Pighouse a dit :

stop being annoying.
kthxbai.

stop being a newfag who is super ignorant.

gold/.../that guy from pokemon lost silver

Missingo a dit :

gold/.../that guy from pokemon lost silver

never heard of him
hm

Um... I've read Squidward's Suicide. It had a picture on the site where I went but I was too scared to look, considering the rather dark subject matter. I've also found this primarily images creepy pasta on that same site.
EDIT: Here it is. Look close at the pictures. They're not pop-ups, but look very close...
I Found A Digital Camera In The Woods

luna game that is all!

This thread So off topic -.-
Well, Jeff the killer just looks freaking scary

Sonic.exe looove <3

Raaffy a dit :

Sonic.exe looove &lt;3

Sonic.exe and Squidward's Suiside are the only Creepy Pastas that creep me out.

Try SCP-087. THAT is creepy.

Teej posted this awhile back
"I received this letter from my best friend, who went overseas a few days ago with no warning except a weird Facebook update." By ThoughtPod

Jason,

I need you to do something for me tonight. It’s very, very important you do it exactly as I ask. No questions, alright? If you think that I’m going crazy, then just humour me, and we can have a laugh about it when I'm back.

Do you remember the vase that we found half-buried in Stromlo Forest, after the fire? The brass one, with the odd markings embossed into its base? It’s sitting in my bedroom, on my dresser just next to my little ring tree and make up bag.

I need you to get a black sharpie, and draw two eyes on your palms. Just simple ones – doesn’t matter how they look, as long as they are open, and the pupil is in the middle of your palm.

Then I need you to go to my apartment, and get inside. The key is in the envelope that this letter came in. Oh, make sure you get an empty gym bag and take it along.

The apartment will be dark. Don’t turn the lights on. You can take a torch if you’d like, but don’t let its beam touch the vase, ok? Not directly, anyway. Keep it angled at the ceiling or something. Or maybe just take a candle.

When you enter my bedroom, you may hear a whispering sound coming from somewhere – under the bed, behind the door or something. Just ignore it.

Don’t let it freak you out, or convince you of anything – everything it says is a lie. Ignore it.

Go to the vase, and pick it up with both hands simultaneously, making sure the eyes on your palms are touching the brass. If anything happens, or something touches your skin, remember, none of it can hurt you. Ignore it.

Tip the vase over, until all the blood has drained out. It can just go on the carpet or whatever. Keep it tilted until no more drops are dripping out of its mouth.

Do not look inside, or put a finger inside (for God’s sake). Just put it in your bag, and get rid of it. Somewhere no-one will be able to ever get their hands on it. Don’t ask me where – get creative.

I’m so sorry to ask you to do this, Jason. It’s just that you’re the only person I completely trust. If I’d known what I know now…ah well, hindsight is a wonderful thing, I guess.

I’m…a bit ill at the moment. I hope to be well enough to fly home next week, so I’ll see you then, if everything goes well.

All my love,

Jules.

Rawrzgrrz a dit :

*story*

Dispite the fack it is most likely fake... thats pretty creepy.

e_e pretty creepy. Can't believe I forgot about this thread btw. I have a very short story >:D

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door...

Maraoone a dit :

e_e pretty creepy. Can't believe I forgot about this thread btw. I have a very short story &gt;:D

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door...

Heard about that story.....

Another short one ^D^

The Bad Dream

“Daddy, I had a bad dream.” You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it’s 3:23.
“Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?”
“No, Daddy.”
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter’s pale form in the darkness of your room.
"Why not sweetie?”
“Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy’s skin sat up.” For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can’t take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

Soviet Russia Version:

"Father, I had a bad dream"
You take a sip of vodka and roll over. You stare at the clocktower on Sobornaya Square it's 3:23. "Go back to sleep, there is work tomorrow."
"No, Father."
The familiar warm buzz of vodka starts to sink in. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness. "Why is that, devochka moya?"
"Because in my dream, when I was about to go back to sleep, the thing wearing Mother's skin sat up."
You pause, and face your daughter and look at her intensely. The figure behind you begins to stir.
"Don't talk that way about your brother, it is not his fault we have no money for coats. Such is life in Moscow."

Maraoone a dit :

Another short one ^D^

The Bad Dream

“Daddy, I had a bad dream.” You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it’s 3:23.
“Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?”
“No, Daddy.”
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter’s pale form in the darkness of your room.
"Why not sweetie?”
“Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy’s skin sat up.” For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can’t take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

Soviet Russia Version:

"Father, I had a bad dream"
You take a sip of vodka and roll over. You stare at the clocktower on Sobornaya Square it's 3:23. "Go back to sleep, there is work tomorrow."
"No, Father."
The familiar warm buzz of vodka starts to sink in. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness. "Why is that, devochka moya?"
"Because in my dream, when I was about to go back to sleep, the thing wearing Mother's skin sat up."
You pause, and face your daughter and look at her intensely. The figure behind you begins to stir.
"Don't talk that way about your brother, it is not his fault we have no money for coats. Such is life in Moscow."

woah
big difference

Wow the original version of that was really creepy for such a short story >.>

The Soviet Russia one was both disturbing and humorous on the other hand :x

Amnesia.. Amnesia..

SONIC.EXE IS BUMP

DEAD BART DEAD BART DEAD BART DEAD BART DEAD BART

I've read both of those. Sonic.exe isn't that creepy, and I became fazed to Dead Bart since I read it right after Squidward's Suicide (now that one is creepy).

Creepypasta of the Week:

Genetic Memory

Many classic horror icons, such as Giger’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.