Plus each description keeps saying how the objects mustn’t come together, ever, and yet it gives you step-by-step instructions on how to bring them together, as well as references to things like how others are searching for these items as well, and how they/They will know you’re looking and will be hunting for you. So if you start, you almost have to keep going, perhaps bringing about the reunion of the objects with what might have been the best of intentions.
It’s a site about the containment of objects that prohibit or alter societal “normalcy.” IOW, it’s a joke site filled with nightmare/paranoia fuel, and some humour. For reference see SCP-504, which is all about containing tomatoes so they can’t be thrown at really bad jokes.
Yes, I had a suspicion it might perhaps not all be totally factual accounts, but it’s just such a monumental creative effort to bring all of that together, there’s such a load of ideas, some of them pretty good, original and inventive, and they’re all just sitting there for no apparent reason alone. I guess that’s just the internet for you, producing the occasional gem in all of its anarchy through a purely random collation of individual ideas without much, if any, direction or goal-orientation – like a story that writes itself just for the reason of doing so.
I felt that way about CreepyPasta.
Creepy, but in a totally different way from most of the other stuff in this thread:
I was shopping at Old Navy the other day, and in the stores they play those commercials with the creepy talking manequins. The little girl mannequin couldn’t decide which wonderful Old Navy product she wanted to wear, so the mom said “Don’t worry, I brought you an extra torso!”.
This same thing played 4 or 5 times while I was in there. “Don’t worry…I brought you an extra torso.” How is that NOT creepy?
:eek:
Yeah, I’m going to be sleeping with a light on tonight!!:eek:
So all the phones in my house just turned on. Like, connected like I hit the button to start dialing, I only noticed when they all started that dull BEEPBEEPBEEP they do when they’ve been on too long.
If the walls start bleeding or I start seeing shadows I think I’ll go find a nice holiday inn for the night…
whimper
Don’t remind me!!
This may turn out to be quite long so apologies in advance!
When I was about 16 I worked as a waitress in Tulloch Castle Hotel. As all good castles must, it has a resident ghost: The Green Lady. There are tales of various other ghosts inhabiting the castle’s rooms, corridors and dungeon but she’s the most well known to the locals.
The only particularly creepy incident I experienced when working there happened on a sunny day rather than a dark, stormy night. I was carrying a tray full of drinks up to some guests at a wedding and had reached the very large, very heavy main door. The door always requires your full strength to get it open, so I was struggling to push the darned thing open with my back whilst trying to keep the glasses balanced. This continued for about a minute and I had begun to plan an alternative route when the door swung open with the ease, as if being pulled hard by someone on the other side. I opened my mouth to say thank you to whoever had opened the door but found there was nobody there. It really sent a chill down my spine. I’ve no doubt there was a logical explanation – the wind, maybe? But at the time it was hard not to be a wee bit freaked out!
There’s more info and the story of The Green Lady available online if you Google Tulloch Castle; apparently ghost hunters go nuts over the dungeon and Room 8 in particular. In fairness to them, the dungeon is one of the creepiest places I have ever set foot in. I had lots of little eerie incidents like sudden coldness, seeing things out of the corner of your eye, strange noises etc. but I believe those were a combo of – an old castle, multiple tales of hauntings, tiredness after long shifts and probably some mischievous fellow staff.
When I was a youngster my dad told me a tale similar to the very creepy Bad Dream story upthread. He’d gone into his bedroom one day when my mam was at work. Upon entering the room he found that there was someone or something lying under the covers in their bed. When the thing moved, he left the bedroom, then went back in and whatever it was had gone. I have no doubt now that this story was told to me to keep me from snooping around my parents’ bedroom but it scared the hell out of me at the time.
Last one! My brother and I had decided to go fishing in the river at the foot of the mountain behind our hometown (we were about 10 and 12). It’s an eerie place, all bleak and heathery and with the ruins of a small old castle nearby (phonetically it’s called Goo-rach but it’s Gaelic and I’ve forgotten the actual spelling). As kids do, we had heard, or made-up, all kinds of stories about the area: that a WWII plane had crashed near the castle and the ghost of the pilot haunts the hills, that devil worshipers would drink the blood of lambs in the ruins (someone claimed to have found a blood-stained chalice there but I sincerely doubt that’s true), and that giant wildcats roamed the area.
Anyway, my brother and I were heading to the river to fish. We were probably a few miles from civilisation when we came upon a sight that very nearly caused us, or me at least, to turn tail and abandon the trip. Pinned to the ground with wooden stakes was what looked like the skin of an animal, covered in blood. Nearby was a dead cow with its stomach slit open and its innards spilling out. It was one of those moments where you think your heart is going to burst from fear. Look around and see nothing but trees and hills as far as the eye can see. You can hear nothing but the sound of the wind whipping through the trees and the occasional call of a bird. You realise that if there is a crazed murderer or giant cow-killing wildcat lurking in the trees nearby you are completely on your own and it would probably take days or weeks for you to be found. Big bro convinced me not to be a baby and we continued our fishing trip without further incident, without catching any fish, and taking care to give the gory scene a wide berth on the way home.
The animal skin could maybe have been a cow hide – something to do with making leather? But I struggle to think of an innocent explanation for the dead cow – it had clearly been slit open with some kind of sharp implement and I can’t imagine a farmer killing his cow that way then leaving the body out there in the middle of nowhere. Bizarre.
Have many more ghost stories from my childhood but that’s quite enough I think!
Four:
Every. Single. Damn. Time one of my cats rolls over, sits up, and stares fixedly at the open door to my bedroom. What in Og’s name do they SEE that I can’t??? :eek:
And they all do this. A lot.
True story, inasmuch as the people, places, and events are actual…as to the supernatural phenomenon? I can’t say:
My friend Jessy rented a house on my street, at the end of the road. Not too long after that, Matt and Andrew moved in next door to me, which is across the road from her. One day they had a conversation like this:
Matt: Hey Jessy, we saw you sitting on your porch swing the other night. We waved, but you didn’t wave back!
Jessy: Well that’s weird, I must not have seen you.
Matt: We said hi and thought you saw us.
Jessy: Um, what night was this? I haven’t been on my swing lately.
Matt: Let’s see, I guess it was Thursday.
Jessy: Yeah. I wasn’t home Thursday.
Matt: Well, maybe Shirley came over while you were gone?
Jessy: Nope. Nobody was there that day at all.
As if that wasn’t creepy enough, Jessy was talking with her landlord some time after that, and found out that his daughter died IN that house. Not just did, but was killed by her boyfriend.
So, they figure it was her ghost. I’m not into the woo, but Jessy thinks she ‘felt’ her presence there.
Or slightly more plausible than the scent of fear lasting for twenty years:
It sounds like the property was abandoned, so it’s possible that a bear or cougar or even a pack of coyotes had made the property its regular stomping grounds. Horses will avoid that like fuck. It’d also explain noises, movement, and humans subconsciously picking up on the smell and freaking the hell out. But who am I to get in the way of a good story? 
No good ghost stories here, unfortunately. Though during a camping trip a friend of the family was once inspired by coming across a picnic area where all the tables were flipped upside down. What would lead people to store picnic tables upside down, but not protect them from the elements at all? That night around the campfire he had a great story about an Indian burial ground and their ghosts dancing on the tables during full moons.
How about the super-scary story of…
… THE ZOMBIE THREAD! WOOOOOOOOOOOoooo…!