Anyone know of more creepy recordings like this? https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=psUZnApnPEc#t=950
For what it's worth, this is a true story, and my personal OC. Never greentexted from my phone before though...
>moved to live in a trailer park when I was 18
>first three nights could hardly sleep
>drums, always drums playin >rhythmically, crudely off in the distance - coming from the back of the park
>meet neighbors, they seem chill...I ask them what the fuck is with the drums at night
>I don't mean they didn't reply, I mean their faces went suddenly devoid of emotion simultaneously, as though they just shut off for a second
>the husband says, "sorry what?"
>they both say, simultaneously
>"there are no drums"
>what the fuck???
>ask other neighbor the next day
>I don't even finish the question this time
>he says, "There Are NO DRUMS"
>notice drums are louder every night
>make it a full week - I'm a wreck from shitty sleep, and freaking the fuck out
>see office manager, ask about the drums
>he looks at me weirdly and says, "don't worry, after awhile you won't hear them"
>ask where the drumming comes from
>he says, "what drumming?"
>"the fucking drums at night!"
>he looks at me blank as the neighbors were for a good 10 seconds - so long I'm really uncomfortable and then he says, angrily "There.are.no.drums."
Requesting the ritual where you and several friends dress in all black and tap on bells to wake the dead.
>somebody pls this time
Spoopy music for spoopy thread
>poor as fuck and I can't afford to break the lease on this trailer
>I try sleeping with foam earplugs in
>I can still hear the drums
>drums are LOUDER with earplugs in
>decide to leave the TV on at night to
>drown out the drums - it fucking works!
>I can sort of sleep, even with the TV
>loud as shit
>wake up in the middle of the night
>some show on TV in a foreign
>wtf? I don't have cable, this should
>looking at TV, actress looks like the
>neighbor's wife, except in black and
>white, and she's talking in some
>crazy language I've never heard
>then she stops. Turns to face the
>camera and looks right at me
>says my Fucking name, then
>"Please. Help us!"
>TV shuts off.
>I grab my keys and haul ass to my car.
No, the isotopes in this thing aren's as active as back in 1986 anymore. Most of them are short living isotopes with half lifes of just a few years ord months. So, the thing is not very deadly today, after almost 30 years.
Well, bottom line is I'm not trying to entertain you. I'm putting this out there the way it happened, and I don't care if it doesn't make for good reading. Shit was the weirdest, spookiest thing I've ever experienced.
Yea but you need to explain some things
-You didn't help?
-Where did you go?
-Did you move out? You had no money so you couldn't
-Did the drums stop?
-Did it get louder?
-What happened to the neigbors wife
So what is this thread about really, if you're not here to entertain anyone? Doesn't make much sense honestly. You might as well have said nothing at all. You contradicted yourself without even realizing it.
That's not true tho. A lot of them have some severe health complication, but the official count is 41 death(It's a bit more then that, but USSR). There were over half a million ''liquidator'' involved, dude.
You obviously have no idea what you're talking about, so kindly stfu.
Its the way you worded it.
>All the people that witnessed the faggotry in /b/'s queer spoopy thread died within the century
Besides, the creepy, if it could be called that, aspect of the Chernobyl pictures is that were all witnessing moments captured by living dead men.
The following is a transcription of an advisory message that was tape recorded by David Ray Parker on July 23, 1993:
---TAPE TRANSCRIPTION: SIDE 1---
"Hello there, bitch. Are you comfortable right now? I doubt it. Wrists and ankles chained. Gagged. Probably blind folded. You are disoriented and scared, too, I would imagine. Perfectly normal, under the circumstances. For a little while, at least, you need to get your shit together and listen to this tape. It is very relevant to your situation. I’m going to tell you, in detail, why you have been kidnapped, what’s going to happen to you and how long you’ll be here. I don’t know the details of your capture, because this tape is being created July 23rd,1993 as a general advisory tape for future female captives. The information I’m going to give you is based on my experience dealing with captives over a period of several years. If, at a future date, there are any major changes in our procedures, the tape will be upgraded. Now, you are obviously here against your will, totally helpless, don’t know where you’re at, don’t know what’s gonna happen to you. You’re very scared or very pissed off. I’m sure that you’ve already tried to get your wrists and ankles loose, and know you can’t. Now you’re just waiting to see what’s gonna happen next. You probably think you’re gonna be raped and you’re fuckin’ sure right about that. Our primary interest is in what you’ve got between your legs. You’ll be raped thoroughly and repeatedly, in every hole you’ve got. Because, basically, you’ve been snatched and brought here for us to train and use as a sex slave. Sound kind of far out? Well, I suppose it is to the uninitiated, but we do it all the time. It’s gonna take a lot of adjustment on your part, and you’re not gonna like it a fuckin’ bit.---"
This reminds me about this grill who was so loose that I thought my dick was in open air.
>pic very related
>slept at my old roomates house for
>nearly a week, girlfriend finally shows
>up. We're supposed to split the rent on
>the trailer while we're at school. She
>shows up with all of her shit and we
>move her into the apartment
>drums are gone
>we sleep together that night, thank god
>it's quiet and I feel safe with another
>person beside me
>shut TV off for the night... we lay there
>about 20 minutes later she says
>suddenly, "I can't take it anymore
>it's so annoying."
>"The drums, anon? What the hell are they doing out there??"
>I can't hear them. It seems completely silent to me.
But I don’t give a big rat’s ass about that. It’s not like you’re gonna have any choice about the matter. You’ve been taken by force, and you’re going to be kept and used by force. What all this amounts to is that you’re gonna be kept naked and chained up like an animal, to be used and abused any time we want to, any way that we want to. And you might as well start gettin’ used to it, because you’re gonna be kept here and used until such time as we get tired of fuckin’ around with you . And we will, eventually, in a month or two, maybe three. It’s no big deal. My lady friend and I have been keeping sex slaves for years. We both have kinky hang-ups involving rape, dungeon games, etc. We’ve found that it is extremely convenient to keep one or two female captives available constantly to, uh, satisfy our particular needs. We are very selective when we snatch a girl to use for these purposes. It goes without saying that you have a fine body and you’re probably young, maybe very young. Because, for our purposes, we prefer to snatch girls in the early to mid teens, sexually developed, but still small bodied, scared shitless, easy to handle and easy to train, and they usually have tight little pussies and assholes. They make perfect slaves. Any time that we go on a hunting trip, if we can’t find a little teenager, we usually start hittin’ the gay bars, look for a well-built, big-titted lesbian. I thoroughly enjoy rapin’ and screwin’ around with lesbians, and there’s not as much danger of them carrying a sexually transmitted disease. And I don’t like usin’ condoms. Also, even though they’re a little older, unless they’ve been playing with dildos a lot, they still have tight holes between their legs, like the younger girls. If we can’t find a lesbian that we want, we snatch anything that is young, clean and well built.---"
I've got enough pasta to feed the Chinese army.
Guess the only real spooky thing that's ever happened to me is I've seen a ghost and my doll, over several years, grew a massive bulge under the material of her skin on her forehead.
>don't know what to say, so I just say
>"you don't hear them after a while"
>I explain it like I've tuned them out
>but really I can't hear them
>she falls asleep, I fall asleep
>I wake up to her screaming
>She's grabbing me and pointing
>She's fucking hysterical.
>I'm disoriented as fuck, and she's >basically curled up against me
>screaming about faces
> "what the hell are you talking about??"
>"in the wall!!!"
>I look where she's pointing
>there's faces.in the wall
Last one. Still have not seen this reposted for as many times as I have shared it.
Still looking for this:
Story that happened to my cousin and since ever was told in my family
>Cousin makes a road trip with her husband
>She is Christian, he is not
>See a hitch-hiker waiting for a ride
>decide to offer him a ride
>sits down at the backseat
>Small talk "Where you go?, Where you come from?"
>Suddenly the guy says
"You should better fasten the seatbelt."
>Cousin and husband do it
>Continue with smalltalk
>Guy on the backseat doesn't answer
>Repeat question - no answer
>Cousin turns around
>The guy is gone
>nothing else happened this day
I wish I could tell you that they had an accident and only survived becauuse of the belts, but this just is not what happened.
Since I grew up in a christian family it was told that he was an angel. Don't know what it was, but both the christian cousin and her non-christian husband told the same
>The faces are greyish, and they glow
>they were liquid-like, flowing up and
>down the wall with their eyes wide
>and mouths open. My GF is still
>fucking hysterical, my heart is
>pounding. Faces don't seem to be
>malevolent. "I see them too. It's ok"
>I hold her and tell her to calm down
>take a deep breath. We sit there
>watching the faces float while she
fucking piece of shit. Acutally I laugh.
>filename from family guy
>thinking family guy is funny
Probably the same condition that makes rabbits grow horn like growths. I don't feel like looking up the name. Just google: "are jackalopes real"
>"Anon, I want to leave. Please can we
>leave?" I want to get the fuck out of
>there. I get out of bed and flip the light
>on. Leaving that bed was probably
>the bravest thing I've ever done. I was
>so goddamn scared.
>I can't see the faces with the lights on.
>But I can feel them. She says what I
>am thinking. "I can feel them looking
>at me, anon. She's getting hysterical
That's interesting. Apparently this makes the anon who originally shared it a big fat liar.
one of my favorites
Actually doing something that is meant to be spooky is better than reading the same stories. As much as I've been into this stuff, ritualpastas are my best bet at a good scare.
>riding bike with mom and sis
>5km trip through the forest to the lake
>can't keep up after them, cause fat
>my glasses are broken, so i ride without them
>I see my mom only as red stain (her dress) like 200m in front of me.
>she stops, and turns left between trees
>no big deal she does this all the time, because she likes to pick up blueberries
>I decide to help her
>drive to the point, she turned left and do the same
>going deeper and deeper, still seeing my mom
>got nervus, shout after her
>suddenly I hear my sis talkig "wtf are you going idiot"
>she stands i exactly opposite direction I thought the road is
>look ahead again
>red dot is gone
>mfw, my mom was still on the road and send sis after my when she saw me entering the forest
>we get dressed and leave
>she refuses to talk about it
>we stay at a cheap hotel that night
>in the morning she calls her dad and
>they come get her stuff from the trailer
>just like that. She doesn't call me or
>e-mail me for over a week.
>I break the lease on the trailer after
>sleeping at my roomates for another >week.
>GF finally calls me - she says she's
>been seeing a counselor
>starts crying, says they think she had
>a psychotic break. Asks me, "you saw >them too, right Anon? You saw the
>I say "yeah, I saw them".
>Things are never the same, and I come
>to terms with the reality that we're not
>It's been 15 years and I only hear from
>her every so often - but she always
>asks me if the faces were real, and
>if I saw them too.
>Live in Canada, work as Security guard in a very old hotel
>Hear lots of stories of ghosts and weird vibes and blah blah, don't think much of it
>One of stories is of a girl getting raped and murdered in the washroom of the conference center
>One night, doing my lock ups, go to lock bathroom
>Lock males washroom, knock on female washroom as routine and shout out security
>Search washroom to make sure its empty and go to lock it
>as I slide key into deadbolt hear a loud high pitch scream inside bathroom
>Call out "hello? what's going on?"
>Screaming keeps going, run into bathroom like an idiot
Whoever posted when I saved it only posted that one, I guess.
Oh yeah, I forgot about that.
So weird. When I was younger at my grandparents house and would sleep over there (old scary house in the middle of no where) I would hear drums. Asked grandparents about them.. "They go away"
>the drums are coming from pic related
legit dude, it's just a story. jump scares are ghey.