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My dad told me this story when I was twelve years old and we were on a camping trip in the forests of Texas.He had just moved into his own apartment for the first time. He was going to college and he had a job, and he had rented a small, one bedroom apartment near his job and the campus he was attending. On one of the first few nights he spent there, from outside his door came a loud knocking. Someone was knocking at the door, but not his door. They were knocking on the one across the hall. My dad didn't think much of it, of course, but the knocking continued for awhile and it began to annoy him. It was loud, frantic, irregular in its rythym, and each knock pissed my dad off a little more. Eventually he decided to go look out his peephole and see what the commotion was all about. When he looked out the peephole, there was a woman standing right outside of HIS door, staring into the peephole, right at him. My dad was shocked and he backed away from the door. He had expected to see someone across the hall, with their back to him. He checked that the door was locked, then he looked back out the peephole. No one was there. The hall was empty. And... the knocking had stopped.
My dad told me this story when I was twelve years old and we were on a camping trip in the forests of Texas.
He had just moved into his own apartment for the first time. He was going to college and he had a job, and he had rented a small, one bedroom apartment near his job and the campus he was attending. On one of the first few nights he spent there, from outside his door came a loud knocking. Someone was knocking at the door, but not his door. They were knocking on the one across the hall. My dad didn't think much of it, of course, but the knocking continued for awhile and it began to annoy him. It was loud, frantic, irregular in its rythym, and each knock pissed my dad off a little more. Eventually he decided to go look out his peephole and see what the commotion was all about. When he looked out the peephole, there was a woman standing right outside of HIS door, staring into the peephole, right at him. My dad was shocked and he backed away from the door. He had expected to see someone across the hall, with their back to him. He checked that the door was locked, then he looked back out the peephole. No one was there. The hall was empty. And... the knocking had stopped.
are you the one who made the youtube video of this?if you are, i was trying to leave a comment concerning how i wasn't really scared because it was just narration over nothing happening.i thought maybe it would be better if there were actually people involved in the movie.but the pasta is kinda weird
are you the one who made the youtube video of this?
if you are, i was trying to leave a comment concerning how i wasn't really scared because it was just narration over nothing happening.
i thought maybe it would be better if there were actually people involved in the movie.
but the pasta is kinda weird
>>4there's a youtube video of this pasta? link plz. I wrote it but I didn't make the video.
>>4
there's a youtube video of this pasta? link plz. I wrote it but I didn't make the video.
>>5nvm, found it. holy shit, thank you to whoever made the vid. I'm honored :3
>>5
nvm, found it. holy shit, thank you to whoever made the vid. I'm honored :3
I don’t generally feel fear, in trainin’ its one of the instincts they try to remove from us. Them generals who sit back and design the trainin’, they don’t seem to realize that in the field a little fear can be the key to stayin’ sharp, and stayin’ alive. I don’t underestimate the value of the generals either, they had their days in combat too. I just think they may have forgotten just a little bit of their time in the field, and how fear helped keep them in one piece. As I said, I don’t usually get frightened, but on this occasion I was genuinely, and undeniably afraid. We was sent in to rescue a pilot, who had been shot down while scoutin’. It was a different experience for sure, but just a kinda hum-drum mission to us. We got dropped off in a field a few hours from the woods his plane went down in, and a few hours from sunset too. We reached the forest just as the sun dropped behind the peaks to the west, and we could just hear wolves startin’ to howl. That’s when I started feelin’ a bit of consternation, not ‘cause wolves scare me or nothin’, after all I grew up in the woods of the Appalachians, wolves out there is just a fact of life. In fact the wolf cries made me feel a little closer to home. But I was still feelin’ a little uneasy, couldn’t put my finger on it then, but now I think it was our sergeant, his face was lookin’ a little pale as we headed into the woods. He was a local, y’see, knew all the ol’ bogeyman stories of the area, but he didn’t usually take no heed in ‘em. So, seein’ him all shook up like that were’nt helpin’ me much. But he took point, and we trudged on in behind him.
I don’t generally feel fear, in trainin’ its one of the instincts they try to remove from us. Them generals who sit back and design the trainin’, they don’t seem to realize that in the field a little fear can be the key to stayin’ sharp, and stayin’ alive. I don’t underestimate the value of the generals either, they had their days in combat too. I just think they may have forgotten just a little bit of their time in the field, and how fear helped keep them in one piece. As I said, I don’t usually get frightened, but on this occasion I was genuinely, and undeniably afraid.
We was sent in to rescue a pilot, who had been shot down while scoutin’. It was a different experience for sure, but just a kinda hum-drum mission to us. We got dropped off in a field a few hours from the woods his plane went down in, and a few hours from sunset too. We reached the forest just as the sun dropped behind the peaks to the west, and we could just hear wolves startin’ to howl. That’s when I started feelin’ a bit of consternation, not ‘cause wolves scare me or nothin’, after all I grew up in the woods of the Appalachians, wolves out there is just a fact of life. In fact the wolf cries made me feel a little closer to home. But I was still feelin’ a little uneasy, couldn’t put my finger on it then, but now I think it was our sergeant, his face was lookin’ a little pale as we headed into the woods. He was a local, y’see, knew all the ol’ bogeyman stories of the area, but he didn’t usually take no heed in ‘em. So, seein’ him all shook up like that were’nt helpin’ me much. But he took point, and we trudged on in behind him.
On the way back the wolf pieces in the trees was just as creepy as before and smellin’ even worse, and we walked low, all kinda expectin’ a big ol’ monster to jump out at us all the time. When I looked back at the pilot he didn’t seemed much bothered by none of it. I couldn’t quite figure why, I just guessed he hit his head durin’ the crash and was still a little woozy. That’s when I noticed something was wrong. Tobias, I guess, noticed it about the same time I did, cause he asked what I was thinkin’, ‘Hey, where’s doc?’ Doc, the medic, was gone, and noone had seen him wander away, the pilot insisted he had just run off to pee in the woods. We asked sergeant if we should wait for him to come back, but he was real scared you could tell, and he just said we should meet up with him at the pick-up point. That wasn’t like the sergeant, he was the no-man-left-behind type of fella, so for him to just leave a guy in them gruesome woods, it was real clear he just wanted to be out, and fast. We kept movin’ till Tobias chimed in again, real quiet, sayin’, “I think I found doc…” Then he puked all over the ground, and as I looked around for doc, I saw what he meant. Up in one of them trees was another strip of meat, ‘bout a foot and a half long, all bloody, only this one didn’t have no fur, and it was kinda pink. My stomach jumped about up to my throat, then started twistin’ around inside me, like it was tryin’ to get out, but I kept myself from pukin’ and suggested that we move, and not be slow about it. So we headed on, joggin’ now, all runnin’ in single file, I stayed up with sergeant, most of the way. All the time them little strips was hangin’ in the trees, some of ‘em wolf, some of ‘em, somethin’ else. We stopped for a break now and then, ‘till Tobias went missin’. Then we was sprintin’, and not stoppin’ for nothin’, not even when we heard Gerry trip behind us, and cry out for us to wait up. Once he was gone, the sergeant whispered to me, ‘Why don’t you take point for a little.’
On the way back the wolf pieces in the trees was just as creepy as before and smellin’ even worse, and we walked low, all kinda expectin’ a big ol’ monster to jump out at us all the time. When I looked back at the pilot he didn’t seemed much bothered by none of it. I couldn’t quite figure why, I just guessed he hit his head durin’ the crash and was still a little woozy. That’s when I noticed something was wrong. Tobias, I guess, noticed it about the same time I did, cause he asked what I was thinkin’, ‘Hey, where’s doc?’
Doc, the medic, was gone, and noone had seen him wander away, the pilot insisted he had just run off to pee in the woods. We asked sergeant if we should wait for him to come back, but he was real scared you could tell, and he just said we should meet up with him at the pick-up point. That wasn’t like the sergeant, he was the no-man-left-behind type of fella, so for him to just leave a guy in them gruesome woods, it was real clear he just wanted to be out, and fast. We kept movin’ till Tobias chimed in again, real quiet, sayin’, “I think I found doc…” Then he puked all over the ground, and as I looked around for doc, I saw what he meant. Up in one of them trees was another strip of meat, ‘bout a foot and a half long, all bloody, only this one didn’t have no fur, and it was kinda pink. My stomach jumped about up to my throat, then started twistin’ around inside me, like it was tryin’ to get out, but I kept myself from pukin’ and suggested that we move, and not be slow about it. So we headed on, joggin’ now, all runnin’ in single file, I stayed up with sergeant, most of the way. All the time them little strips was hangin’ in the trees, some of ‘em wolf, some of ‘em, somethin’ else. We stopped for a break now and then, ‘till Tobias went missin’. Then we was sprintin’, and not stoppin’ for nothin’, not even when we heard Gerry trip behind us, and cry out for us to wait up. Once he was gone, the sergeant whispered to me, ‘Why don’t you take point for a little.’
He fell back and I picked up the lead, and eventually, when I was out of breath, and out of energy I stopped and looked back, and he was gone too. Only the pilot was left, me and the pilot. It was in that grey time, right before the sun peeks up in the east, at that almost mornin’ time. Funny thing was, the pilot wasn’t even breathin’ hard or nothin’, and I started to ask him why not, but stopped myself as I began to come to a realization. There was a monster in them woods, that was for sure. But that monster, he wasn’t hidin’ behind the trees or nothin’, no, this monster was even more clever. This monster looked like a pilot that had crashed his plane, and he walked and talked like a pilot too. I knew my time was not long in this world, if I didn’t do somethin’ real quick like, so I leaned against a tree and started talkin’ to the monster, even set my machine gun on the ground. As the monster and I exchanged words, I real sneakily reached my hand down to my sidearm, and took it out of its holster. As quick as I could I drew the pistol and pointed it right at the monster’s head. That’s another thing they teach you in trainin’ is to aim for the heart, but the kind of monster that tears wolves and people into ribbons and hangs ‘em from trees, I don’t think has much of heart, so I put my gun right between its eyes. ‘Cole?’ the monster said, usin’ the pilot’s voice. I just started squeezin’ the trigger, lookin’ the monster right in the eyes. All the time it kept pleadin’ with me, talkin’ like the pilot, but its eyes were all aflame like a cornered animal lookin’ for any way out. Right before the hammer of the pistol dropped, the monster got all calm, and just said, ‘Cole, don’t do something you’re going to regret.’ Right then I noticed all the forest sounds had stopped again, like the whole woods was just holdin’ its breath, for that one moment. I hesitated, but for only a quarter of a second, then the monster started to move and I pulled the trigger all the way back. The report of the gun upset a few sparrows and the sounds of the critters started up again all at once, just as the sun rose above the horizon, and dawn came. I ran all the way outta the woods, not darin’ to look up in any of the trees. Finally I got to the pick-up point, where a chopper was already waitin’. They asked me where everyone was, but I just shook my head. They strapped me in and we flew back to base, all the ride they was grillin’ me with questions, but I wouldn’t say no words to ‘em. Not even when they tried to debrief me back at base, I never spoke none. I knew they wouldn’t believe me, hell I probably wouldn’t believe me.
He fell back and I picked up the lead, and eventually, when I was out of breath, and out of energy I stopped and looked back, and he was gone too. Only the pilot was left, me and the pilot. It was in that grey time, right before the sun peeks up in the east, at that almost mornin’ time. Funny thing was, the pilot wasn’t even breathin’ hard or nothin’, and I started to ask him why not, but stopped myself as I began to come to a realization. There was a monster in them woods, that was for sure. But that monster, he wasn’t hidin’ behind the trees or nothin’, no, this monster was even more clever. This monster looked like a pilot that had crashed his plane, and he walked and talked like a pilot too. I knew my time was not long in this world, if I didn’t do somethin’ real quick like, so I leaned against a tree and started talkin’ to the monster, even set my machine gun on the ground.
As the monster and I exchanged words, I real sneakily reached my hand down to my sidearm, and took it out of its holster. As quick as I could I drew the pistol and pointed it right at the monster’s head. That’s another thing they teach you in trainin’ is to aim for the heart, but the kind of monster that tears wolves and people into ribbons and hangs ‘em from trees, I don’t think has much of heart, so I put my gun right between its eyes.
‘Cole?’ the monster said, usin’ the pilot’s voice. I just started squeezin’ the trigger, lookin’ the monster right in the eyes. All the time it kept pleadin’ with me, talkin’ like the pilot, but its eyes were all aflame like a cornered animal lookin’ for any way out. Right before the hammer of the pistol dropped, the monster got all calm, and just said, ‘Cole, don’t do something you’re going to regret.’ Right then I noticed all the forest sounds had stopped again, like the whole woods was just holdin’ its breath, for that one moment. I hesitated, but for only a quarter of a second, then the monster started to move and I pulled the trigger all the way back. The report of the gun upset a few sparrows and the sounds of the critters started up again all at once, just as the sun rose above the horizon, and dawn came. I ran all the way outta the woods, not darin’ to look up in any of the trees. Finally I got to the pick-up point, where a chopper was already waitin’. They asked me where everyone was, but I just shook my head. They strapped me in and we flew back to base, all the ride they was grillin’ me with questions, but I wouldn’t say no words to ‘em. Not even when they tried to debrief me back at base, I never spoke none. I knew they wouldn’t believe me, hell I probably wouldn’t believe me.
A few days later they sent out a team to find the rest of my squad, and when they came back I was arrested, and tried for the murders of Private Graham Tobias, Private Conrad Gerry, Private Dylan ‘Doc’ Finley, Sergeant Bill Chapman, and Senior Airman Tanner Ray. The team they sent out found all their bodies, each with a bullet hole in the head, and all but one stripped clean, by what the coroners determined was wolves. I guess they didn’t bother to look up the trees, ‘cause there ‘aint no wolf that slices its food all in ribbons then hangs it like jerky. Only the pilot’s body was left alone, it had just begun to rot when they found it. Anyway, I was court marshaled and dishonorably discharged and sent to a hospital or the criminally insane, where I’ll probably the rest of my life in a little six by nine room. Which is really the safest thing, for all of you, ‘cause about a day after I got outta there, I came to a realization. I shot a monster, that’s for damn sure, but they found a pilot’s body. Even as I tried to relax for a while, I started feelin’ it inside me. I guess when I shot the monster’s body, it had to go somewhere, and so I suppose it just hopped over into me. So nowadays I sit pretty calm and I don’t say much, ‘cept if I’m hungry, or thirsty, or I need to go to the bathroom, ‘cause sometimes when I try to talk, the monster uses my voice instead, and his words are like poison to peoples minds. So I stay real quiet and just fight the monster on the inside, but I’m getting’ tired. I’m sure someday the monster’ll win, and he’ll kill me, but it’ll look all the world like I just killed myself. I just hope when it happens, he can’t jump outta me and into someone else, ‘cause we don’t need that kind of evil just wanderin’ ‘round the world. Now I’m not sure of how far he can hop, but every day, I just hope, when he does jump, I hope he can’t go far enough.
The Intruder is a silhouette and similar in shape to a Siamese cat. When sitting, it is about 7.5 feet tall. It has two overly large, slanted eyes, which glow a bright fluorescent green, and have no pupils. It blinks these eyes occasionally. Other than the eyes, it has no other discernible facial or body features. Whenever you enter your home after dark, The Intruder is always watching. It sits about 10 feet away from you in plain view. It remains immobile and does not even try to conceal its presence. While outside, it can only be seen by one person at a time. If it were to be within the sight range of two people then the first person who sees The Intruder would remain being able to see it while it would remain completely invisible to others. It emits no noises of its own. The only time it can be heard is when it is stretching its claws on a tree or your house siding. If you approach it then it will run away very quickly and violently, kicking up dirt and rocks. The sounds of the wind from The Intruder's movements and flying debris from under The Intruder's feet can be heard. If you were to throw an object toward it or discharge a firearm at it you would get the same effect. Once you turn back to the door to insert your key you will find that The Intruder has noiselessly returned to its previous position where it continues to watch you. Some say that The Intruder listens to your key hit the lock. They say that The Intruder can eventually ascertain the shape of your key simply by hearing the pins of your lock moving. It is unknown how many times The Intruder must hear you unlock your door before it can determine the exact shape of your key. You see, The Intruder wants to kill you, that is, if this creature is even capable of wanting anything. Perhaps it is better to say that it intends to kill you. However, The Intruder can only kill you inside your house, and may not force its way in. Furthermore, it cannot enter an empty house. You must already be at home in order for it to enter. If you were to run outside of your house once The Intruder enters, The Intruder will pursue you, drag you back inside, and then kill you. If you ever hear a key hitting your door in the dead of night then it may be The Intruder trying out its key that it has made. The Intruder only tries to use its keys when it is close to perfecting them, so if you do hear it trying to unlock your door then you can be certain that it will have a proper working key within a few nights. If you enter your house through another means, for example a garage or screen door, then you may suddenly find it them inoperable from the outside, through both remote or attempted physical operation of the door. If you attempt to leave your door unlocked in order to prevent The Intruder from hearing the shape of your key, then you may be disappointed to find that the door has been locked by the time you arrive at home. If you hear a key hit your lock it is advised that you turn off all of your lights and attempt to push on the door to try and prevent The Intruder from entering, although it likely outweighs you. Once The Intruder enters your house all light sources above that of a candle become blinding to all inhabitants other than The Intruder. If you have time to light a candle then it is suggested, as this will allow you to see the silhouette without becoming blinded. A very small advantage that you may have is that, once inside a home, all inhabitants are able to see The Intruder simultaneously. The Intruder will kill every human inside of the house. It will only attack pets if the animal chooses to engage The Intruder. Most animals choose not to engage. The only time that the Intruder will make any noise of its own is during a killing strike. The Intruder will make a quick hissing sound during this strike, and will not make this noise again until it claims its next victim. The Intruder has never been known to kill anyone without hissing at the killing blow. It will usually try to completely disable its prey to the point where it cannot move before such an action is taken. It is thought that The Intruder prefers to disable its prey before a kill strike because the act of hissing may be the only time that it is vulnerable to damage. This is purely speculation however.
The Intruder is a silhouette and similar in shape to a Siamese cat. When sitting, it is about 7.5 feet tall. It has two overly large, slanted eyes, which glow a bright fluorescent green, and have no pupils. It blinks these eyes occasionally. Other than the eyes, it has no other discernible facial or body features.
Whenever you enter your home after dark, The Intruder is always watching. It sits about 10 feet away from you in plain view. It remains immobile and does not even try to conceal its presence. While outside, it can only be seen by one person at a time. If it were to be within the sight range of two people then the first person who sees The Intruder would remain being able to see it while it would remain completely invisible to others.
It emits no noises of its own. The only time it can be heard is when it is stretching its claws on a tree or your house siding. If you approach it then it will run away very quickly and violently, kicking up dirt and rocks. The sounds of the wind from The Intruder's movements and flying debris from under The Intruder's feet can be heard. If you were to throw an object toward it or discharge a firearm at it you would get the same effect. Once you turn back to the door to insert your key you will find that The Intruder has noiselessly returned to its previous position where it continues to watch you.
Some say that The Intruder listens to your key hit the lock. They say that The Intruder can eventually ascertain the shape of your key simply by hearing the pins of your lock moving. It is unknown how many times The Intruder must hear you unlock your door before it can determine the exact shape of your key.
You see, The Intruder wants to kill you, that is, if this creature is even capable of wanting anything. Perhaps it is better to say that it intends to kill you. However, The Intruder can only kill you inside your house, and may not force its way in. Furthermore, it cannot enter an empty house. You must already be at home in order for it to enter. If you were to run outside of your house once The Intruder enters, The Intruder will pursue you, drag you back inside, and then kill you.
If you ever hear a key hitting your door in the dead of night then it may be The Intruder trying out its key that it has made. The Intruder only tries to use its keys when it is close to perfecting them, so if you do hear it trying to unlock your door then you can be certain that it will have a proper working key within a few nights. If you enter your house through another means, for example a garage or screen door, then you may suddenly find it them inoperable from the outside, through both remote or attempted physical operation of the door. If you attempt to leave your door unlocked in order to prevent The Intruder from hearing the shape of your key, then you may be disappointed to find that the door has been locked by the time you arrive at home.
If you hear a key hit your lock it is advised that you turn off all of your lights and attempt to push on the door to try and prevent The Intruder from entering, although it likely outweighs you. Once The Intruder enters your house all light sources above that of a candle become blinding to all inhabitants other than The Intruder. If you have time to light a candle then it is suggested, as this will allow you to see the silhouette without becoming blinded. A very small advantage that you may have is that, once inside a home, all inhabitants are able to see The Intruder simultaneously.
The Intruder will kill every human inside of the house. It will only attack pets if the animal chooses to engage The Intruder. Most animals choose not to engage. The only time that the Intruder will make any noise of its own is during a killing strike. The Intruder will make a quick hissing sound during this strike, and will not make this noise again until it claims its next victim. The Intruder has never been known to kill anyone without hissing at the killing blow. It will usually try to completely disable its prey to the point where it cannot move before such an action is taken. It is thought that The Intruder prefers to disable its prey before a kill strike because the act of hissing may be the only time that it is vulnerable to damage. This is purely speculation however.
Oh man... my favorite creepypasta EVAR
Milton H. Erickson found that any habitual pattern which is interrupted unexpectedly will cause sudden and light trance. He created a method of inducing trance called the hypnotic handshake. The handshake interruption creates a mild confusion in a person. The person will enter trance at its own will. In this highly suggestable state the person will temporarily follow all orders. Amnesia usually occurs when the person exits the trance, but can be easily ensured using the power of suggestion. So think back, reader. Think off all those grown dirty men that shook your hands when you were a child. Remember that man that shook your hands and that is all you can remember? Maybe it is best you have forgotten...
Milton H. Erickson found that any habitual pattern which is interrupted unexpectedly will cause sudden and light trance. He created a method of inducing trance called the hypnotic handshake.
The handshake interruption creates a mild confusion in a person. The person will enter trance at its own will. In this highly suggestable state the person will temporarily follow all orders.
Amnesia usually occurs when the person exits the trance, but can be easily ensured using the power of suggestion. So think back, reader. Think off all those grown dirty men that shook your hands when you were a child.
Remember that man that shook your hands and that is all you can remember? Maybe it is best you have forgotten...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-TURhK90_8:26Derren Brown does it to some random guy on the street.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f-TURhK90_8
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Derren Brown does it to some random guy on the street.
derren brown is awesome
(from 4chan/x)I'm hoping at least /x/ will enjoy this because it's probably fucked me up for life. It's seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I moved my shit into my friends place), so I want to get this out there and have people call bullshit and pass judgment, because I think it'll make me feel better.I've moved out all my stuff, I've already called the cops, and informed my absentee landlord. I've done all the proper things, so there's nothing left to do but share my little fucked up city living story.About six months ago, my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the Benton Park neighborhood of St. Louis. About two weeks after we move in, her grandfather, who raised her, has a fucking stroke, and she ends up going home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. She was living with him full time until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice.Anyway, I'd been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a year. It's beautiful, newly remodeled, double paned windows, great insulation. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. It's got a couple of weird things about it, as you'll see. There are only four units in the building, on the second and third floors. We're on the top floor.The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. The walls and floors are paper thin. I could hear every word of my downstairs neighbors’ conversation at all times. I know when they take a shower, I know when they fuck. And I'm sure they know the same about us. It's weird, the more info we had on each other, the less we wanted to actually know each other.They moved out six weeks ago. Then the other two units went vacant a week later. It was kinda weird, but also kind of awesome. I could finally stomp around, watch porn and play rock band at full volume.About four weeks ago, it got weird. It was about 1 am, and I was going to bed, and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs. Really quiet at first, but sustained. It sounded halfway between a hushed conversation, with only one person talking, and small motor running. Just a babbling, not quite regular drone. Freaked me out at first, but I rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refrigerator downstairs. Something I'd never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring. I learned to live with it, as it rose and fell every evening. Pretty soon a steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. I know it sounds fucked up, but when you hear it every night for a while, you just make excuses for it.
(from 4chan/x)
I'm hoping at least /x/ will enjoy this because it's probably fucked me up for life. It's seeming a lot more absurd as time passes (12 days since I moved my shit into my friends place), so I want to get this out there and have people call bullshit and pass judgment, because I think it'll make me feel better.
I've moved out all my stuff, I've already called the cops, and informed my absentee landlord. I've done all the proper things, so there's nothing left to do but share my little fucked up city living story.
About six months ago, my girlfriend and I moved into an apartment in the Benton Park neighborhood of St. Louis. About two weeks after we move in, her grandfather, who raised her, has a fucking stroke, and she ends up going home to Twin Oaks to take care of him. She was living with him full time until we can find out how to afford a nurse or hospice.
Anyway, I'd been living in our one bedroom all alone for the last half a year. It's beautiful, newly remodeled, double paned windows, great insulation. The best a couple of hicks turned yuppies could want. It's got a couple of weird things about it, as you'll see. There are only four units in the building, on the second and third floors. We're on the top floor.
The first weird thing about the place we noticed right when we moved in. The walls and floors are paper thin. I could hear every word of my downstairs neighbors’ conversation at all times. I know when they take a shower, I know when they fuck. And I'm sure they know the same about us. It's weird, the more info we had on each other, the less we wanted to actually know each other.
They moved out six weeks ago. Then the other two units went vacant a week later. It was kinda weird, but also kind of awesome. I could finally stomp around, watch porn and play rock band at full volume.
About four weeks ago, it got weird. It was about 1 am, and I was going to bed, and I started to hear this noise from the empty apartment downstairs. Really quiet at first, but sustained. It sounded halfway between a hushed conversation, with only one person talking, and small motor running. Just a babbling, not quite regular drone. Freaked me out at first, but I rationalized that it was some plumbing or the refrigerator downstairs. Something I'd never heard over my downstairs neighbors farting and snoring. I learned to live with it, as it rose and fell every evening. Pretty soon a steady tapping sound started in with mumbling. I know it sounds fucked up, but when you hear it every night for a while, you just make excuses for it.
a favorite!
the word fuck doesnt make things more creepyit makes it less so
the word fuck doesnt make things more creepy
it makes it less so
ive read this over 9000 timesi dont understand whats creepy about itguy sees abnormally thick wall and goes batshit insane?srsly i dont understand what is it thats freaking him outcan somebody explain?
“Hey Coop, you wanna come over this Easter for Sunday?” Dave was always one to want to help out his friends. He is too good to me.“I’ll think about it Dave, I have a lot of work to catch up on. But hey, thanks for the offer.” “Alright, but if you get lonely, my door is always open.”“Will do mate. Will do. Oh yea, thanks for the ride back to my place.”As I opened the door to get out of Dave’s brand new Lexus, the coldness of the night seeped under my skin and nestled itself around my bones. I can feel a storm beginning to settle in. You can always tell when a storm is about to begin in the country-side. The birds stop chirping and the animals all take shelter. Everything is silent. It really does get lonely out here. Four Acres of forest on all sides of this little old house. This is only temporary of course. My brother allowed me to stay here until I can get back on my feet after a nasty little breakup with my girlfriend. It’s not much but its home for now. It’s two stories high, just enough windows so that during the day it will light up enough so I don’t need to waste electricity on lights, and is basically your everyday, run of the mill, house. As I make my way up the drive-way, fumbling for my keys in my pocket, I notice something dart across the front window. Now this hard to describe, because how do you describe a shadow in an already pitch black room. It’s almost impossible to imagine. Something black moving in a black room, ridiculous, but I most certainly saw it. I hate living alone.
“Hey Coop, you wanna come over this Easter for Sunday?” Dave was always one to want to help out his friends. He is too good to me.“I’ll think about it Dave, I have a lot of work to catch up on. But hey, thanks for the offer.” “Alright, but if you get lonely, my door is always open.”
“Will do mate. Will do. Oh yea, thanks for the ride back to my place.”
As I opened the door to get out of Dave’s brand new Lexus, the coldness of the night seeped under my skin and nestled itself around my bones. I can feel a storm beginning to settle in. You can always tell when a storm is about to begin in the country-side. The birds stop chirping and the animals all take shelter. Everything is silent.
It really does get lonely out here. Four Acres of forest on all sides of this little old house. This is only temporary of course. My brother allowed me to stay here until I can get back on my feet after a nasty little breakup with my girlfriend. It’s not much but its home for now. It’s two stories high, just enough windows so that during the day it will light up enough so I don’t need to waste electricity on lights, and is basically your everyday, run of the mill, house. As I make my way up the drive-way, fumbling for my keys in my pocket, I notice something dart across the front window. Now this hard to describe, because how do you describe a shadow in an already pitch black room. It’s almost impossible to imagine. Something black moving in a black room, ridiculous, but I most certainly saw it. I hate living alone.
5/10it seems like you put alot of work into this, but (and please do excuse my ocd) the end of your second post, that bit about how your so hungry your stomach is growling and your "craving a bowl of easy mac and cambell soup" ,with that dry and serious tone, was very comical. its stupid and unneccesary so I suggest you find a way to replace that with something more generic or bland. something that people cannot relate to or associate with other things in pop culture that are seen as, or related to things which are silly or childish.when you say "easy mac and cambell soup" the first thing that pops into my head is that commercial with the black kid and that old blues musician who sing "I got the bluuuess, blues macaroni and cheeeeeese", you want there to be a really serious atmosphere with a story like this so every word matters. you cant risk taking away from the overall effect of the story.that one bit really killed the whole thing for me, and the fact that you didn't add line breaks into your story completely distroyed your chance of getting anything higher than a 5 out of 10. nice sentence structure though. I really enjoyed your grammar and paragraphical structure (aside from on your second and third posts)
5/10
it seems like you put alot of work into this, but (and please do excuse my ocd) the end of your second post, that bit about how your so hungry your stomach is growling and your "craving a bowl of easy mac and cambell soup" ,with that dry and serious tone, was very comical.
its stupid and unneccesary so I suggest you find a way to replace that with something more generic or bland. something that people cannot relate to or associate with other things in pop culture that are seen as, or related to things which are silly or childish.
when you say "easy mac and cambell soup" the first thing that pops into my head is that commercial with the black kid and that old blues musician who sing "I got the bluuuess, blues macaroni and cheeeeeese",
you want there to be a really serious atmosphere with a story like this so every word matters. you cant risk taking away from the overall effect of the story.
that one bit really killed the whole thing for me, and the fact that you didn't add line breaks into your story completely distroyed your chance of getting anything higher than a 5 out of 10. nice sentence structure though. I really enjoyed your grammar and paragraphical structure (aside from on your second and third posts)
>>6>(aside from on your second and third posts)Excuse me, what I meant to say was: (aside from on your first and second posts).
>>6
>(aside from on your second and third posts)
Excuse me, what I meant to say was: (aside from on your first and second posts).
>>6Actually to be honest, I typed this up in microsoft word, figuring that automatically did line breaks.I also apologize about the Easy Mac and Campbell's soup line.I thouhgt i took that out and replaces it. I must not of saved it when I did.Thank you for your feedback though.A line-breaked version is on 711chan in their. /x/ if you really feel the need to read it with breaks.
>>6Actually to be honest, I typed this up in microsoft word, figuring that automatically did line breaks.
I also apologize about the Easy Mac and Campbell's soup line.
I thouhgt i took that out and replaces it. I must not of saved it when I did.
Thank you for your feedback though.
A line-breaked version is on 711chan in their. /x/ if you really feel the need to read it with breaks.
Well, I'm gonna write a story about some zombies. Thing is, these zombies aren't your typical zombies, no comet tail radiation or nuclear holocaust made zombies, these... I won't go into specifics in order to avoid spoiling the surprise, but since they aren't typical zombies, I don't want this to be a typical zombie story. ITT, please, tell me all the cliche zombie movie/story stuff you don't want to see again, stuff that is so predictable you don't even need to watch the movie to know the ending, etc. I'll take all the input and use it, and I'll post the results here at a later time.Cross posted in /u/, btw...
Well, I'm gonna write a story about some zombies. Thing is, these zombies aren't your typical zombies, no comet tail radiation or nuclear holocaust made zombies, these... I won't go into specifics in order to avoid spoiling the surprise, but since they aren't typical zombies, I don't want this to be a typical zombie story. ITT, please, tell me all the cliche zombie movie/story stuff you don't want to see again, stuff that is so predictable you don't even need to watch the movie to know the ending, etc. I'll take all the input and use it, and I'll post the results here at a later time.
Cross posted in /u/, btw...
How about a story where the zombie disease affects only sadistics, and the slow killing and eating is done by intent and not brainless instinct.The thing that doesn't scare me about zombie flicks is that the creatures are simply stupid, or portrayed as such. When the antagonist knows what they're doing and enjoys fucking with the protagonists (and sometimes the audience too), it tends to creep me out more.Case in point: The Ring scared me the first time around. Arachnid did not.
How about a story where the zombie disease affects only sadistics, and the slow killing and eating is done by intent and not brainless instinct.
The thing that doesn't scare me about zombie flicks is that the creatures are simply stupid, or portrayed as such. When the antagonist knows what they're doing and enjoys fucking with the protagonists (and sometimes the audience too), it tends to creep me out more.
Case in point: The Ring scared me the first time around. Arachnid did not.
>>4In both of my possible scenarios, the "zombies" took the zombified effect upon themselves by choice.
In both of my possible scenarios, the "zombies" took the zombified effect upon themselves by choice.
>>3It was one of the Romero movies. The main zombie was a big black dude and most of the zombies used weapons of some sort.
Hey there does anybody have any stories about haunted mental asylums, with disturbing history or just a awesome creepypasta. Also pictures like the one provided would be good too if ya have any, cheers!
>>18I got your mail mate. Sent you a mail back, hopefully it will work...
>>19 Right dude, you were right about the filters, for some reason the live account wasnt accepting the emails. I have now added you to my contacts and I have also set up a yahoo mail to make things easier, so check see if there is anything in your account!
>>19 ah dammit just missed ya on yahoo :( i will email all info :)
>>19
ah dammit just missed ya on yahoo :( i will email all info :)
Old thread closed, and I was gonna post this there, but it closed and yeah. Just thought SC might like this, it was in an original content thread on /x/. PAINT A PASTA!
Nothing beats the original
>>2True, but good OC is good. Yummy chemo for /x/.
/r/ing the seeds of anxiety rs
he has a boner...he is a boner...
he has a boner...
he is a boner...
>>4A boner with a boner?
Thank you, anonymous, I'm hooked on this guy's work now.
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