Story thread. Post/type creepy shit, any topic you want. Innawoods,

I'll start, anon.
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>>18322703
This one isn't scary creepy, just kind of a WTF moment. I've got a few, I'll try to recall them all over the course of the night.
> Be me, 11ish
> hanging out with neighbor boys, twins, plus a half brother of theirs, about 6 months younger.
> Decide to walk through cemetary with the twins' sisters, 15 or so y/o
> Chat eventually turns toward the supernatural, because duh
> its about 3pm, partly cloudy
> Oldest sister, Nicknamed Tree because tall and lanky
> Tree mentions swearing on graves can curse you
> Her sister Jess, decides to test it out, Tree, being into spoopy stuff, is down to help her out
> I specfically recall them standing in front of a headstone, staring down at it, and Tree uses her right hand to put her short-cut hair behind her ear, and in a somewhat louder than average volume yells, "FUCK"
> Not half a second later, and about 15 yards behind her, a fucking tree branch, about 4 feet long, and about 3/4 inch in diameter snaps off of a very tall, very old maple, and crashes to the ground.
> every single one of us noped the fuck out to the street and couldnt stop talking about it.
Shit was awesome would do it again. and did, a couple times, to no avail.

Bump. Getting sick of not seeing any story threads. Don't have anything myself but still want to see it fucking happen.

Bumpity, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump.

Story threads are about the only good threads on /x/ anymore.

> be me
> in middle school
> typical teenage faggot
> every weekend or so we'd get together to do typical teenage crap
> light fireworks, play vidya, smoke weed, shoot bb guns
> those_were_the_days.png
> fall weekend in 7th grade
> we're playing airsoft in a heavily wooded area that's by a huge lake
> we're all wearing camo and shit
> across the big ass lake we see some other dudes wearing camo
> decide to check it out
> maybe they're playing airsoft too
> get there
> turns out they're legit military fags
> oh shit waddup it's /k/
> we chat them up, they think our bb guns are rad
> cool cool
> ask them what the fuck they're doing on our turf
> (in a polite way of course)
> one of them says official business, no further details
> secret fag probably wants to be secretive
> what the fuck ever
> when they leave we decide to explore the area some more
> try to see what they were doing there
> after an hour of searching / dicking around
> we find an entrance to an abandoned bunker
> too chicken shit to go down there
> covered in graffiti
> it was getting late so we called it a day
> over the next few months, we slowly studied the army dudes' behavior
> their schedule
> they went to the bunker every 3 or so hours
> one weekend we decided enough was enough
> we slowly descended down there after they left
> creepy as fucking fuck
> other than the insane-sounding graffiti, it was boring as hell
> retard friend suggest we take a ouija board down there tomorrow
> we all agree
Cont. Juicy part coming up.

>>18325983
Cont.
> we bought a fucking pink ouija board
> giggled like fags at toys r us
> take it down there the following saturday
> it was a cool autumn afternoon
> creepy mood in the air
> close to halloween
> perfect
> get down there and get to business
> "is there any spirit present that would like to communicate with us...?"
> (silence)
> repeat this bs a couple more times
> nothing
> retard friend gets impatient
> "HEY SATAN GET THE FUCK OUT HERE"
> we snicker like retards
> hands on the planchette
> still nothing
> we get bored and decide to play airsoft in the bunker instead
> the bunker's pitch fucking black
> just a large square area with little puddles of dirty water and graffiti everywhere
> there was also a little hallway that led into another giant square room
> we're running around in the dark, spraying bbs randomly and just having a good time
> suddenly hear a large creaking sound
> like a giant rusty oven door opening
> see a hint of sunlight
> OH SHIT /k/ IS HERE FUGG
> (we assumed it was the army dudes doing their "business" again)
> we panic and bolt down the hallway
> from giant square #1 to giant square #2
> huddle in a corner and turn our flashlights off
> the army dudes descend down the stairs into giant square room #1
> they shine their flashlight around the area
> a tiny fraction of the light makes it down the hallway into giant square #2
> "Looks good to me. Let's go"
> one of 'em says to the other
> giant creaking door shuts
> we remain for about 3 minutes then migrate to giant square #1
> they were probably just checking that there were no junkies still down here
> ascend the stairs and try to open the hatch
> it's fucking locked
> we FREAK the fuck out
> no reception down there
> everyone panics
> screaming for help
Cont.

>>18326017
Cont. Anyone following?
> after a while, lose all hope
> realize the /k/fags will probably be back in the morning to unlock the bunker door
> why the fuck can't they keep it locked so fags like us can't get in?
> everyone settles down
> friend had some snacks
> another had some weed
> flashlights and cell phones (old nokias, mind you) had excellent battery levels
> "it's alright guys, it's like camping."
> "let's just ride this thing out."
> it was close to 8 pm and we were running around all day so it was about time to hit the sack
> use our coats as blankets, and backpacks as pillows
> everyone's just laying there, talking about how they cheated on their last test, girls, and vidya
> such a simple life
> we left one flashlight on in the middle of our circular formation
> all huddled in corner of giant square room #1
> eventually we drift to sleep
> even though it was cold as fuck
> ...
> wake up
> eyes open, staring at black
> low humming from somewhere
> realize the damn flashlight probably went out
> reach for it
> hand slides in every direction across the cold concrete floor
> nothing
> I'm annoyed at this point
> turn on my phone
> 4:37 AM
> fuck.
> shine the light around
> friends all fast asleep
> flashlight status: gone
> the humming has gotten noticeably louder
> dumbfuck me decides to check it out
> slowly make my way into giant square room #2
> phone only illuminates about a half meter radius
> enter giant room #2
> realize the humming's coming from the far wall
> if I could compare it to something, I'd say it sounded like a microwave
> only duller and deeper
> as I'm walking over to the far wall
> I vaguely make out breathing
> almost whispering
> I'm darting my phone in every direction
> I swear I'm seeing shadow creeping around
> fuck, it CAN'T be another person
> only two square rooms
> only one entrance (which is locked)
> make it to the far wall
> freeze
Cont...

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>>18326086
Just finish it, dude.

>>18326086
Hurry up anon!

>>18326086
> the humming was gradually dying down
> but on the wall, it was painted in red three times:
SATAN GET THE FUCK OUT HERE
SATAN GET THE FUCK OUT HERE
SATAN GET THE FUCK OUT HERE
> the shit we yelled at the ouija board
> I fucking bolted back to giant square room #1
> covered myself in my coat and just bit my fist for God knows how long
> the humming was dead by now
> silence
> eventually, it felt like I blinked before I heard that sweet sound again
> that fucking creeking noise
> I got up and kicked my friends awake
> the army dudes shined their lights right at us
> "Halt! Hands where we can see them!"
> they approach and realize it's just us
> the airsoft fags they ran into a couple months back
> "i-it's okay g-guise... we browse /k/ too"
> (didn't actually say that)
> then comes the shit storm
> what the fuck were you kids thinking!
> we sweeped the area last night, where were you then!?
> have your parents come down to the police station, this minute!
> we grab our shit and leave
> as we ascend I look back down the hallway
> creepy as fuck feeling
> "move it!" /k/fag hurries me along
> ...
> as we're sitting in the police station, waiting for the shitstorm from our parents
> I quietly mumble to my friends what I saw
> no_fucking_way_dude.png
> It's true. I was wide awake. I swear.
> didn't even smoke the night before
> no way to find out now
> no fucking way we're going down there
> parents show up and the standard operating procedures pertaining to shitstorms ensues
> get home and go to my room, as instructed
> check my phone and see a new message
> friendanon who was in the bunker with me
> "do you have the ouija board?"
> "no..."
> "fuck it."
> shivers ran down my spine
> never going near that bunker again

Thank God for those /k/ faggots.
Fin.