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Anonymous
Hey /x/,

I got placed as the director of my Year 12 media production, where we have to make a 5-10 minute short film. Now my group decided on a thriller, but I think I have a better idea.

Is there any creepy pasta, ideas, villans you guys have that would be perfect for a short film. We're going to start concreting everything in tommorow so make it quick.

Thanks.
>> Anonymous
Bitch, don't be stealin' mah ideas.
>> Anonymous
>>799386
how about the creepypasta about that medic in the war that used his own blood/skin to supply his patients?
>> Anonymous
drrr drrrr

or phone
>> Anonymous
SCP.
>> Anonymous
http://editthis.info/scp_wiki/SCP_Series

For the SCP series.

Also, that one about your own corpse-from-the-future following you around in ghost form as you go about your everyday life, fantasizing about touching you and interacting with you, and then finally "plowing into you" as you go across the street, or something.

If someone could find that one for Mr. OP, that'd be a really good one. One of the scarier ones I've read that has its own plot.
>> Anonymous
And I am always with you.

I was there from the time you were born. I stood in the delivery room, staring down at you before you could even open your eyes to see me. Your parents, relatives and doctors couldn’t see me there, in the corner, watching you with cloudy eyes, but I was there from the time you were born.

And I followed you home.
>> continued
I was with you always, your constant companion. You played with your toys alone while I stared from all angles in nearby mirrors; my matted, clotted hair with oily sweat that hung off my dented forehead like glue. I was always your constant companion, drifting behind your mother’s car on your ride to preschool. You alone in the bathroom, but I was on the other side of the door, wind whistling through the bruised hole in my throat. My arms twisted and hanging in their sockets as I stood hunched on the other side of the shower curtain. I wait and follow you. I follow and drift behind you.

I’m not seen. I’m almost not-there in light. You never saw me that morning as I sat across from you at the breakfast table, a shiny red clot hanging from an empty tooth socket as I gaped grotesquely at you. I wonder sometimes if you know I’m there. I think you are aware, but you’ll never understand just how close I am.

I spend hours of your day doing nothing more than breathing in your ear.

Breathing – gagging, really.
>> continued
I crave to be close to you, to always wrap my crippled arms around your neck. I lie near you ever single night, cloudy eyes staring at your ceiling, underneath your bed, at your sleeping face in the dark.

Yes. You caught me staring occasionally. Your parents came running down to your room one night when you screamed. You were just beginning to talk, so you were only able to cry out “Man! Man in my room!” You thought you’d never forget the sight of me, with my collapsed jaw hanging to my chest, swinging back and forth. I sank back into your closet and your mother was unable to see me though you pointed and pointed and pointed. You thought you’d never forget when they left that same night. You saw the closet door crack so softly and me crawling across the floor to your bed on all fours, shambling in jerking movements as I pushed myself under your bed on disjointed limbs.

You learned a new word for me: boogeyman. Not quite the monster you thought I was. I’m just waiting and following you always, touching your face with my knotted fingers as you sleep
>> end
You’ll see me again soon. Any day now, I’m coming, blunt and brutal. One day you’ll walk across the road and – I believe I’ll plow into you with loud roar and a screech.

You rolling on the pavement, rolling under wheels, bluntforce metal fenders and my fingers touching your face again and again.

As you stare up from the cold pavement with cloudy eyes; your matted, clotted hair hanging in your face and your jaw unhinged and swinging to your chest.

You’ll see me approaching.

No one else will see me. You will stare past them into my eyes and I’ll leer down at you. For the first time in our life, something like a smile will come over my face. You’ll swear you’re looking into a mirror as clotted red bubbles from our mouths.

I’ll lean down, past the doctors and the oogling people and pick you up in my crooked arms.

Our faces will touch. My wings will unfurl. And then you’ll have to follow me.

And I am always with you.

I am your guardian angel.
>> Anonymous
fuck all of these...

the best one would be the one in the hotel, where the guy looks through the keyhole and sees red
>> Anonymous
/r/ing rapidshit/youtube of video when it's done
>> Anonymous
>>799494
>>799497
>>799500
>>799501

Greatest copypasta ever.
>> Anonymous
OP is a child from The Giver.

Fail.
>> Anonymous
>>799503
fuck you, troll
>> Anonymous
I would suggest something based off of one of the holders stories. they're wonderfully descriptive and would make great film material. I did one for my first semester film course last year that was based on Shadowpeople, as well.
>> Anonymous
Recreate the Doctor Who episode "Blink"

It's actually scary. unlike /x/'s goosebumps-level copypasta.
>> Anonymous
One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.

His desk was next to the window, and he turned and stared outside. It looked liked a picture. When it was home time at the school, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.

He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.

She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said “no.” He was devastated.

When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said “no.” It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it,
it was gone.

The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, “Sorry, no.” When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said “no.” He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.

Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.

The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up. He smiled. He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers…

awesome
>> Anonymous
My favourite two pieces of 'pasta are in this thread.