Video Game Urban Legends, Creepy Pasta, Hoaxes, and Other Shit v3 - Don't Make This Fail - General

[QUOTE=papaya;34181802]I love the dreamcast, but the controller feels.. off.[/QUOTE] Maybe your controller was haunted

[QUOTE=Cone;34182520]Maybe your controller was haunted[/QUOTE] As a kid, I loved Sonic Adventures 2. I bought a dreamcast online, but I had no controller. I went to a local pawn shop, but I couldn't find it. Only after trying dozens of shops that I found one that had a controller. I went to the counter and gave it to a fat man who smelled like onions. I have him $40 and he gave me no change, even though the controller cost $30. I decided not to argue, as I'd had a hard time finding the controller in the first place. So I brought it home. The first thing I noticed, after I took out my dreamcast, is that the controller didn't fit right. After some force, it made it in. I decided that it was trivial, and I continued on. I started playing SA2, which I had bought earlier. I tried selecting on the menu, but the controls were sluggish. The controller also felt weird in my hand, like it was too big or something. By now I was slightly annoyed at the pawn shop I had bought this from. After finally selecting the "new" option, I proceeded into the game. That's when I was met with the most horrible sight I had ever seen. The controller was looking back at me. Its buttons were removed, the controller was warped into a horrible grin. I turned off the dreamcast, but it wouldn't turn off! Suddenly, it exploded! Then a skeleton popped out.

games need to do more stuff like silent hill 4, where you have a fake life in the game and then you enter the world, leaving opportunities for fourth wall breaking effects without the cheese

Time to rescue the thread with some videogame related creepypasta! [quote] Let me start by saying that I’m a casual gamer. I enjoy a round of Halo every now and then, or a nice RPG or adventure game. I’m not picky, and I’m not competitive. So when my friend Chelsea called me up to play some games at her house, I was all for it. I left to her place at around 7, opting to catch the bus rather than walk in the spring rain. During the bus ride, I remember thinking about the time I visited them on April 1st. Chelsea and her family had gotten me with a prank involving replacing the filling of Oreos with toothpaste. It was all in good fun, and we shared a good laugh. I briefly wondered if they had anything in store for me today, on Friday the 13th. It wasn’t until I heard the bus doors close behind me that I realized I was standing outside at the bus stop. At a brisk pace, I walked the remaining 3 blocks to Chelsea’s house. I was greeted by the barking of their two dogs, Essie and Miller. The minute Chelsea opened the door, I was rushed by Miller, the energetic fluffball. Essie just lied on the floor lazily, as she often did. We went into the main room and made ourselves comfortable. I’d always liked the feel of her house; It felt warm and inviting. But on that night it was different. It seemed a little less comforting than it usually did. I passed it off as a side-effect of the gloomy weather. Tonight, the game of choice was the latest Call of Duty release, Black Ops. As I said before, I’m not the competitive type. Chelsea on the other hand, had guns blazing as soon as the game loaded. Good ol’ Chelsea. We had fun for a couple hours; Killing other players online in a flurry of bullets and button-mashing. As the clock neared 10, Chelsea’s brother Nathan came upstairs. “Can I play?” he asked, behind a mischievous grin. He’d always been a little trickster, just 13 years old. I’m still convinced he was the one behind the Oreo prank. We let him join, alternating turns every round or so. Near midnight, Nathan made a suggestion. “Let’s play zombies!” Now, for those of you who aren’t aware, “Zombies” is a mode in the game in which up to four players can work together to fend off hordes of the undead. It’s not really scary, just mindless zombie killing. It sounded like fun, so we agreed. A few minutes in, an odd thought struck me. I had realized why the house felt different. “Hey Chelsea? Where are your parents?” I had asked. Usually, they greeted me with a warm smile within five minutes of my arrival. She paused the game. “They went out for the night. They’ll be back in the morning.” As she said this, I caught a grin cross Nathan’s face. Something in the back of my head told me that they weren’t gone, and my earlier suspicions may have been correct. I decided to stay wary, but for the time being, I would have fun. After several close calls with reanimated corpses, we made it to a part in the level with a “Random Box”. For a certain amount of points, the Random Box will give you a completely random weapon; It’s always fun to see what you’ll get. Nathan used it first. As always, he got a very useful weapon, an automatic rifle. Chelsea followed suit, but was stuck with a near-useless handgun. Then it was my turn; And of all the things I expected to get, what came out of that box was certainly not one of them. At first, I thought my eyes were deceiving me (I had misplaced my glasses earlier that week). Instead of the regular weapon, what appeared to be some type of toy was suspended in mid-air over the box. We all sort of looked at it, trying to figure out what it was. We knew that sometimes, a toy clapper-monkey with cymbals would appear, as a joke to the player. While inconvenient, it wasn’t ever a big deal. However, this wasn’t a monkey. As we studied it, we realized it was a doll. But further inspection sent a shiver down my spine. It was burned. Badly. Its clothing was scarcely there, as well as its hair. It was missing an eye and was half-charred. Before either of us could say anything, it began to rise higher into the air. And that’s when the giggling began. Not childish giggling, or a mirthful chuckle. It was unsettling, unnerving, and it just didn’t belong. It honestly jarred me for a second, and I didn’t know how to respond. The doll rose higher into the air, until it was entirely off-screen. The only evidence it even appeared was the faint echos of a twisted child’s laughter that followed it. As the last of the giggling subsided, the screen flashed red. Then silence. I thought for a single moment that Nathan had somehow done this. But he looked confused, and I could see even a little fear in his eyes. Chelsea was stunned as well. For a long moment, no one said anything. That is, until Chelsea noticed something odd. “Where are all of the zombies?” She asked, and she was right. It had been too quiet, and we realized why. There weren’t any zombies. In fact, during the entire appearance of the doll, not a single zombie had made its presence known. For a full 30 seconds, we roamed the level with to no avail. Nathan opened his mouth to speak, but then we heard it again. The eerie, ghastly laughter that had accompanied the doll. This time, however, there was no doll to be found. That’s when the screen flashed red again. Before anyone could react, hundreds of charred dolls appeared in the game. Crawling, giggling, misshapen dolls. They covered the ground, climbing onto our characters and giggling gleefully as they somehow ripped open wounds, causing blood to spill everywhere. I looked away. I knew it was just a game, but I was just too creeped out. When I looked back, the screen had its customary Game Over screen. But there was something different. Our characters names appeared at the bottom of the screen, and Nathan’s was highlighted for some reason. The house was quiet; We all just sat there, collecting ourselves. I was the first to speak. “Good one Nathan. You actually freaked me out a little.” I tried to keep the light quivering out of my voice. His quizzical look didn’t help. “What are you talking about?” was his reply. I was determined to expose him. “The creepy doll thing in the game. I know you did that as a joke.” He just slowly shook his head. “Brian, I didn’t. I’ve never seen that happen before.” I don’t know why, but I felt myself get angry. I decided to just let him have his fun. It was just a stupid joke, afterall. “If you say so.” I turned to Chelsea. “Did you want to get a snack from the kitchen?” She nodded, and we got up. Neither of us bothered to turn off the game. In the kitchen we rummaged through the cupboards to find some glasses and plates. We heard Nathan shout his need to pee from the other room, then his footsteps heading to the restroom. We browsed the kitchen for a few more minutes, returning to the living room with hot cider and cookies. We sat there for a bit, sipping our drinks and munching cookies until Chelsea spoke up. “We should probably watch TV or something. There might be a movie on.” I agreed, and picked up the controller to turn of the Xbox. I pressed the guide button on the controller, and waited for the menu to pop up so I could turn it off. It didn’t. Sighing in both resignation and frustration, I got up to turn it off. I pressed the button, expecting the little green light to disappear, but it didn’t. Some Xbox 360 models freeze up sometimes, but I don’t recall them not being able to shut off. I tried again to no avail. I studied it for a few minutes, when Chelsea’s voice caught my attention. “Where’s Nathan? He could probably fix it.” She sounded concerned, and a thought struck me. Where was Nathan? He’d been gone for at least fifteen minutes. I was about to call his name, when I heard a sound that made my blood run cold. The giggling. Instantly, both of our eyes shot to the screen. It was the same “Game Over” screen, but Nathan’s name was no longer highlighted. In fact, it appeared dull compared to ours. My heart was pounding almost as fast as my mind was racing. “What the hell was that?” I asked. But Chelsea had already stood up, and was headed toward the restroom. I followed, and knocked on the door. “Nate? You done in there?” No response. I tried the knob, and it was unlocked. Something told me not to open it. I don’t know what or why, but I wish to God that I had listened to it. I opened the door, and the first thing I saw was red. Blood was everywhere. Nathan was lying on the floor, a thick, dark red line from one side of his throat to the other. Another deep cut traced from his throat down to his abdomen. His short, brown hair was matted in blood, and his normally pale form was absolutely colorless. I tried to suppress the urge to vomit. A heard Chelsea move behind me, and realized I couldn’t let her see this. But I was too late. I heard a gasp, followed by the most agonizing scream. I quickly shut the door, and turned to Chelsea. She had a look of terror, revulsion, pain, and agony etched onto her face. It broke my heart to see it, but I knew we had other things to worry about first. “Chelsea, I’m so, so sorry. But you have to listen to me. We have to get the fuck out of here, now!” Sobbing, she made a sound that sounded like agreement, though I couldn’t tell. I was nauseous, confused, terrified, and every imaginable type of sickened. We bolted to the door, but the handle wouldn’t budge. It wasn’t just stuck, it was fucking immovable. I felt the first waves of genuine panic setting in, and I could see Chelsea close to breaking down. ‘Shit, shit, SHIT.’ I pulled out my phone, and dialed 911. Nothing but static. I didn’t know what to do. We were trapped here, with no phone, and Chelsea’s mutilated brother in a blood-soaked restroom. ‘Oh my god, Chelsea!’ My mind immediately assumed the worst, but I turned around to find Chelsea sitting on the floor, mute with shock, grief, and terror. “Chelsea, get up! We have to GO!” I yelled. I wasn’t mad at her, but I was so overwhelmed, that I didn’t know what to do. She stood, and held onto my arm. I heard Essie and Miller barking outside, where we left them after I had arrived. I silently thanked God that they were safe. In the living room, I turned to her. “Chelsea, we’ve got to find a way out, so we can-” I stopped short. Behind her, on the screen, was her characters name, highlighted. I must’ve showed my horror on my face, because she turned around to see what I was gaping at. A wave of terror showed on her face. She looked at me, as if I knew what to do. And suddenly, I did. We were getting the hell out of there. “Chelsea, hold on to me!” I screamed. I didn’t care that I was crying, or that I was shaking. I had to get us out of there before anything else happened. She did as I instructed, and I picked her up. Without another thought, I made a sprinting beeline for the window. As soon as she realized what I was doing, she gripped me tighter. Her hands were balled so tight that her knuckles had turned white. We crashed through the window and into the front yard. I was bleeding. The glass had bit into my legs, arms, chest, and face. But we were out. Chelsea was unscathed, and managed to stand up on her own. The soft giggling from inside the house was all the motivation we needed to run. A week later, it was all over the news. We couldn’t tell them the whole story, or they’d think we were nuts. The media had taken every possible angle and ran with it. Everything from “Neighborhood Killers” to “Child Murderers” were on every paper in the city. At Nathan’s funeral, I sat with Chelsea and her parents. It was heartbreaking. I really liked that kid. A few days after that, I was sitting in my living room. I looked at my stack of games. My eyes rested on one of them. Call of Duty: Black Ops. The memories of that night came rushing back, and I almost screamed. I realized to move on, I’d have to forget what happened and go on with my life. I popped the disk in, deciding to play the campaign mode. Assassinate Castro or something. While the disk loaded, I decided to call Chelsea and check up on her. No answer. ‘Oh well’ I thought. She probably didn’t feel like talking. As I looked back to the TV, I froze. Instead of the Title Screen, it had the same “Game Over” screen from that night. Nathan and Chelsea’s names were dulled. Mine was highlighted. I heard a giggle. [/quote] BUT THEN WHO WAS DOLL?

That wasn't really that good of a story Pretty dull t [editline]13th January 2012[/editline] oh fuk shit is just heard a fuckking gigle im fucking scared help

[QUOTE=Wilford Brimley;34198753]That wasn't really that good of a story Pretty dull t [editline]13th January 2012[/editline] oh fuk shit is just heard a fuckking gigle im fucking scared help[/QUOTE] It's not that good but at least it's something.

no guys im serious i am so fuckign scared me right now im gonna call the cops but the phone is in the hallway FUCK

[QUOTE=Wilford Brimley;34198753]That wasn't really that good of a story Pretty dull t [editline]13th January 2012[/editline] oh fuk shit is just heard a fuckking gigle im fucking scared help[/QUOTE] Oh shit, I tried rating you agree and accidentally clicked disagree. Not a big deal, just letting you know.

haha wow i just realized i posted that on friday the 13th

[QUOTE=Wilford Brimley;34199715]no guys im serious i am so fuckign scared me right now im gonna call the cops but the phone is in the hallway FUCK[/QUOTE] You're not dead, are you Brimley? [sp]oh shit his last activity was five hours ago[/sp]

my cousin typed up a story about skyrim, and seeing as how he's only thirteen i thought it was pretty decent. although, i am easily entertained. [url]http://pastebin.com/Nuq9zBuz[/url] what does someone else think? it's far from perfect and bone-chilling i know, but if he's serious about writing i figure i'd let someone else critique his story without any bias of family relations.

Way back on Christmas I got this really terrible kinect game "House of Nightmares" and a kinect to play it on. So skip ahead a couple of weeks and today I finally decided to play it because no one was home to make fun of my crazy flailing around. My impressions of it were exactly as I thought it would be. The game was not creepy had terrible controls and was generally laughable. I was making my way through the game and as time went on I started to notice that the controls were getting worse and worse, it finally got to the point where it was completely unplayable. I decided to do a kinect tuner calibration test thing to see if it would fix anything. [quote][img]https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTf2-blgsXGx67rkCS8YL6ENNjLD1pirdRPjGto7RLI2wxQ8vlv[/img] this is what the tuner looks like for people who don't know[/quote] Right as I paused the game I almost relived my bowels into my pants, over in the corner of the screen was another figure sitting in the chair with its legs crossed. I quickly turned around thinking my father had come home at some point of time without my knowledge and had been sitting there, but to my surprise there was no one sitting there. I got a sudden chilling feeling then I turned back around to look at the tuner and the figure had uncrossed it's legs. I freaked out shut down everything and ran to my room and called a friend for some really dumb reason just so I could hear someones voice. After a bit of thinking I came to the conclusion that I was just being silly, it was probably just an unusual arrangement of lights in the background. I went back to playing the game and to my relief there was no longer a figure sitting in the chair. Time went on again and then it happened the controls started to go wonky again. I was scared I didn't want to check it but against my better judgment I paused the game and there it was standing next to me, there it was clear as day someone standing next to me, I proceeded to flip out run into my room and write this post. Seriously this is happening I don't know whether or not to believe its just some freak accidental placing of lights or if there is something really creepy going on here.

[QUOTE=Tovip;34211015]Way back on Christmas I got this really terrible kinect game "House of Nightmares" and a kinect to play it on. So skip ahead a couple of weeks and today I finally decided to play it because no one was home to make fun of my crazy flailing around. My impressions of it were exactly as I thought it would be. The game was not creepy had terrible controls and was generally laughable. I was making my way through the game and as time went on I started to notice that the controls were getting worse and worse, it finally got to the point where it was completely unplayable. I decided to do a kinect tuner calibration test thing to see if it would fix anything. Right as I paused the game I almost relived my bowels into my pants, over in the corner of the screen was another figure sitting in the chair with its legs crossed. I quickly turned around thinking my father had come home at some point of time without my knowledge and had been sitting there, but to my surprise there was no one sitting there. I got a sudden chilling feeling then I turned back around to look at the tuner and the figure had uncrossed it's legs. I freaked out shut down everything and ran to my room and called a friend for some really dumb reason just so I could hear someones voice. After a bit of thinking I came to the conclusion that I was just being silly, it was probably just an unusual arrangement of lights in the background. I went back to playing the game and to my relief there was no longer a figure sitting in the chair. Time went on again and then it happened the controls started to go wonky again. I was scared I didn't want to check it but against my better judgment I paused the game and there it was standing next to me, there it was clear as day someone standing next to me, I proceeded to flip out run into my room and write this post. Seriously this is happening I don't know whether or not to believe its just some freak accidental placing of lights or if there is something really creepy going on here.[/QUOTE] That's pretty creepy. But who knows, maybe it's a feature put in by the devs to give the game something actually scary?

[QUOTE=cardfan212;34211819]That's pretty creepy. But who knows, maybe it's a feature put in by the devs to give the game something actually scary?[/QUOTE] Probably.

[QUOTE=Tovip;34211015]Nice pasta[/quote]Stay away from mirrors :v:

[QUOTE=Burgervich;34213896]Probably.[/QUOTE] Wouldn't it be really hard to detect that there was a chair and then put someone in that chair in a program that is not made by the devs?

So is Brimley dead or what

[QUOTE=RearAdmiral;34214268]So is Brimley dead or what[/QUOTE] I am so dead bro it is almost impossible to comprehend how dead I am [editline]15th January 2012[/editline] We are talking a universal collective hivemind-esque knowledge that I am completely deceased, that my brain has disintegrated so long ago that the elements that first made up the universe would extend a pseudopod and scratch their protozoan heads, struggling to consciously remember even the slightest fraction of its existence

[QUOTE=supersnail11;34214244]Wouldn't it be really hard to detect that there was a chair and then put someone in that chair in a program that is not made by the devs?[/QUOTE] Maybe the house of nightmares was HIS HOUSE! Spooooooky.

[QUOTE=Tovip;34211015]Way back on Christmas I got this really terrible kinect game "House of Nightmares" and a kinect to play it on. So skip ahead a couple of weeks and today I finally decided to play it because no one was home to make fun of my crazy flailing around. My impressions of it were exactly as I thought it would be. The game was not creepy had terrible controls and was generally laughable. I was making my way through the game and as time went on I started to notice that the controls were getting worse and worse, it finally got to the point where it was completely unplayable. I decided to do a kinect tuner calibration test thing to see if it would fix anything. Right as I paused the game I almost relived my bowels into my pants, over in the corner of the screen was another figure sitting in the chair with its legs crossed. I quickly turned around thinking my father had come home at some point of time without my knowledge and had been sitting there, but to my surprise there was no one sitting there. I got a sudden chilling feeling then I turned back around to look at the tuner and the figure had uncrossed it's legs. I freaked out shut down everything and ran to my room and called a friend for some really dumb reason just so I could hear someones voice. After a bit of thinking I came to the conclusion that I was just being silly, it was probably just an unusual arrangement of lights in the background. I went back to playing the game and to my relief there was no longer a figure sitting in the chair. Time went on again and then it happened the controls started to go wonky again. I was scared I didn't want to check it but against my better judgment I paused the game and there it was standing next to me, there it was clear as day someone standing next to me, I proceeded to flip out run into my room and write this post. Seriously this is happening I don't know whether or not to believe its just some freak accidental placing of lights or if there is something really creepy going on here.[/QUOTE] Not that I believe there was actually a ghost in your house or something, but this is still creepy as fuck.

update about the kinect thing I spent the last few hours on my laptop with my back against the wall (yeah I'm a real chicken) and continued to wait for someone to return home. While I was waiting I picked up on all those little sounds that you usually ignore while not in a panicked state (thumps and creeks that sort of thing). One of the sounds that really got to me though was a couple of dishes crashing to the floor which I later found out actually happened (paranoia seeping in now). Finally my little sister came home and I told her about the story, she usually is superstitions about things like this but she refused to believe me. I decided to show her (if I could) but of course there was nothing on the screen. She showed me a combination of lights that she thought might have set it off the first time, but the problem is that it looked nothing like what I saw and the kinect refuses to detect the lights as people also what about the second time WHEN IT WAS STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I checked all the possible light sources, lamps, sunlight, computer monitors, things that could have done it but there was nothing that had the slightest possibility of setting it off. As for it being something in the game that's what I like to believe for now but the people who made this game don't strike me as the geniuses that would think of and be able to implement something like this. also sorry about the name in the last post its actually "Rise of Nightmares" Debating if I should ever use the kinect alone again because I am a wienie.

[QUOTE=Tovip;34218159]update about the kinect thing I spent the last few hours on my laptop with my back against the wall (yeah I'm a real chicken) and continued to wait for someone to return home. While I was waiting I picked up on all those little sounds that you usually ignore while not in a panicked state (thumps and creeks that sort of thing). One of the sounds that really got to me though was a couple of dishes crashing to the floor which I later found out actually happened (paranoia seeping in now). Finally my little sister came home and I told her about the story, she usually is superstitions about things like this but she refused to believe me. I decided to show her (if I could) but of course there was nothing on the screen. She showed me a combination of lights that she thought might have set it off the first time, but the problem is that it looked nothing like what I saw and the kinect refuses to detect the lights as people also what about the second time WHEN IT WAS STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO ME. I checked all the possible light sources, lamps, sunlight, computer monitors, things that could have done it but there was nothing that had the slightest possibility of setting it off. As for it being something in the game that's what I like to believe for now but the people who made this game don't strike me as the geniuses that would think of and be able to implement something like this. also sorry about the name in the last post its actually "Rise of Nightmares" Debating if I should ever use the kinect alone again because I am a wienie.[/QUOTE] Dishes crashing to the floor? I am beginning to detect bullshit now.

[QUOTE=Burgervich;34218533]Dishes crashing to the floor? I am beginning to detect bullshit now.[/QUOTE] In this instance I'm going to suspend my disbelief a little bit, it's still better than most creepypastas.

[QUOTE=Burgervich;34218533]Dishes crashing to the floor? I am beginning to detect bullshit now.[/QUOTE] I think I have Rise of Nightmares somewhere around, I can check this shit out if you guys want, see if this guys bullshitting or not.

[QUOTE=WillerinV1.02;34218589]I think I have Rise of Nightmares somewhere around, I can check this shit out if you guys want, see if this guys bullshitting or not.[/QUOTE] Do it. Get some chair and put it near you too.

[QUOTE=Burgervich;34218533]Dishes crashing to the floor? I am beginning to detect bullshit now.[/QUOTE] no I don't think it was ghosts or anything just some wobbly dishes piled up but it sure did startle me

Terraria one was spooky, reading the author later responding to people saying "good story" and him saying that his writing was improving made me feel a bit better. It's not real... RIGHT?

[QUOTE=Bman212;34205159]my cousin typed up a story about skyrim, and seeing as how he's only thirteen i thought it was pretty decent. although, i am easily entertained. [url]http://pastebin.com/Nuq9zBuz[/url] what does someone else think? it's far from perfect and bone-chilling i know, but if he's serious about writing i figure i'd let someone else critique his story without any bias of family relations.[/QUOTE] I kinda got the feeling that it dragged on for a bit with relatively little truly creepy moments, but, especially for something made by a thirteen year old (hate to judge someone by their age, but hey), that was excellent.

A friend of mine played silent hill 2 while on pot and livestreamed himself. Didn't end well.

[QUOTE=Tovip;34218159]update about the kinect thing[/QUOTE] Do it again, but have a camera with you. Or maybe you're just going insane, bro.