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Anonymous
creepypasta thread tiem nao.
pic unrelated, just that this thread could use moar c'thulu.
>> Anonymous
Among the undergrowth through which the stink ant forages daily in Cameroon, West Central Africa, lurks a hidden danger. A fungus, with spores that cannot be seen by the naked eye. A fungus that is easily absorbed into the most readily available host-- the ant. These spores lodge in its brain, growing and causing the small creature to seemingly lose its grip on sanity. The unfortunate arthropod then shrieks and cries loud enough for the human ear to detect. Then suddenly.. there is method in the madness. This ground-dwelling ant begins to climb.. and climb.. and climb.. until reaching the ideal height for the fungus to reproduce. It then latches on to the tree and waits for sweet death. After another two weeks, a spike emerges from the head of the ant-- a spike with a bright orange tip. Eventually, it explodes, showering spores down on the forest floor below. The forest floor where more ants crawl..

Not exactly scary for us, but think about it-- mind-controlling fungus. And what of other fungi, like the so-called harmless Podaxis pistillaris, an edible desert mushroom..? There have been a few reports of it lodging its spores in human flesh, causing strange growths, oozing sores and odd neural sensations. Funny.. the spores didn't burst forth until humans were nearby.

Maybe the world isn't as safe as we thought..
>> Anonymous
There is a small clearing in the Vermont woods with an abandoned Silver Bullet trailer. If you go inside the trailer you will find it empty and in disarray - veneer is peeling off the walls and newspapers are strewn about the ground. In the back of the trailer there is a jukebox. Turn it on - even though there is no power source it will light up. It only plays one song, "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash. The newspapers will always have today's date. Listen to the song, read the paper and await a visit.
>> Anonymous
An unpopular young med. student had been particularly annoying one day and some of her classmates decided to play a trick on her. They snuck into her room after she'd gone to bed and placed an amputated arm into bed with her. The next morning they anxiously awaited her reaction but got none. Eventually they went up to check on her and found her sitting on the bed, moaning and gurgling as she gnawed on the arm
>> Anonymous
>>217065
This one's too over the top to give me any sort of creeps. Ants shrieking, big orange spike, an explosion of spores. Needs to be more subtle to be effective.

Of course, there is a REAL parasitic worm that grows inside the body of insects and basically forces them to commit suicide by drowning so it can live in water.
>> Anonymous
>>217073
Name? Sauce?
>> Anonymous
Life isn't safe. You die at the end of it.
>> Anonymous
>>217079
I knew someone would ask that. I knew because I can't remember right now.

I'll have a look through wikipedia.
>> Anonymous
>>217073
That story is actually real. Watch more discovery channel.
>> Maddeth !fan6zYy4J2
Here's sum Cthulu

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QUyrm4tgj4
>> Anonymous
>>217079
Found it!

http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/09/0901_050901_wormparasite.html
>> Anonymous
>>217088
link plox
>> Anonymous
>>217092
I wonder if they could infect people.
I mean, most likely not, but that'd be something.
>> Anonymous
>>217092
OP here: that is pretty fucking cool.
>> Anonymous
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/09/images/050901_wormparasite.jpg
I love this pic
>> Anonymous
>>217068
MOAR!
>> Anonymous
On the underside of your refrigerator there is a switch. Reach under there and feel for it. Don't mind the dust clumps and the roaches. You'll know it when you feel it, it's a hard metal tab sticking out of a slot in the plastic underside. I will be set on the righthand side (when you're facing the fridge). If you switch it to the left, nothing will happen. Your appliances will continue to run, the floor won't open into a swirling vortex that leads directly into the deepest circle of hell. You won't even hear a hitch in the hum of the refrigerator. You will get up and brush off and go about your business, you may move out of your apartment and leave the refrigerator behind, switch set to the left like it doesn't even matter.

When you die, five years later, the fingers, toes, and eyes of an unidentified person will be found in your stomach.
>> Anonymous
In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.

She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She went to the police, who raided the address on the envelope, where they found heaps of human flesh for sale.

And what was in the envelope? "This is the last one I am sending you today."
>> Anonymous
The scariest thing that ever happened to me happened when I was 8 and had just convinced my parents to make give my brother his own room. Now, the two important things to understand before I tell this story are :
1)I was afraid of the dark, so I kept the hall light on all night and my door open
2)I could see the stairs that led to the main floor very clearly from my bed when the door was open.

Now, as I was saying, I had just gotten my brother to sleep in a different room for the first time ever, so I was a little scared. I had just woken up from a bad sleep and was a little groggy, so I sat up and started counting (a trick of my dad's to fall back asleep). I look out the door and see my mom going downstairs. Being 8, I decide to tell her I can't sleep, so I call her. She doesn't answer and goes right down the stairs, so I follow her. She goes around the corner at the bottom of the stairs (still not answering me) and, still following, I look. She isn't there. All the lights downstairs are off. The whole main floor is, presumably, empty. So I run to my parent's room to ask my dad what is going on, and there is my mum, sleeping. I woke her up to ask why she went downstairs and she had no idea what I was talking about.

I went back to my room, very scared and trying to fall back asleep, so I start counting. I look out the door again, and see my mum coming back up the stairs, then she looks at me. I just closed my eyes and couldn't open them for the rest of the night. It is still the most unsettling thing I have ever gone through. I can't even write it without getting chills.
>> Anonymous
When you live in a bright place, you get used to light, and it starts affecting you less. When you live in a dark place, you get used to dark, and it starts affecting you less. When you live in a violent place, youn get used to violence, and it starts affecting you less.

And when you skydive enough, you get used to gravity, and it starts affecting you less.

This is nowhere near as pleasent as it sounds.
>> Anonymous
An employee at a frisbee plant had a vision of Christ and was told that he was to be gifted with the power of performing miracles and be the first prophet of Christ since biblical times. When he came out of the vision he felt an immense wave of energy flow through he body. Unfortunately he promptly fell into a vat of hot plastic and was killed instantly. No one was around to witness this event so his body was left to dissolve in the plastic. Now there are exactly 553 frisbees which contain parts of this man. If you collect all of them and methodically eat them until you have absorbed all of the man you will summon the arch-angel Michael who will then do your bidding for 40 days.
>> Anonymous
>>217324

rly rly?
>> Anonymous
>>217324is the original Holder's story
>> Anonymous
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NEEDS MOAR CTHULU!
>> Anonymous
The whole "and the cow jumped over the moon" song/nursery rhyme is in fact an early interpretaion of an apocalyptic prophesy, all of the events in the song are metphors for what will lead to the end of the world except for the bit about the fork running away with the spoon. All the spoons and forks of the world will disappear on the penultimate night, along will all the dinner plates and mechanical egg whisks.
>> Anonymous
In the middle of Boston Harbor, between the Aquarium and Logan Airport, is a strip of land. this land is exactly 666 square feet. If you are able to see it, then stand upon it. You will hear a voice. This voice will tell you one thing and one thing only. a 7 digit phone number. Go home and sleep for exactly 4 hours, then wake up and immediately call the number, using your own area code. On the other end will be a man who will tell you The Truth. All of it, unadulterated and unabridged. If you can listen to it without going mad, then you will know the reason for everything, and it will all make sense.
>> Anonymous
It is said that there is at least one mirror present at every birth. A window; the blade of a scalpel, anything. If you can find yours, stare into your reflection's eyes for exactly an hour. You fall unconcious, and be in the delivery room, witnessing the final moments before you entered this world. The doctor will greet you, and his eyes will look into yours, and they shall be your own. At this moment, the doctor knows everything about you, and will ask you a question about yourself. The question will not be easy, and you must be incredibly metacognitive to answer it correctly. If you do, you shall be born, and wake up with knowledge beyond mortal comprehension. If you answer incorrectly, you will come out stillborn, your skin cracked and burnt, and you will never wake up.
>> Anonymous
A young man and his new bride were honeymooning in Paris when his wife went into a restroom and didn't return.

With time the man began to fear the worst and went to the police, the police thought it was most likely the girl simply had second thoughts about the marriage, but they checked it out anyway and found no evidence of foul play

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 freakshow 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.
>> Anonymous
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, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the 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.
>> Anonymous
There is a demon of great evil, that will be able to walk upon the Earth if someone is told of its existence and does not repeat the name to another. To the best of my ability, his name roughly approximates "Jkqxxllyuo".

This was told to me by a rather unkempt man on the street; if you have not noticed it already, I just told it to you.
>> Anonymous
My sister died when I was younger. It started out like a case of the flu, she had a fever, kept throwing up, and my mom kept her home from school for a few days. My Dad returned from a buisness trip to southeast asia, and gave her a little porcelain doll he got while he was over there, hoping it'd make her feel better. Unfortunately her condition just took a turn for the worse, and they took her to the hospital the next day. She insisted we bring the doll with her, so they made me carry it. I didn't like the doll. it was always cold, no matter how long you held onto it. it had these weird eyes. most of the time they looked black, but in the right light, they looked a deep, dark red. it was a freaky little thing, and I wanted to smash it. I couldn't understand why she'd like something like that. The doctors couldn't figure out anything unsual about her condition, and told my parents it must just be a bad case of the flu. They kept her in the hospital for IV fluids and observation. She insisted we leave the doll in the room, and the nurses told us that'd be fine, so we left it there.
>> Anonymous
>>217457
I talked to my dad about it, asked him where he got that doll. He said he found it really cheap in a market where he was staying. The shopkeeper had told him that the previous owner had died, and they were selling some of her stuff to pay for her funeral. I must've looked really worried, 'cause he told me not to worry, that my sister would be fine. He was wrong. She only got worse, and worse. Her condition deteriorated rapidly, and they had to move her into the ICU, and the worse she got, the redder the eyes of the doll got. It was feeding off her, I knew it. the next time we visited, my parents left me in the room, while they talked to the nurses. My sister was sleeping so I grabbed it, intent on smashing it, but it was freezing cold to the touch, and I couldn't bring myself to lift it. It was like the doll wouldn't let me. Then I heard my sister's voice telling me to leave it alone. I don't know why I obeyed.. I knew it had to go. That night, she died in her sleep. Afterwords, I tried to tell my parents it was the doll that killed her, but they wouldn't listen to me, they were too distraught.
>> Anonymous
>>217458
They put the doll back in her room, and I started having nightmares about it. It talks to me in my sister's voice, telling me that my mom is next. I knew what I had to do, I had to destroy the doll. I couldn't let it kill anyone else. I tried to get myself to smash it again, but whenever i got near it, I got crazy with fear, I couldnt bring myself to touch it... I had this feeling that if I touched it, I'd die next, just like my sister had. I thought about it, and decided I needed some holy water, so I biked around looking for a church. none of the churches I found had any fonts with water just sitting around in them, so I filled a water bottle from the water fountain by the bathrooms, and hoped that'd be enough. I filled a squirt gun with it, and got as close as I could to the doll. I was quaking with fear as I approached, and aimed the squirtgun at the doll and fired. my first shot went wild, hitting the wall to the left of the doll. its eyes flashed red and glowed, staring at me. It spoke inside my head, with my sister's voice, laughing at me, telling me the horrible things it would do to me when I died.i squeezed the trigger again and hit it in the face. the voice in my head shrieked, and the doll cracked in two, and steamed. The nightmares stopped, and my mom didn't die. But sometimes I still dream of the doll, telling me its not over.
>> Anonymous
Outside of my city, there is an apple orchard, with a small cemetary at the end of it. only 5 or 10 graves in it. if you visit the cemetary, it is customary to leave a small offering by the largest headstone, even an apple from the orchard will do. if you do not, every night you go to sleep that week, you will see an old man in your dreams. On the first night, he will appear to be a normal balding old man. he will tip his hat to you and walk away. on the second night, he will have a knife in his right hand. he will tip his hat to you, and walk off once more. the third night, he will lick the knife, and laugh, before dissapearing. on the fourth night, he will appear closer to you than before, and lick his knife once more. on the fifth, he will be practically ontop of you. on the sixth, he will appear as a skeleton dressed in rotted rags, still holding the knife, still making the licking motion. on the final night, no one knows what happens, they have all either gone back by then and made an offering, or they have died of heart attacks in their sleep
>> Anonymous
One time, I was visiting friends in ohio, and we'd always wanted to go explore the old abandoned mental hospital about 20 miles from where they lived. They had been there once before, but would never tell me much about it. That was kinda weird, because they had been so excited to go, but after they got back from the first visit they hardly spoke of the place. I figured that maybe it'd just been real boring. But still, I wanted to see it for myself. So, upon ariving there I suggested that we go see the mental hospital. at first they gave noncomittal responses and changed the subject finally saying that I really didnt want to go, I didnt know what I was getting into, but eventually I pressed it, and said if they werent gonna go, I'd go alone (Real stupid idea, I know. I just wanted to force their hand)
>> Anonymous
>>217463
SO, we go there, and the closer that we get, the less talkative everyone gets. By this point, I figure its gonna be really creepy and totally worth the trip, if theyre like this. and we get there, and immediately I think I'm wrong about that. it IS pretty boring. lots of smashed windows, and graffitti. we wander around upstairs, avoiding places where the floor collapsed, theres the usual beer bottles and gang tags. and we work our way through the first floor, I nearly break an arm riding a gurney down a hallway, when I found the stairs to the basement. the walls were covered in shiny red spraypaint, all these drawings of eyes, and some symbols that almost looked like biohazard symbols, except that some only have half as many curvy parts, and some have twice as many as they should. I wish I had a picture, its too hard to describe in words.
>> Anonymous
This was paydirt. before they can catch up to me, I'm down the stairs and into the hall below. and at the other end, I see a dim flickering, like someone left a TV on in the room at the end of the hall. Except they couldnt have, the only electricity there was the batteries in our flashlights. so i run to the end of the hall to see what it is, and i step into the room, and i cant see anything, but this white-gray light, and theres this whining buzzing noise, sortof like a cicada. I dropped to my knees and felt like I was gonna puke. The room felt like it was spinning around me, I couldnt tell which direction was which, and my vision started to narrow when I felt a hand grab me firmly by the shoulder and drag me.
>> Anonymous
>>217465
It was my friend, who had his eyes closed, and was holding onto his girlfriend out in the hall. they pulled me out, and helped me to the first floor. I threw up at the top of the stairs, and none of us said anything till we got back to the car, and they said they told me so. To this day, none of us have ever figured out what was up with that room.
>> Anonymous
>>217315

Is anyone else not getting this? Or is it just me?
>> Anonymous
>>217509

The woman asked to deliver the letter was going to be the next hunk of human flesh for sale.
>> Anonymous
>>217513
They must have been REAL desperate. Old people are too stringy and tough. lost all their flavor too.

... what?
>> Anonymous
>>217509
Some guy runs a butcher shop where they sell human meat to compensate for the lack of food. This blind man sends the people he can convince to the adress with the envelope. The man at the butcher shop reads the note and then butchers the people, against their will. Think Texas Chainsaw Massacre. She noticed that the blind man wasn't really blind, he was faking it to convince people to deliver the note for him and she noticed he wasn't blind. She reported it to the cops, they raided the adress on the envelope and found out that it was indeed a human butcher shop.
>> Anonymous
>>217509
Food was short, so they were killing and eating people. The blind man asked a favor of a girl, to carry an envelope for her. At the address listed on the envelope, I assume there is someone waiting to kill and skin the girl, to make more food to sell. "This is the last one I am sending you today" meaning this is the last person I give an envelope to deliver to have you kill and skin.
>> Anonymous
>>217515
not very observant, are we? the old man gave the YOUNG lady the envelope to deliver
>> Anonymous
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.

Phenomenon the first: 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.
>> Anonymous
>>217516
>>217539
>>217513
Let's explain it a few more times.
>> Anonymous
>>217541
Got me there. *shrugs*
>> Anonymous
original content? on my /x/?

There is an old dirt road in colorado, it's the only dirt road in the area, all others are paved, I wont tell you the exact location for your own safety in case you are stupid enough to go there, in the 1800s there was a school at the end of the road, three old women lived there and worked there as teachers, at the time there was a flu epidemic in the area so it was not unusual for people, especially young children to fall ill and die, but it seemed this area had higher death rates among children than any of the surrounding areas, people began to talk, they said the old women were witches and that they were cursing their children.
>> Anonymous
>>217572
One day while a mother was helping her young son to bathe she noticed a small cut just under his armpit, she asked him about it but he couldnt tell her what happened, he said he didnt know where he got the cut, she decided to talk to some of the other mothers about it and all their children had the same cut, and none of them could remember where they got it, a town meeting was called and the issue was discussed, it was brought to light that nobody could remember when the teachers had come to town, they just had always been there, not even the oldest resident could remember a time before they were there, that was good enough for the people of the town, they formed a mob and went to the schoolhouse. Breaking down the door, they found them upstairs, naked bathing in a bath of blood that they had been systematically been draining from the towns youth, bathing in it to keep from aging further, they must have been doing this for a very long time, the people dragged them out and burned them at the stake, and set fire to the schoolhouse, but after it was fully ablaze the wind picked up, embers from the fire blew over to a nearby forest and started a huge fire which eventually burned the whole town to the ground.
>> Anonymous
>>217572
...

that hardly qualifies as creepypasta...
it qualifies as garbage.
>> Anonymous
>>217575
to this day that area is empty, the city all around it, nothing was ever built on the site of the town, its just a long empty dirt road that dead ends, they say if you walk down the road at night you can see hundreds of children in the feilds on both sides of the road, standing in the tall weeds, their eyes reflective, watching you, if you do find the road, and see them, do not run, if you do they will be upon you, do not enter the feild either, if you do, you will never be able to find the road again and you will be lost in endless night, among the dead until you become one of them, also if you do go there and make it to the end of the road, you will see the school house, just as it was back then, whatever you do, do not enter it, if you do it will burst into flames around you, the flames will consume you and all memories of you will be burned as well, nobody will know you exsisted
>> Anonymous
>>217576
oh, lol i thought that was the only bit, I retract my statement
>> Anonymous
>>217576
fuck you read the whole thing, I just made it all up off the top of my head, lets see you do that
>> Anonymous
>>217581
lol i just read your retraction, i retract MY statement
>> Anonymous
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Item#: SCP-173
Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must be looking at SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.
Description: Moved to Site19 1993, little is known about item number SCP-173's origins. It is constructed from concrete and rebar and was once painted with Crylon brand spraypaint.
SCP-173 is animate and malevolent, if given the chance it will kill anyone within it's line of site. It's weakness however is that it does not move while being watched. Despite this paralysis it is still highly dangerous; able to cover at least 2 meters in the literal blink of an eye. It typicaly kills by either snapping the victim's neck from behind, or grabbing the victim's throat and strangling him. Whatever animates SCP-173 does not give it much force with which to break things, as seen above a large room with unbarred windows is fully capable of containing it. It's grip however is unbreakable, as when it is not moving the statue is as hard and strong as concrete.
While left alone in it's room, one can hear a stone-on-stone scraping from within that is believed to be the sound of the SCP-173 moving about.
The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. We don't know (nor wish to find out) where it comes from or how it arrives but SCP-173's container will slowly fill with these substances. In order to ensure that bacterial growth within does not begin to damage the building it is contained in, and to maintain some level of sanitation, the enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
>> Anonymous
>>217572
>>217575
ITT: the plot of Disney's 1992 film "Hocus Pocus".
>> Anonymous
>>217612
nope not in the least, for one, my witches are long dead and i made no further mention of them, two they sucked weird smoke out of the kids where mine slowly drained them of blood till they deid, also there no creepy dead kids and burning schoolhouses in hokus pokus, or were you just being an asshole for assholes sake
>> Anonymous
>>217589
interesting read....
>> Anonymous
>painted with Crylon brand spraypaint.
> with Crylon
> Crylon

... Spraypaint for emos?

I believe you mean Krylon
>> Anonymous
Have you ever been talking to somebody while a tv/radio is on and either at the same time or right after you say a word the tv/radio says it? most people shrug this off as coincidence, but it's not, write down the words each time it happens, if you do you will eventually get a paragraph, it wont make sense but if you can rearrange the words correctly you will learn the exact location, date and cause of your own death
>> Anonymous
>>217628
...you actually made that comparison post and still didn't see the similarities.

Also, comprehension skills FTW. The witches were drinking life force. The soul. And burning schools and dead children don't make a non-scary post scary, sorry. Your story sounded close enough to the beginning of a DISNEY MOVIE that I called you on it.
>> Anonymous
>>217589

Rip off of the "quantum locked" death angels from this seasons Doctor Who?

A series of these would be interesting. Containment Procedures for various strange artifacts...
>> Anonymous
Does anyone remember the creepypasta about how in absolute silence, if you can listen pass the ringing in your ears, you can hear voices? I've been searching for a while and I can't find that story at all.
>> Anonymous
>>217440

That movie was ridiculous. Especially the guy randomly falling through the wall near the end.
>> Anonymous
When I was in elementary school, there was a pretty bad flood here, and things were a real huge mess for a few months afterwords. Our parents were pissed off, and generally tired of having us underfoot, so my friends and I all tried to stay out of our houses as much as possible. We played in the woods a lot, and sometimes down by the river. We built forts out of debris, and had BB Gun fights. it's a miracle none of us lost an eye. One day, my friends told me they found something cool in the forest, and insisted I come with them and some others to see it after school.

I followed them along the river, and then we went west into the woods. eventually we came upon a dented and scratched coffin. It was pretty damn beat up, but you could still tell what it was. Must have washed out of the cemetary during the flood. One of our group dared me to open it, and knowing I'd never hear the end of it if I backed down, I agreed, but they all had to help get it out of those trees. We got it free, and I took a piece of pipe and pried it open. I expected a gross body, but it was just some moldy bones. The kid who dared me to open it up, took one of the rib bones out of the coffin as a souvenir. a skinny, geeky looking kid who followed that one around took one of the arm bones, I forget what its called. Two kids, a brother and a sister who I didn't know real well each took leg bones.
>> Anonymous
>>217722

I didn't take a damn thing, neither did my real good friends, but I was worried. I'd read a bunch of scary story books, and this is exactly how they went.. they'd take a bone from a graveyard, and some creepy ghoul would come for him in the night.

Well, no ghouls came for any of us that I ever saw, or heard about. But, the instigator, who made me pry it open to start with, He was hit by a drunk driver, waiting for the school bus in the morning. and the two siblings with the leg bones, their parents got in a bad argument, and their dad shot their mom, and then himself. The instigator's lackey wound up killing himself, and leaving a crazy note talking about having to escape the eyes.

I snuck over to all of their houses, or came over to play, and stole the bones back, or made the kids give them back, and then put them all back in the coffin with my friends. Then we called the police and told them anonymously about the coffin. We went back later, and it was gone. I still worry that the spirit is going to want revenge, even after all that. But its been this long. I should be safe... should be safe...
>> Anonymous
Containment Procedure for a Possessed Automobile
(AKA, "Christine Situation")

Dig, or find a pit atleast twice the height of the automobile in question, but not significantly wider. Should have steep earthen walls. Place small charges on the walls of the pit, Cover pit with tarps or blankets, to conceal it. span the pit with a wide plank that will support your own weight, but not the automobile.

Force the automobile to pursue you to the pit, and cross the pit along the board. The Car should pursue, and fall into the pit. Detonate the charges, burying the car beneath the earth. Fill the remaining cavity with the earth you removed to begin with.

Mix a small quantity of high purity salt, 92 octane gasoline, road tar (or loose pieces of asphalt) and holy water. Pour this mixture periodically upon the trap site over the period of a year.
>> Vael Victus
I'm hungry.
>> Anonymous
>>217612
I loved that movie as a kid.
>> Anonymous
Contaiment Procedure for small cursed objects:

For minor Curses, simple physical isolation should suffice. encase the item in concrete or plaster, about 3ft diameter should suffice for small objects with minor curse effects. Bury or lock away until a professional can destroy the item.

More Serious Curses, or Curses that transmit through the encasing material should be referred immediately to a professional. if a professional is unavailable, you might try destroying it by means of heat or fire. If the object is metal,running a sufficient quantity of electricity through it may melt it. if it is flammable, soaking with gasoline and igniting may be the best route.

If item is entirely unsafe to handle, abandon efforts, post a warning and evacuate the area.
>> Anonymous
>>217693
just about every fucking witch story in history has witches feeding off of children to stay young, did you think disney made that shit up? just because you dont find witch stories scary you dont have to insult mine
>> Anonymous
Anyone have that story about the kid who had the weird guy that would dress up as satan at halloween and the aliens? The devil guy gave the kid some kind of artifact and he went into the woods to some shack and a vagrant stole it from him and resurrected a mummified alien.
>> Anonymous
Does anyone have the scary story about a witch cursing people by nailing their names to trees?
>> Anonymous
>>217751
Don't have it, but now I'm interested
>> Anonymous
>>217759

I saved a bunch of old creepypasta threads, but can't find it in any of them. I'll keep looking though. I thought it was pretty good.
>> Anonymous
>>217748
also the part about the burning school and the dead children lining the road comes from a local urban legend about a place called riverdale road near where I grew up only the schoolhouse was a church
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>217762
The creepy pasta I have saved in posting form (I do have a few saved threads, but nothing terribly new) on this comp, is my own. Its Rar'ed in the image attached, too.
>> Anonymous
>>217748
I don't have to insult you, but I choose to because you're fucking retarded. GTFO, newfag. Just because /x/ isn't /b/ doesn't mean we're nicer than they are.
>> Anonymous
>>217785
oh no GTFO? newfag? I'm hurt, oh, but you didn't respond to what I said, care to? did disney make up the plot of witches feeding off of children? where they the first to do it? man now I'm gonna lose sleep
>> Anonymous
>>217779

Should make for some good reading tonight, thanks
>> Anonymous
Oh chill already guys. You're ruining what little atmosphere we've got going here. Its bad enough this board is ripe with /b/tards half the time, we don't need to be fighting amongst ourselves.

Yes the story is similar in nature to Hocus Pocus. Yes, this is because Disney was using common thematic elements to most witch tales. No, we don't have to be nice here, but it'd be nice if we were atleast civil.

my advice to>>217572?
Keep writing, keep practicing. You've got a start, and practice will help you refine your skills. Its one of the only things you can do to get better. the other thing, is to read as much as you can. Outside of your target genre too, you may pick up stylistic aspects that work well elsewhere too.

and>>217785
We get it, its not the best story. He gets it that you don't like it, and think its a ripoff. We've said about all we can. Let it go.
>> Anonymous !toFxJXz2nw
>>217803
truth
>> Anonymous
>>217799
Thanks. Thats my most up-to-date rar. It's got everything I've done up to this thread.

Much of it was written around halloween of 06, back when the creepy threads were over on /b/ (Hence my email/msn user name) So some, like "Ritual 13th.txt" are out of date. But Last year, there WAS a Friday the 13th in october...
>> Anonymous
>>217803
you're right I'm done, yeah thats the first creepypasta I've written so it's no suprise its not the best, but it can only get better from here, right?
>> Anonymous
>>217820
Yeah, assuming you put some effort into improvement. Otherwise you'll just stay at your current level. Don't let 4chan discourage you, even here on /x/ they can be rather harsh. Find some friends off 4chan to run the stories by as well, for proofreading and reactions. and take anything on here (Including what I say) with a grain of salt.
>> Anonymous
Man, I just can't think of the right terms to google for, nor where I read/heard the story in the first place, but I really want to re-read the scary story about the witch who cursed people by nailing their names to a tree.

IIRC, it wound up with her either being nailed to the tree, or dying of wounds like someone had driven nails into her.
>> Anonymous
>>217079

I'm not the quoted poster nor do I have a sauce for what he's talking about but I've got something similar:

The Sacculina Barnacle
http://www.hku.hk/ecology/porcupine/por23/23-invertebrates.htm#index5
>> Anonymous
When I was a kid, I lived across the street from a small church. It wasn't a big church by any means--more a chapel, really--and it was so old that I never saw anyone go in or out. I don't mean that it was abandoned or anything--it seemed really well-cared for--but it didn't seem like there were ever very many people around it, and certainly not a huge congregation like at the other churches I'd seen. It was a pretty small place in the middle of nowhere, really.

Attached to the church was a small cemetery. It probably only had about fifty graves in it, though every few months there would be a new one put in. I would see the tent appear overnight and then disappear, and know there was a new corpse rotting in the lot across from my house. I never really thought much of anything about it, though, because I've pretty much accepted death as part of life, but while I was living at that house I had some of the creepiest experiences of my life.

It started subtly--when we moved in, little things would go missing. I always thought it was my little brother; kids sometimes get things out of the cabinets and don't put them up because it's difficult, or they forget where it goes. After a while, though, it started to not be so random and easily explainable, though. A whole, brand-new gallon of milk would disappear and be found, completely soured, on the back porch, only a few feet from the drop-off that led into the woods. My brother's shoes would be missing more often then not, and would often be found in places like the top of my mother's closet or underneath the dishwasher, set into the cupboards. When I started finding my straight pins from my quilting projects embedded in my bedsheets, I began to suspect something was up.
>> Anonymous
>>217842continued.

Late at nights I would use the computer, surfing my e-groups or checking my neopets until almost three in the morning sometimes. The computer was in the living room next to the garage door, and faced the wall. Behind it, the house's main hallway stretched back in a straight shot to the space heater, then branched on the left and right to my mother and brother's rooms. I would hear my brother's door open and close several times at night, but he was a little boy and I figured that he had to pee a lot, so I didn't really think anything of it. Every now and then, my mother's door would open, then mine, and I would hear someone padding down the hall to stand in the kitchen some ten feet or so right behind me, but I always figured it was just her checking to make sure I was okay.

While we lived in that house, we suffered from really terrible health. I sprained an ankle in the front yard, my brother had a near-constant cough, and my mother slipped a disc in her lower back. She had back surgery and was put on bedrest for a month and a half, so I was in charge of making sure she and my brother were taken care of. It was only late at night after they'd gone to bed when I could goof off and have time to myself, and of course I spent it online. I would hear my brother's door opening and closing, but the pattern had changed--now I heard my brother's door open, followed by footsteps running across the hall to my mother's door.
>> Anonymous
>>217845continued again.

She was on sleeping pills and pain pills at the time, so I knew she wouldn't be bothered too much, but after the fourth or fifth night in a row of this sort of thing, I went to the back of the house to tell my brother to cut it out, that she needed her sleep and he should just go to bed. When I got to his room, the door was closed and he was sleeping soundly inside. I was a little confused, so I checked my mom's room--the door was open a little, but she was very soundly asleep. As I went to pull the door to, it slammed very loudly in my face.

I was kind of creeped out, but went back to the computer. About ten minutes later, I heard one of the doors in the back open up and footsteps head into the kitchen. I knew it wasn't my mom or my brother as I'd just checked up on them both, so I just continued working on the computer and prayed I wouldn't see anything reflected in the monitor. My shoulders were in knots.
>> Anonymous
>>217849continued again

After that night, the sound of footsteps and the doors opening and closing got a lot worse, as did the little accidents happening around the house. My mom slipped in the shower (thankfully her staples were out by then) and bruised her side, my brother cut himself rinsing off a knife when making lunch, and I found more pairs of scissors in random places (like the freezer) than I ever thought we owned. The feet would also get closer and closer to me while I was on the computer--they were stopping on the other side of the dining table only about five feet away, now. I didn't want to tell my mom, but I got so freaked out I just stopped using the computer at night, and would do without checking my e-mail for a week if I couldn't do it while the sun was out.
>> Anonymous
>>217851last bit.

My friends who visited said they thought we had deer living in the area because when they approached the house from the east (the side furthest from the church), they would see dark shapes dart across the road from the church into the woods next to our garage. A lot of family members reported seeing similar things when driving along the road. Finally we moved into a different house on the other side of town, but not a week before we got out of there, an older classmate of mine wrapped her car around a tree only three houses down the road. It was daylight when the accident happened, the road was clear of gravel and oil, and there were tire marks swerving from the right side of the road, where she'd been driving, leading directly to the tree on the left. It was decided she'd probably seen a dog or a deer run in front of the car, but no one ever found footprints.
>> Anonymous
I got this jar of grape jelly in my fridge, its always full and fresh, the top even pops, I havent had to buy jelly in like six years.
>> Anonymous?
>>217866
I have a box of count chocula that refills and reseals itself every night
>> Anonymous
>>217876
>>217866


u guy r lucky
>> Anonymous
>>217876
They and all other constantly refreshing foodstuffs must never be brought together.
>> Anonymous
>>217888
...because they might end world hunger?
>> Anonymous?
>>217876here

My friend has a box of tea that does this, too. Cylon or something, I don't know how the fuck it's spelled.
>> Anonymous
>>217889
No one knows, the last time they were brought together heraled the ice age and sank atlantis, some were lost, most can be found in mental hospitals, or random grocery stores apparently.
>> Anonymous
damn now i'm hungry
>> Anonymous
>>217918
May I interest you in some jelly and cereal that may one day be responsible for the end of the world?
>> Anonymous
>>217785
/b/ has the most posts of any board, by a monumental margin. All of 4chan is basically /b/tards that go to different boards while their ADHD runs its thorough course.
>> Anonymous
Holder of Snacks!
>> Anonymous
>>217923
together? no thanks
>> Anonymous
I love creepy pasta before bed!!
>> Anonymous
I want some creepypasta for breakfast!