Creepypasta

[Sniper]

There were two roommates. One was named Ellissa and the other was named Jane. Elissa liked to constantly study while Jane preferred to party. So that night there was a party but Elissa had stayed home to study while Jane had gone out. To make it easier on Jane, Elissa left the door open so that Jane wouldn’t have to take her keys. At 3 p.m. that night Jane came into the room to get some of her things because she was going back out with some of her other friends. So she did not want to disturb the sleeping Jane therefore she kept the light off , grabbed her stuff and left. The next morning when she came back into her room she saw her roommate murdered and written on the wall was “Aren’t you glad you didn’t Turn On the Light?"

Inte direkt läskigt men lite creepy.

Man måste vara rejält korkad om man lämnar dörren öppen; att den ens är olåst..!

... bortsett om man bor i Jokkmokk

Redigerad 15 juni, 2010 av Sniper

[Pixiegnom]

There were two roommates. One was named Ellissa and the other was named Jane. Elissa liked to constantly study while Jane preferred to party. So that night there was a party but Elissa had stayed home to study while Jane had gone out. To make it easier on Jane, Elissa left the door open so that Jane wouldn’t have to take her keys. At 3 p.m. that night Jane came into the room to get some of her things because she was going back out with some of her other friends. So she did not want to disturb the sleeping Jane therefore she kept the light off , grabbed her stuff and left. The next morning when she came back into her room she saw her roommate murdered and written on the wall was “Aren’t you glad you didn’t Turn On the Light?"

Inte direkt läskigt men lite creepy.

Urban Legends. <3

[Wu Zi Mu]

Man måste vara rejält korkad om man lämnar dörren öppen; att den ens är olåst..!

... bortsett om man bor i Jokkmokk

Jokkmokk är en gangsterstad och där skulle jag verkligen inte lämna dörren olåst.

[Skotten_31]

Well to Hell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MxdCU2f7ic

The legend holds that some residents of Siberia (Russia) had drilled a hole that was nine miles (14.5 km) deep before breaking through to a cavity. Intrigued by this unexpected discovery, they lowered an extremely heat tolerant microphone, along with other sensory equipment, into the well. The temperature deep within was 2,000 °F (1,100 °C) — heat from a chamber of fire from which screams of the damned could be heard.

[Renard]

Well to Hell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MxdCU2f7ic

Jag mådde så jävla dåligt när jag hörde det där första gången, så jag lyssnar inte på det igen! Fy fan!

[SimonJ]

Well to Hell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MxdCU2f7ic

Är det verkligen på riktigt?

Om det är det så är det jävligt läskigt!

Redigerad 29 juni, 2010 av SimonJ

[_ThuuG]

Well to Hell

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MxdCU2f7ic

Tyckte inte att det var något speciellt.. Kändes som att det kan vara vad som helst som låter. Det var väl ganska varmt, så jag kan tänka mig att det pågår en del saker som låter där nere.

[SimonJ]

Tyckte inte att det var något speciellt.. Kändes som att det kan vara vad som helst som låter. Det var väl ganska varmt, så jag kan tänka mig att det pågår en del saker som låter där nere.

2,000 °F (1,100 °C) enligt Wikipedia, klarar en mikrofon av den värmen?

[Green_Goblin]

2,000 °F (1,100 °C) enligt Wikipedia, klarar en mikrofon av den värmen?

...they lowered an extremely heat tolerant microphone, along with other sensory equipment, into the well.

[95alexander95]

Vet inte om någon postat denna, men den måste med

There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning.

As he looked around the inside of the cabin, he was surprised to see the walls adorned by several portraits, all painted in incredibl detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred and malice. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.

The next morning, the hunter awoke -- he turned, blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.

[SimonJ]

Haha!

Redigerad 29 juni, 2010 av SimonJ

[Siana]

Vet inte om någon postat denna, men den måste med

Den var fan bra! Riktigt creepy!

[StellHell]

Tyvärr är det ju super fake, då SG-3 är det djupaste hål som människan skapat. Hålet är 12.262 meter djupt.

[Umberto]

Well to Hell

Låter mest som kristen propaganda imo.

Vet inte om någon postat denna, men den måste med

Good story, bro.

[Renard]

Vet inte om någon postat denna, men den måste med

Holy shit! Jävligt bra historia!

[Flaskan]

Lång men... bra.

That's what she said.

I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed.

Today a friend of mine told me a story.

His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):

“They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them.

The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren’t already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door…

* Once for you skin, which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh.

* Twice for your muscle, which she’ll gnash her teeth on between victims.

* Thrice for your bones, which she’ll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims.

* Four times for your heart, which she’ll wear around her neck.

* Five times for your teeth, which she’ll polish and keep in a box.

* Six times for your eyes, which she’ll see the faces of your loved ones through.

* Seven times for your soul, which she’ll eat whole - you can never pass while you’re in her stomach.

She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.

You can try to outrun her, but she’s faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she’s knocking on your door, she won’t be so courteous when she catches up to you.

Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that’s right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again.

Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints.

His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop shitting me.

He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.

Then a little girl’s voice spoke over the line: “WITNESS.” I hung up.

Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. She’s doing it slowly… I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn’t get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.

Nice knowing you guys, it’s been funjklm,.-

WITNESS

[Wu Zi Mu]

Lång men... bra.

That's what she said.

Fler såna! Den var najs!

[P-C]

Lång men... bra.

That's what she said.

Sjukt lame.

[Renard]

Lång men... bra.

That's what she said.

Otroligt dålig textversion av the Grudge

[Maimstream]

Lång men... bra.

That's what she said.

Usch vad dålig! Precis lika dålig som den med snubben som ligger under sitt täcke och skriver att han "låtsassover" för att ett monster som har dödat hans föräldrar är i hans rum och "väntar" på att han ska "vakna".

Men den här är väl helt okej.