The scary thread
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That's a big, and disgusting industry. They're called snuff films. Movies consisting of real people ACTUALLY getting murdered. google three guys 1 hammer if you feel like vomiting, I've never seen it, but I've read articles of what happens in it. Here's the copy and pasted wikipedia article about it:mraustindude19 said:
The suspects' mobile phones and personal computers contained multiple video recordings of the murders taking place. One full video was leaked to the Internet, showing the murder of 48-year-old Sergei Yatzenko. He is seen laying on his back in a wooded area, and is struck repeatedly in the face with a hammer held inside a plastic bag. One of the attackers pokes out Yatzenko's eyes, and stabs him in the abdomen with a screwdriver. Yatzenko is then struck with the hammer in order to ensure that he is dead. The attack lasts over four minutes, during which the victim lapses in and out of consciousness. One of the murderers can be seen smiling towards the camera during the video.[39] The murderers walk back to their car, showing that the crime took place only a few feet away from the side of a road, next to their parked car. They discuss the murder calmly, expressing mild surprise that the victim was still breathing after a screwdriver was plunged into his exposed brain. The suspects then wash their hands and the hammer with a water bottle, and begin to laugh. Only two suspects appear to be present in the video, with one always behind the camera.
I believe before you go to sleep is the best time >martin said:
. In a way, to truly enjoy anything horrific or frightening you have to be a bit of an adrenaline junkie, just like those that will ride the same roller coaster 10 times over while their shaky friend waits patiently at the bottom with a funnel cake.
I'm a mental masochist for these sort of things at night, and it's even better when you're all alone in the house with no one to talk to or call.
I'm gonna copypasta this one because it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when I listened to the whole thing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GLjSE7LcAj4&feature=player_embedded#!
LOVING this thread, keep it going
.A story of mine:
like many others I this story starts when i am laying on my bed ready to be led of to dreamland.
Then I hear faint thuds or footsteeps coming closer and closer to my door. The sounds are soft and fast like something is creeping up to the closed door.
I start to leave my half-dream state and ascend into wakefullnes as I wake the handles begins to rattle violently and the door bangs and rocks against its hinges.
Then as I lay completely awake suprised and quite unerved the door creek open. Its one of thosea doors that open slowly and states that it clearly does not like being opened.
A black shape like a shadow creep to my bead and as I look down into its depth I . . .
Hear a MJAOU! and see the cute anf fuzzy face of my 5 year old cat that has opened the doors by himself scaring me in the process. . .his father name was Lucifer.....so should be expected.
Now in a serous tone I have 2 stories:
Stories of my friend who only tells me the stories he have experiansed, though since this is the internet I cant vouch for him in any convingcing way so I can only say that I Adam Rönne believe that they are real.
The story of a hounted house in sweden.
(takes awhile to write so they will get edited in later)
like many others I this story starts when i am laying on my bed ready to be led of to dreamland.
Then I hear faint thuds or footsteeps coming closer and closer to my door. The sounds are soft and fast like something is creeping up to the closed door.
I start to leave my half-dream state and ascend into wakefullnes as I wake the handles begins to rattle violently and the door bangs and rocks against its hinges.
Then as I lay completely awake suprised and quite unerved the door creek open. Its one of thosea doors that open slowly and states that it clearly does not like being opened.
A black shape like a shadow creep to my bead and as I look down into its depth I . . .
Hear a MJAOU! and see the cute anf fuzzy face of my 5 year old cat that has opened the doors by himself scaring me in the process. . .his father name was Lucifer.....so should be expected.
Now in a serous tone I have 2 stories:
Stories of my friend who only tells me the stories he have experiansed, though since this is the internet I cant vouch for him in any convingcing way so I can only say that I Adam Rönne believe that they are real.
The story of a hounted house in sweden.
(takes awhile to write so they will get edited in later)
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!S.R.S. said:Go to ED and search creepy pasta.
That was truly scary sir. It jumped out right as I read about the demon looking at me.
Christ, I started watching it, and I could feel my heart pounding faster waiting. Waiting for something to happen. Then that white noise came up, and..I couldn't finish it. Why am I on this thread? It's 1:42 in the morning!shewolf51 said:
Many classic horror icons, such as Geger?s xenomorphs, Silent Hill?s Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.
Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal.
The question you have to ask yourself is this:
What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?
? Just be careful out there.
Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal.
The question you have to ask yourself is this:
What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?
? Just be careful out there.
Wow, and I just bumped a thread about this.
If you?re reading this, then I am hopefully long gone. It?s been? two months now since the meteor struck Mississippi. There was a lot of public interest in it, astrologers and the like all gathering around for a look. They took samples of the rock and shipped them all over the world to museums in every country. Hell, I almost made a trip to have a look myself, but I had an interview with a potential employer. If he hadn?t called me up the previous day, I?d be dead now. Three days later, after the initial hype died down, the news reported nothing on the meteor for a couple of days.
The next thing I heard about it was when I got home from the pub and turned on the late-night news. I was just in time to catch a breaking news article. The worried-looking reporter informed me that almost everyone who had been in the vicinity of Mississippi when the meteor went down had been hospitalised. Their symptoms were similar to those that a corpse experiences during decomposition. Ten people had already died, mostly the elderly and the very young. Scientists and geneticists from all over the globe were working frantically to try and find a cure. Being smarter than the average bear, I gathered some supplies and prepared for an epidemic. Years of being paranoid beyond reason was finally about to pay off.
The news the next day had a lighter tone. A Chinese scientist had worked out that the meteor had contained an alien strain of bacteria that slowly broke down flesh tissue. The scientist also remarked that the bacteria were only affecting humans. He had also worked out that if a victim consumed a living being, such as an insect, it would delay the progression of the bacteria, giving the scientists more time to figure out a permanent cure. Anyone who thought they may have contracted the infection was to eat as many live creatures as they could. The reporter also explained that the US Army was attempting to contain the infection.
They failed.
Anyone who has read Stephen King?s book, The Stand, will have an idea of how the bacteria made its way around the world. It passed through the air, but to catch it, you had to be near someone infected. Because the symptoms took between three to five days to kick in, people didn?t realise that they were infected. In a week, Victus Somes Disease, as it had been named, was global.
I had barricaded myself in my house, with towels and blankets stuffed into every crack. I had the TV tuned to the news all day and night. The scientists had not predicted that the bacteria would adapt to the infected people?s efforts at trying to keep it at bay. Victims all over the world were claiming that the insects were no longer working. People were starting to catch small mammals and eat them.
As the days went by, people were slowly eating larger and larger animals. The first reported case of cannibalism was, ironically, the last broadcast made. The anchorman?s hair was falling out and he was missing three teeth. He nervously told America that there had been a reported case of cannibalism in Southern Europe. He also said that there would be no further broadcasts. All survivors were to lock themselves in their house and not let anyone in.
For the next week and a half, I watched the infected shamble up the street, knocking on doors. One of my neighbours, a couple of houses down from me, was stupid enough to open the door. Three people dragged him out and started biting his flesh. They started with his arms and legs, trying to keep him alive for as long as possible. They were crying as they ate. Their meal was shrieking in pain, and the three people eating him were apologising furiously through mouthfuls of his arm. I don?t think they were unable to control themselves; it looked more like they were disgusted by what they had to do to stay alive.
They tried to break into my house five or six days later, but my barricades held. They were outside, begging me to let them in. ?Just one bite. Please, be generous.? I listened to their pleading all night, too scared to sleep.
I suppose I should explain why I?m writing this. I?m infected. Yesterday I coughed and lost a canine. I spent the night pulling out my teeth, easing them out one by one. It didn?t hurt; they just slid out, like pulling up carrots. Anyway, as I was saying, I?m infected. The bugs have stopped working, and all the wild animals have long since run away. I have decided to lure someone into my house and attack them. It sounds so wrong writing that out, but I don?t want to die. And I?m so hungry.
I?m sorry. I?m so, so sorry.
The next thing I heard about it was when I got home from the pub and turned on the late-night news. I was just in time to catch a breaking news article. The worried-looking reporter informed me that almost everyone who had been in the vicinity of Mississippi when the meteor went down had been hospitalised. Their symptoms were similar to those that a corpse experiences during decomposition. Ten people had already died, mostly the elderly and the very young. Scientists and geneticists from all over the globe were working frantically to try and find a cure. Being smarter than the average bear, I gathered some supplies and prepared for an epidemic. Years of being paranoid beyond reason was finally about to pay off.
The news the next day had a lighter tone. A Chinese scientist had worked out that the meteor had contained an alien strain of bacteria that slowly broke down flesh tissue. The scientist also remarked that the bacteria were only affecting humans. He had also worked out that if a victim consumed a living being, such as an insect, it would delay the progression of the bacteria, giving the scientists more time to figure out a permanent cure. Anyone who thought they may have contracted the infection was to eat as many live creatures as they could. The reporter also explained that the US Army was attempting to contain the infection.
They failed.
Anyone who has read Stephen King?s book, The Stand, will have an idea of how the bacteria made its way around the world. It passed through the air, but to catch it, you had to be near someone infected. Because the symptoms took between three to five days to kick in, people didn?t realise that they were infected. In a week, Victus Somes Disease, as it had been named, was global.
I had barricaded myself in my house, with towels and blankets stuffed into every crack. I had the TV tuned to the news all day and night. The scientists had not predicted that the bacteria would adapt to the infected people?s efforts at trying to keep it at bay. Victims all over the world were claiming that the insects were no longer working. People were starting to catch small mammals and eat them.
As the days went by, people were slowly eating larger and larger animals. The first reported case of cannibalism was, ironically, the last broadcast made. The anchorman?s hair was falling out and he was missing three teeth. He nervously told America that there had been a reported case of cannibalism in Southern Europe. He also said that there would be no further broadcasts. All survivors were to lock themselves in their house and not let anyone in.
For the next week and a half, I watched the infected shamble up the street, knocking on doors. One of my neighbours, a couple of houses down from me, was stupid enough to open the door. Three people dragged him out and started biting his flesh. They started with his arms and legs, trying to keep him alive for as long as possible. They were crying as they ate. Their meal was shrieking in pain, and the three people eating him were apologising furiously through mouthfuls of his arm. I don?t think they were unable to control themselves; it looked more like they were disgusted by what they had to do to stay alive.
They tried to break into my house five or six days later, but my barricades held. They were outside, begging me to let them in. ?Just one bite. Please, be generous.? I listened to their pleading all night, too scared to sleep.
I suppose I should explain why I?m writing this. I?m infected. Yesterday I coughed and lost a canine. I spent the night pulling out my teeth, easing them out one by one. It didn?t hurt; they just slid out, like pulling up carrots. Anyway, as I was saying, I?m infected. The bugs have stopped working, and all the wild animals have long since run away. I have decided to lure someone into my house and attack them. It sounds so wrong writing that out, but I don?t want to die. And I?m so hungry.
I?m sorry. I?m so, so sorry.
I know eh? WTF man!tombman888 said:JESUS F***ING CHRIST. Thats cheap you know!S.R.S. said:Go to ED and search creepy pasta.
Not that it was scary, but creepy. Personally, the background music in that video is unnerving to me. Also, it's late as hell. So, that probably contributed to the feeling.Rasputin1 said:
