So i was in this hotel...

I’ve been lying down for hours now. It’s 5:35AM and there’s not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I’m in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can’t help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There’s the strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear.Here’s the thing. The second I make any hint that I’m not asleep anymore, I’m completely fucked. I will die and there’s nobody around to save me. I’ve been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside the front door and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It’s risky, but if I stay here, I’ll surely die. He’s waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.You’re probably wondering what’s going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could’ve gotten myself killed right then from my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.But I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. It then started rubbing its hands upon the walls, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil’s pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness.It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.The scariest thing is now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don’t want to look at it, because it’s terrifying to think about. But I feel I need to see, before I’m killed.I peek at the creature’s masterpiece.“I know you’re awake.”
 
MOMMY!!!
THERES A MOTHERFUCKING MONSTER UNDER MY BED AND IT JUST KILLED YOU AND DAD AND I KNOWS I'M AWAKE.

thats why i keep a hunting knife strapped to my leg while I sleep.
 
FUCK THIS THREAD IT SCARES ME. ITS LATE AND DARK AND IM SCARED AS SHIT. ESPECIALLY THE ONE WITH THE PIC OF THE OLD LADY FACE SKETCH
 
ok this one is actullay real..

Pne time i was in his room and a heard this weird noise and i pooped myself the end.
 
The digital clock humming quietly on my nightstand was the only sound my ears could pick up from my surroundings. The night was dead quiet. I know he was there. Right on schedule, he would be standing outside my window. He would knock. I, for reasons I wish I could explain, would open the blinds. He would stare at me, and I would stare at him. He would leave soon after, and I would stay awake until the sun began to rise. This was our routine. My mind was wandering a thousand miles away when he first knocked, though my eyes stayed lingering on the window. I told myself I wouldn't open the blinds. I told myself that tonight he wouldn't scare me and that I would get the rest I desperately needed. He knocked twice more. I held a pillow over my head and began humming an old song I used to sing in elementary school. He knocked again, and this time, he had done it a lot less courteously than he had in the past. It had become a loud thumping noise.I threw the pillow off my head and opened the blinds. His pale, wrinkly face leered in at me. His lifeless, black eyes that shone despite their darkness peered into my own. His stringy hair fluttered a little in the wind. He seemed to be breathing somewhat harshly, and though it was hard to determine his mood as anything other than emotionless, I could sense an amount of animousity I had never felt before.After what seemed like hours, he turned around and was on his way. I faced the ceiling and wept. This had been going on for more than a month. I had tried to talk to others about it, but I could never finish my sentences. They'd degrade into quiet mumblings and whispers. I was so tired, and I had even begun to wonder if I was losing my mind. I had tried sleeping pills but even they couldn't help me to sleep though the night. The weirdest part is that I always woke up abou five minutes before he knocked. I knew, instictively, that he would be there. I was so tired. The next night, I told myself that under no circumstances would I look out the window, I didn't care if he was on the verge of breaking the glass, I would not give him what he wanted. I would not feed him. He'd have to find someone else to terrify. He'd have to leave me alone.I woke up, and I instantly knew what was going to happen. It's funny, I was anticipating his knocks, and yet I still jumped a little when I finally heard him. I lay in my bed quietly, as if I hadn't heard anything. He knocked again, and I hid under the pillow once more. He knocked again, even louder than he had the night before. I whimpered, but remained under the pillow. He knocked twice more. After that, things got quiet. I no longer had the feeling I was being watched. I pulled my head out from under my pillow and slowly looked out the window.Nothing. Just my backyard.I laughed. I laughed so hard that little tears began to slip out of my eyes. He was somebody else's problem now. I looked at the clock, noticed that I had only been awake for about fifteen minutes, and turned over to go back to sleep. I had just gotten to that area where dreams mingle with reality when I heard the distant click of a door. My backdoor. Someone had just entered into my house from the outside. Something from my backyard. I knew it was him. I listened quietly as his footsteps made their way from my kitchen, to my dining room, to the short hallway outside of my bedroom. He was walking slowly, patiently, and was not attempting to hide his presence at all.He knocked on my door and I almost vomited. I wanted to do something, anything. I was paralyzed with fear. He knocked again. Trembling, I pulled the pillow back over my head. All that could be heard was the sound of weeping, knocking, and a digital clock humming quietly to itself.I was so tired.
 
I used to spend some time lurking /x/ on 4chan.. So I've just been googling the better stories that I can remember. You can find these kinds of stories on most creepypasta websites, except you'll have to sift through some bad ones too..
 
threads. read every story in here (including the terrible waste of time cave one) and now have to watch south park or something before i go to sleep haha
 
Fuck im in my room on the first floor and keep thinking i see something through my blinds. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU ill never sleep
 
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Go to any mirror and put your hand against the glass. Don’t worry, nothing will grab you. Wait. Sometimes it takes half a day, sometimes it takes a moment. But you’ll yank your hand away when you feel it.

Worms or centipedes, who knows? All pressed in tight like there’s no more room on that side, wriggling against your skin. When you pull back, the glass is the same and you’ll be unharmed.

But now you know it’s there.
 
I work in an old mill, built in the mid 1800s for a booming textile town on a railroad. Eventually the mill shut down, was sold and chopped up but all the buildings are still here, many filled up by shops and such but most are empty and have wierd shit like wells, old elevator shafts that go into the ground, etc... We used to break in as kids and run all over the place- through the underground tunnels, play football on the roof, etc. HUGE place, really old and creepy too. I work a lot of hours and many times I'll be the only person in the mills when I leave, which had never been a big deal before.

I'l take pictures tomorrow, but there are a huge row of buildings on the backside of the place that I know for a fact there are only four businesses in. One night in the fall after I was working late, I'm driving out the back way so I can burn a bowl and I see one of the overheads in an unused back building open with a light on. I'm like "wow someone else is here? It's like 9:30, that's wierd" So while I'm driving MAD SLOW by the overhead I look in to see whats up. Very dark large room, but only one little dim light near the door hanging from the ceiling so you couldn't see shit, so I just stopped.

Now we have a homeless problem in the mills, so I call out to Louie the maintainance guy, who I figure has got the door open and the light on- or a bum that broke in and who will run. Nothing. I yell out again, leaning out the window a bit and trying to peer into the dark. I can't see SHIT. So reach into my backseat for my maglite to see if I can shine the light and see a bum or something that shouldn't be there. When I turn around to look back out the car window I nearly shit my pants- Someone was standing right under the light staring at me, the light slightly behind him so his shadow totally blocked his face and his whole front- just a silhouette of a huge dude with a cap on. I fuckin half freaked, it was nobody I've ever seen but he looked like he was there working or something. He never moved, he just stood there for a second and stared at me while I shit my pants staring back at him not saying anything. Then I dropped my bowl which scared the shit out of me again, making me look down when it tumbled down my console. When I Iooked back up, there was nobody there. Now I'm really freaked. I click on the flashlight and point it into the door- just a bunch of rusty, dusty antiqueish industrial shit piled up covered in cobwebs. Nothing. I just kind of held the flashlight up and kept watching for a second, listening for anything. BANG! I hear what sounded like a hammer strike on metal come from inside, still no lights no movement and no shadowy dude so I'm like whaaaaaat???... SO I listen more. BANG! I hear it again, like 15 seconds later. Now I'm riveted, like wtf is going on. BANG! sooner than last time- now I'm thinking holy shit I should get out of here it's speeding up. BANG! again, but sooner. Ok, I think. Now is a good time to go. Kind of scared to stop watching the door with the flashlight, I start to roll again while I'm shining it in the door. As I'm moving away I can hear it getting faster and louder, faster and louder, and as soon as I click the flashlight off, the light in the room went out. I shit myself and gassed it, but when I looked in my rearview I SWEAR THERE WAS THE BLACK SILOUETTE SOMEONE IN MY BACKSEAT. I literally screamed and jumped to turn around- nobody there. I think I smoked ten bowls on the way home, I've never been so scared/freaked out in my damn life and didn't drive down the backside of the mills for a long time. I'm sitting at work alone freaking myself out right now just thinking about it. Shit guys, wish me luck on the way out!

 
Shit, I still have work to do but I'm callin it quits- out of here... Probably shouldn't have told that story on a late night...
 
Shit, I still have work to do but I'm callin it quits- out of here... Probably shouldn't have told that story on a late night...
 
I'm a welder, machinist and I manage the shop I work at. I get stuck working late for production deadlines or sometimes computer work. That's the only time I really had something scary happen, besides just getting freaked out in a tunnel as a kid with friends anyways.
I'll take some pics tomorrow, you guys will love how creepy this place is. I think slenderman has a condo here somewhere.
 
I think my copypasting was breaking the thread for some reason..
I'll be back with a story later tonight perhaps..
 
When my brother and I were younger, (he was 13, I was 14) we lived in Colorado. There was a huge park that was a few blocks away from our house. This park had everything, a stream, marsh areas, grassy areas, a ball park, and play ground. It was a great place to go and hang out.

As you know, all neighborhoods have to have their "haunted house". Ours was no different. On the edge of the park was a house that had not been lived in for many years. The doors and windows were mostly boarded up and most everything inside was gone or smashed. The house was a great place to play . . . during the daytime. The house had three floors. On the third floor was a small back room with an old beat-up wardrobe in the corner. I liked that room because in the afternoon the sun came through the little window and it was just nice. We kept an old broom in that room. It was one of those brooms that looked like a Harry Potter broom so we called it, The Witch's Broom.

Well you guessed it. One night my brother had his best friend Jeff, spend the night. His friend knew about the house and in a twisted minded mood, dared my brother to go into the house at midnight and get the Witch's Broom. Of course, being my brother, he agreed . . . idiot!

We waited until just before midnight and crept out the back window of our house. *Disclaimer, we don't promote sneaking out at night! But then our window was only a foot off the ground . . . what were we to do I ask you?

Now, you know how at night everything is quieter, clearer? You can hear every little noise, theold newspaper blowing down the road in the wind. The moon was, of course, mostly full with finger-like clouds passing in front. When we reached the house, it looked three times the size it looked in the light. Right out of a movie.

Jeff and I let my brother use a heavy-duty flashlight, but that was all he could take with him. And he had to go get the broom so we'd know he didn't just step in the door, wait there and come out . . . he had to go all the way in! He started up the back stairs to the hole in the door, turned once and looked at us, then disappeared.

Now I will have to tell you the rest from his side of the story. I don't know if you will believe it, but I do because of the wet spot on his jeans . . .

The kitchen was the first room that he entered from the hole in the door. He shone the beam around, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. So he continued on into the main hall to the stairway. Slowly he started to climb, listening to every noise, waiting for one of us to do something to scare him. We were backed away from the house, just as scared as he was. As he reached about midway up the stairs, he heard a THUMP behind him. Whirling around, he flashed the light all around . . . nothing. Again, he started up, and just before he reached the top, he heard a THUMP . . . THUMP again. Expecting one of us to jump out, he turned and stared into what he said was the scariest thing he had ever seen. There at the bottom of the stairs was a coffin floating about three feet off the ground.

Now like I said, you may not believe this, but that is probably one of the times he lost it. Wouldn't you have?

The shiny black coffin started to float up the stairs toward my brother. In one motion, he turned and ran up the rest of the way and down the hall. Pausing as the foot of the next flight of stairs, he turned, not quite believing what he thought he saw. One second later, the coffin reached the top and slowly turned the corner. My brother shrieked and ran up the next flight of stairs and to the back room. He slammed the door shut and threw what ever was in the room in front of the door, dropping his flashlight in the process. Then, he turned and jumped into the wardrobe and shut the door. Crouching in the corner, he watched through the cracks in the wardrobe door. Because the flashlight landed facing up, the beam lit up the room. As he watched, the door to the room started to vibrate slow at first, then faster and faster till the whole door and everything in front flew into all different parts of the room!

Slowly, the coffin glided in, passing right over the beam of the flashlight. My brother could see the black wood glisten and the silver trimmings shine as the light flashed off them. The coffin paused right in front of the wardrobe door. My brother's hand flew and he searched his pockets for something, anything to save him. He found his pocket knife and crouched waiting. The door of the wardrobe started to tremble like the other door, faster and faster, till it blew up in thousands of particles. The coffin slowly stood on its edge. My brother threw his knife! STUCK, right dead center. Nothing. The coffin's door started to open. He searched his other pockets, a stub of a pencil. He threw it, of course, nothing. Then the coffin's door was wide open, he could see the white satin and lace trimmings inside. There, in his coat pocket was a small box. He took it out and closing his eyes held it like a shield in front of him, flashing it to the coffin . . . . . . . . .

The coffin literally shrieked and fell to the floor in a pile of dust and lace. My brother said he just stared, shocked, thinking they always come back, in the movies they always come back! Then he looked at the box in his hand . . .

"Mentholated cough drop, stops the coughing every time."
 
It's early morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow.
Hours pass. The sun rises.

The phone is ringing.

When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning.
You slide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as you stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice.

Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six new messages. Message one. The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next.

Screaming.

You spin around, thinking that she's standing right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. You stand there, horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh.

The phone beeps again. You're shaking.

Message two.
 
Ah the classic. This one is as old as the hills. I always remembered it as the dogs head hanging off the door handle when she turned around to leave the bathroom.
 
The great geniuses throughout history had one startling thing in common, they all went through a day where everything clicked, everything seemed to make sense, and everything they did from that day on was perfect. This is a very rare phenomenon, but cherish it if it happens to you.

There is an opposite side to this coin, however, where one will have a day that is so devoid of feeling, so depraved, that every day from that point on they will be slowly deteriorating into a physical manifestation of pure insanity. If you start to have one of these days, kill yourself immediately, for after 24 hours you won’t be able to die. You’ll just roam the world getting worse and worse…
 
It has been reported that some victims of rape, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not WAKE UP. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren’t being raped. The only way that they realized they needed to WAKE UP was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to WAKE UP. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and PLEASE WAKE UP
 
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