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Post by Jebediah on Mar 21, 2009 11:48:27 GMT -5
Do it
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Post by The Lazy One on Mar 21, 2009 12:09:33 GMT -5
Really, really creepypasta delivered. In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of the End". Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building. It will be in a deep hidden section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear. Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk." If you still hear silence, flee. Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if you've escaped. If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, speaking an unknown language, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question: "What happens when they all come together?" The person will then stare into your eyes and answers your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well. Be warned, if you do your death will be that of cruelty and unrelenting horror. Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands. This object is 1 of 538. They must never come together. Never. I don't know, this one has always really scared me. I can't explain why. |
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Post by Jebediah on Mar 21, 2009 12:15:24 GMT -5
Good lord. I am completely creeped out. That was intense.
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Post by HarleyThomas1002 on Mar 21, 2009 13:57:10 GMT -5
The Holder Series is great. Pretty repetitive and freakishly long but great none the less. I was actually creeped out by it.
Blueberries which I'm pretty sure will show up eventually is a good story. If it's not posted by someone else I'll be sure to find it. It's not creepy in a "holy shit, that's scary" sense but more creepy as what the story is about. Pretty damn funny too.
Also, I suck at making opening posts. Rather than an introduction to a topic it's mindless rambling.
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Post by The Lazy One on Mar 21, 2009 14:00:11 GMT -5
Blueberries? As in this one?
smashed the dark oak desk into shards of stray wood strewn about the chamber with his sledgehammer. He couldn't eat the whole thing in one bite.
As the veins in his eyes pulsed and his teeth ground for individual superiority over the others, he tried to think of something that didn't involve what the guard outside the heavy door was going to watch him eat through the bulletproof glass.
Blueberries, they're nice, I remember blueberries. The best ones came from the big bushes outside the McCoy house in Michigan. I'm going to eat a desk for a crime I didn't commit. Blueberries.
He laid his hammer down, sat on the floor, and stared for a few minutes at the wall. He eventually picked up a dime-sized chip of wood. He held his nose and opened his mouth wide.
This is a blueberry. This is a McCoy blueberry. They'd always be happy to give me their blueberries, and this is one of them.
As he swallowed it whole, he gagged as he felt the edges of the chip cut the lining of his throat. He forced it into his stomach. The back of his mouth became sour with little drops of blood.
That was a blueberry, a very sweet blueberry, picked at just the right time. I probably liked it.
He choked down more chips. More blood came up, and nausea set in from the wood and its varnish. He couldn't throw up; then he would have to start over.
He got to his feet and raised the sledgehammer high above his head to make more of these pieces out of the bigger ones.
I love blueberries, I'm going to eat a lot of blueberries.
The door flung open, and before he could say anything, the guard took his hammer and slammed the door.
Well, it looks like I'm going to be eating big blueberries.
He sat on the floor and grabbed a foot-long length of splintered oak. He tried to break it, but it would only break in half.
He pointed his face at the florescent light on the ceiling and opened his mouth wide.
This is a blueberry. I know it looks nothing like a blueberry, but it is. I'm a sword swallower, I can eat a sword, a sword made out of blueberries.
He nudged the wood past the opening of his throat. He felt it scrape, he felt it slide, gently, gently, gently.
This is a blueberry. It doesn't taste like one, but it probably is.
He felt his mouth water, and in doing so he gagged. He couldn't breathe. He tried to pull the wood out of his throat but the edges were caught on the inside of him.
With a long scream saturated by his torn throat, he ripped the stick out and threw it to the other side of the chamber. His mouth was a fountain of saliva and blood. His esophagus might as well have been on fire with the pain.
He turned his head, and saw a sturdy board that made the surface of the desk. He only split it in half with the hammer.
That is no blueberry.
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Post by HarleyThomas1002 on Mar 21, 2009 16:56:24 GMT -5
I find that story hilarious.
I am Sam.
I have reached the gates of Hell. I entered without fear. I met the Lord of All Evil, and we made a deal. I got back to Earth, with a task.
I have to kill 665 people before I die. If I do so, I will spend eternity as a Demon King in Hell, with my own Legion to command. Of course, I’m very delighted by that perspective…
There is one condition, though: I cannot just kill random people. There is a trigger: if they hear one simple incantation involving my name, they are eligible to be my target. I managed to make my job easier, putting this spell into a book, a famous one, so that many people will probably hear it. I am very smart, indeed.
So, after you hear the deadly sentence, I will know you. And, when you are least expecting, you’ll see my shadow out the corner of your eyes. And when you turn your head to see what that was… it will be too late.
I will be waiting untill you hear my name again.
Sam I am.
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Post by HarleyThomas1002 on Mar 21, 2009 17:06:49 GMT -5
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Post by wmdkitty on Mar 21, 2009 18:17:40 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. Didn't that happen in "Poltergeist?" If not, this NEEDS to be turned into a horror flick! |
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Post by Paradox on Mar 21, 2009 19:01:01 GMT -5
The holder series is awesome, I'm glad I got linked to it.
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Post by Sigmaleph on Mar 21, 2009 20:11:08 GMT -5
The holder series is awesome, I'm glad I got linked to it. Indeed. I've just read 46 objects... |
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Post by The Lazy One on Mar 21, 2009 20:59:50 GMT -5
Thanks so much! I've only been able to find random bits of them on /x/ occasionally. Now I know where to find the whole series! |
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Post by Sayna on Mar 21, 2009 22:03:05 GMT -5
Dude, why didn't the Blueberries guy just kill himself with the hammer?
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Post by HarleyThomas1002 on Mar 21, 2009 22:06:42 GMT -5
Cause that's the cowards way out.
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Post by Thejebusfire on Mar 21, 2009 22:44:02 GMT -5
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Post by Radiation on Mar 21, 2009 23:08:51 GMT -5
Where the hell do you get these stories? They all sound like something that M. Night Shaylanam or Stephen King would write.
I tried reading the Holder series but got bored by it, btw what does TL;DR stand for?
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