This picture disturbs me. Without fail.

This thread is now about HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRSSSSE

http://youtube.com/watch?v=ffDPTKn7HiY

The day I came onto /x/ and noticed that if not for the layout, I could've mistaken all of the posters for GameFAQs users on the Paranormal board there.

I mean, there has to be some Paranormal board out there that isn't full of bullshit (don't even try to tell me Above Top Secret isn't full of attention whoring faggots).

I'm afriad that I can only offer my latest experience of sleep paralysis; although pretty fucking scary, not quite paranormal. Sorry.

OP here.
Come on, you can do better than this.
Make me scared, you asswipes.

>>461914
Agreed. The Michigan Dogman and the original SCP were were way scarier than this crap. C'mon /x/, make me tremble.

This creeped me out when i 1st saw it,
However,
Now, thanks to prolonged exposure to goru,
It no longer does it for me.

You can however, turn all your lights off and put your face up to the screen and just look at her in the eye for a prolonged period of time.

It might make u a bit uncomfortable.

>>461928

Also, no, this isn't a screamer. You'd probably be better off if it were.

>>461927
It'd scare me if I met it IRL
But otherwise, it does nothing.

>>461927
I think its cute

>>461931
>>461932

yeah, sorry guys i tried.

Here's a funny one.

COME ON /x/
THIS IS FUCKING WEAK

I will tell you of something that happened to a friend and myself a few years ago. It may not be paranormal, but it certainly was creepy and out of the ordinary.

My friend and I decided to stop and grab food from the fast food restraunt one night since we were too lazy to cook. Anyway, we were both standing at the soda machine, talking while waiting on our order when I heard some wierd sounds. I can not even begin to explain what these sounds were like. They were the sort that you would have to hear to believe. So, like any other person, I turned around to see what was making that noise. Standing a few feet away was this really strange looking old man. He had this long, white, dirty beard that was pretty tangled up, thick glasses, and bulky clothes with a hat on. To top it off, he was hunched over with an empty cup in his hands and proceeding to make that bizzare sound.

Now, my friend and I look at each other with this "Wtf?" look, but I aske "Do you want me to help you with that, sir?" I was raised to respect my elders and help them when they're having trouble, so of course I asked despite the obvious creep-vibe he was sending out. That, and we were in a nice public place.
Cont.

>>461945
This is where it gets really weird. When I spoke to him, the man started to jerk his head around and then when he stopped he stared at us directly. I was creeped out by this, so I said "Sir...?" Speaking to him again set him off. He jerked again and then turned to run through the dining area, nearly running into a table where this family was sitting. On the back of his coat was "HELP THE BLIND". Considering that the family (there were even small kids. You know those bastards stare at everything.) did not even look up at this crazy looking man nearly knocking down their table just made my stomach drop. He obviously wasn't blind, or he would not have looked at me...Needless to say, my friend and I grabbed our order and left as quickly as possible.

But it didn't end there. Oh no. To get to her car, we had to pass by a window next to the booths where that man chose to sit. He was staring down at the table with the empty cup in his hands while a server was wiping off a table just behind him (again not looking at him). Then, the moment I was next to his window, he jerked his head up and looked directly at us again.

We ran to the car and never went back to that place again. Maybe not paranormal...But damn, it freaked me out.

>>461946
OP here, that was okay.
/r/ more stories.
Does anyone remember the one about the 'secret door' or something, where the boy went back to his childhood home and saw the gangly female ghost.. thing?
Goddamn, that was good.

>>461946
Bravo, Anon. This is why I come to /x/ and why Cryptozoology fascinates me.

All thats ever really had any effect on me from /x/ was Goddess Bunny, and even that wasnt really scary.

Just really disturbing..

>>461882

oh lawd, did you ask for some CREPEY pasta?

>>461958
You're not funny, it's been done before, etc.

>>461958

I prefer scarypasta myself.

One night as you’re about to shower, you discover something odd.

It’s a patch of black mould, clinging to the tiles down at the base of the shower, all lumpy and fungal. You’re disgusted at the size of it, and immediately fetch the bleach and scrubbing brush.

Three hours of frustrated scrubbing pass as you use every antibacterial and cleanser known to man, and to your amazement the patch hasn’t even shrunk a little. In fact, it seems to have grown, to have spread small black tendrils along the tiles and crept out a few inches. At this point you feel a little unsettled, even a bit scared.

Then you notice the scrapings of mould, deep under your fingernails.

>>461987
OP here.
MUCH BETTER.
THIS IS DELICOUS PASTA.

>>461987
Use fire. Your fingers will hurt, but it works for adventuring parties.

>>461996
Fire is your solution for everything.

Come on you guys. It's 5:28am in Toronto. I have to leave for class at about 9am. I want some bri/x/ before I leave, and this thread is slowly starting to deliver:)

Here is another strange happening from life. This happened when I was about ten years old. My step-father's grandmother had just died. I admit I was not too broken up about it since I didn't know her too well, but he was crushed. Well, maybe a few nights after he came back from the funeral in Oklahoma, I was just sitting back and watching tv. Everyone else was asleep, or in my mom's case, at work. The phone rang, so I was thinking it was mom calling and read the caller ID...However, the number was not mom's. The number was one out of Oklahoma City where she had lived and died. That gave me an instinctual chill, but I answered it anyway. Then, much to my horror, ****'s grandma was speaking.

"Hello? Is **** there?"

I didn't answer at first. I had that strange feeling a person gets sometimes when they're scared. You know that choking feeling bubbling up in your throat and chest while you're somehow hyperventalating at the same time? She said 'hello?' again, so I answered.

"Grandma? He's sleeping." There was a pause, and then she spoke again.

"Oh...Tell him I called please." Then that was it. She hung up and no one from that number ever called again. I didn't go to sleep at all that night because I was scared shitless and tried to find some good cartoons to watch to get rid of what just happened. Now, years later, I sit here and wonder about things like that. Either that was a well planned out, cruel prank or maybe...I don't know? Phones and technology are more than just talking to people across the country and/or world. Gives you something to think about, if nothing else.

>>462014
I love almost-mundane ghost stories. They just seem so quaint.

No joke.

My roommate and I were chilling in my room just chatting. My room happened to be right next to the bathroom. During our conversation, we heard a noise from the bathroom that sounded like running water. We looked at each other funny and went to check the bathroom, and sure enough the sink was on full force. My first thought was that something had just fucked up our pipes and/or water pressure and had caused the sink to run. I reached for the knob to confirm that it was not turned on, and when I tried to turn it to make sure it was off, it wasn't. It was on... a full turn. I finished turning it off, and me and my roommate hurried back to the living room trying not to give it a second thought.

Couple months later, I was in the bathroom dropping a deuce and talking on the cellphone (don't act like you don't do it.) My friend on the other line suddenly stopped talking... I said "Hello?" a couple times, then looked at my phone and saw that the call had been dropped. Then the sink turned on.

This morning I stepped out of the shower and this bathroom was fine: white walls, white tiles, sink and counter with toothpaste crusted all over. Three out of the four light bulbs over the mirror were still good -- 100 watt, clear bulb, blinding bright in the small white room. Like always I was late, so I skipped shaving. She liked it when I didn't shave, anyway. I was thinking about doing mutton chops. She'd get a kick out of that. I passed the mirror and noticed I was grinning. I didn't even know I was grinning.

I'm in the bathroom tonight before bed and there's something wrong with the lights. All three are on again but they glow kind of brown and don't really light up the rest of the room. I should get more bulbs from the kitchen. I should, but I'm busy. The date was shit and she shut her apartment door on me. You'd think that would wipe off the stupid grin from this morning. But I came back in the bathroom and, in the mirror, my face was still doing it. If I touch my face it doesn't feel like a grin, but there it is in the mirror.

In the brown light it's hard to make out but -- have you ever actually counted how many teeth show when you smile? I lean in close. One, two, three, four -- I didn't know my mouth was so wide. Nine, ten, eleven -- I can't do mutton chops after all. The corners of my lips are out to my ears. It still doesn't feel like a grin. But keep counting, for curiosity. Thirty-six. Thirty-seven. Thirty-eight.

Keep a'goin /x/! You's makin meh shiver!

I think I'll tru to contribute something myself.

I woke up one night, with the need of taking a huge dump. I was too lazy to turn on the lights, so I grabbed my flashlight and stated to walk the empty hallways of my house. During ´the walk, my flashlight started to turn on & off and blinking. I simply tought the fucker was out of batteries. I stopped walking and started to pound the thing, so I could see infront of myself. As I poundet the light, I heard a small, squeeking sound, just like the ones you hear when you open the door. I started to get paranoid, and started to pound with more strenght. The light got on, and I noticed to be in front of my huge mirror. I lifted the light to the mirror and-

The next thing I know is that I wake up in an psychiatric ward, sitting in a corner. After a while a nurse came, and I asked her what was going on. After her explanation, I pieced the pieces together, and here's what happened:

I had seen something in the mirror. When I had not shown up for work for 2 days, my co-workers had gotten worried and called the police. They had found me, shaking in a corner, partially covered with my own piss and shit. They had to drug me so that they could move me and stop my crying. After that I had been locked up, and all night & day I had been sitting in the corner, swaying back and forth.

Still up to the date I do not know what happened to me, But everytime when I,m alone in the dark tears start to stream down my cheaks and I get really scared for no reason.

i like this thread, keep going

post moar faggots

dead thread is dead
=/

>>462076
This was decent.

http://www.dionaea-house.com/

>>462273
I fucking hate this. Ted the caver is superior.

Hey op.
A few years ago I read a, quite long story of these two guys in a cave.
I think its name was teds cave or something.
Im not sure, but I think the old website used to be this: www.holyshiite.com/caver .
It was a really scary story, it took quite a while to get through, and I was actually listening to a scary song from radiohead at that time.. WELL - if you can find that story somewhere on the net, it should help entertain your scary side for quite a while. Good luck!

>>462278
>>462280
Heheh Hivemind.

Here is some of the text.
I was kneeling down and working the drill slowly into the wall at the time. I had my ear plugs in, my safety glasses on, and was lost in my own thoughts. Suddenly, over the squeal of the drill wearing down the rock, I heard a strange noise. It was loud. I could hear it over the noise of the drill, even though I had the ear plugs in. At first I thought it was just the drill bit doing its job on the cave. It would frequently complain by screeching and whining as we forced it into the wall. But this was different. It took me several full seconds to comprehend that this was coming from inside the hole, and not the bit. I stopped drilling and yanked my earplugs out just in time to hear the most terrible scream I have ever heard trail off and echo into the darkness of the cavern. I stared wide-eyed at the hole. For several moments I didn't move, nor did I breathe. I turned to look at B. Moments earlier he had been lying on the rope bag catching a nap. Now, he was standing upright, mouth open, with a look of concern on his face! I turned and looked into the hole again, half expecting to see a demon face staring back at me.

>>461927
It's GURO, dumbfuck.

It's too bad that MOOT GOT RID OF FUCKING IMAGE ARCHIVES or else I could give you guys that huge creepypasta collection the Librarian was giving out last week.

>slowly degenerating into a pile of shitty reposts

Welcome to last year.

Possibly already used in Iraq
with mind numbing results...
{Read an account here} The
DOD's Active Denial System
is being considered for use
in the U.S to "protect" DOE
sites that contain nuclear
assets. Of course once
approved for use in the
United States on civilians
there is no telling how
widespread the
implementation will become.
Once operational ADT
systems are easily calibrated
to produce a fatal death ray
not unlike the one in the 50's
science fiction classic...
The Day the Earth Stood Still
Science fiction no longer.
FRJ

>>461906
thats pretty good actually, not "bri/x/worthy" but im a bit scared to go into my basement after seeing that

Capabilities:
Operates autonomously, above the clouds, outside the range of threat weapons but sufficiently close to enemy territory Engages early, destroying ballistic missiles in their boost phase of flight over launch area
Cues and tracks targets, communicating with other joint theater assets for layered defense system
Unique Technology:
Nose-mounted turret with 1.5m telescope that focuses beams on missile and collects return image and signals Beam Control System to acquire and track targets with precision accuracy
Look for further developments of the ABL as the global threat of ballistic missiles becomes ever more prevalent.
For more information, read the Airborne Laser (ABL) (PDF) overview.

Nose-Mounted Turret (Lockheed Martin)
1.5m telescope in turret focuses beams on missile and collects return image and signals
±120 field-of-regard (azimuth Extensive wind-tunnel tests by Boeing validate the design
Flightweight composite construction
Window stows until on cloud and dust-free aircraft orbit Protected against bird and lightning strike


Beam Control System (Lockheed Martin) Target acquisition and tracking Fire-control engagement sequencing, aim point-and-kill assessment
High-energy laser (HEL) beam wavefront control and atmospheric compensation
Jitter control, alignment/beam-walk control, and beam containment for HEL and illuminator lasers
Calibration and diagnostics provide autonomous real-time operations and postmission analysis

Battle Management (Boeing)
Human-machine interface Surveillance and tracking Launch and impact point predictions
Theater interoperability and communications
Target detection, identification, prioritization, and nomination
Modular console construction Commercial hardware
Common data/voice links (LINK 16/IBS) to joint theater assets Open systems architecture

At night it sits at the end of my bed and looks at me as I sleep.
Its teeth are like sharpened porcelain toothpicks, and they click
periodically as I lie in bed. At first it was difficult to even
close my eyelids, its ebony orbs reflecting the image of the room
and refusing to give me even the momentary peace of blinking.
Eventually I began passing out at work from the exhaustion.
I was sent to the doctor to get some pills. It clacked its teeth
when the doctor wrote the prescription, as if trying to imitate a laugh.
I never seriously considered telling the doctor that there was an emaciated,
deformed thing behind him, pretending to be human. He wouldn’t have seen it
no matter how long I pointed.

I never got the prescription filled. Instead, I tried to photograph the thing.
It smiled for the camera. Then it grabbed the camera, crushed it, and emitted
such a high-pitched sound that I collapsed, clutching my ears. I spent the rest
of the day in a closet, its clicking teeth the only sound reaching me inside.

Last night it talked to me during my sleep. I awoke to what sounded like a low rumbling,
followed by a loud whine. Whatever language it spoke, I could not reproduce with even a
hundred years of training, but it created in me a fear that I had never imagined possible,
a fear deep within me that elicited images of a world unbounded by physical laws, a world of
primordial chaos. It gripped my head with its hands and forced me to listen, the clicking of
its teeth growing ever more rapid and distinct. I have no idea how long it held me there, only
that at some point the sun rose and that eventually I screamed. Then it let go and I bolted out
of bed still screaming, yelling incoherent words in between each breath. I ran outside and as I
did I felt it and heard its incessant clicking as it ran otherwise silently behind me. I collapsed
in the street begging the pedestrians around me for help. No one can hear me screaming, I realized,
just as those pristine needle-like teeth punched through my skull and scattered the rest of my thoughts.

>>462634
Nice.

Moar.

you are the zombies?

>>462641

This is the first time I've ever shat bricks in /x/.

"SLOWLY"?!

>>462634

Now this, is good

>>462634
>>462643
>>463695
samefag