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A fat guy will come and sit on it.firedfns13 said:
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More scaries please (I have been lurking for too long and my appetite for fear is not sated).
I have a couple stories of my own, but they really don't compare to some of your guys stuff...
I have a couple stories of my own, but they really don't compare to some of your guys stuff...
Uh... wtf just happened to me?!
Okay, so I was browsing this thread, and got to this page, reading the comments from gunjack and not seeing the next post you made, but instead seeing an interesting looking youtube post.
Okay, so I click, all is fine and then I decide, wait, I need to pause and read this, so I do, and it says how this guy was researching pokemon black version, couldnt find anything, so I was like... oh, okay, hit play and heard the music, it was loud, like REALLY loud, especially since my speakers volume were almost all the way down. it doesnt work, it persists, so I turn off my speakers and WTF ITS STILL PLAYING! so I freak and immediately turn off the monitor and immediately reach over to my pc and turn that off. Luckily my mom just got home and I restarted my computer, at least my docs werent lost. But then I come upon this, the video isnt on 28 29 or 30, the three pages I was browsing. I am really scared now.
Okay, so I was browsing this thread, and got to this page, reading the comments from gunjack and not seeing the next post you made, but instead seeing an interesting looking youtube post.
Okay, so I click, all is fine and then I decide, wait, I need to pause and read this, so I do, and it says how this guy was researching pokemon black version, couldnt find anything, so I was like... oh, okay, hit play and heard the music, it was loud, like REALLY loud, especially since my speakers volume were almost all the way down. it doesnt work, it persists, so I turn off my speakers and WTF ITS STILL PLAYING! so I freak and immediately turn off the monitor and immediately reach over to my pc and turn that off. Luckily my mom just got home and I restarted my computer, at least my docs werent lost. But then I come upon this, the video isnt on 28 29 or 30, the three pages I was browsing. I am really scared now.
Well they're not stories I wrote, but things that have happened. Either way, there has to be more Creepypasta... there just has to be...David_G said:
?All it is is an idea, but a lethal one, all it needs is to be in your head, for you to know about it? and you can?t escape?
This was a sentence in my friend?s diary that most caught my attention. He died the other day; he had no family so I inherited his possessions and had been flipping through it, trying to shed some light on what happened. It was a bite to the back of the neck, along with some other scratches and scrapes, the teeth mark apparently was almost like a dog?s but the wound was much too wide. Here are the entries from when it all started, a couple of weeks ago,
February 2nd
I can?t believe I?m letting that stupid story get to me, it wasn?t even scary! But now I?m jumping at the slightest thing and always seem to be alert, my imagination?s getting the best of me too, more than once today I thought I saw something out the corner of my eye, at the risk of sounding cliché, I think I must be over-doing it?
February 3rd
I?m going mad, I must be! All day today I was hearing noises and seeing things, flickers at the end of the corridors, creaks on the floorboards. Anyway, I?ve made an appointment with the doctors and taken a day off work, I?m not about to let a kiddie?s horror story make me lose my senses.
February 4th
I?m not going to the doctor?s, they?ll agree with me, tell me I?m mad, I?ll get locked up, because it?s not a story, it can?t be, three days and I can?t forget about it, and I?m terrified ALL THE TIME! And there?s more? I?ve started to see it, the thing from that story, a couple of times I?ll turn a corner and there it?ll be, huge and dark, like a human with a mad look on his face, but taller and covered in black hair, then I?ll blink or rub my eyes and it?ll be gone, I?m not imagining it, it?s toying with me, oh god I?m so scared?
(It goes quiet for a few days now)
February 10th
Oh god, it?s going to kill me I know it will! I can see it all the time now! It?s always there staring at me like it?s deciding how it will do it! I haven?t left the house in days, every time I go to the door it just stands there between me and the door, with that mad grin on it?s face, and the same if I go near a window or the phone, it won?t let me escape or tell anyone about it, I don?t know why it lets me write in my diary, but it just stands there staring and nodding while I do, come to think of it, I don?t even know why I?m writing in my diary now, it seems so pointless when it?ll kill me soon anyway, oh please, someone help me please!
(Incidentally, I have now figured out the source of my friend?s desire to document his affliction, but more on that later)
February 11th
It?s started getting aggressive now, standing very close and occasionally taking a swipe with black, clawed hands, like a cat playing with a mouse before it kills it. The worst thing is that face. Ever since this started it?s had that horrible face? A huge, mad grin and wide, unblinking eyes, like it?s wearing some terrible Halloween mask, god I wish it would just kill me, I can?t stand any more of this?
(Again there are a few days of silence)
February 15th
This is it. For the first time, its face has changed, it?s opened its mouth revealing rows of long, sharp teeth, now it just sits there, like it?s waiting for me to finish writing. But I?ve figure it out now (and I hope it lets me write this), because all it is is an idea, but a lethal one, all it needs is to be in your head, for you to know about it? and you can?t escape. Looking back, I can remember the fear on my friend?s face when he told me that horror story, it had been tormenting him and now he?s probably dead, but god he is such a t*** for telling me! Because this is what it is, a story, you hear about it and then you can?t get rid of it, and then, before it kills you, you tell someone else and it moves on to a new victim. Well, that?s it, that?s all I can think to write, the creature?s walking towards me now, still showing those terrible teeth? Goodbye, I guess.
This page is splattered with blood, I guess the creature really did kill him once he finished writing. Now back to what I?ve figured out. What my friend didn?t realise was that the creature, apart from scaring the living crap out of you, gets inside your head, subtly influences your decisions. In the case of his friend, making him recount the story onto him, the next victim, and in his own case, making him document the events in his diary, despite the futility of it. This way, the creature is never forgotten and it always has a new victim before the previous one is killed.
Now you might be wondering why I speak of this creature not as if it?s just a story, but as if it?s fact, well, as you should have figured out by now, the next victim was me, in fact it?s here as I type this, standing behind me with it?s hand on my shoulder and it?s teeth bared just like in the last entry of the diary, and because it?s making me publish this for someone else to read, I know what?s about to happen. Soon it?ll kill me and move into its next victim.
Oh god, I?m so sorry, but I had no choice? it?ll be with you soon
This was a sentence in my friend?s diary that most caught my attention. He died the other day; he had no family so I inherited his possessions and had been flipping through it, trying to shed some light on what happened. It was a bite to the back of the neck, along with some other scratches and scrapes, the teeth mark apparently was almost like a dog?s but the wound was much too wide. Here are the entries from when it all started, a couple of weeks ago,
February 2nd
I can?t believe I?m letting that stupid story get to me, it wasn?t even scary! But now I?m jumping at the slightest thing and always seem to be alert, my imagination?s getting the best of me too, more than once today I thought I saw something out the corner of my eye, at the risk of sounding cliché, I think I must be over-doing it?
February 3rd
I?m going mad, I must be! All day today I was hearing noises and seeing things, flickers at the end of the corridors, creaks on the floorboards. Anyway, I?ve made an appointment with the doctors and taken a day off work, I?m not about to let a kiddie?s horror story make me lose my senses.
February 4th
I?m not going to the doctor?s, they?ll agree with me, tell me I?m mad, I?ll get locked up, because it?s not a story, it can?t be, three days and I can?t forget about it, and I?m terrified ALL THE TIME! And there?s more? I?ve started to see it, the thing from that story, a couple of times I?ll turn a corner and there it?ll be, huge and dark, like a human with a mad look on his face, but taller and covered in black hair, then I?ll blink or rub my eyes and it?ll be gone, I?m not imagining it, it?s toying with me, oh god I?m so scared?
(It goes quiet for a few days now)
February 10th
Oh god, it?s going to kill me I know it will! I can see it all the time now! It?s always there staring at me like it?s deciding how it will do it! I haven?t left the house in days, every time I go to the door it just stands there between me and the door, with that mad grin on it?s face, and the same if I go near a window or the phone, it won?t let me escape or tell anyone about it, I don?t know why it lets me write in my diary, but it just stands there staring and nodding while I do, come to think of it, I don?t even know why I?m writing in my diary now, it seems so pointless when it?ll kill me soon anyway, oh please, someone help me please!
(Incidentally, I have now figured out the source of my friend?s desire to document his affliction, but more on that later)
February 11th
It?s started getting aggressive now, standing very close and occasionally taking a swipe with black, clawed hands, like a cat playing with a mouse before it kills it. The worst thing is that face. Ever since this started it?s had that horrible face? A huge, mad grin and wide, unblinking eyes, like it?s wearing some terrible Halloween mask, god I wish it would just kill me, I can?t stand any more of this?
(Again there are a few days of silence)
February 15th
This is it. For the first time, its face has changed, it?s opened its mouth revealing rows of long, sharp teeth, now it just sits there, like it?s waiting for me to finish writing. But I?ve figure it out now (and I hope it lets me write this), because all it is is an idea, but a lethal one, all it needs is to be in your head, for you to know about it? and you can?t escape. Looking back, I can remember the fear on my friend?s face when he told me that horror story, it had been tormenting him and now he?s probably dead, but god he is such a t*** for telling me! Because this is what it is, a story, you hear about it and then you can?t get rid of it, and then, before it kills you, you tell someone else and it moves on to a new victim. Well, that?s it, that?s all I can think to write, the creature?s walking towards me now, still showing those terrible teeth? Goodbye, I guess.
This page is splattered with blood, I guess the creature really did kill him once he finished writing. Now back to what I?ve figured out. What my friend didn?t realise was that the creature, apart from scaring the living crap out of you, gets inside your head, subtly influences your decisions. In the case of his friend, making him recount the story onto him, the next victim, and in his own case, making him document the events in his diary, despite the futility of it. This way, the creature is never forgotten and it always has a new victim before the previous one is killed.
Now you might be wondering why I speak of this creature not as if it?s just a story, but as if it?s fact, well, as you should have figured out by now, the next victim was me, in fact it?s here as I type this, standing behind me with it?s hand on my shoulder and it?s teeth bared just like in the last entry of the diary, and because it?s making me publish this for someone else to read, I know what?s about to happen. Soon it?ll kill me and move into its next victim.
Oh god, I?m so sorry, but I had no choice? it?ll be with you soon
Go play LoZ: Majora's mask, at night, but imagine yourself as if you were a child.
You are now scared shitless.
You are now scared shitless.
That was good.interspark said:
I've heard a couple like that recently but that's the first that's given an expleanation as to why everyone is a complete knob in apparently making the ghost/monster/demon come after the reader.
Where'd you find it?
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im glad you think so, as for where, i wrote it! although to be fair, i stole a couple of elements from my good friend Gunjack65Rhymenoceros said:
damn, that IS pretty creepyGunjack65 said:[http://creepypasta.wikia.com/index.php?title=Creepypasta_Wiki&image=Blinkinzzz-png]
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Maybe not scary, but distrubing as nightmare fuel. At least if you [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/NightmareFuel/TheLegendOfZelda] look [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/FridgeHorror/VideoGames] hard [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/HighOctaneNightmareFuel/TheLegendOfZelda] enough. [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/BenDrowned]interspark said:
the creepiest thing in any legend of zelda game wasn't even mentioned there, which is that in the spirit temple in Ocarina of Time you find the silver gauntlets as a child and Nabooru is enslaved by the bosses of the temple. You can only return and defeat them as an adult, which means she's been sitting on that chair in that suit of armour for seven yearsJabberwock xeno said:
shudder
I've said this a few times already but I hate this thread so much.
It makes me paranoid and it wont die. I had to go grab my cricket bat to comfort me. I can't resist opening this thread.
It makes me paranoid and it wont die. I had to go grab my cricket bat to comfort me. I can't resist opening this thread.
Because I would hate to see this thread die and I've lurked for months, I suppose I'll contribute something. It's a "true" story, something that happened to me a few months ago.
I remember reading somewhere in this thread that gamers have more creative control over their dreams. While I don't know whether this is true or not, I do know that people have different ways to cope with nightmares. My friend, for example, has to feel pain before he can wake up from his nightmares. Having been a gamer since I was 3, I would "pause" my nightmares when I was in a state of panic. I would yell, "Pause!", and a generic options menu would appear. I never took the time to read the options, since I would wake up as soon as the menu popped into view.
However, one dream I had was different. I knew it was a nightmare, but I couldn't control it.
Have you ever played a horror game and thought "I can't go over there, but I know I have to"? It was exactly like that. I tried my usual method and yelled "Pause!". I was taken out of the dream, left to stare at the screen I was trapped in only moments ago. I let a sigh of relief and gazed at the menu.
Something grabbed my shoulder.
Before I had time to react, this thing fucking screamed. Like a little girl kind of scream.I could swear I actually heard it inhale before it let out its shrill cry. You can bet I woke up kicking and screaming.
However, one dream I had was different. I knew it was a nightmare, but I couldn't control it.
Have you ever played a horror game and thought "I can't go over there, but I know I have to"? It was exactly like that. I tried my usual method and yelled "Pause!". I was taken out of the dream, left to stare at the screen I was trapped in only moments ago. I let a sigh of relief and gazed at the menu.
Something grabbed my shoulder.
Before I had time to react, this thing fucking screamed. Like a little girl kind of scream.I could swear I actually heard it inhale before it let out its shrill cry. You can bet I woke up kicking and screaming.