The Generally Just Fucking Creepy Stuff Chat Thread V4 - "Let The Bone Rattling Begin" Edition
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[QUOTE=fredstin22;41481427]so what has happened to U.S.S.R and Moustacheman[/QUOTE]
I stopped posting for a while. Re-downloaded WoW and got caught in a grindfest, spent some time with my niece, work, and drinking.
I'm back, now, though.
OK, this is weird.
[url=https://maps.google.com/maps?ll=42.435636,-73.789193&spn=0.001008,0.002642&sll=42.447857,-73.787895&layer=c&cbp=13,27.24,,0,13.22&cbll=42.435421,-73.789245&gl=us&t=m&panoid=1ZExAQP84ox2KJ8ATqHjEQ&z=19]Go here on Google Maps.[/url] And then go north or east.
Things only get worse the farther you go.
[QUOTE=RobbL;41522423][url]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z48ifZnZtEo[/url]
wtc[/QUOTE]
What the flying shitjesus on a pancake did I just watch
[video=youtube;ee3bld4lTG0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ee3bld4lTG0[/video]
[video=youtube;3aRMbw0TYC8]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3aRMbw0TYC8[/video]
Sorry if they were already posted.
guys i just wrote my first ever creepypasta what do u think
[QUOTE]there was once a man in who decided to build a house in the middle of nowhere by himself. he slept in a caravan while the house was under construction. eventually 3 years after starting it was complete. as darkness began to fell he went into his new house to spend the night there for the first time. suddenly at midnight he was awoken by a rumbling sound accompanied by a weird odour. he thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. 10 minutes later he found himself awake again and desperately needing a poo. since his caravan was a good 5 minutes away he thought it'd be a good idea to try out the new toilet in his new house. he went to the bathroom and began to open the toilet lid and right before him, floating in the toilet water, was a massive fresh poop. he screamed and ran to the caravan where he accidentally left his phone, so he could call the cops. but as he apporoached the caravan he noticed there were brown smears on the windows. he ran into the caravan and and quickly grabbed his phone. but before he could make his way back outside he was overcome by a horrible stench and fainted. a year later some hunters passed by the the house. hungry and needing somewhere to stay the night they knocked on the front door. no one answered. one of the hunters said "look at this" as he picked up a piece of toilet paper poking out of the bottom of the door "there's a message on it" he said "and it's written in feces". the message read "I HAVE BECOME ONE WITH THE POO". shocked and disturbed the hunters ran away. investigations later revealed that the man's house was built on the site of a 19th century manure processing facility whose owner commited suicide by jumping in a tank of poo and that was later demonished. some say the owner became a powerful being of living poop, others say he died and his spirit gained power over all the fecal matter in the world. all we know is we'll never know for sure. and what became of the man who built the house? we'll never know[/QUOTE]
[video=youtube;bvnxeX2SQso]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvnxeX2SQso[/video]
Because Coast to Coast is rapidly becoming the theme here:
I'm still alive and got a new machine.
I wish I could bolt it down but I have to put some components and things in it.
[QUOTE=U.S.S.R;41576348]I'm still alive and got a new machine.
I wish I could bolt it down but I have to put some components and things in it.[/QUOTE]
When you're done with it, take some L brackets and drill them into the table, when you need the computer just take the screws out.
waitasecond what if your stalker reads this forum, and she is planning a grand scheme involving murder, arson, and theft...
oh god
[QUOTE=Cone;41250507][IMG]http://i.imgur.com/w2TCoBM.png[/IMG][/QUOTE]
[T]http://filesmelt.com/dl/DIDNTHAVETO.png[/T]
[B]"But you didn't have to cut me off!"[/B]
[QUOTE=benwaddi;41546993][video=youtube;ee3bld4lTG0]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ee3bld4lTG0[/video]
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I believe this was revealed as a hoax not too long afterwards. Tool later sampled an abridged version of the call on the closing track of Lateralus.
Does anyone know what the name is of a series of audio recordings talking about a man heading off to some base? I listened to it about four years ago and it scared me so bad I stopped halfway through.
He sounded around 29-35, slight smokers voice. In the beginning you could hear classical music in the background, and somewhere in the middle he recorded himself in a car with the windshields wiping mentioning that "We are all still human, I am human, at least I think I'm human I think." or something along those lines, and another audio upload said "I looked at him and I asked 'Why are you doing this, just why?", too.
That's all I can really remember, except for the din of the white noise, and the distortion.
Edit
I've been searching for a while now and I still haven't found it, because unfortunately the only reason I found it in the first place was because of searching back stories of CoD WAW zombie games, and that's been totally saturated with filler content its not worth trying anymore.
I remember when I was a kid, this really freaked me out. Maybe not in the daylight, but if you stayed up to 3AM and decided to play the game, it was pretty creepy.
In fact it still creeps me a little
[video=youtube;B-udfiFZcko]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-udfiFZcko[/video]
Such a strange anomaly; the stairs will never end unless you have the stars.
Or in the DS version, they'll never end unless you have the stars, AND play as Mario. If you wanna know more about that version, I believe chuggaaconroy has an LP on that version; his LP actually has a MENU system, as in he spent ages making 2 videos with annotations that lead to different videos in the LP.
Creepily awesome when you consider the production value.
It reminds of of that SCP anomaly
[url]http://www.scp-wiki.net/scp-087[/url]
[QUOTE=Miricx;41735519]I remember when I was a kid, this really freaked me out. Maybe not in the daylight, but if you stayed up to 3AM and decided to play the game, it was pretty creepy.
In fact it still creeps me a little
[video=youtube;B-udfiFZcko]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-udfiFZcko[/video][/QUOTE]
Maybe if you go through it enough you see a porn picture or stars shaping like a dick or something
I just remembered a couple more minor details in the beginning segments of the creepy audio recordings I listened to years ago.
The music was 1812 on one of them, and it seemed to take place in a home office, or maybe a living room. It had a certain reverb to it that suggested a stuffy environment, and there may of been a fireplace lit somewhere, although I';m not sure.
All I can say is, after about 5 entries this ARG or whatever it was disturbed me quite a bit.
There need to be more people in this thread, it's like a fucking ghost town half the time.
[QUOTE=Moustacheman;41767770]There need to be more people in this thread, it's like a fucking ghost town half the time.[/QUOTE]
Someones gotta dump some proper content here, no one has anything to talk about.
Maybe I'll find those recordings, although I have very little to go off of.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SN1GCoVzxGg[/media]
probably already posted a few times, and it has definitely been posted several times in the forums. this is similar to what schizophrenics go through during an episode.
it also happens to be very similar to what people with bipolar can sometimes go through during certain mood episodes.
content from /x/ (copypasta from a 1967 book)
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First of all, I wish to give an account of the attack and tell of the famous incident of July, 1924, when the "Hairy Apes" attacked our cabin. We had been prospecting for six years in the Mt. St. Helens and Lewis River area in Southwest Washington. We had, from time to time, come across large tracks by creek beds and springs. In 1924 I and four other miners were working our gold claim, the Vander White. It was two miles east of Mt. St. Helens near a deep canyon now named "Ape Canyon" — which was so named after an account of the incident reached the newspapers.
Hank, a great hunter and good woodsman, was always a little apprehensive after seeing the tracks. The tracks were large and we knew that no known animal could have made them: the largest measured nineteen inches long.
It was in the middle of July, and we had received a good assay on our claim, and everyone was excited. I remember I had a tooth that was aching, and I suggested to Hank that he should take me to town to see a dentist; but he was so enthused in the prospects of the gold mine, he barely took time to answer me. He replied that "God or the Devil" could not get him away from there. We had all come up in his Ford, and I had no way to get to town unless he took me. So when we went back to our cabin, on the north side of the canyon, I had a nagging tooth ache and little appetite for our evening meal of beans and hotcakes.
Hank, though apprehensive, was still determined. We had been hearing noises in the evening for about a week. We heard a shrill, peculiar whistling each evening. We would hear it coming from one ridge, and then hear an answering whistling from another ridge. We also heard a sound which I could best describe as a booming, thumping sound — just like something was hitting its self on its chest.
Hank asked me to accompany him to the spring, about a hundred yards from our cabin, to get some water, and suggested we take our rifles — to be on the safe side. We walked to the spring, and then, Hank yelled and raised his rifle, and at that instant, I saw it. It was a hairy creature, and he was about a hundred yards away, on the other side of a little canyon, standing by a pine tree. It dodged behind the tree, and poked its head out from the side of the tree. And at the same time, Hank shot. I could see the bark fly out from the tree from each of his three shots. Someone may say that that was quite a distance to see the bark fly, but I saw it. The creature I judged to have been about seven feet tall with blackish-brown hair. It disappeared from our view for a short time, but then we saw it, running fast and upright, about two hundred yards down the little canyon. I shot three times before it disappeared from view.
We took the water back to the cabin, and explained the affair to the rest of the party; and we all agreed, including Hank, to go home the next morning as it would be dark before we could get to the car. We agreed it would be unsound to be caught by darkness on the way out.
Nightfall found us in our pine-log cabin. We had built the cabin ourselves, and had made it very sturdy. It stood for years afterward, and was visited by many sight seers until a few years ago when it was burned to the ground — the circumstances of the fire, I do not recall.
In the cabin, we had a long bunk bed in which two could sleep, feet to feet — the rest of us sleeping on pine boughs on the floor. At one end of the cabin, we had a fireplace, fashioned out of rocks. There were no windows in the cabin. So darkness found all of us in the cabin, more calm now (and my tooth was better, somehow the excitement seemed to work a temporary cure on it). We were sitting around, puffing on pipes, and talking about the trip home the next day.
Each of us settled down in his crude, but welcomed bed, and soon fell asleep. About midnight, we were all awakened. Hank, who was sleeping on the floor was yelling and kicking. But the noise that had awakened us was a tremendous thud against the cabin wall. Some of the chinking had been knocked loose from between the logs and had fell across Hank's chest. He had his rifle in his hand and was waving it back and forth as he kicked and yelled. (Hank always slept with his gun near by — it was a Remington automatic, my gun being a 30-30 Winchester, which I still have).
I helped to get the chinking off him, and he jumped to his feet. Then, we heard a great commotion outside: it sounded like a great number of feet trampling and rattling over a pile of our unused shakes. We grabbed our guns. Hank squinted through the space left by the chinking. By actual count, we saw only three of the creatures together at one time, but it sounded like there were many more.
This was the start of the famous attack, of which so much has been written in Washington and Oregon papers through out the years. Most accounts tell of giant boulders being hurled against the cabin, and say some even fell through the roof, but this was not quite the case. There were very few large rocks around in that area. It is true that many smaller ones were hurled at the cabin, but they did not break through the roof, but hit with a bang, and rolled off. Some did fall through the chimney of the fireplace. Some accounts state I was hit in the head by a rock and knocked unconscious. This is not true.
The only time we shot our guns that night was when the creatures were attacking our cabin. When they would quiet down for a few minutes, we would quit shooting. I told the rest of the party, that maybe if they saw we were only shooting when they attacked, they might realize we were only defending ourselves. We could have had clear shots at them through the opening left by the chinking had we chosen to shoot. We did shoot, however, when they climbed up on our roof. We shot round after round through the roof. We had to brace the hewed-logged door with a long pole taken from the bunk bed. The creatures were pushing against it and the whole door vibrated from the impact. We responded by firing many more rounds through the door. They pushed against the walls of the cabin as if trying to push the cabin over, but this was pretty much an impossibility, as previously stated the cabin was a sturdy made building. Hank and I did most of the shooting — the rest of the party crowded to the far end of the cabin, guns in their hands. One had a pistol, which still is in my family's possession, the others clutched their rifles. They seemed stunned and incredulous.
The attack continued the remainder of the night, with only short intervals between. A most profound and frightening experience occurred when one of the creatures, being close to the cabin, reached an arm through the chinking space and seized one of our axes by the handle (a much written about incident and a true one). Before the thing could pull the axe out, I swiftly turned the head of the axe upright, so that it caught on the logs; and at the same time Hank shot, barely missing my hand.
The creature let go, and I pulled the handle back in, and put the axe in a safe place.
A humorous thing I well remember was Hank singing: "If you leave us alone, we'll leave you alone, and we'll all go home in the morning." He did not mean it to be humorous, for Hank was dead serious, and sang under the impression that the "Mountain Devils" as he called them, might understand and go away.
The attack ended just before daylight. Just as soon as we were sure it was light enough to see, we came cautiously out of the cabin.
It was not long before I saw one of the apelike creatures, standing about eighty yards away near the edge of Ape Canyon. I shot three times, and it toppled over the cliff, down into the gorge, some four hundred feet below.
Then Hank said that we should get out of there as soon as possible; and not bother to pack our supplies or equipment out; "After all," he said, "it's better to lose them, than our lives." We were all only too glad to agree. We brought out only that which we could get in our packsacks. We left about two hundred dollars in supplies, powder, and drilling equipment behind.
I tried to persuade everyone not to relate the happenings to anyone, and they agreed, but Hank soon let the cat out of the bag. We made our way to Spirit Lake, and Hank went in to the ranger station. He had told the ranger earlier about the tracks, and the ranger had replied, "Let me know if you find out what they are." That was just what Hank did, to the puzzlement of the ranger.
When we were back home in Kelso, Washington, he told some of his friends, and somehow the story leaked out to the papers, and the Great Hairy Ape Hunt of 1924 was on.
Local reporters interviewed us. They came from Portland and Seattle — even a big game hunter from England came asking questions, and he had a large gun with him that must have been an elephant gun. Many people flocked to the Mt. St. Helen's area looking for the "Great Hairy Apes", or "Mountain Devils." I, myself, went back with two reporters and a detective from Portland, Oregon. We found large tracks, and they photographed them. We did not see any of the Apemen then, nor could we find the ones we had shot.
So people were asking questions: Was it true? Or was it just a wild tale? I can assure you it is true. Are they human? animal? or devils? I will answer that question in this book. That was a great "Apehunt" in 1924, and the last few years, more and more people have reported seeing them. There is an Apehunt being revived again, and another man has written a book on the subject and has formed a club whose purpose is to find evidence to prove what they already believe: that abominable snowmen of America do exist.
A wealthy person has offered a large sum of money for anyone that can capture one alive. Sightings have been reported in Canada, Washington, Oregon, and northern California. But the purpose of this book, is not only to relate my experiences, but also to bring to light my knowledge about the Abominable Snowmen. I do not wish to embark upon an expedition, but I wish to tell what these beings are.
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[QUOTE=yawmwen;41777075][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SN1GCoVzxGg[/media]
probably already posted a few times, and it has definitely been posted several times in the forums. this is similar to what schizophrenics go through during an episode.
it also happens to be very similar to what people with bipolar can sometimes go through during certain mood episodes.[/QUOTE]
I love this video
[QUOTE=Articsledder;41778202]content from /x/ (copypasta from a 1967 book)[/QUOTE]
sounds like good fuel for a Call of Cthulhu campaign
I like this thread and don't want it to always be dead.
For anyone who hasn't read this already, I highly recommend it
[url]http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/page1.html[/url]
I've been trying to find this story (probably the most disgusting thing I've ever read) that I must have came across while lurking these threads in the past few months but no matter what I put in google nothing will come up.
It was about a gay couple addicted to heroin or something. Eventually while they are high, the narrator drills a hole into the boyfriend's skull and, um, licks it (as well as other things..) and then becomes addicted to brain juice or something.
Please let this have been a real thing, or therapy is needed for the sick shit I came up with.
[QUOTE=Just2Rusty;41854400]I like this thread and don't want it to always be dead.
For anyone who hasn't read this already, I highly recommend it
[url]http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/page1.html[/url][/QUOTE]
I've read this awhile ago, but it's such genius. The old website it's on really gives it a creepy atmosphere, when you're halfway through it, you feel like the only person on the internet. Also [sp]the way the last page links to itself is a perfect ending, creeps you out so bad[/sp]
re: caver
[sp]I thought the end section was pretty poor, his descriptions of caving/tight spaces etc. were perfect but actual storytelling outside of that could definitely have been done by someone else to make it a real masterpiece[/sp]
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