The scary thread
- Thread starter Mcupobob
- Start date
Recommended Videos
Alright, i'm not sure if this was posted already, but I'm running out of time. (That is, I'm going to sleep soon and will probably forget this by morning, no infectious kills-you-if-you-know-about-it gag here)
It's an amusing little game about why not to fuck with Oujia (sp?) boards, I guess. Enjoy!
[http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/422645]
It's an amusing little game about why not to fuck with Oujia (sp?) boards, I guess. Enjoy!
[http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/422645]
In addition to waking up this thread again, here's something I else I don't think has been posted yet.
http://katytowell.com/projects/31-letters-from-the-previous-inhabitants/
EDIT: [sub]Several hours have passed and body remains motionless. Perhaps it'll rise of it's own accord at some point.[/sub]
http://katytowell.com/projects/31-letters-from-the-previous-inhabitants/
EDIT: [sub]Several hours have passed and body remains motionless. Perhaps it'll rise of it's own accord at some point.[/sub]
Seriously though, very interesting.
So I didn't check to see if this was posted yet but here:
It's probably not got much impact if you don't play Minecraft, hell it might not have any impact if you do because like most Creepypasta it's a bit hit and miss. However when I read it I got chills, because on my friend's Survival Multiplayer Server - whether this was due to latency on my side or not - I swear that sometimes when I'm digging I can hear other people digging too. At first I thought one of the other players was nearby, but Ferret (server owner) was the only player and he was nowhere near me.
Though of course that could all be explained as... sound lag or something silly.
It's probably not got much impact if you don't play Minecraft, hell it might not have any impact if you do because like most Creepypasta it's a bit hit and miss. However when I read it I got chills, because on my friend's Survival Multiplayer Server - whether this was due to latency on my side or not - I swear that sometimes when I'm digging I can hear other people digging too. At first I thought one of the other players was nearby, but Ferret (server owner) was the only player and he was nowhere near me.
Though of course that could all be explained as... sound lag or something silly.
I promise there are no pop ups. But it's interesting because your mind starts playing tricks on you.
Not really scary, more just unsettling if you actually challenge yourself to watch the picture through. Watch it while it's unpaused, and then if you thought you saw strange movements, watch it again paused.
In Japan shortly before a teenage girl comitted suicide, she drew this picture, scanned it and posted it online. In korea this story broke out and it spread like wildfire. There are various posts around in korean forums that say that the viewer gets drawn to the girls blue eyes, they say they can detect a hint of wraith and sadness within the eyes. Maybe the girl had died with so much sadness and anger that her spirit haunts the image, or maybe the image provoke sadness, similar to the song 'Gloomy Sunday'.
The freaky bit is this, they say it is hard for a person to stare into the girls eyes for longer than 5 minutes, there are reports that some people have taken their own lives after doing so. People say the picture changes, as you view it there is a hint of a growing taunting smirk appearing on the girls lips or a dark ring grows around the girl or her eyes.
One thing is for sure, the picture has sparked a curiosity in me that I must find out, i do feel a presence when I look at the image, whether it is evil or not I can not judge. I would like to know what the global online community feels and maybe even experts in art would be able to resolve why the eyes of this image can draw the viewer in so deeply?
Well, I don't have much to add, other than mention Minecraft's new mob--the Endermen. Half Slender Man and half Weeping Angels, all they need is line of sight to kill you. Don't look at one directly, and you're safe. Look straight at one, and you're safe. Look away, however, and you'll find yourself staring it in the face from three feet away as it murders you horribly. It doesn't matter if your fortress is solid obsidian, all it takes is a careless glance out the window...
The day went by slow enough, I had no business today, but like my pa always say ?enjoy the slow days, you?re gonna need it for the busy ones. After all, everyone?s dying to sleep here.? And I always do enjoy em. The sun should be settling down soon and I just lit the cigarette I finished rolling. I think I might just sleep here tonight, on my rocker watching the moon replace the sun, a peaceful night to match perfectly with the peaceful day I had.
Just as I was about to nod off I heard it. It was a soft sound but there is no mistaken it. Since there?s no wind tonight, that could mean either two things. Some damned kids are trying to piss me off, pretending they?re spirits, or god forbid a poor soul that?s been mistakenly buried alive. I still remember the pale face and haunted eyes of the last man. It was almost forty years ago and I was just a boy, I must have been around ten or eleven years, I heard the bell ringing while I was out playin. I ran to my pa to tell him about it, he grabbed his spade and hat and followed me to the grave.
?You James McBride?? my father asked.
?Yes! Oh god yes, please get me out!? the man shouted.
?You born on October 9th, 1812??
?Yes, in this very town! Help me!?
?Stone says here you died April 24.?
?I?m not dead! Please dig me up!? He started weeping.
?Just calm down I?m diggin you out right now.? As he dug he turned to me and said ?Remember the questions asked, in case you hear the bell ring when you take over. Now go grab a spade and help me dig, boy.? I didn?t understood why ask those question, but I never questioned my pa.
That day has been embedded into my memory, and every time I hear a bell ring it feels like it was just yesterday when it happened. I grabbed my lantern and spade and headed off towards the sound. I swear if I catch one of them kids I?m gonna make em pay for ruining my night. As I neared the grave I started to run once I saw no kids scurrying away and bell still ringin. I knelt down to the copper tube that led down to the coffin. ? Don?t worry Sue Conner It?s all right now, I?ll have you out in a moments time.?
?Please hurry! Dig me up!? her voice was frantic and scared. I kept talking to her to try to calm her a bit, but it didn?t work, she just kept begging for me to dig her up. After several hours I reached the wood, it became almost pitch black by that time the only light came from the moon and my lantern.
?You?re almost free ma?am.? I said almost out of breath from the work. Once the words were out of my mouth she started pounding on the lid of the coffin. ?Bare with me ma?am I just need to break the lock and you can get out.? But she did not stop the banging. After I broke off the lock with my spade I stood up to get out of the grave so the coffin could be opened.
As I stood something on the gravestone caught my eye in the dim light of the lantern and at that time I realize two things while Sue Conner started cracking to wood beneath my feet. One is why my pa asked those questions to the man, and second is that I completely forgot to ask Sue Conner those questions. Because according to the stone she died three months ago. Before I had time to do anything she broke through the wood and grabbed a hold of me.
Just as I was about to nod off I heard it. It was a soft sound but there is no mistaken it. Since there?s no wind tonight, that could mean either two things. Some damned kids are trying to piss me off, pretending they?re spirits, or god forbid a poor soul that?s been mistakenly buried alive. I still remember the pale face and haunted eyes of the last man. It was almost forty years ago and I was just a boy, I must have been around ten or eleven years, I heard the bell ringing while I was out playin. I ran to my pa to tell him about it, he grabbed his spade and hat and followed me to the grave.
?You James McBride?? my father asked.
?Yes! Oh god yes, please get me out!? the man shouted.
?You born on October 9th, 1812??
?Yes, in this very town! Help me!?
?Stone says here you died April 24.?
?I?m not dead! Please dig me up!? He started weeping.
?Just calm down I?m diggin you out right now.? As he dug he turned to me and said ?Remember the questions asked, in case you hear the bell ring when you take over. Now go grab a spade and help me dig, boy.? I didn?t understood why ask those question, but I never questioned my pa.
That day has been embedded into my memory, and every time I hear a bell ring it feels like it was just yesterday when it happened. I grabbed my lantern and spade and headed off towards the sound. I swear if I catch one of them kids I?m gonna make em pay for ruining my night. As I neared the grave I started to run once I saw no kids scurrying away and bell still ringin. I knelt down to the copper tube that led down to the coffin. ? Don?t worry Sue Conner It?s all right now, I?ll have you out in a moments time.?
?Please hurry! Dig me up!? her voice was frantic and scared. I kept talking to her to try to calm her a bit, but it didn?t work, she just kept begging for me to dig her up. After several hours I reached the wood, it became almost pitch black by that time the only light came from the moon and my lantern.
?You?re almost free ma?am.? I said almost out of breath from the work. Once the words were out of my mouth she started pounding on the lid of the coffin. ?Bare with me ma?am I just need to break the lock and you can get out.? But she did not stop the banging. After I broke off the lock with my spade I stood up to get out of the grave so the coffin could be opened.
As I stood something on the gravestone caught my eye in the dim light of the lantern and at that time I realize two things while Sue Conner started cracking to wood beneath my feet. One is why my pa asked those questions to the man, and second is that I completely forgot to ask Sue Conner those questions. Because according to the stone she died three months ago. Before I had time to do anything she broke through the wood and grabbed a hold of me.
My family and I recently moved into a new house, and as I did most of the moving things around, I ended up putting some boxes in this small three by three little storage area that could be accessed inside the back of the upstairs closet, which was in the bathroom. It stretched about twenty feet along the side of the house, and had wood flooring and a single bare light bulb on the wall near the entrance.
When I first entered this little cubby, I couldn't help but notice the dead ants. There were at least one hundred of them, just laying all about the floor, more condensed against the farthest wall. I instantly felt cold, and had a sense that someone was near me. "Hello.. I just moved in. Nice to meet you." I don't know why I said it, I just felt like it.
I didn't get a response, of course, and went about my business. After a few weeks, I couldn't help but notice that same presence every time I went into that bathroom, which was pretty often. One day, I decided that I should do something with it. This was also the day I found my plastic owl.
I'd been on /x/ a lot lately, and reading about different things like summoning spirits, manipulating energy, and other weird stuff. I decided to blend some concepts, and in an attempt to astral travel, I met the presence from my bathroom. I asked him if he could at times possess my owl and face towards malicious spirits that entered my bedroom, and in return I would do whatever I could to help him out.
He instantly pushed me into my body, which startled me a lot, and I awoke to find my owl staring directly at me from my dresser across the room. "GET OUT OF HERE, I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" I practiaclly yelled this into the open air, and right before my eyes the owl turned to the window, and then back to its normal position facing straight back to the wall across from it. I assumed this was the position it would take when no bad spirits were present, and made note of that.
It worked. I couldn't believe it at first, but it actually worked. "Thank you, I won't let you down. You have my word." I don't know if the spirit ever heard. I decided to name him Nighteye, since I had been playing Oblivion a lot lately, and owls can obviously see well at night. I liked it.
Over the next few weeks, Nighteye always looked a certain way, and then I told whatever was there to leave. I don't know why that worked, I just supposed bad spirits didn't like being found out. And if I'm not afraid of them, what do they have to gain? I always knew when Nighteye found one of the bad spirits, which I called wisps (more Oblivion, as it seemed appropriate), because he turned quickly, making an eerie creaking noise from the plastic scraping the wooden dresser top. The noise bothered me at first, but after a while it didn't any more, and it even became almost comforting. Almost.
I don't know if I'm crazy. I've thought about it, but never come to a conclusion. I saw these things happen, so I believed they were real. Sometimes I questioned it, it didn't make any sense. But I decided in the end it didn't matter. After a while, I began speaking to Nighteye. He never responded, of course, but I believed he heard me. I would just talk about my day at work, how the weather was weird, about a cute girl I saw earlier, just anything.
I spoke to him like I would a friend. I considered him a friend. We helped each other out, didn't we? Sometimes I would go astral, and I'd see him. But for some reason every time I did, he'd push my back into my body right away. I would ask why, but the only thing I ever got for an answer was a whispered "not yet.." that I would only realize I heard upon waking up. I didn't know what he meant by that, but he was helping me, right?
After a while, not a lot of wisps showed up anymore. After all, I lived in a relatively small mountain town, and how many wisps could be wandering around this small place? I was happy. I don't know if the wisps ever did anything to me before I did all this, but I was generally happier, it seemed.
I always made sure to tell Nighteye how much I appreciated what he was doing for me, and that I promised I would make it up to him. After I while I began to think, how could I do something to help a spirit from my closet? I couldn't think of an answer, and it began to worry me. I thought about it more and more, becoming less focused at work and whenever I played games or did anything. I would be happy and fine, and then I would remember. It was like the thought appeared in my mind on its own. Was Nighteye doing this? Did he want to make sure I didn't forget?
For a whole week, no wisps showed up at all. Each day that one didn't appear, I began to worry more and more. I wasn't really afraid of anything, but with every day, the terror that had begun to grow in the pit of my stomach began to grow. On the night of the seventh day that no wisps came to my room, I didn't go to sleep for a long time.
I didn't even remember work, and as soon as I got home I just laid in bed for hours. It must have been around 3 in the morning when I finally fell asleep. I remember I was dreaming, I don't know what about, but it was very pleasant. I remember feeling content and happy, more so than I had ever been. Suddenly I was ripped from my body, thrown into being astral.
This wasn't right, as I looked down at my body. Any time I had gone astral, I did it willingly, and knew ahead of time it was happening. I didn't do this. I turned from my happily sleeping body, and faced directly at Nighteye. He wasn't in the owl anymore. "What are you doing?" I managed to think to him. "You promised to help me" was all he said, and he kept repeating it, over and over.
Each time he said it, he moved closer to me. He seemed angry at first, but with each repeated statement, he began to sound sad. Why was he sad?
I felt a tugging at the back of my head, and remembered the tether. I made a chain of sorts, and attached it from my real body's head to my spirit's. I didn't know if it actually did anything, but it made me feel secure. Whenever it tugged at me, I knew. I wanted to go back to my body, and my body wanted me back. I turned to face Nighteye again, and he was very close now, and sounded very sad. I didn't know what to do, and I couldn't move.
"You promised you would help me.." The thought echoed through my being. He was right in front of me now, and I was more terrified than I had ever been in my entire life. Suddenly Nighteye hugged me, and as I looked over his shoulder, my eyes fixed onto the eyes of my plastic owl. They were staring directly at me. I felt a strange releasing sensation, and I knew right away what had happened. Nighteye had severed my chain.
I spun around as fast as I could, but there was nothing I could do. Nighteye pushed me hard, and as I flew backwards through the walls of my room, my bathroom, and into the closet, I saw him lower into my body. I'm not sure what happened to me then, I know I lost it though. My mind had been broken from despair and confusion. How can I lose my body? What will happen to me now?
These thoughts enveloped me, as I sunk into the far end of the cubby in the back of the closet. I was in a deep depression and all I could do was sit there and cry, and think. Think. Think. I never slept, only my body could. I missed sleeping. Time began to not matter to me. At some point, the light turned on. It was blinding at first, but I adjusted eventually. When I could see again, I saw the boxes of things I had put in the cubby. But they looked different than I remembered, they seemed unfamiliar.
I must have forgotten things from the material world, since they had no reason to matter to me anymore. I heard some shuffling and sliding. My body was going through some things, perhaps? My sadness began to fade instantly at the memories forced into my mind, and it turned instead into a boiling rage. What right did he have to do things with my body?
I stood up suddenly, spreading my presence in the cubby, filling it with my cold rage. My body looked up and glanced around, and appeared to shiver. It seemed sincerely afraid. He should be! I will make him pay, I thought to myself. I continued to look at him and imagine the things I would do if I had real hands. My body looked strange, unfamiliar.
The boxes were one thing, but had I forgotten even my own body? It was no longer mine, I supposed. I can't do anything now, I thought. I filled again with sorrow, and sat. My body left, apparently done with whatever it was doing. I had to do something, but what could I do like this? I began to form a plan. A very dark plan.
I began to act out my dark plan immediately. I would have my revenge. Since time was no longer relevant to me, I had developed an incredible patience. Over the next few weeks, I began to show him as best as I could that I was there. I wanted him to realize I was still around. He must have realized he would have to deal with me sooner or later, for after a few more weeks he went astral himself and summoned me. He spoke to me as if we had never met, and asked if I could do a favor for him.
Did he not remember? Had he seriously forgotten what he had done to me? He asked me to stay in my very own owl, how ironic! I was amused at this point with his faulty memory. I would play his silly game, I thought to myself.
Over the next few weeks, I acted as his 'ghostcrow', pointing to bad spirits that came into the room. He would yell things at them, and they didn't understand. I told them to go scare someone else, that I had much darker intentions for this one. They shrugged and left. And he thought he made them leave! Pompous fool. I would have my revenge, when the time was right.
Sometimes he would go astral himself, a ballsy move in my opinion. But I couldn't win that easily. I needed more time, I wanted him to suffer. I would push him back into my body, and tell him "Not yet, not yet..." each time. He seemed confused. How could he not remember? I didn't understand how he could forget the awful thing he had done to me.
Over time, he began to talk to me. He must be crazy, I thought. He must be taunting me. But he couldn't be, if he had forgotten.. Something seemed strange. I didn't understand what was going on, but I didn't care anymore. I was so full of anger and rage that nothing could phase me now.
Over time, less bad spirits came, since they all knew me by now, and knew it was futile to try anything. That only made things easier for me. After all, my plan was perfect. When I agreed to help him out, I had made him promise to help me in return. He didn't seem to mind. He must have truly forgotten, I began to think. That would make this so much sweeter when he did finally remember. Over the course of a week of no bad spirits showing up at all, he began to become terrified.
I could see it in the way he acted, the way he seemed less interested in what he was doing. I kept pressing my thoughts onto him, trying to remind him of his promise. I didn't want him to forget. No, this he would remember.
Seven days after no bad spirits had shown up at all, I decided it was time. I could wait, but why? He was scared out of his mind, and I wanted revenge. I entered his mind as he was sleeping, peacefully for once. I suddenly felt very peaceful and happy, like I hadn't felt since I had my body. It was a familiar feeling. He was running through a field of flowers, holding hands with a cute girl.
She looked familiar. They were young, this must have been a couple years ago. But he didn't have my body then, why would he have this memory? Why did she look so familiar? My thoughts bothered me, and I decided action was the best course, I would not forget what I had come here to do. I backed away from my body and his mind, grabbing firmly ahold of his spirit as I exited. I had ripped him straight away from my body, and backed away a bit to watch his horror unfold at what I was about to do to him. I was so angry, remembering what he had done to me.
This was my moment. He was confused and scared, and I relished in it. "You promised you would help me." I said to him, and I repeated it. I wanted him to remember everything. I kept repeating the phrase and moving closer to him each time I said it. But I couldn't stop thinking about that happy feeling in the dream, the cute girl that seemed familiar.
Why was she so familiar? I kept repeating myself, trying to keep my mind away from those thoughts I didn't understand, but I didn't feel very angry anymore. I felt sad, and I wasn't sure why. I didn't want my sadness to reflect in my speech, but I couldn't help it. As I moved closer to him, I noticed he had placed a chain connecting his spirit to my body. Familiar. Why? I remembered the girl. I knew her. I remembered the happy feeling. It was my feeling. The memories came rushing back to me all at once, and I knew instantly what was happening.
This wasn't Nighteye I had brought forth. It was me, and I was Nighteye. I was very sad, because I knew I had to continue. It was my body, and what would happen if I didn't take it back? I became completely anguished as I approached myself, knowing what I was about to make myself experience. I couldn't tell him though, I couldn't explain. I just kept repeating myself, letting him know just how sorry I was for what I was doing through inflection.
I didn't know how I could possibly console him, and now that I was immediately in front of him, I did the only thing I could think to do. I hugged him, and knew that he looked over my shoulder. And I knew what he saw. It was the eyes of the owl. I was the bad spirit they pointed at. I reached around his head, and severed the chain. He turned to face me, and I swear I have never seen such sorrow or fear. But I knew he would be ok in the end. I pushed him as hard as I could, wishing him the best, and sank slowly into my body, enveloped in sadness.
Suddenly, I felt warm and happy, like I had before, and I awoke in a field full of flowers. "I'm back here?" I said aloud, and a girl appeared at my side. She offered me her hand, and said "Where were you? We have to go home now." "Oh.. ok. It's so nice here though.." I replied. "I know, but we have to go. We have to go..."
She repeated that over and over as she pulled me away, and the field began to fade. I awoke suddenly in my bed, drenched in sweat, but feeling completely at peace. I felt like I had been asleep for a very long time. Oh well, I thought to myself, as I got up and began a new day.
When I first entered this little cubby, I couldn't help but notice the dead ants. There were at least one hundred of them, just laying all about the floor, more condensed against the farthest wall. I instantly felt cold, and had a sense that someone was near me. "Hello.. I just moved in. Nice to meet you." I don't know why I said it, I just felt like it.
I didn't get a response, of course, and went about my business. After a few weeks, I couldn't help but notice that same presence every time I went into that bathroom, which was pretty often. One day, I decided that I should do something with it. This was also the day I found my plastic owl.
I'd been on /x/ a lot lately, and reading about different things like summoning spirits, manipulating energy, and other weird stuff. I decided to blend some concepts, and in an attempt to astral travel, I met the presence from my bathroom. I asked him if he could at times possess my owl and face towards malicious spirits that entered my bedroom, and in return I would do whatever I could to help him out.
He instantly pushed me into my body, which startled me a lot, and I awoke to find my owl staring directly at me from my dresser across the room. "GET OUT OF HERE, I'M NOT AFRAID OF YOU!" I practiaclly yelled this into the open air, and right before my eyes the owl turned to the window, and then back to its normal position facing straight back to the wall across from it. I assumed this was the position it would take when no bad spirits were present, and made note of that.
It worked. I couldn't believe it at first, but it actually worked. "Thank you, I won't let you down. You have my word." I don't know if the spirit ever heard. I decided to name him Nighteye, since I had been playing Oblivion a lot lately, and owls can obviously see well at night. I liked it.
Over the next few weeks, Nighteye always looked a certain way, and then I told whatever was there to leave. I don't know why that worked, I just supposed bad spirits didn't like being found out. And if I'm not afraid of them, what do they have to gain? I always knew when Nighteye found one of the bad spirits, which I called wisps (more Oblivion, as it seemed appropriate), because he turned quickly, making an eerie creaking noise from the plastic scraping the wooden dresser top. The noise bothered me at first, but after a while it didn't any more, and it even became almost comforting. Almost.
I don't know if I'm crazy. I've thought about it, but never come to a conclusion. I saw these things happen, so I believed they were real. Sometimes I questioned it, it didn't make any sense. But I decided in the end it didn't matter. After a while, I began speaking to Nighteye. He never responded, of course, but I believed he heard me. I would just talk about my day at work, how the weather was weird, about a cute girl I saw earlier, just anything.
I spoke to him like I would a friend. I considered him a friend. We helped each other out, didn't we? Sometimes I would go astral, and I'd see him. But for some reason every time I did, he'd push my back into my body right away. I would ask why, but the only thing I ever got for an answer was a whispered "not yet.." that I would only realize I heard upon waking up. I didn't know what he meant by that, but he was helping me, right?
After a while, not a lot of wisps showed up anymore. After all, I lived in a relatively small mountain town, and how many wisps could be wandering around this small place? I was happy. I don't know if the wisps ever did anything to me before I did all this, but I was generally happier, it seemed.
I always made sure to tell Nighteye how much I appreciated what he was doing for me, and that I promised I would make it up to him. After I while I began to think, how could I do something to help a spirit from my closet? I couldn't think of an answer, and it began to worry me. I thought about it more and more, becoming less focused at work and whenever I played games or did anything. I would be happy and fine, and then I would remember. It was like the thought appeared in my mind on its own. Was Nighteye doing this? Did he want to make sure I didn't forget?
For a whole week, no wisps showed up at all. Each day that one didn't appear, I began to worry more and more. I wasn't really afraid of anything, but with every day, the terror that had begun to grow in the pit of my stomach began to grow. On the night of the seventh day that no wisps came to my room, I didn't go to sleep for a long time.
I didn't even remember work, and as soon as I got home I just laid in bed for hours. It must have been around 3 in the morning when I finally fell asleep. I remember I was dreaming, I don't know what about, but it was very pleasant. I remember feeling content and happy, more so than I had ever been. Suddenly I was ripped from my body, thrown into being astral.
This wasn't right, as I looked down at my body. Any time I had gone astral, I did it willingly, and knew ahead of time it was happening. I didn't do this. I turned from my happily sleeping body, and faced directly at Nighteye. He wasn't in the owl anymore. "What are you doing?" I managed to think to him. "You promised to help me" was all he said, and he kept repeating it, over and over.
Each time he said it, he moved closer to me. He seemed angry at first, but with each repeated statement, he began to sound sad. Why was he sad?
I felt a tugging at the back of my head, and remembered the tether. I made a chain of sorts, and attached it from my real body's head to my spirit's. I didn't know if it actually did anything, but it made me feel secure. Whenever it tugged at me, I knew. I wanted to go back to my body, and my body wanted me back. I turned to face Nighteye again, and he was very close now, and sounded very sad. I didn't know what to do, and I couldn't move.
"You promised you would help me.." The thought echoed through my being. He was right in front of me now, and I was more terrified than I had ever been in my entire life. Suddenly Nighteye hugged me, and as I looked over his shoulder, my eyes fixed onto the eyes of my plastic owl. They were staring directly at me. I felt a strange releasing sensation, and I knew right away what had happened. Nighteye had severed my chain.
I spun around as fast as I could, but there was nothing I could do. Nighteye pushed me hard, and as I flew backwards through the walls of my room, my bathroom, and into the closet, I saw him lower into my body. I'm not sure what happened to me then, I know I lost it though. My mind had been broken from despair and confusion. How can I lose my body? What will happen to me now?
These thoughts enveloped me, as I sunk into the far end of the cubby in the back of the closet. I was in a deep depression and all I could do was sit there and cry, and think. Think. Think. I never slept, only my body could. I missed sleeping. Time began to not matter to me. At some point, the light turned on. It was blinding at first, but I adjusted eventually. When I could see again, I saw the boxes of things I had put in the cubby. But they looked different than I remembered, they seemed unfamiliar.
I must have forgotten things from the material world, since they had no reason to matter to me anymore. I heard some shuffling and sliding. My body was going through some things, perhaps? My sadness began to fade instantly at the memories forced into my mind, and it turned instead into a boiling rage. What right did he have to do things with my body?
I stood up suddenly, spreading my presence in the cubby, filling it with my cold rage. My body looked up and glanced around, and appeared to shiver. It seemed sincerely afraid. He should be! I will make him pay, I thought to myself. I continued to look at him and imagine the things I would do if I had real hands. My body looked strange, unfamiliar.
The boxes were one thing, but had I forgotten even my own body? It was no longer mine, I supposed. I can't do anything now, I thought. I filled again with sorrow, and sat. My body left, apparently done with whatever it was doing. I had to do something, but what could I do like this? I began to form a plan. A very dark plan.
I began to act out my dark plan immediately. I would have my revenge. Since time was no longer relevant to me, I had developed an incredible patience. Over the next few weeks, I began to show him as best as I could that I was there. I wanted him to realize I was still around. He must have realized he would have to deal with me sooner or later, for after a few more weeks he went astral himself and summoned me. He spoke to me as if we had never met, and asked if I could do a favor for him.
Did he not remember? Had he seriously forgotten what he had done to me? He asked me to stay in my very own owl, how ironic! I was amused at this point with his faulty memory. I would play his silly game, I thought to myself.
Over the next few weeks, I acted as his 'ghostcrow', pointing to bad spirits that came into the room. He would yell things at them, and they didn't understand. I told them to go scare someone else, that I had much darker intentions for this one. They shrugged and left. And he thought he made them leave! Pompous fool. I would have my revenge, when the time was right.
Sometimes he would go astral himself, a ballsy move in my opinion. But I couldn't win that easily. I needed more time, I wanted him to suffer. I would push him back into my body, and tell him "Not yet, not yet..." each time. He seemed confused. How could he not remember? I didn't understand how he could forget the awful thing he had done to me.
Over time, he began to talk to me. He must be crazy, I thought. He must be taunting me. But he couldn't be, if he had forgotten.. Something seemed strange. I didn't understand what was going on, but I didn't care anymore. I was so full of anger and rage that nothing could phase me now.
Over time, less bad spirits came, since they all knew me by now, and knew it was futile to try anything. That only made things easier for me. After all, my plan was perfect. When I agreed to help him out, I had made him promise to help me in return. He didn't seem to mind. He must have truly forgotten, I began to think. That would make this so much sweeter when he did finally remember. Over the course of a week of no bad spirits showing up at all, he began to become terrified.
I could see it in the way he acted, the way he seemed less interested in what he was doing. I kept pressing my thoughts onto him, trying to remind him of his promise. I didn't want him to forget. No, this he would remember.
Seven days after no bad spirits had shown up at all, I decided it was time. I could wait, but why? He was scared out of his mind, and I wanted revenge. I entered his mind as he was sleeping, peacefully for once. I suddenly felt very peaceful and happy, like I hadn't felt since I had my body. It was a familiar feeling. He was running through a field of flowers, holding hands with a cute girl.
She looked familiar. They were young, this must have been a couple years ago. But he didn't have my body then, why would he have this memory? Why did she look so familiar? My thoughts bothered me, and I decided action was the best course, I would not forget what I had come here to do. I backed away from my body and his mind, grabbing firmly ahold of his spirit as I exited. I had ripped him straight away from my body, and backed away a bit to watch his horror unfold at what I was about to do to him. I was so angry, remembering what he had done to me.
This was my moment. He was confused and scared, and I relished in it. "You promised you would help me." I said to him, and I repeated it. I wanted him to remember everything. I kept repeating the phrase and moving closer to him each time I said it. But I couldn't stop thinking about that happy feeling in the dream, the cute girl that seemed familiar.
Why was she so familiar? I kept repeating myself, trying to keep my mind away from those thoughts I didn't understand, but I didn't feel very angry anymore. I felt sad, and I wasn't sure why. I didn't want my sadness to reflect in my speech, but I couldn't help it. As I moved closer to him, I noticed he had placed a chain connecting his spirit to my body. Familiar. Why? I remembered the girl. I knew her. I remembered the happy feeling. It was my feeling. The memories came rushing back to me all at once, and I knew instantly what was happening.
This wasn't Nighteye I had brought forth. It was me, and I was Nighteye. I was very sad, because I knew I had to continue. It was my body, and what would happen if I didn't take it back? I became completely anguished as I approached myself, knowing what I was about to make myself experience. I couldn't tell him though, I couldn't explain. I just kept repeating myself, letting him know just how sorry I was for what I was doing through inflection.
I didn't know how I could possibly console him, and now that I was immediately in front of him, I did the only thing I could think to do. I hugged him, and knew that he looked over my shoulder. And I knew what he saw. It was the eyes of the owl. I was the bad spirit they pointed at. I reached around his head, and severed the chain. He turned to face me, and I swear I have never seen such sorrow or fear. But I knew he would be ok in the end. I pushed him as hard as I could, wishing him the best, and sank slowly into my body, enveloped in sadness.
Suddenly, I felt warm and happy, like I had before, and I awoke in a field full of flowers. "I'm back here?" I said aloud, and a girl appeared at my side. She offered me her hand, and said "Where were you? We have to go home now." "Oh.. ok. It's so nice here though.." I replied. "I know, but we have to go. We have to go..."
She repeated that over and over as she pulled me away, and the field began to fade. I awoke suddenly in my bed, drenched in sweat, but feeling completely at peace. I felt like I had been asleep for a very long time. Oh well, I thought to myself, as I got up and began a new day.
Now that I think about it, I don't recall seeing the Holder Series [http://theholders.org/] mentioned anywhere thusfar. I bring this up because I read a story some time ago that, having already read a few Holder stories, I found to be totally fucking sweet as far as creepy stories go. Sadly, I'm not permitted to say more without spoiling it... A story within a story, perhaps...
[sub]I just got done watching Inception.[/sub]
[sub]I just got done watching Inception.[/sub]
Okay, I couldn't resist, I have to tell my story. please remember that no matter how weird this all sounds, it is 100% true.
let me begin by telling you that I am a civil war reenactor. It is a hobby that I very much enjoy because we do see weird stuff from time to time, particularly or night sentry duty, which is where we take shifts basically just walking around making sure everything is ok, which we have sentries from 10 pm to about 7 am.
a few years ago we were at Appomattox, VA, which is were Lee surrendered to Grant, right after a short battle, which, while resulting in casualties from both sides, was more or less a massacre for the starving poorly equipped confederate army. My reenactor regiment portrays a North Carolina regiment. We are pure infantry, no horses or cannons or anything like that.
Knowing standing sentry would be truly an honor, 2 friends and I signed up for 3 separate shifts, one at midnight, one at 2 am, and one at 4 am. they are hour long shifts.
FIRST SHIFT
Everything started pleasantly enough. Walking around, just enjoying the night air, one thing that was very weird right off the bat was that whenever you walked down a certain road, you heard hoofsteps behind, you, but nothing really violent, just very slow hoofbeats behind you. slowly things started getting weirder. up on the ridge there was a stone wall, and at night, it looked there were cannons there, when there was clearly weren't any cannons during the day. my friends became a little anxious and started trying to laugh off the weird things including the white fog that would disappear when you got close enough to investigate what it was. I expected little strange occurrences like this, and was unphased.
SECOND SHIFT
Nothing really happened at first, even the odd things that happened in our first shift weren't happening any more, or at least until we got about 20 minutes in, that is. we were walking past a grave for a confederate soldier that Joined the confederate army on the day of the attack on fort Sumter. He was killed on the last day of the war. as we marveled at what a truly sad fate he had, we began to hear a soft, slow, sad, music, but the weirdest part was that we all had tears in our eyes. we didn't cry or anything, our eyes just started tearing up, which I found very unusual, because I really don't cry, even when my family members have died, I didn't cry. well, we moved on away from that area and were walking down another path, when we came to a point where the paths crossed. There was an old bearded man leaning up a fence, we say hello, and he looks at us, mumbled something I can't understand, and then smiles. His teath are HUGE, shiny, and very sharp. then he start laughing and I could tell he was about to run at us by the way he shifted his body, and when he mad his first step, I swung around my rifle, using it as a club, since we don't use live ammunition, being reenactors, and our rifles are about 5 feet long, and weigh about 11 pounds. At this point my friends start freaking out after my swing hit something that wasn't there anymore. meanwhile I keep my composure, knowing that nothing scares people more than seeing another person freaking out. I manage calm my friends by remaining calm myself (although admittedly I was scared out of my mind, and had a feeling things were just heating up).
THIRD SHIFT
due to the events of our previous shifts, all 3 of us take our rifles, and attach the bayonets as well, meaning we could skewer anything within 6 feet of us. we are walking down a high road and I have to tie my shoe, so I lean my hand on a stone wall, and as soon as I do it, I have what I guess you could call a vision. I am standing in the same spot, but it is day time, and I can see smoke down the hill. I can also hear screams, the crack of muskets, and the concussion of cannon. There is what appears to be a Union officer standing next to me, he, like me, is leaning one hand on the stone wall. we both look out and we can see the massacre below. The confederates are surrounded on all sides, and just getting destroyed. then the union officer looks at me and shakes his head with a sad, yet angry look on his face. I could tell he felt sorry for the confederates, disgusted by the massacre. then the vision was over. My friends face replaced that of the officer, and it is night again. My friend is now shaking me and asking me if I am ok. I am, so we continue. We walk down a sunken road that is lined by big trees. we walk down the road, and on our back up the road, while just scanning the fields, by the tree closest to me, about 15 feet to be exact there is a very tall, very skinny, all black figure that is just staring at me. he has four arms. I realize something is up and as I thrust my rifle with the attached bayonet at it, it literally jumps into the tree. I poked the tree several times with the bayonet but there is nothing there. (I thought at the time he was the grim reaper or something, but in retrospect when I first heard about slenderman, this is what came to my mind, even though he supposedly made up, you can't explain all the pictures and wood carvings) I am beginning to crack and I am visibly shaking. we continue walking along the sunken road, which ends in a hill a the end. we hear hoofbeats from the hill and when we look we see the shadowy figure of a man on horseback, holding a sword high in the air. we can see him easily because he is in front of the moon. we stop dead in our tracks. He turns the horse to face us. we start slowly backing away, back down the sunken road, back torwards the camp. then the horseman starts charging at us, sword pointed at a downward angle. Is clear he plans to get one of us with that sword and at this point our fight or flight response kicks in. I crouch down and point my bayonet upward, as I plan to catch him in the throat with it. I look to my side and see my friends are running away. I remember thinking that I would rather die than live as such a coward. as he charged me, I truly began to think that that road was my place of death. when he got close enough, I braced for impact and stuck my bayonet up in the air, but he just disappeared right when he was about to get me with his sword. I remember feeling very cold. I fell back on the ground and blacked out for a short amount of time, and when I came to, My friends were carrying me back to camp. I told them I was fine and I walked the rest of the way. They didn't see what happened to me because they were running, but they came back when they heard the hoofbeats abruptly end, and found me laying in the middle of the road.
I've NEVER told anyone this. nor have the 2 friends who also were there that night. we told the park ranger about the horseman, and he told us to ask his 6 year old daughter what she liked to to do at night, and she said " I like to sit in the field with daddy and watch the man ride the horse up and down the road at night." the park ranger went on to tell us that a Union officer on horseback was shot by a North Carolinian soldier on that road during the battle. He was dead before He even fell off the horse. As I previously mentioned, we portray a North Carolina infantry regiment, and our jacket buttons all have the state seal on them, making our jackets very identifiable as NC Infantry. I believe that horseman was out for revenge on a north Carolinian, because there are no accounts of him attacking anyone, and there still isn't, because we decided it was best not to tell.
let me begin by telling you that I am a civil war reenactor. It is a hobby that I very much enjoy because we do see weird stuff from time to time, particularly or night sentry duty, which is where we take shifts basically just walking around making sure everything is ok, which we have sentries from 10 pm to about 7 am.
a few years ago we were at Appomattox, VA, which is were Lee surrendered to Grant, right after a short battle, which, while resulting in casualties from both sides, was more or less a massacre for the starving poorly equipped confederate army. My reenactor regiment portrays a North Carolina regiment. We are pure infantry, no horses or cannons or anything like that.
Knowing standing sentry would be truly an honor, 2 friends and I signed up for 3 separate shifts, one at midnight, one at 2 am, and one at 4 am. they are hour long shifts.
FIRST SHIFT
Everything started pleasantly enough. Walking around, just enjoying the night air, one thing that was very weird right off the bat was that whenever you walked down a certain road, you heard hoofsteps behind, you, but nothing really violent, just very slow hoofbeats behind you. slowly things started getting weirder. up on the ridge there was a stone wall, and at night, it looked there were cannons there, when there was clearly weren't any cannons during the day. my friends became a little anxious and started trying to laugh off the weird things including the white fog that would disappear when you got close enough to investigate what it was. I expected little strange occurrences like this, and was unphased.
SECOND SHIFT
Nothing really happened at first, even the odd things that happened in our first shift weren't happening any more, or at least until we got about 20 minutes in, that is. we were walking past a grave for a confederate soldier that Joined the confederate army on the day of the attack on fort Sumter. He was killed on the last day of the war. as we marveled at what a truly sad fate he had, we began to hear a soft, slow, sad, music, but the weirdest part was that we all had tears in our eyes. we didn't cry or anything, our eyes just started tearing up, which I found very unusual, because I really don't cry, even when my family members have died, I didn't cry. well, we moved on away from that area and were walking down another path, when we came to a point where the paths crossed. There was an old bearded man leaning up a fence, we say hello, and he looks at us, mumbled something I can't understand, and then smiles. His teath are HUGE, shiny, and very sharp. then he start laughing and I could tell he was about to run at us by the way he shifted his body, and when he mad his first step, I swung around my rifle, using it as a club, since we don't use live ammunition, being reenactors, and our rifles are about 5 feet long, and weigh about 11 pounds. At this point my friends start freaking out after my swing hit something that wasn't there anymore. meanwhile I keep my composure, knowing that nothing scares people more than seeing another person freaking out. I manage calm my friends by remaining calm myself (although admittedly I was scared out of my mind, and had a feeling things were just heating up).
THIRD SHIFT
due to the events of our previous shifts, all 3 of us take our rifles, and attach the bayonets as well, meaning we could skewer anything within 6 feet of us. we are walking down a high road and I have to tie my shoe, so I lean my hand on a stone wall, and as soon as I do it, I have what I guess you could call a vision. I am standing in the same spot, but it is day time, and I can see smoke down the hill. I can also hear screams, the crack of muskets, and the concussion of cannon. There is what appears to be a Union officer standing next to me, he, like me, is leaning one hand on the stone wall. we both look out and we can see the massacre below. The confederates are surrounded on all sides, and just getting destroyed. then the union officer looks at me and shakes his head with a sad, yet angry look on his face. I could tell he felt sorry for the confederates, disgusted by the massacre. then the vision was over. My friends face replaced that of the officer, and it is night again. My friend is now shaking me and asking me if I am ok. I am, so we continue. We walk down a sunken road that is lined by big trees. we walk down the road, and on our back up the road, while just scanning the fields, by the tree closest to me, about 15 feet to be exact there is a very tall, very skinny, all black figure that is just staring at me. he has four arms. I realize something is up and as I thrust my rifle with the attached bayonet at it, it literally jumps into the tree. I poked the tree several times with the bayonet but there is nothing there. (I thought at the time he was the grim reaper or something, but in retrospect when I first heard about slenderman, this is what came to my mind, even though he supposedly made up, you can't explain all the pictures and wood carvings) I am beginning to crack and I am visibly shaking. we continue walking along the sunken road, which ends in a hill a the end. we hear hoofbeats from the hill and when we look we see the shadowy figure of a man on horseback, holding a sword high in the air. we can see him easily because he is in front of the moon. we stop dead in our tracks. He turns the horse to face us. we start slowly backing away, back down the sunken road, back torwards the camp. then the horseman starts charging at us, sword pointed at a downward angle. Is clear he plans to get one of us with that sword and at this point our fight or flight response kicks in. I crouch down and point my bayonet upward, as I plan to catch him in the throat with it. I look to my side and see my friends are running away. I remember thinking that I would rather die than live as such a coward. as he charged me, I truly began to think that that road was my place of death. when he got close enough, I braced for impact and stuck my bayonet up in the air, but he just disappeared right when he was about to get me with his sword. I remember feeling very cold. I fell back on the ground and blacked out for a short amount of time, and when I came to, My friends were carrying me back to camp. I told them I was fine and I walked the rest of the way. They didn't see what happened to me because they were running, but they came back when they heard the hoofbeats abruptly end, and found me laying in the middle of the road.
I've NEVER told anyone this. nor have the 2 friends who also were there that night. we told the park ranger about the horseman, and he told us to ask his 6 year old daughter what she liked to to do at night, and she said " I like to sit in the field with daddy and watch the man ride the horse up and down the road at night." the park ranger went on to tell us that a Union officer on horseback was shot by a North Carolinian soldier on that road during the battle. He was dead before He even fell off the horse. As I previously mentioned, we portray a North Carolina infantry regiment, and our jacket buttons all have the state seal on them, making our jackets very identifiable as NC Infantry. I believe that horseman was out for revenge on a north Carolinian, because there are no accounts of him attacking anyone, and there still isn't, because we decided it was best not to tell.
no, it's not for real- if 682 or 231-7 were real, we'd all die fairly soon.
or 076-2
or 106
or Dr Clef
or 076-2
or 106
or Dr Clef
For anyone traumatized by this thread and know of Touhou:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjXN_xPQd0M
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pjXN_xPQd0M
*claps* Well played Sir. Although after Higurashi, nothing comes close. :3David_G said:
In other news, you'd think that after existing for so damn long, this thread would disappear off the grid. Good grief this thread never dies. Just sticky it or something. >.>
