No. No matter how badly you want it to go away, this thread will always return to tempt you into reading it, then ruin your dreams at night.EHKOS said:Fuuuuuuuuuck me one AM and this thread shows up? Can't we get rid of it?
No. No matter how badly you want it to go away, this thread will always return to tempt you into reading it, then ruin your dreams at night.EHKOS said:Fuuuuuuuuuck me one AM and this thread shows up? Can't we get rid of it?
Nope. It respawns in the Escapist's basement.EHKOS said:Fuuuuuuuuuck me one AM and this thread shows up? Can't we get rid of it?
Did everyone pay attention after that?Sn1P3r M98 said:I've got a personal story that I think is pretty creepy.
In sixth grade, our class hated the music teacher. We would harass her, we'd screech on the recorders and ask stupid questions, we'd do all kinds of crap just to annoy her.
One day she decided she'd had enough. After one classmate of mine did something outlandish (can't remember quite what it was) she blew up.
She screamed at the top of her lungs "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS CRAP!" slammed her hands on the piano, and at that instant, all the windows in the music room opened, as well as the storage closet door. I have no explanation for this, and she was fired at the end of that year.
It's true, I swear. Weird, huh?
Well, we were scared shitless so I don't think we heard a word she said afterwards.lacktheknack said:Did everyone pay attention after that?Sn1P3r M98 said:I've got a personal story that I think is pretty creepy.
In sixth grade, our class hated the music teacher. We would harass her, we'd screech on the recorders and ask stupid questions, we'd do all kinds of crap just to annoy her.
One day she decided she'd had enough. After one classmate of mine did something outlandish (can't remember quite what it was) she blew up.
She screamed at the top of her lungs "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS CRAP!" slammed her hands on the piano, and at that instant, all the windows in the music room opened, as well as the storage closet door. I have no explanation for this, and she was fired at the end of that year.
It's true, I swear. Weird, huh?
thank youShock and Awe said:Now THAT was good.interspark said:Super Snip
Crazy. That would freak me out!Sn1P3r M98 said:I've got a personal story that I think is pretty creepy.
In sixth grade, our class hated the music teacher. We would harass her, we'd screech on the recorders and ask stupid questions, we'd do all kinds of crap just to annoy her.
One day she decided she'd had enough. After one classmate of mine did something outlandish (can't remember quite what it was) she blew up.
She screamed at the top of her lungs "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS CRAP!" slammed her hands on the piano, and at that instant, all the windows in the music room opened, as well as the storage closet door. I have no explanation for this, and she was fired at the end of that year.
It's true, I swear. Weird, huh?
Nicely done! Now I'm wide awake and looking around...toratora1942 said:This is an anonymous letter that I received a few weeks ago. I don't know who its from, and I don't know if the contents of it are genuine.
Dear, (my name)
In the town where I went to high school, which wasn't all that long ago, we had a ski team. On Mondays and Saturdays they would go up to a local ski mountain. This year they ski team was larger than it usual, with about 30 kids on the team. This created a very crowded bus. One Monday they were going to head up to do some night skiing at a mountain that they usually didn't go to. Additionally when the bus arrived it was from a company that none of the members had ever heard of. Unfazed the team boarded the bus and started toward their destination.
On the top of the bus there was a flashing LED light that created a strobe effect around the bus. Because of this the people on the bus could only see their surroundings every couple of seconds. Most of the way to the mountain they passed through dense forest, the strobe light made a very eerie effect against the trees. While this interested the students for a few minutes they quickly got lost in their conversations. Only one of them, a kid who I knew, who was very quite looked out into the forest.
About half way into the three hour trip they were passing through the densest part of the forest. When suddenly the boy who was looking out started acting strange. He had a look of horror on his face that was so genuine that everybody started to ask what was wrong. His only answer was to point out of the window into the trees. That's when everybody started to notice the eyes in the trees. They did not glow or even look abnormal from human eyes in any way. They started small and slowly got bigger and bigger. As these eyes approached human shapes began to appear in the darkness. Slowly they got closer and closer even though the bus was driving at over 40MPH. Eventually someone turned to the driver to tell him to speed up in order to get out of the woods. The driver however was already watching them completely oblivious to the road in front of him. Far from crashing the bus was driving itself perfectly.
The drivers eyes grew wide and he said "If you want to know the answer look into their eyes" and pulled out a gun from his bag and shot himself. Not only did this create an uproar in the cabin of the bus, it also seemed to make the creatures in the wood converge faster, when once they were very slow, now seemed to be coming at a normal walking speed. As if they were drawn towards death.
The only teacher on the bus who at this point had done nothing to contain the situation sprung into action. He leaped for the controls and hit the gas pedal hard around a turn. The bus began to flip and so he overcompensated and jerked the wheel the other way. The bus fell on its side and slid to a halt.
All the while the creatures came closer now running at the bus because they could sense the death of students inside. Only about half of the students remained conscious. Then they heard the scratching on the windows, then the tapping at the doors. They never saw the faces of the creatures only the eyes staring lidlessly at them. Then the hatch at the top of the bus slowly began to open......
It wasn't until the next day that they bus was found on its side. Of the 33 people on the bus including the teacher and the driver 31 of them were dead. All of the dead had their eyes open, and upon further inspection it was found that their eyelids had been carefully removed. Though their bodies where broken and bloody their eyes still seemed alive always staring at whoever was in the room with them. Of the two that were still alive one was badly injured and never fully regained his mental abilities he had before the crash. In fact the only two words he ever says anymore is "their eyes" which he repeats endlessly to the people around him. The other however did not seem to have a scratch on him he was the only one found outside of the bus sitting next to it with his bottle of water in his hand.
He killed himself recently the final words of his suicide letter were "and now the eyes pass onto all of you, I am sorry for what is about to happen, goodbye" He was my best friend and recently I have had taps on my window and I'm sure I have seen eyes in my closet. I'm not the only one, since I have asked the people connected to this team more than half of them have seen the eyes, of the people related to them a similar number.
What are the eyes? What do they want? When will you start to see them?
-X
Since I have revived this letter there have been knocks on my door when nobodies there. I have seen black shadows in the woods moving in a way shadows shouldn't move. But the eyes, the eyes are the worst.
Great... Now that I've jumped up and hit the roof, I think I'll go on my bed and attempt to sleep.The Jakeinator said:
I was thinking of posting something similar but decided not to. However you made me think of it so..Ih8pkmn said:If the X-Files were still around, they would be investigating these slender man shenanigans.
Anywho:
Once, when I was sleeping, I was suddenly awakened by the sound of an explosion, and some screaming. I started out of bed at about 1:00 am, and my mother (who slept in the next room) claimed she heard nothing. I checked to make sure I still had a pulse. It felt as if though I had been crushed.
The next day, on the news, I see that there had been an explosion at a carpet mill or something, at 1:00 AM. Now, keep in mind I live in Ohio. The explosion was in MICHIGAN.
How the hell did I hear it?
From memory I think there were tremors around Aus as the as well as where the tsunami hit. I can't say I felt anything though.DPunch4 said:I was thinking of posting something similar but decided not to. However you made me think of it so..Ih8pkmn said:If the X-Files were still around, they would be investigating these slender man shenanigans.
Anywho:
Once, when I was sleeping, I was suddenly awakened by the sound of an explosion, and some screaming. I started out of bed at about 1:00 am, and my mother (who slept in the next room) claimed she heard nothing. I checked to make sure I still had a pulse. It felt as if though I had been crushed.
The next day, on the news, I see that there had been an explosion at a carpet mill or something, at 1:00 AM. Now, keep in mind I live in Ohio. The explosion was in MICHIGAN.
How the hell did I hear it?
When the boxing day tsunami happened, I could have sworn I felt the ground move and shake slightly underneath me. No one I know felt anything. I live in Australia, near Sydney.
Am I sensitive or is it a coincident?
I take it this is about the scary thread? If so, do people really feel like that about it? If so, you really need to read moar creepy pasta. I don't feel like that at all. Right now, you could say I'm immune to creepy pasta.Tomas Krystinik said:It provides balance, the organism that is this place. It balances out all the cute, all the nice, all the innocent topics that float through the site as they float through our heads. But this one is different from most others. There's a little voice in your head - not one you can hear but one you can feel - that waits until you are at your most vulnerable and begs for you to come back here. Begs you to give in to your curiosity. One little peek couldn't hurt, right? Just feed it a little and the silent noise will go away... for a while. Until that time rolls around again, that you're vulnerable, that you open yourself to the possibility that maybe not everything can be explained. Not everything should be explained. This is the home, the resting place, the sanctuary for those such concepts, those such stories, that are unbelievable. But some are so terrifyingly real that were we as humans to fully grasp their existence, we'd lose a part of ourselves. And so this magnetic force we call the unknown draws us ever deeper, ever quieter, into the cracks and crevices of our mind where the bad things hide. Preparing us for the day when we might realize some forbidden knowledge that makes it impossible to close your eyes without there being a light on in the room.
kakaomasse said:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffDPTKn7HiY
possibly the most disturbing thing you'll ever see.
I am reasonably sure that's been posted here before. But I agree, that is rather disturbing.kakaomasse said:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ffDPTKn7HiY
possibly the most disturbing thing you'll ever see.
I live south of Perth and the day after the tsunami the waves at the beach were messed up. They weren't cresting, water was just surging in and out. Didn't feel any tremors though.Sweet Potato Vines said:From memory I think there were tremors around Aus as the as well as where the tsunami hit. I can't say I felt anything though.DPunch4 said:I was thinking of posting something similar but decided not to. However you made me think of it so..Ih8pkmn said:If the X-Files were still around, they would be investigating these slender man shenanigans.
Anywho:
Once, when I was sleeping, I was suddenly awakened by the sound of an explosion, and some screaming. I started out of bed at about 1:00 am, and my mother (who slept in the next room) claimed she heard nothing. I checked to make sure I still had a pulse. It felt as if though I had been crushed.
The next day, on the news, I see that there had been an explosion at a carpet mill or something, at 1:00 AM. Now, keep in mind I live in Ohio. The explosion was in MICHIGAN.
How the hell did I hear it?
When the boxing day tsunami happened, I could have sworn I felt the ground move and shake slightly underneath me. No one I know felt anything. I live in Australia, near Sydney.
Am I sensitive or is it a coincident?