The clock shows 3am. You feel like you fall from a great height and hit the ground. You realize you had a nightmare, but you can’t make too much out of it, only that you were lying in your bed when you heard and eerie sound and got the feeling something was watching you.
You shake it off, and go to get a glass of warm milk to help you fall asleep. You finish it in the kitchen and proceed back to your bedroom. You lie down in our bed, ready to fall asleep.
Suddenly, you hear a familiar sound..

Knowing that you have just wasted your time sitting at your desk typing out some mediocre creepy story which will never be truly praised to the way you would like.

Once you have finished reading that insignificant paragraph above that I just wrote...you will become aware of the last family member or friend that has died.

Don't turn around. Just close your eyes.

Just close your eyes.

>>506384
What if you never had family member die?

>>506388
OH SHI--

It started out as a joke. My friends had joked about it - even egged each other on to try it.
We all laughed at the concept.

Fucking a bowl of cheerios? The mere idea sent shivers down my spine. The initial roughness in texture. The cold milk shrinking my erect PENIS.
"What joy could there be in that?" I thought to myself. After a few weeks nobody brought it up anymore. We'd moved on to different jokes and catch phrases as most groups do. They weren't as funny, but they definitely weren't as weird. We did the usual things and Friday was drinking day. By 2:00 am all four of us were plastered. Jake let out a long sigh after pounding another shot of SoCo and Kevin was loudly snoring on the couch. After a twenty minutes or so it was just Steve and I alone left finishing off our remaining beers.
"Dude hold on," Steve smiled.
"What's up man?" I said in my drunken stupor. 
Steve sloshed his way over to his refridgerator and removed a gleaming white bowl from the fridge. I instantly knew what it was. 
"What the shit fuck is that Steve?" I asked
"Fuckin Cheerios man. You should fuck them!" He seemed excited.
"Dude it was just a joke. Don't tell me you..." I was cut off.
"Naw dude I didn't fuck no cheerios. But I will bet you $50 you won't do it." I had my excuse.
"Fine fucker I'll do it." I was becoming erect already.
"How will I know you did it, huh?" I froze up. My erection started to die.
"Is this some elaborate ploy for you to see my fucking dick, bro?" I shouted, nearly waking our sleeping companions.
"Nah dude I just don't want any fucking cheating, man. I got $50 on this shit."
"Fine, I'll do it with my back to you and just stick my dick out through my fly." I was erect again.
We both went silent. I carefully walked to the corner of the room and looked down upon the soggy mash of Cheerios awaiting my erect cock. 

They were Honey Nut.

Usually, when you sleep, unless you're naturally paranoid, you'll fall asleep quickly and easily. Beforehand, did you hear or read the words "good night"?

You didn't?...

Then you must be one of them...

A man with a widely known reputation for drinking and maybe not as widely but still quite notorious reputations for stories of the paranormal quality claims to have seen something weird, only explaining it as a "shadowy" entity or something as vague, every so often. Of course most just disregard these jabberings as the mumbligs of a drunken patron of a backwaters town, but some of the more "shaky" patrons cannot but agree with the drunken fool's approximation that these things should be left alone.

One might think the world is wholly explainable and that concurrent science should be able to explain everything. But as far as it goes, sciece is still limited and the "world" is a vast place to search for different 'effects'. Oh, it might be all that simple but the main question still remains: "Can we really claim to know everything about this universe with our concurrent methods?"

Some might, in this case, praise the scientific method and the human capability for science, but some might take into considerations our imperfections, the things that make us "human", the things that may just as well make us blind to all kinds of "paranormal" happenings in our midst.

So, all in all, I'm not saying you should disregard science, all I'm saing is that you should be more open minded, more able to take in new information, whether it be scientific (which I openly admit to being more preferential) or "indifferent" in nature considering "paranormal" events.

>>506391
Good try to be mysterious, fool.

I am sitting on my computer at about 10:30. It’s storming outside, but not a terrible storm, just the occasional thunder shock and even more rare lighting bolt with a very light rain. Almost all the lights in the apartment were off, and I’m just talking to some friends over AIM. Then suddenly it became very very cold. As if the storm from outside was creeping to the door.I just figure there was a temperature drop because of the storm, so I toss on a sweatshirt. After about 30 minutes or so I’m still freezing cold.

I start to get this feeling.
It’s a feeling we all have felt before.
The feeling that someone is staring at you.
The feeling that this someone is not very far away.
The feeling that if you turn your head the slightest bit, you would see them.

I shrug this feeling off because I am an extremely paranoid person and I get this feeling all the time. I continue to converse with my friends, I even mentioned this sensation that I currently had, and my friends naturally laugh at me saying I need to stop being a baby. The sympathetic ones say it will go away eventually and not to worry. I waited awhile…it did not go away. In fact it increased.

It felt like something was consuming the very Happiness within me.
Like something was filling me with Dread.
That chilling Terror we all felt as children when the lights were turned out.
A true Fear of the Dark.
But it’s not the dark we are afraid of....but of what lurks in the dark

Long ago when I was about four or five, I stayed over at my grandparents' house for the night. My Mom stayed over with me, because Dad was out of town on business.

Granny and Granddad quite enjoyed their television programs, and had a set in each of the two bedrooms in the house, as well as in the living room. I was still stupid enough to believe TV's flickering, mind-sucking images were pretty neat, so I was in heaven.

With one of Granny's home-cooked meals in my stomach, I had begun to feel the need for slumber. So, we all piled in the monstrous king-sized bed in Granny and Granddad's master bedroom, and soon we were all snoring blissfully.

I woke up in the night and sat upright, looking around. Something had disturbed my slumber. Granddad was still snoring rhythmically, and Granny looked like she hadn't budged an inch, so I sat back and prepared to visit the realm of dream once more.

Then the television turned itself on.

Now, I'm only 36, but this was in the days when remote controls were the providence of the wealthy and debased. Granny and Grandad did not fit into any of those two categories.

To see a television turn itself on was an interesting thing. I sat up again to see what would come on.

At that time, the TV in my grandparents' bedroom was a black and white. I watched the white dot that had formed in the middle expand to full screen, but only the static of a dead channel appeared.

Then, images began to appear.

I couldn't really describe them. They were sort of shadowy things at first, but slowly, an actual image began to appear.

I almost couldn’t take it anymore. Here I am, almost a grown man, and I’m jumping at shadows. It’s ridiculous, but as ridiculous as it seems, I still have this little voice in the back of my head telling me that maybe I have a reason to be afraid. Maybe I should turn around and see if there’s actually anything there.

Wait…why would I turn around?
I don’t want to turn around.
Whose thought was that?
That certainly wasn’t mine.
But who else’s could it be?

I reached my limit. If I stay in this chair another second I’m going to go insane. I wonder if I can make it to my room before this thing gets me. It could be nothing, but I am not staying here to find out. I’m a pretty fast runner, there’s no way this thing can catch me. Let’s do this.
The chair clatters as it falls to the floor. I don’t think I could move this fast again if I wanted to. After my first foot was through the gateway to my room, I was already in the process of slamming the door. I rush over and turn on every light, including the T.V. making sure there’s no room for any shadows. I put my ear to do the door to see if I can hear it following me.

Nothing
Complete Stillness
The type of silence most people only experience once in a life time.
I don’t know why people would ever seek this type of quiet.
I never want to hear silence again.

I slowly back away from the door. I have one thought going through my mind. What in the hell did I just see, and why did I ever look over my shoulder. I will never forget what I saw. It was a shadow, but it wasn’t a shadow. It was free standing, as if it was a man. The surrounding night seemed to channel into this horrific being, making it seem blacker than the darkest pit in hell. It chilled me down to my very bones. Though something peculiarly odd stood out about this particular shadow being, it had a cane with a silver handle, and a top hat akin to something you’d expect to see in a movie from the early 20th century.
And the thing that was the scariest part about it:
To this day I swear it was smiling, and not the smile you ever ever want to be on the receiving end of.

A smile that said I’m evil.
A smile that said I had fun tonight.
A smile that said I enjoyed toying with you.
A smile that said I really want to hurt you.
A smile that said I’ll see you again.

>>506421bugga ruined my combo

>>506421
Muppets! The Muppets were on, Grover and Herry! I was exalted, elated. I wanted to wake my grandparents up, but I then started to feel a bit uncomfortable about what was happening on the television.

Well, uncertain about what to do, I decided to keep a close watch on the television.

The Muppets looked at me. It was common of course on Sesame Street and the Muppet Show for them to acknowledge the audience, so I wasn't alarmed so much by that.

Grover leaned over and pointed at me, while whispering something to his companion. They looked at me in unison, whispering all the while in a strange, unusually guttural tongue.

The Muppets began to dance, sing and cavort about in that strange language of theirs. It was sort of amusing, I recall. I began to feel a bit more at ease.

The Muppets motioned for me to come forward.

I shook my head.

Every night before you go to sleep you glare at the closet. You know that you're being delusional. Stupid. You know that you're tired, and that there's no real reason to shut the door. You do it anyway. One day you'll decide that it's not worth the time. You'll think it's better to just go to sleep.

Just remember that they're waiting.

>>506437
The Muppets tried again.

I shook my head. I was beginning to feel frightened. If there ever was a way Muppets could look pissed, these guys were doing it.

I should mention that all of this singing, dancing, cavorting horror that was going on seemed to in no way disturb my grandparents. This disturbed me as well, because these guys were LOUD.

I got out of bed and crept into the living room, being careful to avoid approaching the screen. The Muppet-things wore visages of absolute anger now, motioning violently for me to approach the screen. My attempts rouse my grandmother and grandfather were in vain; they would not stir.

I ran into the living room, crying. I collapsed in my Granddad's chair, buried my face into the fabric, and began to weep, certain doom had come for me.

I looked over at the television in the corner of the living room. It had already begun to turn itself on, the shadow-forms that had dissolved into the Henson-styled horrors already beginning to flicker across its surface.

I screamed, rooted to the spot. But as the scream left my lungs the two grinning, fanged faces burst into being on the television screen

>>506391
Wow, faggot. Let me try improving that. Even though I suck at literature, I don't think I can make it any worse.

Usually, when you sleep, unless you're naturally paranoid, you'll fall asleep quickly and easily. Beforehand, did you hear or read the words "good night"? When this is said to you, if anything is to happen to you, pain or extreme emotion, whoever spoke or wrote those words will know, and will have a desire to hurry to you, and if you scream, or whimper in the least, they will hear it. This is nothing ever happens to you while you sleep. Everything that has ever watched you knows, and cannot risk being found. There will be a night in your life when no one will say "good night" to you.

Now someone give me good way to end it.

Have you ever noticed that sometimes--like when you're hunched over your computer screen with the lights dimmed, reading /x/--it feels like there's something behind you? Something that might not be human? Something staring into you, just waiting for you to turn around and give it an excuse?

Well, they do say it's best to follow your instincts.

>>506446
Almost shat bri/x/, but it feels like it's missing something. Come on, last part

>>506452lol read my story :D

>>506447
Then you'll be really paranoid, shudder, and your mom got scared, she said you're moving in with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air.

If you ever are fortunate enough to own a cat, you must replace it with another cat as soon as possible after it dies. Most of the time this is an instinctual thing on us humans' behalf; we love our cat, and we want the experience to continue. Some of us buy more than one cat for this reason.

But once you have one cat, you must not break the continuity of cat ownership for long. Cats make an indelible mark on their owners and are good at repelling what are considered to be "demonic" forces. Once the cat(s) are out of your life though, you are still marked.

And unprotected.

>>506478
THIS IS CAT PROPGANDA

I WILL NOT BUY ANOTHER FILTHY FELINE AND PAY PETCO MORE MONEY YOU BASTARDS!

>>506460
Haha, that's bizarre. Nice little hivemind there.

>>506476
Oh, you!

>>506490
I AM SO BLOGGING ABOUT THIS IN MY LIVEJOURNAL

FUCK SHIT

I work at a nursing home, so its not unusual to have a patient with parts missing, from a war or such. But this one was quite unusual..
This one little old lady, a very friendly lady at that, buzzed me in the middle of the night. I wondered what she would have needed so late at night, but I went anyways. When I got there, the old lady was trembling. When I asked her whats wrong, she said, "Could you please get that lady in the wheelchair out of here? She's been in here for quite some time, and I can feel her staring at me, its making me uncomfortable." She pointed to the corner of the room, but I saw nothing. Not understanding, I just turned to the corner and said, "Could you please leave? I would appreciate it." I don't know if 'she' left or not, but the little old lady smiled and thanked me so my words must have had some effect on the invisible woman.
I walked back to our little office, trying to hurry in fear of the woman I couldn't see. Where had she went?
When I got back to the office, I sat around for a while, too scared to go back to my reading. I glanced frantically around the room, hoping my shift would be over soon. I looked at my watch. 42 minutes until I got to leave. Damn it. I started to read my book again but I just couldn't get back into it. I heard a small sound, like a mouse scittering across the floor. I somehow managed to get my eyes to meet what made the sound. It was a woman in a wheelchair.

>>506534

I muffled a scream, I didn't know if this lady was just a visitor. But it was past midnight..
Bravely, I said, "Hello, ma'am, can I help you?" She did not respond at first. Something was odd about her, but I couldn't identify what it was. She lifted her head so she was looking directly at me. She remained silent. At that moment I realized it -- she had no eyes.
My own eyes widened with terror, but the woman did not react. Her eyes were pitch black, as if they were deep holes, I can not describe it any better than that. Again, I asked her, "Do you need any help?" She shook her head and vanished. I never saw her again.

There is a creature watching you from the window.
Do not look, or it will know you are aware of it.

>>506555
Very original, faggot.

>>506555
man i remember the first time i wrote that one this board and even then i didnt think i was bein' original

>>506555
Not scary anymore.

MOar

STORRRRMMMMMCRRRROOOOWWWWWW.

once you will go somewhere and if you do something something good will happen if you don't something bad happens

>>506587
meh...minor bri/x/

I knew a guy who got a letter. No return address on it, no signature, and the envelope was blank, so it musta been dropped in by hand. He figured it was just a trick the mailman was pulling.

The letter contained instructions. Specific instructions. Go to intersection X and buy a hot dog from the vendor by a certain time, and have a chat with the person selling them.

He didn't do it, of course. Had better things to do that day. Laundry, for example. At the end of the day he saw a news report, about how a young hired hot dog vendor and her employer's little trolley thing had been hit by an elderly driver at intersection X at a certain time. He went to recheck the letter, to make sure he didn't imagine it, but when he found it in his trashcan it was nothing but a blank page.

He couldn't help but figure that if he'd bothered to chat with that pretty young vendor(the damn news even put a smiling photo of her up on the screen), maybe she wouldn't have been standing quite where she was when the old man lost control of his car.

Or maybe he woulda just been hit, too. I dunno. Just be careful out there, right?

In a certain area of a certain city in Pennsylvania, you must be born and raised in Pennsylvannia, is an area of flat concrete, the kind of place used as a basketball court or similar, near to a school building. If you wait in this area on the 10th September, you will eventually be approached by two youths with an aggressive demeanor about them. The youths will challenge you to a fight, which you must accept. Following the brawl, return to your home. It is important that you tell your mother of this incident. You must listen at this point and she will become perturbed by your tale, and order you to leave for an area of Los Angeles. You will be compelled to obey her.

At the nearest taxi rank, you must whistle for a cab and one will approach. You may see that its license plate reads "FRESH", and there will be novelty dice dangling from the rear-view mirror, do not enter if the cab doesnt apply this requirements. Do not be disturbed by the odor of the cab's interior, and speak only the words "Yo home, to Bel Air" to the driver. You will be on your way.

When you arrive in Los Angeles, seemingly only seconds later, you must speak again to the driver, this time saying "Yo home, smell ya' later". DO NOT LOOK BACK AS THE TAXI LEAVES. You will be dropped off at the entrance to a large mansion. Approach the door and knock three times. If you follow these instructions exactly, you will become and be known as the Kind of BelAir. However, if any shape , or form you fail at least one of these steps, your life will end in the most unimaginably hideous way.

>>506380
I've never really understood why OP's picture is creepy.

>>506681
Open it in IE and mark it.

>>506703

what?

What happens when you do that?
I use fire fawks.
Not IE

>>506711
>>506712
Just try it.

What do you mean by mark it?

>>506727

yes what does mark it mean by mark it

>>506727

Select it.
Highlight it.
Mark it.

Highlighted.

HOW TO MARK?

>>506732
> Highlight it.

>>506733
Drag your mouse over it so it's all blue WHEN OPENED IN INTERNET EXPLORER.

>>506732

i see and that was gay not worth my time

she seems to have another face hidden within her face

>>506763
Yes

Okay...
This is real and all this stuff you're going to read now really happened to either me or one of my friends. It seems like our district here in Berlin is cursed or something like that. Strange things are happening.

I'll start of with a story told to me by a friend when he was a child.
His family moved from vietnam to germany in the middle of the 80's and they needed to live in a single room. They sleeped all together in this room too. At one night my friend woke up. I don't know why, he just woke up for no reason. Sometimes his mother sleeps with one eye open. He told me that this looks like the cover of the japanese "The Ring" version. Anyway, he always moves his head away so that he does not have to watch this creepy eye. He looked at the end of his feets and there was someone sitting. The person was female and had long black hair. He thought it was his sister and asked:"Hey sister? What are you up to now?" The person that he thought was his sister stood up and walked to the kitchen. He followed the person with his eyes. Then he realized that his sister was lying next to him.

>>507478
Same guy, another year... I think it was 2004 or so.
He was going home and short before we were sitting infront of my PC browsing 4chon for the lulz. On his way home he called another friend if they could meet at our place, a huge playground, to smoke a cig. He entered the playground (surrounded by 4 huge houses) and walked some meters. Then there was this weird sound comming out of the bushes, like something grinding it's teeth periodically very fast. He stood still and watched the bush, nothing there. Then there was this sound again and the sound was approching him. He turned around and was running as fast as possible.

>>507479
Again, same guy, another date.
He was comming from somewhere (he told it to me but I already forgot it). My friend walked along the street next to my old school as he heared the sound of a caddy. The caddies that old people pull behind them. He turned around, but nothing was there. He moved on and then there was it again, the sound of plasticwheels rolling over cobble stone. Then he stood still, turned around and there was nothing, only this sound. It creeped the shit out of him and he decided to move on and as he arrived at our playground (where we are sitting and drinking beer ... doing weird stuff) he told us about what happened to him. We all loled and thought it was his imagination. But then we told eachother bricks-shitting stories about stuff that happened to us.
The weird thing was when I was walking home another day, that the sound reappeared at the same spot. The sound of plastic wheels on bumby ground. I stopped and looked around, nothing was there. I tried to figure out where the source of this sound was. I was walking around sometime, trying to catch the sound, but it seemed to come from everywhere. It was really strange.
I called my friend and told him about it. He could even hear the sound through the phone. Creepy shit.

>>507480
Another day I was walking home again, taking another way because it was shorter then the other way (where I could hear the sound of the caddy). It even happened before this event with the caddy. So I was walking along that way and about 10 to 15 meters to my right is the fence of a factory building. Then there was this weird sound of someone dragging along a stick on the fence really fast. Like a metallic "wush"... hard to explain. I stood still and watched the fence. Nobody there. I continued to walk my way. Then there was that sound again. I stood still again. Watched the fence. Nothing there. I walked faster, and the sound reappered again and again and I was accelerating my speed...
then I was in need to walk to the right, and the fence would be 1 to 0,5 meters next to me. The sound was stopping for the time I approched the fence. Then I was really near to the fence and walked along the way. The sound reappeared right behind me. I was moving on and the sound was right behind me and seemed to come nearer. At the last segment of the fence I stopped and the sound was right in front of me, but there fucking was nothing! Scared like hell I was running home.

>>507482
Another friend told me about something that happened to his grandmother.
His grandmother had a dog, german shepard. The dog always sleppt in the same room like the grandmother (that would be her bedroom). At one night, the grandmother woke up and she could feel presence in her bedroom. Her dog was standing in the corner and stared to the end of the grandmothers bed, baring his teeth. After some time the feeling was gone and the dog stopped to bare his teeth. After this night the dog would not enter the bedroom anymore.

>>507483
A girlfriend told me something really strange. She lived in the outer parts of our district, in an one-family house. The house was kinda old. Anyway, in one of the corners of her bedroom there was an old chair. She recieved it from someone of her family. The weird thing was that, if the light was right, you could see the shadow of someone sitting on the chair. At night the shadow was there the whole time. Even weirder is that her cat always was sitting on the corner of her bed staring at the chair, not looking away, even at night(except that the cat sometimes leaves the room to do other stuff, but while in the room she stared at that chair). She was so scared, that she ordered her father to throw the chair away. The bad thing was that the shadow stayed where it was and even got taller, like someone standing in that corner. Her father tried to overpaint the dark parts, but this really seemed like a shadow and it would not go away. Then they moved away and they got calls from the people, that now live in this house and they ask about the shadow in this room. Really strange. Gives me goosebumps everytime I think about this.

>>507484
And now some really serious shit. One day I was sitting infront of my PC modelling stuff in 3D Studio. I worked on a little sequence of spaceplanes approaching a Planet. Then at about 22-23 o'clock I started the rendering. The remaining time told me that the rendering will be done at about 7 o'clock the next morning. So I set my alarm clock to 6:30 and went to bed. The next morning I got up at 6:30, switched on the screen of my PC and the time told me that it would take another 2 hours. Then I went to the toilet to take a piss, then I returned to my bed and reset my alarm clock. I can't remember if I turned of the screen or not. So I was in my bed and I looked out of the window for no reason. I dunno if this was the point I napped off or not. The freightening thing was how I waked up again. My alarm clock was ringing and I was lying infront of my PC with my back leaned to my door. My Back was hurting like hell. I got up onto my feets and watched the PC screen. the rendering was finished. Then I walked to the bathroom to exermine my back. There were long scratches that reached from my shoulders down to my ass. My father came in and asked me what I was doing at night because of rumbling noises that came out of my room. I don't know what happened, nor do I have any idea how this could happen, but it was really creepy.

There are some other things that happened to me, my friends and family members. I will write them down some time and post them here on x.

>>506446

Is that it? It was just getting good!

>>507541
I hear that phrase from women a lot

For your reading pleasure /x/

I used to live in a small town with only 200 some residents. It was your typical small town where everyone knew everyone else and the city council was made up of the local craftsmen, farmers, and elder residents. One the town's oldest and wealthiest residents, Mr. Albert VanHorn had passed away. He had made his fortune in the oil industry and had decided that after he retired he wanted to spend his golden years in the town where he was born. He was a kind and generous person to all of us, he would allow the local kids to swim in his private lake during the summer and held an annual festival on his ranch commemorating the founding of the town.

He had left a will but had no immediate family so an effort was made to find his next of kin. Should no next of kin be found within 90 days of his death he stated that he would leave his ranch to the care of locals so the festival could still be held annually and left a generous amount for each family of the town while the rest went to charity. Finally he had some relatives that were located, these were grandnephews of his from a brother that had parted ways years ago. They never personally knew Mr. VanHorn like the residents did yet they were entitled to his fortune, needless to say this angered many of them. They came into town to meet the city mayor and the local attorney later that week, they decided they were going to sell the property to a business that would turn the ranch into a meat processing plant. Mr. VanHorn had always mentioned that his relatives would have to stay in his home for a week to inherit his fortune but he never officially wrote it on his will. His relatives found the idea of having to spend a week at the ranch ridiculous but co-operated with the towns people anyways.

A few nights later I heard a car screeching down the main road that leads towards the bridge out of town, it was the vehicle that belonged to Mr. VanHorns relatives. The sheriff was not far behind and had followed them from the ranch, the sheriff said they had a horrified look on their face and claimed they saw Mr. VanHorn's ghost roaming the house. We never heard or saw from them again, the city council had met and insisted that a few speed bumps be built to discourage visitors from speeding on that stretch of road. Nobody ever complained about them and decided it was for the best. Two months later another person claiming to be a relative came into town but it was the same scenario as before. The sheriff said the relative claimed to have seen Mr. VanHorn's ghost and fled in horror in the middle of the night. That was a month ago and I'm finally off to college thanks to Mr. VanHorn's donation to my parents. As I left town towards college I couldn't help but notice that I had always counted three speed bumps before leaving town and not four.

>>507700
you know, i liked the story, so far, but what's so creepy about speed bumps?

It's the third night out at sea on an Alaskan cruise. The gentle rocking of the boat seems to be trying to knock you down deliberately, though it could just be the three martinis you had at the bar. You slowly make your way down the hall, trying not to run into the walls as you head for your room.

You glance down at your digital watch, reflexively pressing the 'illuminate' button, which makes the numbers glow a pale blue. 11:10 PM. While you're looking down, the boat lurches, which sends you thudding into the wall. You resignedly slump down to the floor, chuckling a bit at your clumsiness. You take in your surroundings for a moment, noting the ugly patterned carpet beneath you and the flickering fluorescent lights overhead. I guess that's what you get for taking the discount tickets.

>>507921

As you sit and collect your senses, the lights begin to flicker more intensely. Rather than just one or two bulbs flickering, the whole hallway begins to look as though it is under strobe lights. Then, they all blink out, leaving you sitting in total dark, confused. You try to look around, but it's far too dark to see anything. Vaguely, you notice that the ship seems to have stopped rocking, and an eerie quiet has settled.

You pull yourself to your feet, using the wall for support. You press the 'illuminate' button on your watch again, and the pale blue glow seems bright in the pitch black hallway. 11:11 PM.

>>507899
Think about it for just a minute. You might possibly shit a brick or two.

>>507934

A single light winks on down the hallway, in front of a particular door. You blink twice, considering this strange new occurrence, then shrug and begin walking towards the now-visible door. It's much easier now that the boat seems to be in calmer waters.

You reach the door. Save for the light on it, it seems no different from any of the other doors in the hallway, each leading into a guest room. You glance at the text engraved on the silver-embossed plate, just above the peephole: Room 613. As you puzzle over this oddity, the light above you goes out again, leaving you in inky blackness.

>>507949

You frown and look at your watch again, and again the pale blue numbers glow: 11:11 PM. Your frown deepens a bit. You could've sworn that it had been more than a minute since you last checked your watch.

Before you have time to dwell on this strangeness, you hear something down the hall. Slow, heavy footfalls, coming your way, as well as the sound of something heavy dragging across the carpet.

"Hello?" you ask hesitantly of the darkness. No answer. Just those heavy footsteps, coming closer. At this point you begin feeling a bit uncomfortable, as icy pinpricks of fear begin moving up your spine. "Who's there?" you ask a bit more forcefully, trying to keep the trembling out of your voice. Step, step, draaaaagg... still no answer.

>>507957

Terror begins to grip you. Your mind races. Whoever this guy is, he sounds big, and so does whatever he's dragging. He's not answering you, so he must be up to something. He could be just some guy playing a prank, but his heavy footfalls sound much larger than some punk kid's, and you really don't want to take the risk of assuming that this is a joke.

But where can you go? If you run, he could chase you. His steady pace indicates no hesitancy in the dark, as though he could see plain as day. Suddenly your mind jumps back to the door in front of you. Each room has a lock on the inside. On the off-chance that it was open... you try the knob. It turns, and you hear the heavy footsteps pause then resume, much faster and heavier, thudding down the hall towards you.

You push open the door and scramble inside as fast as you can, slamming it shut with your body and turning the deadbolt. Braced against the door, you hear the thudding footsteps halt outside the door, then silence. You try looking through the peephole, but see only darkness.

>>507694
I was trying to give subtle hints throughout this story so the ending won't seem so unrelated.

>>507965

proceed.

>>507965

As you continue to hear nothing outside the door, you begin to take in your surroundings. It is not dark in this room, but the only light seems to be coming from a dim yellow bulb in the ceiling. Otherwise, the room looks identical to your own: bed, dresser, tv secured up in the corner. After another fearful glance out of the peephole (still black), you move away from the door and sit on the bed, head in your hands.

The television turns on. You blearily look up at the static-filled screen and then around yourself on the bed, thinking you may have sat on the remote, but don't find anything. You stand up and press the power button on the tv, but nothing happens. You press it again, harder. Still the static remains, and it's beginning to get louder.

>>507981

You cover your ears as the static gets louder and louder, drowning out your thoughts. You cry out, and the scream is echoed a thousand times in the pulsing sound, as terror-filled faces form out of the static. You feel, rather than hear, a heavy thudding against the door, threatening to break it down any second.

Then, abruptly, everything stops. The tv cuts off, the thudding ends, and you hear only your own heavy breathing. Trembling, you look around the room, but see nothing unusual in the dim yellow light. You realize that you are lying on the ground in a fetal position, and you scramble to your feet, desperately moving to get out the door and out of that room.

>>507943
ok i did, i just don't get it XD

>>507984

You struggle with the deadbolt, finally getting it unlocked, and then yank the door open and stagger out. You turn to run down the hallway and stop, confused. There is a wall in front of you. You look to your left. You see a bed, a dresser, a tv, and the room is dimly lit by a yellow bulb in the ceiling. You look to your right. You see a room door, deadbolt unlocked. Reflexively, you look down at your watch.

11:11 PM.

The television clicks on, and the doorknob begins turning.

>>507987
It needs more work but I think its pretty damn good for like 30 minutes worth of effort put into it.

>>507987

The speed bumps are people. Just like soylent green.

>>508002
ok, i thought about that, too, but then again, assuming they're dead, who killed them and how come they're speedbumps?
maybe i don't have enough imagination, i like the story nevertheless

maybe someone should make a 4chan creepy story-collection

and make a book out of it, is what i wanted to say

>>508007
Some of the residents killed them. Basically I was trying to give off this vibe that this town had an inner circle of residents, i.e. the council, that would do anything to keep the town just how it is.

For the most part the residents knew what was happening but acted oblivious to what was really going on. They all stood to get some money from this. The vehicles fleeing town served as a decoy as well as an alibi to construct the speed bumps where the bodies now reside.

Every time I go visit relatives in small towns I always get this feeling that I might not be leaving.

Surprisingly, during high school I was invited to a party by one of my female friends. It was at her house, and I was the only male there. It wasn't a very large party, maybe 8 girls.. and me. I thought I would have a good time, which I did. But I most likely severely damaged any social reputation I may have had. First mistake probably was when I decided to bring my gameboy. It was pink. When we were sitting on the couch, I whipped it out and started playing Pokemon. Then there were the party games. We decided to run around in the woods, playing hide-and-seek I believe. I of course took this opportunity to prod/slap the asses of at least 3 girls. After that it was movie time. Several girls lay down on the floor, chests down, their heads resting in their hands, facing the TV. I decided it would be cool to sit on their asses. When one girl made me move, I would simply shuffle over to a neighboring ass. On top of this, I attemped to give them head massages. I had recently seen the head massager tool (see picture), and decided to try and emulate this using my fingers. That didn't go over so well. I was never invited to another party.

The locals called him Noplis. They said he used to have a name but it was erased from history and from their minds. They didn't want to remember his name.

Noplis resided in a large gray mansion that neighbored a large graveyard. When I walked up the loose gravel path to the gloomy dwelling I could feel the hairs on my neck stand up. He was watching me. Inside my white hoody I pulled back the hammer of my Raging Bull. When I reached the rickety steps that led to the tall onyx doors I froze. Whispers of death tickled my ear. I took a moment to kiss the golden cross that hung from the silver chain which was wrapped around my neck.

The large doors slowly opened for me to enter. I ripped out my large silver pistol . The black doors closed behind me and a dull gray light lit the large home. The gray light didn't have a source it was just there floating like little particles of dust.
The furniture in the grayness looked tan with a skinlike texture but I deemed it unimportant. In the middle of the large entrance room was a monstrous black marble stairway that led up to the second floor balcony. I ignored this also.

Instead I strode over to the furthest wall where hundreds of pictures were pinned by large rusting nails. I looked at the pictures in astonishment. Every picture contained the same young man with jet black hair shaking someones hand. I cocked my head in wonder as I looked at the recipients of the warm hand shake. There was Lincoln, Hitler, Ghandi, Mozart, and many many more. There was a long red sticky line that separated the pictures of the loving hand shakes. On the other side of the blood trail there was another large collection of pictures pinned to the wall by bleached bone.
These pictures confused me. They all contained some unknown person looking at the same pictures in the same spot I was. The photos were taken from above.

A black hair landed on my shoulder and the click of a camera soon followed.

this thread sux

>I cocked my head
>cocked

>>507992

.... And theeen?

>>508042
I have one of these.

It's so much fun to sneak up on people and hit them with it. For those of you who own them, you'll know what I mean. Shit feels so different from anything else you've ever felt.

>>508042

You are 4chan

>>508038
ah i see now, thanks XD

This one's based on something that actually happened to me.


It's late in the morning. You get up and begin to head downstairs, stopping in front of your little sister's room. She's curled up under her covers, still asleep. As you continue walking, you hear someone talking softly downstairs.

It's your sister's voice.

If you're like many people who have an attic, you have never been inside of it. Many have never even peeked into theirs, and many never will. Some of them are too small to be used for storage, while others may be in disrepair or difficult to access.

It is ironic in one's home, the place one feels the most secure, where one has the most intimate knowledge of every nook and corner, that they would have absolutely no knowledge of this place.

Now, think to yourself. If there were creatures in this world, as smart as humans or perhaps smarter, who wished to live close to their prey without being seen, without drawing any suspicion, what better place could they choose?

>>506573
was it even scary to begin with

>>509766
My mom fell through our attic and landed in our living room.

>>508038
I liked Hot Fuzz too.

>>509797
LOL actually I didn't realize the coincidence until further that evening when I wrote it.

I started that story from the ending to the beginning for the most part.

When I was eight years old, I went on a trip through the woods with my parents. I fell into the river and was dragged off by the rapids and lost consciousness. I slowly opened my eyes, and found myself in a cave accompanied by a girl who bandaged the wound on my head with a piece of her dress. She smiled at me when I looked at her and told me her name was Alyssa. I thanked her for saving me and that I would repay her. It was then that she started to blush and said that I could repay her by being her friend. It seemed simple at first so I agreed to her proposal.

When night fell, Alyssa crept up to me and told me she was cold, so I cuddled up to her to keep her warm. She wrapped her arms around me and pressed her surprisingly cold body onto me. She looked at me with a smile and kissed me on the cheek, followed by her soft voice saying “thanks for keeping me warm…”
I was about to ask her what she was doing in the cave, she was fast asleep.

The next day the park ranger woke me up and told me that he was going to bring me to my parents. I looked down to see if Alyssa was still in my arms, and saw nothing. I asked the ranger where Alyssa was, he simply looked at me and said I was the only one here and that he would see if there was someone else. As he when further into the cave, I heard him scream, and as the stupid kid I was, curiosity took the better of me and I ran towards him. What we saw was a putrid body wearing the same dress as Alyssa along with a piece of paper with the words “Thanks for keeping me warm” written on it.

Ever since that event, I’ve been plagued by a cold feeling on my chest, followed by a soft whispering voice in my ear saying: “Please keep me warm…”

I am broadcasting from the year two-nine-nine-nine of the common era.

kld LIDJF jklfdlsajd I am hoping to contact the current President of the United States of America, whom my historical references identifies as George W. Bush.

I hope that this is sdl;kf posted to his personal email account. There is quite a bit of interference that we are sd;lkf experiencing. It is sdf;l jsdjlk sjldkf lj imperative that he receive sdf my message.

Our Earth is a economic sadjf wasteland due to a genetic experiment gone awry -- an effort to create a genetically engineered dslk jksdf jsfd jkl slkdjf organism that will aid the United States navy patrol areas of difficulty.

The result was a titanic creature that has was unable to be controlled.

sdflkalkj s;lkfj lajf

It's been breeding for the last four hundred years sdalkfaj;a the seas are filled with them, and all international shipping has become impossible lkjfdsa;laskjf
sdlkaj;f

sdlkja All we can do is fly cargo overseas, and it's not enough to support global economy. Please find the picture that we were able to get from a survivor's account of one of the attacks attached to this message.

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sdlkjhaf fhjlskdf they have recently been found on land slkdajf;ljsk

Please, Mister Bush, please halt all experiments on this weapon, code namedlskadjg slkdajflsa;dfkjas;lkjfsd;lkjgldkfkjd;
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....

>>511223

AFK LOL

>>511223

y hallo thar cloverfield

>>510856
That's not scary, it's sad. ;_;

Jesus, bumped for fuckwin.

>>507965
Okay, this part of your story really is fucking awesome. Applause.

Also, bump for awesomenism.

This. Is exactly what you were going to write.

;kjhik;ulk

>>513524
jesus christ, i shat brix

FUCK YOU /x/!! why do i come here so late at night!?

At certain moments in life, a person is faced with a decision. These moments are different for all, and for most are rather insignificant in the grand scheme of things. It is a simple choice in most cases, to live, or to die?

Of course, most all choose to live in these situations. Though, what if for some reason, there are two... components, shall we say? To die, as a human. Or to live... as something else? Now, most assume that life is always the obvious choice.

And it is, make no mistake. In this, however, it is the wrong choice. To live on as a creature is no honorable thing. We see these beasts daily, but do not notice them, as we are not meant to. Those who do often come to wish they were given a choice. Indeed, they sometimes do have such a thing occur, when confronted by those soft voices and inviting words. Those dark gazes which beckon to be obeyed...

Those words? Again, they differ. Though, a particularly famous set: "All you have to do is open the door Mister..."

I'm tired, and if you like, save it. I'll make it short.

Yeah, I was like you guys. Up till three a.m. reading creepypasta on /x/. Just to see if I could induce nightmares. I never did, but I did get a good scare every now and then. Usually people just posted Easter Eggs for RL. But I was on one night, and found one really worth my bri/x/.

>>513595
Someone had posted about shadow people and mirrors, which was no big deal. But someone had also posted one about the SCPs. I thought nothing much of it, it was fairly standard. But the image that went with it was highly disturbing.

>>513599
Now, when I say disturbing, keep in mind I laughed at the BME video where the guy takes an axe to his nuts. I ate popcorn while watching Botfly videos on Youtube. I've seen the frog birthing from it's back, and felt hungry. But this...the image was just so horribly...wrong. I don't mean like grotesque, but there was something deeply offsetting about it. It was like...like the SCP made of paper and Krylon paint mixed with a BEK. Kind of.

>>513602
But still, that doesn't do it justice. Think of it like this: The amount of newfags in /b/ and all the forced memes added together; that amount if given a numerical designation would've paled in comparison to the number this image had in the upsetting. I just wish I had saved it so you could see. But, I'm getting off track here.

>>513607
Anyway, I saw this image, and knew something was off. I just for the life of me couldn't figure it out. Was it the file type? No, no .gif or .png here, just a regular old .jpg. I studied it more, but the more I did, the more unsettled I was. I actually reached over and turned on my bedside lamp, which is odd, as I usually just go with the glow from my monitor.

>>513609
As I stared at the image, and my unease grew, I began contemplating things. Things like murder, suicide, genocide...normal stuff. But I wasn't contemplating the why, not the reason, the driving force behind. I was contemplating taking the blade in my own hand and committing the acts myself! I'm generally a decent person, and not usually violent. But I had a few targets, and horrific ways for them to die in the next thirty seconds!

>>513612
Needless to say, I shut down my machine, and tried to get to sleep. But instead of my usual sweet obliviousness to my dreams, this time I was horribly aware. It was the thing from the image, whilst I was strapped to...something. I'm unsure as to it's nature, but that it was extremely uncomfortable. It spoke in a voice sweeter than it should have owned, pleading for me to give in to the thoughts.

>>513616
I refused, and it reacted with violence much like what I was contemplating. I died at least five times that night, and awoke sweating. I reached for my pack of smokes, and couldn't even get one out to steady myself. I gave up, and got on with my day, dismissing the dream. I got home, but I avoided /x/ like the plague that day. But the image remained in my head. And her/it's voice...reverberating the begging and pleading for me to just drop all, pick up a sharp object and kill kill kill...

>>513623
I fell asleep, and was yet again strapped to the device. She/it pleaded with me, yet again, to give in to the tendencies she/it was bringing to the forefront of my mind. I refused again, but this time before my deaths, it shed it's clothes. It was indeed female. When I was killed this time, between she would bathe in my blood, organs, fluids, what have you. And then get right back to putting me right to kill me again.

>>513626
After I woke up this time, I decided enough was enough. I saw a psychiatrist, who was a close personal friend of mine, having gone to the same University as I did. He couldn't help me, but was willing to give me a prescription for pills to try to mellow me out to stop the dreams. I declined, as I've had a strong aversion to mind altering substances all my life. I just decided to stop sleeping. Insomnia brought on by sheer force of will.

>>513628
It's been eight days since I slept last, and I'm running out of will. The fight just isn't in me anymore. Thing is, I'm not sure if I'll even wake up tomorrow. Lately the image and her voice have been in my mind more now than ever. If I fall asleep this time, would she even bother reconstructing my mind to flay it once more?

>>513634
I tell you all this so that someone might remember me. Anyone. Whether it be someone else who reads creepypasta late at night, or someone who will just say "shit sux, lol". Anyone at all. I can barely keep my eyes open now. It's been eight days, and she's missed playing. She's lost her plaything, and she's pissed. I bid you good night, good bye, and the good fortune never to find the image. Ever. Because you might just give in...

>>513638
There, I'm done. C-c-c-combo break away.

>>513644
Yeah. Right.

And after I manage to believe that, the broken remains of the Titanic will lift themselves out of the Atlantic. They will drift westward, eventually arriving at their original destination of New York City. As the rusted hulk floats to the top of the Empire State Building, it will begin to glow with an un-light that shall destroy the very souls of all who glimpse it, and instantly a million people shall fall dead. A shroud of ethereal blackness will eclipse the sun, casting the entire sprawling metropolis into darkness. And then...and THEN, the ruined ship shall disgorge the half-living corpses of all those who have died at sea upon the terrified populace, and the waves will rise to sweep all but the sturdiest skyscrapers away.

Forever afterward, the world will speak of New York in hushed tones, and they shall call it by its new name: "Oceanus Mortis," City of the Sea-Bound Dead.

...Uh, I mean, I don't think you're really done.

I was walking home one night, passing by a mile long field that surrounds it. As usual, the field posed no problem, but its my house that I have a problem with. You see, this house is shaped like a big shoe, and has an old mother who passes by once in a while, and if she is in there, then I wouldn't want to be any where near. This house used to be filled with children, but as the mother got old and senile, she ended up killing most of the children. I was the only one to escape, but for some reason I can find no home elsewhere, so I return every night. Now on this particular night, everything seemed fine. No old lady, nothing to worry about. As I stepped into my house, I felt an odd chill. If the old mother is hear, she leaves a light on, and seeing as how there was no lights on, everything was clear. I switched on my livingroom lamp, but I felt a pair of eyes on me, watching every move I made. They belong to my youngest brother, who had his eyes taken out and put into our family portrait courtesy of the old mother.

its footsteps sound like rustling leaves, its skin as clear as glass
it makes its home among the trees, it wants to rape your ass

theres nothing you can do, it knows that you are there
soon it's coming after you, dont hide anywhere

if you do not heed these words, and seek a place to hide
it won't only fuck your turds, but destroy you inside

you will know its eyes of brown, which you will now soon see
hide your shame and look straight down, because this thing is me

>>513647
That's good writing. And I merely meant I was done with my attempt. I was lazy and didn't cap it off properly I know. But I was tired and it was late. It was meant only to be creepypasta, and most that aren't Easter Eggs are usually off. Specially stuff like mine, because it requires such suspended disbelief, which is hard to establish quickly. Especially when the primary character narrates it, as though something bad's gonna happen.

>>513647
You remind me of the writer of Penny Arcade. Same... macabrity style, if you will.

Kid.
Hey. Hey, kid! You. Yeah. Underage B&. No, it's alright, I won't tell. No, seriously.
Look in the mirror, kid, who's that? That's not you.

That's me, I shit you not. I'm trapped in these so many inches by so many inches forever. Kid, I want to be out there. I want to see the goddamn world. This - this SUCKS, kid. This little room, with a few objects I can't pick up, or use, or break, unless YOU do.

>>514310
I don't like it kid, I don't like it at all. And goddamnit, I have to do everything YOU do, kid. When you scratch your ass or pluck your eyebrows, or whatever, I HAVE to do it. No matter how annoying, or disgusting it is.

I want out of here, kid. Won't you switch places with me? Just for a bit. I just want to explore your world a bit. I've seen every inch of this bloody thing. Thrice. And you'd think I'd move along with you when you step away from the mirror, but no, there's just a few feet off blackness surrounding me, here. Both sides. Behind me is, inevitably, a wall. And in front of me? You. It's not a pretty sight.

>>514313
What you need to do for me, kid, is take your hair. Burn it. Ignore the smell. Burn it, mix it with water, into a paste. Smear it over yourself - make sure it covers every inch of your ( visible) body. Step up to the mirror at midnight. Yep, horribly cliche, kid. Jump at the mirror.

Now you're in my place. I'm in your place.

Please, kid. I just want to have some fun with your family and friends.

Just some fun.

>>514310
>>514313
>>514314

I shat brix because I'm in a hotel and every time I've been lurking /x/ I was on the laptop on my bed.

In front of a mirror.

You’re alone in your room, browsing your computer on a Friday night. You’re feeling lonely and miserable, just like every other day, and you take to staring out the window. You see the houses, all the houses with lights in their windows. Expect for one, your closest neighbor’s house. You never gave it a thought before, but now, staring and thinking, you can’t seem to recall the lights ever being on there. You’ve never even spoken to them. Still staring to their window, you suddenly see something of human, yet in-human, shape. You see it clearly, and after staring at it for what couldn’t have been more than 5 seconds, it turns to you. Startled, you almost fall of your chair. When you look back, the window is empty.
You hear a knock on your door..

The last human being sat alone in a room.

There came a knock at the door.

>>514806
It was his new robot neighbor coming to introduce himself and invite the man over for a house warming party.