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I'm working on a scary story called "Friday Afternoon"

samid11 wrote:

PlutoIsHades wrote:

Bump.

OMG I'VE BEEN BUMPED!!!


... Why did you do that? 0_0

Because I wanted to bring it back to the front page.

Okay, the rake:

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.
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G0D_M0D3 wrote:

I want Jeff the Killer.

No pictures.

Thankz.

(I also have the rake, if anybody really wants it.)

Maybe I'll just post it.

I'll be right back.

Dude, Post Jeff the killer, but censor it :3 I'm DYING for someone to post a clean version. its a good read.

Bump.

I has another creepypasta I wrote (if you haven't NOTCED).

Diamonds by NeilWest

I booted up Minecraft, it was the latest game I was playing. If you were to say how far I was in the game judging by the ore I used, somewhere around gold. I looked down a new cave, mining resources along the way. Then a ravine. I made a staircase going down so I could get back up. The ravine was huge!

I looked for a waterfall, there I could swim up to new caves, finding more ores. I found one, I swam up cautiously, cobblestone in hand for any need of making a platform to land on. No need, the cave had a landing platform naturally made. I started to venture on, placing torches along my path.

I saw a creeper, I stood still and started hacking at it with my sword. This is Minecraft, so it wasn't unpleasant and gory and I managed to get some gunpowder for some TNT that might be useful later on. I continued on until I found some gold. There was smoke coming from underneath, so I ignored the cluster and moved on.

I saw some blue, could it be, diamonds? I made a path of cobblestone over the lava to reach it. False alarm, lapis lazuli. Still, it was valuable so I mined it anyway. I knew this cave was coming to an end, I had that feeling. I passed coal, iron (which I mined) and redstone but still no diamonds. I had ventured far enough.

I turned around when I saw a small opening which I had missed when going. I had no lava and the light must of been a dungeon. I sprinted down and yes, a dungeon. I just had to destroy that monster spawner. Luckily it was only zombies so it wasn't much of a challenge.

I opened the chest, found the usual; iron ingots, saddles for riding on pigs, string for making fishing rods - nothing out of the ordinary for me. I was about to turn back when I stood on a pressure plate and suddenly, with sticky pistons, the dungeon just cracked open and I fell through a hole until reaching bedrock.

What had I gotten myself into? There was no wood for a ladder, and my pickaxe was close to an end. I just opened the door beside me, hoping it would reach an exit. It shortly came to a minecart and after pressing a button next to me, I was off on the track, speeding through a tunnel full of multi-coloured wool.

I came to a stop and I saw a glint in the gloom beside me, diamonds. It was a large vein, and I harvested around 20 or so diamond gems. I pressed the button next the my minecart to head back, but thanks to the magic of pistons, gallons of lava was rushing for me.

It was inevitable, I was cornered, there was un-breakable bedrock beneath me, lava was constantly pouring towards me and my pickaxe was a goner. Then there was a laugh. I was in single-player mode but still, a character jumped in front of me. He was familiar, he was Herobrine.

The game-over screen came straight away. It wasn't the end of the world at least. It was just a game. I went for some groceries and when I opened the door, Herobrine was there, just in human form. He still had a tatty blue t-shirt and piercing white eyes, but - more humanoid.

He just started following me, but what was weird was he could break anything, but broken into blocks. Just one punch it would crumble away. It reminded me of Minecraft, punching blocks for resources. He then punched me.


Well? Scary eh?

Last edited by NeilWest (2012-02-04 15:58:23)

samid11 wrote:

G0D_M0D3 wrote:

I want Jeff the Killer.

No pictures.

Thankz.

(I also have the rake, if anybody really wants it.)

Maybe I'll just post it.

I'll be right back.

Dude, Post Jeff the killer, but censor it :3 I'm DYING for someone to post a clean version. its a good read.

I'll try 

Agentpieface wrote:

Jeff the Killer
I haven't read this one before, so tell me if it isn't the right one    and I think it is all clean...

After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer's attacks and bravely tells his story.

"I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night," says the boy, "I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That's when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up, and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren't regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black and... just plain out terrified me. That's when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.

"He said, 'Go To Sleep.' I let out a scream, that's what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife; aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me. That's when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad's shoulder. The man probably would've finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn't alerted the police.

"They drove into the parking lot, and ran towards the door. The man turned and ran down the hallway. I heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw the window that was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked out it to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing, I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that psychotic smile. They will never leave my head."

Police still are on the look out for this man. If you see anyone that fits the description in this story, please contact your local police department.

I don't think that's it.

But I've seen the picture.

Do not want.

I miss the old scary story thread :"(

oh. sorry XD

G0D_M0D3 wrote:

yomomma21 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

NO. I nearly threw up reading that...

I read that to my 7-year old sister.

She loved it.

We don't have cupcakes



here in the the rainbow factory.

G0D_M0D3 wrote:

Cupcakes: [removed because evil]

Warning: Contains extreme amount of blood and gore. And organ jokes. *laughs* Oh, and RainbowDash gets killed and eaten by Pinkie Pie (who has done this to many, many other ponies.)

Woahwoahwoah

Delete that obscene post young man.

Last edited by Luke121 (2012-02-04 18:33:03)

samid11 wrote:

Agentpieface wrote:

oh. sorry XD

it's ok :3 The original pasta is AWESOME because it tells why he became insane and scary-looking

tl;dr