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Creepypasta

Fri, 21 Aug 2015 23:24:07 -0400

I wasn't sure whether to put this in horror media, or here. But thinking about it some, I believe Creepypasta may basically be a new generation of urban myth. There are many kids out there who legit believe in it, and it shares the tendency to work our nerves in the same simple-but-effective way, in spite of being less grounded in reality (maybe because it's more difficult to make reality scary when hatchet-murders and the like are more commonly reported today >.>).

In fact, one of my favorite is one of the most simple Pastas out there:

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HELL- EXOTHERMIC OR ENDOTHERMIC

Wed, 14 Sep 2011 12:05:40 -0400

this is a hilarious exam answer
http://youtu.be/hczXihPVe1Q

I was rolling when I read thisexdev:exdev:exdev:exdev:

The Men's Room

Wed, 10 Nov 2010 03:24:18 -0500

While out shopping around the big city with his mom a small boy wants to go pee. She starts to take him to the women's rest room, but he wants to go to the men's room so she lets him go in and stands around waiting outside. Five minutes or so later, a group of youths come out, laughing and snickering, and disappear into the city. Ten minutes go by. She's getting anxious, and stops a chap walking by to ask him if he'll go in and hurry up her boy.

He obliges, but promptly staggers out and vomits. Inside, the boy has had his throat cut and his penis and testicles hacked off and shoved in his mouth.

The Keg

Wed, 10 Nov 2010 03:23:04 -0500

A couple had just moved into a small castle they'd recently purchased and were excitedly searching all the nooks and crannies. In a large underground room they found many empty barrels that had been tapped years ago, and one that appeared to be full. They immediately tapped it to find that it contained a delicious brandy. They drank and served it at parties enjoying not only it's flavor, but that it could have been hundreds of years old. Months later when the barrel ran dry, they noticed it was still too heavy to be empty, they cut it open and found a shriveled corpse curled up in the barrel.

Visiting Grandmother

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:37:13 -0500

A young newlywed couple was heading to a Halloween party one rainy evening and stopped at a stop sign, where they saw a very wet, very cold, and VERY old woman standing in the rain getting drenched. The wife asked her husband if they could give her a ride. Angela rolled down her window a little and yelled out, "Do you need a ride somewhere?"

"Yes I would. Thank you so very much", the old woman said. She got in the back seat and introduced herself. "My name is Ruby."

"Nice to meet you. Iâm Angela and this is my husband Barry".

They made some small talk for a bit. Then Barry asked her, "So, where are you headed, maâam?"

"Iâm headed to see my granddaughter who lives just up the road a ways, 129 N. Daughtry Lane. Itâs her birthday and Iâd love to see her."

"Daughtry? Thatâs like 15 miles up the road! That IS a distanceâ¦..", Barry was miffed. Angela put her hand on his and told him itâs not much further to their friendsâ house for the party from there. They argued a little, when suddenly the back door of the car swung open and slammed shut. Angela looked back and screamed.

"What is it?", Barry asked.

"Sheâs gone! She must have jumped out or fell out!! We have to go and find her!" They looked for an hour up and down the old farm road, but they couldnât find her. Angela said, "What can we do now?"

"We have to tell her granddaughter what happened and that it was an accident", Barry said.

They agreed and continued onto the address. They rang the doorbell and a strikingly beautiful young girl answered the door with a sweet and welcoming smile. Angela burst into tears saying, "We lost your grandmother!"

Startled, the young girl said, "Iâm sorry?"

"Were helping your grandmother by giving her a ride, she was coming here to see you, when she fell out of the back seat while we were in motion." Barry said. "We looked for an hour, but she was gone. We just had to come and tell you."

The young girl waved them both in. "May I get you anything?" She led them to the living room and asked her guests to quiet down for a bit. The newlyweds sat down and told her what happened. The young girl was frozen solid. "You must be mistaken. My grandmother died 10 years agoâ¦.."

Just then, the lights went out and everyone could hear cackling throughout the entire house.

Boy Scout Betsy

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:35:43 -0500

This story is an old tale thatâs passed on from scout to scout at Boy Scout camp outs. This tale tells of a young woman, Betsy, who was married to a man named Joe. Betsy apparently had dreams of being a great singer and hoped to make into the lime light some time in her life, that dream was cut short. She was driving down a country road one day when a deer wandered out into the middle of the road, she had no time to avoid it. The crash was fatal to say the least, Betsy was horribly mangled and was only recognized by the distinctive ring her husband had bought her for their first anniversary. Joe was grief stricken and moved out into the country and started a camping ground.

After Joe died he left the property to the Boy scouts of America. Betsy never liked boy scouts much. People say Betsyâs spirit still wanders around the park, catching and mangling any unfortunate scout who makes the mistake of getting in her way. If you see her, you can determine your fate by looking at her eyes. If they are blue, she is in a good mood and probably wonât even notice you, but if they are any shade of red or orange, sheâs angry and you should run away and not look back!

There are stories of children going into the mess-hall late at night for a snack and all that is found of them in the morning are a few bloody body parts, as Betsy has a taste for Boy Scouts. Betsy also likes to practice her singing voice late at night and some nights you may wake up to her wails and shouts. It is said that if you are too close to her when she sings you will go deaf or the noise will kill you. Be careful, Betsy doesnât like critics. Anyone commenting on her singing will be horribly maimed or killed so they will never criticize her again. So if you ever hear her singing it is best to just remain silent.

A Motherâs Love

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:34:37 -0500

This story happened on a cold mid-autumn day somewhere in the mid-western states.

Two gentlemen were working in the townâs small general store. The store was quiet and no customers were shopping until she walked in. A small frail woman dressed in gray entered the store, and proceeded toward the dairy section, saying nothing. She picked up a glass container of milk and, without paying for it or even glancing at the gentlemen, walked out of the store.

The men, surprised by the womanâs thievery, hurried out of the store after herâ¦but she was gone. A few days later, the incident occurred again.

The same small woman dressed in the same gray dress entered the store, grabbed a glass container of milk, and left without paying. Again the men tried to follow after her, but found her nowhere to be seen.

The woman soon appeared once again. The same small woman, dressed in the same gray dress, entered the store, paid no attention to the men, snatched a glass container of milk, and vanished out the door. The men, slightly more prepared this time, quickly followed the woman out of the store. She hurried down the townâs main street and the men found themselves having to run to keep up with her. She hastily turned down a dirt path, just at the edge of the woods. This is where the men lost her. They trekked on further and came to a small cemetery neither of them knew existed. Suddenly, they heard a small noise. Concentrating, they identified it as a babyâs cry. The sound was coming from the ground in front of a gravestone marking the death of a mother and her infant who were buried together.

Unsure of what else to do, the men quickly found shovels and exhumed the coffin. The crying became louder as they dug. When they reached the coffin, they pried off the lid and inside found the small, gray-dressed dead woman with a live, crying infant in her arms, and three empty glass containers of milk. The poor child was mistakenly buried alive and the spirit of her deceased mother kept her alive until she was found.

Whatâs it Like in Heaven?

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:33:29 -0500

A young couple with a little girl moved into a big old house. The girl appeared to be very happy and to love her new home. One night while she was in bed, she made friends with a little boy named Jack.

The girlâs imaginary friend worried her mother and father and they decided to consult a doctor. The psychiatrist examined the girl and said it was normal for her age.

When they got home they were surprised to find the girlâs toys scattered through the house and the TV turned onto a childrenâs station. The house had been left completely in order.

The parents decided to buy a baby monitor and placed it in their daughterâs room. They overheard the following conversation between their daughter and her friend.

Debbie: "Whatâs it like in heaven Jack?"

Jack: "I donât want to tell you. Do you want to play instead?"

debbie: "No, I want to know."

Jack: "OK then, but I canât tell you, I have to show you"

then they heard a creaking noise

Debbie: "Wow, I can see Grannyâs house from here!"

Jack: "Yes, now you have to jump. Go on, Iâll help you. Thatâs what my Daddy did to me, he helped me find heaven. Do you wanna?"

Debbieâs parents rushed outside where they saw their little girl fall screaming to her death. Her jump was caught on camera. The image showed a mysterious little figure behind her in the window, smiling.

HELLO? ANYBODY THERE?

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:31:54 -0500

Annalisa bought a new address book. As she was writing the names from the old book, she noticed her friends name. Linda had died several months ago. She felt silly transferring the name to the new book, but she felt a little strange to just ignore it. She knew she was being a bit morbid, but something was telling her to dial that number. Maybe to know and hear that it didnât belong to her friend anymore might bring some closure to her. She was having trouble dealing with the grief that was with her almost daily.

Much to her shock, LINDA ANSWERED. Taken aback, she stuttered the beginning of a conversation. In no time, they were talking like the old friends they were. The last several months were especially hard for Annalisa. In addition to losing Linda, her fiancee left her, so she used the opportunity to pour her heart out to Linda. In doing so, the bitterness and hurt she felt lifted from her soul.

Linda asked why Annalisa hadnât called in so long. "Why hasnât Bruce Called?" Linda cried. "He promised to always be there for me."

Bruce was the driver of the car that took Lindaâs life. He was driving her home after her bridal shower and the shower gifts were packed not only in the trunk but high in the back seat, blocking the back windows. They were to be married in just three short weeks. Bruce was injured in the accident and had been in a deep coma since that day. He knew nothing about Lindaâs death.

Annalisa was thrown off guard. How do you answer such a question? Linda continued, "Why havenât you called all these long months? Why hasnât Bruce called?" She asked this over and over.

Not knowing what else to say, she gasped "BECAUSE YOU DIED." Annalisa heard no reply. All she heard was the DIAL TONE! Her heart was pounding in her ears, as she hurriedly dialed the number again. "Pizza Hut Pizza" announced the voice on the other end.

Seven Steps Ghost Girl

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:29:30 -0500

Back in the 1900′s, there was a regular old train track on top of a regular old cave in the regular old town of Canton, PA. The train was pretty inactive and only came through the town on occasion. A little girl decided she wanted to be a "big girl" and go ride her bike on her own. She thought that the tracks looked like a pretty flat, easy place to ride. She started at the beginning of the tracks, and began to enjoy herself. Faster and faster she went! Zooming over bumps and rocks! Oh, she was having a grand time. She heard a whistle and turned her head. While she was distracted, she abruptly hit a rock and fell off of her bike. She skinned her knees and, as any 7 year old would do, she started to cry. She heard the whistle again! The train was coming! She sat up but was restrained. She looked down and saw her little pink and white dress caught in the tracks. She tried to pull it out, but it was stuck fast. The little girl looked over and saw the train, not 300 yards away. She pulled and tugged, but the dress would not budge. Looking around for something that might help her get free, she saw a broken bottle laying on the ground. She grabbed it and began to saw at her dress. She glanced up and at that moment the last of the fabric gave away. Her body hit the water running through the cave below, with a splash. She was barely alive and she dragged herself as far as she could to try to save herself. Moaning, she crawled into a nearby crevice, and died.

Itâs said that you can still hear her moans echoing through the cave and, if you enter at precisely midnight, she will follow you throughout the cave, asking for you to stay with her.

The Trainâs Ghostly Bride

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:28:15 -0500

One day a man was taking a ride on a train. That day, a woman walked in and sat down across from him wearing what looked like an old fashioned white lace wedding gown and holding a white bundle in her arms.

The man said hello, but she just cradled the bundle in her hands and stared out the window.
After about an hour, the woman looked at the man and smiled. She started to talk but no words came from her mouth. Then she laughed soundlessly.

The confused man shook his head and tried to ask her what she was saying, but she only looked toward the window and laughed some more. All of a sudden she gripped the bundle in her hands tightly and silently screamed in horror before fainting in her seat, the bundle still clutched in her arms.

The man ran to get help, but when he got back with a staff member from the train the woman was gone. He described the woman to the staff member who raised his eyebrows and chuckled at the disturbed passenger. He explained that he must have seen the ghost of the train.

The staff member told the man that a newlywed couple was on their way to their honeymoon when the new husband stuck his head out of the window to declare his love for his new bride for all the world to hear. Tragically, a loose wire of a passing train sliced through his neck, nearly decapitating him and killing him instantly. When the staff heard the screams they came to find that the woman was cradling her husbandâs head in her hands and the body was lying on the floor. The staff member said that the woman was sitting in her husbandâs pool of blood.

They say that the woman went mad and spent the rest of her life in an asylum until she cut her own head off.

"The Knife in the Briefcase"

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:23:44 -0500

ONE SUMMER day in Southampton, New York, a woman pulled into a gas station. As the attendant pumped gas, the woman told him she was in a hurry to pick up her daughter, who had just finished an art class in East Hampton.

A very-well-dressed man walked over to her car and started talking to her. He explained that his rental car had died, and he needed a ride to East Hampton for an appointment. She said she would be happy to give him a ride. He put his briefcase in the backseat and said he was going to the men's room quickly.

The woman looked at her watch and suddenly panicked. She drove off quickly, having forgotten that the man was coming back to the car for a ride.

She thought nothing of him again until she and her daughter pulled into their driveway. She saw his briefcase and realized she had forgotten him! She opened the briefcase looking for some form of identification so she could notify him about his belongings. Inside she found nothing but a knife and a roll of duct tape!

"Skinned Tom"

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:22:52 -0500

IN LIFE, Tom was a good-looking guy who liked the ladies. Once he'd dated all the available girls in the area, he started seeing a girl in the next town -- not knowing she was married. Eventually her husband got wind of what was going on and vowed revenge on the two of them. He told his wife he was going out of town for the weekend, then hid in the woods behind their house. As he'd guessed, that evening Tom showed up to take the lady out. The husband followed them to the nearby Lovers' Lane.

Things were getting pretty hot and heavy (if you know what I mean) when all of a sudden the car door was jerked open and Tom came face-to-face with one very huge, very angry-looking dude wielding a hunting knife.

"Oh no!" screamed the girl who had started all the trouble in the first place. "It's my husband!"

"That's right, you cheating @#%&*!" yelled her husband. "And I'm about to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" He pulled her off Tom, rammed the knife into her stomach once, and tossed her aside. Then he turned back to Tom, grinning maniacally.

"Don't hurt me!" Tom begged. "I swear to God I didn't know she was married!" But the wronged husband didn't listen. He dragged Tom out of the car and skinned him alive with the hunting knife. Then he went to town and turned himself in to the police.

When the police arrived at the crime scene, they found the woman, who was miraculously still alive. But Tom was nowhere to be found.

They say he's still hanging around Lovers' Lane, waiting to catch a couple and "teach" them the same lesson his girlfriend's husband taught him. He's described as a bloody skeleton in '20s clothes, carrying the knife he himself was skinned with. All the teenagers around here grow up hearing "Don't go to Lovers' Lane if you don't want to be Skinned Tom's next victim!"

"The Body in the Bed"

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:21:41 -0500

A NEWLYWED husband and wife went to Las Vegas for their honeymoon, and checked into a suite at a hotel. When they got to their room they both detected a bad odor. The husband called down to the front desk and asked to speak to the manager. He explained that the room smelled very bad and they would like another suite. The manager apologized and told the man that they were all booked because of a convention. He offered to send them to a restaurant of their choice for lunch compliments of the hotel and said he was going to send a maid up to their room to clean and to try and get rid of the odor.

After a nice lunch the couple went back to their room. When they walked in they could both still smell the same odor. Again the husband called the front desk and told the manager that the room still smelled really bad. The manager told the man that they would try and find a suite at another hotel. He called every hotel on the strip, but every hotel was sold out because of the convention. The manager told the couple that they couldn't find them a room anywhere, but they would try and clean the room again. The couple wanted to see the sights and do a little gambling anyway, so they said they would give them two hours to clean and then they would be back.

When the couple had left, the manager and all of housekeeping went to the room to try and find what was making the room smell so bad. They searched the entire room and found nothing, so the maids changed the sheets, changed the towels, took down the curtains and put new ones up, cleaned the carpet and cleaned the suite again using the strongest cleaning products they had. The couple came back two hours later to find the room still had a bad odor. The husband was so angry at this point, he decided to find whatever this smell was himself. So he started tearing the entire suite apart himself.

As he pulled the top mattress off the box spring he found a dead body of a woman.

"The Choking Doberman"

Tue, 09 Nov 2010 06:20:24 -0500

MY COUSIN and his wife lived in Sydney with this huge doberman in a little apartment off Maroubra Road. One night they went out for dinner and a spot of clubbing. By the time they got home it was late and my cousin was more than a little drunk. They got in the door and were greeted by the dog choking to death in the loungeroom.

My cousin just fainted, but his wife rang the veterinarian, who was an old family friend of hers, and got her to agree to meet her at the surgery. The wife drives over and drops off the dog, but decides that she'd better go home and get her hubby into bed.

She gets home and finally slaps my cousin into consciousness, but he's still drunk. It takes her almost half an hour to get him up the stairs, and then the phone rings. She's tempted to just leave it, but she decides that it must be important or they wouldn't be ringing that late at night. As soon as she picks up the phone, she hears the vet's voice screaming out:

"Thank God I got you in time! Leave the house! Now! No time to explain!" Then the vet hangs up.

Because she's such an old family friend, the wife trusts her, and so she starts getting the hubby down the stairs and out of the house. By the time they've made it all the way out, the police are outside. They rush up the front stairs past the couple and into the house, but my cousin's wife still doesn't have a clue what's going on.

The vet shows up and says, "Have they got him? Have they got him?"

"Have they got who?" says the wife, starting to get really pissed off.

"Well, I found out what the dog was choking on â it was a human finger."

Just then the police drag out a dirty, stubbly man who is bleeding profusely from one hand. "Hey Sarge," one of them yells. "We found him in the bedroom."