of feathered headless bird. But one letter caught my attention specifically, it was a letter from the studio which produced the series:
“Thank you for purchasing the rights to air Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog (c) Sega 1993-1994 all rights reserved, enclosed is the series list, episode descriptions, Episodes 1-66 the entirety of season 1 and legal information regarding ratings and air times.”
In poor hand writing, at the bottom of the page a scrawled note was placed with the words “Episode 66 is not to be aired! This is a database error and contains corrupted material”. The initials JS followed. I set out to find this episode, but to no avail. My second plan was to ask the people who sent the angry letters about the episode about their take on it. Those who had not moved away since then gave me canned “I don’t know” or “Not this again” responses but I did chance upon one man, around my age who remembers and taped the episode he invited me in and showed me his VHS copy of the episode, it was badly decayed from years of neglect in his garage though and the only bits I could make out was Tails screaming at Sonic, with tears in his eyes
“How could you Sonic? What have you done!?”and the rest of the episode on the tape was just static, the occasional scream and twisted figures, not animals or people but figures staring at viewer, their circular mouths and open black eyes emitting a slight screech. The tape sent chills up out spine and I asked if I could take the tape for research I was doing into the episode he agreed quite readily and I promised to keep him updated, as well as John.
I took the tape back to John and we watched it up to about 15 minutes where John just jumped back in his seat. He told me he saw the figure with black eyes, but it spoke for brief moment, John claimed he its lips moved, mouthing the word he though was “eternity” we watched that same one second flash for what must have been thirty times and each time we both attempted to freeze the frame on the figure only to have it disappear when we did so. I called it a day there, we needed a better copy of this episode if we were to find out why this episode ended the entire series and caused me nightmares for much of my childhood.
Short of traveling to France and talking to the animation studio, I gave them a call. They bluntly told me that there was no episode 66 and that 65 was the full season. Knowing this dead end I called again for another phone and asked for the contact information of the voice actors. All of the information was out of date it seemed, the actors for Robotnik, Scratch, Grounder and Sonic all giving me “Number not in service” errors however I did manage to contact Christopher Evan Welch (The voice of Tails) and hook him for a fake interview about his roles in 90’s Television. Chris turned up as you would expect, casual clothing smile on his face, your average guy in his late 20’s. As he sat down I asked about some of his roles in bands and television and worked my way to Sonic. When I did get there however he got really quite, and evasive. I asked him specifically about episode 66 and halfway through taking a breath he just stopped. His pupils almost retracted into nothing and he looked at me and told me that the episodes only go up to 65. Of course I knew better and asked him about his script talking to Sonic and what he had done. He grabbed his face, not in frustration but to wipe back his eyes which were begging to well up. He took a deep breath and told me the episode was written by Jeffrey Scott, he told me the usual that he was always a nice man and was very patient with him as he read the script (Being 11 at the time) but as the first season drew to a close Jeffrey had become very angry with everyone, including 11 year old Chris. The voice actor for Robotnik and Sonic threatened to quit over his behavior but the executive producer paid them both large sums of cash in hand right there to read from the script Jeffrey had written. Apparently Jeffrey had an order from high up, the top of Sega or as far as Chris knew at the time to produce this episode, listed as a business priority.
Chris explained to me how as they read the script he felt great sorrow and terror, as if they had lost a close friend of family member or had seen them die before them, he told me of the scarring to his vocal chords from the screaming that was invoked by reading the script he told me of the blood that leaked from the mouths of the actors of Robotnik and Sonic. The session ended with the security pulling the actors from the studio before they died in the process of recording from blood loss. His mother pulled him from the show the next day, fearing for his safety. I stopped the interview there, I asked for a copy of the episode but a copy was never sent back to the actors.
That is as far as I have come in the Search for episode 66 I’ve heard that there may be a copy in the studio in France but I have no way of getting there on my budget. But I know it exists and I know many more out there must have a VHS copy, so this is why I ask the Internet. Help me in my search.
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Here's another one if you want.
[quote]I used to be fearless.
Horror movies never really scared me. Scary books had no effect. Haunted houses are meaningless. I was never a child who slept with the covers over their face, or with a night light. As a little girl, I never felt the need to crawl into bed with my mother after having a nightmare. I never really had nightmares to begin with, and the few that I did, most would never consider a nightmare at all.
I've simply never been afraid of what goes bump in the night. Our home security system kept away fears of very real humans with dark intentions, as did our rottweiler, aptly named Killer. As for threats outside the home, well, who could be afraid in a nice, white, upper class community? I've lived in a bland bubble all my life, never knowing what fear is.
So why should I ever be afraid of the dark?
Up until this moment, I haven't been. I saw it as childish and illogical. Of course, I don't feel that way anymore. I'm writing this to you now as a warning because it's too late for me. I know that now, and it's brought on a surreal sort of calm…When I finish warning you, it will be all over. So forgive me if I'm being long-winded…I enjoyed life a bit more than I was once willing to admit.
It all started with what I thought was a virus. I had been linked to a video called "Girls and Boys Come Out to Play." It sounded harmless enough. I thought it was an art student's film, perhaps. The person who had linked the video promised it was very good. Well worth watching.
I can't remember the video. All I can remember is the feeling it brought up. It wasn't fear, but it was close. I was uncomfortable. I was unnerved. I was also vaguely ill.
From then on, things only got worse. The background on my computer had changed to a picture of a disturbed looking young woman who stared at me from a black abyss. Every now and then, and growing more frequent by the day, strange noises would emit from my computer, even when the sound wasn't on. Screaming, strange laughter, grinding noises…
At the time, I was annoyed; the fear hadn't settled in quite yet. Then, the faces started popping up, like those ridiculous 'screamers' that scared my friends in high school. Yet these were different. They looked real. They were the faces of the dead; and they had died violent deaths.
I wish I could say that I stopped using the computer, but I couldn't. My job requires me to use my computer frequently. What was I to do? I had no other computer available to me.
I tried to take it in to have the virus removed, but no one could help me. They said there wasn't a virus. They said the computer was fine.
Meanwhile, it got worse. The faces weren't just popping up; they would stay. And with those horrible, rotted eyes, they would hold my gaze. I couldn't look away from them and their terrible, mocking grins. And oh, God…the smell. My computer forever had a vague stench of death around it.
I thought I was going crazy. I thought that perhaps someone was messing with me. The people at the computer repair place didn't know what they were talking about. Something was wrong, but I knew that it had to be something very real that just had to be fixed.
So I got a new computer. Everything was fine for a while, but then it all came back, and in full force. Now there were voices. Now there was screaming. Now, the rotted faces showed their stinking bodies. I could see every maggot, every fly, every pus-filled crevice…And they were calling to me. Telling me that soon, very soon, I'd be joining them. They were so angry that I had tried to get rid of them, and now they would make me pay.
I didn't know what to do. Ignoring the problem wasn't working. I thought maybe it was the fault of a friend from work. Perhaps it came from the emails they had been sending me? I never thought it was the video. Not for a second. After all, that just wasn't logical.
I was at the end of my rope. Today, I unplugged the computer and began packing. I would go on vacation, clear my head, and pray that everything would be back to normal.
A few minutes ago, I realized it would not. The power went out, and for the first time in my life, I felt true fear. I had no idea that in a few moments, it would become mind-numbing.
I stumbled through the house, looking for a flashlight, when I saw that something was still giving off light.
The computer.
The unplugged computer was on, and the woman in the background was moving. Beckoning me over.
I couldn't help myself. I sat down across from her with the darkness caving in all around me. And then the woman, like all of the other images I've seen before, began to rot away. The whole scene rotted away, and then the screen went black. And without light, without a means of seeing my reflection, I saw her behind me for the briefest of moments, a bloody and rusted knife in hand. The computer came back to life, and my old background had returned.
But I know it's not over.
So I've decided to come here. I know you all like to be scared, right? Well, take it from someone who has only very recently known fear: it's not always worth it, and not everything is fun and games.
Of course, you probably wont believe me. Why should you?
The thing is…I haven't been completely honest with you. There was no video. It was a story. A story quite similar to this one, though with subtle plot differences and perhaps better story telling. I know all of you like stories that might give you a good scare. That's probably why you started reading mine.
Now that you've read this, you'll share my fate. I know it's cruel, and perhaps unfair, but it has to be done. I just hope that you can take comfort in knowing that when I'm the woman haunting your computer, I'll be a bit more gentle. If I can, I'll use a blade that's a little less dull. Pictures of those who came before us who are a little less grotesque. Sounds that are a little less alarming.
But then again, you DO like to be scared, right?
Don't worry. I wont ask you to repost this story five times. Nothing will save you. After all, nothing could save me.
The power is still out. And I know, behind me, the woman is waiting for me. I'll see you very soon.
Goodbye for now
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First one was batshit creepy.
Edit:
I stopped reading the 2nd one half way through. . .
CREEPY SHIT!
Don't beat up on me, I can't type worth shit.
I use my 2 index fingers instead of all of my fingers, it's just a problem I have.
And no one else in my family does this, so I just find it wierd.
P.S., that Sonic one was terrible. He doesn't even know (Oh shit, how do you spell his first name? I don't know, but it's that guy who played Steve Irkel on Family Matters) played Sonic.
And great sorrow, blood loss, this just proves all lost episode creepypasta is shit.
And the second one was boring and utterly predictable. But, I guess any creepypasta can keep the thread going, even if it isn't that good.
Isn't that just called not knowing how to type properly?
No, I can spell many words correctly, which is why there's never spelling or grammar errors when I write.
I just can't type for my life.
[QUOTE=BananaFoam;23831666]Don't beat up on me, I can't type worth shit.
I use my 2 index fingers instead of all of my fingers, it's just a problem I have.
And no one else in my family does this, so I just find it wierd.
P.S., that Sonic one was terrible. He doesn't even know (Oh shit, how do you spell his first name? I don't know, but it's that guy who played Steve Irkel on Family Matters) played Sonic.
And great sorrow, blood loss, this just proves all lost episode creepypasta is shit.
And the second one was boring and utterly predictable. But, I guess any creepypasta can keep the thread going, even if it isn't that good.[/QUOTE]
I didn't write them but for the Sonic one, they were talking about the 90's version of the show. I've never seen a Sonic show so....
it all of a sudden makes perfect sense why sonic always talked like he had a stuffy nose.
I'm not sure if this has been posted yet.
[img_thumb]https://dl.dropbox.com/u/8572671/1280976593156.jpg[/img_thumb]
[QUOTE=butters757;23838634]I'm not sure if this has been posted yet.
[img_thumb]https://dl.dropbox.com/u/8572671/1280976593156.jpg[/img_thumb][/QUOTE]
Yeah.
And don't assume that one wasn't posted yet, no offense, but every time creepy pasta is brought up, thats usually the first story to be displayed.
And vizard, the show I was talking about was also from the 90's.
Can I get the link to the posts that contain the OoT creepypastas? I've scoured the thread twice and I still can't find them.
[QUOTE=JDER14;23840058]Can I get the link to the posts that contain the OoT creepypastas? I've scoured the thread twice and I still can't find them.[/QUOTE]
If I think I know what you mean, the one where it was open-world haunted thing?
A post caught my eye saying that there were about 2 Legend of Zelda OoT Pastas. I just request a link to those pastas, but open-world haunted one sounds interesting even if it wasn't OoT related.
Lol
When I went on Wikipedia on "Sonic the Hedgehog" Episode 66 was a Christmas special Ugh
It seems the Author of the Sonic Creepy-pasta didn't really look into the Number of episodes there were
Goddamnit you guys, now I'm gonna walk around with a bottle of holy water and a .38 with silver bullets because of this fucking thread
[QUOTE=Maw'D;23842326]Lol
When I went on Wikipedia on "Sonic the Hedgehog" Episode 66 was a Christmas special Ugh
It seems the Author of the Sonic Creepy-pasta didn't really look into the Number of episodes there were[/QUOTE]
That's because the episode in question in the creepypasta is of "[b]The Adventures of[/b] Sonic the Hedgehog".
I want to see more creepy pictures
[QUOTE=Ender_Wiggin;23848654]I want to see more creepy pictures[/QUOTE]
I disagree
The scary thing about that 'final adventures of Sonic show' creepypasta is that I wrote an extremely similar thing about the Candle Cove story to someone on Steam once... I'd never read the story before. :ohdear:
[QUOTE=Sharpevil;23851031][img_thumb]http://obamiconme.pastemagazine.com/entries/images/1f/2e/1806950/original_image.png?1280983260[/img_thumb][/QUOTE]
I don't know where you are, but it isn't dark here.
[QUOTE=Sharpevil;23851031][IMG]http://obamiconme.pastemagazine.com/entries/images/1f/2e/1806950/original_image.png?1280983260[/IMG][/QUOTE]
So what, Che Guevara turned in Smile.dog?
[QUOTE=fear me;23851078]I don't know where you are, but it isn't dark here.[/QUOTE]
Yeah, right? I mean i saw that picture and my first thought was well damn thank god the sun is blaring in my room or i MIGHT of looked.
Thomas' Reflection
I am Thomas' reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom....and he makes faces. I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger. He does this every day...well, used to. One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom. On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist...and he plunged them directly into his right eye. Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference. I can't mimic his pain. Just his face.
[QUOTE=InChoFace;23852320]Thomas' Reflection
I am Thomas' reflection. Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom....and he makes faces. I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger. He does this every day...well, used to. One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom. On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors. On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist...and he plunged them directly into his right eye. Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference. I can't mimic his pain. Just his face.[/QUOTE]
Wow... that's some seriously... good... story... tell... in... g... ellipsis................
[QUOTE=BananaFoam;23851346]So what, Che Guevara turned in Smile.dog?[/QUOTE]
No, it's smile dog in an obama poster. It's silly enough that it shouldn't be creepy, even at night.
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