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A creepypasta is a horror-related legend which has been shared around the Internet. The term creepypasta has since become a catch-all term for any horror content posted onto the Internet.
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Welcome to the Creepy Pokémon Fireplace – Pokémon Creepypastas that Made my Childhood
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After graduating college, seven friends go camping in the desert, only to be terrorized by a vicious monster.
Inspired by the popular Creepypasta, "The Rake."
- Director - Tony Delgadillo
- Writer - Alexander Crews
- Stars - Mike Bash | Jacob Chattman | Hawk D'Onofrio
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"White with Red" Short Horror Indie Film | Scary Movie Based on the Popular Creepypasta
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Adapted from the popular creepypasta tale "White with Red", this fantastic short film adaptation by filmmaker Brandon Christensen follows the events of a night in the life of a man who decides to spend the night in a seedy motel. Upon check-in, he is told that next door to his room is a room with no number, and is warned not to go into that room. At first he is baffled by the suggestion that he would even do such a thing, but once he sees the unmarked door for himself, he gets curious, and peeps through the old-fashioned key hole to see what is so special about the secretive room.
The film is presented by Chilling Tales for Dark Nights: Frightening Films Fridays.Thumbnail Artwork: Craig Groshek
CAST Man -- Robert Scott Howard Hotel Clerk -- Rusty Meyers Ghost -- Brigid Kelly
CREDITS Adaptation/Producer/Director/Editor -- Brandon Christensen Director of Photography/Producer/Post-Production -- Matthew Greene Sound Design -- Neil Curschman Sound Recording/Grip -- Bobby Soto Grip/Sound Recording -- Eric Guideng Grip/PA -- Ashley McKeever
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I know that many of you are familiar with Creepypasta and the NoSleep page on Reddit, but for those who are not... This is the first one I ever read years ago and it got me hooked. Short and simply... creepy.
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Creepypastas are some of the most memorable stories you'll find online. The name comes from copypasta, because creepypastas share the trait of being reposted everywhere online, but for very different reasons. Instead of mimicking spam or a niche form of humor, they're made to scare people, even if only a little. Some are mildly creepy, while others are a lot more unsettling or even involve elaborate viral hoaxes. And all of the best creepypastas have left a lasting mark on the people who have read them, because they're each composed well enough to leave some disturbing thoughts in our heads(...)
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You guys all know that Adult Swim sign-off bumper "THE DAWN IS YOUR ENEMY"? There's a reason they don't show it anymore. The last day the bump was used as a sign-off, instead of a normal running time of (estimated) nine seconds, it ran for an extended period of time until the automated services were overtaken by manual operation.
We all know the sound that shook our childhoods (or teen years). The resonating metal, the rumbles, the sound of metal scraping against metal. Feel free to look it up if you're a bit rusty.
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Now, when the audio cut, it doesn't sound complete, it's not finished, not over. The producers of AS/CN were purposely cutting off the rest of the sound, and for good reason. The rest that followed was the exact reason why you'll never see this bumper again on the air.
Once again, it's supposedly only run for about nine seconds, and this is a rough transcript of the usual audio: Resonating metal, followed by a rumble, followed by scraping metal, and other rumble. End bumper. So what could you put together with that? Nothing rings a bell, right? Exactly.
This part that they used is utilized effectively to scare off children that have still tuned in to Adult Swim. It even gives adults goose bumps because it's that good. It's closely rivaled with the hammer clinks in the "William Street" production card in nightmare fuel.
Getting back on topic, usually a Cartoon Network employee would enter the control room left by an Adult Swim crew member and take over for a day. It wasn't quite the case that day, however. The usual man schedule to cue the sign-on and such programming for CN for some reason did not start up the day schedule. No one knows if he did this purposely, and whether or not his contract was terminated. This was the least of problems CN had at the time. What followed the common nine-seconds was an extended two-minute broadcast of some of the most horrifying audio ever heard on public television.
The metal continued to resonate, and the scraping continued. Slowly, an uncontrollable sobbing came clearer. Not one person was crying, but a multitude of people were screaming and yelling.
As the metal scraped, the screaming grew louder. Soon, you could hear the slicing of flesh, the grinding of bones, the gushing of blood, and the guttural death rattles of people dying.
All across the United States, millions of children and adults were being exposed to what sounded like a barbaric mass murder. People were calling in all across the country, crying or screaming or begging for it to be turned off. Something kept their eyes attached to the screen and kept them listening to the broadcast.
People assume the control room was finally gotten into, and the bump was shut down, ending a traumatic experience no one could undoubtedly forget. In the last few moments as the resonating metal grew into an unbearable volume, the channel showed the peeking sun winking at the viewer, and the channel cut to Bars and Tones.
How was Cartoon Network going to cover this up? No one knows their exact tactic to this day. Multiple theories have been thought of, ranging from a pre-emptive "cease and desist" to possible news articles to subliminal viewer hypnosis over the following weeks.
While all public evidence does not officially exist, Cartoon Network officials do acknowledge a hijacking of the channel's frequency on the day but go into no further detail. All late morning bumps, including TDIYE, were replaced with the corresponding ones from the 1:30 AM timeslot. Word is, however, that somewhere hidden in an onion site (accessible only via Tor) is a recording of the bump played that morning.
The question asked the most among the few who remember this is how Cartoon Network got the audio in the first place. (click for full story)
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[Old Article] Creepypasta - the internet is mapping the contours of modern fear | Aeon.co (+audio)
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Article: https://aeon.co/essays/creepypasta-is-how-the-internet-learns-our-fears
Creepypasta aspires to be urban legend: dark social memes with just enough familiarity to give a frisson of awful possibility
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It's been forty-nine hours since my light went dead and left me in the dark. The fourteen dots from my wrist watch can show nothing in this total vacuum of light. I can do nothing but count down the time to my ending. I busted the crystal so I could feel the hands, gingerly running my finger lightly over the face. There is nothing but waiting. Every now and then I see a small dot of light, a random wayward photon activating in my retina, or a stray particle passing through the Earth, but nothing more-- just a split second of false hope followed by nothing but black.
The darkness must be getting to me as I feel my mind slipping away from me. The only thing that keeps me partially sane is the torrent of sound made by water running beside me. It reminds me of a fan running in the quiet bright of outside night. The darkest room is as the surface of the sun compared to this place. To think that I came here for fun.
The lack of luminance is wreaking havoc in my mind. It swirls and spins in a vertigo of three days drunk. The walls are spinning like the eye of a tornado; if only I could see them. I vomit the water and lie down against the cool rock, praying to every invisible deity for mercy. I retch and vomit again. Groaning against the earth, I think about killing myself and laugh when I realize I can't seem to make it painless.
The spinning slows to an out-of-control tea cup ride and I drink some more water. The irony of being trapped here next to liquid life has not escaped me. Three weeks. That is the figure I read once that the average human can survive without food if they had a steady supply of water. Combined with the six Power Bars in my pack, I could cling to life for a month, maybe a month and a half. There would be six weeks of darkness, vertigo, vomiting, and water. The humorous part is that it might be the best tasting water I have ever had.
"We found your son's body inside a small cave about 500 feet from the path, ma'am," the Park Ranger explained into the phone connected to the weeping woman. "As near as we can tell, he was exploring a small cave when the ceiling caved in. He had some Power Bars and was next to a stream."
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"Are you sure you want to know that?"
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"Okay, the preliminary report is saying he lived about three weeks. His death is listed as starvation in conjunction with exposure."
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"No, ma'am, he wouldn't have been able to dig himself out. There wouldn't have been any need to."
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"Well, ma'am, I mean your son was on the outside of the cave-in. He was only about ten feet inside the cave."
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"Ma'am, I know you are distraught, but we must have not been around to hear him cry for help."
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"Well, the coroner believes a stone fell and struck your son in the head, causing a minor subdural hematoma in the rear part of his brain."
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"No, ma'am, he wasn't unconscious. It means that your son was rendered almost instantly blind."
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Ted's Caving Journal is a creepy online horror story that gained popularity in the early 2000s, before the rise of Slender Man and is often considered as the "first" Creepypasta. The story is presented as the journal entries of a spelunker named Ted, who discovers strange and unsettling things while exploring a mysterious cave with his friend B. [Teds caving journal] channel offer an amazing adaptation to the original story.
The original story was initially posted on the angelfire website, which you can see in the Original site
Condensed Creepypasta
Audiobook version by Read by The Dark Somnium
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Story by temptotasssoon
Audio version by "All Time 2" YT channel
Notice: This is an allegedly true story, posted in the comment section of an r/AskReddit post. The question was, "Have you ever felt a deep connection to a person you've met in a dream?" The original post was made years ago on a throw-away account; a screenshot can be found here. This story is also known as "A Parallel Life" or "Awoken by a Lamp."
throw away account cause this is really personal.
My last semester at a certain college I was assaulted by a football player for walking where he was trying to drive (note he was 325lbs I was 120lbs), while unconscious on the ground I lived a different life.
I met a wonderful young lady, she made my heart skip and my face red, I pursued her for months and dispatched a few jerk boyfriends before I finally won her over, after two years we got married and almost immediately she bore me a daughter.
I had a great job and my wife didn't have to work outside of the house, when my daughter was two she [my wife] bore me a son. My son was the joy of my life, I would walk into his room every morning before I left for work and doted on him and my daughter.
One day while sitting on the couch I noticed that the perspective of the lamp was odd, like inverted. It was still in 3D but... just.. wrong. (It was a square lamp base, red with gold trim on 4 legs and a white square shade). I was transfixed, I couldn't look away from it. I stayed up all night staring at it, the next morning I didn't go to work, something was just not right about that lamp.
I stopped eating, I left the couch only to use the bathroom at first, soon I stopped that too as I wasn't eating or drinking. I stared at the fucking lamp for 3 days before my wife got really worried, she had someone come and try to talk to me, by this time my cognizance was breaking up and my wife was freaking out. She took the kids to her mother's house just before I had my epiphany.... the lamp is not real.... the house is not real, my wife, my kids... none of that is real... the last 10 years of my life are not fucking real!
The lamp started to grow wider and deeper, it was still inverted dimensions, it took up my entire perspective and all I could see was red, I heard voices, screams, all kinds of weird noises and I became aware of pain.... a fucking shit ton of pain... the first words I said were "I'm missing teeth" and opened my eyes. I was laying on my back on the sidewalk surrounded by people that I didn't know, lots were freaking out, I was completely confused.
At some point a cop scooped me up, dragged/walked me across the sidewalk and grass and threw me face down in the back of a cop car, I was still confused.
I was taken to the hospital by the cop (seems he didn't want to wait for the ambulance to arrive) and give CT scans and shit..
I went through about 3 years of horrid depression, I was grieving the loss of my wife and children and dealing with the knowledge that they never existed, I was scared that I was going insane as I would cry myself to sleep hoping I would see her in my dreams. I never have, but sometimes I see my son, usually just a glimpse out of my peripheral vision, he is perpetually 5 years old and I can never hear what he says.
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I always hate doing these interviews. The buzz of florescent lights. The rhythmic clop clop clop of boots on tile. The sterile smell, and the knowledge that on the other side of a heavy metal door, is someone who thinks they've survived something horrible. Really their ordeal has just begun. I'm going to have to make this poor person relive every moment of the nightmare they just escaped. But it's got to be done now, while it's still fresh on their brain. Before the trauma cover's up any more than it already has. But even worse they're gonna have to live with what happened for the rest of their lives. Wondering if they could have done something different. If they could have saved one of their loved ones. It's all a part of living here, Nowhere. That's literally the name of the town. But you won't find it on any map. Nobody comes here on purpose. And nobody that finds this place leaves any better than when they came here. I work with the Nowhere sheriff's department, special investigations unit. Nowhere has a problem. It's the epicenter of cryptid activity for the whole country. We're not really sure why. Some people speculate that it's where cryptids come to our world, like the space between dimensions is thinner here. Maybe there's just something that draws them here. It doesn't really matter that much to me. I'm just here to do my job, however depressing that may be. The special investigations unit was formed to catalog the different kinds of cryptids that call Nowhere home. Also to provide containment procedures so they don't end up just roaming the whole damn country and wreaking havoc. Every year there are a few out of towners that show up here by accident. A family on a road trip. A bus that took a wrong turn, full of teens on their way to the next big football game. No matter who it is or how they got here it always ends tragically. Sometimes, one of them will end up on the other side of that heavy metal door. Frantically trying to make sense of what's happened and waiting for me to take my seat on the other side of the table in that room.
The door closes behind me with an unnerving metal clunk. I take my seat on the other side of the desk and set down my tape recorder. The device makes a satisfying click when I press the record button. "Hello, I am detective Allen Stone, with the Nowhere special investigations unit." I say, to the justifiably nerve racked teenager across the table from me. "Umm... Hi... S-shure. Can... Can I call my parents? What? What was that? Where is-". "Hang on a second kid." I interrupt. "Just take a take a deep breath. I'm sure you've been through a lot, so take a second to organize yourself. State your name for the record and start from the beginning." After a few deep breaths the kid begins to steady himself. He has to have a strong will to have survived an encounter with anything out here, and it's showing now. "My name is James White." Another deep breath and a sigh comes as he settles himself into his seat. "My friends and I. Liv, Kent, and Lana. We have this YouTube channel. We're unban explorers. We find-." He stops himself as concern and regret fall over his face. "We used to find these creepy and abandoned places and we would go and film ourselves exploring them. It wasn't a big channel or anything. Only a few followers. Well, a couple months ago we started getting suggestions to go check out this abandoned mental hospital. But we couldn't find an address for it or any information about it anywhere. Then the messages started coming with directions on how to get there. It was weird because the instructions started from where we record. We all thought it was weird but didn't look into it because it's not like we hide our locations or anything. Anyway, we decided to follow the directions and go check it out. Once we got outside of town we started to realize that we were taking roads that none of us recognized, like none of us remembered them being there. None of it felt familiar at all, and it's not like we were super far away from town. We should have been able to recognize something. But we were all amazed when we finally got to the place. It was huge. The whole place was overgrown, including the fence that went around it. No way you could even see it from the road. We had to cut the lock off the front gate to get into the courtyard. Vines covered most of the place. It looked like it had been abandoned for a really long time, like in the 50's or something. We made our way through the courtyard filming all the statues and the big fountain in front and the big marble pillars on either side of the doors. Now that I think of it, the doors were the only thing outside that weren't covered in vines. They weren't locked either, they just opened. No creepy old building rusty hinges or anything. It was dark inside, but we expected that. We all had headlamps. We decided to split into two groups. Me and Kent stayed down stairs and the girls went up to the next floor. It was exactly what you'd expect for a while. Dusty shelves covered in moldy old medical textbooks, gurneys with squeaky wheels, old timey surgical stuff. Until we heard a blood curdling scream. Kent and I looked at each other wide eyed for a moment before we both realized, it was one of the girls. Without having to even say anything we both sprinted back into the main hall and up the stairs to the next floor, taking the steps two at a time. We made it to the next landing and took off from what direction we thought the scream may have come from. Quickly we came to a round room that didn't have any doors. Liv was in the floor crying with her knees pulled to her chest, and Lana was next to her trying her best to comfort her. I asked what happened and Lana just pointed towards the center of the room. There in the middle of the floor, was a body. It was grotesque. Parts of the man were missing. It looked like an arm was wrenched off of him and his stomach was torn open. I felt my stomach turn and lost whatever was in it. Then I heard Kent say, "what the fuck is that?". I looked up to see that there were rows of mannequins posed around the room, all looking toward the center, toward the man. Kent had made his way through them to one in particular. It was slightly taller, faceless like the rest, but different. The proportions were all wrong. The arms and fingers were uneven and too long. The fingers ended in sharp boney protrusions. It made me feel ill to look at it directly so I focused on Kent. "Kent no, we have to leave now!" I said with as much forcefulness as I could muster. Kent poked it in its oddly fleshy chest. "Oh shit!" He said, as he turned back towards me. As soon as his gaze broke from the thing , it jerked to life. Its movements were jerky and interrupted but lightning fast. In an instant and with one motion it's long boney fingers were wrapped around Kent's middle, pinning his arms at his sides. It's face had split open down the middle and had already begun digging rows of sharp needle-like teeth into Kent's head. I was horrified. But while I was looking directly at it, it had stopped all movement. Both girls began screaming. I could feel hot tears rolling down my face. I knew I couldn't hold my gaze on it for much longer. Looking directly at it seemed to stop it from moving but went from making me feel ill to feeling like daggers being pushed into my eyes. I yelled at the girls. Telling them to run, they have to run. Kent must have realized what was about to happen. He began pleading with me. Telling me that I can't do this to him, that I was killing him. I knew that I was, but I couldn't hold out any longer. Once I heard the girls footsteps clear the doorway, I told Kent I'm sorry and turned to run. As soon as I turned to run away I heard Kent scream, but it was cut off by a sickening snap that I could feel in my chest and the wet slapping sounds of flesh being torn apart. I rounded the corner of the room to see the girls already at the landing to the top of the stairs. They both jumped back from the stairs and screamed again. They turned to run deeper into the hospital. I had no choice but to follow. As I passed the top of the stairs I stole a look down. I regretted it. About halfway up the stairs were two more of the creatures. Frozen in their jilted movements, by me looking at them. I could see flashes of movement from the corners of my eyes as I broke line of sight, and felt as if I hadn't already emptied my stomach I'd do so again. Looking ahead, the girls were gone. I didn't have time to think about it I just had to keep moving. A hand reached out from one of the rooms along the hallway and pulled me in. The door was quickly yet quietly closed behind me and I heard a lock gently being set. I looked up to see my savior. It was Liv, but looking around, I didn't see Lana. Still gasping for air I asked where Lana was. Liv said she didn't know. That she had dove in the room we were in but Lana didn't follow. She started to say something but she was interrupted by the uneven sound of staggering footsteps outside the door. They crept closer and closer. I'm sure they were right outside when one of them let out a guttural growl. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest when the knob started to turn. It turned right, then left, then the creature made a frustrated growling noise. It stomped off in the direction that Lana must have gone. We both stared at the door for what must have been several minutes. It could have been hours or even days for all I could have told. It was Liv that finally broke the silence when she stammered out, "what the hell was that?". We came to the same conclusions on how they operate, and that we don't know anything else. The real difference in opinion was on what to do next. I wanted to get us out and to the door. Right now, with all the attention on Lana could be the only opportunity we have to get out. Liv wanted to go find Lana. I pleaded with her, told her Lana was probably already dead, that we didn't have a way to fight those things, and that this may be our only opportunity to get help. In the end it didn't matter. She was going, and it didn't matter if I came with her or not. I couldn't let her go alone. So I convinced her that we needed to be careful about it. We worked some legs free from a table in the room. They were sturdy and wooden, and each had a couple of bolts sticking out of one end. We had no way of knowing if it would help, but it couldn't hurt. We slowly made our way back into the hallway. It was so dark and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Rounding a corner I saw one standing in a doorway to a room with a heavy metal door. I jumped back around the corner and as soon as I broke line of sight it began growling. I knew that somehow, it knew that I had seen it. I did the only thing I could do. I charged back around the corner focusing my vision directly on it and it froze in place. Thankfully, it didn't have time to move much. It had only just gotten turned around in the doorway. It's grotesque face, still split open mid growl. I came right up in front of it and with all the force I could muster, I kicked it square in it's mid section. The thing fell backwards into the room. I grabbed the door, slammed it closed and set the lock on the outside of the door as fast as I could. No sooner than the lock was set, it began growling and scratching at the door. I fell to the ground and dry heaved. Liv placed her hand on my back, trying to comfort me. She asked why the door locked from the outside. The only thing I could think of was it was an isolation room for mental patients. Our conversation was cut off by a scream. It was Lana, it had to be. We sprinted in the direction of the scream, coming to what seemed to be a large storage room of some kind. Lana was pinned to the floor by one of the creatures. We both ran towards her trying to stare at the creature to keep it from hurting Lana, but I was side lined by another one. I managed to put the table leg between me and it. When I was able to focus on it, it had its teeth already sunk into the wood. I was pinned down to the floor, nothing I could do but try and watch it to keep it from advancing. Every cell in my body screamed at me to look away. Every time I blinked it would press harder on me and the table leg would splinter a little more. Until I couldn't handle it anymore. I accepted my fate and closed my eyes. Just as my eyes shut there was a crack and a spray of warm liquid over my face and the monster fell off of me. I looked to see Liv standing over me with a blood soaked table leg. She had saved me. The head of the creature that was on top of me was a mangled mess of blood and gore. The creature that had attacked Lana had suffered a similar fate, but Lana was still on the ground. Blood bloomed from a wound in her abdomen. I moved to her and tried to get her up, but she was too weak. Her chest heaved and her eyes fluttered. Soon her chest stopped moving and her form went limp. I could feel hot tears once again running down my now bloodied face, when I heard the all too familiar, sickly, wet, snap from behind me. I spun around to see another creature had come up behind Liv without her noticing. It had its mouth wrapped around her head and had wrenched her neck at a sharp angle. Her body hung lifelessly from her neck. I stared at it, freezing the creature in place like a macabre statue. My whole body protested looking at it but was too filled with rage to stop. Locked in a fatal staring contest with this thing that had killed all of my friends, my fingers probed the floor around me until they found the table leg. Raising the leg over my shoulder like a bat I hoped that the creature could feel emotion. So it could feel just as hopeless as each of us had. When the makeshift club made contact with the side of the creature's head it dropped Liv and tumbled to the floor. I continued beating it until it was entirely unrecognizable. There was only one thing left to do. Returning to the room where one of the creatures locked inside, I could hear it still scratching at the door. Standing to one side with the table leg cocked over my shoulder, I slapped open the lock with the other hand. The creature came barreling out of the door only to get clotheslined by the hard wooden table leg. Over head strikes rained down on it while I kept my eyes closed. I wanted to know it was feeling every blow. It growled in protest. The growls became a gurgle and the gurgles became silence. I made my way out of the hospital. Only when I saw the vehicle we brought here did I realize that Kent had the keys when we went in. I was not going back in to get them. Even if there weren't any more of those things, I couldn't bear the thought of seeing Kent's corpse. So, I just started walking. After a while a police officer saw me and brought me here."
"I'm sorry you had to go through all that." I say to the kid. "I know you probably don't believe any of it, but I swear, all of it happened. Just like I told you." He pleads with me. "Deciding what to believe or not believing isn't part of what I do here. I listen to you and I make a report." I explain. "I'm going to have a deputy take you home. There's going to be some men in suits that come by your house to speak to you about this some more. They'll have my report so you won't have to explain the whole thing again, but it is very important that you don't talk to anyone else about this. Not your parents, nobody. Understand?" "Yeah, I got it." As I leave the room I stop and make a final statement. "One last thing, and I know I probably don't have to tell you this, but, never try to find this place again." I don't wait for a response. I close the door and file one more report for one more poor soul that will never be the same again, because they stumbled across Nowhere.
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Video - Read by MrCreepyPasta (invidious)
The worst thing I’ve ever done in my life happened about twelve years ago, when I was a sixteen year old kid living in Cleveland, Ohio. [...] Earlier that year, about the time the last school year had let out, one of my friends from work, had taught me a technique to make yourself pass out with the help of an assistant. It worked something like this: One person would rapidly take ten deep, heavy breaths, and on the tenth, squeeze his eyes shut and hold his breath as tightly as possible while crossing his wrists over his heart. The assistant would then give the person a huge bear hug from behind and squeeze the person’s wrists into his breastbone. Within seconds, the person holding their breath would lose consciousness.
Text - creepypasta by unseen_wombat
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In honor of the fall season, these 10 creepypastas have a Halloween theme. So, as popular creepypasta narrator, Otis Jiry says, “Pull up a chair, get some popcorn, put your feet up, and have a listen…if you dare”.
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“Dhost” by Melanie Tem
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“The End of All Hallows Eve” by Mike W.
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“Thanks” Halloween Horror Short by LixianTV
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“The Last Trick or Treaters” by J.A. Marshall
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“Pumpkins” by Night Terrors
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“The Masked Man” by Harrison Dimpley
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“The Witches and the Circle” by Eric Dodd
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“Trick Or Treating” by McCreepyPasta
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“The Halloween Mask” by Slimebeast
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(I tried to find the text version for all of them, but for a couple, i wasn't lucky enough.)
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Video - Read by The Dark Somnium (YT) | Link Invidious
Our innate curiosity and lust for knowledge has not always led us to greatness, however. True evil and darkness have also been uncovered in humanity's conquest of knowledge. And in the end, I fear this evil will be our doom. I do not say this from the standpoint of a great philosopher who has sat and simply pondered things either, no, I say this because I have seen it; experienced it. I was a part of it.
Text - Creepypasta by Zyon J
Art By Makany
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Video - READ by The Otis Jiry Channel / Link Invidious
Ghost stories? Nah, we don’t have anything like that around here. We DO have the story of Jacob, but that’s about as close as you’ll get. …You really want to know?… Well, I’m not supposed to tell you, but all right, just no interrupting. I don’t have the patience for it.
Text - Creepypasta by Peterdivine
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