One night, a husband and wife were sitting in their own cabin on a train heading across the country. It was a dark, stormy night, and the two had spent the last half hour in silence, the man looking out the window and the woman casually reading a novel. Suddenly the woman looked at the man with eyes that crackled with terror. "Stormcrow is coming," she whispered in a shaky voice. The man looked at her and she stared right back at him. "What did you say?" he asked. The woman said nothing and returned to reading. The man was shaken, but he was tired and quickly forgot anything had happened. He looked back out the window at the empty fields of grass that lazily passed by. Again, the woman quickly looked at him. "Stooormcroooooooow is coooomiiiiing," she repeated in a drawn out, eerie monotone. The man was scared. He looked at her closely, peering deep into her eyes. They were emotionless and unfocused, yet still staring right at him. The man reached over to her to touch her shoulder, but something caused him to pull away with fright! The woman screamed, "STORMCROW IS HERE!" A sudden flash of lightning drew the man's gaze out the window, where what he saw filled him with the most intense horror he had ever known. A giant manlike beast stood out in the otherwise empty field. It wore what looked like patches of dried skin, sewn together with thick, black wire. It's eyes glowed like dim candles, and it's grin was crooked and wide. The man ducked away from the window and grabbed his wife. She started convulsing, frothing at the mouth and scratching at the man's arms. He held her down and soon the woman was herself again. When the man was sure she was okay, he asked her, "What was that thing? What is Stormcrow?" "Stormcrow," the woman answered, confused. "What are you talking about? I've never heard of anything called stormcrow.

OP here. You're gonna have to do better than that.

A 15-year old boy in a small town in Maryland sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on and logged into an instant messaging program, and was then suprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day.

It consisted of two words; "please come". Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he'd been absent that day. After two more messages and fifteen minutes with no response, he decided to get on his bike and head over to his classmate's house. It was a short ride, only about five minutes away.

When he got to the house, he found the door was unlocked. Inside, partially dried blood was splattered over the walls and floors, and an unrecognizable figure was crumpled against the far wall. It was missing an arm and a leg, and bloody streaks on the floor lead away from the body and into the kitchen. The boy slammed the door closed, and immediately called 911 on his cell phone.

When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracks leading away from the house from the back door. The forensics report concluded that the entire family, the boy's classmate and his parents, had been killed sometime the previous night.

That's from ED.

good shit, but old. come on, I need to shit bri/x/

>>498508

Not scary but interesting, I wonder if there's is more...

/r/ the one about some guys daughter wont tell the dream because then the thing in his wife's skin would eat him or something

"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?" "No, Daddy." The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?" "Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.


Anon Delivers

>>498575
Thanks!

>>498575
Best creepypasta is best. You seem to have lost the original line breaks tho.

ED?

>>498601
encyclopedia dramatica

STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORMCROW IS COMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING

>>498575this is awesome

/r/ing the one about the the keyhole and the people with white skin n red eyes

>>498751
BEST CREEPYPASTA

If you visit France's Cote d'Azur in your lifetime, stay the fuck out of the town called "Blanche". I was there once with my parents, around 8 years ago (I was 12 at that time; we were on a short trip).

Immediately after you enter that town, you notice that the colors of the houses are darker than everything you have seen in your entire life - it's not like they are black or grey, they are normal colors for walls - they just look not right.

After that, you notice the fishy stench - like a friday market... only that you can't see any fish getting sold. The people in the town do have indeed a really weird skin tone, it's really near blue- if I recall correctly, my father said something like "These guys sure look like the sea." We planned to stay in the town for a while, but my mother and my sister were too scared, they insisted of driving on to find a different town. The next town was alright, however the folks of the second town sure told us some very freaky stories about Blanche - we were all glad that we didn't stay there...

An attorney is on a business trip and needs a place to stay. Finding the most reasonable, yet inexpensive hotel he could, he checks in, taking his key and heading to his room. A few numbers down from his own, he notices that there is a door with the room numbers pried from it. This door was rather peculiar, he noted, but figured he needed sleep.
Once in his room, his mind could not stop pondering what lied across the threshhold of that room. Finally having enough, he threw off the sheets and walked quietly down the hall, kneeling down in front of the door, he peered through the keyhole.
The room was rather plain, with a few bleak aspects to it. Strangest of all, however, was a woman-like figure in the opposing corner, her head to the wall. He was tempted to knock, but decided against it. Mildly satisfied, he headed back to his room and fell asleep.
The next day was normal business, but his thoughts were anything but normal. His mind had been flooded with curiosity, yet again. The woman, the room, the door... Upon returning that night, he stopped by the door and looked into the keyhole again, but this time all he could see was a deep red. Guessing that the person had blocked the keyhole with a red cloth or the like, he went to bed.
While checking out the following morning, he asked the clerk (female) about the room. She sighed a bit, and with a little persuasion started speaking. "We had a couple stay in that room one night, we believe they commited suicide. Seeing as we had enough rooms to sustain us, we just blocked it off and tried to make it as inconspicuous as possible...about that couple, though..."
"They were quite strange. All of their body was a pure white, except for their eyes...which were a deep red."

>>498778
Anon delivers, now give us some more fucking creepypasta.

>>498778
thank you
i love this one and it might be my favorite

>>498778

haha oh shit. that was actually kinda creepy. thanks

STOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRMMMMMMMMCROOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWW

>>498776

that was good.

You're in bed, feeling chilled despite being under the covers. You hear something tap against glass. You look out your window from your pillow, but see nothing. You try to sleep, but are bothered by the sound of something scratching against glass. You look at your window, and see nothing. You're really unnerved now, and you hear the scratching noise again, this time a high pitched screech of something against glass. You hide yourself under your covers, trying to ignore it.
You wake up in the morning, feeling mostly refreshed. You almost forget about the strange noise last night. You look at your window with daylight now, and see nothing unusual.
But in the mirror in your room, the word "Hello" is scratched into the surface.

STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORMCROOOOOOOOOOOOW is now a meme.

>>498841
Has been for a while, has it not?

>>498831
Similar story...

While in bed one night, you see a few shadows outside your window. "Just the tree, I suppose."
A few minutes later, you hear a tapping against your window. "It is nearing winter, the leaves have fallen off the tree and the branches are tapping against my window."
After that, rustling disturbs you once again. "The leaves on the ground are scraping against one another and making the rustling noise, of course."

It is now that you realize...you have no tree outside your window.

>>498857
Suspension of disbelief, man. How do you suddenly think there's a tree outside your window?

>>498865
Many people read stories as children or see shows about little kids finding out that scary noises and sights were just trees outside their windows.

I have a real ghost story, it isnt jump out scary creepy but it certainly is paranormal and real...so i guess it makes it scary? gah idk anybody want to hear it

/r/ clown story

>>498857
You pissed off the ents, you stupid fuck!

More creepy pasta!

>>498880
SHIT! WHAT DO I DO NOW?
>>498876
Sure, tell it.

A couple with children were trying out a new babysitter. About an hour after they left for a night on the town, they realized they had forgotten to give her their cell phone number, so one of them called her.

After she wrote down the number, the babysitter asked if she could watch satellite TV in their bedroom. She had just put the children to bed and wanted to watch a particular show. (The parents didn't want their children watching too much garbage, so the living room TV did not have satellite channels.)

Well of course she could watch TV in their room, they replied. The babysitter had one other request: could she put a sheet or blanket over the clown statue that was in the bedroom? It kind of made her nervous.

Take the children and go to the neighbors, said whichever parent was talking to her. We'll call the police. We don't have a clown statue.

498876 here-

Next of kin works at a nursing home called victorian village, full time nurse and as expected the place is old; and numerous people have died (as with any nursing home). The creepy thing is when ever somebody does die they report seeing a white cat before hand. the nurses have all reported seeing it, within 24 hours of seeing the white cat one of the patients dies.

the nurses and attendeding physican (the M.D. of the place) also note that when some one is going to die their room smells like flowers [regardless if there is flowers there or not]. So for example if my story isnt clear...hes working and white cat is seen and patient "jon dough's" room smells like flowers. next day patient jon dough dies.

ghost cat? random cat that comes by? alot of coincidences? idk, but its tagless and no one in the area has reported owning a white cat. it's possible the cat has a sixth sense? doesnt explain the flowers idk

well there it is /x/

>>498933
NEEDS A BIT OF WORK, LOL.

thank you for delivering clown story. shit gets me every time.

>>498933
This happens with a nursing home around here, too...

OH OH! I'VE HEARD THAT ONE! FORGET WHERE THOUGH...

Pic EXTREMELY related!

haha my story about the nursing home wasnt ment to be a horror story, more of a real story

bump for more pasta

>>498933
Death-Cat strikes again. True story.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/6917113.stm

>>498933

Creepy story. I've heard a lot of weird little stories like that about nursing homes. Makes me want to go hang out in one!

Scary you say?
Here's the complete works of H.P Lovecraft:
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>>498982
WE SHOULD ALL HANG OUT IN ONE.

>>498991
I just had the mental image of a bunch of Anonymous volunteering together in a nursing home.

It was more terrifying than any incarnation of Silent Hill.

Ever.

>>498997

That's where all the good drugs will be.

/r/ the one where someone was licking the little girl's hand from under the bed. Memory's a little fuzzy.

>A 15-year old boy in a small town in Maryland sat down at his computer after getting home from school one day. He turned it on and logged into an instant messaging program, and was then suprised to receive a message from a classmate of his, who had been absent that day.

>It consisted of two words; "please come". Confused, the boy sent a reply, asking why he'd been absent that day. After two more messages and fifteen minutes with no response, he decided to get on his bike and head over to his classmate's house. It was a short ride, only about five minutes away.

>When he got to the house, he found the door was unlocked. Inside, partially dried blood was splattered over the walls and floors, and an unrecognizable figure was crumpled against the far wall. It was missing an arm and a leg, and bloody streaks on the floor lead away from the body and into the kitchen. The boy slammed the door closed, and immediately called 911 on his cell phone.

>When the police arrived, they found three corpses, as well as tracks leading away from the house from the back door and a midget jacking off. The forensics report concluded that the entire family, the boy's classmate and his parents, had been killed sometime the previous night.

Fixed

/r/ some hatman stories

cuz I never heard of him till a week ago... more as to say, i didn't know other people saw him too

>>499002
Oh u.

That's not a creepypasta, that's an urban legend called 'Humans Can Lick, Too'.

Here, from the depths of the Internet. Sorry for any poor quality, it's certainly not MY version.

Once there was a a beautiful young girl who lived in a small town just south of Farmersburg. Her parents had to go to town for a while, so they left their daughter home alone, but protected by her dog, which was a very large collie. The parents told the girl to lock all the windows and doors after they had left. And at about 8:00pm the parents went to town. So doing what she was told the girl shut and locked evey window and every door. But there was one window in the basement that would not close completely.

>>499009
Trying as best as she could she finally got the window shut, but it would not lock. So she left the window, and went back upstairs. But just to make sure that no one could get in, she put the dead-bolt lock on the basment door.

Then she sat down had some dinner and decided to go to sleep for the night. Settling down to sleep at about 12:00 she snuggled up with the dog and fell asleep.

But at one point, she suddenly woke up. She turned and looked at the clock...it was 2:30. She snuggled down again wondering what had woken her.....when she heard a noise. It was a dripping sound. She thought that she had left the water running, and now it was dripping into the drain of her sink. So thinking it was no big deal she decided to go back to sleep.

But she felt nervous so she reached her hand over the edge of her bed, and let the dog lick her hand for reasurance that he would protect her. Again at about 3:45 she woke up hearing drippping. She was slightly angry now but went back to sleep anyway. Again she reached down and let the dog lick her hand. Then she fell back to sleep.

At 6:52 the girl decided that she had had enough...she got up just in time to see her parents were pulling up to the house. "Good,"she thought. "Now somebody can fix the sink...'cause I know I didn't leave it running." She walked to the bathroom and there was the collie dog, skinned and hung up on the curtain rod. The noise she heard was its blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. The girl screamed and ran to her bedroom to get a weapon, incase someone was still in the house.....and there on the floor, next to her bed she saw a small note, written in blood, saying: HUMANS CAN LICK TOO

Here's MY favorite urban legend. Sometimes I think of it in the middle of the night and it interrupts my sleep.

Two dormmates in college were in the same science class. The teacher had just reminded them about the midterm the next day when one dormmate — let's call her Juli — got asked to this big bash by the hottest guy in school. The other dormmate, Meg, had pretty much no interest in going and, being a diligent student, she took notes on what the midterm was about. After the entire period of flirting with her date, Juli was totally unprepared for her test, while Meg was completely prepared for a major study date with her books.

At the end of the day, Juli spent hours getting ready for the party while Meg started studying. Juli tried to get Meg to go, but she was insistent that she would study and pass the test. The girls were rather close and Juli didn't like leaving Meg alone to be bored while she was out having a blast. Juli finally gave up, using the excuse that she would cram in homeroom the next day.

Juli went to the party and had the time of her life with her date. She headed back to the dorm around 2 a.m. and decided not to wake Meg. She went to bed nervous about the midterm and decided she would wake up early to ask Meg for help.

She woke up and went to wake Meg. Meg was lying on her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Juli rolled Meg over to reveal Meg's terrified face. Juli, concerned, turned on the desk lamp. Meg's study stuff was still open and had blood all over it. Meg had been slaughtered. Juli, in horror, fell to the floor and looked up to see, written on the wall in Meg's blood: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?"

>>499012
Homeroom in college? Madness.

>>499017
Haha, don't blame me. I didn't write the damn thing.

>>499017
Madness? In MY /X/erxes?

>>499012
I know this one. It's pretty good, but that version isn't written the best. At the end you're left thinking "Turn on the lights? What? Didn't it just say she turned on the lamp?" There should have been an explicit mention of her considering turning on the lights when she got back from the party, and then left out the bit about the lamp.

>>499084
Yes, it should have.

The best version I've ever heard was one where she was in bed and heard someone in the room whistling 'Oh Susanna'. She contemplated turning on the lights, but at the end decided not to and found "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?" written on the wall in her roommates blood.

And yes, it is the incarnation that appears in Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark.

I need more creepy pasta, /x/. Help me out.

>>499094
Ah yeah, that's definitely the best version. Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark ftw.

Here's an original I've posted a few times:

You decide to go walking around town one night, perhaps to get a bit of shopping done, so you get in your car, drive to town, and start looking for interesting stores to look around in. You find a shop with almost completely black windows. You cannot see inside the store, but its doors seem unlocked; you feel as if an enigmatic force is almost drawing you near the doors, beckoning for you to enter. Abandoning instinct, you enter, scared, yet fed by curiosity. The store is pitch black when you enter. As you turn to leave, the lights slowly begin to flicker on. Scared, but still curious, you look around the shop. You see many mannequins. In fact, you see nothing but mannequins. A small path leads to the counter. Behind the counter are two large doors. They are almost lifelike in appearance. Eerily lifelike. You look to the counter to ask for information as to how the mannequins were created, only to be greeted by another cold, lifeless face.

A scream rips through the air and the lights begin to flicker. Quickly, you turn your back and run to the doors, which suddenly seem to have become locked. Another scream. You manage to kick open the door and do not stop running until you are back at your car. You get inside and drive home. Once there, you lock your doors, still paranoid. You turn on the television and watch it for a while, and slowly relax in the comfort of your own home. On the news, there are several missing persons reports. In fact, there's an unusually large number of them. You think nothing of it, however, turn the television off, and head to your bedroom to go to sleep.

Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of dread overcomes you as you come to a startling realization: the people in the missing persons reports looked exactly like the mannequins in the store.

>>499115
Nice, bump for goosebumps.

You come home after a long day of work, and turn on the T.V.
you hear on the news that a sociopathic murderer has escaped from a nearby prison. He is 5'8", caucasian with brown hair. You look up out of your sliding glass door and see a man in your yard staring at you. He is about 5'8", brown hair and caucasian. You grab the phone to dial 911. You glance up, and see him, this time closer, and realise it is his reflection.

the one with the guy going out every night making pictures of birds is good. anyone has it?

More, /x/, I need MORE!

>>499199
that would be better, if so many people didnt fit that descrition

>>498751
this is for you
A man, at about the age of 30 went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check-in.
The woman at the desk gave him his key and all, and he went on his way. On the way to his
room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. But
he ignored it, went to his room, and went to bed. The next night he was curious as to what
was in the room, so he walked down the hall to where it was and of course tried the handle.
Sure enough it was locked. So he bent down and looked through the keyhole. What he saw was
a hotel bedroom and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning
up against a wall and her head was facing the wall. He stared in confusion for a while then went
back to his room. The next day, he went back to the room and looked through the keyhole again.
This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, un-moving.

At this point he was confused and a little freaked out. He went to the front desk and asked the lady
about the room. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he
had and the lady said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered
his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But this ghost is not ordinary. She is white all over,
except for her eyes, which are red.

>>499115

>>Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of dread overcomes you as you come to a startling realization: the people in the missing persons reports looked exactly like the mannequins in the store.

you should rewrite that line. it practically hands out to the reader what he should be realizing himself. look at that hotel and ghosts with red eye story. thats how it should be

As I was walking all alane,
I heard twa corbies making a mane;
The tane unto the t'other say,
'Where sall we gang and dine to-day?’

‘In behint yon auld fail dyke,
I wot there lies a new slain knight;
And naebody kens that he lies there,
But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair.

‘His hound is to the hunting gane,
His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame,
His lady's ta'en another mate,
So we may mak our dinner sweet.

‘Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,
And I'll pike out his bonny blue een;
Wi ae lock o his gowden hair
We'll, theek our nest when it grows bare.

‘Mony a one for him makes mane,
But nane sall ken where he is gane;
O'er his white banes, when they we bare,
The wind sall blaw for evermair.’

>>499414
(cleans pants)
Good Job!!!

This thread is now incredibly amazing. Best pasta collection I've seen yet.

inb4lurkmoarfaggot

>>499444

That is my favorite ballad.

The scene was the little village of Halmadry in Sutherland, a place whose people were devoted to the rigorous practices of the Church of Scotland. The villagers gathered regularly to pray at the cottage of a certain man whose name has been lost—probably because the people of the region were extremely reluctant to discuss details of the episode.

From what little the villagers said, it seems that one autumn evening at twilight, when the prayer meeting should have ended, it did not. No one emerged from the cottage. After some time a neighbor noticed the eerie stillness that surrounded the place and looked in a window. The light in the cottage was dim, but she nevertheless saw the tableau inside with perfect clarity.

The woman's God-fearing neighbors were not standing to recite their prayers, as was the custom. Instead, they knelt in a swaying row, men, women, and a child, the householder's son. Their faces were ashen; their unblinking eyes were turned toward a column that stood at the end of the room near the fireplace. On top of the column was perched a raven, black as night, and possessed of a malevolent power so great that the woman could feel its force even through the pane. The cottage, she later said, seemed to stink of evil.

>>499493

She rapped at the casement; the people within made no response, but the bird turned its head so that one eye gleamed in her direction. At the sight of it, she gave a scream so terrible that some men who were walking down the village lane—farmers returning from nearby fields—ran to her aid. They clustered around her while she gasped out her story. Then they peered through the window at the householder and his company.

“This is devilry—or foolishness,” said one man grimly. He kicked the door of the cottage open and strode inside.

Those at the window watched him walk toward the column where the raven had perched. The bird turned its head toward him, and the man's face whitened. He clenched his fists and opened his mouth to speak, but no sound issued forth. As if forced by an inexorable, unseen hand, the man sank to his knees and bowed his head to the bird.

After that, no one had the courage to enter the cottage. The villagers gathered in the yard and kept vigil through the night, anxiously whispering among themselves and peering through the windowpane. From time to time, they called out the names of their friends in the cottage and banged on the door, but the scene within never changed: All who had gone to the cottage to pray to God instead knelt in a swaying row and soundlessly worshiped the raven.

>>499494

The vigil went on all through that long night and the next day and the next night. Inside the cottage, power throbbed and swelled; outside, the villagers of Halmadry prayed and talked. They would not venture into that heart of darkness. But they were good people, determined to find a way to release their fellows. On the morning of the third day, they decided to try fighting darkness with light.

The villagers place ladders against the four sides of the house and, working as swiftly as they could, stripped away the musty reeds of the thatched roof, exposing the ridge tree and the rafters. Shafts of sunlight poured through the openings they made. Suddenly, a hoarse shriek sounded, and the black wings beat against the face of one of the workers. No one saw the raven fly away; the man himself, when he descended trembling to the ground, said he had seen only blackness and felt only a shudder as the evil thing passed by him. The raven had simply vanished.

>>499495

The worshipers, freed from whatever spell had kept them in thrall, trailed slowly from the ruined cottage. The villagers clustered around, but they held back their questions when they saw the prisoners' faces. The cottage householder gripped his son by the shoulders and spoke for all of them.

“He commanded that we sacrifice my boy to him" he said. "And he would have broken our will in time" Then he began to weep.

Who the raven spirit was or how it appeared in a civilized time to bend mortal will to its savage desires are things beyond knowing. Even among themselves, the villagers of Halmadry did not speculate on these matters. They wanted no reminder of the utter helplessness they had felt in that dim cottage.

The remains of the house were burned.

>>498776

Why am I so Innsmouth-like in basic concept?

i just posted a nice story in my own topic

its original content

I love threads like these.

It's like a big internet campfire where the /x/philes tell stories to eachother.

You are my family <3

>>499546
i love you to Matt

>>499552
I love you too, anonymous.

Let's make babies.

>>499561
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sorry bout that
this story was posted a few days ago
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I don't know what to do anymore, I am so scared and I can't trust anyone, I went camping about 3 weekends ago in the Hunstiville national forest in texas me and 3 friends that came home for the weekend, they are all in college and usually we all get together at least once a year. old friends from highschool and what not, this camping trip was backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish that we catch and animals that we can trap. We have been doing this for awhile in texas in numerous places, arizona, colorado if anyone is familiar with the spanish peaks there. new mexico we have been doing this for awhile so we usually are use too everything. Well I was picking where we go camping and i chose huntsville, or more accurately its huntsville/New Waverly. So we drive up there park our car in a camping park spot and start trailing off in to the forest, we had some laughs along the way everyone catching up with eachother's lives. We trailed until it started to get dark and set up camp right there, everyone gathered wood to make a fire we set our tent up. And we do what we always do try and scare eachother with wierd stories, and i usually just steal mine from /x/

Well around this time we started to smell something very faint and it was noticable but not overbearing. we couldn't put our finger on what it was and we just carried on. Mike had to go piss and he trailed off in the forest and a second later he come running back piss all down his jeans like missed really bad, immediately we all crack up at him and throw some jokes at him. He trying to catch his breath is as white as snow and starts screaming for us to follow we all get serious and go follow him not knowing what the problem was and we hear a faint scream and crying after it, It was pitch black away from the camp and mike had the only flash light cause he was pissing with it, we were all startled by mikes reaction we left ours back at the tent, so we are all following mike and his flashlight frantically pointing in front of him. and he stops as the scream is getting closer we all look and we see a ratty old cabin that looked like it was abandon but there was a faint light that we could see from one of the old and mildew covered window. The crying was intense like whoever it was couldn't breathe enough to let out a full cry. We all followed Mike up to the front door and we could all hear this crying from inside, as soon as he knocked on the door it stopped.

We all waited and heard really heavy footsteps walking fast to the door. There was a giant slam against the door and an unlocked bolt. Then nothing we waited a bit knocked a few more times we walked around the house noone leaving anyones side and looked up at the window which was a good ways up, So me and Mike both lifted our other friend Alex to look inside. We watched him brush away dirt and webs from the window and place his face close to the window to try and see something. He breathed in really fast and suddenly He let out a scream suddenly and fell back screaming bloody murder. We all tried to calm him down but he was hysterical and started to shake, punch, kick you name it and then he took off towards the camp, none of us wanted to be seperated so we all ran close behind him. We caught up to him and grabbed him and set him down the fire was dying out so i grabbed some nearby wood that we collected and set it on the fire my hands were shaking and i had to do something. I went back to alex and we all tried to calm him down. He wouldn't he kept screaming and breathing so much that he fainted.
All of us are terrified now, we all keep the fire high until sunrise. periodically Alex kept waking up screaming. Come sunrise he is up and looks catatonic, mumbling to himself, wimpering.

Me and Mike decide to go look at the cabin now in the daylight. We searched where we thought it was and there was nothing there. Nothing at all. We could smell now a very strong smell of something dead and stale. we got back to the camping site Alex had chewed into the sides of his face and swallowed to much blood he was throwing up near the trail we followed. John had his hand his back and he looked like he was about to die from sleep exhaustion, I guess we all looked that way i just didn't notice till i saw his face. Alex quietly said we need to leave, now. We all started to pack up the tent and it started to rain really bad it was about noon now and the sky was getting really dark around us Alex started to go into a panic and grabbed a big stick and yelled leave it and lets go or i will knock you out and take you myself.Mike and him started to yell at eachother and cuss and then they started to fight. We broke it up and finished packing and started to make our way back. When we got to the creek we crossed earlier the day before it was flooded over and water was moving to fast for us to cross it Again Alex started to scream at mike for taking to long packing up the tent when we could of got out of here. This goes on for awhile until we finally convince Alex to calm down and tell us what happened. He said as soon as he put his face to the glass a face on the other side did the same thing and smiled really big, it had dark eyes and a dark mouth and its mouth was much bigger then alex's, as the smile got as big as it could a giant shadow behind it swung somthing down and cut its face vertically off. The face was stuck to the window and he said it started to laugh quietly as it slid down. Mike still pissed off, started to argue with him again. and we eventually started to follow the creek for a way to cross.

We then started to see toys floating in the creek, really old toys, old barbie dolls and babie dolls, this wasn't like any old trash floating in the creek this was alot of barbies, alot of babie dolls. One washed towards the side and mike grabbed it and picked it up. It had some kind of voice chip that was dying and started to say some gurgling words we couldn't understand followed by its sad excuse for laughter. then it sounded like it was whispering the batties must of started to short out he threw it down. We kept going, and the sun was starting to set Alex was freaking out more now and was whimpering and breathing heavy. We all started to see shadows move behind trees and this was something we all called BS on until we all started to see it. Its still barely light out and we stop as we see the cabin right in front of us, none of us knows what to think. Mike say's This is bull im going in there. Alex tries to stop him in fact we all do all of us just want to go home. Mike says to all of us to screw off do our own thing he doesn't care anymore this is all Bull

We start to hear hundreds of small battery drained baby dolls laughing and trying to singing and whispering. We start to move forward passed the cabin all of us and kept pushing forward, we smelled something dead in the air and something stale. We started to hear something crying, and something screaming and we still pressed on. We crossed the creek and left the woods. Got back to our vehicle and got in. its pitch black, and we drive. We are about to get on 45 to houston but the road is under construction and can't be accessed and it points to a detour. While we are driving it looks like a small dirt road going into the woods and is really bumpy, we then see a young girl come up she looks like she got in a fight and is young and pretty she aproaches the passenger side door and she looks like she is either drugged up or really beat up. Alex doesn't roll down the windows nor does he open the door she reaches for the handle and he immediately locks it then she puts her face on the window and starts to smile really big, we floor it and Alex starts to cry and scream as we are all breathing heavy. we finally cut on a street that takes us to 45 and we take it the whole way. When we get back to my apartment everyone doesn't know what to say and we all break apart and go our seperate ways.

Mike messages me later and says he is going to go back, I try to convince him and all he does is try to convince me it was our own minds that was screwing with us. I think he just went to prove to himself cause he was scared. I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don't go out anymore i just stay in and don't even answer the door. Last week everyone i met was acting really strange and creepy and people that i knew for a long time or not acting normal my own dad, when i went to his place to eat supper with him he just watched me sitting down while he was hacking away at meat he didn't say a word the whole time I kept asking him whats wrong he just slowly shook his head.
When i was leaving to go home I turned to wave and he had black eyes and an open mouth like he was in pain when i started to walk back he shut the door and bolted it i set there knocking and knocking and nothing. I called he disconnected his phone. I even called the police and instead of helping me out halfway through the questions they were asking me it started to get really statically and i could hear a faint mumbling and singing and laughing.

MIke has completely vanished there isn't even a record of him being alive Alex is who knows where when I call his house they talk to me like im some salesman, they said we don't know any Alex and please stop talking but I know that voice its his mom I know it. I can’t get ahold of John for the life of me. Someone knocked on my door and when i went to go look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile start to form. I called the cops again and instead of it turning into static they asked really freaky questions, first one was normal for such a hysterical call i gave them, Are you on drugs? No. Are you coming home anytime soon? ... I said excues me? come home. and it clicked. my mail slot swings every now and then and someone is sliding pieces of baby dolls through it. I try to call people now and ill I can hear is static bad baby doll noises and this crying and screaming. My tv is busted but when I go piss i could hear it on. I might be going insane.

Whoever lives above me started to scream in pain and crying deeply recently I hear giant footsteps from them I hear bangs and something falling to the ground. The neighbors to the right of my apartment i hear what sounds like they have a babie that never gets tended too and then i can hear that it sounds like a baby doll whos batteries are dying. My phone has been ringing now and Its Alex telling me things in a language that i have never heard before nor could i even attempt to spell it. I kept getting emails of pictures of black and small colorations now i can't even access it. someone knocks on the door then they slam against it, I hear the bolts unlocking one by one and i run to make sure to lock all of them back and sit down crying. What do I do. my electricity keeps dimming, My water, sinks, bath, shower, smell like something dead. I keep seeing a shadow of someone behind me raising something up in the air and just take off to the other side of the apartment with my head against the wall. I have boarded my windows shut someone was throwing rocks through them. I never could see who. I have boarded my bedroom in i hear crying and screaming in there now. and right now while im typing this i can see the reflection off the computer sceen of some shadow behind me

>>499603
end?

>>499629
yeah...
he never came back
unless he was the guy that said
"OP here
grinnin and choppin"
but im not sure

>>499629

That's all there is

FUKKEN SAVED.

>>499579
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>>499603

been a long time since i've seen a series of posts that were that good...excellent story and finally one without a dumb ending...my thanks for a good read.

I'm sorry to the person I coughed on in the supermarket today. I though I could get out of the house, stock supplies, and get back in without passing it on to anyone. I mean, I coughed right on you. There's no way it didn't transmit.

Maybe you can help me though. When the feeling inside your skull -- that one, right at the back -- when it gets to be more than a nickel-sized feeling of pressure, and when it gets to be more than an itch -- when it gets past that, try and concentrate on the things like roots or fingers creeping out over the surface of your brain. Focus on the feel of them inside your skull, and tell me exactly how many you feel. I count nine.

OP here. i shat bri/x/

>>499733

What at?

This picks up the middle of second paragraph.

At this point he was confused and a little freaked out. He went to the front desk and ask the lady what the fuck was that shit? She said, "sir, please calm down." He calmly replied, "OH I'LL SHOW YOU CALM BITCH"!!! He pulled out a rubber band, a styrofoam (sp?) cup, a piece of cheese, and one skinning knife. He gently threw her on the table and gouger her eyes out with the shard end of the cheese. He then tied her hands and feet together with the rubber band. She yelled, "NO DAD NO!!!". But a second later he shoved the cup in her mouth to restrain her talking. He then used the knife to cut a 3 inch gash in her stomach.
As the blood was gushing out he shoved his 7 foot penis into the wound still spewing guts and blood. Her muffled screams of fright only turned him on more! He fucked her for 6 minutes in the stomach wound before finishing her off.
Finishing her off... You say? I meant her shover his foot it her eye and foot fucked her brain! At this point he burned her corpses with some spare matches in his pocket. Once the body was a blackened crisp he covered it in mayonaise
to use a lubricant. He then fucked her hellish black vag, still hot from the burning for 3 hours. Then he mumbled the words za za, za za, naztanadas za zas. (Thank you for getting that those who watch bible black (look it up!!!)). And they both exploded and the world ended somehow.

>>499745

Fail

>>499414
If you haven't read it read it...
but i like the new one alot better. Thanks madame>>499745

>>499717
bricks were shat.

>>499745
Fucking epic

>>499745
>gb2 /b/, fuckstain

>>499737
The one with the firends and the camping. holy shit.

>>499717
My new favorite. /x/ prevails!

/x/ ftw

>>498507
This pic should do it.

Creepypasta feels dead. We all just post the retarded ones with no scares, or the overused ones that we copied off of ED.

Awesome camping story. Weird things happening in the woods at night always get me, and that's before the blair witch and all that made it popular.

>>499887

The solution is original content. GOOD original content. Come on /x/, we can do it.

The 666th frame of every Halloween-themed movie, cartoon, or TV special depicts a basement with a corpse moldering in the corner; these frames are often removed from the final film, but one can find them on occasion. If you were to put the frames together, in chronological order of the release of the film it comes from, a short film is revealed. The film depicts the corpse's violent death in reverse. The final frame will be a picture of yourself, sitting before your tv, viewing the final frame of the film.

You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock.

There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection.

"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your
daughter. Then the covers behind you begin to shift…

>>499880
HOLY SON OF A MOTHERFUCK THAT IS SCARY

http://www.atlas-games.com/unknownarmies/

>>499398

I'm too freaked out by the image to even open the pic and read it.

>>499880
ohgod. doug.

we need more. this /x/ campout can't be done yet,

An Archangel in bondage
Bediademed, souled
With a murder of ravens
But no less Astarte to behold
Abandoned by Heaven
To the dead, dark and past
Cast Her dispersions
On life's brittle glass

And though Her eyes still held fire
As stonewalls caged the beast
'Gainst the lassitudes of Death
She fought but fell to greet
And midst lies in collusion
She was martyred to teach
That "Divinity and Lust
Are forever forbidden to meet"

But I swore that they would
Before the veil could part our embrace
Twixt Her cold, silent hips I kissed
And promised Christendom in flames

Gravid with madness
Like a feculent dirge
That obsesses the heart
I am covened by words

To avenge Her
Ebon splendour
And surrender
My soul to the dead to achieve
Prophecies of libidinous scourge
Horripilation braying o'er carious herds

Vexing nightmares
And their weak prayers
To a no one there
To hinder Her decree

To weed the world of their disease

As shadows unblind mine eyes to see
The meat that is their congregation

How they plead to the skies
But this is mere foreplay to war

Scar-riddled saffron eves bleed like the conjugal
Vestal daughters giving throat to the priest
A psychophant, the despoiler of faith
Now His skinless crucifixion feeds a winged diocese

For Her interred
I tore a battle banner from His hide
Splashed in red goetia
Hues of Hell and deicide
So came the night
Its obsidian light
Is a master whom disasters
Suck upon like concubines
And under black skirts
That whisper of delight
Darkseeds near fruition
Darked deeds to marry mine

"In Death's bed I have lain
Paying lip-service to shame
But for dreaming of thee I regain
A reason to seek life again"

Then we smite the divine
For our true nature is sin
To strip tender flesh from these swine
Like the lick of carnivorous winds

The breath of the storm that begins
By forcing its Herod tongue in
The womb of the holy virgin
To taste of immaculate sin

From temptation's peak we will see
The world unfurled at last
Now the wolves of time who stalk Mankind
Shall be as one in grim repast

Commemorating sickle moons
The pack are poised to reap
A scythe of white roses in bloom
Whose twisted thorns will keep
A crown upon a dead man
Daylights crucified in sleep
And lives that hide in scriptured lies
To the memories of a scream

And we shall dance amid the ruin
As Adam and Evil
Dizzy at the falling stars
That burn fiercer in throes of upheaval

If all must we damn for this moment
Then it shall be so
For our souls have crossed oceans of time
To clasp one another more tightly
Than Death could alone...

As Zyklon beats reign to make carrion crawl
The talons of lust rake a clarion call
To the lick of carnivorous winds

The lick of carnivorous winds

thanks

The door burst open and the wind howled through the room. A man in blue vestments strode purposefully inside, a whip gripped tightly in one hand and dragging, snake-like across the floor behind him. He pointed to the pale man seated on the throne, "Die, monster. You don't belong in this world."

The pale man tilted his head and spoke in a bemused fashion, "It was not by my hand that I am once again given flesh. I was brought here by.. humans," he spoke this word with no small amount of disgust, "who wish to pay me tribute."

The man with the whip stepped back in surprise, "Tribute?! You steal men's souls and make them your slaves!"

The pale man rolled his eyes, already bored with the conversation, "Perhaps the same could be said of all religions..." He smirked at the blue-smocked man as if he had just bested him in combat.

"Your words are as empty as your soul." The man in blue growled. He took a deep breath and glared resolutely at his nemesis, "Mankind ill needs a savior such as you." As he spoke he raised the handle of his whip, the chains muffled as they dragged across the dusty red carpet, and pointed it at the pale man.

The pale man spoke, his reply almost thunderous in the small throne room, "What is a man?!" he tossed his glass chalice away and it shattered on the stones, the red liquid it contained splattering the surface, "A miserable little pile of secrets! But enough talk, have at you!" He stood from his throne.. the room grew dark..

GO BACK WENCE YOU CAME


TROUBLE THE SOUL OF MY MOTHER NO MORE

Freakiest one so far is definatly the camping one. All that shit is just fucked.

OP here. something I wrote just now:

Tick. Tock.
With the digital advent, good old grandfather clocks have fallen out of use. It's a pity, because there's one thing grandfather clocks can do that digital clocks could never hope to acheive.

If you're forutnate enough to have one, then quiet everything else in the room. The clock should be your only company. Don't even breathe louder than the ticking.

Listen to the ticking.Focus on it like you've focused on nothing before. Eventually, you'll here something between the ticks. It's one word, something so faint you think you imagined it, spoken in a voice that is far from human. "Come."

Rise from your seat and walk to the clock, making sure to step in time. reach your hand inside the long part, making sure to never take your eyes off the face of the clock. YOu wouldn't want to, anyway, it's watching you.

Your hands will feel a knob. Turn it. At this point you'll hear laughter from behind you. Though this will chill you to your bones you must continue. There's no turning back now. And if you do? In the morning they'll find the clock ticking away, using your head as a weight.

The door is small, but if you huddle you can get through. Ignore the cold dripping on the back of your neck. you're not afraid of a little blood, are you?

To room is dark, but wet. It feels as if you're inside a living thing. The floor rises and falls with every tick-tock, perfectly in time. Beyond rising and falling like this, the floor makes a sickening squish when you walk on it. A bitter smell assaults your nostrils- bile and blood combined. Suddenly you regret coming here, but do NOT go to the door. Keep marching on.

Sickening noises follow you around. You can't see anything still. Suddenly there's a scream, a woman's scream. You wheel around and try to loook for the source, but still, all is dark.

A hand on your shoulder, or at least a hand is the closest approximation. Something that slimy could never be human.

"come with me," it says. The voice seems to come from everywhere and rattles within your bones.

"You follow the thing to a room with hundreds of clocks floating in midair, some of which are completely unmotive while others are spinning wildly.

"Here, All is still." It says to you. And it's true. Here, within the clock, time has no meaning. You may ask the creature for three things from teh outside world. Don't bother with phones, or the internet. they won't work.

Ask for a television. On the telveision it brings, you can see any part of history you want- past, present, future, it's all up to you.

What the creature won't tell you is that you can never leave.

i would bitch slap the clock and arm wrestle it and win cuz i am man

A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV -- the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Needless to say, the psychopath broke in about an hour later, coming up from the cellar, armed with an ax. The children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stumps of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. Was she trying to check on the children? Was she trying to get help? Or in the madness of her tortured soul, was she planning to kill the children herself?

During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time.

Although the scene was originally labelled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year).

Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. The camera then continued to stationarily point at the oven for another 45 minutes until the batteries apparantly died.

To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well.

...or why the physical stature of the woman on the tape did not in any way resemble the stature of the woman found in the oven.

A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.

She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".

inb4 pyramid head

bump for moar campfire pasta

bumpeo's in agreement

>>500984
>>500986
>>500991
lol, holders

Awesome campfire. Unfortunately, no contributions D:

>>501114
No holders, wrote it myself

>>500863
>>500866
>>500867
Lol
Is that some Cradle of Filth Lyrics?
Yes, I do believe it is.

is this all /x/ has to offer?

No, no...

more will come...if we wait...

bumping to scare me more

k i have a good imagination, so this question came up.

Does any of anons find themselfs thinking of various images, short creepy scenarios then i.e going for a smoke after reading a bunch of creepypasta?

I just had, and it gave me fuckin shivers, enjoyed it.

>>498601
erectile dysfunction

>>501035
Oldy, but so good. Definitely one of this anon's favorites.

>>501262

oh shit I can't believe that got me.

Oh man I just shit myself and choked on my spit.

holy shit that was bad

>>501262
holy shit that is the first thing that has scared the fuck out of me in a long ass time.

I'm on my grandpas computer, and hes an oldass so he needs to the resolution to be big as hell. So all I saw was a patch of baldness pop up in the corner.

i rofl'd.

>>501262
.gif

PYRAMID HEAD! Awesome

>>501262
oh man, realized it was a gif just in time.

>>501262
Never trust .gif

Fucking .gif


What was the image?

>>501262
was that they guy from the lord of the mother fukken ring?

i think this thread has officially died

>>501501

YOU'RE RIGHT FAGGOT

FORGOT YOUR SAGE

No! It cannot die! Someone get the firshgijljmxslzkf fkfll km n

>>501513
WITNESS

Quick, someone make a new one! Anonz need to shit more bri/x/!

how bout
we throw in ideas
for a good horror movie
or at least what a good horror movie SHOULD have
or what can make a horror movie good

>>501262
Nice try, but I was caught by something like that before. Can I get the non-gif version?

okay, so there a radio that plays a song just before someone dies then seven days later the cemetaries phone will ring and play the song and everyone who died from this phenomoanon in the cemetary will awake and all flood to peoples tvs and crawl inside of them.

>>501730
so.......
song that kills,
makes zombies?

Frequency stories are always freaky.

It could work if we take out all the butchered Ring bullshit.

But isn't something like this a movie already?

>>501707

seconding request.

>>501262

Saw the .gif right in time. What was the image though?

One night a man thought he would get lucky with a hot chick, but ended up just having to watch enchanted with her instead and did not get any action.

The end

>>502314

scariest.
shit.
ever.

>>498507

okay thats fucking creepy, i live in providence RI

>>500900
>>500923
OH LAWD, IS THAT SUM SYMPHONY OF THE NIGHT?

>>501262
O shi- it gave me the shake i needed. i fucking bit my tongue -_-

Humbly /r/'ing short creepy pasta about human's natural fear of spiders etc and how it relates to some prehistoric trauma or something.

Today I woke up early. I half-opened my eyes and could see no light coming from my bedroom's window and as I drifted slowly back into sleep I heard the monotone sound of the trash picking truck, so I guessed it was around 5-ish am. After a while I woke up again. I had a slight headache and I could still heard the truck engine, so I let myself fall asleep again.

The scenario repeated itself many more times until I lost the count. Wake up, notice that nothing had changed, fall asleep again. At some point I started to think that something was amiss and before falling asleep again I glanced towards my alarm clock. 5:25. Next time I woke up I looked to the clock immediately. 5:25. And the damn sound of the truck engine was still there. It slowly dawned on me that somehow I was stuck in time. I decided not to think more of it and try to sleep for real.

>>502524
After what felt like a good while, I woke again. I slowly turned to see the clock. 5:25. This time i woke up completely. I sat in bed considering my options. Finally I guessed that if I kept trying to sleep, I would never snap out of it, so I'd better move and try to do something.

Clenching a hand against my head as the headache had become acuter now I walked to the window and pulled away the curtain to peek down on the street. I expected to see the old familiar street with the jung truck parked in front of my house, but what I saw was nothing. Exactly that: Nothing. It wasnt even that it was an impenetrable darkness. I could tell there was some kind of difuse light in the ambience, but simply, there was absolutely nothing that light could bounce off, be reflected or absorbed. There was literally, nothing to see.

>>502540
I stepped back in awe and fear and pulled the curtain back over the window. I paced around my room for a while, then tried to turn on the TV, but there was only static, so I turned it off again. Finally i decided I needed to get out of the room.

As I got closer to my bedroom's door, I broke in a cold, unexplainable sweat. I could feel the hairs above my neck stand while my mind was filled with an irrational fear. The moment I touched the door's handle I could feel the most intense, malevolent and cruel evil I've felt in my life. I could feel it lurking in the other side of the door. I could almost feel how it smiled expectantly.

>>502546
I pulled my hand back as if the handle was electrified. Trembling in abject fear I just walked back to bed and got under the covers. I closed my eyes shut and pulled the covers over my head as a frightened child and wished with all my heart to wake up of this nightmare.

Somehow I fell asleep clenching to my covers. After a long and unease sleeping I woke up again. I slowly pushed the covers aside and feafully glanced towards the clock. 8:33. I sighed with relief.

I lay in my bed for a while staring at the roof and letting a calm peace overtake my senses and sweep away the ridiculous night fears.

>>502556
Finally I got on my feet. i was feeling hungry and still a bit headachy so I walked straight to the door to get some food and maybe a painkiller. But as my hand touched the handle, I realized that I could still hear the truck engine. I hadnt noticed it before because it had become some white noise filtered my brain. But there it was. Filled with dread I turned back and looked at the clock. 8:33.

I fell to my knees overcame with nervous laugh. So, whatever is out there came in and changed the hour in the clock, so I'd walk out unawarely into it's maw. But, if it could get in and tamper with my clock, why didn't it got me in my sleep? The answer came immediately. "It" was playing with me, it wanted to enjoy the look of teror in my face the moment I opened that door before tearing me apart.

This is a famous one in my uni. On a hostel resident's birthday, it's a tradition to throw them in a lake. This one time, it was a girl's birthday, and, as usual, they grabbed her and threw her in a lake. Her room-mate hadn't been there for the whole thing as she had some stuff to do. The birthday girl's room mate came back to her room late at night and seeing her roomie asleep in the other bed didn't turn on the lights, just went straight to bed. The next morning, her room-mate was gone but the bed was soaking wet. She later found out her room mate had drowned the night before, when her birthday prank went wrong.

>>502567
So, I said to myself, I'm going but not without a fight. I wouldn't give it the delight of beholding my fear. I rummaged through my desk and found and old and rusty carboard cutter. Not much, and it will probably wouldn't be enough. But at least I'd strike first; and the thing would be denied any delight before killing me.

I held the cutter in my right hand tightly and slowly approached the door. I could sense a slight shuffle on the other side. It was there, awaiting. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and pulled the door open, charging through it and hacking and slashing around with the cutter savagely.

>>502576
I was half expecting being suddenly tore up and crushed down, but as nothing of that happened I slowly came back to my senses. I opened my eyes and found my own hand clenching tightly around the cutter, which was buried deep inside the chest of my mother. She was savagely slashed and bleeding profusely, already dead. In panic and desperation I looked around and my eyes fell back on the clock. 8:34 I cried like a condemned soul and passed out.

>>502585
The judge and the jury were benevolent with me. They surely could tell I was under great distress over the death of my mother. My fahter wouldn´t talk to me, but got me an excellent lawyer. I was put in a halfway house and put under psychological treatment.

The halfway house is a nice place. I got a room with a window that looks over a park. Since the day I killed my mother I had barely get any sleep, and the few I got was filled with grotesque nightmares; but in my first night in the halfway house I finally crash down into a dreamless, restful sleep.

I woke up early and could heard the birds in the park singing. It was so peaceful that all the past events felt like a very bad dream. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to sink into this peaceful sensation. But before I fell asleep again I couldn't help to notice the singing of the birds was kind of repetitive, like in a loop. I snap open my eyes and stare at the clock on the wall while a dreadful acknowlegment reaches my brain. 5:25.

No.498776
blue skin, french? They were smurfs LAWL

You can hear all kinds of weird stuff on a quiet evening in a pub, if you have the nerve to talk with what kind of washups loiter there. 90% crap, I'd say, but there's a few /x/-wise stories worth telling.

This one was from an old chap who was, according to him, a retired technician. He had had the fortune of working in a nuclear power plant for several years some time ago, and as the plant in question tends to pay high wages to compensate the odd hours and strenuous security procedures he had the fortune of stepping into the pension pipe a little earlier. But, just a few weeks earlier, his former boss had tried to get him to take a tour for the duration of the summer with an even higher salary. He said he'd made up a story about having a bum knee. Out of idle curiosity I ask why, but he shrugs and says nothing.

>>502647

We have a few pints more, and as the old fogey seems to be getting somewhat souped up, I try my luck again. This time he speaks more openly. "There's no real sensible reason, really", or so the guy says, "it's just that it's a very weird place. And I don't just mean it being a nuclear plant - now, I did pretty simple mechanical stuff, from machinery maintenance and installation, general electrician work and piping, so I don't really know if it's all normal to places like that, but there were a lot of things that I couldn't make sense out of." He then proceeded to list a series of shenanigans that happened on regular basis. First would be the static electricity - considering the nature of the place, as well as the sensitivity of the gear used there, insulation was a big thing. But still, on some days, literally anything and everything metallic in the whole building apart from the control rooms would zap you. I suppose it sounds quite mundane, but he swore he'd been zapped by a spoon sitting in a full coffee cup. Then, the electricity circuit in the common areas - locker rooms, cafeteria, some hallways and bathrooms - experienced constant fluctuations.

>>502649

Lights would blink and flicker and go dead. Being an electrician, he'd have replaced bulbs to no result. Then he'd have measured the current to the lamp, which always turned out normal, and even on longer perioids of measurement would remain completely stable. Not even changing the whole lamps would help, and still not once could they record an actual spike or drop that'd explain it in the circuit. In these areas, anything electircal from power tools to coffee makers would generally act like an ass, and even cellphone reception would bounce at random, not to mention battery drainage. Also, the hallway to the control room would be a place where no-one wanted to go through after dark. It was okay when the lights didn't bugger about, but as often as not, they did. He said he'd have seen things there himself; as he was on standby - as places like that have staff of all relevant fields for emergencies - for a night, he had been called to have a look at the lights. While that particular stretch of the hallway had been darkened, nothing seemed to be terribly out of place. He changed the bulbs, took measurements, and generally tinkered around with the lamps for a good while, until they went back to normal - as per usual, without any real explanation.

>>502651

He'd have gathered his stuff and started leaving when the buggers started flickering again. In the same time, all lights in the hallway went off and came back on in what propably took a fraction of a second. Then again, and this time he saw something he said that could have been just a trick of his eyes, but looked like a white figure with outlines vaguely like a human torso. Lights came on within less than a second again, and he wasn't particularily creeped yet. Then the same thing happened again, but the figure had moved about two meters, from the edge of the hallway to the middle. Then again, and it was half inside the wall. He said he'd called it a night at this point, and went back to the cafeteria. Of course he didn't speak of it to his co-workers since mental stability screening is pretty tight in nuke plants, but by the grapevine he heard that most of the night shift operators refused to come out of the control room form sunset to sunrise, and that at some point, in a silent agreement with management, bathrooms and a private breakroom were installed to the control room so the operators wouldn't have to go out at night at all.All over the facility one could also see unusual little visual phenomena, which everyone did their best to ignore. His experiences were limited to having on several occasions seen small swarms of what he said to be "small, faint balls of light" swarm and swoop in a symmetrical manner in some hallways. It always looked like the kind of a hallucination you get when you have a headache, like some kind of a translucent bug crawling across your visual field. Also, there were several areas in the building that were completely locked off without any explanation given, such as the former manager's office, the cafeteria restrooms, and a big staff meeting room. Usual meetings would be handled in what was formerly a storage room, or if more space was needed, the cafeteria.

>>502659

Sometimes when you'd pass the old meeting room, an odd smell of something like rotten eggs or really rancid crap would waft out. Sometimes the ventilation chutes in the older parts of the building would let out a gust of air that was usually freezing on warm weather, or hot and humid during the winter, and this seemed to happen only when someone was right next to them. The times he'd have seen it it sounded like something living blowing out. Animals were never seen anywhere within sight of the place, birds and insects included. Staff members changed constantly, no-one wanted to stay. And none of the locals, despite being qualified for work, would take up a job there no matter what.

But then again, drunken old farts like to talk.

>>499579

I thought these were a great read, except the wording and stuff was a little off, so I took some time to re-word it a little. I hope it helps in the delivery of it.

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I don't know what to do anymore. I’m so scared and I can't trust anyone.

I went camping about 3 weekends ago in the Huntsville national forest in Texas. Me and 3 friends that came home for the weekend, they are all in college and usually we all get together at least once a year, old friends from high school. For the camping trip we planned to go backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish that we catch and animals that we can trap. We have been doing this for awhile in Texas and in numerous places, Arizona, Colorado (if anyone is familiar with the Spanish peaks there), New Mexico, so we‘re pretty much used to anything you‘d encounter out there. It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Huntsville (more accurately it’s Huntsville/New Waverly). So we drive up there park our car in a camping park spot and start walking off into the forest. We had some laughs along the way, everyone catching up with each other's lives. We walked until it started to get dark and set up camp where we stopped. Everyone gathered wood to make a fire and we set our tent up. And we do what we always do: try and scare each other with weird stories.

I just love this one..

There once was a little boy and he was friends with this girl in kindergarten.
He saw that the girl had a green ribbon around her neck and asked her why.
She said only, "I'm not s'posed to tell." They remained friends through childhood,
all the way to high school, and the girl still wore that green ribbon around her neck.
The boy has since grown used to it, and stopped asking long ago. They decided to go
steady and were very happy for almost 2 years. Finally, on the anniversary of their
second year together, they decided to give themselves to each other. Undressing
each other lovingly, they spoke of how much they cared for one another. The boy
kissed his girl, and grasped the green ribbon, the last vestige of clothing she wore,
and swiftly untied it.

He was found hours later, still naked, sitting in the corner, her head in his arms.

>>502704

Around this time we started to smell something very faint. It was noticeable, but not overbearing. We couldn't put our finger on what it was, so we just carried on. Mike had to go piss and he walked off in the forest. A second later he come running back, piss all down his jeans like he’d missed really bad. Immediately we all crack up and throw some jokes at him. Then we noticed that he was white as snow and trying to catch his breath. He starts screaming for us to follow him, and runs off.

We all get serious and go follow him, not knowing what the problem was. We start to hear a faint scream and crying in the distance, in the direction we were running. It was pitch black away from the camp and Mike had the only flash light (we left ours at the camp, he had his from his trip taking a piss), so at this stage we didn’t have much choice but to follow the light, which was frantically pointing here and there in front of him. The scream gets closer and Mike starts to slow down. We then notice a ratty old cabin that looked like it was abandoned, except for a faint light that we could see from one of the old mildew covered windows. The crying was intense: whoever it was couldn't breathe enough to let out a full yell. We all followed Mike up to the front door and we could all hear the crying from inside. As soon as he knocked on the door it stopped.

>>502706

We all waited and heard really heavy footsteps walking fast to the door. There was a giant slam against the door and the sound of a bolt unlocking. Then nothing. We waited for a bit, knocked a few more times, but still nothing happened. We walked around the house (there was no fucking way any of us were leaving each other’s side) and noticed a window, which was a good way up. Alex took a deep breath and said asked us to give him a boost so he could see inside. Me and Mike lifted him up to the window. We watched him brush away dirt and webs from the window and place his face close to the window to try and see something.

There was a quick beat. Then suddenly he breathed in fast and let out a loud scream. Then he fell back from the window, screaming bloody murder the whole way. We all tried to calm him down but he was hysterical. We went to him but he started to shake, punch, kick, you name it, and then took off towards the camp. None of us wanted to be separated so we all ran close behind him. We caught up to him and grabbed him and set him down. The fire was dying out so I grabbed some nearby wood that we collected added it to the fire. My hands were shaking and I had to do something. I went back to Alex and we all tried to calm him down. He wouldn't he kept screaming and was breathing so hard that he eventually fainted.

All of us are terrified now, and we all kept the fire high until sunrise. Periodically Alex kept waking up, screaming just like before. By sunrise he was up and looked catatonic, just mumbling to himself and whimpering.

>>502707

Me and Mike decide to go look at the cabin now it was daylight. We searched where we thought it was, except there was nothing there. Nothing at all. The indistinct smell from last night had now grown into a very strong smell of something dead, something stale. We headed back to the camping site. When we got there we found Alex had chewed into the sides of his face and swallowed so much blood that he was throwing up. John was at his back, and he looked like he was about to die from exhaustion. I guess we all looked that way, I just didn't notice until I saw his face. Alex said quietly that we need to leave. Now.

>>502709

We all started to pack up the tent. It started to rain really heavily (it was about noon) and the sky started to grow really dark. Alex started to go into a panic. He went and grabbed a big stick and yelled at us to leave it and leave, now, or he‘d knock us out and drag us out of there himself. Mike started to yell at him, and they started to fight. We broke it up and finished packing, and then started to make our way back. After a little while we arrived at a creek we had crossed the previous day, only it was flooded over, and the water was moving to fast for us to cross it. Alex started to scream again, yelling at Mike for taking his time packing up the tent when we could have gotten out of here. This went on for a while until we finally convinced Alex to calm down and tell us what happened. He said as soon as he put his face to the glass, a face on the other side did the same thing, and started to smile really big. It had dark eyes and a dark mouth which was much bigger then Alex's, as the smile got as large as it could a giant shadow behind it swung something down and sliced it‘s face off. The face was stuck to the window, and he said it started to laugh quietly as it slid down. Mike, still pissed off (and though he wouldn‘t admit it, beginning to get freaked out), started to argue with him again. We eventually started to follow the creek for a way to cross.

>>502713

We then started to see toys floating in the creek. Really old toys, old Barbie dolls and baby dolls. This wasn't like any old trash floating in the creek, though…this was a lot of barbies, a lot of baby dolls. One washed towards the side and Mike picked it up. It had some kind of voice chip that was dying and started to say some gurgling words we couldn't understand, followed by it’s sad excuse for laughter. Then it sounded like it was whispering. We thought the batteries must be dieing, he threw it down. We kept going, and the sun was starting to set. Alex was freaking out more now, and was whimpering and breathing heavily. We all started to see shadows move behind trees, something we all called BS on until we all seeing it. It was barely light out and we stop as we see the cabin right in front of us. None of us knows what to think. Mike says “This is bull, I’m going in there.” Alex tries to stop him. We all do, all of us just wanted to go home. Mike says to all of us to fuck off, do our own thing, he doesn't care anymore, this is all bull.

>>502714

We start to hear hundreds of the same sort baby doll as before, laughing, whispering and trying to sing. We start to move forward past the cabin, all of us, and kept pushing forward. We smelled something dead in the air, something stale. The same something as before. We started to hear something crying, and something screaming. We kept on going. We eventually crossed the creek and left the woods. We get back to our vehicle and got in. Its pitch black, and we drive. We are about to get on the 45 to Houston but the road is under construction and can't be accessed. It points to a detour. As we head towards the detour it seems to be small, bumpy dirt road going into the woods. We then see a young girl come up to us. She looks like she was in trouble, young and pretty. She approaches the passenger side door and she looks like she‘s really drugged up, or beaten up. Alex doesn't roll down the windows, nor does he open the door. She reaches for the handle and he immediately locks it. She puts her face on the window and starts to smile really big. We floor it, Alex starts to cry and scream and we are all breathing heavy. We finally cut on a street that takes us to the 45 and we take it the whole way. When we get back to my apartment everyone doesn't know what to say and we all break apart and go our separate ways.

>>502715

Mike messages me later and says he is going to go back. I try to convince him not to and all he does is say it was our own minds that were screwing with us. I think he just went to prove to himself he wasn’t scared. I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don't go out anymore, I just stay in and don't answer the door. Last week everyone I met was acting really strange, people that I knew for a long time and total strangers. My own dad, when I went to his place to eat supper with him he just watched me, strangely, when I was sitting down. He didn't say a word the whole time. I kept asking him “What’s wrong?” He just slowly shook his head.
When I was leaving to go home I turned to wave. He had black eyes and an open mouth like he was in pain. When I started to walk back he shut the door and bolted it. I stayed there knocking and knocking. Nothing. I called him, his phone was disconnected. I even called the police halfway through the questions they were asking me the connection started to fade into static. I could hear a faint mumbling, singing and laughing.

>>502716

Mike has completely vanished. There is not even a record of him being alive. When I call Alex’s house they talk to me like I’m some salesman. They say they don't know any Alex and to please stop talking. The person who tells me that is Alex‘s mother. I can’t get ahold of John. Someone knocked on my door and when I went to look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile started to form. I called the cops again and instead of it turning into static they got really strange. “Sir, are you affected by any drugs at the moment?” “No.” “Are you coming home anytime soon?” “Excuse me?” “Come home.” and the phone call ended. My mail slot swings every now and then. Someone is sliding pieces of baby dolls through it. I try to call people now and all I can hear is static and bad baby doll noises and this crying and screaming. My TV is busted but when I go to piss I can hear it on. I might be going insane.

>>502717

Whoever lives above me started to scream in pain and crying deeply recently. I hear giant footsteps from their apartment, I hear bangs and something falling to the ground. From the neighbours to the right of my apartment I hear what sounds like a baby that never gets tended too and then it sounds like a baby doll whose batteries are dying. My phone has been ringing now and it’s Alex telling me things in a language that I have never heard before, nor could even manage to repeat. I kept getting emails of pictures of black and small colorations, now I can't even access my email. Someone knocks on the door, then they slam against it. I hear the bolts unlocking one by one and I run to make sure to lock all of them back and sit down crying. What do I do? My electricity keeps dimming. My water, sinks, bath, shower, all smell like something dead. I keep seeing a shadow of someone behind me raising something up in the air, and I just take off to the other side of the apartment with my head against the wall. I have boarded my windows shut, someone was throwing rocks through them. I never could see who. I have boarded my bedroom in, I hear crying and screaming in there now. And right now while I’m typing this I can see the reflection off the computer screen of some shadow behind me

I used to live out in a mostly quiet suburban area, on the border to a rather expansive countryside. Though it was close to some of the tightly packed "manufactured home" neighborhoods, this area was much older. Much, much older.

There are many stories I could tell of the strange things that went on in the house. Of the walking shadows (now that I've been reading /x/, it seems that phenomenon is not a unique one) to the bizarre apparitions that everyone in the house (even guests) would report seeing.

Perhaps I should start with the most recent story, the one that prompted my moving out and joining the rest of the family at the new home. I had just returned from a trip that had taken me out of the state for the better part of the week, and in preparation for that trip moved my cats from the house to the new one that everyone in the family but myself had moved into. I was absolutely alone in the house.

>>502720
The fact that no cats were present is actually fairly significant. I have always considered cats to be a guarding force where the supernatural is concerned. I have always been more comfortable, even living alone in bad areas, if there are cats living with me. They're acutely aware of everything that goes on, and in this house the cats would constantly seem to interact with things that were not visible to me.

Having no place to sleep in the new house save for the floor, I decided that the best choice would be to spend the rest of the week at the older, empty house. It was night when I got back, having stopped at the familiar old gas-station to pick up an energy drink to help me power through a night of catching up with everything I'd missed on the internet while I was away. A few hours passed by, all the while I had a foreboding feeling nagging in the back of my mind. I felt like there was a lurking presence, something felt, but no seen.

>>502721
I brushed off the feeling as a combination of my anxiety and some sort of subconscious "want" for there to be a supernatural happening of some sort. Then, something odd happened. My eyes caught movement in the curtains of the bedroom as something attempted to enter through the window. It was only for a moment that whatever that thing was made itself visible. But I'll never forget that featureless blank face. Vaguely human, yet horrifically not.

That was the last night I spent in that house.

>>502705
Instead of creeping me out, it made me go BAWWW. ;__;

>>499745
I love you

I'm keepin' this fire lit, fuckers.

fires are nice.

>>499957
>Your clock glows red in the darkness

Raise your hand if you read this as "your cock glows red in the darkness"

>>503033
Yeaahh..

>>502705

Stolen from an old "Scary Stories" compilation. Original version, her head comes off when he removed the ribbon.

>>503033
Guilty.

its winter and youre sitting at your computer and you see a news article pop up on your monitor. "extremely dangerous man escapes from the mental asylum and is in your area, please lock all doors and windows and stay tuned for more news".

hearing this you decide to do as it says. only when you get to your sliding glass window you see a human shape outside. confused you look harder and see its a man with a terrifying grin and he's covered in blood. shocked you stand there and watch him come closer and closer to the window.

but you notice. there are no tracks in the snow outside from his steps. its his reflection in the glass

>>503081
This has been done 3 times now.

/r/ing the one where the mothers get the dolls, and the only way they can turn it off is if they kill it.

>>503033

might have heard this before
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Harold

Thomas and Alfred were two best friends. Whenever it got hot, they would take their cows up to a cool, green pasture in the mountains. Usually they stayed there with the cows all summer. The work their in the mountains was easy, but really boring. All they did was tend their cows all day. They would return to their tiny hut and night. Every night they ate supper, worked in the garden, and went to sleep.
Then one day, Thomas said "Let's make a life-size doll. We can put it in the garden and use it as a scarecrow." There was a farmer they both hated named Harold, so they decided to name the doll Harold and make it look like him. They made it out of straw and gave it a pointy nose and tiny eyes, like Harold's. Day after day, they would tie Harold to a pole in the garden to scare away the birds. They brought it in the house every night. Sometimes, they would talk to it, saying things like "How's it going?" And the other would say in a weird voice "Not good." Of course, Harold wouldn't appreciate it. When they were in a bad mood, they would even curse at him or kick him.

A while later, when Thomas was taking out his anger on Harold, Alfred swore he heard the doll grunt. "Did you hear that? Harold grunted!" "Impossible, he's just a sack of straw," replied Thomas. Alfred dismissed it, but they both stopped talking to it, kicking it, or even touching it, they just left him neglected in the corner of the room.
After a while, they decided nothing was to be feared. Maybe a few bugs or rats were living in the straw. So they went back to their old routine. Every day, they would take it outside, and bring it back in at night. Then they even started treated him badly again.

One night, Alfred noticed something that scared him. "It looks like Harold is growing." "I was thinking the same," answered Thomas. "Maybe it's just our imagination. I think the elevation is getting to us." The next morning, they saw Harold stand up and walk outstide, climb onto the roof, and he stayed there all night. In the morning, it came down and stood in the pasture. They got very scared and decided to flee. They took their cows and started heading back down for the valley. After going only a mile or so, they realized they had forgotten the milking stools. They knew they didn't have the money to replace them, so Alfred forced himself back to get them. "I'll catch up with you later. You just keep moving." After walking for a while, Thomas looked back at the hut and did not see Alfred. What he did see,however, horrified him. He saw Harold, on the roof of the hut, stretching out a bloody piece of flesh to dry in the sun.

>>503140

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.

>>502704
>>499579

Amazing. Is this the longest story to ever be posted twice in the same thread? It's bad enough when the smaller "red eyes" or "killer outside is actually a reflection" stories do it, but those are small enough for someone to miss by skimming.

>>503743
More Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark. This one's a classic. This story messed me up when I was a kid.

>>501262

Shit wasn't even scary. Pick a scarier face and next time try to have it come up on the screen faster.

The Soviet dictator Josef Stalin ordered the creation of Planet of the Apes-style warriors by crossing humans with apes, according to recently uncovered secret documents.
Moscow archives show that in the mid-1920s Russia's top animal breeding scientist, Ilya Ivanovich Ivanov, was ordered to turn his skills from horse and animal work to the quest for a super-warrior.

According to Moscow newspapers, Stalin told the scientist: "I want a new invincible human being, insensitive to pain, resistant and indifferent about the quality of food they eat." As we can see, the assignment ended up a failure. But Stalin continued to search for this 'Super-warrior'. Documents were recently found in Ivanov's diary pertaining to certain successes around the early 1930s during his expriments dealing with disease modification.
A combination of rabies without death, steroids, and the shutdown of certian nerves. Ilya Ivanov had created a modern day zombie virus. Three vials were made. Ilya Ivanov kept one to himself, Georgy Milenkov, the current Chairman of the Council of Ministers, recieved one as well, and the last one was sent to Ivanov's old science partner for further investigation. Ilya Ivanov was later arrested and exiled to Alma Ata. During the seventies, Alexey Kosigin ordered the vials to be destroyed, as they were too dangerous to have around. The vials belonging to Milenkov and Ivanov were found and disposed of, but only half of the original amount in the third vial was still there. The Russian government is, to this day, unable to find the other half of the vial's contents. Ivanov's friend who owned the third vial, Tolek Rasmov, was said to have strong ties with American scientists.

>>498778

Holy shit, I think that's some of the only creepypasta that has ever actually creeped me out. Win.

Some of this shit is great.

pleased that this thread is still alive. bump to keep it that way

i fucking love /x/ after i lurk maor i'll post the the story about how i lost my sanity

maybe

TED THE CAVER TED THE CAVER TED THE CAVER

You will never sleep again

please, someone post the story about the guy who wanted a dreamcatcher to end his dreams
later on something was following him through town, supposedly real, or really good pasta

>>503983

That is me

Might as well post my fucking story

is that stalin thing true?

Buppp too get this amazing thread back up

You wake up to a voice on your answering machine...You listen to it as your to tired to answer the phone. Someone is just breathing very heavy. You wake up a little and open your eyes a bit. The breathing sounds louder. You raise up a bit..The breathing is still getting louder. You look over at your phone and the message light isn't on..Breathing still getting louder. You look on the floor and notice the power cord isn't plugged in. You look out your window. But notice a shadow blocking your view.

I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed.

Today a friend of mine told me a story.

His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):

"They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them.

The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren't already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door...

Once for you skin, which she'll use to patch her own decaying flesh.

Twice for your muscle, which she'll gnash her teeth on between victimes.

Thrice for your bones, which she'll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victimes.

Four times for your heart, which she'll wear around her neck.

Five times for your teeth, which she'll polish and keep in a box.

Six times for your eyes, which she'll see the faces of your loved ones through.

Seven times for your soul, which she'll eat whole - you can never pass while you're in her stomach.

She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.

You can try to outrun her, but she's faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she's knocking on your door, she won't be so courteous when she catches up to you.

Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that's right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again."

Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints."

His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop shitting me.
He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.

Then a little girl's voice spoke over the line: "WITNESS." I hung up.

Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. She's doing it slowly... I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn't get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.

Nice knowing you guys, it's been fu-
WITNESS

>>504808

HO SHIT! BRIX WERE SHAT!

>>504808
Love that story, after reading creepy pasta for 30 minutes that shit will freak you out.

>Nice knowing you guys, it's been fu-
>WITNESS

I like this ending better:
Nice knowing you guys, it's been fuWITNESS

Makes it seem more interrupted.

>>504905
First time I saw it it said:
Nice knowing you guys it's been fuy5WITNESS.
Kinda like a scrambling to finish, yeah?

>>504908
I think I like that one the best.

best one I have:

A couple was on their way home, when they ran out of gas. They had to park on the side of a forest road, and the boy left her gf waiting, while he walked to the gas station. The girl sat there and waited. Chewing gum. Bored. She put the radio on, but all there was on was an emergency broadcast on some massive asylum breakout. A bit scared, the girl locked the car up. After about an hour or so, the boy hadn't come back. Suddenly, something jumped on the roof of the car and started stomping on it. "It must be a deer or something like that." the girl thought. Not 5 minutes of stomping later, the girl saw policelights behing her: 2 policecars were behind her. The chief shouted on the megaphone: "Open your cardoors! come out and run towards us quickly! Do not, I repeat, DO NOT look behind you!". The girl, scared did what the police told her to and ran out of the car...but she looked back. On the roof of the car, there was a skinny bearded man, covered in blood with a huge menacing grin on his face. And he was smashing the boyfriend's head to the roof of the car.

>>498575
Gave me shivers

Why am I the only one who wants this archived?
Creepypasta is epic.

>>499115

OMG I posted the basic premise for that a while ago in /b/ (didn't know about /x/ then, don't go there anymore)!

Thank you!

I want to write some creepypasta but I'm strapped for a premise. Someone give me a prompt or set-up and I'll see what I can do.

The human brain is a very complex organ. More powerful than the most advanced computers. Occassionally able to heal amazing injuries and regain use after terrible accidents. We're all /b/tards(No we're not). We're all pretty well read. We've all heard the stories.

But is that really so good? With all the advances, have you maybe lost a few of the simple, but vital functions?

There's a lot of creepy-pasta out there about "closed doors". Well, not that much I guess. But a few. They always talk about the creepy feeling you get when you look at a closed door. Only sometimes, usually at night. Mostly it's just that odd sensation that something is behind it. Something scary. Boo. LoL.

Seriously, how silly.

Thing is... Every once in awhile, it really sinks in. That feeling that the door, and what is on one side of it is actually dangerous. That sensation that leaves you standing at the door, hand hovering above the knob, unable to move until you whisper to yourself: "It's okay, you're being a pussy" until you force yourself to turn it and walk through. These are the important times.

The door is solid. You can't see through it, you can't sense through. So when you feel so amazingly drawn to that door... feel compelled to open it, but yet you're paralyzed with fear because of what might be on the other side... remember how sometimes your "advanced" brain might confuse more basic signals coming from sensory organs you might not rely on so much these days.

And realize maybe the "simpler" parts of your brain are trying to warn you of what's on YOUR side of the door.

>>504998

Watch that slows down/speeds up time when you wear it. Man uses it for evil by speeding himself up, but then the watch breaks and he slows down so much everyone else thinks he's dead-

Picture everyone around speed up so much they look like a blur. Watching the doctors give you an autopsy, your funeral, you being lowered into your grave-and you can't move fast enough to stop them.

Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time wasn’t. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied. “You Sarah O’Bannon?” Yes! the voice assured. “You were born on September 17, 1827?” Yes! “The gravestone here says you died on February 19?” No, that wasn’t true, she was alive, it was a mistake! Dig her up, set her free! “Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”

A teenage baby-sitter put the kids she was watching to sleep in their beds and went back downstairs. The late night news was on the TV -- the reporter said a psychopath from a local mental institution was on the loose and that police thought he might be in the area. He cautioned residents to lock their doors and windows because this guy was very, very dangerous. Well, the teenager checked the locks on the windows and the doors, but she forgot the door on the cellar bulkhead. Needless to say, the psychopath broke in about an hour later, coming up from the cellar, armed with an ax. The children heard some noises downstairs, but thought it was the baby-sitter moving some furniture around. Then it got real quiet. All they heard for the remainder of the night was this noise: "Thump! Thump! Dra-aag... Thump! Thump! Dra-aag..." Evidently, they were too afraid to get up to see what it was. In the morning, their parents came home and were horrified to find the babysitter at the top of the stairs, dead with both arms hacked off at the elbows. She'd been climbing the stairs on the bloody stumps of her arms, pulling her badly injured body along. Was she trying to check on the children? Was she trying to get help? Or in the madness of her tortured soul, was she planning to kill the children herself?

I read this a while ago from /b/:

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.

>>505029

Sounds like somnambulism to me. If he woke up his dad to ask him, he might not have noticed.

Or an overactive imagination.

I imagine it would freak an 8 year old out, but it's not really that creepy.

This happened just now, the basic anyway...

You are reading stories on the internet. Scary stories. Your heart is already pounding. You rest back in your chair, with a high back that reaches slightly over your head. There is a constant hum outside of your room, but it's just the water pipes. You have the TV turned on, for you are waiting for a movie to start. It's just some shooter, with it's flashes. Now, there is light behind you, in the ceiling. It casts two shadows, for your are in a corner, one on both walls. Suddenly, the humming stops. Alright, someone came out of his shower or something. ( The TV is flashing, you notice. )
As you are reading, you notice a sigh. It's not yours, and you're home alone. You look to the right ( Where the TV is, and then the door leading to the room with the pipes, and where the sigh came from ), and see that the TV is turned off- The flashing is still there. You are already excited by the horror stories, and KNOW something bad's gonna happen. You think that some cold, demonic corpse grabbed your shoulder, but there's nothing there. You still can't shake the feeling off. Anyway, after a moment, you forget about this, and continue looking for decent stories. ( The flashing is still there )

You now start to think... There was a noise, the TV is off, the flashes are there, and there are three shadows...

best creepypasta thread i've seen in quite a while.
yay guys.

i just got chills, one time i had a nightmare where i heard on the news about someone that was on the loose killing people and i went to lock the doors and close the blinds and i saw him outside the window. I woke up freaking out, right now im still shaking thinking about it.

>>505043
The point is that the mother went downstairs, he followed, she wasn't there, he went into the parent's room, she WAS there, then he went back into his room and she came back up the stairs.

It's a situation that can't logically happen as told.

one of the best creepypasta threads in a long time. Anyone got the one called something like 'house of Dionea'?

>>506062
seconded

bump this shit