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Post wat creepypasta verhalen.
Ik begin:
New Cell Phone
A couple of months ago, my friend's cousin (a single mother) bought a new cell phone. After a long day of work, she came home, placed her phone on the counter, and went watch to TV; her son came to her and asked if he could play with her new phone. She told him not to call anyone or mess with text messages, and he agreed.
At around 11:20, she was drowsy, so she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed. She walked to his room and saw that he wasn't there. She then ran over to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand.
Relieved, she picked her phone back up from his hand to inspect it. Browsing through it, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc., but then she opened up her saved pictures. She began deleting the pictures he had taken, until only one new picture remained.
When she first saw it, she was in disbelief. It was her son sleeping on her bed, but the picture was taken by someone else above him... and it showed the left half of an elderly woman's face.
[ Bericht 5% gewijzigd door Fopje op 08-04-2013 17:11:24 ]
Post wat creepypasta verhalen.
Ik begin:
New Cell Phone
A couple of months ago, my friend's cousin (a single mother) bought a new cell phone. After a long day of work, she came home, placed her phone on the counter, and went watch to TV; her son came to her and asked if he could play with her new phone. She told him not to call anyone or mess with text messages, and he agreed.
At around 11:20, she was drowsy, so she decided to tuck her son in and go to bed. She walked to his room and saw that he wasn't there. She then ran over to her room to find him sleeping on her bed with the phone in his hand.
Relieved, she picked her phone back up from his hand to inspect it. Browsing through it, she noticed only minor changes such as a new background, banner, etc., but then she opened up her saved pictures. She began deleting the pictures he had taken, until only one new picture remained.
When she first saw it, she was in disbelief. It was her son sleeping on her bed, but the picture was taken by someone else above him... and it showed the left half of an elderly woman's face.
[ Bericht 5% gewijzigd door Fopje op 08-04-2013 17:11:24 ]
"I tried to believe that there is a God, who created each of us in His own image and likeness, loves us very much, and keeps a close eye on things. I really tried to believe that, but I gotta tell you, the longer you live, the more you look around, the more you realize, something is fucked up." - George Carlin.
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Mijn naam is betsy, wil jij ook een vrouw met net zoveel haar als jezelf bel me dan op :
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Mijn naam is betsy, wil jij ook een vrouw met net zoveel haar als jezelf bel me dan op :
0906-090SEX
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There was once, a user on the FOK!'s named RegularShow.. People supspected he was just a plain idiot, but he was braindead all along!
Wat ooit Ongedierte was, is nu goddelijk.
Haha, erg grappig.quote:Op maandag 8 april 2013 18:09 schreef HalfGod het volgende:
There was once, a user on the FOK!'s named RegularShow.. People supspected he was just a plain idiot, but he was braindead all along!
I moved into my house five years ago. In the last two years there have been strange things happening. It all started in October of 2004. I noticed strange footsteps but shrugged them off, thinking there was probably an explanation for them. My sixteen year old son, Michael, slept in the only downstairs bedroom while his little sister and I have our own bedrooms upstairs.
I would wake up in the morning with Michael sleeping on my bedroom floor. He, at first, heard strange noises and soon saw shadows moving across the room. He came running from his room one day because a plug flew from the outlet. I put it down to electrical faults. He’s felt something brushing him, too.
I have been with my partner, Mike, for a year now and he moved in with me in April. At first, Mike couldn’t sleep with the noise of someone moving about up and down the stairs. He always checked, but there was never anything there. He would always say, “Did you hear that?” I was just used to hearing them.
Four months ago, Mike was sitting at the computer beside Michael’s bedroom door and he jumped up in pain. He lifted up his shirt and found a deep scratch on his stomach. There were no sharp instruments about and no possible explanation for this. The computer always acts up for him but no one else in the family. I am also catching shadows out of the corner of my eye and have been putting it down to my imagination.
We were lying in our bed two weeks ago watching TV. I lie nearest the doorway and caught a shadow going into my daughter’s bedroom. Mike jumped up and told me he saw it too. For once, I was completely freaked out. I had to sleep on the other side of the bed.
Everything was forgotten, but two days ago Mike was sitting at the computer again, holding a piece of drawing paper in his lap. The paper hit him in the eye somehow and took a chunk from his cornea. He was admitted to the hospital and is in complete agony. He cannot explain how the paper hit his eye from the angle he was holding it on his lap, but we know that even if he tried to do it to himself it would be impossible.
At first, I thought it was just a mischievous ghost of some kind, but now I am starting to get very worried with this thing assaulting my partner. It is no longer mischievous, but evil. I wonder if it is the shadow that has always been with me, that I have always seen from the corner of my eye…or if it’s something that was already in the house.
Two weeks ago, my son came in screaming from the bathroom saying he’d seen a bloody face wrapped in a dirty sheet. He killed himself last Friday and we are all devastated beyond words.
His suicide note said, “I got it mom. Check the camera.”
I would wake up in the morning with Michael sleeping on my bedroom floor. He, at first, heard strange noises and soon saw shadows moving across the room. He came running from his room one day because a plug flew from the outlet. I put it down to electrical faults. He’s felt something brushing him, too.
I have been with my partner, Mike, for a year now and he moved in with me in April. At first, Mike couldn’t sleep with the noise of someone moving about up and down the stairs. He always checked, but there was never anything there. He would always say, “Did you hear that?” I was just used to hearing them.
Four months ago, Mike was sitting at the computer beside Michael’s bedroom door and he jumped up in pain. He lifted up his shirt and found a deep scratch on his stomach. There were no sharp instruments about and no possible explanation for this. The computer always acts up for him but no one else in the family. I am also catching shadows out of the corner of my eye and have been putting it down to my imagination.
We were lying in our bed two weeks ago watching TV. I lie nearest the doorway and caught a shadow going into my daughter’s bedroom. Mike jumped up and told me he saw it too. For once, I was completely freaked out. I had to sleep on the other side of the bed.
Everything was forgotten, but two days ago Mike was sitting at the computer again, holding a piece of drawing paper in his lap. The paper hit him in the eye somehow and took a chunk from his cornea. He was admitted to the hospital and is in complete agony. He cannot explain how the paper hit his eye from the angle he was holding it on his lap, but we know that even if he tried to do it to himself it would be impossible.
At first, I thought it was just a mischievous ghost of some kind, but now I am starting to get very worried with this thing assaulting my partner. It is no longer mischievous, but evil. I wonder if it is the shadow that has always been with me, that I have always seen from the corner of my eye…or if it’s something that was already in the house.
Two weeks ago, my son came in screaming from the bathroom saying he’d seen a bloody face wrapped in a dirty sheet. He killed himself last Friday and we are all devastated beyond words.
His suicide note said, “I got it mom. Check the camera.”
hee hallo
Je gelooft het toch niet serieusquote:Op maandag 8 april 2013 18:28 schreef RegularShow het volgende:
Deze is een klassieker. Ik vond het best wel eng.
Ik word er niet warm of koud van, maar vind het wel leuk om te lezen. Waar vind ik meer van dit soort verhaaltjes?quote:
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Nee, tuurlijk niet. Ik vond het alleen best eng.
Op creepypasta.comquote:Op maandag 8 april 2013 18:34 schreef -supergirl- het volgende:
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Ik word er niet warm of koud van, maar vind het wel leuk om te lezen. Waar vind ik meer van dit soort verhaaltjes?
Once upon a time, there was a user on FOK! that goes by the name of: "HalfGod". He needed to improve his English skills.quote:
There was once, a user on the FOK!'s named RegularShow.. People supspected he was just a plain idiot, but he was braindead all along!
Dit -- Parkiet is mijn papa
zijn -- Parkiet is mijn papa
vier -- Parkiet is mijn papa
regels -- Parkiet is mijn papa
zijn -- Parkiet is mijn papa
vier -- Parkiet is mijn papa
regels -- Parkiet is mijn papa
And then a skeleton popped out?quote:
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Once upon a time, there was a user on FOK! that goes by the name of: "HalfGod". He needed to improve his English skills.
Heeft FOK!verkiring met Studeur
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Dit -- Parkiet is mijn papa
zijn -- Parkiet is mijn papa
vier -- Parkiet is mijn papa
regels -- Parkiet is mijn papa
zijn -- Parkiet is mijn papa
vier -- Parkiet is mijn papa
regels -- Parkiet is mijn papa
The demon within
It was past midnight now, and I still had a while until I met my destination. The girl I picked up an hour ago was asleep in the seat beside me. She was a hitchhiker. I couldn’t leave a teenager alone at night in the pouring rain, I had to pick her up. She seemed pretty happy that someone was finally giving her a ride.
I didn’t know her real name, only that her friends call her “Jo.” She looked so calm, so peaceful. Her brown hair obscured half her gorgeous face, her lips flexed in a barely noticeable smile. She must be having a nice dream.
I tried to remember the last dream I had, but had no luck. Then, I felt it; a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time. A terrible, ugly feeling. I looked down at the girl as I drove, hoping her smiling face might help me overcome and not give in to the demon within… but I could feel it clawing to get out.
I didn’t want to. I couldn’t. I needed to get the girl out of the car, but that would take too long. It would happen before then.
I continued to struggle, fighting an inner battle. Then… No. I couldn’t contain it. It happened: I let out the most monstrous fart I’d ever released. It was legendary. It was the kind of thing kids would tell stories about to scare younger kids.
I reluctantly looked to see if the beast that escaped my body had woken the girl. It hadn’t, but the smile had faded and she looked to be having a nightmare now.
It was past midnight now, and I still had a while until I met my destination. The girl I picked up an hour ago was asleep in the seat beside me. She was a hitchhiker. I couldn’t leave a teenager alone at night in the pouring rain, I had to pick her up. She seemed pretty happy that someone was finally giving her a ride.
I didn’t know her real name, only that her friends call her “Jo.” She looked so calm, so peaceful. Her brown hair obscured half her gorgeous face, her lips flexed in a barely noticeable smile. She must be having a nice dream.
I tried to remember the last dream I had, but had no luck. Then, I felt it; a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time. A terrible, ugly feeling. I looked down at the girl as I drove, hoping her smiling face might help me overcome and not give in to the demon within… but I could feel it clawing to get out.
I didn’t want to. I couldn’t. I needed to get the girl out of the car, but that would take too long. It would happen before then.
I continued to struggle, fighting an inner battle. Then… No. I couldn’t contain it. It happened: I let out the most monstrous fart I’d ever released. It was legendary. It was the kind of thing kids would tell stories about to scare younger kids.
I reluctantly looked to see if the beast that escaped my body had woken the girl. It hadn’t, but the smile had faded and she looked to be having a nightmare now.
Neem het leven niet te serieus, je overleeft het toch niet.
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[i] When you try your best but you don't succeed. When you get what you want but not what you need. [/i]
Family Guy Episode X (Lost episode)
On the night of December 15, 2006, an unlisted lost episode Family Guy aired on Fox. It was originally produced in 2006 as a Halloween special in season 5, but it was cancelled and shelved because Fox thought it was too disturbing and frightening.
They were right. No one knew this episode existed until it aired. The reason for why it randomly aired unannounced is unknown. It was rumored to have been a complete accident.
The episode was entirely in black and white, had terrible quality, extremely bad audio, and the animation was done horribly. When it came on, the Family Guy theme song didn't appear, instead just black screen and awkward silence. Then after about 30 seconds a random beating noise started, and soon a message appeared that said "September 8, 2006. Family Guy Episode X: The Black Dawn".
The first shot shows the Griffin's kitchen. Lois has finished making breakfast and she told Peter to call the kids. Chris and Stewie come downstairs but not Meg. In here, everyone seems either very depressed or angry and Brian oddly sits in the corner of the living room and doesn't talk. When Peter goes upstairs to get Meg, he sees her naked cutting herself and drinking her own blood. He calls her name, and she starts running towards him and slits his throat.
Pretty soon Peter dies and Meg shoves him in her closet. The family hears Peter fall to the floor and rush to see what happened. They see Meg covered in bloody razor blade cuts. Lois asked what happened to her and then Peter falls out of the closet because Meg didn't do a good job putting him in there. The family is in shock and Lois starts heavily sobbing. Meg then grabs an ax hidden under her bed and chops Lois' head off. She takes a bite out of her head.
Stewie and Chris run downstairs to escape, they try to warn Brian who's still sitting in the corner of the living room. He just ignores them, when they call him again, his head turns all the way around and he has a very creepy smile on his face. He looks possessed. He then tries to attack them. He chases them to the kitchen where Stewie grabs a knife and stabs him in the heart. Chris appears to be upset about what Stewie did, but he tells him he had no choice and quickly forgives him.
Meg comes downstairs and chases them outside, they go and hide in the Swanson's house. They tell Joe about the situation. He then tries to deal with her but she chops him with her ax and does the same to Bonnie. Chris and Stewie escape to their basement.
A few days later they come out and see that nearly everything has been destroyed. They find an newspaper and find that a virus broke out and the zombie apocalypse came. They stand in the middle of the road where there's nothing but dead silence. They then see Meg and several other zombies including Peter and Brian and the neighbors charging toward them.
They also find a chainsaw lying on their front lawn. Stewie grabs it and starts killing zombies with it. Meg is the only one left still alive, but Stewie sees that Chris was killed by the zombies with his face eaten off. Stewie gets distracted by this and then gets killed by Meg. At this point, the quality gets even worse. Meg then takes her ax and accidentally chops her own head off. Then the scene pans out and cuts to static and the episode ends.
On the night of December 15, 2006, an unlisted lost episode Family Guy aired on Fox. It was originally produced in 2006 as a Halloween special in season 5, but it was cancelled and shelved because Fox thought it was too disturbing and frightening.
They were right. No one knew this episode existed until it aired. The reason for why it randomly aired unannounced is unknown. It was rumored to have been a complete accident.
The episode was entirely in black and white, had terrible quality, extremely bad audio, and the animation was done horribly. When it came on, the Family Guy theme song didn't appear, instead just black screen and awkward silence. Then after about 30 seconds a random beating noise started, and soon a message appeared that said "September 8, 2006. Family Guy Episode X: The Black Dawn".
The first shot shows the Griffin's kitchen. Lois has finished making breakfast and she told Peter to call the kids. Chris and Stewie come downstairs but not Meg. In here, everyone seems either very depressed or angry and Brian oddly sits in the corner of the living room and doesn't talk. When Peter goes upstairs to get Meg, he sees her naked cutting herself and drinking her own blood. He calls her name, and she starts running towards him and slits his throat.
Pretty soon Peter dies and Meg shoves him in her closet. The family hears Peter fall to the floor and rush to see what happened. They see Meg covered in bloody razor blade cuts. Lois asked what happened to her and then Peter falls out of the closet because Meg didn't do a good job putting him in there. The family is in shock and Lois starts heavily sobbing. Meg then grabs an ax hidden under her bed and chops Lois' head off. She takes a bite out of her head.
Stewie and Chris run downstairs to escape, they try to warn Brian who's still sitting in the corner of the living room. He just ignores them, when they call him again, his head turns all the way around and he has a very creepy smile on his face. He looks possessed. He then tries to attack them. He chases them to the kitchen where Stewie grabs a knife and stabs him in the heart. Chris appears to be upset about what Stewie did, but he tells him he had no choice and quickly forgives him.
Meg comes downstairs and chases them outside, they go and hide in the Swanson's house. They tell Joe about the situation. He then tries to deal with her but she chops him with her ax and does the same to Bonnie. Chris and Stewie escape to their basement.
A few days later they come out and see that nearly everything has been destroyed. They find an newspaper and find that a virus broke out and the zombie apocalypse came. They stand in the middle of the road where there's nothing but dead silence. They then see Meg and several other zombies including Peter and Brian and the neighbors charging toward them.
They also find a chainsaw lying on their front lawn. Stewie grabs it and starts killing zombies with it. Meg is the only one left still alive, but Stewie sees that Chris was killed by the zombies with his face eaten off. Stewie gets distracted by this and then gets killed by Meg. At this point, the quality gets even worse. Meg then takes her ax and accidentally chops her own head off. Then the scene pans out and cuts to static and the episode ends.
Oh ja joh? Vertel. Wat is er fout. Behalve an by an user dan.quote:
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Once upon a time, there was a user on FOK! that goes by the name of: "HalfGod". He needed to improve his English skills.
Wat ooit Ongedierte was, is nu goddelijk.
Bijvoorbeeld dat je Nederlandse grammatica-regels gebruikt in de Engelse taal?quote:
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Oh ja joh? Vertel. Wat is er fout. Behalve an by an user dan.
Meteen het begin is al fout: "There was once".
Je moet niet alles letterlijk vertalen.
Correcte versie: "Once upon a time, there was..."
Oh, en het is wel: "a user", hoor.
"on the FOK!'s named RegularShow"
"op de FOK!'s genaamde RegularShow."
Makes sense.
Correcte versie: "on FOK!'s RegularShow."
"People supspected he was just a plain idiot"
Moet: "People suspected he was just plain stupid" zijn.
Oftewel: Alles is fout.
Dit -- Parkiet is mijn papa
zijn -- Parkiet is mijn papa
vier -- Parkiet is mijn papa
regels -- Parkiet is mijn papa
zijn -- Parkiet is mijn papa
vier -- Parkiet is mijn papa
regels -- Parkiet is mijn papa
@Unscrewed, helemaal mee eens. Hij moet eerst zijn Engels verbeteren, en daarna mij belachelijk maken
White with Red
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.
This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.
At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”
there was oncequote:
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Bijvoorbeeld dat je Nederlandse grammatica-regels gebruikt in de Engelse taal?
Meteen het begin is al fout: "There was once".
Je moet niet alles letterlijk vertalen.
Correcte versie: "Once upon a time, there was..."
Oh, en het is wel: "a user", hoor.
"on the FOK!'s named RegularShow"
"op de FOK!'s genaamde RegularShow."
Makes sense.
Correcte versie: "on FOK!'s RegularShow."
"People supspected he was just a plain idiot"
Moet: "People suspected he was just plain stupid" zijn.
Oftewel: Alles is fout.
nee echt niet !
Ik weet niet waarom maar zulke verhalen krijg ik kippenvel van! Dit was ook een hele goeie! Als ik het goed begrijp keek die geestenvrouw door het slot recht in zijn oog?quote:
hee hallo
Een gedetalieerde penis foto
SPOILEROm spoilers te kunnen lezen moet je zijn ingelogd. Je moet je daarvoor eerst gratis Registreren. Ook kun je spoilers niet lezen als je een ban hebt.vroeger was alles beter
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Ik weet niet waarom maar zulke verhalen krijg ik kippenvel van! Dit was ook een hele goeie! Als ik het goed begrijp keek die geestenvrouw door het slot recht in zijn oog?
Mijn favoriet
Candle Cove
Skyshale033 Subject: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Does anyone remember this kid’s show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don’t remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.
mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
it seems really familiar to me…..i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cove…was it about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
YES! Okay I’m not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn’t belong on the body. I don’t remember what station this was! I don’t think it was WTSF though.
Jaren_2005 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Sorry to ressurect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think Candle Cove ran for only a couple months in ‘71, not ‘72. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news. Let me see what I remember.
It took place in Candle cove, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates. The pirate ship was called the Laughingstock, and Pirate Percy wasn’t a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don’t remember the girl’s name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was Janice.
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned the Laughingstock and channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face, with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.
mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
ha ha i remember now too. do you remember this part skyshale: “you have…to go…INSIDE.”
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That’s what the ship always told Percy when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock’s face with each pause. YOU HAVE… TO GO… INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful.
You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth.
kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i honestly, honestly thought the villain was pirate percy. i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel.
Jaren_2005 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
That wasn’t the villain, the puppet with the mustache. That was the villain’s sidekick, Horace Horrible. He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache. I used to think that meant he had only one eye.
But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The Skin-Taker. I can’t believe what they let us watch back then.
kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
jesus h. christ, the skin taker. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape. and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull. christ almighty.
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Wasn’t his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children’s skin??
mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
yeah i think so. rememer his mouth didn’t open and close, his jaw just slid back and foth. i remember the little girl said “why does your mouth move like that” and the skin-taker didn’t look at the girl but at the camera and said “TO GRIND YOUR SKIN”
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
I’m so relieved that other people remember this terrible show!
I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, and just all screaming, screaming. The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this. I woke up many times from that nightmare. I used to wet the bed when I had it.
kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i don’t think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode.
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.
kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
maybe i’m manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing what you described. they just screamed.
Jaren_2005 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? Oh God. Yes. The little girl, Janice, I remember seeing her shake. And the Skin-Taker screaming through his gnashing teeth, his jaw careening so wildly I thought it would come off its wire hinges. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we didn’t have the courage to turn it back on.
mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was littel in the early 70s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remebered a kid’s show, candle cove. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said “because i used to think it was so strange that you said ‘i’m gona go watch candle cove now mom’ and then you would tune the tv to static and juts watch dead air for 30 minutes. you had a big imagination with your little pirate show.
Candle Cove
Skyshale033 Subject: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Does anyone remember this kid’s show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don’t remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.
mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
it seems really familiar to me…..i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cove…was it about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
YES! Okay I’m not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn’t belong on the body. I don’t remember what station this was! I don’t think it was WTSF though.
Jaren_2005 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Sorry to ressurect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think Candle Cove ran for only a couple months in ‘71, not ‘72. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news. Let me see what I remember.
It took place in Candle cove, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates. The pirate ship was called the Laughingstock, and Pirate Percy wasn’t a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don’t remember the girl’s name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was Janice.
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned the Laughingstock and channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face, with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.
mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
ha ha i remember now too.
do you remember this part skyshale: “you have…to go…INSIDE.”Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That’s what the ship always told Percy when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock’s face with each pause. YOU HAVE… TO GO… INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful.
You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth.
kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i honestly, honestly thought the villain was pirate percy. i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel.
Jaren_2005 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
That wasn’t the villain, the puppet with the mustache. That was the villain’s sidekick, Horace Horrible. He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache. I used to think that meant he had only one eye.
But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The Skin-Taker. I can’t believe what they let us watch back then.
kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
jesus h. christ, the skin taker. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape. and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull. christ almighty.
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
Wasn’t his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children’s skin??
mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
yeah i think so. rememer his mouth didn’t open and close, his jaw just slid back and foth. i remember the little girl said “why does your mouth move like that” and the skin-taker didn’t look at the girl but at the camera and said “TO GRIND YOUR SKIN”
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
I’m so relieved that other people remember this terrible show!
I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, and just all screaming, screaming. The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this. I woke up many times from that nightmare. I used to wet the bed when I had it.
kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i don’t think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode.
Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.
kevin_hart Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
maybe i’m manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing what you described. they just screamed.
Jaren_2005 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show? Oh God. Yes. The little girl, Janice, I remember seeing her shake. And the Skin-Taker screaming through his gnashing teeth, his jaw careening so wildly I thought it would come off its wire hinges. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we didn’t have the courage to turn it back on.
mike_painter65 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid’s show?
i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was littel in the early 70s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remebered a kid’s show, candle cove. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said “because i used to think it was so strange that you said ‘i’m gona go watch candle cove now mom’ and then you would tune the tv to static and juts watch dead air for 30 minutes. you had a big imagination with your little pirate show.
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The Expressionless.
In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention, but there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.
The first being that she wasn't exactly human. she resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.
There was a kitten clamped in her jaws so unnaturally tight that no teeth could be seen, and the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.
From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.
But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.
She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.
As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the woman's mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…
The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking "What in the hell are you?"
She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.
There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.
As he heard them approach, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular and letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.
She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.
She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.
"I...am....God...."
The doctor's eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.
The female doctor who survived the incident named her "The Expressionless".
There was never a sighting of her again.
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The Expressionless.
In June of 1972, a woman appeared in Cedar Senai hospital in nothing but a white, blood-covered gown. Now this, in itself, should not be too surprising as people often have accidents nearby and come to the nearest hospital for medical attention, but there were two things that caused people who saw her to vomit and flee in terror.
The first being that she wasn't exactly human. she resembled something close to a mannequin, but had the dexterity and fluidity of a normal human being. Her face, was as flawless as a mannequins, devoid of eyebrows and smeared in make-up.
There was a kitten clamped in her jaws so unnaturally tight that no teeth could be seen, and the blood was still squirting out over her gown and onto the floor. She then pulled it out of her mouth, tossed it aside and collapsed.
From the moment she stepped through the entrance to when she was taken to a hospital room and cleaned up before being prepped for sedation, she was completely calm, expressionless and motionless. The doctors thought it best to restrain her until the authorities could arrive and she did not protest. They were unable to get any kind of response from her and most staff members felt too uncomfortable to look directly at her for more than a few seconds.
But the second the staff tried to sedate her, she fought back with extreme force. Two members of staff had to hold her down as her body rose up on the bed with that same, blank expression.
She turned her emotionless eyes towards the male doctor and did something unusual. She smiled.
As she did, the female doctor screamed and let go out of shock. In the woman's mouth were not human teeth, but long, sharp spikes. Too long for her mouth to close fully without causing any damage…
The male doctor stared back at her for a moment before asking "What in the hell are you?"
She cracked her neck down to her shoulder to observe him, still smiling.
There was a long pause, the security had been alerted and could be heard coming down the hallway.
As he heard them approach, she darted forward, sinking her teeth into the front of his throat, ripping out his jugular and letting him fall to the floor, gasping for air as he choked on his own blood.
She stood up and leaned over him, her face coming dangerously close to his as the life faded from his eyes.
She leaned closer and whispered in his ear.
"I...am....God...."
The doctor's eyes filled with fear as he watched her calmly walk away to greet the security men. His last ever sight would be watching her feast on them one by one.
The female doctor who survived the incident named her "The Expressionless".
There was never a sighting of her again.
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WhahahahahhahHaquote:
The demon within
It was past midnight now, and I still had a while until I met my destination. The girl I picked up an hour ago was asleep in the seat beside me. She was a hitchhiker. I couldn’t leave a teenager alone at night in the pouring rain, I had to pick her up. She seemed pretty happy that someone was finally giving her a ride.
I didn’t know her real name, only that her friends call her “Jo.” She looked so calm, so peaceful. Her brown hair obscured half her gorgeous face, her lips flexed in a barely noticeable smile. She must be having a nice dream.
I tried to remember the last dream I had, but had no luck. Then, I felt it; a feeling I hadn’t felt in a long time. A terrible, ugly feeling. I looked down at the girl as I drove, hoping her smiling face might help me overcome and not give in to the demon within… but I could feel it clawing to get out.
I didn’t want to. I couldn’t. I needed to get the girl out of the car, but that would take too long. It would happen before then.
I continued to struggle, fighting an inner battle. Then… No. I couldn’t contain it. It happened: I let out the most monstrous fart I’d ever released. It was legendary. It was the kind of thing kids would tell stories about to scare younger kids.
I reluctantly looked to see if the beast that escaped my body had woken the girl. It hadn’t, but the smile had faded and she looked to be having a nightmare now.
4chan/b/, maar dat is ook een van de weinige topics die wel goed zijn. Behalve dan die eindeloze herhalingen.
welke hal moet je hebben voor zieke air max ??
Ik heb zelf creepypasta geschreven
quote:YouChan
Curiosity always gets the better of me. And I’m not the only one. How do you think online videos like three guys one hammer, 2girls1cup and various gore videos get so many views? Everybody wants to see it. You do too.
My story starts in the time when I got in some kind of depression at age 18 that started after my father passed away. I didn’t go to school or work for about a year. I had seas of time, and spent most of it on the internet.
The only thing that would really cheer me up were anonymous image boards. These are the only places where people´s true nature comes out. Instead of hypocritical behavior, people tell what’s really on their mind. Also I loved getting a good laugh once in a while. I have been able to tell how shitty my life was and dozens of people showed up actually feeling the same. It felt like friends though I didn’t even knew anything about them.
I started to love dark humor. If something terrible happened I loved to instantly make jokes and Photoshop’s out of it. So did my anonymous friends. Some say you change if you spend too much time on image boards, and I think those people are right. My depression got worse and as a result I only spent even more time on image boards. My sense of ‘humor’ got darker. I could only get cheered up by terrible trolls and raids. I called up people giving them death threats and post the result on the internet. One time I even called up an airport with a bomb thread disrupting plane trips for thousands of passengers. Of course, my internet friends thought it was hilarious.
At this point I wasn’t on the ‘normal’ part of the internet anymore. The image boards were obscure boards on the deep web (google it if you don’t know what it is). This way people could post terrible illegal content completely anonymous without even a traceable IP-address. No limits whatsoever. My craving for disastrous content got greater and greater. I couldn’t control my craving for it was the only thing that would satisfy any part of me. My days were basically staying home and be browsing the web for gore and illegal content till the early morning.
The best, or rather worst image board was ‘disasterchan’. People there were probably just like me. Obsessed and addicted to violence, rape, murder. Sometimes an actual killer would show up to show their work. One time a guy posted his own kid, raped, killed and covered in shit and maggots. It made my day. I was addicted to violence. It was like a drug. I needed a bigger dose every day.
My desire for gore got so big not even disasterchan could satisfy me anymore. After another day of pointless browsing I couldn’t find my daily shot of violence. I made a thread asking why I couldn’t get satisfied anymore. Only one guy reacted posting a link to another chan. I copied the link and F5’d the page. It was gone. This was rather strange because threads never get deleted since nothing is extreme enough for this site. When I tried to post again it said I got a permaban with no reason addressed. It made me angry. Why the hell ban me for making a thread like this? Was it because I had complaints about the site?
Despite my anger I realized I still had this other chan on my ctrl+v. It was another .onion link that was only accessible through an untraceable IP.
The site had a completely black layout, there was no picture on the center above like on most image boards. Even the text was black so I had to select all the text to be able to read it. The image board was called ‘YouChan’. At first I thought it was a pretty stupid name and possibly another youtube ripoff. I wanted to close the site when I realized I had nothing better to do and might as well browse this obscure board for a while.
There was only one news article posted on the home page, the time of posting was actually 5 minutes ago, today. It said ‘Welcome to YouChan’. On the left site of the homepage the different boards were listed.
/necro/ - Necrophelia
/cem/ - cemetery
/b/ - Random
It weren’t many boards, most image boards have about 20 or more. /b/ was a board most sites like this have. It was /cem/ and /necro/ that caught my attention. I never seen actual necrophilia and I could only guess that /cem/ could have pictures and advice about digging up graves. I decided to visit /cem/ first.
After the page loaded and I scrolled down I instantly froze. I felt fear for the first time in months. Only this fear wasn’t amusing or satisfying in any way. I felt cold shivering going up my spine. icecold sweat broke out. I saw a picture of my father’s corpse lying next to his grave. I knew for sure it was him. I recognized his clothes we buried him in and the grave I designed with my mother. I started to panic. “How the fuck is this possible, who would do this?” When I realized this was possibly an attack on me personally I panicked even more. I selected the text for clues. Nothing. The time of posting. It was posted... In the future. 10 minutes from now.
This was the clue I needed. This crazy fuck wanted me to get to the cemetery in 10 minutes. I ran to my bike and started cycling as a madman. I told myself to relax, but of course I wasn’t able to. I could only think about what I would do to the psycho who dug up my father and was probably waiting there for me.
I got to the cemetery in about 5 minutes, dumped my bike and ran to my father’s grave. What I found was indeed the lifeless body of my father lying next to his grave. I fell on my knees and started crying. I couldn’t bear to see his face as he was lying there. My father’s death was my absolute weak point. The person who did this must’ve known. After shivering and crying for a few minutes I got a little more relaxed. I started reburying my father trying not to look at his face. I used my hands to dig and put his body back in the broken coffin when I noticed a small note in the pocket of his shirt.
KEEP BROWSING.
I was totally exhausted. Of course I should’ve called the police, but even at this point curiosity got the better of me. I got back to my apartment and turned on my computer again. The thread on /cem/ wasn’t changed except for the time of posting was now 30 minutes ago.
I still had 2 boards to go. /necro/ and /b/. I almost threw up when I thought about what could be the content of /necro/. Thinking rationally was impossible for me in this state of panic I was in. Of course I clicked.
The shock I went through seeing the next post was far worse than you can imagine. I wasn’t able to move for what seemed like hours. It was my mother. Obviously dead. Her facial expression was lifeless and her skin had no tan at all. She was being raped in on a bed in a probably a hotel room. The fucking psycho raping her was on the bottom and she on her back on top so there was no way of telling who this guy was. I couldn’t watch this anymore. I was tired. I Panicked so much. The time of posting was 2 weeks from now, same exact time. My mother was dead. Despite the shock I was in I had to make my move now and remain calm as much as possible. The killer didn’t leave instructions this time, so I decided to call my mom’s phone.
“Hi Rob”
- “Mom? You’re, alive?”
“Of course I am, what’s wrong?”
I hung up the phone. She was alive. I was so relieved she was still alive. I was able to calm down a little and started analyzing the situation again. She’s not dead. Was the picture photoshopped? It seems impossible even with today’s techniques. She was definitely dead on this picture.
I decided to visit /b/ before calling the cops on this. I felt numb, confused, totally exhausted and terrified for what was about to come. I didn’t know what to expect now, and you could say I saw the worst thing imaginable. But it wasn’t.
On /b/, there was a picture of me. In the same chair I was sitting at that moment. Same clothes. The only difference was that I was dead. No skin tan, no expression. Time of posting: 30 days from now, same time. When I F5’d, the site was gone.
This happened 13 days ago. Of course the police didn’t believe me and sent me home saying I shouldn’t waste their time with stupid pranks. I had no evidence. I should’ve thought about making printscreens. My mother thought I was going through a psychosis and extreme paranoia. I didn’t want to leave her side. She took care of me the past 13 days saying I should see a doctor and that all this wasn’t real. But I knew it was real. I nearly slept these days. I have done tons of thinking and I still KNOW this happened.
My mother went missing this morning.
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4chan/b/, maar dat is ook een van de weinige topics die wel goed zijn. Behalve dan die eindeloze herhalingen.
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