So /x/, got any weird stories to tell? Im in the mood to share. If you dont just dump your favorite creepypasta. Ok, here goes...
>be 12 year old little girl
>at older sisters house across the country, shes 20 years older
>dont ask, dads an old fart
> been having mean spirit in room for some time
>seems to follow me on my trip
>go to sleep on couch, brother slept on other couch
>sister comes home to her radio going off
>unplugged and no batteries
>I jolt up in my sleep yelling WTF?
>go back to sleep
>I dont remember any of it
>sister is freaked
>brother says he has dream
>same time freaky shit happened
>a shadow man chases him, me, and my younger brother who slept in a room
>weird and creepy
>tell them Ive been having dreams of the shadow man
>and dark presence in my room
>we forget about it
>moved when I was 16
>havent had creepy stuff happen anymore
Well, that pretty much sums it up. Also, Im new to /x/. Be gentle.
I saved these from a thread last night but I really enjoyed it
This is the last one I'm dumping tonight. If you can keep the thread alive, I'll dump the rest of my collection tomorrow.
>most praying mantises are actually agnostic
Word up. Here's one from my work. Short, no green text cause I'm on my phone.
I was patrolling a building on the graveyard shift. I had patrolled the inside and there was no one in there. This was at about 0315. I walked up to a solid glass exterior door and it rattled in the frame like someone was trying to open it. I turned right around and walked the fuck away.
In that same building I've heard doors slam and rhythmic knocking. Once I heard a knock and I asked aloud "who's there?" Kinda as joke to calm my nerves. The knock happened again and I noped right out.
I don't know if this is the place to post this story but I have to tell someone.
>Behind my house there's a deep woods that I explored thoroughly everyday since I was 8 years old.
>Needless to say I knew these woods pretty well and I still discovered new things from time to time.
>I decided yesterday to go hiking in those woods to see if I could find anything of interest.
>I packed a tent as well as couple days worth of food, bottled water and clothes.
>If all went as planned I would be out there for a good few days.
>The day of the planned hike, a friend of mine (lets call him Paul) knocked on my door.
>I had called him yesterday to come out with me just in case I needed help.
>We didn't hesitate.
>Locked my doors and went into the woods with my friend.
>Hike for a few hours in a western direction.
>Slowly start to enter a part of the woods I'm not as familiar with.
>Paul is starting to get excited at the thought of discovering something out here.
>I'm pretty excited too.
>Soon we see a deep ravine in the forest with a cave at one end.
>Climb into ravine with Paul, both of us are climbing down carefully.
>Soil is pretty loose so we slide around a bit as we head down.
>Finally reach bottom and walk toward the huge, dark cave.
>Cave isn't that deep, only goes a few feet in.
>Deep inside we noticed what looks like an odd pile of... something.
>Both decide to get out flashlights and go take a look.
Shall I continue?
>As we get closer to the pile, it looks more and more like a nest of sorts.
>Its made of shit like sticks, ripped up sleeping bags and torn up bits of cloth.
>Looks like something has been sleeping here.
>Paul starts to look around the spacious cave, shining his flashlight around.
>Stops and points his light down at something.
>"Uh..... anon... you need to come see this," he says in a shaky, unsure voice.
>Now Paul is a pretty big guy, 6' 6" 260 lbs and none of that is fat.
>He's also not known to scare easy either.
>Rush over to where he staring at something on the floor.
>See animal bones laying on the floor of all shapes and sizes.
>Some of them are fresh.
>Make a unanimous decision to nope the hell out before whatever lives there comes back.
>Have a hell of a time climbing out of the ravine.
>After hours of effort we finally make it to the top.
>Its beginning to get pretty dark.
>Make a reluctant decision to sleep here but go a ways away from the ravine.
>Set up tent while Paul prepares the fire and fire pit.
>Roast hotdogs and drink some beer while the night sets in.
>Both notice the woods is dead silent.
>No crickets, no owls, not a single sound.
>Both of us feel uptight and don't talk much.
>Eventually go to bed in the tent and put out fire before doing so.
>Wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of something rubbing against the tent.
>There are indents from whatever is out there pressing its claws against the fabric.
>Paul is wide awake and pointing a handgun at the indents.
>Don't even wonder why he brought it, just glad he did.
>Watch as the pointed indents slowly move down the fabric, only to disappear and come back at a higher point and slide down again.
>What the fuck is out there!.png
>Paul carefully moves to the zipped up window on the door and unzips the fabric.
>The indents immediately disappear and hear something running off into the woods.
>Paul slowly zips up the window and is pale and shaking.
>"What did you see?"
>"I don't know man. I only saw a glimpse. Looked like a man on all fours. He had huge ass claws."
>Humans don't have claws.nope.
>Keep watch all night with one of us awake at all times.
>Leave the campsite as soon as its day out.
>Hike for hours at a brisk pace to the south, putting as much distance between us and the ravine.
>When we eventually set up camp again, we felt much more at ease.
>We laughed and joked and rough housed until it was time for bed.
We should have just left...
>Jolted out of a deep sleep by an inhuman screech close to the tent.
>Paul is also awake and has no color in his face.
>"What the fuck was that?!" he asked me in an unsure voice, pulling out his gun.
>Hear something coming running towards the tent.
>Something slams hard into the back wall, making the tent shudder.
>Hear something sniffing and grunting back there.
>Hear a more quiet, inhuman squawl and see the indents appear again.
>Both of us are freaking shit and shitting bricks.
>Paul looks about ready to shoot through the tent.
>"Get the FUCK outta here!" he screams as loud as he can, probably hoping to scare the thing off.
>It responds with a loud, horrendous screech that sounded like a bobcat getting torn apart.
>Five claws punch through the fabric.
>Fucking five inches of the things were inside the tent and they looked like they were even longer than that.
>Paul points his gun at the thing and fires off two rounds.
>Thing screams and runs off.
>Neither of us sleep.
>As soon as its light, decide to pack up and nope the fuck out of these woods.
>Hike as fast as we can until it starts to begin to get dark.
>At least we're back in woods I know.
>Decide not to have a fire in case the thing was still following us.
>Go to bed, dreading what would happen that night.
The time and lack of clarification of time passes makes your story really inconsistent and suspicious. It sounds like it only took you a few hours from your house to find the ravine, but it suddenly takes three days to get back to your house?? I can understand it taking a day since you lost daylight climbing out of the ravine, but I mean...
>Wake up to hear rustling.
>See Paul getting dragged out by his feet out the door of the tent.
>Door has literally been ripped open.
>Finally see the thing that has been stalking us.
>Looks like a pale white, deformed man.
>Completely bald, on all fours and has huge ass claws.
>It glares at me as it sees me see it, then goes back to dragging an unconscious Paul out of the tent.
>Paul's temple is bleeding and it looks like the thing knocked him out.
>Grab Paul's gun just as the thing is getting him out of the tent.
>Get out of tent and fire a few rounds at it until the gun clicks empty.
>Thing screams at me and is bleeding a few spots.
>Fucking runs at me.
>Drop the emtpy gun and runs as fast as I can into the night.
>Hear it chasing me and getting closer.
>Dig deep and find some speed to try to outrun it.
>Thing keeps chasing me but hear it beginning to lag behind.
>Finally don't hear it anymore.
>Climb up a tree and keep watch until morning.
It took a few hours to climb out of the ravine yes. It also took us a full day to get to our next campsite. Then we turned around and took a day to get to the one I'm currently talking about. The third campsite was about midway 3/4 of the way through the part of the forest I knew. We could have made it out if it had stayed light out just a bit longer. Neither of us wanted to walk in the dark with thing out there.
>At daylight, backtrack to the campsite by using landmarks and my familiarity of the area.
>Whole site is trashed.
>See blood and a torn up shirt.
>No sign of the tent or anything else, not even Paul's body.
>Nope out of forest and call police.
>Police comb the woods for days and find no trace of anything.
>Call of search after a few weeks.
>I will never go into the woods again.
What the fuck was that thing.
I'm back with more before I go to celebrate my parent's anniversary.
I'll admit some of these are pathetic.
This one aggravates me. I'm gonna put it on a better background when I have time.
Also, I might post duplicates, and If I do I'm sorry.
And that's all for now. Be back to dump the rest later.
I've posted this before, it's a story I narrated ad-hoc. No pre-writing, no script. It's a little rough but I think the story stands strong.
>be in me mum's car
>about 9-10 y/o
>look up above treeline
>white, pill shaped flying thing (it was close so i wouldve been able to see wings etc.)
>pass trees where i cant see
>farther away now, higher off the ground
>pass more trees
>look behind and its gone
I'm actually going to the place where my story occurred today to archive visual evidence if the place has stayed the same.
And to the facepalms of many on 4chan, I'm probably going to put the story on Reddit or something and drop the images/video.
Is it trespassing if there's an area past train tracks that people are allowed on as long as they have boats? There might be a path to it, but I have yet to find one directly taking me to the shore without having to cross train tracks, and if I film it, I could be in trouble.
that story was creepy af, but when i finished reading it i checked my phone and i had a notification of a person called deer_hunter (and a number) liking smth of mine on instagram... help
This is only part one, but I've grand plans for this story by the end of September.
>staying at best friends house over the weekend
>Saturday morning approximately sometime between 2am and 4am
>wake up in living room near friend, and his younger brother
>hear a sorrowful/pained moaning from upstairs
>friend and brother are dead asleep, literally couldn't shake them awake
>go into room connected to living room, where his parents slept
>both doped out and fast asleep, impossible to wake
>go back into living room and hear the moaning sound coming down the steps accompanied with footfalls
>freak out, take phone outside in driveway and call mom in a panic to come pick me up
>the next day find out from friends parents that their house is haunted by friends great grandmother who died in the house
>mfw towards the end she lost the ability to speak and only made pained moaning noises constantly
>mfw i have no face
If you talk to some of the people who went through the recent Detroit rainstorm you'll get some creepy stories. There was a lot of storm victims saying they were "seeing things" in their homes. Some were so scared they left during the floods
Oh shit, really? Got any testimonies, stories etc?
I mean, everyone was kinda shook up as is, but it was weird how similar the stories are. Mostly things moving in the shadows,couches moving ect. One guy said he saw a big spider leg sticking out from behind his dresser. That one was kinda
creepy to hear
Keep goin m8
don't let them know you're weak.
(this is a derpy pasta. don't take it seriously, but i'm posting everything I have in order from my pasta folder, so, I don't want to skip over anything.)
This is my personal experience. Still see that shit in my head when I'm alone sometimes. Really fucked my mind up for a while.
Hopefully besides my constant fuckups, this thread is appeasing someone. I'm gonna write my oc down soon :U
Hello /x/. OP again with another personal story.
>be 3 years ago, back when I still attended Murray State Uni in Ky
>be when I was still my husbands gf
>ill call him D
>got some friends together about 6
>we're going to Asbury cemetary a few miles north of the campus
(Pic is of the cemetary)
>all the excitements
>b4 this trip asked the family who owns it if we could visit with friends
>say i have ancestors in the cemetary, which is true
>me, our friend O, and D walk around the smallish cemetary
>little babies grave looks broke in half with moss covering
>husband sees a spirit behind it
>we feel watched and creeped out
>go back to dorm to plan trip
>fast forward to all the excitements
>2 friends pussy out
>but now we have solid group of 6
>as we are fucking around see black shape by my car
>it followed me from the cemetary
>motions guys and points
>nothing there im crazy
>D believes me
>he saw the same figure earlier and didnt say anything about it
>we get ready and leave
>convoy of 2 cars 1 truck
>on the way there all of us in my car see blurred shapes following us on the country side
>my friend in the back seat thought she saw a face reflected in a window
>we are driving 60 mph
>impossible to be real person
>the mood changes and we arent as excited
So I live in this house that's about a century old. That's not some big achievement, cause a lot of people live in big houses, and my house is pretty small. To what I know it was built by the Burr family in the late 19th, early 20th century, on what used to be a pear orchard.
Our house is haunted as fuck. My sister always complains about seeing things, but she's awful. You can't blame me for not believing her, because, she's made shit up before for attention. She's a middle child, you know, so she's under this impression that she has to make shit up to get attention-- like we're all ignoring her.
But then, things started disappearing; Its not uncommon, especially now that they figure out that's how to get us to recognize them. Three months ago they took my headphone cord. I searched my room top to bottom, moved all the furniture in a fruitless effort. I walked in to my room three days ago after going to take a piss, and the cord was spoiled up in the bottom of my cup of water.
(Cont.) (another pic of Asbury)
>after awhile we get on the road to turn off for Asbury
>sudden fog bank
>i almost brake suddenly for a shape that ran across the road
>must be deer
>i drive slower, seeing the tail lights of the truck move on farther
>see shapes running through the fog
>we make it to the turn off
>i dont want to go anymore
>husband and friend agree
>had to talk husband into staying
>he really wanted to go
>brave enough to park in an empty houses driveway a block away
>we are in the country
>only a few houses on this road
>roll down window to tell friends and O go on ahead we will wait here
>something unseen grabs my arm quickly and lets go
>roll all windows up
> O heads on in his truck with the 2nd car
>we wait for awhile and i calm down
>safe here right?
>as im waiting i saw someone run past my window
>something scratches at my window
>im trying to stay calm
>want so bad to nope the fuck out
>friend sees face
>husband hears running up the gravel
>my friend freaks out worse then me so i get out and climb in the back with her
>husband notices hand print on windshield
>it was done on the outside
>fuck this im done
>i jump out the car just as i see headlights coming from ahead where the cemetary is
>we were there for only 10 min
>truck and car almost speed to the stop sign
>stop sign so close to driveway so i call out
>friends yell back, we should go
>my husband or bf at the time drives us back
>when we get to campus friends are sharing stories
>alot of us have been grabbed, hit, poked, and have seen shapes and one guy heard a voice
>one of the other guys pulls the back of his shirt down to show his back
>share stories, smoke weed and relax until we get tired
>we all head to bed
>creepiest night ever
My sister, recently, has been travelling a lot. That means that, as the culmination of both a line of Germans from Black Forest brought up to be superstitious as possible on one side and a line of unidentifiable Native American on the other side, I was marked as the most sensitive in the house. Even if I am the youngest, my older sister has a certain gift, I think, so now the things that are in my house are coming after me.
It started gentle enough; Seeing things in the mirror, or out of the corner of my eye. Things I could brush off. Then there cam getting my heaphones yanked off. Disembidued screams right next to my ears. Faces outside my windows. People lurking outside my door when it's open, staring at me, and when it's closed, knocking or scratching on it. Unplugging my medical devices. Dangerous things.
Now I've gotten used to them, but I have to say that I will never quite get used to walking through the kitchen, looking up the stairs and seeing something looking back at me from the dark.
These guys are DICKS. In their defense, from what I have found in the library genealogy room, they're either Indians in disturbed graves OR settlers that were murdered. I was reading that there was a raid there an entire village was run out into the woods and a bunch of kids were slaughtered by tomahawks, and one of the indian settlers here vowed that if his mother's grave was disturbed he'd "Scalp everyone as far as (he) could pole a canoe up a creek"
And they DID disturb her grave, took the kettle she was buried with, and the family her grave was excavated to make a home for is still using the kettle to this day.
creepy fuckin stuff man, but enough of a reason we might be haunted I guess.
Do you faggots really not know the rake? Look up the "movie" on YouTube. It's 45 min and is exactly this story.
>it seemed to have a penis too, like right on the abdomen where a normal person's dick would be
>like right on the abdomen
>where a normal person's dick would be
>a normal person's dick is located on the abdomen
Inbreeding must've occurred on the author's side of the family too
listen, I didn't write it OR make it. I just saved the thing. Deal with it. Take it into phtotoshop, adjust the values and shit, or get your eyes checked
No, I didn't make it.
I couldn't say, dunno the guy
it's supposed to be a little midget thing being hung, but that thing is there every time I ride that ride. Just before the exit, look up and behind you and it's up there. It really is creepy because it doesn't match the rest of the ride at all considering it's not animatronic at all, it's just hanging from the ceiling completely out of view
>I was already doing 50 and I had no intention of slowing.
Wat. If that figure is in kilometers per second, that's ~112,000 miles per hour.
So, either Russians measure use miles per hour, or that janitor's shitty car can reach Mach 146.
Has anybody here heard of the Long Now Foundation?
They designed and built (are building? I don't know) shiny metal disks with tons of texts and shit engraved on them.
"Culturally significant" texts, in various languages. A sort of Rosetta Stone. So that the next wave of humans who settle amongst our ruins can... I dunno, imitate us and then implode their own civilization? Whatever.
Anyway. I know what we must do.
We need to build thousands, or millions, maybe even billions, of stone tablets. Get translators for any notable language, and have them translate it.
And we need to leave billions of tablets, scattered through out the world, with hundreds of different translations of >>15075150 .
A testament to the pinnacle of the greatest culture to ever grace the universe.
>But lone behold
That's fucking golden. This guy is a great story teller but I had to break the immersion of this spookiness over this epic prose. Great story though. Although, they are a diamond dozen...
The employees where described as wearing a uniform consisting of "red overalls". I heard that this might have been based off a true story, but I cannot confirm it. Apparently a worker hung himself for whatever reason.
The reason why they would tell people to look forward, is that they want as little gossip and fallout as one could get. If true there isn't anything really creepy about this. Just another tragedy (for the involved parties, such as family etc.) that happens from time to time in the work-place.
An employee, following various traumas and events in life, snaps and kills himself, probably due to the usual factors that would provoke such an extreme reaction.
Whelp at least he/she didn't go postal and kill a bunch before killing himself.
Why do some children eat chalk and sniff and eat glue? Why do some people drown puppies and kittens? Why do some people cut themselves? Why do some people have a fecal matter fetish?
The human condition can sometimes be a strange and bleak subject for discussion.
HOLY FUCK DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THAT ANON FROM A WEEK AGO THAT TOLD A STORY ABOUT HIS MILITARY TRAINING CAMP RUNNING INTO SOMETHING SIMILAR TO THIS? (repeating phrases in people's voices, disappearing randomly, etc.) THAT'S SO FUCKING CRAZY THAT THESE THINGS ARE ACTUALLY REAL!
>hear 9/11 conspiracies
>toteballz an inside job
>before regular business whores
>everyone that died was a pedophile
>total set up
>controlled demolition, clearly
>went so far down
>rescue workers found underground city
one of us..............
nah 4real tho, copypasta belongs on /b/ and b/ alone to keep the summerfags out. or maybe someone knows how to hack tha archive and just shit post there faster than they know how. besides im sure the fbi has hardcopies of EVERYTHING EVER POSTEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
We're meant to assume here that he has some kind of mental illness that makes him believe his fingers are "growths" and aren't normal. He was paranoid that people were making fun of him for having fingers, even though you're supposed to have them. That's why he did it. He wanted to be normal.