☠✖ THE original Gaia Creepypasta thread ✖☠

[puddingdear101]

Welcome, fellow creepy pasta lovers!

Planning on sleeping anytime soon?~


Creepy pasta has been going on for a while, and boy, do we want to keep it that way! everyone loves being scared once in a while, but most people just pop in a stupid horror film and call it a night. Creepy pasta is an online collection of the most creepy stories that float around the internet, scaring people pants less. Don't laugh at the funny name, please. Now, Myself, puddingdear101, is quite sad about the unpopularity of these pastas. Of course, they have readers, but not enough! The pasta's must do their job, and the talented to-be-authors our ages need credit! Gaiaonline needs to have more creepy subjects in the topics. And I am trying my best to scare people pantsless.

Personally, I am the most cowardly person in my family. I love creepypasta, but I am the one who gets the most scared by it. Now, I know all pasta's are a work of fiction, but they still creep you out. It makes your mind wonder, "is that true?" It gives you goosebumps and sometimes, (I hate this) you read a pasta that isn't scary to begin with, but the MORE you think, the MORE scary it gets. Thats the scary part. Its much more frightening to be afraid of something you can't see, floating around online. By the way. this thread is NOT FOR THE FAINTHEARTED. please. if you get freaked out, then just shut down your computer and sit down to a funny book and some chocolate milk. ok? nobody's forcing anyone to read this.

Oh~ I forgot. I don't own creepypasta, or any of the pastas. I'm just a regular girl who wants to share something interesting. (plus, all those pastafarians out there, sorry I used the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I don't own the picture, and the reason I used it, is because...well... its creepy (ok, maybe more funny-looking than creepy...), and its pasta. xp

OK! now, those brave enough to join me, come! read your first CREEPYPASTA~ (this ones one of my favorites...)

you ready? remember, this was a work of fiction, and written by a talented writer.

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.”

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planning on sleeping anytime soon?

[puddingdear101]

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[BlackFireGeisha]

The Third

On the 3rd of December, find a hand-held mirror, just large enough to cover your face. Cover your face with the reflective side out, walk into the bathroom, turn the light on, and stand in front of the larger mirror. At exactly 11:34pm, raise the hand-held mirror above your head.

What is in the larger mirror will not be staring back at you, but nor will it be your reflection.

Very carefully walk out of the bathroom, backwards, not lowering the hand-held mirror until the one in the bathroom is completely out of view.

If you do not, what you saw in the mirror will notice, and realize what you have done...

[carzinoGeneticist]

Neither of those stories are scary at all. neutral

[Severed Pianist]

Go into a Subway and tell the clerk you want to order the sandwich they'd always wished a customer would order. They will quickly, quietly, and without expression, craft the sandwich from many different ingredients. The sandwich will be the best thing you've ever tasted. This only works once per clerk. If you ask them to make it again, they will not recollect how. If you attempt to re-construct it, you will fail.

So ******** scary. gonk

[BlackFireGeisha]

Well, no. But I find them entertaining.

[BlackFireGeisha]

The Child

There is a child in a hospital in Decard, Tennessee. The child is a quiet toddler that remains in the nursery with all the other newborns. If you ask the staff, they will ignore you, but the tag on his arm is antiquated and yellowed, clearly made in the late 1940's or there abouts. He will not cry, only rock quietly. If you speak the name on his tag, his eyes will open, something you don't want to happen.

[BlackFireGeisha]

There it goes again. Something definitely moved this time. It was very brief, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw something. But wait. All the doors are locked, no pets, and your parents won’t get home until 10. So there’s no way something moved. It’s just your imagination getting the best of you. Sitting alone in your room, the only light emitting from the monitor of your computer, you stare into the darkness for several minutes. Just to be sure. Now you feel silly. What were you thinking? Of course there’s nothing there. What, are you 6? Go back to what you were doing.

15 minutes later, as you prepare to go to bed, you’re in the bathroom. The shower curtains shift. Wait… no. Stop spooking yourself. It’s just an overactive imagination, filling your head with what isn’t really there. You gaze into the mirror at yourself. You say it to yourself, slowly and clearly, “Imagination.” With a sigh, you turn the lights off and head towards your room.

Laying in bed, you stare at your ceiling, dark and foreboding, only the motion of a small fan disturbing the calmness of the night. A shadow from the light in the hall shifts. No. No, no, no. Stop it. It’s your imagination. Just that. Go to sleep, you fool.

But then, just when you’re about to drift off to sleep, at the phase no one remembers when they wake, you sense something in the darkness. It’s your imagination, leering down at you. With a jagged, macabre smile.

[BlackFireGeisha]

For a brief period in 1971, a New Jersey based company sold novelty “x-ray” glasses through the mail via advertisements in the Marvel line of comic books. People who viewed their televisions while wearing these glasses reported seeing images that were “hellish” or “like hell”.

It should be noted that this phenomena occured whether the televisions in question were turned on or not. The company quickly went out of business and investigations reveal that the company’s address leads to a graveyard founded many decades before 1971.

[BlackFireGeisha]

I am Thomas's reflection.
Every morning, he rises from sleep and walks into the bathroom.
...and he makes faces.
I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger.
He does this every day... well, USED to.
One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom.
On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors.
On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist.
...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye.
Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference.
I can't mimic his pain.
Just his face.

[I was the vic viper]

I could post "creepy" stories, but they'd probably get me banned.

[I was the vic viper]

[******** stories.
I mean pics.

[BlackFireGeisha]

Psh, then pm them to me. I love to be scared.

[BlackFireGeisha]

If you knew what Mount Rushmore really was you wouldn’t have turned it into a tourist attraction. You probably couldn’t go near it without vomiting.

You ever think somethin’ bad, and you start thinkin’, you know, that if the person next to you could read your mind you’d be in deep s**t?

And then you think, “nah, no such thing as telepaths, don’t be silly?” Cherish those few moments of paranoia. It’s the only time they’re not listening.

[BlackFireGeisha]

This incident happened a little over a year ago, and I've never forgotten it. My husband and I were on our way up north on I-75 during the afternoon. Luckily, it was not at our normal time in the evening. We have a little place in northern lower Michigan, and often go up there for the weekends. As was our custom, we pulled in at our usual rest stop, and I went into the women's restroom.

As I was preparing to leave the room, I suddenly noticed a thin, dark-haired woman standing alone and starring directly at me. I instantly felt a terrible sense of dread, as though there was something deeply unnatural about her. I then noticed the eyes which had been staring coldly at me, and they were completely black. I saw no color whatsoever, and no pupils. I felt an extremely strong need to get away from her as quickly as possible, as there was something quietly threatening about her. Her stare was devoid of any emotion other than something very cold and disconnected.

My instant and unwavering feeling during this whole experience was that she was not human. I don't know what me made feel this so strongly, but it was my most singular, strongest sense while looking at her. There also was something almost predatory about her, as though she was homing in on prey while she stood there so still. I also had a strange sense of her feeling superior or stronger in some way. Again, the sense of a predator watching its prey. I left as quickly as possible, showing as little reaction to her as possible. It seemed important, for some unknown reason, for me to act unaffected by her while in her presence. I felt a huge sense of relief as I got back into the car and left. I have to say that this was one of the most memorable brief experiences I've ever had around a person, especially a stranger. I have never been able to shake the unexplainable feeling that she wasn't human.