Creepy thread
Helt klart fake, men ändå creepy.
Kanske har blivit postad tidigare, men aja:
A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows but one won’t close.
She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.
In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.
Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.
Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog’s blood are the words “HUMANS CAN LICK TO"
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“HUMANS CAN LICK TO
Alla sover & det sticker ut något under min säng.
Hatar dig :@
Ganska creepy att kolla på MarbleHornets filmer, här är historien bakom dem:
"About two or three years ago, a film school friend of mine, Alex, was working on his first "feature length" movie. It was called Marble Hornets and I think it was about a twenty something returning to his childhood home and recalling events that happened there. It was pretty pretentious film student fare, but I helped out for a few days before my summer classes started, and a few rare occasions after that. Everyone on the set seemed pretty excited to be making it, especially Alex. The set itself was about half a mile away from Alex's house, roughly a thirty minute drive away from where I lived at the time. It was a pretty heavily wooded area, I guess to give it a sparsely populated small town feel. Most of the movie took place outside.
After about two months of off and on shooting, Alex dropped his pet project completely. It was really sudden when he let me know about it. When I asked him why, he told me it was because of the "unworkable conditions" of where he had picked to shoot. Which struck me as very odd since he had been living around that area since he was eight, and never seemed to have a problem with it. What's even stranger is that he acted incredibly distant when telling me this news. Soon after, he started avoiding me and from what I hear, everyone else. All he did was sit around his house.
Being a film student as well, I hated to see his work go to waste and decided to talk to him about it a bit more. A few weeks after he had stopped shooting, I finally convinced him to let me come over.
Something about him was worse than I'd originally thought. He had lost a good bit of weight, and looked pretty sickly. I pretended like I didn't notice and we just hung out for awhile. Right before I left, I asked him about Marble Hornets and what he was planning on doing with all of his tapes of raw footage. With almost no hesitation, he simply said "burn them".
This caught me off guard. When I asked why he didn't just archive them for B-roll in future projects, he just said he never wanted to work with the footage again. He was completely serious about this. I couldn't understand why he'd just want to get rid of it completely. Surely it wasn't all that useless. So I asked if I could take a look at them.
He agreed, but only under the circumstance that I never bring them back to him, and never discuss what was on them with him. He also highly discouraged me from showing any if it to anyone else. I laughed at this, and said that he must have accidentally made The Ring or something with the way he was talking. He didn't acknowledge this and brought me up to his attic, where he was storing the pile of tapes.
There were tons of them. He grabbed a couple of plastic shopping bags and piled the tapes in and gave them to me, then shooed me out of the attic. Right as I was walking out the door, he said, in the most serious tone I've ever heard from someone, "I'm not kidding, don't ever bring this up around me again."
Alex's comment was so sudden that I didn't have time to react before he had closed the door on me. He transferred to an out of state school soon after that and I haven't seen him since.
I filed the tapes separately from my others, and was honestly too freaked out to look at them at the time, and eventually forgot about them. I've decided to begin going through the tapes later tonight. If I don't do it now, I probably never will. I'm hoping all I find is an unfinished student film and nothing else. That would sure put me at ease now that I'm thinking about it again.
If there's interest, I'll post anything that I find on her"
Driving home from a friends house, you sit at a red light when you hear a familiar tone from your phone, sitting in the passenger seat. A text message. Probably from your friend; you always leave things at their homes. Being a responsible driver, and the light still red, you open the message and wait for a moment for the image to load. Suddenly, a photo pops into view. Red, obscured, strange contrast. And no text accompanying it.
But the light is green, so you close your phone and go back to driving, wondering vaguely what that was, and who would have sent you it. Perhaps someone accidentally took a picture of the inside of their bag or pocket and sent it to you. You’re still caught wondering as you pull up to the next light, also red, and another little tone from your phone. You flip it open, hoping for an apology from a friend, but find yourself waiting as another photo loads on the screen. This one, still mostly red, but textured now with scraps of blue, yet still indiscernible. This time, it takes an impatient honk from behind you before you realize you can pass through the light and be on your way home. Closing the phone, and continue on your way.
You sit uncomfortable now as the tone rings again, at yet another stop signal. You pause, hesitate, and then open the phone. The picture now is suddenly much more clear. That scrap of blue seems to be the ragged edge of a bit of denim, half blood soaked and laying across a pile of entrails, torn straight through the back of a human torso. You can only see from the bottom of the shoulder blade to the tops of the thighs, but its unmistakably human. Blue-white spinal bone smeared in blood, tubes of intestine trailing out between ragged looking spinal tissue and going out of the frame of the picture. You choke back a throat full of bile and throw the phone back into the passenger seat, happy to be on your way again, and dreading the knowledge that you won’t be able to not look as you hear that tone again.
There is some relief as you realize there are no more stoplights before you reach your home. But as you pull up to that red stop sign, the bottom of your stomach drops out and you feel a cold sweat build on the back of your neck. You have already picked up the phone, even before that tell-tale little tone has told you there is a message. The cell vibrates in your hand as you flip it open, your mind gone on auto-pilot, driving home with your eyes on the screen as the newest photo loads. Intestines piled almost artistically to the side of the body, scalp ripped free and no hair discernable, and that sickening contrast of darkening red on blue. For some reason, you expected that, even as you taste bile on the back of your tongue.
Its not as close or obscured. Flesh torn apart by God knows what means, torn denim, and blood soaked so far into the threadbare fabric of a hand-me-down couch. The one you have in your living room. You pull your car into park, hands shaking as you make your way up to your front door. You can’t stop yourself now, your body’s just doing as it normally would, but your finger frantically scrolls down the screen, finding no name, no phone number, and a time dated on the message three minutes from now.
You put the key in the door as you try shrug off your denim jacket.
Usch, det är mörkt och jag är alldeles för lättpåverkad just nu.
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Ganska creepy att kolla på MarbleHornets filmer, här är historien bakom dem:
Marble Hornets är helt okej, men kuken vilken jäkla zip-zap-bom-vändning dom har gjort nu. Vad var det vi fick vänta? Sex-åtta månader? DANG! Tydligen skulle den ju sluta efter öh entry #någonting. Sedan var det ju bara segt, men nu verkar det vara på gång igen. Tråkigt att du inte hänvisar alla till början, man bör ju ändå följa det kronologiskt.
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Ganska creepy att kolla på MarbleHornets filmer, här är historien bakom dem:
Marble Hornets är helt okej, men kuken vilken jäkla zip-zap-bom-vändning dom har gjort nu. Vad var det vi fick vänta? Sex-åtta månader? DANG! Tydligen skulle den ju sluta efter öh entry #någonting. Sedan var det ju bara segt, men nu verkar det vara på gång igen. Tråkigt att du inte hänvisar alla till början, man bör ju ändå följa det kronologiskt.
Dom skulle ju sluta redan vid #26 eller något, har kommit till #29 nu och ska fortsätta kolla imorgon! Det luktar fake om det, men ändå en gnutta seriöst också. Läskigt är det i alla fall!
Mjo, det borde jag ha gjort.
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Citat från TheOskar
Ganska creepy att kolla på MarbleHornets filmer, här är historien bakom dem:
Marble Hornets är helt okej, men kuken vilken jäkla zip-zap-bom-vändning dom har gjort nu. Vad var det vi fick vänta? Sex-åtta månader? DANG! Tydligen skulle den ju sluta efter öh entry #någonting. Sedan var det ju bara segt, men nu verkar det vara på gång igen. Tråkigt att du inte hänvisar alla till början, man bör ju ändå följa det kronologiskt.
Dom skulle ju sluta redan vid #26 eller något, har kommit till #29 nu och ska fortsätta kolla imorgon! Det luktar fake om det, men ändå en gnutta seriöst också. Läskigt är det i alla fall!
Mjo, det borde jag ha gjort.
Självfallet är det fake. Serien är baserad på Slender man, som föddes ur SomethingAwful i en tråd där medlemmar skulle hitta på egna spöken och monster. Eller något sådant var det, har läst i tråden någon gång. Men Marble Hornets blir självfallet inte mindre värd att se för det, och Marble Hornets är en av få saker på Internet som faktiskt har fått mig att hoppa till! Tycker att alla bör se den. Blir lite mycket att komma ikapp nu kanske, men ändå. Ni slipper den jäkla åtta-månaders-väntan.
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Marble Hornets är en av få saker på Internet som faktiskt har fått mig att hoppa till! Tycker att alla bör se den. Blir lite mycket att komma ikapp nu kanske, men ändå. Ni slipper den jäkla åtta-månaders-väntan.
Samma här, brukar inte bli rädd för saker på internet, men Marble Hornets har lyckats skrämma slag på mig flera gånger!
jag älskar denhär tråden
ingen annan får mig att må så dåligt<3
har tyvärr inget att bidra med menee... x(
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