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Ik vind dat soort zwart wit foto's altijd creepy. Maar waarom heb je die baby's niet gepost dan? Zit jij trouwens ook op /x/?quote:Op maandag 10 oktober 2011 22:42 schreef Mr.117 het volgende:
Ik heb expres die opgehangen baby's niet gepost kom jij er mee aanzetten.
Maarja dan kan deze er ook wel bij:
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Pogo dancing!
Vond ik een beetje té als het eigenlijk om de verhalen gaat. Ja ik zit op /x/.quote:
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Ik vind dat soort zwart wit foto's altijd creepy. Maar waarom heb je die baby's niet gepost dan? Zit jij trouwens ook op /x/?
Ja ok. Maar van de TS mogen plaatjes ook dus ik doe ook me bestquote:
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Vond ik een beetje té als het eigenlijk om de verhalen gaat. Ja ik zit op /x/.
En dankzij dat dagboek ga ik niet meer slapen. Zó zielig
Pogo dancing!
Bedtijd?quote:
Ik ga nu over op mobiel dus ik post geen plaatjens meer.
Ze heeft een boek gelezen waarin vreselijke dingen omschreven worden, daarna wordt ze gek.quote:
Ik heb dat dagboek gelezen maar ik snap het niet helemaal, kan iemand het uitleggen? *blond*
Nieuw plaatje:
Kijk een post hoger, tekst met plaatje.quote:Op maandag 10 oktober 2011 22:52 schreef TrollenFTW het volgende:
Zonder verhaal of tekst doen die plaatjes mij niks eigenlijk..
Ik FOK! mobiel, kan tekst niet lezen, sorry.quote:
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Kijk een post hoger, tekst met plaatje.
Jaja bedtijd ja.
Zo is dat.
Tevens, wat moeten die dode kinderen dan voorstellen? Kan ook zijn dat ik het niet begrijp.
Zo is dat.
Gewoon opgehangen kinderen. Het idee dat iemand kinderen ophangt hoort als ziek en eng over te komen.quote:Op maandag 10 oktober 2011 22:56 schreef TrollenFTW het volgende:
Tevens, wat moeten die dode kinderen dan voorstellen? Kan ook zijn dat ik het niet begrijp.
Ik vind het alleen ziek dat die kinderen hier voor geposeerd hebben.quote:
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Gewoon opgehangen kinderen. Het idee dat iemand kinderen ophangt hoort als ziek en eng over te komen.
Btw is dat idee natuurlijk eng, maar verhalen vind ik angstaanjagender.
Zo is dat.
nee ik ga nu ff tv kijken om dat dagboek uit mn hoofd te krijgen. Met voorsprong de beste bijdrage aan dit topic!quote:
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Bedtijd?
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Ze heeft een boek gelezen waarin vreselijke dingen omschreven worden, daarna wordt ze gek.
Nieuw plaatje:
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Pogo dancing!
Ja ik snapt dat ze een boek gelezen had maar wat voor boek dan? Nogal vaag. Vind het op zich een vet verhaal, maar over dat boekquote:
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Bedtijd?
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Ze heeft een boek gelezen waarin vreselijke dingen omschreven worden, daarna wordt ze gek.
En dat I know I know
Dat dingentje met the wanderer ga ik vanmiddag maar kijken denk ik. Ik ben bang geworden voor jouw posts
Pogo dancing!
Er was ergens in de jaren 20 een man met de achternaam Rasper. Hij heeft mensen op verschrikkelijke wijze vermoord, een van de detectives heeft na onderzoek omschreven hoe hij dat gedaan heeft en hoe de lijken eruit zagen. Er zijn daar een stuk of 6 kopieën van gemaakt, genaamd Raspers book.quote:Op maandag 10 oktober 2011 23:02 schreef Tante-Leen het volgende:
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Ja ik snapt dat ze een boek gelezen had maar wat voor boek dan? Nogal vaag. Vind het op zich een vet verhaal, maar over dat boek
Hij begon erg vet, jammer dat het zo snel was afgelopen.quote:
Dat dagboek is zo vet hè.
Ook een aanrader: http://www.creepypasta.com/candle-cove/
Is er nog wat te zien op die foto?quote:
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Bedtijd?
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Ze heeft een boek gelezen waarin vreselijke dingen omschreven worden, daarna wordt ze gek.
Nieuw plaatje:
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Voor sommige mensen wel.quote:
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Is er nog wat te zien op die foto?
wtf weird shit nigger. Morgen ff kiekenquote:
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Sommige mensen zien the wanderer wel, andere niet.
Pogo dancing!
Danku! Ik heb nog even gegoogled en het is toch best wel creepy!quote:
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Er was ergens in de jaren 20 een man met de achternaam Rasper. Hij heeft mensen op verschrikkelijke wijze vermoord, een van de detectives heeft na onderzoek omschreven hoe hij dat gedaan heeft en hoe de lijken eruit zagen. Er zijn daar een stuk of 6 kopieën van gemaakt, genaamd Raspers book.
Nice!quote:
Dit is ook een goede, tekst met plaatje:
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Fuck. Die foto.quote:
Dit is ook een goede, tekst met plaatje:
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Nu ben ik bang
en ik keek stiekem naar het plafond haha.
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The Tounge
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 TOO".
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 TOO".
Omgquote:
The Tounge
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 TOO".
Zo is dat.
The Clown
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage).
So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was okay, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the large clown doll outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have an clown doll."
The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No clown doll was ever found.
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A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage).
So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was okay, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the large clown doll outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have an clown doll."
The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No clown doll was ever found.
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OMG!quote:
The Clown
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage).
So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was okay, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the large clown doll outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have an clown doll."
The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No clown statue was ever found.
Zo is dat.
Nog eentje voor het slapen gaan.
The Portrait
There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was suprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.
Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.
The Portrait
There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was suprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.
Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.
Deze was iets minder, maar nog steeds heel eng. Thanks, ik slaap het komende uur niet.quote:
Nog eentje voor het slapen gaan.
The Portrait
There was a hunter in the woods, who, after a long day hunting, was in the middle of an immense forest. It was getting dark, and having lost his bearings, he decided to head in one direction until he was clear of the increasingly oppressive foliage. After a what seemed like hours, he came across a cabin in a small clearing. Realizing how dark it had grown, he decided to see if he could stay there for the night. He approached, and found the door ajar. Nobody was inside. The hunter flopped down on the single bed, deciding to explain himself to the owner in the morning. As he looked around, he was suprised to see the walls adorned by many portraits, all painted in incredible detail. Without exception, they appeared to be staring down at him, their features twisted into looks of hatred. Staring back, he grew increasingly uncomfortable. Making a concerted effort to ignore the many hateful faces, he turned to face the wall, and exhausted, he fell into a restless sleep.
Face down in an unfamiliar bed, he turned blinking in unexpected sunlight. Looking up, he discovered that the cabin had no portraits, only windows.
Zo is dat.
Deze is al behoorlijk oud. Kan me herrineren dat ik deze jaren geleden in een broodje aap verhalen boek las. Maar blijft een goede!quote:
The Clown
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage).
So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was okay, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the large clown doll outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have an clown doll."
The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No clown doll was ever found.
Still no messages on my phone.
I guess he wasn’t going to call me back after all. I can’t really blame him, maybe I came on a bit too fast yesterday.
I had noticed him long before he noticed me. His shiny black hair and unnatural blue eyes. I wasn’t the only one watching him, that’s for sure. His movements were elegant in a boyish way. And his smile…his smile.
I would die for that smile.
Still no messages…
I thought about calling him, maybe apologize for going too fast yesterday. I’m a coward, I know, but I just couldn’t bring myself to dial his number.
Besides he’d promised he’d contact me when he’s ready.
So I’ll wait. I’m patient.
I know, I’ll just casually stroll past his house. Just to see if he’s home. Maybe he’s out, that would explain why he couldn’t call me yet.
He only lives half an hour away anyway. Maybe he’s shy and is scared to call me. Silly boy. I’ll go to him and tell him that he doesn’t have to be scared. That I don’t mind if he needs time.
He lives pretty secluded in a farm on the outskirts of town. I can hear the sheep in the stables as I approach. My heart skips when I see there are lights burning inside. He must be there, he told me yesterday his parents would be gone for the weekend. They left him to look after the sheep for those days. Poor baby, that must be hard work. He was probably just too busy to call me. I’ll have to stay here until his parents come back and help him take care of all those sheep. I knock on the door, but he doesn’t answer. Maybe he fell asleep. The thought of his beautiful face even more softened by sleep makes me smile. I try the door, it’s unlocked. There’s hardly any crime around here, so I guess locking the door is not needed. I try to be as quiet as possible as I sneak through the house. I want to surprise him. I cringe at every creak the stairs make as I climb them.
Finally I’ve reached the bedroom and I carefully open the door.
There he is, lying in bed as I thought. Quietly I switch on the nightlight on his desk so I can see his face.
His blue eyes are open, staring into space and his whole face is one bloody mess. His cheeks have been carved, the skin mostly removed and hanging loose on the sides of his face. He’s missing his fingernails, they are laid out on the bed carefully arranged. On his bare chest words are carved.
I look at him, my hands covering my mouth.
He’s still the same as I left him yesterday. He must have been so tired that he slept all day. How cute!
I softly kiss his forehead, making sure I don’t wake him. Then I write another message below the one on his chest, letting him know I’m here when he needs me.
I leave the room, heading back outside. I think it’s time for the sheep to go to sleep.
And tomorrow I’ll introduce myself to his parents. I’m sure they’ll love me too.
I guess he wasn’t going to call me back after all. I can’t really blame him, maybe I came on a bit too fast yesterday.
I had noticed him long before he noticed me. His shiny black hair and unnatural blue eyes. I wasn’t the only one watching him, that’s for sure. His movements were elegant in a boyish way. And his smile…his smile.
I would die for that smile.
Still no messages…
I thought about calling him, maybe apologize for going too fast yesterday. I’m a coward, I know, but I just couldn’t bring myself to dial his number.
Besides he’d promised he’d contact me when he’s ready.
So I’ll wait. I’m patient.
I know, I’ll just casually stroll past his house. Just to see if he’s home. Maybe he’s out, that would explain why he couldn’t call me yet.
He only lives half an hour away anyway. Maybe he’s shy and is scared to call me. Silly boy. I’ll go to him and tell him that he doesn’t have to be scared. That I don’t mind if he needs time.
He lives pretty secluded in a farm on the outskirts of town. I can hear the sheep in the stables as I approach. My heart skips when I see there are lights burning inside. He must be there, he told me yesterday his parents would be gone for the weekend. They left him to look after the sheep for those days. Poor baby, that must be hard work. He was probably just too busy to call me. I’ll have to stay here until his parents come back and help him take care of all those sheep. I knock on the door, but he doesn’t answer. Maybe he fell asleep. The thought of his beautiful face even more softened by sleep makes me smile. I try the door, it’s unlocked. There’s hardly any crime around here, so I guess locking the door is not needed. I try to be as quiet as possible as I sneak through the house. I want to surprise him. I cringe at every creak the stairs make as I climb them.
Finally I’ve reached the bedroom and I carefully open the door.
There he is, lying in bed as I thought. Quietly I switch on the nightlight on his desk so I can see his face.
His blue eyes are open, staring into space and his whole face is one bloody mess. His cheeks have been carved, the skin mostly removed and hanging loose on the sides of his face. He’s missing his fingernails, they are laid out on the bed carefully arranged. On his bare chest words are carved.
I look at him, my hands covering my mouth.
He’s still the same as I left him yesterday. He must have been so tired that he slept all day. How cute!
I softly kiss his forehead, making sure I don’t wake him. Then I write another message below the one on his chest, letting him know I’m here when he needs me.
I leave the room, heading back outside. I think it’s time for the sheep to go to sleep.
And tomorrow I’ll introduce myself to his parents. I’m sure they’ll love me too.
