• Generally just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread
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[QUOTE=Mr.T;25133949]I want the continuation :D[/QUOTE] He can't he died after posting that Also, I'd be in favor of a collaborative creepypasta. Here's what I know so far: - Childhood games + Fucked up versions/fourth wall breaking = paranoia - Pictures showing examples of what was described in said story add to the illusion - Real-life references make for creepy
Ahhh, this thread again :v:
All right, here's the story which actually happened to me. One day we were smoking MJ and decided to take a walk around our neighbourhood. On the same day one of my friends told me that one of the girls I knew recently died in a road accident. Needless to say that my mood wasn't that good after such news, but on that time we were not quite adequate, so we continued to act all goofy. And then happenned one of the most frightening things I've ever experienced. We were getting tired and decided to take a rest on the bench near a multi-story living apartments. The entrance door of said building has a intercom, just a regular one. All of a sudden intercom begins to produce some sound, which we thought to be a beep when the door is opened from within. But we were wrong. The intercom begun to dial the numbers by itself then called some people's apartment! There wasn't anyone near intercom and it wasn't a hallucination because every single one of us saw it. And then one of us begins to speak with a frightened voice "I guess it is that dead girl trying to come back to home". Such a situation can send a shiver over a spine of even a sober man, now imagine the horror which fills the mind of a pothead in such a situation.
[QUOTE=tarkata14;25102732]So, my friend lives in the basement portion of a duplex, which used to be used as a funeral home. Well, whenever we smoke anything in the basement, we go into an old elevator near the back of the house. This is to disclose the smell from the neighbors. Now, I'd been in the elevator many times previously, but never have we tried to move it up or down. So, out of my curiosity, I pushed the up button, and it shuttered upward. There's a door to his porch that has been barred off for saftey reasons. To the left of the control buttons is a large shelf-like floor. It has carpet on it, and it quite normal. However, on the wall to the far left of the room is a small square-shaped hole. Upon seeing this, I jumped up onto the shelf, climbed over a pole that was obstructing the path, and looked in the hole. At first I figured it was just for a heater or some sort of system, but once I got close to it, I noticed it looked like it dropped off. Eager to see what was down there, I shone my phone's light down the hole, and saw what initially looked like a cellar door. I snapped this picture: [IMG]http://www.cubeupload.com/files/5b3bfccreepyreesecellar1.png[/IMG] Now, this is the view through the hole, it fails to show the actual scale of the entrance. I [I]could[/I] squeeze through it, but seeing what looks like a tunnel, I think it'd be best for me and my friend to venture down there another time with proper flashlights and possibly a video camera. Hopefully I can update this interesting story with better images in the near future, I'll keep you all posted. Remember, this was a funeral home at one point and [I]did[/I] store/contain dead bodies in it's somewhat recent past. My friend and I have slept in the basement many times, and never have we encountered any paranormal activity, but since he's lived there he never knew the existence of this tunnel 'thing'[/QUOTE] Alright, today I went over to his house again to check this out, sadly I didn't have a camera with me and my phone was dead, but I still have a pretty clear recollection of what I saw. So, instead of us using the elevator this time, I climbed up onto the floor by the tunnel. The first thing I noticed when I got close to it was actually how far it went in one particular direction. Now, I don't know why the flash on the first picture I took came out so lackluster, but the tunnel extends to the right, (You can see it in the picture, right on the right side of it caught a good bit of flash, it's not a very tall duct by any means) a good distance. I swiped away the heavy saturation of cobweb covering the entrance, and plopped down into the main room, which is visible from the picture. Looking around, I saw that straight ahead was a wooden wall, but the left wall by the large object in the center looked like it may have extended to the left into another tunnel. I left that for another time, and went to investigate the right tunnel. It wasn't very tall, maybe four feet, but it extended to the right and at a slight slope for a while as far as I could see. At the end of it, (At least what I think was the end, I couldn't be quite sure with such a weak flashlight), it definitely seemed as though it might split to the left or right, (Possibly both). No strange experiences occurred during the five minutes I was looking around in there aside from an odd sense of claustrophobia, (I'm not scared of the dark, infact, I'm usually sort of comfortable in dark enclosed spaces). It could have just been the lack of knowledge about where the tunnel leads, but it was quite peculiar to say the least. The only other odd sensation was when I was climbing out of the hole. It wasn't as much claustrophobia as it was sheer paranoia that something was behind me. The only thing I can relate this feeling to is being chased up a set of stairs. It caused my to jump down slightly hastily, actually scraping my arm in the process. I do plan on continuing the exploration of this, it's just way too much excitement to avoid! [B]EDIT: [/B]I'll be taking pictures next time, I can draw a blueprint of what I [I]think[/I] it looks like so far if anyone wants it.
See how you went.
That's pretty cool, can't wait for an update. Remember to go far in this time!
Nice stuff, tar I should go digging around places I shouldn't be again.
OK, this is part of a story I'm working on out of boredom. I guarantee you it's better and WAY longer than my other works. This a story set in England in 1914. The main character is Gabriel Darome, a 42 year old man living in a large estate who is endlessly being watched by a cloaked figure in his yard following a car crash 4 years earlier in which a poor ragged man was killed by him. Tell me what you think [QUOTE] [B]The Figure[/B] As I looked out the window that morning, I could see it as plain as the fields. The thing standing on my lawn was looking straight at me. Its head was bent down, but I knew it could see me with invisible eyes. It was dressed in the most peculiar of fashion: A simple rag cloak. That’s all it wore. And it was because of that it made the being seem even more out of life. Now I bet you are wondering just what was this figure and what was it doing here? Well, I am afraid that those are questions that I simply cannot tell you without making you feel so…evil per say. But rather I think it is best if I told you what it was at the end. Now as for when the figure began appearing well, that’s a question that is ahead of its time. But I can tell is that I was the only one who was able to see the thing as it watched me from outside. Several times I would have visitors come to my estate for tea and such, and they didn’t mention a word about the thing at all. Rather they would rather babble on about their affairs and gossip about the high folks. Personally I didn’t give a damn about it. I wasn’t what you would call social person in the modest sense of the word. Rather I was someone who enjoyed a quiet life away from all of the delusions that plague the city and every household lying within its boundaries. I had no job, I was given wealth through my dad, and I had everything I needed here. I did not need those people for entertainment. But the figure made me think twice about it. If you were to go to my guest room, you would see a nice round wooden table with chairs around it. Windows with curtains surrounded each side. To prove my point here, that I was the only one seeing the figure, many times people would peek over to look out the window. Some even stood in front of it to admire the sun. But they did not notice it. I saw the figure stand in the window, right in front of the man who was looking through it. But there was nothing. They did not sense even the littlest of hint of the figure’s presence. Perhaps it was all in my head, but I learned out that it wasn’t Now the figure never stood completely still. Sure, wherever it stood it was, but it, however, often times moved from place to place. One such example was that over the course of the tea party with the guests, the figure would often time move from place to place, mostly through the windows. Every time that it did so, it would just look right into my soul with its hidden eyes. You have to imagine the type of stress that I was going through at the time. For you see me being the only one who could see the figure, it was hard to entertain my guest while trying to ignore the figure that was staring me down at every corner of my estate. I tried not to look at the windows anymore, so I kept my head down and sipped the cup of lemon tea in my hand. But there it was. Through the reflection of the tea water, I could see the unmistakable appearance of the figure standing behind my chair and looking at me with its transparent eyes. I looked back. Nothing was there. The figure had vanished. But as I looked back down again, I could see it again through the tea reflection. Trying to avoid losing my sanity, I swiftly drank all the tea inside the cup as quickly as possible so that none remained to leave the slightest reflection. Perhaps things would get better. I was the biggest fool for thinking such an atrocious thing. As the day dragged on, and as the party came to a close, I had just finished waving goodbye to my guest as he hopped into his coach when suddenly the figure began appearing again. Its first victim spot was a very effective one that: my bedroom. Oh yes did it pick the heel this time. I nearly fainted when I saw the figure appear inside my closet as I went to retrieve my vintage nightgown from it. I stood to the side, out of the way, almost highlighting my nightgown, which was the only clothing in there. I dared not to wonder why. As I hoped into bed, I turned off the lamps and the candles, said a prayer, and went to bed, hoping to forget what had happen today. But some things can never truly be forgotten. For, as you see, the worst was yet to come for me. For you see I had a very disturbing lucid dream that night. Now, it had almost never happened to me to have a dream such as the one I had that night, nor did I usually remember them. But this wasn’t really a dream so to speak. Rather, it was a flashback from an incident long ago. A deadly incident. It was four years ago exactly, on March 23, 1910, on a small road near a river, whose name is beyond me. It was late at night, and the lights from the car could not easily penetrate the thick darkness enveloping me. As I made my way around the corner, I could make through my windshield the faint figure that appeared from the darkness. It was moving slowly across the road. As I got closer to it, I briefly saw it. It was a man, one dressed in a poor rag robe with a pale face. He had a terrified look on his face. Realizing him, I swiftly pulled on the brakes. But it was then too late. “AAAAHHHHH!” I heard the man screeched as that of a dead soul as I ran right over him. I could hear his bones crack and his skin tear right from its bound underneath the weight of the car. Blood began to spray on the wheels, and I his body began to rip anew. Once the car and then come to a complete stopped, I had immediate gotten onto my feet and hopped out of the driver door. Once I had reached the corpse of the man, I had nearly a heart attack. His body was one that was beyond Plato’s mind. He had his skin all torn apart from the wheels and his blood was out over the dark road. His ragged clothing was all covered in blood and sinew. But most of all was the poor man’s face as he looked into my eyes with the upmost apathy. I could see his face, all pale and clean cut hair with a small trim with silver eyes looking through my eyes. Through my head. Through my body. And then finally through to my soul. He still had the faintest bit of life in him, which he could barely use. The last thing that the poor man had done was simply try to speak to me, but instead, he had simply coughed up a very large amount of blood through his mouth while whimpering. Then his soul had left his body. I could feel it from every corner of my mind. An innocent man had been killed today by a rich man in a Ford on a small highway near a river. His body was badly mangled and his dying words a failed attempt at speech. His ragged clothing a good reminder of the povery stricken man that he was. I would eventually be cast in eternal damnation for this, and it was soon to come. Now, you can probably imagine that I was terribly shocked by this tragic event. But I could not bring myself up to admitting manslaughter. Someone would eventually find this man’s corpse on the road. And it was as sight I could not bare. I simply could not drive away, off to my own world, and let this man’s poor corpse be left alone on the cold night to rot away by natural means. No, I had to get rid of the corpse. Thinking very one minded at the time, I had the unfortunate liberty of bringing a dead man’s corpse into the trunk space of the ford. The corpse was very slippery, the blood had taken a toll on my grip, and throughout the whole time I had several incidents where I dropped the man on the ground. But I had to move quick. The road was empty, it had not been used it quite awhile, but I simply could not take any chances with something like this. With sweat seeping from my brow, and my heart bounding like a blacksmiths hammer, I finished putting the corpse into the car. It was a tight fit, I had not much space, but it worked and so I shut the doors quickly and shuffled myself into the car with the engine still running. I sped down the road with haste, disregarding any object that might have hindered my speed. Had to get home and dispose of the corpse before it was too late. The trip to my house had only been around 15 minutes. But I won’t lie to you when I tell you it felt like an array of hours. Hours spent driving through the darkness of a unknown place, with headlights as your only eyes and the smell of a rotting corpse seeping through to your lungs. The corpse was beginning to rot now, the smell was a bland mixture of the upmost atrocious chemicals one could have ever imagined. I was beginning to fell light ended within a few seconds, and sometimes I would swerve to the sides trying to hold my grip on the steering wheel. By the time I had reached my home, the whole car was filled with the scent of death that I would eventually face. [/QUOTE]
Guys if we're gonna make a collaborative creepy pasta we should definitely make some sort of mythical being, like how SA made Slender Man.
The story is nice :3: What can we make though, I doubt it'd surpass Slendy.
The trick is to not try and emulate anything, making some sort of fucked up ARG would be awesome though. I doubt any of us actually have the patience for it though. I'm all for writing an extended story though. If we put our minds to it we could create something truly awesome, House of Leaves style.
First we need to find what sort of creepypasta scare us the most. [editline]09:16PM[/editline] Or what sort of thing/creature [editline]09:17PM[/editline] Hm, I gues it'd have to be a creature thing, personally ghosts aren't as scary as the unknown to me
The more real it seems, the more likely you are to drop one. Some mf the most successful creepypastas I've read are the ones that make you feel like there's a perceived threat in your immediate vicinity. That's half the reason Slendy is so effective. He turns up ot of nowhere with this fucked up motive and no real explanation for his actions. The fact that he seems to always be just out of your line of sight, hiding in the background really plays on your fears. There was one time in the EverymanHybrid videos where Slendy just stands at a window, right in plain sight for about 10 seconds while the guys are just talking. It really creeped me the hell out that they never noticed him and yet he was right there.
We should totally do this it'd be a fun community project and certainly make this thread more livelier. [editline]09:48PM[/editline] Agree/Disagree?
I agree wholeheartedly, it sounds like a lot of fun.
I might consider helping out, if I have the time. But first, we need to establish the aim of this story, as in what we should make the reader feel and think by the end of it. A. The story makes them anxious about things they wouldn't normally feel anxious about, opening them up to new fears, such as a book that reads you whilst you read it. B. We instill a sense of paranoia and doubt in the reader, making them question what is real and what is not, like pointing out mysterious flaws in certain routines. C. Our tale causes people to see things with a different, often darker, perspective. Another thing is as such; if we make a creepypasta based on a media product, such as a movie, a kid's cartoon, or a video game, what themes should we implement? The obvious question for this is which one do we pick.
[QUOTE=ironman17;25196199] B. We instill a sense of paranoia and doubt in the reader, making them question what is real and what is not, like pointing out mysterious flaws in certain routines. [/QUOTE] I think B is the top choice, one of humanities biggest fears is that which is unknown. Also if you guys want I could draw up some concepts of creatures we could use.
This could be awesome, or you could implement real culture with it.... Maybe Slendy was jack the ripper
[QUOTE=Mamok Zalku;25198284]I think B is the top choice, one of humanities biggest fears is that which is unknown. Also if you guys want I could draw up some concepts of creatures we could use.[/QUOTE] I don't think we really need creature concepts per say; like you say, the biggest fear of the unknown, so if we have an evil creature, keeping it as ambiguous as possible should be an aim. We are scared of the unknown, and people will superimpose their own fears onto it, make their own worst nightmare, as opposed to being force fed one only certain people find scary.
If we are going to make a "collaborative" creepypasta, I think we should all contribute some things that we were always afraid of or something like that. We could mash up a bunch of different fears into a story to make it increasingly scary. I'm up for it, now we just need somebody who's willing to manage it all.
I'm very interested in this collaborative creepypasta. I believe that we should do one somewhat similar to someting like the BEN ARG, but with the internet instead of Majoras Mask..
I'm sure you guys have heard about the [url=http://minecraftwiki.net/wiki/Herobrine]Minecraft Herobrine creepypasta[/url], right?
[QUOTE=Dronaroid;25203533]I'm sure you guys have heard about the [url=http://minecraftwiki.net/wiki/Herobrine]Minecraft Herobrine creepypasta[/url], right?[/QUOTE] And I was planning to sleep..
[QUOTE=AgentBoomstick;25200466]If we are going to make a "collaborative" creepypasta, I think we should all contribute some things that we were always afraid of or something like that. We could mash up a bunch of different fears into a story to make it increasingly scary. I'm up for it, now we just need somebody who's willing to manage it all.[/QUOTE] Hmm, childhood fears then?
I love how this thread always pops up on Saturdays.
[quote=Novangel]Hmm, childhood fears then? [/quote] Pretty much exactly what I was thinking.
Yah, I think a creature type thing would be good. But unlike slendy, i think we should have it be unknown. Those are the ones that scare me. Like, you know it's there, but you don't know where, or what [i]it[/i] is. Also, there's a good but incredibly long creepypasta I've seen. Do you think I should post it here? I'm not saying "The subway" long, I'm talking "I hope your not doing anything for the next hour or so" long. It took me about an hour and 10 minutes to finish it. The atmosphere in the first half or so is exactly what I'm talking about.
Shoot it's worth some idea gathering. I agree on the unknown, kind of like the first hour of Cloverfield and Jaws :ohdear:
[QUOTE=linksysruler;25212352]Yah, I think a creature type thing would be good. But unlike slendy, i think we should have it be unknown. Those are the ones that scare me. Like, you know it's there, but you don't know where, or what [i]it[/i] is. Also, there's a good but incredibly long creepypasta I've seen. Do you think I should post it here? I'm not saying "The subway" long, I'm talking "I hope your not doing anything for the next hour or so" long. It took me about an hour and 10 minutes to finish it. The atmosphere in the first half or so is exactly what I'm talking about.[/QUOTE]yes
[QUOTE=wndash;25203765]And I was planning to sleep..[/QUOTE] Notch says it might be included in a future update, so :dance:
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