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Anonymous
Ok /x/ gimme your Copy pasta's, Only the good ones.
don't give me the ones that aren't scary.
And in exchange I will give you more "red eyes" fanart I made recently.
>> Anonymous
Don't fail me now /x/. :<
>> Anonymous
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.

The police caught the clown as he was running through the neighborhood.
>> Anonymous
for the sake of our red eyes here you go op


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."

There were no survivors.
>> Anonymous
>>568047
>>568047
this one still makes me feel dumber for having read it.

god, and all the kids that "SHAT BRIX" because of it... jesus, i hate /x/kids so much. everything 'scares' you even when its not remotely unsettling
>> Anonymous
So im with my honey and im making out wen the phone rigns. i anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" i tell my girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
>>568054
I lol'd so hard.
>> Anonymous
I love you /x/, you never fail me.
>> Anonymous
Op here, Come on /x/ you're being lazy today. Even when I'm offering some more "Red eyes" pictures.
>> Anonymous
>>568072
We did our best :(
>> Anonymous
>>568038
i came so hard
>> Anonymous
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They knew little about the woman who lived next door Only the rumours they had heard in the village shop and over the bar of the Black Lion pub on the corner. They heard that she had moved to the village to escape her memories - her daughter had been gone for several weeks before she would believe what the police had been telling her, but still her mind shied away from the truth and she kept the room ready for her return, the bed made and toys laid out - and every morning she would run to the room half expecting to see her lying there, teddy bear in her arms and a sleepy smile on her face as she awoke.
After her husband left her, torn apart by grief and his wifes slowly slipping grip on sanity, her family had bought her the new home, wanting to give her a chance at a life, a new start.
She had been living there for 3 months now, but had never spoken to anyone - she hardly left the house in fact, groceries were delivered and left on the porch and she would scurry out, pale and dishevelled, avoiding the eyes of any who might look her way.
When the police broke the door down and went inside what they found was to put more than half of the village bobbies into psychiatric care so that they could sleep again.. but the worst thing of all was not the contents of the house, it was the contents of the camera lying on the floor in a pool of blood.
This was the last photo it ever took.
>> Anonymous
>>568045
without fucking fail, god i hate that shit pasta
>> Anonymous
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I was in my friend's yard once at night when we were about 12. We were just throwing a glow-in-the-dark frisbee and poking around in the bushes.
Suddenly, at the SAME TIME, despite no sound being make or anything, we both looked at the same spot into the woods near her house. We could see nothing. We could hear nothing. We said nothing to each other. We both just suddenly looked at that spot and then, without and signal making to each other, we both ran into the house as fast as possible.
We compared stories later. We both sensed the same thing but heard nor saw anything: Someone/thing was in the woods right there, coming towards us, and it was bad. That's all we knew.
>> Anonymous
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The whole building is constructed out of the layers of gray blue stone from the hills surrounding Mecca.

The four corners roughly face the four points of the compass. In the eastern corner is the Hajr-al-Aswad

(the Black Stone), at the northern corner lies the Rukn-al-Iraqi ('The Iraqi corner'), at the west lies

Rukn-al-Shami ('The Syrian corner') and at the south Rukn-al-Yamani ('The Yemeni corner'). The four walls

are covered with a curtain (Kiswa). The kiswa is usually of black brocade with the Shahada outlined in

the weave of the fabric. About two-thirds of the way up runs a gold embroidered band covered with

Qur'anic text.Inside the Kaaba, there is a marble floor. The interior walls are clad with marble half-way

to the roof; tablets with Qur'anic inscriptions are inset in the marble. The top part of the walls are

covered with a green cloth decorated with gold embroidered Qur'anic verses. The building is believed to

be otherwise empty. Caretakers perfume the marble cladding with scented oil, the same oil used to anoint

the Black Stone outside. Forever.
>> Anonymous
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One night, i was staying at a house that my great aunt used to rent every summer in new england. it was the first time my family had stayed there, and there were a couple other families sleeping in the same house. i was awake late one night reading when i started to hear a scratching noise from beneath the bed. i wasn't frightened at first, i thought it might be a mouse, so i shook the bed a bit and turned the light on and off to scare it away. but it didn't stop. it was just a continuous scratching, so kept shaking the bed and turning the light on and off and it was having no effect. i finally got the courage up to look under the bed.
there was nothing there, but while i was looking i could still hear the noise. i could hardly believe it, so i looked again, and still nothing was there. i realized that the noise seemed to be coming from inside of the mattress. i took the blankets and ran out to sleep in the bed room my brother was in, there was an extra bed.
i didn't tell anyone the story, but when my cousins who had stayed in the house before found out what room i was sleeping in, they told me an old woman had died in the very same bed i had been sleeping in.
>> Anonymous
>>568038
hey op do you have a blog or art archive, it's very sweet line work.
>> Anonymous
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Inside my house there is a door. Behind this door there is a room which is dark. Inside the room, there is a toilet. This is where I shit.
>> Anonymous
you can't buy us with porn, we aren't fucking /b/

..
...

oh god no my fingers are moving by themselves (is this paranormal guises/)
In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a German medic had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment suddenly became a bloodbath. The survivors claimed to hear, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before But never had he made them while this short on supplies.

The bombardment moved to other starts of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945.

The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.
The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that all of his skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial.
None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.
>> Anonymous
>>568102
Ahaha! Thanks guys.
And yeah I have a shitty mcshit shit account on deviant tart. iamprogram.deviantart.com I don't really post anything good barely. but I was thinking about making an art blog.
>> Anonymous
Bumping before this thread dyyy
>> Anonymous
Op here I come back and I see you have given me plenty of Creepy pastas, some good some ok. But Creepy pasta's none the less. So I will do as I promised and draw more Red eyes. But I was also thinking. I wanna make a H comic on Red eyes based on her creepy past, I'll change it only a bit just to make it fit. I'll only make this if enough people want me to.
>> Anonymous
>>569095
Pasta* My shitty typing even surprises me.
>> Anonymous
>>569095
Go for it.
>> Anonymous
>>569098
i concur
>> Anonymous
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This pic makes me wanna have zombie secks.
>> Anonymous
>>569107
Too bad it's horribly shopped.
>> Anonymous
in b4 holders
>> Anonymous
>>569095

oh god yes

do that, sire.
>> Anonymous
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Requesting erotic fan fiction of red eyes.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Original content because OP is awsome...and I have the same bear as you.

In a quiet part of Ireland, a well of pitch black colour is hidden in a barn. The barn is completely surrounded by walls of tall Alder trees, so it is difficult to find.
If you do find it, you will notice the paint of the barn is a muddy brown, chipped and peeling away. From the door hangs a padlock bigger than your hand and it chains the doors shut. If you walk toward the west wall of the barn at precisely 6:36 am on a Sunday, there will be words carved into the paint.
These words are instructions.
Most of the time the inscription has been described as being carved into the barn with scratches like that of human fingernails, other times like that of claws.
>> Anonymous
>>569196
The message on the barn should read something like:
“If you seek the answer to your question, bring 3 silver coins of the currency of Denmark. The doors will shift when the new moon casts its shadow”
You should arrive at midnight of the new moon with the 3 coins. As you navigate your way to the barn, turn off any flash lights or objects that supply light, walk in the direction of the padlocked doors and reach out. The doors will be gone and you should walk into the barn. You will hear the echoes of whining dogs through the barn; do not let it discourage you. You may turn your flash light back on and the noise will subside immediately. In front of you should be the dark well. Its stone cover contains 3 thin slots; there is where you must place your coins.
>> Anonymous
>>569198
The stone will shift itself out of the way and with the noise of rusted gears turning, a platform is raised. Upon the platform is a man who looks cold, starved and pale. You may ask him any question you want, even for the secret of the universe and he will answer you truthfully. The man will quickly grab your flashlight and push you onto the platform while sprinting from the barn. The platform will lower itself back into the well quickly and the stone slides over back into place. At the bottom of the well, there emits a light from the water that rises to your waist, there is just enough light to enable you to see the walls around you. Upon them are the scratched answers to every question asked in the universe with the exception of the one you asked.
To your left are 3 empty coin slots.
I hope you brought spare change.
>> Anonymous
>>569199
was decent but not nightmarish and could have put in some red eye erotica in there too.
>> Anonymous
>>569202
Sorry, wrote it a long time ago. Also I'm terrible at writing erotica. Other fictionfags are welcome to tamper with it if they like.
>> Anonymous
>>569204
the problem is the hook you see,anyone with the required precision it takes to do one of these holden like meet and greets is going to see tricks and of course bring extra money. i would make the ending a little more trickier.
>> Anonymous
>>569208
Good point. I would've given it a bit more thought but I only tried my hand at creepypasta's for a writing exercise. I see what your saying though. D: I'm having a difficult time getting back into writing so I'm a bit stumped as to what to write.
>> Anonymous
>>569212
some suggestions since it;s late and no one is positing anyways
You say the man is pale..make a oath thru the water filled cavern but it requires you breaking every one of your own leg and arm bones in 4 foot water..naturally you have to revise the first part some but it makes it more clastophobic
or make it a loop but you can stop it at the cost of your own life,,,,this would take a bit more plot but the jest is you;re in peril and you have 3 coins or some glue to seal those holes....
have fun with it.
>> Anonymous
>>569215
oath=path.
>> Anonymous
>>569215
Okay thanks =D
That really helped. Shit, I have a ton of notes and shit on things that are un-nerving or creepy but I'm not that good at putting them together.
Now back to the pasta's! I shall put in all my favourites.
>> Anonymous
On the underside of your refrigerator there is a switch. Reach under there and feel for it. Don't mind the dust clumps and the roaches. You'll know it when you feel it, it's a hard metal tab sticking out of a slot in the plastic underside. I will be set on the righthand side (when you're facing the fridge). If you switch it to the left, nothing will happen. Your appliances will continue to run, the floor won't open into a swirling vortex that leads directly into the deepest circle of hell. You won't even hear a hitch in the hum of the refrigerator. You will get up and brush off and go about your business, you may move out of your apartment and leave the refrigerator behind, switch set to the left like it doesn't even matter.

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

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

And what was in the envelope? "This is the last one I am sending you today."
>> Anonymous
Prominently displayed in the children's section of the Houston Downtown Public Library, among several others of the same title, My First Cookbook appears as a run-of-the-mill children's cookbook, complete with large print, simple instructions, colorful, friendly illustrations and a somewhat disproportionate desert section. In fact, the only major deviation from this theme is an article near the end of the book entitled "A Recipe for Success". This is a complex, macabre ritual involving human sacrifice, self mutilation and sacrilege, as well as more curious and innocuous practices such as walking down a stair case with a prime number of stairs taking them two at a time and then up it taking them three at a time. It's written in the same cheerfully simple prose as the rest of the book and accompanied by the same helpful, pastel drawings.
>> Anonymous
A few years back, there was a horrific accident on the 101 freeway. First, there was a 15 car pileup, then two semis had a head-on collision. Witnesses claimed to see "Dark Figures" on top of various vehicles during the accident, and many also reported seeing approximately twice as many police as could have possibly been present.
The drivers of the semis were both experienced drivers, always sober, and neither suffered from any physical or mental defects. The semis did not swerve, hit their breaks, or even honk as they raced towards each other. One actually turned around on the freeway before it came at the other.
Upon close examination of the wreckage, it was further revealed that neither semi had any axles.
>> Anonymous
>>569223
ok lost me with this one.
>> Anonymous
There is a child in a hospital in Decard, Tennessee. The child is a quiet toddler that remains in the nursery with all the other newborns. If you ask the staff, they will ignore you, but the tag on his arm is yellowed and marked 1948. He will not cry, only rock quietly. If you speak the name on his tag, his eyes will open, something you don't want to happen.
>> Anonymous
If you take any Swiss Franc note and expose it to microwaves, it will curl up and ignite. Once it's cooled down, you'll find a fine powder that, when ingested, will kill you painlessly. A 10 franc note has enough poison to kill a family of four.
>> Anonymous
>>569228
Was I the only one that laughed at the end?
>> Anonymous
The 51st state of the United States, Arcadia, was admitted to statehood on January 17th, 1977. Exactly 4 years to the day later, Arcadia disappeared along with all its residents, and all memory of its existence was erased from every mind in the world. Its precise former location is unknown, though there is rumored to be a map of the type sold in gas stations and convenience stores held under lock and key in the Library of Congress. Also of note are claims of the sporadic delivery of mail from Arcadia, with modern postmarks, to several major American newspapers, the contents of which are said to be written in an entirely unknown and undecipherable language. Unfortunately, those letters to a one have been misplaced and are not available for examination.
>> Anonymous
What I'm posting is no creepypasta but a real thing that happened to my wife.

But, like most strange real things, it has nothing spectacular in it and maybe this makes it haunt you more than a fictional story along with the thought that maybe you imagined it all. Here it is:

When I was a student, two years ago, I was living with my gf which is my wife now, in a two room apartment. One room we rented and in the other we lived. Before I moved in the apartment, my gf lived there with a good friend of hers just after the apartment was bought by my girlfriend's parents. The previous owner of the house was an old woman who was found dead in the apartment but no one thought nothing of it until two things happened.

1. The mother of a girl who rented the other room with a friend of hers died of cancer. Since her daughter was a very religious person, she lightened a candle as soon as she found out as she was prepaired for the event. The candle was put in a sort of a jar made of plastic - a 500 ml yogurt recipient - filled with flour in order to keep the candle straight. The candle was thin but hard since it was cold in the house back than and rose about 10 cm above the flour in which it was stucked.

For some reason she left the room for a very brief period of time - no more than 5 minutes - after she lit the candle. When she returned, the wooden table on which the candle in the plastic jar burned was set afire, the plastic was half melt and the flour was on the table as if the candle was left to burn until it was over. The candle was half burned and tipped on the table.

At first a bad placing or a careless shaking of the table was the reason that everyone thought of, but afterwards questions started to rise: the light was too dim to cause the table to catch fire, especially in a circular pattern around the glass, the candle was too firmly fixed in the flour as the girl herself checked that and others.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
creepypasta that went mostly unnoticed. stuck with me though

...

Every family in every town in every country on every continent has one. It’s a cabinet, not particularly odd, not out of place. The paint was peeling a bit on the corners and the knob was a bit loose. The inside smelled like dust and the paint wasn’t the same as the kitchen walls.

You hid in there once during a game of hide 'n' seek.

No one told you it doesn’t open back into your reality. Don’t worry, you can’t tell the difference.

Everyone misses you.
>> Anonymous
During the spring of 1902 in the Dry Tortugas islands off of the coast of Key West, a man was shot and the bullet protruded slightly from the back of his skull into a tree (which he had his back against at the time). As time passed and the three continued to grow, his putrefied corpse was lifted into the boughs as his skull was still attached loosely to the tree by the bullet. As time passed, the tree grew around the skeleton. If you can find this tree on one of the Islands, tap it thrice with the heel of a cow hide leather boot, you will be granted the ability to make anyone forget anything at will.
>> Anonymous
In the heart of the Rockies, lies a grove of trees growing in a perfect circle. A grove that, aside from this geometric oddity, appears perfectly innocuous from the outside. If one should step foot into this grove however, the inside with be as dark as any moonless night in those mountain woods, even on the brightest summer's day. Those who have mistakenly wandered into the grove are rarely in any condition to say what happens inside, many simply never come out. However, if you are very brave, or very foolish, you can attempt to camp within the grove. Go in with your eyes shut tight, lie down in your sleeping bag, and no matter what you hear, no matter what you feel, do not open them again. If you somehow manage to find your way to sleep before the grove takes your sanity or your life, you will awaken in the middle of the day to the light of the sun on your face in a the middle of a grove; a grove that, aside from growing in a perfect circle, and containing your heart's one greatest desire, is perfectly innocuous. If one should step foot outside this grove however, they will find the outside to be dark as any moonless night in those mountain woods.
>> Anonymous
OP, I say theres a fair amount of pasta's in here, may we trouble you for some moar delicious 'Red Eyes' porn :3
>> Anonymous
>>569248

2. The second strange thing happened an evening when my gf decided to take a hot bath. She laid in the tub and soon after, she felt a heavy thing on her chest, her hearing became faint and she heard "almost" whispers, she couldn't breath and was slowly sliding into the water and in a state of fainting. With her last gasp she managed to yell her roommate's name just before her vision blurred.

A few moments after, her room mate enetered and she imediately felt alleviated by her burden.

I know that one has the same feeling when he is fainting and that fainting especially occurs in a warm and moist enviroment around but...don't you feel tired, confused and dizzy afterwards? And why she didn't felt that way when her roommate came in? And why did she felt as she couldn't move even if she tried to?

This event happened not far from the event 1) and soon after the girls brought in a minister to bless the house and held a giveaway for the soul of the old lady. Nothing happened ever since.
>> Anonymous
There is a special word in each holy book of all the great religions; The Koran, The New Testament, The Torah, The Bhagavad Gita; and nine other forgotten books spoke of in the Dead Sea Scrolls. If all these words can be collected and spoken backwards in their native tongue, then you will vanish to Elysia, the most beautiful of the heavens. You can stay forever, or return to Earth. If you stay too long, you will forget your life, but if you leave, you will have to kill a child at each full moon to survive. However, while you live you will have untold power over the secrets of the Earth. You will also know the location of "The Soft Places", the lands between dreams and waking.
>> Anonymous
Out in the barrens of western Montana, there is a rock shaped like a raven's head with half of the beak broken off. If you use your forearm to complete the beak and hold the position for seven minutes and 26 seconds, you will feel a tingling sensation in your arm. You must then get at least 1 mile away from the rock within the next 66 seconds.
If you do this, you will be able to shape shift into any bird, at will.
If you begin the process and fail, you will turn into a crow and never be able to return to human form.
>> Anonymous
hot and humid environment+lack of oxygen is the answer.
for the burning table thing, the girl was just a retard who accidentally set it on fire while lighting candles
>> Anonymous
Sephiron are creatures with a killing lust, sometimes also mistaken for "white shadow people".

They almost always only hunt in packs of 3 or 4, are distinguishable by cat like eyes, and a very smooth stride which can almost give the appearance of floating.

Their existence is due to an exposure to a plant, which releases spores as a natural defense. It causes any nearby herbivores to obtain a light skin rash, followed by swelling of the cerebrum, which in turn is shortly followed by death.

Humans, however, are affected more severely. The swelling ceases at a certain point, causing the infected to slowly lose sanity. At 2 days after exposure, they will obtain an urge to kill, but it is controllable at this point. They will sub-consciously begin to scout local neighborhoods, planning murders. Within 3-5 days after exposure, their eyes will change and give off a cat-like appearance, as well as the change in stride. After 8 days, the disease can become contagious. Any contact with the rash will spread the condition. After 11-15 days, they will become aware that they cannot control themselves from killing and seclude themselves.

In this period of seclusion, they will begin to admit a strange pheromone. While humans cannot smell it, dogs, and other infected are able to sense it, and will be drawn to it. The infected will wait until all those with the condition are drawn to it. When gathered, frequent homicides will occur. At this point, the condition is no longer contagious. The rash is gone, and they will simply continue to kill until they are disposed of.
>> Anonymous
>>569279

The writer re-read The Sandman too many times.
>> Anonymous
>>569223

Made me LOL.
>> Anonymous
>>569236
That a rip off of the matrix y'know.
>> Anonymous
all those if you go here and do this shit is not fucking scary its the lamest shit ever please go die if you post it
>> Anonymous
bump for MOAR (red eyes)
>> Anonymous
I am posting this from a thread in /b/. I am not the OP in it, but /x/ can do more good than /b/ in it.

Ever since I was a little kid, I would see shit in mirrors. Not just the occasional corner-of-the-eye shit, I mean, I would see people opening the door, walking in, and sitting down on the bed, brushing their hair, or whatever might go on, and when I blink or focus, it disappears.

The weird thing is, what I see gets worse as I get older. It used to just be the door opening, or someone opening the door and walking in. Then it got to where I could hold conversations with them. Now it's gotten to the point where the people talk to me, threaten me, and tell me what I shouldn't do.

I'm pretty sure they can't see the computer from here, otherwise, I would never be typing this. I just went to take a piss a few mintues ago, and I was just standing there, looking in the mirror, when a young woman walked in and reached out to the mirror. It seemed to me she had her entire arm through the mirror, reaching for me, searching for me. I swear I felt her hand around my neck. I strained my eyes and blinked a few times, and she disappeared. Moments later, a young male walked in, and he pressed his face against the glass and said, really low, "You can't hold us back forever. Eventually, this window will open, and we'll all come out."

"mirror people".
>> Anonymous
>>569595
Let's Get Invisible!
>> Anonymous
>>569599
DR. ACULA. I love you.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
C'mon! It was a fair deal! Red Eyes R34 for some pasta! They posted, now deliver please? Or do I have to break out mine?
>> Anonymous
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I never expected her to be so voluptuous.

heres some crappy art of my own design, complete with blurry camerawork,
>> Anonymous
bump
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
Bringin' it back to the top.
>> Anonymous
bumping and raging, we gave you creepypasta, return our porn
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
FINE! I'll post mine!

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/.
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.
>> Anonymous
My attempt at creepypasta, short but hopefully sweet.

The chances of a house being haunted are astronomical at best. Unless, of course, we're talking about your house.

There were no survivors.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>570063
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.
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.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>570066
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.
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!
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.
>> Anonymous
>>570068
Bah, sorry I interrupted you...
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>570068
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...
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.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>570069
's Okay.
>>570070
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.
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?
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...
>> Anonymous
>>570071

I CAN HAS IMEAGS?
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>570076
Tomorrow. It's late, and I wash my hands of this weirdness for tonight. I bid you all adieu.
>> Anonymous
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 bones, 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.
>> Anonymous
>>570084
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.
>> Anonymous
>>570086
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
WITNESS
>> Anonymous
>>570087
Ending could have been better.
>> Anonymous
>>570106
Seconded. Let's give this shit a better ending.
>> Anonymous
A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
     File :-(, x)
>>570080
Gueeees who? I'm back with the image for 76. I remembered it different while I was writing this...
Also, I can has opinions about my writing?
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
Shameless bumpage.
>> Anonymous
Is Siv on, by any chance?
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
Yet moar shameless bumpage.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
Moar bumpage.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
Bumping again.
>> Anonymous
http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Creepypasta

i win.
>> Anonymous
>>570257
bumpage for why?
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>570271
In hopes OP comes back with moar R34 on Red Eyes. Cuz we were promised.
>> Anonymous
OP has deceived us

i'm angry, and i didn't fap. world going suffer my rage
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
OP better come back...
>> Anonymous
>>570271
In hopes that more people will read his lame story.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>570368
I posted that in hopes OP would come back with the promised art. No more, no less.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>570080
bet it is this image...
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
So sorry guys. D; I was busy with other stuff, But as I promised here is some art. So sorry /x/. I love you guys I really do! <3 and I'm so glad people want me to draw more of redeyes, that really inspires me to do a shitload more! :D And the H comic! ~Muah!
-RJ
>> Anonymous
>>571043
Btw My painter X is acting stupid so I didn't do the best coloring job I could. So instead I had to use PS 7. Yucks.
>> Anonymous
oh god OP is awesome
>> Anonymous
A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
>> Anonymous
>>571043

came bri/x/

i love you op
>> Anonymous
amgd bump for MOAR
>> Anonymous
A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>571043
DOWANTDOWANTDOWANTDOWANTDOWANTDOWANT!
Seriously, when you're done with the H comic, archive it, and either MegaUpload it, RapidShit it, or MediaFire it for great justice!
>> Anonymous
Nightmare Otaku, that was pretty sweet.

Oh, consider this a bump.
>> Anonymous
>>570071
cool
>> Anonymous
consider this a bump too

also, fap fap fap
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>571654
Y...y'mean you liked my story?
>> Anonymous
i am a heron. i ahev a long neck and i pick fish out of the water w/ my beak. if you dont repost this comment on 10 other pages i will fly into your kitchen tonight and make a mess of your pots and pans
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>571741
Just fucking do it. I'd like to see your fingerless ass open up my cabinets!
>> Anonymous
I was at home alone at around 11 or at least when I started hearing the wolves and the coyotes howl. It goes without saying that I was sitting at my computer and fapping. I mean is there any other way to live? Anyways, minutes after orgasming I heard these loud shrieks coming from my front yard followed by what sounded like a sharp metal object cutting through some shrubbery. Needless to say, bricks were shat. But being the /x/phile that I am I mustered up the courage and started the trek towards my front door to go out and see what it was. The shrieks continued until I got to my living room and was about 4 yards away from my front door. At that point the door swung open and a small figure came into my house. It was too dark to see clearly but it looked to be the figure of a 10 year old child. As it ran towards me I could see that it was garbed in green clothing and had what looked like a sword and shield strapped to its back. Now I was frozen in fear and waited for it to make its first move to see what I should do next. When it finally reached me I was about to Z target it and do a backflip to evade damage but it just walked right passed without acknowledging me so I held off on taking evasive action. The strangest thing was that it proceeded to break all my pots and vases by throwing them against the wall and then promptly left my house the same way it came in. I was stunned in fear for a few minutes and then called the police. The perpetrator was never caught but according to the police I wasn't the first unlucky victim of such an encounter.
>> Anonymous
>>571730
Yeah, it was pretty good. Freaky, has details of the average person, has an inescapable fate, all the points of a decent creepypasta. Plus, it isn't a Holders story so that gets you extra credit.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>571759
I've had several requests for moar, but as of now I'm out of ideas. Is it can be idea tiem nao?
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
Bump in hopes of moar art.
>> Anonymous
>>571770
Heh, wish I could help. I'm very unimaginative when it comes to horror.
>> C'thulhu !RcH9j3Q2Qo
>>571749
I made this for a BEK thread a long time ago. Nice to see it being re-used.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>571808
Ah...well, thanks anyway...
I just really don't wanna start a novel...
>> Anonymous
Aww <3 Thanks guys! I should have more art by later tonight (5:15 pm here).
I'm gonna download painter in the mean time. So expect more art soon <333!
-RJ
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
Yaaaay~
>> Anonymous
>>571833
You're art isn't that bad (except the boobs, goddamn, this isn't a toon porn site)
But Christ stop posting like a Gaiafag
>> Anonymous
If you stand alone at the corner of Church St. and Market St. in Charleston, South Carolina at 3 AM, you see a man coming down Church St. wearing a black hat and black cape with stringy white hair and weathered skin. He'll stop at one of the two corners directly across from where you are standing and start to walk the corner directly opposite from where he is standing. When he reaches about halfway (dead center of the intersection) and nobody else has arrived, he'll stop, turn, and look directly at you.

If you do not blink for roughly 20-30 seconds he'll tip his hat to you and walk along his way, disappearing into the dark shadows of the trees that line the streets. Nobody knows what happens if you follow him.

If you do blink before he tips his hat, the very first thing you will see is the man standing directly in front of you. He'll grin maliciously at you and draw a blade hidden in the shaft of the cane and slash you across your throat, but you will not feel a thing. You will, however, pass out and remain in a comatose state until the sun rises over the horizon.

For the next six nights, you will have a recurring dream of the man walking down the street, appearing suddenly before you, and slashing your throat. On the seventh night, the events will replay the same up until he stops in the middle of the intersection. At this point, he'll say, "It's been fun playing with you, boy, but now it's time for you to go. Don't ever let me see you again." He'll then tip his hat and walk away before you wake up.

Nobody knows what happens if you visit the corner a second time.
>> Anonymous
>>571924
Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwww
>> Anonymous
>>571924
cry moar
>> Fat64
>>568038
Nightmare Otaku , damn. Did enjoy that. Conjure up moar, whenever, effectively!

and OP , please do something wicked to her jaw
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572010
Arigatou Gozaimasu! Do you have any ideas or requests for my next short story?
>> Fat64
>>568038
>>572013
I'm off to dream hazily, sorry man. Don't think I can come up with such a good idea atm. And the uniqueness plays a large part so I wouldn' think that discussing/shaping the idea here would be a smart idea.
>> Anonymous
>>571946
>>571947
How the fuck am I bawww'ing? Enjoy your romanji speaking fagets infesting this board.
>> Anonymous
>>571924

ugh, i really enjoyed the red eyes pics and i would appreciate more but this man is right, op and (sic) nightmare otaku really know how act like perfect gaiafags.


please, less emoticons, less japanese, more sense
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572029
Alright. Night, Truant.I don't want to shape or discuss an idea, but get a vague idea for a story. Only because I can't get past this damn writer's block. Well, back to creepy images to find one that strikes me with an idea.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572031
Also, I care not what you say. I bid you good day, sir.
>> C'thulhu !RcH9j3Q2Qo
>>572051
You are a pretty annoying person. You could change this by not using so many emotes.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
YOU CAN'T BUY US WITH PORN.

GB2/H/, YOUR DEPRAVATED ART ANNOYS ME
>> Anonymous
A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572108
I use none whatsoever. I see not how one can reduce something like this. There is no negative number when dealing with emotes.
>> Anonymous
>>572169
Go back to fagging up parachan. Could help.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572172
...
But it's much more fun to fag it up here!
Ahaha...but seriously. I only even come here for /x/ anymore. Why deny me all the delicious pasta?
>> HowToKill/x/ !eHtHhTTM12
>>572179
ignore them. you did a good job.
>> Anonymous
Look behind you. What do you see? Invariably, there will be a wall somewhere in your view. Now stare deeply into the space on the wall that lines up best with your eyes. Nothing will happen, but make sure you are clear on where this particular spot is. That spot contains all the negativity in your mind. Whenever you are on your computer, reading scary stories or whatever you do, sometimes you will get spooked. What do you do when this happens? You check behind you, thats what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will come over you. Check the spot. Nothing again, huh? Thats because right now, all the evil is locked safely in your mind. Some people, upon learning of this "negative spot" resolve to remove the spot in an attempt to remove the negative energy. This is a grave mistake. You must never let harm come to this spot. If you do, you will have released the energy. Now when you sit at your computer at night, you will feel chills even in the summer time. The feeling of dread that only presented itself when you were genuinely scared will now hang in the air constantly. Within a week you and your loved ones will have a string of bad luck. Within a month your computer will begin to act erratic and eventually break down. On the anniversiary of the spot's destruction, you will dream of your most horrible fears. The dream will seem to go on forever, and when you wake up you will notice your vision has darkened. Every year on the same day, the dream will repeat itself, and your vision will grow darker and darker. After you go totally blind, dont ever turn your back on that spot again. That is if you can still tell where it is.
>> Anonymous
>>572183
Ah, and here comes another cancerous namefag. Maybe Madame Storyteller will come along, and you can start a You Raff You Ruse thread.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572183
Awww...thanks HTK. Have you seen the burst of Original Content lately? Sure, it's OC based off of reposted reposts, but that still counts, right?
>> Anonymous
>>570136

Hey, it's 76.

I loved your story, am terrified now, but I recently used that picture in an art project, lol.

Creepy stuff.
>> HowToKill/x/ !eHtHhTTM12
>>572191
It's been a lot less /b/ish around here too. Good janitorial staff, I guess
>> Anonymous
>>572191
/x/ - Myspace
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572204
Well, with the exception of the guy who keeps posting that old dude image and YOU ANNOY ME stuff.
>>572189
Man, YLYL threads fail horribly. I don't even look at that shit anymore. And if the Madame shows up, it'll be just long enough to post some Junji and then she vanishes out of here.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>>572211

STOP TALKING ABOUT ME

I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FUCKING FRIEND

GO BACK TO GAIA
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572223
This is the shit I'm talking about, HTK.
>> Anonymous
>>572226
And this is the shit I'm talking about. Honestly, go back to parachan. We don't need namefag community threads here; you're just contributing to the cancer.
>> Anonymiss !Mz5BWSb0I.
>>572223
i'm not gonna lie, i find this guy hilarious.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572231
Cancer this, cancer that...
Original content is what would save /x/, not reposting the same shit day in, day out.
>> Anonymous
PROTIP: our recent tripfags are all trolls
>> Anonymous
>>572239
Yeah, exactly. 'HAI HTK HOWZ UR WEEKEND' isn't original content; it's a Myspace bulletin.
>> C'thulhu !RcH9j3Q2Qo
>>572169
You said
>Arigatou Gozaimasu!
Which is worse than any emote ever. People in /a/ don't even use that, they'd get flamed to oblivion. I'm just trying to give you some advice so threads won't be hijacked in the future due to your mannerisms.


Also, the thing in your story, you said it shed its clothes. Well I thought that was pretty hot, I thought she was going to rape the main character or at least do something borderline sexual but it never happened. This should be fixed at once.
>> Anonymous
>>572243
actually that wouldn't be a bulletin at all. just a friendly comment.

learn2myspace.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572249
Riiiiiight...
...
Duly noted. I promise something better in my next one, if I ever get off my lazy ass and finish it. And I'll try to keep day to day shit off of here, but when you're so used to something...
And as to our Sager...
Dude. You've made what little point you have. Let it die. You cannot prevent me from using some manner of politess. If I haven't spoken to someone in a while, I will naturally inquire as to their condition. 'Nuff said.
>> Anonymous
>>572239
>Good original content is what would save /x/, not THERES A DEMON IN MY ARMS.
Fixed.
>> C'thulhu !RcH9j3Q2Qo
>>572235
Who is he? He looks like some basketball coach I might have seen on TV before but I can't really tell.
>> Anonymous
>>572260
Then use IMs. It's not that hard to understand.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572270
Now that you mention it, he does look slightly familiar...
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572275
Like anyone in their right mind would give out IM or email info on a chan.
>> Anonymous
>>572277
MadameStoryTeller did.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572279
...
You're shitting me. Really? Odd. Most I'd trust is a dead email leading to another to another and so on and so forth.
>> Anonymous
>>572277
Oh, I forgot, ANONYMOUS WILL HAXED MY RAMS
Did you lean about this place from Gaia or ED?
>> Anonymiss !Mz5BWSb0I.
>>572289
no, she did post her email, i talked to her on it.
>> Anonymous
>>572295
I learned about it from Fox 11 News.
LOL.
>> Nightmare Otaku !!GTROp2Z31oC
>>572295
Actually, I just dislike spam. Annoying as hell to filter through. And I learned about 4chan from misclicking a few times. Liked what I saw, stayed a while.
>>572296
Huh. Well, I'll be damned.
>> Scooty
>>570087

Nice knowing you guys its

there were no survivors.
>> Anonymous
phone was only survivor
>> Scooty
>>572188

everyone dies.
>> Anonymiss !Mz5BWSb0I.
>>572397
but who was phone?
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Alright guys OP here, You're right. sorry to sound like a gaia. I think I'm gonna stop posting my art now. I don't wanna end up like that one Ax's vitcim person.
I'll bid you farewell. I'll just be lurking as always. Last thing I want is to shit on /x/'s name.
>> Anonymous
>>572446
Gaia faggot*
>> Anonymous
>>572446

?('?_____?`)?
>> Anonymous
>>572446
FUCCCCCCCCK YOU SEE WHAT YOU BUTTHURT FAGGOTS DID!!?!? YOU'VE DRIVEN AWAY A GOOD DRAWFAG THAT WAS PROVIDING US WITH DELICIOUS RED EYES PORN. Thanks alot, you guys are fucking cancer.

(CAPSLOCK FOR COOL)
>> Anonymous
>>572467

No, he wanted you to post something like that so he could fap to it.
He's essentially e-raping you right now. Can you feel it? His invisible e-cock raping you in your e-butt? I bet you like it.
You WHORE WAS PHONE?
>> Anonymous
>>572468
It was the mother.
>> Anonymous
>>572468
Too bad I don't have an E-penis. since I'm not a guy, so I should GB2 the kitchen. Enjoy your aids.
>> Anonymous
>>572471
>It was YOUR mother
Fixed.
>> Anonymous
>>572473
;________; OP dont leave us...you were the only glittering hope of chemo in an ocean of Ax Cancer....
>> Anonymous
>>572473

I knew you were female, but everyone online has an e-peen, regardless of gender. It is a fixture of the cyber "self."
>> Anonymous
>>572478
Trust me, I'll still be here. Lurking.
>> Anonymous
>>572486
...can you still give us delicious porn.. from time to time? :3
>> Anonymous
>>572490
I'll think about it.
If there is too much Ax cancer. I'll be there in the shadows. and so will Red eyes.
>> Anonymous
>>572493
I can live with that. For now I'll watch you on deviant art...
>> C'thulhu !RcH9j3Q2Qo
>>572493
You make my penis hard if it is any condolence.
>> Anonymous
>>572504
Mine too. Well...my internet penis. Or e-penis if we're gonna use this faggots terms >>>>572482
>> Anonymous
>>568107
OMG
>> Anonymous
>>568107
Thats the door to an elevator.

Why is there an elevator in your house? Crappled?
>> Anonymous
>>572504
Aww, you're too kind.
>> Anonymous
Fuck you, /x/ Im not sleeping tonight. Sage for thread degrading into pointless bitching and faggotry.
>> Anonymous
A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
>> Anonymous
>>571924
>>572031

ARE YOU GUYS FUCKING RETARDED

THIS IS 4CHAN

THIS PLACE WAS BIRTHED FROM WEEABOO AND FROM ANIME PORN

GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU ARE THE GAIAFAGS
>> Anonymous
A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

U MUST REPOST 0R B RAEPED BY MIDGET.
>> Anonymous
if we cant have it in this thread how about just posting it on a new thread here or in /ic/, then we can keep the para sections clean and others can keep fapping to delicious red eye mammaries.
>> Anonymous
>>572839
Listen to this man!!!
>> Anonymous
I can’t sleep, and of course my boss told me to see a doctor again, he thinks I have insomnia.
I wish it were something as simple as that. I can't sleep because I'm scared of what will happen if I do.
It all began when I moved into my new apartment, the place itself was fine and so was the bedroom, it even had an abstract painting of a piano keyboard from the last guy who lived here on the wall. Everything was fine for a while, until I started hearing a faint strain of music playing in there. It became incessant, but whenever I tried to find the source, I could never locate it.
Then I started having the dreams. Every time I fell asleep, I could see an old man sitting at the corner of my vision, his face hidden as he tapped out jazz and Bach on his rickety upright. He came again every night, until one night I managed to gain enough control to scream at him to stop playing. He jerked up and started to turn towards me, but as he did I was thrown awake.
The next morning I got the news, my brother was at a concert when he suddenly clutched at his head screaming that the music was too loud before dying of a massive stroke, his brain was soaked in his own blood.
I tried to rip the painting from the wall, but it was stuck there tight, only when I pressed the keys painted on the canvas, I could just feel them depress softly into the painting.
So now I lay awake here still staring into the dark every night, as the music swells to fill my head.


Repost from old creepypasta thread, shat brix because I've got a painting of a piano on my own wall.
>> Anonymous
>>572794
see:
>>572249
Also, learn the difference between an interest in anime/manga, and being a weeaboo/gaiafag.
>> Anonymous
>>572446
noooo!
Op please don't leave usss!
>> Anonymous
>>569253

A+!!
>> Anonymous
>>571212
A homicidal murderer? You mean there are other kinds?
>> Anonymous
A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
>> Anonymous
Summarized and paraphrased:

There was a farmer who lived far out in the countryside. His nearest neighbor was about 10 miles away. He lived with his two young children, a 10 year old son and an 8 year old daughter and raised livestock. His wife had gone missing the previous year and he was feeling very despondent. One night from the farmhouse, he heard the sounds of the animals braying and screeching. Looking out the window, he noticed something moving around outside the barn. He wasn't worried, as he knew that the animals were safe inside the barn and that the wolf would lose interrest and head away soon enough. However, when morning came, as he went to let the livestock out of the barn, he noticed that one of his cows had been severely mutilated. He was unable to figure out how anything got in or out, but he was determined not to let that rabid beast roam around his farmstead. That night, he stood vigil over the barn with a shotgun in hand, not blinking once. Though all night he heard the sound of something moving around his stead, he noticed nothing unusual until daybreak.

When he went to wake up his children, he found only bloodied bedsheets, with a fork and a knife lying on the floor of the children's room.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
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>> Anonymous
>>574313
11001101, what does that mean?
Nothing, it's just gibberish.
10110011! WHAAAAAA-
>> Anonymous
A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.
>> Anonymous
A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer. He buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murdered chanted, "Toma sota WITNESS
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
James Courtney and Michael Meehan, crew members of the S.S. Watertown, were cleaning a cargo tank of the oil tanker as it sailed toward the Panama Canal from New York City in December of 1924. Through a freak accident, the two men were overcome by gas fumes and killed. As was the custom of the time, the sailors were buried at sea off the Mexican coast on December 4.

The next day, before dusk, the first mate reported seeing the faces of the two men in the waves off the port side of the ship. They remained in the water for 10 seconds, then faded. For several days thereafter, the phantom-like faces of the sailors were clearly seen by other members of the crew in the water following the ship. On arrival in New Orleans, the ship's captain, Keith Tracy, reported the strange events to his employers, the Cities Service Company, who suggested he try to photograph the eerie faces. Captain Tracy purchased a camera for the continuing voyage. When the faces again appeared in the water, Captain Tracy took six photos, then locked the camera and film in the ship's safe. When the film was processed by a commercial developer in New York, five of the exposures showed nothing but sea foam. But the sixth showed the ghostly faces of the doomed seamen. The negative was checked for fakery by the Burns Detective Agency. After the ship's crew had been changed, there were no more reports of sightings.
>> Anonymous
>>574876
Yeah, when they dumped the dead guys off of the boat, they got caught on some ropes, they were floating behind the boat for a few days before the ropes broke...
>> Anonymous
this thread is so filled with fags I can't even comprehend it.