The Creepy Thread (Stories and Links Welcome)

[Meatros]

@WolfpackJeep

Resistance at the Threshold!

(You may need to scroll down just a bit.)

Thanks, that’s great!

I found these two videos today - someone dresses up as Slenderman and pranks people: Part One, Part Two.

[Meatros]

I linked to Creepypasta before, but I especially like this one:
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The Scariest Video Game Ever**

I just got done playing one of the SCARIEST video games ever. Now, hear me out before saying, “Oh, he’s probably just a fag that gets scared of everything.” I don’t get scared of video games or movies. I’ve played many survival horror games and have seen many horror movies in my day. The only thing that made me just a tiny bit scared were some parts of Penumbra and Condemned. Amnesia was pretty good. Everything else was just boring. This game was different. VERY different.

You aren’t given any sort of backstory to the game at all. As soon as you press play, it throws you right into the game. However, I was able to piece together what the story basically is through finally beating this little brick shitter. Apparently, you’re a madman. We’re never given the name, but you can guess what it is if you pay attention to the title screen. For some reason, you escaped from whatever mental hospital room you were hiding in. Now, the very horrid state of your mind has transformed the halls of the hospital into nothing but a pitch black maze with the only light being the walls, which glow a deathly blue.

Your character is apparently some type of mad cannibal that you can barely control. You can force him to turn corners in the creepy hallway, but not much else can be done. Your character seems to grab anything and try to eat it; whatever is in front of him is thrown into his mouth and he munches it down.

While playing the game, you’re being chased by four hideous and fucking scary ghost monsters. You cannot hurt them at all, and to come even close to one is instant death, in which the ghost latches onto you and rips you inside all, all while you hear the horrible noise of your body being torn.

You can, however, eat some odd objects hidden in the maze, after which your character goes into an even more unstable state. You can literally EAT the ghost monsters. Your character runs right up to them and devours them, only leaving their eyes.

There aren’t any words to describe how horrific and terrifying this game is, and I don’t want to spoil the surprises for you. Just go ahead and try it for yourself. Google the word Pac-Man and you’ll find it on the first search.

[River_Hippie]

Found on internet

"TRUE STORY
Let me start by saying: No alcohol, drugs or any other mind-altering substances were involved, and I’ve not told anyone this story except my wife.

In November 1978 in deep south texas, I was driving home around 1:00 a.m. and came to a 4-way stop in a sparsely populated area. As I started to turn right, I noticed about 100 yards ahead what appeared to be a baby around 3 years old standing in the middle of the road wearing nothing but a diaper(remember, this was November) holding on to the collar of a very large german shepard. I was able to guess at the age of the baby, because he/she was about the same height as the dog.

Anyway, I stopped my turn and drove towards this spectacle, as I was concerned for the safety of the child. I wasn’t feeling anything spooky(yet). As I approached them, the kid turned away from me and began to run away from me right down the centerstripe AT FULL SPEED with the grace and coordination of an olympic athlete. I say at full speed, because the dog was not trotting, but running with him. The kid was still holding on to the dog’s collar.

I stopped the car and when I did, they stopped too. So I started towards them again and when I did, they darted off into the brush. I just blew it off and put the car in reverse to get back through the intersection, and when I did, they came out again. This scenario happened 3 times, each time I was getting closer to them. On the 4th time, all of a sudden, I had the coldest, deepest fear come over me like a blanket, goosebumps covered my entire body and I began to tremble, and as God as my witness, a little voice came into my head and told me to turn around and don’t look back. Felt like one of those dreams when you’re trying to run and your feet can’t move fast enough. I hauled @ss home(about a half mile away), and RAN in the house as fast as I could! It felt EVIL!

That in itself is strange, but here’s where it really gets weird. Over the years, I’ve heard the same story from at least 5 different people who I’d never met before, the latest being 3 weeks ago from an eighty year old distant relation at an aunt’s funeral.

In addition, around 1990-92, M.C. Hammer had a video out where he and his band end up in the basement of a spooky house where there was a halloween-type costume party going on with all the devils and demons and such, and in one of the scenes, A KID IN A DIAPER HOLDING ON TO A GERMAN SHEPARD walks across the screen - I just about fell out of my chair when I saw that! "

[Half_Man_Half_Wit]

Here’s a list of the top 10 scary short films online. I’ve only seen the first (Bedfellows) previously, and it’s excellent, so if the rest live up to that standard, there should be a few good ones…

[Savannah]

Great thread, Meatros. I was having a jolly time home alone last night, going through the Very Vaguely Creepy threads, and some of the posts were not vaguely creepy at all. I had to turn on the TV for some comforting noise, and go look at something else after this one.

I’ll read some more today while it’s still daylight…!

[Meatros]

@Half_Man_Half_Wit

Here’s a list of the top 10 scary short films online. I’ve only seen the first (Bedfellows) previously, and it’s excellent, so if the rest live up to that standard, there should be a few good ones…

That guy’s blog is good. I think he’s got a freaky Friday section that’s filled with interesting stuff.

@Savannah

Great thread, Meatros. I was having a jolly time home alone last night, going through the Very Vaguely Creepy threads, and some of the posts were not vaguely creepy at all. I had to turn on the TV for some comforting noise, and go look at something else after this one.

I’ll read some more today while it’s still daylight…!

But it’s more fun to read at night…

Yes, some of the people who contribute to these threads/stories are quite talented.

[Koxinga]

If it’s all right to link to other boards, this one (some kind of gun forum) has some good stories.

The following post there is an example of the kind of creepy story I like, apparently posted by a vet:

In 2005 early 2006 in Jalabad Afghanistan.

We were having a boring day, nothing had been going on for about a week. Everything was quiet and going good. Had just come back from a vehicle patrol and was counting everything getting ready to put the boys in the rack. All of a sudden, all the radios come to life. Someone on the other end is screaming about being ambushed and getting whacked to pieces.

Everyone in earshot gets that " Oh shit" look on their faces, and I yell at my APL to get the trucks reloaded and have everyone suited up and ready to roll in 5 minutes while I run to the COC and find out where we are needed. As I enter the COC, it is hopping. Radios going off, guy still screaming, guns going off.

The RO is trying to break in and find out who is in contact. Jump on BN freq and ask them who is in contact and if we need to roll to them. BN says everyone reports negative contact and to stand by. BN gets in contact with higher, who is also recieving the transmission, and they report all units are reporting negative contact.

Radios going crazy, you can hear all kinds of screaming; people in pain, people screaming to break contact… and suddenly we hear " Get that GD 60 rolling! " We all look at each other and ask 60? as in the machinegun? Voice comes back screaming about " Get the pig going! Get it going! " Then, he starts screaming in pain, and the transmission cuts out.

No one had contact that day. No one. That was the freaking thing that ever happened to me. Had a nightmare about it that night.

As clarified later in the thread, “60” and “pig” refers to a type of machine gun that hadn’t been in service in over a decade (at least according to the poster).

[Meatros]

An Interview with a Ghost

Ghosts and ghouls at the abbey

NEWSTEAD Abbey, the former home of Lord Byron, attracts many visitors but when darkness falls and the abbey closes, its resident ghosts and spirits once again take claim to the corridors and rooms.

GHOSTS AND GHOULS THAT HAUNT THE INTERNET

GHOST STORIES FROM THE PHILIPPINES

There was also the ghost of the woman clad in all black who hailed tricycles (a form of public transport in rural Philippine areas consisting of a motorcycle and covered sidecar) to take her to the Tulay na Malamig, literally “Cold Bridge,” on the outskirts of town. The hapless driver she supposedly paid upon arrival with a peso bill. A strong, cold wind would suddenly emerge, blowing the bill into his eyes and blinding him momentarily. Peeling it from his face, the driver discovered that the strange woman had disappeared, prompting a scared retreat.

One version explaining the phenomenon of the Tulay na Malamig has to do with my great grandmother Pelagia R. Her husband Cirilo A. was a revolutionary commanding a band against foreign rule. First struggling for freedom from the colonial Spanish, he and his group did not surrender their arms when American forces took over the Philippines in 1898. As the story goes, a spy gave up his group’s position to the Americans one day in 1900, and Cirilo was felled by a bullet to the leg fired as he sat on his horse. He awoke to find himself in a hospital, leg amputated due to the severity of the bullet wound. Surrounded by Caucasian faces, he began to struggle, crying out that he no longer wanted to live under a foreign flag, be it Spanish or American. He died from the resultant severe hemorrhaging.

THE TOP TEN BEST MOST HAUNTED PARANORMAL WEB SITES ON THE INTERNET (2010 - 2011)

[Meatros]

I found this the other day:
Krampus:

Krampus is a mythical creature recognized in Alpine countries. According to legend, Krampus accompanies Saint Nicholas during the Christmas season, warning and punishing bad children, in contrast to St. Nicholas, who gives gifts to good children. When the Krampus finds a particularly naughty child, it stuffs the child in its sack and carries the frightened child away to its lair, presumably to devour for its Christmas dinner.

Although Krampus appears in many variations, most share some common physical characteristics. He is hairy, usually brown or black, and has the cloven hooves and horns of a goat. His long pointed tongue lolls out.[1][8]

Krampus carries chains, thought to symbolize the binding of the Devil by the Christian Church. He thrashes the chains for dramatic effect. The chains are sometimes accompanied with bells of various sizes.[9] Of more pagan origins are the ruten, bundles of birch branches that Krampus carries and occasionally swats children with. The ruten have significance in pre-Christian pagan initiation rites.[1] The birch branches are replaced with a whip in some representations. Sometimes Krampus appears with a sack or a washtub strapped to his back; this is to cart off evil children for drowning, eating, or transport to Hell.

[Meatros]

A few more SDMB threads to add:

Your True Unexplainable/Ghost/UFO/Alien Stories
Have you ever known a truly evil person?
Little Things You Find Creepy

[Skywatcher]

Breaking news: ‘Cannibal’ Cop Plotted to Eat 100 Women.

A New York City police officer who allegedly planned to kidnap, cook and eat as many 100 women has been arrested following a joint NYPD and FBI investigation.

Gilberto Valle III, of Forest Hills, Queens, was charged with one count of conspiracy to commit kidnapping, according to a federal criminal complaint, as well was using the National Crime Information Center database to access unauthorized data.

The complaint alleges that Valle, 28, exchanged electronic messages with an unnamed coconspirator “about kidnapping, cooking and eating body parts of [Victim 1].”

[Gedd]

@Lute Skywatcher

Breaking news: ‘Cannibal’ Cop Plotted to Eat 100 Women.

“To protect and serve (with some fava beans and a nice Chianti).”

[Meatros]

Man in the Dark - not really creepy I guess, but a little unsettling…

Here’s Murderpedia

Which led tothis, with an EXTREMELY creepy photo (third picture up from the bottom). It’s a picture of the serial killer’s victim as he approaches her. I can’t get it out of my head. Here’s another website on it.

Humans are the worst monsters, because they are real.

[madrabbitwoman]

On a creepy island in a creepy swamp south of Mexico City there’s a place that looks like the stuff of nightmares and horror movies. Here, among the scraggily branches and dead trees hang hundreds of old, mangled dolls.

The Creepiest Place on the Planet

[apollonia]

@Meatros

Which led tothis, with an EXTREMELY creepy photo (third picture up from the bottom). It’s a picture of the serial killer’s victim as he approaches her. (

This picture is going to horrify me for a long time.

[Meatros]

@apollonia

This picture is going to horrify me for a long time.

Yes, same here. It’s very strange - it looks photo shopped or something to me. It’s like my mind can’t actually accept the truth of the photo.

Jail, or even the death penalty, doesn’t seem enough punishment for this sort of sick serial killer. It’s like, I want the guy erased from existence. Ugh.

[Battle_Pope]

@madrabbitwoman

On a creepy island in a creepy swamp south of Mexico City there’s a place that looks like the stuff of nightmares and horror movies. Here, among the scraggily branches and dead trees hang hundreds of old, mangled dolls.
Dr Carlos Andres Garcia Hurtado - Otorrinolaringologo

There is a road like that that heads out of Canberra (going to Bungendore via Queanbeyan. One section has lots of trees with all sorts of kids toys nailed to trees.

Teddy bears, Elmo dolls, Bert & Ernie, Cabbage patch kids - all hung or crucified :eek:.

My wife thinks its a fun thing for kids to look at on the drive down to the coast. I think there is a budding serial killer in the area.

When I was a kid we would go down to my grandparents farm for holidays. There is a nearby swimming hole known as Polly McQuinns Weir. Named after a young girl who was swept off the crossing & was never found, it is reputed to be haunted by the girls ghost - a light that moves out over the water and hovers over her final resting place. We never really belived the tales but always made sure not to be in the area around dusk or after dark.

[Quarter_Girl]

Longtime lurker (a decade) first time poster. I LOVE these types of threads and thought I’d chime in with my own creepiness.

When I was 19 and out on my own I had a piece of crap car that would always break down. I had a manual, some tools and no money to pay a mechanic so I usually fixed the car myself. I have a knack for all things mechanical and it usually worked out just fine but I hated—hated!—going to the auto parts store. Being a socially awkward and introverted teenage girl shopping for auto parts made me the center of attention almost every time I went.

This particular time it was my carburetor that was broken and I had bought a re-built one and was going to bring my old one in later to sell them so they could re-build that one and sell it. I think that’s how it worked, it’s been over 20 years. The point is that there was paperwork I had to fill out.

Of all the guys that could have waited on me I got a large, loud, heavily tattooed man that instantly gave me the creeps. He had this leering smile and he intimidated me. Even worse, he knew I was intimidated and he liked it. Instead of letting me fill out the paperwork he insisted on asking me the questions and filling it in himself. I was so uncomfortable standing there saying out loud all my personal information for everyone to hear.

Now I had just moved the weekend before to a place out in the middle of the boondocks and I was so thankful that my roommate and I had decided on using a P.O. box because I did not want Creepo to know my physical address. Then he asked me my phone number. I spouted off the first three numbers and then stopped—I was trying my best to remember the last four numbers. You see, we had just gotten the phone hooked up just two days before and I hadn’t memorized it yet. I just stood there trying to recall the numbers with Creepo just smirking at me. Then with a grin he said, “6119.” Those were the numbers that completed my phone number! :eek: How in the world did he know? I was seriously dumbfounded and could hardly speak. I finally managed to squeak out, “Um…yeah, that’s right.” The look of triumph in his face was horrible. He asked me if I wanted to know how he knew that but all I wanted was to get away from him. I mumbled something, signed my name, grabbed my shit and got the hell out of there. I wish I had stayed for his explanation but I was seriously scared at that point.

I had hoped that I was just remembering the number wrong but no, I checked and he really did nail it. That night my roommate, her parents and I talked and talked about it trying to figure out how this guy knew our number. We never did figure it out. As bad as I could have used the money, I never did take my carburetor back. In fact it was years later before I went back to that store.

[Cinnamon_Imp]

Eeeek Quarter Girl! Did he ever call?

[Quarter_Girl]

No, he didn’t. We were on pins and needles about it for a few weeks though.

Another story…
I moved from out of state to a very small town at the end of my ninth grade year. Remember, I was a socially awkward and introverted teen. It was hell trying to adjust. Well there was this senior guy that gave me the creeps. He was overly flirtatious and always wanted me to kiss him. He was a big football player (I swear I don’t have a hang-up about large men) and he was so aggressive about it that I just tried to avoid him altogether. I only saw him at one time of the day between classes and with a little help from my new best friend I was able to avoid this guy for the most part for the last couple months of school. Apparently I was a freak magnet when I was young.

Fast forward several years…I was grown and married (to a large man, no less) and even though I stayed pretty much in the vicinity of that small town and so did CreepJock, we never saw each other thankfully. Then in 2000 I was reading in the paper and following the story of a missing 12 year old girl. They finally found her body…in CreepJock’s house!! He was accused (and eventually convicted) of having abducted, raped and murdered her. How’s that for creepy? It’s been on my mind lately because he was executed for his crime just two weeks ago.