I've been reading everything in this tread.
It is now 7 AM.
Thank you, Facepunch. Thank you very fucking much.
This one's long, but pretty awesome.
Edit: I'll throw some more in here.
Enjoy not sleeping tonight... :ohdear:
More from Pokemon's early version...
Basically kids hurting themselves because of the first version of Lavender town song. (Kinda discussed in the other Pokemon red/green story.)
Did you play Pokemon Red/Blue as a child? Well, prepare to read this true story about your rival in the game. There goes your memories.
Well I did and it wasn't that scary, was expecting screamer.
Also could people kindly lable screamers? It's not cool to trick people into screamers.
Creapy shit, fine. that's mostly your mind and imagination exadurating but screamers are just not cool man, not cool.
More video game creepy-pasta!
shit, I dont wanna go to bed now, Im all alone, my family is all in bed, Im too afraid to go to sleep
I find creepypasta like the ones about the pokemon red/blue (not the one about the lavender town theme) quite mean in that when I inevitably decide to play through that again all I'll be able to think about in that special part is the creepypasta story and what happened in it. Sort of ruining my experience.
Though I suppose it's my fault for reading this shit in the first place.
It's the same shit that The Ring did, making me all scared of white noise on the TV and VHS tapes with no label. Even though you know it's fake, there's always, always gonna be that niggling "what if" thought deep in the back of your head, haunting you every single day.
im safe cause i only have blue:)
did you run around in the grass before you had a pokemon?
That pokemon thing is creeepy.
Something to unwind with:
One of my favorites.
Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied.
“You Sarah O’Bannon?”
“Yes!” the voice assured.
“You were born on September 17, 1827?”
“The gravestone here says you died on February 19?”
“No I’m alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!”
“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”
dionaea house is some scary shit
I FOUND IT!
Thanks, FP. Who needs sleep? I got me some high-octane nightmare fuel to push me through the night!
No one ever posted the story behind the dog thing last page, I still want to know what that was