so your makign out w/ ur honey wen the phone rigns.

>>821466
I come from the future, /x/.
In after "WHO WAS PHONE"

Long ago humans were sacrificed at volcanoes the human fat would become baked in the temperatures and a white substance would then become collected in the nearby streams. It is then that the locals learned to wash their clothes to get them the cleanest.
This white substance is known as lye and it is where your soap comes from...still.

John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.
"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"
And then John was a zombie.

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”. THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

All mirrors are actually windows to another world.
This world cannot be reached, and shouldn't be reached, as all our mirror-selves are extremely malicious.
Try watching the edge of the mirror after sneaking into a room.
If you're good enough, you can see your reflection, pressing against the glass.

>>821480
i shat bricks

This one time a guy went swimming in the sea. It was calm and warm and fun. Then something grabbed him by the leg and he went under. Seconds later he came up gasping hardcore for breath and said "wow, what just grabbed me?" Then an alien hovered just above the water staring at him in a mirror and he realized he was on a UFO. He traveled all over the universe with his new found alien friends until they discovered this one planet. It was full of ghosts and scary. So there he was swimming in this ghost planets seas (he liked swimming) when out of no where, a shark bit his arm off and he yelled. HAR HAR HAR came a voice.... "ANOTHER GHOST TO LIVE ON OUR GHOST PLANET!" echoed as he died from his bad wounds and blood loss.

>>821478

They use animal fat now dipshit

It's early morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow.
Hours pass. The sun rises.

The phone is ringing.

When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning.
You slide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as you stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice.

Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six new messages. Message one. The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next.

Screaming.

You spin around, thinking that she's standing right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. You stand there, horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh.

The phone beeps again. You're shaking.

Message two.

On your 33rd birthday, go to your local gas station and pick up the newspaper. The classified ads will have a small segment commemorating your birth and asking you to turn around. Upon looking behind you, a man dressed in a black cloak will be advancing in your direction. If you choose to run away, he will hunt you for the rest of your life, eventually killing you. However, if you await his arrival and show no intent of fleeing, he will give you a small package. Inside, you shall find the object you most desire.

They say that somewhere in western America, some say in Utah, others say on the California coast, there's a small motel on the side of the road.

When you go inside, it's decorated in very common hotel attire, with the panelling and old fashioned key-lock doors.

The thing is, there's a room in there for everybody. Everybody has a reservation for exactly when they show up, and the number of rooms available is always one more than the number of people there. One person to a room, that is the rule.

Some say that the song "Hotel California" is based off this motel, though you *can* leave this particular motel.

I wouldn't advise looking at a mirror for at least a month after doing so, though.

There's a dark forest deep in the heart of the Rockies, surrounded on all sides by mountains. In the center of the forest is a lake on the shores of which you will find a large black stone. If you swim out into the center of the lake, the stone will drag you down into the darkness.

You will emerge from shadows in the alley of a frightening dark city of heavily arched roofs and buildings built on stilts. You must not talk to a single citizen of this city, or you shall be trapped there forever. The citizenry is horrid and mutated, and they will leer and curse at you, and their hideous and deformed women shall offer you unknown and horrible lewdnesses.

At the edge of this city is a highway. Walk down the left side of the road (yes, against traffic) with your thumb out and a man in a dark truck shall pick you up and drive you back the way you came. The city will be gone, and he will take you to any place on Earth as long as you can name it and there's a road there.

Open your closet, don't turn on the light. Make sure you have one match with you. Step inside and close the door. If the lights are on outside of the closet this will not work. Nor will it work if it is daylight. The only room you need is enough for slight mobility.

Stand in the darkness for about two minutes, since that's all that's needed. Now, take the match and hold it in front of you and say, "Show me the light or leave me in darkness." If you begin hearing whispers light the match immediately. If you don't hear anything, and the match doesn't ignite on it's own then don't turn around. If you light the match too late or not at all after hearing whispers, something will grab you from behind and pull you into what seems like a forever fall into darkness.

If you do manage to light the match in time and nothing happens after, open the door slowly and get out, then close the door but do NOT look inside. From then on, never look inside your closet without the light on at all. Some say if you leave your closet open during the night you can see the demon watching you with two red eyes that glow like matches.

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

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

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

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

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

Somewhere in NYC there is an old homeless man missing both his legs from the knees down who is always sitting at the corner of Lexington and East 21st, near Granmercy Park. Approach him after nightfall and ask him, "So what did you see on the other side?" He will then tell you all about his travels to other realms and times. It is up to you whether to believe him or not, but as you listen you'll find yourself being drawn in with every story, every minute. You must stay alert, and before midnight you must interrupt him (do NOT let him finish whatever story he's telling you at the moment) and say "I've heard enough, old man. Good day and good luck", then walk away. Make at least two left-hand turns around the block before looking around and going about your business. You must do this, because anyone who has stayed to listen past midnight is never seen again, at least not on this plane of existance.

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.

http://thekingofwolves.webs.com/
site has a fuckton of creepypasta.

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 told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. So he 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. 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 these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which are red."

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

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

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

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

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

An odd occurance has been rumored to happen in a certain pub at night in southwest Germany. If you sit in the stool farthest from the door while one beside it is empty, order a round for yourself and offer to "buy one for the Baron". The bartender will without question or expression will pour 2 beers from tap. He'll place one beside you and the moment the other one hits the table the room will go dark and silent, save for the sound of footsteps as a man in uniform sits beside you.

It is believed that it is indeed Captain Manfred von Richthofen, although no one is sure because they can barely see their own glass, much less the person's face. No one who's told this story has had the nerve you touch him or risk insult, and the figure does not say a word. But apparently if you were to ask him "So sir, what's the condition at the front?" he would tell you startling details about the region's future and sometimes how they connect to the world as a whole.


Those who lived long enough after the fact claim that these events took place the exact about of years from the date they asked as from the date Baron von Richthofen died in battle. Yet this cannot be confirmed, because every time the figure has been asked the question after 1964 he's only replied with a cold laugh.

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

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."

The howling outside your window: sometimes it's not the wind. Be even more wary when it grows silent. Don't open the curtains during those times; it will finally see you.

You've just purchased a new house. You got a good deal, as it was well built, and until now had only been occupied by a wealthy yet eccentric old man with expensive taste in decorations. As you settle in, you notice something odd about one particular hall. Though the hall is long, with no windows and only a single small, ornate light fixture, as long as the light is on, the entire thing from end to end is bathed in a bright, uniform light. Furthermore, items in the hall lack shadows and highlights. Even a mirror won't reflect the illumination of the hall's one light source, and even if you cup your hands and peer into them, there is no shadow, at least as long as the light is on. When it off, the hall is inky-black, and cannot be lit even by candles, flashlights, or leaving the door to a bright room open.

/r/ daughter with a bad dream copypasta, I can't remember it

Your new apartment is perfect, except for the bathroom. Black mildew stains the corners, cracks, and crevices of the tile. You break out the cleaner and brush, and go to work. No matter how much you scrub, however, you just can't seem to make a difference. For a second after you rinse off the suds, you think that there even seems to be more mildew than when you started. Frustrated, you decide to give up for the time being, at least until you can get some more potent cleaner. You turn to the sink to wash your hands -- and that's when you first notice the black mildew stains around your fingernails...

>>821694
"No, sweetie. You are the demons."
And then your daughter was a zombie.

>>821713

HERE FAGGOT

>>821694

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At 12:17 am, on any given night, arises the opportunity to awaken an alternate soul. The most common way of viewing them? Through a mirror.
It is through said medium that the process must take place. Begin at exactly midnight. By no light but that of a single candle, stand before the selected mirror. For ten minutes you must concentrate in silence, focused entirely on your reflection. Do not look away from the eyes; for it will be interpreted as weakness and you will be overcome.
After ten minutes have passed you must draw blood to smear in a line across the eyes of your reflection. Doing so will blind it and you will watch as your own features begin to warp. Slowly, gradually, they will mutate into a frightening creature--one beyond the comprehension of those who have not experienced it. You must not look away through the entirety of the change.
Soon the writhing movements of the image will cease. By now an echoing, inhuman sound will resound all around you--the creature will begin to ease toward the mirror's glass. You must keep watching as it approaches.
If you do not extinguish the candle at exactly 12:17, the creature will escape.
Be warned, should you succeed; through any polished surface--be it mirror, wood, or window--your reflection will always be watching.

>>821730
Oh. My. Fuck.

I have honestly never heard this one before.

Awesome.

You guys want more? I have more, but anybody actually reading all of this....

>>821739
that one's actually a variation on a really really old one. the ribbon is usually black.

>>821730
NEW CONTENT IN MAH /x/

>>821744
im reading :)

I have my own creepy pasta archive...almost a fourth the way through.
Every time you exhale, a little bit of your soul escapes. Luckily, you almost always inhale it back before anyone else gets to it. Almost.

Ever fogged up a mirror with your breath?

Don't do that.

Investigated by the witnesses after they read instructions they found in a book, left behind in a rest stop bathroom. Participants must mix a shot of whiskey, a drop of their own blood (One drop for each participant), a pinch of salt, and a small amount of used engine oil. Mix with water from a rest stop fountain in a glass bottle, and smash it on the interstate in the evening or morning. If the instructions were followed correctly, the way will become densely foggy. an unmarked exit will appear, and if you pass it by, it will be closed to you for six years. If you take the exit, go left and under the interstate. half a mile down the road, is an old gas station. Inside, it is said that a full glass the coffee sold there, will keep you awake all night, and the other food and beverages are purported to have various properties themselves. Pay the proprietor only in metal coinage, no bills, no checks, no cards. There are also some arcade machines near the back of the store, as well as an old fortune telling wizard in a glass case. He knows how you will die. Accept no sexual favors that are offered to you while there, and do not anger anyone. Your life depends upon it.

Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied. “You Sarah O’Bannon?” Yes! the voice assured.
“You were born on September 17, 1827?”
"Yes!"
“The gravestone here says you died on February 19?”
"No I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!"

“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”

On the internet, there is a message board. Occasionally, someone will post a thread asking for generally creepy stories. These threads are usually long and contain a lot of entertaining reading.


However, occasionally someone will enter the thread and post only an 8-digit number that if read, will give you a specific recurring nightmare for three nights.


In this nightmare, you visited in your sleep by a man with a very curious smile. During these visits, he performs unspeakable acts. And repeats a phrase over and over again. This phrase is different each night.


At the end of these three nights, the events of one of the stories posted in the thread will happen to you.


It is said also that if you dial this 8-digit number into a payphone at exactly 2:30 AM, a voice with no discernable gender will answer and tell you all of the great secrets of eternity.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Clock said it was 3:24am. I groaned and rolled over, intent on going back to sleep so I'd be well rested for the meeting that was in 6 hours. I woke up again at 3:47am, pretty pissed at this point. I swore, staring at the ceiling. A few moments later I noticed a faint tapping sound at my window. That must have been what woke me up. I was too lazy to go and see what it was, especially once I remembered there was a storm front or something moving in. It was rain or ice or something. I tried going to sleep again, only to wake up at 3:59 with the tapping still going. Again, I managed to go to sleep after a little while. It didn't seem like long before I woke up for the fourth time and rolled out of bed, going over to the window just to see what the hell was making that sound. I whipped the drapes open and saw, well... nothing. It was a clear night and there was no sign that there had been any weather. I closed the drapes and walked back to bed, getting under the sheets before glancing at my clock. 3:77am. I went back to sleep.

Nicholas was older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die. The dwarfish natives of the arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once every year they forced him,sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen into time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was far harsher.
Ho.
Ho.
Ho.

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.

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


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


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


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

I am Thomas's reflection.
Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom.
...and he makes faces.
I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger.
He does this every day... well, USED to.
One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom.
On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors.
On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist.
...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye.
Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference.
I can't mimic his pain.
Just
his
face.

Don't turn around. He's there.

If you wait at any given train station and keep watching a train will show up that isnt on the train schedule. If you get on the train you will find that the inside of the train, despite what the train looks like on the outside the inside will be very elegant and old fashioned.

Have a seat and enjoy the train ride. By this point there is little you can do to save yourself and you should enjoy this short period of luxury that precedes the horrors you will face.

The train is full of other passengers dressed very fancy and old timey. there will be waitresses and waiters that will serve you. When the train makes a stop get off the train. If you do not get off at this stop then the train will continue on but all the passengers will be rotting corpses and the trian will never stop, the entrances will be sealed and you will be stuck until you die in a smelly train filled with disgusting rotting corpses.

>>821674
>>821701
still my favorites

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

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

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

Bees. Swarming buzzing bees. Tickling temperamental bees. Bees with
pointy painful stingers.
The boy poured honey down his back and shook his buttocks left to right.
The naked crazy boy. He passed by the beehives, jogging not running. Taking
his sweet innocent time, through the grass, toward the white perfumy clover
field. The bees rose in a fuzzy brown boil, filtered out their hive, cleaved
the air like an arrow aiming for honey-dripping bare-bummed Johnny. Little
Johnny boy smiled broad and white, his feet advancing toward the clover, tossing
his hips from side to side, breathless voice issuing forth, "Beeeeez.
Zzzzzzzhahahahahaaaaaaaa."
Little Johnny boy slipped a finger between his perspiring crack, taking
away honey as if from the stale edges of a white bread sandwich. Johnny loved
the bees, almost as much as the sticky sweet clinging of honey that formed and
hung like stalactites from his perineum, dripped dripping drops.
The bees closed in. Thousands of bees, their murmuring buzzing chorus
titillating little Johnny boy, stingers angry and shining in the sun, quivering
mad. Johnny jogged toward the clover field, licking his finger of the sweet
sweaty honey. Honeybuns, Johnny thought, and laughed until he fell rolling over
the start of clover. Honeybuns, thought Johnny, and he laughed, giggled, a
smile playing over his bare freckled puss. "Beeeeeeez!" Johnny exclaimed, as a
fuzzy buzzing cloud converged on little Johnny's honey sticky ass.
The sun rolled in golden fury, and hours later, when it had turned a dark
red, and sunset swollen, little Johnny boy lay stiff and puffy, pink and happy,
dead stinking sweet.

If you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing and move not a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that the silence has a sort of "sound" of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone. This is nothing unique, everyone will hear this, given the proper setting. An informed person will tell you that your brain is trying to interpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so creates a bit of a filler sound. Actually, there is never, ever, total quiet anywhere on Earth. This sound actually covers something very important. For a persistent individual, one can discern what is under this pitch. The next time you are in such a situation, shout at the top of your lungs for about half a minute, then become completely silent all at once. It will be different for everyone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens of tries. Others might catch a snatch of soft murmuring. A special few might clearly make out what they hear on the first attempt. What you will hear is a voice that relays an account of events about to happen in the immediate future. It's like a sportscaster relaying the events occurring 10 seconds later. Such an ability would doubtlessly be invaluable, no? You will be able react to any immediate danger, relate to people around you with greater ease. No one would ever surprise you. As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice under increasingly noisy circumstances, to the point that it can be heard at any time by just concentrating. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible catch there is for this.

Earphones can listen to anything. Plug 'em in to the wrong socket on your laptop and proceed to screw around. If do the right .exe, then you can hear your computer think. It's actually relaxing... Kind of like a bee's nest, busy at work. Except for the times when you hear a distinct English word. I usually hear "fade," "dream," or "lie." A friend of mine just gets cussed at when he plugs in.

Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it will drive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death over and over again. Of course this isn't the case, though, its a normal voice, your ears receive it no matter what, its simply a matter of noticing. But there is a danger. For you see, there's no such thing as a voice lacking a body. And just like you will notice new sounds, so shall you notice new sights. More importantly, you will be noticed.

You get a phone call from your Mother. Since her car has been in the shop, she asks you to go to the grocery store and pick up a few odds and ends for her. Bread, milk, cereal, and chicken breasts.

After writing down a small list you reluctantly get in the car and pick up the items at the store. The lady cashier makes an odd remark to you, "You know, we're in no danger of a milk shortage." Upon arriving at her house you knock several times. No answer. You decide to try the door. It opens. You place the grocery bag on the counter. Strange. There seems to be six other grocery bags, each with identical contents. In a couple, the chicken and the milk has gone bad. "Mom," you call out, but no answer. You make your way thru the kitchen and into the living room. Sitting on the couch, with her head cut off and neatly resting on her lap, is your Mother.

Naturally you call the police who come over to investigate. They mention that she has been dead for nearly a week. Furthermore, the police psychiatrist is at the scene and talks to you after you give your initial statement. Sitting on the front steps, you overhear the psychiatrist talking with the crime scene investigator. "It's not uncommon for people suffering from schizophrenia to get locked into a series of repetitive behaviors," he says.

You think to yourself, "They can't be talking about me. Schizophrenia? Nah. Repetitive behavior? Do they think I did this?" Suddenly your cell phone goes off. "Hello?"

"Hi hun, it's me. Could you stop at the store and pick up some chicken and milk. Ohh, and I need some bread and cereal too."

"No problem Mom. I'll be right over..."

Somewhere in West Philadelphia , you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.

After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles , and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.

With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will think that cabs like these are rare, don't say anything about it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say 'Yo homes to Bel Air'. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be somewhere between 7 and 8 o'clock, even though it will feel like you've been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say 'Yo homes, smell ya later!', but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.

If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.

>>821776
>>821777

Woops, sorry for breaking up your creepypasta anon.

An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn't certain of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to and who he was. He'd sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: "Now your *third* wish. What will it be?"
"Third wish?" The man was baffled. "How can it be a third wish if I haven't had a first and second wish?"
"You've had two wishes already," the hag said, "but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. That's why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes." She cackled at the poor man. "So it is that you have one wish left."
"All right," he said, "I don't believe this, but there's no harm in wishing. I wish to know who I am."
"Funny," said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. "That was your first wish."

>>821780

No big deal, I am sure people can figure it out =P

This is a true story that I heard just the other week. My sister goes to college in Washington DC, and as any who live there know there are some very sketchy areas in that city. A friend of hers was out late partying one night away from her dorm, and needed to get back. She had always heard never to ride the subway at night, but on this occasion she had no money for a cab and decided to try it.

The subway car she almost empty. There were two tough-looking black guys in hooded sweatshirts sitting with a teenage girl wearing big sunglasses in between them, and there was a white man in a suit with glasses reading a book. At one point, the white man got up and walked over to my sister's friend and sat down. "You need to get off at the next stop", he whispered. Terrified, she agreed; she might be able to find a way to escape him once off the subway.

After they got off, the man seemed to relax. "I'm sorry I had to scare you like that", he said, "but there was no other option. I'm a biology teacher, and that girl on the train was dead."

The teacher called a cab for her and she got home safely, but she never rode the subway at night again.

Although the Jewish omnipotent entity we refer to by tradition as God was first called Yawhew (I am) by the Israelites, legend has it that the high priest of Israel passed from one to another his true name, made up of 72 Hebrew letters that, when spoken, would summon his presence before the speaker. This was required for their annual ritual of asking for forgiveness of the nation's sins - by asking face to face.

So what would happen if you found this combination? And what could you petition? Well, Jesus did provide a warning, "Fear not those who can destroy the body and then do no more...fear him who, after killing the body, can destroy the soul." (Luke 12:4-5)

>>821730
I remember reading that one in a book, Except they got married and he didnt take tha ribbon off until she was 80ish and on her death bed.

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.

During the war a soldier faithfully wrote his mother every week so she would know he was all right, until one week she didn't get a letter and immediately began to worry. Within a couple of weeks she got a letter from the Army saying that her son had been captured and was being held in a Prisoner-of-War camp, and they assured her that they had no reason to believe the American prisoners were being mistreated in any way. A few weeks later the woman finally received another letter from her son, it read: "Dear Mom, Try not to worry about me, they are treating us well and I'll be released as soon as the war is over. Make sure that little Teddy gets the stamp for his collection. Love you, Joe" The woman was overjoyed to hear the news, but was confused because she had no idea who "little Teddy" was. She decided to steam the stamp from the envelope and have a look. When she did she saw that written on the back of the stamp were the words:

"They've cut off my legs".

Reply Internet Explorer 3 When using Internet Explorer 3 for Windows (google around for a version that works on Windows XP), enter this in the address bar (do not copy-paste, you must input it with the keyboard):

for-you://gratitude-and-remembrance

Wait ~ 40 seconds. You will fell strange. Don't fight the feeling, or you will be jerked out of it, and you have only one chance to do it.

A weblog will appear. It will contain events that will happen for the seven next years of your life.

Add /admin/ to the address bar. Try to guess the password your future self would have chosen. There is always a way - discovering it is never out of your reach even if it's a meaningless string of letters.

Once you have access to the admin, you can delete any post you want, and that event will never happen to you.

However, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES you are to edit a post. JUST DON'T.

You have only one hour to do it: after that the connection will be lost.

Convicted forger A. Schiller was serving his time in Sing Sing prison in the late 19th century when guards found him dead in his cell. On his body, they found seven regular straight pins whose heads measured the typical 47/1000ths of an inch or 1.17 mm in diameter. Under 500X magnification, it was found that the tiny etchings were seen on the heads of the pins were the words to “The Lord’s Prayer,” which is 65 words and 254 letters long. Of the seven pins, six were silver and one was gold. The gold pin’s prayer was flawless and said to be a true masterpiece. Schiller had spent the last twenty five years of his life creating the pins, using a tool too small to be seen by the naked eye. It is estimated that it took 1,863 separate carving strokes to make it. Schiller went blind because of his artwork. Why did Schiller do this? And how did he acquire the knowledge to construct such a tiny instrument for the engravings?

A secret society meets once every three years at a small diner in West Virginia.

To join, you must come to the American Grill diner located in Cricket at 9:30 PM on September 21st. The only uniform is a heavy overcoat and a green tie.

Order an "Eggs and Bacon platter with coffee." The waiter will tell you that the breakfast menu is unavailable. Reply, "Well, just the coffee then." You'll be allowed to stay after closing time for the meeting.

The meeting itself is a gathering of minds and philosophy regarding immortality. The society is called "The Socratic Method." They hoist their mugs at the beginning and end of the meeting and say "Death to Socrates." It's rumored a little hemlock is added to the first cup, and an antidote to the last.

I once stuck two cell phones together in 69 position while they called each other. Weird noises came out, so I tried saying something in it to see how it would be distorted. I said, "Hi. I'm aaron." I said this about 5 times and each one sounded different until a voice came back saying (completely different from my voice). "Hello Aaron. Hello Aaron. I am Mikeal. I am Micheal. Am I dead? Am I dead? Am I dead? Am I dead? Am I dead?" I tried saying my name again, but a different voice came back saying, "I don't want to go. I don't want to go." After that I hung up.

The night fell many hours ago. And I am not drowsy at all so I am going out. The night is pleasant with a soft wind in my hair. Stars are shining and moon gives me enough light to see. I am walking my favourite road along the creek through the wood. After a moment I look around me and I see that I am on a playground. There are a few swings, a roundabout and a few ladders and climbing frames. It's about 2 am. I can't believe my eyes. There are children playing right now, climbing the frames and sitting on a roundabout.

They have empty looks. They do not smile.

And there is no sound at all.

It is late and everyone is asleep in your house. You feel tired and finally go to bed. As you lay in the darkness, close your eyes and carefully mouth the words "fourty nights of slumber". do not speak the words aloud.

arise and search your house. no one will be there asleep in their beds. turn around in panic and in front of you will be the keeper of dreams and your nightmare has begun.

I heard a lot of crap about how you can record ghosts and whotnot, especially those crappy specials on the sci-fi channel where there is "real scenes" but they're really just a bunch of actors. I decided to prove them wrong. It was 3AM, my family was out of town, and I sat down at my 300mhz machine (which was godlike at the time). I opened up window's sound recorder and started talking into it. I said, "Hello, is anyone there? If you have anything to say please say it." I left it running for a minute and then played it back, but I heard nothing - as expected. I felt triumphant, so I decided to make another recording that I could share with my friends. Here's what I said, "I know you are in here. I command you to speak." I left it running for a minute or two, but I didn't bother listening to it. I sent it to my friend over AIM and he said "OMG WTF" so, I listened to it and heard a faint voice say "And I command you to push the buttons."

Okay. Here's an example of how gullible people can be.

According to one of those annoying copypasta emails I've been sent, you have to go to this youtube video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0l2z9eQulNI

Pay no attention to the boring old people and look through the windows. You will see what you would expect: some branches moving with the wind, the reflection of the waitress at one point. That's, obviously, not the scary part.

The scary part is that you have to watch the same exact video several times. And, according to legend, every once in a while there is something different in the garden. Something that was not there all the other times you watched it. Some (probably) delude themselves into thinking that there's a man with a hat, you can only see his back and he is trembling. Others claim different nonsense, but for most is the man with the hat.

Supposedly, nobody has seen him twice.

Well, I saw nothing, but you are free to bore yourself silly, if you feel like it.

You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose.
You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you.
You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now.
You then drop the phone in shock.
There are no footprints in the snow.
It's his reflection.

>>821466
>>821471
>>821494

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

Ever since I was little I've had to sleep with a fan on. Any kind of background noise really, but usually if it's not a fan I won't be able to get to sleep very easily.

Anyway, one night a few years ago when I was still in high school, I was spending the night at a friend's house. He was into the paranormal. He'd go ghost hunting and buy books about demons and that kind of shit. This night he brought out a Ouija board. He always had some weird thing to do whenever I spent the night. Anyway, we turn off the lights in his room and start messing with this thing, only using a flashlight to see it by. We asked it typical questions, stupid questions, asked for names, who it was, when we would die. It always gave us answers but we just laughed over it, even though we were a little creeped out. At about one in the morning we decided to go to sleep. I crawled into my sleeping bag on the floor and drifted off quickly to the steady hush of a fan.

When I woke up the next morning we had breakfast and laughed over the Ouija board again. After a while it was time for me to leave so I went back up to the room to get my sleeping bag. Then I noticed that my friend didn't have a fan in his room.

Aw, that's sweet. The house wants you to sleep comfortably.

>>821819

Holy shit. I'm not the one who posted this. I saw the man trembling. I'm so afraid.

Deep in a quiet suburb hidden in Plain sight, it is said there is a boy, perhaps in his early teens, that stands on a small footbridge above a quiet creek not often traveled. If you happen to find this same bridge and the boy is not there, come back at a later date, it's not your time.

If you are one of the fortunate, or unfortunate as you may be, to catch him watching the stream, ask, "How are the ducks today?" This is the only thing he'll reply to, but afterwards he'll sustain conversation with you. But his answer to your initial question will always be, "Fine as always, but it seems there are two missing."

Pay attention throughtout the duration of the conversation and follow his every word, he is right. You can ask him anything, and he'll lead you to the road of prosperity.

This prosperity does come at a price though, after following his final instruction, one person that you've always loved will sear through your mind, and eventually the thought of that person will consume your soul, and you will eventually find yourself spending the rest of your days watching a peaceful stream, and when questioned, the only thing you can muster up without the mention of your love is, "Just fine, but there are three missing."

>>821835

Really? I dont see him....

It is said that there is at least one mirror present at every birth. A window; the blade of a scalpel, anything. If you can find yours, stare into your reflection's eyes for exactly an hour. You fall unconcious, and be in the delivery room, witnessing the final moments before you entered this world. The doctor will greet you, and his eyes will look into yours, and they shall be your own. At this moment, the doctor knows everything about you, and will ask you a question about yourself. The question will not be easy, and you must be incredibly metacognitive to answer it correctly. If you do, you shall be born, and wake up with knowledge beyond mortal comprehension. If you answer incorrectly, you will come out stillborn, your skin cracked and burnt, and you will never wake up.

There was a couple from Texas who was planning a weekend trip across the Mexican border for a shopping spree. At the last minute, their baby-sitter canceled, so they had to bring along their two year old son with them. They had been across the border for an hour when the baby got free and ran around the corner. The mother tried to find him, but he disappeared. The mother found a police officer who told her to go to the gate and wait. Not really understanding the instructions, she did as she was told. About 45 minutes later, a man approached the border, carrying the boy. The mother ran to him, grateful that he had been found. When the man realized it was the boy's mother, he dropped him and ran. The police were waiting for him. The boy was dead, and in less than the 45 minutes he was missing, he was cut open, all of his organs removed, and was stuffed with cocaine. The man was going to carry him across the border as if he were asleep.

Have you ever been taking a shower and felt like something was moving around behind the curtain? Especially if you were alone? Like as if something were watching you? Did you look up? Did you catch the very vaguest hint of eyebrows or a tuft of matted, greasy hair above the curtain rod?

That's not a good idea. It doesn't really like it if you see it. It likes it the most when you've got shampoo on your hair, and your eyes are shut tight so they won't sting. Or even better, when there's soap and bubbles all over your soft face. It likes that the best, because your eyes are clenched so tight, and even if you did want to open them, like, if you heard a soft rasping of hard, dense hairs against the plastic shower curtain, or the scratching of claws on bathroom tile, or the gentle splatter of drool or cum or... god knows what... on the floor outside, well, you wouldn't open your eyes because it'd burn. Right?

Right.

Don't open your eyes. Because if you ever see its face, catch its eyes...

Well,

it'll notice.

Rumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper "I accept." If done correctly, in the mirror, there will be a faint image of an infant with no flesh and pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering.

You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror, but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occured within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all human emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed and lost to you forever. For each question that is answered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someone you know.

That person will be found dead the next morning with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.

Leon Czolgosz, assassin of William McKinley, the 25th President of the United States, was electrocuted for his crime on October 29, 1901, at Auburn Prison in Auburn, New York. Among the personal effects found in his cell was a U.S. quarter stamped with the date 2218. The face in profile on said quarter was not George Washington, but rather a face which has yet to be identified.

Having a golem servant was seen as the ultimate symbol of wisdom and holiness, and there are many tales of golems connected to prominent rabbis throughout the Middle Ages.

Other attributes of the golem were gradually added over time. In many tales the Golem is inscribed with magic or religious words that keep it animated. Writing one of the names of God on its forehead, a slip of paper in its mouth, or enscribed on its body, or writing the word Emet (???, "truth" in the Hebrew language) on its forehead are examples of such words. By erasing the first letter aleph in Emet to form Met (??, "dead" in Hebrew) the golem could be deactivated. Another way is by writing a specific incantation in the owner's blood on calfskin parchment, and placing it in the mouth. Removing the parchment will deactivate the golem. It is likely that this is the same incantation that the Rabbi recites in the classic narrative. Golems also need to rest on the Sabbath lest they go berserk.

You really don't seem to know what is Silent Hill. It's not just bunch of abstract figures, mindless horror and gore. It's something you creaty by yourself. A trip to your subconsicious, and usually your guilt to something. Everything there resebles a part of you. Even monsters and surroundings. People are driven there only to find truth and punishment. Normal, not guilty/sinning persons sees that town normal, populated resort town.

DONT LOOK AT THE FIRE. IT ATRACTS THEM. YOU CAN NEVER TELL WICH ONE OF THEM WILL SMELL IT - THE HOPPERS OR THE BIG EYES, BUT IT IS USUALY THE BIG EYES. DON'T TRUST THE AND DON'T EVER LET THEM TAKE A PEACE OF YOU. CLOTHING IS ENOGH, THEY CAN FEELYOU BY IT.

Well guys, thats the bulk of it. I have all of the holders from king of wolves, and a ton of creepy pics and websites, but thats all of the creepy pasta I have besides one huge ass story I dont feel like posting.

>>821805

http://www.anomalies-unlimited.com/Prayer.html

bri/x/

>>821861

Would you mind linking us to the site with the huge story? And sharing some of those websites?

Beyond that, thanks for all the creepy shit. Some great content I've never seen before was posted this night.

>>821958

http://www.robotjamgames.com/games.php?game=synapsis

http://ghostsdawn.livejournal.com/

http://www.secrettechnology.com/gamegame/gamegame.html

http://thefriendsociety.com/

http://www.hoteloscartangoecholima.com/splash.html

http://www.973-eht-namuh-973.com/

http://www.absurd.org/a.html

http://www.superbad.com/

http://www.nobodyhere.com/justme/me.here

http://www.timecube.com/

http://www.margotknight.com/margot.html

Some internet sites are reported to have haunted images on them. But would you actually believe one of those sites is from a devianTART member? Search for the member Vikki Fennec using the search button. If you find some of the art, you will see pictures of one common theme - a computerized arctic fox humanoid wearing swimming gear of various types. Click on her name and visit her page. Scroll down until you reach the image "Watching you..." Everything, even the description, will seem harmless. Most people either will laugh or just click out of it and lose interest. But it is far from typical. Stare into her eyes for one minute. After the minute passes, and if you do it right, everything but her eyes will appear dark. If she only growls, kill the power to your computer immediately and be very silent until you believe she is gone or someone can look behind you. If she doesn't growl, a voice will come from behind you and ask either "Why do you know me?" or "Where is my body?". Remain silent. Do not turn around. Do not take your eyes off of her eyes. She will then ask you three questions: your name, and two questions about your life. Answer every question correctly, for if you don't, she will change your vision so you believe you appear ugly or demented and will scream a scream that will not cease until you die.

If you answer each question correctly, she will tell you a secret about something that will happen later in the next year, as well as offer you advice on the consequences of that event, such as what to avoid or what to do when it happens. Do not speak or even say 'thank you'. Instead, with your eyes still focused on hers, press CTRL+Q the ENTER to quit your browser, because any other way involves you moving your gaze from her.

Do not visit that page again. Also, be sure to not blink so much - try to keep it about ten times or less. It's best to be safe.

>>821768

Short and to the point. I like that.

There was once a guy who did some shit and then died. If you don't post this in 5 other threads, he'll turn you into a nigger!!!!

>>822075

TOO LATE 4 MEEEEE!!!!

>>821628

What's the point?

1647582

bumped :3

>>822039
This sounds like such bullshit
But fuck, I am not going to that site after seeing that furfag

If you've never seen it before,this episode of Tales from the Darkside will make you shit a cinder block factory
Part 1: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yoUaPsoLDRE
Part 2:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpdPHDxTXIA&feature=related
Part 3:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yM-L03AQwu4&feature=related

>>821819
OH SHIT!

D:

>>821852
Silent Hill is a video game

>>821768
Most effective creepypasta ever.

>>821759

Wahhh I'm scared you bitch!
Suck it.
Good one though I pussyed out officially.

>>821819


3:44

Look in the background, shit bricks.

Next time when you’re lying in bed and the moon is new, when you’re at the moment where you’re almost asleep and your eyes are closed…try listening for the sounds. More specifically, sounds that shouldn’t exist in our realm. At this point, you’ll notice the world around you change, but don’t you dare open your eyes or make any movements.

If you lay right where you are, with your eyes closed, you’ll feel something trace a finger, a claw, or perhaps something even worse, across your forehead. The moment it stops tracing, you’ll wake up and it will be morning. Within that new week, you will die.

However, depending on what was traced on your head, you’ll either enter a paradise of a world, or you’ll enter an evil world of torture.

So…do you want to find out what’s on the other side?

You don’t know it, but someone has been removed from your life. They haven’t died, they haven’t moved, they have simply ceased to be from present future and history. However you still know they were there, you faintly recall broken memories of someone else there, someone who should have been there but you think you’re crazy. You go to do something, but you can’t remember what …

It was them, they wanted to talk to you.

During a wedding reception of a young couple the guests decided on a drunken game of hide and seek. It was decided that the groom was “it” and he eventually found everyone but his new bride. Eventually the man became furious and decided it wasn’t funny anymore and left her there. As weeks went by he accepted that she’d had second thoughts and went on with her life so he did the same. A few years later a cleaning lady dusted off an old trunk in the attic of the building where the reception had taken place, out of curiosity she opened it. Inside the trunk was the rotted body of the missing bride who’d apparently became locked in the trunk she’d hid in. Whether she’d suffocated or starved was unknown, but her face was frozen in a scream.

It was past ten in the evening. I thought I was the only passenger on the bus, but I heard children’s voices from behind. The children were apparently talking about a ghost story.

Child A: “…. and if you turn around, the ghost will snatch you away and carry you to the afterworld!”

I recognized the voice. I often saw these children on the same bus after work. They went to a cram school.

Child B: “Then that’s easy. All you have to do is make sure you don’t turn around.”

Child A: “Yes, but I heard you can’t help but turn around. The ghost would try all sorts of tricks on you to get you turn around.”

It was nearly the bus stop where these two usually got off, but it looked like they didn’t notice it. I thought I should warn them because I didn’t want them to go home late. So I turned around and said, “you are getting off here aren’t you?”

Child A: “See, I told you so.”

A few years ago I suddenly remembered about a village I once visited. It was a friendly little village I discovered by chance while travelling alone. I stayed there overnight and received a most heart-warming welcome. For some reason I don’t know, I felt an urge to go there again.

I have good memory and was pretty confident that I remembered the way to get there. Once near the village I spotted a familiar sign post from my car; which, if my memory was right, should have read “___km to __(the village’s name).” But strangely enough all there was on the sign were the words “The Big-Head O”. I had a bad feeling when I saw it but I still decided to drive on.

When I arrived at the village I found it deserted and the buildings were covered in weeds. I was deeply puzzled and was about to get off the car when I saw, about 20 metres ahead of me, something that looked like a human with a very large head looming out of the bushes.

What? What is this? While I was trying to process what was going on I saw other similar creatures coming out all around me; moreover, they started to come after me moving in a grotesque manner, with their hands lying still against their legs and their large heads swinging side to side…

I was glad I hadn’t left the car.

I let the car run backwards at lightning speed and joined the main road. Afterwards I checked my map but the location of the village I visited a few years ago and the place I went on that day were unmistakeably one and the same. However I don’t think I will dare to go there ever again.

The images we see in the mirror are the pure incarnates of evil. They are only allowed to exist in the area reflected in the glass. To them, life is like a never-ending hell, rotting away in the same room day after day. The only refuse from this purgatory is death, and the only way for them to die, sad to say, is if YOU die. Fortunately, they are bound by a code. You are their master, and they must mirror your every movement and expression. To do otherwise would break an unbreakable law, unraveling the space-time continuum. However, there is a loophole, and it can only be triggered by you, the master. To force them into error is to free them from their contract; after you let them out of your view, you’re on your own. Know this: when you watch them, they’re watching you back. They’re watching.

And they’re thinking.

It’s a simple enough thing. It’s all a part of the body’s sleep processes. Sleep Paralysis, right? No big deal, really. Your body produces a chemical that paralyzes your body during R.E.M sleep to prevent you from hurting yourself by thrashing about during your dreams. No big deal.

Okay, so, you opened your eyes and you can’t move your body. It’s the chemicals. Oh, you can keep trying to wriggle those toes, but it’s not happening. Forget it. Just relax. It’ll go away. It’s fine. It’s normal.

Oh, now there’s something pressing on your chest, real hard, it’s making it hard to breath. It’s heavy, so very heavy, whatever’s on your chest. Chemicals. It’s all chemicals. Stop trying to scream, it won’t work. Your throat muscles are paralyzed too. You still can’t breath.

You are staring at a blank ceiling, you can’t stare anywhere else. Shadows flit across your vision, forming shapes you try not to think about. A clawed hand, a flash of jagged, shadowy teeth. All images from your subconscious. A face forming above yours, leering through black void eyes. You think you
hear sibilant whispering. Angry hissing, like a snake that’s been disturbed.

Suddenly, a sharp white light briefly flares in the room as a car pulls down the street, dispelling the shadows. The weight is gone. You can breath, your hands clench sheets.

You feel an eternity has passed by but it was all the work of a moment. You wriggle, just to prove to yourself you can. You sit up, take a deep breath and then laugh a little at yourself. Sleep Paralysis. Stupid.

You turn to shake your spouse awake, eager to share your experience. You feel paralyzed again, but it has nothing to do with Sleep Paralysis. You stare at the blood, the jagged wound in her throat, her wide, staring eyes, mouth opened in soundless scream.

You survived your Old Hag Syndrome.

She didn’t.

I live i a small country side with shopping mall near by at nite, one of the day i went to shopping, when i reach the shopping mall basment out of no where this evil rush out bitting people, the people got biten up will transform into the evil (something like virus). Most of the human affected, some were running for life and screaming in horror.
Police and special force were arrange and close dwn the mall of the basement, but they did not believe on evil. people live near the mall were in horror too and most of them moved out. Only in the morning everything is nomarl.
Next morning I went to the mall again with my special gun which will attack the evil for my protection. I went with a friend and in the food count meet with this guy when i secord school time admire appear. he did not recongnise me, but my friend that i bring alone knw him. end up we fight the evil together.

oK so basicaly its like this. youare at a friends house for like the night or watever and then you guys are making out on the couch (yeah!) and then like.. her dad calls on the phone and says “no i she likes it more if you use the other hand… yeah” and your alllike “oh dude your dad is trying to give me advice on how to diddle you” and then she’s like… “i don’t have a dad..” or whatever… but what!? WHO WAS PHONE?

i believe you mean

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”. THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

>>822039
lol at TART

MORE COPY PASTA!~

High-resolution picture is here: http://www.rumdesign.com/wrong/

You stand solemnly in the small dining room of your new house

It's been sixteen years since you've last moved. Of course, you would be reluctant to just pack up your bags and leave, but it couldn't be helped. So you're homesick. Big deal. But something puts you off about this house. Something you only noticed this very moment. It didn't appear discomforting when you were first saw it, but now it does. Oh yes, you don't like this house one bit.

The room is whitewashed; furnished with the fine antiques of your old house. There are two windows in the back right and back left corners, with an odd painting sitting between them. In the middle of this room lay the antique dining table, with seating for four, adorned with tablewear moved over from your last house. An elegant display-- nothing suspicious about it at all. To the left of the table sits a drawer. This drawer is very special to you...it was given to you as a present from your mother the week before she died. Atop that very drawer sits a small bonsai plant, some candles, and a collection of pictures of your mother. In the far right corner of the room is a cheap white radiator and your dog's watering dish. Odd then, that you wouldn't find your dog anywhere in this room...

...he stands behind you, quivering in fear.

He directs his gaze at the windows, then at the radiator, and then at the dresser, and finally at the table. He turns to run, but can't. He is too fiercely enthralled by the horror of this room. He then directs his attention to the painting between the windows. It is a simple painting of a long, winding street smack in the middle of an old, snowy town. But there's something wrong here. Just on the right-hand side of the road sits an odd reflection of light...

You hold your dog for a minute and follow his gaze about the room. Can you find what's wrong with this picture?

>>823908
Do you really believe the original screamer still tri/x/ people?

You find a post-it note on your bathroom mirror, "Welcome back. We missed watching you sleep."

Does anyone have that iodine room creepy pasta?

This is not a random post. This is not a coincidence. I put this here because I know that right now you will be reading it. No one can see this post except for you.

There is a monster in your home. It is there right now and it is waiting to kill you. It will kill you tonight. I can save you.

Go to a mirror. That in there, that’s me. Turn off all the lights except for the dimmest one; too much light screws it up. Take your arms, put them straight out, and put them up against mine, through the glass. Do your best to relax, and when you are ready, close your eyes. Count to three and then I will pull you through to safety. We can work out what to do next once you’re in.

Again, this is not a random post. It is for YOU. You need to do this before the next hour turns or you will die.

I’m waiting.

...

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.

But everyone misses you.

>>821802
This is my all time favorite copypasta ever.

Arcades are getting more and more rare, but if you look around long enough you'll find one and if you're lucky you'll find one of the older ones. they usually keep them in the back and you'll often see the classics: Galaga, Pac Man, Pong, Asteroids. But in almost every old arcade you'll find a strange old cabinet you've never seen before. If you search on the internet, you'll find no references to it nor will it be mentioned in any library.

If you are curious enough to play, put in a quarter. The simple graphics and addictive gameplay will remind you of a simpler time, but the game will be difficult and your character will die. You'll notice you have another life, so you play again.

And again.

and again.

you begin to feel tired after some time and decide to call it a day. You look down at your hands and see the fingertips have worn clean down to the bone. You look at your reflection in the plastic and your face looks withered, your hair looks much longer. You look at the floor and see the carpet has been torn up except for 2 squares where your feet were. Your muscles ache and suddenly the intense pain in your hands becomes aparent. You stumble towards the door only to see it, along with the windows have been boarded up. You look through the cracks and see nothing. no other buildings, no roads, no trees or water. nothing but dust.

Games are a good way to waste a little time, but that one is a bad way to waste all of it.

>>821628
Ok, I hear whispers.... OH SHIT MY CLOTHES

>>823927
i read that.

and i'm not YOU.

feel better?

>>823967
...I just baww'd.

>>821763
Neil Gaiman, fuck yeah.

the inner workings of the human mind are still mysterious. Science can tell us with some accuracy how the brain interprets the world and stores memories. Science has no answer, however, how the mind is able to create things.

The ability to create, something unique to man, is something a handfull of neurologists believe they understand. The theory is called the holographic mind.

In much the same way a hologram can take a beam of light and filter it to create a three-dimensional image on a 2 dimensional plane, the brain acts as a filter and sifts through some great cosmic consciousness.

The researchers began to get excited because every scientific discovery that has ever been or will ever be was out there somewhere, but then they realized something worse.

In addition to every good thought and invention, there was every perverse thought, every violent fantasy, every horrible murder. Every gory thought or evil notion was out there. it was all real.

and it's all just being filtered.

through you.

>>824020
COMMENCING TO OPEN MY MENTAL FIREWALL IN
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2
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In Portland, Oregon in 1981, an unheard-of new arcade game appeared in several suburbs, something of a rarity at the time. This game was called "Polybius". The game proved to be incredibly popular, to the point of addiction, and queues formed around the machines, quickly followed by clusters of visits from men in black. Rather than the usual marketing data collected by company visitors to arcade machines, they collected some unknown data, allegedly testing responses to the psychoactive machines. The players themselves suffered from a series of unpleasant side-effects — amnesia, insomnia, nightmares, night terrors, and suicide appearing as having been caused by the game in various versions of the legend. Some players stopped playing video games, while it is reported that one became an anti-gaming activist.

So how does it feel to be INCESTED?!?!!

>>821786
Im not one to play the race card but jesus that was blatantly racist ahaha.

Oh Barbara, how your scarlet lips taunt me so, up upon my wall so majestically you hang. They do not know the beauty of our relationship, they only view it with horror in their eyes. Tonight I propose that we have a feast of celebration in the name of our undying love. You enjoy my excellence, do you not? Let us feast for I have just finished putting the bandage on your hand. And how delicious that limb was. This will be our last meal together until they come for me, they will come and try to take me, take me to their home. They don't appreciate our love for each other but do not fear, you will always remain in my heart Barbara. And lo, I hear a knock upon my furnished door! They have come to join us for our feast. I will tempt them with your beautiful leg. Then they will know how I feel for you, then they will understand my lust for you. The knock rings again yet I fear to open the barricade. A loud bang on my door, oh I do hope they don't ruin it. And how hasty they were, my door swings open with a loud crash, look at their faces. Oh the love that they witnessed! They are quite generous, giving me a elegant coat to wear, perhaps they wish for me to look good on this occasion. I must now leave you for they are making haste, we are going to the grand ball. I will leave you Barbara for the time being. Wait for me my love, for I will always wait for you.

I like the feeling you get when you twist and crack your back but it's always a shame that you can't just continue that feeling.
You always have to wait a few hours in order to do it once more. Well one day I was a bit bored, I wanted to test my boundries so I grasped the back of my chair and began to twist.
I recieved the pleasent feeling at first, the slight cracks could be heard, so I went further, that time I heard a pop. It didn't bother me any so I went further, this time I could see directly behind me.
This wasn't my limit yet. I decided to go even further, this time I felt a hard pressure and then my bone emerged from my flesh. I never knew how beautful and how white bones were.
I wanted to see more so I twisted further to look straight forward again, this time I had five little beauty marks showing. I decided to show my wife so that she could appreciate them.
Well I can say that she wasn't as positive as I was, in fact, she downright fainted. Oh well, let's see if we can show some of her beauty.

>>824071
That seriously was the creepiest thing in this thread. I dunno why.

>>823910
yes, because due to my durnkness thats the second time ive fallen for it

anyone got the creepypasta about movements behind you and peripheral vision?

>>821730
that is a story written by a real author (french, I believe) during the 19th century

A couple was sitting in a movie theatre watching a scary movie, and the female of the group wasn’t having a good time. She’d obviously been bored out of her mind. It’d been a late showing, so there was practically no one there and the room was dead silent except for the screening. About an hour into the show, she feels a drop on her hand.

Ignoring it, she quickly shakes off the feeling and continues to watch the movie, trying to enjoy it. Another drop lands on her hand and furious now, she hits her boyfriend, thinking that he'd purposely been messing with her, be it spitting or throwing water on her. He doesn't move. She pushes him harder this time, throwing in some obscenities, and to her horror, a red line that she hadn't noticed until now, starts to seep red and then fall off.

Horrified, she lets out a silent scream and that's when she feels the drip again. Looking at her hand, she can barely make out the color of the liquid, but it's red. Nervously, she looks up and is shocked to find a body hanging directly above her, it's neck tied within a noose and the stomach torn open.

>>824117
that one was awesome

85763649

>>821674
heh, damn! that one got to me.

>>821802
hmm? moar on this.

>>824597
No.
NO.

>>821730
I have seen a different version of that, the ribbon was red and it was pulled off in kindergarten

>>824597
Just to cover part of my ass:

YOU WILL PROSPER AND HAVE AN 8 INCH DICK

>>824597
I realize that there are 8 digits, but I have no idea what they are since I didn't read them.
HA!

>>824224
this sounds like a 5 year old wrote this.

So this guy was trying to cut corn but the corn wouldn't stop o god he said and then he was died. BUT WHO wAS CORN?

>>821851
Have you read "The Procedure" by Harry Mulish?

>>824071

*shudder*

ONCE THERE WAS A GUY AND HE WAS LIKE OKAY AND I WAS LIKE YEAH

IF YOU DON'T POST THIS IN 5 OTHER THREADS WITHIN 3 SECONDS, YOU ARE A JEW

>>824071
feels awesome.

Ever wodered why they call it ''wincest''?

They can see you through your television screen. They watch your every move. They document your every experience. All of their files is stored in a box with your name and number on it. They want to finish their file. They want to finish. They wont stop.

>>821819

I didn't see much the first time, but then I watched it more and I saw these figures that seemed to hide behind something when the camera would move towards it.
Weird.

>>821680
NO IT SAYS:
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>>821759
Whats the message board?

Fuck you /x/. Fuck you.

>>823927
please tell me someone else sees this...
you picked a bad time to creep me out...
*fetal position*

Read what? That's just a string of numbers

>>826174
Yea, I don't see anything either.

>>823927
As I was reading that, my bathroom mirror just made this loud metallic popping sound.

OH LOL.

>>826174

copypaste what you see, please?

>>821763

Neil Gaiman's "Nicolas Was" short story [super short, obviously]. Amazing author.

>>826174
Huh? post 000000 doesn't exist... so no.

>>821730
Wow, I haven't seen this on /x/ before but I remember reading this in a ghost stories book I checked out from my elementary school library when I was in first grade, except the ribbon was red and the story just ended after her head fell off.

>>826174

See what? That number's not hyperlinked.

>>824103
>>821786

The (original?) version set on the London underground is better. Reads better, too.

>>821730
I saw it in some anthology book when I was like 8,

thank you for helping me remember

Original Content
The average human being only uses 5-7% of the brains capability over their whole life. This contains every memory, every language, every sight ever seen, and the ability to create new ideas. What if we never learn anything, that we just remember what we already knew, that every brain knows everything and just needs the right key to unlock it.

>>821768

I love this creepypasta because there is a large mirror right behind my computer.

>>826652
GET YOUR INFORMATION RIGHT, AND NOT FROM OLD WIVES TALES!

that's whole 'we only use 5% of our brains' story was 'debunked' as we use a shitload more of our brains, and different areas are specified to different actions, thoughts, memories, etc.

NO ONE BUYS YOUR FAKIPASTA!

>>826072
I saw someone crouched and swaying side to side, kind of a partially transparent man shape.
At about :46

>>826680

whatever

>>826652
Fact: Your brain is also 40% fatty substances and a whole lot more of it's water.

Item #: SCP-998

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-998's containment cell is to be locked at all times. Personnel shouldn't look into SCP-998's eyes in any form or fashion at all costs. SCP-998's containment cell is observed on closed circuit video feed with a 10 second delay. Three armed guards are stationed outside of SCP-998's containment cell.

Description: SCP-998 appears to be a short Italian man with pale skin, brown hair, and a mustache. SCP-998 wears a green suit with overalls, and a green hat with an "L" insignia on it. SCP-998 is specualted to have been a plumber in his past. SCP-998 possesses super-human strength and agility, although it rarely uses this to attack personnel. SCP-998 will, however attack any animals released into its cell, escpecially turtles. SCP-998 prefers to kill by crushing the animals. SCP-998 will never speak. SCP-998 will remain stationary unless it attacks something.

When personnel look into SCP-998's eyes, its gaze will instantly paralyze personnel. It then will either kill personnel via a variety of ways(mainly brain hemmorhage), or transform them into SCP-998. It has been known to rupture souls and devour minds.

Since SCP-998 has no known form of biological reproduction as we know it, he uses his disturbing gaze to convert personnel into clones of himself.

SCP-998 was discovered into Nairobi, Kenya. There are 146 copies of SCP-998 now in existence, though those copies are unable to create copies as the original can.

>>826680

lol ragefag (key word is fag) get a life

>>827477

>>827477
damn

>>827477

WEEGEE

>>827477

That doesn't make sense, though, Luigi's not short.

One school day, a boy named Tom Krozner was sitting in class and doing math. It was six minutes before the bell. while he was day dreaming, 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 time to go home, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it, even though he didn't think any one else had seen 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 nails tapping on glass. 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.

>>827526

Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He was led down his stairs, out the door. and across his lawn. He then started to go across the street. he couldn't do anything but follow the noise, it was like a trance. when he got into the middle of the street, A car coming around the corner struck and killed him. He lay dead with the picture in his hand.

The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. As he was picking up the boy to bring him in the nearest home for help, he Suddenly saw the picture and picked it up. The driver smiled despite what was happening. He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers…

>>827526
>>827531
original content? i do not recognize it