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Posted on December 11, 2011 05:50

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Post any and everything scary that can and will keep people here up all night hiding under their covers

This thread is for people who have no plans on sleeping tonight.

You may make your own creepypasta or share a story that actually happened to you

Let's start:

Red

"A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”

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Guts

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Drip, drip, drip

One night a young girl, Lily Foster, is left alone for the night, in her country house, while her parents drove out to town for a party. This was fine with Lily, especially since she had her faithful dog, Scout, protecting her throught the night. She made herself something to eat, and sat down at the kitchen table. Turning on the radio to her favorite station, she was surprised to hear a news bulleten declaring that an avenged murderer was on the loose. It advised that people secure all windows and doors as a safety precaution. With her dog by her side, the young girl locked the front and back doors. She went from window to window, and locked each of them one at a time. She reassured herself that she would be fine with her trusty dog, and that her parents would be home shortly, anyway. So, Lily had a pleasant, peaceful evening, and finally decided around eleven o'clock that it was time for bed. She climbed the stairs to her bedroom, and slid under the big, warm blanket on her bed. Before closing her eyes, reached her hand down under the bed, and allowed her dog to lick it- she did this every night, because it comforted her. A short while later she awoke to the sound of a scratching noise at her bedrooom window. She eyed the window, and reminded herself that the whole house was locked and she was safe. She stuck her hand under her bed and felt her dog's slobbery tongue cross over the palm of her hand. She sighed and went back to sleep. An hour or so later she sat up in bed...She had heard footsteps in the hallway, and crept out of bed to see if it was possibly just her parents returning from their party. Seeing nothing, she returned to bed. As she was about to stick her hand under the bed, she heard a drip, drip, drip, followed by some footsteps. She walked downstairs into the kitchen and secured the the taps. That surely wasn't the source of the drip. She crept upstairs and climbed into bed. "This is silly," she told herself "I'm probably just imagining things." She stuck her hand under the bed, and felt the dog lick her hand. An hour later she awoke again. A little mad at this point, she jumped out of bed. The dripping wasn't coming from the kitchen so it must be from the bathroom. She crept along the side of the hallway, and walked into the bathroom. She groped along the side of the wall with her left hand, looking for the light switch. She flicked the light on and gasped. There, hanging from the shower rod was Scout-skinned-a pool of blood had formed on the bathroom tile with a continuous 'drip, drip, drip' as the blood from the dog hit the ground. Something on the wall caught her eye; written on the wall was a message in blood..."Humans can lick too."

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Lavender Town Syndrome

The Lavender Town Syndrome (also known as "Lavender Town Tone" or "Lavender Town Suicides") was a peak in suicides and illness of children between the ages of 7-12 shortly after the release of Pokemon Red and Green in Japan, back in February 27, 1996. It is said that the creator of the tune himself committed suicide after waking to discover one of his sons, who had been listening to the Lavender Town theme song that night, had committed suicide after brutally murdering his own brother.
These suicides and illness only occurred after the children playing the game reached Lavender Town, whose theme music had extremely high frequencies, that studies showed that only children and young teens can hear, since their ears are not fully developed.
Due to the Lavender Tone, at least two-hundred children committed suicide, and many more developed illnesses and afflictions. The children who committed suicide usually did so by hanging or jumping from heights.
After the Lavender Tone incident, the programmers had fixed Lavender Town's theme music to be at a lower frequency, and since children were no longer affected by it.
One video appeared in 2010 using a "special software" to analyze the audio of Lavender Town's music. When played, the software created images of the Unown near the end of the audio. This raised a controversy, since the Unown didn't appear until the Generation 2 games: Silver, Gold, and Crystal.

Only listen to it if you have happy thoughts quickly at hand
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No sleeping tonight ~~~ Listen

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Easily one of my Favorites

NoEnd House

Let me start off by saying that Peter Terry was addicted to heroin.

We were friends in college and continued to be after I graduated. Notice that I said “I”. He dropped out after 2 years of barely cutting it. After I moved out of the dorms and into a small apartment, I didn’t see Peter as much. We would talk online every now and them (AIM was king in pre-facebook years). There was a period where he wasn’t online for about five weeks straight. I wasn’t worried. He was a pretty notorious flake and drug addict, so I assumed he just stopped caring. But then one night I saw him come on. Before I could initiate a conversation, he sent me a message.

“David, man, we need to talk.”

That was when he told me about the NoEnd House. It got that name because no one had ever reached the final exit. The rules were pretty simple and cliche: reach the final room of the building and you win $500, nine rooms in all. The house was located outside the city, roughly four miles from my house. Apparently he had tried and failed. He was a heroin and who knows what the **** addict, so I figured the drugs got the best of him and he wigged out at a paper ghost or something. He told me it would be too much for anyone. That it was unnatural. I didn’t believe him. Why would I? I told him I would check it out the next night, and no matter how hard he tried to convince me otherwise, $500 sounded too good to be true, I had to. I set out the following night. This is what happened.

When I arrived, I immediately noticed something strange about the building. Have you ever seen or read something that shouldn’t be scary, but for some reason a chill crawls up your spine? I walked toward the building and the feeling of uneasiness only intensified as I opened the front door.

My heart slowed and I let a relieved sigh leave me as I entered. The room looked like a normal hotel lobby decorated for Halloween. A sign was posted in place of a worker. It read “Room 1 this way. Eight more follow. Reach the end and you win!” I chuckled and made my way to the first door.

The first area was almost laughable. The decor resembled the Halloween aisle of a K-Mart, complete with sheet ghosts and animatronic zombies that gave a static growl when you passed by. At the far end was an exit, the only door besides the one I entered through. I brushed through the fake spider webs and headed for the second room.

I was greeted by fog as I opened the door to room 2. The room definitely upped the ante in terms of technology. Not only was there a fog machine, but a bat hung from the ceiling and flew in a circle. Scary. They seemed to have a Halloween soundtrack that one would find in a 99 cent store on loop somewhere in the room. I didn’t see a stereo, but I guessed they must have used a PA system. I stepped over a few toy rats that wheeled around and walked with a puffed chest across to the next area. I reached for the doorknob and my heart sank to my knees. I did not want to open that door. A feeling of dread hit me so hard I could barely even think. Logic overtook me after a few terrified moments, and I shook it off and entered the next room.

Room 3 is when things began to change.

On the surface, it looked like a normal room. There was a chair in the middle of the wood paneled floor. A single lamp in the corner did a poor job of lighting the area, and it cast a few shadows across the floor and walls. That was the problem. Shadows. Plural. With the exception of the chair’s, there were others. I had barely walked in the door and I was already terrified. It was at that moment that I knew something wasn’t right. I didn’t even think as I automatically tried to open the door I came through. It was locked from the other side.

That set me off. Was someone locking it as I progressed? There was no way. I would have heard them. Was it a mechanical lock that set automatically? Maybe. But I was too scared to really think. I turned back to the room and the shadows were gone. The chair’s shadow remained, but the others were gone. I slowly began to walk.I used to hallucinate when I was a kid, so I wrote off the shadows as a figment of my imagination. I began to feel better as I made it to the halfway point of the room. I looked down as I took my steps, and that’s when I saw it. Or didn’t see it. My shadow wasn’t there. I didn’t have time to scream. I ran as fast as I could to the other door and flung myself without thinking into the room beyond.

The fourth room was possibly the most disturbing. As I closed the door, all light seemed to be sucked out and put back into the previous room. I stood there, surrounded by darkness, and couldn’t move. I’m not afraid of the dark, and never have been, but I was absolutely terrified. All sight had left me. I held my hand in front of my face and if I didn’t know I was doing so I would never have been able to tell. Darkness doesn’t describe it. I couldn’t hear anything. It was dead silence. When you’re in a sound-proof room, you can still hear yourself breathing. You can hear yourself being alive. I couldn’t. I began to stumble forward after a few moments, my rapidly beating heart the only thing I could feel. There was no door in sight. Wasn’t even sure there was one this time. The silence was then broken by a low hum.

I felt something behind me. I spun around wildly but could barely even see my nose. I knew it was there though. Regardless of how dark it was, I knew something was there. The hum grew louder, closer. It seemed to surround me, but I knew whatever was causing the noise was in front of me, inching closer. I took a step back, I had never felt that kind of fear. I can’t really describe true fear. I wasn’t even scared I was going to die, I was scared of what the alternative was. I was afraid of what this thing had in store for me. Then the lights flashed for less than a second and I saw it. Nothing. I saw nothing and I know I saw nothing there. The room was again plunged into darkness, and the hum was now a wild screech. I screamed in protest, I couldn’t hear this goddamn sound for another minute. I ran backwards away from the noise and fumbled for the door handle. I turned, and fell into room 5.

Before I describe room 5 you have to understand something. I am not a drug addict. I have had no history of drug abuse or any sort of psychosis short of the childhood hallucinations I mentioned earlier, and those were only when I was really tired or just waking up. I entered the NoEnd House with a clear head.

After falling in from the previous room, my view of room 5 was from my back, looking up at the ceiling. What I saw didn’t scare me, it simply surprised me. Trees had grown into the room and towered above my head. The ceilings in this room were taller than the others, which made me think I was in the center of the house. I got up off the flow, dusted myself off, and took a look around. It was definitely the biggest room of them all. I couldn’t even see the door from where I was, various brush and trees must have blocked my line of sight with the exit. Up to this point I figured the rooms were going to get scarier, but this was a paradise compared to the last room. I also assumed that whatever was back in room 4 stayed back there. I was incredibly wrong.

As I made my way deeper into the room I began to hear what one would hear if they were in a forest, chirping bugs and the occasional flap of birds seemed to be my only company in this room. That was the thing that bothered me the most. I heard the bugs and other animals, but I didn’t see any of them. I began to wonder how big this house was. From the outside when I first walked up to it, it looked like a regular house. It was definitely on the bigger side, but this was almost a full forest in here. The canopy covered my view of the ceiling, but I assumed it was still there, however high it was. I couldn’t see any walls though. The only way I knew I was still inside was the floor matched the other rooms, the standard dark wood paneling. I kept walking, hoping that the next tree I passed would reveal the door. After a few moments of walking, I felt a mosquito fly onto my arm. I shook it off and kept going. A second later, I felt about ten more land on my skin at different places. I felt them crawl up and down my arms and legs, and a few made their way across my face. I flailed wildly to get them all off but they just kept crawling. I looked down and let out a muffled scream, more of a whimper to be honest. I didn’t see a single bug. Not one bug was on me, but I could feel them crawl. I heard them fly by my face and sting my skin, but I couldn’t see a single one. I dropped to the ground and began to roll wildly. I was desperate. I hated bugs, especially ones I couldn’t see or touch. But these bugs could touch me, and they were everywhere.

I began to crawl. I had no idea where I was going, the entrance was nowhere in sight, and I still hadn’t even seen the exit. So I just crawled, my skin wriggling with the presence of those phantom bugs. After what seemed like hours I found the door. I grabbed the nearest tree and propped myself up, mindlessly slapping my arms and legs to no avail. I tried to run but I couldn’t, my body was exhausted from crawling and dealing with whatever it was that was on me. I took a few shaky steps to the door, grabbing each tree on the way for support. It was only a few feet away when I heard it. The low hum from before. It was coming from the next room, and it was deeper. I could almost feel it inside my body, like when you stand next to an amp at a concert. The feeling of the bugs on me lessened as the hum grew louder. As I placed my hand on the doorknob, the bugs were completely gone, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn the knob. I knew that if I let go, the bug would return, and there was no way I would make it back to room 4. I just stood there, my head pressed against the door marked 6 and my hand shakily grasping the knob. The hum was so loud I couldn’t even hear myself pretend to think. There was nothing I could do but move on. Room 6 was next, and room 6 was hell.

I closed the door behind me, my eyes held shut and my ears ringing. The hum was surrounding me. As the door clicked into place the hum was gone. I opened my eyes in surprise, and the door I had shut was gone. It was just a wall now. I looked around in shock. The room was identical to room 3, the same chair and lamp but with the correct amount of shadows this time. The only real difference was that there was no exit door, and the one I came in through was now gone. As I said before, I had no previous issues in terms of mental instability, but at that moment I fell into what I now know was insanity. I didn’t scream. I didn’t make a sound. At first I scratched softly. The wall was tough, but I knew the door was there somewhere. I just knew it was. I scratched at where the doorknob was. I clawed at the wall frantically with both hands, my nails being filed down to the skin against the wood. I fell silently to my knees, the only sound in the room was the incessant scratching against the wall. I knew it was there. The door was there I knew it was just there I knew if I could just get past this wall-

“Are you alright?”

I jumped off the ground and spun in one motion. I leaned against the wall behind me and I saw what it was that spoke to me, and to this day I regret ever turning around.

The little girl was wearing a soft white dress that went down to her ankles. She had long blonde hair to the middle of her back and white skin and blue eyes. She was the most frightening thing I had ever seen, and I know that nothing in my life will ever be as unnerving as what I saw in her. While looking at her, I saw the young girl, but I also saw something else. Where she stood I saw what looked like a man’s body only larger than normal and covered in hair. He was naked from head to toe, but his head was not human, and his toes were hooves. It wasn’t the devil, but at that moment it might as well have been. The form had the head of a ram and the snout of a wolf. It was horrifying, and it was synonymous with the little girl in front of me. They were the same form. I can’t really describe it, but I saw them at the same time. They shared the same spot in that room, but it was like looking at two separate dimensions. When I saw the girl I saw the form, and when I saw the form I saw the girl. I couldn’t speak. I could barely even see. My mind was revolting against what it was attempting to process. I had been scared before in my life, and I had never been more scared than when I was trapped in the fourth room, but that was before room 6. I just stood there, staring at whatever it was that spoke to me. There was no exit. I was trapped here with it. And then it spoke again.

“David, you should have listened.”

When it spoke, I heard the words of the little girl, but the other form spoke through my mind in a voice I won’t attempt to describe. There was no other sound. The voice just kept repeating that sentence over and over into my mind, and I agreed. I didn’t know what to do. I was slipping into madness yet couldn’t take my eyes off what was in front of me. I dropped to the floor. I thought I had passed out, but the room wouldn’t let me. I just wanted it to end. I was on my side, my eyes wide open and the form staring down at me. Scurrying across the floor in front of me was one of the battery-powered rats from the second room. The house was toying with me. But for some reason, seeing that rat pulled my mind back from whatever depths it was headed, and I looked around the room. I was getting out of there. I was determined to get out of that house and live and never think about this place again. I knew this room was hell, and I wasn’t ready to take up a residency. At first it was just my eyes that moved. I searched the walls for any kind of opening. The room wasn’t that big, so it didn’t take long to soak up the entire layout. The demon still taunted me, the voice growing louder as the form stayed rooted where it stood. I placed my hand on the floor and lifted myself up to all fours, and I turned to scan the wall behind me. And then I saw something I couldn’t believe. The form was now right at my back, whispering into my ming how I shouldn’t have come. I felt it’s breath on the back of my neck but I refused to turn around. A large rectangle was scratched into the wood, with a small dent shipped away in the center of it. And right in front of my eyes I saw the large 7 I had mindlessly etched into the wall. I knew what it was. Room 7 was just beyond that wall where room 5 was moments ago.

No sleeping tonight ~~~ Listen

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I don’t know how I had done it, and maybe it was just my state of mind at the time, but I had created the door. I knew I had. In my madness I had scratched into the wall what I needed the most, an exit to the next room. Room 7 was close. I knew the demon was wight behind me, but for some reason it couldn’t touch me. I closed my eyes and placed moth hands on the large 7 in front of me. And I pushed. I pushed as hard as I could. The demon was now screaming in my ear. It told me I was never leaving. It told me that this was the end but that I wasn’t going to die, I was going to live there in room 6 with it. I wasn’t. I pushed and screamed at the top of my lungs. I knew I was going to push through the wall eventually. I clenched my eyes shut and screamed, and the demon was gone. I was left in silence. I turned around slowly and was greeted by the room as it was when I entered, just a chair and a lamp. I couldn’t believe it, but I didn’t have time to dwell. I turned back to the 7 and jumped back slightly. What I saw was a door. Not one that I had scratched in, but a regular door with a large 7 on it. My whole body was shaking. It took me a while to turn the knob. I just stood there for a while, staring at the door. I couldn’t stay in room 6, I couldn’t. But if this was only room 6, I couldn’t imagine what 7 had in store. I must have stood there for an hour, just staring at the 7. Finally, with a deep breath, I twisted the knob and opened the door to room 7.

I stumbled through the door mentally exhausted and physically weak. The door behind me closed, and I realized where I was. I was outside. Not outside like room 5, but I was actually outside. My eyes stung. I wanted to cry. I fell to my knees and tried but I couldn’t. I was finally out of that hell. I didn’t even care about the prize that was promised. I turned and saw that the door I just went through was the entrance. I walked to my car and drove home, thinking of how nice a shower sounded.

As I pulled up to my house I felt uneasy. The joy of leaving NoEnd House had faded, and dread was slowly building in my stomach. I shook it off as residual from the house and made my way to the front door. I entered and immediately went up to my room. I entered and there on my bed was my cat Baskerville. He was the first living thing I had seen all night, and I reached to pet him. He hissed and swiped at my hand. I recoiled in shock, as he had never acted like that. I thought “Whatever, he’s an old cat”. I jumped in the shower and got ready for what I was expecting to be a sleepless night.

After my shower, I went to my kitchen to make some food. I descended the stairs and turned into the family room, and what I saw would be forever burned into my mind. My parents were lying on the ground, naked and covered in blood. They were mutilated to near unidentifiable states. Their limbs were removed and placed next to their bodies, and their heads were placed on their chests facing me. The most unsettling part was their expressions. They were smiling, as though they were happy to see me. I vomited and sobbed there in the family room. I didn’t know what had happened, they didn’t even live with me at the time. I was a mess. And then I saw it. A door that was never there before. A door with a large 8 scrawled on it in blood.

I was still in the House. I was standing in my family room but I was in room 7. The faces of my parents smiled wider as I realized this. They weren’t my parents, they couldn’t be. But they looked exactly like them. The door marked 8 was across the room, behind the mutilated bodies in front of me. I knew I had to move on, but at that moment I gave up. The smiling faces tore into my mind, they grounded me where I stood. I vomited again and nearly collapsed. Then the hum returned. It was louder than ever, and it filled the house and shook the walls. The hum compelled me to walk. I began to walk slowly, making my way closer to the door, and the bodies. I could barely stand let alone walk, and the closer I got to my parents the closer I came to suicide. The walls were now shaking so hard it seemed as though they were going to crumble, but still the faces smiled at me. As I inched closer, their eyes followed me. I was now between the two bodies, a few feet away from the door. The dismembered hands clawed their way across the carpet towards me, all the while the faces continued to stare. New terror washed over me and I walked faster. I didn’t want to hear them speak. I didn’t want the voices to match those of my parents. They began to open their mouths, and the hands were now inches from my feet. In a dash of desperation I lunged toward the door, threw it open, and slammed it behind me. Room 8.

I was done. After what I had just experienced I knew there wasn’t anything else this ****ing house could throw at me that I couldn’t live through. There was nothing short of the fires of hell that I wasn’t ready for. Unfortunately, I underestimated the abilities of NoEnd House. Unfortunately, things got more disturbing, more terrifying, and more unspeakable in Room 8.

I still have trouble believing what I saw in room 8. Again, the room was a carbon copy of rooms 4 and 6, but sitting in the usually empty chair was a man. After a few seconds of disbelief, my mind finally accepted the fact that the man sitting in the chair was me. Not someone who looked like me, it was David Williams. I walked closer. I had to get a better look even though I was sure of it. He looked up at me and I noticed tears in his eyes.

“Please… please, don’t do it. Please, don’t hurt me.”

“What?” I said. “Who are you? I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Yes you are…” he was sobbing now. “You’re going to hurt me and I don’t want you to.” He sat in the chair with his legs up and began rocking back and forth. It was actually really pathetic looking, especially since he was me, identical in every way.

“Listen, who are you?” I was now only a few feet from my doppelganger. It was the weirdest experience yet, standing there talking to myself. I wasn’t scared, but I would be soon. “Why are you-?”

“You’re going to hurt me you’re going to hurt me if you want to leave you’re going to hurt me.”

“Why are you saying this? Just calm down, alright? Let’s try and figure this-” And then I saw it. The David sitting down was wearing the same clothes as me, except for a small red patch on his shirt embroidered with the number 9.

“You’re going to hurt me you’re going to hurt me don’t please you’re going to hurt me…”

My eyes didn’t leave that small number on his chest. I knew exactly what it was. The first few door were plain and simple, but after a while they got a little more ambiguous. 7 was scratched into the wall, but by my own hands. 8 was marked in blood above the bodies of my parents. But 9 – this number was on a person, a living person. And worse still, it was on a person that looked exactly like me.

“David?” I had to ask.

“Yes… you’re going to hurt me you’re going to hurt me…” He continued to sob and rock. He answered to David. He was me, right down to the voice. But that 9. I paced around for a few minutes while he sobbed in his chair. The room had no door, and similarly to room 6, the door I came through was gone. For some reason I assumed that scratching would get me no where this time. I studied the walls and floor around the chair, sticking my head underneath and seeing if anything was below. Unfortunately, there was. Below the chair there was a knife. Attached was a tag that read: To David – From Management.

The feeling in my stomach as I read that tag was something sinister. I wanted to throw up, and the last thing I wanted to do was remove that knife from under that chair. The other David was still sobbing uncontrollably. My mind was spinning into an attic of unanswerable questions. Who put this here and how did they get my name? Not to mention the fact that as I knelt on the cold wood floor I also sat in that chair, sobbing in protest of being hurt by myself. It was all too much to process. The house and the management had been playing with me this whole time. My thoughts for some reason turned to Peter, and whether or not he got this far. And if he did, if he met a Peter Terry sobbing in this very chair, rocking back and forth. I shook those thoughts out of my head, they didn’t matter. I took the knife from under the chair, and immediately the other David went quiet.

“David,” he said in my voice, “what do you think you’re going to do?”

I lifted myself from the ground and clenched the knife in my hand.

“I’m going to get out of here.”

David was still sitting in the chair, though he was very calm now. He looked up at me with a slight grin. I couldn’t tell if he was going to laugh or strangle me. Slowly he got up from the chair and stood facing me. It was uncanny. His height and even the way he stood matched mine. I felt the rubber hilt of the knife in my hand and gripped it tighter. I didn’t know what I was planning on doing with it, but I had a feeling I was going to need it.

“Now,” his voice was slightly deeper than my own. “I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt you and I’m going to keep you here.” I didn’t respond. I just lunged and tackled him to the ground. I had mounted him and looked down, knife poised and ready. He looked up at me terrified. It was like I was looking in a mirror. Then the hum returned, low and distant, though I still feel it deep in my body. David looked up at me as I looked down at myself. The hum was getting louder, and I felt something inside me snap. With one motion I slammed the knife into the patch on his chest and ripped down. Blackness fell on the room, and I was falling.

The darkness around me was like nothing I had experienced up to that point. Room 3 was dark, but it didn’t come close to what was completely engulfing me. I wasn’t even sure if I was falling after a while. I felt weightless, covered in dark. And then a deep sadness came over me. I felt lost, depressed, and suicidal. The sight of my parents entered my mind. I knew it wasn’t real, but I had seen it, and the mind has trouble differentiating between what is real and what isn’t. The sadness only deepened. I was in room 9 for what seemed like days. The final room. And that’s exactly what it was, the end. NoEnd House had an end, and I had reached it. At that moment I gave up. I knew I would be in that in between state forever, accompanied by nothing but darkness. Not even the hum was there to keep me sane. I had lost all senses. I couldn’t feel myself. I couldn’t hear anything, sight was useless here, and I searched for taste in my mouth and found nothing. I felt disembodied and completely lost. I knew where I was. This was hell. Room 9 was hell. And then it happened. A light. One of those stereotypical lights at the end of the tunnel. Then I felt ground come up from below me, and I was standing. After a moment or two of gathering my thoughts and senses, I slowly walked toward that light.

As I approached the light, it took form. It was a vertical slit down the side of a door, this time unmarked. I slowly walked through the door and found myself back where I started, the lobby of NoEnd House. It was exactly how I left it. Still empty, still decorated with childish Halloween decorations. After everything that had happened that night, I was still wary of where I was. After a few moments of normalcy, I looked around the place trying to find anything different. On the desk was a plain white envelope with my name handwritten on it. Immensely curious, yet still cautious, I mustered up the courage to open the envelope. Inside was a letter, again handwritten.

David Williams,

Congratulations! You have made it to the end of NoEnd House! Please accept this prize as a token of your great achievement.

Yours forever,
Management

With the letter was five $100 bills.

I couldn’t stop laughing. I laughed for what seemed like hours. I laughed as I walked out to my car and laughed as I drove home. I laughed as I pulled into my driveway, and laughed as I opened my front door to my house and laughed as I saw the small 10 etched into the wood.

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Posted on December 11, 2011 06:15

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Posted on December 11, 2011 06:38

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Harold

Thomas and Alfred were two best friends. Whenever it got hot, they would take their cows up to a cool, green pasture in the mountains. Usually they stayed there with the cows all summer. The work their in the mountains was easy, but really boring. All they did was tend their cows all day. They would return to their tiny hut and night. Every night they ate supper, worked in the garden, and went to sleep.

Then one day, Thomas said "Let's make a life-size doll. We can put it in the garden and use it as a scarecrow." There was a farmer they both hated named Harold, so they decided to name the doll Harold and make it look like him. They made it out of straw and gave it a pointy nose and tiny eyes, like Harold's. Day after day, they would tie Harold to a pole in the garden to scare away the birds. They brought it in the house every night. Sometimes, they would talk to it, saying things like "How's it going?" And the other would say in a weird voice "Not good." Of course, Harold wouldn't appreciate it. When they were in a bad mood, they would even curse at him or kick him.

A while later, when Thomas was taking out his anger on Harold, Alfred swore he heard the doll grunt. "Did you hear that? Harold grunted!" "Impossible, he's just a sack of straw," replied Thomas. Alfred dismissed it, but they both stopped talking to it, kicking it, or even touching it, they just left him neglected in the corner of the room.

After a while, they decided nothing was to be feared. Maybe a few bugs or rats were living in the straw. So they went back to their old routine. Every day, they would take it outside, and bring it back in at night. Then they even started treated him badly again.

One night, Alfred noticed something that scared him. "It looks like Harold is growing." "I was thinking the same," answered Thomas. "Maybe it's just our imagination. I think the elevation is getting to us." The next morning, they saw Harold stand up and walk outstide, climb onto the roof, and he stayed there all night. In the morning, it came down and stood in the pasture. They got very scared and decided to flee. They took their cows and started heading back down for the valley. After going only a mile or so, they realized they had forgotten the milking stools. They knew they didn't have the money to replace them, so Alfred forced himself back to get them. "I'll catch up with you later. You just keep moving." After walking for a while, Thomas looked back at the hut and did not see Alfred. What he did see,however, horrified him. He saw Harold, on the roof of the hut, stretching out a bloody piece of flesh to dry in the sun.

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Posted on December 11, 2011 06:45

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It could be worse....

You could have watched Justin Bieber's movie. No offence but this isn't scary in the slightest

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orochidosu wrote:

It could be worse....

You could have watched Justin Bieber's movie. No offence but this isn't scary in the slightest

Stop acting like a douche and just post something creepy or scary. Your opinions don't matter here. This thread is only for people who want to be scared.

Take a Listen

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Posted on December 11, 2011 08:57

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Still trying to figure out who's in your sig.

EDIT:Go to /x/ and get all the creepypasta you need.

Showcase.

Posted on December 11, 2011 10:19

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I'm trying to import creepy pastas here too. /x/ is definitely one of the best creepy pasta sources. Although, it just saddens me that the rest of 4chan isn't as entertaining as their paranormal section.

Ed Gein

So Ed Gein from Wisconsin, loved his family dearly. But to his dismay, his close relatives seemed to be dying at an incredibly rapid rate. Distraught over his father and brothers death, he lived with his mother while he was in his early-mid forties.

In the mid forties, his mother got a series of strokes. Once again, devastated by her death, he virtually became a recluse, and lived off odd-jobs to keep the house running.

He missed his mother so dearly that after her unfortunate death, that almost a year later, he dug her body up from the grave.

Her body had begun rotting, so to "reconstruct" her body, he dug up fresh female corpses which were about the same age as his mother, and used their body parts of his choice to reapply to his mother, Augusta.

He became obsessed. He started collecting old bodies to keep his mother company, my sitting them around her, in her new body.

A couple of years later in 1954, a woman working at a tavern, Mary Hogan, disappeared from the tavern she worked at. Three years later, Bernice Worden, who worked at a small hardware store, disappeared. Her son suspected Ed Gein who had been in the hardware store earlier that day, who bought a gallon of anti-freeze. When investigators searched the Gein house, they found Bernice Worden's body in his shed.

Her body was strung up by ropes which were wrapped around both of her wrists. She had been slit opened from the front of her body. Both her head, and intestines were were found in a small box inside the Gein farmhouse. He heart was sitting on a bloodied plate in his dining room, waiting to be consumed.

The skin of ten heads were found, and had been preserved, and the skin of a females upper torso had been rolled up, and was lying on the floor. Gein had made a belt out of females nipples, he had carved the crown of a skull into a soup bowl, a lampshade made out of the skin of a face, A table with the legs made out of human shins, four bedposts were decorated with skulls, and a human head was hanging from the wall beside nine skinned faces of women and decorative bracelets made out of human skin.

He had also created an arm-chair out of human arms. On the bright side, Gein must have been incredibly hygienic, as he had covering for the seats in his living room. They too, were made out of human skin. During this time, he'd also acquired a taste for human heart stew.

The investigators also found this list of things while investigating his house:

Four noses
Whole human bones and fragments
Ten female heads with the tops sawn off
Mary Hogan's head in a paper bag
Nine vulvas in a shoe box
Organs in the refrigerator
A pair of lips on a draw string for a window-shade
Faces stuffed with newspapers and mounted
A "mammary vest" flayed from the torso of a woman

Gein admitted later that he had enjoyed dressing himself in his human-skin garments and pretending he was his own mother. He told police that he wanted a sex change, so ideally, he was going to make a complete woman suit to wear out, so he appeared to be a woman. He also confessed to shooting Mary hogan in 1954.

Gein never performed necrophilia on the bodies as they "smelt too bad".

He died in 1984 in a psychiatric hospital of respiratory and heart failure.

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Posted on December 11, 2011 11:22

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Love those stories some more scary than others, but all are enjoyable.

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Try posting or making one!

The King Come Down

Hey guys, I have a story to tell. You probably wont believe me, and frankly, I’m done trying to convince people.

It was about three weeks ago. I was on google, looking for some funny sites to look at I found my way to an imageboard. Everyone on the board spoke in extremely cryptic nonsense. They said things like “Hiel I saw them tonight. Holdings hand we are up in high 99924028 THE KING COME DOWN”

That was one phrase that was used frequenly. “The king come down.” At first, I thought it was spam because of the number of strings that preceeded it, but… its use was way too frequent and erratic to be spam.There would be typos, and the numbers didnt appear to be random.

I decided, fuck it, I’ll see what’s going on with this site. I posted in what appeared to be a “random board” much like /b/ (there was no discernable theme amongst the images and posts). I said hello, I’m new, and I was looking to start a funny thread. Asked them to post their funniest pictures.

That was the first time it started. I remember the first reply clearly. It said “Good to see. U join the HELP! HELP!” From there it got strange. I was told to ignore “the grafts.” I assumed this was some sort of inside-joke. From there ,they began to speak like crazy people. Posting seemingly random numbers and letters, characters from many languages (a few seemed Russian and middle-eastern, as well as possibly Chinse and Koren characters.)

I had no idea what was going on. Then I saw the phrase again. Numbers followed by “The king come down.”

Following that, my power cut off. Complete black out. Freaked me out. I checked the fuses and the switches had just flipped. Flicking them back up, the power went back on. When I returned to my PC, there was an image on the screen of a young boy. He was caucasian, no older than ten.

I sat down, creeped out, but feeling curious. The boy smiled, and apepared to speak, but I couldn’t hear anything. My speakers were on, so I turned up the volume. I could only, just barely hear what he was saying. It was as hushed whisper. I turned the volume up full, and it was still only a faint whisper. His lips moved slowly.

I pushed my head closer to try and figure out what he said. Then he shouted loudly, a booming and terrifying voice screaming at me like a demonic god. The image had changed, the boy was crying, his eyes bleeding heavily as white arms tore the skin from his face.

Then the power cut out again.

Again it was the fuses. When I got my power back, everything was normal. My PC booted up normally, and nothing creepy happened.

Then I started receiving the emails. They were extremely cryptic, and filled with random numbers, much like the imageboard posts. I got an email that was in regular English, too. It said this, “JUST PASS IT ON. JUST FUCKING PASS IT ON.” I didn’t know what it meant.

I got up to get a drink, and froze in fear. From my ceiling hung a man, his body swinging gently. On my wall, written in dry blood were the words: “THE KING COME DOWN.” I blinked and the sight was gone.

For weeks this continued.

I went back to the image board, I was sure I was going out of my mind. Just about read to commit myself to a fucking asylum. I read a post in coherent English that said something like “Pass on the king, pass on the king.”

The thread 404’d before I could even get to it. I went to make a new thread, and when I began typing, the words in my mind were not what appeared in the box. My fingers typed words by their own volition. I typed two things. “HGHSUTHS.” and “4918484 THE KING COME DOWN.”

Then somehow I realized. I was passing it on. The crazy hallucinations stopped. I was good, I learned how to be safe.

I’m sorry…

HAKKSIITMS 44919174 THE KING COME DOWN.

Something lighter...

Scariest Video Game

I just got done playing one of the SCARIEST video games ever. Now, hear me out before saying, “Oh, he’s probably just a fag that gets scared of everything.” I don’t get scared of video games or movies. I’ve played many survival horror games and have seen many horror movies in my day. The only thing that made me just a tiny bit scared were some parts of Penumbra and Condemned. Everything else was just boring. This game was different. VERY different.

You aren’t given any sort of back story the game at all. As soon as you press play, it throws you right into the game. However, I was able to piece together what the story basically is through finally beating this little brick shitter. Apparently, you’re a madman. We’re never given the name, but you can guess what it is if you pay attention to the title screen. For some reason, you escaped from whatever mental hospital room you were hiding in. Now, the very horrid state of your mind has transformed the halls of the hospital into nothing but a pitch black maze with the only light being the walls, which glow a deathly blue.

Your character is apparently some type of mad cannibal that you can barely control. You can force him to turn corners in the creepy hallway, but not much else can be done. Your character seems to grab anything and try to eat it; whatever is in front of him is thrown into his mouth and he munches it down.
While playing the game, you’re being chased by four hideous and ****ing scary ghost monsters. You cannot hurt them at all, and to come even close to one is instant death, in which the ghost latches onto you and rips you inside all, all while you hear the horrible noise of your body being torn.

You can, however, eat some odd objects hidden in the maze, after which your character goes into an even more unstable state. You can literally EAT the ghost monsters. Your character runs right up to them and devours them, only leaving their eyes.

There aren’t any words to describe how horrific and terrifying this game is, and I don’t want to spoil the surprises for you. Just go ahead and try it for yourself. Google the word Pac-Man. You’ll find it on the first search.

Peripheral Vision

Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Most will simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickering candle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture. Ninety-nine out of a hundred times, these people are right.

But then there’s that one elusive sight. It can easily be explained by the above conditions, but something feels wrong about it. A chill down your spine, a slight pain in your side. Maybe even a complete blanking of your mind, only to recede moments later.

Should any of these symptoms be felt, there may be cause for worry. Our peripheral vision is designed to catch motion, even in the dark. This was used to defend against predators in our early days, and as with many aspects of our human nature, it has remained, but weakened.

This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist. Should you ever feel that queer chill in your back, try not to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of your eye. It might be better not to see.

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Man, sevr, you can really make some scary stories! By the way, did the first one actually happen to you? Did you really go through all that in the NoEnd house?

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Sorry but had to delete the torture one cause it's a bit too much. I love the stories though. Can't contribute anything and am posting mostly to let you know what happened to the last story.

They're good, hope other people can find stories to contribute.

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These are a trip, pm the torture one that L08 removed please sevr o:

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CaptainEspada wrote:

Man, sevr, you can really make some scary stories! By the way, did the first one actually happen to you? Did you really go through all that in the NoEnd house?

As I stated, these are "CreepyPastas" These are just short stories made by people in the internet. To answer your question... no, sorry. But I am in the process of making my own. Got 2 paragraphs down though :]

L08 wrote:

Hmmm, I guess. For those who want the story, PM me.

rouge_vizard wrote:

These are a trip, pm the torture one that L08 removed please sevr o:

Alright, give me a sec.

Here's an idea, why don't you guys try and make some too? It's fun I swear.

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