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Post by Thejebusfire on Mar 21, 2009 23:14:39 GMT -5
The man who lives above you is the quiet type. How lucky you are to live in an apartment underneath someone so courteous! It seems he never drops anything, seeing as how you never hear any loud thumps coming from the rooms above yours. He is even kind enough to keep the volume on his radio and TV too low to disrupt you. Come to think of it, had you not seen and spoken to him, you would think no one lived up there. Quite a big change from living below a batch of rowdy teens.
He is terribly kind as well. Within the first week of you living there, he invites you up to dinner and offers his services as a plumber in case you have any leaky faucets. The maintenance crew at this complex is awfully incompetent. You can’t have it all, I suppose.
He didn’t even get offended when you told him you were far too busy and didn’t know him well enough to dine with him. He simply smiled, gave you his number, and let you know the offer stood as long as you lived below him.
One night, you decide to take him up on his offer, seeing as how you’re tired of the Hot Pockets your busy schedule allows. You call, uncertain about whether or not he is home due to the utter silence from above, and he answers and invites you to join him upstairs; he has made far too much chicken piccata to eat himself.
You climb the stairs and enter his apartment. It’s impeccable. You’ve already managed to spill some Coke Zero on your carpet. In his six years living there, he has left no stains. Dinner smells delightful. He already has a place set for you, almost as if he was expecting you sooner. Astounded by his kindness, you seat yourself and begin eating.
Almost immediately, you feel a bit drowsy. Overworked, perhaps? He smiles and watches your muscles slowly fail you, the sauce dribbling out of the mouth you can’t hold closed. You start to slide from your chair, you can almost feel the floor meeting your body, but no. He catches you. No sound is made. He carries you down the hall, ever so quietly. You’re growing too unconscious to worry, so rest assured, no one will hear a thing; you won’t even hit the floor.
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Post by Rat Of Steel on Mar 21, 2009 23:39:54 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? It stands for "too long; didn't read". Personally, I think that's an incredibly insulting meme that should never have gotten started in the first place. If you don't intend to read something, just move along to another thread without saying anything at all about it.
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Post by HarleyThomas1002 on Mar 22, 2009 0:01:16 GMT -5
I've read all The Holder stories that are on ED and a few from The Holder site. Scared the hell outta me. Haven't got around to reading anymore.
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Post by Art Vandelay on Mar 22, 2009 5:08:34 GMT -5
The holder series was quite a fun little time-killer. At least I now know never to work as a clerk at a halfway house or mental institution. The amount of stuff I'd have to memorise is downright insane, I can just imagine it now:
Seeker: "I wish to visit the holder of the abandoned"
Me:*looks proud and leads seeker down hallway*...
after what seems like an eternity...
Me: Ah crap! I just realised this goes to the holder of loyalty! I'm supposed to look sad and lead you through a maze of hallways for the holder of abandonment! Goddammit I always get these two confused.
Not to worry, I know a shortcut. Now it can be a wee bit dangerous, due to our plethora of resident demons, but just mind you keep your eyes closed at all times and crabwalk exactly 4 metres behind me while singing "I kissed a girl" by Katy Perry in Portuguese at the top of your lungs. Oh, and if at any time you hear what sounds like a scream from your left, Or is it your right... simply shout "I mean no interruptions to your game of go fish, I have an itchy bumhole" and hopefully you won't be ripped to shreds by the resident hellhounds. Bear this in mind and you should be ok, cool?
seeker: .... You know that if I die due to your fuck-up the world, and you, are doomed to unspeakable horrors?
Me: Yeah, my boss warned me about that... You won't tell him will you? It's just that halfway houses and mental institutions seem to be far more accommodating of the occult than any other organisations and I just can't remember where they all are. I think it's to do with a lack of funding...
Yeah, I know, that was crap. I'm bored ok! Geez...
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Post by The Lazy One on Mar 22, 2009 6:37:55 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? Lurk around on /x/, go to Encyclopedia Dramatica (they have quite a good selection), or just Google "scary stories" as a start. There's quite a bit of creepypasta out there. TL;DR means Too Long, Didn't Read.
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Post by The Lazy One on Mar 22, 2009 16:15:28 GMT -5
There’s a butcher’s shop that is something of an institution in Washington D.C.. The store sells all kinds of meat, cheese, frozen goods. Even pizzas and ice cream. And they sell pies. The pies are not good. The crust is too thick and greasy. The meat is too tough. The gravy is thick and slimy. But despite this, they can still be of use. Buy four of them and leave the shop, then walk around in back. There, you will find what appears to be a homeless man. Offer him one of the pies. He will smile, showing his filed teeth, and begin to eat.
The homeless man was one of Them, or he was once. He doesn’t look like Them. His hair is long, curled and ratty. His skin is a pale olive. His clothing is patchwork and piecemeal and he stinks like the grave. After finishing the pie, ask him where they came from. His reply will be “Across the sea of dreams.” Offer him the second pie and ask where is it they’re going. He will say “To the house on the hill.” Pause here. Take a deep breath. Relax. Offer him the third pie and ask him whose house it is. And then he will tell you.
The last pie is for you. Do not eat it. Instead, crack it open. In amongst the gravy, you will find a strip of paper. On it will be printed an address. The address will be an old house which contains the ark they rode to get here. Do not enter it, for you may never return.
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Post by Fansdicnamnbhgh on Mar 22, 2009 19:14:28 GMT -5
So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE
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Post by The Lazy One on Mar 22, 2009 19:37:05 GMT -5
So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE ![](http://i305.photobucket.com/albums/nn218/thelazyone_islazy/BANANA_WAS_PHONE.png)
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Post by Jack Bauer on Mar 23, 2009 5:40:27 GMT -5
A lot of these sound like the plots of Japanese movies!
You know that the thing under your bed is real. It is best to keep your toes and fingers under the covers on those cold winter nights or, when you wake, you might find there has been an overnight reduction in the digit count.
When it is dark, the thing can come out from under the bed and move around under the bedroom floor. Have you never been disturbed by an odd sound and looked out at the floor to see something that resembles the dorsal fin of a great white shark moving across the floor - a dorsal fin made from the same material as the carpet or floor boarding.
But the most important thing to remember about the thing under your bed is that it is always, always hungry.
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Post by Paradox on Mar 23, 2009 17:40:43 GMT -5
Fortunately, it only eats lint and dust bunnies. So you should be safe.
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Post by Jodie on Mar 23, 2009 22:38:48 GMT -5
Am I the only one who is unaffected by the creepypasta? I don't find any of these scary or creepy at all. Not that I could do better, but I find them all to be kind of lame.
My willing suspension of disbelief must be broken.
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Post by notscary on Mar 23, 2009 22:54:16 GMT -5
Am I the only one who is unaffected by the creepypasta? I don't find any of these scary or creepy at all. Not that I could do better, but I find them all to be kind of lame. My willing suspension of disbelief must be broken. No, it's because they aren't scary.
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Post by Thejebusfire on Mar 23, 2009 23:11:15 GMT -5
Am I the only one who is unaffected by the creepypasta? I don't find any of these scary or creepy at all. Not that I could do better, but I find them all to be kind of lame. My willing suspension of disbelief must be broken. Yeah, most of the one's I've read are pretty bad. I've only found about 1 or 2 that I like.
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Post by ironbite on Mar 24, 2009 0:48:34 GMT -5
So the Holder Series? Sounds an awfully lot like a certain Sci-Fi miniseries that should be picked up as a feature series.
Ironbite-or am I the only one who watched the Lost Room?
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Post by Rat Of Steel on Mar 24, 2009 1:21:53 GMT -5
I dunno about The Lost Room, as I've never seen it. However, I think the Holder Series would provide nigh-endless fun for RPGers interested in a nice lengthy Call of Cthulhu campaign.
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