My GOD. Bitches, after reading about slenderman, I opened my bedroom door to go to the kitchen, and my godfather's there about to knock. He's like 6 feet tall and has really long limbs. I haven't screamed so loudly in my LIFE!
Happy Halloween.
There are tons of these monsters stories around.
I was going to post these horrible images, but I was scared too, so no.
EDIT: Regret, this is part of some really old creepypasta I found, I'm sure some of y'all must know about it. Won't post the full story, but here's the companion image of "Smile.jpg". The image is not scary, but it really gave me a jump or two.
Why doesn't "The Slender Man" scare me??? You ***** are such kitties
The videos aren't scary and neither is the image of him. But there's something about it psychologically that inflicts paranoia on you due to it. It's bizarre but very frightening nonetheless.
This is something that happened to me about 8 years back, when I still lived with my mother and my brother. I still won’t go to sleep at night without the curtains drawn!
One night, it was pretty late, I woke up kind of abrupt in my room without really knowing why. Outside my window there is a hedge, and on the other side of that a small path that leads to a playground further up our street. Well I woke up and sat up in my bed. When I looked around I saw a shadow of a person’s head on the wall opposite of my window. The streetlights on the path outside our hedge would light up this wall, so I would see the outlines of whatever was outside.
Being confused as I was I thought it may be my mother outside, so I turned on the lights and called for her. Whatever it was it had obviously disappeared when I turned on the lights, and when I looked out my window there was nothing. My mother came into my room and asked what was wrong, I told her what I had seen, and she tried to convince me that it had just been a dream.
I went back to sleep but the morning after I couldn’t quite forget, so I went outside to the back of our house where my window is. From our garden gate and all the way up to my window there were footprints on the ground, big ones from a man. There were several sets of prints, so whoever had been outside my window, had been there more than once. We were all really freaked out about this, but didn’t really know what to make of it.
Some weeks later, I had gotten up really early in the morning to finish some homework. I sat in our living room, all lights turned on, so I couldn’t see anything outside, as it was still dark. My mother got up a bit earlier than she normally would and she was in the kitchen. Suddenly I heard these really loud knocks on the window, and I went out there to find that she had just seen a man in our garden who was headed towards the gate. When she had knocked on the window he had started running, and she didn’t see his face. But he had probably been hiding behind some bushes outside the windows of the living room watching me, for how long I don’t know. I got so scared by this that I wouldn’t stay alone in the house anymore, and I was constantly checking that the windows and doors were locked.
The third time it happened I woke up because I heard noise from my mother’s bedroom. Her boyfriend was there and she sounded really upset. I ran in there and she told that she had woken up and seen a man just outside her window staring at her. She had seen his face this time. Her boyfriend went outside to look for him, and he saw the man running up the path outside our house. He went after him, and we just stood there waiting, maybe for about fifteen minutes before he came back. It was really scary. The man had been running really fast and my mother’s boyfriend had lost sight of him. That was the last time we saw him.
I really don’t know who he was or why he came to our house. I don’t even know if he kept coming after that, if we just didn’t find out about it. About a year later we found out that he had been coming to other houses in our neighborhood as well, and that the police had been contacted. But they never found him. It still freaks me about thinking about it, not knowing if he’s still around!
That reminds me of a story my teacher told me in 8th grade, that still freaks me out to this day. My teacher, her husband, and their daughter went on a weekend getaway at their friend's lakehouse. It's not near any major cities or towns so at night, the sky is really clear and the stars appeared brighter and more abundant that they do in the city. So one night, after dark, she was standing by a window, over-looking the lake. She was admiring the stars and moon, and their reflection on the surface of the lake. There were trees all around, but not so many that they were blocking any views. After looking out the window for several minutes, she noticed something strange. After realizing what she was looking at, she froze for a second, then let out a blood-curtling scream.
While she was looking out the window, she saw a man looking in at her... RIGHT on the other side of the window. But because it was dark, she didn't notice him for a couple minutes. How scary is that?!
I was going to post these horrible images, but I was scared too, so no.
EDIT: Regret, this is part of some really old creepypasta I found, I'm sure some of y'all must know about it. Won't post the full story, but here's the companion image of "Smile.jpg". The image is not scary, but it really gave me a jump or two.
A supposedly "haunted" image dating back to the beginnings of the internet, smile.jpg has a reputation for driving those who view it insane, making its victims view it in their mind's eye at every turn. While it has been discovered that these images in victims' minds are the result of epileptic seizures, there is no clear understanding of just WHY the image causes this. All of the victims who spoke up about their experiences however, have said that they are also visited by the dog-like creature in the image, named "smile.dog". When in these dreams, the only thing the victims can do is watch and listen as smile.dog tells them that the only respite to their torment is to "spread the word", and many of them recieve shortly thereafter a removable media via mail with no return address. Inside these media is said to be another copy or form of smile.dog, which the victim is encouraged to spread to others. It is not known whether or not these stories are true however, as both Snopes and Wikipedia have no articles regarding it, and any attempt to create one is summarily removed by the administrators of those sites.
Last night, I was going to sleep, and it was all good. Then, I remember some **** from creepypasta, and I scurred the **** out of myself for an hour while in bed.
My imagination runs wild a lot, and at one point, I said, "I better get to sleep", and I imagined some low, scary-ass voice saying, "I think you should, too" and I nearly screamed like mad.
Creepypasta will be the reason I develop insomnia.
A supposedly "haunted" image dating back to the beginnings of the internet, smile.jpg has a reputation for driving those who view it insane, making its victims view it in their mind's eye at every turn. While it has been discovered that these images in victims' minds are the result of epileptic seizures, there is no clear understanding of just WHY the image causes this. All of the victims who spoke up about their experiences however, have said that they are also visited by the dog-like creature in the image, named "smile.dog". When in these dreams, the only thing the victims can do is watch and listen as smile.dog tells them that the only respite to their torment is to "spread the word", and many of them recieve shortly thereafter a removable media via mail with no return address. Inside these media is said to be another copy or form of smile.dog, which the victim is encouraged to spread to others. It is not known whether or not these stories are true however, as both Snopes and Wikipedia have no articles regarding it, and any attempt to create one is summarily removed by the administrators of those sites.
I see why that crazy **** would drive them insane. The image gives me a weird feeling, and any creepypasta scares me, though most horror films and stuff have no effect.
I’m not sure if this is true but I heard this story of a woman:
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One night a women went out for drinks with her friends and at the end of the night she decided to drive home on her own. As the woman drove down a deserted highway, she noticed a lone pair of headlights quickly approaching her car from behind. When the car came closer she noticed that it was going to overtake her.
The car drew up beside her, but then the driver suddenly swerved back behind her car. She started getting nervous and kept an eye on the strange car in her rear view mirror. He pulled up dangerously close to her rear bumper and began flashing his high beams at her. The headlights dimmed for a moment, but then the high beams flashed again and the car behind her surged forward. The car followed her, very closely, and on tight curves, or over hills, he would flash his high beams on and off.
The frightened woman struggled to keep her eyes on the road and fought the urge to keep looking at the car behind her. Finally, she approached her exit but the car continued to follow, flashing the high beams again and again. She finally took out her mobile phone and dialed 911. When the operator answered, the woman screamed into the phone “A car is following me! He keeps tailgating, and blinking his lights at me!”
The woman gave her address, and in a few minutes she saw the red and blue lights of a police car in the distance. She breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled into her driveway, but suddenly the strange car pulled into the driveway behind her and began blinking its lights on and off like a maniac.
The police car screeched to a halt on the woman’s front lawn, and two police officers jumped out with their guns drawn. They pulled the man out of the strange car and forced him to lie face down on the lawn. Then they handcuffed him as he screamed,
“There’s someone in her car! There’s someone in her car!”
Just then, the woman’s car door opened and a man wearing a trench coat disappeared into the darkness. The woman screamed. On his way out, he had dropped a 12in butcher knife. The police searched her back seat and found duct tape, a blindfold, and a pair of handcuffs lying there.
When the police released the man from the strange car, he explained that, as he pulled up behind her car and his headlights lit up her back seat, he had seen a man with a butcher knife rising up behind her. Just as the madman was about to stab her, he flashed his high beams and the figure crouched back down.
“I flashed my high beams every time I saw him raise the knife!” he said.
Ever since I heard this story and my car doesn't lock, I haven't been able to get in my car at night without checking the backseat. I couldn't imagine the feeling of look at your rear view mirror and seeing a face looking back at you.
“The Midnight Game” is an old pagan ritual used mainly as punishment for those who have broken the laws of the pagan religion in question. While it is mainly used as a scare tactic to not disobey the gods, there is still a very real chance of death to those who play the Midnight Game and there is an even higher chance of permanent mental scarring. It is highly recommended that you DO NOT PLAY THE MIDNIGHT GAME.
For those few thrill seekers searching for a rush or for those delving into obscure occult rituals, these are the simple instructions on how to play. Do so at your own risk.
INSTRUCTIONS
PREREQUISITES: It must be exactly 12:00 AM when you begin performing the ritual, otherwise it will not work. The materials that are required include a candle, a wooden door, at least one drop of your own blood, a piece of paper, matches or a lighter, and salt. If you are playing with multiple people, they will all need their own of the aforementioned materials and will have to perform the steps below separately.
STEP ONE: Write your full name (first, middle, and last) on a piece of paper and put at least one drop of blood on the paper. Allow it to soak in.
STEP TWO: Turn off all the lights in the house. Go to your front door, which must be wooden, and place the paper with your name in front of it. Now, take the candle and light it. Place the candle on top of the paper with your name.
STEP THREE: Knock on your own door 22 times (The hour MUST be 12:00 AM upon the final knock), then open the door, blow out the candle, and close the door. You have just allowed the “Midnight Man” into your home.
STEP FOUR: Immediately relight your candle.
This is where the game begins. You must now lurk around your now completely dark house with the lit candle in hand. Your goal is to avoid the Midnight Man at all costs until exactly 3:33 AM. Should your candle ever go out, it is because the Midnight Man is near you. You must relight the candle within the next ten seconds. If you are unsuccessful in relighting the candle, you must then immediately surround yourself with a circle of salt.
If you are unsuccessful in both of these, the Midnight Man will then induce a hallucination of your greatest fear until 3:33 AM. If you are successful in relighting the candle, then you may proceed. If you are successful in creating the circle of salt, you must remain within the circle until 3:33 AM. You must continue until 3:33 AM without being attacked by the Midnight Man or being trapped within the circle of salt to win the Midnight Game. The Midnight Man will then leave at 3:33 AM and you will be safe to proceed with your morning.
Staying in one spot the entire game will only result in the Midnight Man finding you. It is HIGHLY advised that you continue moving throughout the game.
DO NOT turn on any lights during the Midnight Game.
DO NOT use a flashlight during the Midnight Game.
DO NOT go to sleep during the Midnight Game.
DO NOT use another person’s blood on your name.
DO NOT use a lighter to substitute for a candle. It will not work.
AND DEFINITELY DO NOT attempt to provoke the Midnight Man in ANY WAY.
I’m not sure if this is true but I heard this story of a woman:
Ever since I heard this story and my car doesn't lock, I haven't been able to get in my car at night without checking the backseat. I couldn't imagine the feeling of look at your rear view mirror and seeing a face looking back at you.
I read that quite a while ago. Classic urban legend. I debate to sit in front or back nowadays.
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Saw Smile.jpg. I'm about to go to bed. If I see some smiling dog in my dreams, I blame Xenen.
A supposedly "haunted" image dating back to the beginnings of the internet, smile.jpg has a reputation for driving those who view it insane, making its victims view it in their mind's eye at every turn. While it has been discovered that these images in victims' minds are the result of epileptic seizures, there is no clear understanding of just WHY the image causes this. All of the victims who spoke up about their experiences however, have said that they are also visited by the dog-like creature in the image, named "smile.dog". When in these dreams, the only thing the victims can do is watch and listen as smile.dog tells them that the only respite to their torment is to "spread the word", and many of them recieve shortly thereafter a removable media via mail with no return address. Inside these media is said to be another copy or form of smile.dog, which the victim is encouraged to spread to others. It is not known whether or not these stories are true however, as both Snopes and Wikipedia have no articles regarding it, and any attempt to create one is summarily removed by the administrators of those sites.