Scratch

samurai768 wrote:

GLaDOS2 wrote:

samurai768 wrote:

Safe
[insert story here]

QUICK PLAY LAVENDER TOWN BACKWARDS IT BRINGS THE DEAD BACK TO LIFE LIKE LAVENDER TOWN SYNDROME NEVER HAPPENED!!

Immediately what I thought after reading. WUT

(Played backward, you return from nothingess, you rise from your grave, your friends stop mourning you, you resume your life, your wounds heal.)

Did you like it? (insert awesome face here)

yes, but who's thomas white?

samurai768 wrote:

GLaDOS2 wrote:

samurai768 wrote:

Safe
[insert story here]

QUICK PLAY LAVENDER TOWN BACKWARDS IT BRINGS THE DEAD BACK TO LIFE LIKE LAVENDER TOWN SYNDROME NEVER HAPPENED!!

Immediately what I thought after reading. WUT

(Played backward, you return from nothingess, you rise from your grave, your friends stop mourning you, you resume your life, your wounds heal.)

Did you like it? (insert awesome face here)

Yes. It made sense, instead of a few other creepypastas I could name, but they weren't written by any Scratchers.

banana500 wrote:

samurai768 wrote:

helltank wrote:

Story removed for the sake of space. (Doppleganger)

Ha! It's July and I'm thirteen 

Safe
(story)

Holy moly, that was amazing.

Thank you    I've been thinking about writing that story for a while now xD

Last edited by samurai768 (2011-07-21 16:22:50)

GLaDOS2 wrote:

I NOW KNOW WHY YOU SHOULDN'T LISTEN TO HYPNO'S LULLABY.
o_o

Crying obsidian is real. It was just removed from the game.

You are correct. I looked it up. 

GLaDOS2 wrote:

I NOW KNOW WHY YOU SHOULDN'T LISTEN TO HYPNO'S LULLABY.
o_o

Its insanely loud.

samurai768 wrote:

helltank wrote:

Nobody commented on my Doppelganger story 

I did 

It was really cool 

agreed

Has anyone ever heard of a Pokemon creepypasta called Glitchlett?

I just read it again. Now, it's one of my favorite creepypastas ever. My two all-time faves are BEN and Come Follow Me.

GLaDOS2 wrote:

banana500 wrote:

samurai768 wrote:

Ha! It's July and I'm thirteen 

Safe
(story)

Holy moly, that was amazing.

Anyways, here's a story for you all.


[insert story]

Sounds kind of like the Rise of The Planet of the Apes, but the man used on himself.

Guess you're right about that.

Another story, lovely people of Earth.


My older brother, Sam, had gone missing about seven years ago, when I was twelve. He was 18 at the time, and he went to his longtime friend, Anthony's house one day, but never came back. People think that he's dead, but no one ever found the body, even Anthony doesn't know what happened. He always had a stuttering and worried tone whenever anyone brought the subject up, though.

My mother and I refuse to believe that he's dead, though. I've always been waiting for him to come home, but I was beginning to doubt that would ever happen. I would go into his old room all the time, and look through his old stuff. Now, I am 19, and a college junior, so I don't really have a lot of time at home anymore.

However, I did come visit during the holidays in December. At first I was excited, but my mom was in a very bad mood. She started to cry, and I asked her what was wrong. She told me that Anthony had just commited suicide by hanging himself, for unknown reasons. He was only 25. The next day we went to his funeral.

His parents were the most depressed ones of them all. I asked them about what had happened, but they didn't want to talk about it. I asked Anthony's younger brother, Manny, if he knew anything. He told me that Anthony told the entire family that he needed to do something, and after that he locked himself in his room and never came out. When his parents came into his room by breaking down the door, they found him hanging from the ceiling by a noose on his neck.

Manny also told me that the last thing he said to his family was "I need to be with someone. You've been great."

After the funeral, I went back up to Sam's old room, to see if I could finally solve this. When I went to his drawer, I found something I never noticed before: a note.

It read: "To anyone who reads this: I have left because of a recent and unfortunate event." After that was exactly what Manny told me that Anthony said before he hanged himself: "I need to be with someone. You've been great." After that was Sam's signature.

Then it hit me. I remember that Sam's former girlfriend had died in a car accident a month before Sam. Sam loved her a lot, which explains what really happened to him: he suicided to be with her again--forever.

Anthony, upon Sam's suicide, hanged himself so as to join his best friend.

"Mom!" I called from Sam's room, but there was no answer. "Mom!" I shouted again. I ran downstairs to show her the note, but then I saw something that haunted me forever.

Mom was lying facedown on the table, knife in hand. Next to her was a note:

"I need to be with someone. You've been great."

=Untouched Things=
  My name is Richard Thompson. I am, or rather, I used to be an inventor. A scientist. I created various wonderful things, from a clock that crawled around, its wooden feet clacking noisily on my metal lab table, requiring only a turn of a crank daily to power its mass of gears, to a crackling glass box of trapped photons and electrons that shimmered wildly, providing, essentially, free illumination.
  When I started on a project, I did not end it until the product was finished. I became obsessed with the project. Eventually, the time came where I began to work on a Revolutionary Project. Every scientist has one. Some scientists claim theirs was a perpetual motion device. Some say theirs was a device to go past the speed of light, or to make teleportation possible.
  Mine was rather odd:to walk on light. I figured that light, like everything else, was made out of particles. And particles, if packed sufficiently closely together, was solid. Imagine the possibilities if I could walk on light! Just imagine. I could walk into space; I could touch the stars.
  And most of all, I could walk on a rainbow. Yes, that was my greatest belief. Walking on rainbows, to hunt for pots of gold! Every child's dream, finally come true. To my surprise, after seven years of work, a device that worked flawlessly was completed. It is nigh impossible to express how excited I was. Naturally, after initial experiments, I headed for a rainbow.
  Rain soon came, and rain soon ended. And a rainbow was there. Just there, in my grasp, within my reach. Many people say walking on sunshine fills you with happiness. I do not know, for I was too filled with excitement on my way across the rainbow. And on my way back, I was running, running for my life, and not in any condition to taste this euphoria. And I assure you, when you have heard my story, you would not even presume suggesting that I walk the many colored beam again.
  For at the end of it was not a pot of gold. It was a great nothingness. How foolish I was, not to realize it. Does a rainbow not fade into thin air, disappear into nowhere? It was white all around, with nothing in sight. Hardly the treasure I was expecting. When I turned back, all I found was blank wall.
  At this point I started worrying. What if I never came back to Earth? But I trusted everything would work out. I was not walking into a haunted house. No creaky wooden door had slammed shut behind me. But doors can be opened, and walls cannot.
  I wish walls could.
  For soon there came a most monstrous creature, blasphemy in its mortal form, pain solidified, terror materialized, shadow made real. It lived in this realm, this dimension of white. You see, despite those old fables, light, here in this terrible universe, was not pure, and good, and righteous.
  Light was to them as Darkness was to us. It was evil, mevolent, corrupted, twisted, lurking. You may find this hard to believe. I do not blame you. But regardless, the creature thrust blindly in my direction, milky white orbs seeking to find prey. This was where I gave in to a primal fear, and, pulling out a torchlight-why did I bring that torchlight? If only I had not-shone it in the face of the abomination.
  It was terrifying, horrific. The beast fed hungrily upon the light. Even though I had a full battery, in mere seconds, the torchlight was dead. The monster began to evolve, transform, distort, turn into something a million times more terrible. It grew limbs, its face turning into insanity itself.
  I ran.
  It was by a wild guess that I got out, at all. Shadows. It fed on light, so, logically, it must hate shadows, the opposite of light. Praying that this creature was stupid and followed only its instincts, to kill and devour, I flung my useless torchlight at it. Its mouth open, revealing rows upon rows of bloody jaws, at impossible angles, seemingly overlapping, and out shone a ray of light, covering the torchlight, blinding me.
  As everyone knows, where there is light so powerful, there is shadow equally powerful. The shadow spread, enveloped everything, blanketed the creature, who howled in pain and rage and thrashed its arms, seeking to fight the darkness.
  The wall parted, like a curtain, allowing me to walk through. I did, sprinting toward the other end, the safe end.
  For obvious reasons, I disposed of the device that allowed me to walk on light in the first place. But sometimes I wonder about that creature. I'm fairly certain that it eventually managed to drive the shadows away, sealing the wall in the process. But there is that slim chance that in an effort to escape the shadows, it ran through the hole, the portal between its world of blankness and our world... which was full of Light, it's sole food.
  We can only hope.

imnotbob wrote:

banana500 wrote:

GLaDOS2 wrote:

Sounds kind of like the Rise of The Planet of the Apes, but the man used on himself.

Guess you're right about that.

Another story, lovely people of Earth.


My older brother, Sam, had gone missing about seven years ago, when I was twelve. He was 18 at the time, and he went to his longtime friend, Anthony's house one day, but never came back. People think that he's dead, but no one ever found the body, even Anthony doesn't know what happened. He always had a stuttering and worried tone whenever anyone brought the subject up, though.

My mother and I refuse to believe that he's dead, though. I've always been waiting for him to come home, but I was beginning to doubt that would ever happen. I would go into his old room all the time, and look through his old stuff. Now, I am 19, and a college junior, so I don't really have a lot of time at home anymore.

However, I did come visit during the holidays in December. At first I was excited, but my mom was in a very bad mood. She started to cry, and I asked her what was wrong. She told me that Anthony had just commited suicide by hanging himself, for unknown reasons. He was only 25. The next day we went to his funeral.

His parents were the most depressed ones of them all. I asked them about what had happened, but they didn't want to talk about it. I asked Anthony's younger brother, Manny, if he knew anything. He told me that Anthony told the entire family that he needed to do something, and after that he locked himself in his room and never came out. When his parents came into his room by breaking down the door, they found him hanging from the ceiling by a noose on his neck.

Manny also told me that the last thing he said to his family was "I need to be with someone. You've been great."

After the funeral, I went back up to Sam's old room, to see if I could finally solve this. When I went to his drawer, I found something I never noticed before: a note.

It read: "To anyone who reads this: I have left because of a recent and unfortunate event." After that was exactly what Manny told me that Anthony said before he hanged himself: "I need to be with someone. You've been great." After that was Sam's signature.

Then it hit me. I remember that Sam's former girlfriend had died in a car accident a month before Sam. Sam loved her a lot, which explains what really happened to him: he suicided to be with her again--forever.

Anthony, upon Sam's suicide, hanged himself so as to join his best friend.

"Mom!" I called from Sam's room, but there was no answer. "Mom!" I shouted again. I ran downstairs to show her the note, but then I saw something that haunted me forever.

Mom was lying facedown on the table, knife in hand. Next to her was a note:

"I need to be with someone. You've been great."

whoa 

Lol your sig fits the post really well 

samid11 wrote:

Hypnos lullabye

Come little children, come with me
Safe and happy, you will be
Away from home, now let us run
With Hypno, you'll have so much fun


Oh, little children, please don't cry
Hypno wouldn't hurt a fly
Be free to frolic, be free to play
Come with me to my cave to stay


Oh, little children, please don't squirm
These ropes, I know, will hold you firm
Now look to me, the pendant calls
Back and forth, your eyelids fall


Oh, little children, you cannot leave
For you, your families will grieve
Minds unravelling at the seams
Allowing me to haunt their dreams


Do not wail and do not weep
It's time for you to go to sleep
Little children, you were not clever
Now you'll stay with me forever

sounds like a metallica song lol.

and maybe its just me, but your signature reminds me of the story lol.