Thread 41383810

Post internet campfire stories

>>41383810 (OP)
Do you know which board that's from?

Don't just post one and leave the thread to die retard.

>>41385574
Sorry

>>41385943
It's fine. I was just angry at the idea that a creepypasta thread would not survive on /x/ during fucking halloween.

>>41383810 (OP)
bump
finally a good spooky thread and NOT A FUCKING GENERAL

>>41385970
People are out at parties mate

>>41386146
Not me nor you.

>>41386146
i dont have any friends nor is there anything going on around me + your in the same boat as me apparently so get of my cock before i creampie you

I asked for it in the other thread, but no one answered. Does anyone have Ted the Caver?

>>41386082
5, 11, and 18 make no sense to me, I didn't catch those riddles.

OP I would appreciate the answer for those.

>>41386058
What the fuck is the twist with 13?

>>41386610
Dunno about 5 but the guy is counting windows to find out where the lady lives in 11 and reread the diary dates in 18

>>41386637
In 13 its poorly written, but the police and guys have it locked down from below.

They aren't on the third floor, and I assume the noise he was hearing was on his floor.

Either way the murderer can definitely get to the third floor.

As for 11 that was a good find, it makes so much sense.

>>41386637
Our first floor is the ground floor in England.
Our second is their first.
Our third is their second.
They are locked in the same floor of the killer.

>>41386702
>bongoloids get some innocent tourists killed with their bongish incompetence
Such is life.

>>41386610
maybe in 11 he was pointing to someone walking behind the woman? still kinda of a stretch tho

>>41386377
I only know about the original site.
https://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/

>>41383810 (OP)
I think a famous and ancient graveyard would make for a very good tourist attraction

Happened last night

>Walking into my room, hear a ruckus behind me
>from my heirloom cabinet. That I lost the key to.
>Turn, just in time to see a decorative glass ball, inherited with the cabinet push itself off the edge
>Launching towards me
>it hits the ground, completely undamaged, not a scratch or dent on it
>Fell asleep good couple of feet onto rock hard tile
>the other shit on top of the cabinet have been pushed aside and have fallen over
>See my cat, across the room, scratching my fucking arm chair, staring at the top of the cabinet
>He has the same "what the shit was that" expression that I do

And it was a hefty ass ball of glas, lots of weight to it, and the thing rolled with enough speed to bash a lot of other trinkets out of the way and still have enough momentum to land at my feet

Weird shit

Reposting because thread ended.
>1 year ago camping on Victoria Day Weekend
>Crownland camping, need to portage in with equipment.
>Plan to stay for 3 days, try to pack light since it was still warm. Bring tarp and plan to just make a pseudo A frame.
>set up camp next to the lake with 2 buddies.
>Brought my SxS shotgun hoping for wild turkey.
>Camp set up is uneventful.
> frens set up their tents. Mock me for brining only A frame.
>Have dinner. Fren brings chocolate chip Banana bread.
>Turn in for the night ahead of frens.
>First night hear what i only describe as a over capacity washing machine going off most of the night.
>Sounds like heavy cranking and grinding machinery.
>Cant sleep because of it.
>Tell frens. They say its just bullfrogs.
>Go out looking for turkey.
>A couple KM away from camp when I hear things go silent.
>Both frens with me acknowledge how weird it is.
>we push on anyway.
>Return to camp for 2nd night without any issues.
>Frens smoke weed and we cook steaks over the fire.
>I turn in again early for the night. And try to sleep in under my tarp.
>This night I hear coyotes yipping and cackling.
>This goes on for a while until they all just stop suddenly in sync.
>Nothing but the sound of the trees for the rest of the night.
>Fall Asleep.

Pic related is the view from my shitty pseudo a frame

>>41389029
Cont

>Wake up next day. Repeat cycle
>Look for turkey with Frens.
>This time in a different direction.
>Cover twice as much distance.
>Nothing strange happens.
>Frens and I are exhausted. We all turn in early after dinner.
>Try to fall asleep.
>Can't sleep. Feeling of being watched is overpowering.
>Look down towards the open end of my A Frame.
>Nothing but darkness.
>No strange noises. Just intense uneasiness.
>I take my shotgun out of my gunsock and load it.
>"I sure do hope 12ga 2 3/4 1oz of No.8 Shot can get whatever is out there."
>Mosquitoes start assaulting me.
>I start feeling them crawl over me and bite me.
>It feels like hundreds of them. Out of nowhere.
>Get mosquito face cover over my head.
>Realize I had not seen Mosquitoes the entire time I was here. Not until now.
>I hear what sounds like an jet airliner flying over head at a really low altitude.
>"There shouldn't be any planes around here. Especially not jets"
>I get out of my tent. And look up at the sky. No plane.
>"Man this feels off"
>I crawl back into my tent.
>Before I settle in, I take a picture of the woods from the entrance of my tent.
>Try to fall asleep, clutching my shotgun.
>Next morning my face is blown up like a ballon from all the mosquito bites.
>Have to pack up and portage with an eye swollen shut.
>Frens laugh at me for sleeping in an A frame like a dumbass.
>Neither of them heard the Jetliner sound.
>Neither of them got bit by mosquitoes.

(2/2)

Pic related is the pic I took before going back into my tent. Not the strangest experience. I get that feeling of being watched all the time, but that night it was particularly bad

>>41386146
I'll be on the shitter at work, looking at my phone

>>41384023
I'd guess /v/ but the archive doesn't go back past 2015.

>>41385984
Didn't get the last one.

>>41388206
>>41388958
this is not a ylyl anon

>>41391208
It is implied that the woman was running from a murderer. Since she took the elevator, he must be coming down the stairs.

Does anyone remember the name of this one creepypasta/nosleep story about how every year a person is chosen to be erased so every other human in the world suddenly knows where they are and rush there to kill and devour them, but the person also gained the memory of every other person that suffered this same fate and it went even as far as the stone age, does anyone remember this one?
After the person was killed everyone else would forget them as if the day and the person never existed.
To add more details to it. I remember the main character lived in a ranch or some other far away rural place so he had time to think about it and he saw the memories of people who died before him, he saw how last year it was a girl, I think, that lived in the middle of a big city and barely had time to understand what was happening when her parents rushed her and started mauling her, he saw how they started destroying everything about her and dismantled her room and other people arrived to start eating her pictures and other things just to erase her completely, I think they started eating her body too.
I think he tried to see more people but I fully remember him talking about someone in the stone age, cold and scared in a cave without understanding what was going on, but they had realized that whatever was gonna happen to them was much better than what will happen to those who arent't chosen.
It's not SCP-6096 but the mechanism is similar, I've been looking for things related to it because it might help finding it.

>>41392611
Highlander!
"There can be only one"

too lazy to go through all of these someone pls let me who which of these could actually be real and which are just generic creepy pastas

>>41392735
Man if only, I've been searching for so long, I remember reading it in a thread on /v/ about creepypastas and I went to the archives and read over 50 pages of threads and wasn't able to find it again. I swear that if I ever find it again I'm saving it on 3 different devices

Does anyone have the greentext about a guy who saw a video of a girl being abducted by aliens?

>>41393054
This one?

Anyone got the one about a guy meeting a girl who fled from a cult in the woods?

>>41393189
Yes that it's it thank you

>>41387750
My dresser was violently thrown to the ground one morning while I was half awake. I lifted the heavy thing back up, and it was stable as can be. Then I remembered the shipment of antique oddities that I recently put in the drawer. I’m suspicious of the human hair bracelet and the pair of African wood idols.

>>41393504
No problem

>>41393390
jebus, thats like the first scary thing i've read tonight thanks

since its halloween might aswell tell a story, believe me or not idgaf
>Be me, 5 y/o living with mom dad and grandma at her house
>Grandma has a sewing room with a huge mirror that goes from floor to ceiling and occupies a whole wall for itself
>always feel weird in that room, grandma died years and i still feel weird when there
>anyway
>sometimes when i go in front of that room's door see a female figure sitting on one of the couches
>completely black, i can distinguish its wearing like a dress and a wide hat
>always see it when the door is open and the hinge is ajar from the doorframe
>always in the same couch
>always in the same pose, legs closed, hands crossed on its lap
>always been told that im a weirdo or crazy, so i never told anyone, last thing i want is to go straight to an asylum or something
>see it once in a while, bad things always happen when i see it
>dad is angry, mom is depressed, everyone in the house fights, etc.
>ffw im 16 now, been seeing "the widow", as i called it every once in a while, always ignore it
>that summer i tried to tell my cousins about it, they think im insane and pay no atention
>fuck it, i know what i saw all these years, but can you blame their skepticism? i wouldn't believe myself if i didn't see her with my own two eyes
>ffw to end of summer, become more skeptic myself, my cousins leave, everything is nomal more or less
>that same night go to the kitchen to have water, turn on the light
>Annex: that house had lots of terrible room extensions, that same sewing room used to be a living room and a bedroom until my grandma wanted a bigger room for her work, anyway the kitchen connected to what was my dad's room as a teenage but now was just a storage room full of shit, it never had a light or a door so to see something you needed a flashlight or turn on the kitchen light
>Anyway
>I turn on the kitchen light
>Its her
>shes tall, ominous, completely dark
>like a shadow standing in the doorframe to that junk room
cont...

>>41393927
>want to run, i'm paralized
>try to scream, i can't i'm in panic
>i see the figure walk towards me
>its a good, 6 or 7 steps from where i am to that room
>i can feel my heart in my throat, my mind is racing
>i don't know what that is
>don't want to find out either
>its walking towards me
>1 step 2 steps 3 steps
>that thing is less than a meter away from me
>suddenly i can move, scream my lungs out run for my life to my room
>same room as parents just divided with a huge closet
>wake up everyone, try to tell everyone what happened
>im bawling and crying trying to tell what i just saw
>nobody believes me
>ffw 2020, no longer live in that house
>grandma dies
>we all gather to her wake
>tell stories from when she was alive, tell stories of those summers when all the cousins where in that house
>remember "the widow" tell everyone because fuck it
>they remember
>all of them saw her, everyone felt uncomfortable in the sewing room with the mirror
>ask them why everyone acted like i was the crazy one when i told them back in the day
>nobody wanted to look crazy so instead they just played dumb
>motherfuckers
>turns out everyone fucking knew about whatever that was
>i was just the only one that saw it from so close

>>41393652
this in and of itself could be a greentext
please deliver

>>41393963
what ever happened to that house? was it an old ass house or something or

>>41386610
>>41386788
he was counting the number of floors up to her apartment

>>41383810 (OP)
Pic related is one of my favorites. The paranormal during war is scary.

>>41393963
>they remember
Must really be a pants shitting moment when you tell some experience you semi-rationalized away and the rest of your family say they saw the same thing.
>tfw I experienced something paranormal as a child but don't remember it
>only know about it because it spooked my parents.

Pretty mundane thing but still found it weird,

>Be me, chilling after finishing all my homework, plus didn't go to schol that day (I was 14)
>Decide to chill in the front part of my house, it's sunny outside, plus my family is arguing inside about some dumb shit.
>Try to meditate since I'm already there, plus it might filter out the noise.
>Keep doing it for at most 5 minutes, Sun on my face the entire time.
>Open my eyes, since the sun was starting to get too hot
>EVERYTHING IS FUCKING BLUE
>It's like this weird, clinical blue, it's more of like a filter than it just becoming blue
>Walls around me go from red to a whitish-red, sun light looks far too pale.
>Nobody on the streets, no sounds from what I remember, except for the squabble inside.
>Stay sitting there, feeling a dread in me, like I fucked up, bad.
>After a few minutes it goes away.
This happens with me everytime I try to meditate, not sure if it's something visual or actually paranornal, but it's still pretty weird to me.

>>41389354
What's that thing on the picture?

>>41396797
A black cat in a coalmine at midnight

>great creepypasta thread
>leave it open planning to save it all
>forget
>thread 404s
Is there an archive of past creepypasta threads to go digging in?
>>41386146
Halloween seems like it goes by too fast. I finally got off time and then its 4pm Halloween already started, time to make dinner, time for a movie, now its 10pm. I'm going to treat the weekend like an extended Halloween.
Which is also why I'm here looking up creepypastas.

>>41396858
>Is there an archive of past creepypasta threads to go digging in?
Use this.
https://archive.4plebs.org/x/

>>41396896
Thanks anon
>classic creepypasta thread early in results
jackpot

Does anyone have the story about a dude starting a fire in his house when he was young and not remembering what happened? It kept updating with visits to his psychiatrist because he wasn't able to remember why his family and him moved houses. He ended up finding out what happened but I can't remember the specifics, only shitting bricks with a specific sentence that said 'people, not people'

Gonna dump some of my favorites

>>41386058
Might be retarded but I don't get the 13 one

>>41397801
I think it's based on the difference between how brits and american count floor.
His third floor is what the police is calling second floor.

>>41386082
I don't get 20. The idea is that, since he had to unlock the door, the kitchen was not ransacked?

It doesn't sound scary

>>41397529
I love this one. Was there ever a followup?

>>41396747
I have no clue about the other stuff, but I suspect the reason everything looked blue was that the Sun made you see red when your eyes were closed (because your eyelids look red from the inside if there's a bright light on them), and so when you opened your eyes, everything looks more blue because your brain tries to color balance your vision. I've gotten the same effect from being in an area lit only by red light for too long and then going outside.

>>41397538
>The wall just got 10 ft taller
Anon doesn't know that we have skinwalkers in the states.

>>41397538
Kekked

Does anyone have the green of an anon when he was young and at some family thing (Christmas, some holiday?) and pulled the curtains aside and saw some freaky face looking at him only for his parents to cover the window back up and all the adults are just silent the rest of the get-together?

>>41383810 (OP)
I’m gonna tell you something and you maybe won’t believe me. This is what I saw, every word here unless clarified is as I saw it, how I saw it and although not necessarily what it was, what I think it is

Some background
>joined the army after HS, drifting through life unmotivated
>leave at 24, did mundane office shit, nothing at all glamorous or interesting. I did have a clearance though, this matters later. Not a particularly good soldier, or human for that matter.
>back in real world bounce from job to job, bored and directionless
>when I was 27, apply to do some office work at a research center that was a contractor to a large European pharmaceutical company. Clerical shit
>actually kind of enjoy it, about 6 months in I start a new role working with chemists and other scientists developing new base products / delivery methods / ways to have drugs develop or soak in body better, basically the gist but again I’m pretty dumb, but I was basically a project coordinator type thing
>again, loser in life I take an offshore thing others done, no family to tie me down.
>get processed for new role, set up in France basically helping these docs align drugs and relevant regulations, sort different scenarios, lite advisory stuff. Guess you can call it compliance?
>one day it comes up I have an active clearance. Because of this I’m offered another position in Turkey, basically doing the same thing but cause it’s a more clandestine and dangerous environment with threat actors they wanted someone military/ not a retard/ could be trusted. TSSCI preferred since they didn’t want any corporate espionage and also worked tightly on some contacts with intel / gov agencies
>Once I’m here I get to know some of the pharma guys, a guy named Lem becomes my main guy I work for. Kinda like his receptionist

>>41399307
>one of Lem’s oldest accounts is a company called something like “PharmCap” or something cheesy generic, can’t remember
>I do lots of intake, spec on this account. Basically they’re massive, the biggest for our entire wing of this huge company. I handle a very specific area for them so obviously didn’t know the whole thing, but Lem was one of their main contacts here from what I pieced together
>pharmacap is clearly fake as shit, by now a few years on I had come to know who’s who in the industry and worked with lots of other companies or at least heard/ saw them and whatnot over the years. This was a shell through and through, but nobody said anything
>me and Lem have good rapport since his wife was American . Eventually one day im like, dude, what the fuk is pharmacap and why do they buy so much
>Lem shuts me down immediately and scolds me,
>roger Roger soft spot
>whatever, move on
>after some time, curiosity grows. Eventually one day in my filing system I decide to fuck it and see what I can find on our enterprise resource system, I had no reason not to have access to pretty much off all of it.
>click pharmacap
>the account is registered in the Cayman Islands. Procurement exec is “John Dominic” and our 1:1 team (who I never met and only had calls with during which it was a different person every time) was “Nicky Dominic”. Most uncreative shit ever .
>theyve over the years done like 2.7 billion
>holyfuk
>eventually I get bored, try and search for some of their products and investigate after our role is done to see application. Oftentimes companies liase their results and findings with us so we can to spec drive out more effective products
>this is a whole other system.
>when I try and open I get a “CLASSIFIED SPECIAL PROJECT” or something. Basically saying it’s sensitive.
>oh wait
>I remember I have a clearance over here
>try and badge in
>Mfw actually works
>once I’m in, it’s absolute diamonds

>>41399367
>this company uses our products in various programs sorted by a few different parameters. Ones that jumped out were science and tech, BioWar and chemwar, psycho and drug, stasis , cancer, “conditions”. Each had their own sub project with each having a name like “eye glass” or “white bird”.
>tracking was insanely good . Very organized
>start clicking through. At this point I’m totally invested in this shit
>spend the next 4 hours diving so deep my ears ruptured. Don’t remember all but there were so many. Each could be a pasta of its own. A few I remember were project dove, designed get to spec tech, biologics, environmental, and climate control w/ chem to keep humans in a state of living for, and I quote, a time of at least “2000 years assuming an environment of complete isolation such as one found in space travel.” There was also project echo which was really dark, and had lots of documents from Saddam and Co. children and their wicked shit. An aspect of it was a study done in Iraqi prisoners in a black site prison to try and turn devout Muslims into carriers who, while acting normal, infect other terrorists cells and expire at a set time after infecting each other in no/low symptom states - aiming to wipe out entire networks. DNA was involved in this one.
>also general “suggestibility stuff”, there was honestly so much. I think the mind altering stuff in that category was around espionage and spying, trying to suggest others and elicit them into betraying flags or flipping.
>also incidentally lots of extremely unethical stuff like torture and disappearances

>>41399484
>but
>but but but
>the host
>the fucking host
>under somewhere in the precursors area was the “host specimen”. This host, I guess, from what I read and again I could be completely wrong- was a fucking alien life form or something? Something either that or so RARE you can’t even imagine
>they talk about this thing like it’s the second coming. Apparently whatever “it” is, it’s kept in a tub of a special fluid and either it’s actual matter (of which I assume it was a physical thing) or in very very very very small amounts the secretions filtered through the liquid it was kept in delivered some kind of miracle agent. This agent was used in basically most of their exotic programs in some form, usually highly modified. It had properties of extreme general resistance, extreme space exposure resistance, extreme base/acid resistance, basically insanely maxed stats.
>keep in mind all of this is talked about in codes and shit, like it wasn’t but it was. There were no pictures, and it was left vague in my opinion on purpose. Could’ve easily been a well or something also honestly no idea
>there were teams with like
3 mil budgets dedicated to finding solutions and alternatives to these substances with no luck. THEY WANTED THIS BAD. Whatever the fuck it was . They wanted more. It was bar none like a top mission statement or goal I guess idk.
>anyway and then I basically never went back except once but then the access I used didn’t work, probably cause this was before Snowden and the hardening

Anyway that’s my story. I have no idea who, what country, why, where, or any other pieces really. It had to be at least a state that much im certain . Only a nation state could be behind that. There was honestly so much I couldn’t even scratch the surface . If they had immortality, adrenochrome, or back to life chemicals or cure for cancer it was probably there.

>>41399501
Nice story, what year was this?

>>41386553
Very nice

>>41399521
I worked with the like 8 years total mid-late 2000s early 2010s, can’t imagine you’d be able to do any of that now with all the new technology to detect every click you do

>>41393197
How horrific
In a way this reminds me of two Twilight Zone episodes: 'People Are Alike All Over', and 'To Serve Man'

Hello, /x/. It's been quite a few years since I've lurked the chans, but I felt I had to share this story I've heard many times by my uncle who just recently passed.

>QRD on my uncle
He'd been in and out of jail throughout his life since a child. Started with petty theft, but that turned into aggravated assault and even an attempted bank robbery. He eventually turned his life around and spent the last few decades of his life dedicated to being a good husband and father to his stepdaughter. The story I'm about to share is his story that he will only tell if asked. He says this was the incident that changed him and made him turn his life over to Christ instead of lusting after the thrills of committing crime.

>Be my uncle in 1975 in his mid-30's
>Serving parole for aggravated assault
>Only about 90 days left on a three year sentence
>Attending a good friend's engagement party
>Friend was a fellow inmate who my uncle served time with
>Party is at a large indoor skating rink
>During the reception, my uncle admits he got jealous of his friend
>Uncle's friend has beautiful fiance, cool muscle car, lots of friends, fell onto big money taking over a business
>Uncle's friend throws huge party and goes all out
>Uncle says in a fit of jealous rage, he quietly steps out of a rear exit of the skating rink
>Uncle said that even though he was wrought with jealousy, he also didn't want to be a burden to his good friend
>As my uncle is trying to discreetly leave the reception, he notices something very peculiar out the corner of his eye
>A couple of white dudes approaching a black man trying to get his attention, shouting accusations at him
>Uncle watches this scene play out
>Immediate realization by my uncle that this is the fight he saw earlier when entering his friend's party, only...
>...the events playing-out are SEVERAL MINUTES EARLIER than they were before he arrived!

To be continued...

>>41400171
cont...
>When my uncle first arrived to the party, he walked past an incident where a couple of white men beat the snot out of a black dude
>Fight had already finished, black dude was being schlepped away in humiliation for whatever went down when my uncle arrived
>But now, that same fight was only just beginning
>My uncle says that it was like time had rewound for him like an 8-track cassette tape the moment he stepped outside that door
>At first, uncle doesn't think anything about it, kind of shrugs it off, still sulking over his friend's reception party
>Uncle retraces his steps to head back to the bus stop where the city bus had dropped him off before the party and waits for the next bus
>As he waits, he notices the bus arriving well ahead of schedule by his watch
>Uncle shrugs, and proceeds to climb onto the bus, only...
>...this was the exact same bus he had taken earlier to arrive to his friend's party!
>Same bus, same driver...even same passengers as before
>Meaning, this was the exact same bus he that would have been departing to arrive to the party, but it is just now arriving
>Somehow, my uncle found himself stumbling into a time loop
>He immediately realizes that he has the opportunity to replay everything that happened over the past several minutes
>My uncle rushes back to his friend's reception to confirm
>As my uncle approaches the venue, he notices the black man from before, except...
>...there were no white guys there to jump him this time
>Time had skipped a bit further into the past from my uncle's perspective
>He slips back through the rear exit
>Sure enough, everything is playing-out as it had before some 20 minutes earlier
Side Note: It's at this point in the story when you would notice a dramatic change in my uncle's tone and posture while telling his story
>Uncle says he felt a strange feeling deep inside his heart
>Said it felt like having a railroad spike being driven deep into his chest

To be continued...

>>41400234
cont...
>Uncle says the first thing that came over him was to take revenge against his good friend
>He would use this "time skip" phenomenon to take advantage of his friend and his unwitting guests and rob them all blind!
>Like the expert pickpocket he was, uncle made his way around the reception, stealing people's wallets and even stealing the keys to his friend's awesome muscle car
>Sure enough, everything was playing-out as it had before, making it easy for my uncle to know who to target and when since he knew when they would be the most vulnerable
>But then uncle admits that he had gotten too greedy
>Stole more than he should have, could have been just a few items, but no
>He went for watches and wallets and jewelry...a real heist!
>In a drunken lust of vengeance fueled by jealousy, uncle says that it had gotten to the point where his moves were becoming "sloppy"
>He remembers there was a commotion from before as people rushed outside to see the ensuing fight between the black man and the white dudes that were going to jump him
>As commotion at the reception began to swell, uncle would use the opportunity to slip out the back exit like he had before
>Uncle makes his way out the back, and sure enough, he sees the two white men approaching the black man again, only...
>...this time, my uncle out of sheer curiosity gets closer to listen-in on what the commotion was about
>Turns out people had accused the black man of STEALING FROM THEM!!!
>Yes, that's right...the very fight my uncle saw the first time he arrived was actually caused by HIM stealing, and this innocent black guy was taking the blame for it!
>My uncle had fulfilled his own time loop!
>Uncle is momentarily stunned by this realization
>Turns to leave and go back to the bus stop to make off with his spoils, only...
>...in being "sloppy", uncle says his pockets were bulging and he had even dropped a few items onto the ground without realizing

To be continued...

>>41400270
cont...
>Uncle leaving a trail of evidence without realizing it
>Again as part of the self-fulfilling time loop, a few loose dollars my uncle found on the ground on the way to the event was actually money he had dropped in THIS part of the loop!
>Uncle remembers thinking finding that money was a sign that he would have a good day
>Didn't realize it was HIM who dropped the money in the first place
>While making his way from the commotion, uncle says someone noticed him trying to get away
>The same money that uncle found would instead expose him to onlookers in this timeline!
>Uncle says that two of the white dudes who were otherwise preoccupied with roughing-up the black guy now turned their full attention towards my uncle instead and began chasing after him
>Uncle says he was too weighed-down with the spoils of his crime, but instead of just "dumping" it, he clutched onto it greedily, which severely handicapped his ability to get away
>The two white guys tackle my uncle to the ground, and sure enough, find stolen goods on him
>Same stolen goods the black guy was being beat-up for from before
>In essence, had my uncle not been greedy, the events would have played-out as they had before, with none the wiser
>Uncle is beaten-up and humiliated, then later taken into custody by authorities
>Uncle totally betrayed his friend and felt like shit
>Taken to jail, refuses bail, and faces the judge
>Pleads guilty and gets five years prison sentence due to violating parole
>Uncle serves three years in prison regretting his decision and is let free on parole for good behavior
>Had he not been greedy, he had the opportunity to do good in the time that was given to him
>Instead, he was driven by the evil he said he felt pierce deep into his heart
>My uncle ended-up becoming a born-again Christian and spent the rest of his life trying to do good
>My dad worked for CBS and tried to pitch his brother's story for the Twilight Zone reboot but the script was never greenlit

>>41396621
I'm pretty sure that is a reference to the carnevil cult thread. You can find readings by searching up "carnevil cult"

Or maybe that thread was a cover

>>41400353
One last note: The song "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" by Paul Simon was actually inspired by my uncle's story! Although the song itself was a reflection of Simon's own divorce, Simon was teaching his son about writing song lyrics, and used my uncle's story as his muse. In fact, as you listen to the song, you'll hear references to my uncle's crazy tale. The different names Simon mentions are actually some of the different aliases that my uncle went by throughout his career as a criminal.

Here are the lyrics from the chorus of that song:

You just slip out the back, Jack (rear exit of the skating rink)
Make a new plan, Stan (evil that overtook my uncle's heart)
You don’t need to be coy, Roy (the boldness my uncle felt when making his heist)
Just get yourself free (uncle should have just made a run for it)
Hop on the bus, Gus (same as above)
You don’t need to discuss much (should have not went to see what the commotion was about w-the black guy altercation)
Just drop off the key, Lee (should have just taken his friends car since he already had the keys)
And get yourself free (again, should have just high-tailed it from the scene)

Here's the song itself:

https://youtu.be/ABXtWqmArUU?si=Ujxmm0WyLJbup-OW

And here's Paul Simon explaining how he came-up with the lyrics to teach his son about rhyming (doesn't mention my uncle or his story, though):

https://youtu.be/zwcouyvUpFc?si=2J9YhaExQIkyqZVa

>>41393652
Dude, why the fuck did you have that shit

What the Hell is Anon talking about?

>>41393963
>>41393927
thanks for sharing anon

>>41393210
Hey faggot, how about posting shit written in english?

>>41397857
He forgot to lock the door on his way outr yet found it locked when he came back home.
I think the kitchen ransacking is a distraction.
Someone has a key to his apartment.

>>41404751
I kinda like orange crush

>>41397047
Ah, Cabin Memories...
Don't have the caps, but here's a link to T6 recapping it.

https://youtu.be/JUG-jJuhdP0?si=_eI87_qTuetTAHmG

>>41399566

that is some movie type shit man.....i am always amazed at these kind of stories
you did the good thing telling us

>>41400171
>>41400475

Not scary at all but holy shit dude! Did Paul Simon like know your uncle or your dad or something?

>>41404751
you are the faggot and it is in english you stupid nigger

>>41397857
>>41404802
He forgot to lock the door on the way out yet the door was locked when he came back to his apartment, meaning that whoever ransacked his apartment had locked the door when they entered and was still inside when he came home

>>41392611
bumping for this, i vaguely remember it

>Working as an assistant for crime scene cleanup service
>Shit job while working my way thru med school
>Seen dozens of deceased
>Men, women, children, babies
>Meh
>Receive a deceased who is late-term pregnant one afternoon at prep facility
>Deceased had been dead for some time in humid heat
>Meh
>Boss begins to prepare the deceased for cold storage, says we'll perform final procedures first thing tomorrow
>Nod
>Page by secretary: Boss is needed off-site, as secretary and head office is in a different building up the street from this facility
>Boss advises me to head upstairs and eat lunch while he's out
>Nod
>Prepare my lunch, take my time eating, goof around for a while on my phone
>Hear an unusual sound from the basement prep room: Upstairs break room not far from basement stairs
>Think nothing of it, but decide to check it out anyway
>Plug my phone in to charge and head downstairs to basement prep room
>Arrive to horrific sight
>Deceased had begun giving "coffin birth" to unborn fetus
>Not just fetus, but entire placenta bulging from vagina
>Near about puke
>Most disgusting thing I'd ever seen
>Smell is horrific
>Almost pass out
>Immediately run upstairs to call boss
>Boss: "Stop being a pussy. Don't touch anything. I'll be back shortly."
>Nod
>Wait in break room for boss to return
>Hear more noises from the basement prep room
>Loud shuffling sounds
>Deceased are known to experience involuntary movement but this was deeply unsettling
>Boss taking longer than I care for
>Consider quitting my job
>Boss finally arrives
>See's I am visibly shaken
>Boss apologizes for being a jerk and says he'll handle deceased
>Nod
>Boss heads to basement
>After a brief moment, hear boss shout my name: ANON! Get your ass down here...NOW!
>Not a panicked tone, but an angry one
>???
>Head downstairs to basement prep room
>Boss standing near deceased, visibly trembling with anger like he wants to beat my ass right then and there
cont.

>>41411969
>Boss: "ANON, WTF? I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING!!!"
>???
>Assure my boss that I hadn't touched the deceased as per his instructions
>Boss: "WHERE IS FETUS?"
>???
>Assure my boss that I have no idea what he's talking about
>Boss (something like): "THIS ISN'T A JOKE ANON. I SWEAR IF I FIND OUT THAT YOU ARE PRANKING IT'S OVER FOR YOU!!!"
>Boss threatens me with severe legal repercussions, says these kinds of pranks will ruin both our reputations
>Promise my boss that I did not touch the deceased
>Boss asks me to walk him through everything I did while he was away
>I oblige
>Boss still seems skeptical but is now at least not looking like he wants to kick my ass
>Boss tells me to stand still like a scolded puppy and begins looking around the prep room
>Ask if I can at least wear face mask, but am met by cold shoulder
>After an exhaustive and repetitive search, boss is finally calm
>Boss insists I stand still while he examines the deceased
>I wait, still trying to choke-back gag reflex
>Boss had been doing this kind of work long before I came on board, so the smell and horrifying visage doesn't bother him one bit
>After a thorough examination, boss determines that the fetus was removed before arriving
>Only placenta "afterbirth" left
>Boss determines natural decay in the deceased caused afterbirth to be ejected
>Boss apologizes
>No big deal after all
>Except...I promise you...I clearly saw the placenta in-tact and the shape of the baby's head within
>Now placenta is "deflated" and empty; clear rupture where fetus was removed
>Begin to think I'm losing it, but don't say anything to my boss
>Boss offers to process deceased, says I can take the rest of the night off
>I oblige
>Head home
>Do not sleep well over next few days
>All lights on, radio on blast
>Still have horrific night terrors as I try to doze off
>Tell myself to "be an adult" and get my shit straight
>Several days later
>Called into work in the late evening to receive a deceased
cont.

>>41399484
Shouldnt have given out so many details lil bro

Best thread

>>41412137
>Deceased involved in traffic accident, so not usual crime-related
>Arrive to prep facility before my boss
>Go through usual routine
>Scan badge, enter door code, disable alarm system, turn on lights and AC, put on pot of coffee in the break room, etc.
>Go sit on couch in reception area and start goofing around of my phone
>Hear loud noises coming from the basement
>Noise is indistinguishable but somehow "human" and...intentional
>Nope!
>Only two ways into the basement, either from upstairs or from rear garage door
>No one else there, alarm still armed
>Fuck the fuck out of there, go wait in my car
>Don't bother to turn anything off, just leave
>Consider quitting again
>Boss finally arrives with transport service
>Boss: "Anon, WFT are you doing out here?"
>I'm usually inside goofing off
>Tell boss I heard noises coming from the basement prep room and noped the fuck out of there
>Boss laughs and hurls usual insults at me and tells me to assist in prep work for deceased
>I oblige
>Deceased is in really bad shape
>Male, early 30's, crushed between car and truck while riding motorcycle
>Boss and I work feverishly because it's late and we want to get home
>Boss suggests we take a quick break
>I agree
>Boss and I head upstairs
>I go to break room
>Boss steps out to smoke
>Start to prepare a coffee and plan to join my boss outside because fuck being in there alone again
>While making coffee, hear a distinct, deliberate, and very loud THUMP from one of the lower cabinets behind me
>Immediately think of zombie fetus crawling around
>Squeeze my ass cheeks to keep from squirting a turd
>Scramble to the bathroom literally clutching my ass cheeks together
>Make it just in time to blast pure fear-driven dump into the crapper
>Hear a similar loud THUMP in the hallway leading to the bathroom
>Barely wipe my ass in a panic, pull up my pants
>Hear a pronounced THUD on the bathroom door as though someone is trying to get in
cont.

>>41412252
Just wanna let you know im reading everything keep going

>>41412252
>Admittedly squelch out in fear like a total bitch, crying and sweating
>Cannot shake the thought of a zombie fetus crawling around
>Bathroom door thankfully locks from inside
>Grab the plunger and wait for another sound
>Go for my phone with my other hand and realize I left it in the break room trying not to shit myself
>Figure if I wait long enough my boss will come looking for me
>Unless boss gets bitten by zombie fetus
>Stand in terror holding plunger like some kind of makeshift sword
>Listen intently for a long while
>No more noises
>Realize that I'm a grown man standing in the bathroom with a plunger because I almost shit myself thinking of a zombie fetus crawling around
>Start to collect myself, but still holding the plunger out in front of me because fuck it
>Slowly go for the bathroom door
>Hall to bathroom not very long, but in a U shape, and no overhead lights
>Seems unusually dark
>Have to turn a "blind" corner
>Not looking forward to it
>Step cautiously towards the corner
>Hear a loud THUMP from behind me on the bathroom cabinet that sits beneath the sink
>Fucking NOPE!
>Haul ass for the break room to grab my phone and head straight for the main door, swinging the plunger like an idiot the whole time
>Drop the plunger in the foyer and exit the main door
>Look around for my boss, who looks up at me from his smoke break with the look a confused puppy gives
>Boss notices I'm disheveled and acting retarded
>Boss: "WTF is it now, ANON?"
>Tell my boss I think I've finally "seen my last caller", which is slang at my job for when people who do this kind of work can no longer deal with it
>Boss insults me, but in the kind of way to cheer me up
>I still consider quitting right then and there
>Boss assures me he understands but asks that I at least finish processing this last deceased
>I find my boss' tone reassuring
cont.

>>41412430
>Consider that maybe I *AM* being a big pussy
>Remember that I almost just shit myself and tried to defend myself with a plunger against a zombie fetus
>Remember that I just left a plunger in the foyer
>Now outside trying to find comfort with another man
>Realize I'm being super gay about this
>Agree to help my boss finish prepping the "latest caller"
>We shoot the shit for a minute
>Boss tells his usual assortment of incidents from his past
>We decide to head back in
>I walk ahead of my boss in order to grab the plunger so as not to embarrass myself
>Scurry with it to the bathroom
>Drop the plunger and turn
>Notice that the fucking CABINET DOOR BENEATH THE SINK IS GAPING WIDE OPEN WHEN IT WASN'T BEFORE
>Freeze for a moment trying to figure out what to do next
>Cannot stop myself from imagining a zombie fetus emerging from the cabinet
>Force myself to look away from it and hurry for the bathroom door
>Make my way downstairs to join my boss
>Boss is NOT downstairs!
>Neurotically scan the floor for zombie fetus as I go back upstairs
>See my boss over in the break room making a coffee
>Tell my boss I've finally "seen my last caller"
>Overwhelming desire to just go home ATP and never go back to that place
>Boss glares at me with look of deep concern
>Boss (something like): "It's late, ANON. You look like shit. I'll finish up here. Take a while off and think about it, okay?"
>The nicest my boss has ever been with me
>As if he can tell in all of his experience that I'm done, that I've "seen my last caller"
>I apologize to him and leave him there to contend with the zombie fetus on his own
>Get in my car and head home feeling like a total loser
>Again with the horrific night terrors
>All lights on, radio on blast
>Cannot sleep
>Lay with my blanket pulled all the way up under my nose
>Stare at the ceiling
>Try to take my mind off the horrific chain of events I just experienced
>And then
>THUMP
cont.

>>41412561
>The same sound as before
>Same intensity
>Same intentional-sounding "humanness"
>Loud and audible from the hallway just outside my room
>Very distinctly against the baseboard against the wall
>Realize that like an idiot I did not close my room door
>And my phone is across the room on my desk charging
>Literally start crying
>Pull my covers over my head and wait for the zombie fetus to crawl its way up to my bed and start gnawing at me or whatever

This all happened this past week. I keep hearing that same THUMP follow me around wherever I go now. It always starts distant and gets closer and closer with each THUMP. Yeah I know how stupid this sounds but I know it's the zombie fetus. And I know once I actually see it, it's like over for me. I know I will die instantly on the spot at that exact moment, and no one will ever know why. I just know it.

>>41411960
FUUUCK FINALLY FOUND IT
I've searched for over 60 pages of threads on /v/ for this. I'm double saving it.

>>41412675
Good stuff, anon

>>41413791
bless your heart, anon. Have a nice day/life :)

>>41411969
>and following, since OUR SYSTEM THINKS YOUR POST IS SPAM. PLEASE REFORMAT AND TRY AGAIN
FUCK YOU HIRO
Someone PLEASE screencap this one.

>>41396747
Might've been an hallucination caused by the sun/meditation.
Maybe a couple times a year, if I'm done meditating or just waking up, everything appears to be saturated in red. Like wherever I'm at is suddenly under military lockdown.
Only lasts for maybe 30ish seconds till it just disappates, but freaked the absolute fuck out of me the first time when I woke up from a nap in the middle of the afternoon. Legit thought my house was on fire.

>>41416004
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Also, saved for later.
Bless you, anon; you are a gentleman and a scholar.

>>41385574
Yeah, that's a good one

>>41385984
So number 1 is she switched off all the lights but her room light had gotten flipped when she was in the shower
Number 2 is that the poster recognizes the taste of human flesh
Number 3 is that the shelf was in the corner, there was no other side for a girl to be on
Number 4 is the implication that he cut up his roommate to practice autopsy
Number 5, I think, is that the person the woman is running from is also taking the stairs

>>41385999
Number 6 doesn't seem very hidden, it is just spooky that her boyfriend couldn't have sent the video
Number 7, I guess the post just shows he is schizo or smth....
Number 8, the implication is that the burgler is the one who screamed and our poster probably killed her family
Number 9 the implication is he is killing his wives, presumbly by poisoning wine
Number 10 is actually good. How does the TV stay on if all the power is knocked out? Also, just how shitty is Thai electrical work that the whole hotel is on a single breaker?

>>41386610
18 is the dates in the diary. His wife died in April, but the last entry is from May

Anybody got a pasta of some anon working in a remote alaskan radio tower or some shit, pretty sure it was supposed to be some wendigo/skinwalker/whatever shit. Major points were like, big storms locking them in and cutting them off from the closest town, generator shitting out in their detached mechanical building/shed/whatever, finally getting spooked enough to call in evac with I think a sat phone or something, and then a local cop and/or ranger going missing on their way to check on them. Here's one I always liked as thanks in advance if anyone knows what I'm talking about.

>>41419582
Aint that just 30 days of night?

>>41419908
I do kinda see it, now that you're saying it

>>41420262
it's almost the same story

>>41419262
I think the implication for number 10 is that the narrator died in the tub. The old white haired woman was her own reflection in the TV, which was actually off. The light from the TV, then, was the "light" of her own soul being reflected. The manager was likely shitting their pants seeing them as a ghost.

Also
>*bump*
Does anyone have a capture of a story from several weeks ago about a city worker who is transporting some inmates and runs into some kind of mob activity or something like that? And was there ever any follow-up to that story? It wasn't so much creepy but man was it intense!

>>41391849
Supremely creepy. Really love the atmosphere in this one.

Why have so many entries been deleted? There was some good stories posted but for some weird reason most of them have been deleted.
https://archive.4plebs.org/x/thread/41383810/#q41383810

>>41412675
nah dude. fucking kill it. you're bigger and stronger. he's just a faggot baby. stomp it and burn it

>>41397558
it's just a fact that black people are inherently evil and are drawn towards evil
t. worked in inglewood

>>41425190
Yeah i have noticed that also majority of them are selfish and cruel not many actually bother to make the effort to be better people

>>41413791
Good one, the ending gave me goosebumps

>>41415832
>>41416004
>>41418006
I also capped it. Vertical format.

>>41419582
Yeah I made that one. Here you go.

>>41425980
Thank you, too; I very much appreciate it.

>>41386184
It was Slipknot

Here are a series of short anecdotes from WWII vets

>Family Picture
In the bitter wintertime cold, a soldier on a reconnaissance mission stumbles upon a remote rural cabin. A whole side of the cabin had been ripped away by an artillery shell that had exploded some time before. The soldier cautiously enters the cabin and searches room by room until he comes upon the kitchen where he sees a small, quaint family of four. The husband is in his chair enjoying his pipe, his two small children sit in front of an extinguished fireplace, and the mother is standing with a broom in her hands. Apparently, the artillery shell had consumed all the available oxygen within an immediate radius, leaving the family frozen in their places not knowing they were dead, perfectly preserved by the cold. All of them eerily quiet as wax figures while petals of snow delicately fell over them like Christmas ornaments.

>The Banshee
She was a young and courageous girl, not long after blossoming into womanhood. She was ordered to comply for her own safety, but her youthful vigor lent her a stubbornness that was unflappable. Dressed in the obvious hand-me-down rags of a peasant boy, if it weren't for her supple skin and braided locks, one would never know her to be a lass. Unfortunately for her, she was the enemy, and the mission too critical. In trying to appease her Fuhrer, she darted like a rat into the armory. A bold but futile act of rebellion. There was no need to chase after her. A single mortar was all it took to set off a chain reaction that would bring the entire armory down in a twisted tangle of structural steel. We were smug in thinking that was the end of Hitler's brave little maus...(1/2)

>>41427004
(2/2) We setup camp and let the day pass, as our rendezvous was at least three days out, and we were ordered to hold our position at the armory. But we wouldn't find the comfort to sleep once night fell. Turns out that under all that mass of scrap and metal, a steam pipe had managed to wail in anger, loud enough to echo off the rows of distant trees. The only remedy for this was to send in the company engineer to find and patch the steam valve. But it would have to wait until dawn because we were low on supplies and our lanterns without batteries, and the last thing you carry into a pile of exploded rubble is a torch's open flame. The wail of the steam pipe ensured that we would not rest. When dawn came, we sent the engineer and four troops who were still able-bodied to rummage through the scrap in order to quell that angry steam pipe, because we were all tired and weary and couldn't bear the thought of not being able to sleep until rendezvous arrived. It wasn't difficult to triangulate the source of our misery, and sure enough, she was ready to greet us with a bloodied skull who's skin had been peeled back, eyes still wide and pale with death, and a ruptured steam pipe wedged at the base of her neck to lend her the banshee's wail that had been haunting us.

>Oracle
He sat diligently in the corner of his bunker, tapping listlessly in Morse code on his radio box. His message repeating itself over and over: .---- . ....- -. [1E4N] Leading us on a path to find victory. I walked over to our Brother, unplugged his radio, and laid my hand gently over his to calm it. I then removed my scarf and wrapped it carefully around his head in order to spare him the indignity of being found with a hole where his face should have been. Rest well, Brother. You served our nation well. We will never forget your tireless sacrifice so that we could make it back home safely.

>Saturn Wept
When we found him, he was weeping incessantly... (1/2)

>>41427182
He was lying on his side in a shallow ditch, and reeked of his own urine and feces, covered in his own filth like a prize hog. His face and parts of his arms and ankles that were exposed were covered in thick, black, bristles of hair. Our field medic was not fluent in conversational French, but knew enough to make due. In his poorly-enunciated dialect, the medic ordered the civilian to get up slowly with his hands raised in surrender. We could clearly tell he was no threat, but one can never be too sure. The Frenchman was gaunt and pale, and seeing as his entire village was now a pile of rubble, had clearly been exposed to the elements for several days if not more. His entire body shivered with trauma and likely starvation. But this was not a rescue operation. No. We needed him clear of the open streets, as he would draw unnecessary attention to our position. Best to give him a small ration of supplies and send him off to die on his journey to the next nearby village. Looking like a living cadaver, the Frenchman's feet drug his slumping frame over to a nearby smoldering pile of rubble that was once probably a very beautiful chateau. There among the remnants was a young girl who's arm was in a sling, and if the flies, maggots, and fetid stench were any indication, very likely gangrenous. Though the look in her sad and swollen eyes were that of sheer terror, we could tell that the Frenchman had hidden her there by way of being her father. Such a pitiful sight was this child that our medic insisted that he would at least try to administer relief for her wounds as he escorts them to safety from our immediate arena. The poor child barked in disobedience as her father drug her sternly by the arm, but she is eventually coaxed to follow her father and our medic. After a half an hour or so, our medic returns from his Samaritan duties... (2/3)

>>41427324
(3/3) We notice that his rifle his drawn to his forward rather than over his shoulder, and his brisk gate we took to mean that he had sighted the enemy approaching. On pure reflex we began to take positions, but upon trying to hail our medic, he kept at-pace without acknowledging us, stopping to pull a cigarette out of his sleeve, light it, and proceeded to take a deep draw from it as if supping from ambrosia itself. His posture demanded that we wait until he gathered himself, so we waited. He nearly finished the entire cigarette with just a few more deep inhales, then gives us his grim revelation. The child's wounds were the result of being torn by human teeth. Turns out she was the oldest of three, and her younger siblings had already been used as sustenance for their starving father, the youngest being only 13 months old. She told the medic where we would find the remains of her younger siblings. Upon this revelation, our medic emptied his rifle into the skull of the Frenchman with "extreme prejudice". The child was administered morpheme and allowed to inevitably pass due to massive blood loss. Let's just say that we were not inclined to report the incident to our superiors.

This is my first time ever posting on this board.
English is not my language so please be gentle

>be me
>6 or 7 y/o
>tiny kid visiting my aunt’s house in rural Spain, like 60 km from Madrid but basically middle of nowhere
>the classic old people village — nothing but fields, stray dogs, and abandoned buildings once you step outside of the main village
>back of the house has this big fence covered in plants
>there’s a small gate that leads to another street in the village
>playing near it with my cousin (she was like 10 years older)
>hear something moving behind the gate

>we look over
>big ass dog staring at us through the gate
>not aggressive, just standing there like some gentle forest spirit
>fluffy as hell, looked friendly
>tell my cousin we should feed it or play with it
>she’s like “no, don’t”
>tfw I just wanted a dog friend

>pic related looks like it, but the one I saw was orange-ish
>dog looked stray, no collar, kinda sad
>really wanted to adopt it
>cousin didn’t care, she eventually left me alone there (or at least that’s how it felt)
>I keep staring at the dog, debating if I should pet him
>dog eventually walks away
>call him back, call my cousin too
>no answer from either

>few minutes later I see my cousin behind the gate
>finally, she’s back! I want to keep playing
>but something feels... off
>she’s just standing there, staring at me
>not blinking, not smiling, just that weird expression that triggers every Uncanny Valley neuron in my tiny brain

>call her name
>no answer
>she keeps staring, doesn’t even move her lips
>I step outside to ask what’s wrong
>she slowly walks backwards as I get closer
>sometimes runs a few steps away but never breaks eye contact

>>41427182
>>Oracle
This made me tear up lol
>>41428811
Keepgoing

>>41429546
>>41428811
Sorry posted during work and got bussy

>that’s when I notice it
>she’s wearing a white dress
>my real cousin was wearing shorts and a white t-shirt
>brain.exe stops working
>too young to understand what’s happening
>only thought: “why is cousin mad at me?”

>she climbs this weird mound thing near a small park
>I try to follow, but it’s hard because I’m tiny and I end up falling down
>she looks pissed now
>starts making angry faces
>then she screams
>no actual words, just loud sounds like someone trying to talk but not knowing a single word
>noped the fuck out
>ran faster than my short legs ever did

>back to the house, through the gate
>rush inside, thinking WTF is happening
>enter the main house looking for some adults
>they’re in the kitchen
>my real cousin is there too
>wearing the shorts and t-shirt
>helping them make croquettes

>feel my soul leave my body
>“wtf.jpg”
>ask her why she screamed at me and changed clothes
>she just stares confused
>aunt and mom think it’s just kid imagination shit

>apparently she’d been in the kitchen the whole time since the dog showed up
>dog never came back either
>nor did the... whatever that was wearing her face

>never saw it again
>I still don’t know what the hell I saw
>maybe some random autistic girl who looked exactly like her?
>but why the same face, same hair, same eyes, and that dress?
>doppelgänger? skinwalker?
>idk man, I was just a kid
>been 20+ years and it still freaks me out

>Does anybody know anything related to Spanish/South-European folklore that could be related to this?

In a crumbling small town, three amateur Satanists—Mara, Leon, and Jude—found a thread on a hidden dark web forum titled:

Musica Satanam Invocans.

In it was a free download link for a file containing three music albums.

The thread came with the warning:
“Per auditum, transibit. Quod auditur, evocabitur.”
(Through hearing, it shall pass. What is heard, shall be summoned.)

Curious and reckless, they downloaded it and gathered in an abandoned church basement, candles lit, sigils drawn. They hit play.

As the music played, the air grew hotter. Mara’s nose bled. Shadows seemed to crawl. The walls sweated. Leon threw up black bile. Jude heard a creepy voice spoking his childhood sins aloud. Thoughts echoed. Regrets screamed. Another strange voice said each of their names, slowly… knowingly.

The room darkened.
And He arrived.

Not a monster—just a man in a flawless black suit. Eyes like dying stars.

“You listened,” he said. “That makes you mine.”

The candles blew out. The screams didn’t.

The next day, the church was empty. Only a charred laptop remained, its screen frozen on the message:

“He listens. Do you?”
With the link blinking on the screen.
Two months later, Jude was found wandering in a nearby town. He was dazed and only remembered what happened until the moment the figure appeared. He didn't know what happened with his two friends after that. They were never found again. Jude now lives in a mental institution.
The link is still active and free.
Would you dare listen?
Download at your own risk
This is the link:
https://www.mediafire.com/file/03xf34jntulg7bi/LFC_%2526_FCao.rar/file

>>41428847
based

>>41429871
>>41429883
incredibly gay, stop posting this trash

>>41429166
I've seen several stories on /x/ like this and there being no supernatural component makes me think they might be real. But it still makes me think, if they are real, what is the motivation? At best you'll get a car and whatever the people were carrying. Kidnapping/extortion? Rape/torture? It feels like if you can get this many people together to commit a crime, you might as well do something more profitable.

>>41429871
Wow! This is insane!

>>41428847
KING HIM
FUCK THAT BITCH
MAYBE LITERALLY

>>41393210
more info on this?

This isn't a greentext exactly it's more of a /r/ that I saw once. This might not be totally accurate because it's from memory

>Afghanistan/Iraq/one of those kinda countries
>Troop get sent to a village for a reason I can't recall
>Village is deserted
>Start exploring the buildings
>May or may not be food cooking in some of them I can't remember
>These weird spell things or trinkets of ill omen in different buildings start getting noticed
>Gradually all of the soldiers start acting batshit like Blair Witch staring at walls and stuff before going mental
>Whole thing is filmed through bodycam(s)
>Original backstory of why they were there was /x/ tier
>Then it evolved into, which I'm beginning to think is some glowie meme now because of how often it seems to come up, it's a "teaser from a movie/student project"
>But the production budget would have been way way too high for a shitty movie no one ever mentioned again and definitely for a student project
>Buildings all seemed completely legitimate and not a set
>All of the lingo was entirely accurate
>In the comments certain things were mentioned about camo and shit that you only get on the real deal and can't buy from Amazon
>Lots of different little things pointed to it not being 100% fake
>Even tiny details no one would bother with for a meme
>Never been able to find the video again and it seems like it's been scrubbed from the interwebs

It's a neat little video I think /x/ would appreciate it.

>>41417211
Yeah, sometimes when I close my eyes for too long, things look redder. But it fades quickly. The times this happened lasted for minutes and left me in this feeling of dread. I suppose it could just have been me freaking out about it, regardless, thanks for giving an explanation anon.

>>41399307
Your clearance would have been expired after that long dumbass

>>41409690
Not really

>>41413791
Story sucks

>>41433301
This one is fucking cool. I grew up near a reservation and always liked museums and going to pow wows and shit. Need to read more books about it.

>>41436324
and indian girls are pretty good for dating also in my experience they were open to kinky shit and some degenerate ideals and they are good looking young also they dont seem to really put much care into age gaps.

>>41385597
Woah. RIP Chun Xing :(