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'Sup, /x/?
Can we have a genuinely good creepypasta thread?
Any type's fine, but I'd especially like the sort that mimics some type of scientific or federal report. I've always found those a lot more unnerving than the "ooooh, the ghosts in that room had crimson eyes, so the red paper was actually them looking at you through the key-hole OOOOOOH!!!". Stuff like the creepy rock-golem report is the kind of stuff I'm looking for.

Also, I'm currently authoring some original creepypasta of my own, which I may or may not post in the course of the thread based on weather or not /x/ is open to reviewing and critiquing it for me.

Let it roll, /x/. Do what you do best.
>> Anonymous
>the sort that mimics some type of scientific or federal report.
Here you go:
>> Anonymous

>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
Lurk moar.
>> sno??uou?
You must be new here.
>> Anonymous
Item#: SCP-173
Special Containment Procedures: Item SPC-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than 3 may enter at
any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.
Description: Moved to Site19 1993. Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spraypaint. SCP-173 is animate extremely hostile.
The object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173. Personnel assigned to enter container are instructed to alert one another before blinking.
Object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personal are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.

Personnel report sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behaviour should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown. The enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.
>> Anonymous
anyone got the pic where the ass of this thing has a face, drawn in red on paint...LOL
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Twilight.
lmao I made that...
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous

Who in the world was staring long and hard enough at that things ass to notice that? I can hardly see it even when it's outlined.
>> Anonymous
me baby ;) me
>> Anonymous

You must be new here.
>> Anonymous

Oh, yeah, this..lots of stuff here, but you have to parse through all sorts of mundane ones. They even have reports of things like the Green Lanterns ring and other nonsense.
>> Anonymous
Anbody got the report on the videotape found in a well of the woman putting herself in an oven and videotaping it?
>> Anonymous

do want
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
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 labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm’s well (which had apparently 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 point at the oven for another 45 minutes until the batteries apparently 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 body of the woman on the tape did not in any way resemble the body of the woman found in the oven.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
>> Anonymous
/r/ing more like this.
SCP is okay, but the Federal Crime Report style is a lot more eerie.
>> Anonymous
....That makes the OP image a lot less creepy.
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
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.
>> Anonymous
Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands
on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read
everything the store had to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had
anything the boy had never checked out. The owner said why, yes, I do, and pulled
out a book called “Death”. He gladly sold it to the boy at a discounted price of 50$.

However, he warned the boy, never to read the front page. Well, the boy returned to his
house and read the book, and he was content. However, he always wondered, what could
be on that front page, it was always in the back of his mind. One day, the temptation
was too much for the boy, and he flipped to the very front of the book, and dropped the
book in HORROR.

There, in bold print, was MSRP 6.99$
>> Anonymous
Driving home at night, you notice that all the lights in your house/apartment are on. As
you park the car, they all turn off at the same time. The house is empty and the doors
are locked from the inside.

You check your watch. The big hand is on the 4, the little hand is on the 1. You’ll be
late for work.

At work, you find an email in your inbox. The sender is yourself. Puzzled, you open the
e-mail you apparently sent to yourself. Inside is the message “the out for watch watch.”

You look at your watch. The little hand is on the 4, the big hand is on the 1. You look
back at the screen. The fourth and first words have swapped places. “watch out for the
watch.” You look at your watch again.

Your watch is digital.

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

And I followed you home.

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

I’m not seen. I’m almost not-there in light. You never saw me that morning as I sat across from you at the breakfast table, a shiny red clot hanging from an empty tooth socket as I gaped grotesquely at you. I wonder sometimes if you know I’m there. I think you are aware, but you’ll never understand just how close I am.
>> Part Two Anonymous
I spend hours of your day doing nothing more than breathing in your ear.

Breathing – gagging, really.

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

Yes. You caught me staring occasionally. Your parents came running down to your room one night when you screamed. You were just beginning to talk, so you were only able to cry out “Man! Man in my room!” You thought you’d never forget the sight of me, with my collapsed jaw hanging to my chest, swinging back and forth. I sank back into your closet and your mother was unable to see me though you pointed and pointed and pointed. You thought you’d never forget when they left that same night. You saw the closet door crack so softly and me crawling across the floor to your bed on all fours, shambling in jerking movements as I pushed myself under your bed on disjointed limbs.
>> Part Three Anonymous
You learned a new word for me: boogeyman. Not quite the monster you thought I was. I’m just waiting and following you always, touching your face with my knotted fingers as you sleep.

You’ll see me again soon. Any day now, I’m coming, blunt and brutal. One day you’ll walk across the road and – I believe I’ll plow into you with loud roar and a screech.

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

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

You’ll see me approaching.

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

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

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

And I am always with you.

I am your guardian angel.
>> Anonymous
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.
>> Anonymous
Eh... I suppose /thread. I was trying to keep it alive, but no such luck.
>> Anonymous
Oh, this looks like one that OP would like.
Chief Scientist’s Log 12/7/2007 12:31 AM

A new find was brought into the lab today. Men working the demolition of a condemned warehouse at this facility discovered a rusty oil barrel that seemed to exude cold. Preliminary electromagnetic field readings yielded chaotic data before the equipment died. Barrel appears to be constructed of stainless steel and, again, radiates cold.

13/7/2007 9:00 PM

We opened the barrel today inside a sealed chamber. Chamber immediately frosted over. Unidentified entity found within the barrel. Appears to be gaseous and black. Indeed, the very light surrounding it appears to be “sucked in” by it’s presence. Appears to be sentient, but does not communicate in any understood way. Biological matter that comes into contact with the Entity seems to disintegrate.

14/7/2007 10:11 AM

An intern entered the sealed chamber alone today, without his hazard suit. He was not seen again. The Entity has double in size since being released from containment. Has become aggressive. We are sealing off the chamber immediately in light of it’s flesh-consuming properties and rapid growth. All research is halted.

14/7/2007 11:00 AM

It’s gone. God help us, it’s escaped.
>> Anonymous
OP, there's a thread about "subjects" over here...

>> Anonymous

I'm going to use these as spoken lyrics in a dark ambient song. I love you, anon.
>> Anonymous
I've never quite understood the point of that one. It's pretty mindfucky, but to what end? Does the watch grow teeth and bite off his wrist or something?
>> yaya Anonymous
personally, if i woke up in a room witht that think that OP posted, id shit. alot.
>> Wenzelhummel
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.
>> Anonymous
When I was 15, I spent the summer at my aunt and uncles house on the coast of lake michigan. They have one kid, my cousin Tyler, who at the time was 6. I was sharing a room with my cousin; it was his room and i was sleeping on an air mattress.

My cousin has always been known in our family for how much he sleepwalks. Sometimes my aunt and uncle would catch him walking around the house in the middle of the night, and sometimes he would even manage to get outside and pass out in the front lawn. He would never remember doing it though, so my family would always tease him for it.
>> Anonymous
Anyway, one night, probably around 4 in the morning, I woke up because I heard a noise in our room. I looked over at my cousin's bed and saw him standing over his desk, hands clumsily bumping into his stuff and rustling about. I said out loud, "Tyler, what are you doing?" but he didn't respond. I realized he must have been sleepwalking, so I got out of bed. I walked up to him saying, "Tyler, wake up buddy, you're sleepwalking" and put my hand gently on his shoulder. As soon as my hand touched him he DROPPED to the floor, as if he had been knocked out cold. I freaked out because I thought something had happened, but he was responsive again and he appeared to be okay. I told him he had been sleepwalking and about how he fell to the ground. He mumbled something about being sorry and crawled back into bed, so I said fuck it and went back to bed as well.

The next morning I told my aunt about what had happened. When I told her about how he dropped to the floor, she smiled and said that happened a lot. Whenever she or my uncle found him sleepwalking, he always did the same thing. This made me feel a little better, as the night before had pretty much freaked me out.
>> Anonymous
I never brought it up with Tyler, and things seemed to be back to normal. I did however check out his desk a few days later to see what he had been messing with in his sleep. There were a couple old magazines, some various school suplies...and a pair of scissors. The scissors really stuck out to me, because this kid was really young, and I really couldn't think of a reason why his parents would allow him to have them in his room.

It was my last few days at my aunt and uncles house. My parents bought me a plane ticket home for Sunday morning, so come Saturday I had all my things packed in the car and ready to go. Tyler was especially sad to see me go, as we had become really close friends over the summer. Saturday night, I told Tyler goodnight and crawled under the covers of the air mattress.
>> Anonymous
I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. I had been having a bad dream, but I couldn't remember what had happened. As I lay there in a cold sweat, trying to go back to sleep, I felt uneasy. I noticed that my cousin was breathing really heavily behind me, much heavier than someone who was sleeping. I rolled over to my left, and I saw my cousin sitting upright on the edge of his bed...apparently staring at me.

"What the hell Tyler, why are you awake?" I mumbled while rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. He didn't answer. I sat up and repeated "Tyler! why are you--" I stopped dead in the middle of my sentence. Tyler's eyelids were only half open, and his eyes were rolled up into the back of his head. His mouth was twisted into an unnatural smile, as if he was smiling as hard as he possibly could. I looked at his lap, and he was clutching the scissors from his desk so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He wouldn't respond to anything I said...he just kept breathing loudly, slightly swaying back and forth. I ran up to him and grabbed his arm, desperately trying to get him to snap out of it. The second I touched him his eyes shot open and he took a huge gasping breath, like someone who had just been scared shitless. For at least 10 seconds we just stood there, frozen in fear, staring at one another and shaking. He told me he had been having a bad dream, but he couldn't remember what had happened. I took the scissors from him and told him to go back to bed.
>> Anonymous
I spent the rest of the night wide fucking awake, staring at this kid. I didn't dare turn my back on him. Morning finally came, and it was my time to leave. Tyler and I never told anybody about what happened that night, and I have not spoken with him about it since.
>> Anonymous
I've never understood this one.
>> Anonymous
Thread looks like it's dead. Anyone want to repost the copypasta?
>> Anonymous
dude, its scp. shitty crapfilled piss. get over it.
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
OP here.
Wow. Some of these are pretty shitty, but a lot of them are fucking awesome.
Is /x/ interested in critiquing my homebrew creepypasta? Granted, it's still under construction and it's relatively long, but is /x/ willing to play judge for me?
>> Anonymous
fuck off, he saw the hands on his watch but it was digital, thats why its a mindfuck.
>> Anonymous
I am a psychic: they will fall under the first category.
>> Anonymous
>> Anonymous
ahhhhh i'm kidding, go for it. We might get a gem in this ocean of shit.
>> Anonymous
     File :-(, x)
Okay, again, under construction. Going to add a preface something along the lines of "This is a scientific report by the blah blah blah of the paranormal research", "names have been changed or left out to protect the innocent", etc.

August of 2005
Motorists recorded mentioning that they are stricken with an odd sense of “uneasiness” when driving past the roadside creek and its descending hill. These have continued when inquired of motorists who use the road in question up to this day.

February 16th, 2006
Woman claims that on this day while driving past the roadside creek in question, she remembers her 6-year-old daughter making a strangely steadfast claim that she saw a “tall scary man” standing on the roadside. The woman says she saw no man on the roadside at the time.

May 22nd, 2006
Motorist reports seeing an odd man standing on the side of the road near the creek during his early morning commute. At 5:53 AM, it was still dark and hard to see any finer details, but the man was able to describe the figure as a generally tall and lean male, apparently with some sort of foreign object(s) or device(s) in or around his mouth. The man was somewhat offput by this sighting, and remembers that after passing the figure, he could not see him when he looked back in his rear-view mirror.
>> Anonymous
When walking outside at night, always look straight ahead. Never once should your eyes move to the left or to the right, for it is in the veil of darkness that he hunts his prey. He stalks them, following behind them step by step. As he makes his move he will approach you from whichever side he deems appropriate, it is at this time that you MUST look straight ahead. No matter how much your senses are screaming for you to look at him you must ignore him, for he finds the flesh of those who are able to see him simply irresistable.
>> Anonymous
September 12th, 2006
Human remains found in roadside runoff creek. The corpse was stabbed an excessive number of times in the chest, last numbered to be at least 44 times by the coroner’s report, and featured long lacerations running along its remaining limbs. Its left arm was completely severed at the shoulder, and was found about 30 ft. away from the original body, further into the creek. The corpse was completely missing its head; its exposed neck apparently having been completely severed by multiple swings or sawings of one or several sharp or sawing implements. The stab-wounds in the chest were apparently made using a variety of different stabbing-implements ranging in sharpness and size. The differences in each cut indicate that at least 5, possibly 6 or 7 different stabbing-implements were used.
The corpse was male, wearing an inexpensive jogging-suit and an older pair of sneakers. Police state that their best guess is that it might have been a random act of violence, the victim possibly being a homeless man.
Autopsy reports indicate that the murder had taken place 1 to 2 days prior to the body being discovered, but despite being exposed to the elements for more than 24 hours sitting in a wet creek in late-summer, the remains show relatively little decay and attract almost no insects, with a medical-technician commenting that they “seem fresher than they are”.
>> Anonymous
September 13th, 2006
The area’s local news station does a report on the crime on location at the crime-scene. The total footage recorded and aired lasted 5 minutes and 38 seconds. Upon review of the taping, at 2 minutes and 24 seconds into the recording, the edge of a foreign object can be seen in the bottom-right corner of the camera’s view, for about 6 seconds. Though hard to tell, enhancement of the footage reveals it to be what looks like the tip-end of a knife, likely a wider stainless-steel kitchen-knife, being momentarily poked into the shot. The news-crew taping the report are completely unable to account for why the object might be in the footage, as none of their equipment could be confused for a knife, and the crew had a member on each side of the camera out of the shot to keep anyone from walking or accidentally pushing equipment onscreen (as is protocol for live newsbroadcasts).

September 15th, 2006
Police identify the body found in the creek as Jonas Myers, a 29-year-old employee of the local Kinko’s with few acquaintances or social-ties. As such, Myers wasn’t identified as a missing-person up until this point, with his employers being the only ones to notice he was missing when he stopped coming in for work, starting with the morning of the 10th.
Myers has no criminal background aside from a one or two misdemeanor charges from high school.
As to why Myers was at the location where his body was found, there is little to go on, but it is assumed he was going to begin a jogging-route that went through the area, as one of his coworkers claimed to have once heard him say he wanted to get more exercise.
>> Anonymous
September 17th, 2006
In a reinvestigation of the area, Police find the victim’s previously missing head. Due to the severity of the crime, the area had been completely combed-over multiple times by investigators, so there is no practical chance that the head was accidentally missed. In addition, the head was found in plain sight, 50 ft. from where the original body was, sitting in the underside-supports of a small, 5 ft. tall concrete bridge that continued the road over the curve of the creek. It would have been impossible for the investigators to have missed this prior, meaning the perpetrator had to have secretly returned to the scene of the crime at some point.
Oddly enough, just like the body, the head shows very few signs of decomposition and attracts almost no insects.

September 18th, 2006
An investigator who was at the crime scene the day prior during the recovery of the head comes forward and claims to have several times heard labored breathing coming from somewhere behind him when there was no one there while on duty at the creek. He describes the breathing as strained, with the air wheezing as the person inhales and exhales, as if something only semi-permeable to air had been stuffed into the person’s mouth.
The investigator is relieved from duty on the case and chooses to take several days off from work before returning.
>> Anonymous
September 27th, 2006
A motorist driving by the creek at night reports seeing several odd glaring points of reflected light near each other as she passed in her car. Though unable to tell what it was, it was very faint at a very small singular point at about eye-level in height, as if somebody had been standing there in the darkness holding something metallic up to their face.
>> Anonymous
October 3rd, 2006
A man reports being accosted by a knife-wielding man while walking home from a bar. The man was fairly intoxicated, but not to the point of blatant hallucination, so it was hard to completely dismiss his claims. The man left the bar and began walking home at around 2:30 AM in the city, 6 miles from the crime-scene/location where Myer’s remains were found.
The man reports that as he walked, he encountered a man standing silent in the middle of the side-walk with his head hanging low. The attacker then pulled out a knife and moved toward the man, backing him up against the side of a building. The man pleaded and called for help, but as soon as his eyes darted back to his attacker he had suddenly disappeared. There one split-second, gone the next. The man gave his assailant a horrific description, having seen him fairly up-close and face to face. He claims the attacker had what appeared to be knives shoved into his mouth; surprisingly large numbers of them and many different types; most with the handles sticking out of his mouth. Several knives on the outer edges were pushing into his lips or splitting his cheeks, but the skin on his face was holding together well enough to keep them in place. Dark, thick blood had apparently dripped from his mouth down his chin and neck. The attacker apparently also had a few knives stuck in him in other places, such as one or two being stabbed into his arms and legs, as well as one in his left shoulder.
>> Anonymous
The man was accosted with a 6-inch straight-blade, but reports the knives he saw in his attacker to be extremely varied, including larger kitchen-knives, steak-knives, switch-blades, pairs of scissors, pocket-knives, long needles and several others, also noticing he had a large pair of scissors lodged in his right fore-arm hanging downwards. The attacker also had unnaturally grayed skin, blood in his bangs, and was wearing a pair of jeans and a white tee-shirt, both of which had tears, holes and seemingly old blood-stains.
The man who reported being attacked was clearly disturbed by the incident, and though somewhat doubting his story himself, he did not go to sleep for 3 days after the event.
>> Anonymous
October 21st, 2006
Another incident similar to the one on February the 16th, though this time slightly earlier in the morning and now with a 5-year-old boy. While driving on this road, the boy made claims to his mother that they had passed a man on the side of the road where his mother had seen none. The boy described the man as tall, somewhat dark and “with spikys in his face”. The boy was somewhat off-put, but not terrified by what he saw, despite the implications of the description of “spikys in his face”.

November 2nd, 2006
Large, swirling columns of insects form on the creek around where the body was found. Comprised mostly of mosquitoes, dragonflies and other such insects commonly found near creeks, they show little to no interest in biting any humans that approach, and instead just continually swarm in loose, tree trunk-sized columns that go to about 6 feet above the surface of the water. No cause such as organic matter beneath the surface of the water or any foreign matter within the creek can be found to explain this odd animal behavior. This continues for about 5 to 6 days.
>> Anonymous
January 10th, 2007
A couple who drove past the creek on their way home on this night find a medium-sized, semi-bloody kitchen-knife inserted into the crevasse of one of their mini-van’s side-doors once they arrive home and exit their vehicle. The knife was inserted into the slot formed by the door to the mini-van’s middle seats on the passenger’s side; the side that faced the creek when they drove home. They had never once stopped their car anywhere even close to the creek, and at any point while they were anywhere near the area were driving too fast for someone to have theoretically run up and inserted it. Upon identifying the object, they immediately alerted the authorities, and the knife was taken for examination. DNA tests on the blood residue found on the knife continually turn up inconclusive. Examination has determined the knife to be a medium-sized stainless-steel kitchen-knife produced by the KitchenWares corporation, a model that has been in production since 1973 and can still easily be found available in stores today. No identifiable finger-prints were found on the knife.

January 17th, 2007
The knife acquired as evidence from the incident on the 10th of this month inexplicably disappears from the evidence-container in the forensics lab it was being kept in. As with most buildings of this nature, it had heavy security-measures and there was no sign of break-in on the night it disappeared. Lab technicians and police are still unable to account for the object or why it disappeared.
>> Anonymous
And that's all I have so far. I plan to conclude it with the somewhat vague details of the entity's capture by the organization that wrote the report, and possibly follow it up with several similar but shorter reports on the capture of ghosts and the events leading up to it.
What does /x/ think?
>> Anonymous
In a small orphanage in a small village in Russia, there is a young boy. His hair is jet black, and messy, and he wears tattered jeans and an old dingy grey shirt.

Nothing is known of him. For 10 years, he sat in the bed in his room, never moving, never blinking, never eating or sleeping. In the 10 years, he has not seemed to age at all, continuing to look like a 7 year old boy. The only thing that proved he was alive is the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, and the refusal to take his eyes off anyone who enters the room alone.

A lone psychiatrist came over in an attempt to find out why the boy had done nothing in 10 years. He entered the room, and shut the door behind him.

30 minutes later, the orphanage's nurse came to check on the 2 of them. Opening the door, she saw the child, still sitting, still not moving, eyes fixed on her. However, something seemed different. He appeared a slight amount larger, not by much, but enough to make him look like a late 8 or early 9 year old. The psychiatrist was no longer in the room. The door was the only exit, as the room had no windows, vents, or anything, and it was, in fact, in the exact center of the orphanage.

He continued to sit, only seen occasionally by the lady who came in to check on him, and she never closed the door upon entry.

A week or so later, 2 law enforcement personnel entered the orphanage, demanding to speak to the boy about the disapearance of the psychiatrist. The 2 of them entered, closing the door behind him, as the head of the orphanage stood outside the door.
>> Anonymous
30 minutes passed, and not a sound came from the room. The Head eased the door open. The boy was still on the bed, but the officers where no longer there. The boy was know quite noticeably bigger, about the size of a 15 year old. His skin was darker than usual, and he looked angrier than ever. But one thing remained the same: His cold, unforgiving eyes that stared at whoever entered.

Eventually, the law organized a large group of 10 officers to speak to the boy. They entered the room, and left the door open, until one of the younger orphans ran up and shut it, apparently in a daze.

The head quickly ran to re-open the door, and upon doing so froze him in horror. A low rumbling noise came from the room....


If you return to that orphanage, you will see it still continues to run. The orphans live in good care, health, and education. However, there is one room, that you sill see is boarded up, and far from enterable. If you ask what is behind it, you will be removed forcefully from the orphanage.

However, when no one's looking, if you place you're ear to the door, you will hear a low ominous growling sound, and if you listen for a bit, you will hear....

>> Anonymous
thats wayyyy to much info lol creepypasta is usually like a post or 2 long, maybe 4. Thats more like a novel or short story, very detailed. I almost lost interest before that part where the kid says he saw a spiky man.
>> Anonymous
Also, I lol'd at that pic. not sure why
>> Anonymous
cut the column insects. for me, they seem to distract the reader from the main focus. it would be better if it was part of the build up but you put it right smack in the middle.

old creepy pasta is old
>> sno??uou?
Pretty good, interested to see where you go with this. Though I have to say that in the description when you described him wearing a white shirt and jeans, even if they did have rips and tears in them, made the subject seem much less frightening.
>> Anonymous
I agree. If you really want to make something scary, don't describe it much. leave interpritations up to the reader. also, it is a little long. Keep it down to like three entries, like the gaurdian angel story.
>> Anonymous
OP's image was never scary. For God's sake, it's a fucking paper mache alien. You're all so gay. SO GAY.
>> Anonymous
go back to /b/ assfuck.