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Post by HarleyThomas1002 on Mar 20, 2009 1:39:04 GMT -5
I can't get enough of these. I've read an unholy amount of them sometimes the same ones more than once. It's not just creepypasta on the internet I can't get enough of.
Enough mindless rambling about my one of my many obsessions. This forum needs creepypasta.
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Post by Redhunter on Mar 20, 2009 1:50:09 GMT -5
What...
The...
FUCK
are...
you...
talking...
about?
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Post by Lady Renae on Mar 20, 2009 1:51:55 GMT -5
I second that spam.
The fuck???
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Post by The Lazy One on Mar 20, 2009 14:34:42 GMT -5
You don't know what creepypasta is?
Allow me to elaborate. Creepypasta is short stories designed to scare the reader, often posted on boards like 4chans' /x/, but you can find them all over the Internet.
And now for some creepypasta.
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 Mary O'Conner?" 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."
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Post by The Lazy One on Mar 20, 2009 19:42:25 GMT -5
Have some more:
If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice at the time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freeze as well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the static returns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you will regain control of your body.
You must never watch that television again. It will only play static, even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these same events will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happens is unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looks away, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to be your station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as all sound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit.
The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you see yourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of your disappearance.
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Post by Lady Renae on Mar 20, 2009 22:12:36 GMT -5
Ok, yes, that second one is sufficiently creepy. I find myself actually creeped out. *shudder*
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Post by Jebediah on Mar 20, 2009 22:17:46 GMT -5
That second one is definitely creepy. Now I'm waiting for my TV signal to cut to static.
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Post by Art Vandelay on Mar 20, 2009 22:26:55 GMT -5
That second one is definitely creepy. Now I'm waiting for my TV signal to cut to static. Is it wrong that my first thought when I read this was: "I suddenly have the urge to hide on your room near the TV antenna with some sort of EM shield."?
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Post by Jebediah on Mar 20, 2009 23:22:02 GMT -5
And now I'm glad we have an ocean separating us.
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Post by Radiation on Mar 20, 2009 23:29:40 GMT -5
That second one was fucking scary. I have sat and watch the static or "ants" as me and my sister called it and the only thing that happened was that I got hypnotized.
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Post by Lady Renae on Mar 20, 2009 23:49:34 GMT -5
I wouldn't do it myself... too creepy... I'd have to make someone else do it.
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Post by Jebediah on Mar 20, 2009 23:51:54 GMT -5
If my signal did cut out, just because of this story, I would be too freaked out to do anything but hightail it from the room.
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Post by The Lazy One on Mar 21, 2009 11:24:48 GMT -5
When I was fourteen, my mother and father were divorced, and I went to live with my mother and a man she supposedly fell in love with several years ago. We searched for a house for all three of us to live in, and eventually found the perfect house. A few months later, after finding out that my dad had Cancer, my mom went, engaged to this man living with us, to the very hospital and stayed with my father for about a week, leaving me to tend to myself as I remained in the basement, wasting my time on the computer.
It was late, around midnight if I recall correctly, and the man living with us went off to bed, turning off every light in the house, except for the computer room in the basement. During this time we had one dog and one cat. I can't remember exactly where the dog was, but the cat was downstairs with me, doing what cats do, I guess. While typing away on the computer, it occurred to me, after several minutes had passed, my cat had been staring at the door, which was left wide open, for a long time. Her ears appeared to be pinned against the back of her head and I finally noticed her faint growling.
Thinking that it was the dog, I turned around and called for her, only then to notice something that took me completely by surprise. The door that leads up to the second floor was left wide open. In front of it, taking the size of a three or four year old, was this ominous being, made of shadow.
As chills ran down my spine and fear completely took over my body, I watched this unearthly 'thing' with what little time I had, I absorbed any features possible, noting that it had small, beady eyes that were yellow, and this 'thing' had black tendrils on top of its head, and on the sides of its body, which didn't exactly have a 'shape'.
Whatever this thing was, it reacted quickly and hid by leaping over to the stairs, making it partially visible to my view. Then, I noticed that it leaned over and peeked through the wall that hid it, quickly pulling away as it knew I was still watching.
To this very day I don't know how, but I managed to muster up enough courage and quickly ran to the computer room's door, slamming and locking it. An hour later, I ran through the whole house, turning on every light possible, except for my mom's bedroom, and I went to bed with the light on. I didn't bother looking for the dog, and I never told the man about this strange occurrence. I just went into my room and crawled into bed.
I don't know how I fell asleep. But I did. Whatever the Hell that thing was, it was watching me. I didn't think that I'd ever get over it. But I guess I calmed down after a while.
A week later, after staying the night at my brother's house, I was bored and decided to look this thing up. Oddly enough, what I saw that night matched the description of what most people call a 'Shadow Being'. That scared the living Hell out of me, and I knew, without a doubt, that it was not my imagination that created this thing.
Ever since, I hated that house. That perfect house was no longer my home. I'm honestly surprised that I still stayed in that house, unfortunately, I didn't have much of a choice. But I never saw the Shadow Being again. Never. Still, I was afraid.
Thankfully three months after, my mom and I moved back in with my dad and the man living with us eventually moved away, and our so called dream home was up for sale. Probably still is.
I still have nightmares of the Shadow Being from time to time. Sometimes, it feels like it's watching me whenever I'm alone. I was never really afraid of the dark until then. Now, I hate looking into the darkness.
The darkness could be looking back at me.
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Post by Jebediah on Mar 21, 2009 11:38:36 GMT -5
I have stop coming to this thread. I'm already afraid of my house at night, and this story just increased that fear.
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Post by The Lazy One on Mar 21, 2009 11:43:56 GMT -5
I have stop coming to this thread. I'm already afraid of my house at night, and this story just increased that fear. That's not even the scariest one I've ever read... not sure if I should post that one or not.
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