last one from me. I think there are a few new ones from late 2015 I posted
Does anybody have the one where anon is staying at his aunt's house, investigates the sound of glass breaking in the basement only to have something scream in his ear, and is later warned by his aunt not to go downstairs if he hears it again?
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Lifting guy sounds like a complete faggot ,whos gone crazy cause he can do it
typical faggots who doesnt know when to stop.
He should be shot
I hoped that he will be killed by the end of the story
scumbags win in this world
Fuck it, I've been lurking enough, I'll dump some of my shit
Will try to avoid posting shit that's already been posted here but there is a lot and I don't remember all of it. Feel free to call me an autistic faggot potato or something to alert me of my folly
Eh, probably just some hermit or schizo.
Interesting story Op I found this to go with it.
I wonder if that chair in the pic is the one that had the balloon tied to it?
Weird that the wood part of the building is now destroyed apparently.
camping memories is such bullshit, so many cliches and "im so mentally unstable that even the mere thought of it triggers me"
lazy writing for people who get scared to easily
if you got anything else good im game
Weeeew lad calm your man boobs you've been too much time inside paranormal stuff you can't handle someone actually beating ghosts?
You prefer him doing the huahauhau shit some mongoloids do to suck ghost cock to let you alone? Dude if i ever had a ghost in my house i'll tell him to fuck off, ain't here to be sucking ghostly cocks.
I know that this one really happened. Kinda short though.
This is amusing to me because I used to walk up stairs the same way to prevent creaky steps at night. Finally gave it up as too much hassle and I wasn't living with as many people who would be woken up or care. This could have been me.
You just asked for two separate things, but okay.
Haven't seen this one posted in a while.
>Not realizing that viewing .gifs with suspicion is the standard /x/ response to every .gif ever
Always the one that makes me wonder. Don't know why...maybe I'm just gullible. Maybe it's cause he just made it sound infuriating, scary, and like its a pain in the ass instead of the usual Mary Sue style sexy, it was fun, bullshit.
Just the story, or pussies who didn't open it. It's just one frame.
If you havent already heard of alan tutorial you should look into it, this guy is a performance artist who did Adult Swim's unedited footage of a bear and live forever as you are now with alan resnick. These videos used to confuse everyone a few years back
>be senior year
>dad gives me old car so i can get to my job
>job is being old rich neighbors gardener
>shit is exhausting but get payed mad cash.
>FF a couple months
>Halloween is coming around
>rich old fuck comes out and asks me to do some decorations for his house
>asks me to dig up some holes to look like empty graves
>cool idea but more shit for me to do
>completely forget about that for about 2 weeks
>rich fuck says i have to have decorations done by the 28th
>fuckssake.rar>ask friend for help
>we'll call him ben
>ben comes over and helps me put up statues, lights, and all the shit.
>28th comes around and old fuck is pissed because we forgot the empty graves.
>tell him we can still get it done if we hurry
>he approves and says the next time we fuck up hes not paying us
>get to digging so called graves until a car pulls up, and three ancient looking grannies come out
>like these women looked like witches you see in cartoons.
>i got so distracted by how fucking ancient these cunts were that i dropped my keys in the hole i was digging
>anyway we keep digging for about 4 hours until i smelled something weird
>asked ben if he smelled it too.
>"yeah smells smokey dude"
>went inside rich dicks house to see what it could be
>looking, looking. cant see anything.
>until i see it.
>the outlet that the lights are plugged into is on fire
>one of the ancient cunts comes down to see whats going on
>got too close to the fire
>she immediately goes up in flames
>realize i have to get the fuck out of here
>oh shit, my dumbass forgot to grab the keys when i dropped them.
>fuck fuck fuck, have to find them
>im digging through the ditches
>i burned through the witches
>and i slammed in the back of my dragula
I got one for y'all, this happened few years ago and I still get shit for it
>be on milsim op
>tl:dr; bunch of vetrans and boots running around with airshit
>old abandoned concrete plant
>we're supposed to clear the entire plant before making camp
>objective is to stay there 48 hours without being pushed out from team bravo
>buddy and I go to clear out service tunnels
>go down these catacomb-like tunnels
>things are like a fucking maze
>hole through the concrete and dirt shines some light through
>look up and assume we're a ways out
>keep going, buddy is checking corners and our 6 for no real reason
>see a pile of clothes up ahead dimly lit by the hole's light
>chemlights illuminate it a little more
>realize it's a body
>dunno whether to call it in
>ask buddy if we should call it in
>smells like shit and assume this is the first dead body I'll see stateside
>turn around to check if buddy has radio
>buddy yells right in my fucking face
>not a corpse, crackhead is getting up and looks very malnourished and very pissed
>has part of a rail pipe in his hand
>we hightail it trying to get out
>my dick went numb from the shock and adrenaline
>trying to get out without getting tetanus
>get to surface
>crackhead is on us, tries to take a swing at me
>buddy outruns me screaming more
>half the team rushes over
>one of the vets disarms and calms down the guy
>he settles down, get him some food
>call in ambulance and he gets picked up
>we were 200 miles from any major or minor town
>there was no fresh water sources
>spend rest of day doing extended clearing for any of his buddies
Drugs are fucked up shit.
so I have 2 caps of a story that someone posted in another thread yesterday and I can't figure out how to combine them into one image so I'll post them separately.
I figured out how to do it so I'll probably be posting a bunch of old caps now
it doesn't help that the way i capped them was dumb, sorry about the quality. you could have just mentioned the archives and i would have made better ones, I didn't even think about that.
Anyone have the story about humans that kidnaped to different plant and they are enslaved to alien race.
And there are giant wolves at night
some weird factory that people died there
and the story have pixel art picture.
the man who tell the story is see this but is not actaully there.
This is just incredible. I remember visiting /x/ a few years ago and people used to type original stories in this thread. Apparently all you do now is repost images of those stories. Why even make a thread like this if it's just gonna be a huge circlejerk? And then there's this faggot:
This confirms what I suspected. Why don't you guys add those images a 9gag watermark and post them to Reddit while you're at it?
Did it ever occur to you that not everyone who frequents these threads has seen 100% of the stuff that is being posted?
You sound like a crybaby who bitches about reposts and lack of OC while never posting any OC.
I visited Chernobyl back in 2008 - they had licensed guides and everything. You paid a couple hundred euros and you could got a rundown of the rescue efforts and could explore part of the town. It's a pretty chill place.
not really, I just looked into it and the only correlation is that it's an unknown creature and it is in England. the Shug monkey is like only supposed to be in a specific area and he would probably know if he lived near there
Will post dumb/wtf spoop bullshit
Let me know if anyone has any authentic nope stories from the Upper Peninsula of MI. To give you an idea how remote this area is, in the lower peninsula of MI there are more deer than people. In the UP there are more bear than people.
>just getting the pulse if anyone else has exp creepy anecdotes, the area is heavily used by hunters and snowmobilers
>I’m going to post just a real brief exposition and samplings of what I’ve exp
>when I was very young my grandmother and I were sitting down by the dock. I don’t believe in bigfoot and I think there are only two reputable and recorded UFO encounters in history so take this with a grain of salt: my grandmother’s last name was Shanahan. My family saved her dna and did the new ancestory.com thing and she was near fucking pure Irish while everyone else was a mix of a lot (and we thought we could predict everybody pretty well)
>idk what qualifications this falls under but my grandmother had seer like qualities. Every since her husband died right after coming back from WWII she always managed to find a way for my mom, two aunts, uncle, and their progeny to sustain. Many a story of her creepy intuition that I experienced later in her life.
>ie when they were growing up she told my aunt to get a butcher knife just minutes before someone cut their screen and tried to break in their Cleve apartment. Another time her warning to lock the door stopped an apparent break in Chicago. What I experienced was towards the end of her life when attrition sets in on anyone’s mind.
>Although she was still sharp, many times I witnessed her speaking to me or someone and call her by a different relatives name. this was disregarded until it happened enough that someone said Hey, isn’t it weird that whomever she mistakenly mentions either calls or shows up shortly after? Of course a lot of this could be explained but after a while it was uncanny. Kim Marie would call from St Martin. John would show up with no expectation when we thought he was in another state.
>Lastly, when I got the text she passed, I had to leave the Casino Floor (working as a poker room host at the time) and out of no wear Nate King Cole starts playing, an artist she would play nonstop when I spent days at her apartment as a kid. I am a flaming liberal and I constantly bitched that our Hollywood Toledo casino, just south of Motown, barely played any Motown music when it was supposed to celebrate old school celebrity. I swear to god Nat King Cole never played before or again that moment
>So back to the UP. Here her and I are down by the water and my parents were bad ass and bought me a Red Rider before I was 10. She is chuckling at me checking the perimeter and sniping targets. I have a clear ass memory of all of this. Our cabin is atop a hill that has stairs to the dock and you have a narrow path through the woods going left and right to the other cabins. I am protecting those perimeters with the dedication of a child who believes there’s actually a threat.
>I’m checking our right flank (if you were to face the water) and from the hill that breaks into the path before hitting more trees than water there is an undeniable black thing the hops from evergreens to a crouching position just checking us out
>I got this
>don’t mention to gram for a while, just keep watching it peek above an old rusty fish holder (a big ass box you sink in the water that’s covered in chicken wire and you can keep live catches in there). the path was cluttered with fallen trees except for this one man made item someone drug up on the ground and that this thing is looking at
>I’m 7-9 here and like I said I have a damn good memory ( I count cards). I spy this thing through my sites till I determine it has fur black as night and then tell Gram about it. She would always be humming and uttering names to herself if there was a lull in convo which she is doin right now and focuses her attention on where I am pointing (she was an identical twin, no getting into that but will post portrait my mother did of her and her sister as young women if this thread gets going).
>I see the creature shift a little and final it makes a big shift of weight and a good 6 inches is visible above the fish box and she says Oh yeah. Ahem. Yes Anon that’s an old one. that is to the effect of what she said. She definitely was more nonplussed than even I was and I just remember her say a few things that that’s not a bear it’s very rare and very old. I should mention that in my mind the being seemed huge from about 30 feet away but it was probably more the size of a portly 5’ 10” human with thick black fur. We renovated that fish box and I am going off the portions it had prior.
>So, if anyone wants to continue than here’s the other two stories I can get into that happened in the UP:
>a year ago the whole family was up. Our acreage has never been really assessed since my dad bought the place a decade ago so the year prior and that year I was all about exploring. Funny thing is my mom goes running miles to get to a prairie of wild blueberries and here I go and find more plumper blueberries on the property we already one just past the end of the driveway than the prairie. The weird thing is a good decade ago (post us owning the property which is 8 hours from our regular home in Ohio) someone came in and cleared major trees. You crawl through dense, retina scratching trees and brush and then come to a huge opening (I will post pics of this if anyone interested. But it doesn’t seem logging was the operation. There are large burn marks on the ground and everywhere there are hue stacks of trees that were roughly piled. Big burn marks of some stumps and these gullies where stagnant water has collected. I was the original one to rediscover this so I kept pushing until I came to a one cabin lake where it was obvious without binoculars that these people are hillbilly as fuck. I ask my parents about it and they say Oh yeah that must lead back to the Schenier’s and they drive me past and I FUCKING SWEAR TO GOD two pale redneck kids, barely dressed, were staring at us from the end of that roughshod driveway. To grasp this anomaly you have to understand a passing vehicle on those roads is about once an hour if that. From what I remember they never saw me when I spied them
>This year my half sister and her kids and husband are up at the cabin. We all venture out to the hidden blueberry/Chernobyl I found. My niece is 18 now and my nephew 14. We are all good chums but my niece always wants to have that motherly instinct over Jack and in these kind of new exp circumstances we usually wander away so she can berate him like a loving sister does
>This area is very marshy and Jack has no problem hoping onto decrepit pile of branches to rotting log to moss patch (I forgot to mention the moss patches- if you want pics you’ll see what I mean the colors are insane in proportion to being by the blueberries or burn spots
>so jack is ahead of us
>jack is screaming to come quick. He was yelling earlier and we ignored him
>we pull our way through a few suctions in the marsh and find perfectly standing on a tree that was hacked off a good ways up. I never asked how he got up that far. He is telling us to look into the woods
>we look and finally after he points and discerns we see it. this is about fifty feet out in ten feet of foliage cover. This is a bipedal humanoid that looks to be smeared with hunter/military cameo paint
>I really don’t give a fuck about a lot so I start yelling, amiably but sarcastically. Finally Jack chimes in Yeah come on out
>Immediately it start walking towards us. As the foliage pulls away we see more. It’s tall. It’s mostly covered in skin that is either dirty green/brown or natural. Worst part is its head has a hug pair of horns and is completely covered in obsidian black fur. Worse than that is this thing is not facing us
>I’m catching bad vibes quick. No bad smells like other skinwalker stories but an instinctive fear that I think was somehow enhanced gripped me. I told Jack to come on and yelled an apology. I pulled Jack off the stump and we went back and told the parents
>if anyone is interested let me know
>My family is pretty fucking nuts. After tramping around the place with my mom we felt a power in a certain area and decided to call it a vortex. Outside Marquette we found a Finnish dude that ran a stone shop that said the Finns built upon many Native American ceremonial grounds.
>the legit thing about this dude is he had sparkling blue eyes for such a bearded old fuck and he led us to a vortex deep in the woods. Nothing spooky but crazy aunt swears she felt a pull towards the vortex he pointed out which was an amazing rock formation that was like one big swirl made of water but there was no water. Look up Dead River Basin outside Marquette and you can easily see what I’m talking about
>so this Finn who calls himself a warlock explains how we find our own vortex if it’s in the cards to find one. he says 1-2am we take turns shooting arrows into the dark into our property, everyone has their own colored arrow. Next day one by one the three of us take turns marching out and findings arrow(s) and pick one where s/he feels most energy
>We fucking do this (color coding arrows is not hard since we already have bow and quivers) and we find a vortex and chill a couple days. Next night my aunt and I go out at 2am, pretty fucked up but we both got mad tolerance. The following pics are her trying to feel energies on an apparent Native American burial mound and me at the vortex
>There is a fucking orb clearly above me and something in the background. I will get more pics from her if yall are interested but anyone with any knowledge of legit orbs please shed light on if that is legit
I'm pretty sure this was from a tulpa thread on /x/, and I put it together shortly afterward.
What is with these shitty screencaps? Are you all on mobile and resizing them?
Does anyone have the thread cap of the guy who was driving in the middle of nowhere and found a dead (horse? cow?) being eaten by 2 (dogs?), he drove on and picked up a girl who went stone- cold at the mention of it.
He noped.gif home and posted it.
Anyone know what I'm talking about, know if there was ever a continuation? Or was it ended after that?
I posted this in another thread last night, will retell it here. It's the only unexplained/weird shit I've seen myself, unfortunately.
>be me, 15 or so
>driving home from store with dad
>dad has a small house in the boonies, this particular road ran by an interstate though
>heading home around 7 or 8 so dark out
>bored, look out window and glance up
>see huge dark shape in the sky, looks like some sort of low flying aircraft but freaky as shit
>sort of oblong, flying very low
>weirdest part was I swear I remember crisscrossing red lines covering the underside, very faint but there
>this thing is totally silent, dad sees it too and we roll the windows down and slow the car
>there is what appears to be a wheel or some sort of mechanism on the underside that is rotating
>every rotation it goes from faint/dark red to faint/dark blue
>thing never changes speed, just keeps silently flying over the trees until we lose sight of it
I've seen a few UFOs, but that's the only one I legitimately was weirded out by. My dad is a big skeptic but he can't explain it either, we still talk about it sometimes. There aren't any military bases or anything near me that I'm aware of.
This always reminds me of this.
You probably saw a Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird. Supposed to be silent, kind of oblong, black, has wheels and the lights were probably because it was so down.
>Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird
GOVERNMENT SHILL IT WAS ALIUMS
Sorry, have to RP since I'm on /x/ and everything.
Looked up pictures, it might have looked like that. It was a while ago so the memory is kind of fuzzy.
You guys, it's a joke. You just swallowed the bait yourselves.
That Anon posted the second and third parts of a 6 parter.
>I can post pics for days but it aint nothing to write home about. Just the burn marks and stacked trees. In an area where loggers run the roads and make good dollar. Very strange they left pile after pile of logs to rot and scorched some trunks.
>Loggers are the most common occupation in the Hiawatha National forest, and they literally run shit once you’re on Highway 17. There’s no cops and all the paved roads are just two lane straight shots so a full 18 wheeler hummin by at top speed is always a rush. We once saw a turkey not move quick enough. Gets about a few feet off the ground and that trophy tom is vaporized. I had a perfect few from the backseat. Trust me that bird felt nothing because it was gaseous before it was cognizant of it. Big animal lover, and I only fish, but that was one of the coolest explosions I have ever seen.
>Anyway, here’s the last I got and I will actually follow up and see if I can get some more legit pics. However, no one has acknowledged what I first asked: any other x/philes familiar with anomalies or enigma in Michigan’s UP
>it has a rich history of mysticism circa all ages and rife with diversity. Finns and Native Americans and even Catholics claim miracles or sacraments or something anomalous as regards their sect happening there. Look up The Brothers near Copper Harbor and you may lead to reporting of Native American Christians who have seen recent visions of St Kateri Tekakwitha in the waterfalls
>pppplus this place is so fuckin off the map that the chances of actual things undocumented things knocking around in this day and age holds more water than your average related post imo. The DNR thought wolverines extinct till they found some in the UP decades ago. All other stories are about up state NY or backwoods GA. Fuck that shit
>anyways I will contact my crazy aunt. I have never been too close to my uncle but the three sisters all seem to have inherited so astonishing trait from my grandmother. For my mother it is her art. my oldest aunt it is her compassion, and my youngest crazy one it is unexplainable. One second she will be holding the most high level conversation with you and then she’s off on rocks and horoscopes.
>as regards my crazy aunt, this. woman. wasted. a . ride. to. columbia’s school of journalism. She was dean’s list first two years then dropped out to pursue a documentary or book about Jimi Hen drix. the result? She’s a beautiful abject individual and a frequent heroin offender.
>anyway. she’s obviously not hanging with the cleanest of kats when she’s sober. She spent t almost a year in the UP with an alcoholic snowmobiler. Two years later they got married after we thought they were separated. 3-4 years ago I was up in Ohio and there she fucking is at thanksgiving, sans the nutso. She was so sober and organized it was eerie. We also snuck off to get high and she said she ditched dude and got a good sales job in lower Michigan. I pressed about the dude because though I only met him once him and his snowmobiling pals bought a cabin of old folks we used to visit till they died and man did they trash that place. She said she knew he was an alcoholic but that they got sober together. But she said he went crazy when he was fishing.
>Eat turkey, watch football, head nod and we go out to smoke another bowl and I ask how fishing drives one insane cause she said crazy like coo-coo lobotomy shit
>she didn’t really know. at first he was leaving so early to fish the same lake it was like he never slept and she finally yelled at him enough where he swore there was someone that wasn’t human watching him from the shore. This is the point where everyone says gg, nice pasta but this is actually what she said and if you want me to show you the dated text messages I have from her (mentioned below I will). She said he said the think had horns and walked upright and he really tried to convince her he was not nuts.
>she went to town shortly after and never came back. Two years ago she text me that she had pictures of the up that we all need to see. now this is prolly harmless cause my parents are both artists and take a lot of inspiration from there. the weird thing is she has been unreachable nearly since that text and won’t even pick up for my mom or other aunt which she would always do if she was sober or kicking or whatever. She always picked up from me and never does now. The last any of us heard she was fired again and took it pretty hard and said she would rebound but has gone M.I.A.
>so I aint writing to find her. I’ll definitely post pics she may have if I ever find her and ppl here are interested. But just to fucking repeat my first request, does anyone have any 2spooky stories, fictitious or not about the Upper Peninsula? How about fucking orbs. I posted a pic, can anyone shed light
>if not no worries and thanks regardless for all the good shit anons still occasionally share here. bahala na