The scary thread

[Azure-Supernova]

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He smashed the dark oak desk into shards of stray wood strewn about the chamber with his sledgehammer. He couldn't eat the whole thing in one bite.

As the veins in his eyes pulsed and his teeth ground for individual superiority over the others, he tried to think of something that didn't involve what the guard outside the heavy door was going to watch him eat through the bulletproof glass.

"Blueberries, they're nice, I remember blueberries. The best ones came from the big bushes outside the McCoy house in Michigan. I'm going to eat a desk for a crime I didn't commit. Blueberries."

He laid his hammer down, sat on the floor, and stared for a few minutes at the wall. He eventually picked up a dime-sized chip of wood. He held his nose and opened his mouth wide.

"This is a blueberry. This is a McCoy blueberry. They'd always be happy to give me their blueberries, and this is one of them."

As he swallowed it whole, he gagged as he felt the edges of the chip cut the lining of his throat. He forced it into his stomach. The back of his mouth became sour with little drops of blood.

"That was a blueberry, a very sweet blueberry, picked at just the right time. I probably liked it."

He choked down more chips. More blood came up, and nausea set in from the wood and its varnish. He couldn't throw up; then he would have to start over.

He got to his feet and raised the sledgehammer high above his head to make more of these pieces out of the bigger ones.

"I love blueberries, I'm going to eat a lot of blueberries."

The door flung open, and before he could say anything, the guard took his hammer and slammed the door.

"Well, it looks like I'm going to be eating big blueberries."

He sat on the floor and grabbed a foot-long length of splintered oak. He tried to break it, but it would only break in half.

He pointed his face at the florescent light on the ceiling and opened his mouth wide.

"This is a blueberry. I know it looks nothing like a blueberry, but it is. I'm a sword swallower, I can eat a sword, a sword made out of blueberries."

He nudged the wood past the opening of his throat. He felt it scrape, he felt it slide, gently, gently, gently.

"This is a blueberry. It doesn't taste like one, but it probably is."

He felt his mouth water, and in doing so he gagged. He couldn't breathe. He tried to pull the wood out of his throat but the edges were caught on the inside of him.

With a long scream saturated by his torn throat, he ripped the stick out and threw it to the other side of the chamber. His mouth was a fountain of saliva and blood. His esophagus might as well have been on fire with the pain.

He turned his head, and saw a sturdy board that made the surface of the desk. He only split it in half with the hammer.

"That is no blueberry."

I don't get this one... am I just missing something blatantly obvious here?

 

[David_G]

Spoiler

He smashed the dark oak desk into shards of stray wood strewn about the chamber with his sledgehammer. He couldn't eat the whole thing in one bite.

As the veins in his eyes pulsed and his teeth ground for individual superiority over the others, he tried to think of something that didn't involve what the guard outside the heavy door was going to watch him eat through the bulletproof glass.

"Blueberries, they're nice, I remember blueberries. The best ones came from the big bushes outside the McCoy house in Michigan. I'm going to eat a desk for a crime I didn't commit. Blueberries."

He laid his hammer down, sat on the floor, and stared for a few minutes at the wall. He eventually picked up a dime-sized chip of wood. He held his nose and opened his mouth wide.

"This is a blueberry. This is a McCoy blueberry. They'd always be happy to give me their blueberries, and this is one of them."

As he swallowed it whole, he gagged as he felt the edges of the chip cut the lining of his throat. He forced it into his stomach. The back of his mouth became sour with little drops of blood.

"That was a blueberry, a very sweet blueberry, picked at just the right time. I probably liked it."

He choked down more chips. More blood came up, and nausea set in from the wood and its varnish. He couldn't throw up; then he would have to start over.

He got to his feet and raised the sledgehammer high above his head to make more of these pieces out of the bigger ones.

"I love blueberries, I'm going to eat a lot of blueberries."

The door flung open, and before he could say anything, the guard took his hammer and slammed the door.

"Well, it looks like I'm going to be eating big blueberries."

He sat on the floor and grabbed a foot-long length of splintered oak. He tried to break it, but it would only break in half.

He pointed his face at the florescent light on the ceiling and opened his mouth wide.

"This is a blueberry. I know it looks nothing like a blueberry, but it is. I'm a sword swallower, I can eat a sword, a sword made out of blueberries."

He nudged the wood past the opening of his throat. He felt it scrape, he felt it slide, gently, gently, gently.

"This is a blueberry. It doesn't taste like one, but it probably is."

He felt his mouth water, and in doing so he gagged. He couldn't breathe. He tried to pull the wood out of his throat but the edges were caught on the inside of him.

With a long scream saturated by his torn throat, he ripped the stick out and threw it to the other side of the chamber. His mouth was a fountain of saliva and blood. His esophagus might as well have been on fire with the pain.

He turned his head, and saw a sturdy board that made the surface of the desk. He only split it in half with the hammer.

"That is no blueberry."

I don't get this one... am I just missing something blatantly obvious here?

Not really obvious, but yes, you are missing something. The last thing he ate was actually wood, i.e he was choking and gagging while eating it. Before that, even though it says that he was eating wood, when it says that there was blood coming up, it wasn't his blood.

 

[Azure-Supernova]

Spoiler

He smashed the dark oak desk into shards of stray wood strewn about the chamber with his sledgehammer. He couldn't eat the whole thing in one bite.

As the veins in his eyes pulsed and his teeth ground for individual superiority over the others, he tried to think of something that didn't involve what the guard outside the heavy door was going to watch him eat through the bulletproof glass.

"Blueberries, they're nice, I remember blueberries. The best ones came from the big bushes outside the McCoy house in Michigan. I'm going to eat a desk for a crime I didn't commit. Blueberries."

He laid his hammer down, sat on the floor, and stared for a few minutes at the wall. He eventually picked up a dime-sized chip of wood. He held his nose and opened his mouth wide.

"This is a blueberry. This is a McCoy blueberry. They'd always be happy to give me their blueberries, and this is one of them."

As he swallowed it whole, he gagged as he felt the edges of the chip cut the lining of his throat. He forced it into his stomach. The back of his mouth became sour with little drops of blood.

"That was a blueberry, a very sweet blueberry, picked at just the right time. I probably liked it."

He choked down more chips. More blood came up, and nausea set in from the wood and its varnish. He couldn't throw up; then he would have to start over.

He got to his feet and raised the sledgehammer high above his head to make more of these pieces out of the bigger ones.

"I love blueberries, I'm going to eat a lot of blueberries."

The door flung open, and before he could say anything, the guard took his hammer and slammed the door.

"Well, it looks like I'm going to be eating big blueberries."

He sat on the floor and grabbed a foot-long length of splintered oak. He tried to break it, but it would only break in half.

He pointed his face at the florescent light on the ceiling and opened his mouth wide.

"This is a blueberry. I know it looks nothing like a blueberry, but it is. I'm a sword swallower, I can eat a sword, a sword made out of blueberries."

He nudged the wood past the opening of his throat. He felt it scrape, he felt it slide, gently, gently, gently.

"This is a blueberry. It doesn't taste like one, but it probably is."

He felt his mouth water, and in doing so he gagged. He couldn't breathe. He tried to pull the wood out of his throat but the edges were caught on the inside of him.

With a long scream saturated by his torn throat, he ripped the stick out and threw it to the other side of the chamber. His mouth was a fountain of saliva and blood. His esophagus might as well have been on fire with the pain.

He turned his head, and saw a sturdy board that made the surface of the desk. He only split it in half with the hammer.

"That is no blueberry."

I don't get this one... am I just missing something blatantly obvious here?

Not really obvious, but yes, you are missing something. The last thing he ate was actually wood, i.e he was choking and gagging while eating it. Before that, even though it says that he was eating wood, when it says that there was blood coming up, it wasn't his blood.

I kind of get it... though I'm feeling my blond power kicking in because I'm failing to see the creepypasta-ness of it. I'll read it a couple of times and see if I can work it out. Thanks anyway haha.

 

[David_G]

Spoiler

He smashed the dark oak desk into shards of stray wood strewn about the chamber with his sledgehammer. He couldn't eat the whole thing in one bite.

As the veins in his eyes pulsed and his teeth ground for individual superiority over the others, he tried to think of something that didn't involve what the guard outside the heavy door was going to watch him eat through the bulletproof glass.

"Blueberries, they're nice, I remember blueberries. The best ones came from the big bushes outside the McCoy house in Michigan. I'm going to eat a desk for a crime I didn't commit. Blueberries."

He laid his hammer down, sat on the floor, and stared for a few minutes at the wall. He eventually picked up a dime-sized chip of wood. He held his nose and opened his mouth wide.

"This is a blueberry. This is a McCoy blueberry. They'd always be happy to give me their blueberries, and this is one of them."

As he swallowed it whole, he gagged as he felt the edges of the chip cut the lining of his throat. He forced it into his stomach. The back of his mouth became sour with little drops of blood.

"That was a blueberry, a very sweet blueberry, picked at just the right time. I probably liked it."

He choked down more chips. More blood came up, and nausea set in from the wood and its varnish. He couldn't throw up; then he would have to start over.

He got to his feet and raised the sledgehammer high above his head to make more of these pieces out of the bigger ones.

"I love blueberries, I'm going to eat a lot of blueberries."

The door flung open, and before he could say anything, the guard took his hammer and slammed the door.

"Well, it looks like I'm going to be eating big blueberries."

He sat on the floor and grabbed a foot-long length of splintered oak. He tried to break it, but it would only break in half.

He pointed his face at the florescent light on the ceiling and opened his mouth wide.

"This is a blueberry. I know it looks nothing like a blueberry, but it is. I'm a sword swallower, I can eat a sword, a sword made out of blueberries."

He nudged the wood past the opening of his throat. He felt it scrape, he felt it slide, gently, gently, gently.

"This is a blueberry. It doesn't taste like one, but it probably is."

He felt his mouth water, and in doing so he gagged. He couldn't breathe. He tried to pull the wood out of his throat but the edges were caught on the inside of him.

With a long scream saturated by his torn throat, he ripped the stick out and threw it to the other side of the chamber. His mouth was a fountain of saliva and blood. His esophagus might as well have been on fire with the pain.

He turned his head, and saw a sturdy board that made the surface of the desk. He only split it in half with the hammer.

"That is no blueberry."

I don't get this one... am I just missing something blatantly obvious here?

Not really obvious, but yes, you are missing something. The last thing he ate was actually wood, i.e he was choking and gagging while eating it. Before that, even though it says that he was eating wood, when it says that there was blood coming up, it wasn't his blood.

I kind of get it... though I'm feeling my blond power kicking in because I'm failing to see the creepypasta-ness of it. I'll read it a couple of times and see if I can work it out. Thanks anyway haha.

OK, so I probably explained it bad, so now, I'll be blunt: He was eating fucking people.

 

[Azure-Supernova]

OK, so I probably explained it bad, so now, I'll be blunt: He was eating fucking people.

You didn't explain it bad, I just didn't get it at first. Now I do, I read it a couple times and I'm now putting my boot to my head on why I didn't see it. How did I get the image of him feeding wood to other people? It's one of those days...

 

[Mr.Mattress]

OK, so I probably explained it bad, so now, I'll be blunt: He was eating fucking people.

You didn't explain it bad, I just didn't get it at first. Now I do, I read it a couple times and I'm now putting my boot to my head on why I didn't see it. How did I get the image of him feeding wood to other people? It's one of those days...

I still don't get it... All I know is that the guy is eating wood and bleeding, and this has something to do with him eating people... The author is gonna have to explain to me the story...

 

[Azure-Supernova]

OK, so I probably explained it bad, so now, I'll be blunt: He was eating fucking people.

You didn't explain it bad, I just didn't get it at first. Now I do, I read it a couple times and I'm now putting my boot to my head on why I didn't see it. How did I get the image of him feeding wood to other people? It's one of those days...

I still don't get it... All I know is that the guy is eating wood and bleeding, and this has something to do with him eating people... The author is gonna have to explain to me the story...

I gave up on Blueberries -_-

 

[Megacherv]

A heavy wooden door, so no chance of it being the wind.

Actually, if air's getting in, it can push doors open eventually. It happens all the time at my dad's, you should be scared of all that other shit.

 

[PureChaos]

not sure if it's been don yet but (by the way, the second vid ends with a screamer):

 

[Ekonk]

I like "This Man" [http://www.thisman.org]. It's not really SCARY, but it sure is creepy. Remember to look at the History and stuff. Sorry if someone already posted this, I don't wanna look through seventeen pages.

It's the Gman. Nice. Not scary, but strange and interesting. If it's true, that is.

I like this thread.


Also, I wish I could post whole games here, but instead I'll just post the shortest and most powerful quote I can think of.


The paramedics report they've been unable to find his eyes. We think he may have eaten them.

 

[CarpathianMuffin]

I'll likely be adding a lot to this thread, but for now I'll leave these small anecdotes:

Spoiler

One afternoon after school, I was on the computer as usual, neglecting my schoolwork with music playing. It was Heaven Torn Asunder by Cradle of Filth, for what good that does the story. Not a very well known song.
Anyway, I got a phone call in the other room, and picked it up about two rings in. On the other end, I heard "Thank you for holding", then the music that I had going, at the exact same part, before I heard some shuffling around like somebody was going through some drawers. That went on for another five seconds before the other end hung up.
Reading it over, it probably doesn't make a lot of sense, and was likely something that you had to be there to witness.

Spoiler

A second story happened in my old room. Now, in this room, for whatever reason, I have trouble sleeping. A lot of other people do too, and people who stay over pretty often request not to be situated in that room. For some reason, things look like they're moving, even with the lights on, and you either can't stay asleep or have horrible nightmares.
Now, what I'm about to jot down here happened around four years ago.
In that room, I was asleep one night. I heard my dresser drawer open, which made me bolt up. It has a bit of a screech when it opens, so you can hear it pretty well.
When I did, I heard something shatter, and the dresser drawer slam shut. I turned on my light, and the lamp that was formerly by my bedside was thrown at my closet door, and my drawer was stuck from being slammed shut too hard.

 

[LightOfDarkness]

I was alone in my house because my whole family had gone to a festival. I was lying on my bed, which is a very tall metal bed, and it usually shakes a little bit when I roll over.

However, as I was lying there listening to music, completely still and silent, my bed shook vigorously. The only time it ever shakes that much is if somebody shakes it. I was so sure there was somebody underneath my bed, so I looked and there was nobody there.

To this day, I cannot explain it. It actually scared the crap out of me. Nobody else can get into my house apart from my family, they're the only ones with keys, and they didn't get back until much later in the day.

It honestly cannot shake that much even if I try to shake it. It's only if somebody grabs it and shakes it from below.

Earthquake?

 

[David_G]

I'll likely be adding a lot to this thread, but for now I'll leave these small anecdotes:

Spoiler

One afternoon after school, I was on the computer as usual, neglecting my schoolwork with music playing. It was Heaven Torn Asunder by Cradle of Filth, for what good that does the story. Not a very well known song.
Anyway, I got a phone call in the other room, and picked it up about two rings in. On the other end, I heard "Thank you for holding", then the music that I had going, at the exact same part, before I heard some shuffling around like somebody was going through some drawers. That went on for another five seconds before the other end hung up.
Reading it over, it probably doesn't make a lot of sense, and was likely something that you had to be there to witness.

Spoiler

A second story happened in my old room. Now, in this room, for whatever reason, I have trouble sleeping. A lot of other people do too, and people who stay over pretty often request not to be situated in that room. For some reason, things look like they're moving, even with the lights on, and you either can't stay asleep or have horrible nightmares.
Now, what I'm about to jot down here happened around four years ago.
In that room, I was asleep one night. I heard my dresser drawer open, which made me bolt up. It has a bit of a screech when it opens, so you can hear it pretty well.
When I did, I heard something shatter, and the dresser drawer slam shut. I turned on my light, and the lamp that was formerly by my bedside was thrown at my closet door, and my drawer was stuck from being slammed shut too hard.

That's pretty cool, did you ever find out what really happened?

 

[CarpathianMuffin]

I'll likely be adding a lot to this thread, but for now I'll leave these small anecdotes:

Spoiler

One afternoon after school, I was on the computer as usual, neglecting my schoolwork with music playing. It was Heaven Torn Asunder by Cradle of Filth, for what good that does the story. Not a very well known song.
Anyway, I got a phone call in the other room, and picked it up about two rings in. On the other end, I heard "Thank you for holding", then the music that I had going, at the exact same part, before I heard some shuffling around like somebody was going through some drawers. That went on for another five seconds before the other end hung up.
Reading it over, it probably doesn't make a lot of sense, and was likely something that you had to be there to witness.

Spoiler

A second story happened in my old room. Now, in this room, for whatever reason, I have trouble sleeping. A lot of other people do too, and people who stay over pretty often request not to be situated in that room. For some reason, things look like they're moving, even with the lights on, and you either can't stay asleep or have horrible nightmares.
Now, what I'm about to jot down here happened around four years ago.
In that room, I was asleep one night. I heard my dresser drawer open, which made me bolt up. It has a bit of a screech when it opens, so you can hear it pretty well.
When I did, I heard something shatter, and the dresser drawer slam shut. I turned on my light, and the lamp that was formerly by my bedside was thrown at my closet door, and my drawer was stuck from being slammed shut too hard.

That's pretty cool, did you ever find out what really happened?

With the first one, never. It didn't happen again after that either.

With the second one, double never. There was a whole week with stuff being broken/thrown for no adequately explained reason though.

 

[Judgement101]

This thread never dies! What's scary is the fact that no matter how much you don't want to click on this thread, you do anyway.

 

[Judgement101]

Thought I should contribute for once :3
I love this woman's voice, its so calming yet haunting.

 

[C95J]

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Why do I keep clicking on this thread when I know that I hate it??

 

[Judgement101]

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

Why do I keep clicking on this thread when I know that I hate it??

I think it's because this thread is pure evil.

 

[Buizel91]

No, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

i need to sleep you know!!! >.<

Anyway might as well contribute


As far as i know, it's one of the only video's that is very hard to explain...

 

[Judgement101]

No, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

i need to sleep you know!!! >.<

Anyway might as well contribute


As far as i know, it's one of the only video's that is very hard to explain...

at 0:31 I swear that I thought I was watching a L4D parody.