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| Munchkinator | Sep 24 2010, 02:30 PM Post #1 |
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Pax Bionicus
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Source; varies. Some from my old creepypasta notepad file, some from ED, some from an archived /x/ thread. None of them are connected to each other. You're welcome to add to the collection. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ You check your watch. The big hand is on the 4, the little hand is on the 1. You'll be late for work. At work, you find an email in your inbox. The sender is yourself. Puzzled, you open the e-mail you apparently sent to yourself. Inside is the message "the out for watch watch." You look at your watch. The little hand is on the 4, the big hand is on the 1. You look back at the screen. The fourth and first words have swapped places. "watch out for the watch." You look at your watch again. Your watch is digital. Not all murderers are monsters. There are certain people, usually male, usually middle class, in occupations which require them to see a lot of clients: doctors, lawyers and salesmen who will receive a visit from an unusual client. He will be tall with long black hair draped over a grinning face. His clothes will tend to be dark grey or black and for some reason he will never be without brown paper gloves. He will visit regularly as a normal client, though few are able to recall precisely what happens when they meet with him. It will be three weeks before his final visit wherein he will give his ultimatum. After his final visit, the men often become introverted, shunning their friends and ignoring their commitments. Many begin to drink heavily. It will not be long before they have killed. Perhaps their whole family or perhaps a group of strangers. When the police arrest them they are quiet and stoic, as if what they did was a brutal necessity. Not all murderers are monsters, some are heroes. If not for them none of us would be alive today. Late one night, your little girl wanders into your room. She shakes you awake while saying, "Daddy, I had a bad dream." You look at the clock, it's 3:34 AM. You mumble softly, "Do you want to tell Daddy about it?" Your little girls reply is "No." The oddity of the situation only now fully strikes you. You are completely awake and alert now. "Why not?" you ask. The little girl replies, "Because in my dream, when I told you about it, the thing wearing mommy's skin woke up." For a moment you are paralyzed with fear, you can just barely make out the pale outline of your daughter as you feel the covers shifting behind you. When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolize other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people. There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened, another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised, the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in. The doctor said, "That was the woman I just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didn’t you see the red wristband she was wearing?" The woman smiled, raised her arm, and said, "Something like this?" 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 address 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 was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police. When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery, three butchers had been harvesting human flesh and selling it to the starving people. And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply "This is the last one I am sending you today." Edited by Munchkinator, Sep 25 2010, 01:15 AM.
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| Munchkinator | Sep 25 2010, 01:03 AM Post #2 |
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Pax Bionicus
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Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. In a certain small town Harold, the local gravedigger, upon hearing a bell one night, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time, it wasn't either. A voice from below begged and pleaded to be unburied. "Are you Sarah O'Bannon?" Harold asked. "Yes!" The muffled voice asserted. "You were born on September 17, 1827?" "Yes!" "The gravestone here says you died on February 20, 1857." "No, I'm alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!" "Sorry about this, ma'am," Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. "But this is August. Whatever you are down there, you sure as hell ain't alive no more, and you ain't comin' up." A young girl walking home from school found a small pile of Polaroid photos lying in the gutter. There were twenty in all, neatly wrapped in a rubber band. She picked them up, and as she walked she started to browse. The first photo was that of a ghostly white man on a black background, standing just far enough away from the camera that she couldn’t make out his features. The girl slid the photo to the back of the stack and looked at the next one. The photo was of the same man now standing a bit closer. The girl flipped through the next several photos quickly. With each one the man in the picture came a bit closer and his features were a bit clearer. Turning the last corner to her house, the girl noticed that the man in the photos seems to be looking at her even when she moved the stack from side to side. It frightened her, but she kept flipping them over, one by one. By the nineteenth picture, the man was so close his face completely filled the frame. His expression was the most horrifying the girl had ever seen. Walking up the driveway, she turned to the last photo. This time, instead of an image, there were two words: "Close enough." Hearing a scream outside their house, the girl’s brother rushed to the door and opened it. All he saw was a pile of photographs lying on the doorstep. The top one looked like an extremely pale version of his sister, but she was standing too far back for him to be sure. Many classic horror icons, such as Geger’s xenomorphs, Silent Hill’s Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind. Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal. The question you have to ask yourself is this: What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces? … Just be careful out there. A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, Massachusetts, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares. Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed. So, in other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your "dreams"? They're real. |
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| Acubenz | Sep 25 2010, 08:01 AM Post #3 |
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Negative posts ftw.
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1, 4, 6, 7 and 8. MOAR PLZ. |
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| Jellybean | Sep 25 2010, 08:21 AM Post #4 |
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Novice Trainer
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1, 4, 5 and 7 were just freaky. But they were really cool to read. Especially 1 and 4. Does this make me weird? |
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| Munchkinator | Sep 25 2010, 08:24 AM Post #5 |
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Pax Bionicus
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ehh I'm not scared of them, but I love reading creepypasta. maybe it's my inner geek or just some sort of REPRESSED DESIRE for magic in the world or just the idea of a world slightly beyond, but they're fun to read. I am really really not an /x/ person though. screw conspiracy theories, I'm just amused by reading creeypasta. |
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| Munchkinator | Sep 25 2010, 08:37 AM Post #6 |
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Pax Bionicus
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GET HELP. You start noticing those words when you're going about your day-to-day business - just flipping through the classifieds, or posted on telephones near bridges. Normal places. Just words that seem to be catching your eye. Then they start appearing more randomly: the first seven tiles you pick in Scrabble, the first spoonful of alphabet soup, even those stupid spams sent by strangers. You even check a few of them, but they all end up being for the same old pills and promises. Now it's getting so everything you read has those words crop up - close-captioned TV shows, book titles, CDs, bus schedules, menus, everywhere. It's distracting, very very distracting, it's so very hard to concentrate when words squiggle out of the corner of your eye, when the keyboard's no longer qwerty but gethelpgethelpgethelp. The delusion's taking its toll. Who needs help? Who's sending you this message? Why you? How can you help someone who you don't even know? You're trying to type an email to a friend. It's very hard to do. The letters keep swimming and you add an apology in the email, just in case your writing's garbled. You finally hit send. Later, you wake up. You're in the hospital. Your friend is sitting beside you. I was so worried, he says. When you sent that email. GET HELP GET HELP GET HELP, over and over. I came over and found you on the floor. They had to do surgery. Do you know what they found? A second brain. Tiny but fully formed, growing in your head. It was blocking an artery. You're lucky to be alive. But you aren't really listening to your friend any more. You're staring at a fire escape diagram near your bed. It doesn't say anything about fire safety at all. FINALLY, it says. IT WAS GETTING CROWDED IN THERE. You feel an itch in your throat. You try to cough it out, but it just won't come. You struggle with forcing yourself to vomit. You drink lots of water, but whatever it is, its just stuck there. You reach for the carton of milk in the fridge and sneeze as you raise it up. Something hits the floor with a rattle. You look at the floor and see a small button with a flowery design on it. Then you look up. On the milk carton, you notice a missing kid. Her blouse shows the same buttons. In some television markets, people get two different versions of the same channel. This is usually caused by affiliates being nearby--for example, while living in New Jersey recieving the ABC affiliate from both New York City and Philadelphia, or living in Southern California and getting both the Los Angeles and San Diego stations. For the most part, these appear to be the same channel in all except local news and some daytime programming, with the exception that one is actually closer and more clear than the other. These channels, in reality, should not occur. Television markets are set up to focus around ONE city, and offering two different versions of the same channel in one market can split viewership in the ever-competitive ratings race. If you are to watch the channel with worse reception, from the city that is further away, you'll start to notice that the news reports major events that never occurred, on people that aren't real, on technology that shouldn't exist, the ads are for products that you've never heard of. The conspiracy theorists think that these television stations belong to an alternate world. They point to the fact that the news tends to be getting worse over there, more separate from our own. There are reports of looking into an alternate world, and invading it for their own. Just pray they aren't talking about us. When you live in a bright place, you get used to light, and it starts affecting you less. When you live in a dark place, you get used to dark, and it starts affecting you less. When you live in a violent place, you get used to violence, and it starts affecting you less. And when you skydive enough, you get used to gravity, and it starts affecting you less. This is nowhere near as pleasant as it sounds. |
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| Twitch | Sep 25 2010, 01:07 PM Post #7 |
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Pokemon Master
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Your cell phone rings, and it’s a number you don't recognize. You shrug, and answer anyway. You-Hello? Caller-May I have five minutes of your life? You-Sure… The caller hangs up. |
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