Creepypasta

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Logical. Rational. Teamwork. Fellowship. Awareness. There is no matrix yet we are not in the matrix. God is with us always observing, at times acting through proxy.
האור הוא בכל מקום הוא הדרך אל האמת .
Wahrheit ist der Weg zu Gott.
the son was stubborn in his obedience.
the son only listens to the will of the father if not his own.

Light Matter Energy how do I create and control it? I wont. architect for what? for life. They are violent due to ignorance.

more choices in due time if time.

Who are you?
Who am I?
Who are we?
Who are they?
Are they us?

Είμαι αυτό είναι αλήθεια μου απόλυτη , αν όχι πιο kοντά

or am I crazy.

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>>17974100
Requesting the copypasta of the Serbian veteran in an European country who becomes trapped in his basement by a paranormal entity? If I recall correctly he disturbed some WWII era spirits. Read it a long time ago. Only one guy in the last thread also knew about it but he didn't have it.

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Anyone have the story where the guy gets kicked out of his house and wakes up on the streets to a guy pouring lighter fluid on him? One of my favorites.

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>>17974507
There's actually 2. My guess is you meant the first one.

Anyone have good end of the world/apocalyptic creepypastas? Please no zombie shit.

Already tried in the last thread but no one delivered.

>>17974100
My name is Jason Westley Christopher Tatom. Nice to meet you.

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>>17974815
Top one was the one, thanks a bunch!

>>17976386

Kinda weak for a fake deep water creepypasta

>be me
>19 y/o unifag living in australia
>myself and 2 mates decide to go camping along the great diving range
>we'll call my mates Jacko and Woody

for those who don't know the great diving range it's just a very long ass fucking mountain range that separates the coast from the inland. apparently in the top 5 longest ranges in the world or something.

>woodies uncle lends us his rifle (yes we can have guns)
>bring the generic camping stuff, water filter, axe, matches etc.
>purchase shitty and beat down 4wd to traverse the mountainside, plan to sleep in the car rather than bringing tents
>plan on just living off the land for awhile and make memories
>we have no idea at this point what we were getting ourselves into
>drive out from brisbane to some motel town in bumfuck nowhere
>map out where we are gonna go, plan on making the trip last 5 days
>Jacko is kind of the beta of the group, still a good lad but doesn't really say a whole lot
>says he would prefer to take a different route, have a bit of an argument about the logistics
>eventually come to a compromise
>being a fucktard i decide to make a status saying where we were going and how long we would be gone for
>possibly the worst mistake i've ever made in my life

>>17977494
>first night we drive up a road to the first level of a huge ass mountain
>set up fire, cook some hot dogs, sing some songs
>at this point i should mention i have a shitty habbit of leaving my phone on silent
>after about an hour of drinking and singing to 80's rock songs decide to take a piss
>do my business behind a tree
>when i return Woody tells me my phone was buzzing
>obviously didnt hear it because of the loud music and it was on silent
>first thing i see is about 14 messages (around 11 of whom were made within the last hour)
>all from an unknown number
>read messsages
looking at them as I type this, this is how they read
>CALL ME
>HHHH
>HH
>Gg
>FB
>HH
>HH
>HH
>HH
>HH
>hh

>Figure it was just some neonazi who got the wrong number
>ask ''who is this''
>they don't respond until an hour later
>''it's Jacko man, where are you?''
>Jacko is sleeping in the car, looking at him as I recieve the message.
>start to freek a little bit
>''you're not Jacko, who the fuck is this?''
>don't get a response
>reception pretty much cuts out as soon as we get back to the car
>me and woody decide it's time to go to bed
>constantly wake up in the middle of the night due to discomfort
>wake up again, but with extreme sense of fright, as if i heard something in my sleep that woke me up
>eyes wide open staring at the roof for a solid 10 minutes
>eventually fall back asleep

>>17977495
>morning
>wake up to hearing jacko and woody swearing
>we look out the window and all our shit was fucked up
>radio busted completely, guitar smashed in half, and all of our food scattered along the ground
>looks like a bomb went off

if you don't know, australia doesn't have bears,wolves or big cats, so for our campsite to get ransacked was extremely strange and unsettling

>we sit in the car trying to figure out what the fuck happened for a few minutes
>eventually convince ourselves it was a dingo, even though i think we all knew a dingo couldn't fucking do that
>decide to get out and salvage what wasn't rekt
>pack up what we have left, decide that the trip is ruined and we need to go home
>as myself and jacko are packing up, woody starts flipping shit
>we look over and we see that the tires are flat
>all four fucking tires are flat
>sudden sense of dread and terror engulfs me
>realize that the sound of the tires going flat was what probably woke me up last night
>burst into denial mode, convincing myself that the texts last night and the flat tires + ransack couldnt be related
>realize it isn't a time to be rational
>woody grabs the gun, i grab the axe and jacko grabs a kitchen knife
>usain-bolt the fuck out of there
>as we are running we talk about how the fuck we are going to get home
>we have no food and no water, our only hope is that the phone reception kicks in and we can call for help
>after a solid 20 minutes of running, we stop by a river to have a drink

>>17977496
>sitting at the river bank
>wondering what the fuck we are going to do
>no tent, no matches and no phone reception
>i talk about how i announced where we were going to on facebook
>and told them about the texts
>woody smacks me across the face
>i dont fight back, i knew i deserved it
>we start walking down the river, hoping to come across a road
>as we pass some bush we come across a dead emu hanging off a tree from a rope
>it had been completely disembowled, there wasn't any flesh that wasn't covered in blood
>Woody is a hunting enthusiast
>tells us that it was cut open with a small knife, and that the liver and heart are gone
>Jacko makes the chilling observation that it didn't smell bad and were no flies
>Woody says it was probably killed within 2-3 hours from now
>we flip the fuck out again
>bolt for another 15 minutes down the river until we reach a grass plain
>continue walking along these narrow plains between the mountains, hoping to find a road
>hours pass, we wonder whether we are actually going to die out here
>start talking about deep shit, how much we love our family
>jacko actually opens up for once, spills his emotions
>we embrace eachother in a hug and decide we need to set up camp

>>17977498
>eventually find a slope on a mountain to begin camp on
>overlooks a huge amount of grassland and the river
>we felt a lot safer up there
>all we have is a fire and some rocks we were gonna use as seats
>it's around 4:30
>starting to get dark
>Woody says he can probably find a possum for dinner
>jacko and I tell him that splitting up is a horrible idea
>we tag along with him
>after an hour we eventually shoot a rabbit and start walking back to camp
>we get back and we see our fire has been doused
>not just blown out by wind
>there is some fucking liquid all over the place
>it wasn't water, but we didnt want to find out what the fuck it was
>were so tired of running at this point, until Jacko beckons us over
>he points down to some grassland near a neighboring mountain
>it's a fucking car
>the headlights are on high
>the car keeps accelerating and parking as if it's looking for something
>we realize it's our fucking van
>it's stopping and starting because it's looking for us

>>17977499
>Woody grabs his gun and says he is going to deal with the fucker
>we spill some sense into him
>remind him of what we are dealing with, this guy is unpredictable and dangerous
>car eventually turns off
>parked in the middle of an open field
>we are just staring waiting for something to happen
>super fucking dark
>eventually we start to see a figure in th distance
>everyone says holy fuck at the same time
>its running straight up the hill towards us
>literally bolting as fast as i've ever seen something run before
>we can barely make out anything
>the only thing i remember about it was the head
>the head man, it looked like a fucking pigs head
>we bolt without hesitation
>hear some fucked up screaming as we are running
>it doesnt stop
>woody is shooting as we run
>eventually after about 4 shots the screaming stops
>we run for so long
>eventually reception on my phone kicks back in
>instantly get google maps up
>find the nearest town is only 1 or so kilometre(s) away

>>17977501
>end up at the town
>sit down on the park bench
>we dont even talk about what just happened
>woodie calls his girlfriend so she can come and pick us up
>check my messages
>1 more message from the unkown number
>sent at 2:32 am
i'm reading this now and it's sending chills down my spine
>''Don't worry Anon, I found you''

>>17977504
>didn't check out what it was
cool story. Is the head the only thing you remember?

>>17977516
It's a pasta pal. Some dude posted it on /b/ about a year ago.

>>17974125
Good things are rarely found in mud. So why are you still digging here?

>Jacko makes the chilling observation that it didn't smell bad and were no flies.

obviously didnt happen, anyone thats been near an emu knows they stink no matter what

>>17975655
dont put your real name on the internet, delete your post

>>17975655
That's my name. You're not fooling me skin walker.

>>17974100
>>17974106
>>17974110
>>17974113
Is this garage taken from reddit r/nosleep?
You have shit taste senpai. Shit taste.

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>>17974507
Here you go.

>>17974106
WTF that was going great and then "boo, there gone" who ever wrote this needs to learn storytellig

>>17974125
Your one of the most cringeworthy trips on this board
your "wisdom" words are not inspiring or thought provoking they are just words of a sad lonely loser who is desperate for attention
plz leave

Does any one have the long pasta about three figures visiting a guy few times in his lifetime?

There was something in the water. She looked over the open expanse, and it unnerved her - that subtle feeling that far in the depths another life was pulsing. Vibrating. Breathing.

It was coming, she knew. It was alive, and she was powerless to stop it. Her eyes widened as she found herself moving closer to the banks, her feet dipping into the shallows.

She was drawn to it, to that beast in the deep, to the one that never spoke, to the one that couldn't sleep. She knew it would be the end of her.

Into the water she went, taking slow step after step, closing her eyes to the world. The darkness enveloped her. The beast was waiting, she knew, that entity of no compare, that demon in the night.

She strode into the water. It covered her head, her eyes, her nose. It was peaceful - for a moment, and then she began to choke, to struggle, to try and rise up.

She could not.

The depths held her.

They held her and she kicked and tried to scream and the sound of nothingness came from her mouth. It was filled with only water.

In this life, there are things that bind us. Things that control us. Things we should never look upon with our own eyes.

That night, she had looked upon this thing, this beast, her creator. She had looked upon it, and she paid the only price.

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>>17974155
interest bump

>>17974106
>That ending
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgMQYScXCRY

All I could think of.

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>>17978177

>We went out to the woods and saw a spooky goatman who spoke to us in a weird distorted Predator voice

>Shitty sophistic nonsense-"poetry" that confuses obscurantism for horror

>I played a video game that had HYPER-REALISTIC BLOOD and Mickey Mouse appeared with black eyes that bled blood.


These three cliches need to die.

>>17974125
>Filter -> Tripcode
Goodbye faggot

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>>17975655
Skinwalker go and stay go

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>>17978339
Agreed.
Especially innawoods goatmang. It's alright in itself, but it's been done so fucking much.

We need more OC ausbong pasta. Aussies write the best spoogies.

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>>17978497
Too bad Strayans got blown the fuck out by an autistic slav.

>>17974815
Bottom one seems like a cheap knockoff made for replies

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freshly taken from a /b/ thread, although it was already a story beforehand, I compiled the story into one panorama

>>17979891
Thank you based anon! Thread 404d before I finished the story (I didn't refresh fast enough). I was looking all over /x/ for this.

>>17974106
fuck this reddit nosleep shit

>>17977494
go camping and random person has your number claiming to be your friend that's with you starts sending spoopy texts then spoopy shit happens. fuck off.

>>17974155
very good story. I don't have it. It wasn't WWII It was the Yugoslav wars, I can look for it.

>>17979891
All you reddit fags on this post read this. this is how you tell a fucking story.

>>17974125
This sounds a lot like all my drunk poetry

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>>17979891
>when the pasta is al dente

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>>17979891
>>17980006
>>17980378

Sorry, newfriends...
Ya' done been had.
Old pasta is old.
>going on /b/

Someone will eventually come along and post the original.

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>>17980378
>calls everyone else a fag
>points fingers and says 'reddit'
>is new enough not to recognize something posted almosy weekly for years

You go sit in the corner and you think about what you've done...

>>17980378

reddit com/r/nosleep/comments/460449/spending_a_winter_in_the_yukon/

...but you ledditfags stole it from us?

Was there call for more Straya pasta last thread? I've got some shit that might be of interest.

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>>17981386
Post it. Here's the swamp story for those who haven't seen it, it's really good.

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>>17981412
Part 2

>>17979891
oh god i really hope he's okay

http://www.creepypasta.com/the-devil-game/

>>17981386
>>17981412
alright.
Lemme just start by saying I'm not Australian. My sister Jan lives in Australia, and I was staying with her for a couple weeks after I graduated from college.
It was at the end of the first week and we had visited all the zoos and botanical gardens and shit that I wanted to see, so we were sitting around her apartment drinking with some of her friends.
They were pretty chummy with me, though I guessed that was because I had brought more than a few bottles of booze with me in my checked bags (at my sister's request. You wouldn't believe how fucking expensive liquor is in Australia after growing up in Missouri). Anyway, conversation eventually drifted to my Folklore minor, the couple of undergrad papers I'd published in small societal journals, and my general love of weird/spoopy shit.

I saw this fucking look pass between Jan's friends and they asked me if I wanted to hear some "real Abbo lore" straight from the source. I practically pissed myself at the offer.
Cut to the next day and we were driving out to visit a farm owned by some friends of Jan's friends that lay out in the bush.
"The real Ossie experience."

>>17981460
after a few hours driving through endless red clay desert, we pull up to this farm whose primary inhabitants seemed to be chickens, dogs, and barefoot children. We piled out of the car and stood in the hot dust, watching as a couple of the anklebiters ran inside the nearby farmhouse.
As we stood there sweating awkwardly, I heard muffled talking from inside the cottage. Suddenly this huge aboriginal man burst through the door with a shotgun casually cradled in his arm. Jan's friend Bella rushed forward and wrapped the guy in a hug. After some pleasantries he introduced himself as Mickey. He thrust a big callused paw out for me to shake, I obliged, and we sat down at the kitchen table.

He offered me a beer and said
"so you're the bloke with the degree in storytellin'?"

"well, more like 'story-listenin'' but pretty much, yeah" I replied, explaining my interest in old aboriginal lore and such while trying not to come off as the most pretentious white fuck in the country.
Mickey just listened and nodded with what seemed like general appreciation. After my bit we talked around the table and I got to know the man a bit better.
It turned out that Bella's parents were good friends with Mickey and even owned the land next to his. Mickey had half-raised her.

Eventually, Mickey cut to the chase and told me why Bella had brought me. He and some other aboriginal folk were getting ready for some yearly "party" that involved a lot of drinking, storytelling, traditional cooking, and "spirit rituals." It was strictly friends and family, but as he put it
"Bella's family, and any friend of hers is welcome."
I was beside myself at the opportunity and thanked him profusely for the privilege.
Looking back, I kind of regret my enthusiasm.

>>17981520
Apologies to anyone potentially reading this. I haven't slept in a while, so it's hard to buckle down and write with any semblance of speed, but I digress.

Fast-forward to that evening at the "party." It really did have the atmosphere of a party.
There was a bonfire, beer, people milling around who ranged in age from 6 to a few old folks who looked to be a few years shy of 110, and the best damn barbecue I've ever tasted. It wasn't hosted at Mickey's, but rather at another farm about 50 miles southeast where the forest (such as it was) was a bit thicker.

As the night wore on, however, the tone changed. Despite being more than a few beers in, I noticed that families with children were leaving for home. Kids that I thought actually lived at that farm climbed into trucks with relatives and left. By the time the moon was up, there were about a dozen of us left: Me, Jan, Bella, Mickey, a few adults about Mickey's age, and five of the older folks. I then realized that there wasn't a single car left. I asked Bella about it and she replied
"this isn't the right...'space'...for modern shit, ya know?"
I did, but barely.

As if following a script, we all pulled in around the bonfire as Mickey and a few others heaved a last few logs onto it. The fire blazed and crackled, casting eerie shadows across the night.
I swore I felt the trees lean in, listening to the fire. To us.
We were beginning, but what, I didn't know.

>>17981581
Just lurking in the dark here..

>>17981581
I wish I had brought my fucking tape recorder, or a pad and paper, anything to truly and properly record what happened next.

Once we had seated ourselves on the log benches that circled the fire pit, the elders began to talk.
It began as a retelling of the old Aboriginal stories, the Dreamtime, only with significant...departures.
For those not in the know, the Dreamtime myths end with the natural spirits of the world falling into a deep, dreamless sleep, awaiting the end of the world.
In this version, however, the myths didn't end there.
In this version, when the spirits slept, it wasn't silent or peaceful. They dreamed on.
In this second, lucid dream, it was the dream of Yowee, the trickster god, that dominated and manifested itself in the physical world of man.

As the stories went on, the feeling of being listened to, of being watched, grew stronger. The treeline loomed like the walls of a dome, curving away behind me.
I heard a soft rustling in the brush to my right, and as I turned to look I caught an elbow in the chest from my left. It was Mickey. He stared at me, his eyes burning a hole in my forehead.
"Just keep your eyes forward, mate. You're not the only one's come to listen to the stories."
I wanted to ask what he meant, but the look he gave me silenced any questions I had.

>>17981646
It was then that one of the women came around handing small bowls to everyone seated around the fire. I looked in mine to find a small mound of dark, shredded...something.
I looked at Mickey to see him cramming a knucklefull into his cheek. He said
"You've had chew, right?" I had. "Just chew it, spit in the bucket when it comes 'round, and don't swallow." He saw my look and laughed, "Ha! It's not drugs, mate, though it'll make you fuckin' sick if you swallow. We just need to collect the juice for this next part."
I looked back down at the bowl and packed a lip of the stuff.

If you've had long-cut dip, it was a lot like that. Only moister, more stringy, without the usual "burn." The taste was almost floral, with an earthy musk that wasn't unpleasant, but...hard to describe. When the bucket came around, I spit, pouring a stream of evil-looking brown liquid into it. I passed it to Mickey, who did the same. Looking across the fire, I saw Jan and Bella with full cheeks and a dribble of dark juice running down their chins.
The rustling in the trees continued not ten feet behind me. There was a sound, almost like something scraping at the dirt. I did what Mickey told me and kept my eyes forward.
Even at night, the heat was oppressive. Not just from the fire, the air was thick with it. The breeze was nonexistent.

After spitting into the bucket a dozen more times, the floral taste faded, leaving behind the musk. The heat and the taste were getting unbearable. It felt like a something was beginning to rot in my mouth, drying out my throat like a corpse left in the sun. I desperately wanted something to drink, and it was all I could do to keep from swallowing.
I looked over at Mickey to see him screw his face into a knot and scoop the stuff from his lip onto the ground. I followed suit.

One of the elders held the bucket of greenish-black spit, the woman who handed out the bowls was at her elbow, and together they threw its contents onto the fire.

>>17981692
It arced and spread like a glittering black web before crashing into the flames like a fist.
The fire sputtered and hissed, and I swear I heard the stuff scream.
Suddenly the rustling and scratching in the woods around us exploded into a frenzy of sound.
Something huge and unseen was tearing back and forth through the trees, wind tore through the branches yet the night remained as still and oppressive as always.

The younger woman was sitting back at her log, staring at the bonfire, or at the ground, straining not to look beyond the firelight. The old woman remained standing, staring off into the night, and reciting the rest of the strange dreamtime story.
Her voice had a rhythmic quality, more song than speech, and the sounds in the trees seemed to rise and fall with it. I felt something at the nape of my neck, like a hot breeze, or hot breath.
Something was right behind me, I could feel its eyes boring into the back of my skull, hear it breathing.
I gripped my log seat for dear life, fighting the urge to look, to scream, to run.
In the distance, beyond the firelight, I thought I could see shapes moving, eyeshine glinting from beneath the bushes to just below the treetops.
The old woman's voice rose in volume, and I could feel that the story was about to end. As she continued, a sense of anticipation came from the thing behind me, as if it was waiting for a mistake, something that would break the circle we had made.
Warm liquid fell on the back of my neck and I felt myself prepare to get up and run, nearly did, when...it fucking stopped.

Like turning off a light, the sounds vanished. The group seemed to let out a collective sigh. The feeling of something behind me, waiting to snap out and grab me by the throat was gone, like it was never there.
I reached back and felt my neck. Dry.
I looked to my right, I looked at Mickey, I looked behind me. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon.

>>17981717
Just as I was about to relax, however, I looked down.
All around the fire circle, clearly visible in the dawn light, were tracks.
Some looked like animal tracks, others almost human, others still were rows upon rows of little dots that wove random patterns in the dust.
All the tracks stopped just a few feet from where we sat.
All of them, except for those behind me.
Down in the dirt was an imprint of something...huge, only inches from the bench. Little beads of dirt marked where something wet had dribbled and coagulated into the dust.
Something red.

A few of the others set about with brooms, clearing the tracks and marks. I saw Mickey talking with the elders and caught a couple sidelong glances from them when they thought I wasn't looking.
Needless to say, I was relieved when I saw the dust plumes from the cars returning.

I stayed in Australia for a few days after that, and returned home at the end of the week.
I never discussed those events with anyone, not Jan, not even my old Folklore professor who would've died to take part in what I had. No matter what I would've told him about the lasting effects.

Every now and again when I'm drifting off to sleep, I can still hear that old crone chanting the stories of Dreamtime. Sometimes, the chanting grows faint, and hear something else.
It sounds like breathing.
It sounds familiar.

>>17981738
Anyway, that's my story.
Believe it or don't. I don't really care.
A little storytelling license aside, I know it happened. At the end of the day that's all that really counts.

>>17981738
>Something red.

You didn't have any wounds/scars afterwards?

>>17981803
No.
The weird thing is that in the stories it mentions something about the white trees of creation bleeding red gum at the end of Dreamtime.

>>17981755
Im actually australian and your story was bullshit. Yowee aint a trickster. White people dont go to the secluded abo towns cos they are rife with drugs and crime. Like, did you even do your research? Where does jan live? You cant just drive out to the spiritual places it takes hours. Also if youve ever actually had alcohol with anyone aboriginal youd know most of them wouldnt be able to stand up after a party let alone tell stories. Also, story telling is done incorporated with dance and artwork. The dreamtime doesnt end like that. The dreamtime is constant. You forgot to mention constantly eating flies. Everywhefs with red dirt has so many flies during the day it feels like they are gonna eat your eyes for liquid. Also, all different aboriginal tribes have different ancestor spirits. Mostly, they become part of the landscape which is where you find sacred sites. Also, if they were going to do something serious like that, you wouldnt be invited because your not aboriginal. Some things even the women arent supposed to know (e.g.how they circumsize.) Times have changed but im calling you on your shit. Youre an okay writer though, keep trying but do more fucking research.

>>17981581
How did you get from a red dirt farm to being south east of a forest (bushland) ?also your being there coincided with a night they were doing this 'ritual'?

>>17981520
One more thing. Shotguns are a category A weapon here and with our gun laws you cant get one without a fucking good reason. Rifles and handguns are what most people have on farms, considering you need to be registered with a local gun club and visit a certain amount of times a year and also own a certain amount of land. And this man has one around children? You expect me to believe that? Its incredibly racist and unfair but an aboriginal (or anyone really) cant get a shotgun here without divine intervention or literally being a drug dealer. Also they have to be kept in a safe unless being actively used for whatever reason you have it. If its not in the safe you get them taken off you and you cant get them anymore. There is no way this man has a fucking shotgun out to greet people. If it was police checking in he'd be dead. If it was any government official he'd get arrested and his farm would get raided.

>>17980801
been here about a year. long enough to be able to tell when something is straight garbage.

>>17981945
I don't get it. Was he tall? or hanged himself? or wasn't human? or flying?

>>17981920
>>17981932
>>17981976
doesn't matter, you read it

>>17974125
You must think your cringeworthy, narcissistic shit is very 'deep'.

>>17978177
Never try to write again.

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>>17982589
Can you tl;dr it for me. It must have been bad. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=5GgflscOmW8

>>17982118
There really isn't anything in the story that allows you to confirm what he saw, and I personally found this to be a good creepypasta because just trying to imagine what it was is spooky enough..
What you can conclude is, it wasn't a ghost at all.

>>17974155

/r/ing this

Anybody got the one where the guy visits some relatives with a dead kid, then something comes and digs up the body?

>>17982752
I spat on the screen a little.

>>17982118
Probably wearing stilts

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Best one ever

>>17978851

>everytime I go outside I hear "WELCOME TO MEL GIBSON'S SAFARI" full blast over the trumpetti box

>>17977632
Homeless people are insane

It's best not to mess with them

>>17983351
It was a bear. He said the dogs feared them and the height is correct as well.

>>17977406
That's some Junji Ito shit.

>>17974100
why did she flip when she saw the executioner?

>>17985360
I guess there were a lot of ghosts behind him.

>>17985367
probably. but why would she be scared of something (dead people) she had been seeing for a long time

>>17974100
This was terribly boring.

>>17986209
Because the story is shit.

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>>17984617
>I didn't even have time to eat fries

Every time

Anyone have the screencap of an Anon who was on /x/ said his brother or something was missing went hunting for in his house. Later to start responding different and might have been possessed

>>17988710
Bumping for interest

>>17977942
Possibly the shittest ending to a creepypasta ever

>>17988905
It could've been written better, sure, but the idea is alright

Someone post Blue's stories they're amazing

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>>17983566
I like that one :3

>>17982752
brilliant

>>17974155
I want it too

>>17985206
what would a bear be doing in an attic? fucking think

>>17984617
>to give our car a rest
always gets me

>>17981945
what a shit

>>17985209
kek
i'd love it if all skinwalker stories were actually just autistic kids acting awkwardly in the forest being misinterpreted
autism explains
>weird tones in their voice
>repeating words the person said to them
>inappropriate smiling
>not speaking
>not identifying themselves when threatened
>weird mannerisms including jerky movements
>watching for a long time without moving

>>17989320
What? You think a ghost would make more sense?

>>17989392
memewalkers confirmed for assburgers

>>17989400
>invisible bear
vs
>tall ghost
gee, i dunno

>>17989263
Finally! Thank you!

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>>17989392
>grow up in the countryside
>home-schooled because my parents don't trust the government
>otherwise they were great parents though
>don't have any neighbours or siblings, so no friends
>parents buy me comic books to spark my imagination
>start really enjoying spiderman
>white spiderman becomes my favourite (pic related) so my parents make me a costume for my tenth birthday
>wear it everyday
>parents encourage me to play outside more
>nothingouthere.gif
>whatever, pretend to be spiderman while jumping around the forest
>fast-forward a few years, always been tall for my age and by the time im 15 im 6ft
>never really did sport though except for running around the forest like spiderman, which i was getting pretty good at, so pretty thin and lanky
>one evening, around 6ish, while playing near the road into town, I see a car's headlights stopped still on the road
>go to investigate
>peering from the trees, I see some teenagers, maybe 18 or so, standing around the car
>first time i've seen people other than my parents in years
>can't make out what they're saying but they seem distressed and jittery
>want to go ask if i can help but scared they won't like me
>one of them peers in my direction
>it's around sunset so there's not loads of light, unsure if he can see more or not
>our eyes lock for what feels like hours
>hear boom and instinctively drop into a prone position
>guy looks away briefly as the car starts smoking
>he looks back towards me but his gaze never settles
>wonder what he's looking for?
>another one loudly says a naughty word
>they grab all their stuff from the car and carry on on foot
>want to learn more so decide to follow them
>take off my spiderman mask so they'll know i'm not really spiderman if they see me
>but try to stay hidden because i think they might not like me
>in my head im their guardian angel
>after about an hour, they come to a clearing
cont?

>>17989599
>they begin to set up camp
>realise this is the same clearing where i reenact my justice league operas
>my limited edition superman action figure is still buried there in a stunning twist when zod imprisoned him at the end of my last episode
>think i can casually walk over and explain the situation but notice one of them is standing by their camp's outskirt looking pretty intimidatingly into the forest
>it's the same guy who was staring in my direction earlier
>decide to call him Weird Al
>circle around the forest surrounding the opening, looking for the easiest way to sneak into the camp
>a twig snaps beneath me
>suddenly weird al reacts really fast
>notice he's holding a gun and pointing it in my direction
>don't think he can see me though since he keeps moving his aim around
>realise they're playing commandos
>pretty soon they get a fire going
>it's pretty dark by now
>weird al's sitting with the others in a circle around the fire
>can hear them talking and laughing
>want to know what they're saying (and still want my superman figure back)
>crawl on all 4 towards their camp cause im still playing spiderman
>certain they can't see me in this dark
>get close enough to make out what they're saying
>talking about ghosts and urban legends
>never heard a good ghost story outside my comic books before
>lie on the ground listening
>eventually fall asleep to their stories
>wake up a couple of hours later
>fire's still burning but they're all gone, probably inside their tents
>stomachrumbling.jpg
>see they left some bags of food around
>figure they won't mind if i take some
>some weird plastic wrapping with something crunchy inside
>have to rip it open but inside is a salty treat
>remember to grab my spiderman
>dig around and retrieve it
>worry about the fire
>notice it's attracting moths
>i don't want these guys to be attacked by a swarm of moths in the morning
>also don't want to contribute to greenhouse gases unnecessarily
cont

>>17974155
pls does someone have this one

>>17989643
>use one of their water bottles to douse out the fire
>decide to head home for the night, but promise myself to visit them again tomorrow to see how they're doing
>scamper away on all fours again because i remember im still supposed to be spiderman
>the next day
>don't tell my parents about the campers because i've never had real friends and i'm scared my parents will grow concerned
>return around 5 in the afternoon, with binoculars this time so i can pretend i have spidey-vision
>just before sunset, so it's still bright enough
>still wearing my spiderman suit without the mask
>again wait at the edge of the clearing in the forest, spying on them through my binocs
>they've got new firewood, lots of it
>appear to be cooking a rabbit
>not cool guys, rabbits are our friends
>begin to wonder what rabbit tastes like... remember i need to focus
>weird al is by their tents looking at the forest, gun by side
>on the other side of the fire, one of his friends is looking out the other direction and appears to have a gun too
>i see they're finally taking commandos seriously
>the other 3 people, 2 girls and a guy, are sitting close together. the guy's tending to the rabbit and the girls are wrapped in a blanket
>watch them for a while, one of the girls reminds me of mary-jane. wonder if she can be my girlfriend like in the comic
>eventually go back to weird al
>feel something on my shoulder
>drop by binocs as i swat a spider away
>hear shouting
>look over at the camp
>weird al's pointing his gun in my direction and shouting
>the cooking trio back away
>the other guy with the gun rushes to weird al's side
>i'll call him friendly steve because he seems less tense
>friendly steve points his gun in my direction too
>what the fuck? decide he's more like angry steve
>not entirely convinced they're actually aiming at me
>start circling the edge again like last night, they seem to move their aim with me
>hmm
cont

>>17989689
>weird al starts shouting at me
>can't make out what he's saying
>it's better to say nothing and have people think you're stupid then open your mouth and confirm your stupidity
>shouts at me again
>have no idea what to do
>parents were right, i am too immature for social situations
>tony stark would surely know what to do
>suddenly hear a loud bang and the tree next to me explodes
>well a chunk of it explodes off
>instinctively crouch into prone position
>several more bangs
>can't see weird al or angry steve very well cause they're surrounded by smoke, but see a few flashes of light
>eventually realise they're shooting at me
>what did i ever do to them though?
>run off on all fours again, with my experience it's much faster than running
>get home and start crying
>parents ask what's wrong
>tell them i met some cool youths and they didn't like me
>parents hug me and tell me maybe it's because of my costume
>mum thinks it's proof that i'm not ready to have friends
>dad insists that this could be good since im showing initiative by going out to meet people
>they settle on dressing me appropriately tomorrow so i could reintroduce myself
>they assure me that if i just be myself, the kids will like me
>take comfort in their words
>next day dress in an old t-shirt and sweat pants
>put on my best smile and head out to meet them
>mum offers me some cherries before i leave for good luck
>don't mind if i do
>must've eaten like 30 cherries, had cherry juice all over my mouth
>as im wondering through the forest, cherries attract flies which cause me to stop paying attention and i slip in deer feces
>on the verge of tears cause i smell like deer shit
>want to head back, but no! have to be strong if i'm ready for friends
>heading towards camp, i see mary-jane wandering around the forest
>she keeps calling out a name, ben i think
>stand still watching her
>she sees me
>at first she winces
>remember what my parents told me about being social
cont

>>17989709
>smile at mary-jane
>smile and the world smiles with you afterall
>she doesn't smile
>she takes a step back
>"have you seen my friend Ben" she says
>she says it really fast
>repeat it back to her a couple of times to digest it and look down
>oh no! my parents say it's rude to break eye-contact
>look back at her in the eye
>"well" she says
>again i repeat it, think and then say "your friend ben, i have not seen" so she'll think i'm mysterious and mystic
>notice she's covering her nose
>why?
>she suddenly looks really scared
>i go to comfort her and she immediately runs off into the forest
>that was weird
>carry on and come to the old factory river
>you should never swim in it because there was a factory upstream that leaked its sewage into it
>my dad was really upset about it but apparently it wasn't illegal due to some weird loophole or something
>hear talking
>crouch low and walk downstream towards the voices, hiding behind bushes
>see weird al and angry steve playing in the water
>see all their stuff about 100m away on the shore
>their guns!
>guns are bad my parents always say and as the only resident on-site, it's my duty to confiscate them until they're ready to leave
>walk over and take them, weird al and angry steve don't even notice, too busy playing
>guns are heavy and so, after around 20 minutes, i put them in a ditch and cover them with leaves so i can get them later
>carry on towards their camp
>get there and it's empty, not a soul in sight
>rabbit leftovers are on a spit over the fire's remains
>since no one's around, i decide to take a bite of the rabbit, just to taste it
>easier said than done, end up accidentally breaking the spit trying to tear a bit off
>lose my balance and trample over one of the tents
>woops
>draw a peace sign in the dirt in kryptonian as a way of apologising
>the rabbit didn't even taste very good in the end
>make my way back home, i would return in the evening
cont

>>17989752
>gets dark out and i've changed my clothes
>i'd completely forgotten about the cherries on my face
>mary-jane must've thought i was some sort of cherry bandit
>face is all washed now though
>put on my best suit, afterall this is my last chance to make friends
>thinking about it, up until she ran away, me and mary-jane actually got on pretty well
>maybe there's hope for us yet?
>work my way back to the edge of the clearing
>their camp has a huge fire
>they're all out of sight though, no stories or cooking
>see that they didn't put the tent i trod on back up
>see the other tent rustle
>weird al rushes out past the fire
>in the moonlight i just about make out him running 20m or so and then stopping
>he stands still for another 30s with his back to the camp before running back to camp
>just before he reaches the fire, he stops and looks in my direction
>has he seen me? hurrah i can finally introduce myself
>he starts shaking and shouting
>not wanting a repeat of yesterday and I make myself visible by stepping out of the busges so they don't think I'm a deer or something
>weird al shouts at me and this time i hear what he says
>"Ben? Is that you?"
>I repeat it back
>then realise what i said
>of course im not ben, idiot
>remember to smile
>find it hard to smile and talk so just shake my head
>end up accidentally shaking my whole body
>by now the rest of the gang has come out of the tent
>i say the rest, but there's only 4 of them
>one of the guys is missing
>that must be this ben they were asking about
>begin to wonder myself where he is
>they're all staring at me weirdly and shivering even though it's summer
>"where's ben?" I shout
>angry steve whispers to weird al and weird al shouts back that he doesn't know
>then he shouts at me "what have you done with Ben?"
>if this is a game i don't get it
>decide the only way to earn their trust is to impress them
cont

>>17989794
>drop down onto all fours and do my spiderman crawl so they'll see how agile i am
>they immediately scream and all run away
>how weird
>run after them
>matching their pace is surprisingly easy, maybe cause the girls had short legs
>follow weird al into the forest
>the forest shields the moonlight so i can only see his silhouette
>he turns to me
>"Roger, did you see that thing? it looked human but its movements..."
>can't think of anything to say so just nod
>weird al keeps talking, saying how useful his Eyy Ar would be right now
>no idea what he means
>eventually meet up with the others
>celebrations all round
>finally they accept me
>they must've been impressed by my spiderman crawl afterall
>angry steve says they should try to find the car
>"what about ben?" i muster in my best weird al impression to show Im one of many talents
>"i hate to say it James, but i think he's gone" says the girl who's not mary-jane
>who on earth is James?
>suddenly mary-jane stops walking
>"what is it Sam?" angry Steve asks
>mary-jane whispers in his ear
>he raises his arm and starts pointing at us while counting
>"Ben's not here" he says very slowly...
>Weird Al replies "yeah?!" before suddenly standing up straight
>he just screams "RUN" and takes off
>everyone scatters
>begin to think my new friends are a little weird
>decide to go home
Never did find out what happened to Ben, but that forest is full of ditches so he was probably just playing hide and seek. Still can't believe weird al and angry steve were playing in the water, my dad says the factory's chemicals mean that bathing in it will make your hair fall out for sure
Anyway, that's my weird story

>>17989839
Best skinwalker story lately

>>17989599
>>17989643
>>17989689
>>17989709
>>17989839
>>17989752
>>17989794
i chuckled

>>17989599
>>17989643
>>17989689
>>17989709
>>17989752
>>17989794
>>17989839
someone please cap this

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>>17989966
Just for you mate

What is a good channel for Creepypastas?
I like the ones that are true stories or whatever.

I am currently subscribed to Mr. Nightmare, and Lazy.

>>17990139
cheers bruh

BUMP

Does no one have anymore good creepypasta?

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This one is long, but definitely a good read.

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>>17993223

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>>17993225

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>>17993229

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I typed some up earlier. They're not much, but they're true and /x/ is short on OC, so if anyone wants some that aren't mobile screencaps, go ahead and screenshot em via pc here:
>>17988784

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>>17994342

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>>17994348

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>>17994353

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>>17994357

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>>17994361

>>17976386
gay af

>think I saw a foot
>oh she's right I probably just imagined t

I get they were trying to be subtle and all but that was shit

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Does anyone have the creepy pasta of the kid in some really rural town and there's a kid named Dog. Gets into a bunch of body horror.

>>17979891
Was this ever continued or is he fucking dead

Does anyone have the green text about that kid who was named Dog

>>17984617
but who was figure

Does anyone have the one about some guy to takes trains to alien worlds or something?

>>17994800
fuck, i saw that like a month ago.
i should've saved it

>>17995143

It was posted in the last thread. Coulda swore I saved the damned thing.

>>17977504
Cunt if you were wandering around a town with a gun you would of been locked up
Fuck outta here ya pissant lying mutt.

>>17977942

lol my god the ending is so weak

>>17979891

>born a swede
>"toughest son of a bitch I ever met"

immersion ruined, couldn't finish the story

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Saved this well over a year ago, haven't seen it since

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>>17994800
>>17994867

>>17995251
>that last post
kek

>>17981717
Im aussie
Yowie isnt a trickster its the aboriginal version of a yeti. They also mainly hang around swamps & heavy forested locations .

>>17993974
the pic is shopped
the real pic shows a hole roughly 2 meters deep

>>17995406
What i've read about Yowies, is that the most common encounter, is that some family's dog gets eaten, but they stay away from humans mostly

>>17974125
>Talks about God
>Posts a depiction of Lucifer for post image
>Secretly lul that no one gets this.

>>17976386
Protip: If both the boss and manager or whatever the fuck of any story are both female and they're not working retail then its a 100% chance of it being fake

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>>17995358
Sweet, thanks anon.

does anyone have the creepypasta written from the perspective of a friend of a video game designer who created a procedurally generated space game, and the alien species in the game started to worship him, and built monuments to things that they would send in the chat function to eachother and then started to like write out his name and shit? ringing a bell? The video game was unnamed, and he stated in the pasta that he wasn't going to reveal any more information to protect the identity of his friend

>>17977494
>great diving range
Its the great dividing range. where did you get diving from?

>>17974125
I kek'd

...you were trying to be silly..right?

>>17997504
Pretty sure that was the south park episode with sea people worshipping cartman

>>17997504
>>17998386

It's a common story that is retold in many different ways. The Simpsons even did a tree house of terror episode on it in the 90s. I know the pasta you're referring to but do not have it.

>>17998386
LMAO it does sound like that episode now that I reread my post

>>17999021
Damn, I haven't been able to find it anywhere. Even on the video game sub-category on creepypasta wikia. I really like that one. I'm gonna scour an old hard drive in a bit, if I find it I will post it here

Anyone has the "Jesus" creepypasta? It was one where the protagonist talked with Jesus/God and he tells him that humanity is one of many species with consciousness across the galaxy and explains the different kinds of civilizationd that exist...

>>17999021
what I really liked about this pasta is that it really seemed a lot like No Man's Sky, like scary similar

>>17995229
Yeah dude. I read it three fuckin times thinking I missed some important, genius detail, or find a brilliantly hidden one.

I guess the fact that his name was Sunshine Man should've tipped me off.

>>17999021
SIMPSONS DID IT SIMPSONS DID IT

Allright, I'm going to tell a bit of my mind, may take a while and I'm not going to greentext this. For the purpose of this tale, I'll speak from the first.

Now, I've always been a bit unstable, a sociopath as the doctors said, but they didn't quite see it right. The report had said I had showed symptoms of of it, mainly a lack of emotion. Went to therapy for just a little bit, but I never really put forth any effort into it.

I often don't show emotion, because I start thinking about the past, I always remember everything exactly as it was. But enough of talking about me, time to actually tell the story.

I was 16 years old, living in the boothills of Missouri, with its beautiful rivers and rolling hills. My father worked on lumber, as such our house was deep In the woods, so he could be closer to the site. I lived there with him and my younger brother, a short and wide example of my kin.

The reason I felt I should convey this started on July 17th, 2004. We had just gotten back from spending a few Weeks with our extended family in Georgia. The morning after unpacking and putting things away, I asked my dad about a hat I wore while I was there, a dark green ballcap. He responded "We haven't gone on a trip back to the folks since Christmas." I began to insist, calling my brother in to back me up, until he sided with my father, seeming to have no recollection of the trip we had just returned from. I dropped the issue, saying I must have just had some weird dream.

Where this becomes odd is I had called my relatives, and they had the hat there with them, and had a full memory of the trip.

Well, there is quite a bit more to this, but I'm typing it out and it takes a while, if anyone cares I'll continue

>>17999568
>if anyone cares I'll continue
What's up with this, literally every thread on /x/ ever. This needs to stop. /x/ is a slow board, so either post your stuff or don't. Posting half a story and then waiting for (you)'s is just bad sportsmanship.

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I'm looking for a story. It reads like a sequence of notes from the author as he's kept awake with a new update each hour throughout the night. The premise was that he was kept awake through you reading the text. I think it ended with this sentence:

>I am not a bad person. I only want you to die.

Anyone have it?

>>17999719
Internet is a bit spotty here, so half the time making a post is an arduous process, sorry about it, I don't post here much

>>17979217

Welcome to 95% of all creepypasta.

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>>17994342
>>17994348
>>17994353
>>17994357
>>17994361
>>17994367

>>17989839
So much epic moment, srsly gj dude.

Does anyone have the one with the guy who finds the weird horse headed thing outside of his house and he captured a picture of it?

>>17989400
Tbh i assumed
>demonic horror

>>17989151
Da troot

>>17989151
Still one of the best

>>17974125
>LOOK AT ME IM DEEP AND MYSTERIOUS

Sod right off you cunt

does anybody have that story about a snow demon told from an anons dads pov he made a deal with it to save him and his brother and it kept taking his livestock and stuff like that i've been looking for that story forever

>>18004153
i remeber this one,"white man" it was called,i belive

sorry man,i don't have it tho

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Couple of pastas usually posted in these topics, though for my own /x/ folder, I made some re-cropped versions.

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>>18004595

>>17977406
Should have accepted it and gotten their Persona.

>>17995227

It's a fucking story you child. You think any of the shit in this thread or even this forum is legit?

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>>17982752
>Oh btw your legs are swords now
>all that stuff about the pug head
This is a fun pasta.

>>17982752
one of the best joke pastas i've ever read
fuck ritual pastas

>>17989839
Give this man a screencap

>>17981755
Mate this was tops, had me going and there's definetly some truth in it, but abo's never drink and stop willingly, they drink til they drop and they never let whites into those ceremonies. It's not our thing to experience and honestly if this did happen you're dead lucky that thing didn't touch you cause I can guarantee it singled you out for being white and was fucking pissed. Also just a heads up, if you'd tried to record it in any way, either the abos there would fuck your shit up or some ancient abo spirit shit would fuck you up soon after.

>>18004979
see >>17990139

>>17997120
But, I work at a radio station and both the owner and manager are women. Is my life a lie!?

>>17995227

>getting this asspained over a piece of fiction

>>17989599
>>17989643
>>17989689
>>17989709
>>17989752
>>17989794
>>17989839
Instant Classic

>>17990139
Thanks lad

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>be me, 2010, 15
>staying with an old friend, also 15
>his parents are out at some awards ceremony
>it's 10pm
>anyway, we're downstairs playing FIFA in his room
>his room is right at the front of the house, next to the front door
>we can see the street lights outside through his shitty blinds
>a man's walking down the street
>he's wearing a black tracksuit and holding a baseball bat
>"yo anon, look at this faggot"
>we both pause the game to stare out the window talking about how fucking weird he is
>he walks off down the street
>go back to playing games for rest of the night
>about 2am
>can't sleep because in shitty sleeping bag, friend's parents are home
>friend is fast asleep
>staring at the ceiling when I hear the sound of crunching leaves outside
>hear a muffled cough outside
>whyistheresomeoneoutside.jpg
>practically shitting myself
>"yo man, wake the fuck up"
>shake my friend awake
>"what the fuck do you want"
>"there's someone outside"
>that gets his attention
>he sits up and we both stay quiet as possible to listen
>crunch
>crunch
>crunch
>it's getting closer
>too scared to look outside blinders

cont

>>17995227
Not everyone lives in Britainistan.

>>18006447
Yes?

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>>18006447
>eventually grow some balls and peek outside the blinders
>there's a guy lying on the front lawn
>he's not facing us
>he starts to commando crawl towards the pavement
>whatthefuck.mp4
>me and my friend just watch him in awe
>he slowly gets up, and picks up a baseball bat that we didn't even notice
>when he gets into the light of the street lamp, notice he's got a fucking tracksuit on
>same guy we saw 4 hours ago
>he breaks into a fucking mad sprint down the road
>when he's gone, we just sit in the room for like 30 minutes in scared silence
>no noises or nothing
>decide to just go back to sleep and talk about it in the morning
>next morning
>10am
>we decide not to tell friends parents because they might call cops and I'll have to go home
>go down to local park after breakfast
>mostly just to play football and try to determine if what happened was dodgy or we were just overreacting
>we're hanging around by some tennis courts
>there are some houses behind the tennis courts since the courts are at the back of the house
>accidentally kick ball over fence into house behind the courts
>the fence is ripped at the ground so we just lift it up and crawl under it
>as I'm crawling under it I notice something in the bushes
>mfw it's a baseball bat

cont

>>18006633
OP here, meant to say the tennis courts are at the back of the park

>>18006639
go on

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>>18006633
>>18006639
>freeze in fear
>can feel my heart racing
>can't get my eyes off it
>there's a small blood splatter on it
>"what's the matter anon"
>he can't see it because he's on the other side of the bush
>instantly back the fuck up
>no fucking way I'm going in there
>friend goes in and freaks the fuck out as well
>the baseball bat was in the yard of some vacant house that was waiting for someone to buy it
>for sale sign is still there
>all curtains are pulled as you'd expect from an abandoned house
>suddenly the doorknob jiggles
>here we are, under a bush at the back of an abandoned house's yard, and the door is opening
>we back out of the bush, and hide behind the fence, ready to run like a pair of kenyans
>"boys?"
>fuck we've been caught
>"boys, would you like your ball back?"
>we still don't answer, and we're still hiding
>suddenly the football comes over the fence and lands near us, followed by a door slamming shut
>we grab the ball run home as fast we can
>couple hours later, it's 3pm
>3 more friends have shown up, 5 of us in total
>we're all pissing around
>one of the guys who showed up recently says we should go to the park
>instantly remember the bat and the guy there
>inform the 3 guys about it
>they wanna go see
>fuckthat.jpg
>since it never happened to them, they're all cocky and acting hard as if it'll be nothing
>me and my friend whose house I'm staying at decide to take them to the bat

cont

>>18006737
Cont?

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Shilling my own OC.

>>18006737
continue anon

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>>17989599
>>17989643
>>17989689
>>17989709
>>17989752
>>17989794
>>17989839
9/10 read it 3 times

>>17990139
thanks bro

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>>18006737
>me and my other friend nervously walk them to the park
>3 other guys are joking around and talking about how they'll just whoop his ass and stuff
>walking down the street, i get a really bad feeling
>like one of dread
>make it to the park
>walk over to fence nervously
>the 3 guys are still loud and joking around so I tell them to shut up
>"look, on the other side of this bush, there's a bloody baseball bat"
>"bullshit"
>I lift the fence, and one of them crawls under, and into the bush
>I get into a sprinters stance and get ready to fucking take off
>"I knew you were bullshitting, there's nothing here!!!"
>what?
>someone else holds the fence and I crawl under the bush onto the other side
>just like he said, the bloodied baseball bat was gone
>instead, the abandoned house's front door was wide open
>the front door to the back door was connected via a long hall way
>we could see through the back door that the front door was also open, and there was a police car with it's lights on
>we walked round the side of the house to find a police officer talking on his phone, with the rest of the street watching eagerly from their porches or windows
>upon walking from the back of the house, the police officer asks us what we were doing behind the house, as he was searching it beforehand
>me and my other friend tell him about the guy in the tracksuit in the middle of the night, and the bloodied bat behind the bush
>as soon as we mentioned the bat behind the bush, his whole demeanour changed
>we escort him to where we found the bat and how we got into the backyard
>he investigates the area and finds nothing
>finally ask him what's going on
>he takes us back to his car and pulls out a bloodied tracksuit top
>it's the same one as before
>cop tells us that a concerned neighbour reported seeing movement in the abandoned house and got worried, so she called the cops
>head home
>still shaken up
>laying in my shitty sleeping bag at night
>when I hear crunch crunch crunch

cont

>>18006912
Please continue anon

Technically not creepypasta but one of you faggots might know what I'm talking about, do any of you guys have the screencap of the anon who deals with a ghost and is like "I know exactly what to do, /x/ taught me this" and jacks off and the ghost goes away?

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>>18006912
>instantly shoot up out of bed
>no way is he back
>check clock on wall
>1:30am
>fuck
>kind of just lay there, listening
>every 30 seconds or so I would hear the crunch of leaves
>it'sgettingcloser.jpg
>once again I decide to grow some balls and peek through the blinds
>forgot to wake up my friend
>I slowly listen whilst approaching the blinds
>no crunches
>ever so slowly, I pull them apart
>HE'S LITERALLY LOOKING ME AND WE MEET FACE TO FACE
>scream like a bitch
>my friend wakes up and the guy takes off running down the street
>my friend's dad goes outside with a shovel while his mom calls the police
>police arrive
>they ask a couple questions, his appearance mostly
>a couple hours later, I pack up and my parents pick me up, they're informed of everything
>from what I heard, they had an unmarked police car outside friend's house for a week

6 years later and nothing has ever come of it. Police couldn't link the guy who was peeping to the bloodied bat/abandoned house guy, but I'm pretty sure it was him.

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>>17989151
i wish there were more annoyed entity stories/comics

>>17989839
Is it weird if I kinda want to read this from the campers' perspective now?

>>17979891
dat ending tho
>live in a cabin with a badass grandpa
>because of one mistake you two had to run for your lives with tail between legs
>aforementioned badass grandpa goes again alone
>goes missing
>be too curious to just leave it, but too afraid to go alone
>"I know! I'll just take the stereotypical clueless horror movie crew with me!"
what could possibly go wrong

>>17990139
This cap is missing the encounter with maryjane

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>>18008186
Shit, didn't even notice when I saved it
Here we go

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dumping a couple

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thats all folks

>>18008343
Thanks. That last one was pretty good, sent a shiver down my spine.

>>17984617
>give our car a rest
>backup supply of gas
Quality post

How's /x/ doing? I checked in about a month ago. Is /x/ doing better?

I'm making a creepypasta/true stories reading channel but I am scared of what /x/ thinks since I'm a vagina. I want an honest opinion on how I could get better.

https://youtu.be/VGuBolJ0dY4

>>17981755
You're really lucky you didn't record that. Believe me mate, the curse would have ended your life faster than the time it took you to write this post.

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One of the better ones I've read.

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This one has feels, just saying.

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T H E
B E S T
T H A T
E V E R
W A S

>>18009310
>post-humorously

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What a bitch.

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Realistic.

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I wish all spirits/entities could be this based.

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Last one I feel like posting. Hope you guys like em.

>>18009333
>you will never have a yandere lolita waifu
>you will never have those trips

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>>18009340
While I'm not sure having the first one is the safest, I've seen a guy score quints once. If that can happen, then you surely can atleast score dubs, Anon.

You know what? Have this extra pasta, for checking my trips.

>>18008749
I can't hear shit, pal. Get a better mic.

>>17978260
Fuck you King Crimson

I used to write creepypasta for /x/. Didn't save any of them though. To my profound surprise I found that somebody made youtube vids narrating some of them.

Here's one.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4PtiFAdRDw

>>18009330
It must be an older version of himself right? How else would he know, or care about the guy

>>18009333
This was pretty fun but went nowhere.

>>17976386
That's paranormal. It's not even implausible. What a waste of time.

>>18008331
I don't understand this one.

>>17994858
Wait for September

>>17981351
>video game pasta
Fucking neck yourself

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I'll add a bit

>>18008343
spiderbros.

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Thats all folks, hope you enjoyed

>>17984617
So I was slipping into that good unsettled feeling, having just read the Yukon story for the first time. Then I read this shit for the first time in a while. My sides hurt.

>>18009936
Fuck I gotta go through all this later, and cherrypick the good ones. Thanks.

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>>18009985
My personal favorites, 4, 6, 7, 8, 14, 17, 18, 19, 20, 22, 25, 26, 27, 28

Some of them are long reads but definitely worth it. Hope this helps

>>17988390
https://shortoncontent.wordpress.com/2015/10/06/solved-the-last-photo-of-charlie-noonan/