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15 april 2012 kl. 21:54

celestine 28 år

Citat från Carrie

Citat från rokaRu
Citat från Carrie
Vad är scp? D:
Har för mig att det är en oändlig trappa där det händer creepy stuff, typ.
Lol, kollade upp det på youtube och det verkar ju rätt lame.. Man såg ju inte ens det läskiga, man hörde bara saker typ? o-o

vill inte leva mer
tappar hopp om mänskligheten

edit: pewdiepie

SKOTT I PANNAN

Carrie Tjej, 31 år

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15 april 2012 kl. 21:56

Carrie Tjej, 31 år

Men osså durå.

Cyanidshak3 Kille, 32 år

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15 april 2012 kl. 22:02

Cyanidshak3 Kille, 32 år

Citat från Carrie

Om du syftar på SCP-087, så finns det en till version med mer variation (SCP-087B).
Pröva orginalet och den nya, och säg vad du tycker om med dem!
Du kan passa på att pröva spelet Pansartax föreslog om, det ska jag spela när klockan är runt tolv.

http://scpcb.wordpress.com/
https://rapidshare.com/files/4269528286/SCP_-_Containment_Breach_v0.1.zip

KamelFabriken Tjej, 32 år

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16 april 2012 kl. 00:10

KamelFabriken Tjej, 32 år

Bara för att jag läst igenom heeela tråden från början till slut (inte på en gång då förstås) och har samlat några av mina favvis-historier ;)))))

Kanske lite lång, men mycket värt att läsa!
Footsteps arent an uncommon thing to hear when youre sitting in a basement, so I think nothing of it when I hear quiet thuds coming from my upstairs hallway. I just assume its my brother, and continue doing whatever pointless little thing I was doing at the time. They go on for another couple minutes, and Im starting to get pissed off. They keep getting louder and louder and I sigh, wondering what the hell my brothers doing this late at night. I sit there, because its impossible to focus with the racket. I mean, it sounds like someones power walking all over my main floor.

I sit there and listen as the thumps get faster and wilder. They just keep moving, almost starting to form a rhythm. They move even faster and get even wilder and theyre thumping all over my main floor. I realize that whatever this is, it cant be human. No human can move like that.

What the fuck?! I finally yell. After that, all the noises stop. Everything is quiet for a moment, and then I hear calm, slow footsteps moving to my basement door. The door is pushed open, and the footsteps stop again. I listen to my breathing for the next three minutes, then sigh, thinking its over. Turns out something else was listening, too. Suddenly I hear it thudding down the stairs, and I knock my chair over in my haste to stand up. I start to run towards the nearest closet, just in time to see a grotesque, hairless, four-legged creature, dancing towards me, tapping its swollen feet in an intoxicating rhythm. I dive into the closet and slam the door shut. Theres a half-second pause and then I hear that same rhythm on the door.

It just keeps going and going with no pause, no rests, no relief. Hes been at it for hours now, and I find myself tapping my fingers along with his song. But then, just as suddenly as it began, it ends. I wait for a few moments, then look out. Hes gone. I flip on a light and fall into a chair. Its safe. I relax and think for a few moments. But then I notice my foot tapping. Maybe this song isnt so bad, I almost like it enough to dance to it. So I drop down on my hands and feet, and I start.
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En för dem med bra fantasi
If you were to borrow a childs eyes and see through them a night, you would go insane. To be able to see what you only dimly remember, burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pyjamas, hoping to a god you can barely comprehend that "it" doesn't see you back... Would drive an adult crazy.
Because Adults forget the rules.

1) Cover yourself. If you can't see it, it can't see you. Even if it makes it harder to breathe.
2) Don't make a noise. Every whimper can lead to destruction.
3) Don't move. It attracts their attention.
4) Only light can make them go away. Bright light.

Flashlights make it worse.
Teens are caught in a middle. They still feel what's there, but they cannot see... And they forget the rules...

Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers, subconsciosly praying the light from their monitors will be enough to keep them away?

It's not.
Now look behind you, with a child's eyes.
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En tankeställare
Many classic horror icons, such as Gegers xenomorphs, Silent Hills Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.

Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal.

The question you have to ask yourself is this:

What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?
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En klassiker från början på tråden
It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not WAKE UP. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they werent being tortured. The only way that they realized they needed to WAKE UP was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to WAKE UP. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and PLEASE WAKE UP.