[Cubanwhip]

Creepypasta? Well, that's just 4chan terminology, but that's not important. The point is that this collectively puts together as many short, creepy, scary stories as humanly possible. So it can be read, late at night, back to back and reduce your sleep to nothing. Although it doesn't always have to be written on your own, and can be a story you found somewhere online, if you are copy and pasting it, be sure to say you are and make sure if you are, it's especially scary. Try to make your own though.

Anyways, table of contents (thanks to the original designer who did The Forum Library):

Original's:

Author	Story
Chickstick	The Little Man
Cubanwhip	Midnight Delights
Oblivionz	The Other Watcher
Vercetti21	The Tunnel

Creepypasta's:

Author	Story
Chickstick	Freakshow
Cubanwhip	The Negative Spot
Cubanwhip	Two Mirror Copy's
Vercetti21	Did You Ever Think?

"The Negative Spot"
(Original)(Creepypasta)

Look behind you. What do you see? Invariably, there will be a wall somewhere in your view. Now stare deeply into the space on the wall that lines up best with your eyes. Nothing will happen, but makes sure you are clear on where this particular spot is. That spot contains all the negativity in your mind. Whenever you are on your computer, reading scary stories or whatever you do, sometimes you will get spooked. what do you do when this happens. You check behind you, thats what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will come over you. Check the spot. Nothing again, huh? Thats because right now, all the evil is locked safely in your mind. Some people, upon learning of this "negative spot" resolve to remove the spot in an attempt to remove the negative energy. This is a grave mistake. You must never let harm come to this spot. If you do, you will have released the energy. Now when you sit at your computer at night, you will feel chills even in the summer time. The feeling of dread that only presented itself when you were genuinely scared will now hang in the air constantly. Within a week you and your loved ones will have a string of bad luck. Within a month your computer will begin to act erratic and eventually break down. On the anniversary of the spots destruction, you will dream of your most horrible fears. The dream will seem to go on forever, and when you wake up you will notice your vision has darkened. Every year on the same day, the dream will repeat itself, and your vision will grow darker and darker. After you go totally blind, don't ever turn your back on that spot again. That is if you can still tell where it is.

This post has been edited by Cubanwhip on Friday, Jun 20 2008, 21:24

[poikly]

(Gone)

This post has been edited by poikly on Tuesday, Feb 12 2008, 18:37

[Oblivionz]

I love teh creepypasta.
Here's an original one that I posted on 4chan some time ago.


The Other Watcher

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."

[Chickstick]

QUOTE (poikly @ Feb 11 2008, 18:59)

squeezing people to death.

He he.

Your Own Personal Hell
Original

The flames burn you, just as they have for years on end. You are led through a tunnel of despair- all around you are the tortured screams of the damned, crying out for salvation from their endless pain. You reach the end of this tunnel, and are greeted by the sight you have seen a thousand times or more, but will never get used to. Your soul mate, your Diana, reaching out for you, her screams filling your ears as her heart is devoured inside of her. She stops screaming, shakes, and dies. You burst into tears, despite the fact you know full well that she'll be alive again, and suffer again, in an hour or so. You are led away by your tormentor, back to your own personal hell, where those closest to you are tortured due to sins you committed in life. You fall to the floor and weep. You hope and pray for death.

[sweetharmony]

QUOTE (Cubanwhip @ Feb 11 2008, 05:01)

Creepypasta? Well, that's just 4chan terminology, but that's not important. The point is that this collectively puts together as many short, creepy, scary stories as humanly possible. So it can be read, late at night, back to back and reduce your sleep to nothing. Although it doesn't always have to be written on your own, and can be a story you found somewhere online, if you are copy and pasting it, be sure to say you are and make sure if you are, it's especially scary. Try to make your own though. Anyways, table of contents (thanks to the original designer who did The Forum Library): Original's: Author Story Cubanwhip The Negative Spot Copy's: Author Story "The Negative Spot" (Original) Look behind you. What do you see? Invariably, there will be a wall somewhere in your view. Now stare deeply into the space on the wall that lines up best with your eyes. Nothing will happen, but makes sure you are clear on where this particular spot is. That spot contains all the negativity in your mind. Whenever you are on your computer, reading scary stories or whatever you do, sometimes you will get spooked. what do you do when this happens. You check behind you, thats what you do. As you read this now, a feeling of dread will come over you. Check the spot. Nothing again, huh? Thats because right now, all the evil is locked safely in your mind. Some people, upon learning of this "negative spot" resolve to remove the spot in an attempt to remove the negative energy. This is a grave mistake. You must never let harm come to this spot. If you do, you will have released the energy. Now when you sit at your computer at night, you will feel chills even in the summer time. The feeling of dread that only presented itself when you were genuinely scared will now hang in the air constantly. Within a week you and your loved ones will have a string of bad luck. Within a month your computer will begin to act erratic and eventually break down. On the anniversary of the spots destruction, you will dream of your most horrible fears. The dream will seem to go on forever, and when you wake up you will notice your vision has darkened. Every year on the same day, the dream will repeat itself, and your vision will grow darker and darker. After you go totally blind, don't ever turn your back on that spot again. That is if you can still tell where it is.

freaky as

[Cubanwhip]

@Poikly: Sure, this thread is open for everyone to contribute, but just make sure it isn't a sh*tty one and one you tried doing. If any come off as a joke or plain stupid, it's not going into the table of contents. Also, to help you a bit on yours, think of something better than 'squeezed to death', doesn't sound as scary as maybe stabbed or gouged.

@Oblivionz: ...Oh really...that's original...I've seen that so many times, but you know what, I'll give it to you...you'll get away this time.

@Chickstick: Pretty good. Try more creepy and scary, less tormenting and bawww.

This thread isn't going to be some crappy inventory of every story that comes through. At first, probably all stories will end up on the table, but I'm not going to stick hundred upon thousands on there. I may select some people to judge the stories or something on a creepy scale and the good ones go on the table. If you really want to read the others, you can always browse through the thread late at night and have a specially creepy night.

[Chickstick]

QUOTE (Cubanwhip @ Feb 11 2008, 20:39)

@Chickstick: Pretty good. Try more creepy and scary, less tormenting and bawww.

Sure, man, sure. I've read through it again and realised just how not scary it actually was. Remove it from the table if you want; I'll try and contribute something tomorrow that's a bit creepier.

[Eminence]

Oh man, that's some spooky sh*t.

[Cubanwhip]

Alright Chickstick, I'll be eager to see what's in store.

[sweetharmony]

ok this isn't really a proper story but more a urban ledgend i heard (it's utter bullsh*t but preety scary)

But basically in a small town in wales A young boy is repeatedly mutilated and raped by his father. The boy isn't let out and his mind warps that his lifestyle is the normal for humanity. The boys face is slashed up leaving long permanent scars across his face. He is msierable however after one dull and hazy afternoon he decides for payback. The boy has enough. His father goes inside the boy to start the raping process but at his dads ultimate climax the boy turns round and rips it off. The dad screams and the boy bears down on his dad ripping him to pieces

30 years later

The boy is now a full grown man and is 40. He is single and still lives in his dads house. The boy soon goes on his own rampage mutilating and raping before finally killing a number off people (inncluding a baby girl, 2 twin boys, a father, a mother and a teenage girl). The police launch an investigation and the boy is caught out. The boy is taken to be prosecuted and the police ask him why he did what he did to which he replys.
"All i wanted was a family that loved and understood the pain i went through as a kid" The boy then smiled and faced his punishment




there not very good but preety good story idea

[sweetharmony]

QUOTE (Oblivionz @ Feb 11 2008, 19:04)

They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

you mean they were albino?????

[Chickstick]

My second (hopefully better than the first) attempt.

The Little Man
Original

I first saw the little man when I was serving in Vietnam. It was a hot day, as it usually was during the summer, and my platoon were driving back to our camp when I saw him. A small man stood by the side of the road. He was dressed in a standard infantryman's uniform, but his face scared me no end. He was pale, with what looked like red eyes (that was the thing that scared me about him), and his lips were curled into the most awful smile I'd ever seen. He looked like a dead man.

I turned around to ask if anyone else in the truck we were travelling in knew who this lone guy was, standing by the side of the road, when the driver blacked out. Even now, we don't know why he did this. The truck skidded off the road, and I fell from the back, hit my head on a rock, and the next thing I remember I was in a hospital bed back in the States. They told me I was the only survivor of the crash- the truck had driven into a shed full of fuel and exploded. I was too numb still to be affected by this. All I could think about was the little man.

Eventually I was discharged and sent home to Denver. I boarded the train, and all went well for a few hours until the food trolley came down the aisle. I glanced up and stared at the man's face in horror- pale skin, red eyes, that awful smile. It was the same man I'd seen in 'Nam. I jumped out of my seat and sprinted to the front of the train, where I waited nervously for five minutes until the train pulled in at a station. I walked down to the platform and breathed a sigh of relief as the train pulled away. I was still stood there like that when the train crashed.

Less than two minutes after I had got off, the train had gone into a tunnel and met another train going the opposite way head-on. I knew now what the little man was trying to do. He was trying to kill me.

Time passed, and I had eventually gone six months without seeing the little man. It was a crisp winter evening, and I was driving down a lonely country road on the way to my sister's house for Christmas, when my headlights fell upon a lone figure at the side of the road. It was the little man.

I flipped. Turning the steering wheel as hard as I could, I veered crazily towards the little man. I wanted to kill him, and I was so happy when I felt the thud and saw his limp body fly into the air behind me; a feeling of elation which didn't last long as a second later I crashed into a huge Oak tree.

Somehow, I was still alive, and was taken to the hospital nearby. Sometime after the accident, I woke up and was told I needed an urgent operation to remove a piece of bone which had pierced my left lung. I gave my consent for the operation to go ahead and was wheeled through into the surgery.

The nurse gave me the sleeping gas and said, "You're in safe hands. Dr Fillingham is one of the best in the business. Oh, here he comes now."

I was drowsy, but still heard the doctor enter. He peered into my eyes, his face less than two inches from mine, and removed his face mask. He had pale skin, those maddening red eyes and that smile... oh, dear God, that smile.

He winked and chuckled, "Soon have you up and running again, eh?"
He snapped the mask back on and ordered the nurse to give me some more sleeping gas. The last thing I saw before I lost consciousness was the face of the little man.

****************************
Not brilliant, but I quite like the idea. The ending ruins it for me- I just couldn't think of a suitable way in which to write it. I'll have another go soon- I won't rest until I've written something which is actually scary!

[Vercetti21]

"The Tunnel"
(Original)

Darkness. I gasp for my last breath, and the light suddenly returns to my blurred vision. I stand to my feet when I realize I have been on my back for quite some time, but pause when I see the paramedic rushing towards me. "This man needs attention!" he shouts, running full speed in my direction. What is he talking about? Where am I? How did I get here?

I can pick out the little details, but things that at one time were understandable to me where suddenly beyond my comprehension. It's nighttime - the illuminated flashing lights of the ambulance make it obvious. But I can just barely spot the red and blue colors, and all sound is faint to my ears.

The paramedic is still running, getting closer and closer until he runs - through me? What the hell? "Where are you going? I'm right here!" He can't seem to hear me. Instead he runs to the side of the dead man who was just killed in the car accident. At least, he looks to be dead. His body is shriveled and lifeless, soaking in a pool of his own crimson blood.

I turn to see a hooded figure staring at me, and I soon realize that he is the only one. The only one who can see or understand me; the only one who seems to notice my presence, and vice versa. "Come, it is time." He outstretches his hand to me, and I reach for it. My sense of touch is gone, and my sight and hearing are slowly fading. I look to the man's body one last time and see that it belongs to me - but I am no longer confined to it.

I don't care much, either. For the dead feel no emotion, nor connection to this earth. There are far better things for me in the next world. At least, that's what the figure tells me as we stroll into the darkness, away from my scene of death. We don't walk for very long until we approach an empty tunnel, where the figure tells me I must go alone. So I continue on without any questions, and make my way into the abyss.

I spot a faint light at the end, but the tunnel gets even more narrow as I walk through it, and looks as though I will not fit. Words cannot describe how I physically make my way through it, but I do. The tunnel continues to shrink as I move, and I am forced to crawl through, reaching for the light with all of my strength. It isn't long before I am pulled into the white light by the man on the other side. Is this heaven?

Why am I crying? Isn't heaven a wonderful place? No - not this again. This is no heaven; it is simply a white room. The man holds me in his arms and observes me before he hands me to my mother. "It's a boy!" And then I realize it, knowing that it will soon be forgotten. We humans are just prisoners, confined to this mortal world of sin and vice. A world where the good are never rewarded, nor are the evil ever punished. The tunnel is simply a passage from one life to the next. There is no escape.

This post has been edited by Vercetti21 on Monday, Feb 11 2008, 23:42

[Oblivionz]

QUOTE (Cubanwhip @ Feb 11 2008, 15:39)

@Oblivionz: ...Oh really...that's original...I've seen that so many times, but you know what, I'll give it to you...you'll get away this time..

I said I posted it on 4chan a few years back, not anytime recently.
It's original, trust me.

Off-topic, but when are we going to start up our group chats? I haven't seen everyone on lately.
Hint at Andy.

[longkissgoodnight]

Hey Cuban - I am not here to start any trouble but there is something that I would like to ask you. It has nothing to do but this Creepypasta but I would like to hear your answer to my question. My question is: are you planning on writing a sequel to The Conclusion? If yes - when and if no why not?

[Cubanwhip]

@Chickstick: Much, much better. Had me spooked, but for some reason, the whole "little man" thing just doesn't fit. Saying a "little man" is following you doesn't sound as scary as let's say a bandaged man with piercing red eyes or a man covered in pussy warts. I don't know. But it works.

@Vercetti21: Hmmm, as I read it, I wasn't too spooked. It seemed like that whole cliche of the ghost looking onto his dead body and realizing he's dead, but the tunnel twist at the end made up for that cliche.

@Longkissgoodnight: I have 1/4 of it written and I'll think about releasing or whatever. If I want to write it.

We got a good collection going so far. Much more stories than I thought when I created this. I thought this would just get shrugged off and what not. Nice to see people contribute. Anyways, I got some Creepypasta I just found on 4chan I thought I'd contribute here...

"Two Mirror Copy's"
(Creepypasta)

All mirrors are actually windows to another world.
This world cannot be reached, and shouldn't be reached, as all our mirror-selves are extremely malicious.
Try watching the edge of the mirror after sneaking into a room.
If you're good enough, you can see your reflection, pressing against the glass.


The images we see in the mirror are the pure incarnates of evil. They are only allowed to exist in the area reflected in the glass. To them, life is like a neverending hell, rotting away in the same room day after day. The only release from this purgatory is death, and the only way for them to die, sad to say, is if YOU die.

Fortunately, they are bound by a code. You are their master, and they must mirror your every movement and expression. To do otherwise would break an unbreakable law, unravelling the space-time continuum. However, there is a loophole, and it can only be triggered by you, the master. To force them into error is to free them from their contract; after you let them out of your view, you're on your own. Know this: when you watch them, they're watching you back. They're watching. And they're thinking.

[Vercetti21]

Well, "The Tunnel" is meant to be more bizarre than just plain old scary. People fear the unknown, and I wanted to explore the unknown without taking away from the mysteriousness.

I like the mirror one. I read it a long time ago, but I like it.

[Chickstick]

QUOTE (Cubanwhip @ Feb 12 2008, 02:13)

Saying a "little man" is following you doesn't sound as scary as let's say a bandaged man with piercing red eyes

I like it. I'll edit that in later, if that's alright.

[poikly]

Sorry, I wrote it in five minutes. I rushed it so I forgot to put in detail. I meant, squeezed her neck, to strangle her and with all the pressure, blow her head off which will kill her.

[Oblivionz]

Well, here's a copy I seen on /x/ a while ago.

Angel

A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have an angel statue."

The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No angel staue was ever found.


I've always enjoyed that one, one of the first creepypasta stories I've ever read.