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Post by
BuryYourDead
I still haven't finished. I'm REALLY behind on my Science xD
Post by
DeSaad
Bury, then write during boring lessons! Or after tests or stuff. I do that and I'm getting pretty far. =D
Yeah, I got time to write again. \o/
Post by
Adamsm
During my travels trough the marvels and horrors of the web, I developed a fascination for creepy rumors and legends you can find, lurking in the dark corners of the internet.
Such stories, like
Slender man
( check at the right of the tree ) are so well develloped that even if you know they are false ( Slender man was created on the somethingaweful.com forums ), you still have second thoughts about watching trough your window in a dark wood ( especially after you saw
Marble Hornets
).
So, randomness, any videos/stories/pictures really freak you out while surfing the road of information ?
MAN! I just watched all 24 video entry's for the Marble Hornets series and Slender man. All I can say is...wow, that was scary. Especially if you watch the video responses by totheark. The mystery around it is really interesting and intriguing even if they are fake, which im sure they are. A part of me hopes they are real, but another part is glad they are probably fake, that way i can sleep tonight =)
But non the less the videos are awesome and I highly recommend then them to anyone who is interested in these kind of stories and unknown legends.
They are Fake; Slender man was created on 4chan heh. It's not an urban legend like the tales of the other creatures out there, it's an internet one.
Post by
Barek
lol oh well, it was still a really good story!
Post by
343569
This post was from a user who has deleted their account.
Post by
Adamsm
They are Fake; Slender man was created on 4chan heh. It's not an urban legend like the tales of the other creatures out there, it's an internet one.
It wasnt created at 4chan, it was at somethingawful.com as the OP pointed
Same difference heh; still an internet legend.
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313143
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Post by
DeSaad
Great .. Entry ##### ... Has J gone mad or something?
Post by
BuryYourDead
Great .. Entry ##### ... Has J gone mad or something?
I think hes calling masky out.
Post by
DeSaad
I shall now go downstairs with mah pillow, sit in the couch, with mah laptop, close to others, and watch that thing again. Yeah..
*chickens out*
Post by
Adamsm
Heh.
Post by
DeSaad
I just got this thingy from MSN today. It links to a dutch site, but if the link works alright you should get a english movie about a dog-like creature. The Rake perhaps? =P
Dutch site..
Adam you slowpoke.
ZING!
Post by
BuryYourDead
Lol almost finished :D
Post by
Adamsm
I just got this thingy from MSN today. It links to a dutch site, but if the link works alright you should get a english movie about a dog-like creature. The Rake perhaps? =P
Dutch site..
Adam you slowpoke.
ZING!
Mine was already in english lol.
Post by
DeSaad
I just got this thingy from MSN today. It links to a dutch site, but if the link works alright you should get a english movie about a dog-like creature. The Rake perhaps? =P
Dutch site..
Adam you slowpoke.
ZING!
Mine was already in english lol.
Same vid, who cares about the rest of the site. xP
Post by
DeSaad
Sorry for the double post.
I found this story today on DevianArt, while looking for some scythe drawings. I want to make one out of cardbord and stuff. =P
Anyways:
There's something living in my backyard. I'm not sure what it is. Sometimes I hear it in the middle of the night, playing with the windmill in front of my window.
I don't dare open the curtains. I'm afraid. But I hear it, tiny footsteps with a wide gait climbing up the metal framing with sounds so different from the clackity clack of the windmill's blades. The windmill shouldn't be working though. We had tied it up with rope. It doesn't make a sound in the day and the rope stays taught. But in the night all existence of the rope vanishes as the owner of those tiny footsteps continues to play with it, again and again with that clackity clack, clackity clack.
The windmill has such a stark contrast against my house, painted with light yellows and flowerly indigos. The windmill is brown, rust, blackening. When we first moved to the house everything had looked so different and run down. There had been rotting trees and the smell of dead things. When the doors of the cottage next door had been opened there were snakes on the floor, trampled and crushed. The only one that had survived was the biggest, its hollowed skin had been left behind hanging from a hole in the ceiling like a welcome banner. We cleaned up the bodies of the dead snakes and placed them in a bag, intending to take them to the tip the next day.
The bag was gone the next morning.
We laughed about it, of course we did. People steal garbage all the time. But why didn't they take anything else we'd placed nearby? The old garden stool, or the plant boxes? That stinking bag with its rotting contents was all they took.
The windmill was not the only thing rusting on our property. There was the shed, the wide old shed that could fit more cars than we would ever own in our lifetime. Iron beams and rusty corrugated walls, I liked to take a stick and run alongside enjoying the dull metal thumps, getting to the end and jumping up to hit one of the beams with its higher pitched ding. But when I finished my play, as I walked away I thought I heard the same sounds again, like my game echoing back. Or someone was copying me. I played the game more after that, listening intently for the echo, or trying to catch the somebody who seemed to want to play, but whenever I leapt out at the noise growing closer down the wall, there was nothing but silence.
It was when I grew tired of the game that the windmill began. Every night, those tiny footsteps and then that clackity clack. I could never get used to the sound, but nobody else seemed to hear it. It was only ever me - until we rented the cottage next door out to a newlywed couple.
During their stay things were quiet and I found rest. It was then our new neighbour's dog disappeared. Our property is on a slope of a valley, bushland on one side and rainforest on the other where the nearby creek runs. It's not a scary place, it's simply rural Australia. The road is a long one and the landscapes changes drastically the further you go. There are a lot of places for a dog to hide, but even after all those weeks, our neighbours never gave up hope.
I was the one that found it, as I went exploring in the bushland up the hill from our house. In the small dam hidden from view, there was a long metal pipe sticking out on the shore. The dog had been skewered with its putrid entrails hanging out and dangling into the water.
It wasn't the sight of the dog's body that scared me though. It was what I saw in the mud. A single pair of tiny footprints.
Weeks later, our neighbour's wife would come to tell us they were moving. I listened from my room as she sobbed to my parents. Something was disturbing her here and she didn't know what. It wasn't just the discovery of the dog, but something else she couldn't describe. It made her feel unwell and unable to work. My parents weren't sure, but they nodded sympathetically and said they'd help them pack the next day.
It was that night I felt that something. It made my throat dry and thirst for water. I stumbled into the kitchen and turned on the light.
Through the half-opened blinds of the long windows I saw it – standing in the garden, surrounded by the jasmine. It stood there and watched me, and I stared back. I stared back at the Tall Man, dressed in his suit and tie, but whatever face he had I could not see it. All I saw were the outstretched arms that were too many to count, spindly and crooked like withered branches. Stretching out to me.
The blinds closed themselves. I don't think he wanted to be seen.
The windmill creaked again from that night on, that clackity clack playing over and over. And even now that I've moved I still feel like he's there at night, and I keep my blinds closed. I'll be afraid to open them, because I saw him, and he knows.
Yeah, it's once again about Slender Man. It's very nice.
Post by
BuryYourDead
Very well written do it is.
And slight delay on my story...I lost the page -_-'
Post by
DeSaad
*sigh*
Damn the 10 chars!
Post by
Kramp
I am rising this thread from the grave with one hell of a terrifying creepy pasta my friend sent to me.
The Cabin and the Dolls
I don't know what to do anymore. I’m so scared and I can't trust anyone. I went camping about 3 weekends ago in the Huntsville national forest in Texas. Me and 3 friends that came home for the weekend, they are all in college and usually we all get together at least once a year, old friends from high school. For the camping trip we planned to go backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish that we catch and animals that we can trap. We have been doing this for awhile in Texas and in numerous places, Arizona, Colorado (if anyone is familiar with the Spanish peaks there), New Mexico, so we‘re pretty much used to anything you‘d encounter out there. It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Huntsville (more accurately it’s Huntsville/New Waverly). So we drive up there park our car in a camping park spot and start walking off into the forest. We had some laughs along the way, everyone catching up with each other's lives. We walked until it started to get dark and set up camp where we stopped. Everyone gathered wood to make a fire and we set our tent up. And we do what we always do: try and scare each other with weird stories.
Around this time we started to smell something very faint. It was noticeable, but not overbearing. We couldn't put our finger on what it was, so we just carried on. Mike had to go *!@# and he walked off in the forest. A second later he come running back, ^&*! all down his jeans like he’d missed really bad. Immediately we all crack up and throw some jokes at him. Then we noticed that he was white as snow and trying to catch his breath. He starts screaming for us to follow him, and runs off.
We all get serious and go follow him, not knowing what the problem was. We start to hear a faint scream and crying in the distance, in the direction we were running. It was pitch black away from the camp and Mike had the only flash light (we left ours at the camp, he had his from his trip taking a $%^&), so at this stage we didn’t have much choice but to follow the light, which was frantically pointing here and there in front of him.
The scream gets closer and Mike starts to slow down. We then notice a ratty old cabin that looked like it was abandoned, except for a faint light that we could see from one of the old mildew covered windows. The crying was intense: whoever it was couldn't breathe enough to let out a full yell. We all followed Mike up to the front door and we could all hear the crying from inside. As soon as he knocked on the door it stopped. We all waited and heard really heavy footsteps walking fast to the door. There was a giant slam against the door and the sound of a bolt unlocking. Then nothing. We waited for a bit, knocked a few more times, but still nothing happened. We walked around the house (there was no $%^&ing way any of us were leaving each other’s side) and noticed a window, which was a good way up. Alex took a deep breath and said asked us to give him a boost so he could see inside. Me and Mike lifted him up to the window. We watched him brush away dirt and webs from the window and place his face close to the window to try and see something.
There was a quick beat. Then suddenly he breathed in fast and let out a loud scream. Then he fell back from the window, screaming bloody murder the whole way. We all tried to calm him down but he was hysterical. We went to him but he started to shake, punch, kick, you name it, and then took off towards the camp.
None of us wanted to be separated so we all ran close behind him. We caught up to him and grabbed him and set him down. The fire was dying out so I grabbed some nearby wood that we collected added it to the fire. My hands were shaking and I had to do something. I went back to Alex and we all tried to calm him down. He wouldn't he kept screaming and was breathing so hard that he eventually fainted.
All of us are terrified now, and we all kept the fire high until sunrise. Periodically Alex kept waking up, screaming just like before. By sunrise he was up and looked catatonic, just mumbling to himself and whimpering. Me and Mike decide to go look at the cabin now it was daylight. We searched where we thought it was, except there was nothing there. Nothing at all. The indistinct smell from last night had now grown into a very strong smell of something dead, something stale. We headed back to the camping site. When we got there we found Alex had chewed into the sides of his face and swallowed so much blood that he was throwing up. John was at his back, and he looked like he was about to die from exhaustion. I guess we all looked that way, I just didn't notice until I saw his face. Alex said quietly that we need to leave. Now.
We all started to pack up the tent. It started to rain really heavily (it was about noon) and the sky started to grow really dark. Alex started to go into a panic. He went and grabbed a big stick and yelled at us to leave it and leave, now, or he‘d knock us out and drag us out of there himself. Mike started to yell at him, and they started to fight. We broke it up and finished packing, and then started to make our way back. After a little while we arrived at a creek we had crossed the previous day, only it was flooded over, and the water was moving to fast for us to cross it. Alex started to scream again, yelling at Mike for taking his time packing up the tent when we could have gotten out of here. This went on for a while until we finally convinced Alex to calm down and tell us what happened. He said as soon as he put his face to the glass, a face on the other side did the same thing, and started to smile really big. It had dark eyes and a dark mouth which was much bigger then Alex's, as the smile got as large as it could. A giant shadow behind it swung something down and sliced it‘s face off. The face was stuck to the window, and he said it started to laugh quietly as it slid down. Mike, still $%^&ed off (and though he wouldn‘t admit it, beginning to get freaked out), started to argue with him again. We eventually started to follow the creek for a way to cross.
We then started to see toys floating in the creek. Really old toys, old Barbie dolls and baby dolls. This wasn't like any old trash floating in the creek, though… this was a lot of barbies, a lot of baby dolls. One washed towards the side and Mike picked it up. It had some kind of voice chip that was dying and started to say some gurgling words we couldn't understand, followed by it’s sad excuse for laughter. Then it sounded like it was whispering. We thought the batteries must be dying, he threw it down.
We kept going, and the sun was starting to set. Alex was freaking out more now, and was whimpering and breathing heavily. We all started to see shadows move behind trees, something we all called BS on until we all were seeing it. It was barely light out and we stop as we see the cabin right in front of us. None of us knows what to think. Mike says “This is bull, I’m going in there.” Alex tries to stop him. We all do, all of us just wanted to go home. Mike says to all of us to !@#$ off, do our own thing, he doesn't care anymore, this is all bull. We start to hear hundreds of the same sort baby doll as before, laughing, whispering and trying to sing. We start to move forward past the cabin, all of us, and kept pushing forward. We smelled something dead in the air, something stale. The same something as before. We started to hear something crying, and something screaming. We kept on going. We eventually crossed the creek and left the woods. We get back to our vehicle and got in. Its pitch black, and we drive. We are about to get on the 45 to Houston but the road is under construction and can't be accessed. It points to a detour. As we head towards the detour it seems to be small, bumpy dirt road going into the woods.
We then see a young girl come up to us. She looks like she was in trouble, young and pretty. She approaches the passenger side door and she looks like she‘s really drugged up, or beaten up. Alex doesn't roll down the windows, nor does he open the door. She reaches for the handle and he immediately locks it. She puts her face on the window and starts to smile really big. We floor it, Alex starts to cry and scream and we are all breathing heavy. We finally cut on a street that takes us to the 45 and we take it the whole way. When we get back to my apartment everyone doesn't know what to say and we all break apart and go our separate ways. Mike messages me later and says he is going to go back. I try to convince him not to and all he does is say it was our own minds that were screwing with us. I think he just went to prove to himself he wasn’t scared. I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don't go out anymore, I just stay in and don't answer the door. Last week everyone I met was acting really strange, people that I knew for a long time and total strangers. My own dad, when I went to his place to eat supper with him he just watched me, strangely, when I was sitting down. He didn't say a word the whole time. I kept asking him “What’s wrong?” He just slowly shook his head.
When I was leaving to go home I turned to wave. He had black eyes and an open mouth like he was in pain. When I started to walk back he shut the door and bolted it. I stayed there knocking and knocking. Nothing. I called him, his phone was disconnected. I even called the police. Halfway through the questions they were asking me the connection started to fade into static. I could hear a faint mumbling, singing and laughing.
Mike has completely vanished. There is not even a record of him being alive. When I call Alex’s house they talk to me like I’m some salesman. They say they don't know any Alex and to please stop calling. The person who tells me that is Alex‘s mother. I can’t get ahold of John. Someone knocked on my door and when I went to look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile started to form. I called the cops again and instead of it turning into static they got really strange. “Sir, are you affected by any drugs at the moment?” “No.” “Are you coming home anytime soon?” “Excuse me?” “Come home.” and the phone call ended. My mail slot swings every now and then. Someone is sliding pieces of baby dolls through it. I try to call people now and all I can hear is static and bad baby doll noises and this crying and screaming. My TV is busted but when I go to !@#$ I can hear it on. I might be going insane.
Post by
mindthegap5
Them marble hornet tapes are creepy. Although if he had just pulled that guy's mask off first time...
it'll be like the film shrooms, he did it . also, who else clicked the wrong #23 and saw the hands coming throught the ceiling, nice effects xD
Hah, watch
this
at 2.30 I almost shat myself when i got showed it xD
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