• Generally just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread
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[QUOTE=Sputn!k;25235241]The everymanHYBRID is kind of disappointing[/QUOTE] I haven't sat down and seriously watched it yet, but from what I've heard and what little snippets I've seen of it, it seems to reply on earrape and general loud noises for cheap scares. Can anyone prove me wrong, please? It does really sound like an interesting ARG.
To me, ear rapeing noises and stuff akin to that (wild distortions, color blasts, etc) don't scare me. They startle and that's what they're meant to do. Being scared would involve something like an unseen force that you know is there but it won't just COME OUT AND SAY IT (ie Penumbra, Amnesia, THOSE are scary games, while games that claim to be scary like Dead Space are just startling.).
[QUOTE=tehMuffinMan;25233848]I want to make my own creepy pasta but I need advice on how to make a reader look behind himself every few minutes while reading it.[/QUOTE] Well currently I'm working on a creepypasta called The Figure. (You can read a small part of it on the previous page.) I'd suggest reading that in order to get a fell for it.
I don't know what this is but ill post it here, for two days in a row, at night when in almost going to sleep a black figure walks into my room through the door a few steps away from my bed and would do what you would say "talk" but its just a jumbled mess of sounds i did not know where possible, the weirdest part is a swore i was conscious, and that it happened twice in a row. Sleep paralysis, am I crazy or is i real :tinfoil:
[QUOTE=DJSergei;25253280]I don't know what this is but ill post it here, for two days in a row, at night when in almost going to sleep a black figure walks into my room through the door a few steps away from my bed and would do what you would say "talk" but its just a jumbled mess of sounds i did not know where possible, the weirdest part is a swore i was conscious, and that it happened twice in a row. Sleep paralysis, am I crazy or is i real :tinfoil:[/QUOTE] Sorry for scaring you I'll come through the window next time.
[QUOTE=OctopusGuy;25248006]I haven't sat down and seriously watched it yet, but from what I've heard and what little snippets I've seen of it, it seems to reply on earrape and general loud noises for cheap scares. Can anyone prove me wrong, please? It does really sound like an interesting ARG.[/QUOTE] It's got a pretty good synopsis, it's just really badly done. Like, in the original marblehornets, SM was there in the background. This one jumps right in. MH was also a lot more subtle in its ear rape scenes, and even then sometimes you could only speculate as to why it went fuzzy EMH has it just everywhere and its bad
the barracks story was amazing, and the way it lead up to the [sp]concussion[/sp] with the cigarette thing was unbeliveable
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRuFdtcgsrQ[/media]
[QUOTE=Tugger;25270967][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRuFdtcgsrQ[/media][/QUOTE] You crack me up, man. That was hilarious.
[quote]I had a big, bulky shadow figure stand in my lounge room at the front door for 2 weeks around 1-3 years ago. I cannot get this memory out of my head. I don't want to, either. :3 Every night, i'd see this shadow standing there, doing nothing but standing there. I figured it was a nice spirit (Or whatever) so I named him Fred. :3 I miss Fred. I spoke to Fred whenever I went to the Kitchen to grab a late-night-snack. Small talk like "How's it going, Fred?" and what-not. I knew he would not reply, but it was nice to have company while I was making a sandwitch. One night my friend slept over. He was standing outside my bedroom, telling me something about something he saw on YT. I saw Fred walk down the hallway into the Bathroom. Fred walked passed my friend, his shoulder going through my friend. My friend shivered right as it happened and said "Did it just get cold?" and I look into the bathroom, and Fred is not to be seen. I have not seen Fred since. I miss Fred. :'( (I think he was flushed down the toilet >.>)[/quote] True story. (It is about me. That is how I know)
[QUOTE=Nonikai;25099371]I was TERRIFIED of that episode when I was younger[/QUOTE] I must be messed up in the head or something, but for some reason naughty fred and the "return the slab" one were my favorite episodes of the show :frown:
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Don't know if it's been posted: [B]VERY NSFW[/B] [url]http://www.zshare.net/videoplayer/player.php?SID=dl079&FID=74484354&FN=Orozco+The+Embalmer.avi.flv&iframewidth=648&iframeheight=415&width=476&height=370&H=74484354730bcdff[/url] [B]VERY NSFW[/B] Orozco The Embalmer, a guy who embalms people (very graphic content) but also really creepy...
[IMG]http://svalko.org/data/2010_08_05_14_37_romario_freevar_com_sv_69.jpg[/IMG] Scary stuff here. ^
[QUOTE=Number-41;25318332]Don't know if it's been posted: [B]VERY NSFW[/B] [url]http://www.zshare.net/videoplayer/player.php?SID=dl079&FID=74484354&FN=Orozco+The+Embalmer.avi.flv&iframewidth=648&iframeheight=415&width=476&height=370&H=74484354730bcdff[/url] [B]VERY NSFW[/B] Orozco The Embalmer, a guy who embalms people (very graphic content) but also really creepy...[/QUOTE] I got a virus trying to watch that :geno: and i didnt even get to see it
[QUOTE=tarkata14;23663720]SMILE DOG IS AWESOME, WHY ARE YOU ALL IN FEAR OF HIM?! Also, more content :v: [img_thumb]http://www.cubeupload.com/files/e0dcbdshock53.gif[/img_thumb][/QUOTE] Without the popup: [img]http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/3618/noscreamer.jpg[/img]
[B][U]True story[/U][/B] A few days ago I was playing Minecraft with a few of my friends when I heard a noise, pulsing and beating like a banging noise, low frequency and repeating at the same interval.. I turned off my speakers but to no avail the sound continued. I thought it may have been coming from outside. I looked out of my window and listened. The sound wasn't coming from outside. The banging got louder and clearer, it sounded like footsteps and a basketball bouncing. The noise was now moving all around my room, up the hallway, on the roof, under the floor. I openned up Audacity at let my microphone record what I could here. [url=http://timgibson.com/alex/Fucking%20noises%20man.wma]Download the audio recording here[/url] It went for another 10 minutes before it all stopped. The creepiest thing was that everyone in the house was asleep and I don't even own a basketball of any kind.
Sounds like a fairly distant train to me.
[Quote]One day, in an office, JEFF was working. On a computer. In his eye's corner, he sawed something! When he turned, he looked and he saw that there was an arm holding a juicy cheeseburger! Tired of this mundane place, his curiosity was piqued! He rose up from his seat, knocking it over. The hand quickly retreated. He wished to continue laying his eyes upon those regal sleeves, with the tufts at the end. He tore out of his cubicle and raced down the aisle. He saw a royal foot disappear around a corner! The ground had cracks as he bounded down the aisle for the delicious fast food. Deborah, he saw, was in his way. He wouldn't stop for anyone. He smashed into Deborah, who instantly had every bone in her body cracked, everything else smashed. Jeff took a sharp right and tore threw the cubicle walls as if they were made of warm, delicious butter. It was here he could smell the delicious mixture of cheese and burger from the parking lot. He smashed out from the window and crushed the truck he landed on. He looked up and saw....nothing. He stood up. Where could he have gone? He had to know more. What kind of burger had he seen? WHAT KIND? And he felt something breathing. He turned around, and was met with the unmovable face. The glassy eyes, and never-ending grin. Of the burger king.[/Quote]
[img]http://www.paranormalnews.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/9a95b87068demon.jpg.jpg[/img] It's a cryptid called the dover demon. I highly, highly doubt its existence, but it's creepy as fuck nonetheless.
[Quote]I was walking down the street one day, when out the corner of my eye, I saw the shadow of a man creep out of sight. He quickly swept up from behind; he put a gun to my head. He made it clear he wasn’t looking for a fight. He said “Give me all you’ve got, I want your money not your life. But you try to make a move I won’t think twice.” I told him “You can have my cash... But first you know I got to ask, what made you want to live this kind of life?” He said “There ain’t no rest for the wicked, money doesn’t grow on trees. I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, there ain’t nothing in this world for free. I know I can’t slow down, I can’t hold back, though you know, I wish I could. Oh no there ain’t no rest for the wicked, until we close our eyes for good”. So I swiped his gun from his cold, dry hands, and quickly found it wasn't loaded. He pulled out a large knife which was until now fitted neatly in his belt, and stabbed my frontal lobe twice. I died instantly. Moral of the Story: There ain't no rest for the wicked.[/Quote]
Not really creepy, but it's something that bugs me. 2 years ago I was walking home after a party and a guy (looked like he was in his early 20's, I was 17 at the time) rode past me on a professional-looking bike, he turned back and looked at me, making eye contact. I got this really weird sense of 'myself' from him. I shrugged it off and went on my way, forgetting about it even happening. 2 years later I find myself an obsessive cyclist, only to remember the guy on the bike long after I had established my hobby.
New thread music: [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bd5IAs2CwFM[/media]
[QUOTE=bopie;25373344]Not really creepy, but it's something that bugs me. 2 years ago I was walking home after a party and a guy (looked like he was in his early 20's, I was 17 at the time) rode past me on a professional-looking bike, he turned back and looked at me, making eye contact. I got this really weird sense of 'myself' from him. I shrugged it off and went on my way, forgetting about it even happening. 2 years later I find myself an obsessive cyclist, only to remember the guy on the bike long after I had established my hobby.[/QUOTE] Last year on my 22nd birthday (early December), I was riding with my family into Chicago for something-I-can't-remember-what. I was in the back-right seat of the car. Unfortunately, that same day Obama apparently was coming back into town for some reason, so the road right before the one we were going to was obviously blocked off for the entire fucking length of the city so we had to divert the car through some back-streets to find our way around. At one point, we were close to a blockade and had to make a left turn away from it, but my dad drove [i]really[/i] slow because he wanted to see what was going on (we didn't know the whole Obama thing at the time). During this slow turn, everyone was looking out the back window at the blockade, but I turned to my side and noticed a scraggly old homeless man standing on the street corner, holding a cardboard sign that I couldn't read. As we slowly drifted right past him, he leaned in and I swear to fucking god, he mouthed the words "Happy birthday" while looking dead into my eyes. I flipped the fuck out and nobody believes me still. ...if I learn to travel back in time, I'm TOTALLY gonna go be that random homeless dude that shows up at random times to confuse the hell out of young me. ALSO, tonight I had a strange goosebumpy experience. I was at my desk here, with a window open behind me. Beneath the window is my car sitting in the parking lot one floor down, a large open field out and to the right, and a dark, empty industrial building out and to the left. It's about 00:30 at the time. I took my headphones off for a minute to go and get a drink when I heard the music continue... but I paused my music. I picked up the headphones and put them to my head, but there was no sound inside, rather coming from behind me. I look, and see my windows wide open, and confirm the sound is bouncing up through the crack (they're the kind that swing out from the bottom) I got close, looked outside, but only saw fog rolling past the streetlights, not a car nor living soul in sight... but the sound grew louder. It was coming closer, definitely playing music similar to what I had just been listening to myself... it got so close, it sounded like the source was directly underneath me, at my car, but there was nothing, not even a shadow from the front door light. My eyes darted back and forth, clawing at the darkness for a source. The faint rumble of a freight train coming down the tracks just on the other side of the field began to overtake the sound of the music which seemed to only get closer to the window as the train moved in... then silence. The rumble of the train somehow faded away in barely two or three seconds and the music ceased to exist... I got goosebumps so hard that I couldn't move without my skin stinging, and the fog got thick and blotted out the street in front of me, leaving nothing but a reddish orange glow. ...nothing much else has happened, but there's definitely a freight train covered in graffiti sitting motionless on the damn tracks right now. It got lit up a little later by another train passing down the secondary track.
Sounds chillingly paranormal. I'm intrigued. Any other pearls of creepiness you'd care to impart?
I have a creepy story: [quote] One time someone rated himself.[/quote]
[Quote]I followed every lead I could; the ones that made sense, the ones that didn't make sense, the ones that I found written in the bathroom stall's that served as my throne room during my week-long crack binges. All of them ended in a delightful handful of shit and razor blades. All of those crappy journeys I took to find one being was almost over. This was the last one. The very last one I would ever follow. Then I was fucking done. I wondered around the rainy little town for a few hours. I asked the townspeople if they had seen anything strange. Some complained of bright lights at night, others told me to piss off. The latter was a good idea. After I grew tired of exploring the town, and sidestepping 3 inch deep puddles only to step into 6 inch deep puddles, I returned to my hotel. I collapsed in the shitty little bed in my shitty little room and went to sleep immediately. Come outside. Fuck you, disembodied voice. I was balls deep in Jessica Alba just a minute ago, way to ruin it. I looked out my window into the alleyway that was nestled between the hotel and some other dumpy little building. A faint glow wandered down the alleyway. I heard the voice again. Come down. I tip-toed out of the hotel and into the rain outside. No jacket. Awesome. Into the alley I walked, and came face to face with nothing. No faint glow, no lights at all. I heaved a sigh worthy of outlasting a slowly deflating Thanksgiving Parade balloon. I turned back to enter the hotel, when that fucking voice uttered some more shit that I was going to obey for no apparent reason. Deeper into the alley. Sure, why not? I trudged down the alley, ready to give any mugger a very stern talking-to. I was halfway down the alley when a piece of paper blew onto my leg. There was no wind. Okay then. I picked it up and observed that it was a flyer. It was an ad for a local fair that would be taking place soon, the Town of Forks Community Festival. Wait. Forks. What state am I in? Washington? Oh, shit. The glow appeared next to me. I turned an got an eye-full of a very pale man who looked a lot like that one kid who died in the fourth Harry Potter movie. He opened his mouth and spoke to me. " Hey, I'm Edward." Its for occasions such as these that holidays are made for. Its also for a moment like this that I soaked my pocket knife in garlic sprouts and holy water for a week. In a single fluid motion, I withdrew the blade and sank it into his forehead. The sparkly beast turned into a mound of ashes without so much as a sound. The world was saved, thanks to me. You're all very fucking welcome.[/Quote]
[QUOTE=Tahrok;25372008]Sounds like a fairly distant train to me.[/QUOTE] It does indeed sound like a train but the odd thing is that it stops out of nowhere and resumes, i don't think a train can stop that quickly.
Looked out my window last night and saw the weirdest thing floating in the clouds (it was a lower-level cloud that was darker than the surrounding clouds). I saw it and for some reason thought it was a gigantic bat and I jumped and hit my head on my roommate's bunk above me. My head hurts, and I feel stupid. Oh, I was also reading this thread over again.
i think my eyes fell the fuck out from that barracks story
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