Urban legends/scary stories

[McReary7772]

Come on lol this has probably been the topic i have been most intrested in for a while.

 

Thank you Quiteso

[TheSiggi]

Sketchy, though I have heard that story before except it was a clown statue at the bottom of the kid's bed. Still good though!

 

I'll leave another one my friend told me (from memory, so it'll be written rather badly)

 

 

A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen, so she runs downstairs to meet her mother.

 

As she's running through the hallway, the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens, and a hand reaches out and pulls her in. It's her mother, she whispers to her child "don't go into the kitchen, I heard it too".

yeah heared that version too but nobody died in it an it was mentioned that the house of the family was close to a asylum D:

[Lithium]

Sketchy, though I have heard that story before except it was a clown statue at the bottom of the kid's bed. Still good though!

 

I'll leave another one my friend told me (from memory, so it'll be written rather badly)

 

 

A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen, so she runs downstairs to meet her mother.

 

As she's running through the hallway, the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens, and a hand reaches out and pulls her in. It's her mother, she whispers to her child "don't go into the kitchen, I heard it too".

yeah heared that version too but nobody died in it an it was mentioned that the house of the family was close to a asylum D:

That story, though short and simple, still freaks me out

[Brown Sugar]

Sketchy, though I have heard that story before except it was a clown statue at the bottom of the kid's bed. Still good though!

 

I'll leave another one my friend told me (from memory, so it'll be written rather badly)

 

 

A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen, so she runs downstairs to meet her mother.

 

As she's running through the hallway, the door to the cupboard under the stairs opens, and a hand reaches out and pulls her in. It's her mother, she whispers to her child "don't go into the kitchen, I heard it too".

yeah heared that version too but nobody died in it an it was mentioned that the house of the family was close to a asylum D:

That story, though short and simple, still freaks me out

me too, whats really creepy too is that my house sounds like it's laid out the same way as the one in this story, there is a hallway with a kitchen at the end of it and to the right just before the kitchen is a cupboard that goes under my staircase although my house is only 12 years old and nobody has lived in it before me but still the similarities are creepy

 

also that stroy about the haunted hotle room creeped the f*ck out of me i didn't fully get it until a few minutes after i read when i realised that the second time he looked through the keyhole and just saw red was the ghosts eye, freaky stuff

[Quiteso]

Just read a good short "creepypasta"

 

 

Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for, or follow a specific thing through out the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. Its frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.

 

[Lithium]

Just read a good short "creepypasta"

 

 

Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for, or follow a specific thing through out the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. Its frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.

 

Haha thats quite clever. Someone post some more ghost stories...I like those!

[Quiteso]

You asked for it

 

 

THIS IS THE STORY OF A DAY WHERE THERE WAS ALL THIS BLOOD. A MAN WAS WALKING AROUND AND BLOOD STARTED COMING OUT OF HIM EVERYWHERE. THERE WAS SO MUCH BLOOD THAT IT FILLED UP AN ELEVATOR. HE WENT TO THE STORE AND THERE WAS JUST BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE! PEOPLE WERE SLIPPING IN IT AND THEY WERE ALL GROSSED OUT. HE TRIED TO GO SWIMMING AND ALL OF THE SHARKS WENT NUTS AND BITTENED EVERYBODY. HE GOT CHASED BY ALL THE VAMPIRES EVER. ONE TIME THE BLOOD GOT A KID AND A DOG. AT THE END OF THE DAY EVERYONE DECIDED THEY WOULD SEND HIM TO SPACE SO THAT HE WOULD STOP GETTING BLOOD EVERY WHERE. THE SCARIEST PART IS THAT THE MAN WAS YOU!!! (OR HE WAS A LADY IF YOU ARE A LADY) AND YOU FORGOT THAT THIS HAPPENED

 

but seriously I'll post any other good ones I find

 

Edit:

Righto this is a good one

 

 

You know how Fox has a weird way of counting Simpsons episodes? They refuse to count a couple of them, making the amount of episodes inconsistent. The reason for this is a lost episode from season 1.

 

Finding details about this missing episode is difficult, no one who was working on the show at the time likes to talk about it. From what has been pieced together, the lost episode was written entirely by Matt Groening. During production of the first season, Matt started to act strangely. He was very quiet, seemed nervous and morbid. Mentioning this to anyone who was present results in them getting very angry, and forbidding you to ever mention it to Matt. The episode’s production number was 7G44, the title was Dead Bart.

 

In addition to getting angry, asking anyone who was on the show about this will cause them to do everything they can to stop you from directly communicating with Matt Groening. At a fan event, I managed to follow him after he spoke to the crowd, and eventually had a chance to talk to him alone as he was leaving the building. He didn’t seem upset that I had followed him, probably expected a typical encounter with an obsessive fan. When I mentioned the lost episode though, all color drained from his face and he started trembling. When I asked him if he could tell me any details, he sounded like he was on the verge of tears. He grabbed a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to me. He begged me never to mention the episode again.

 

The piece of paper had a website address on it, I would rather not say what it was, for reasons you’ll see in a second. I entered the address into my browser, and I came to a site that was completely black, except for a line of yellow text, a download link. I clicked on it, and a file started downloading. Once the file was downloaded, my computer went crazy, it was the worst virus I had ever seen. System restore didn’t work, the entire computer had to be rebooted. Before doing this though, I copied the file onto a CD. I tried to open it on my now empty computer, and as I suspected, there was an episode of The Simpsons on it.

 

The episode started off like any other episode, but had very poor quality animation. If you’ve seen the original animation for Some Enchanted Evening, it was similar, but less stable. The first act was fairly normal, but the way the characters acted was a little off. Homer seemed angrier, Marge seemed depressed, Lisa seemed anxious, Bart seemed to have genuine anger and hatred for his parents.

 

The episode was about the Simpsons going on a plane trip, near the end of the first act, the plane was taking off. Bart was fooling around, as you’d expect. However, as the plane was about 50 feet off the ground, Bart broke a window on the plane and was sucked out.

 

At the beginning of the series, Matt had an idea that the animated style of the Simpsons’ world represented life, and that death turned things more realistic. This was used in this episode. The picture of Bart’s corpse was barely recognizable, they took full advantage of it not having to move, and made an almost photo-realistic drawing of his dead body.

 

Act one ended with the shot of Bart’s corpse. When act two started, Homer, Marge, and Lisa were sitting at their table, crying. The crying went on and on, it got more pained, and sounded more realistic, better acting than you would think possible. The animation started to decay even more as they cried, and you could hear murmuring in the background. This crying went on for all of act two.

 

Act three opened with a title card saying one year had passed. Homer, Marge, and Lisa were skeletally thin, and still sitting at the table. There was no sign of Maggie or the pets.

 

They decided to visit Bart’s grave. Springfield was completely deserted, and as they walked to the cemetery the houses became more and more decrepit. They all looked abandoned. When they got to the grave, Bart’s body was just lying in front of his tombstone, looking just like it did at the end of act one.

 

The family started crying again. Eventually they stopped, and just stared at Bart’s body. The camera zoomed in on Homer’s face. According to summaries, Homer tells a joke at this part, but it isn’t audible in the version I saw, you can’t tell what Homer is saying.

 

The view zoomed out as the episode came to a close. The tombstones in the background had the names of every Simpsons guest star on them. Some that no one had heard of in 1989, some that haven’t been on the show yet. All of them had death dates on them. For guests who died since, like Michael Jackson and George Harrison, the dates were when they would die.

 

You can try to use the tombstones to predict the death of living Simpsons guest stars, but there’s something odd about most of the ones who haven’t died yet. All of their deaths are listed as the same date.

 

 

A bit too un-believable but still a good read

[Brown Sugar]

seriously, if you want to be creeped out then i have 3 words, encyclopedia dramatica offended

 

check it out

[Quiteso]

Hoo... I think I'm pretty tolerant of 'shock' images but some of them are pretty horrible .

 

But really, this topic is more for stories/legends/etc. etc.

 

Here's a pretty interesting one:

 

"I Don't Sleep Anymore"

 

 

Earlier this week, on Sunday night, I had a dream in which I knew I was asleep. I was stood outside of my house in torrential rain at night and thought I needed to get inside in order to wake up. I approached the front door and placed my knuckles onto the door-window ready to knock. I knew that my next action would bring me one step closer to consciousness. The moment I knocked on the door, the thudding sound of the knock was so loud, so frightening and so real that it woke me from my sleep.

 

BANG BANG BANG

 

I jumped up immediately and listened out for a further knock at the door. I was roasting hot, sweating profusely and my heart was beating so hard, I don’t think I would have been able to tell the difference between a knock at the door and my thudding heart beat. After I came to my senses and realised that the possibility of the door knocking at the exact moment of dreaming it is incredibly low, I fell back to sleep.

 

Monday, the very following night, I had the same dream. Right back outside the front of the house in the pouring rain again, intensely staring at the house. I slowly walked to the front door, this time it was open. I walked in and went straight into the kitchen. I opened the cutlery drawer and pulled out the largest meat knife I have. I looked into my reflection through the blade of the knife.

 

If you stare directly into the reflection of your eyes for long enough, eventually it will hit you that someone is looking at you. You know it’s your reflection, but for just a second, you forget and become self conscious, as if it’s somebody else behind your reflection’s eyes. It didn’t take a second of looking at my reflection through the blade to realise that somebody else was looking back. The moment I realised it was somebody else wearing my grin in the reflection, I slammed the cutlery drawer shut.

 

BANG

 

Again, I shot up out of bed. The sound of the metal clanging in the drawer as it abruptly closed was so defined and so crystal clear, it couldn’t have been a dream. Really spooked this time, I went downstairs into the kitchen. I was half asleep and had to check. I opened the cutlery drawer. I was relieved to find the knife still in the drawer. I closed it and went back to bed. It took a little longer this time, but I fell asleep.

 

Tuesday night, my dream started with that grin in the reflection. From the look in his eyes, I could tell that the man in the reflection knew he was looking back at someone confused and scared. I found myself looking into the reflection of the knife, already in my hand, while stood outside of my house in the rain. The front door was open again. I walked into the house, directly up the stairs and into my bedroom. I looked at the bed and saw someone sleeping in it. It was me.

 

I knew what I was going to do, but also knew that I couldn’t stop myself. Instead, I kept think over and over again “Wake up”. My emotions were both in two extremes at once. I was terrified, but at the same time I was thrilled and excited to kill. “WAKE UP!”

 

I shot right out of bed and stood up. I was absolutely drenched in sweat, roasting hot, but relieved to find nobody stood in front of me with a knife. It took a few seconds to realise that I was gripping something tight in my hand. I knew what it was even before I looked down at it and saw my reflection in it. It was the meat knife, and this time the reflection in it looked terrified.

 

I don’t sleep anymore.

 

[Abel.]

 

this slenderman thing is certainly f*cking me up i can't stop reading things about it, here are a few:

 

link 1

link 2

link 3

Those stories are pretty crazy! Damn pedo stick man..

It's pretty amazing that all these tales stem from a single Forum Topic.

 

http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthrea...3#post361861415

 

That's the topic wherein Old Slender was born.

 

Remember the removed Wikipedia article concerning the Slenderman "legend", well, here are the pictures used, and the captions, blatantly nicked from the aforementioned forum :

 

http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthrea...3#post361861415

 

Edit: see the post below the pictures...

Edited August 21, 2010 by elanman

[ThePhenom92]

You guys are gonna like this one, The Rake, and it is a creature, not a Tom and Jerry "run into it and smack yourself in the face" rake.

 

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.

 

Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of thier enounters with a creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

 

In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some exceprts from their upcoming book.

 

The Rake

 

A Suicide Note: 1964

 

As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.

 

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.

 

‘Dearest Linnie,

I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’

 

A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880

 

I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).

 

A Mariner’s Log: 1691

 

He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.

 

From a Witness: 2006

 

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

 

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

 

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

 

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

 

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.

 

I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

 

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

 

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

 

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

 

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

 

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

 

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

 

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

 

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

 

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

 

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.

 

Source: The Rake

[Blingy]

Wowzer. Reading through this topic has scared the funk out of me, but the Pokemon story scared the f*ck out of me. Knowing something like that exists, and what it stands for. I red the story about 15 minutes ago and I showed my friend. "id destroy it".

 

 

[Robinski]

Marble Hornets Update!

Get f*cking ready!

 

 

Just thought I'd bump this up to bring your attention to the MH developments. The official twitter account has recently been updated twice. Most speculation is that a new series is imminent.

 

Strap yourself in.

 

 

[Menaced]

My neighbors house has some scary tales, all of which I believe are true.

 

For years it has been haunted by a ghost named "Martha". A lot of strange things have happened in the house, including people waking up with scratches and scars on their backs, and my dad has seen the ghost clear as day when doing some labour work in one of the bedrooms. He described her as a victorian-looking, round-faced lady.

 

Apparently, my dad was fixing some curtains in the bedroom when suddenly he got an eerie sense somebody was watching him, so he instinctively turned around and found a lady watching him from the banister. My dad stared back at the woman, slowly dropped his work tools, left the bedroom and calmly walked downstairs. He looked back quickly to check if she had gone, but she remained at the top of the banister watching my dad. My dad was pretty shaken afterwards and had to have a few glasses of water and a few cigarettes to calm down - and it takes a lot to scare my dad. Soon after, my neighbors daughter went upstairs to check if she was still there, but she had vanished.

 

The next day, my dad returned to the bedroom to find the entity had not left. He was constructing a wardrobe for my neighbor when suddenly his pencil, which was balanced on his ear, flicked off and fell to the floor. My dad was 100% percent sure it didn't drop off and said it was flicked, as it flew up in the air before falling to the floor.

 

It is thought that building work disturbs the ghost and makes it more active, as it has appeared countless times before when others have been doing work at the house.

[.2D]

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

 

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

 

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

 

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”

 

Had me freaked out for a while. Anyways, any of you guys ever read about Squidward's suicide? that story was quite nasty.

Hahaha, That ones pretty good

[Brown Sugar]

here are a few i just found on a website with loads of them, here's the link

 

Reflection

One cold winter night, sixteen year old Katie was home alone. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party. It had been snowing all that afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a few hours she decided to relax a little. She made some popcorn, got a nice thick blanket and laid back on the couch to watch some TV in the living room. The television was positioned in front of one side of the glass sliding door that lead to a patio and the back yard. By midnight Katie’s parents still hadn’t come home and she was gripped with fear because from the corner of her eye she could have sworn she caught a glimpse of a very strange looking man staring at her standing outside the glass door behind the television. Terrified, she panicked, pulled blanket up over her head and grabbed the cordless phone that was by her side.

 

Katie called the police and, as luck would have it, there was a patrol car not far from her house. In a few minutes police are on the scene and Katie told them about the strange man who was standing outside, staring in through the glass.

 

The police opened the glass sliding door and looked around. After a few moments they turned around and explained to her that there could not have been anyone standing out there, as there would be footprints in the snow. The cops tell her that she is probably just tired and her imagination had got the better of her. Katie began to feel relieved, but still a little shaken. As the police officers are about to leave, one of them stopped and looked behind the couch Katie was sitting on. His jaw dropped and skin went pale. Katie noticed the man’s reaction and jumped up to look too. She saw what made the officer react that way. There were wet footprints on the carpet behind the couch. She hadn’t seen the man outside the door, she’d seen his reflection when he was standing behind her.

 

sh*tai and O'lwa

This is a story of darkest woe. In ancient Japan there lived a vicious husband called sh*tai who by his actions, turned his wife into a ghost. His unfortunate wife’s name was O’lwa and he murdered her because he desired another woman. His wife had barely risen from child birth when her deceitful husband sh*tai poisoned which caused her hair to fall out in bloody handfuls, her eyes to bulge from their sockets and her pretty mouth to blacken. With certain death overcoming her she realized to her utter horror that her husband had poisoned her. In her despair, she killed her newborn and herself.

 

sh*tai felt no remorse, for now he could do as he wished, or so he thought. He soon found that his dirty deed had a terrifying price.

 

With a ghoul’s fury, O’lwa appeared to him everywhere as a furious spirit.

 

Everything he looked at assumed the staring ghostly face of O’lwa mouthing curses at the deceitful geezer. If he walked in the garden he would find her there wailing over the lifeless body of their child.

 

Her bitter accusations sounded ceaselessly in his ears.

 

Defiant and undeterred, sh*tai married his young mistress thinking that O’lwa would realize the futility of further hauntings.

 

On the day of his wedding, he lifted his lover’s bridal veil only to find O’lwa’s ghostly image looking back at him in ghoulish disgust.

 

Instantly, sh*tai drew his sword and beheaded the terrifying specter. Silence fell on the gathering as to everyone’s total dismay he had murdered his bride, not the ghost.

 

 

these are going to be a lot better now than they were when this topic originally startedbecause it gets dark at 5pm now where i live

[chennaz321]

ENTRY 27 IS HERE!

I guess some of you guys will know, but the series is starting again, as predicted by Robinski,

[agent17]

Glad to see I wasn't the only one aware of this. I recently caught on with the Slender man myth a few weeks ago. I was surprised to see the Marble Hornets twitter account was active. I waited patiently until the 23rd for the new video. I am eagerly awaiting more.

 

Probably be a new one next week.

[Harrisboy]

There is a place called Epping Forest in Essex.. If you go there at night it is pretty scary. There is also an incline called "Hangmans Hill", where you appear to roll up the hill in a car. Apparently it's just an illusion but when you're there, you would swear it's uphill.

[NickRad]

Edit:If you want to read more about this story follow this link Clicky

Edited December 19, 2010 by NickRad

[t3h PeNgU1N oF d00m]

Nevermind. Some fag removed my post.

Edited December 22, 2010 by codyr783

[OysterBarron]

This is the only legend i know of. this place is only up the road from me. Ive gone to the church a few times but the rectory has been knocked down witch used to be on the opposite side of the road. I looked into this and the land for the rectory stretched all the way down the side of this settlement and has maps showing where certain apiristions were seen on the land. Recently the barn you see on the opposite side of the lake infront of the church near the start of the video has been renovated and upon doing so uncovered 2 unidentified bodys.

 

Once when i went there i met some ghost hunters. They had bugged the door to the church and said they have heard it open a couple of times and at one point the bug was thrown off of the door on other occasions they have been there.

 

 

 

 

 

Some of the ghostly writing on the wall a researcher wrote back in hope of replys!

 

cant find the map of sightings at the moment.

[ZombieFrogger]

man most of these realy got me hooked, especialy that Slender man one, Someone post that squidward suicide one, that would be intresting.

[agent17]

Creepypasta:

 

"A FEW YEARS AGO A MAN WAS WALKING DOWN A ROAD BECAUSE HIS CAR BROKE DOWN AND HE SAW A CAR COMING UP BEHIND HIM SO HE STUCK OUT HIS THUMB TO HITCH HIKE AND THE CAR STOPPED AHEAD OF HIM. HE RAN UP TO THE PASSENGER SIDE AND OPENED THE DOOR. WHEN HE OPENED THE DOOR A SKELETON POPPED OUT!"

 

That's all I've got.

[Weirdo.]

ONE REMINDER: None of the stuff said below is in my own words, but instead are the words of an intern at Nickelodeon.

 

I want to start off by saying that if you want an answer at the end, prepare to be disappointed. There isn’t one.

I was an intern at Nickelodeon Studios for a year in 2005 for my degree in animation. It wasn’t paid, of course, but most internships aren’t. It did have some perks beyond education, though. To adults, it might not seem like a big one, but most kids at the time would have sh*t themselves over it. Since I worked directly with the editors and animators, I got to view the new episodes days before they were aired.

I’ll get right to it without giving too many unnecessary details. They had very recently made the Spongebob movie, and the entire staff was somewhat sapped of creativity, so it took them a little longer to start up the new season, but the delay lasted longer for more upsetting reasons. There was a problem with the season four premiere that set everyone and everything back for several months.

 

Two other interns and I were in the editing room along with the lead animators and sound editors for the final cut. We received the copy that was supposed to be “Fear of a Krabby Patty,” and gathered around the screen to watch. Now, given that it isn’t final yet, animators often put up a mock title card as a little inside joke, with phony, often times lewd titles, such as “How Sex Doesn’t Work” instead of “Rock-a-by-Bialve”, the episode where Spongebob and Patrick adopt a baby Sea Scallop. There’s nothing particularly funny except for a few work-related chuckles. So, when we saw the title card, “Squidward’s Suicide,” we didn’t think it more than a morbid joke. One of the interns did a small throat laugh at it. The happy-go-lucky music played as normal.

 

The story began with Squidward practicing his clarinet, hitting a few sour notes as normal. We hear Spongebob laughing outside and Squidward stops, yelling at him to keep it down as he had a concert that night and needed to practice. Spongebob complies and goes to see Sandy with Patrick. The bubbles splash screen comes up and we see the ending of Squidward’s concert. This is where things begin to seem off. While playing, a few frames repeat themselves, but the sound doesn’t (at this point, sound is synced up with animation, so yes that’s not common), but when he stops playing the sound finishes as if the skip never happened. There is a slight murmuring in the crowd before they begin to boo him. This wasn’t the normal cartoon booing that’s common in the show. You could clearly hear malice in it. Squidward was in full frame and looked visibly afraid. The shot goes to the crowd, with Spongebob in center frame. He, too, is booing, which is very much unlike him. That isn’t the oddest thing, though. What’s odd is that everyone had hyper-realistic eyes. They were very detailed. They weren’t shots of real peoples’ eyes, but something a bit more real than CGI. The pupils were read, too. Some of us looked at each other, obviously confused, but since we weren’t the writers we didn’t question its appeal to children… yet.

 

The shot goes to Squidward as he sat on the edge of his bed, looking very forlorn. The view out of his porthole window was of a night sky, so it wasn’t very long after the concert. At this point, there was no sound. There was LITERALLY no sound. There wasn’t even feedback from the speakers in the room. It was as if the speakers were turned off, though their status showed them working perfectly. He simply sat there, blinking, in this silence for about thirty seconds, until he began to sob softly. He put his tentacles over his eyes and cried quietly for a full minute more, all the while a sound in the background slowly growing from nothing to barely audible. It sounded like a slight breeze through a forest.

The screen slowly began to zoom in on his face. By slowly, I mean it was only noticeable if you look at shots ten seconds apart side by side. His sobbing got louder and more full of hurt and anger. The screen twitches a bit for a split second, as if it twisted in on itself, then returned to normal. The wind-through-the-trees sound got slowly louder and more severe, as if a storm was brewing somewhere. The eerie part was that this sound and Squidward’s sobbing sounded real, as if the sound wasn’t coming from the speakers but as if the speakers were holes the sound was coming through from the other side. As good quality as the studio likes to have, they don’t purchase the equipment to be that good to produce sound of that quality.

 

Below the sound of the wind and sobbing – very faint – something sounded like laughing. It came at odd intervals and never lasted more than a second, so you had a hard time pinning it. After 30 seconds of this, the screen blurred and twitched violently as something flashed over the screen – as if one single frame was replaced. The lead animation editor paused and rewound frame by frame, and what we saw was horrible. It was a still photo of a dead child. He couldn’t have been more than six years old. The face was mangled and bloodied, and one eye was popped and dangling over his upturned face. He was naked, down to his underwear, and his stomach was crudely cut open with his entrails lying beside him. He was lying on some pavement that was probably a road. The most upsetting part was that there was the shadow of the photographer. There was no crime tape, no evidence bags or markers, and the angle was completely off for a shot designed to be evidence. It would seem the photographer was the person responsible for the child’s death.

 

We were, of course, mortified, but pressed on, hoping it was just a sick joke. The screen flipped back to Squidward, still sobbing. He was louder than before, and only half of his body was in the frame. There was now what appeared to be blood running down his face from his eyes. The blood was also done in a hyperrealistic style; looking as if you touched it you’d get blood on your fingers. The wind sounded now as if it were a gale blowing through a forest; there were even snapping sounds of branches. The laughing, a deep baritone, lasted at longer intervals and came more frequently. After about twenty seconds, the screen again twisted and showed a single frame photo. The editor was reluctant to go back, as we all were, but he knew he had to.

 

This time, the photo was that of what appeared to be a little girl no older than the first child. She was lying on her stomach, her barrettes in a pool of blood next to her. Her left eye was, too, popped out, and she was naked except for underpants. Her entrails were piled on top of her above a crude cut along her back. Again, the body was on the street and the photographer’s shadow was visible. It was very similar in size and shape to the first. I had to choke back vomit and one intern, the only female in the room, ran out.

The show resumed. About five seconds after this second photo played, all sound stopped, like it was when this scene started. He put his tentacles down and his eyes were done in hyperrealism like the others were in the beginning of this episode. They were bleeding, bloodshot, and pulsating. He stared at the screen, as if watching the viewer. After ten seconds, he started sobbing, though not covering his eyes. The sound was piercing and loud, and most fear inducing of all was his sobbing; it was mixed with screams. Tears and blood were dripping down his face at a heavy rate. The wind sound came back, and so did the deep-voiced laughing. The next still photo lasted for a good five frames. The animator was able to stop it on the fourth and backed up. This time, the photo was of a boy, about the same age as the other children, but the scene was different. The entrails were just being pulled out from a stomach wound by a large hand, and the right eye was popped and dangling with blood trickling down it. The animator proceeded. It was hard to believe, but the next one was different, though we couldn’t tell how. He went on to the next, and it was the same thing. Then he went back to the first and played them quicker. I lost it, vomiting on the floor.

 

The animating and sound editors were gasping at the screen. The five frames were not as if they were five different photos. They were played out as if they were frames from a video. We saw the hand slowly lift out the guts, we saw the kid’s eyes focus on it, and we even saw two frames of the kid beginning to blink. The lead sound editor told us to stop. He had to call in the creator to see it. Mr. Hillenburg arrived within fifteen minutes. He was confused as to why he was called down there, so the editor continued the episode.

 

 

Once the few frames were shown, all screaming, all sound again stopped. Squidward was staring at the viewer, his entire face in the frame, for about three seconds. The shot quickly panned out and that deep voice said, “DO IT.” The next thing we see is a shotgun in Squidward’s hands. He immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splattered the wall and bed behind him, and he flies back from the force. The last five seconds of the episode show his body on the bed, on his side, with one eye dangling on what’s left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it. Then the episode ends.

Mr. Hillenburg was obviously angry about it. He demanded to know what the hell was going on. Most people left the room at that point, so it was just a handful of us to watch it again. Viewing the episode twice only served to imprint the entirety of it into my mind and caused me horrible nightmares. I’m sorry I stayed.

 

The only theory we could think of was that someone in the chain from the drawing studio to here edited the file. The CTO was called in to analyze when it happened. The analysis of the file did show it was edited over by new material, however, the timestamp of it happening was a mere 24 seconds before we began viewing it. All equipment involved was examined for foreign software and hardware, as well as glitches – as if the time stamp may have glitched and showed the wrong time – but everything checked out fine. We don’t know what happened, and to this day, nobody does. There was an investigation due to the nature of the photos, but nothing came of it. No child seen was identified and no clues were gathered from the data involved or physical clues in the photos. I never believed in unexplainable phenomena before, but now that I have… If something happens and I can’t prove anything about it beyond anecdotal evidence, I think twice about things.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THEN LIEK 23 SKELETONS POPPED OUT.

 

FIN

Edited December 21, 2010 by Weirdo.

[McReary7772]

Creepypasta:

 

"A FEW YEARS AGO A MAN WAS WALKING DOWN A ROAD BECAUSE HIS CAR BROKE DOWN AND HE SAW A CAR COMING UP BEHIND HIM SO HE STUCK OUT HIS THUMB TO HITCH HIKE AND THE CAR STOPPED AHEAD OF HIM. HE RAN UP TO THE PASSENGER SIDE AND OPENED THE DOOR. WHEN HE OPENED THE DOOR A SKELETON POPPED OUT!"

 

That's all I've got.

LOL That was great

[CongaRats629]

This one night, I was awoken to the site of some nasty junkie chick standing at the foot of my bed -- bitch was completely out of it. I kicked that f*cker square in the face, all by reflex 'n' sh*t.

 

KAPOW!

[ZombieFrogger]

 

ONE REMINDER: None of the stuff said below is in my own words, but instead are the words of an intern at Nickelodeon.

 

 

 

THEN LIEK 23 SKELETONS POPPED OUT.

 

FIN

Thanks for posting that Squidwards suicide, i wouldnt be surprised if he did actualy kill himself, the characters always has a Dull down personality, and nothing ever goes his way. But i guess Since its a kids cartoon nothing could be sure about if its real

Edited December 21, 2010 by ZombieFrogger

[KING OF THE LEMURS]

Damn, these are scary! Good job guys finding these and posting em.

[Tommy-Vercetti19]

We were actually sharing paranormal stories yesterday for a free class. Here's one a friend told me. Not exactly scary but freaky!

 

My friend Kim has a niece, but when she was born she never got to see her grandparents. Her parents never ever spoke about her grand parents around her and i'm pretty sure no one ever did either. But one night the picture of the grand parents fell onto the ground and she said to her mum + dad. I think "insert grand parents name here, i cant remember" wants to talk to you because the picture fell. They were all in shock.

Pretty weird alright.