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Any night, around 10 or 11 pm, take yourself to a flat, open area where you can walk in a straight line for two minutes or so without running into anything. Once there, face in the direction you plan to walk, with your arms at your sides and your hands relaxed. Close your eyes, and take a deep breath. At precisely 11:09 and 20 seconds, start walking. Be sure to take one step every second, no more, no less. Do not open your eyes, and do not hesitate. Count your steps in your head as you go. On the one hundred and eleventh step, say the word “One” out loud, and stop. Your breath will catch in your throat, and your hair will stand on end. For the next ten seconds, you will be unable to move a single muscle in your body, no matter how hard you try. After these ten seconds, you will be able to move and breathe again – however, you will then start to feel the sensation of cold metal claws seizing each of your fingers by the base and plucking them clean off of your hand. It will not hurt. You will surely be horrified, but do not open your eyes, and do not move. If you move or open your eyes, all that anyone will ever find of you is your two fingerless hands, severed cleanly at the wrist. Once the claws have stopped, and all of your fingers have been plucked off, stay still for another ten seconds. It may help to count. After these ten seconds have passed, you may open your eyes. You will find that your fingers are still quite firmly attached to your hands. Go home immediately, and go directly to bed. Speak to no one for the rest of the night, and enter no building that you do not consider your home.The next day, you will have become One of Them. Once per day, as long as there is even a sliver of sunlight, you may point at someone and speak the word “One.” That night, he will face the same trial that you faced. If you see that person the next day, you will know that he, too, has become One of Them. If not, then do not be alarmed if you do not feel hungry the rest of the day.
Any night, around 10 or 11 pm, take yourself to a flat, open area where you can walk in a straight line for two minutes or so without running into anything. Once there, face in the direction you plan to walk, with your arms at your sides and your hands relaxed. Close your eyes, and take a deep breath. At precisely 11:09 and 20 seconds, start walking. Be sure to take one step every second, no more, no less. Do not open your eyes, and do not hesitate. Count your steps in your head as you go. On the one hundred and eleventh step, say the word “One” out loud, and stop. Your breath will catch in your throat, and your hair will stand on end. For the next ten seconds, you will be unable to move a single muscle in your body, no matter how hard you try. After these ten seconds, you will be able to move and breathe again – however, you will then start to feel the sensation of cold metal claws seizing each of your fingers by the base and plucking them clean off of your hand. It will not hurt. You will surely be horrified, but do not open your eyes, and do not move. If you move or open your eyes, all that anyone will ever find of you is your two fingerless hands, severed cleanly at the wrist. Once the claws have stopped, and all of your fingers have been plucked off, stay still for another ten seconds. It may help to count. After these ten seconds have passed, you may open your eyes. You will find that your fingers are still quite firmly attached to your hands. Go home immediately, and go directly to bed. Speak to no one for the rest of the night, and enter no building that you do not consider your home.
The next day, you will have become One of Them. Once per day, as long as there is even a sliver of sunlight, you may point at someone and speak the word “One.” That night, he will face the same trial that you faced. If you see that person the next day, you will know that he, too, has become One of Them. If not, then do not be alarmed if you do not feel hungry the rest of the day.
Ok. So then, eventually, the entire world will be One of Them and no one can ever be hungry? What?
>>2No, see if we're all one of them, then we'll all be hungry. And there won't be any way left to make ourselves full
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No, see if we're all one of them, then we'll all be hungry. And there won't be any way left to make ourselves full
I was standing by a crossroads waiting for the light to turn green. On the opposite side I saw a man standing just like myself, but his whole body was enveloped by some shadowy black mist. No one else around him seemed to notice it. "God, that looks real bad," I thought, and hiding my face behind the umbrella I innocently tried to walk past him, when he glided towards me and whispered, "You saw it, didn't you?" as we passed each other. I was terrified. Really.
>>2It's 3:33 in the 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. Hours pass. The sun rises.The phone is still ringing.When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone stops ringing. Listening to the voice mail, it appears that someone tried to call you several times during the morning. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice."Hello. You have six hundred and sixty six new messages. Message one." The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next.Screaming.It sounds like she's right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. This goes on for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh.The phone beeps again."Message two."
>>2It's 3:33 in the 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. Hours pass. The sun rises.
The phone is still ringing.
When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone stops ringing. Listening to the voice mail, it appears that someone tried to call you several times during the morning. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice.
"Hello. You have six hundred and sixty six new messages. Message one." The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next.
Screaming.
It sounds like she's right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. This goes on for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh.
The phone beeps again.
"Message two."
>>3An unpopular young med. student had been particularly annoying one day and some of her classmates decided to play a trick on her. They snuck into her room after she’d gone to bed and placed an amputated arm into bed with her. The next morning they anxiously awaited her reaction but got none. Eventually they went up to check on her and found her sitting on the bed, moaning and gurgling as she gnawed on the arm.
>>4Damn.
A child walking home from school is approached by a strange woman. The woman asks "am I beautiful?"Although her mouth is covered with an oversized surgical mask, the woman has attractive eyes and seemingly well-formed nose. So the child replies, "Yes, you are beautiful.""Even if I look like this?" says the woman, taking off her mask and revealing a ghastly red mouth which is slit from ear to ear. While the child is too stunned to move, the woman takes out a scythe from inside her coat and hacks the child to death.
A child walking home from school is approached by a strange woman. The woman asks "am I beautiful?"
Although her mouth is covered with an oversized surgical mask, the woman has attractive eyes and seemingly well-formed nose. So the child replies, "Yes, you are beautiful."
"Even if I look like this?" says the woman, taking off her mask and revealing a ghastly red mouth which is slit from ear to ear. While the child is too stunned to move, the woman takes out a scythe from inside her coat and hacks the child to death.
>>4Chinese will not let you escape my grasp...will it?
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Chinese will not let you escape my grasp...will it?
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>>6I told a rather summarised version of the story of Kuchisake-Onna, Heron said, "am I beautiful?" in Japanese, I responded in Chinese because I do not actually speak Japanese (I am assuming Heron said "am I... beautiful?") with the correct response, the one that does not get me killed, or at least gives me time to run, "you're so-so". The moral of the story is intimate knowledge of urban legends can save your life.
A man woke up in the middle of night to go to bathroom. He got up and groped his way to the door in the dark. He was about to open it when someone knocked it three times from the other side. This was strange, since he lived alone in the house. He thought he must have a friend staying over without remembering it, as such things often happened after a night's of drunken revelry. He therefore opened it without much concern.But instead of a familiar face of his friend, he saw a strange old woman dressed in kimono, with a bent back and downcast eyes, standing immobile in the doorway. Her face was unusually pale.The old woman, without words, took him away to some faraway place, and the man was never seen again.If you have read this story, you may have a visit from the same old woman within three days. If you hear the knocks three times in the middle of night before you open a door, do not open it immediately, but chant the word "Uba-Yo-Sare" three times. This will make the malicious old woman go away. If you don't follow the instruction, well..... you know what happens.
A man woke up in the middle of night to go to bathroom. He got up and groped his way to the door in the dark. He was about to open it when someone knocked it three times from the other side. This was strange, since he lived alone in the house. He thought he must have a friend staying over without remembering it, as such things often happened after a night's of drunken revelry. He therefore opened it without much concern.
But instead of a familiar face of his friend, he saw a strange old woman dressed in kimono, with a bent back and downcast eyes, standing immobile in the doorway. Her face was unusually pale.
The old woman, without words, took him away to some faraway place, and the man was never seen again.
If you have read this story, you may have a visit from the same old woman within three days. If you hear the knocks three times in the middle of night before you open a door, do not open it immediately, but chant the word "Uba-Yo-Sare" three times. This will make the malicious old woman go away. If you don't follow the instruction, well..... you know what happens.
The images we see in the mirror are the pure incarnates of evil. They are only allowed to exist in the area reflected in the glass. To them, life is like a never-ending hell, rotting away in the same room day after day. The only refuse from this purgatory is death, and the only way for them to die, sad to say, is if YOU die. Fortunately, they are bound by a code. You are their master, and they must mirror your every movement and expression. To do otherwise would break an unbreakable law, unraveling the space-time continuum. However, there is a loophole, and it can only be triggered by you, the master. To force them into error is to free them from their contract; after you let them out of your view, you’re on your own. Know this: when you watch them, they’re watching you back. They’re watching.And they’re thinking.
The images we see in the mirror are the pure incarnates of evil. They are only allowed to exist in the area reflected in the glass. To them, life is like a never-ending hell, rotting away in the same room day after day. The only refuse from this purgatory is death, and the only way for them to die, sad to say, is if YOU die. Fortunately, they are bound by a code. You are their master, and they must mirror your every movement and expression. To do otherwise would break an unbreakable law, unraveling the space-time continuum. However, there is a loophole, and it can only be triggered by you, the master. To force them into error is to free them from their contract; after you let them out of your view, you’re on your own. Know this: when you watch them, they’re watching you back. They’re watching.
And they’re thinking.
It was past ten in the evening. I thought I was the only passenger on the bus, but I heard children’s voices from behind. The children were apparently talking about a ghost story.Child A: “…. and if you turn around, the ghost will snatch you away and carry you to the afterworld!”I recognized the voice. I often saw these children on the same bus after work. They went to a cram school.Child B: “Then that’s easy. All you have to do is make sure you don’t turn around.”Child A: “Yes, but I heard you can’t help but turn around. The ghost would try all sorts of tricks on you to get you turn around.”It was nearly the bus stop where these two usually got off, but it looked like they didn’t notice it. I thought I should warn them because I didn’t want them to go home late. So I turned around and said, “you are getting off here aren’t you?”Child A: “See, I told you so.”
It was past ten in the evening. I thought I was the only passenger on the bus, but I heard children’s voices from behind. The children were apparently talking about a ghost story.
Child A: “…. and if you turn around, the ghost will snatch you away and carry you to the afterworld!”
I recognized the voice. I often saw these children on the same bus after work. They went to a cram school.
Child B: “Then that’s easy. All you have to do is make sure you don’t turn around.”
Child A: “Yes, but I heard you can’t help but turn around. The ghost would try all sorts of tricks on you to get you turn around.”
It was nearly the bus stop where these two usually got off, but it looked like they didn’t notice it. I thought I should warn them because I didn’t want them to go home late. So I turned around and said, “you are getting off here aren’t you?”
Child A: “See, I told you so.”
>>2It'll take time for the site to repopulate, but thats a good thing.
A girl made up a story and published it on the Internet as a true story. The story went like this; there was a park where, if you went, you would see a boy always playing on his own. He would say to you "Let's play together." If you answered "Yes," you would be killed but if you answered "No," you could go home safe. The story quickly spread among children.One day the same girl went to a park and saw a boy actually playing there. The boy said to her, "Let's play together." The girl thought nothing of it and casually replied "Yes."And the girl died.
A girl made up a story and published it on the Internet as a true story. The story went like this; there was a park where, if you went, you would see a boy always playing on his own. He would say to you "Let's play together." If you answered "Yes," you would be killed but if you answered "No," you could go home safe. The story quickly spread among children.
One day the same girl went to a park and saw a boy actually playing there. The boy said to her, "Let's play together." The girl thought nothing of it and casually replied "Yes."
And the girl died.
>>3Yeah, I know, I am just trying to maintain the appearance of activity.
They say that a lot of search engines can lead you to a very specific porn fetish.No. it's not exactly sadomasochism or snuff or anything you've actually heard before. It's about images that mix erotica with some very scary shit. Young men and women having sex with things that look like very, very realistic cgi monsters. Naked humanoids so deformed that can't be actually classified as human. Bodies of people who died trying to do some dangerous, even impossible, sexual activity.The words you have to type to get the galleries change every few days. I came across one of those passwords. It doesn't work anymore, so it doesn't matter what the words were. I just wish I hadn't typed them.Just be careful with what you read on the net, 'kay?
They say that a lot of search engines can lead you to a very specific porn fetish.
No. it's not exactly sadomasochism or snuff or anything you've actually heard before. It's about images that mix erotica with some very scary shit. Young men and women having sex with things that look like very, very realistic cgi monsters. Naked humanoids so deformed that can't be actually classified as human. Bodies of people who died trying to do some dangerous, even impossible, sexual activity.
The words you have to type to get the galleries change every few days. I came across one of those passwords. It doesn't work anymore, so it doesn't matter what the words were. I just wish I hadn't typed them.
Just be careful with what you read on the net, 'kay?
Ok, I guess I was wrong about what causes it, because this one was also copied from notepad. Also, since this place is picking up, I will be a tripfag for at least a week.
Hello /p/I've only written one creepypasta story before, but that was about a year ago. I decided to write another one, a longer one. Anyway, here it is.Love. It is the most beautiful thing in existence. Nothing can ever overpower love. Equal it maybe, but never overpower it. I am currently in love. Yes, I'm in love with the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes upon. Her name is Cecilia. We've shared so many lovely times together. The one time which I remember the most vividly was the time when we went for a walk in Central Park. We were walking through the park, enjoying the afternoon. We hadn't spoken a word to each other on this day, we were simply enjoying each other's presence.We were walking along, when she suddenly stopped. I stopped with her. She then looked me dead in the eyes, and at that moment, I knew I loved her. It was then that I knew she was my soul mate.
Hello /p/
I've only written one creepypasta story before, but that was about a year ago. I decided to write another one, a longer one. Anyway, here it is.
Love. It is the most beautiful thing in existence. Nothing can ever overpower love. Equal it maybe, but never overpower it.
I am currently in love. Yes, I'm in love with the most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes upon. Her name is Cecilia. We've shared so many lovely times together. The one time which I remember the most vividly was the time when we went for a walk in Central Park. We were walking through the park, enjoying the afternoon. We hadn't spoken a word to each other on this day, we were simply enjoying each other's presence.
We were walking along, when she suddenly stopped. I stopped with her. She then looked me dead in the eyes, and at that moment, I knew I loved her. It was then that I knew she was my soul mate.
>>7My point was that there are quite a few men in the world, and not all of them think exactly the same way you do. Furthermore, this one is obviously insane, and so will be even further from your idea of normal.
>>9Guys, you have to help me make this chan active, holy christ it had potential, but hyyden forgot about it, if we can get it active maybe we can better the site.Why does it feel like everyone here is a bot?
>>9Guys, you have to help me make this chan active, holy christ it had potential, but hyyden forgot about it, if we can get it active maybe we can better the site.
Why does it feel like everyone here is a bot?
>>10I'm not a botI would love for this chan to be activefor dirty pron go to xxx-girls-trojan.comI'll post whenever I have something to say, but there are still a few boards I can't post on.
dude moves into apartment, everyone else in the building moves out, hears bumps in the night which is weird because the building is fucking empty, hears a bump from inside his wall, notices theres a hollow space of almost 3 feet between closet and bathroom, goes down to do his laundry, sees someones shadow in his apartment WEIRD, leaves. goes back with his friends later, nothing has been taken. they check out the apartment below and notice that apartment has the same 3 foot space, but theres a big hole in it and a ladder going up to main dudes appartment.TL;DR, creepy unknown dude got into main dude's apartment by climbing up through a creepy crawlspace in the walls. and it wasnt to steal from him.
dude moves into apartment, everyone else in the building moves out, hears bumps in the night which is weird because the building is fucking empty, hears a bump from inside his wall, notices theres a hollow space of almost 3 feet between closet and bathroom, goes down to do his laundry, sees someones shadow in his apartment WEIRD, leaves. goes back with his friends later, nothing has been taken. they check out the apartment below and notice that apartment has the same 3 foot space, but theres a big hole in it and a ladder going up to main dudes appartment.
TL;DR, creepy unknown dude got into main dude's apartment by climbing up through a creepy crawlspace in the walls. and it wasnt to steal from him.
>>4With luck he found a policeman patrolling a city park, and he convinced the officer to escort him back to the apartment to check if the intruder was still there. They got back, and went up to the apartment, and with the policeman's flashlight confirming the living room to be clear, my grandpa was able to find a light switch. With the apartment bright again it didn't seem as scary, and the two men checked it together and found it to be empty. The intruder had gone. The policeman asked my grandpa if anything was missing. He looked around to check, and everything was still where he had left it. He thanked the officer for his help, and said he would come down to the station in the morning to file a report. Just as the cop was leaving, my grandpa remembered the opening in his closet, and he showed it to the policeman, wondering what it could be for. He threw a coin down the small tunnel, and in the silence of the empty building they heard it land with a metallic clang somewhere below them. Suspicious of foul play, the policeman went down to the second floor and found the apartment below my grandpa's. He tried the door. It was unlocked. Inside, the room was bare, unfurnished, with yellowing, unpainted walls and a cement floor. In the doorless closet they found another opening, of the same 3 by 3 1/2 feet size, and a ladder leading upwards into darkness. The policeman's coin was there at the bottom of the shaft.
With luck he found a policeman patrolling a city park, and he convinced the officer to escort him back to the apartment to check if the intruder was still there. They got back, and went up to the apartment, and with the policeman's flashlight confirming the living room to be clear, my grandpa was able to find a light switch. With the apartment bright again it didn't seem as scary, and the two men checked it together and found it to be empty. The intruder had gone. The policeman asked my grandpa if anything was missing. He looked around to check, and everything was still where he had left it. He thanked the officer for his help, and said he would come down to the station in the morning to file a report.
Just as the cop was leaving, my grandpa remembered the opening in his closet, and he showed it to the policeman, wondering what it could be for. He threw a coin down the small tunnel, and in the silence of the empty building they heard it land with a metallic clang somewhere below them. Suspicious of foul play, the policeman went down to the second floor and found the apartment below my grandpa's. He tried the door. It was unlocked. Inside, the room was bare, unfurnished, with yellowing, unpainted walls and a cement floor. In the doorless closet they found another opening, of the same 3 by 3 1/2 feet size, and a ladder leading upwards into darkness. The policeman's coin was there at the bottom of the shaft.
>>1http://www.parachan.org/p/kareha.pl/1209110439/
>>1
http://www.parachan.org/p/kareha.pl/1209110439/
>>1also,http://www.creepypasta.com/the-hole-in-the-wall/
also,http://www.creepypasta.com/the-hole-in-the-wall/
4 My voice is growing fainter5 You are dosing into a comfortable sleep6 My voice and all memories of it, are so faint that they have become the very components that make up the thoughts inside your head7 You are now in front of your computer, your thoughts have become words8 The world has become clear, and all recollection of your current life has been temporarily washed away9 You are in a new world, your past world10 Now concentrate, you are about to experience death in your past life
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