• Generally just Fucking Creepy Stuff-Thread
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[Quote]Day 1. Today I went to get a box of cereal and a skeleton popped out. I don't know how it got in the box butit can sleep on my house floor for now. Day 2. I went to open my laundry and a skeleton popped out it wasscreaming so i gave it sam medicidne. Day 3. i was playing a video game and i oepned my play station two and then a skeleton popped out. it broke my ps2 and i am sad Day 10. theres a lot of skeletons a sec ago one popped out of mejgf ......my basement Day 20. I can not take any more. These foolish skeletons are freeloaders. They refuse to leave. I can not take any more. Day 30. They are under my feet always. Laying there. Chatting. Eating my food. Never doing anything for me. Day 50. It will end today. These are pieces of a diary found near a blown up house.[/Quote] [Quote]It was a warm summer day, and Joe was in the middle of watching his favorite show, Cops, when he heard a loud bump coming from the attic. He dismissed it as rats running around, and continued to watch Cops. The bumps continued, and Joe's patience was wearing thin. He climbed the steps up to the door that leads into the attic, and slammed on the door a few times, hoping it would scare the rats. The bumping stopped, and when Joe returned to his tv, he found it was now on a Spanish soccer game. Rattled, Joe grabbed the remote and attempted to return it to Cops, but to his horror, all channels were either Mexican game shows or soccer games. Joe dropped the remote in terror, the thought of watching nothing but Mexican game shows and Soccer was too much for him to handle. He ran to his fridge to grab a budweiser, but when he opened the fridge, he shrieked. The fridge was now stocked with Dos Equis. As Joe began to hyperventilate, he ran back up to the attic, and slammed the door shut. Joe now found he could only speak spanish, and he had a compelling urge to wear ponchos and watch soccer. And then he realized... "The mexicans... They got into my attic... They're making me into one of them! I must fight them!" He ran as fast as he could to his friends house, and when he opened the door and Joe told him what happened, and about his plans to kill the mexicans and stop the disease, his friend slapped him, and said "NO, JOE, YOU ARE THE MEXICANS." And then he was Mexicans.[/Quote]
I don't always go Mexican, but when I do When was walking down the street one night with a friend; we came upon the national park of where I live, my friend decided to make up a story about someone dying in in the park, and was touching people. Decided to go with it, and check it out. Toilets were closed as I need to take a piss. And took a piss on the trees. Just as I about to finish, something tapped on my shoulder, and I put my hand on shoulder where it was touched, just felt a cold aura for a slight second, and looked back, and no one was there. It couldn't of been my friend.........BECAUSE HE WAS DEAD. Just kidding. Nah, my friend is alive, he was on the side of tree, as I was looking around, and he couldn't of done it. There you go; a pissing story with supernatural elements.
Log 1- I open the cupboard. It happens again. I shriek a pathetic cry as the figure jumps out and lands on the kitchen floor. It's a doll of some kind, a white handstitched figure without any form of physical features, kind of like a ragdoll. I swear briefly, cursing that sonofabitch who keeps doing this. It's my flatmate ofcourse, and I will literally rip out his throat after he gets back from his holiday. Log 2- I've been finding these all over the flat the past few days and every fucking time I needed to let out a scream like some schoolgirl. Fucking pansy of me, I know, but sue me. The way these are placed really gets on my nerves. First laying there leaning on the doorway, then the living room placed watching the blank TV, then under the blankets (Which I tossed across the room after screaming my lungs off). fucking even in my jacket pocket once. Some Halloween gift, it's dying down now so it's okay I suppose, but I still am willing to bet there are a handful left. Log 5- The first children start popping up, I give them some piles of chocolate I saved, and things are pretty okay now. The next kids are sort of worse, they expect more shit for their 5 fucking minutes preparations, I politely tell them to fuck off after they want more. Log 8- I have locked myself in now, turned off the lights so they see the flat is empty. Oh Christ. Log 6- The last kid was the one who made me hide in my room now, I have no idea what the fuck happened, but when he came, alone with his parents in the driveway awaiting him, I saw it. Going through my pile to hand out, my hand touched it, another fucking figure. Impossible. How oh Jesus how? I just made that pile 10 minutes ago. As I have said I'm in my room at the moment, trapped here with a butterknife as a testament to my fucking bravery. Log 9- I heard it not a minute ago. Soft, mute steps. Chattering of something, maybe teeth I swear I heard also. It's outside the flat, moving out around the doorway at the slowest pace, as each dull step sends shivers through my spine. Fuck me. I left my phone outside the room. Help. Helphelphelphelp. I can't hear it now, but I won't be fooled. It's still there. I can feel its gaze drilling through the walls, waiting for me to slip. Log 10- Fuck you. I don't know who you are, [i]what[/i] you are, but I'll be damned if I fall for that trick. I can wait this out. Just you fucking watch. I know you're still there, the hairs behind my neck is still tingling and raised. Wait all you want, I'll put on Taylor Swift just for you. Log 11- The doorbell made me jump, snapping me out of sleep as my eyes started to close. 'Trick or treat!' Why are they even here? The lights should be off. The cheery voices make me wish all this was a dream but I know what I saw. I'm not going out. No reply. Shifts of movement. Just outside my door. It was there Jesus it was there and I didn't know, now it's going to answer them. Oh please no. No one's here go somewhere else noone's here. Log 12- I'm pretty sure it's killed them, I haven't heard anything in an hour. The last sound I heard was of the door opening, then nothing. Not a horror movie scream, no sounds of struggling. Nothing. I think it'll go away at morning though. I don't know for su Log 13- We have spoken. Not really I just saw an A4 paper slide under the door, and it took me all the courage my pathetic body could offer and flipped it over. A smiley face. And on it, 3 locks of hair 2 blonde and one Ginger, mangled and obviously pulled out. Fuck you. I write a kind reply, "Thank you sir, I require another copy. Your extra used fleshlights may help from boredom." then slide it back out. Fuck your shit. I block off the gap under the doorway with towels, and sit down on the bed. [editline]16th October 2010[/editline] Needs a LOT more work but first draft of my story, just needs an ending and refinements.
Man, that doll thing's a psychopath.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiT4KaIGnHM[/media] [editline]15th October 2010[/editline] [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-fzL6ITBH4[/media]
[QUOTE=xFamousx;25332092][img_thumb]http://svalko.org/data/2010_08_05_14_37_romario_freevar_com_sv_69.jpg[/img_thumb] Scary stuff here. ^[/QUOTE] It's Der Bremer Stadtmusikanten! [url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Town_Musicians_of_Bremen[/url]
Yeah most people would have got that. Nostalgia'd
Thread music now amirite [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ALzUypz-EQw&feature=related[/media]
Media :eng101:
[QUOTE=Novangel;25430316]Media :eng101:[/QUOTE] I'm trying to do tags like this: [QUOTE=Hap;25424530][video=youtube;KiT4KaIGnHM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiT4KaIGnHM[/video] [editline]15th October 2010[/editline] [video=youtube;J-fzL6ITBH4]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-fzL6ITBH4[/video][/QUOTE]
Just finished reading the barracks story, took about an hour and 10 minutes. God dam. Scared me shitless at points. Creepy pasta will never be as good.
I didn't like the logical explanation shit though.
Yeah, some of us like a bit of paranormal and mystery stuff, and I myself enjoy a dose or two of the arcane and unholy.
I know this is incredibly late, but a lot of stuff on the first couple of pages happened/happens on my birthday. 27th of February.
I looked in General Discussion today...and there was a "v2" of this thread. I shat enough bricks to build a castle in Minecraft (so I did).
Someone was a bit silly and decided to make another thread instead of bumping the old one, just because this one wasn't on the front page. Nonetheless, we can use it as a backup when this one is filled up at last.
[QUOTE=ironman17;25463816]Someone was a bit silly and decided to make another thread instead of bumping the old one, just because this one wasn't on the front page. Nonetheless, we can use it as a backup when this one is filled up at last.[/QUOTE] True, true, except someone might try to get it closed...
[QUOTE={ABK}AbbySciuto;25464072]True, true, except someone might try to get it closed...[/QUOTE] How?
[QUOTE=RayDark;25468733]How?[/QUOTE] Ask a moderator because there is already another that isn't locked yet.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fTxx_CV_Ozk[/media] [sp]0:58-1:02[/sp]
I don't get it; I watched it over and over but I'm not seeing it. However, now I have an overwhelming urge to buy Minecraft.
Ok normally I don't post in threads like this or read creepypastas but this has been happening sporadically over the past month: I wake up in the middle of the night, and I see what looks like a man standing over my bed, in an odd position, almost as if he stopped moving when I opened my eyes like in movies or something. Do you know what I mean? I'm having a hard time expressing it in words The weirdest thing about it was, the first time it happened, it was almost as if I recognized the guy. I said something like "all right, knock it off, that's not fucking funny, cut it out" but he didn't respond, he just stayed completely still, for what seemed to me like two solid minutes, staring. I can't honestly recall the last time I was so terrifed, just lying there with him standing over me and I froze. And then just like that, it's over. I don't see him/it anymore. It's happened a few other times, but unlike the first time, I don't say anything, I'm terrifed right away and I can't speak or move for the lightswitch. I don't know if this qualifies as creepy to anyone else but it's really cost me some sleep lately.
Um, yeah, I'm pretty sure that qualifies. :ohdear:
Just read H.P. Lovecraft Lets see, Cat curse, Cthulu, mutant with forty fingers on the front cover, yeah that qualifies
[QUOTE=TunnelSnake;25472314]Ok normally I don't post in threads like this or read creepypastas but this has been happening sporadically over the past month: I wake up in the middle of the night, and I see what looks like a man standing over my bed, in an odd position, almost as if he stopped moving when I opened my eyes like in movies or something. Do you know what I mean? I'm having a hard time expressing it in words The weirdest thing about it was, the first time it happened, it was almost as if I recognized the guy. I said something like "all right, knock it off, that's not fucking funny, cut it out" but he didn't respond, he just stayed completely still, for what seemed to me like two solid minutes, staring. I can't honestly recall the last time I was so terrifed, just lying there with him standing over me and I froze. And then just like that, it's over. I don't see him/it anymore. It's happened a few other times, but unlike the first time, I don't say anything, I'm terrifed right away and I can't speak or move for the lightswitch. I don't know if this qualifies as creepy to anyone else but it's really cost me some sleep lately.[/QUOTE] Fuck you. I will not sleep tonight >.<
How do you think I feel? I'm really honestly not making that up, I may talk to a doctor about it
[QUOTE=TunnelSnake;25474109]How do you think I feel? I'm really honestly not making that up, I may talk to a doctor about it[/QUOTE] Punch the bastard, attack is the best form of defense for this sort of stuff, like learning to laugh at nightmares so they aren't scary. Edit: Also, what you experience sounds like the hallucinations you can get with sleep paralysis, its nothing to worry about, just that you are half awake and half dreaming.
Yeah I figured it was something like that, it just unsettled me that it's the same thing every time
[QUOTE=TunnelSnake;25474425]Yeah I figured it was something like that, it just unsettled me that it's the same thing every time[/QUOTE] Yeah you tend to get reccuring characters, like for about 4 years I had an old woman that always hijacked my dreams and turned them into nightmares, it happened often until the day I kicked her in the head, I never saw her again. :smile: Or it could be a real person that watches you sleep.
Tunnel Snake, if you are not kidding, you probably are not crazy. I don't know if I should mention this, it don't matter because my state ran out of funding for Shutter Island like facilities, but if you keep on grossing that unwanted presence or whatever out, there is a good chance you can shake it off. The thing is, it does have to due with fear/stress and energy levels. Do NOT enrage whatever though. When you are a ghost, technically I don't think the heart or brain is any longer. Really, that presence needs to identify itself, why it is coming to "visit" you, otherwise it is just illegally stalking you. You see the commonly denied science involving ghosts explains that when someone dies horrifically, that their stress is all the way up, and they emit high energy levels. The body is made of bone, flesh, blood, sweat, and energy. While the other can eventually decompose, in certain events, such energy does not always vaporize, and simply is just released into the air, sometimes the "ghost" from that energy. However their are times (think summoning) when such ghosts can only come back around based upon others energy, by use of their fear. Something like exclusive, unexplained, sometimes touchy, night terrors. Sort of think Monster's Inc, but with different presence. It also is the time of Halloween, so being haunted now seems normal. I will caution on seeking treatment on this, because if you are thrown into a facility, it could follow you there, if you reside at night. The only way you all will know of the paranormal, is go to a cemetery or similar recorded haunted place where you won't get killed at night, strictly with infrared vision goggles, you should at least see some unexplained shadows moving around, that do not have solid mass attached near by. If you do not want to believe this then don't. I would prefer not to, it does not change the fact something is there. And now, some creepy hl2 fan based music [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5272oZeZYvE[/media] [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rhMtRlovMk[/media] [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxXTbpx1qgc[/media]
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