Scary Stories, Urban Legends & Creepypasta

• Zeo wrote on 2012-05-10 19:28
  Ever read creepypasta? Hear a crazy urban legend that made you think twice? Told a scary story you just had to re-listen to?
  
  Do tell.
  
  There are thousands of creepy, twisted thoughts spiraling through people's minds. And as humans, we just love to scare ourselves, don't we? So share your favorites here.
  
  They can be a story from a friend, an urban legend you can't even remember who told you, a creepy tale you read in a book, etc, etc. Just give it to us, the MabiNation.
• Xemnas wrote on 2012-05-10 20:39
  Hundreds of years ago there was a man who some saw as a king, and others a heretic. One day the man was captured by those who feared his power and control over similar minded people, they were to place him on a rope attached to a wooden frame until the life was removed from his body via closure of the airway and suffocation, or a very severe neck fracture.
  But before they placed him to his untimely demise on this device, he had few words left for the masses who had gathered for the occasion. The man stated very simply, and without emotion, "I am going to be executed at this particular moment and have no more need for any material wealth, so for those who are sufficently prepared you may or may not take my possesions, depending on if you can find it as it is located in a very conveniently named location which people will certainly not misinterpret due to it's simplicity."
  
  Soon after the grotesque display of supposed heretic being executed in a primitive fashion, men who desired the accumulated materials and reputation he had obtained while still notorious around the general area of the known world, despite knowing the location of said desires was in fact very difficult to obtain without the knowledge of the man himself set out to find the aforementioned objects of questionable content.
• Blassreiter wrote on 2012-05-10 21:21
  Surrender Man
  
  I remember reading something about a weird cave and the creepy part was that I was dreaming about a cave that night.
  
  But perhaps the most eerie thing I've ever seen was what I think I have seen ghosts. I was like seven years old so I wasn't really sure but I was certain that I saw something translucent at the room across mine, and also my parka was hung on a wall on its hood but I saw it disappear and reappear a couple of times but it didn't fall or move at all other than that. Nonetheless there's no way to tell if I was hallucinating or if that was even real.
• Zeo wrote on 2012-05-10 23:22
  The Clown Statue
  
  A teen female was babysitting for a wealthy family with a very large house, location - Newport Beach, California.
  
  The parents planned on dinner out and a late movie. Wanting to ease the babysitter's concerns about being in such a large house, the father directs that the babysitter use a certain TV room after putting the kids to bed, so she can hear the kids easily should they awaken before the parents' return.
  
  After the parents leave, the babysitter visits with the children, and they all share a nice supper that was prepared ahead of time by the kids' mother. Afterward, the babysitter spends time with the kids doing various activities before their bedtime. Nothing is amiss and all are having a pretty good time and enjoying each other.
  
  After the babysitter puts the kids to bed, she goes downstairs to the room mentioned by the father of the household. She understands that this is the best room to be in so that she can hear the children should they stir in their sleep and need her to come and comfort them, but she is bothered by the clown statue in the corner of the room. To her, it is very unnerving!
  
  She tries to ignore the clown statue and watches a little television, but finally, her nerves get the better of her and she dials the father's cell number. She knows she shouldn't disturb the couple she is babysitting for, but under the circumstance, she felt it best to phone and ask permission to go against the prior directions to stay in the father's room of choice. Perhaps he would be able to suggest a similarly convenient place in the home for listening for noise from the children. Of course, she also wouldn't want to get in trouble for directly disobeying, either.
  
  When the father answers his cell phone, the babysitter asks, "Would it be alright with you if I find a different place in the house to sit - or if I go read quietly with the little lamp in one of the kids' rooms while I wait for you to get home?"
  
  When the father asks if it might not be better for her to just read from the TV room, she admits, "I know this sounds very silly, but I'd rather read upstairs and don't mind not watching TV until you get home because this big clown statue in the TV room is really creepy!"
  
  Immediately, the father says, "Go upstairs, get the kids - quickly - " and he outlines a quick route through the large house to the back door. "Go directly to the neighbor's house - phone me once you're there - go do this now!"
  
  Alarmed, the babysitter asks, "Wow, what's going on?" The father just repeats, "Go now, follow my instructions exactly - go!"
  
  The babysitter does exactly as instructed, and once she gets the kids to the neighbor's house, she calls the father back.
  
  "What was all that about" the babysitter asked.
  
  "We do not own any kind of clown statue!" the father replied. "I have already phoned the police and they are on their way over to the house...you stay put with the kids - we are on our way to meet you at the neighbors."
• Kaino wrote on 2012-05-10 23:35
  The Shivering Child
  
  There's sort of an old urban legend in my town involving a girl named Rosetta Leblanc, apparently in nineteen eighty-two the said girl in question was walking home from Saint Peter's Catholic school when she was kidnapped by a mysterious man. Mr and Mrs. Leblanc sent out a search team to find their little nine year old daughter, sadly no one found her during the two month wide search...that is until about a month and a half after her parents had given up hope.
  A young Virginia couple was passing through the state on a trip down to Florida when they ran into a large thunderstorm, the road was so blanketed with rain that they drove at a steady twenty miles per hour on a fifty per hour freeway-thanks to their caution they were able to spot a young little blonde child on the side of the road. The couple stopped and proceeded to bring the girl inside the car, as they started to ask if she was okay the adult male noticed that said little child would not stop shivering.
  She responded with, "There's a man hurt in the woods, he needs help mister...", the little girl then fainted as her statement ended-the next day a police officer went out to investigate the area and came across a old run down shack from the war; probably used to house those who didn't want to go to war. The shack was layered with blood, bones, and the decomposing corpse of the man who had kidnapped poor little Rosetta Leblanc; it was later identified that the person who had taken the child was her gym teacher Alexander Forest. What baffled officers what that Alexander had claw marks, scrapes, and other sort of grotesque lacerations all across his body; the investigator behind this case made an appointment to go see Rosetta at the hospital but later found out that she had somehow just vanished from McCarthy General Hospital. Upon further investigation the officers checked the cabin once more to find a tape recorded buried underneath a couple of mattresses inside, what horrified the officers was a bone chilling record of events. Slashes, screams, violent roars could be heard from the tape as the sound of Mr. Alexander Forest begged out in horror; "Please! Please don't hurt me! I-I didn't mean to touch you honestly, I-Ah!..." Then tape stopped...but not before the sound of a small child giggling in joy as the sound of squishing could be heard, as if someone was playing with a pile of wet noodles...or something worse.
• Gintoki wrote on 2012-05-11 07:10
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• Invalid wrote on 2012-05-11 13:09

  Quote from That Guy;860598:

  Hundreds of years ago there was a man who some saw as a king, and others a heretic. One day the man was captured by those who feared his power and control over similar minded people, they were to place him on a rope attached to a wooden frame until the life was removed from his body via closure of the airway and suffocation, or a very severe neck fracture.
  But before they placed him to his untimely demise on this device, he had few words left for the masses who had gathered for the occasion. The man stated very simply, and without emotion, "I am going to be executed at this particular moment and have no more need for any material wealth, so for those who are sufficently prepared you may or may not take my possesions, depending on if you can find it as it is located in a very conveniently named location which people will certainly not misinterpret due to it's simplicity."
  
  Soon after the grotesque display of supposed heretic being executed in a primitive fashion, men who desired the accumulated materials and reputation he had obtained while still notorious around the general area of the known world, despite knowing the location of said desires was in fact very difficult to obtain without the knowledge of the man himself set out to find the aforementioned objects of questionable content.

  
  
  AND THEY SAILED OUT TO FIND ONE PIECE
  
  
  

  Quote from Zeo;860744:

  The Clown Statue
  
  A teen female was babysitting for a wealthy family with a very large house, location - Newport Beach, California.
  
  The parents planned on dinner out and a late movie. Wanting to ease the babysitter's concerns about being in such a large house, the father directs that the babysitter use a certain TV room after putting the kids to bed, so she can hear the kids easily should they awaken before the parents' return.
  
  After the parents leave, the babysitter visits with the children, and they all share a nice supper that was prepared ahead of time by the kids' mother. Afterward, the babysitter spends time with the kids doing various activities before their bedtime. Nothing is amiss and all are having a pretty good time and enjoying each other.
  
  After the babysitter puts the kids to bed, she goes downstairs to the room mentioned by the father of the household. She understands that this is the best room to be in so that she can hear the children should they stir in their sleep and need her to come and comfort them, but she is bothered by the clown statue in the corner of the room. To her, it is very unnerving!
  
  She tries to ignore the clown statue and watches a little television, but finally, her nerves get the better of her and she dials the father's cell number. She knows she shouldn't disturb the couple she is babysitting for, but under the circumstance, she felt it best to phone and ask permission to go against the prior directions to stay in the father's room of choice. Perhaps he would be able to suggest a similarly convenient place in the home for listening for noise from the children. Of course, she also wouldn't want to get in trouble for directly disobeying, either.
  
  When the father answers his cell phone, the babysitter asks, "Would it be alright with you if I find a different place in the house to sit - or if I go read quietly with the little lamp in one of the kids' rooms while I wait for you to get home?"
  
  When the father asks if it might not be better for her to just read from the TV room, she admits, "I know this sounds very silly, but I'd rather read upstairs and don't mind not watching TV until you get home because this big clown statue in the TV room is really creepy!"
  
  Immediately, the father says, "Go upstairs, get the kids - quickly - " and he outlines a quick route through the large house to the back door. "Go directly to the neighbor's house - phone me once you're there - go do this now!"
  
  Alarmed, the babysitter asks, "Wow, what's going on?" The father just repeats, "Go now, follow my instructions exactly - go!"
  
  The babysitter does exactly as instructed, and once she gets the kids to the neighbor's house, she calls the father back.
  
  "What was all that about" the babysitter asked.
  
  "We do not own any kind of clown statue!" the father replied. "I have already phoned the police and they are on their way over to the house...you stay put with the kids - we are on our way to meet you at the neighbors."

  
  
  Must be a nicer version of the Angel Statue.
  Same exact story line, except when the baby sister goes up to get the kids, they're dead.
  
  I also modified the story after retelling it about 150 times to where the kids are missing and the babysitter finds them chopped up in the closet.
  
  
  Also for a story of my own-
  
  A 16 year old teenage girl was sleeping alone because her parents were out of town for the weekend.
  Around 2 A.M. she woke up because of a thunderstorm.
  
  Feeling frightened, she reached down under her bed to feel around for her 4 months old puppy.
  The puppy licked her fingers, and feeling reassured, she almost drifted off to sleep.
  Before sleep could fully take her over, she heard dripping from her bathroom. It sounded like water was dripping from the faucet, so she decided to ignore it.
  
  She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come, but even through the thunderstorm, the dripping noise was very loud.
  Frightened once again, she reached down under her bed to give her puppy a little pat. The puppy licked her fingers again, and she felt safe.
  She turned over in bed and stuffed her face into her pillow, trying to block out the dripping noise.
  After about 30 minutes, she decided she couldn't take any more of it and decided to be brave and check out her bathroom.
  
  When she got into her bathroom, she stepped on a puddle of what felt like water.
  She flipped on the light switch and cried in terror.
  Her 4 month old puppy was nailed to the mirror and next to it was a message that said
  "Humans can lick too"
• Sayoko wrote on 2012-05-11 14:24
  Omg I love creepypastas.
  
  

  It was late April and I was just drawing on my computer then it hit me. I was getting a new game! I forgot about it and I was just about finishing my new Oc, Night the umbreon. As my mom walked in the front door after her long shift at work, I saved the picture I was working on and greeted her. With a smile, she pulled a carefully wrapped gift out of her purse. Knowing the shape, I ripped it open and saw a brand new Pokemon Diamond game. I yelped a quick thank you as I ran upstairs to grab my DSi and waste my day away picking the perfect team.
  
  
  
  As soon as I flicked the power switch, something felt off to me, but I shrugged it off. It was still wrapped in the cellophane when I got it, so it couldn’t have been tampered with, right?
  
  I picked Piplup as my starter and trained some of the basic pokemon on the way to the first gym. After hours of playing, I had beaten two gym leaders and had a carefully trained team consisting of Prinplup, Staravia, Luxio, and Rosalia. As I was in Hearthome city I decided I really wanted an eevee. I then quickly ran downstairs to check to see if Eevee was available in Diamond on Bulbapedia.
  
  I was disappointed, muttering to myself, but I went to the NPC Bebe’s house any way. I talked to her, and all she said was
  
  “…. Take it.” Confused, I pressed A. “Congratulations, you got an EEVEE!”
  
  The sound muffled for a few seconds, then let out a distorted eevee cry. I thought to myself how it sounded almost tortured.
  
  Then it hit me. Wait, I thought I couldn’t get an eevee! I pressed start immediately and checked the eevee’s stats. It’s name was NIGHT, in all capitals, and it had red dripping from her paws.
  
  “What is going on with this game?” I said quietly to myself, sitting upright in my bed. The nature was bloodthirsty. What the hell? Did that even exist? Shaking my head thinking that Bulbapedia was trolling, I pressed A again and found myself outside of Bebe’s house. I walked back inside and noticed her face was completely blacked out except for drips of red. I walked up to her, pressed A, and an animation started like I had started a battle with her, except it was only her, hyperdetailed, with bloody eyes. In the textbox all it said was “…leave…”. I quickly pressed A again and I was outside Bebe’s door again.
  
  In the tall grass I decided to train NIGHT, thinking it would get my mind off of Bebe’s bloody blackened out face. NIGHT’s level was 50, and had amazing moves that surely eevees couldn’t even learn. I decided to go to the gym just to see what NIGHT was really capable of. Right before I went inside the gym, the game had stopped me. I had thought my rival would come barreling through asking me for a battle to see if I was good enough for the gym leader, but instead all I got was a textbox saying “REMEMBER ME?”
  
  Pressing A, my eevee was now outside the ball, a little sprite beside mine.
  “Huh, I thought you could only do that in Soul Silver or Heart Gold?” I said to myself. NIGHT then pushed my sprite into the gym and all the way to the gym leader, but didn’t trigger a gym battle. Daring a glance away from my screen, I noticed it was way past midnight. I saved, turned off my DSi, and tried to fight away the impending nightmares as I drifted off to sleep.
  
  The next morning, I woke up to see that my DSi was on my bed and still switched on. Confused, I decided to play it. When I opened the DSi up, it showed that I was in the gym leader battle, but something looked strange. She had blood on her. “What the hell?” I whispered.
  
  A textbox popped up. “This, this is MY future for the world.” I pressed A. “Your future.” I glanced at my alarm clock and it was only seven in the morning. I was terrified, even though I’m not easily spooked in the daylight, but I kept playing, it felt like I HAD to. A sprite popped up, and it was NIGHT, but she wasn’t an eevee anymore. NIGHT the umbreon, instead of facing the gym leader, was facing my sprite. I almost yelped “You evolved!” after the initial shock.
  
  It brought me back to overworld in the gym and my sprite facing the gym leader. I checked NIGHT’s stats again, and it looked exactly like my character! She had red rings and a black bandana with a crimson red ‘N’ on it.
  “Oh…”
  
  Then I saw the type had changed to “TYPE 1: DEAD”. Another text box came up immediately saying “You created me and turned me into this MONSTER___+”
  
  “Well yes I created you, but I didn’t make you a monster!” As I thought the words, my sprite was saying it to NIGHT the umbreon in the game.
  
  I pressed A, and NIGHT and I were engaged in a battle. However, my sprite didn’t throw a pokeball, it was just her standing alone. I checked my pokemon, and instead of “FAINT”, all of them were listed as “DEAD”.
  
  I pressed B, and the textbox read “NIGHT wants to kill you!”
  “Oh my god!” I yelled. My mom came rushing into my room with a panicked look on her face. “Look at this game!” I shouted. “It’s demonic! It’s glitched!” She took the game from my hands, where she looked at it perplexed.
  “Bri, you know I know nothing about these games, but it looks fine.” She handed the game back to me and left.
  
  I looked back at the screen and my sprite’s HP was at 13, in the red. She was missing an arm and blood was dripping everywhere. Why don’t pokemon look like this after a battle? I wondered, then had an idea. “Why are you doing this?” I whispered into the mic, which translated into the game with my sprite saying it to NIGHT.
  
  “NIGHT used Curse!” the game replied, and the animation was terrifying. It flashed black and red for a few seconds then showed images of my sprite being tortured by a ghastly. My sprite’s HP was now down to one, almost dead. It was my turn and the move set was just “STRUGGLE”.
  
  I whispered into the mic again. “Help me.”
  Instead of having the textbox read what I had said, it read back to me “Silver used Struggle! It had no effect.” I pressed A.
  
  “NIGHT used DIE! It was super effective!” it then showed a hyper realistic image of my sprite panting, bleeding, and pleading with NIGHT, with a knife slashed across her neck not two seconds later.
  
  My sprite fell back, eyes dead. It went immediately back to the overworld with my sprite looking butchered. There was blood everywhere with an umbreon sprite sitting right next to her. I could have sworn there was a hint of a smile on the umbreon’s face. After ten seconds of me just staring at the screen, contemplating how this happened, a text box popped up.
  
  “You’re next…”

• Zeo wrote on 2012-05-13 05:07
  The Void

  
  
  Rumor has it that every Halloween during the hours of 2am and 5am, there exists a void. You must stand in front of a mirror in a pitch black room with your gaze fixated on the mirror. If you remain in the room when the moment arrives, you will feel a chill seize your body. Place your right hand on the mirror and whisper “I accept.” If done correctly, in the mirror, there will be a faint image of an infant with no flesh and pitch black eyes. He will stare directly into your soul and you will hear the buzzing of flies and nervous whispering.
  
  You will not be able to make out the image in the mirror, but you will be filled with unspeakable terror. The infant will ask you five questions about events that have occurred within your life. His voice will sound like the rubbing of sandpaper and will be devoid of all human emotion. For each question that you answer incorrectly, one of your five senses will be consumed and lost to you forever. For each question that is answered correctly, you will be able to recite the name of someone you know.
  
  That person will be found dead the next morning with their flesh removed and their eyes missing.
  
  
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