Creepy thread
Davis was a normal high school student at Bateman High. He kept decent grades with minimal effort. He even had a girlfriend, Rachel, who was a cheerleader. Daviss school was in a small, southern town, barely big enough to justify the one red light it already had. Davis, though, lived in a bigger city thirty miles away. Although he liked it there, due to problems with some students, he chose to change schools to the one where his mother taught English.
It was Daviss senior year, and prom was two weeks away. A student named Lucy had been struggling in his mothers class, and Davis offered to help tutor her in English and math.
Davis was happy to help a fellow classmate, and the first day of tutoring went well. Lucy thanked Davis for his help, put on her long trench coat, and went out into the crisp autumn air.
However, all the tutoring didnt stay easy. When Lucy found out he was dating someone the day Rachel walked in and told him the plan for Friday, she began to scheme.
From then on out, tutoring Lucy became an exercise in keeping Davis away from Rachel. Lucy would also follow Davis around at school, stalking him. Rachel could hardly be alone with him for five minutes before she would show up.
So, finally fed up with Lucys antics and with prom in two days, Davis told Lucy he could no longer help her.
Youre stalking me. Its getting out of hand, Davis said to Lucy as he walked out of his mothers room. I cant spend time with the woman I love because a certain someone is always there.
Lucy frowned. I think I know what you mean, she said softly as she began to walk home.
The next day at school, everyone whispered as Davis walked by. In his first class, he noticed Rachel wasnt there, which was unusual for her. Finally, after lunch, his best friend, Shane, pulled him aside.
Dude, youre looking awful upbeat. I hate to bust your happy cloud there, but you didnt hear about Rachel? he asked, wearing a grim expression.
Davis began to shake. What are you talking about? Shes going to prom with me still, isnt she?
No, Dave. Shes dead.
Davis fell to his knees, his hands letting out a cry of agony as they dragged along the painted concrete wall.
W
what happened? he barely managed to vocalize.
Well, word travels fast in this place, but still not everyone is sure. One guy says he saw some guy step out in front of her car, wearing a long coat and a wide-brimmed hat. Im sure she was coming home from her dance class, but the point is she swerved. Swerved to miss the guy and ran into a tree. Im sorry, bro, said Shane solemnly.
Just then, Lucy walked by. Im sorry to hear about your friend. Still want someone to go to prom with? she asked, smiling faintly.
Davis looked up at her and remembered, back to when he first tutored her. She wore a long, black trench coat whenever it was cold. Now, however, she was wearing a different coat. Davis knew what had happened. But now, without that coat, no one would believe him.
Dont be sad, whispered Lucy as she grabbed Daviss hand. Davis was too shocked to object. Now that certain someone cant stop you from being with the one you love.
blev mest upphetsad dock :))))
Den där var ju inte läskig, lite Overly Attached Girlfriend dock.
Ja, det som är nice ju. Men läskig var den absolut inte, inte vidare välskriven heller. :(
Blev precis klar med den här, blev dock inte så jätte bra då min passivt aggressiva styvbror började banka på väggen så fort jag nådde en viss ljudnivå!
Men ugh jävla skit får inte vara mer än 8 000 tecken. Oh, well.
THE WALL (DEL 1):
I had moved into a new apartment with my girlfriend about two years ago. It was pretty small; it had only a kitchen, one bedroom, one bathroom, and a living room. All of the rooms might have been small, but the rent was good, and we didnt really care. Neither of us made enough money to move out of the place, so we tried to make the most of it. One of the oddest things about the place was that the left wall was completely hollowed out, and the right wall was rock solid. I didnt even notice when we first moved in. Our neighbors were always quiet and kept mostly to themselves. When we moved in, the only neighbors we had were the Whites. The Whites were to the right of us, and they were an elderly couple. They were nice to us. When we had first moved in, they brought us a welcome to the building present, which is what they do for all of the new people who had moved in to an apartment in the building. It was a small apple pie, which was actually quite good. About five or six months after my girlfriend and I moved in, there was a new guy that had moved into the right of us. I remember first meeting him. I had just gotten back to the building with some groceries, and as I climbed up the stairs to my apartment, I accidentally bumped into someone.
Sorry, excuse me Mr
but I didnt know who this guy was. Our building is fairly small, and just about everyone knows everyone else. The man I had bumped into was middle aged, probably in his mid-fifties. Something about him was odd, though. He had deep wrinkles, pale white skin, and long greasy black hair that were unkempt and around his face and back. He looked rather sickly, like he needed to see a doctor. His eyes were a solid dark purple, which is something that I have never seen before in my entire life. Peters the man said with a grin that stretched ear to ear. His teeth were disgusting. They were un-brushed and looked like they were rotting away. I can still smell his putrid breath, which seemed to reek of old decaying meat. All though his appearance was a little bit creepy, he seemed nice enough. Nice to meet you, Mr. Peters. My names Matt. Are you new to the building? I asked. Mr. Peters smile grew even bigger. I dont know how he, let alone any human could smile that wide. Yes, I am moving in. And Im going to be living right next to your apartment. He said as we both walked up the stairs to the top floor.
When we reached the top floor, Mr. Peters pace increased as he quickly walked to the door, opened it with his key, and shut the door behind him. It was odd, though. He did it so quickly, it was like a blur. I sighed to myself. Great, now I have a freakish neighbor. I thought to myself as I turned the handle of my door. It was about 4:00 P.M. My girlfriend, Sandra, was still at her job. Shes a hair stylist, and Im a chef at a local Italian restaurant. I usually dont get off until later, but because business was slow that day, and nobody was coming in, we closed early. I put the groceries down on the kitchen table and start to unload everything into the refrigerator. I didnt have much with me, only about one bag. Quart of milk, a few sticks of butter, ground hamburger meat, and a box of cereal. I then got a text message from my friend, Tyler. Bro, I just got my hands on the new Red Dead Redemption game, and you need to go out and get it so we can play together. Was what the message read. Now, I wasnt much of a gamer, but Tyler is one of my closest friends that I have. Weve been best friends ever since middle school. I did have an Xbox 360, and Tyler and I would play games together from time to time. I didnt really have anything better or more interesting to do, so I texted him back saying I would go out and buy it. As I was just about to leave to go get the game, I heard a lot of banging coming from the wall. It was weird though, because it was so clear. I went up to the left side of the wall and gave it a light tap with my knuckle. This was the first time that I realized that for whatever reason, the wall was hollow like a log. I went to the right wall, and repeated the process, only to be greeted with a thud. This wall was solid. I was puzzled on why in the world the builders of this place would make one wall solid, and the other hollow. I was also curious as to what Mr. Peters was doing to make all of that noise. I just shrugged it off. Probably just moving things in or something. I told myself. But, that couldnt be right. He didnt have anything with him when I saw him. I shrugged it off, and left to go get the game.
I got back at around 5:00 with my new game, and I was glad to discover that the banging from Mr. Peters ceased. I was happy with this. I didnt really care what he was doing, as long as he did it quietly. I popped the game in and put my headset on. I have a pretty good headset, it blocks out most sounds. It was nice and tight around the ears, and I loved it. Tyler and I played and talked for almost three hours straight. I would have gone longer, but Sandra came home at about 8:00. I told Tyler that I had to go, and that we could play more tomorrow after I was done with work. Tyler didnt have a job. He didnt need one. His father was a rich man who owned some oil company or something like that, I dont really remember. But I do know that he spoils Tyler rotten, giving him tons of money for doing absolutely nothing at all. I powered off the console and got up out of my chair to give Sandra a hug. We talked about stuff like how our days went, and things like that. I then I remembered Mr. Peters. Did you know that someone was moving into the apartment right next to us? I asked. She told me that she was unaware of a new member joining our building. Weird that she didnt know of Mr. Peters. I decided that I would go ask Mr. and Mrs. White tomorrow morning. They know everybody in the building. They probably already have a pie baked and ready to send over to his apartment.
I didnt sleep well that night. I had an insane dream about Mr. Peters just standing over my bed, my girlfriend beside me. Smiling that terrifying smile. I was going to do something, wake up my girlfriend, run away in fear, anything. But I was stopped when he simply put his finger over my lips and quietly said Shhh in a soft, friendly voice. It didnt feel like a dream, though. Everything was so clear, and I can remember it all so well. Its impossible that it was real, though. Thats what my therapist told me, at least. After a long sleepless night, I took a quick shower and was going to get some food for breakfast. I also noticed the banging on the wall from Mr. Peters apartment. It was softer this time, and more
creepy. After my shower, I went to my kitchen. Only, something was off. Quart of milk, a few sticks of butter, ground hamburger meat, but no box of cereal. I looked everywhere, thinking I just misplaced it by accident. Sandra woke up thanks to me frantically looking for the box. Sandra, whatd you do with the cereal? I asked her while still looking in the various shelves in my kitchen. Didnt you put it in here? she asked while pointing to the spot where I swore that I put it. I could have sworn that I did, but I dont know where it went. Please tell me that you took it, I said. Yet she continued to deny the accusation. I thought it was her regardless. What else could it have been? A burglar? No. What burglar steals boxes of cereal? I didnt pay much attention to it, though. I just said, Guess it just grew a pair of legs and walked off. and forgot about the whole ordeal.
THE WALL (DEL 2):
I went over to the Whites and knocked on their door. I was greeted when Mr. White answered. Hey there, son. How are you this fine morning? He asked with his typical happy-go-lucky tone of voice. Hey there Mr. White. Im doing well, thanks for asking. But I came over to ask you about someone. Have you heard of a Mr. Peters? I asked. Mr. White frowned when I asked. Well, no. Sorry son, cant say that I have. Who is he? He questioned. He moved into the apartment right next to ours. Im surprised that you dont know who he is. You of all people in this building would know if someone new was moving in. I said. Mr. White then smiled and said, Well we should go and see hows hes doing, then. I think about it for a second, and took him up on his offer. The two of us walked over to his door, and Mr. White knocked on the door. We stood there for a little bit, only to returned with silence. I found it odd that there was no response what so ever. We didnt even hear any noises from the other side of the door. Hmm.. He must be sleeping, still. chimed in Mr. White. I found it to be a reasonable for the lack of sounds coming from the other side of the door. Well, how about we come back later to see if hes awake? I ask Mr. White. He agrees to the offer, and says that hell have a freshly bakes pie ready for when I get back from work. We part ways, and I go about my day as normal. Then I got back home.
I changed my clothes, and then went to the kitchen to grab something to eat really fast before I went over to see Mr. White. I grabbed a chocolate bar, and went to the refrigerator. But when I opened the door, I saw no milk quart. Now I was starting to get an annoyed. Was Sandra just pulling a prank or something? I got home before her again, so I decided to just go see to Mr. White and talk to Sandra when she got home. I knocked on the door, and got something I wasnt expecting at all. Mrs. White answered the door, tears running down her cheeks and red irritated eyes. Hello, Matt. She said through her crying. I was completely caught off guard by this, so I simply asked what had happened to out her in this state. Its George. My poor, sweet George. She said. Now, even though Sandra and I just called him, Mr. White, we both knew his first name was George. What happened to him? I asked. Hes gone! He just disappeared! She said through her now heavy sobbing. My mind rushed to one conclusion; Mr. Peters. Follow me, now. I told Mrs. White.
I rushed down the hall to Mr. Peters door. I pounded my fist on the door. Mr. Peters! Open up right now! I was once again returned with silence. Complete and utter silence. Mrs. White came running down the hallway and caught up to me. Have you called the police about Mr. White? I asked. She nodded. They came over and I told them what happened. Now, why are you banging the door? Whos Mr. Peters? I explained everything to her, and she too had never heard of him. Concerned, I pulled out my phone and dialed 911. Mrs. White and I waited for the police to arrive, but before they could get to us, Sandra came walking down the hallway. Whats going on here? She asked us. I told her about everything that had happened. Mr. White and I coming over, the missing milk, and Mr. Whites disappearance. Sandra waited with us for the police to arrive.
They finally got to the apartment, and I yet again explained my story. They both looked at each other, and knocked on the door, also to be greeted with silence. They went to go talk to the building manager to see if they could get some more information, but he said that there was no Mr. Peters who lived in that apartment. Both the police and the building manager returned to the door, master key in hand. The door then swung open. Nothing. It was just a normal empty room. We all walked in, confused, me more then the others. Then I remembered. I walked over to the wall, and gave it a light knock with my first. The hollow walls made its standard sound. I called everyone over, and showed that the wall was in fact hollow. What went from two police officers quickly escalated into ten. It took about three hours, but Sandra, Mrs. White, the building manager and I all waited for the police to finger out what to do next. After some discussion, the decision was to knock down the hollowed wall, and what I saw next would change my life forever.
It was a terrible sight. Mr. Peters lay quietly next to the dead corpse Mr. White, his stomach messily flayed open. It looked as if Mr. Peters used his teeth to grind a large slit in his stomach, and then used his fingers to pry it open. But that wasnt the worst part of it was that in his opened up stomach, was a pit of milk, cereal, and blood. There was so much blood.. All over both of their bodies. Mrs. White didnt take it well. She was hysterical, and started to vomit. Some of the policemen vomited as well, and even though I felt like I was going to, I resisted. Even though that the sight was hooraying, that still isnt the worst part. The worst thing of the scene was his smile. He had that same ear to ear grin as he did when we first met. The police had their guns drawn, pointed right at him. But he just smiled, straight at me. Straight into my eyes. His gaze sent chills running up my spine. He got up and stepped away from his body, his eyes never leaving mine. His smile never losing its size.
The police brought him out to the apartment, and put handcuffs on him. Other officers took Mr. White out of the hollowed wall, Mrs. White crying all the way. I feel for her, really I do. If I found Sandra in that state, I dont know how I would react. Mr. Peters was taken away, and he was given the death penalty. I saw a therapist not long after the ordeal, and I still see him once every week. Im writing this right now, just to warn everyone out there. When you hear banging at you wall or roof, or are just hearing house noises, you might want to give it a closer inspection. It probably just is normal house noises, but after this event I never took the chance. Im still incredibly paranoid. I remember one night at around 3:00 in the morning; i heard some banging coming from my kitchen. I got up as I always do, but this time was different. I saw Mr. Peters smiling at me, his teeth dripping with a crimson fluid, which had to be blood. I turned on the light, and he simply vanished into thin air. I dont know why this is happening to me. I dont even believe in the supernatural or anything, but I know what I saw. He was just standing there, looking right at me. Smiling that terrifying smile.
Något för dig kanske, DecayingInsanity. Du verkar ju tycka Slendis är mysig.
Citat från Freud
Något för dig kanske, DecayingInsanity. Du verkar ju tycka Slendis är mysig.
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Alltså, den är bra och så.
Men utav 1 timme och 18 minuter så har Slenderman typ 15-20 sekunder screening time totalt!
It needs more Slendy!
Shhh, shhh don't spoil the damn thing.
Citat från Freud
Shhh, shhh don't spoil the damn thing.
Oh, I'm sorry!
P.s. There's totally NOT a tall guy that haunts you for the simple reason of that you owe him 20 dollars!
MEN PFFT.
JAG SADE NEJ. FY.
:(
Citat från Freud
MEN PFFT.
JAG SADE NEJ. FY.
:(
And also, let's not forget the fact that he has tentacles!
I'm such a naughty boy!
Go... to sleep.
Kom just på en video på Youtube som ska finns här någonstans men orkar ej leta.
Handlar om en ung tjej som har en sjukdom som gör att hon inte kan se sitt eget ansikte. Hon drömmer konstiga drömmar och önskar att hon ska kunna se sitt ansikte men när hon väl gör det så är det vanskapt och hon börjar kräkas.
Någon som vet? Nååågon?
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