SEASON 2
Episode 1 - Taro-chan
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Friday 1 August 2014
Milk for the ugly
One of the amazing piece of art i've ever read. Ada vibe2 ngeri dan ala2 seram sikit, tambahan lagi dengan cara artwork dia.. This really use tons of effort so, kudos to all the people that involve in this amzing piece.
Story dia memang best so korang kena baca sendiri okay.
If you happen to have deviantart account, feel free to leave a comment on the artists page. Who knows he might make more like this in the future...
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Tuesday 1 July 2014
Monday 23 June 2014
Girl at the Library
Yesterday, I went to the library to look up some horror novels. I
asked the librarian where the horror section was, and she directed me to
a collection of shelves towards the far end of the building against a
wall. I was browsing through the titles there when I came across a gap
in the books, and noticed a beautiful girl on the other side peering
through at me. Our eyes met for a brief moment and she smiled. My social
awkwardness got the better of me and I turned around, blushing, and
looked at other books away from her. I tried to work up the courage to
talk to her, but in the end I just picked up a couple of books and
brought them to the counter. Dammit, I wish I wasn’t such a pussy. If I
had talked to her, maybe I could have gotten her number…
What makes this story creepy?
What makes this story creepy?
The Hello Kitty Murder
The Hello Kitty Murder in Hong Kong refers to the case of a night club hostess, Fan Man-yee who was kidnapped and tortured in an apartment in 1999. She was decapitated and her head was put in a Hello Kitty doll, hence the name of the case
After a month of imprisonment and torture, she was killed, dismembered and her skull was stuffed into a giant Hello Kitty
mermaid doll. They discarded most of the other body parts. Only the
woman’s skull, one tooth and some internal organs were recovered
The killing was exposed after the 14-year-old
girlfriend of one of the three perpetrators reported having continual
dreams of being haunted by Fan’s ghost.
The court debated whether she died from drug overdose or torture, nevertheless the court sentenced the 3 men to life in prison.
I really don’t want to go into the brutal details, because I can’t stand gore but you can read about it here
Crowded Elevator
I hate being in crowds when it’s hot. Fucking hate it. I’m
exhausted from work, and then I have to ride the damn rush hour train
home. I stagger back to my apartment building and waited for the
elevator. There’s another goddamn crowd here.
An old woman and her husband, two kids in elementary school, a college student, a businessman in a suit, and a mom with a kid on her back and another holding her hand.
We all got inside, and just as the doors are about to close, this cute girl in a white dress slips past them. The weight buzzer goes off. Well, that makes sense, this thing’s got a limit of 9 adults. She looks embarrassed and tries to get off, but I smiled and stepped out of the elevator.
As the doors close, she’s smiling back at me. Very cute. I honestly didn’t want to be stuck on a full elevator, but still, it’s totally worth it.
I took the next elevator up and went back to my place. The TV’s on, and the news is talking about some chick that’s gone missing.
What makes this story creepy?
An old woman and her husband, two kids in elementary school, a college student, a businessman in a suit, and a mom with a kid on her back and another holding her hand.
We all got inside, and just as the doors are about to close, this cute girl in a white dress slips past them. The weight buzzer goes off. Well, that makes sense, this thing’s got a limit of 9 adults. She looks embarrassed and tries to get off, but I smiled and stepped out of the elevator.
As the doors close, she’s smiling back at me. Very cute. I honestly didn’t want to be stuck on a full elevator, but still, it’s totally worth it.
I took the next elevator up and went back to my place. The TV’s on, and the news is talking about some chick that’s gone missing.
What makes this story creepy?
Monday 16 June 2014
Express Train
Scary stories from around the internet translated into English.
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It’s five minutes to midnight, and I’m on an express train on the outskirts of Tokyo. It’s just me and a few other people, and then this one guy gets on. When he gets in, he looks around and suddenly has this terrified expression on his face as the doors close behind him.
He walks up to a woman, “Excuse me ma’am, are you 28?”
"That’s exactly right," the woman says. "How could you tell?"
He ignores her and turns to the man next to me, “And you, you’re 45?”
"Why yes, that’s right."
He looks at me then, “And you’re 35.”
"That’s correct. But how do you know?"
"And you miss, you’re 50?"
"Yes that’s right. But I’ll be turning 51 tomorrow, in five minutes."
When she says this, the man goes white as a sheet.
"I have a special power: I can see how long each of you is going to live."
What makes this story creepy?
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It’s five minutes to midnight, and I’m on an express train on the outskirts of Tokyo. It’s just me and a few other people, and then this one guy gets on. When he gets in, he looks around and suddenly has this terrified expression on his face as the doors close behind him.
He walks up to a woman, “Excuse me ma’am, are you 28?”
"That’s exactly right," the woman says. "How could you tell?"
He ignores her and turns to the man next to me, “And you, you’re 45?”
"Why yes, that’s right."
He looks at me then, “And you’re 35.”
"That’s correct. But how do you know?"
"And you miss, you’re 50?"
"Yes that’s right. But I’ll be turning 51 tomorrow, in five minutes."
When she says this, the man goes white as a sheet.
"I have a special power: I can see how long each of you is going to live."
What makes this story creepy?
Thursday 22 May 2014
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Ini salah satu creepy stories favourite aku. No screamer or anything just read it and hayati jalan cerita ni betul-betul or korang missed something. Selamat berjaya ~
One of my favorite stories, no sceamer or anything. Read it it carefully or you'll missed something ~ goodluck
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Creepiest Things Said by Kids
1:
My daughter had an imaginary friend named Sally, she told me once about
how Sally was in jail for chopping her mom’s head off….
2: My daughter when we were home alone one night, “mommy, who’s that man on the ceiling?”
3: “The shadow man keeps talking to me at my window.”
4: I was reading a story to my daughter when she suddenly slammed it shut, point to the empty doorway, and screamed “you get out of here! You’ve killed enough people!”
5: “I need to get my hands on a giant penis so I can put this fire out all the way!”
6: “Daddy, when can we get rid of that kid hanging in my closet?” I asked her what she was talking about and she told me all about a teenage boy who was hanging by a belt around his neck in her closet. I went to her closet there was nothing there, and she said he only is there when I’m not around.
7: “There are three dead kids buried in our back yard. They told me where we can find them.”
8: My five year old son once looked up at me while we were watching a movie and said, “I think I remember coming out of your no-no.”
9: “Mommy, there’s a kid covered in blood in my bedroom and he won’t go away.”
10: My 4yo shook me awake one night and asked if she could sleep with me because tonight the old woman at the window was being mean for some reason.
11: An 8 year old I used to teach had a hard time with eye contact and appropriate touch. He looked me straight in the eyes one morning, not missing a beat, and told me, “you know, I think you’d look a lot better if you were dead in my basement.”
12: “Mom, why is that lady from the cemetery sitting in my room?”
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Admin Z : All these creepy kids tho =͟͟͞͞ =͟͟͞͞ ﾍ( ´Д`)ﾉ
2: My daughter when we were home alone one night, “mommy, who’s that man on the ceiling?”
3: “The shadow man keeps talking to me at my window.”
4: I was reading a story to my daughter when she suddenly slammed it shut, point to the empty doorway, and screamed “you get out of here! You’ve killed enough people!”
5: “I need to get my hands on a giant penis so I can put this fire out all the way!”
6: “Daddy, when can we get rid of that kid hanging in my closet?” I asked her what she was talking about and she told me all about a teenage boy who was hanging by a belt around his neck in her closet. I went to her closet there was nothing there, and she said he only is there when I’m not around.
7: “There are three dead kids buried in our back yard. They told me where we can find them.”
8: My five year old son once looked up at me while we were watching a movie and said, “I think I remember coming out of your no-no.”
9: “Mommy, there’s a kid covered in blood in my bedroom and he won’t go away.”
10: My 4yo shook me awake one night and asked if she could sleep with me because tonight the old woman at the window was being mean for some reason.
11: An 8 year old I used to teach had a hard time with eye contact and appropriate touch. He looked me straight in the eyes one morning, not missing a beat, and told me, “you know, I think you’d look a lot better if you were dead in my basement.”
12: “Mom, why is that lady from the cemetery sitting in my room?”
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Admin Z : All these creepy kids tho =͟͟͞͞ =͟͟͞͞ ﾍ( ´Д`)ﾉ
23 Parents Describe Their Kids’ Creepy Imaginary Friends (That Are Probably Actually Demons)
1. He doesn’t have a face
My son from the age of three always tells me about the “creeper man” who lives in my mom and dads bedroom. He brings it up after he visits them. I made the mistake once of asking what he looks like. My son said “Oh, he doesn’t have a face.”
2. “You’ll get used to killing”
A parent of one of my students told us in a meeting that she was concerned because her son (7 years old) talked about an invisible ghost who would talk to him and play with him in his room. He said the ghost was called The Captain and was an old white guy with a beard. The kid would tell his mom that The Captain told him when he grows up his job will be to kill people, and The Captain would tell him who needed to be killed. The kid would cry and say he doesn’t want to kill when he grows up, but The Captain tells him he doesn’t have a choice and he’ll get used to killing after a while.
3. Little girl ghost
When my daughter was three she had an imaginary friend named Kelly who lived in her closet. Kelly sat in a little rocking chair while she slept, played with her, etc. Typical imaginary friend shit. Anyway, fast forward two years later, the wife and I are watching the new Amityville (the one with Ryan Renolds) and our daughter walks out right when dead girl goes all black eyed. Far from being disturbed she said “That looks like Kelly.” “Kelly who?” we say “You know the dead girl that lived in my closet.”
4. Bad rabbit
my cousin, when she was 5, and I was 17, had a stuffed rabbit that she talked to and carried everywhere.
One day she was asleep on the couch while I was watching her, and she woke up and started yelling at her rabbit for no reason. One minute she was knocked out, the next, she’s awake, glaring at her rabbit, yelling, “No! You can’t do that! That’s bad! Don’t do it!” repeatedly. I asked her what was wrong, tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn’t listen. I finally just took the rabbit up to her room, and when I came back down she was asleep on the couch again. Fuck whatever that rabbit was planning on doing.
5. Roger won’t be around anymore…
My little brother’s imaginary friend, Roger, lived under our coffee table. Roger had a wife and 9 kids. Roger and his family lived peacefully alongside us for three years. One day, my little brother announced that Roger wouldn’t be around anymore, since he shot and killed him and his whole family. I don’t know if he remembers any of this, but his genuine lack of remorse was very disturbing.
6. A boy in the tree
My folks’ farm surrounds a cemetery, and my dad and my niece were walking down there. My niece (4) looks up and says “What’s that boy doing up in that tree?” There was no boy, but she insisted there was and could describe him.
7. The bunny man
When I was 16, I babysat twins who were in the third grade at the time. They always spoke of a man in an Easter Bunny costume, and they were terrified of him. One day I was babysitting, and one twin was in the shower. His brother and I were sitting downstairs watching television when all of the sudden, he said, “you need to go check on Matt.” Seconds later, Matt yelled, “He’s in here!!! He’s in here!!!” I ran upstairs, and I had to check every room before he would calm down. I’m not sure which part of the experience freaked me out the most.
8. Poor Shaggy
when my mom was younger she had an imaginary friend named Shaggy. When she was finished with Shaggy, she “chopped him up and put him in the fridge.”
9. “Smash Daddy’s head”
when my brother was just learning how to talk he grabbed one of those small toy hammers and crawled onto the sofa where my dad was sleeping. He then leant in close and whispered one of his first sentences… ‘smash daddy’s head’ right into his ear.
10. Dark angels
When my brother was little he acted like he had angels talking to him every second. One day my mom overheard him say,
“I can’t kill him! He’s my only dad!”
11. “That’s the man”
My daughter used to tell me about a man who came into her room every night and put the sign of the cross on her forehead. I thought it was just a dream. Then my mother-in-law sent over some family photos. My daughter looked right at the picture of my husband’s father (who has been dead for 16 years) and said ‘That’s the man who comes into my room at night!’ My husband later told me his father would always do the sign of the cross on his forehead when he was young.
12. Message from beyond
My wife and i overheard my 2year daughter on the baby monitor wake up on Saturday morning and say “what? OK I’ll tell her” then get up and come into our bedroom and told my wife “Mary says you’re doing a good job.” Mary was her grandmother that she was extremely close too that passed away.
13. I called him Spooky guy
As a kid, I said that my imaginary friend was a ghost. I called him Spooky Guy and said he died in the garage of the house on the hill behind ours. I even came up with his death. He was a 16 year old who got in a car crash and walked to that house to ask to use their phone (died in the 70′s). The person lived there grabbed him and sexually abused him there and killed him. He was my imaginary friend as far back as I can remember. This scared my mom so much that she tried to look up records to see if that happened and got me a therapist.
14. Icy wants me to tell you it will be tonight
In high school one of my best friends had a little sister who was five or six years old. One day we stopped by his place, completely high, because he needed to get his Magic cards. While waiting for him to come downstairs his sister came up to me and said, “Icy told me to ask you if you know when you’re going to die.”
I laughed nervously: morbid question, right? But I knew all about Icy, her imaginary friend. I even helped her draw a picture of him once. So I played along and said, “No, of course not! No one knows that. Hopefully when I’m very old.”
The girl shook her head sadly and said, “No, Icy wants me to tell you it’ll be tonight.” And with that, she just walked away.
15. It is the punishment
i was seventeen and babysitting a friend of the family’s six year old. he’d been in bed a couple of hours and i just peeked in to check on him. he wasn’t in the bed and when i opened the door wider, i saw he was standing in the corner, facing the wall. creepiest fucking thing ever. i asked him what he was doing and all he did was turn around, smile, and put his finger to his lips as if to say “shhh”. i asked him again what he was doing and all he says is, “leave us. it is the punishment.”
16. Keep kicking
my grandfather had a camp on Lake Dering in NH when I was a kid. One day when I was 6 or so, I fell off of the dock and into the water. I couldn’t swim. While under, I distinctly remember seeing a little girl down there who told me to look up towards the sun and just keep kicking and I’d be fine. I swam to the surface just in time for my grandfather to swoop me up and pull me back on the dock.
17. Nope
When my boy was 4, his imaginary friend would sit in the corner of the room when you switched off the lights and light the room with red glowing eyes
18. They were both dead
Kid I used to babysit had imaginary friends. They were dead. One had no head. One was an old lady. They were both bloody. The one with no head had insides sticking out of his neck.
I didn’t ask him questions about them because fuck that.
19. Tracy
When my niece was about 4 she had an imaginary friend, which I don’t remember the name of. She would blame things she did on this imaginary friend but also talked about how this friend would watch scooby doo with her. One day I thought, why don’t I find out more about this friend. So I asked her to tell me about her friend. And she said, “she’s a she and she’s dead.” And I said okay, “does she have a job?” And she said, “she does what my daddy does!” Which is that her imaginary friend was a cop. Okay. So then I said, “where is your imaginary friend a police woman at?” And she said, “right next I to where my daddy is a policeman.” And I said okay. But then she said, “I met her when I was in my mummy’s belly. She touched it when I was inside.”
A few months before my niece was born my cousin Tracy had died. She was hit by a train. She loved watching scooby doo and had a ton of memorabilia. She was also a cop. She was a cop in the town that is right next to the one my brother in law is a cop in, my nieces “daddy.” My niece’s imaginary friend was my dead cousin. There is no other way she could have known all that at the age of 4.
20. “That’s why I don’t like water now”
When my kid was 4, we were watching a docu on the Titanic. The scene was a picture of the schematics of the boiler room and the camera panned from left to right over the plans. He pointed at the tv and said, “That’s wrong. The boilers were on the Other side. And I was right here.” And he pointed to a small space in the boiler room. “That’s where I was. And that’s why I don’t like water now.”
21. Emily
when my sister was probably about 6 or 7, she had an imaginary friend named Emily. She told us Emily lived in her closet, wore an old black dress, and had long dark hair and she was the same age as my sister. My sister played with Emily constantly. My parents started noticing my sister acting weird. Just sitting in the middle of her room whispering to Emily quite a bit and acting a lot more distant towards them. I remember a very specific day, my brother was walking by her room and my sister was sitting in the middle of her room….but she turned around and hissed at him. He was scared shitless. He told me it didn’t even look like my sister. My parents ran up to her room and i could hear my sister just screaming and screaming as loud as she “get out”.
I have no idea what happened in that room but I ran to the bottom of my stairs and the screaming stopped, I saw my parents holding my sister crying their eyes out, she was sobbing as well. I’ve asked her about it today. She’s 24 now. She told me that Emily used to tell her to do horrible things to herself. She actually used to wake up on the roof and not remember how she got there. I’m not kidding. Apparently Emily absolutely hated my parents so she turned my sister against them. She hates talking about it so i never brought up that specific night. This all happened at my old house. When we moved into a different house, Emily was gone. I’m not making any of this up. My sisters little friend was a really big deal to my family and messed things up for a long time. I’m just relieved we left that house.
22. She floated above his bed at night
When my younger brother was around 4, he had an imaginary friend named Victoria Meadowbrooke. He told us that she was the prettiest girl ever and she floated above his bed a night.
23. “The Evil is coming”
When my older daughter was two or three, she used to have a couple of imaginary friends, Dodo and DeeDee. They were typical imaginary friends. She would talk to them and play with them, and tell me about their lives.Then one day, when she was about three, she was talking on her play phone when I walked into the room. She “hung up” her phone and said to me (with a completely flat voice and deadpan expression): “The Evil is coming.”
Bolehkan Anda Lihat "Penjaga" Anda? Can You See Your Guardian Spirit?
Pernah tak rasa macam kadang-kadang ada orang perhatikan kita tapi bila kita toleh tak ada sesiapa? Pernah tak kadang-kadang rasa macam orang pernah panggil kita tapi bila kita pastikan balik tak ada sesiapa? Sesetengah orang kata ia mungkin "penjaga" kita. Untuk orang islam ini mungkin dianggap khurafat tapi tak mustahilkan sebab walaupun zaman dah maju, masih ada orang minta pertolongan dari makhluk halus kan. Jadi, tak ada apa yang mustahil.
Soalan saya, inginkah anda lihat "penjaga" anda?
Berdasarkan dari blog Saya, terdapat satu cara untuk anda "lihat" penjaga anda.
Tutup mata anda
Bayangkan tangga dirumah anda, naik dan turun tangga tersebut sebanyak 10 kali secara perlahan-lahan.
Pada kali ke-10, pusing kebelakang dan gambaran apakah yang anda nampak.
Kalau kuasa psychic anda kuat, anda akan nampak gambaran yang jelas akan "penjaga" anda dan jika kuasa psychic anda lemah, berkemungkinan anda tidak akan nampak . TETAPI jika kuasa psychic "penjaga" anda kuat, anda akan nampak kegelapan sahaja.
Macam yang saya kata, untuk orang islam ini mungkin dianggap khurafat tapi tak mustahilkan sebab walaupun zaman dah maju, masih ada orang minta pertolongan dari makhluk halus kan. Jadi, tak ada apa yang mustahil. Ini bukan upacara rasmi untuk menyesatkan atau apa. Ini sekadar hiburan semata-mata.
PENGALAMAN ADMIN Z
So admin Z try ritual ni . Admin imagine tangga rumah admin sendiri dan turun naik sebanyak 10 kali. kali ke-10 tu bila admin pusing belakang, ada imej kepala, dengan mulut terbuka luas menuju ke admin dengan pantas pastu hilang. And yang peliknya ruang tamu admin pun tetiba gelap (bila admin bayangkan tangga, imej ruang tamu terselit sekali). And lepas buat imagine2 ni kepala tengkuk admin pula yang sakit.
Me, Admin Z have tried this ritual. I imagine my own house stairs and went up and down for 10 times. At the tenth time, when i look back theres a head, with mouth wide open went straight at me and disappear. And my living room suddenly became dark. I don't know what that means, and i don't wanna know either. Probably i just didn't do it right but still.....
English Version
Soalan saya, inginkah anda lihat "penjaga" anda?
Berdasarkan dari blog Saya, terdapat satu cara untuk anda "lihat" penjaga anda.
Tutup mata anda
Bayangkan tangga dirumah anda, naik dan turun tangga tersebut sebanyak 10 kali secara perlahan-lahan.
Pada kali ke-10, pusing kebelakang dan gambaran apakah yang anda nampak.
Kalau kuasa psychic anda kuat, anda akan nampak gambaran yang jelas akan "penjaga" anda dan jika kuasa psychic anda lemah, berkemungkinan anda tidak akan nampak . TETAPI jika kuasa psychic "penjaga" anda kuat, anda akan nampak kegelapan sahaja.
Macam yang saya kata, untuk orang islam ini mungkin dianggap khurafat tapi tak mustahilkan sebab walaupun zaman dah maju, masih ada orang minta pertolongan dari makhluk halus kan. Jadi, tak ada apa yang mustahil. Ini bukan upacara rasmi untuk menyesatkan atau apa. Ini sekadar hiburan semata-mata.
PENGALAMAN ADMIN Z
So admin Z try ritual ni . Admin imagine tangga rumah admin sendiri dan turun naik sebanyak 10 kali. kali ke-10 tu bila admin pusing belakang, ada imej kepala, dengan mulut terbuka luas menuju ke admin dengan pantas pastu hilang. And yang peliknya ruang tamu admin pun tetiba gelap (bila admin bayangkan tangga, imej ruang tamu terselit sekali). And lepas buat imagine2 ni kepala tengkuk admin pula yang sakit.
Me, Admin Z have tried this ritual. I imagine my own house stairs and went up and down for 10 times. At the tenth time, when i look back theres a head, with mouth wide open went straight at me and disappear. And my living room suddenly became dark. I don't know what that means, and i don't wanna know either. Probably i just didn't do it right but still.....
English Version
Wednesday 9 April 2014
Made by filmmaker David F. Sandberg
Someone described it as “I normally can’t stand horror stuff, but this one was short enough to stomach. Once. After that, it’s all nope nope nope, and I’m never turning my lights off ever again.”WATCH THE FULL VIDEO HERE
FOR A BLOODY MARY SHORT FILM
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Tuesday 8 April 2014
Knocking
Scary stories from around the internet translated into English.
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I was on a business trip with a coworker. We stayed at the same hotel, so we stayed up talking for a while. He kept trying to freak me out by telling me that the place was haunted and that something was going to come for me in the night. Admittedly, I got kind of scared and when I went to bed I made sure to cover myself as much as possible. You know how it is.
Just as I expected, I heard someone knocking at my door in the middle of the night. I thought it might be a hotel employee, so I called out to see who it was. Nobody answered, though. I was scared even looking at the door, and the knocking continued all night long. As soon as the sun started to come up, the knocking stopped. I got dressed and hurried out of the room. I checked out without even eating breakfast because I didn’t want to be anywhere near the place.
After the business trip ended and I went back home, I told my coworker about the knocking. He smugly said that he knew it would happen because a while back, there had been a fire at the hotel. Most people made it out, but there were a few that had been stuck inside. Those people ended up being stuck in their rooms and died slowly from burns and smoke inhalation. It’s their spirits that appear at the hotel now.
Damn. Hearing that made me glad that I didn’t open the door. I wonder what would have happened if I had?
What makes this story creepy?
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I was on a business trip with a coworker. We stayed at the same hotel, so we stayed up talking for a while. He kept trying to freak me out by telling me that the place was haunted and that something was going to come for me in the night. Admittedly, I got kind of scared and when I went to bed I made sure to cover myself as much as possible. You know how it is.
Just as I expected, I heard someone knocking at my door in the middle of the night. I thought it might be a hotel employee, so I called out to see who it was. Nobody answered, though. I was scared even looking at the door, and the knocking continued all night long. As soon as the sun started to come up, the knocking stopped. I got dressed and hurried out of the room. I checked out without even eating breakfast because I didn’t want to be anywhere near the place.
After the business trip ended and I went back home, I told my coworker about the knocking. He smugly said that he knew it would happen because a while back, there had been a fire at the hotel. Most people made it out, but there were a few that had been stuck inside. Those people ended up being stuck in their rooms and died slowly from burns and smoke inhalation. It’s their spirits that appear at the hotel now.
Damn. Hearing that made me glad that I didn’t open the door. I wonder what would have happened if I had?
What makes this story creepy?
Who…?
Scary stories from around the internet translated into English.
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Well, I guess it’s time for me to get going.
I just noticed it’s already past noon.
Shit… I haven’t even washed my face yet.
I don’t really want to, but I should…. Blah.
I turn the water on at the sink and splash it on my face.
I take some face wash and spread it all over.
As I massage it into my skin, it begins to lather.
The water gurgling down the drain echoes in the bathroom.
Maybe I turned the faucet too far… Well, I better rinse the soap off.
I reach my hands out and search for the stream of water coming out of the faucet.
Huh? Where is it? I keep groping around, but I can’t find the water.
I open my eyes and endure the stinging of the soap as I search for the faucet.
The faucet… The faucet… Where is it?
Oh, there it is.
I turn the knob, and the water comes streaming out.
I rinse my face off… Finally all of the soap comes off.
I wipe my face off with a towel to dry myself off.
Man… I’m too scared to look in the mirror.
I haven’t even shaved my beard,
but I’m going to make a run for it while I still can.
What makes this story creepy?
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Well, I guess it’s time for me to get going.
I just noticed it’s already past noon.
Shit… I haven’t even washed my face yet.
I don’t really want to, but I should…. Blah.
I turn the water on at the sink and splash it on my face.
I take some face wash and spread it all over.
As I massage it into my skin, it begins to lather.
The water gurgling down the drain echoes in the bathroom.
Maybe I turned the faucet too far… Well, I better rinse the soap off.
I reach my hands out and search for the stream of water coming out of the faucet.
Huh? Where is it? I keep groping around, but I can’t find the water.
I open my eyes and endure the stinging of the soap as I search for the faucet.
The faucet… The faucet… Where is it?
Oh, there it is.
I turn the knob, and the water comes streaming out.
I rinse my face off… Finally all of the soap comes off.
I wipe my face off with a towel to dry myself off.
Man… I’m too scared to look in the mirror.
I haven’t even shaved my beard,
but I’m going to make a run for it while I still can.
What makes this story creepy?
Tape Recorder
Scary stories from around the internet translated into English.
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I have never believed in the paranormal. Ghosts, demons, aliens? It all seemed so stupid and fake to me. One of my friends is all superstitious about this shit and tries to convince me that this stuff is real and I should go look for a ghost or something on my own.
So whatever, I told him why the fuck not - just so I could prove him wrong and make him shut up. He told me there was an abandoned house a few blocks away from here that was alleged to be the home of a murdered woman years ago.
That night, I grabbed a tape recorder and flashlight and set off to explore the house and see if I could communicate with a ‘ghost’. I climbed through a window on the side of the house, crawled in and turned my light on.
The house was really desolate and empty. Definitely abandoned. The only thing in the house was a police tape covering the entrance of the staircase. The room at the top must of been where the scene of the murder took place. I tear it off and walk up the stairs into the room.
Dead silence. This seems to be the best place to communicate with a ghost, I thought to myself, so I began recording with the recorder.
"Hello? If there is a ghost in here, show me a sign and make a sound."
I stood there for about 10 seconds waiting for something.
Nothing.
I stopped the recording and waited a moment before I pressed play.
"Hello? If there is a ghost in here, show me a sign and make a sound."
Silence.
My heart sank. I run out as fast as I can and didn’t look back. I had never been so afraid in my life.
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Why was he afraid?
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I have never believed in the paranormal. Ghosts, demons, aliens? It all seemed so stupid and fake to me. One of my friends is all superstitious about this shit and tries to convince me that this stuff is real and I should go look for a ghost or something on my own.
So whatever, I told him why the fuck not - just so I could prove him wrong and make him shut up. He told me there was an abandoned house a few blocks away from here that was alleged to be the home of a murdered woman years ago.
That night, I grabbed a tape recorder and flashlight and set off to explore the house and see if I could communicate with a ‘ghost’. I climbed through a window on the side of the house, crawled in and turned my light on.
The house was really desolate and empty. Definitely abandoned. The only thing in the house was a police tape covering the entrance of the staircase. The room at the top must of been where the scene of the murder took place. I tear it off and walk up the stairs into the room.
Dead silence. This seems to be the best place to communicate with a ghost, I thought to myself, so I began recording with the recorder.
"Hello? If there is a ghost in here, show me a sign and make a sound."
I stood there for about 10 seconds waiting for something.
Nothing.
I stopped the recording and waited a moment before I pressed play.
"Hello? If there is a ghost in here, show me a sign and make a sound."
Silence.
My heart sank. I run out as fast as I can and didn’t look back. I had never been so afraid in my life.
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Why was he afraid?
Alternate Beauty
if you took a newborn child and exposed it to things we consider ugly: spiders, hideous monsters, and tell it that, that is beautiful, will it grow up with that altered sense of beauty? Or are things like that inherently considered unattractive?
X
X
Sunday 6 April 2014
Creepy Website
Click on your own risk.
(No screamer)
(No screamer)
- Dionaea House: a horrifying story, told through two guys mail conversation, about a haunted house
- Page of Ted: another haunting story about a man’s experience in an uncharted cave
- Castle of Spirits: a website with ghost stories, experiences and pictures. my mom banned me from going here because I used to freak myself out as a kid from this website
- Deep Cave: A man breaks scuba depth world record and finds the body of the last man to attempt it while down there. He makes plans to recover the body, but dies during the attempt. This is his website, as he left it, before he went on his last dive.
- Reborn Baby Dolls: where you can buy dolls that look EXACTLY and feel EXACTLY like a newborn baby
- Find a Grave: a website where you can find the graves of ancestors or famous people, create virtual memorials, add ‘virtual flowers’ and a note to a loved one’s grave
- This Man: a website about 1000’s of people all over the world, dreaming of the same man. Some say he’s the devil some say he’s god.
- Exit Mundi: a collection of end of the world scenario’s
- Haunted House: where you can find any haunted house in the U.S
- Truthism: an extremely wacko cult website about how reptilian aliens are responsible for everything wrong, how humanity is controlled by aliens and how the sun is a cube and that the inner Earth exists
- The Jonestown Mass Suicide Death Tape: Trigger warning and you know why
- Shaye Saint John: The story/myths behind Shaye Saint John is that she was a hot woman who was horribly disfigured in a car accident. As a result, she appears in public wearing this creepy mask, and hobbles along with prosthetic legs and hands. This is her website
- SCP Foundation: collection of fictional works that its members contribute that deal with the “paranormal”. They range all the way from a television working without a broadcasting station, to deadly creatures that have never been encountered
- Blog of Joseph E. Duncan: sentenced to death by a federal jury on August 27, 2008 for the kidnapping, of Dylan and Shasta Groene and murder of Dylan. He had been convicted of a sex crime years before. Go back to the beginning and read forward. You can trace his further descent into madness.
- Annie96 is typing: a creepy chat between two teenagers that has a horrific twist at the end
Thursday 27 March 2014
The Seance
The Seance
- Top Recommendation -
Author: Junju Ito
Status: Completed
Genres: Horror
Ma No Kakera : Lingering Farewell
Ma No Kakera : Lingering Farewell
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Author: Junju Ito
Status: Completed
Genres: Horror
Further Tales of Oshikiri - Walls
Further Tales of Oshikiri - Walls
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Author: Junju Ito
Status: Completed
Genres: Horror
Saturday 8 March 2014
TheLaughingMan.exe
I enjoy text-based adventures. The idea that there are no graphics
and everything is described in such detail, so as to entice the player
to see the setting for themselves, is what makes me love them more than
any other genre of game. They’re basically like playing a choose your
own adventure book. It was this love for text-based adventures that got
me in the mess I’m in.
A few weeks ago, I decided to replay one of my favorite text-based adventures, Zork. The complexity of the game when I first tried it out in Middle school, however, was lost. The nostalgia factor, though, that was still alive. Sadly, it didn’t keep me interested for long. I went to google and started searching for mods that fans had made. Download after download produced mediocre copies and shoddy story lines that couldn’t keep me hooked like my treasured Zork. As I was giving up hope, I ran across a game called The Laughing Man. Thinking it was a fan game based on the Ghost in the Shell terrorist, I downloaded it to see how it would play out. What I played, however, had nothing to do with Ghost in the Shell.
The game started out like any other text game, explaining your adventure to you and painting your surroundings with words.
"You find yourself alone in the living room of your one bedroom apartment, sitting on your couch with your laptop on the coffee table in front of you. In the hopes of reviving the feeling you once had from one of your favorite games, Zork, you began to download various fan-based adventures and mods. After several hours of searching and finding nothing that could hold a candle to your prized treasure, you began to give up hope. That is, until you found The Laughing Man! You install the game and eagerly await for the game to begin, knowing that it’s going to be a game you won’t soon forget!" the words popped up on the screen and gave me a bit of a chill. How did the creator know my intentions for playing the game? This fear was immediately brushed off when I realized it was very vague in describing the room I was in. Whoever made this game was taking a shot in the dark to try and scare the player. I was excited, though, I hadn’t run across a horror game like this before and was eager to keep playing. I should’ve just stopped there.
Wanting to test the limits of the game, I did a simple command. Look. What came up next was something that I’ll never forget.
"You look around your living room, beige walls surrounding you. On these bland walls, you’ve attempted to spice up the mundane paint with some posters of your favorite movies and games. On the northern wall is your front door, a sickly green the landlord put up in the hopes of making the place less dreary. Next to the sickly green door sits a window, peeking out into the dark parking lot where your silver Mitsubishi Lancer rests. Towards the southern wall is your bedroom door. The Eastern wall sits behind your 36" flat screen TV, a present from your father you received when you moved out. The Western wall is where your couch is, which you’re sitting on now. A bit off center in the room is your coffee table, which holds a variety of empty beer bottles and soda cans. You really need to clean up!" I stared at the screen of my laptop, astonished. The game had just described my apartment’s living room and even threw in the make and model of my car. Before I could type anything else, a message appeared on the screen.
"The Laughing Man sees you, what do you do? :)"
I was perplexed, it didn’t say who the laughing man was and why this was so important. Not knowing what else to do, I typed in ‘Look’ again.
"You look around, and aside from your boring, and slightly messy, living space you see nothing." I was about to look out the window when the message appeared again.
"The Laughing Man sees you, what do you do? Do you run? :)"
This time the message had a bit of a hint attached to it, I’m guessing the creator must have added that for beginners. Then again, this creator seemed to have planned ahead for a lot of things. With this new clue in hand, I decided to run, keying in the command swiftly.
"CAN’T RUN!" The message flashed across my laptop’s screen in dark red. I know it sounds silly, but when it comes to a text-based game, scares like that can make you jump. I was standing in my living room when I looked out the window and noticed a strange figure in the parking lot. Looking back to the screen, I decided to input the command ‘Look out window.’
"You see a strange figure outside in the dark parking lot. You can’t make out its face, but you can’t shake this nagging feeling it has its eyes on you. :)"
This game was getting weird. I wanted to shut my laptop down and call the police, but once again the game had sent up another message.
"You try to shut off your laptop and call the police, but the game won’t stop until you finish it. Looking at the phone lines, you see they have been cut. :)"
Sure enough, looking to my phone, the cord’s been cut. Thankfully, I still had my cellphone. Closing my laptop, I dialed 911 in the hopes of getting someone to tell me I’m being paranoid and scared. Before I could press the last digit on my phone’s touch screen I heard what sounded like laughter. Thinking it was from my cell phone, I pulled it away, yet the laughter continued. It sounded hollow, almost like the canned laughter on a sitcom. Looking around for the source, my eyes landed on my laptop. It was coming from the speakers. Opening my laptop, slowly and cautiously, I saw the game was still running. A new message had shown up.
"The Laughing Man is knocking on your door. :)"
As soon as I had read the message, there was a knock on my door. Without hesitation, I ran up to the front door, flipped the dead bolt, and finished dialing 911. As I waited for the line to connect, the knocking on my door became louder and louder. The sound of laughter from before starting to emanate from my laptop’s speakers again. I couldn’t take it anymore, I slammed my laptop shut and booked it for my bedroom, the cellphone still tight to my ear, still making the same dull busy tone.
As I sat in my room, the muffled knock on my door getting louder and more aggressive, I prayed for someone to pick up the phone. Lingering beneath the banging I could hear the faint sound of laughter from my laptop become more maniacal and sinister. Finally, the line connected and I heard a voice, all fear leaving me for a split second.
"The Laughing Man is outside your bedroom door, do you let him?" the voice was cold and empty, almost robotic. My spine froze, my skin tightened from the physical chill brought about by this alien and distant voice. As I dropped the phone, I heard a knocking at my bedroom door. I didn’t have any options, I was on the second floor and didn’t think I could make the jump down. I should have just jumped.
My trembling hand gripped the door knob and slowly turned it. I could hear the hinges creak as I pulled the door open. What stood before me was a horrible abomination of God, if there ever was one. It stood over 6 feet tall, the top of its head turned to an odd angle so it could fit inside of my small living room. Dark green, wrinkled skin seemed to be piled onto this large monster. Looking closer at its face, it was almost human. It looked like a middle aged man had been forced to wear this enormous, awkward suit that was three times his size. On the man’s face, I’ll never forget his face, he wore a painful grin. It was almost as if some invisible being had forced hooks into the corners of his mouth and pulled up, creating a tight smile. Its eyes were filled with pain, yet it continued to smile that large, toothy, agonizing smile. I couldn’t breathe, terror had taken that pleasure away from me. I just stood there, eyes locked with this gigantic beast of nightmares. It began to let out this soft whisper, almost like it was giggling. The giggling changed to a chuckle, then obnoxious laughter. As we stood there, permanently locked in a staring contest, this thing began to laugh hysterically, the folds in its wrinkled skin filling out as it brought in lungfuls of air. When I couldn’t take anymore, my head pounding from the boisterous laughter, I fainted.
That was all I remember from that night. I woke up the next morning, my laptop still on my table, door locked up tight, everything exactly where it was before that monster came into my house. At first, I thought it was just a dream I had. Yeah, that had to be it, a nightmare fueled by my search for a new game to satisfy my Zork nostalgia. That is, until I checked my cell phone. I had 2 text messages from an unknown number. The first one read:
"Game over. :)"
I tensed up as I looked at the two words. Those two simple words that confirmed that my nightmares were real. When I looked at the second text, I couldn’t catch my breath.
"The Laughing Man sees you, what do you do? :)"
Ever since then, I’ve changed numbers, addresses, even went so far as to change my name. I’ve even given up playing text-based adventures. Last thing I want is to relive that night HE came. If it was even a HE. Still, every once in a while, I get a text from an unknown number. I don’t read them, he doesn’t come if you don’t play. Which brings me to the whole point of this story. If you ever find a file named TheLaughingMan.exe, don’t run it. Don’t even look at it. Otherwise, he’ll come and he’ll find you. And if he does find you, don’t run. You can’t run, because there’s no real escape from him. :)
Written by naldoD20 for /r/nosleep (source)
A few weeks ago, I decided to replay one of my favorite text-based adventures, Zork. The complexity of the game when I first tried it out in Middle school, however, was lost. The nostalgia factor, though, that was still alive. Sadly, it didn’t keep me interested for long. I went to google and started searching for mods that fans had made. Download after download produced mediocre copies and shoddy story lines that couldn’t keep me hooked like my treasured Zork. As I was giving up hope, I ran across a game called The Laughing Man. Thinking it was a fan game based on the Ghost in the Shell terrorist, I downloaded it to see how it would play out. What I played, however, had nothing to do with Ghost in the Shell.
The game started out like any other text game, explaining your adventure to you and painting your surroundings with words.
"You find yourself alone in the living room of your one bedroom apartment, sitting on your couch with your laptop on the coffee table in front of you. In the hopes of reviving the feeling you once had from one of your favorite games, Zork, you began to download various fan-based adventures and mods. After several hours of searching and finding nothing that could hold a candle to your prized treasure, you began to give up hope. That is, until you found The Laughing Man! You install the game and eagerly await for the game to begin, knowing that it’s going to be a game you won’t soon forget!" the words popped up on the screen and gave me a bit of a chill. How did the creator know my intentions for playing the game? This fear was immediately brushed off when I realized it was very vague in describing the room I was in. Whoever made this game was taking a shot in the dark to try and scare the player. I was excited, though, I hadn’t run across a horror game like this before and was eager to keep playing. I should’ve just stopped there.
Wanting to test the limits of the game, I did a simple command. Look. What came up next was something that I’ll never forget.
"You look around your living room, beige walls surrounding you. On these bland walls, you’ve attempted to spice up the mundane paint with some posters of your favorite movies and games. On the northern wall is your front door, a sickly green the landlord put up in the hopes of making the place less dreary. Next to the sickly green door sits a window, peeking out into the dark parking lot where your silver Mitsubishi Lancer rests. Towards the southern wall is your bedroom door. The Eastern wall sits behind your 36" flat screen TV, a present from your father you received when you moved out. The Western wall is where your couch is, which you’re sitting on now. A bit off center in the room is your coffee table, which holds a variety of empty beer bottles and soda cans. You really need to clean up!" I stared at the screen of my laptop, astonished. The game had just described my apartment’s living room and even threw in the make and model of my car. Before I could type anything else, a message appeared on the screen.
"The Laughing Man sees you, what do you do? :)"
I was perplexed, it didn’t say who the laughing man was and why this was so important. Not knowing what else to do, I typed in ‘Look’ again.
"You look around, and aside from your boring, and slightly messy, living space you see nothing." I was about to look out the window when the message appeared again.
"The Laughing Man sees you, what do you do? Do you run? :)"
This time the message had a bit of a hint attached to it, I’m guessing the creator must have added that for beginners. Then again, this creator seemed to have planned ahead for a lot of things. With this new clue in hand, I decided to run, keying in the command swiftly.
"CAN’T RUN!" The message flashed across my laptop’s screen in dark red. I know it sounds silly, but when it comes to a text-based game, scares like that can make you jump. I was standing in my living room when I looked out the window and noticed a strange figure in the parking lot. Looking back to the screen, I decided to input the command ‘Look out window.’
"You see a strange figure outside in the dark parking lot. You can’t make out its face, but you can’t shake this nagging feeling it has its eyes on you. :)"
This game was getting weird. I wanted to shut my laptop down and call the police, but once again the game had sent up another message.
"You try to shut off your laptop and call the police, but the game won’t stop until you finish it. Looking at the phone lines, you see they have been cut. :)"
Sure enough, looking to my phone, the cord’s been cut. Thankfully, I still had my cellphone. Closing my laptop, I dialed 911 in the hopes of getting someone to tell me I’m being paranoid and scared. Before I could press the last digit on my phone’s touch screen I heard what sounded like laughter. Thinking it was from my cell phone, I pulled it away, yet the laughter continued. It sounded hollow, almost like the canned laughter on a sitcom. Looking around for the source, my eyes landed on my laptop. It was coming from the speakers. Opening my laptop, slowly and cautiously, I saw the game was still running. A new message had shown up.
"The Laughing Man is knocking on your door. :)"
As soon as I had read the message, there was a knock on my door. Without hesitation, I ran up to the front door, flipped the dead bolt, and finished dialing 911. As I waited for the line to connect, the knocking on my door became louder and louder. The sound of laughter from before starting to emanate from my laptop’s speakers again. I couldn’t take it anymore, I slammed my laptop shut and booked it for my bedroom, the cellphone still tight to my ear, still making the same dull busy tone.
As I sat in my room, the muffled knock on my door getting louder and more aggressive, I prayed for someone to pick up the phone. Lingering beneath the banging I could hear the faint sound of laughter from my laptop become more maniacal and sinister. Finally, the line connected and I heard a voice, all fear leaving me for a split second.
"The Laughing Man is outside your bedroom door, do you let him?" the voice was cold and empty, almost robotic. My spine froze, my skin tightened from the physical chill brought about by this alien and distant voice. As I dropped the phone, I heard a knocking at my bedroom door. I didn’t have any options, I was on the second floor and didn’t think I could make the jump down. I should have just jumped.
My trembling hand gripped the door knob and slowly turned it. I could hear the hinges creak as I pulled the door open. What stood before me was a horrible abomination of God, if there ever was one. It stood over 6 feet tall, the top of its head turned to an odd angle so it could fit inside of my small living room. Dark green, wrinkled skin seemed to be piled onto this large monster. Looking closer at its face, it was almost human. It looked like a middle aged man had been forced to wear this enormous, awkward suit that was three times his size. On the man’s face, I’ll never forget his face, he wore a painful grin. It was almost as if some invisible being had forced hooks into the corners of his mouth and pulled up, creating a tight smile. Its eyes were filled with pain, yet it continued to smile that large, toothy, agonizing smile. I couldn’t breathe, terror had taken that pleasure away from me. I just stood there, eyes locked with this gigantic beast of nightmares. It began to let out this soft whisper, almost like it was giggling. The giggling changed to a chuckle, then obnoxious laughter. As we stood there, permanently locked in a staring contest, this thing began to laugh hysterically, the folds in its wrinkled skin filling out as it brought in lungfuls of air. When I couldn’t take anymore, my head pounding from the boisterous laughter, I fainted.
That was all I remember from that night. I woke up the next morning, my laptop still on my table, door locked up tight, everything exactly where it was before that monster came into my house. At first, I thought it was just a dream I had. Yeah, that had to be it, a nightmare fueled by my search for a new game to satisfy my Zork nostalgia. That is, until I checked my cell phone. I had 2 text messages from an unknown number. The first one read:
"Game over. :)"
I tensed up as I looked at the two words. Those two simple words that confirmed that my nightmares were real. When I looked at the second text, I couldn’t catch my breath.
"The Laughing Man sees you, what do you do? :)"
Ever since then, I’ve changed numbers, addresses, even went so far as to change my name. I’ve even given up playing text-based adventures. Last thing I want is to relive that night HE came. If it was even a HE. Still, every once in a while, I get a text from an unknown number. I don’t read them, he doesn’t come if you don’t play. Which brings me to the whole point of this story. If you ever find a file named TheLaughingMan.exe, don’t run it. Don’t even look at it. Otherwise, he’ll come and he’ll find you. And if he does find you, don’t run. You can’t run, because there’s no real escape from him. :)
Written by naldoD20 for /r/nosleep (source)
Title: The Summer Time Graduation Trip
The Summer Time Graduation Trip
- Top Recommendation -
Synopsis:
Author: Junju Ito
Status: Completed
Genres: Horror
At First It Was A Blink
At first, it was a blink.
But then it was a stare. They would look right at me from the corners of their eyes. I tried to ignore them and go about my business, but it became difficult each day. I was new to this retail job, so I didn’t make friends very quickly amongst my co-workers. I suppose they didn’t like to hear me complain, so I tried to keep to myself while I folded clothes.
But they became more blatant.
They would turn their heads towards me and bore holes through me with their cold glare. I thought I was only seeing things, but a glance in their direction confirmed it: their heads were turned and they were staring right at me. I was frightened by them. Did they treat everyone this way, or just me?
Sometimes they would follow me with their eyes as I passed. Sometimes they turned their heads and looked down on me. I would bite my lip to fight back the tears.
I got too close one day. She acted normal while I changed the clothes on the display, so I risked a glance. She was looking off in another direction. But then her head snapped crookedly towards me and she did something insidious.
At first, it was a blink. And then she smiled.
I quit that day and vowed never to work in retail again. My manager demanded to know why I was leaving. My heart drummed against my skin as I grabbed my jacket and briskly walked out. I never looked up, but I shouted back to him.
"I refuse to dress the mannequins anymore."
by reddit user BringMeNightmares
Tuesday 18 February 2014
Prisoner of war Blinking in Morse code spell T-O-R-T-U-R-E during forced interview
Prisoner of war Blinking in Morse code spell T-O-R-T-U-R-E during forced interview
The voice
This happened when I was in high school. I was
reading a book at the heated table in the living room when I got tired
and fell asleep. Usually when I sleep under the table, I don’t wake up
until morning. It’s so warm and cozy that I sleep really well. This
night, however, my eyes flew open all of the sudden. I don’t know what
time it was, but it was very late and everyone else was asleep.
Despite having just woken up, I was wide awake. I could barely tell I had been sleeping just seconds before. I wondered why I woke up at such an odd hour when I heard something.
“Igarashi!” Somebody was calling my name from outside. It took me a few seconds to realize whose voice it was, and I was surprised when it hit me; it was one of the members of the club I was in—an upperclassman. His house was only a few minutes away from mine, but something was off about his visit. Unlike usual, his voice was kind and gentle. It was almost as if he were talking to his girlfriend. We were about as good of friends as anyone else in the club was, but we weren’t dating and neither of us had any feelings like that for the other.
I started to worry. If he came to my house at a time like this, there must be some sort of emergency. I hurried over to my window and opened it to look outside. I was on the second floor, but I could easily tell that nobody was there. I didn’t want to call out to him because the neighbors might get mad, so I continued searching around the outside for a few moments before giving up and closing the window. I curled up under the table again and fell back asleep.
The next day, I confronted my friend and asked him why he came over so late.
“What are you talking about? Why would I go over to your place that late?” He brushed off the accusation immediately. “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming or something?”
But I know it was his voice. I didn’t doubt him because he didn’t seem like he was joking, but something was going on. My friend Ishida, who can sense ghosts, came over to my place after club and I brought it up with her. We had been joking around until then, but when I brought up the voice she suddenly got very serious.
“You didn’t reply to it, did you?” When I told her that I didn’t say anything because it was dark out, she relaxed, but only slightly. “Good. If anything like that happens again, don’t talk to it.”
“Why not?” I felt a shiver go up my spine when she looked at me.
“It’s best if you don’t know. It will only scare you more.”
Nothing like that ever happened again, but I still get goosebumps when I think of it. Not the voice, but what Ishida said and, even more so, what she knew. What was she hiding from me? And what would have happened if I had replied to whatever was calling me that night?
Maybe it really is better that I don’t know…
Despite having just woken up, I was wide awake. I could barely tell I had been sleeping just seconds before. I wondered why I woke up at such an odd hour when I heard something.
“Igarashi!” Somebody was calling my name from outside. It took me a few seconds to realize whose voice it was, and I was surprised when it hit me; it was one of the members of the club I was in—an upperclassman. His house was only a few minutes away from mine, but something was off about his visit. Unlike usual, his voice was kind and gentle. It was almost as if he were talking to his girlfriend. We were about as good of friends as anyone else in the club was, but we weren’t dating and neither of us had any feelings like that for the other.
I started to worry. If he came to my house at a time like this, there must be some sort of emergency. I hurried over to my window and opened it to look outside. I was on the second floor, but I could easily tell that nobody was there. I didn’t want to call out to him because the neighbors might get mad, so I continued searching around the outside for a few moments before giving up and closing the window. I curled up under the table again and fell back asleep.
The next day, I confronted my friend and asked him why he came over so late.
“What are you talking about? Why would I go over to your place that late?” He brushed off the accusation immediately. “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming or something?”
But I know it was his voice. I didn’t doubt him because he didn’t seem like he was joking, but something was going on. My friend Ishida, who can sense ghosts, came over to my place after club and I brought it up with her. We had been joking around until then, but when I brought up the voice she suddenly got very serious.
“You didn’t reply to it, did you?” When I told her that I didn’t say anything because it was dark out, she relaxed, but only slightly. “Good. If anything like that happens again, don’t talk to it.”
“Why not?” I felt a shiver go up my spine when she looked at me.
“It’s best if you don’t know. It will only scare you more.”
Nothing like that ever happened again, but I still get goosebumps when I think of it. Not the voice, but what Ishida said and, even more so, what she knew. What was she hiding from me? And what would have happened if I had replied to whatever was calling me that night?
Maybe it really is better that I don’t know…
Tuesday 4 February 2014
Abandoned Building
There’s a road I take on my way home from work that goes by a
big abandoned apartment building that is going to be teared down. A lot
of people commit suicide by jumping off of it and a bunch of my
co-workers claim that they’ve seen ghosts. There’s no light around and
it’s pretty creepy at night.
One night, I was stuck late at work and I didn’t get off until about eleven. I was walking home past that apartment when I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
I looked up and saw a silhouette on the building.
”!?”
I thought my heart was going to stop. It was definitely a person.
"Is it a ghost…?!" I asked myself. And then "it" jumped off.
I heard the horrible sound of a body hitting the concrete and saw a woman lying on the ground.
I called 911 and ran towards the direction of the body. She was covered in blood and her arms were bent in weird ways. She’s a real person but it was still very scary.
I could see a bunch of people looking down at me from above that building. They must have come out when they heard the crash.
The ambulance came and took her away. I went home after the incident but was too freaked out to sleep that night.
I called the hospital the next day. They said she was badly injured but managed to survive.
I’m so glad… it would’ve been horrible if she really died.
What makes this story creepy?
One night, I was stuck late at work and I didn’t get off until about eleven. I was walking home past that apartment when I thought I saw something out of the corner of my eye.
I looked up and saw a silhouette on the building.
”!?”
I thought my heart was going to stop. It was definitely a person.
"Is it a ghost…?!" I asked myself. And then "it" jumped off.
I heard the horrible sound of a body hitting the concrete and saw a woman lying on the ground.
I called 911 and ran towards the direction of the body. She was covered in blood and her arms were bent in weird ways. She’s a real person but it was still very scary.
I could see a bunch of people looking down at me from above that building. They must have come out when they heard the crash.
The ambulance came and took her away. I went home after the incident but was too freaked out to sleep that night.
I called the hospital the next day. They said she was badly injured but managed to survive.
I’m so glad… it would’ve been horrible if she really died.
What makes this story creepy?
Thursday 23 January 2014
Title: Collector
Collector
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Synopsis: About a guy who love to collect
Author: Tetsuya Tsutsui
Status: Completed
Genres: Horror, Romance, Psychological
Tuesday 21 January 2014
Bila admin bercerita: Talking alone
Korang ada masalah cakap sorang sorang tak? Sebab admin ada. Admin suka sangat cakap sorang sorang. Admin akan imagine ada orang yang tengah berbual dengan admin. Admin tak rasa benda tu salah tapi surelah nampak seram dan giler di mata orang normal kan. Admin enjoy cakap sengsorang bukan atas sebab paranormal tapi lebih ke sebab loneliness. So admin akan berbual tengang sesuatu topic, berdebat pasal sesuatu perkara and kadang kadang marah,merajuk or mengamuk sorang sorang. Kelakarkan. Mesti korang cop admin ni giler kan. Haha. So masa tu admin balik kampung duduk kat rumah nenek sedara. Admin adalah tercakap sorang sorang sekali dua tapi tak la over sangat. Kebetulan nenek tu ada kat situ. Dia cuma tersenyum je tengok gelagat buang tebiat admin. So admin pon sambung jelah buat keje. Tak lama lepas tu admin balik kl balik. And satu hari admin terdengar mak admin bercerita dengan sedaranya di telefon. Dorang bercakap dalam bahasa suluk (admin & mak admin adalah kelahiran sabah) . Admin tak fluent sangat bahasa suluk ni tapi kira bolehlah faham sesikit. Pastu dalam banyak banyak bemda dorang story, yang menarik minat admin adalah pasal admin. Mak admin kata nenek ada bagitau dia yang admin ni suka cakap sorang sorang. Dia kata tak baik cakap sendiri dan "benda lain" akan ingat kita cakap dengan dia. And dia kata sebenarnya ada beberapa "benda lain" yang ikut berbual sekali dengan admin sebenarnya. Cuma dia tak bagitau sebab takut kitaorang cuak kat sana. So bila admin da balik sini and baru je tahu pasal ni, admin pun tak tau "benda" tu masih ada atau tak. Allahualam... Korang rasa?
Monday 20 January 2014
Title: Ma No Kakera : Tomio - Red Turtleneck
Tomio - Red Turtleneck
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Synopsis:
Author: Junju Ito
Status: Completed
Genres: Horror
Sunday 19 January 2014
Bila admin bercerita: Rasuk
Banyak betul kisah paranormal admin nikan. Ade je nak cerita macam tipu pun ada. Sebenarnya kebanyakkannya betul. Kalau rekaan admin letak tag submission.
Rasuk? Ada apa dengan rasuk? Siapa yang kena rasuk? Admin ke? Hehe. Bukan bukan. Sebenarnya orang lain yang kena rasuk bukan admin. Saspen je kan.
Admin rasa dalam tahun 2012/2013 ke kejadian berlaku. Cerita ni berlaku kat belah keluarga angkat admin tapi belah ipar. Masa tu admin agak teruja sebab first time kot tengok orang kena rasuk so admin pon menyibuk lah nak ikut along (kakak angkat) pergi melawat dia. Sebenarnya orang yang kena rasuk ni adalah adik ipar kepada along. Sesampainya kat rumah dia, adalah pakcik makcik dia kat rumah tu. Masa kitaorang sampai tu kitaorang menyibuk je kat tepi pakcik ngan makcik tu. Pakcik dan makcik tu tu pun slow talk la dengan kakak ni. Kakak tu rilek je tak macam kena rasuk langsung. Tapi bila makcik tu kata kakak tu memang macam da kena "buat" , dia terus melenting. Kata kata kesat semua keluar. Dari saya-makcik jadi aku-kau. Menakutkan kot. Lepas tu makcik pakcik tu pun nak balik la mungkin dorang rasa cam tak berdaya nak buat ape. Kakak tu pulak kata "BAGUS! BAGUS BALIK KAU SEMUA TAK GUNA! JANGAN DATANG LAGI MENYUSAHKAN JE! PEREMPUAN TAK GUNA!" (something camtulah). Masalahnya admin ni yang tak balik lagi. Diattacknye admin nanti camne. Rasa seram tu ada. Tapi takut tu taklah sebab admin tak rapat pon ngan dia lagipun takda apa komunikasi atau fizikal ngan dia pun.
Pastu tak lama camtu dia bergaduh dengan abang sop, suami along. Bertekak tekak bergegar jugaklah rumah tu. Yang buat seram tu jelingan dia tu, dia terbeliakkan mata macam nak makan orang. Macam yang korang tengok kat wayang tu ala ala gitu la dia buat time tu. Taktahu sebab apa, tapi dia macam nak lari tinggalkan rumah. Macam nak keluar tapi family semua tak bagi takut ape ape terjadi kat dia takpun orang lain. Lepas bertekak je dia masuk dalam bilik dia. Lama. Lama sangat kat dalam tu. Tak keluar keluar so,dorang nak kurung dia terus kat dalam bilik tu supaya dia tak lari. Dorang ikat tali la apelah kasi pintu tak boleh bukak. Admin pun nak menyibuk jugak tapi bukan tolong ikat tali, tapi mengintai intai kat celah bawah pintu bilik tu. Masa tu admin ngan along je yang buat, yang kakak kepada akak yang kena rasuk tu tengah baca yaasin ngan mak dia. Admin pelik sebab dari bayang yang admin nampak dia berdiri je kat tepi pintu tu. Tak bergerak langsung dalam jangka masa yang admin sendiri rasa lama giler. Lepas tu mungkin dia perasan yang dorang tengah nak kurung dia dalam bilik tu yang dia tetibe je bukak pintu pastu dia maki maki abang sop tu. Dia kata dia tak gila, tak kena buatan..
Dia siap ambik Al quran, hiasan dinding nama Allah ngan gambar arwah adik lelaki dia. Dia kata kalau dia kena rasuk kenapa dia boleh pegang Al quran, kalau dia gila kenapa dia masih ingat arwah adik lelaki dia. Apela semua.. Tetiba dia melenting ngan kakak dia yang tengah baca yaasin tu. Dia pergi maki hamun dan pukul kakak dia tu tapi kakak tu watlek je sambung baca yaasin.
Pastu kakak tu kata PANAS! PANAS! PANAS! PANAS MAKK! . Admin rasa efek bacaan yaasin tu kot. Dah tu kena plak sembur air yaasin ngan abang sop mau tak kepanasan dia.
And malam tu ditamatkan bila dia dah cool down. And tidur. Admin da mengantuk giler. Jiwa admin tak mampu interpret sume ni cam drama pun ada. So admin tak taulah dia tidur ke tak, or dia terjaga je sepanjang malam tu.
Pagi tu admin dikejutkan dengan satu pukulan yang kuat kat badan. Bukan sekali tapi berkali kali. Admin terus terjaga dari baringan. Baru nak hamun sape yang pepukul admin ni. Sekali akak tu yang pukul. Masa admin tengok dia tu admin dah bengang dah tapi muka dia lagi menakutkan tambahan plak dia maki admin kata "BANGUNLAH PEREMPUAN JALANG! KAU APESAL TIDUR KAT SINI HAH! GRR! DASAR PEREMPUAN JALANG!" Terkejut lah jugak adminkan pehal ni admin pulak kene maku. Yang peliknya admin sorang je kat ruang tamu tu. Yang lain dah tau dah bangun tak reti nak kejut admin ke dah tahu rumah tu ada orang kerasukkan ish.
Pastu kakak akak tu ngan along cepat cepat tarik dia. Kalau tak lunyai kot admin kena belasah. Admin ni tak lah lembik sangat, dari rasa kesian jadi bengang pulak sebab kene pukul. Dahlah sakit, kuat pulak tu kira hayunan habis la dia pukul. Nasib dia tu mangsa. Kalau tak dah bertumbuk kot kitaorang kat situ.
Pastu bila abang sop balik dari beli sarapan, along cerita la pasal admin kena pukul tu. Mengamuklah abang sop, nampak cam dia nak hempuk je kakak tu. Pastu tak silap kitaorang balik rumah sebab dorang nak bawak kakak tu gi berubat. Lagipun along tak nak lama lama kat situ. Seram katanya. Tak lama lepas tu kitaorang berjumpa balik, nampak dah ok tapi dengar kata datang balik "buatan" tu. Pergi lagi berubat. Pastu sekarang dengar kata dah ok, dah berkahwin dah pun. Alhamdulillah...
Title: Drifting Spores
Drifting Spores
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Synopsis:
Author: Junju Ito
Status: Completed
Genres: Horror
Saturday 18 January 2014
Title: Ma No Kakera : Futon
Ma No Kakera : Futon
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Synopsis:
Author: Junju Ito
Status: Completed
Genres: Horror
Friday 17 January 2014
Title: The Story of the Mysterious Tunnel
The Story of the Mysterious Tunnel
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Synopsis:
Author: Junju Ito
Status: Completed
Genres: Horror
Thursday 16 January 2014
Title: Ma No Kakera : Haunted Wood Mansion
Haunted Wood Mansion
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Author: Junju Ito
Status: Completed
Genres: Horror
Knocking
>Tengah study lewat malam.
>stay hostel
>roomates semua pergi studygroup . Tinggal aku sorang dalam bilik
>ada dengar bunyi. Periksa bunyi dari mana
>stay hostel
>roomates semua pergi studygroup . Tinggal aku sorang dalam bilik
>ada dengar bunyi. Periksa bunyi dari mana
Wednesday 15 January 2014
Bila admin bercerita: Siapakah?
Ini adalah pengalaman admin sendiri. True story.
Tak ingat tapi rasanya benda ni berlaku pada 2 tahun lepas. Masa tu parents admin takda kat rumah sebab pergi rumah sedara. Admin tinggal dengan parents, adik and makcik (dia muda lagi so admin panggil akak lin je). Adik admin pergi ke rumah penjaga dia and akak lin pulak kerja, So tinggallah admin sorang kat rumah. Admin ingat lagi time tu admin tetibe je rasa penat giler seluruh badan like tetibe je padahal sebelum ni ok je. So admin pun baring jap kat sofa ruang tamu and sedar sedar je admin tetidur kat sofa tu terus. Ada satu moment ni admin terjaga sekejap2 beberapa kali. Pertama kali admin terjaga admin sempat tutup lampu dalam keadaan mamai mamai tu. Tutup lampu ruang tamu je tv tak tutup. Seram giler kot kalau sunyi sangat. Kira malas ler nak tidur kat bilik. Pastu, kali kedua admin terjaga admin nampak kak lin dah balik dia tengah naik tangga nak naik bilik dia. Time tu tak nampak sangat cuma nampak belakang dia je tapi sure sure la tu kak lin kan sape lagi kan. So admin tak tegurlah memandangkan admin pun masih mamai mamai lagi. Atleast legalah kak lin dah blik taklah sengsorang kt rumah kan. Lastly, kali ketiga admin terjaga ni yang seram sikit. Admin terjaga sebab ada orang tengah bukak pintu rumah and bila admin tengok betul betul rupanya kak lin. Fuhh ingatkan penyamun ke perompak ke. So admin nak sambunglah tidur balik, tapi sebelum tu admin tanya dia " akak kemana?" and dia jawab "akak baru balik le. Kemana pulak" . And admin terus seram sejuk. Sape yang naik tangga tadi tu? Ehh, ke memori admin yang bercelaru sebab admin mengantok sangat? Sampai hari ni admin tak pernah bagitau kak lin and parents admin. Just ada bagitau best friends admin je. Tu pun dorang cam tak percaya tapi yekan je sebab admin pun bercerita yoyo oh je. Tapi korang rasa?
Tak ingat tapi rasanya benda ni berlaku pada 2 tahun lepas. Masa tu parents admin takda kat rumah sebab pergi rumah sedara. Admin tinggal dengan parents, adik and makcik (dia muda lagi so admin panggil akak lin je). Adik admin pergi ke rumah penjaga dia and akak lin pulak kerja, So tinggallah admin sorang kat rumah. Admin ingat lagi time tu admin tetibe je rasa penat giler seluruh badan like tetibe je padahal sebelum ni ok je. So admin pun baring jap kat sofa ruang tamu and sedar sedar je admin tetidur kat sofa tu terus. Ada satu moment ni admin terjaga sekejap2 beberapa kali. Pertama kali admin terjaga admin sempat tutup lampu dalam keadaan mamai mamai tu. Tutup lampu ruang tamu je tv tak tutup. Seram giler kot kalau sunyi sangat. Kira malas ler nak tidur kat bilik. Pastu, kali kedua admin terjaga admin nampak kak lin dah balik dia tengah naik tangga nak naik bilik dia. Time tu tak nampak sangat cuma nampak belakang dia je tapi sure sure la tu kak lin kan sape lagi kan. So admin tak tegurlah memandangkan admin pun masih mamai mamai lagi. Atleast legalah kak lin dah blik taklah sengsorang kt rumah kan. Lastly, kali ketiga admin terjaga ni yang seram sikit. Admin terjaga sebab ada orang tengah bukak pintu rumah and bila admin tengok betul betul rupanya kak lin. Fuhh ingatkan penyamun ke perompak ke. So admin nak sambunglah tidur balik, tapi sebelum tu admin tanya dia " akak kemana?" and dia jawab "akak baru balik le. Kemana pulak" . And admin terus seram sejuk. Sape yang naik tangga tadi tu? Ehh, ke memori admin yang bercelaru sebab admin mengantok sangat? Sampai hari ni admin tak pernah bagitau kak lin and parents admin. Just ada bagitau best friends admin je. Tu pun dorang cam tak percaya tapi yekan je sebab admin pun bercerita yoyo oh je. Tapi korang rasa?
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