Talk:Creepypasta
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[edit] Survival Guide
Creepypasta Survival Guide.(Applies to perfectly normal situations too)
1.Mirrors and darkness don't mix.
2.Seriously mirrors and darkness are a "NO".
3.There is zero chance of survival if you look the thing that no one else can see.
4.If you are alone at night in a creepy Gothic mental institution,take some time to reconsider what the fuck are you doing there.
5.Avoid going to places where everyone else who went there never came back.
6.If someone stops your vehicle at night and asks to join in,it would be in your best interest not to let him in.
7.Killing is the last method of survival. Even if you really “are the demons Joe”.
8.WHO WAS PHONE is always a good thing to ponder. Also who the hell answers a phone while kissing a dead persons sexy daughter. Or any daughter for that matter.
9.Get a simple .38 revolver. Load it with 2 AP , 2 FMJ , and 2 silver bullets.
10.If you really feel there is no chance to come alive out of a situation empty said gun at main threat.
11.Area 51 is simply too well guarded to let you get in. Or let any alien to get out.
12.When going to a hotel don't peek on other people's rooms. If you couldn't resist but you saw a red thing, take some time to consider the quality and place of your next hotel-of choice.
13.As a side-note any hotel named Hotel California can be hazardous.
14.Invoking demons , speaking weird languages and performing rituals of any kind is considered dangerous. Refrain from doing that , especially around Police Stations ,Churches ,Psychiatric Institutions and your house in front of a mirror at night.
15.When going to a new area, environmental understanding is a key to survival. Ask around for cursed places , legends , dangers and other details. And listen to the local peoples' advice.
16.Always have a Bible next to your bed. Provides average reading material , proof of beliefs and a really heavy object to throw at enemies.
17.Don't count on Holy Water. Get a sturdy vial of Sulfuric Acid and let a priest Consecrate it.
18.Japanese priests cleanse rooms by waving katana swords around. Their ritual is 100% effective.
19.If you find 666 messages on your phone , mailbox ,email, etc consider changing the said service provider. Also don't bother listening /reading the messages. It's spam. Extra dimensional or advertising but spam nevertheless.
20.Old pharmaceutical companies cant help you. Unless you specifically need “Blood Of The Innocent”,”Snake Oil” and “Radioactive Syrup” .Which is never.
21.Lighthouses are dangerous. Avoid them at all costs.If you work at a Lighthouse consider a career in Insurance Sales.
22.There is simply no reason to listen to music that causes suicidal tendencies.
23.If you like to plan ahead and have some money , buy your auntie and uncle a house in Bel-Air. Nothing can harm you there no matter how scared is your mother.
24.Secret secluded untouched places in old buildings are left untouched for a reason. Pioneers never say “die” but they have a high mortality rate.
25.Avoid doing anything in front of a mirror (especially at night).You are seen differently than what you see and mirrors are dangerous heavy fragile objects.
26.On your 33rd birthday try celebrating in your well lit house with the company of others.
27.Refrain from using the One True Name for anything.
28.Read on sleep paralysis.
29.Watching TV static for long periods may be hazardous to your health.
30.Get a cat.A cat is fine too.Those furry little hairballs seem to perceive unnatural phenomena better than us.
[edit] Creepypasta that didn't make the cut
Some of these are ripped off of novels etc, some are meant as jokes or parodies, and some are just mediocre and not scary. I've moved them here for the curious. --Spacey 22:57, 3 October 2007 (CDT)
[edit] Toolbox
You wake up one morning to find a note taped to your mirror: "Don't worry, I took care of everything." Your clothes have been freshly laundered, the bathroom is spotless, and your garage has been organized. Even your faithful old toolbox has been replaced.
Later that week, there's another note on your mirror: "GET OUT OF TOWN." Paper-clipped to this message are several grainy photos of police in a taped-off section of a field. One of them is carrying your old toolbox in his latex-gloved hand.
[edit] The Empty Vial
You come into possession of an old box. Inside are several glass vials filled with dirt, dust and tiny bits of gravel or cement. The vials are labeled with places and dates such as "Port Chicago 7/17/44", "Halifax 12/6/17" and "Guernica 4/26/37". A trip to the library confirms that all are dates of massive loss of life in explosions. A few days later a package arrives with no return address.
Inside is an empty vial labeled with your home town and next week's date.
[edit] The Most Important News
Who discovered the existence of the dead? Everyone knows the name of Antonia Simone, but the exact circumstances of her discovery are wildly varied. In 1992, her younger brother Ricardo, was injured in a martial arts accident that left him completely paralyzed. He needed a respirator to live and could only communicate through eyeblinks. She was a computer scientist at the Xerox Palo Alto Research Center and decided to create a computer terminal sensitive to the slightest energy source. She was a student of Kirlian photography and strongly believed the body’s electromagnetic fields could affect sensitive electronic equipment. She created a terminal that could not be affected by traditional means -- no keyboard, mouse or other input devices. A veritable black box.
Ms. Simone was devoted to her brother and tried for years to make a computer terminal that would allow her brother to communicate naturally. Distraught over the failure of her terminal, which she thought would free thousands of similarly afflicted people, she killed herself by hanging. When paramedics found her body days later, there on a computer screen was the message: “What took you guys so long? I’ve got the most important news.”
[edit] Hidden Frames
The 666th frame of every Halloween-themed movie, cartoon, or TV special depicts a basement with a corpse moldering in the corner; these frames are often removed from the final film, but one can find them on occasion. If you were to put the frames together, in chronological order of the release of the film it comes from, a short film is revealed. The film depicts the corpse's violent death in reverse. The final frame will be a picture of yourself, sitting before your tv, viewing the final frame of the film.
[edit] Barking
We've all heard it. The incessant barking from your one of your neighbors dog. Late in the night, the barking will wake you, and you will scream at the dog out of the window. One night, you hear the dog barking more than normal, but you will ignore it. The dog barks again, louder and faster than before, and you ignore it. The final time, the dog is barking loud enough to practically shake your ears. You go out and throw a brick at the dog in the back yard, which silences the dog for good. Proud of yourself, you fall back asleep. Deep in your dream, all you see are dogs barking. Through an infinite void, just dogs.
The next morning, The Police find a number of footprints coming from the dog house, a bloody corpse hanging from the back door, and one dog with a brick lodged in it's skull.
[edit] Bloody Cup
He was in his room, with the lights turned out. Having long since in bed, the glow of the laptop was the only dim light in the darkened room. The concentrated bright glow in front of him dulled everything else in the room, essentially enveloping him in a cloak of absolute black. There were several windows up, with more than three tabs up on each of them – he was doing a lot of surfing on the net tonight. Not that it mattered, since this was the beginning of his weekend. He could stay up all night if he wanted to, and not have to worry about anything. Reaching across to where he'd put his drink, a brief glimpse of bright green caught his eye. Momentarily startled by it, he shook it off a second later when he thought of the battery pack for his laptop. He took a drink from his glass, his fingers nearly slipping off of the slick surface. Putting the glass back down on, he reaches to adjust his headphones and goes back to what he had been doing, turning the volume up as he does so. Just as he does this, his laptop shuts off completely, and he is left alone in the dark. As he reaches down to the battery pack, his headphones slip... and that is when he remember he didn't plug the battery pack in like he usually did. His headphones slide further from his ears, and a faint slithering hiss, as something takes hold of his arm.
The next day, his roommate finds his laptop on the floor next to his bed... And a cup, covered in what appears to be blood.
[edit] Mereana Mordegard Glesgorv
There is a video on Youtube named Mereana mordegard glesgorv. If you search this, you will find nothing. The few times you find something, all you will see is a 20 second video of a man staring intently at you, expressionless, then grinning for the last 2 seconds. The background is undefined. This is only part of the actual video.
The full video lasts 2 minutes, and was removed by Youtube after 153 people who viewed the video gouged out their eyes and mailed them to Youtube's main office in San Bruno. Said people had also committed suicide in various ways. It is not yet known how they managed to mail their eyes after gouging them out. And the cryptic inscription they carve on their forearms has not yet been deciphered.
Youtube will periodically put up the first 20 seconds of the video to quell suspicions, so that people will not go look for the real thing and upload it. The video itself was only viewed by one Youtube staff member, who started screaming after 45 seconds. This man is under constant sedatives and is apparently unable to recall what he saw. The other people who were in the same room as him while he viewed it and turned off the video for him say that all they could hear was a high pitched drilling sound. None of them dared look at the screen.
The person who uploaded the video was never found, the IP address being non-existant. And the man on the video has never been identified.
[edit] The Boy Who Loved To Read
Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read everything the store had to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had anything the boy had never checked out. The owner said why, yes, i do, and pulled out an old, mysterious-looking book called "Death". The cover was covered in faded runes, and the book seemed to chill the very air surrounding it. He gladly sold it to the boy at a discounted price of $50. However, he warned the boy never to read the front page. Well, the boy returned to his house and read the book, and he was content. However, he always wondered what could be on that front page... it haunted him, and was always in the back of his mind. One day, the temptation was too much for the boy, and he flipped to the very front of the book, and dropped the book in HORROR. There, in bold print, was the MSRP: $7.99.
[edit] The Withering Belief
In the long forgotten annals of human history, there is a being. This being is not of this existance, I doubt it exists outside our own imagination's. But that does not stop it, no more than you can stop nature. Once you learn of this being, it finds you. Not unlike a parasite, it leeches off your doubts. Not any old doubts, but your own doubts that it even exists in the first place. this would be harmless if it wasn't for the fact that, the more it leeches, the more you believe. The more you believe the stronger it becomes.
And when every fiber of your being believes...
Well, i'll leave that for you to find out.
[edit] The Carrot
A friend of mine, when he was thirteen years old he heard about "pegging." This is when a guy gets banged up the butt with a dildo. Stimulate the prostate gland hard enough, and the rumor is you can have explosive hands-free orgasms. At that age, this friend's a little sex maniac. He's always jonesing for a better way to get his rocks off. He goes out to buy a carrot and some petroleum jelly. To conduct a little private research. Then he pictures how it's going to look at the supermarket checkstand, the lonely carrot and petroleum jelly rolling down the conveyer belt toward the grocery store cashier. All the shoppers waiting in line, watching. Everyone seeing the big evening he has planned.
So, my friend, he buys milk and eggs and sugar and a carrot, all the ingredients for a carrot cake. And Vaseline.
Like he's going home to stick a carrot cake up his butt.
At home, he whittles the carrot into a blunt tool. He slathers it with grease and grinds his ass down on it. Then, nothing. No orgasm. Nothing happens except it hurts.
Then, this kid, his mom yells it's suppertime. She says to come down, right now.
He works the carrot out and stashes the slippery, filthy thing in the dirty clothes under his bed.
After dinner, he goes to find the carrot and it's gone. All his dirty clothes, while he ate dinner, his mom grabbed them all to do laundry. No way could she not find the carrot, carefully shaped with a paring knife from her kitchen, still shiny with lube and stinky.
This friend of mine, he waits months under a black cloud, waiting for his folks to confront him. And they never do. Ever. Even now he's grown up, that invisible carrot hangs over every Christmas dinner, every birthday party. Every Easter egg hunt with his kids, his parents' grandkids, that ghost carrot is hovering over all of them.
That something too awful to name.
[edit] Annoying Med Student
An unpopular young med student had been particularly annoying one day and some of her classmates decided to play a trick on her. They snuck into her room after she'd gone to bed and placed an amputated arm into bed with her. The next morning they anxiously awaited her reaction but got none. Eventually they went up to check on her and found her sitting on the bed, moaning and gurgling as she gnawed on the arm.
[edit] Video Tape
A degenerated VHS dub was discovered in the University Library containing five minutes of inexplicable amateur footage. In one continuous shot, the camera momentarily focuses on a doorway on the north wall of a living room before the operator climbs outside of the house through a window to show the exterior white clapboard. The camera then moves inside the house through a second window completely circling the doorway and so proving, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that insulation or siding is the only possible thing this doorway could lead to. A hand appears in the frame and pulls open the door, revealing a narrow black hallway at least ten feet long. The camera begins to move closer, threatening to actually enter it. A voice can be heard, "Don't you dare go in there again, Davy," to which another voice adds, "Yeah, not such a hot idea."
[edit] The Post Office
In the panhandle of Oklahoma, along the interstate, there is a lone brick building marked "Post Office No.56", and is marked with tape at the door as "Closed". The building has no doors, and looks like a small box of bricks from a distance. The door is always locked, and will never budge, no matter how hard you try.
Every July 7th, if you are positioned to the west of the building with the door opposite of where you stand, your nose will begin to bleed. If you drink some of the blood, one of your teeth will fall out.
Take the took and go to the door. The tape will no longer be there, and the building will have one small eye shaped window.
If you go to the window and place the tooth in it, the door will click open. Do not look in the window. Never look in the window.
When you open the door, a slow salty breeze will blow out, and the entire room will be pitch black. Enter the room and shut the door. You will wait 10 minutes to 40 minutes, depending on the last time you saw your parents.
After the time is up, a single shrill scream will sound. If you flinch, you will wake up in your bed, sweating. If you don't flinch, close your eyes quickly and start running. You will run for about 4-7 minutes depending on how fast you are, then you will hit a wall. Do not open your eyes.
The ground will feel warm, and your eyelids will see the color red. Do not open your eyes. Just feel around until you find a ring on the floor. The ring will be cold as ice. Pull on the ring and a trapdoor will open. Enter the trapdoor.
After doing this, you will fall through the roof of an office tile in a building in downtown Tulsa, in a bathroom stall. In the toilet will be a wallet and a gold ring. Take the gold ring, do not touch the wallet.
[edit] Arabian Scrolls
You've heard some of the crazy things the US soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan have been finding, right? Like, stuff from the palaces, stuff in old caves, stuff in bunkers, like golden swords, big honkin' vases, expensive jewelry, thousand year old lamps and stuff?
They found something big, just recently.
Some marines were poking around in an old cave, and they found this chest, and in it was a collection of remarkably preserved scrolls written on what seemed to be flesh.
Who here is familiar with the works of Abdul Alhazred?
Yep. They found a genuine first edition copy of his number-one best seller, Al Azif.
You might know it better as the Necronomicon.
[edit] Change For A Dollar
The next time you make a purchase, hand the clerk a $1 bill and ask her to make change. She will hand you back a number of coins, several of which bear the likenesses of long dead historical figures.
[edit] Seven Year Weblog
(9/3/06 10:29 pm)
Reply Internet Explorer 3 When using Internet Explorer 3 for Windows (google around for a version that works on Windows XP), enter this in the address bar (do not copy-paste, you must input it with the keyboard):
for-you://gratitude-and-remembrance
Wait ~ 40 seconds. You will fell strange. Don't fight the feeling, or you will be jerked out of it, and you have only one chance to do it.
A weblog will appear. It will contain events that will happen for the seven next years of your life.
Add /admin/ to the address bar. Try to guess the password your future self would have chosen. There is always a way - discovering it is never out of your reach even if it's a meaningless string of letters.
Once you have access to the admin, you can delete any post you want, and that event will never happen to you.
However, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES you are to edit a post. JUST DON'T.
You have only one hour to do it: after that the connection will be lost.
[edit] The In-joke
If, in this twilight of the world, you go back to the beginning of a pilgrimage on the Highway to La Mer, you will get sidetracked. Your dreams will fade, and your mind might become somewhat damaged. Eventually, you will enter a small town, that appears to be empty. When you ask aloud 'where is everybody' you will notice a 22.86cm long nail lying buried in a layer of frost in front of you. If you pick it up, you will notice that it appears to be broken. You'll see the fragments of it, but they won't fit. You really shouldn't give a shit. Holding the nail with your ringfinger and thumb, make the tinitest little hole in the ground. Stay down on your knees. Wait. If all has gone well, you will feel yourself start to spiral downwards into the void; as you get closer to the great below, you will seem to be falling even deeper, into a warm place. If you can manage to look up, you will see the sunspots overhead, getting smaller. You can try to stop it, but it keeps on coming Eventually, after you've fallen all of the way down in it, you will arrive in an ocean of violet fluid. It will be the deepest shade of mushroom-blue. You will still be holding the nail. You'll smell stale incense and old sweat, and lies. A voice will echo out of the darkness, asking, "are you ready to meet your master?". If you answer yes, and it's a terrible lie, you will fall a short distance, and well, I hope you can find some sort of happiness in slavery. If you answer no, be prepared for the purest feeling of physical hurt, just like you imagined in your worst nightmares, but it will end with a quick, merciful release into death, from the burn of the march of the pigs. If you truthfully answer yes, you will be approached by a reptile-like man with a few dozen halos and a head like a hole, who will ask you one question; "would you bite the hand that feeds you?" If you answer; "with teeth." you will be justified, purified, and sanctified, inside yourself, and you'll receive several god-given powers, and told to deliver the warning. There will be a massive Quake. No matter how much you scream, "I do not want this!", nothing can stop you now. No matter how hard you try to save yourself, yourself will keep slipping away.You will have no choice; the mark has been made, and the world is closer to the big come down.You will feel something killing away all of your bad parts. You will have have become The Great Destroyer, the Eraser and the frail, the wretched, the fragile, all will bow to your will. The world will be ripe, (with decay.)
[edit] Midnight Mirror
At 12:17 am, on any given night, arises the opportunity to awaken an alternate soul. The most common way of viewing them? Through a mirror.
It is through said medium that the process must take place. Begin at exactly midnight. By no light but that of a single candle, stand before the selected mirror. For ten minutes you must concentrate in silence, focused entirely on your reflection. Do not look away from the eyes; for it will be interpreted as weakness and you will be overcome.
After ten minutes have passed you must draw blood to smear in a line across the eyes of your reflection. Doing so will blind it, and you will watch as your own features begin to warp. Slowly, gradually, they will mutate into a frightening creature--one beyond the comprehension of those who have not experienced it. You must not look away through the entirety of the change.
Soon the writhing movements of the image will cease. By now an echoing, inhuman sound will resound all around you--the creature will begin to ease toward the mirror's glass. You must keep watching as it approaches.
If you do not extinguish the candle at exactly 12:17, the creature will escape.
Be warned, should you succeed; through any polished surface--be it mirror, wood, or window--your reflection will always be watching.
[edit] The Third
The Third of December is coming On the 3rd of December in the evening when it's close to 11:34.. if you just happen to have a hand held mirror, something about the size of your face. Cover your face with the mirror, walk into the bathroom, turn the light on, and stand in front of the mirror. Do this preferably before 11:34, so when 11:34 hits raise the mirror upwards, somewhere about your head. What is in the mirror will not be staring back at you, nor will it be your reflection..
It is preferable you never lower that hand held mirror.. because then it will realize what you've done.....
[edit] Scientist's Log
Chief Scientist's Log 12/7/2007 12:31 AM
A new find was brought into the lab today. Men working the demolition of a condemned warehouse at this facility discovered a rusty oil barrel that seemed to exude cold. Preliminary electromagnetic field readings yielded chaotic data before the equipment died. Barrel appears to be constructed of stainless steel and, again, radiates cold.
13/7/2007 9:00 PM
We opened the barrel today inside a sealed chamber. Chamber immediately frosted over. Unidentified entity found within the barrel. Appears to be gaseous and black. Indeed, the very light surrounding it appears to be "sucked in" by it's presence. Appears to be sentient, but does not communicate in any understood way. Biological matter that comes into contact with the Entity seems to disintegrate.
14/7/2007 10:11 AM
An intern entered the sealed chamber alone today, without his hazard suit. He was not seen again. The Entity has double in size since being released from containment. Has become aggressive. We are sealing off the chamber immediately in light of it's flesh-consuming properties and rapid growth. All research is halted.
14/7/2007 11:00 AM
It's gone. God help us, it's escaped.
[edit] Extra Credit
A university in Canada has two unsual things about it. One is a series of tunnels running under all the buildings. These were built for convinience in transporting things from one building to the next, and for students travelling from class to class during the winter. One building, the experimental psychology building was never attached to this tunnel system. There is only one door out of the building, and a keycode is needed to enter or leave.
The second unsual thing is that all first year psychology students are encouraged to submit their names to the experimental psychology department to be test subjects for harmless research. And for extra credit of course.
[edit] Déjà Vu
A déjà vu is actually a glitch in reality, and it indicates that something has just been changed. Someone or something has ceased to exist, all memories and records of their existence erased forever. A déjà vu happens when they get into your brain, when they need to change your memories. Maybe to erase your brother from the world. You know, the brother that you never had.
[edit] The Argument
You're the manager for a small store. You hired one of your friends, and you just found out that he's been stealing from the register, stealing stock, abandoning his post to visit with his girlfriend in the back room while he's the only one on duty, and the argument you had with him at the office just didn't settle it for you. You pound on his door. When he opens up, he goes pale, soils himself, and staggers back, gasping for breath.
It doesn't impress you, really; you figure he just thinks you're showing up with the cops, until you step through his door and glance to the side, where you get a good look at yourself in the mirror.
Or at least, the parts of you that are still recognizable after that shotgun blast that your friend gave you at the end of that argument...
[edit] 36M Get
I took out the 36M Get. Catsup 4:42 November 30, 2007
The 36M Get
Every /b/tard has is familiar with the inability to post associated with a modget. Perhaps you were even unfortunate enough to be deprived of a get yourself because of this. There is a way to reclaim your get, if you would have received one. Create a new thread, posting the picture that you attempted to post for the get with the text "Give me my get elsewhere" attached. If you are mistaken and would not have received the get without mod interference, then you will simply post the thread. However, if you are correct, you will be unable to post the thread, but if you try again and again, eventually you will be redirected to a...different /b/. In this imageboard, every post shall contain a photo of moments of your everyday life. However, the photos will be filled with empty white spots, but DO NOT try to make out what they form, your sanity depends on this. These photos are the true representation of reality. If you saw what filled the spaces, every detail of our world would become apparent. The future would be as easy to know as 2+2. Yet hiding in these white spaces is a thing that Lovecraft couldn't comprehend even in his nightmares. If you think its a fair trade, scroll up to the top of the page, to your get. Instead of your picture, you will see your computer desk, with a white space where you should be sitting. A single glance is enough, your vision will be filled, now and forever, with that which lay underneath the white. It's not a fair trade. But you all will be able to judge that for yourselves. Because I saw the future. The 36 million get will be plastered all over the internet. It's that picture.
[edit] Cats
The eyes of a cat are windows to your soul. They can see other dimensions, they can see your aura, and what's wrong with you. A cat knows when you are happy, when you are in bad health, when you are troubled, or when you are hungry. He knows when you are feeling magnanimous, and he knows when you are about to die.
It's fortunate that cats can't talk, because you have a lot of secrets. The cat knows.
[edit] The Raven Stone
Out in the barrens of western Montana, there is a rock shaped like a raven's head with half of the beak broken off. If you use your forearm to complete the beak and hold the position for seven minutes and 26 seconds, you will feel a tingling sensation in your arm. You must then get at least 1 mile away from the rock within the next 66 seconds.
If you do this, you will be able to shape shift into any bird, at will.
If you begin the process and fail, you will turn into a crow and never be able to return to human form.
[edit] Bodymore, Murderland
Early in the morning of August 19, 2005, the body of a young black man approximately 16 or 17 years old was found on Wolfe Street, in downtown Baltimore. The corpse lay in a pool of blood, and was dressed in a pair of loose jean shorts over white cotton boxers, a Baltimore Ravens football jersey bearing the number 77 and the name Ortiz, a pair of white cotton athletic socks and a small gold cross on a chain around the body's neck. The body wore no shoes, and had no wallet or other identifying possessions. Baltimore City police concluded that the young man had been just another victim of the city's frequent violent crimes. Nobody came forth to claim or identify the body, and it was passed on to the coroner’s office for autopsy. The coroner’s report concluded that the cause of death was blood loss and trauma caused by three shots to the upper chest, one of which penetrated the heart and the other two the left lung.
So far, so normal, right? Here’s the part the official statement left out: There were, indeed, three entry wounds, but there were no exit wounds, and after a thorough search of the body no slugs or fragments were found, nor was there any heat damage. The young man had been killed by three shots to the chest, but there were never any bullets. The body was never identified.
Postscript: As of this writing, the Baltimore Ravens have never had a player who sported the number 77, or who was named Ortiz
[edit] State of the Union Address
If you watch every State of the Union Adress since it's been filmed and available on tape, you'll see that halfway through--exactly halfway through--the President always says the same word. Most say it under their breath during the standing ovations, but some are forced to work it into the speech itself.
What's the word? You don't want to know.
[anonymous says that it’s Peony, an OTO codeword used to denote a request for aid in ventures into the 8th dimension. There's a flower for all eleven dimensions.]
[edit] Creepy? No. Creepy potential? Yes
There must be some creepier pictures out there. These ones don't even make my cheeks shiver let alone make my hairs stand on end, with the exception of the little girl picture. Damn that's creepy. Wissam 13:09, 27 September 2007 (CDT)
- You're more than welcome to post some if you find any. All the ones I posted were taken from /b/ creepy threads... I like the horse and the three by Beksiński the most, personally. The horse has that uncanny valley thing going on. --Spacey 15:32, 27 September 2007 (CDT)
- Whoever the fuck posted the WTCats needs to fucking choke. That's about as scary as a girl covered in spunk. Furthermore, none of these are remotely spooky or creepy. The little girl's close, but no cigar. JAF 10:27, 28 of September, 2007 (EST)
- "The Video Tape" is taken from the book House of Leaves by Mark Danielewlskwewiskwii. Don't know if that merits a removal or not, just wanted to toss that out here. That book is full of creepypasta, but just like the duckroll, it ends in fail. Choppadoo 20:02, 29 September 2007 (CDT)
- I noticed that, and whoever posted it didn't even bother to change the format. It would be less lame to say "somewhere in New England, there is a house with a doorway that should lead nowhere", or somesuch. The change for $1 one is lame too. Damn-o-tron 15:47, 30 September 2007 (CDT)
- I added some of the best pictures from my /x/ folder. What the hell is creepy about the WTcats, joy, and facemash pictures, though? Catsup 2:15, 10 of September, 2007 (EST)
[edit] FUCK YOU!!!
I needed something to cure my aids right now but can;t read it because am alone fuck this shit!!!! I have one of our cats... do cats count?????
Answer: A cat is fine too
[edit] Christopher?
Who the fuck is Christopher? Should the edit be copied to a relevant article, or just outright baleeted? Tiberseptim 14:06 November 21, 2007
I baleeted it and added some actual creepypasta in its place. Catsup 12:14 November 24, 2007
I added another creepypasta. I don't remember if I put it there before or not... Catsup 5:07 November 24, 2007
[edit] Epic thread on /x/
Moar creepypasta on it's way =D-- Poobz 19:20, 9 December 2007 (CST)
[edit] Epic article
Read all of this since I was majorly fucking bored, and while there's a few shitty ones on here, there's some that were pretty fucking scary. Remove some of the shitty ones so it's less cluttered with shit, because some of them are fucking scary.
- What were the bad ones? Poobz 15:14, 25 January 2008 (CST)
- Yeah, if we can get something of a consensus on which ones aren't any good, then we can trim the article a bit. I've never really liked Cats, The Raven Stone, or Extra Credit, but I didn't want to get rid of them without some input from others. If you do get rid of any, you can just add them to this talk page.--Endedrural 16:29, 25 January 2008 (CST)Endedrural
- Here are the ones I don't really care for: The In-Joke (moved to talk because its formatting and grammar is shit), The Raven, Hotel California, The Corner, Midnight Mirror (moved to talk; ripoff of others), The Third (moved to talk; stupid), Scientist's Log (moved to talk; ripoff of like 20 scifi movie plots), The Most Important News, The Empty Vial, Déjà Vu (moved to talk; Matrix ripoff), Extra Credit (moved to talk), The Argument (moved to talk, just not scary), John Smith (moved to The Holders) --Spacey
- The best serious thread ever. I won't sleep for ages -Thespammer 22:30, 29 March 2008 (CDT)
- srsly. i didn't make it more than 3 in. i need to GTFO and read something lulzy :((( Cheapsuit 01:35, 19 April 2008 (CDT)
- Thanks! I and several other people have worked pretty hard on this article, I'm glad everyone likes it. I'm going to continue to move more of the lower-quality ones onto the talk page, I'd really like to keep the main article 100 percent excellent. That holds for the gallery as well. --Spacey 01:59, 19 April 2008 (CDT)
- I'd agree, this is when encyclopedia comes together and is successful, bravo everyone involved
[edit] Shit Articles
"Benjamin Franklin," "Ferrari," "Apple-a-Day-Doctor bullshit." How am I supposed to infer that the character in the Apple a Day story is supposed to be a Doctor? Because he carries a bag of metal instruments? That's quite a fucking leap. Why does this article get to be taken seriously? I could be off-track, but I think some of this stuff totally needs to be made fun of. I'll add more stories that I think are shit here in a moment. Sgt. Cowboy 21:57, 6 June 2008 (CDT)
- This is documenting a meme. The caliber of the stories does not matter. We are simply housing the stories that get posted so we can completely document the meme. This is like bitching about the books in a library. White ♥ Mistress 21:58, 6 June 2008 (CDT)
"Freakshow" blows. "One for the Baron" is okay, but it could totally be made fun of. It may be documenting a meme, but it totally fails in the lulz department. Besides, other memes get made fun of. That's how things roll, isn't it? Sgt. Cowboy 22:02, 6 June 2008 (CDT)
- No, god damn it. Every article doesn't exist just to mock things. This is a fucking encyclopedia and if you can make an article that factually documents something (like this one) without fagging it up, that is highly encouraged. White ♥ Mistress 22:06, 6 June 2008 (CDT)
- Why? Am I totally off track? Is this site NOT to document lulz? Why do other memes get shat on and this one gets treated like gospel when there's obviously shit in it? Sgt. Cowboy 22:08, 6 June 2008 (CDT)
- Also, if the idea is to document it without fagging it up, this meme fails. Sgt. Cowboy 22:10, 6 June 2008 (CDT)
Every article does not need to mock the subject. This site exists to document internet drama and lulz. DOCUMENT is the key word there. Some of the best articles on this site are totally factual and stick to documenting the subject without adding stupid commentary. You're just being a fucking idiot and obtuse on purpose because this is not a hard concept and if you've been here for more than five minutes, you will understand this. White ♥ Mistress 22:11, 6 June 2008 (CDT)
- K. Well, there's a line of sarcasm at the end of the Ferrari article (that I didn't add). It apparently slipped by your obviously superior wit. Sgt. Cowboy 22:14, 6 June 2008 (CDT)
