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Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Posted by: Olga Zakarov
Try this. Turn off music. Turn off TV. If you are greedy capitalist and have machine, turn off computer. Go to next room, and sit, do not dance, do not drink, be as quiet as Jew during pogrom. Does Comrade Russian hear sound? Itsy bitsy ringing? Glorious People say it is brain making up a sound to explain reason why Russian is not drinking or dancing.

People lied.

Silly Americans can not tell you what making sound, Smart Russians can because are not silly bourgeoise with book and film.

It is wail of gypsy. If gypsy is planning to steal item in house, evil gypsy wail alerts holy Russian Orthodox Church. Find gypsy, hit gypsy with hand, then drink Vodka until sound go away. Then hit gypsy child until child is no longer gypsy.

Such is life for gypsy in Russia.

And no amount of running will save you.


That is the most random story I have ever read.

  • 12.29.2010 2:57 AM PDT

Posted by: MLG Armor King
no offense 'stosh', but I don't think you're funny
Posted by: stosh
No offense, but I don't think you're the armor 'king'.
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Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was SO ugly, that everyone died.

The End :)

  • 12.29.2010 3:24 AM PDT

His mums ghost killed him?! WTF?!

  • 12.29.2010 3:34 AM PDT

If you are sniping at least Immobilize them with you first shot

Posted by: Ferox Elite
His mums ghost killed him?! WTF?!


LOLWUT?

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  • 12.29.2010 6:41 AM PDT

This world wants to drag you down... And the weight, that guilt they want to hang around your neck, you don’t have to carry it one more step. You think they won’t let you rest, but it’s not up to them. It never was.

Posted by: Olga Zakarov
Try this. Turn off music. Turn off TV. If you are greedy capitalist and have machine, turn off computer. Go to next room, and sit, do not dance, do not drink, be as quiet as Jew during pogrom. Does Comrade Russian hear sound? Itsy bitsy ringing? Glorious People say it is brain making up a sound to explain reason why Russian is not drinking or dancing.

People lied.

Silly Americans can not tell you what making sound, Smart Russians can because are not silly bourgeoise with book and film.

It is wail of gypsy. If gypsy is planning to steal item in house, evil gypsy wail alerts holy Russian Orthodox Church. Find gypsy, hit gypsy with hand, then drink Vodka until sound go away. Then hit gypsy child until child is no longer gypsy.

Such is life for gypsy in Russia.

And no amount of running will save you.

I read this in the voice of Nikolei Belinski and it was hilarious.

  • 12.30.2010 11:39 AM PDT

Posted by: MissIonCannon97
Posted by: Ferox Elite
His mums ghost killed him?! WTF?!


LOLWUT?

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I meant to quote one of the short stories LOL. Soz if this didn't make sense lmao.

  • 12.31.2010 7:08 AM PDT

Stand for whats right even if you stand alone


Posted by: Captain Richards
I found the "Border Crossing" one to be offensive racially to Mexicans like me.
I know for a fact that that story is based off the stereotype that Mexicans grow drugs.


Really? It wasn't offensive. He was in MEXICO! The person smuggling drugs was probably gonna be MEXICAN! Jeez. Why is it no one ever has a problem with making fun of white people? Had it been in America, the man most likely would have been white. OT: Great stories. I love them!

  • 01.01.2011 5:25 PM PDT
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Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was SO ugly, that everyone died.

The End :)
Like :)

  • 01.01.2011 5:49 PM PDT

Posted by: superduper66
Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was SO ugly, that everyone died.

The End :)
Like :)


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  • 01.02.2011 3:46 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

The flood happened in real life.... The End

  • 01.02.2011 3:58 PM PDT

I'm better than you :P

This song comes to mind while reading these...

  • 01.04.2011 10:06 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

I think i crapped myself.

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Posted by: JacobGRocks
Some pokemon creepypasta:

I met my best friend in elementary school. We had both brought our Gameboys to school one day and sat together at lunch once we realized what we had in common. I had Blue version and a Venausaur, he had Red version and a Charizard. He and I battled whenever we could and became great pals. As the years went on, we continued playing Pokemon, even through high school. Throughout all of the Pokemon generations and versions we went though, the battles never became dull.

As we approached college, we had to go separate ways. We didn't speak much after that; we had such busy lives to follow in college. I didn't think we would ever regain the friendship we once had. Then, Pokemon Diamond and Pearl were released in 2007 and we once again enjoyed our common interest in the series. We battled and talked over Wi-Fi nearly every day for a few weeks after its release.

My friend told me that he planned to play through his old Red version again. Since it had been about three months after the release of Diamond and Pearl, we didn't play them as much as before. I asked him why he wanted to play that dusty old cartridge, and he responded, "I don't know, maybe I'll find something that no one has found before."

Despite my unwillingness to run through my Blue version with him, he played his Red version anyway. After he started his journey, I never talked to him again. About three weeks later, I received a call from my friend's parents.

Even though he never had any similar problems before, he died from what was speculated to be an intense seizure. He was alone in his dorm room until a roommate, who was unfortunately too late, found him lying on the ground, lifeless, and strangely wearing his favorite headphones. I flew out as soon as I could to attend his funeral. His roommate, who was going to attend as well, informed me that just days before the incident my friend was becoming obsessed with Lavender Town and its music. My friend had aspired to become a sound engineer after graduating and had a wide range of audio skills at his disposal. He could always hear quiet sounds vividly while I failed to even recognize them at all.

As soon as he rediscovered Lavender Town, he ripped its audio to his computer and began experimenting with it. He had told the roommate that, "The frequencies in this one are different; they blend together in a special way. But there's something missing. I think something was meant to be mixed in, but it never could have worked on the Gameboy. It was so limited in terms of sound bandwidth." I had the chance to go through his laptop one last time, so I visited his Recent Items list. At the very top read "lavender.wav". Along with a few photos of us together, I copied this to my flash drive. Caught in my sadness over my best friend's death, I ignored the audio file until a few weeks before writing this. I somehow recently decided that I needed to retrace what had happened.

Driven by my desire to know what caused his untimely death, I opened the properties dialog box for the audio file, without opening the file to listen to it. Within the comments section of the metadata, he had written, "binaural tones, i added the necessary frequencies, i know why lavender town sounds so sad, and i know the part that was missing". Even eerier, I looked in his default audio program (still without listening to the file) and found the playcount for this file. One. I chatted with a sound enthusiast online in hope to decipher these cryptic comments. He gave me some special software which would analyze the audio in real time and said that was the most that could be done. This video is a screen recording of me running the aforementioned software with the original audio file. To this day I have not listened to the actual audio, as I am too emotionally disturbed by my best friend, Anthony's, death.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MK2iLnTR9V8

If you think that couldn't get creepy enough, just read the first letter of each paragraph.


DUUUDE!!!

  • 01.07.2011 2:12 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

''We ride together, we die together, bro's and bad boys for life''

Reading all these stories while listening to the X-Files theme is soooo creepy!

  • 01.09.2011 7:10 AM PDT

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  • 01.11.2011 5:27 AM PDT

One day a man was walking through the woods when he heard a noise. There was a rustling in the bushes and out stepped...



YOUR MOM!! AHHHHHH!!!!

  • 01.11.2011 5:31 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

- Charlydlv

There is a demon of great evil, that will be able to walk upon the Earth if someone is told of its existence and does not repeat the name to another. To the best of my ability, his name roughly approximates "Jkqxxllyuo".


This was told to me by a rather unkempt man on the street; if you have not noticed it already, I just told it to you.

  • 01.12.2011 7:40 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Posted by: Jocko L
Reading all these stories while listening to the X-Files theme is soooo creepy!
That's nothing. Try reading the stories to this music.

  • 01.14.2011 2:18 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories! (New Story in the 2nd Stories thread! link in...

So many freaking stories about babysitters. Can't you people come up with something a bit more original?

  • 01.14.2011 2:31 PM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

I am god.


Posted by: incamayah
thank-you, now i cant sleep and my main light and night light will be on
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Posted by: finecrazydud

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It's body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.

I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said "he is the Rake".

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.


i got this from a slender man forum
i just crapped myself

  • 01.14.2011 2:39 PM PDT

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Posted by: Olga Zakarov
Try this. Turn off music. Turn off TV. If you are greedy capitalist and have machine, turn off computer. Go to next room, and sit, do not dance, do not drink, be as quiet as Jew during pogrom. Does Comrade Russian hear sound? Itsy bitsy ringing? Glorious People say it is brain making up a sound to explain reason why Russian is not drinking or dancing.

People lied.

Silly Americans can not tell you what making sound, Smart Russians can because are not silly bourgeoise with book and film.

It is wail of gypsy. If gypsy is planning to steal item in house, evil gypsy wail alerts holy Russian Orthodox Church. Find gypsy, hit gypsy with hand, then drink Vodka until sound go away. Then hit gypsy child until child is no longer gypsy.

Such is life for gypsy in Russia.

And no amount of running will save you.

I read this in the voice of Nikolei Belinski and it was hilarious.


Same exactly.

  • 01.15.2011 11:32 AM PDT

My Screenshots / My Group / Remember to follow the rules or you will get trapped in a box.

After eading some of these...I need a weapon.

  • 01.20.2011 6:40 PM PDT

*reminisces when the Bungie/Halo community wasn't made up of CoD kids*
*sighs*
*activates time-machine and sets the clock back to Nov. 9, 2004*
glory days here I come..
*vanishes*

Bad dreams tonight! :(

  • 01.29.2011 8:15 AM PDT
Subject: Short, Scary Stories!

Member of the Seventh Column

"I hate walking home like this. Walking is so boring. It's late, I'm tired, and I feel like I'm getting nowhere. I wish I was laying in my bed sleeping right now." he said as he dredged along down the sidewalk. The dim street lamps barely lit the way for him and did nothing to ease his insecurities. He glanced left, right, and then back over his shoulder and a shiver ran up his spine as he thought of what may be hidden in the shadows surrounding him.

He continued to rant, although nobody was around to hear it "Good for nothing car. I can't believe how much money I paid for that bucket of bolts and it's already busted. Just my luck. First thing I'm gonna do tomorrow when I get some free time is burn down that car salesman's house - with him in it."

As he walked something followed him, jumping from shadow to shadow. He did not notice it for even if he were to look straight at it, it would only look like a flicker in the night. It swiftly and skillfully ducked and dodged, staying a safe distance away not to be heard or seen. He paused near a large tree that was next to the sidewalk.

"I might as well empty the water line here. Can't see a thing with these pitiful street lights anyway. Who knows when I'll get home to use the bathroom?"

A slight sigh escaped his chest as he began to relieve himself unto an unsuspecting home-owner's front lawn. Death suddenly leaped from the shadows and cut his throat and then was gone as quickly as it had come. Falling backward, he cracked his head on the cement of the curb. He lay for a moment drowning and gagging on his own blood until lost consciousness.

[Edited on 01.29.2011 11:06 AM PST]

  • 01.29.2011 10:46 AM PDT