Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Donnie Darko]

There's this video called "Go to sleep" on youtube and it scares the absolute crap out of me. If anyone watches it message me or post here telling what you thought of it.. Hopefully I'm not the only one who gets creeped out by it.

[JuneyAmy]

There's this video called "Go to sleep" on youtube and it scares the absolute crap out of me. If anyone watches it message me or post here telling what you thought of it.. Hopefully I'm not the only one who gets creeped out by it.

is it with or without sound?
cauz im on ipad, and it morning,and my step sister is still asleep, and i have no headphones..

[Blurred]

You didn't know there was a lost episode, did you? You lucky son of a gun. The following entries come from my friend's journal, shortly before his death...
February 2, 2011

Today I got BitTorrent. Downloaded a file saying "Friendship is Magic: The Complete First Season". I'm kinda excited to view it since I don't even think the whole season's out yet.

February 3, 2011

Wanted to view my torrent today but I had all kinds of crap to do. Maybe tomorrow.

February 4, 2011

Alright, what the hell is up with BitTorrent? How do you use this thing? Man, I should have researched before trying it...

February 5, 2011

Today I saw "BitTorrent for Dummies" at the store. Jackpot. Reading it now, I think I can use it now...

February 6, 2011

Ha ha, this is freakin' awesome! Already saw six episodes, including one that's not even out yet!

February 7, 2011

Why has my torrent all of a sudden started going slow? The quality's started going down too. Maybe it's something with my computer...

February 8, 2011

Viewed the torrent data today. It lists 27 episodes, despite the fact that 26 were announced. That's odd.

5:29 p.m.

Oh my god.

February 9, 2011

I've been haunted...

February 10, 2011

How much more can I take?

February 11, 2011

Is she dead?

Am I?

My friend's death was on February 12, 2011.


Now, here's some info about the actual episode.

I went into his computer, where the episode was disguised as "Math Project.exe" (it was a pretty clever disguise, I didn't even think it was the file before I went into BitTorrent saw it listed after episode #26). I clicked on it, and it opened a .wmv file, despite any normal file saying it was not capable to be viewed. Does BitTorrent even use .wmv? The episode cut directly to the theme song...but the theme song was backwards. I reversed the audio, but then it went silent. I reversed it back, in which it was still backwards, but better then having no sound at all.

The screen suddenly went blank. It cut to Twilight Sparkle, looking depressed...in full-screen. I had never set it to full-screen, I wasn't even touching the damn thing. I was already creeped out. Twilight turned her head, in which a cracking sound was heard. Oh my god. I thought. I think I'm gonna be sick... It showed a graveyard, which said "R.I.P..." and the rest of the name was covered in dirt. Everypony was there, though. I couldn't remember a face that wasn't there. Every OC I had ever seen. Doctor Whooves. DJ PON-3. They were all there, just looking like all purpose in life had been destroyed. Twilight moaned...her face turned blue...

That's when I realized...the ponies were all zombies. There was just one they were trying to bring back from the dead. It was like an apocalypse. I heard a gunshot and screamed. The grave was opened. It was someone I couldn't tell...they were wearing a black mask, and the only sign of them was their red legs.

Then, my computer started to act up. It popped up a window.

"Windows Media Player is not responding. If you close now, you will lose any unsaved data."

I noticed the typo...another message popped up.

"You noticed me..."

The message immediately closed, and the video continued on, but now cut to a black message:

"You are a pirate, and a pirate is free...but not if he resists. The end is neigh...your days are numbered. Run, little boy."

I believed the message...I know it will happen one day...

The Big Poopy will find us all.

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[ayato]

ok,just a couple days ago (this is really true) i was telling my friend the humans can lick too story.we came on here but this forum was impossible too find.i went through all my posts because i knew i posted here but i couldnt find it anywhere.its back now. how wierd is that!?!?

[glitter.]

I saw the Go To Sleep video and I laughed my head off. The picture of "Jeff the Killer" was so hilarious. It was photoshopped obviously. XD I'm weird. I laugh at things like that.

[MochicaMomo]

Nothing really has happened to me but one I woke up around 1 or 2 in the morning and felt something walking on my legs. Like a cat. I peeked out and there was nothing there. What ever it was kept walking on my legs for another 40 minutes before in vanished
My friend swore up and down that she felt something tugging on her shirt during the night and her brother heard voices coming from the kitchen the same night even though his sister was in her room and their parents where gone
Lastly my other friend woke up around 1 or 2 and rolled over on his side. There was a skeleton next to him that had not been there when he fell asleep. The creepiest thing was it was skipping and he was not high

[aswertyuiol]

I found this on Creepypasta

I’m going to get started by saying im not really into superstition. I have always been a person to shoot down stories and ideas about the supernatural. I’m still not so sure im a believer, but what I do know is that something happened to my brother that I cannot exactly explain.

My brother Bill isn’t exactly the most normal person in the world, he’s a borderline schizophrenic, so he can get a bit “odd” at times, like saying he sees weird stuff, and randomly talking to himself, so my mother put him on medication. Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother to death and he’s a great kid, he just gets annoying with certain things. He is obsessed with all weird stuff like dreams and meditation. The last 11 years he has kept journals, religiously. What you are about to read is his final journal entry. I have not edited, changed, or fixed anything about this entry. For personal reasons I will leave the dates of this incident out.


-For about the last five years I’ve thoroughly been practicing, and have become relatively good at Lucid dreaming. If your unaware as to what Lucid dreaming is, it is the ability to understand when your dreaming while your asleep, making you become in control of your own dreaming experience. That’s not important, but the point im trying to make is that I’ve become very aware as to when im dreaming and when im not. The last year and a half I’ve practiced the art of Chakra. Chakra is comprised of about seven centers of psychoactive energy, which you can learn to calm your body in these areas to a state where you can cause Astral Projection, in other words, have an outer body experiences on demand. The only problem is that it’s completely different from Lucid dreaming, and you can screw this up, really bad, then your in some serious trouble. I’m sure some people have seen the movie “Insidious”. While some found it pretty scary and some found it stupid, the movie offers one concept that is very scary. The little boy in the movie projects himself too far, can’t make it back to his body, then goes into a coma. But this scary part is, that can actually happen when you project too far out of your boundaries. That part of the movie is eerily true.

When you project, all of your senses are heightened significantly, you can hear things miles away, smell things miles away, emotions are much, much stronger. When I used to project, I would do it during the daytime while I was in a happy state of mind, usually in a well lit room where I could focus and not feel too confined. The farthest I’ve made it was about 4 feet from my body, while that sounds lame and all, it’s actually very invigorating and exciting. It’s almost as you can feel your body being lifted out of itself, only to be a better feeling version of yourself. I became obsessed with it and kept practicing. Then one night I wandered a bit too far out of my boundaries, and I witnessed something that I will never forget.

I tried doing it at night for a change, before I went to sleep, while I was incredibly depressed about an issue id rather not get into, but I decided to do it anyway. I started off in my computer chair in my room around midnight. Sometimes it can take a very long time before you can project properly. I put myself into complete relaxation, I felt my body numbing itself slowly from my forehead all the way down to my toes. After about forty five minutes, I started to feel myself lift. I became lighter, my problems went away, I felt like I was completely high off life, I was in a completely different state of mind. I floated in front of my body to where I could see myself sitting in my computer chair, with my school books scattered all over my desk after my pitiful attempt to complete my statistics homework. Then I started to move towards my back wall, reaching about roughly four feet from my body. So I decided to go farther, and outside the wall of my room to the pouring rain outside. I’ve never traveled outside, but I know become the farther you move away from your body, the less control you feel you have. It’s almost as if your power to move yourself becomes more and more depleted.

Depending on the person who is projecting and how experienced they are, time can either move much slower or much faster. In my case since I’m not exactly qualified as “experienced” time moves significantly faster for me. If you can picture a stopwatch, the speed at which seconds move is about the time it takes minutes to change for me.

I looked peaceful sleeping, our great dane laying right next to my chair. By this point in the night all the lights in my house are out, and everyone is asleep. Then something incredibly horrifying happened. I saw a tall man enter into my room very slowly. I did not recognize him at all, he was an old sickly looking man with white hair and dressed in a full black suit. He walked into my room and stopped right in front of my computer chair, where I was sitting. My dog woke up immediately, My first thought is this guy must of broken into my home, my dog is going to go nuts. No. What happened was the complete opposite that informed me that if something wasn’t seriously wrong already, now it was. My dog immediately stood up, stuck his tail in between his legs, and pissed all over my floor. It wasn’t like he had an accident, we have a doggy door and he is more than trained to use it. His legs were shivering uncontrollably and walked out of my room, he knew something was wrong with this man. I completely thought I was going to shut down as I starred at him while I hovered out my window. I thought to myself can this guy see me? How did he get into my home? How did my mother and father not see him come in? He didn’t look like he was in any shape to make a forcible entry. But he had a very creepy demeanor to him that made me horrified. As I watched him, he didn’t move, not a single muscle. He stood in front of my chair staring at me his eyes locked on my body as if he were watching television. As I looked at my clock I could see the time flying by, he still stood, hours went by, he still stood. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t get back to my body, I felt immobile, paralyzed, forced to watch this unknown being relentlessly stare at my body as I watched. As the time hit 5 am, my brother walked into my room, the man didn’t move. My brother walked right by the man to my dresser where I hide my playboys. He was no more than 1 foot away from my brother still staring at me. Then my brother looked at me sleeping, walked over to my body and slapped my face to wake up, he probably just thought I fell asleep in my chair. I couldn’t feel anything, from where I was projecting, I felt nothing connected with my body. My brother slapped me again, this time harder, at this point he is directly next to the tall man. Then my brother walked out of my room. He didn’t see him. He didn’t even make an indication that SOMETHING could possibly be wrong. Whoever or whatever this thing is, my brother can’t see him, but my dog could? What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On.

I am absolutely petrified by this point, I’m on the verge of crying, I’m helpless, I just want to scream but I can’t, I just want to get back to my body and snap out of this, but I can’t. Then I notice the minutes stop moving fast, they stop at 6:12 am. Then I could feel the rain stop, what’s going on? I still can’t make my way in my room so I can’t be snapping out of it. Then all my sound stops. Completely. I can’t hear anything or sense anything, as if you were to put a television on mute. The man turned very slowly and looked directly at me out the window, as if he knew I was there the whole time. He is hideous now that I can get a better look at him. His hair is disheveled, his eyes looked sucked back into their sockets, and his face is full of old wrinkles and scars. His eyes lock with me, and he smiles, not a happy looking smile, the type of eerie smile that seems to stretch from ear to ear with a sort of demented meaning to it. Then he put his finger to his mouth as to “SSHHHHH” me, then he turns and walks out of my room slowly with the door closing behind him, without him touching it. The next blink I took I was shoved back into my body and jolted up like I’d been hit with a shot of adrenaline.

I ran out of my room to try and catch the man. Nothing. I checked my whole house. Nothing. I thought immediately that it was a dream, An incredibly vivid dream. Until I walked back into my room and stepped in something wet, then smelled it, it was urine. I frozen with shock, I didn’t know what to think, I went to see if my magazines were missing from what I remembered. I checked my dresser, it was gone, thats when I noticed next to my homework a piece of paper I didn’t recognize. I picked it up, the wording was a bit scratchy, it read “ You’ll be with me soon enough, the sights of hell bring its viewers back in”. I can’t tell anyone about this. I think I’m finally losing it.

That’s where the journal entry ends. It’s the last one in his book and I’m not sure what to make of all of this. I know nothing about Lucid Dreaming or Astral Projection. I’m writing this for help. My brother Bill passed away 4 days after this final journal entry. He died in his sleep, he was 18 years old and never had a cigarette or drank a beer in his life, he never had health complications.
Perhaps ill see him again in my dreams…

[Awkwardly Awkward]

{I now find myself watching my bedroom door intently...Good story...}

[ayato]

any1 else got some scary stories?

[ayato]

any1 else got some scary stories?