• 3 strange urban legends
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'mayISee my son's qeno?' 'Qeno' is now a variation of the N word.
What retard mixes black powder into pancake mix?
[QUOTE=theseltsamone;22279249][img]https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/VQg548SyZFTi_gh3v5AIihRwvHrmWuna78uMkC3qY7yKfBsFVRRB2mJFZBY9_OZaNCmc91kcbqQErNZSKEP6tOtEyw=s512[/img] Illustrations! [editline]01:49PM[/editline] Sorry it's almost unreadable, my mouse can't do text very well. Too jittery.[/QUOTE] you could have just inserted text
I stopped cold from the one about the red eyes. PANTS ARE WET
[QUOTE=lilcheeselad;22280268]you could have just inserted text[/QUOTE] That ruins the spirit of the shitty story illustration!
Come on, need more. It's not night so I can read some.
Seems like poorly written creepypasta to me. Edit: [QUOTE=lazyguy;22278871]A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk. At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."[/QUOTE] You check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late, you are tired. You tell woman at desk you want room. She tells you room number and give you key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and is always locked. Don't even peek in there." You take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and you hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across hall. You cannot sleep so you open door. It is coming from room with no number. You pound on door, but there is no response, so you look in keyhole. You see nothing except red. You hear water is still trickling, so you go down to front desk to complain. "By the way, who is in that room?" you ask woman at desk. She looks at you and begin to tell story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red. You tell her you don't give a shit. Stop the water trickling or give refund. She gave you 100 ruble credit and free breakfast. Such is life in Moscow
[QUOTE=Hypernova;22278248]I've read the 2nd one 5 times now and I still don't get it. What significance does the pancakes have with the story?[/QUOTE] Maybe they thought that the cremated remains in the jar was pancake mix.
There was a girl, emily, and on her 13th b-day, she had a sleepover. Since the girl had all her friends as company, the parents went out to eat. At one point the party was listening to the radio when they heard that a psycho escaped from an asylum. All the guests and emily got all freaked out, but one girl remained level-headed. She said, "Whatever. I need to go to the bathroom." she left. After about 10 minutes passed, somebody went to check on her. They never came back up. This process repeated until Emily was by herself. She said: "Oh, they must be waiting to jump out and scare me." So she went down the stairs, bracing herself, and walked into the bathroom. Girl's corpses and blood spattered the walls. On the sink lay a stiky note: "Happy 13th. Love, Your friendly neighborhood escapee."
Damn it, the ninja was ninja'd.
This thread needs more creepypasta.
In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbours called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms. [editline]11:11AM[/editline] [QUOTE=d3450;22280496]This thread needs more creepypasta.[/QUOTE] I'm working on it
There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by several portraits, all painted in incredibl detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred and malice. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep. The next morning, the hunter awoke -- he turned, blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental instituion or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls themself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear. Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped. If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. What happens when they all come together? The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifiying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end they're lives. But most do the worst thing and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned, if you do your death will be that of cruelity and unrelenting horror. Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands. That object is 1 of 2538. They must never come together. Never.
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;22280607]In any city, in any country, go to any mental instituion or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls themself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear. Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped. If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question. What happens when they all come together? The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifiying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end they're lives. But most do the worst thing and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned, if you do your death will be that of cruelity and unrelenting horror. Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands. That object is 1 of 2538. They must never come together. Never.[/QUOTE] Sense?
Rumor has it that every halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror there will be a faint image of a fleshless infant with pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering. You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occurred within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed. For each question that is answered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someone you know. That person will be found dead the next morning, after a night of unimagninable horror, with their flesh removed and their eyes missing. [editline]11:29AM[/editline] Not far from a summer camp was a mental institution. When one of the patients escaped, the counsellors didn't want to worry the campers but warned them very sternly not to go anywhere alone... So a girl woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom. She'd heard all the warnings about how she had to bring someone with her, so she woke up her friend and convinced her to come along. They walked together down the dark path to the outhouses and she went in to use it, with her friend waiting right outside for her. But she heard this loud tapping. "Ann, I can't pee if you keep doing that." No reply but the tapping continued. "Stop it, okay? You're creeping me out." No reply from her friend. "I'm not coming out until you stop the damn tapping! You can just go back without me." So she stayed in the outhouse and eventually fell asleep. She woke up to loud talking and struggled to push the door open, to see a group of police officers outside. They warned her to go straight to them as quickly as she could, but she stopped to look back at what had made the door so heavy. Her friend was nailed to it.
[url="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bunny_Man"]Bunny Man Bridge triumphs all.[/url] Then again, Melon Heads ([url]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melon_heads[/url]) is also up there...
A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, MA, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares. Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed. In other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your "dreams?" They're real.
Watch urban legends much?
A little known fact, is that the Eisenhower Interstate system is built over major leylines. Rumor has it, that if spesific conditions are met, weird phenomena will occur. Observed while driving westwards on I-80. Two occupants in car, middle of the night, no other cars around. The first sign of this phenomenon is that you will lose ALL radio reception, and devices such as MP3 players, Discmen, tape decks and other music players will cease functioning. Your heater will begin to only dispense cold air, regardless of setting. after the first mile of this, you will notice a fog growing at the edges of the road, and you will see no exits, regardless of whether they were supposed to be there. if you continue on, you will begin to see the occasional pedestrian. Some of them will gesture that they would like to hitch a ride. Under no circumstances should you stop for them, no one has ever stopped and survived. If you see lights approaching from behind, and it is a hearse, do NOT let it pass you. no matter what. After 13 miles, the phenomenon will end, and you will be safe.
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;22280867]A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, MA, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares. Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed. In other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your "dreams?" They're real.[/QUOTE] Interesting. I'd like to see 5 legged rat with 3 heads and a spiked tail.
[QUOTE=lazyguy;22278871]A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. However the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while, was this a celebrity? The owners daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk. At this point he decided to consult her for more information. After some gentle quizzing and the promise that the explanation would go no further than him she finally said "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, we find that even now, people get uncomfortable staying there. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."[/QUOTE] I know a variation to that story. It went something like this: There was a guy who was driving in the evening/night to another state but suddenly his car died. He was in rural area and could not find any hotel nearby, there was only a big house near. He decided to ask whether he can stay there for a night. He knocked on the door and an older man opened up. The guy explained that his car broke down and asked whether he could stay. The older man found it ok. He was allowed to eat a little bit before sleeping. After he had eaten something, the older man showed him his room. The man also said "I only want you to obey one rule, please don't enter the room next to the bathroom". The guy was a little surprised but he had no intentions to enter there anyway. He was sleeping but then woke up because he was really thirsty. He went to the bathroom and drank some water. When he stepped out of the bathroom, he could not resist but to look through the keyhole. All he saw was a little girl that was a bit pale and that was playing with her dolls. The man saw enough and went back to sleep. Later in the night, he woke up again, this time he just really had to use the bathroom. After he was finished, he could not resist taking another look through that keyhole. He looked through the hole and all he saw was a tiny black dot with a red surrounding. It looked freaky and he had no idea what was going on. He decided not to tell the rest of the family because otherwise he would've broken the one simple rule. He just went back to bed. Next morning he was invited for a breakfast before leaving. When he was almost finished, he could not resist and asked about what was in that room he was not allowed to enter. The older man said "well, we've had more visitors recently with car problems just like yours and we usually let them stay in that room you were not allowed to enter. However, people say they've seen the ghost of my daughter that was also murdered in that room. She was described as a pale looking child with long black hair and red eyes.' And at that moment the guy realized that he had actually been looking into the girl's eyes.
A man was driving down a road at night when a girl appeared in the road, he span off and got outta the car looking for her when he saw two men on fire on either side of him, In front of him the little girl but as she got closer he saw she was horribly deformed and bloodly, he turned to run and saw a dog, with 6 heads. He screamed and passed out due to fear and woke up in the local chruch. He asked a monk about it all, the monk told him the story. There was a man who had a beautiful little daughter, very spoiled though. They went to his fathers farm for a visit, now the man and his father didnt get along well due to the man parenting skill with his little girl. When they arrived the mans father told the little girl NOT to go looking around, that it wasn't safe. The little girl. being the little rebel she was, was searching the farm and saw the barn, remebering it was her birthday soon she thought her grandfather must of hid her presents there and told her it was dangerous so she wouldnt find her gifts. She opened the barn, went in and didn't see presents but saw the farmers, angry, hungry dogs, 6 of them. They attacked the little girl and ripped her to shreds. The man went looking for his daughter and saw the barn was open and went in to see her body. Now he was pissed, his daughter was killed because of his father so he grabbed a gas caster thing and went back to his fathers home. He set fire to the house when he father ran out at him, on fire and attacked him. The man in fear and on fire grabbed a slegde hammer and struck his father on the head killing him. He ran down the farm road to the man road where he died. The monk finished his story and the man said "But why did they come after me?" The monk smiled and walked away slowly. Can someone also exsplain this to me? (creepy pasta) [editline]11:44AM[/editline] (this is old but anyway...) There was this 13 year-old baby-sitter, well this was her first time baby-sitting. The parents left and told her to put their boy to bed at around at. They left and soon half an hour passed. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8 o'clock. She dressed him in his pyjamas and put him to bed. As soon as she left the room he started crying. She went back in and he kept on pointing to this creepy doll in the corner. It was a life-size maniacal looking clown and it even gave her the creeps. She tried to stop him crying but no matter what she did he just wouldn't stop. Eventually she decided to phone his parents. She told them about his constant crying and they said that, that had never happened before. She then asked (rather sarcastically) if it was the freaky clown doll in the corner. The parents didn't know what she was talking about. The baby-sitter decided to call the police and they came hurriedly. It turns out that the clown doll was actually not a clown doll at all but a serial killer who dressed as a clown and came into children's bedrooms at night; everytime another person came in they would either hide or pretend to be a doll, once everyone had gone to bed he would rip out their eyeballs and pull them to shreds around their bedroom with nothing but his bare hands. [editline]11:48AM[/editline] Back in the 1800s, there was a girl about the age of 8 years, and if you would have ever seen her, you would have sworn she was a doll. Her pale complexion, long jet black hair and gorgeous dark brown eyes would etch into your mind. She looked just like a little china doll. One day, walking home from school the girl encountered a cute little doll, which looked exactly like her, in the window of the toy shop. She went in and asked the clerk how much the doll was. He told her that the doll was a very large amount and she would never be able to afford it. The doll was $15 dollars, far too much to pay for a doll. The girl went home, pleaded with her parents, saying that she would do chores for 3 months to pay it off, they agreed and gave her the money. The next day she paid for the china doll and the clerk told her that every night she must comb the dolls hair, brush the dolls teeth, and clip her nails. She agreed and every night, she did exactly as the man had said. One night she forgot to clip the dolls nails, the little girl woke up covered in scratches. She figured nothing of this, a few days later, the girl forgot to brush the dolls teeth. The next day, the little girl had bite marks all over her. Still thinking nothing of this, a week later, the girl forgot to brush the dolls hair. The next day, the little girl never woke up. Her hair had grown so long over night that it had strangled her while she slept. The doll had disappeared out of her room and when the parents walked by the window of the little toy shop, they found the little china doll in the window.
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;22281054]Failure to grammar.[/QUOTE] The 2nd one is ancient, I've heard it a lot. The first one was rather creepy. But not too much.
[QUOTE=The BoxDog;22281054] There was this 13 year-old baby-sitter, well this was her first time baby-sitting. The parents left and told her to put their boy to bed at around at. They left and soon half an hour passed. She glanced at the clock and saw that it was 8 o'clock. She dressed him in his pyjamas and put him to bed. As soon as she left the room he started crying. She went back in and he kept on pointing to this creepy doll in the corner. It was a life-size maniacal looking clown and it even gave her the creeps. She tried to stop him crying but no matter what she did he just wouldn't stop. Eventually she decided to phone his parents. She told them about his constant crying and they said that, that had never happened before. She then asked (rather sarcastically) if it was the freaky clown doll in the corner. The parents didn't know what she was talking about. The baby-sitter decided to call the police and they came hurriedly. It turns out that the clown doll was actually not a clown doll at all but a serial killer who dressed as a clown and came into children's bedrooms at night; everytime another person came in they would either hide or pretend to be a doll, once everyone had gone to bed he would rip out their eyeballs and pull them to shreds around their bedroom with nothing but his bare hands. [/QUOTE] Babysitter is home with young boy and young girl. She gets call on the phone from parents, who are working night shift in factory, asking if everything is fine. She tells them da, but that large statue of Lenin in daughter's room is unsettling. Later, she is arrested by KGB for calling great father of motherland "unsettling". She is sent to count trees in Siberia. Such is life in Moscow.
There is an abandoned mental hospital at the top of a hill in Worcester, Massachusetts. Once every five years an old rusty box spring appears within the courtyard of the hospital. If you can sneak inside and sleep through the night on the bed, in the morning a man with a shirt that reads “observe and absolve” will take out his wallet and give you a picture. This picture will show you how you will die. If the picture is of the man standing before you, running won’t help. On your 33rd birthday, go to your local gas station and pick up the newspaper. The classified ads will have a small segment commemorating your birth and asking you to turn around. Upon looking behind you, a man dressed in a black cloak will be advancing in your direction. If you choose to run away, he will hunt you for the rest of your life, eventually killing you. However, if you await his arrival and show no intent of fleeing, he will give you a small package. Inside, you shall find the object you most desire.
[QUOTE=Thawk617;22281347]There is an abandoned mental hospital at the top of a hill in Worcester, Massachusetts. Once every five years an old rusty box spring appears within the courtyard of the hospital. If you can sneak inside and sleep through the night on the bed, in the morning a man with a shirt that reads “observe and absolve” will take out his wallet and give you a picture. This picture will show you how you will die. If the picture is of the man standing before you, running won’t help.[/QUOTE] The first ones were urban legends. This is simply a stupid creepypasta.
[QUOTE=archangel125;22281369]The first ones were urban legends. This is simply a stupid creepypasta.[/QUOTE] Still, its fun to post them.
[quote]The first ones were urban legends. This is simply a stupid creepypasta.[/quote] ur a stoopid crpy p8sta
[QUOTE=LifeIsGood;22281434]ur a stoopid crpy p8sta[/QUOTE] Related [IMG]http://i47.tinypic.com/21e83gj.png[/IMG]
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