These are like those copy and past chain messages.
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old 1 :3
[quote]You’ve been dating your girlfriend almost two years now. You often stay late over the summer and on weekends and arrive home long after the rest of your family go to sleep.
Every night you drive the deserted rural roads back home from a pleasant evening at her house you become overwhelmed by fears that you will arrive home to find your family dead in their beds. Each night you peek into your sister’s room and see she’s fine and hear the reassuring rumble of your father’s snore as you pass your parents door.
You chuckle at your silly worries and drift off to sleep. Finally one morning you decide to tell your mother about your late night fears amidst some jovial conversation for a nice laugh. As you tell her a concerned look comes over her face. She sweeps the hair away from her face as she says, “Oh honey, you know we were all shot almost two years ago.”
You scream as you see the gaping bullet hole in her forehead.[/quote] One day you head to female comrade house, after long day of fighting Capitalists, like always.
After good evening at house you make path to home. You know road well, but always makes you fear Capitalist pigs come and shoot family in sleep. Before bed you check on 8 sisters and are happy to see they fine. You listen for Father yelling at ceiling drunk and smile.
You laugh knowing Capitalists are cowards and never have courage to attack Motherland, as you lay on straw bed. One day you tell Mother about silly fears, and she look funny. You ask what problem is, and she reply that you live in Capitalist America all along.
KGB rush in and shoot her for lying, and send family off to Siberia to harvest lumber for Glorious Motherland.
Such is life in Moscow.
[quote]During the war a soldier faithfully wrote his mother every week so she would know he was all right, until one week she didn't get a letter and immediately began to worry. Within a couple of weeks she got a letter from the Army saying that her son had been captured and was being held in a Prisoner-of-War camp, and they assured her that they had no reason to believe the American prisoners were being mistreated in any way. A few weeks later the woman finally received another letter from her son, it read: "Dear Mom, Try not to worry about me, they are treating us well and I'll be released as soon as the war is over. Make sure that little Teddy gets the stamp for his collection. Love you, Joe" The woman was overjoyed to hear the news, but was confused because she had no idea who "little Teddy" was. She decided to steam the stamp from the envelope and have a look. When she did she saw that written on the back of the stamp were the words:
"They've cut off my legs".[/quote] During war against Capitalism for success of Glorious Motherland, comrade write home to mother every week to let her know all is good in fight on Capitalists. One week he write about how friend die in terrible way, and feel sad. Letter intercepted by KGB and he sent to Siberia. Mother hear about and beat soon upon return for grave crime. Comrade lynched by neighbors, Mother makes 10 more baby comrades to help win war against Capitalists for Glorious Motherland.
Such is life in Moscow.
[QUOTE=NoShogun;22336310]I agree, what happened at the end?[/QUOTE]
Remember how he the "Monster" kept getting more candy by coming out with different costumes?
Why do you think the kid was under the sheets?
How do you think the monster got his costume?
FUCK THATS SUM GOOD SHIT!!!!!!!! :rock:
Fuck, we need more creepy-pastas like the simpsons one or suicidemouse.
Does anyone remember this kid’s show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don’t remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM...
[QUOTE=theseltsamone;22278597]I've seen the 3rd one a lot. There are a couple versions.
Another one:
A young lady is alone in her apartment. She goes to sleep with the dog on the floor beside her. In the middle of the night, she is awoken by a strange sound. She is alarmed, but reaches down to the dog who licks her hand. She is reassured and goes back to sleep. In the morning, she finds her dog hung in the shower. Where the dog slept, she picks up a note that says "Humans can lick too."
[url]http://snopes.com/horrors/madmen/lighton.asp[/url]
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I seen something like that but it was a little boy that was killed by a criminal pretending to be a dog.
[QUOTE=DONUT KING;22279653]Since when is pancake mixing powder black...?[/QUOTE]
i'm pretty sure human ash is more whiteish gray.
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/]A whole site of creepy urban legends, in the guise of a company that catches such things.[/url]
Highlights include [url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-682]SCP-682, an impossible-to-destroy extradimensional reptile that wants to kill everything in this dimension, and quite probably can.[/url]
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-173] SCP-173, a statue that will absolutely kill you if you do not look at it. Oh, and it can reproduce, too.[/url]
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-953]SCP-953, the Japanese Fox Demon that absolutely ruins the shit of any Weeaboos it can find, including furries.[/url]
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-597]SCP-597, a mound of nipples that brainwashes you into sucking from them for all eternity. It is [i]much[/i] less hot than you think it is.[/url]
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-008]SCP-008, which is basically Solanum breeded with the Rage Virus, [i]on crack laced with LSD[/i].[/url]
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-914]SCP-914, a machine that can turn anything into: Its very basic materials, its less than basic materials, essentially switch its skin (I Wanna Be The Guy becomes Kaizo Mario World, etc.), upgrades it a bit, or upgrades the shit out of it.[/url]
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-093]SCP-093, a portal to another world where horrible Eldritch Abominations have all but obliterated it, and converted the survivors into twisted piles of flesh that forever walk the planet, searching out other beings to devour.[/url]
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-231]SCP-231, a pregnant woman who, if she gives birth, will destroy the world with her demon baby. To stop this, people must give her a horrifying, unspecified procedure. All we know of it is that all parties involved requires very powerful amnesiacs to get over the guilt.[/url]
And last, but absolutely not least... [url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/proposals-for-scp-001]SCP-001, an SCP so evil, that several other SCPs have been proposed to earn this title.[/url]
These SCP-001's are as follows: [url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/eberstrom-s-proposal]Dr. Eberstrom's SCP: A large area of land that constantly shifts position. Imagine if one of the dangerous SCPs reached this square of land and waited for it to change places?[/url]
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/jonathan-ball-s-proposal]Jonathan Ball's SCP: A sheaf of papers. Whenever you read it, a new SCP is formed in the world. There are about 999 SCPs currently, meaning that this pile of paper has been read 999 times, pretty much all of the time resulting in catastrophe.[/url]
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/dr-gears-s-proposal]Dr. Gears's SCP: The Prototype, an abomination of life that, when it opens its eyes, it floods the area in a wave of lethal radiation.[/url]
[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/dr-clef-s-proposal]Dr. Clef's SCP: A large, flying... thing with many flaming wings. It is said to guard the gate to either Heaven, Hell, or some other kind of place mortals aren't supposed to visit.[/url]
It's all the horror of Creepy Pasta, mixed with the OCD-inducing linkage of Wikipedia!
[quote=lordilordi;22277955]there was once an amusement park which contained a merry go round. This merry go round was not very profitable so the owner of the park decided to shut it down. It remained shut down for 10 years until the daughter of the owner decided that such a beautiful merry go round could not stay shut down, so she decided to re-open it. In order to attract publicity she asked her boyfriend to ride the merry go round for 72 hours straight. So the next day the boyfriend began his amazing ride. 5 minutes into the ride the boyfriend complained that the horse he was riding had bit him but his girlfriend thought he was trying to back down. So the boyfriend continued to ride the horse. 10 minutes later the boyfriend collapsed and the ride was stopped. To everyone amazement the boyfriend had died. Later investigation showed that there was actually a poisonous snake living within the horses mouth and that was why the boyfriend had collapsed and died.
There was once a happy married couple with 2 beautiful kids. With the outbreak of world war 1, the husband was drafted into the army and was later pronounced dead. A week after he had died a jar was sent to the family from the army. The family believed that the parents had received the casket. The next day relatives came to mourn him and pancakes were made for everyone. Later that evening they all filled up on the pancakes and then later that night the parents arrived. When asked about the jar containing his cremated remains the family was shocked and appalled by what they had just done earlier that day.
There were two roommates. One was named ellissa and the other was named jane. Elissa liked to constantly study while jane preferred to party. So that night there was a party but elissa had stayed home to study while jane had gone out. To make it easier on jane, elissa left the door open so that jane wouldn’t have to take her keys. At 3 p.m. That night jane came into the room to get some of her things because she was going back out with some of her other friends. So she did not want to disturb the sleeping jane therefore she kept the light off , grabbed her stuff and left. The next morning when she came back into her room she saw her roommate murdered and written on the wall was “aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?"[/quote]
what the fucking fuck!?!?!
A boyfriend and a girlfriend sit in a car when the girl receives a call, she picks up the phone and her boyfriend answers 'you will die in 3 days' she looks next to her and her boyfriend is just driving , THEN WHO WAS PHONE!
[QUOTE=Braww;22383772]Does anyone remember this kid’s show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don’t remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM...[/QUOTE]
it seems really familiar to me…..i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cove…was it about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl
The third one's retarded.
[QUOTE=lazyguy;22398307]it seems really familiar to me…..i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cove…was it about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl[/QUOTE]
YES! Okay I’m not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn’t belong on the body. I don’t remember what station this was! I don’t think it was WTSF though.
[QUOTE=lordilordi;22277955]
There were two roommates. One was named Ellissa and the other was named Jane. Elissa liked to constantly study while Jane preferred to party. So that night there was a party but Elissa had stayed home to study while Jane had gone out. To make it easier on Jane, Elissa left the door open so that Jane wouldn’t have to take her keys. At 3 p.m. that night Jane came into the room to get some of her things because she was going back out with some of her other friends. So she did not want to disturb the sleeping Jane therefore she kept the light off , grabbed her stuff and left. The next morning when she came back into her room she saw her roommate murdered and written on the wall was “Aren’t you glad you didn’t Turn On the Light?"[/QUOTE]
The moral is: if you dont party.. you get killed by a crazy murderer!
I've got a question.
[quote]There was once a happy married couple with 2 beautiful kids. With the outbreak of world war 1, the husband was drafted into the army and was later pronounced dead. A week after he had died a jar was sent to the family from the army. The family believed that the parents had received the casket. The next day relatives came to mourn him and pancakes were made for everyone. Later that evening they all filled up on the pancakes and then later that night the parents arrived. When asked about the jar containing his cremated remains the family was shocked and appalled by what they had just done earlier that day.[/quote]
How many people keep their flour in unmarked jars or jars sent to them.
Because this seems to be a fucking prevalent problem around the world.
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YOuuu ruined it!
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There were communiques and everything :colbert:
[QUOTE]A young man and his new bride were honeymooning in Paris when she sat him down, deadly serious, and asked him if he would ever leave her were she not truly beautiful. He laughed and complimented her, figuring she was simply being dramatic and wanted to be told how pretty she was. She then grabbed a cloth and rubbed at her face, wiping off the heavy foundation she wore and revealing a grotesque purple birthmark, covering nearly her whole face. Of course he would still love her, he was a good man but before he could stop himself he let out a gasp. His wife burst into tears and fled, and hadn't returned by the time the honeymoon was supposed to end. She had no passport, and no money so fearing the worst the man went to the police. The police thought it was most likely the girl simply had second thoughts about the marriage, yet due to the fact she had no official documents and spoke no french, they launched a hunt. Nothing ever turned up.
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As weeks turned into months the man finally gave up on finding his beautiful wife, but his life fell into a shambles, he was so filled with grief.
Unable to hold a job or go on with his life, he took to wandering the world looking for anything that might ease his pain. Years later in Borneo he came upon a freak show in an old shabby building, he went in on a whim. In the last filthy cage he saw a twisted, scarred and mutilated woman rocking back and forth and groaning strange animal-like noises. He screamed as he recognized the birthmark on his wife's face
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[QUOTE]A 15-year old boy in a small town in Maryland sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on, logged into AIM, and was then surprised to receive an IM from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day.
It consisted of two words; "[I]Please come.[/I]" Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he'd been absent that day. After two more messages and fifteen minutes with no response, he decided to get on his bike and head over to his classmate's house. It was a short ride, only about five minutes away.
When he got to the house, he found the door was unlocked. Inside, partially dried blood was splattered over the walls and floors, and an unrecognizable figure was crumpled against the far wall. It was missing an arm and a leg, and bloody streaks on the floor lead away from the body and into the kitchen. The boy slammed the door closed, and immediately called 911 on his cell phone.
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When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracks leading away from the house from the back door. The forensics report concluded that the entire family, the boy's classmate and his parents, had been killed sometime the previous night[/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]You get a phone call from your Mother. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken breasts.
After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. The lady cashier makes an odd remark to you: "You know, we're in no danger of a milk shortage."
Upon arriving at her house you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In a couple, the chicken and the milk has gone bad. "Mom," you call out, but no answer. You make your way through the kitchen and into the living room.
Sitting on the couch, with her head cut off and neatly resting on her lap, is your Mother.
Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator.
"It's not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into a series of repetitive behaviors," he says.
You think to yourself, [I]They can't be talking about me. Schizophrenia? No way. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?[/I]
Suddenly your cell phone goes off. "Hello?"
"Hi hun, it's me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Oh, and I need some bread and cereal too."
"No problem Mom. I'll be right over..."
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[QUOTE]It's 3 AM on Halloween night and you and your friends been up all night on a horror binge. You've watched your favorite scary movies, read your favorite scary stories, and even attempted the old "Bloody Mary" trick in your mirror. After your friends leave, you stretch and yawn, deciding now is about the time to hit the hay, so you move into your bedroom and lay down to sleep.
After awhile, however, you realize that you can’t get the images of some of the fictional creatures you saw on your television out of your head. "Meh...I’m going to hate myself for this tomorrow," you say aloud as you flick on your bedroom lamp, knowing that having a nightlight used to help get rid of your nightmares as a little kid. Within minutes you're close to sleep, snuggled up comfortably under the blankets with your eyes closed and more pleasant thoughts on your mind...
...that is, until you detect something moving in front of the light, casting a shadow over you. You blink, beginning to turn towards the lamp before a rotting hand grabs hold of your shoulder. "Thanks for turning on the light, I was having trouble finding you in the dark."
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[QUOTE]You're the manager for a small store. You hired one of your friends, and you just found out that he's been stealing from the register, stealing stock, abandoning his post to visit with his girlfriend in the back room while he's the only one on duty, and the argument you had with him at the office just didn't settle it for you. You pound on his door. When he opens up, he goes pale, soils himself, and staggers back, gasping for breath.
It doesn't impress you, really; you figure he just thinks you're showing up with the cops, until you step through his door and glance to the side, where you get a good look at yourself in the mirror.
Or at least, the parts of you that are still recognizable after that shotgun blast that your friend gave you at the end of that argument... [/QUOTE]
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A couple was sitting in a movie theater watching a scary movie, and the female of the group wasn’t having a good time. She’d obviously been bored out of her mind. It’d been a late showing, so there was practically no one there and the room was dead silent except for the screening. About an hour into the show, she feels a drop on her hand.
Ignoring it, she quickly shakes off the feeling and continues to watch the movie, trying to enjoy it. Another drop lands on her hand and furious now, she hits her boyfriend, thinking that he’d purposely been messing with her, be it spitting or throwing water on her. He doesn’t move. She pushes him harder this time, throwing in some obscenities, and to her horror, a red line that she hadn’t noticed until now, starts to seep red and then his head falls off.
Horrified, she lets out a silent scream and that’s when she feels the drip again. Looking at her hand, she can barely make out the color of the liquid, but it’s red. Nervously, she looks up and is shocked to find a body hanging directly above her, it’s neck tied within a noose and the stomach torn open.
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If you go into this one tiny, dingy one-story bar in Paris, and the right bartender is behind the counter that night, you might be able to see a very exclusive gallery show of the lost works of one Henri Beauchamp. But, to get in, you have to prove you're a devotee of the artist to get in.
You'll be asked, in clear and perfect English, "What would like to partake of this glorious night?" Answer "absinthe", no matter what. Any other drink, from whiskey to water, will kill you as you sleep.
The next question will regard the type, and you MUST answer one of two things: "The stuff that Man himself could not bear to take," or, "The good stuff. The best stuff." If you ask for any other absinthe, in any other way, you will be plagued by nightmares for 13 days. Each night's dream will be more horrible than the last, until, upon the thirteenth dream, your nightmare will follow you, every moment of your waking and sleeping life.
Don't try and cheat the barkeep: the door locked behind you. You have to drink what he gives you, doom or not. That such a powerful man granted you audience should be enough. Besides, I've heard that the dying complimented his drinks in their death throes.
If you make it that far before sealing your fate, the bartender will say, "Be sure you handle this with care; this is the finest I have." From here, you may do one of two things: Say, word for word, "I overestimated my fortitude, and I bid you good eve." If the barkeep nods, you may leave the door you entered, unharmed and with nothing gained and nothing lost (except the time spent inside).
Or you can go on.
You will be given a glass with a seven-sided rim, with each side twisting ever so delicately around the basin until forming a sleek and simple handle. You will also receive a very, very, very [URL="http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Special"]special[/URL] absinthe spoon, in the shape of a key; the holes at the key's top serve as the draining point for the alcohol to pour over the sugar cube. And, of course, an unmarked bottle, stripped long ago of its label, scraps of paper sticking to its sides, covered in the rot of the decades past.
The spoon is completely flat, but has two distinct sides: one with a groove along the shaft of the key, and one without. Turn the shaft down, so its groove will be face down. If you attempt this face up, your absinthe will taste foul, your nose will burn, and your eyes will shrivel in their sockets with unspeakable horrors not of this world.
Now, if your spoon is the right way up, begin preparing the absinthe as one would (put the sugar on the spoon, and pour the alcohol over so it gains its color and "special qualities").
Say "cheers" to your friend, the barkeep, and bottoms up. If you don't, the absinthe will burn every innard it touches with the power and pain of sulfuric acid.
If you've done it right, the already dim lights will go off, and darkness will consume the bar. Don't be afraid; the darkness is the cue that you've been approved for the exhibit. Wait out the darkness, and keep silent as the dead, lest the bartender decide to make you so.
Eventually (not too long, two to three minutes), a green floodlight will shine brightly on a door on the far wall of the bar. The bar will be bathed in green, and not just from the floodlight. Little luminescent spheres will gently drift through the room, and the barkeep will no longer be there...nor any other unassuming patron inside before.
There's no danger by this point...consider it a safe point. If you didn't finish the absinthe, you don't have to, but you might need the alcohol. Either way, take the spoon and put it in the keyhole of the green-lit portal's doorknob. It will fit perfectly, and reach the end of the keyhole with a resounding click.
Inside is a small elevator, with the most beautiful woman any mortal eyes can imagine, bathed in the green glow in just such an angle that the light refracts beyond her into the shape of wings.
The Green Fairy herself will ask you, "Going up?”, and considering all the trouble you went through, it would only make sense to say yes.
Now, you have one more hurdle to clear. She will ask you, as you cross the line from the bar to the compartment, "How would you compare Beauchamp's surrealism to that of, say, René Magritte?" For your reply, you must say, "I've come to see more than art tonight."
If you don't, the green floodlight will blow out, the doors will slam shut, and the elevator will plummet through a seemingly infinite blackness before a red light grows brighter as the elevator nears the very depths of Hell.
Now, if your elevator begins to go up, the green light will also fade, but in its place will be the cool glow of the moon. But, before you even recognize it, the elevator will reach the top of its...well, let's call it a shaft to not get too intricate.
Now, I'm not as sure about this as the rest, but I've heard that, if the Green Fairy kisses you on the cheek as she leaves the elevator, you will always be blessed with a creative inspiration: a permanent, ever-changing muse. You can't ask her, you can't kiss her; she has to do it of her own volition. If not...well, nothing, but no reason to do it anyway and anger the woman who is responsible for keeping the Beauchamp paintings safe for so many years.
You will enter, from the elevator, a turn-of-the-century parlor, with a large poster of Henri Beauchamp on the left side of the opposite wall; on the right is a door.
Taking the time to read the poster is a fairly good idea, as it explains the very significance of Monsieur Beauchamp. You see, he was a struggling surrealist in the 1920's, always making art to try to be free of all premeditation, and managed to do so. You see, after one night in a tiny, dingy one-story bar in Paris, he began to paint...patterns.
First it was geometric patterns. Then complete fractals. Then images that would be in the newspaper the next day. Then next week. Then from fifty years ago. One hundred years in the future, two hundred years in the past...
Then, on his last night of life, he kidnapped three young girls from their homes at night, murdered them, and painted his finest masterpieces in reds and yellows with the blood and bile of virgins.
He committed suicide immediately after painting exactly 13 of these.
These are behind the door.
The first six, from the left, show, from left to right: the genesis of the universe, the only true visage of God as viewable to the eyes of man, the true image of Jesus Christ, the sprawling clouds of Heaven, every Pope from the first to faces not yet recognizable, and a portrait of Jesus' appearance in his Second Coming.
The other six, on the right, show, from right to left: the cataclysm of the universe, the only true visage of Satan as viewable to the eyes of man, the true image of Judas, the sprawling flames of Hell, every human-embodied demon from the first to faces not yet recognizable, and a portrait of the Antichrist in his Second Coming.
Now, six and six makes twelve. But what of the thirteenth?
This thirteenth painting is turned around on its wall pin, the image facing the wall. The space around it is roped up at a very wide diameter, and under the flipped image is a sign, in three languages. The top is in the scriptures of the Seraphim, the bottom in the runes of the highest demonic orders, and in the middle, in Roman letters.
[B]DO[/B]
[B]NOT[/B]
[B]TOUCH[/B]
Now, like the kiss, I can't say this part with as much certainty, but all the same...I heard that, somehow, as he died, Beauchamp flayed his skin, his organs, his very soul, into some sort of collage. How he took his dead body and created such a horrific masterpiece, I could never say, nor would I ever dare to.
So...if you make it, maybe you can flip the canvas over and tell me sometime? You can tell me about it over a drink.
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[QUOTE=Braww;22401826]YOuuu ruined it![/QUOTE]
Mission accomplished.
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jesus christ
[QUOTE=SGTNAPALM;22402919]Mission accomplished.
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I googled it before I saw the image, so technically, for me at least, your plot was foiled by [url=http://lmgtfy.com/?q=Candle+Cove][img]http://www.facepunch.com/fp/emoot/google.gif[/img][/url]
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Please, thread, do not die on me!
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i dont see why this is scary. it kind of reminds me of the bee sting episode from futurama but thats it.
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[url=http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-953]SCP-953, the Japanese Fox Demon that absolutely ruins the shit of any Weeaboos it can find, including furries.
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[QUOTE=Dr.Strangelove;22280121]Pretty silly for the murderer to give away the exact time of death. He would be much more likely to get caught.[/QUOTE]
Why exactly is it dark enough for a light to be turned off at 3pm? Even in winter it's light till 4!
2 men are ordered to guard hallway that belong to a facility with many nuclear weapons. Other guards are placed in other locations around the base but in small numbers to save on funds for russian military.
All of them are to guard the facility for the night. Also to save up on more money lights are used only for important purposes so the guards had to get used to dark.
Next morning all are found dead with holes in their bodies, twisted necks, or distorted body parts. Victims of splinter cell operatives.
Such is life in Mother Russia.
On a side note, I was playing some SC: conviction when this came into my head.
Man these creepy pasta are tame as fuck
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