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stor wrote:

Shadowsonics wrote:

stor wrote:

Do I care? + What have I broke anyway?

Sunrise-Moon wrote:

4. No "Ha ha, I'm so cool so I'll write a horror story that's actually just supposed to be stupid and funny" stories.

If justain Beiber cornered YOU in an alleyway, would you be scared?

stor wrote:

Do I care?

(In need for a good title)

I was in my house, using the computer. I was alone, as my mom and Dad went to work and my sisters were over at some friends house. The lights were off. The curtains were drawn.

My eyes were glued onto the screen, reading some article about ghosts. I didn't believe in ghosts. I sniggered at that silly article.

Something moved in the corners of my eyes. I looked around, looking for the source of moving. I figured it was a car through the window. But something bothered me in the back of my mind; the curtains were closed.

I blacked out.

I was dreaming. There was an old lady in my house, in my living room. I could see the spot where my computer is now. She was sitting on a couch, humming and knitting. Suddenly, something moved behind her, like how something moved behind me. She glanced behind here couch, and uncertainly went back to her knitting, but she wasn't humming.

She collapsed.

An old man appeared in front of her. He was transparent and ghostly and... he had no eyes. He grabbed something from his pocket - a knife.

Suddenly I understood.

I willed myself to wake up, but it was hard to do.

I finally did, and I saw... The old lady. She was staring down at me, a look of hatred on her face. And, just as the old man in the dream did, she had no eyes. She was holding up her knitting sticks, going to stab my eyes out. I was scared to death.

I tried to look behind me, but I couldn't move my body. But I could turn my head just enough to see a pencil on the computer desk. It was my only hope. I fought against the force keeping me still, and grabbed the pencil. I stabbed the old lady.

There was an unbearable wail of distress from the ghost.

I blacked out.

I woke up in my kitchen. I was sitting on a chair. My mother had my back turned to me, washing some dishes. I said "Mom, uh-" and she turned to me. She had no eyes.

The ghost had succeeded. The curse of this house would live on.

Hey, it's my first try 

Last edited by geohendan (2011-09-05 10:52:04)

Err, can sombody post The Rake without the images (the version from the creepypasta wiki). The picture freaked me out, and I closed the window out. Pictues freak me out, not stories.

My first try. Yes, I know, it's stupid.



-Joey-

Ring, Ring! The PokeGear was ringing; I picked it up.

"Hey! It's Joey! My Rattata is different from other Rattatas. It's like my Rattata is in the top percentage of all Rattatas. You know what I'm talking about? Okay bye!"
Weird. He just called me a few minutes ago... Ring, Ring! The Pokegear was ringing again!
"Hey! It's Joey! My Rattata is different from other Rattatas. It's like-"
I threw the Pokegear on the ground and smashed it. Darn it! That thing cost a lot of money. I thought.


At night, I saw a bloody Rattata outside with a boy in shorts next to it. It looked like it was in the top percentage...

CosmicProjectz wrote:

My first try. Yes, I know, it's stupid.



-Joey-

Ring, Ring! The PokeGear was ringing; I picked it up.

"Hey! It's Joey! My Rattata is different from other Rattatas. It's like my Rattata is in the top percentage of all Rattatas. You know what I'm talking about? Okay bye!"
Weird. He just called me a few minutes ago... Ring, Ring! The Pokegear was ringing again!
"Hey! It's Joey! My Rattata is different from other Rattatas. It's like-"
I threw the Pokegear on the ground and smashed it. Darn it! That thing cost a lot of money. I thought.


At night, I saw a bloody Rattata outside with a boy in shorts next to it. It looked like it was in the top percentage...

kimmy123 wrote:

CosmicProjectz wrote:

My first try. Yes, I know, it's stupid.



-Joey-

Ring, Ring! The PokeGear was ringing; I picked it up.

"Hey! It's Joey! My Rattata is different from other Rattatas. It's like my Rattata is in the top percentage of all Rattatas. You know what I'm talking about? Okay bye!"
Weird. He just called me a few minutes ago... Ring, Ring! The Pokegear was ringing again!
"Hey! It's Joey! My Rattata is different from other Rattatas. It's like-"
I threw the Pokegear on the ground and smashed it. Darn it! That thing cost a lot of money. I thought.


At night, I saw a bloody Rattata outside with a boy in shorts next to it. It looked like it was in the top percentage...

Thanks 

*nukes the 60 second rule*

Fttt. Is these had pictures, I would be screaming. But, they don't, so too bad. The Scary Maze Game is, though. Was it Bloody Mary that popped up at the end?

kimmy123 wrote:

owetre18 wrote:

Err, can sombody post The Rake without the images (the version from the creepypasta wiki). The picture freaked me out, and I closed the window out. Pictures freak me out, not stories.

Code:

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, human-like creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.

Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of their encounters with a creature of unknown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some excerpts from their upcoming book.

The Rake

A Suicide Note: 1964

As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.

‘Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’

A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880

I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).

A Mariner’s Log: 1691

He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.

From a Witness: 2006

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.

I screamed and ran for the light switch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.

What did the picture look like?

kimmy123 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

kimmy123 wrote:

Code:

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, human-like creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.

Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of their encounters with a creature of unknown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some excerpts from their upcoming book.

The Rake

A Suicide Note: 1964

As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.

‘Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’

A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880

I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).

A Mariner’s Log: 1691

He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.

From a Witness: 2006

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I apologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.

I screamed and ran for the light switch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.

What did the picture look like?

v Scary pictures v
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KruAAEww8Qk/T … ckyMan.jpg
http://images.wikia.com/theslenderman/i … Rake01.jpg
http://images.wikia.com/creepypasta/ima … o1_500.jpg
^ Scary pictures ^

Im too scared to look at them.....

CosmicProjectz wrote:

Fttt. Is these had pictures, I would be screaming. But, they don't, so too bad. The Scary Maze Game is, though. Was it Bloody Mary that popped up at the end?

No, it's that girl from The Exorcist. Forgot her name, though.

The first link and the one on the creepypasta page are really scary. Those are... well, I don't approve of using pictures to scare people, but that's like accompaniment, not scare.

Also, Chuck Norris uses the Rake as his Rake.

And the Rake was posted on this thread before, and I made the exact same joke.

infinite_minus_zero wrote:

I think one of my favorites on this topic has got to be the Rake.    (just so you know, ive been kind of stalking this forum. I ve beeen looking at it for stories,i may post one soon, idk)

The Rake is cool. So cool.

It's one of the only decent creepypasta, along with Majora's Mask, the Russian Sleep Experiment and possibly the one about the hotel and lock and red eye and the one about the hunter and the portraits and the windows.

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