The first level is just boring. the really interesting one so far is the doughnut ghost house, which actually has enemies....
You should commentate. No one likes watching boring walkthroughs.
Here's part 1 of the playthrough, it's pretty boring but hey, it's a start. I already recorded part 2 and I'll get on uploading it right away.
And yes, I didn't put it in media tags on purpose, I have a gigantic boner for video views.
The stories that have the aspect of realisation are awesome.
Not the "hey we put a bunch of facts from the game with some scary things that lead to an anticlimatic end, you'd better believe it!" type, they just seem a little boring. (namely the pokemon ones)
i'm at world 3-1 right now. It actually seems like a normal level, but a bit harder.
Anyone remembered that one game that was kinda like Mario. It was a flash game so you could play it online. The thing about that game was that after every level or something, the next level would look really fucking creepy. And it got worse and worse for every level.
I thought this thread was long but I finished reading it! I demand more stories and less pics.
I love the videogame creepypasta. Everything else is absolutely terrifying. More Pokemon creepypasta please?
This gotten less creepier when I found out it was fake lol.
My neighbor, Mr. White, is usually a quiet old
man, spending his days in a rocking chair on
his porch, watching the city and his life pass
by. However, to say that he’s odd would be an understatement. He dresses from head to toe
in solid black clothes, the few times I’ve talked to him he’s seemed like a nice guy ( a little standoffish perhaps), nothing to indicate why
he dresses in all the flamboyant colors of a
chimney sweep. It was the first day in August when the
screaming began. 1:00 am sharp in the
morning a horrible scream pierces the thin wall
between our flats. As suddenly as it started, it
stops, leaving my heart hammering and my
mind awake. This continues for the rest of the week, but each time I make up my mind to
confront him about it, the screaming stops and
I lose the nerve to knock on his door. The next
day he’s out on the front porch again, dressed in his usual black attire, from black shoes, up
to black socks, pants, jacket, shirt, glasses, and
finally hat. “Good morning.” he mumbles as I pass. I almost stop and ask him about the past
few nights, but the way he rocks back and forth
on his chair, his head pointed straight ahead of
him, I’m still too weirded out to talk to him about it. I get back that evening to see him take off in an
airport shuttle. Now, I haven’t seen Mr. White leave his house in the two years I’ve lived next to him, but I figure his sudden departure simply
means it’ll be that much easier for me to get some sleep. Unfortunately, as soon as I get
settled down into bed, I hear a new noise, a
noise I hadn’t noticed earlier. My bed lies against our adjoining wall, so I can hear water
running in the pipes whenever he has the
faucet on. As I lie there, I can hear water
rushing. Two hours and no sleep later, I realize
that the noise from the pipes is even more
disruptive than the screaming. I figure I’ll do us both a service and shut the running faucet off.
So I dress, grab a few supplies, and head over
to his door. I’ve lost my keys enough times to figure out how to jimmy a lock, so I shove a
couple paper clips into the doorknob and
wiggle ‘em around a bit. Soon enough I hear that soft ‘click’ and enter his flat. The place is in shambles. Like somebody had
been running around knocking everything over.
Books and magazines litter the floor and half
the furniture has been knocked over and
shoved against a wall. I head toward the sound
of running water and enter Mr. White’s bathroom. Blood Everywhere. The walls are
covered in blood, the bathtub has blood
running down into it, and the edges of the sink
have bits of bloody hair and flesh around the
edges. I turn off the faucet and then turn myself to get
the fuck out of there. And that’s when the fucking lights go out. “Pop” goes the bulbs in the bathroom. I flip out and bolt out of there.
That’s when I make the mistake of looking behind me. From the gloom of the bathroom I
see that there’s something watching me, its eyes reflecting some unknown light. I don’t really remember the next minute, but the next thing I know I’m standing in my own bathroom, in my own apartment, with my pants
heavy with my own piss. Shit. Some fucking
shiny thing in the bathroom looks like eyeballs
and I piss myself. I take a shower and go back
to my bedroom to grab some new pants. But as
I’m putting them on I look out the window. It’s fucking watching me, its eyes a glow in the
darkness outside. I scream and almost ruin my
second pair. But a moment later they’re gone. I call myself a dumbass for falling victim to my
own imagination and go to the living room.
Sleep’s out of the question, but maybe I can kill my fear with some horrible late-night
television. Everything’s cool for the first hour and half, then a commercial comes on where the
background is black. You know how you can
see your reflection in the TV when the screen
is dark? Well I see me. I also see the fucking
eyes glowing at me from the darkness behind
my couch. Frozen to my chair I watch them watch me.
Never moving, never blinking, the beast in the
shadows has me steady in its gaze. I snap out
of it suddenly, doing a half-flip half-barrel roll
away from the couch and onto the floor. Of
course, when I look again, they’re gone. This shit’s too crazy for me, my last bastion of defense lies in my copious alcohol collection.
Practically sprinting to the kitchen, I grab a
bottle of something strong and fill the glass.
Glug glug glug, raising the glass over my lips
and above my head until it’s empty. But there’s something else in the bottom of the glass, I see
those fucking eyes again. I slam the glass
down and catch a glimmer of light as the beast
takes off down my dark hallway. Shit.
Shitshitshitshit. Five minutes later, all the lights in the house
are on and I’m decked out in a flashlight and a kitchen knife. Well, I should say all the lights
are on but one. The hallway light died as I
flipped it on, giving a soft ‘pufft’ of bulby death. At the end of the dark hallway lie two doors, a
closet and the door out of my apartment. It’s time to get there or die trying. I creep down
into the increasingly dark corridor, my
flashlight and knife a foot in front of me. The
goddamn closet door is open. I think I see the beast’s eyes again as I near the closet, but it’s just the latch on the door. I reach the closet door. Breathless, I pull the
knife back and get ready to strike. “Haaahhhh!!!” is my battle-cry as I turn the corner. Nothing. No beast and no beasty eyes.
I close the closet and continue to the front
door, resolute in my escape. That’s when I notice another thing wrong; the outside light
usually seeps in through the crack under my
door. Fuck! So close and more shit happens.
Playing it safe I edge up to the door and peer
out the eyepiece. Two glowing eyes look back
at me. I scream for the third time that night and go running back up the hallway to the light of
the living room, leaving the knife and my only
flashlight lying by the front door. There’s no escape. I get ready to barricade myself in a corner. I grab the TV cabinet and
began to push it toward the center of the room.
It’s watching me. The space between the wall and the cabinet. Three fucking inches wide.
The beast’s eyes glare at me. Its gaze is neither malevolent or friendly. Just two,
perfectly round, shining orbs. That’s it, I’m done. I collapse backwards onto the floor and back away to the wall, watching
the eyes. Watching the eyes watching me.
Watching the eyes watching me watching it. I
sit there, staring. They don’t move. Nor do I. the night creeps by second after second, me
caught in this horribly twisted staring contest. I
just wish I knew what they wanted. If the beast
attacked me, if it revealed itself, I could know
what I’m up against. I might even figure out how I’ll die before it kills me. No. It stays in the crack between my wall and my TV and
watches with infinite patience. The darkness outside dissolves into a gray
morning, and the eyes begin to lose their
glimmer. As the sun lights my living room, the
beast retreats, gone into the shadow it came
from. To where I have no fucking idea. I pack my things. I’m going away, fuck knows where, but I’m getting at least a thousand miles between me and here before night falls
again. Two shots of bourbon wish me on my
way as I grab my suitcase and set off for the
front door. “Knock, knock” someone get there first. I jump, dropping my stuff and getting ready to bolt
back to the nearest corner, “knock, knock”. But reason grabs me by the heels, whispering in
my ear that the fucking night monster wouldn’t be courteous enough to knock before killing
me. Slowly I open it. Mr. White is standing
there, resplendent in his black hat, sunglasses,
shirt, jacket, pants, socks, and shoes. “Good morning, Steven.” says he. “Hi.” says I. “Say Steven, did anyone go into my apartment while I was gone? There are footprints leading
from my bathroom to my door. Notice he
neglects to mention what the footprints are
formed of. “Uh, no Mr. White, I’ve been in my apartment all night and I didn’t hear anything.” (If you think I’m about to admit to a man that has blood all over his bathroom and a
monster living in his house that I broke into his
house, then you are very mistaken). “That’s good Steven, I have many fragile belongings
that could easily be destroyed or stolen by a
malicious soul. You have a good day.” “You too, man.” He turns to leave and then turns back to me
smiling, “Oh and Steven,” he says, “I couldn’t help but notice bloody footprints leading from
my door to yours.” His smile gets even wider. He leans in, bringing our face right next to
each other. He removes his sunglasses. .
Revealing two empty pits in his face… . . “I’ll be keeping my eyes on you.”
What the flying fuck is this from anyways?
Also, i have some random music that creeps me out for some reason... hmm... I can't seem to find the track, i know that it's called Interlude by Molotov Solution though... Also this song:
Post after me get's 666th post of the creepy thread! So if you POST YOU WILL BE DOOMED FOREVER!
correction this is post 665 of this thread :smug:
next person must post something insanely creepy
Them 4th o' July balloons make some whacky reflections in mah computer screen :buddy:
hahahah fuck. maybe later
anyone feel like sharing ghost stories?
I just found this:
Kind of freaky.
Oh, whoops: didn't see it before.
i told my family about the lady who was all albino but her eyes were red, and they were like :aaa:
try doing like we do and decode real numbers stations..
Talk about creepy
Part 2 of my hacked SMW ROM playthrough. I have already recorded parts 3,4 and 5 but I'm too tired to upload them now, I'll probably do so tomorrow. The game is still a fairly straightforward side-scroller with a shitty level design and the occasional glitch, I hope it's gonna get more interesting soon.
I'm trying to find a link to a ghost story I posted a while back that happened to me and my friend. Can't find it. I don't want to type it all up and link all the pictures. . . .
Strange shit at my friends house, pictures included.
Strange shit at my house, no pictures.
Enjoy my weird experiences.
In the second story, change to obligation to to no obligation to. Just realized that.
Heh, I actually remember that.
The thread? That thread was awesome. The other versions weren't so good, though.
Well I remember the first story there. Tbh I think the pics kinda ruined it. Second story was cool though
How did the pictures ruin it?
Third and fourth are badly done, can see some obviously copied shapes in the fourth especially