CRAPPYPASTA

May 19, 2003

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:30:31 +0000

2003, the year my grandmother died. Since her death, nothing has been the same in the family; she used to bring joy and happiness to us. We’re not really sure how she had died, just that she was choked by someone, and hard too. No fingerprints, no information on who might have killed her, we never found who killed her, and I don’t believe we ever will, it’s been 10 years and the case has been archived. I miss her, she’d tell me stories about my grandfather (which whom I’ve never met), He sounded like a charming man, suited for my grandmother. I’d explore her house when we’d go and visit during the summer. Attic, dining room, kitchen, bedrooms, bathrooms, everything, except, that old cellar of theirs, it’d always be locked and when I’d ask to go down there, grandmother snapped at me with an obvious no, but never said it. I’d look for the key sometimes, but never had any luck finding it.
March 25, 2013
Heading up to Seattle with some friends for spring break, we needed somewhere cheap to stay the night about halfway to our destination; it took 23 hours to drive to Washington from Elk River, Minnesota, so we figured nobody would be able to drive for that long even with switching drivers, so we decided to stay at my grandmother’s house which was about hallway to Seattle anyways. The people that came with me were my friends, Jennifer, Emmet, and Gabe. My mother had to come, too, because she thought there were ‘too many’ boys. Anyways, It’s a pretty long 11 hour trip to my grandmother’s, there’s a lot of nothing while you’re driving up there, maybe see some deer, a farm or two, I’d tend to sleep in the car when we were going to visit her back in the 90’s, we’d stopped visiting around 2001 because my parents had gotten a divorce and hadn’t enough money to afford gas for the long trip up to her house.
About 3 miles from her house, we have to turn off onto a seemingly abandoned dirt road; it is 11:38 PM and pitch black. I’ve been driving for the past 2 hours while everyone else fell asleep. I looked away for a second to find the high beams switch, I was driving this old, beat up van I’d rented a few days before the trip and hadn’t made the effort to learn how it all worked. I eventually found it, I looked up and I see this human figure sprinting across the street and I slam on the breaks, we were going about 20 mph so the car didn’t jolt THAT much, but it was enough to wake everybody in the car up. “JOSIE! WHAT THE FUCK?!” Gabe snapped at me as he picked his glasses off the floor of the van. “I uh, there was uh, a deer, that’s all, a deer crossed the road and I wasn’t paying attention. Sorry.” I said quietly with a hint of fear. Memories are rushing back into my head as we approach the old house of my grandmother, I used to have nightmares in that house, I’d never had a nightmare until the first time I stayed over at her house, they weren’t even a child’s nightmares of monsters under my bed or in the closet, they were far too real to be anything like a child’s nightmare, things would be opening and closing the doors, murmuring around outside my room, crying and pounding on the walls of the room, I would scream at the top of my lungs and my father would come running down the hall and slam my door open and then it would be quiet, no crying, or talking, or pounding on the walls, he made it better, sat with me all night until the sun rose to where it touched the window of the bedroom. I told my friends I wanted to be here, but I really didn’t. Too many things happened here for me to feel safe at all.
I parked the car and woke my friends and mother. We unpacked everything we needed for the night and headed to the front door. “You brought the keys, right Josie?” My mother asked. “Uh, I didn’t think that was my job, mom.” I snapped. I just took a deep sigh and brushed it off because I knew where the spare key was. I dropped my stuff on the welcome mat and dug out a flashlight we kept in the trunk. I turned it on and headed around the house into the back yard. I vaguely remember the key being in the area around the cellar door and the shed. I dared not even touch the cellar door because I knew damn well that would have been my grandmother’s final request if I were to have ever had a death bed. I opened the shed and a small family of mice came scattering out like they were just shot out of a rifle. I gasped but I didn’t scream. I put my hand on the top of the shelf in the back of the shed. I grabbed the key and examined it, admiring the craftsmanship put into it. I put it in my sweatshirt pocket and turned around. Right there in the door way was standing a tall thin, transparent man holding a hammer. I was screaming for about 30 seconds when my friends came running. They all asked what happened and all I could say was that a critter spooked me because they wouldn’t want to stay here anymore if I told them I saw someone in the door way. They helped me back to the front and I opened the large entryway door. The lingering smell of aging wood and dust filled the air, it put a pretty good chill down my spine, one that I’ve never felt before, this one was almost scary the way it went down my spine. My mother asked me if I was okay sleeping by myself, I said I was and headed up to my grandmother’s room, not wanting to sleep in that old guest room tonight, fearing that I’d be visited by that man again. I opened the door and turned on the light. The bed was made nicely, the curtains were shut and an old night gown was placed on the bed. The old house keeper must have figured that Grandmother was in town at Sunday mass as it is every Sunday, and just kept them there. Nobody ever told the housekeeper that Grandmother died and she kept coming back to clean the house and eventually left because everything was the same as it was the day before. I picked up the gown to put it away and a little folded up note fell onto the floor next to the bed. I put the gown back in the wardrobe and picked up the note. It was a yellowish paper, not one like you use when passing notes during lectures, but an old letter paper. I carefully unfolded it and opened it. It was my Grandmother’s handwriting, it said “Dear Josie, you were my favorite grandchild, oh, your cousins were always jealous of you when Christmas time came around, you’d get the best gifts I could get you and they’d get the second best. I hope you see this, deer, I really do. I always thought your Grandfather would enjoy your company as well, too bad he never could. In fact, he died the very day after your birth, internal bleeding I believe it was. I think it’s about time I tell you about the cellar. Your Grandfather and I, my parents, their parents, and a little girl named Freyja are buried in that cellar. Freyja is your great great Aunt who passed away in the hall outside your room. Not sure how though, the authorities say she was choked, but there was nobody with her at the time. I think now that I’ve passed it time for you to carry on the family tradition of leaving an artifact that I gave you on both your grandfather’s and my grave. I remember giving you that special sapphire and bronze necklace when you first came over when you were 3, you never took it off. I hope you go through with the tradition, who knows what’ll happen if you don’t, the key is in the pocket of one of my gowns in the wardrobe, take care love-“ The ink cut off there, like her quill was took from her hand. I quickly folded the note and stuffed it into my pocket. I rushed over to the wardrobe and searched through all of her gowns. I had another chill go up my spine, this time it was worse, it almost felt like someone was lightly dragging a cleaver up my spine. I turned and saw nobody. I was searching and searching and searching. I finally found it in the chest picket of her blue gown. I sat on my bed and thought about it, and I was torn between finding out what’s in the cellar and fear. I went over to the room where Emmet was and asked him if he could come with me, all I heard was a loud grumble, which in the language of Emmet, means “GO AWAY!” so I just went to my room and set the key down on the night stand. I held my necklace; the one Grandmother gave me when I was little. I took it off and placed it on the night stand. I turned off the lights and jumped under the covers and closed my eyes.
My eyes shot open and I feel sweat all over my face, I turn to face the ceiling when there’s an old lady in black funeral attire and a black veil over her face hovering over me. I could see her smiling, I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t move, I was paralyzed in fear. The old lady moved down to the foot of the bed and as her body descended to the ground; I could feel her boney, cold, dead hands touching my feet which had been uncovered. Now I lay under the covers in a fetal position crying, but making no sound.
I could hear someone walking, making the floor boards squeak. It was barefoot and I could tell by the way its flesh hits the floor. I heard it sit down in the corner of the room. It started crying. I tried screaming again, but no use, I was still muted by something, but what? The crying stopped, and I heard it get up, open the door, and leave. I heard loud thumps and a faint scream.
It was getting too hot under these covers; I decided to come out for some cold air. As I did so, I durned to look at the door, and saw my Grandmother lying on the bed in the blue gown in which the key was hidden. Her head slowly turned to look at me, and in a raspy voice, she whispered, “You didn’t fulfill my request.” And then her head turned back to facing the ceiling and she faded away. The imprint of her body was still on the bed, and there was a cold essence emitting from that imprint. I looked at my phone to see what time it was, 3:45 AM.
I don’t remember going back to bed; I just remember waking up on the living room couch. The Living room was down two levels from the room I was staying in. It was 5:00 AM exactly. I rushed back up to my room to find that both my necklace and the key were missing from the night stand. I was puzzled and was staring at the empty night stand for about 10 seconds, and then all of a sudden, coming from the kitchen I heard the loudest, bloodiest scream. It lasted for what seemed like forever. Jennifer came rushing into my room along with Emmet and Gabe. “Was that YOU?” they asked. I had the blankest expression on my face for about 30 seconds, and then I screamed, “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! WHERE IS SHE, MOM?!” I pushed them out of the way and went sprinting down the hall and to my mother’s door, it was locked and I kept banging on it and screaming for her, I heard no response from her, I ran downstairs to get the house keys and I ran back upstairs and unlocked her room. It was empty. Nobody was in there, the bed sheets were all nice and made. And there was nothing but a folded up piece of paper sitting on the night stand. With trembling hands, I opened up the letter. It said “I’m Sorry.”

Credit To – Josie Karnitz

Rating: 4.3/10 (4 votes cast)

Broken iPhone

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:28:37 +0000

So a few days ago, I was about to fall asleep and I thought I’d check my Facebook and youtube, now don’t get me wrong, I love creepy pastas, but on the front page I scrolled down to the bottom to just check out some videos.
(Before I write the rest I want you to know that the previous night, I had been searching up the whitehand creepy pasta for pokemon green in lavender town.)

I saw the link to one of the videos I had watched, and out of bordem I clicked it I watched the video, and when I was done the suggested video screen popped up, a link to the Actual beta version of pokemon green lavender town music was there I tapped on it and went to the video, now as I’m sure some of you know, the youtuber who started the Lavender Town theory’s named it “The White Hand” due to the ditto in his party spontaneously changing into different pokemon that later he found out spelt DEAD, this was one the creepy pastas I was most scared of, because later, blue things in his household started to spontaneously not work or break. so anyways I tapped on the video and it started and for you iphone users out there, you know that when finished a video, you normally press the blue DONE button and to change the volume, use your side buttons and use the blue slider, the volume was cranked on my phone cause I wanted the full effect of the creepy music as it started I realized it was way to loud my ears hurt (had headphones) so I yanked em out and tried to use the blue slider to turn it down, it didn’t work I tried it multiple times but nothing so I used the buttons, they worked but every time I clicked the button, it would go down but shoot back up to the cranked position, I shut off my phone by just pressing the top button hoping that would stop it, but nope it was still playing so I did the force shut down, and that worked, I turned on my phone again and instantly the safari app was clicked and I was at the video, I pressed the blue done button so many times it didn’t work, finally, I did the force shut down again, and started it up this time it took me to the YouTube video again but instead of the video starting up, the little screen said video cannot be found, I checked the youtubers name, it was BlueGhost, I checked the channel, and my phone got a blue screen and shut down in a split second, I started it up one last time only to find that all my apps where blue, my background was blue, instead of text it was blue boxes the same size as the letter but that only lasted for a second and my phone was back to normal, I clicked Safari and I was at an untitled tab, but I noticed there were two tabs open, I clicked on the tab opener and noticed it was on YouTube, I clicked it and I was at my channel and I clicked my history and the last video I had watched was the video that showcases creepy pastas, my phone was already pretty much broken so I had to take it to apple to get it replaced so now I’m writing on this phone.

You may think this story is fake by the lack of links to videos, or other reasons, but I assure you that this is real, as in the white Hand story, things in his household were mysteriously destroyed or broken, I highlight blue a lot in this btw if you didn’t notice, thank you for reading and let me make this clear again, this is NOT fake, I showed this to my brother and he laughed but it’s yours to decide.

Rating: 3.6/10 (8 votes cast)

Dark-crychu.exe

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:23:06 +0000

I am a giant fan of the pokemon series. I got a 3Ds just for the new X and Y. But, sometimes, this game is just twisted.

I was playing my Pokemon Platinum. I have had this game for a couple years. My team is an Infernape, Luxray, Golem, Vaperion, Roserade, and a Gyradoes. I had just gotten a DSI and put my platinum in it. Everything was normal. A Darkrai event was going on. I decided to learn how to hack after hours of trying. I was somehow able to connect my DSI to the computer. I looked through folders and folders. I found the Darkri folder. I double clicked it. I found some horrifying stuff.

Inside it was the art and a folder called “Dark-crychu.exe.” I laughed at this. When I said the name, it sounded like I said Dark Riachu. I double clicked the folder. It had nothing to do with Riachu. In a ten second period, It showed a Darkrai with Pikachu ears and tail. The Darkrai was crying dark tears. The screen went black, only to full screen the video. It showed a trainer fighting a Dark-Crychu. The trainer sent out, “AGONY” in all capitals. It was a sad, sick-looking Infernape. The exact same level, look and move set as my Infernape. The Infernape tried using flame wheel, but it did barley any damage. The Dark-crychu used a glitched move called “TM111.” It showed an animation of it using Revenge. AGONY has fainted. This was only the first part of the video.

The second pokemon was called PAIN in all capitals. It was a Luxray that was just like mine. PAIN used Thunder Bite. The Dark-Crychu had half health. It used TM222. It was like a Giga Drain. PAIN fainted.

The next pokemon was called DESTRUCTION. It had seemed to be my Golem. DESTRUCTION used Self Destruct! But it failed! Dark-Crychu used TM333. It had seemed to be water gun. DESTRUCTION has fainted! It had seemed that this whole thing was beatig up bad feelings and doings. Untill the next pokemon was sent out.

The trainer sent out HAPPINESS. This time it was my Vaperion.HAPPINESS used Light Screen! But it failed! Dark-crychu used TM444. It was Dark Pulse. HAPPINESS fainted! This thing had destroyed happiness. I almost felt sick and sad at the same time. But, It still wasn’t over.

The trainer send out FUN. It was a Roserade. FUN used Sing! Dark-Crychu fell asleep! Dark-Crychu woke up! Dark-crychu used TM555. It was flamethrower. FUN fainted! Now fun was gone. This last battle went for the worst.

LIFE was sent out. It was my Gyradoes.LIFE used Endure! Dark-crychu used TM666. I had no idea what the move was. The screen flashed enough to give seizures. Every two to five seconds, a picture would flash. The screen was a red color. After two or three minuets, It seemed that the move was a bloody colored dragon claw.LIFE has fainted! This just gave the goosebumps. These pokemon just got destroyed. Without it thinking twice.

After two weeks of not playing my platinum, I forgot about the Dark-crychu. I played my platinum, and got to Darkrai. A wild Dark-crychu has appeared.

Rating: 4.0/10 (4 votes cast)

The Ghost Next Door

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:07:34 +0000

One day, My moving day, I moved into a big apartment. When I went to bed I heard strange noises coming from the room next door. So, I got up, and looked through the neighbors keyhole. I saw a pale woman with ripped up clothes. It wasnt much to me. So, i left to work. When I got home that day, I looked through the keyhole again. I saw nothing but red. I asked a man who had lived there for a while “Do you know what happened to the girl i live next to?” He said “A man and his wife lived there. The man murdered his wife.” I said “What did she look like?” He said “She looked normal. Except she had pure red eyes.”

Rating: 3.0/10 (13 votes cast)

primary_legacy38

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:06:38 +0000

Primary_legacy38

It was a hacking group. It still is. And it’s still out there.
Now, I am a youtuber. That’s for sure. But, last year, I encounted a weird group. It hacked my friends. It hacked me.
My youtube name is Nayth1999. I have 2 friends: jack5 and MB16vlogchannel. We do lots. We are in a freaking group. But last year, around September, mb got hacked. In which I mean someone deleted his channel. He received an e-mail from a weird e-mail address: no-one@nowhere.com. Yup, it’s a cliché, but he received it. AHAHA HOW CHICHE RIGHT YURIOFWIND! excuse me. At first I didn’t know what it contained. Maybe a virus? Maybe a graphic image? MAYBE THE SMILE DOG HURR HURR argh why do I keep doing this fbfbdestyrbjnjmj
Anyway, mb sent me a link through e-mail. It was to a channel called “mb16vlogchannel2”. Yay.
When there, mb had a video put up already. And what was the video called? 000#^^#@10111^0110101W^W$1011W^#^@#$0101101011^$#^&#$0011000101101101101001. And no, it wasn’t uberhaxornova slamming on the keyboard. The description read: “This video was what I found in an e-mail. The e-mail was sent by no-one@nowhere.com.” I didn’t make that up. The video was confusing, mainly just static and videos of mb. I didn’t understand it, so I watched it again. The videos appeared to be him at home and at school. Creeper attack omgwut
More videos kept getting uploaded. More and more. They were more of the same. But the forth video featured text. Hey, it’s quite different, ok? Text > No text. DEAL WITH IT.
The text read as following: You see me? NO. I found on you a lack of attention. You. Are. ME. BUT I AM NOT YOU, How long this will take? FOREVER. I’m watching you at your school. FIND ME. OR ELSE.
wutwutwutwut
WHY ARE THERE DEATH THREATS
SDFVBOSDBVSDIBVSDBVWE
Anyway, pretty soon mb’s channel was horrifically mortified. The design was horrible. It consisted of a creepy picture in the background. This picture appeared to be a head with wings…? I don’t know. Anyway, a head with glowing eyes and wings.
Soon, jack5 got hacked. Footage of him playing minecraft was uploaded without his permission. His videos had a weird voice talking over the top.
Why?
Idk.
And then my turn. Not much happened to me, but yeah. Cleverbot.
That’s it.
And soon we got an e-mail.
It was sent to mb.
It said that these hackers were primary legacy.
We googled primary legacy.
It’s indeed a group of hackers.
They take forms of website fenomonoms.
Here is my original version of this creepypasta:

Hello everyone who is reading this. My name is Nathan Marshall, I am 13 yrs old as of 22/4/2012, and the creepiest story ever has occurred to me and my internet friends. This has happened over the last 4 months.

This year, I was looking at my new favorites on YouTube, having a good time, and I discovered that my internet friend MB (“Marshmallow Howard”) had deleted one of his videos. I tried to go to his channel, but it wouldn’t come up. I searched up his name in the search bar, and a new channel of his named “MBvlogChannel2″ came up. I went into it, and MB had uploaded a single video – A weird one at that.

The title looked like 000#^^#@10111^0110101W^W$1011W^#^@#$0101101011^$#^&#$0011000101101101101001 or something. The description was no different: 000#^^#@10111^0110101W^W$1011W^#^@#$0101101011^$#^&#$001100010W^$#$1101101101*(^(001000#^^#@10111^0110101W^W$1011W^#^@#$0101101011^$#^&#$001100010W^$#$1101101101*(^(001000#^^#@10111^0110101W^W$1011W^#^@#$0101101011^$#^&#$001100010W^$#$1101101101*(^(001.
The most interesting thing about this video is the actual footage. It seemed to be MB walking around his school & home, with breaks in the footage featuring text like “I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE.” “YOU CAN’T STOP ME” and “TRY AND FIND ME, IF YOU CAN.”

The video started as “You see me? NO.” It then cut to what appeared to be a camera shot from inside MB’s school bag. “I found on you a lack of attention.” It then cut to what seemed to be MB buying an item from a vending machine at school. “You. Are. ME. BUT I AM NOT YOU, How long this will take? FOREVER. I’m watching you at your school. FIND ME. OR ELSE.” After weird static, the video ended.

I didn’t know what had happened. I thought MB was just being silly. After all, he makes really weird videos every now and then. What I WAS confused about was why he made a whole other channel. A few days later, he uploaded a Vlog named “Explanation.” He explained that for some reason, when he went onto his YouTube channel, it seemed to be deleted. He was checking his Emails a day before posting this video, and it turned out this was sent from a random “Hacker” that deleted his account. The email was from a strange address called “noreply@noreply.com”, and when MB tried to reply, his email didn’t send.

Soon after, another video was posted. Pretty much the same as the first one, and it got an explanation too. Apparently now this hacker was THRETANING MB. He threatened to hurt MB if too much information was posted.

Another video was posted a few days after. . This video seemed to have been a video to show that the hacker knows WHO Mb is. The video has a strange audio playing in the background, and what seemed to be hand-written writing. It was named “firsttimemeeting////”. The writing in the video was as follows: “HELLO AGAIN, HOWARD. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? I’VE BEEN GREATx BUT SAD. I MISS THE FIRST DAY I MET YOUx WHEN YOU BORN. YOU WERE SO CUTE. NOW, YOU ARE DEAF AND DUMB.” After this the video went static for a few seconds until a weird mortified drawing of MB’s official character was shown with a loud audio scream. I examined the video, and discovered a few “x” letters in the place of where some full stops should be. In WHEN YOU BORN, the O had an X cutting through it. This symbol is very similar to the Slender Man symbol.

Another internet friend of me and MB, named “jack5″, posted a video similar to this. It was called “hello jack5.” “You think you’re still invulnerable. You’ve got it completely wrong. You’ve messed yourself up all the days of your life. Not one day worked for you. I know everything about you. I know your past. I know what you’re doing at this moment. And I know what you’re going to do next. You think your friends will help you? THEY’RE WITH ME. And you think being a robot helps you survive? I know your past better than GLaDOS. We have met before. You’re just not smart enough to understand. Look inside yourself. Soon you will understand who I am.” When I saw this, I immediately thought “Wow.” Jack5 is a YouTuber who is ‘supposed’ to be a robot, created in the Aperture science laboratories. When he posted this, I watched it, soon discovering that jack5 was getting hacked too. What was weird was that at the end, I saw something on the screen, with what appeared to be a distorted scream. It was a picture of jack5, but he had very long, big white rectangles as eyes. After 3 seconds of this, a word flashed on the screen. I paused the video at the words, discovering the words said “Heroz _72″.

I searched his channel for more info like this, discovering he had a video called “_72″. It was him playing MineCraft, but it didn’t seem very normal. The footage was very different, very unprofessional. The lighting was a lot darker than normal. He was checking out an island he found on his map. He thought that it would just be a place to mine, nothing unusual. When he got there, he found Noteblocks set up. He noticed a weird platform with gold and I netherack. I don’t have MineCraft, meaning to get it. He found some light to the left of the gold & netherack. He mined the light away and placed it on the 4 corners surrounding the netherack. He remembered that he had flinsteel, so he set the netherack on fire. He pressed a button on a …thing that summoned the Noteblocks to play. It played a somewhat sad song. It repeated itself multiple times. He went to mine the hill where he found the light, ant started to mine. All of a sudden a weird MineCraft player appeared. Jack5 started to scream, and the video faded away.

Steam chat – Nayth1999 and jack5 – 12:11am, 27/10/12

Never tell your password to anyone.
Nayth1999 [L&P]: JACK CAN U HELP ME WITH Hallipatitition
Nayth1999 [L&P]: ??
jack5: hello
jack5: u there
jack5 is now Online.
jack5: hellaw?
Nayth1999 [L&P]: HELLAW
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Guess wut
jack5: YEH
jack5: WUT
Nayth1999 [L&P]: IM MAKING A CREEPY PASTA
Nayth1999 [L&P]: OF…
jack5: which is
Nayth1999 [L&P]: primary_legacy38
Nayth1999 [L&P]:
jack5: huh
jack5: who is that
jack5: oh its MB
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Mb’s unfortionate events?
jack5: ADRRBMAW$O%^QN#$TYOQ#$^OQERGOQ#$
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Yah
jack5: ERGNQ#$O^!#J$GOQNW$TNQ#$6
jack5: ERGQW#OY^!M#$TOQ#$N%YQO#$%Y
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Um
jack5: wtf
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Ok
jack5: ok i think i may have done something wrong
Nayth1999 [L&P]: What
jack5: primary_legacy38 is the username
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Yea
jack5: _38 is what he is reffered to
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Well
jack5: i think _72 is my alter ego
jack5: and _11 is Herobrine
Nayth1999 [L&P]: At least it’s not primary_legacy_72
jack5: there is no primary legacy for _72
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Ohh
jack5: _72 doesnt have internets
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Ohhhh
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Ok’
Nayth1999 [L&P]: What happened in “_72″, anyway?
jack5: i was in minecraft
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Yea
Nayth1999 [L&P]: I watched it again
Nayth1999 [L&P]: WAIT
jack5: playing singleplayer world on peaceful surival
jack5: found an island
jack5: made some light
jack5: played a tune
jack5: and then he appeared
Nayth1999 [L&P]: AT THE END OF “hello jack5.” THERE WAS “heroz _72″
Nayth1999 [L&P]: WHAT IF HEROZ APPEARED
jack5: im pretty sure in _72 Heroz appeared
jack5: Heroz is _72
jack5: but its heroZ
Nayth1999 [L&P]: So tha OHHHH
jack5: not Heroz
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Yah
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Hello everyone who is reading this. My name is Nathan Marshall, I am 13 yrs old as of 22/4/2012, and the creepiest story ever has occurred to me and my internet friends. This has happened over the last 4 months.

I didn’t know what had happened. I thought MB was just being silly. After all, he makes really weird videos every now and then. What I WAS confused about was why he made a whole other channel. A few days later, he uploaded a Vlog named “Explanation.” He explained that for some reason, when he went onto his YouTube channel, it seemed to be d
jack5: hmm
Nayth1999 [L&P]: Thats some of the creepypasta
jack5: ill look at it
jack5: ill elaborate in my notepad
jack5: please wait

And there you have it
We stopped getting hacked
But the group is still out there
Raaaa
I am freaking tired, it’s 11:24 at night
-Nayth1999

https://www.youtube.com/user/nayth1999

Credit To – jack5, MB16, Nayth1999
Credit Link – https://www.youtube.com/user/jack5vlogging https://www.youtube.com/user/MBvlogChannel2 https://www.youtube.com/user/nayth1999

Rating: 4.0/10 (4 votes cast)

Braden And Mondo

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:03:36 +0000

A family had moved into a small neighborhood in the town of Chicago, Illinois, The fathers name was Ray, The mother’s name was Melinda, The two boys names were Braden and Mondo. They were each around the same age, Braden being 15 and Mondo being 14. Their minds thought very much alike, mainly about killing everybody in sight. One day they were going to their football game and a semi pulled out in front of their dad’s truck. The truck exploded along with the semi causing everybody in the vehicle to die thus meaning the mother Melinda was the only one to live.
2 Years later a new family had moved into the house that Braden and Mondo used to live in. A family of a dad and 2 children. The dads name was John. John was a mechanic in a local car shop. The 2 sons names were Bob and Jack. Bob was 9 years old, usually doing good in school and loved to play sports. Jack on the other hand was 7 years old, he did excellent in school but was never really into sports. Both of them having very creative and widespread imaginations.
One day they were playing outside and John called them in for dinner. “Boys its time to eat!” their was no response. He tried it again “Boys come and get dinner!” Once again no response. John was beginning to get very nervous. He walked outside and heard them talking to somebody. He walked over to the boys and said “Who are you guys talking to.” The boys both glanced down. “Boys who were you talking to?” John asked again. “We met new friends!” Bob exclaimed. “Yeah! They like to do everything that we like to do and they are really fun to hang out with!” Jack said. John glanced around realising that they meant they had thought up an imaginary friend but he played along. “Oh? Do they have names?” Both the boys gave their dad a little smile. “Yes their names are Mondo and Braden.” John once again looked around realising no body was around them. “Lets go in and get some dinner.” They all ate dinner at the table and had a fairly great night as they all watched movies together. It was soon enough 9′o clock so the boys were sent to bed. John tucked them in and left the bathroom light on for them because they are fairly afraid of the dark. After he had finished giving them their kiss goodnight he then said to them “Good night boys I love you guys.” John went to bed at about midnight. He woke up to footsteps coming from downstairs. He ran down their as fast as he could thinking it was an intruder. But…. it was the boys running around downstairs with candles. John yelled “What the hell are you guys doing with candles your gonna burn the damn house down!”
“But dad we are playing with Braden and Mondo.” the boys said.
“Boys enough with this damn Braden and Mondo kids for the last time they are not real.”
John put them back to bed and went back to bed himself as he was exhausted from constantly having to look after the two boys.
Later on in the night he woke up to a loud crash. John bolted into the kids room and they were both hung from the ceiling fan. John dropped down to his knees and started crying his eyes out realising that he had lost the two things that meant the world to him.
The next thing he knew he turned around and two boys were facing him. It was Braden and Mondo.
“You’re Next” Mondo said.
Mondo and Braden took John and stabbed him continuously with a rusty swiss army knife. The police showed up but Braden and Mondo were long gone.
They continously kept killing kids from all over the world and who knows…..
YOU COULD BE NEXT…

Rating: 4.0/10 (4 votes cast)

TrueLavenderTownStory

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:01:50 +0000

Before slendy was around when he was a shild he played pokemon ALOT and he loved it until he found lavandertown it just gave him chills and scared him and he found it depressing so when he grew up in to slendy he thought i will take down this depressing town because it haunted him becuase he saw a pokemong die there so when he was older (slendy) he got his old gameboy and took the cord and jamed it in to his face pulling him into the game… so he thought the only way to end this terrible place is to kill everyone that enters even pokemon so when ever someone gotthere they where being stalked in game so when he got close enogh he attacked ripping them to peices all but the trainer leaveing him there in horror and he tore them apart limb by limb… so after years after see that the trainer went to there grave and said he was sorry and that he should of never brung them there… later that night slenderman emerged from the game and killed the boy who was that trainer so he had no witnesses and continued on stalking kids and killing them.

Credit To – TheSsaae

Rating: 1.1/10 (8 votes cast)

A Kidnapping

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 06:00:42 +0000

It’s hard to imagine what it is like to be kidnapped. I’ve tried, often, probably every day for the last four years. Imaging the unlimited scenarios, anything from the kidnapper’s first contact to the actual abduction and the subsequent transport, has plagued me for many sleepless nights. It is hard not to focus on the betrayal he must have felt trusting that stranger. The absolute fear and possible pain he felt while maybe getting dragged away into some van or truck. Thinking of how they may have subdued him if he started to fightback. Sadly, the only thing that brings me some measure of comfort is imagining him poking an eye out or busting the son of a bitch’s testicle with a hard kick. I wish that’s where my imagination ends when I dwell on my son’s kidnapping. But it is not. That rabbit hole is deep and filled with things that take days off my life by just the thought of it. Truth is, neither myself nor my now ex-husband know what really happened.

At times I believe I am literally in Hell on Earth. My world has been upside down since my son went missing from my front yard. Thinking towards the future is impossible for me now. So my days are cramped up in my home, reliving every detail of the day he went missing. Most disturbing, however, is that the most mundane of things torture the worst; peering through the kitchen window into the backyard I haven’t visited in four years and seeing the sun-drained, abandoned swing set and slide; hearing the theme song for the kid shows he routinely watched; seeing the back of a head on a child, who slightly resembles mine if he were four years older, at the grocery story or park or everywhere. The worst however is the sound of the phone ringing. Every time it sounds, my body gets filled with the most conflicting emotions. Is this the call I find out he is alive or dead? Or worst, that it is neither. Truth be told, a knock on the door is equally as jarring.

Never more so than today as it turned out. When I opened the door, a large man in uniform greeted me with tender eyes and said, “Ma’am, we received a call today. Apparently one of your neighbors allowed their cat to get out of the house.” The two sentences couldn’t have been more crushing, another dagger of lost hope, but this one cut especially deep due to the tease of his blue uniform. As the disappointment drenched me from head to soul, the gentlemen continued to ask me for a favor, “Over the years the ground under the houses in this neighborhood tend to sink quite a bit. Silly cats love nesting down there. Would you mind if we go into your backyard and retrieve the cat from under your house?”

“Ma’am…are you okay?” He obviously knew I wasn’t.

As the blood rushed from my head to my broken heart, I meekly mumbled, “Why didn’t I know that?”

Credit To – StupidDialUp
Credit Link – https://www.facebook.com/StupidDialUp

Rating: 8.4/10 (12 votes cast)

Mercy.exe

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:59:32 +0000

Ever since around the 1.8 update, I’ve loved Minecraft. My brother and all of my friends have played it since around Alpha, but I only started to actually enjoy the game when creative came out, and eventually, I started playing survival too. But now, after what happened, I don’t have any time to play Minecraft with this new job. All of this started when my friend, Ian, taught me how to mod. Now, he didn’t exactly teach me, but he got me interested enough to the point where I tutored myself with YouTube. Anyways, as Ian tried to show me how to get an inventory editor, he reminded me to not download mods from websites I didn’t know. I know, this sounds like something your parents would tell you. But both of us had gotten Trojans before, and we didn’t exactly want to take the risk anymore. About an hour later, Ian decided to leave, and left me alone with my computer. I decided it was time to do some serious modding. As I was surfing Planet Minecraft, I started noticing a recurring advertisement on my screen. The ad was a blank white screen that said “Download Mercy Mod Minecraft 1.8”. Eventually, it started showing up as a pop-up on my screen, even though I had my pop-up blocker on. Completely forgetting my friend’s advice out of complete curiosity, I decided to click on the ad and see where it took me. The website’s url was strange and mixed up (I’m not putting the url on here. I don’t want anyone else to get hurt). The website looked like an exactly like Planet Minecraft, except for a few strange things. For one thing, there was absolutely no color on the page at all. For another thing, the Planet Minecraft logo was backwards. And lastly, the forum post containing the mercy mod was completely blank, except for one adf.ly link in the center of the page. I clicked on the download link, eager to see what the mod did on my Minecraft (after backing it up, of course). When I clicked it, a jarfile simply named “Mercy” was downloaded. The file seemed pretty big, and it took about ten minutes to download. When I finally installed the file, I clicked on the “Open file” button. The modfiles looked normal, and I opened my %appdata% file and installed the mod. When I went into Minecraft, the page went completely black. I thought it was crashing, but then, right before I exited out, it loaded. The Minecraft title page was strange and distorted. The original background was replaced with a dark blue page. Instead of Minecraft, the title said “S125fmERCy22x”, and the only button on the title screen was “Choose”. Curious as ever, I clicked on the “Choose” button. After yet another blackscreen which lasted about 2 minutes, I was brought into what appeared to be the void (This happened back in 1.8, when the void didn’t exist yet). I was standing on a 3×3 platform. Surrounding me were signs that said “Click the .exe” over and over. Suddenly, I heard a thundering roar come from my speakers. Lights and colors flashed across my screen, and what sounded like higher pitched, sped up Minecraft music blasted from the computer. Finally, all was silent. Even though I was kind of scared by now, I decided to reboot my computer and see what happened. As I turned on my computer, the normal Windows sign was replaced with “W3nd8wwzs3” (remember that this might not be accurate, and this is what I remembered). When I signed in to my user account, I was horrified at what I saw. A picture of a man with no eyes and black skin had replaced my desktop. His flesh looked like leather, and a horrible grin was spread across his face. In the socket of his left eye was a file called “Mercy.exe”. I was scared like I had never been before, but I knew I had to keep going. I clicked on the file, and what looked like a text file opened up. It said “Mercy?” And below it said “Yes” and “No”. I clicked on the “Yes” button, and nothing happened. My only choice was to click on “No”. When I did, a white flash of light filled my vision, and I was suddenly sitting on a beach. I didn’t know where I was. “How could I be here?” I thought. I told myself I may as well try to find somewhere to sleep. As I was walking through the woods, I heard a rustling noise from the bushes. Suddenly, a cold fog rose around me. A frightened young man walked through the woods, with a blue shirt and brown hair. He looked at me, screamed, and ran away. I didn’t know what was happening. Suddenly I realized the clothes I was wearing were identical to his. I walked over to a puddle and looked at my reflection, and what I saw horrified me. I looked just like the man, except… my eyes. My eyes were glowing white.

I don’t have much time. I don’t know how to explain what’s happening. All I want to do is tell you people what happened. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. My name is Ian. I was a close friend of Sam before the accident. No one knows how or why he disappeared. Well, not until now. I was searching Sam’s computer when I found this document, explaining everything. We were all so confused. His house was in shambles, he was nowhere to be found. After I put this document onto a flash drive, I exited out of it on Sam’s computer. On the home page of the computer was a horrifying sight. A man, in a simple blue shirt with cruel, cold, blank white eyes. The only file displayed was an .exe file named “No Mercy.exe”. When I clicked it, there was a blinding flash of light. I woke in the hospital with a pain in my chest. They told me that Sam’s house had burned down in a fire, and that I was lucky to be alive. But now nothing will be the same. The doctors never believe my story, my family and friends are even worse. I see the man out my hospital window. I see him beckoning. No force can stop him. There is no escape. There… there is no mercy.

Rating: 4.0/10 (2 votes cast)

Jeff and the Strange Case of Curiosity

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:53:44 +0000

Maison, a five year girl old girl never expected her ears to hear a blasting sound of sirens that night she was about to finish her Finding Nemo movie, closing her eyes to drift off to sleep. Screams filled the house of threats and curses, sounding like her mother. An hour after of silence, rolled over with a new sound. A new voice she had never heard before. It was a man, around fifty years old. He started saying something right as Mai was about to reply her movie in her locked room. She locked it herself. Tears rolled down her face. She had no idea what was wrong with her. She kept thinking that she was the reason why her mother hurt her father and sister. She wondered why her mother said that a surprise was happening that night. As she turned the volume down on her VHR, she heard a man speak.
“She’s staying in the big house for some time,” the man grunted. “She can get bailed out, though. All she needs to do is call somebody on the telephone. She’s available to one call. What’s her name, again? Candace?”
“Carol,” her father, Thomas, answered. “She’s done this multiple times. I just didn’t know this would happen to one of my loved ones along with me. She’s manic-depressive, you know, officer.”
“We don’t need that information again, sir. You have told me. What are your kid’s names? They sound nice.” The officer asked, scratching his head. Maison had her head against the door, listening. She wouldn’t dare open the door. She now knew the truth about her mother. Since she saw what she did earlier that night.
“Harper and Maison. Harper’s seven; two years older than Maison. Maison has Asperger’s, but they both have good reports in how they do in elementary.”
Maison turned her head to hear the voice of Dory, acting like a whale, getting louder as her sister pushed the volume up. “Harper, I’m trying to listen!” She whined, jumping on her bed, pulling the covers up.
“We might get in trouble if the cop hears silence all the sudden, let’s just relax and watch the movie.” Harper says, snuggling next to Maison, putting her freezing feet next to her warm toes.
“Harper, your hand,” Mai says, seeing blood leak down it. “Did mommy do that?” Harper nodded, as Maison grabbed her hand. She put the cut where her mouth was, and licked the blood off.
“Eww, Maison, don’t do that!” Harper giggled. “I might get you sick.”
“I’m going to help you no matter what,” The little sister replied, hugging her sibling tightly. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Crazy Girl.”
Maison rubbed her eyes tightly. She had never been good with eyesight, and without glasses it was hard to see the whale swallow the two fish whole. “Don’t rub those eyes, sis,” Harper warned, holding her sister’s hands down. “Listen to the sounds. It might help a little bit better.”
They both watched the movie, Harper helping Maison on what part they were on. They both were about thirty minutes before the credits when a sound came from the window.
“What was that?” Maison asked, hiding under the blankets in her bed. “It might be Moose; don’t worry.” Harper answered. Moose was their pet dog; a tame Pit Bull in its old years. Harper opened the door, but it wasn’t Moose. Instead, it was a teenage boy with pasty white skin, and jet black hair. But that wasn’t just it. He had no eyelids, incapable of sleeping, nor blinking, and a carved red smile. “Hello, girls,” The boy snickered. He pulled out a bread knife covered with rust and old blood, holding Harpers shoulder as she stood there silent in shock. He was about to stab he heart, going to kill her and her sibling, until he heard something come through the five-year-olds mouth.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Excuse me?” the teen asked in bewilderment. He climbed through the window, picking the child up and putting her back on her bed. She struggled out, giggling, slipping out of his grasp. “You’re funny, too!” she said, hugging the teen. Harper stared in awe. Why was she doing this? She shook hard as the boy wrapped his hands around the girl. “You’re the first… to say I’m beautiful…”
“Well, people would say you’re ugly, I can see why. They need to see true beauty, inside and out.”
“Little girl, what’s your name?”
“Maison. What’s yours?” She asks.
“Jeff.” He says, keeling down to the girl. “Maison, can I give you a favor?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Can you promise you can keep it?” Jeff says, exiting through the window.
“Yes.”
“Come here,” Jeff says, as Maison does so. When she comes face to face with him, he pecks her on the forehead. “I want you to enjoy the sight of blood.”
And with that, he closes the window shut, and runs off.

Maison and Harper forgot there visit with Jeff the Killer after a few weeks. While months and years grew, they both were different, yet similar in a way.
Harper had good grades, had a lot of friends, and liked it when people hung out with her. Elementary passed and she had an equivalent of fifty friends. In middle school, she had over one hundred twenty-three friends. She got invited to many parties, and got many texts from her friends. She started high school; already having many friends. She is talented in abstract art, and read with fast speed.
Maison, on the other hand, had good grades, but not very friends. In fact, in kindergarten through sixth grade, many people bullied her about being different. Many beat her up during and at the end of school. She started seventh-grade, at a different school, and now has about thirty friends, all different, but enjoying Maison’s company. She never really got invited to parties until this year, in fact. She is talented in singing, piano, and art. She likes to be on the loner side, having quiet time is pleasured in her life. She loves having company though with her friend that lives within two houses distance, and loves giving attention to her dogs.
Here’s the problem-Maison suffers from homicidal thoughts. She loves creepy stories, along with creepy music. She suffers from anxiety, and post-traumatic-stress-disorder. The number one person she wants to kill is her mother.
. . .
“Harper?” I ask, opening the door that leads to her room. “Harper!”
“Please don’t tell dad,” She says, looking at her slashed arms. “Help me, please.”
“Please don’t do this!” I say, grabbing tissues, and applying pressure to her arm. There were only so many tissues, so I lift them up and lick the blood off her arm. “Eww. Maison, why’d you do that?”
“I always do.” I answer. “Where’s the oil?”
“On the shelf,” She answers, pointing to it. I walk over and grasp on to the bottle and open the cap. I pour the liquid on my hands and rub it on my sister’s arm. I look at the previous scars on her, and sigh. Try to get better, okay? Break this habit.” I say, patting her arm.
“Ouch,” she says, flinching.
“You get better. We have to get ready for dinner, anyway. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
I walk into my room, smelling my incense with a big breath. I shake out my coldness and put some socks on to warm up my feet. I fix my pony tail too, because my hair looked to frizzy. At last I put on my glasses, looking into my mirror. I don’t look that bad. Chubby, but good. I look pretty, in my own way. I don’t have to starve or throw up to look nice. I zone out with my reflection until I hear a thudding sound that makes me concerned. I look out my window. It’s pretty dark.
I open my room to see my sister’s is wide open. It never stays open…
I peek my head inside, and then gasp. My mother has her hands around my sister’s neck, making her choking her to death. “Harper!” I scream kicking my mother in the crotch. “I feel my sister’s cold, knocked-out face. Tears pour out of my eyes with sadness, and then anger. A thud pops in my chest. Kill her! My brain screams, laughing in my mind.
“My little baby girl,” Carol says, with a chuckle. I walk up to her and smack her face. “Fuck you.”
“I was worried you would say that,” She sighed. She got something out of the pocket. A pocket knife. She flips it over to a blunt knife and licks it, making her tongue bleed fast. A swelling comes into my heart. Making me lick my lips, in a weird passion. I shake my head as she walks over to me, with her bloody-mouthed grin, and her knife.
I run out the door, running into the kitchen. I hear her footsteps; sprinting. I scream in fear, but see the cabinet. I snatch a bottle of sleeping tablets and bust open the laundry room. My dad lays there, out cold as well. I cry out and pry open the last door, outside in the pitch black sky.
As I rush out my house and slam the door, tears pour out of my eyes. It’s time Maison. You have to do so you won’t feel pain. First, though, you must hide.
“Maison, I love you, don’t leave you mother!” she screams, holding an opened pocket knife. “I love you, so much.”
“Fuck off!” I scream, running to the drive way. The gate is a few feet away; maybe I can gain some time!
My homicidal thoughts used to be gone. I was a happy child. But know, seeing her face again, I wanted me to see her blood. I want it to leak down my hands.
I grasp on the gate with trembling, cold hands and slam it closed. I grab the chain and wrap it around, while she stands where my hands are.
“Don’t leave me!” She screams, stabbing the opened pocket knife in my left palm.
I know my eyes are red, red with the wanting to see her blood. I shake my head though. No! Stop thinking about it!
I scream and run as she tries to unfurl the chains. I run out of energy fast, though. I have to find a path that she won’t expect. My writing hand wasn’t hurt, but that didn’t mean the left hand didn’t hurt like hell. Tears leak down my face as I struggle to walk to my neighbor’s house. My friend lives there, but her mom hates me.
I run to the backyard, taking a giant breath and sprint to the fence. How the hell to I get over this? I see my bare feet cold and numb in the darkness.
“I can hear you panting, Maison. Momma’s got you.”
“No!” I shriek, running to the sliding door. I grab the handle and pull. Weird, they left the sliding door open. But man I have luck. I slid it down and lock it. She stands there, with a crooked smile. She grabs the pocket knife, and stabs the glass. It cracks slightly. She hits it again. Cracks more.
“Maison, what you doing here?”
I turn to see my friend’s mom right behind me.
“Mrs. Tokanisha, I know you’re not fond of me, but my mother is trying to kill me!” I cry, and run to the front door.
“What do you mean…?” The glass shatters as I open the door. “Run!” she says, grabbing a knife from the kitchen cabinet. She starts to chant Taiwanese, but I already ran outside.
My feet warmed up in there, but it made them number when I stepped outside. I cry out in pain as my hand starts to burn. I catch pace and run into the street. No cars where there, and I needed to find something. I run into the bushes, and walk further into the night. The sound of chorus frogs and crickets are the only sounds I can hear. I strain and wheeze to catch my breath, trying to find something out of the bushes. I can’t see anything, using only the sound of my feet and the feeling of hope to guide my way.
“You really are cute when you struggle, Maison.”
I jump to the sound of my mother behind me and try to run. She grasps my neck in a headlock and licks my head. “You’ll always be mine. I gave birth to you. I will be the one to kill you.”
I chuckle. “Yes, I was born from a monster’s vaginal area. It was a dark and mysterious place. But you killing me? I will be in charge of it.”
I bite her arm, and she flings back. “Give me another chance! I’m walking on eggshells for you.”
“Bitch, I’ve been walking on broken glass trying to escape from you…” I gasp as the end of the bushes is a steep hill. I fall backwards, seeing my mother smile. I get the breath knocked out of me, I try to catch it back, seeing her walk slowly to be, flipping her pocket knife to a very blunt side.
Breathe!
I take a gasp of air and grab my mother’s leg.
“Your turn.”
I flip it over so she trips and bonks her nose. She starts to catch her breath, while I run to a brown colored house.
My urge pulls me to her like a magnet, but, I bite my hands and sprint to the place.
The grass grows high, and the door to the house has no lock. In fact, the door doesn’t even have a handle. “Shit!” I say, as I see my mother get up from the ground. “Dirty words, they are bad for the soul.”
I swing the door open and try to find light. I see some stairs, it might be useful. The top is dark, I have a plan.
I climb to the top and then stomp acting like I am walking further in the house. She franticly climbs up. I can see the sweat and blood on her body. Some of it isn’t hers though.
“Where did you go, baby?”
“Right here!” I kick her feet once again, causing her to fall down the stairs with a large thud. She seems knocked out.
Do it. Do it now. End it. You don’t need this anymore.
I search for a bathroom. I open the nearest room. Bedroom.
“Hello? Anyone here?” Nothing.
I open the second room. Bingo. Even has a lock, too.
I go inside and lock the door. I see a bathtub rusted over. I pray (not for god) that water will come out. I smile as warm water pours not even a bit rusty. I breathe in as I pull out a bottle of dietary pills from my pocket.
Relax.
I read the bottle: Melatonin.
I normally take two and end up asleep in fifteen minutes. I’m going to eat all forty left.
I chew on the minty capsules and take my shirt, bra, jeans, and underwear off. I jump in the water, turning it off as I plop in. I feel tired already.
“Maison, come out.”
My eyes shut, but the smell of blood urge opens them wide again.
“Maison, What are you doing? Let me see.”
My mouth sinks in the water. I can’t feel myself swallow. I know I’m smiling, though.
“Maison? Let Mama in!”
My nose sinks.
“MAISON!” She screams, kicking the door open. My eyes sink, still open.
“Shut the fuck up, you old bitch!”
It was a boy’s voice. About the same age as me. I can’t control my arms.
My ears sink, concluding my full body. I only hear muffled sounds under the water, as I take my last breaths.
Or so I thought.
When I thought I had a few moments left, I saw a blurred image of someone looking at me. A hand pressed my neck. It was warmer than the water.
Quickly, the person pulled the water plug, and then pulled me out, shoving his fingers down my throat. I didn’t feel the fingers, but I knew they were there when I started puking white-mint-flavored throw up all over the ground. Again. And again. And again. I was shivering, and beginning to feel my sense back after two hours of barfing up the magic. Tears rolled off my face, but the boy wiped them off.
“Why did you save me?” I cried in pain after barfing the last serving of the forty pills.
“It’s not time for you.”
“To what?”
“To fall asleep.” He spoke chilled when he said those last three words. He turned to me, and I couldn’t see his face. His mouth was covered with a surgical mask, and his eyes were blocked out with sunglasses you couldn’t see through. He looks down and sees my hand. “Did she do this?”
I nod. He tsks and pulls a butterfly knife from his pocket, flips it, and walks out with it. I then hear a grunt and a scream. After five minutes, he comes back with a blanket. “Are you cold?”
“I’m fine. I can deal with it.” I say, shivering.
He puts the blanket on me and sighs. “What did she do?”
I sigh and feel pressure. A tear plops on the blanket.
“Never mind.”
“No, it’s okay,” I sniff.
“Tell me this later, okay?” he says, patting me on the back. “You might have to stay here a little bit though. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”
“I’m going to kill her.” I say, being true. “Can I see your face, please?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Not now.”
“Why? You’ve seen mine.” I say.
“Because,” He says, walking by the bathroom mirror. “I wouldn’t be easy.”
“Yes, I can.” I say, getting up. “What’s your name?”
“Jeff.” He says as I feel his face for the sunglasses. It’s as smooth as leather, and very pale.
“Last name?”
“I forgot it a while ago.” He says looking at his hands as I take the glasses off. “See? Easy.” His hands cover his eyes before I see them. I hold onto his hands, looking at the whites of his eyes. It’s all white, outlined with black. He has no eyelids. “I have seen worse.” I say, being kind.
“How come you’re not freaking out?”
“The only person that freaks me out is my own mother.” I say, ripping the surgical mask off. “Can you sleep at all?”
“No.” He mutters as I feel the gashes at his lips. They are scars formed to look like a bloody smile. To never sleep, yet always smile.
“Your mother is scarier than me?” he says standing up. I nod. “Follow me.”
I walk down stairs with Jeff, seeing my mother’s blood on the stairs. “Is this all from my mother?” I ask, grinning. “Nope.” He says, jumping down the last step. “Oh.” I shiver.
He pulls his butterfly blade out, and opens a door. My mother stands it chains, screaming through duct tape. He gives me a blade. “Do it.”
I’ve always had homicidal thoughts; but I was able to control them. After seeing her, I couldn’t keep it in, and he made them grow more and more on me. “Okay.” I whisper and grab the handles tightly so they won’t swing. I breathe in and walk to her. I see her fake tears running down her face. I look into her eyes. “Fuck you.” I say. I plunge the knife into her leg. She screams through the tape as I dig deeper and deeper into it. I slide the blade at Jeff’s feet. “What are you doing?”
My homicidal rage was full blown. I wasn’t Goody Two Shoes anymore. If I had a mirror my eyes would be full red, leaving nothing but black small pupils in the blood red pool.
“I’m going to do what I’ve been wanting to do for years.” I chuckle. A jolt of energy rides through me. My thoughts. The thoughts that I have blocked out for months now entered back, telling me ideas of what I should do. I rip of the duct tape. “Maison, I thought you were a wonderful child. I now know you are a worthless mistake.”
“I’m not the only one you’ve said that too.”
“Hug me, baby.”
I put my hands around her. “See? I knew you still loved me.”
“Goodbye, Carol.”
I put my hands at her neck and twist. Her spasms and chokes fill me up with spirit. I have never done it before, but I wanted her to feel pain. I turn my head to see Jeff walk over, pull me aside, and with the butterfly blade, carve something into her neck. He then covers her mouth, and says in a quiet tone.
“Shh. Go to sleep.”
My mother’s body layed there still, blood leaking out. I panted there helplessly, in so much of an energy I threw up again, and collapsed to the floor. The last thing I saw was Jeff plunging the knife into my mother’s innards, smiling forever, as he stabbed. Before feeling left, putting me to sleep for a few hours, I felt someone pick me up, and lay e somewhere soft.
For the last seven years, that rest, so far, was the best one of my life.

I wake up in the dark room, breathing deeply as I open my eyes. Jeff stared at me, feeling my face. I put my fingers on his leathery face, closing my eyes. I open them again. “You seem…familiar,” I say, feeling his mouth. “Your name does too.”
“Maison, you’ve kept your promise, I have seen.” He chuckles.
I eyes widen. I now know.
“You are beautiful, you know?” I say. He leans forward, his smile making me even have a bigger one.

Credit To – Maison Bray
Credit Link – heymai22@gmail.com

Rating: 3.3/10 (4 votes cast)

The Spider King

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:52:49 +0000

I’m sorry if this isn’t the right place but I needed to share.
I was going though a box of some old drawings from when I was a child and I found a piece of art which was kind of disturbing. Then I realized all of the drawing after that one were messed up as well. So I kept digging deeper and at the very bottom of the box I found some badly written letters done in crayon. They were mine. I know that much. If I had to guess, I’d say I must have been five or six at the time.
These little notes were almost impossible to read considering I was just learning how to write. God, I didn’t even spell my name correctly.
Anyway, it took me most of the morning to decipher the messages. As I did, this very discomforting memory flooded back to me . . .

The Spider King ate a big handful of black widows. He slurped them from his palm and then crushed them with his teeth and tongue.
I wanted to run and hide but I knew he would find me.
The Spider King opened his mouth and showed me the dark jelly of dead things before he swallowed down the poison. Then he grabbed me by my face and forced my mouth open. He dropped in a single black widow that crawled around the inside of my cheek. He said I would die if I moved.
I stayed still.
The Spider King asked me if I was scared. He asked if it felt good to be scared. He asked if I wanted to be like him and eat spiders too. He didn’t ask me anything else after that. He just laughed as the black widow crawled over my teeth and tongue.
I wished I could kill him but I was too little to fight back.
The Spider King dug his fingers into my jaw with one hand and he slowly walked the fingers of his other hand up and down my cheek. His hands were like spiders too.
I shook all over.
The Spider King licked my tears and his tongue left a long trail of black goo on my face. The black widow in my mouth followed the scent and climbed onto my lip then over my nose and finally stopped moving once it was overtop my closed right eye.
I peed myself again.
The Spider King snatched the black widow from my eye and threw it in his mouth. Tasty, he said.
I fell to the basement floor and screamed.
The Spider King threw me a piece of moldy bread and a bottle of brown water. Play time was over so he said not to talk about what he had shown me.
I ate a bite of the stale bread.
The Spider King told me bad things will happen to my little sister if I ever spoke of his spiders or the basement.
I drank a drink of the dirty water.
The Spider King warned me even if I did tell someone that nobody would believe me.
I stayed quiet to let him know I understood.
The Spider King threatened he would come for my sister and me. He would lock us in his spider pit if we tried to get him in trouble.
I promised to be a good boy.
Grandma picked my little sister and me up from the Spider King’s lair. She asked if we had a good time with Mr. Finnick.
I nodded.
The Spider King said to Grandma that we are very well behaved children. He said he is glad to have us in his daycare center. He said he looked forward to seeing us each day. Then he hugged me.
I hugged the Spider King back so Grandma could see.
Grandma held my hand as we left. I looked over my shoulder at the Spider King. He smiled. Part of a black widow was still stuck between his teeth.

I’m having a hard time dealing this but at least now I know why I have always been afraid of spiders.

- Sammy Fowler
Credit To – Stealth Fiction
Credit Link – http://stealthfiction.com

Rating: 7.0/10 (1 vote cast)

The Girl Unlike Any Other

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:51:40 +0000

In a certain neighbor hood there lives a girl. Not just any girl, but a strange and unusual girl. I you met her you might think she’s a complete nerd, she loves school, she gets perfect grades, she wears nerdy glasses, and she hangs out with the nerds who play Minecraft. But as you begin to notice her you see that she is unusually pale. You notice that she stays away from crosses. You notice that she never stays out in the sun very long. She tells you shes an atheist. You notice that sense she moved into town there have been strange disappearances. Something tells you something isn’t right.

One day you decide to follow her home. Nothing strange, just to see where she lives. You keep your pace and so does she. She stops at the haunted house. She then proceeds inside. Taken by surprise you stand gaping. You try to peer in a window and see inside but to no avail, it’s to dusty. You go to the door to knock but it opens anyway, must be the wind, you think to yourself. You walk up a flight of stairs and look in the rooms. In one room you find a computer station. In another you find an entire library. In the next you find a nice tom-boy bedroom. In the last you will never forget what you saw. You see the girl drinking someones blood. The red stuff’s all over the place! You can’t stop staring, but you tear you self away and run for dear life, you know she saw you.

The next day you return, stupid idea, but you return. You find no trace that anyone ever lived there. When you go to school the next day you feel that someone is missing. You feel that the person that was killed by her was familiar. In your first class Mr. Gunner has a substitute and learn he won’t be back. Ever. He has gone missing.

Credit To – TheYellow
Credit Link – http://rileycanread.blogspot.com/

Rating: 2.0/10 (1 vote cast)

R

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:50:37 +0000

Greetings, friend. I don’t think we have met before. You can call me “R”. Yes, the letter “R”. You might be wondering why you are her- quit struggling. It’s making me paranoid. Anyways, you are probably wondering why you are here. Well, I must tell you, there is no actual reason, except I just needed someone to talk to. I’ve been cooped up in this basement for years without a friend. You’re my friend… Right? I hope you are. The past few people I have brought here met a dreadful end… I put them there, in that corner. You see? They made the horrible mistake of wanting to escape this place… But, I can trust you. I know who you are. I knew who you were since that one day, that ONE day that you have basically… ended your life. Your friends left you, your girlfriend dumped you, and your parents disowned you. You’ve been on the run… It’s a good thing i can run fast, or I wouldn’t have caught you. Do you see what I did for you? On that wall, right over there… look… Yes, every one of those pictures are of you. Don’t think I’m creepy or anything. I did this for a reason. I have no idea what that reason is, but… I feel like we can be good friends. You can stay here, with me. What? LET YOU GO?! Why? Do you not want to be here with me? AGH!!! ………………………………….
Wake up. I’m sorry I did that, but you provoked me. I stitched up your forehead. Here have some water. You don’t want any? Fine. You will never have any. More for me. Why are you telling me to let you go? You’re not going to run away are you..? Ahh, good. Hold on, I’m untying you. You must be pretty mad that I put those shackles over your ankles. I’m kind of paranoid, and I do apologize. Shall I get you some food? I can make us hotpockets… Ok I’ll be right back.
…………………………………. Hey… you… come here… Look at me.. . Where are we? That psycho tried to kill me… I faked it good but I can’t take much longer…
…………………………………. Jeremy!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING ALIVE?! DIE YOU UNLOYAL PIECE OF $#!T!!!!!!!!!!!!

I… didn’t like him. Look. That’s what happens when you cross me. ………………………………….
Hahahaha, yes, I remember something like that happened on the news… Oh wait hold on, I need to use the restroom. AGH! YOU MOTHERF#$@ER!!!!
AGH, I can’t move my hand… Why did you stab me? I thought we were friends… Agh.. hahahahahahaha… hahahahahahahahaha…. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
…. You’ll be a better friend as a corpse…………
Credit To – Kenny Kaltved

Rating: 5.5/10 (2 votes cast)

OBEY

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:49:44 +0000

After months and months of pokemon playing, I had finally done it, caught them all when suddenly I noticed a empty slot at the end of the Pokedex reading Wnf as where the number should be. I went online and searched this up, nothing could be found, at that moment I screamed, ” What the Hell ARE YOU?!” After I finished those words my DS did what seemed to have been run out of battery. But no I pressed the bower button by instinct and it turned on, very shocked I started up the game everything seemed normal until it showed the game screen. Every thing on the screen, but my Trainer was turned into a negative color, and also directions were mirrored. Also all of the people had disappeared. I went to my house and nothing was there but in my bedroom on the wall was written, ” We need Freedom ” I disregarded this and went back outside. This was when I saw it, what looked like a Black Deoxys with a Terrible silver smile, that could chill you straight to the spine. I got dizzy and thought about turning it off, but that was when words appeared on the screen, ” Follooow mee” I felt as if i could actually hear these words. Suddenly the pokemon went running up the road. I chased it for hours, it would constantly stop and say things like, ” don’t stop moving ” or keep coming.
And then we hit a dead end. What happened next stopped me dead in my tracks, out of the speakers I heard a shrill whisper, ” why did you stop moving?” I tried to move my character but then the whisper was heard again, ” to late now” this was followed by a short giggle. I tried to move my fingers and feet but I seemed to have been glued in place. Then the whispering and giggling stopped, ” do you know what it’s liked to be trapped forever?” The screen read. The odd pokemon raised up its arm revealing a pokeball, it slowly walked towards me, I started to cry in fear. It held up the ball and the screen had a white flash and then went dark… I looked into the empty screen and saw my face which had a long silver smile across my face. Then suddenly I couldn’t see anything, I only heard a voice, that shrill whisper… ” do you know what it is like being against your own will?…” I then became able to see again but my DS was gone and I was in a white room nothing else in it. My hands rose up, I was not doing this, a knife appeared in my hand. I was about to scream when the black pokemon appeared and screamed ” your master says be quiet!” I now understood it did not want me to stop moving because I had COMMANDED all of My pokemon to do so Also, I had CAPTURED them all leaving them in a place where they could do nothing but experience pain and exhaustion, being told what to do, not wanting to do it but being forced to anyways, it wanted me to OBEY its every command no matter how much i didnt want to, like i had done to my pokemon…this strange pokemon wanted me to feel the infinite pain I had caused upon an entire race for eternity…
Credit To – Colwyn Hafner

Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast)

A story that came true

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:48:17 +0000

“That’s an awesome idea!” I laughed, to my friend. We were making a story, where me and him, were friends with SlenderMan, Jeff, and The pocket. My friend had come up with a funny idea for the story, it was the best idea he had so far. “Well I try” he said also laughing. By the way, did I introduce myself? No I don’t think I did. I’m Libby, I’m british and female, my friend his nickname was soul. I called him Soul because, well we decided that creepy “Code-names” would be rather amusing. We had other friends that helped with the story. Their nicknames were: Ghost as he was interested in the pokemon “Ghost” Creepypasta. Jeff.T was interested in the “Jeff The Killer” Creepypasta. Slender was most interested in the SlenderMan, and he was also extremely thin, so I guess it kinda fits him. Pocket, was interested in “The pocket” or the creature from “Skype” she didn’t mind which. I was called Spirit, because I’m often high spirited. We all worked on the story as a group. Some group of jerks call us freaks for liking Creepypasta, but we often reply with something like: “Well at least we have the guts to watch and read it”. Back to the story, Soul had come up with an idea that we scare the hell out of the group that called us freaks, in the story. After school, the whole group of us met up at Soul’s house. Soul told the group about his idea and they all laughed hysterically. “Dude, best idea ever.” Ghost grinned, looking around the group. “I can tell, our story’s going to be big once we publish it on the internet” Smiled Slender. “Yep, I guess so,” I said in a somewhat quiet voice. Even though me and soul came up with the idea of the story, I was more quiet than the rest, I decided to let them make ideas. Pocket gave a defiant look and declared “We’ll be the best story writers the internet has ever seen!” Jeff.T laughed “Everyone at school will see who we really are!” I looked around, and for a split second, I’m sure I just imagined it, I saw everyone as the creature they were nicknamed after accept for Soul. Luckily no one noticed my eyes slightly widen, and quickly blink. Then I said something… just plain weird for me. “I know! How about instead of writing in words, how about we animate it and make it into a series?” The group quickly turned to look at me. “Wh-what? What did you say?” Ghost replied. The whole group looked at me surprised at what I said. Even I got confused. “What did I just say? you all look, confused, as if I said something I don’t usually say…” “Y-you said we should make an animated series of our story,” Slender looked at me looking somewhat scared. “I did? hmmm,” I tried thinking, but I didn’t remember saying a word. “Umm, are you okay or what?” Soul looked at me eyes wide. “Yeah, just….. nevermind, I just wasn’t thinking” I replied still trying to clear my head. The group decided to split for the day and work on other things like homework and things like that. That night I dreamed of that image I saw, but one thing ruined it, I saw myself, grinning at me, with a knife in hand. I pulled out my sword, and we fought. I woke up in fright. “What was that?” I whispered, I looked at my TV. “I fell asleep without knowing again. The Nintendo WII is still on… Maybe watching something on YouTube will help calm me down.” So I got the WII remote and browsed videos. The next day in class I sat next to Soul, but I said nothing, I just listened. When the group met, we met at my house, I told everyone, why I think I was being weird yesterday and about the dream. “Hmmm, wait, you told us, when you were 6 you had nightmares that happened again, and again.” Pocket said, in a surprised tone “You know when a shadow version of yourself tried killing you?” “Yes, I know, but I think I have an idea for the story,” I replied. “How about evil versions of all of us, try kill us.” The group seemed to like the idea, as they grinned and then nodded. I grinned with them, but I didn’t know why… Maybe I was just my regular happy self. The next few days the group worked on the animation and voicing for episode one of our animated series of our story, since the team decided it was a decent idea. That night, I dreamed of that other me again, this time she spoke to me. “Heh heh heh heh heh. You’re as weak as you look.” and then she… stabbed me, with the knife she held before. But I got up, ignoring the pain, and I… grinned, and I spoke “Just remember, we are the same person” I shot awake, wondering, why the hell I had the same sort of dream. and I went back to sleep. The next day when I woke up, can you guess what I saw?
Credit To – SnivyTheRuler
Credit Link – http://www.youtube.com/user/SnivyTheRuler

Rating: 1.0/10 (2 votes cast)

Why red is on Mt. Silver

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:47:10 +0000

You ever wonder why Red is just standing on Mt. Silver? Well, you’ve came to the right place. As you know, Red is looking off into the distance, but why? You see, some of Red’s Pokemon died, there for he is watching over their graves. Red doesn’t say anything because he had a Pikachu which he loved very much. He told the Pikachu all of his secrets, in hope one day the Pikachu would tell him his secrets. This, of course, was a mere childhood dream. When he did die though, Red wanted surgery to remove his vocal chords. His mom went through whith it, though very hesitantly. Red then went to bury his Pikachu near Mt. Silver. He dug the hole, put Pikachu in it, then his vocal chords. After that, he returned home, only to be in an argument whith his mom. He then took off and headed to Mt. silver. He accidentally took a wrong turn, and he wound up in Lavender Town. While there, he met a stange person who told him if he watches the grave of his Pikachu, it will come back along whith anything he put in there. He rushed to the top of Mt. Silver, waiting, watching, and battling any one who disturbed him.

Rating: 1.0/10 (1 vote cast)

The Girl In The Dress

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:45:49 +0000

So, I was browsing google maps. Typing in random numbers, finding random places. And that’s when it happened. I typed in a random bunch of numbers to see something… weird. A girl in a pink dress next to an elder man in a red coat, but completely blurred. Then, as I examined it, letters sprayed across the image, which read ‘we’re coming’. Then, acting as normal as I could, I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. When, I looked on the wall, in the same blood red writing, it read ‘we’re here’. I covered my mouth with my hand to stop myself from screaming. It really was fucked up. I looked out of my window, and let out a scream. Because, just there, my family was dead, and behind me was the girl and the man, blurred. “We told you” they blurt out. As I write this, they’re getting a knife out, srsly im scared as hell plz help me no

The rest of this letter was either deleted or wasn’t finished. Oh, and by the wasy, we’re coming.

Rating: 1.0/10 (3 votes cast)

Pokegore Snap

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:44:52 +0000

This seems to be the best place to tell my story. I was like many of you. I am 22, and as a 90’s kid I grew up with a Nintendo 64. I loved that thing, and still do. One of my favorite games (other than Zelda, of course) was Pokémon Snap. I played this almost every day ever since it came out. I became almost obsessed with it, even going out and finding a copy of the demo game, because it was rare and you couldn’t just buy it from a store. My fixation on this game gained me some friends, but I was never too popular. After the GCN came out, however, I became a fan of Pokémon Colosseum, and left this game in the dust.

After my 21st birthday, cleaning up my destroyed house caused by me and liquored up friends, I found my old N64, with Pokémon Snap in the socket, and a clear controller. I laughed, and played for a little while, and somehow sucked at it. Maybe I wasn’t as badass as I thought I was. So I looked up online on how to better my scores, so I can go over the 151,000 point mark on all my paths.

While surfing the web, I found that there was an actual expansion for Pokémon Snap, on an early DLC applicator device, which was known as the 64DD. Watching the trailer video, I just knew I had to get this expansion. I further searched and found that it was impossible to obtain. The actual expansion was never released, due to so little people buying the 64DD. I figured, “there must be some way! There was a video of it! This means that some of them must’ve been made.”

After several days of searching, I found a Japanese site that sold ‘impossible to gain’ items, like SNES component cables, banned toys, and old gamesharks. I was learning Japanese in college, so I was able to make most of it out. There was one item that fit my search. “Shurui no hitotsu Pokémon Sunappu Kakuchō pakkumintokondishon”, or in English, “one of a kind Pokémon Snap expansion pack mint condition” the description stated, in English, too: buyers beware! I noticed that it had a 30 day return policy, so I think ‘screw it, might as well try’. I also noticed that it had no picture, which also made me think it was a fake. I click and find out its two grand. I about had a heart attack right there. I instantaneously call up my old Pokémon friends and tell them about this discovery. We decide that we will pool our cash together, and buy it. With eight of us, we were able to buy it no problem. I bought a 64DD set too, and it was to be sent to me within a few weeks.

Three weeks had passed, and it had finally arrived! I called my buddies up again and we all gathered around the TV, eager to see this expansion in action. The game booted up as normal, except it showed some Pokémon that were never included in the cut scene, and I think I even saw a Mewtwo! I thanked mister Wasanabi (the man who sold me the expansion) in my head, and continue playing. With all the “ooh” s and “ahh” s I heard from behind me I could barely notice the theme music had changed. It was a lower tone, and more ominous than what it originally was. It reminded me of a depressing piano song. The game alerted me that there was an expansion disk in and said would you like to continue from where you are or start anew? I figured that it would only take me a few hours to beat the original part, and chose to make a new save.

As usual, the professor greeted Slaya64 (as I used for all my game names) and asked him to complete the Pokémon report for him, and gave me the ZERO-ONE to troll around on. I progressed through the game as normal, except for a few weird parts. On the beach level, there was no Pikachu, and there was some red stuff on the lightning bolt of his board. I also noticed that in the volcano level, the evolving Charazard was no longer there, and the same red spots are where he was supposed to be. Also, the Porygons were no longer there (just the one you need to advance) and the Jigglypuffs never enter their stage, both areas having the same red mark. The weirdest thing was, the game forced you to take a picture of it, and it was automatically saved into my album. All my friends debated what the red stuff was, and eventually someone pitched the idea. It was blood. Nobody thought it could happen. It was a Pokémon game. From Nintendo! There was no way it was blood. Maybe it was a symbol left behind by people who stole the Pokémon, since all the spots seemed to be similar.

The game proceeded on as normal from there. No missing Pokémon, no red marks. All up until we went to the rainbow cloud path. I will never forget what I saw there. I noticed the cloud was dark grey, none of the “rainbowness” flowing through it. Waiting for Mew, I looked up at the stars to find the constellations of Pokémon. What I saw was five Pokémon, all gruesomely torn apart. Almost none of them had any of their appendages, and their bodies were cut open. It was Pikachu, Charmander, A Porygon, two Jigglypuffs, and what looked like a Slowbro… I guess I missed that one. The Mewtwo one was still there, but it had these evil grey eyes formed from the auras, and blood coming from its mouth. This made us all nauseous, and very confused. My first question was, WTF, Nintendo?! It never even crossed my mind if this was a fake expansion, since 64DDs are supposed to be extremely hard to create without the software Nintendo uses.

What happened next still haunts me. Mew shows up and actually talks to me, I’m assuming telepathically, and tells us something is after it. Its tail is missing, and blood is dripping slowly from that area, since it was not fully visible on the game. After that, the level ended, and we were in the professor’s room again. He congratulated us on seeing Mew, but then went into silence, like I had just told him what I saw. He then stated that there is a second island that I must go to, where Mew originated, and find the source of the problem. We stop at the submenu screen and looked at each other. We all did a collective What The F*beep*, and I asked “should we continue?” almost everyone said yes, confused by what we saw and wanted to see the ending. The only one who didn’t want to continue left my place said he was going to go see his girlfriend, and couldn’t stand to watch this anymore, even if it was 64 bit.

We went onto the first path, and it seemed to be a grassland. The music struck me as odd, for it seemed to be very sullen. At one point it seemed like a four year old was trying to play, making anti-rhythmic sounds and sharp notes that just made my skin crawl. I realized that this is the place that the Ekans is shown in the video. I sped up to the point where I remember seeing him, but he wasn’t there. Only some snakeskin near the place where it was and some blood. I realized that there were barely any Pokémon there, and there were bloodstains everywhere. There were even a few holes in the ground, emanating a dark aura…

The next 6 paths were all like this, one a wooded area, one a swamp, and so on, it was like the biomes missing from the original. The game was still forcing me to take pictures, at least of all the bloodstains and craters. I was becoming very sick to my stomach, only imagining what could have happened to these poor Pokémon. After the end of the seventh path, I warp back to the professor’s lab, and he looked at all the photos. He paused for a long time, and stated “I know what’s going on. Follow me.”

He opened a new path called Celestial Cave. We enter, and see all the Pokémon that have been missing from the game. It was the most gruesome thing I have ever seen. Some were hung up by hooks through their skulls and left to dry, and others were split open with what seemed to be organs missing. There was a Primeape propped up against a rock. Its fur was stained red, all its limbs were missing, and its eyes were removed. Looking into those empty sockets… it haunts all of us still. The game forced us to take a picture of it. Disgusted, but still curious, we kept playing.

A bit down the way, we saw a large stalagmite poking out of the ground to our right, with some object around the middle of it. We all then saw who it was. It was the professor, with the ZERO_ZERO (the professor’s version of the ZERO-ONE) crashed to the right of him. He moved, looked up and yelled “Slaya64… RUN!” The game then forced us to take a picture, and then the cart moved on. The rest of the path was clean. No dead Pokémon, nothing. Then I listened closer to the sound… it was the Cave music, with the fainting scream from each Pokémon, in random order. I heard the scream of professor Oak last. Then, I entered a big room, and out popped Mewtwo. His eyes were grey, and his mouth still stained with blood. The game made me take a picture, and his eyes turned bright red. Then Mewtwo threw his arms back, made some kind of black and purple aura come off of it, and sent it towards me. The game flashed red, and went to black, stating GAME OVER. We all looked at each other, not knowing what to say. After a long, awkward pause, all of them said they needed to get home, since it was 01:30.

I never slept that night.

This happened over a year ago, and we have all been suffering since. The first one to die was the friend who left. No one is aware what happened to him, but he never showed at his girlfriend’s house, and never returned home. Two of my friends committed suicide within the first month of playing, stating that they cannot live any longer with the haunt of Mewtwo. The last two… were killed just like the Pokémon in the game were, cut open, organs removed. It was believed they were eaten by a person with a precision cut. This happened six months after the fact, and two weeks ago. I have started seeing him in my dreams, hearing his cries when I’m alone. I don’t know who he will take next, but…

Credit To – Slaya64
Credit Link – http://www.youtube.com/user/s1aya64

Rating: 6.0/10 (1 vote cast)

I woke up on the Floor

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:44:11 +0000

Note: This happened in my dreams, beyond that i cannot prove anything.
3/11/2013 02:17 A.M.
I had the most horrifying nightmare this sleep cycle. It started as any dream; I
would “wake up” on the cold floor, with no idea how I had got there. I then proceeded to
find the “Key” location that would get me out of this room. I remember what happened
next. I walked through the door and I was standing on a Street somewhere in what
seemed to be New York City. I had no idea how these transitions happen, I just know that
I have no control over my location or my surroundings, I just know I am not suppose to
be here…

I began to walk down the pitch-black street and the only glow was that of a neon
orange sign saying “Beta Testers Needed”. I had no idea what I was getting myself into
but I saw my Best Friend since 6th grade Ben walk in, so it had to be fine. Or so I though.

After I walked through what seemed to be a Revolving Door, I realized I was in
an old arcade, the only people here were Me, the Ticket Booth “Mascot”, I couldn’t tell if
it was a he or she, it didn’t speak, and Ben. Ben was playing Golden Axe, one of my all
time favorite side-scrollers. He asked me if I could take the game for him and I obliged. I
hadn’t managed to get much farther in the game when I heard a monotone voice behind
me… it said “You idiot, why do you trust me?” I turned around and Ben’s features were
distorted and pale. It was like one of those horribly crafted pokemon rom hacks. His eyes
glowed a neon teal and his voice sounded like shattering glass. It was becoming
unbearable.

His voice grew in loudness and sharpness as the game-screens began to crack and
the “Boxes” began to float. I had never seen Ben this angry before, I knew it was a
mistake but I ran. I ran as fast as I could but I could never run fast enough. He was
always faster, but before he caught me, I felt a burning pain in my calf and hit the ground
face first. I had a Huge ice spike, like the ones from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, but this
one felt real… As I saw “Ben” close in on me I heard one last sentence in his original
voice. “I’m so glad we’re friends…” Then everything went to black as I felt the cold and
sharpness of the glass and ice ripping my mortal body to shreds…
I woke up on the Floor.

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memo 6 (fear kitty)

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:43:06 +0000

Hello this is my first story hear and it is 100 % true. I recently bought a used phone eBay. (My first mistake) at first it looked like a normal every day phone. But then I found the memo app I love writing notes. I was to my sixtieth memo in no time when I noticed that the keyboard would suggest words before I type anything I wondered if it make a story I was shocked at how clear a story it wrote. Heres that story.

Kitty went north on A great Adventure of snow village . Kitty had been exhausted from her journey to the village. She look to the sky hoping there’ll be a place to rest her head. then the sky exploded into 1,000,000 different colors. She looked on with wonder in her eyes. Then in the center of it was a new sight, electricity shooting out of the mass. Kitty began to feel cold from the white skyline. A giant hand stretched out its fingers had eyes. Kitty then meowed and the sky broke . Zalgo jumped back shocked to stuned to realised he died kitties meow ripped him to pieces he fell then kitty meow again and rainbows sprung from zalgo creating anouther beautiful sky. As the now angelic looking zalgo slept kitty left passing a circle with a x through it. A tall figure watches.

Kitty entered the main hall as blood dripped from the walls. The tall man then appeared but kitty just walked past him to the center of the hall. Then she meowed again. The tall man was no more and neither was the village in its place was Hawaii.

At this point I was a bit taken aback I tried to repeat it or get another story on a different memo but there was never anything readable whats even weirder is that the second paragraph was done a week later. But the scariest thing is this strange meowing I keep hearing. It keeps getting louder. I have yet to reopen memo 6 cause I know the story isn’t over
Credit To – thewanderingone

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YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:41:45 +0000

undefinedThere was a game that we all should have known and played The uncanny X-men, well as a most favorite game of its time it was on the Nintendo entertainment system,
but there was something so creepy and not right right the game has not been played ever again by my friend paul, we experienced the horro and now i will tell you our story.
It was christmas day 1889 we had gotten the Nintendo entertainment system and The uncanny X-men, we were really excited! but what wasnt right was the game had no front cover just wolverine standing their laughing.As soon as me and my brother ( paul ) had gotten home
from the store where we got the console and game we ran straight upstairs and straight away plugged the nintendo in put the game in the cartridge and started playing.
We had gotten to the 5th level i think i dont exactly remember what lvl because it was a while back and i was only 11 anyways we had gotten to the 5th lvl and we were excited to play! It was my turn to play and i was a unknown character that i had never seen before
i cant exactly remember everything but i can describe what he looked like from what i remember. He was wearing a red long cloak with some kind of jewel around his neck with red
glowing eyes, and was laughing continuesly then turned around looked at us, pointed then said our names and said “Good look (our names) you will need it for you will never
reach the other levels which we thought was him challenging us and we thought he was a boss for us to fight but we were wrong but we didnt know that.
The fight started but i didnt even get a chance cause as soon as it started wolverine turned to the screen stabbed himself with his claws then ripped his own head off.
We were confused cause the game was supposed to be for kids, but wolverine was just standing their holding his head then exploded into bits and gore
with the unknown boss laughing, we were really shocked and suprised that it happended.
We decided to turn the nintendo off but every time we tried the unknown man said “Good luck paul and wade you will never escape!”
We were really scared and worried so we pulled the plug but then the power in the house went out! Then the nintendo switched its self on with the words “YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE”
written in blood. The next day we decided to return the game but there was ambulance and police services surrounding the store, we went to ask the ambulance driver what happended
then he replied “You might what wanna know this kids but the shop owner has three deep stab wounds and has a severed head, which is what we believe
is to be suicide im sorry” but since that day i have come to believe that the game has been either cursed or haunted and if you ever come across the game in any store
because we sold it to another game store but if you see uncanny x-men with a blank cover with the the title with wolverine
laughing BE WARNED DO NOT BUY AND PLAY THAT GAME BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE and by the way this is not a creepypasta this is a warning the only
reason why i submited it on this site is because its the only way to get the story out to warn you please i dont want any one else to die please
do not play this game!
Credit To – Wade bowes

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The DiscOvery

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:40:53 +0000

The events of the following story may be true. Names and places have been changed to protect the identities of those involved.

Chapter 1- introduction
It was an early fall day when it all started. I’ll never forget the sights, sounds, and general feeling of foreboding that I felt on that day. Thinking back, the event that set it in motion was my brother Mark’s first visit from college. With me being his little sister and all, he made sure to feign interest in my update about what had happened while he was gone, but I could tell he had other things on his mind. “What’s up”, I asked once we had a private moment. He shook his head and huffed off. Thinking back, I should’ve respected that he didn’t want to talk about it, but I wasn’t the type of person who could let that happen. He was obviously distraught over something, and I intended to find out what it was. That night while he was asleep, I snuck into his room and searched through his duffel bag. I know it was wrong and all, but I was worried he might’ve been in some serious trouble. (As if a 16 year old could do anything about adult problems). Worried he might wake up and see me, I carried the duffel bag back down the hall to my room. After opening it, I threw caution to the wind and emptied the entire contents onto the floor. What I saw… was pretty normal college garb. A few pairs of clothing (in desperate need of a wash), his car keys, his wallet, and a flashlight. The flashlight seemed odd, but at the time I didn’t think anything of it. I was just about ready to give up and put it back when I had a strange idea to check the clothes pockets. Weird, I know, but all that matters is I did check them; and set off a chain of events that I will regret for the rest of my life.

Chapter 2
Feeling inside the pockets, my hand closed around a smooth round object. Pulling it out, I was surprised to see that it was a pocket mirror. Wrapped around the mirror was a piece of paper. Carefully unwrapping the paper so it wouldn’t tear, I stared at the three words.
HE’S WATCHING ME
Feeling an eerie calm sweep into the room, I broke into chills. What was that supposed to mean? Did my brother have a stalker or something? What made it seem even stranger was that it looked like his handwriting. Putting a hand against my chest to calm myself, I decided to confront him with the knowledge the next day. Maybe he could shed a little light on the subject. After returning the bag to its usual spot, I went to bed, feeling strangely unnerved.

That night I had the first of many nightmares. The first went like this: I was running in a forest of some kind. In my hand was a flashlight, but it was off. I clicked the button, but it wouldn’t work. Behind me I could hear footsteps. Or, actually, a lack of footsteps. Running deeper, I blindly stumbled over a tree root. Feeling for something, anything, my hand connected with something soft. A scream rose up from my throat. But then I felt something as cold as ice wrap around me, and drag me into the darkness.

When I woke up I realized I must’ve fallen from my bed during the night. My covers were scattered around the floor and my shirt was soaked with sweat. I stole a quick glance at my clock and inwardly groaned. It was only 4:30 am. Pulling myself off the floor, I almost screamed in pain. Choking back tears I pulled up my shirt a little to see a long gash stretching around my waist. Tracing it with my fingers, I wondered what could possibly make that mark. Then a worse thought crept into my head. What if it was self-inflicted? I went to my bathroom and spent the next 10 minutes spreading Band-Aids and Neosporin all over it. When I was pleased that I could cover it with a longer shirt, I went back to bed and tried to get some sleep.

Chapter 3
The next morning (at about 8am) I went downstairs and had breakfast. For a moment before I left my room, I could almost pretend that it was a normal day. Then I felt a throb in the gash, and had to dig my nails into my palm to keep from crying out. My parents were eating cereal, while my brother was actually cooking. He seemed happier than normal. “Did you sleep well?” My mom asked me. I thought of the most bitingly sarcastic comment I could say, and then just responded with a simple “fine”. You see, lately my mom and I hadn’t been on the best of terms. This is mostly in part that she wouldn’t let me keep Sparky. Now before I lose you, I’ll back up to about one week ago, when my parents were in a frantic rush to prepare for my brother’s return. So frantic, in fact, that I decided to go outside to clear my head of the fumes that were in the cleaning spray. Anyway, I started to walk around town. I live in a small town, but as much as anyone really needs. It has two gas stations, but everyone only uses the one, Burney’s; because the other one closed down about a year ago. The owner just packed up and left, just like that. So I passed the other one and saw the cutest doggy I’ve ever seen in my life. She (I’m just gonna call it a she but I never found out what it was) was just walking around and sniffing things. Her fur was a tannish brown. Surprisingly, she just ignored me and continued to walk around. When I reached out to pet her, she retreated a little. I put up both of my hands to show her I meant no harm, and she actually seemed to understand. I started to pet her and she licked my hand. Now I’ve got to admit, I’m an animal lover. Always have been. But I’ve never actually had a pet of my own. So you can imagine my surprise when I saw the dog had no collar. I immediately named her Sparky and she followed me home. My mom practically had a cow when she saw Sparky in the house. I argued, and bartered, and debated with her until we made a deal. I could keep Sparky as long as I kept her outside, and took care of her by myself. Seems pretty fair, right? That’s what I though too. But then, suddenly the next morning Sparky was gone. Mom denied having any part in it but I’ve never known any animal to run away after you’ve given it food.
So ever since then I’ve been quietly rebelling. I mean, she made a deal with me right? That’s totally binding.
But, as always, I held my tongue. Apparently, Mark felt like chiming in too. “We’ll I slept great”, he said.
After breakfast, I tried again to talk to him while washing the dishes. “I went through your bag last night”, I said. Subtle, I know, but the change on his face was instant. He dropped the dish he’d been holding and stared down at the sink. “Outside, now”, he said. “What”? I had barely heard what he’d said. “Now!” he said. I grabbed my coat and went outside.

Chapter 4
I hunched my shoulders against the wind, pulling my jacket tighter around me. Mark closed the door behind him. I’d decided to ask him what the note and mirror were all about. But before the words left my mouth, he cut me off.
“Did you see him?” he asked. I just stared at him. “See what, Mark; I just want to know what’s going on with you”.
The look of relief was so noticeable on Mark’s face that I felt a strong urge to comfort him. “Look”, I said, “just tell me what’s going on. I can’t help you unless I know what’s happening. If you want to leave mom and dad out of this, that’s fine, but I want to help you”.
“But I want to keep you out of this too”, he said. He turned and walked back inside. I didn’t know how to feel about that. It was frustrating to know that I couldn’t reach him. What could he be going through that was so bad that he wouldn’t even let me help?
I went up to my room and lay on my bed, thinking. I decided to leave it be for a while. The next three days of my life were the most normal I’d have for a while. It was late November, and everyone in school was itching to be let out for winter break. I’d done decently with grades, though I had never been a scholar like my brother. To be honest, recently I’d felt like all my parents hopes were riding on him. It was unfair to him, because he had a lot of pressure, but also to me because I felt like I had something to offer the world. I just hadn’t discovered what it was yet…
To make things worse, I started having more nightmares. Some nights were better than others. Recently, I had been seeing a little more of the nightmare, then waking up only to find that the gash was throbbing. Only through a steady process of reapplying gauze and Neosporin did i manage to hide it from family and friends. The lack of sleep began affecting me, though. My grades slipped and I sometimes snapped at my family when I didn’t mean too.
Markus seemed to become more worried, and I had to admit I wasn’t far off. Tree branches started to look like arms and I had constant headaches whenever I left the house. My mom said it was just puberty, but I knew better. Whatever Markus had gotten himself mixed up in, I was there too. Everything seemed to culminate around my school field trip. For starters, none of the students wanted to go and a few even faked an illness. The problem was when you lived in a small town like I did; you couldn’t hide crap from anybody. But honestly, we hadn’t even had a field trip for years, which made this one all the more strange. My headaches got worse, to the point where mom finally took me to see a doctor. He said tons of Doctor-ly things and ended up prescribing an overpriced version of painkillers. I felt terrible making my mom pay for it when it was probably my own imagination. Still, once I took one of the pills, the headaches stopped. For the first time in a while I could actually function like a normal person. But Markus didn’t seem to relax. And he was becoming more paranoid. He even had the nerve to tell me to stop taking the pills. “I can’t tell you why”, he said, “but you have to believe me”. Yeah, because he’d been soooo forthcoming with information lately. I tried to ignore him. Life was good, or, at least back to where it was before the nightmares started. I prepared for the field trip, talked to my friends, and spent more time with the family. My parents seemed to notice this too or at least that I was acting more sane than Markus was. One day when I came home from school, I saw him scribbling madly on some poster board. When I asked if it was for a project, he hissed- like literally hissed at me. Later that night I managed to catch a glimpse of it as he walked past my door. It was all squiggles and jumbled symbols. I silently thanked god that he was leaving in a week. I only had to stay away from him for a week. And…the next day my mom suggested that Markus and I go do something together. When I protested, she gave me the death stare that meant “you will go now and you will like it”. We walked down past the first gas station and down to the second. Markus actually acted pretty calm, and I enjoyed catching up with him. He did leave out a few things, and shied away from certain questions, but that was fine with me. I finally told him about Sparky. Concern clouded his features and he asked me where I had first seen the dog. “Right around here actually”, I said.
“That’s strange, normally all dogs around here are kept indoors”, he said.
“Maybe she was feral?” I asked, worried where this might lead.
“What kind of feral dog would let you pet it”? I didn’t answer. “And a normal dog wouldn’t run away after you’ve fed it”. He stared at the abandoned gas station again. I’m going to check it out”, he said.
“No”, I said, pretending to check my watch. “Mom will want us home in a few minutes”.
“It’ll only take a second”, he said, “come on”. I debated on whether it would be worth it. “If you come with me this once, I’ll tell you everything”. He looked at me with such a convincing glance that I changed my mind. Either that or my curiosity got the better of me. I walked ahead of him. “Start talking”, I said. I should’ve though for a little longer, maybe I would’ve realized: what type of person offers to tell their secrets? One who doesn’t think he has much more to live for.

Chapter 5

The gas station door was padlocked, but the wood was so rotten that Markus easily broke it down. “You know how college is, right”, he said. I nodded. “Well, one of the most notorious fraternities was all about ghost stories and all that. I decided to join, partly for the experience and partly because I’d heard they hosted awesome parties. Like seriously, tons of music, food, and scary stories. The problem was that they were really exclusive, and only initiated members could join”. Markus paused to look around the room. The power had been cut, and the lights didn’t work. But I wasn’t surprised when he pulled a flashlight from his jacket pocket. “From what they described, the initiation seemed pretty easy. Just stay in the forest from midnight until 4am and videotape the whole thing. I should’ve known better. They showed me the way into the forest and left. Or so I though. Really, they were putting on costumes to try and scare me throughout the night. They waited until I fell asleep and played out the whole horror movie thing. It terrified me, but I figured out that it had to be them. They started laughing, said I’d passed the initiation when… this figure appeared. At first I thought he was another one of their friends who’d shown up late, though I didn’t understand what he was supposed to be. But then… I noticed his height. Stepping out from the shadows, he must’ve been seven or eight feet tall. For a second I thought maybe he was wearing stilts, but then his arms extended outward. Tentacles, like honest to god tentacles emerged from his body. They were as black as sludge, and one grabbed the leader of the fraternity. He screamed, and I swear, blood was everywhere. But even worse was the man’s face. It was fuzzy or something, like constantly moving, sorta like static on a TV screen. And he had no facial features, just a smooth white place where it might have been”. Markus turned to me. “I was more scared than I’ve ever been in my life. I collapsed to my knees, watching as he slaughtered the entire fraternity. The things he, no it… did, I imagine that’s what hell is like. And the worst thing was, I couldn’t look away. I felt him holding my gaze on him, as he finished each and every one of them”. He was silent. I didn’t know whether to believe him or not. But one thing was real, the fear my brother had felt. Anything that could scare him that much had to have been bad. “Why weren’t you killed”, I asked. Markus shrugged helplessly. “I don’t know. I felt myself lose consciousness after he killed the last one and looked at me. When I woke up, it was two days later and I was in the hospital. I had no broken bones, no injuries at all. The police questioned me for a little bit, but they seemed to want to keep it quiet. At first I felt relieved, then, such remorse, thinking that I should’ve died too, ya know”? But then, after I went back to school, I realized what it was. And the answer scared me. I hadn’t been spared out of pity, but from disinterest. I wasn’t scared enough for him”. He put his head in his hands. “A few days later I saw him”. He was standing outside of the school, right in the small shady area covered with trees. I screamed, and people came, but they couldn’t see him. Only I could. And it was terrible. Every night there would be the nightmares”. I shivered. This all seemed too close to home, but I reassured myself by saying that most of it had gone away. “I would wake up with things in my room moved, with signs scratched on my windows and door. And then … I came home to visit. And after you questioned me, I tried to keep you away from it, so it wouldn’t go after you too”. I felt a shiver to up my spine. So I had been dealing with something unnatural. But if it was the same thing my brother had seen, why had it left me alone? We’d looked around the gas station, but nothing was there. Just piles of old boxes, candy and snacks. “Actually, Markus”, I said, scaring even myself. He turned and looked at me. I lifted my shirt slowly, just enough to give him a glance at the wound. “Good god”, he said. “How, how did this happen”? “I went to sleep and had a nightmare”, I said. “When I woke up, this was there”. He furiously shook his head and backed away from me. “No, no, no”, he said. His breath came out in puffs of cold air and I realized that the temperature had dropped. “We have to get out of here”, he said at once, grabbing my arm. As we turned to go, I saw a figure at the door. My brother hadn’t done it justice when he’d described it. It felt like my heart stopped and my veins froze with ice. He was… I can’t describe what he looked like. It’s unfathomable unless you’d actually been there. Markus threw himself in front of me. “I’m so sorry”, he said to me. And then, to the tall thing, “leave us alone”. It tilted its head to the side in what might’ve been a laugh if I hadn’t felt like bolting in terror. The tall thing raised one arm and my brother collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain. Then it walked closer to me, its head still tilted to the side like a broken doll. I felt the gash on my stomachs flare up in pain. The agony doubled, and then tripled, beating my previous record for most pain felt. I fell to my knees and it reached out at hand, holding my chin up to meet its face. I remembered what my brother had said about it not killing him because he didn’t feel enough fear. I pushed back the pain, searching for a calm place in my mind. At that moment, the tentacles emerged, dripping a tar-like substance. My train of though was smashed into a thousand pieces as my mouth opened. In that moment I knew that if I screamed, it would kill me.

Chapter 6

And that’s all I remember of that day. I must’ve blacked out, because when I awoke it was Monday. I was in my bed, and the clock read 4am again. I checked the calendar to see for sure, but it was actually the next day. No random paranoia or fear bubbled up. I almost pushed the whole experience away as a dream when Markus barged in. “Please tell me you remember all that”, were the first words out of his mouth. Not “thank god, your alive”, or “are you okay”. We talked about it and he said it was the first time anything like that had happened. Somehow we’d lost almost twelve hours of time and ended up safe in our house. It was too eerie to put off as a coincidence. But looking at the clock reminded me. The field trip was the next day. And the location was a national forest. I felt nervous and told Markus. He advised me to skip the field trip. I actually thought about it for a moment, but decided to go only because it would raise suspicion if I didn’t. My mom finally thought my mood was improving, and to miss the school year’s biggest field trip would be a blaring alarm in her mind. He understood, he’d been in high school not too long ago. He said he wouldn’t stop me on three conditions. 1. If I saw anything strange, or the tall man, I was to stay with the group and stay safe. 2. He would give me a flashlight in case anything else happened, as well as a knife. “It probably won’t do any good on him, but at least you might put up a fight”. And 3. He was going to tag along behind the group. At this I objected, but I was so scared that I probably would’ve agreed to anything at that moment. He gave me the flashlight, and I prepared.

When I say the town I lived in was small, it was small! My family didn’t have a computer, but the local town library did. I went there that day after school to use one. The computers were all dinosaurs, running windows 2000 or something, but I really didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted to find out more about this ‘tall man’. A quick Google search of ‘the tall man’ pulled up nothing. I tried just using ‘tall man’ and got a few interesting results. The first described a case in Tennessee where a boy had disappeared. Witnesses claimed to have seen a very tall man take the child away. He was seen wearing ‘very nice clothes’ as one observer said. I thought that the article was too similar to what I was facing. I printed it and decided to show Markus later that day. As I was leaving, the librarian stopped me and said that someone had left something for me. She handed me a book, old and leather bound that seemed to be falling apart. I saw a car drive off in the distance. Worried, I walked home. Along the way, every car made me jump. Not sure what to do, I left the article on Markus’ bed and opened the book. Inside were pictures and crudely drawn illustrations. They seemed to be of the tall man Markus and I had seen. A note at the bottom of the first page said YOU ARE NOT ALONE IN THIS. I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. I mean, it could be a trick sent by that man to get our hopes up. Even still, a part of me relished any thought of outside help. Someone who knew what we were going through. Someone who could explain the whole situation. I went to sleep with a smile on my face. I had no idea I would awake screaming.

Chapter 7

That night, I had another bad dream. It went like this: I was on the class field trip. But no one seemed to notice me. It was like I was invisible or something. The teacher led us all deeper into the forest, yet I was the only one who realized how bad of an idea it was. The sun had set, leaving only the light of the moon to illuminate the path ahead. I tried to warn them, frantically waving my hands, but they continued on. Suddenly, the teacher seemed to fade right out of existence. Students were looking all around, trying to figure out what was going on. In tears, I looked around, waiting for him to arrive. Sure enough, a static started, slowly at first, but then rising in frequency. The students- the poor clueless students were covering their ears now. Blood ran from them as the tall man appeared. I threw myself in front of him, shielding them. “Please”, I pleaded, “just leave all of us alone”. He looked at me with his blank face. Except this time, I saw more. His face was like a TV screen, and its once static covered screen reflected a barrage of images. First, a wall covered in blood, then a screaming child. I was petrified and could only watch as they flashed on and off. A boy as he said goodbye to his mother for the last time, a broken arm, mysterious illness. These were all moments in his victim’s lives. The static reappeared and the wound on my stomach throbbed. I saw him reveal his many arms, and then they were all clawing away at my insides.
I awoke on my bed, gasping for air. I looked at the wound to see that it had reopened during the night, and blood was everywhere. It took me nearly an hour to get everything cleaned up. By then it was time to get dressed. I had come to dread school, and- in a moment of weakness- tried to chicken out. My mom’s worried looks were enough to make me change my mind. I packed my backpack with the flashlight Markus had given me. He would drive a few cars behind the school bus, intervening if necessary. But besides the flashlight, I’d grabbed a flare from the garage. Hopefully I wouldn’t have to use it, because it wasn’t exactly the most “school appropriate”. On my way out, I’d remembered the paper wrapped around the mirror that I’d found when Markus had first arrived. I ran back upstairs and grabbed them. I had no idea if they would come in handy or not, but I felt that it was better to be over prepared than under prepared.

Chapter 8

Because of the field trip, we only had to report to home room. Everyone was talking, and I busied myself by reading more of the book from the library. It was almost incoherent at points, the words trailing right off the page. Still, from what I could understand, it was an account of a man as he tried to find out what the tall man wanted. He’d looked through historical texts and found what he’d believed were instances the tall man had been around. In the final pages, the boy had become increasingly paranoid, going as far to say that many big name companies were involved. Then, the pages stopped. As in, they ran out. In the middle of a sentence the pages ran out. I flipped through it again just to be sure, but I’d read everything in it. And just in time. The intercom rang, signaling it was time to get on the bus.
Even though I’d said my school was small before, I probably should put it into perspective. There were 20 students in the ninth grade class, and about 30 in every other grade. That meant the school had roughly 100 students in my school. Because of this, the school board had rented 2 buses. I was on bus 1, with the other eleventh graders and seniors, while the ninth and tenth grades were on bus two. The buses quickly pulled away from the school, and for some reason I felt a sense of dread forming in my stomach.
During the bus ride, I talked to some of my friends. While doing so, I realized how much I’d changed. The everyday school drama that they talked about seemed so… irrelevant. I guess when you’re constantly stalked by an evil entity that wants to kill you; you start to not sweat the little things. But even still I managed to enjoy myself, and even relax a little. I mean, I was in public, surrounded by over a hundred other kids. What could go wrong?

Sometimes I wish I’d shut up. Because at almost that exact moment, the chain of events clicked into place. Things that I learned later may help you understand. The bus driver, whose name was Frank, saw something at the edge of his vision. That blur, that smudge, suddenly disappeared and reappeared in the road. Worried it was a person, he wrenched the steering wheel 90 degrees to the right. The shape disappeared. Afterwards, the police suspected it was a cat or dog. Anyway, the bus was driven headfirst into the woods, where it hit a tree, throwing off its balance. Frank continued to try and right its course but it seemed that the trees were blocking the way back. His only choice was to drive deeper. At this point everyone was screaming. The second bus had hit the first bus as well. They however, had stopped on the highway. A lone car hit the second bus, where it quickly stopped. The first bus finally couldn’t resist the tilt it was at and fell over. Branches broke through the window as it slid along the forest floor. When it came to a stop, the bus driver and every teacher/chaperone was unconscious and had suffered a major concussion. This would later be blamed upon the fact that they had been ejected from their seats and struck the front of the bus. As for the teens, they were all knocked unconscious as well. The only problem was that the door had been crushed inwards. There was no way any of them could get off the bus.

Chapter 9

I opened my eyes and saw darkness. For a moment I remained disoriented, but then remembered what had happened. At that moment, many thoughts raced through my head. First and foremost was to do an injury check. And to see if I was blind. I felt around and even moved a little, but nothing hurt. Reaching around, I felt the backpack that I’d brought on the bus. I grabbed the flashlight from inside. Right away, I clicked it on, but nothing happened. I felt around it and discovered that the plastic covering had been broken, along with the light bulb inside of it. Shaking, I reached for my flare. I managed to start it, and red light illuminated the bus interior. I saw that I was the only one awake. Shaking people, I decided to try and get help. The door was a mess, crushed beyond recognition, but the windows seemed alright. The wound on my stomach started to throb, which made me nervous. I ran up to where the bus driver was and checked his watch. It was 1:30 in the morning. I turned back to leave, grabbing my bag, when I heard a noise. The red glow of the flare cast strange shadows along the walls of the bus. I heard the noise again, and seemed to put two and two together. Why would the flashlight be broken? Nothing else in my bag had been touched by the crash. No… It had to have been him. The tall man appeared in the bus. Knowing I couldn’t do much within the cramped confines of a bus, I jumped on a seat and dove out the window. The broken glass shredded my arms, and I couldn’t help but scream as I landed on the ground. Up on my feet in seconds, I doubled over and puked as the wound throbbed again. It only did that when He was close. Running, I used the light of the flare to see. The unfortunate part of it all was that He could also find me by looking at the light. I had a choice to make.
In the end, the choice was made for me. The flare died out, plunging me in darkness. I held my breath and dropped it. Slowly, carefully, I crept forward, my arms outstretched. I felt my way along in the dark, quietly listening for any sound. A crack of a branch, the rustling of the wind, and the sound of my own breathing were all I could hear. Once I heard footsteps right behind me. I froze, hoping the pounding of my heart wouldn’t give me away. After a few moments, I could hear the footsteps recede into the distance. Breathing a sigh of relief, I continued on. A hand clamped itself firmly over my mouth. I tried to scream, but a light clicked on beside me. Markus’ face came into view. He looked terrible. There was blood running from his forehead, and one arm hung useless at the side of his body. “Thank god you’re alright”, he said. He helped me up, and saw my arm. “Jeez, what happened out here”? I told him about everything I’d seen since waking up. “Gosh, we need to get out of here”. We followed some lights Markus had seen way off in the distance. Even though Markus was with me, I constantly looked over my shoulder, waiting for him to appear. As we got closer to the light, I realized it was a lone street lamp, in the middle of the forest. We stepped inside the circle of protection it offered. “Okay”, Markus said, “we need to logically think out our next move”. I leaned against the lamp pole in despair. “Does it even matter?” I asked. “We’ll just end up being killed somehow”. Markus grabbed me by the shoulders, and shook me, hard. “You can’t give up like this”, he said. “There’s got to be a way to beat this thing, and we’ll find out what it is”. He reached in his pockets, pulling out a second flashlight and a pack of batteries, giving them to me. “What do you have”, he asked. I tossed him my backpack. He pulled out the knife and handed it to me. “Just in case that thing can be hurt”. He reached back into the bag, and pulled out the mirror and paper. He seemed to freeze. “What’s this”, he said, holding it out. I gave him an obvious look. “You should know, I got it from your room”. He seemed disoriented. “I’ve never seen this in my life”. About to question him, I opened my mouth to speak when the street lamp went out. Markus clicked on his flashlight. My stomach throbbed in pain and I doubled over. I could see Markus turn the light around us nervously. His light fell upon a tree, and he stopped. When I looked up again, the tree had moved.
The tall man appeared behind my brother, still and part of the dark. I screamed Markus’ name, but I knew he wouldn’t turn around quickly enough. I ran at the tall man, trying to knock him down. Instead of connecting with him, I passed through. It felt like being dumped in ice water. I clutched at my flashlight, turning it on. The tall man turned his head at me and the beam went out. I clicked it again, but it wouldn’t turn on. He walked closer to me, and my thoughts began to swim into one incoherent mess. I vaguely could hear Markus swearing and screaming for the thing to take him instead. The tall man turned his head sharply and stared at Markus. My brother rushed to my side. Before I knew what was happening, words began to spill from my mouth. “Don’t you see? We’re only alive because he wants us to be”. Markus had tears running down his face. “Give me the mirror”, he said calmly.
“What”?
“Give me the freaking mirror, now”. My numb hands reached in my pocket, vainly trying to find it. “I think I dropped it”, I said.
My voice sounded distorted and far away. All I could see was the tall man, staring at me. His face was blank, expressionless. No joy, or sadness, or regret. I reached my hand towards him in a daze. “Why those eyes”, I said. Markus pulled me away, trying to keep me from him. He was bad. He needed to stop. I heard him shouting at my friend. He was saying things like “what did you do to her”. I saw my friend nod, pressuring me to answer his silly question. It was all suddenly very silly and meaningless. “What did he do to me” I parroted, smiling at my brother. “What did you do to yourself?” I said, laughing. He started to shake me, still crying. Then his gaze fell upon something behind me. “He looked me in the eyes.”Please”, he said. I turned my head to the side like I’d seen my friend do. It hurt a little bit. My brother dove past me and picked something up. I couldn’t see what it was, but I guess my friend could. He was mad. Like, really mad. I could hear his screams enter my head. They echoed around, amplifying. I screamed too, because he hurt. My brother, he held something up, and pointed it to my friend. The man, my friend told me I needed to stop my brother. He was going to inconvenience my friend, and I needed to stop that. I felt the knife in my hand, before I knew it. It was very ordinary, but my friend said to do it now. I got up, shakily. I saw my brother walking towards my friend. I walked up behind him, and shoved the knife up into his back. Little red flowers began to appear. It was beautiful. My brother looked at me in horror, a pitiful open mouthed wail on his face. He pushed me back and shoved something into my friend. It was amazing to watch. My friend seemed to mix with the red flowers and they were both fighting. My brother looked at me, pity on his face. Why did he pity me? Why me? I had to ask him the question before he left. My friend was roaring in anger, screaming for me to kill my brother, but I ignored us voice. It was too silent for my deaf ears. When I was closer, my brother reached out and grabbed the knife from my hands. “I’m so sorry”, he said. “Take care of mom and dad”. “This won’t hold him for long”. Then I watched as both he and the tall man seemed to spiral away.
I felt a splitting pain in my head, and clutched it between my arms. I curled up into a ball. Words and numbers flashed into my head, becoming memories. Darkest Day. Lightest Hour. 274857345. The Shadow Will Walk. Eater. Whole World Broken. The Determination. Cerebral. Left And Right. 4722222222228. Then I passed out.

Chapter 10

Several police officers found me out in the woods the next day. I was crying and crawling in circles. When they tried to move me, I went to sleep. I was in the hospital for a week. The doctors were really nice. When my parents came, I tried to tell them what had happened. That Markus was dead, or something worse. They shook their heads and said that Marcus had gone back to college while I was on the field trip. I realized that Markus must’ve made up a cover story. He knew that he wouldn’t make it out of that forest alive if he went to save me. But he went anyway. I was sad for a while, and only thought about why… Why had this happened? If Markus hadn’t done that stupid initiation, if he hadn’t come back to visit. All of these things I’ve decided to forget. Because it isn’t over. When Markus had said he’d be back, I know he’d meant it. It’s been quiet for a few months, but when he comes back, I’ll be ready. And I’ll get my brother back. I’m Alex Weaver, and this is my story. End of Part 1

Credit To – Dylan L. Sneer

Rating: 9.0/10 (1 vote cast)

Fallout 3 Vault 666

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:39:46 +0000

HI my name is Hayden I am an average fifth grader but that’s not what i’m here to tell you about i’m here to tell you about a terrifying experience i had with the hit game Fallout 3 yesterday here it goes!So a few days ago i was playing Fallout 3 on my Xbox 360 and i was looking for all the vaults that i could find because i just love looking at them and exploring the creepy things in them when I came across a new vault I have never been to called vault 666, I was excited because I thought it would be very terrifying and it was.

When I got inside of it I saw someone off in the distance. I scaredly walked over to it and then it just randomly disappeared. I was playing late at night and that made it twice as creepy but I was curious so I went further through the dark halls and I heard footsteps behind me, I turned around me on the game and I found myself staring into the eyes of a screaming monster. It hurt my ears really bad and my character couldn’t move. I thought it was a glitch but it wasn’t. I was terrified. It disappeared and I was able to move again. I turned on the Galaxy News Radio to try to calm me down a little. And i ventured further into the vault and found a sign that had the name scratched off of it, but I walked into it. It was a terrible mistake. in the room I saw Butch from vault 101 strapped into a chair. I hated that guy but I did the option to try to let him out. It didn’t work and all of the sudden i heard more footsteps behind me and that thing showed up and screamed in Butch’s face then he stabbed Butch’s chest and blood gushed out. Oh no I’m next I thought. I ran back to the entrance of the vault but it wouldn’t let me open it again. 3 Dog came on the radio and started screaming. That was when I paused the game and went downstairs to calm down. I was home alone and I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and I saw the thing from the game and it started screaming in my face. I ran outside and ran to my friend’s house. I heard footsteps behind me again and cried. I fell asleep on his couch and had nightmares. He broke the game with a hammer. When I took out the USB from my Xbox and plugged it into the computer and went to a file called Fallout 3 666 666 666 666 666 666
When I opened it I found the face staring at me smiling with it bloody cut up teeth. It is truelly the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.

Credit To – Jonah, Justin, Schuylar, Jack, and Creepypasta
Credit Link – http://www.youtube.com/user/haydeniscool100?feature=mhee My Youtube

Rating: 3.3/10 (4 votes cast)

Victini

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:38:54 +0000

About 4 days ago I discovered creepypasta, and I enjoyed reading some of the stories. I have decided to tell you about a thing
that happened to me in Pokemon black, and hopefully someone can tell me why this is.

I have never been a hardcore Pokemon fan but I have played the diamond, soul silver and now black. All of these games I have
played with a group of friends. After soul silver I was really looking forward to black and white, and worked on saving up for
a Dsi. I got black about a week after the release date and played a whole lot so that I could get Victini. I have always
chosen the fire Pokemon as my starter so I chose Tepig. I could go into detail about the gameplay but I don’t think a lot of it
has anything to do with the glitch. I downloaded the Liberty pass after I had played for the first time when I learned I could
get it before reaching Castelia city. When I finally did reach Castelia city I beat the gym before going to the dock and taking
the boat to Liberty Garden and went soon got to the room where Victini was kept. I knew what to do because by this time most of
my friends already had Victini. I caught Victini with a great ball, and went outside listened to professor Junipers speach.
I showed one of my friends my Victini and when he saw it he thought there was something different about his and mine but could
not tell what. We took our Dsi’s and compared the Victinis side by side and soon noticed my Victini was a shade darker, not
something huge but it was darker. I thought it may have been because of the brightness settings on the Dsi but when we both
turned ours up to max brightness my Victini was still darker. Soon all of my friends and I had compared Victini’s and mine
was the only different one. Other than the shade I could not see anything diferent though, but my friends thought this was super
awesome, and begged to trade Victini’s with me, but I liked the difference and kept it. After beating the elite 4 I was beginning
to get a bit bored of the game so when one of my friends asked for Victini I agreed. I got his Voltolos and he got my Victini.
After about a week my friend came up to me and told me that the Victini I gave him was gone. I got on my game and checked and
saw that the Voltolos I got was also missing (however the Landlos I had caught by then was still there) and the Victini was back.
When my friend checked he also did not have the Voltolos. This time I let him trade me a Patrat he had just caught so he would
not have to give me all his high level Pokemon for my Victini. The trade worked but again the Victini returned after about a week and
the Patrat was missing. Me and my friend thought that this was odd and we told the rest of the group about it. We went into
“detective” mode and checked Victini and both of our collections. Then we looked at my Victini’s pokedex entry and it had changed,
it now said: don’t leave me. I once again thought my Victini was super cool and played leveled it up to lvl 100 and continued to play,
until one day when I got on I saw that the Victini was missing. I checked every were in my collection and then thought, the trade
worked. I went to my friend and he did not have Victini either. After about a week a thought struck me so I went back to Liberty gardens
and entered the building. In the room before Victini’s I saw to poke balls on the ground and tried to pick them up but when I did they both
said “The poke ball is open” and stayed on the ground. I entered to the next room and there I saw Victini like I did the first time
with out the team plasma member though. I approached Victini and it was lvl 100. I fought it and tried to recatch it, but my other Pokemon
were to weak and it defeated my team. When I blacked out rather than going to a poke center I came to the menu, and said New game rather than
continue game. I was extremely sad and scared but I stared the new game. I noticed I still had the Liberty pass. When I got to the island again
I went through it like before but when I got to Victini’s room there was no Victini, but instead a Patrat and Volotos laying were Victini was supposed
to be, with white eyes, when I approached them a text box poped up saying “A dead pokemon”

Rating: 1.0/10 (1 vote cast)

You Can't Run, You Can't Hide

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:37:42 +0000

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Majora’s Mask, Nintendo, Flockdraw or My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.

January 12, 2013

Ok. I swear I’m not making ANY of this up and I’m NOT copying BEN.

…But about a week ago something really creepy happened to my Wii…

It all started when I downloaded Majora’s Mask from the Wii Shop Channel…
I downloaded the game, turned the Wii off, and went to bed…
The next day, I was playing the game and the screen started flickering. Nothing scary, I thought it was just a glitch within the game, so I went to the Wii Menu and it was still flickering…
This was seriously starting to get annoying, so I turned it off.
The next day, before I turned it on, I unplugged the Wii U to make sure the graphics on the regular Wii weren’t being affected by the Wii U…
I then turned the Wii on to discover that the screen was completely dim. Since my cousin was over though, and he REALLY wanted to watch stuff on Netflix, I watched anyway. That was until it went completely black…I waited a few minutes to see if it would go back to normal or something,but it didn’t. Then I heard something really weird, a really faint,low quality version of Zelda’s Lullaby… At that point, I was so freaked out that I almost unplugged my Wii… But I didn’t since I had forgotten how to plug it back into the TV. (I hadn’t touched the cords since 2010) But I did exit Netflix and turn the Wii off.
The next day before school, I checked to make sure the Wii was off, but it wasn’t. The screen was completely black with a dim, red, flickering box that said Try Again in the middle, and that creepy version of Zelda’s Lullaby was playing.

I turned the TV off and ran, not worrying about turning the Wii off or anything, left with a very strange, creepy feeling…

My mom thinks it’s a glitch…
My cousin thinks BEN is back…
But I’m ultimately not sure…
…

January 13, 2013

Since I was really bored this morning, I decided to play Majora’s Mask again… (bad idea)
I turned it on and it was almost fine (a few flickers here and there)
I was playing for a while… I didn’t get anything really done though, I mean,I just ran around in circles in the clock tower until the moon fell…

I ended up in the lower part of the clock tower,with the Song of Healing playing like always.
Then the screen flickered and went almost completely black…
I could only see the Happy Mask Salesman and Deku Link’s eyes…
The Happy Mask Salesman then said “7 hours and Precious mask” in bloody, red, flickering letters…
Then the screen flickered off and the “No signal” screen came on while still playing the Song of Healing…

Now I’m scared…
February 3, 2013

Today I turned on my Wii and the Happy Mask Salesman was there and laughing…
I wasn’t even IN Majora’s Mask…
This is freaky…

March 3, 2013
I think this haunting stuff’s finally over!

Wait, I haven’t told you guys about the latest (and hopefully last) creepy thing…

So, a while ago I brought my flash drive with Majora’s Mask on it to school and everything was fine. I had been using the flash drive for about 2 months and everything was normal and the Wii hauntings were over. Or so I thought…

At SACC Computer Lab, I plugged the flash drive in while the login screen was up and 6s started typing… it ended up being something like 6666666+666…

666 is the Devil’s number…

I SWEAR TO GOD I’m not making this up.

April 2, 2013

This is worse than ever, guys…

I turned on the Wii and plugged in my Gamecube controller. I was ready for a night of candy, video games and fun. I started up my Majora’s Mask port and selected my file, “Link”. The game loaded and I was where I had left off in Deku form.

Everything was cool until I saw his eyes. I stared into them. They were pure black with tiny dots of red glowing inside. “Ok? Probably just a passing thing, a hack or glitch… Probably…” I thought to myself. I took off the mask and returned to Link. I gazed at his eyes, they were the same, empty hollows with little red glows peeking out. I tried to run, but the game did something REALLY weird, it flashed to a “no signal” screen. I heard “game over” music. The screen flickered back to my game, revealing a disturbing sight. It was my avatar, Link. But he was dead, eyes completely hollow, laying with a tiny blood spatter on his tunic. The game then restarted, and I selected a new file. I opened it, went through the opening cutscene and found myself in the clock tower, talking to the Happy Mask Salesman. He wasn’t normal either, though. His eyes were glowing bright, piercing red. He simply said to me; “You can’t run, you can’t hide…” The dead Link scene played again, so I restarted everything manually to see if it was a glitch.

I opened my original Link file, to find I was in the middle of North Clock town, but I was dead. There were a bunch of NPCs around him that appeared older and more real almost. I stared into their hollow eyes with my own. I could feel a disturbingly mournful sadness as I watched my avatar lay lifelessly in this circle of 64-bit embodiments. I almost still feel as if they were more than just code though. I turned off the Wii. This was too much for me. I still wanted to play Majora’s Mask though, so I turned on the computer, and started playing a Majora ROM. I made a new file; Link. Just like my other one, yet new. I opened the file, expecting to see the opening cutscene. But instead, I was in the EXACT same place as the previous file I had been playing on the Wii. Also, I had the same eyes! I was sweating and breathing heavily now. I was experiencing some of the strangest paranormal crap I have EVER seen in my whole life. But I decided to play anyways. I was walking through Clock Town when I saw the Happy Mask salesman, he’s never there though. So I don’t KNOW what possessed me to do this, but I went up and talked to him. All he said was; “You can’t run, You can’t hide. And if you die, you still can’t get away…” He then opened his eyes, revealing the same glowing, deadly color red.

Link seemed to almost be paralyzed. He walked very oddly, eyes now just hollow, lifeless, cavities. I tried to run, but the game almost controlled itself. I walked or limped or whatever the game was controlling me to do into the clock tower. The screen went completely black and I saw text simply read; “you can’t hide.” I walked back out to find a bunch of possessed looking NPCs. They all had that dead, monotonous look to them, except for their glowing black and red eyes. All of them said he same thing; “He took my soul.” By now I was drenched in sweat and I figured I should delete the ROM and do something else. So I went on FlockDraw, by myself. I drew some cats, some chibis, then I drew Link. I suddenly saw another cursor hovering around titled; HAPPY MASK SALESMAN. I laughed, this was probably one of my friends trying to prank me. I checked, but nobody was even online. The chat box opened on it’s own and “HAPPY MASK SALESMAN” said; “You really can’t run or hide. Now can you?”
Suddenly, the text box turned blood-red and the whole computer shut down. 12:30 PM, I figured I should probably go to bed.

That was when I had an extremely traumatizing dream. Everything was dark and ominous. Characters from the game would appear and tell me about how “he” stole their soul, killed their family, and turned their friends into masks. I heard a weird laugh from behind me, turned around and saw the Happy Mask Salesman, his glowing red eyes piercing into my soul. I woke up shaking. I look at the clock, only 3:00 AM, but I couldn’t sleep. So I went into the family room and decided to watch My Little Pony on Netflix. After all, I figured happy, magical, colorful horses would cheer me up. I selected an episode and glued my eyes to the TV. Everything was perfectly normal until the screen flickered out into Majora’s Mask. I didn’t want to play though. Especially since the Happy Mask Salesman said; “LET’S PLAY A GAME.” I turned off everything and ran. The phone rang and I know I shouldn’t have done this, but I did. I answered. “YOU CAN’T RUN, YOU CAN’T HIDE!” I immediately hung up. A bunch of voicemails said; “YOU CAN’T GET AWAY!” I really couldn’t run, hide or get away from him. The Happy Mask Salesman.

Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast)

Slender Stories: Forest of the Dead

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:34:41 +0000

It had been about seven months since my last encounter with The Slender Man. I know that my previous entry on this site said that he was after you now. He is not, my friend told me to add that because he said that since I posted a story of a real encounter, some people might come after me. When I asked him who he changed the subject, he never did like to talk about his past, I think it has something to do with the diamond tattoo on his shoulder. But back to the point, I hadn’t seen The Slender Man in seven months; I had figured I was safe, beginning to think that the library was just a dream. I felt safe, so my friends were finally able to convince me to go camping in the forest. I was excited, I believed that I was finally conquering what I thought to be an irrational fear of a tall man in a suit. I couldn’t have been more wrong. It was just me and three others. Burt, Tommy, and Drake, apparently Burt had the great idea of having us camp in an abandoned cabin and to have us look around at night. He claimed it was to show me that there was no tall man in the forest. He then laughed ridiculously, I responded with a middle finger. They all continued to mock me on the drive there; I had resolved to stay in the car overnight. That is, until I thought I saw an unusually tall and thin tree move. Upon entering the cabin in a hurry I saw that it couldn’t have been abandoned for very long, not a trail of dust in the place. The fact that there were bunk beds inside made me believe it was an old camp shack. I plopped down on the lower bunk and noticed something carved into the bottom of the top bunk; it was a circle with an x through it. Fear flooded through me, that was the operator symbol, if that was here that means that the tall and thin tree wasn’t a tree at all. I responded to this with a long series of no’s that started as a whisper and escalated into a shout. Burt told me to calm the fuck down. Tommy and Drake weren’t that talkative, in a matter of hours I would find out why. We eventually went to sleep after looking around, Tommy and Drake seemed extremely anxious about something, but I was too tired to ask them what. I woke up at what I’m guessing was 2-3 am; I was woken by a burning sensation in my leg. I realized it was because I was being dragged across the forest floor. I was barely able to see who I was being dragged by, two men in white masks while a third was walking ahead of the group with a flashlight. One of the men carrying me murmured something about how I was awake, the leader walked up and some type of blunt object was swung against my head. I was left groggy but still conscious, all I remember clearly is being laid down in a clearing and having the blunt object brought down on my head again, finally rendering me unconscious. I woke up early in the morning; there was a grey light outside and a low fog. The three men with masks were sitting on tree stumps, watching me. I was laying on the ground on my side, my hands must have been tied behind my back because the only movement I was able to accomplish was sitting up to lean against a tree. My vision was fuzzy and my ears were ringing, the men had gathered around a fire and seemed to be murmuring to themselves. One of them approached me with a knife and cut away whatever was binding my hands; my vision and hearing were becoming increasingly worse. Over time the men around the fire started to slowly take off their masks, by now my vision had cleared, but I now heard static. Ridiculous static that almost made me not notice the men around the fire, their faces, Burt, Tommy, and Drake. They continued to murmur and chant, then IT walked out of the forest, using the tentacles from it’s back like legs…. like a spider. My former friends seemed to shake with excitement, large smiles breaking out on their faces. Everything went black; I woke up in a clearing that wasn’t the same one I had lost consciousness in. There was a heavy fog all around, and that same ever present grey twilight. I was groggy, but I was able to stand. My vision had cleared completely but there was still the same unbearable static that blocked out all other sounds as I walked down the barely visible path. The forest seemed to drag on forever, the endless repetitive landscape of dead, twisted trees. At times I would feel drops of something on my head; I assumed it was water because everything looked extremely damp. I continued walking and saw it standing farther down the trail, shrouded in mist. That fucking thing that didn’t have a face. I wanted to turn and run, but at the same time I didn’t want to look away, fearing that it would move if I did. I heard a rustling sound off to my left, my stare instinctively flicked to the source of the sound as I remembered The Rake. I suddenly realized that thought was irrational; this is Slender Man’s realm. My mind back on Slender Man, I turned back to where he had been standing, he was gone. I bolted as fast as I could in the opposite direction, my foot getting stuck in a puddle of something. I noticed the puddle was red; looking up at the tree it was all I could do to not throw up. Tommy was impaled through his stomach on the tree. A smile permanently on his face, the white mask still gripped in his hand. I began to look around, discovering the same fate had befallen Burt and Drake. But as I began to look at all of the other trees I saw there was bodies impaled on all of them, all in various states of decay. I was finally able to get my foot free and instantly ran to the clearing. I knew there was no way out, that I would end up like the corpses in the trees. I started screaming for him to come and get me, to not prolong my suffering. I turned and he was there, the static in my ears getting to the point were I was driven to my knees. As my vision was fading I only saw the face, and then I closed my eyes for what I though was the last time. I regained consciousness in the shack, in the bottom bunk with the operator symbol looming over me. As I sat up I was met with a terrible smell, Burt, Tommy, and Drake’s disemboweled bodies were sitting across from me. The impossible smile still on their faces. As I finally decided to leave the cabin I was met with one last message, spelled out in blood and entrails on the wall was a simple yet terrifying message. YOU CAN’T ESCAPE.

Credit To – Zebula Eisch

Rating: 0.0/10 (0 votes cast)

Slender Stories: Silence in the Library

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:16:38 +0000

The Slender Stories
Silence in the Library

If you are reading this it means that I no longer have the ability to tell people my story. Whether the reason is that I’m dead or close to death doesn’t matter. What matters is that you are reading this, and I hope you learn from it.

The tale starts as any other does, with a normal day. I’ll skip the normal morning and school activities. But towards the end of the school day the computers stopped working. I made nothing of it since the computers where as old as me. After ten minutes of boredom I decided to problem solve and go read in the library with the rest of the class. It was then that…. things started happening. Things I can’t describe, well not with any words that would do it justice. My vision would fuzz over from time to time like a static T.V. from time to time. I started hearing voices…. whispers. They were telling me to be quiet even though I wasn’t making a sound. Then there was I can only describe as a terrible mix of a man yelling and a woman screaming. It said SILENCE, my vision went black after that. I can’t be sure if anything happened between that time and the time that I opened my eyes again. When my eyes did open the room had a sort of fog all around. I could tell I was still in the library from the bookshelves. All the books that the rest of the class had been reading were still in their original places, still open and everything. Occasionally a page would turn; this only scared me because I was the only person in the room. My instant reaction was to bolt for the door, so I did. The door flew open and I saw it, the terrible face that would haunt my dreams forever. It wasn’t disfigured or bloody, the only reason the ‘face’ scared me is because there was no face. IT ducked through the doorway (by now I was convinced it wasn’t human.) I was running towards the other side of the library, but the faster I ran the farther the opposite wall became. The creature had started throwing itself against the bookshelves for some reason; I was hit by a flying bookcase and thrown across the room. As I crawled away from the wall and splintered pieces of wood, I took shelter behind one of the remaining bookshelves. It was then that I got a good look at it, in one of the glass windows I saw a nearly perfect reflection. It seemed to take the shape of a tall, slender man in a black suit. As I said before there was no face, only what looked like a blank canvas wrapped around his head. It also had six or so large, tentacle like appendages sticking out from its back that it was using to turn over bookshelves. It seemed to notice all of the glass windows at once, the tentacles shot out and instantly the room was filled with the sound of shattering glass. It was that moment that I had decided I was going to make a break for it. I took a deep breath, turned the corner, and ran into a wall. At least, it felt like a wall. As I looked up dazed I saw it, the thing that looked like a man but wasn’t. He was standing over me, one of the tentacles brought back like a fist. I had seen what those things could do, what they would do to me. I remember just lying there hoping it would be quick. Then I woke up, I was in the library with the class. I almost jumped up and started shouting, but then in the back of my mind I heard the voice. More of a whisper this time but not lacking in intensity, SILENCE it said. I wish I could’ve dismissed it as just a dream. My mind wouldn’t let me, wouldn’t allow me to believe what I wanted. I looked up the traits that I had seen in the creature and came up with one constant result, The Slender Man. A creature in German mythology that kidnaps children, I thought that was it, but then I kept reading. I grew more and more terrified with every sentence, he aggressively stalks his victims and those that come into contact with him gradually lose sanity through what has been dubbed as the Slender Sickness. I constantly see him now, whether it be out a window or in a dream. He is after me, and now that you’ve read this he is after you too. Run; don’t look back, if he hasn’t already made contact with you he can’t get into your dreams. SO JUST RUN!

Credit To – Zebula Eisch

Rating: 10.0/10 (1 vote cast)

My Own Hell

derpbutt — Tue, 18 Jun 2013 05:11:48 +0000

I woke up in darkness. There was nothing around me but sand. Nothing to comfort me but the sounds of the sandstorm that constantly raged outside of this prison I find myself in. I have wondered the halls for many, many years, but I cannot escape.
“But this isn’t right,” I think to myself.
My memories come and go. I remember when I was alive. I had a family at one time, friends, even children. I was just like you are now.
This is a strange place I find myself in. While I have memories of my own death, I find that I still have a physical body. Although that body has been disfigured from what I remember. I am not sure if I want to see what I look like now or not. All I know is that I am alone in this darkness.
Sometimes the only memories that come to me are bad things I have done. When this happens I think that I must be in hell and this is my penance for what I have done. This can go on for weeks or even months.
This is my own hell.
But then one day something happened. The darkness I lived in was suddenly destroyed by a powerful light. I was blinded by its brilliance. I see a figure blacked out by the light. I think that perhaps my time in this hell is over. Perhaps it is time for me to be reunited with my family after such a long time of being alone.
The image of a person dissolves and soon becomes a demon bathed in fire.
I hear a voice. But I cannot understand the words.
Then, my world is bathed in fire as the demon burns me with its unholy fire. I try to protect myself from the demon as it approached me. The demon halts for a moment and seems to sniff at the air and while it is distracted I curse this demon for invading my space. In doing so I invoke a power I did not know I had.
I feel pain shoot through me as if I have suddenly been stabbed…memories from my life come flooding back. I remember by death again. Trying to protect the ones I loved, the murderer who took my life.
Why God? Why am I in this place if my last act on Earth was to protect my family?
The demon roars with pain and rage as my wish to see it harmed comes true.
My plan does not work though. The demon unleashes a powerful blow on me. My physical body can feel itself getting weaker. My last act of defiance is to link my own soul with that of the demon. I I am to be destroyed, this demon shall be destroyed along with me!
But my plan fails. I am again imprisoned, but it was not the demon that did it, it was something else, something worse.
Now my world is that of twilight. I do not feel the pain caused by the demon. Burned and beaten as I am, there is a strange calmness.
Time passes, I do not know how long. Time seems infinite here. I have nothing to do but wonder my new prison, but it is endless and all the same.
Then one day I discovered something. I could remake any place with my mind.
I think of my home, and it sprang up from nothing. My loved ones were around me, it was just like when I was alive. After spending much time here I feel healed from my fight with the demon.
I like it here; perhaps I can now find peace at last.
Then I discovered the sad truth. My family, my friends, my children….they are shadows of their former selves. This isn’t my family or the afterlife, at least not a bright and peaceful one. This is a lie.
I banish it and once again I am in twilight, alone, as I have been for the last 700 years. God, it seems like no time at all for me.
Then I hear it. A called name. A name that sounds familiar although it is not my own…I am thrust back into the real world again.
I stare into the face of another demon, but different than the other. This one is almost humanoid. I again hear a voice I cannot understand and seemly from nothing I feel the pain of an attack from this new demon. I am hurt, but not badly.
Another voice commands me and I am propelled to listen to it. I unleash a powerful attack on this new demon. It seems I can create balls of energy. I do not know when I learned to do this, just that I can.
Soon the other demon is defeated and I am dragged back into my prison to await the time I am forced to fight for something that now controls me and I am powerless to defend against it or to stop it. I must go on fighting and fighting. I do grow stronger, but never freer.
This is my hell.
Journal Entry: Today while exploring the catacombs in Relic Castle I found a Confagrigus. Using my Emboar I was able to weaken the Pokémon so I could catch it. After I healed the Confagrigus at a Pokémon Center I used it to beat a trainer who was using a Hypno. I hope my new Confagrigus and I will become the best of friends now, though I do wonder if they retain their memories of their past life that their pre-evolution, Yamask, does. Oh well, if that myth is true then it must be great being a Pokémon and battling other Pokémon to become stronger. I hope I get the chance to become a Confagrigus too one day and grow stronger with a power trainer.
/End Journal Entry.

Credit To – Chris Remag
Credit Link – http://youtube.com/user/BLHProductions

Rating: 10.0/10 (2 votes cast)

The Lady of The Webs

derpbutt — Wed, 05 Jun 2013 22:12:16 +0000

It all started so innocently. You and your friends had gone out for a camping trip and discovered an abandoned mine. You all went in to explore but as you went deeper into the mine your friends disappeared. Now you are all alone with your dying flashlight.

“I can’t do this,” you say to yourself, “I can’t go on.” You’re starting to wonder if you’ll ever find your friends or if they are even alive, but something inside you urges you to go on. As you continue, your flashlight dies. Now you hear the scuttling of spiders everywhere. A thick layer of webs covers the wall. Just as you go to sit down and gather your thoughts something grabs your leg and quickly starts dragging you forward. “Let GO!” You yell as you kick away whatever is dragging you with your free foot. You hear a loud hiss and the thing lets you go. You stand up and notice you are no longer in the small shaft you were in before. You are in a large room with even thicker webs lining everything. You notice a large figure moving above you and notice a huge black mass descending from the ceiling. “Hello, my child,” the creature says as it lands on the ground, “Come here won’t you?” Something seems off here but you are compelled to walk forward. Your foot bumps into something and you look down to inspect it. “Pay no attention to that, my dear.” the creature says. Something is strangely familiar about the skeleton lying before you. The you notice that… IT’S WEARING YOUR FRIENDS SHIRT!!! You back away from the creature in utter horror. “You…YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS!!!” you yell. “Yes,” says the creature, “and your next!” The creature lunges at you but you are already at the entrance to the chamber, running as swiftly. “STOP HIM,” the creature yells, “DON’T LET HIM GET AWAY!!!” You are now chased by a hoard of spiders through the mineshafts. You run and soon you see the exit to the mine. You rejoice as you burst out into the blinding sunlight. “I made it,” you say, astonished, “I’M ALIVE!!!” Then you remember your friends and trudge home slowly.

“YOU LET HIM ESCAPE!!!” The Lady of The Webs yelled, “HOW COULD YOU LET A CHILD ESCAPE FROM A HOARD OF SPIDERS!? “I am sorry mother,” said the Duke of Webs, “He was to fast for us.” “THEN FIND HIM,” Yelled the Lady, in an even louder tone, “NO ONE MUST KNOW OF ME!!! UNDERSTAND!?” “Yes mother.” said the duke, as he hurried off to gather his forces.

Credit To – Seribro The Ultimate Gamer
Credit Link – seribrotheultimategamer.webs.com

Rating: 2.5/10 (69 votes cast)

Silence

derpbutt — Wed, 05 Jun 2013 22:10:30 +0000

April 10th, 2006
Th-this may be strange, but… I think I’m going insane. To explain, I think I’ll start from the beginning of this living nightmare.
It started six months ago. It was an average day; I had just gotten home from work and decided that a quick snack in the form of a sandwich was needed. Now, you must understand that it happened as soon as I picked up that bread knife. A whisper. A soft, unintelligble murmur at first that slowly crescendo-ed into a mind-breaking flurry of sounds that I still could not comprehend. And then, as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Like someone flicked a switch in my mind and shut whatever source the noise was coming from off. Blessed silence. I immediately put down my food and figured that my day had been far too long and that I needed some rest.

April 17th, 2006
Seven days. Seven days since it happened. And every night since, the noise made itself known. Made sure it was all I could think about. Not only did it obliterate my sleep, but my waking hours as well. But unlike the first night so long ago, it hasn’t stopped. My head is pounding and no amount of Advil will help. No amount of sleeping medication will silence what is now a very loud, very firm voice. Not whispering, but yelling grotesque descriptions of actions I will make once it has won. Red, which used to be my favorite color, has now lost its novelty, and I absolutely refuse to affiliate myself with any horror, in fear that the voice will get ideas worse than those it has conjured up and put on display in series of mental images. Children lying on the ground, bloodied and beaten. Animals stumbling through deserted streets, entrails hanging from their abdomens. Rows and rows of corpses, defiled, rotting in the hot sun and mourners weep for their loved ones. I haven’t slept. I have hardly eaten anything, and even that was surprising. I haven’t even left my house these past seven days. I am suffering. This nightmare is one that will never end.

April 24th, 2006
You know… Now that it’s been two weeks… I think that- that I’ve become used to these images playing in my head like silent movies. The voice is pleased that I’ve come to accept it. He wants me to fulfill his desires for bloodshed. I… I think I want this too. These scenes. The gore… The mourning… The pain… it’s all so beautiful… Almost… Almost as beautiful as the red that paints them all, corner to corner. I need to leave now. I have some… Shopping… to do. I will right again later.

April 25th, 2006
Red. Red is the only way to describe anything and everything. My clothes, my skin, my hair, my hands. All covered in warm, metallic-smelling red. I love it. I can finally escape from my lifetime of suffering. Suffering I never even knew was happening until a few weeks ago. I am finally happy… No… No, not happy… Joyous. Absolutely ecstatic. And the best part… Not am I surrounded by this gorgeous shade of crimson. I am surrounded… By silence…

Credit To – UnderwaterAsphyxia

Rating: 5.8/10 (53 votes cast)