They're coming. Don't blink! Blink and you're dead. They're fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink! Good luck

>>372979
One of the only good Doctor Who episodes, imo.

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."

There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes past three on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess the courage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present. At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold you hand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But you must not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Instead you must reach out, into that impenetrable darkness.

And it will reach out to you.

An unseen hand will grasp yours. You must not flinch away, nor tighten your grasp. To do so will only slough away more of the decrepit flesh that covers it, and anger its unseen owner. Remain perfectly still, as the withered fingers move over your palm, tracing unknown patterns. Do not move an inch as it crawls slowly up your arm. And most of all, do not even breathe as it caresses your face, touching what cannot be seen.

Should you remain still through this, the hand will be withdrawn and a voice will speak, so close you can feel its breath on your face, smell the scent of decay it carries. It will ask you for one simple piece of information: your name. Answer truthfully. Answer truthfully, and the presence will retreat, leaving only a whisper in the air as the darkness lifts. "It is done."

From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysterious power. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year, perhaps two, you will feel your skin begin to decay, and smell the sweet smell of death upon your breath...

The next time you're alone in your room, turn down the lights. Think of something on your body that varies in length, such as hair. It must be clearly viewable from your perspective. Grab a ruler and, looking in the mirror, quickly grab a hair at random; you must confuse it. Hold it in position as best you can and note the length. Look down. Yours will be different.

Don't look back up.

Don't turn your back to that mirror ever again.

A man is rumored to be living at the Earth's poles. He spends approximately six months at the Antarctic pole, then six at the Arctic pole. To get from one to the other he is transported in a private cargo plane, refueled in flight by a “military” fuel transport. The man himself is transported in a matte black box made from hardened plastic and a seamless fiberglass shell. This box is guarded by a mixed UN force of a dozen soldiers from all over the world. When they arrive at the destination pole, they leave the box on the permafrost and quickly evacuate the area.

Some claim that the man is performing some sort of ritual that requires the almost nonexistent amount of sunlight during the polar nights. This ritual, they say, will plunge the world into eternal night once it is complete.

Others believe that this man is the only thing standing between our civilization and a catastrophic pole shift which will wipe most forms of higher life from the planet.

Look behind you. What do you see? Invariably, there will be a wall somewhere in your view. Now stare deeply into the space on the wall that lines up best with your eyes. Nothing will happen, but make sure you are clear on where this particular spot is. That spot contains all the negativity in your mind. Whenever you are on your computer, reading scary stories or whatever you do, sometimes you will get spooked. What do you do when this happens? You check behind you, thats what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will come over you. Check the spot. Nothing again, huh? Thats because right now, all the evil is locked safely in your mind. Some people, upon learning of this "negative spot" resolve to remove the spot in an attempt to remove the negative energy. This is a grave mistake. You must never let harm come to this spot. If you do, you will have released the energy. Now when you sit at your computer at night, you will feel chills even in the summer time. The feeling of dread that only presented itself when you were genuinely scared will now hang in the air constantly. Within a week you and your loved ones will have a string of bad luck. Within a month your computer will begin to act erratic and eventually break down. On the anniversiary of the spot's destruction, you will dream of your most horrible fears. The dream will seem to go on forever, and when you wake up you will notice your vision has darkened. Every year on the same day, the dream will repeat itself, and your vision will grow darker and darker. After you go totally blind, dont ever turn your back on that spot again. That is if you can still tell where it is.

There is something outside, watching you through the window.

Don't turn and look, then it will know that you know.
Short and sweet, but only effective for people who have windows but don't have curtains.

>>373097

I looked at my window, and my cat was staring atme, in the minute before I realized what it was, I was fucking scared.

The girl tried to keep still, but she couldn’t help but quiver in fear. It was midnight, pitch black, too cold. She kept her back to the closet, still shivering, the silence of the night keeping her awake as the cool light from the moon shone dimly through her bedroom window.
In her mind, she repeated the same mantra; it’s not there, it’s not there, it’s not there. Too many nights it had been, but it was a lie, wasn’t it? No truth in that creature.
A nightmare. It’s not there. It’s not there.
The muscles in her neck and arms were taught and tense from fear, her heart palpitating as she heard a slight rustle. It was inside the closet. Her teeth pierced through her soft lip without her even realizing, and the hot taste of blood seeped into her mouth.
The door creaked open an inch, and she whimpered softly, eyes wide open but unseeing in the darkness. “It’s not there,” she whispered softly, her voice cracking, “You’re not real, you bastard.”
She heard a muted laugh, and cringed as the door creaked on its hinges even more.
She’d closed it, she knew it, maybe it was the wind the wind perhaps? It’s not there, he’s not there. You’re dreaming.
She pulled the covers up closer to her chin, and squeezed her eyes shut. Nightmares, that’s right. The dark can’t hurt you.
Nothing there.
She felt her bed depress slightly, and her eyes flew open, air hissing out from between her teeth, blood from her lip spitting out in flecks. “You’re not real!” she choked, eyes beginning to swim with tears. “You’re not fucking goddamn real!”
A cool hand dipped beneath the covers to crudely caress her bare skin, and a mockingly dark voice purred beside her ear;
“This is about as real as it gets, girl.”

>>372973
izumi kato is my hero. <3

>>373148

This one actually turned me on :(

>>372973
Is it me or it looks like parrots head?

>>372973
Thanks, kind Anon. I was looking for that one.