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With Love and Fear-Mcupobob
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.
With Love and Fear-Mcupobob
You %&**%&* I need new underwear over here XDS.R.S. said:Go to ED and search creepy pasta.
And I don't know why I'm reading these in my house, alone, in the evening.
And I thought I had forgotten about the slender man until now. Arghhh, I'm now crapping myself. Why do i do these things to myself XD
They didn't try that, to my knowledge, but it is a good idea.firedfns13 said:
Maybe if I ever convince them to take me there, I'll bring along some glow sticks and see what happens. Although if my flashlight batteries do die I'll probably be too freaked out to stay in there for long.
OH MY GOSH WHAT THE HECK IS THAT THING? IT'S LIKE A SATAN BABY!! And those things are the worse. I paused to get a preview of what it would be like, and I saw that it was gonna start screaming his head off.Mcupobob said:
Scare update...
With Love and Fear-Mcupobob
A man and woman walked out of the bank, hand in hand. This might be a normal thing for anyone, maybe even you. But not for her.
The man made a typical, throwaway remark about their lunch plans. Under usual circumstances, this would just be interpreted as a feeble attempt to incite lightheartedness into the conversation. But not for her.
With a quick, agile movement, the woman, his wife, picked up a slab of concrete by the sidewalk and, with great aim, hit two doves perched on a low-hanging branch. They fell, like two pathetic white balloons. As soon as they hit the ground, his wife beat them to a pulp-she could see that they were still breathing. And her husband knew that he fucked up again.
Some passerby began to stare openly at the horrible sight of two bashed birds.
?Linda!? Her husband yelled. ?Stop it!?
?I thought we were going to kill two birds with one stone?? She replied, in a voice of unnatural calm. Her face gazed up at him from the ground, stoic and rigid, like some dread mask.
??????????????????????????????????..
She had a certain?.well, mental illness is a bit of a euphemism. Let?s just say she had a disability. A serious and rare one. Linda could not understand the difference between jokes and imperatives. She took every figure of speech she heard seriously, and was often compelled to make whatever it was into an actuality. Her husband recalled, one point, when she nearly pushed him out the window, when, in light of the recent resignation of his business partner, he remarked that he was in fact flying solo. Linda wasn?t always dangerous, though. Sometimes, he?d go home only to find her giggling like a little girl at the sight of milk on the floor. Or maybe even staring out windows during rainy evenings to see whether any cats and/or dogs were to be found falling from the sky. But then came the times when she would get harmful. Only last month, the pediatrician living in the apartment next to theirs got pelted with apples and other fruits. Poor woman nearly tripped down the stairs. This other time, an event which still scared him up to now, she shoved in his hands a bit of her bloody scalp, saying it was a piece of her mind. She had to wear a bonnet whenever she had to get out of the house after that. In spite of all this strange and violent behavior, he still loved his wife very much and could not bear to send her away to a mental hospital.
His mistake.
He became very careful around what she would see or hear coming from anybody since the episode with the birds. Much to his joy, a year and a half passed without much incident, and their firstborn child was soon to come. It was good, since the coming of a baby took their minds off whatever financial problems they had.
He was away when it happened. After he heard that child was born, he rushed back home.
As soon as he stepped through that door, he knew something was wrong. His wife was calling him from the kitchen. In her arms was the son he could never know.
In the light of their kitchen, lain on the table, were the remains of the baby, their baby. Its mouth was stretched open to such a degree that it split open, the underside of its jaws seen. It reminded him of a tear in cloth, the seams not made of fabric but of flesh. What little blood the baby had to spare was everywhere. In response to his child?s grotesquely expanded mouth, his father?s jaw fell open in surprise and terror and disgust, threatening to do the same. A scream tried to come out, but it did not.
Forcibly thrust into the gaping hole that was a baby?s mouth, was his wife?s forearm. She seemed to be trying to claw something out of the-
As soon as his wife spotted him, she turned in his direction, bloody baby still stuck on her arm.
?You have to help me! The doctor said he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth!?
The man made a typical, throwaway remark about their lunch plans. Under usual circumstances, this would just be interpreted as a feeble attempt to incite lightheartedness into the conversation. But not for her.
With a quick, agile movement, the woman, his wife, picked up a slab of concrete by the sidewalk and, with great aim, hit two doves perched on a low-hanging branch. They fell, like two pathetic white balloons. As soon as they hit the ground, his wife beat them to a pulp-she could see that they were still breathing. And her husband knew that he fucked up again.
Some passerby began to stare openly at the horrible sight of two bashed birds.
?Linda!? Her husband yelled. ?Stop it!?
?I thought we were going to kill two birds with one stone?? She replied, in a voice of unnatural calm. Her face gazed up at him from the ground, stoic and rigid, like some dread mask.
??????????????????????????????????..
She had a certain?.well, mental illness is a bit of a euphemism. Let?s just say she had a disability. A serious and rare one. Linda could not understand the difference between jokes and imperatives. She took every figure of speech she heard seriously, and was often compelled to make whatever it was into an actuality. Her husband recalled, one point, when she nearly pushed him out the window, when, in light of the recent resignation of his business partner, he remarked that he was in fact flying solo. Linda wasn?t always dangerous, though. Sometimes, he?d go home only to find her giggling like a little girl at the sight of milk on the floor. Or maybe even staring out windows during rainy evenings to see whether any cats and/or dogs were to be found falling from the sky. But then came the times when she would get harmful. Only last month, the pediatrician living in the apartment next to theirs got pelted with apples and other fruits. Poor woman nearly tripped down the stairs. This other time, an event which still scared him up to now, she shoved in his hands a bit of her bloody scalp, saying it was a piece of her mind. She had to wear a bonnet whenever she had to get out of the house after that. In spite of all this strange and violent behavior, he still loved his wife very much and could not bear to send her away to a mental hospital.
His mistake.
He became very careful around what she would see or hear coming from anybody since the episode with the birds. Much to his joy, a year and a half passed without much incident, and their firstborn child was soon to come. It was good, since the coming of a baby took their minds off whatever financial problems they had.
He was away when it happened. After he heard that child was born, he rushed back home.
As soon as he stepped through that door, he knew something was wrong. His wife was calling him from the kitchen. In her arms was the son he could never know.
In the light of their kitchen, lain on the table, were the remains of the baby, their baby. Its mouth was stretched open to such a degree that it split open, the underside of its jaws seen. It reminded him of a tear in cloth, the seams not made of fabric but of flesh. What little blood the baby had to spare was everywhere. In response to his child?s grotesquely expanded mouth, his father?s jaw fell open in surprise and terror and disgust, threatening to do the same. A scream tried to come out, but it did not.
Forcibly thrust into the gaping hole that was a baby?s mouth, was his wife?s forearm. She seemed to be trying to claw something out of the-
As soon as his wife spotted him, she turned in his direction, bloody baby still stuck on her arm.
?You have to help me! The doctor said he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth!?
With Love and Fear-Mcupobob
Hysteria; your imagination. It's like sensory deprivation that causes you to think you hear things (because your mind creates things to fill the lack of senses).Snowalker said:
That was Slender Man.etherlance said:
The REAL one... or at least not their one. The point of EH is that they were making Slender Man videos, but then someone else starts portraying Slender Man and ruining their shit.
4:52AMphilosophicalbastard said:God damn, creepy black haired girls and an unnescesary amount of gore. I don't even dare read that.S.R.S. said:Are you sure? This is not for the faint of heart...Chamale said:
Every child fears under their bed. If they don't, they fear the closet, or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door.
Scientists know that children are more perceptive, they see things adults don't. They aren't yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. They see what is truly there.
They see the monsters.
If you were to borrow a child's eyes and see through them for a night, you would go insane. To be able to see what you only dimly remember, burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas, hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back...would drive an adult crazy. Because Adults forget the rules.
1)Cover yourself. If you can't see it, it can't see you. Even if it makes it harder to breathe.
2) Don't make a noise. Every whimper can lead to destruction.
3) Don't move. It attracts their attention.
4) Only light can make them go away. Bright light. Flashlights make it worse.
Teens are caught in the middle. They still feel what's there, but they cannot see... and they forget the rules....
Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers, subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep -them- away? .....
It's not. Now look behind you with a child's eyes and try not to scream.
Due to the censored nature of the forums, I've had to cut back on the gore/mutilations/human centipede knock offs.
But if you can find "Serbian Film" or "The Grifter" That will fuck your shit up! Oh yeah, I forgot don't stare too long.
I skimmed threw that just now after reading from page 5 uptill this one.
My god.....I just felt dizzy all of a sudden, and I barley looked at them.
