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| Chupacabra |
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Albino Nigger Anti-Hero

Group: Elder Things
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| QUOTE | | The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a lock on the door. |
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 You're a real Pollyanna Chup. - ScutigeraColeoptrata outhouseinferno: chup's species came here when the teenaged ufo drivers threw their used condom out the airlock
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| Rasec Wizzlbang |
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Move mountains! Mount movements!

Group: Elder Things
Posts: 7,514
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You may as well just go
| QUOTE | | Something scary happened. |
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| Tiki Snakes |
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Oozing Larva

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Joined: 1-October 11

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| QUOTE | Every time you exhale, a little bit of your soul escapes. Luckily, you almost always inhale it back before anyone else gets to it. Almost.
Ever fogged up a mirror with your breath?
Don't do that. |
Personal favourite. Think I got it from the SCP site, somewhere.
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| Revereche |
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ハヒ〜♥

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| QUOTE | | If you feel a chill up your spine, someone is walking on your future grave. |
I like that one.
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| Chupacabra |
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Albino Nigger Anti-Hero

Group: Elder Things
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| QUOTE | Yesterday upon the stair, I met a man who wasn’t there. He wasn’t there again today, Oh how I wish he’d go away. |
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 You're a real Pollyanna Chup. - ScutigeraColeoptrata outhouseinferno: chup's species came here when the teenaged ufo drivers threw their used condom out the airlock
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| dodoman1 |
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Death once came for Fran Drescher. She'd had better

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| QUOTE | Each night Father fills me with dread When he sits at the foot of my bed; I'd not mind that he speaks In gibbers and squeaks But for seventeen years he's been dead. |
Edward Gorey.
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| dodoman1 |
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Death once came for Fran Drescher. She'd had better

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| QUOTE (Chupacabra @ Sep 30 2011, 07:22 PM) | | The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a lock on the door. |
Not to double-post or anything, but I keep misreading this as "There was a knock on the door." I think that makes it scarier.
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| Chupacabra |
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Albino Nigger Anti-Hero

Group: Elder Things
Posts: 8,238
Member No.: 14
Joined: 7-April 09

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| QUOTE (dodoman1 @ Sep 30 2011, 08:39 PM) | | Not to double-post or anything, but I keep misreading this as "There was a knock on the door." I think that makes it scarier. |
That's the original version.
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| Mothman |
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Oozing Larva

Group: Verifiable Organisms
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Member No.: 409
Joined: 31-July 11

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This one isn't as short as the previous ones, but it is still shorter than your typical creepypasta.
| QUOTE | A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.” |
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| leesamfish |
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Yeah, they're dead. They're all messed up.

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The yesterday upon the stair one reminds me of that one poem:
one bright day in the middle of the night two dead boys got up to fight ....
That one.
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