Creepy crap (because you aren't planning on sleeping tonight)

Nightmares:

A recent study by the National Psychiatric Institute in Boston, MA, concluded that no activity can account for the phenomenon known as nightmares. Whereas many dreams come from unconscious desires, most nightmares seem to come from an outside source independent of the individual. In fact, when subjects are asked to recall nightmares they are almost always found in the same memory section as actual physical memories, not the section where normal dreams are replayed. In other words, those aliens and creatures you see at night in your "dreams?" They're real.

Bluestorm-Kalas

You are making out with your girlfriend when suddenly the phone rings. You pick up and ask, "Hello?" The voice on the other end says "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER??" Just then, your girlfriend says her father's been dead for three years. THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

PainKiller_25

You completely screwed that one up. The bad grammar was what made it funny. I would post the original picture, but it has the "s" word. I don't want to be modded.

And this thread is like a dollar-store version of the other thread. Hardly anything new, and nothing scary.

So your with you're with your honey and you're making out when the phone rings. You answer it and the voice says "What are you doing with my daughter?" You tell your girl and she says "my dad is dead" WHO WAS PHONE?Adonymous

Still wrong. That's it, forget the potential modding, y'all needs some edumacation. (please mods, don't mod me!)

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"A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

The best one from the old thread.

Good stories.

Keep them coming.

"A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

The best one from the old thread.

super_mario_128

This one was definately the best.

Got this off creepy pasta

A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won't close.

She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog's blood are the words "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".

Got this fro Creepy Pasta.

An 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.

Oh come on, you couldn't have just resurrected the other creepy thread?

*Goes to look from Grimoire of Necromancy*

those pictures are soo freakin scary man i swear the one with the girl with no face kept me up for a whilemonkey2go

Here's one:

Six months ago, February 26th, a young woman of the age of nineteen took her time to go to Ohio State. Her name was Allyson Myre, a very sweet and caring young woman, beautiful and seemed highly intelligent for her age. She had been given a tour around the university, taking her time and deciding between colleges that she had picked, this being one of them. The tour had gone well, getting the information she needed, the staff being sweet and friendly. However, she was on a short schedule and time was running low, yet she wanted to take a look around by herself some more before making a complete decision.

You see, she had been accepted to two colleges: Ohio State and Miami University. Both had been quite far for her, but the two had everything she needed for her major of biology. She had been told she was very intelligent for her age, being one of the top students of classes, always helping the teacher when the teacher needed up teaching biology to the class. Already graduated last year, she decided to take a year off and get ready for college, deciding and limiting her choices. She chose the two she wanted to go to. She had already visited Miami University, and planned to take this time to visit Ohio State before the fall admissions.

As she walked alone, she only heard her footsteps against the floor, quiet and light. No one was around at this time. She managed to remember where the library had been, the books always had been her companion on the days she had to study, and fell short when it came to exams and projects. The lights were light at a dim, but enough to see everything. As she neared the window of the library, to look outside and watch the falling snow as she started making her decision, the lights start to flicker. It had concerned her, for the snow started to fall heavily, but soon lightened up, becoming strange to her. Maybe it was the lights themselves, just about to go out and needing to be replaced. Ignoring this strange feeling of dread and confusion, she continued to watch the snow fall, seeing something in the far distance, staggering, yet running towards her. The figure seemed to be a young woman such as herself, her height, her complexion, everything. Watching as the woman neared, she soon realized that the woman was naked, freezing to death as she continued running in hopes to find help. As the woman neared, Allyson started to become frightened. The young woman across from her, on the other side of the glass window, had two black eyes and her eyes bloodshot. Blood oozed from the eye-sockets and eyelids, almost as if in tears. She watched Allyson, trying to scream for help, but her tongue had been cut out and her lips cut into slits. She banged against the window, but no noise had been produced. The woman looked familiar to Allyson, but she paid no mind to it as she tried to call for a staff to help the young woman across from her. Blood dripped down to the snow and drenched it, the whiteness being replaced. Allyson turned around and started walking away to look for help, as her mind tugged at her to turn around to see what would happen, maybe her imagination taking things too far. As she gave in to her mind and turned around, the young woman had been gone, but the stains of blood still there, streaking down the window and into the snow.

Fearing for whatever happened, Allyson ran out of the library and went to tell a staff about the incident. The staff looked at her confused, and told her that it was time for her to leave, she had been too stressed out. Frustrated, Allyson left and hoped to let whatever she saw pass from her mind. Maybe her imagination did play tricks on her. However, she would never know.

...For the next day, a young woman was found in the snow, in front of the library's window, the same bloody streak going down into the snow. The police had identified the woman and chills ran up his spine in not only fear, but also acknowledgement.

The woman in the snow, the woman that had ran towards the window, trying to ask for help, the woman that Allyson had saw...had been Allsyon Myre herself.

No one ever found the murderer.

(Note: This story is fiction and one that I came up five minutes ago. Enjoy.)

[QUOTE="monkey2go"]those pictures are soo freakin scary man i swear the one with the girl with no face kept me up for a whileayanami_rei

Here's one:

Six months ago, February 26th, a young woman of the age of nineteen took her time to go to Ohio State. Her name was Allyson Myre, a very sweet and caring young woman, beautiful and seemed highly intelligent for her age. She had been given a tour around the university, taking her time and deciding between colleges that she had picked, this being one of them. The tour had gone well, getting the information she needed, the staff being sweet and friendly. However, she was on a short schedule and time was running low, yet she wanted to take a look around by herself some more before making a complete decision.

You see, she had been accepted to two colleges: Ohio State and Miami University. Both had been quite far for her, but the two had everything she needed for her major of biology. She had been told she was very intelligent for her age, being one of the top students of classes, always helping the teacher when the teacher needed up teaching biology to the class. Already graduated last year, she decided to take a year off and get ready for college, deciding and limiting her choices. She chose the two she wanted to go to. She had already visited Miami University, and planned to take this time to visit Ohio State before the fall admissions.

As she walked alone, she only heard her footsteps against the floor, quiet and light. No one was around at this time. She managed to remember where the library had been, the books always had been her companion on the days she had to study, and fell short when it came to exams and projects. The lights were light at a dim, but enough to see everything. As she neared the window of the library, to look outside and watch the falling snow as she started making her decision, the lights start to flicker. It had concerned her, for the snow started to fall heavily, but soon lightened up, becoming strange to her. Maybe it was the lights themselves, just about to go out and needing to be replaced. Ignoring this strange feeling of dread and confusion, she continued to watch the snow fall, seeing something in the far distance, staggering, yet running towards her. The figure seemed to be a young woman such as herself, her height, her complexion, everything. Watching as the woman neared, she soon realized that the woman was naked, freezing to death as she continued running in hopes to find help. As the woman neared, Allyson started to become frightened. The young woman across from her, on the other side of the glass window, had two black eyes and her eyes bloodshot. Blood oozed from the eye-sockets and eyelids, almost as if in tears. She watched Allyson, trying to scream for help, but her tongue had been cut out and her lips cut into slits. She banged against the window, but no noise had been produced. The woman looked familiar to Allyson, but she paid no mind to it as she tried to call for a staff to help the young woman across from her. Blood dripped down to the snow and drenched it, the whiteness being replaced. Allyson turned around and started walking away to look for help, as her mind tugged at her to turn around to see what would happen, maybe her imagination taking things too far. As she gave in to her mind and turned around, the young woman had been gone, but the stains of blood still there, streaking down the window and into the snow.

Fearing for whatever happened, Allyson ran out of the library and went to tell a staff about the incident. The staff looked at her confused, and told her that it was time for her to leave, she had been too stressed out. Frustrated, Allyson left and hoped to let whatever she saw pass from her mind. Maybe her imagination did play tricks on her. However, she would never know.

...For the next day, a young woman was found in the snow, in front of the library's window, the same bloody streak going down into the snow. The police had identified the woman and chills ran up his spine in not only fear, but also acknowledgement.

The woman in the snow, the woman that had ran towards the window, trying to ask for help, the woman that Allyson had saw...had been Allsyon Myre herself.

No one ever found the murderer.

(Note: This story is fiction and one that I came up five minutes ago. Enjoy.)

Booooooo. :(

Freakshow

A young man and his new bride were honeymooning in Paris when his wife went into a restroom and didn't return. With time the man began to fear the worst and went to the police. The police thought it was most likely the girl simply had second thoughts about the marriage, but they checked it out anyway and found no evidence of foul play.

As weeks turned into months the man finally gave up on finding his beautiful wife, but his life fell into a shambles, he was so filled with grief.

Unable to hold a job or go on with his life, he took to wandering the world looking for anything that might ease his pain. Years later in Borneo he came upon a freak show in an old shabby building, he went in on a whim. In the last filthy cage he saw a twisted, scarred and mutilated woman rocking back and forth and groaning strange animal-like noises. He screamed as he recognized the birthmark on his wife's face.

Bluestorm-Kalas

This is my contribution:

Sweet dreams.

I like the way the quote system works, you can basically make anyone say anything. Sorry for this random post, its just that this is a new account, and I wanted to test some of the features.mmm-biscuits

NOW

To the OP... huffing paint while on acid is a bad idea huh? If your afraid of your wall, maybe you should call in an exorcist or something? Or maybe a therapist...

"A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

The best one from the old thread.

super_mario_128

Goosebumps!

I always found this image to big incredibly disgusting as well as creepy

I always found this image to big incredibly disgusting as well as creepy

strangeisland

Meh, I'm gonna go to Google and type in Scary.

That's what the truly brave do, not this piddly gradeschool stuff.