Mysterious stones middle of nowhere

Grey old stones with a rough surface. Smile Stones are usually found on grass, in random places, where it is completely silent. When someone approaches it, a big smile appears on the stone and the person disappears elsewhere.

>>40756400 (OP)
that’s a landmark you retard

>>40756496

Bro, we're obviously trying to create creepiness here.

I don't know why, but that picture gives me the creeps. Even though it doesn't seem that creepy. Maybe it's because of the graininess.

Guys, we have to turn this into a new phenomenon!

My contribution:

Part:1

Videotape found by the highway in Australia. (3.6.2006)

A young man crouches in front of the camera.

“Hi mom and dad, I’ll be filming the landscape of Australia for you on my 10-day trip just like I promised.” He says.

*Cut.*

A shot of walking feet appears.

“The first day begins. I’m currently at the edge of Litchfield National Park in the Northern Territory, about 70km south of Darwin. See this dusty trail? I’ve been walking it for almost an hour now and the surrounding landscape really looks inhospitable, eucalyptus ranges, barren-like meadows and an endless blue sky.” Says the young man, slightly out of breath.

The camera turns and the landscape of Litchfield Park appears in the frame.

*Cut.*

A shot appears inside a tent, strong wind is audible. The camera captures shoes, stretched-out legs and faint streams of light.

“The second day begins, I slept badly but I expected that, heh.” Says the young man.

*Cut.*

A shot appears directly on the young man’s face which looks tired.

“The third day begins. The alarm woke me into a stuffy morning, the wind made the silence outside the tent lighter. I checked the camera, battery at 50%, cards empty.” The young man mumbles to himself.

“The morning is worse than yesterday,” He whisper into the lens.

>>40756966

Part:2

“I’m trying to reach a local bay, but… it seems to me that sometimes I see the same shadow that sometimes moves, probably hallucinations from exhaustion. Sorry I didn’t film anything else, the camera wouldn’t turn on, I just managed to get it working now.” He said further.

*Cut.*

Close-up of grass.

“It’s the fourth day, morning. I’ve completely strayed from the planned route, actually I don’t even know why. Almost constantly in the corner of my eye I noticeably see the same shadow. I just want to go home, actually I don’t know why I’m even filming this.” Says the young man’s voice and the image shakes significantly.

The shot suddenly swings forward and captures a large human-like shadow that trembles.

“Mom and dad you probably won’t see what I do, heh. Why am I even filming this?”

*Cut.*

The footage shows an oval stone overgrown with moss. The image gradually moves closer to it. When it’s close, the image suddenly drops to the ground.

— END OF RECORDING —

>>40756973

The Shadow

>>40756400 (OP)
In western Kansas where no trees grow for miles around the farmers used to make fenceposts out of stone

>>40757271

It's clear that no one here is trying to present this as reality, so don't spoil the atmosphere.

dumb peasants worshipped stones. humanity has always been stupid

>>40757312
It is obviously some sort of marker or grave tombstone, it looks like it was placed there well over 100 years ago the top emblem looks like a shield or coat of arms and the bottom has more localized information

>>40757465

This isn't some kind of archaeological thread. It's in the paranormal section, obviously unrealistic, and people are creating lore around it. I don't understand why so many people have a problem with that.

>>40756400 (OP)
Territorial markers, sometimes indicating the protection of a god.

(Diary notes of missionary Alexander Beaumont, found by a fisherman in 1985 on the shore of the East Alligator River.)

04/12/1920, morning:
Today I returned once more to the stone that the Arnhem Land natives call Wurramayi. The elder men said it appeared out of nowhere generations ago; it has brought nothing but death or madness to anyone. The natives absolutely refuse to approach it or even be near it.

As I drew near, I heard footsteps in the grass from afar, though no one was in sight. From the forest emerged a dark shadow without clear contours, accompanied by a sound resembling the grinding of teeth.

I dared to raise my eyes, and in the middle of the stone I saw a grin unlike anything I had ever seen on a human face. My reason told me to flee, but my legs were paralyzed, and that gaze pulled me into a silence so deep that all my thoughts fell quiet forever. My eyes began to close, but by some miracle I managed to regain control of my body and escaped.

The next day, I could no longer find my companions. The tracks in the sand vanished just beyond the roots of the old eucalyptus trees. I decided to leave Australia, and I swear I shall never return.

I tried to write something too, hopefully it will entertain you:

"The Diary of Adin Kozalov"
Notes found during an excavation near Murmansk, Russia, belong to a man who disappeared in 2010.

Entry 1:
I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I remember is that stone, the stone that was smiling in the middle of the forest behind the village. I approached it, and its expression pulled me into infinity. I closed my eyes… and when I opened them again, I was here.

The surrounding world is distorted. The trees are taller, and their branches twist into unnatural shapes. The sky has shimmering shades of purple and orange that slowly shift. There is silence everywhere, except for a faint rustling, as if the wind were whispering old stories.

My backpack contains nothing that could help me; the phone and watch don’t work. I can’t tell what year it is, other than by how long I stay here. I don’t know whether it’s day or night. I had a handful of scraps of paper and a pen in my backpack. That’s why I thought I’d write all this down, though I don’t really know what this is.

Entry 2:
I’ve been in this land for about seven hours now. I’m writing these notes because I don’t want to forget. The ground is soft and ripples beneath me. Each step leaves behind a puff of sawdust-like powder, which vanishes instantly.

When I look back, the stone is nowhere to be seen, as if it was never there at all. But I’ll never forget that smile.

In the distance, strange shapes resembling buildings appear, but they look abandoned and constantly shift. I can’t tell if they’re ruins or something else. I’ve decided to head toward them. I have nothing to lose.

>>40756400 (OP)

I tried to write something too, hopefully it will entertain you:

"The Diary of Adin Kozalov"
Notes found during an excavation near Murmansk, Russia, belong to a man who disappeared in 2010.

Entry 1:
I don’t know how I got here. The last thing I remember is that stone, the stone that was smiling in the middle of the forest behind the village. I approached it, and its expression pulled me into infinity. I closed my eyes… and when I opened them again, I was here.

The surrounding world is distorted. The trees are taller, and their branches twist into unnatural shapes. The sky has shimmering shades of purple and orange that slowly shift. There is silence everywhere, except for a faint rustling, as if the wind were whispering old stories.

My backpack contains nothing that could help me; the phone and watch don’t work. I can’t tell what year it is, other than by how long I stay here. I don’t know whether it’s day or night. I had a handful of scraps of paper and a pen in my backpack. That’s why I thought I’d write all this down, though I don’t really know what this is.

Entry 2:
I’ve been in this land for about seven hours now. I’m writing these notes because I don’t want to forget. The ground is soft and ripples beneath me. Each step leaves behind a puff of sawdust-like powder, which vanishes instantly.

When I look back, the stone is nowhere to be seen, as if it was never there at all. But I’ll never forget that smile.

In the distance, strange shapes resembling buildings appear, but they look abandoned and constantly shift. I can’t tell if they’re ruins or something else. I’ve decided to head toward them, I have nothing to lose.

Entry 3:
*The text is messy and hard to read.*

I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but I’m going mad from thirst and hunger. From the corner of my eye I often see a slender figure with twisted limbs watching me from the mist.

Now… I smell something strange, I can’t describe it, but the sharpness of it makes my nose ache.

*The notes end. Small greasy stains were left on the scraps of paper.*

>>40757668
This isn't a creative writing board it's for real paranormal phenomenon. If you want to make up bullshit go back to plebbit

>>40760509
Sorry, but that's not true. For example, Backrooms originated on /x/, so there's nothing wrong with people making up similar stories.

>>40756460
That's not a thing. This board is so fucking gay.

LoL, it's pretty good so far. My contributions:

A letter found in an old wooden shack on the shore of Lake Inari, deep in the forest, in 2004.

Dear brother Viktor,

I never imagined that the peace of the forest could hide such horror. I’ve been living here in this shack for almost a year now. I built it myself from pine wood, just as I promised you. Yesterday afternoon, on the edge of a small clearing, I noticed something unusual: an upright stone about a meter tall, remarkable for its regular shape and complete lack of tool marks. I don’t know where it came from, because I swear it hadn’t been there before.

As I approached it, I noticed a human silhouette creeping among the blades of grass at the edge of my vision. The shadow stood just a few steps behind the stone, but had no details, just a dark outline. My heart tightened, but curiosity pushed me forward. I placed my palm on the rough surface, and I felt as if the stone was alive, its structure tensed like flesh, and a grin began to form within one of its cracks.

That smile wasn’t carved, it radiated directly from the stone and filled me with unbearable fear. I ran back to the shack as fast as I could, not stopping until I reached my little shelter.

Now I’m sitting by the candle’s flame, and the shadow out there still flickers. I don’t know how much longer I can endure its presence, but I have nowhere to go, and this hut is my home.

I will try to bring this letter to the nearest town and send it to you by post as soon as I can, before something happens to me. Because I don’t know what’s going to become of me.

Take care, my brother, and above all, do not come here, it’s not worth the risk.

Juhan Mäkinen

So scary (‘◉◉’)

>>40756400 (OP)
the whole of the earth was once peopled, now its not. this has happened enough times id say its more normal then not.

>>40756966
Pretty good read

>>40756400 (OP)

It needs a little spice:

Diary.
This diary was found on April 15, 2020, by a team of geologists and rescuers during a survey of an abandoned forester’s lodge in the High Tatras mountains, Slovakia, near a ravine known as The Hidden Valley. The author is unconfirmed.

July 7, 2025, evening:
The mission begins. As I approached the stone, I was flooded by a strange, deep chill, even though the summer air was perfectly still. Its surface had a dull, granite-like texture, but suddenly, when I touched its left side, it seemed to soften beneath my fingers. I felt a subtle vibration and nearly screamed.
The stone smiled, and my eyes began to close.

In one second I was standing at the forest’s edge, and in the next I awoke on a butcher’s slab. The air here was heavy, acidic, and pungent, as if I were surrounded by hundreds of thousands of fresh wounds. All around me stretched an endless expanse of homogeneous, pulsating fleshy mass.

I placed my palm on the living wall. I felt an irregular, complex heartbeat. When I pulled my hand away, it left behind a slimy trail in the tissue. I cut off a small piece and placed it into my backpack.

I remained silent. Nothing else would have made sense.

Day 2
July 8, 2025, early morning

I don’t remember falling asleep. The Unified Mass doesn’t distinguish between day and night. The sounds here consist of muffled vibrations, the snapping of fibers, and distant whispering. I stood up, and beneath my feet the rubbery mass sank and rebounded with each step, always returning to its original form. Despite my fear, I kept walking. I will complete the mission.

Ahead, a narrow tunnel opened, about ten meters long. The walls quivered and watched me. In one spot, a dark crack appeared that resembled a scar. I cut a piece from it.

The moment I touched it, I felt a hot pressure radiating into my fingers. I jumped back, helpless, right next to me, another fissure opened.

Day 3
July 9, 2025, afternoon

I walked for hours. Each step was met with a quiet swelling of the surface. I saw fleshy limbs stretching outward. I followed them instinctively, until they led me to a chamber with a rippled floor resembling a stomach. I cut a piece from it.

In the corner, a clear liquid swirled, carrying small jointed fragments of bone and bits of tissue. I collected some into a small flask.

Day 4
July 10, 2025, late evening

I woke up in a new chamber, much larger. The color of the Mass was shifting: pale pink, rusty brown, deep purple. The air had been relatively normal before, but now it felt harsh, almost burning.

I slowly rose and touched the wall in front of me. Beneath my fingers, it turned into a perfectly smooth, crystal-clear surface, and suddenly an image appeared: my room, the couch, the table with spilled tea, my book.
I gazed at that vision of home for only a moment before it faded and collapsed in on itself.

I don’t know if it was a hallucination or real.

Day 5
July 11, 2025, just before midnight

It cost me everything, every drop of hope, every shred of reason. I fought until the last moment, but the Unified Mass regenerated endlessly, merging me into a new form of being. I felt my body transforming; at any moment, only skin and bones may remain, and my existence will dissolve into the Mass.

The fleshy substance has begun growing through my body, and I can barely move. I'm slowly suffocating.
I will write no more. But I’m at least glad the mission was successful.

I don’t even know if these dates are accurate, time is almost impossible to measure here.