The scary thread

[David_G]

One of my personal favorite creepy pasta stories:

Spoiler: White with Red

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn?t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, ?Did you look through the keyhole?? The man told her that he had and she said, ?Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.?

Also, if this thread is getting too creepy for you, here's [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIsh1J4FbKU] a palette cleanser of sorts to help you sleep better (it's a video of a cute little girl).

It's the world's creepyist Rick Roll.


As for Scary things the only thing I could put up would be the car commercial but everyone and there dog has probably posted it already. On second thought there is this: http://www.cracked.com/article_15628_the-5-creepiest-urban-legends-that-happen-to-be-true.html

Great choice, mate. Also, there are other parts of that article, and I'd recommend reading through them. They're fascinating, really. Also, while we're on the topic of Cracked, here are other articles I'd recommend:
http://www.cracked.com/article_18381_the-5-creepiest-unexplained-broadcasts.html
http://www.cracked.com/article_16871_6-insane-discoveries-that-science-cant-explain.html
http://www.cracked.com/article_18459_the-5-creepiest-unsolved-crimes-nobody-can-explain.html
http://www.cracked.com/article_18871_12-things-youll-wish-youd-never-seen-under-microscope.html
http://www.cracked.com/article_15816_the-5-most-horrifying-bugs-in-world.html
http://www.cracked.com/article_16868_the-6-deadliest-creatures-that-can-fit-in-your-shoe.html
http://www.cracked.com/article_18471_5-animals-that-are-terrifyingly-hard-to-kill.html

 

[sgtshock]

One of my personal favorite creepy pasta stories:

Spoiler: White with Red

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn?t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, ?Did you look through the keyhole?? The man told her that he had and she said, ?Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.?

Also, if this thread is getting too creepy for you, here's [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIsh1J4FbKU] a palette cleanser of sorts to help you sleep better (it's a video of a cute little girl).

It's the world's creepyist Rick Roll.


As for Scary things the only thing I could put up would be the car commercial but everyone and there dog has probably posted it already. On second thought there is this: http://www.cracked.com/article_15628_the-5-creepiest-urban-legends-that-happen-to-be-true.html

I love how people are still getting creeped out by that video 6 months after I posted it.

 

[ReservoirAngel]

Spoiler: Here be some creepy shit

?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

That fucked with my brain on 3 different levels.
1) It's just scary as hell naturally
2) I recently started writing a horror story that is incredibly similar to the idea of this and the idea of the creature
3) I have an old Halloween mask that is this giant furry monster face with a massive, giant-sharp-teethed fixed grin and...let's just say opening the cupboard door to have THAT mask fall out at you just after reading this is crap-your-pants-and-cry-for-mummy terrifying.

Oh, and I feel I should extend my praise with this statement: I didn't sleep the night after reading this. I have a pretty overactive imagination, and that, combined with this to fuel it, combined with being slightly scared of the dark, combined with being alone in the house, combined with my house making loads of weird noises...I wanted to flee for my life, but was afraid to go near the front door in case 'it' appeared to stop me.

In short: well done on scaring me shitless.

 

[interspark]

Spoiler: Here be some creepy shit

?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

That fucked with my brain on 3 different levels.
1) It's just scary as hell naturally
2) I recently started writing a horror story that is incredibly similar to the idea of this and the idea of the creature
3) I have an old Halloween mask that is this giant furry monster face with a massive, giant-sharp-teethed fixed grin and...let's just say opening the cupboard door to have THAT mask fall out at you just after reading this is crap-your-pants-and-cry-for-mummy terrifying.

Oh, and I feel I should extend my praise with this statement: I didn't sleep the night after reading this. I have a pretty overactive imagination, and that, combined with this to fuel it, combined with being slightly scared of the dark, combined with being alone in the house, combined with my house making loads of weird noises...I wanted to flee for my life, but was afraid to go near the front door in case 'it' appeared to stop me.

In short: well done on scaring me shitless.

awwww, thank you! always good to hear some positive feedback

 

[Mr.Mattress]

Rasper Book [http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Rasper_Book] It's scary!

 

[Sh1nobu]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=44e-Y08_B-0&feature=related

 

[lacktheknack]

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[e2density]

I absolutely LOVE these, but I know I won't be able to sleep tonight :[

-snip-[/url]
Merry Christmas

JEEZ PUT SPOILERS ON THESE THINGS
That picture has been haunting me since a "When You See It You'll Shit Bricks" GIF image that I was too late to realize...

 

[Tomas Krystinik]

I thought that some of you might like to know that The Little Fears is back. After being gone for a long time, she's finally returned, and she's got more stories to tell, more spines to chill.
http://www.youtube.com/user/theLittleFears

 

[toratora1942]

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.

 

[Tomas Krystinik]

-snippity snap-

That was a rather nice one, I enjoyed it. I've always found this sort of horror story, the sort of 'viral threat' ones, to be fascinating somehow. Of course, none of them are actually legit, I mean, you can't transfer a curse just by writing something down and having others read it, but it's certainly spooky. Oh hold on, someone's at the door... which is odd, because... it's 11:40 PM here and... we live a mile away from our nearest neighbor...

 

[EHKOS]

Fuuuuuuuuuck me one AM and this thread shows up? Can't we get rid of it?

 

[KefkaCultist]

2:53 in the morning and I've been reading this thread since about 1... I'm not sleeping tonight.

 

[GunstarHero]

Oh jeez, white and red just scared the balls off me.

Is it possible to have itchy fear? Feeling like it's all over you?

It's mid morning, in a well-lit house with the TV on, and I'm on my laptop absolutely pooing myself at this thread.

 

[Wade-DeadPool]

I really do enjoy some good scary stuff
will post some here whene i get home

 

[Vhite]

Been snoping around form more scares found a awesome youtube channel.


enjoy and shit a brick.

Hate to break it to you, but that wasn't very scary. In fact, none of the stuff here was that scary. Unsettling, yes. But scary? No.

Edit: Er, sorry. I didn't mean to sound like an ass. I was having fun here too, I was just voicing my opinion on these stories.

Liquid magnets may be really scary for mormons.

 

[Sn1P3r M98]

-snip-

Shit, I'm gonna remember that eyes in the closet part every time I go to get clothes now.

Every time I browse this thread I end up regretting it, but I keep coming back! D:

 

[Dectomax]

The only thing which has happened to me, which is kind of scary probably doesn't stand up much to these stories.

Where I live, it's a very rural area. Very quiet at night and still very quiet during the day. A few miles away, along one of the bicycle paths is a bridge, which you have to walk under. The bridge has a round on top and you can hear the cars passing over. It's a bypass, so it's fairly busy. Now, as I was returning from town, walking along the path I reached the tunnel. Thinking nothing of it, I kept walking.

The tunnel is about 50 metres long, and has strobe lighting along it. It's a dull sort of light, more of an amber glow than anything useful. Being 14 at the time, I didn't really get bothered about walking home in the low light (This was evening, around 4:30ish - winter, it gets dark early) So, I make my way through the tunnel. I'm not one for all these "Weird feelings" and such, but I got the most gut wrenching feeling of "I should not continue" after a few steps. I kept walking and I can not begin to tell you how wrong it felt.

It was like an anchor in my stomach, I should not go this way, turn around, cross the road and go down the bank on the other side. It had this feeling, something so "bad" I couldn't describe it if I wanted to. So, after getting a third of the way through, I just stopped. I couldn't move. My own body, possibly in the act of self-preservation stopped me. Every nerve in my body was tingling and the hairs on my neck were at their highest.

I immediately moved backwards, which I was surprised at because I honestly thought I'd locked up and made my way across the road above, which might I add, was at it's busiest point and at no point after entering the tunnel below did I hear any vehicles going overhead.

I've never walked back that way again. I never want to feel like that again and I honestly have no explanation as to what happened then either.

 

[Aerialfrogg]

I was told to check this out while spending a workday browsing Wikipedia:
[link]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyatlov_Pass_incident[/link]
Possible Cold War lies, but that just adds to the interesting for me.

Better to read the WIKI article, but here is an excerpt:

Spoiler

The Search
It had been agreed beforehand that Dyatlov would send a telegraph to their sports club as soon as the group returned to Vizhai. It was expected that this would happen no later than February 12, but when this date had passed and no messages had been received, there was no reaction?delays of a few days were common in such expeditions. Only after the relatives of the travelers demanded a rescue operation did the head of the institute send the first rescue groups, consisting of volunteer students and teachers, on February 20.[1] Later, the army and police forces became involved, with planes and helicopters being ordered to join the rescue operation.
On February 26, the searchers found the abandoned camp on Kholat Syakhl. The tent was badly damaged. A chain of footprints could be followed, leading down towards the edge of nearby woods (on the opposite side of the pass, 1.5 km north-east), but after 500 meters they were covered with snow. At the forest edge, under a large old pine, the searchers found the remains of a fire, along with the first two dead bodies, those of Krivonischenko and Doroshenko, shoeless and dressed only in their underwear. Between the pine and the camp the searchers found three more corpses?Dyatlov, Kolmogorova and Slobodin?who seemed to have died in poses suggesting that they were attempting to return to the camp.[1] They were found separately at distances of 300, 480 and 630 meters from the pine tree

Investigation
A legal inquest had been started immediately after finding the first five bodies. A medical examination found no injuries which might have led to their deaths, and it was concluded that they had all died of hypothermia. One person had a small crack in his skull, but it was not thought to be a fatal wound.
An examination of the four bodies which were found in May changed the picture. Three of them had fatal injuries: the body of Thibeaux-Brignolle had major skull damage, and both Dubunina and Zolotarev had major chest fractures. The force required to cause such damage would have been extremely high, with one expert comparing it to the force of a car crash. Notably, the bodies had no external wounds, as if they were crippled by a high level of pressure. One woman was found to be missing her tongue. There had initially been some speculation that the indigenous Mansi people might have attacked and murdered the group for encroaching upon their lands, but investigation indicated that the nature of their deaths did not support this thesis; the hikers' footprints alone were visible, and they showed no sign of hand-to-hand struggle.
There was evidence that the team was forced to leave the camp during the night, as they were sleeping. Though the temperature was very low (around &#8722;25° to &#8722;30°C) with a storm blowing, the dead were dressed only partially. Some of them had only one shoe, while others had no shoes or wore only socks. Some were found wrapped in snips of ripped clothes which seemed to be cut from those who were already dead. However, up to 25 percent of hypothermia deaths are associated with so-called "paradoxical undressing". This typically occurs during moderate to severe hypothermia, as the person becomes disoriented, confused, and combative. They may begin discarding their clothing, which, in turn, increases the rate of heat loss.
Journalists reporting on the available parts of the inquest files claim that it states:
Six of the group members died of hypothermia and three of fatal injuries.
There were no indications of other people nearby apart from the nine travelers on Kholat Syakhl, nor anyone in the surrounding areas.
The tent had been ripped open from within.
The victims had died 6 to 8 hours after their last meal.
Traces from the camp showed that all group members left the camp of their own accord, on foot.
To dispel the theory of an attack by the indigenous Mansi people, one doctor indicated that the fatal injuries of the three bodies could not have been caused by another human being, "because the force of the blows had been too strong and no soft tissue had been damaged".
Forensic radiation tests had shown high doses of radioactive contamination on the clothes of a few victims.
The final verdict was that the group members all died because of a "compelling unknown force". The inquest ceased officially in May 1959 due to the "absence of a guilty party". The files were sent to a secret archive, and the photocopies of the case became available only in the 1990s, with some parts missing.
Controversy surrounding investigation
Some researchers claim some facts were missed, perhaps ignored, by officials:
After the funerals, relatives of the deceased claimed that the skin of the victims had a strange orange tan.
In a private interview, a former investigating officer said that his dosimeter had shown a high radiation level on Kholat Syakhl, and that this was the reason for the radiation found on the bodies. However, the source of the contamination was not found.
Another group of hikers (about 50 kilometers south of the incident) reported that they saw strange orange spheres in the night sky to the north (likely in the direction of Kholat Syakhl) on the night of the incident.[citation needed] Similar "spheres" were observed in Ivdel and adjacent areas continually during the period of February to March 1959, by various independent witnesses (including the meteorology service and the military).
Some reports suggested that much scrap metal was located in the area, leading to speculation that the military had utilized the area secretly and might be engaged in a cover-up.

 

[Sn1P3r M98]

I've got a personal story that I think is pretty creepy.

Spoiler

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?