CREEPY STORY THREAD

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Originally Posted by Galvelocity

Originally Posted by brettTHEjett

Can someone quote THEE scariest story???? don't have time to read em all (yet.)
home alone tonight

Don't do it! I was up till 5am last night because of this thread

Bf is out of town so I woke my roommate up and demanded to sleep in her bed with her

Anywho, here's my favorite one:

A couple months ago my friend’s cousin (a single mother) had gotten a new cellphone. After a long day of work, she placed her phone down on the counter and started watching T.V. when her son came to her and asked if he could play with her new phone. She told him to not call anyone or mess with the text messages and he agreed to do so. At around 11:20 P.M. when she was getting tired, she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed herself. She proceeded to his room to see that he wasn’t there. She went to her room to him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand. Browsing though her phone, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc. and headed towards the picture section. She began deleting the pictures he took when she came across the last one. When she first saw it, she couldn’t believe it. It was her son, sleeping on her bed but it was as if the picture was taken by someone else above him. It shows the left half of what seems to be an elderly woman’s face.

 

[j de phx]

That story is creepy ^ or more so that "elderly lady" 

 

[brettthejett]

Originally Posted by Galvelocity

Originally Posted by brettTHEjett

Can someone quote THEE scariest story???? don't have time to read em all (yet.)
home alone tonight

Don't do it! I was up till 5am last night because of this thread

Bf is out of town so I woke my roommate up and demanded to sleep in her bed with her

You're soffffttttt.
These got me in that "what was the noise in my closet" type mood 

 

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It's early morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours.You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings.Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow.
Hours pass. The sun rises.

The phone is ringing.

Whenyou wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. Bythe time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stoppedringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning.
You slideout of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as youstumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly,electronic voice.

Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six newmessages. Message one. The phone beeps again, and you're not preparedfor what comes next.

Screaming.

You spin around, thinkingthat she's standing right behind you. There's pure terror in herscreams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. You stand there,horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical,garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat andtearing flesh.

The phone beeps again. You're shaking.

Message two.

 

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It might happen one morning that you wake up home alone. This could be normal depending on your situation, but this morning will be different. While your environment will all seem exactly the same, you’ll notice that everything is quieter than normal. If you go outside, you will notice a distinct lack of anything like birds, insects… or people. As far as you travel, you will not encounter another sentient human being. The entire world will be intact, but empty except for yourself.

There are currently over 100,000 missing persons cases in the United States. Some are just normal cases of murder or kidnappings, but in others, the disappearance cannot be explained and no remains of the person are ever located.

 

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One night I was browsing General on Niketalk, what I usually do when I'm bored andalone at my home late at night. I was having fun quoting one of Crank's newer Photoshop works when I heard my cell phoneringing on the couch over in the living room. I walked over to go seewho the hell would be calling me this late at night.

Ianswered the phone only to find out it was one of my homies trying toget a sack of weed from me for tomorrow morning. I talked with him forabout 10 minutes, then hung up and put my phone in my pocket.

Iwas walking back to my computer when I heard a noise come from thekitchen. It sounded kind of like someone shuffling in slippers on thesmooth kitchen floor. I quickly grabbed one of the bats that I havestashed around my house and proceeded towards the kitchen. I knew thatI was alone in the house and if it was an intruder, there's no way Iwas going to miss out on a chance to beat the crap out of someone.

Iturn the corner quickly with my bat at the ready, only to find thatnobody was there. I checked all the windows in the kitchen, all of themwere closed and locked properly. I figured my mind must have beenplaying tricks on me because I had been up all day and it was gettingpretty late.

I decided to go back to my computer. I sat down in my chair andswiveled towards the screen to find that I was in a different threadthan when I had left the computer. The OP had posted a gruesome pictureof a bunch of gore splattered all over a kitchen with some mangledcorpse lying facedown in the middle of the floor. The thread read,'Don't you dare click your way out of this thread or you will meet thesame fate.'

Thinking that this was some kind of prank that Meth or one of the Yuku modsor someone was trying to pull, I clicked on the 'General' button near the top left of the page. Suddenly, I hear another sound come from mykitchen, but this time I already have the bat next to me, so I rushover there ready to battle the intruder. I stand in the doorway shockedby what I find. A message written in blood on the floor that read,

'Thanks for letting me out of your computer.'

 

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[h3] The Cabin[/h3]
In the fall of 1998, a woman's left hand was found buried in aremote portion of New England's Great North Woods. The ensuinginvestigation quickly centered on a nearby abandoned cabin which wascompletely unknown both in official records and among the localpopulation, and whose walls were covered partially with anEnglish-language rant about a “woman with no face

 

[superflyinchopstickninja]

Originally Posted by jd2384

Originally Posted by My Swag Runz Deep

Disappointed because she couldn't find a summer job, a college student decides to stay with her grandma for the summer and help her out with her day-to-day activities. When she arrives, her widowed grandmother is happy to see her and shows her to her bedroom. The grandmother informs the young girl that she needs her to do a bit of dusting around the house tomorrow. The young girl agrees and begins to unpack her clothing as her grandmother leaves the room. Before she leaves her grandmother warns, "you are not to ever open the room next door to your bedroom. Anyway, I have it locked. I don't need you to dust in that room." The young girl nods her head but now her curiosity has peaked. That night she hears faint creaking noises coming from the opposite side of the wall--the forbidden room. The next day she informs her grandmother of the strange noises. A strange grin comes across her grandmother's face as she replies, "it was probably just some old beaver trying to come in the house."

Not believing her grandmother's explanation, as the young girl dusted, she went into her grandmothers bedroom and looked everywhere for the key as her grandmother napped in her rocking chair on the front porch. She found it hidden neatly under her grandmother's pillow. She tucked the key into her pocket and headed out to town to run errands for her grandmother. When she returned home she placed her grandmother's key back underneath the pillow and put her own copy that she had made earlier in her pocket. She decided to unlock the door that night once she was sure her grandmother was asleep.

Later that night, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep before her grandmother. Hours after she fell asleep she awoke to the mysterious creaking noise coming from the forbidden bedroom. She slowly creeped out of her bed with the key in her hand. Her heart was in her throat. As she approached the door the creaking got louder and she could hear a faint moaning. The moaning sounded like it was coming from an old woman. She stuck the key inside the door and turned it until she heard the click of it unlocking. She then pushed the door opened. What she saw horrified her. Inside the room was her grandmother on the bed getting busy with porn star Brian Pumper. When her grandmother saw her she yelled, "I told you there was an old beaver in here trying to come! hahahahaha" The girl got into the car and drove back home to the city. To this day when she hears the song, "Oh and it's shaved" chills of fright run up her spine.

B PUMPER!

 once i read that she was hearing moans i kinda expected this.  still though...

 

[l8bloomer11]

I cant believe I got rick rolled

 

[l8bloomer11]

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One night I was browsing General on Niketalk, what I usually do when I'm bored andalone at my home late at night. I was having fun quoting one of Crank's newer Photoshop works when I heard my cell phoneringing on the couch over in the living room. I walked over to go seewho the hell would be calling me this late at night.

Ianswered the phone only to find out it was one of my homies trying toget a sack of weed from me for tomorrow morning. I talked with him forabout 10 minutes, then hung up and put my phone in my pocket.

Iwas walking back to my computer when I heard a noise come from thekitchen. It sounded kind of like someone shuffling in slippers on thesmooth kitchen floor. I quickly grabbed one of the bats that I havestashed around my house and proceeded towards the kitchen. I knew thatI was alone in the house and if it was an intruder, there's no way Iwas going to miss out on a chance to beat the crap out of someone.

Iturn the corner quickly with my bat at the ready, only to find thatnobody was there. I checked all the windows in the kitchen, all of themwere closed and locked properly. I figured my mind must have beenplaying tricks on me because I had been up all day and it was gettingpretty late.

I decided to go back to my computer. I sat down in my chair andswiveled towards the screen to find that I was in a different threadthan when I had left the computer. The OP had posted a gruesome pictureof a bunch of gore splattered all over a kitchen with some mangledcorpse lying facedown in the middle of the floor. The thread read,'Don't you dare click your way out of this thread or you will meet thesame fate.'

Thinking that this was some kind of prank that Meth or one of the Yuku modsor someone was trying to pull, I clicked on the 'General' button near the top left of the page. Suddenly, I hear another sound come from mykitchen, but this time I already have the bat next to me, so I rushover there ready to battle the intruder. I stand in the doorway shockedby what I find. A message written in blood on the floor that read,

'Thanks for letting me out of your computer.'

Hella shook

 

[dmoney82]

Originally Posted by notoriousPAT

Originally Posted by The Takeover

If you haven't read it here's a link to a story called Ted's caving story.... It's a good read, pretty creepy but is very long if you have some time on your hands I recommend reading this http://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/index.html

i remember reading this on NT HELLLLLLLA years ago

Took me a while but great read, Creepy as hell! Man I wish there was an ending. No Updates, they are dead!

 

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Squidward's Suicide

I want to start off by saying if you want an answer at the end, prepare to be disappointed. There just isn't one.
I was an intern at Nickelodeon Studios for a year in 2005 for mydegree in animation. It wasn't paid of course, most internships aren't,but it did have some perks beyond education. To adults it might notseem like a big one, but most kids at the time would %%#$ themselvesover it. Since I worked directly with the editors and animators, I gotto view the new episodes days before they aired.

I'll get right to it without giving too many unnecessarydetails. They had very recently made the Spongebob movie and the entirestaff was somewhat sapped of creativity so it took them longer to startup the season. But the delay lasted longer for more upsetting reasons.There was a problem with the series 4 premier that set everyone andeverything back for several months.

Me and two other interns were in the editing room along withthe lead animators and sound editors for the final cut. We received thecopy that was supposed to be "Fear of a Krabby Patty" and gatheredaround the screen to watch. Now, given that it isn't final yetanimators often put up a mock title card, sort of an inside joke forus, with phony, often times lewd titles, such as "How sex doesn't work"instead of "Rock-a-by-Bivalve" when spongebob and patrick adopt a seascallop. Nothing particularly funny but work related chuckles. So whenwe saw the title card "Squidward's Suicide" we didn't think it morethan a morbid joke. One of the interns did a small throat laugh at it.The happy-go-lucky music plays as is normal.

The story began with Squidard practicing his clarinet, hittinga few sour notes like normal. We hear Spongebob laughing outside andSquidard stops, yelling at him to keep it down as he has a concert thatnight and needs to practice. Spongebob says okay and goes to see Sandywith with Patrick. The bubbles splash screen comes up and we see theending of Squidward's concert. This is when things began to seem off.While playing, a few frames repeat themselves, but the sound doesn't(at this point sound is synced up with animation so yes that's notcommon) but when he stops playing, the sound finishes as if the skipnever happened. There is slight mummuring in the crowed before theybegin to boo him. Not normal cartoon booing that is common in the show,but you could very clearly hear malace in it. Squidward's in full frameand looks visibly afraid. The shot goes to the crowd, with Spongebob incenter frame, and he too is booing, very much unlike him. That isn'tthe oddest thing, though. What is odd is everyone had hyper realisticeyes. Very detailed. Clearly not shots of real people's eyes, butsomething a bit more real than CGI. The pupils were red. Some of uslooked at eachother, obviously confused, but since we weren't thewriters we didn't question its appeal to children, yet.

The shot goes to Squidward sitting on the edge of his bed,looking very forlorn. The view out of his porthole window is of a nightsky so it isn't very long after the concert. The unsettling part is atthis point there is no sound. Literally no sound. Not even the feedbackfrom the speakers in the room. It's as if the speakers were turned off,though their status showed them working perfectly. He just sat there,blinking, in this silence for about 30 seconds, then he started to sobsoftly. He put his hands (tentacles) over his eyes and cried quietlyfor a full minute more, all the while a sound in the background veryslowly growing from nothing to barely audible. It sounded like a slightbreeze through a forest.

The screen slowly begins to zoom in on his face. By slow I meanit's only noticeable if you look at shots 10 seconds apart side byside. His sobbing gets louder, more full of hurt and anger. The screenthen twitches a bit, as if it twists in on itself, for a split secondthen back to normal. The wind-through-the-trees sound gets slowlylouder and more severe, as if a storm is brewing somewhere. The eeriepart is this sound, and Squidward's sobbing, sounded real, as if thesound wasn't coming from the speakers but as if the speakers were holesthe sound was coming through from the other side. As good as sound asthe studio likes to have, they don't purchase the equipment to be thatgood to produce sound of that quality.

Below the sound of the wind and sobbing, very faint, somethingsounded like laughing. It came at odd intervals and never lasted morethan a second so you had a hard time pinning it (we watched this showtwice, so pardon me if things sound too specific but I've had time tothink about them). After 30 seconds of this, the screen blurred andtwitched violently and something flashed over the screen, as if asingle frame was replaced. The lead animation editor paused and rewoundframe by frame. What we saw was horrible. It was a still photo of adead child. He couldn't have been more than 6. The face was mangled andbloodied, one eye dangling over his upturned face, popped. He was nakeddown to his underwear, his stomach crudely cut open and his entrailslaying beside him. He was laying on some pavement that was probably aroad. The most upsetting part was that there was a shadow of thephotographer. There was no crime tape, no evidence tags or markers, andthe angle was completely off for a shot designed to be evidence. Itwould seem the photographer was the person responsible for the child'sdeath.

We were of course mortified, but pressed on, hoping that it wasjust a sick joke. The screen flipped back to Squidward, still sobbing,louder than before, and half body in frame. There was now what appeardto be blood running down his face from his eyes. The blood was alsodone in a hyper realistic style, looking as if you touched it you'd getblood on your fingers. The wind sounded now as if it were that of agale blowing through the forest; there were even snapping sounds ofbranches. The laughing, a deep baritone, lasting at longer intervalsand coming more frequently. After about 20 seconds, the screen againtwisted and showed a single frame photo. The editor was reluctant to goback, we all were, but he knew he had to. This time the photo was thatof what appeared to be a little girl, no older than the first child.She was laying on her stomach, her barrettes in a pool of blood next toher. Her left eye was too popped out and popped, naked except forunderpants. Her entrails were piled on top of her above another crudecut along her back. Again the body was on the street and thephotographer's shadow was visible, very similar in size and shape tothe first. I had to choke back vomit and one intern, the only female inthe room, ran out.

The show resumed. About 5 seconds after this second photoplayed, Squidward went silent, as did all sound, like it was when thisscene started. He put his tentacles down and his eyes were now done inhyper realism like the others were in the beginning of this episode.They were bleeding, bloodshot, and pulsating. He just stared at thescreen, as if watching the viewer. After about 10 seconds, he startedsobbing, this time not covering his eyes. The sound was piercing andloud, and most fear inducing of all is his sobbing was mixed withscreams. Tears and blood were dripping down his face at a heavy rate.The wind sound came back, and so did the deep voiced laughing, and thistime the still photo lasted for a good 5 frames. The animator was ableto stop it on the 4th and backed up. This time the photo was of a boy,about the same age, but this time the scene was different. The entrailswere just being pulled out from a stomach wound by a large hand, theright eye popped and dangling, blood trickling down it. The animatorproceeded. It was hard to believe, but the next one was different butwe couldn't tell what. He went on to the next, same thing. He want backto the first and played them quicker and I lost it. I vomited on thefloor, the animating and sound editors gasping at the screen. The 5frames were not as if they were 5 different photos, they were playedout as if they were frames from a video. We saw the hand slowly liftout the guts, we saw the kid's eyes focus on it, we even saw two framesof the kid beginning to blink. The lead sound editor told us to stop,he had to call in the creator to see this. Mr. Hillenburg arrivedwithin about 15 minutes. He was confused as to why he was called downthere, so the editor just continued the episode.

Once the few frames were shown, all screaming, all sound againstopped. Squidward was just staring at the viewer, full frame of theface, for about 3 seconds. The shot quickly panned out and that deepvoice said "DO IT" and we see in Squidward's hands a shotgun. Heimmediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realisticblood and brain matter splatters the wall behind him, and his bed, andhe flies back with the force. The last 5 seconds of this episode showhis body on the bod, on his side, one eye dangling on what's left ofhis head above the floor, staring blankly at it. Then the episode ends.

Mr Hillenburg is obviously angry at this. He demanded to knowwht the hell was going on. Most people left the room at this point, soit was just a handful of us to watch it again. Viewing the episodetwice only served to imprint the entirety of it in my mind and cause mehorrible nightmares. I'm sorry I stayed.

The only theory we could think of was the file was edited bysomeone in the chain from the drawing studio to here. The CTO wascalled in to analyze when it happened. The analysis of the file didshow it was edited over by new material. However, the timestamp of itwas a mere 24 seconds before we began viewing it. All equipmentinvolved was examined for foreign software and hardware as well asglitches, as if the time stamp may have glitched and showed the wrongtime, but everything checked out fine. We don't know what happened andto this day nobody does. There was an investigation due to the natureof the photos, but nothing came of it. No child seen was identified andno clues were gathered from the data involved nor physical clues in thephotos. I never believed in unexplainable phenomena before, but nowthat I have something happen and can't prove anything about it beyondanecdotal evidence, I think twice about things.

 

[big1236]

^^^Cliffnotes?

 

[je ne sais quoi]

That story was wack. The wording and amount of detail took the suspense and creep factor out of it for me.

 

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[h3]The Wanderer[/h3]
This is a true story.

Back in the 1990s, a girl committed suicide after viewing an image posted in an old newsgroup.

The image was of a figure - which some identified as a woman - standing in the middle of a lonely road. The figure is transparent to the point that its legs are barely visible and is illuminated by an unknown light source coming from the direction of the camera. Whether it's headlights, a hand-held flashlight, or the light of the camera itself isn't known for sure, as the actual source of the image has never been identified. No facial features can be made out, but the figure is most easily identified by its long, bony appendages which partly resemble a spider's legs. Those who have seen the image or know of its existence have come to know the figure in it as "The Wanderer."

The first known Wanderer account occurred in 1996. Jane, a college girl who was visiting her family during the holiday season, had an interest in the paranormal. She saw the Wanderer image on a newsgroup along with a message reading, "Do you see me? I can see you too."

Dozens of other users saw the same post. Most didn't think much of it - just that it was somehow "funny." Some actually complained that they experienced headaches while they looked at the image, and similar claims have been made by others since.

According to Jane's family, she suffered from nightmares in the nights after seeing the image. She claimed she would wake up and see the Wanderer outside her window. Sometimes it would scrape the glass with its spider-like limbs, but usually it would just stand there and stare at her. She would find herself unable to move while in its presence, as if many unseen hands were holding her down. Even if she closed her eyes, she would still see it.

Her family was sure she had just been frightened by an image online and was having nightmares as a result until Jane complained of seeing the Wanderer in her waking life as well. She was convinced it was following her. She would see it even while she was in a room full of people or out in public, even though no one else saw anything. Jane's family feared for her sanity, but only assured her that the Wanderer wasn't real.

Jane, however, only got worse. She began going to extreme lengths to stay awake at night. It started out just with caffeine and staying active, but quickly graduated to cutting herself and screaming all through the night. Before long, she wasn't sleeping at all. She was convinced that, if she slept again, the Wanderer would take her.

Her family knew they couldn't just wait and hope for the best. Jane needed help. But when Jane's mother knocked on her daughter's bedroom door, she received no answer. She carefully opened the door, not wanting to disturb or startle Jane, but still she heard nothing.

Jane wasn't in her bed. She wasn't sitting at her computer. She didn't appear to be in her room at all, until her mother checked the closet.

There, Jane was found curled in the corner. Blood reddened the front of her body, having drained from the long slit across her throat. She was clutching a bloodstained note which read, "It can't have me now."

Jane's case is not isolated. Through the rest of the 90s, dozens of others went missing or committed suicide after viewing the image of the Wanderer. Since the turn of the century - despite my best efforts at locating the image - it seems to have disappeared. Recently, though, I posted on a newsgroup asking if anyone had heard of the Wanderer. I've done this many times before and usually there's one or two people who have heard the story, but no one who has seen the image. This time was different. Shortly after posting, I received an email in my inbox.

The subject of the email was, "I CAN SEE YOU." The body only read, "Do you see me? I can see you too."

There was an image attached with the message. I can't verify whether it's the real Wanderer image or not, but I must warn you that, if you choose to view the image, you do so at your own risk.

 

[Bend_The_Knee]

^if u think imma stare at that pic, u are sadly mistaken

 

[l8bloomer11]

The image is pretty hard to make out and its not really that type of scary.  

 

[ground king]

love this thread.....specially as high im right now man makes this that much better

 

[rawse]

crazyyyy +@+

 

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[swishasweets]

Firefox is the best browser and this thread proves it.

See something scary?

Three finger swipe in down motion

 

[hellohiphop4000]

There's a local bar just out of town in Hamilton (city where I work) the building is really old, used to be a some small hospital a few decades ago but it was shut down in the 50s.
Some crazy stuff has been happening in there for yeaaarrs. I don't know many of the stories as it's all kind of news to me.

More recently a few of the girls that work there have had trouble with a ghost, one girl had multiple encounters with a Poltergeist and 2 of the workers had a really bad experience with a Jin (sp) which are quite dangerous / evil. A homie that I work with used to work there, said the place always spooked him out and he knew something was wrong with the building.

Anyway, him, his younger brother and I were going to be accompanying a team of paranormal investigators on some sort of mission

through the building. I was really excited but it got pushed back from December 12th to some date in january but I'll be on holiday so I can't go =/ I'll mos def get my boy to post what happened next year though. Hopefully pics *fingers crossed*

 

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The Message

Don’t dismiss this outright as the work of some raving lunatic. There’s some sense to this story, if you’ll just hear me out…

Look, we all wonder if time travel is possible, right? Well, let me tell you something… it is. I’m from the future, actually. I know you probably don’t believe that, but seriously, I’m from the future. It’s a really great thing; getting to see the past, watching events unfold… stuff like that. We know more now than we ever would.

Behind all the fun, though, there’s a more serious aspect. We aren’t supposed to go in our own lifetime, and we are NEVER allowed to contact our past selves. Let me tell you, I’m breaking that rule right now. Yes, kid, you’re talking to yourself. Your future self. I’m going to be executed for this, but you know what? I accept that. I’m preventing something by talking to you that is WORSE than death. I can’t tell you outright what to do, because the filters would catch it. This is the closest I can get, trust me. I can, however, send a little message.

You should probably read the first word of every paragraph, now.