>>855500

Plzzzz tell me the name of that movie

bump for great justice

In 1997, in Chechnya, SSG Pyotr Vasiliev and 5 other men were tasked with inspecting a building allegedly used by separatists as a weapons storehouse. They entered the building through two separate entrances, and secured all floors, without encountering any resistance. The building was deserted, and there were no enemies inside. While two men guarded the approaches to a building, the rest searched all the floors and found, in addition to 400 kg of cocaine and 600 kg of hashish, 50 Norinco 86S assault rifles, 200 tokarev T33 Automatics, 120 AK-47 assault rifles, 150 kg of C4 plastic explosives, 300 electric fuses, and the equivalent of USD $2,572,760 in various international currency. They also noticed that the basement and sections of the first floor had unusual amounts of matter resembling blood or feces on the floor, and a large, vaguely humanoid but significantly deformed "statue" constructed out of a heavy material was discovered resting underneath a broken sink. They cracked open the object and discovered a significant amount of contraband materials inside it, with a value exceeding USD $69,400. The Chechens had been planning to use them to generate funds for their acts of terror.

I don't know if any of you have ever spent any time in prison but I was locked up for 16 months back in 1986.
When they assigned me to my cell and walked me in, I saw my cell mate standing against the wall eyeballing me. He didn't have any belongings in the cell which was good, it meant I'd have more room for my own stuff.
Throughout the entire 16 months he never said a word to me. No matter how much I tried to start up a conversation he would never respond.
I never saw him out on the yard either but, in this particular prison, yard time was scheduled in shifts according to your name, just like meal time. I always assumed that he would do things whenever I was out on the yard or at chow because, otherwise, I never saw him do anything other than sit.
Upon my release, I said goodbye to him and, of course, he didn't say anything.
I turned to the guard escorting me out and I said "Well, I sure did like my cell mate. I never heard so much as a peep out of him."
He laughed. Then he turned to me and said "Yeah, how did you like having the whole cell to yourself? With the new prison up in Sandusky, we've got enough room to give everybody their own cells."
Needless to say, I shat bri/x/.

I was in my friend's yard once at night when we were about 12. We were just throwing a glow-in-the-dark frisbee and poking around in the bushes.
Suddenly, at the SAME TIME, despite no sound being make or anything, we both looked at the same spot into the woods near her house. We could see nothing. We could hear nothing. We said nothing to each other. We both just suddenly looked at that spot and then, without and signal making to each other, we both ran into the house as fast as possible.
We compared stories later. We both sensed the same thing but heard nor saw anything: Someone/thing was in the woods right there, coming towards us, and it was bad. That's all we knew.

Now... this one is pretty long, so bear with me:


About six months ago, my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the Benton Park neighborhood of St. Louis. About two weeks after we move in, her grandfather, who raised her, has a fucking stroke, and she ends up going home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. She was living with him full time until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice.
Anyway, I'd been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a year. It's beautiful, newly remodeled, double paned windows, great insulation. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. It's got a couple of weird things about it, as you'll see. There's only four units in the building, on the second and third floors. We're on the top floor.
The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. The walls and floors are paper thin. I could hear every word of my downstairs neighbors conversation at all times. I know when they take a shower, I know when they fuck. And I'm sure they know the same about us. It's weird, the more info we had on eachother, the less we wanted to actually know each other.
They moved out six weeks ago. Then the other two units went vacant a week later. It was kinda weird, but also kind of awesome. I could fnally stomp around, watch porn and play rock band at full volume.
(cont)

About four weeks ago, it got wierd. It was about 1 am, and I was going to bed, and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs. Really quiet at first, but sustained. It sounded halfway between a hushed conversation, with only one person talking, and small motor running. Just a babbling, not quite regular drone. Freaked me out at first, but I rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refridgerator downstairs. Something I'd never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring. I learned to live with it, as it rose and fell every evening. Pretty soon a steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. I know it sounds fucked up, but when you hear it every night for a while, you just make excuses for it.
Then I kept hearing boards creeking. It's spring, my first in this building, so I assumed it was just the old boards under the new drywall settling. Then one night, as I was brushing my teeth, there was a mighty dry thump, right behind me. I just about stabbed myself with my toothbrush. I stayed really still till I was sure there wasn't anyone in the house and then turned on all the lights in the house. This is when I noticed the peculiarity in the remodeling.

On the other side of the bathroom, where I heard the thump, is the hall closet. I open it up, and switch on the light, expecting a box to have fallen of the shelves, but it's all gravy inside. I tap on the wall between the closet and the bathroom, and it sounds oddly hollow. And I start to realize that the closet isn't as wide as I think it should be based on the bathroom. I pace it out with my feet, and then a tape measure just to confirm. Sure enough, there's about 30" of space inbetween the two walls that I thought were adjacent.
Again, rationaliztion time: Surely theres extra insulation there to keep the bathroom warm, or maybe walls are thicker than I imagined, becuase fuck, I've never built a house. So in this one thick wall, some huge fucking rat must have taken a tumble and freaked me out. No big deal. I felt a lot better at the time; even better when it was the first night in a while without that wierd noise below me.
So, everything is fine until last friday night. It's about two in the morning and I'm home late from the bar, not as drunk as I want and remembering that left all my clean laundry in the dryer before I went out. One thing sticks out as I climb the stairs: The door to the apartment below me is closed. It's been open since the neighbors vacated. I got kind of used to seeing an empty mirror image of my place every day when I walked past. Maybe the landlord was showing it to people today. Rationalize, rationalize, rationalize.

I bag up a small load of laundry and climb down the back porch steps to the laundry room, which is really just part of the garage, but the staircase in on the outside of the building and it gives each floor a little shared porch. I get down there, and into the little room, and I start bagging up all my clothes into this big black duffel bag.
Two things you should know about me at this point. I turn off every light when I leave a room. No matter what. My dad used to beat the shit out of me when the energy bill was a penny over the norm. And I also lock the door every time I go through it. Hell I even locked the back door when I went down to get my laundry.
I start back up the stairs and on the first flight I look up, straight to my bedroom window. The light is on. And there's a silhouette against the closed blinds.
I pissed myself a little and every hair on my neck snapped to fucking attention.
And then the light goes out. It happened in less than a second. Ten seconds later I'm still frozen in place, and trying to figure out if I just saw what I think I saw. Rationalization lost out, thank fucking god, and I snuck down the stairs and out through the garage. I called a cab and stood across the street from the building lookin at my living room window. About five minutes before the cab showed up, the venetian blinds parted slightly for a few seconds, like someone was looking down on me. Then nothing.
I stayed at a hotel that weekend, then a couple of buddies of mine came back with me on sunday to see how much stuff had been stolen.

It was all there. My laptop was still charging, my brand new plasma TV. The doors were locked. I moved it all out that afternoon. While my friends were with me, and I had the daylight on my side, I checked out the apartment below me.
The downstairs closet had the same abnormally thick wall.
Only someone had hammered through this wall, a big round jagged whole, exposing the tiny crawl space between.
And in this space flat against the wall, was a cheap hardware store ladder; leading up throught the darkness, to the space behind the walls, in my apartment.
I don't know how he got into my apartment from there, maybe throught the heating vents in my ceiling. I really don't give a shit. All I care about is never seeing that building again. I mailed my keys to the landlord, told the whole thing to a terminally disinterested cop. Done my part, moving on. Quit my shitty job, which might be the one good thing about this.
I'm typing this at a friends house on his wi-fi. I was going to take this convienent time to get the fuck out of dodge, and move in with my girlfriend and her grandpa, but he died two nights ago. Still think I'd like to head back into the country, but I guess this is like a clean slate for us.
I haven't told her yet, and I'm not sure if I will. Told her our landlord went apeshit and kicked me out. She's already got issues with security and I don't want to add to them.. But I don't ever want to live in an apartment, or hear people moving beneath my feet, or on the other side of a wall. Never again.

I have a sasquach in a deepfreezer.

>>855561
physical evidence or it didn't happen

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>>855590
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_Birds_(2004_film)

>>855615

Thanks

I think candle jack is pretty cre

Why is this thread suddenly about Candlejack? It's completely unrelat

Candlejack is always rela

Post moar creepy nao.

>>855615
was it any good? i mean the pic is always around here and pretty creepy.

>>855543

Someone explain please?

this

>>857070
OH GOD!

>>857070
MY EYES MY EYES!

>>856757

Hey, I've been looking for sauce on this for years. You got any?

>>857070
Animated version.

>>857130

That actually sent shivers down me spine.
Fuck.

>>857130
The normal version is bad so the animated version is going to be even worse. Woot.

anybody have a lightened version of it? its probably a clown mask or something lol

>>857156
No one probably wants to stare it long enough to do that haha.

>>857156
lightening it didn't do much. it is what it is.

>>857197

Fucking hell, it's even creepier lightened, somehow.

>>857197
Damn that just made it worse man.

>>857197
Hold me ;__;

>>857197
Thanks, i really didnt need to sleep this monthy anyway

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nMUcj0wuS8&feature=PlayList&p=01577BF2384C6E0C&index=10

>>857205
>>857207
>>857212
>>857213
Wussies, if anything, this proves how idiotic this is. A hallway that leads to the front of a house? Nice, totally NOT FAKE.

>>857234
Nobody thinks its real, stupid.

>>857234
No shit it's fake Shillock Homes.

>>857197

I will not open the thumbnail... I will not open the thumbnail..... I will not open the thumbnail...... ;_;

>>857197
it just looks like howdy doody now. or that puppet from pee-wee's playhouse.

I think im just used to seeing the gif. i guess.

>>857278

>shillock

>>855518
>matter resembling blood or feces on the floor, and a >large "statue" constructed out of a heavy material

SCP-173!!!

So.. is this a creepypasta thread and should I be posting creepypasta?

Or has this thread simply lapsed into failure.