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GodofDisaster

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Here's a true story that happened to me and two friends on last Halloween.

It was on Halloween night round nine pm, I was with my friends Alex and Chris. We were at Alex's house, in his computer room, just watching some videos and playing games. We planned to go down to a local Tescos just to buy junk food and drinks, but before leaving we decided to eat a proper meal. The meal being pasta bake, I ate mine and so did Alex, although Chris didn't eat all of his and there was still some left. Just a few minutes before we left for Tescos the rest of Alex's family left the house, they were going to a halloween party. We left the pasta dishes in the computer room saying we'll clean them when we return. So we left the house, but first made sure that Alex's dog stayed in the kitchen with the door closed tight he then locked the front door and the back was locked as well, we then made our way down to Tescos.

when we returned we set our supplies on the sofa in the Computer room and went to clean the pasta dishes, now this is were it gets creepy. Chris's plate had been licked clean, we knew for a fact that he had some left and it wasn't his family because they were out, it couldn't have been the dog because he was locked in the kitchen and the house was locked, during the period we were at Tescos, the house was empty.

So who cleaned the plates?
 

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knight of some random number said:
Here's a true story that happened to me and two friends on last Halloween.

It was on Halloween night round nine pm, I was with my friends Alex and Chris. We were at Alex's house, in his computer room, just watching some videos and playing games. We planned to go down to a local Tescos just to buy junk food and drinks, but before leaving we decided to eat a proper meal. The meal being pasta bake, I ate mine and so did Alex, although Chris didn't eat all of his and there was still some left. Just a few minutes before we left for Tescos the rest of Alex's family left the house, they were going to a halloween party. We left the pasta dishes in the computer room saying we'll clean them when we return. So we left the house, but first made sure that Alex's dog stayed in the kitchen with the door closed tight he then locked the front door and the back was locked as well, we then made our way down to Tescos.

when we returned we set our supplies on the sofa in the Computer room and went to clean the pasta dishes, now this is were it gets creepy. Chris's plate had been licked clean, we knew for a fact that he had some left and it wasn't his family because they were out, it couldn't have been the dog because he was locked in the kitchen and the house was locked, during the period we were at Tescos, the house was empty.

So who cleaned the plates?
SO WHO WAS PLATES?

Seriously, though. That's creepy.
 

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David_G said:
knight of some random number said:
Here's a true story that happened to me and two friends on last Halloween.

It was on Halloween night round nine pm, I was with my friends Alex and Chris. We were at Alex's house, in his computer room, just watching some videos and playing games. We planned to go down to a local Tescos just to buy junk food and drinks, but before leaving we decided to eat a proper meal. The meal being pasta bake, I ate mine and so did Alex, although Chris didn't eat all of his and there was still some left. Just a few minutes before we left for Tescos the rest of Alex's family left the house, they were going to a halloween party. We left the pasta dishes in the computer room saying we'll clean them when we return. So we left the house, but first made sure that Alex's dog stayed in the kitchen with the door closed tight he then locked the front door and the back was locked as well, we then made our way down to Tescos.

when we returned we set our supplies on the sofa in the Computer room and went to clean the pasta dishes, now this is were it gets creepy. Chris's plate had been licked clean, we knew for a fact that he had some left and it wasn't his family because they were out, it couldn't have been the dog because he was locked in the kitchen and the house was locked, during the period we were at Tescos, the house was empty.

So who cleaned the plates?
SO WHO WAS PLATES?

Seriously, though. That's creepy.
I read that on my ipod last night so I came into the thread today to say "SO WHO WAS EAT?"

Stoopid ninja!
 

David_G

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One day when riding my bike back from work, I noticed a man standing tightly against a building. He looked panicked, positively petrified. He was sweating bullets, shaking and muttering under his breath, with his eyes darting all about the street. I figured that he must be a junkie or something, but he was wearing a business suit, so he didn't exactly look like some lowlife bum. Maybe he was sick? Curious, I asked him "Are you alright, man?"
He immediately fixated his eyes on me and sputtered out "D-Don't come any closer!", to which I replied "Hey man... do you need me to call an ambulance or something?". He pinned himself even tighter to the wall. "N-No! Don't call anybody! Just get away from me!"
I began to get worried about this man. He was either tripping or losing his marbles, I had to get him an ambulance whether he wanted one or not. I pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open. He screamed. "No! Don't call anyone! Just... Just get away from here! Please! I'm begging you!". Something was clearly wrong with this man, I couldn't leave him like this. "Just calm down buddy... I'm gonna get you some help so just hang tight."

He screamed again, and stretched his leg out as far as he could while trying to keep his back against the wall, trying to kick the phone out of my hand, but I was much too far for him to reach. He looked up and down the street, and then quickly jerked off the wall and tried to grab the phone from me. I was much stronger than he was, so I had no trouble shoving him off and down to the ground.
But that's when I realized what kind of mistake I had just made.I could see a thick black line running down his back, and not a moment later, a pair of hands, and then an entire little creature, along with all of this man's innards burst out from his back. At first I had no clue what was going on, but then the creature told me everything. He was now inside my back, and if I let anyone see my back, he would burst out from inside of me, killing me, and possess the person who saw my back.
But luckily for me, he told me something interesting. If I could write down his name and get someone else to read it, then I'd be free of his curse and they would now bare him in their back.
Unfortunately for you, I'm not as nice as the man who had the demon in his back before me, and fortunately for me, you already read his name.
 

the clockmaker

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I know that this isn't freaky to anyone who wasn't there, but a part of my old job involved manning a firetower about fifteen ks from anyone else. There is one road in, that you can observe at all times and the sides of the mountain that it sits on are too steep to climb easily. And, a guy died up there, heart attack, a couple of years ago, actually not all that uncommon for isolated jobs. (that last part is unrelated but gave me the jeebies)

But what really did my nuts in was the day the rains came. First off, when I climbed down to the tower's lower level at about mid day, I found the door open, most likely because the guy before me had forgotten to lock it, so the rain had gotten in and the floor was soaked. I tripped and twisted my ankle.

Then, at about 1300, radio reception went down, followed by power at about 1330. The storm hit at about 1400, bringing visibility down to a few meters and soon making the road out impassable. To take stock at this point, I was trapped fifteen ks from the nearest help, with a twisted ankle, no comms, no power and I couldn't see what was happening outside. I grabbed my torch and book and tried to while away the day.

The footsteps started at about 1600, not the sort of soft scrape of a roo at rest or the individual scrabble of a leap, but a very distinct one, two, one, two on the gravel around my tower. It was probably not all that loud, but I heard it over the rain. The birds were quiet by then. The nesting pair of wedge tails had hunkered down, much like I had and either the cockies were being uncharacteristically silent or they had buggered off, I couldn't see.

This state of affairs carried on for about fifteen minutes, rain and a steady one two. Then something banged against the lower door. I had locked it to prevent the wind opening it again. There were only a couple of bangs, and no request for the door to open, just, again, a little faster than the footsteps, one two, one two, one two.

The rain died down just before knock off at 1800, just as the sun was setting. I locked up and went down to my car. Both doors were open, as was my pack. The contents were scattered around on the ground, books and cans of drink and a couple of bags of lollies. Nothing was gone, just scattered. I gathered my kit and buggered off back off the mountain.

I didn't tell anyone at work, they'd just call me a pussy or a wanker or something, but it did make me realise just how vulnerable we are when we leave the safety of other people. I imagine that's how cavemen felt when the campfire was far away and the wolves were howling. Or I would think that, but I really don't want to think about what is beyond our campfire.

So I kept to my job, and I kept my eyes open, and that is the only true scary thing that has really ever happened to me.
 

the clockmaker

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Ldude893 said:
the clockmaker said:
I know that this isn't freaky to anyone who wasn't there, but a part of my old job involved manning a firetower about fifteen ks from anyone else. There is one road in, that you can observe at all times and the sides of the mountain that it sits on are too steep to climb easily. And, a guy died up there, heart attack, a couple of years ago, actually not all that uncommon for isolated jobs. (that last part is unrelated but gave me the jeebies)

But what really did my nuts in was the day the rains came. First off, when I climbed down to the tower's lower level at about mid day, I found the door open, most likely because the guy before me had forgotten to lock it, so the rain had gotten in and the floor was soaked. I tripped and twisted my ankle.

Then, at about 1300, radio reception went down, followed by power at about 1330. The storm hit at about 1400, bringing visibility down to a few meters and soon making the road out impassable. To take stock at this point, I was trapped fifteen ks from the nearest help, with a twisted ankle, no comms, no power and I couldn't see what was happening outside. I grabbed my torch and book and tried to while away the day.

The footsteps started at about 1600, not the sort of soft scrape of a roo at rest or the individual scrabble of a leap, but a very distinct one, two, one, two on the gravel around my tower. It was probably not all that loud, but I heard it over the rain. The birds were quiet by then. The nesting pair of wedge tails had hunkered down, much like I had and either the cockies were being uncharacteristically silent or they had buggered off, I couldn't see.

This state of affairs carried on for about fifteen minutes, rain and a steady one two. Then something banged against the lower door. I had locked it to prevent the wind opening it again. There were only a couple of bangs, and no request for the door to open, just, again, a little faster than the footsteps, one two, one two, one two.

The rain died down just before knock off at 1800, just as the sun was setting. I locked up and went down to my car. Both doors were open, as was my pack. The contents were scattered around on the ground, books and cans of drink and a couple of bags of lollies. Nothing was gone, just scattered. I gathered my kit and buggered off back off the mountain.

I didn't tell anyone at work, they'd just call me a pussy or a wanker or something, but it did make me realise just how vulnerable we are when we leave the safety of other people. I imagine that's how cavemen felt when the campfire was far away and the wolves were howling. Or I would think that, but I really don't want to think about what is beyond our campfire.

So I kept to my job, and I kept my eyes open, and that is the only true scary thing that has really ever happened to me.
Damn you.

My car rolled down a hill 3:27pm that day. I hurt my left leg, I couldn't get reception due to the storm, I had bruises all over me and I lost my voice due to a cold. I saw a tower on a hill nearby so I thought I could find some help there (Yes, I know I could've stayed in the car until the storm died down, but what good did I know?). So I limped through a wet, freezing torrent of rain in the middle of a storm up the road leading towards the tower.
I passed by a parked car along the way, so I knew someone must be up there. By the time I got up the hill where the tower was, I was dazed, tired, confounded and soaked. I walked around the tower looking for an entrance, my foot were still hurting and worn down from the walk. I found the door and knocked on it. No one answered. I continued banging on it for awhile, there had to be someone inside. It was a locked steel door; I couldn't open it. I was really distressed.
Amidst the pouring rain, I decided to go back down to the car. I needed to get shelter from the rain. Fortunately for me, the doors were unlocked, and I crawled inside. There was a backpack in the front seat, I went through the bag expecting some food, thinking that whoever owned the car would understand. I took out a lolly from the bag when I saw headlights coming up from the road. Realizing that this may probably be the only chance to get help, I jumped out from the other door and staggered as fast as I could towards the main road. I got a ride and was driven to the nearest town 15 km away for help. I could've died on the mountains if I didn't catch that ride.

Jebus Christ, you could've killed me.
Why were you on a military base?
 

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David_G said:
[http://img508.imageshack.us/i/1301500372152.jpg/]
[http://img827.imageshack.us/i/1301501553172.png/]
[http://img26.imageshack.us/i/1301503113228.jpg/]
[http://img856.imageshack.us/i/1301503750365.jpg/]

One day when riding my bike back from work, I noticed a man standing tightly against a building. He looked panicked, positively petrified. He was sweating bullets, shaking and muttering under his breath, with his eyes darting all about the street. I figured that he must be a junkie or something, but he was wearing a business suit, so he didn't exactly look like some lowlife bum. Maybe he was sick? Curious, I asked him "Are you alright, man?"
He immediately fixated his eyes on me and sputtered out "D-Don't come any closer!", to which I replied "Hey man... do you need me to call an ambulance or something?". He pinned himself even tighter to the wall. "N-No! Don't call anybody! Just get away from me!"
I began to get worried about this man. He was either tripping or losing his marbles, I had to get him an ambulance whether he wanted one or not. I pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open. He screamed. "No! Don't call anyone! Just... Just get away from here! Please! I'm begging you!". Something was clearly wrong with this man, I couldn't leave him like this. "Just calm down buddy... I'm gonna get you some help so just hang tight."

He screamed again, and stretched his leg out as far as he could while trying to keep his back against the wall, trying to kick the phone out of my hand, but I was much too far for him to reach. He looked up and down the street, and then quickly jerked off the wall and tried to grab the phone from me. I was much stronger than he was, so I had no trouble shoving him off and down to the ground.
But that's when I realized what kind of mistake I had just made.I could see a thick black line running down his back, and not a moment later, a pair of hands, and then an entire little creature, along with all of this man's innards burst out from his back. At first I had no clue what was going on, but then the creature told me everything. He was now inside my back, and if I let anyone see my back, he would burst out from inside of me, killing me, and possess the person who saw my back.
But luckily for me, he told me something interesting. If I could write down his name and get someone else to read it, then I'd be free of his curse and they would now bare him in their back.
Unfortunately for you, I'm not as nice as the man who had the demon in his back before me, and fortunately for me, you already read his name.
I don't get either, what's so scary about those pictures (besides the first one) and what was the daemons name in the second one? There's no hint or clues to it's name at all. D:

I've read alot of this stuff but I just don't get what's so scary about it. Not trolling but I just don't see what's so scary about alot of it.
 

David_G

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dalek sec said:
David_G said:
[http://img508.imageshack.us/i/1301500372152.jpg/]
[http://img827.imageshack.us/i/1301501553172.png/]
[http://img26.imageshack.us/i/1301503113228.jpg/]
[http://img856.imageshack.us/i/1301503750365.jpg/]

One day when riding my bike back from work, I noticed a man standing tightly against a building. He looked panicked, positively petrified. He was sweating bullets, shaking and muttering under his breath, with his eyes darting all about the street. I figured that he must be a junkie or something, but he was wearing a business suit, so he didn't exactly look like some lowlife bum. Maybe he was sick? Curious, I asked him "Are you alright, man?"
He immediately fixated his eyes on me and sputtered out "D-Don't come any closer!", to which I replied "Hey man... do you need me to call an ambulance or something?". He pinned himself even tighter to the wall. "N-No! Don't call anybody! Just get away from me!"
I began to get worried about this man. He was either tripping or losing his marbles, I had to get him an ambulance whether he wanted one or not. I pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open. He screamed. "No! Don't call anyone! Just... Just get away from here! Please! I'm begging you!". Something was clearly wrong with this man, I couldn't leave him like this. "Just calm down buddy... I'm gonna get you some help so just hang tight."

He screamed again, and stretched his leg out as far as he could while trying to keep his back against the wall, trying to kick the phone out of my hand, but I was much too far for him to reach. He looked up and down the street, and then quickly jerked off the wall and tried to grab the phone from me. I was much stronger than he was, so I had no trouble shoving him off and down to the ground.
But that's when I realized what kind of mistake I had just made.I could see a thick black line running down his back, and not a moment later, a pair of hands, and then an entire little creature, along with all of this man's innards burst out from his back. At first I had no clue what was going on, but then the creature told me everything. He was now inside my back, and if I let anyone see my back, he would burst out from inside of me, killing me, and possess the person who saw my back.
But luckily for me, he told me something interesting. If I could write down his name and get someone else to read it, then I'd be free of his curse and they would now bare him in their back.
Unfortunately for you, I'm not as nice as the man who had the demon in his back before me, and fortunately for me, you already read his name.
I don't get either, what's so scary about those pictures (besides the first one) and what was the daemons name in the second one? There's no hint or clues to it's name at all. D:

I've read alot of this stuff but I just don't get what's so scary about it. Not trolling but I just don't see what's so scary about alot of it.
TROLLLL!

Seriously, though. I guess it depends on the person, besides creepypasta quality has been downhill for quite some time now.

Also, the name of the demon... look at the name of the spoiler.
 

LarenzoAOG

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Something pretty creepy happened to me yesterday, I was just sitting in my room minding my own buisness and my entire house starts to shake and I hear this deafening roar, so I run outside and see an AC-130 very low off in the distance.

Not really scary to anyone else but it shocked the hell out of me.
 

TheYellowCellPhone

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Bit more interesting than scary, thought I'd share.

http://www.cracked.com/blog/8-real-photographs-that-prove-hell-exists-earth/
 

TheYellowCellPhone

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Where'd that cellphone go?
Jesus, had my new avatar for less than an hour and already someone notices.

I changed it, I got bored of it and found it bland. The one I have I find cute.

EDIT: For ultimate "d'awwww"-ness, look at the picture in my account.
 

Redlin5_v1legacy

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TheYellowCellPhone said:
Redlin5 said:
Where'd that cellphone go?
Jesus, had my new avatar for less than an hour and already someone notices.

I changed it, I got bored of it and found it bland. The one I have I find cute.

EDIT: For ultimate "d'awwww"-ness, look at the picture in my account.
Hahaha, so I am the first to notice! I'm usually the last when it comes to these things. Fargodog shook me off his trail for about 5 months.
 

TheYellowCellPhone

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Hahaha, so I am the first to notice! I'm usually the last when it comes to these things. Fargodog shook me off his trail for about 5 months.
Yeah, but he changed his username.

I remember thinking to myself "who's this guy with 5,000 posts?" Then maybe a week later I put two and two together.
 

Redlin5_v1legacy

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TheYellowCellPhone said:
Redlin5 said:
Hahaha, so I am the first to notice! I'm usually the last when it comes to these things. Fargodog shook me off his trail for about 5 months.
Yeah, but he changed his username.

I remember thinking to myself "who's this guy with 5,000 posts?" Then maybe a week later I put two and two together.
Well at least you didn't throw me off by doing that. I know your username, I see it fairly often :)
 

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David_G said:
In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the adress on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.

She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She went to the police, who raided the address on the envelope, where they found heaps of human flesh for sale.

And what was in the envelope? "This is the last one I am sending to you today."
that story was in Horrible Histories =P