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littletonkslover wrote:

What makes a creepypasta a creepypasta


i like to write but idk if i'd be good at a "pasta" as you kids call them

i shouldnt have named the topic "user-made creepypasta" because thats just not what it is
anyway as long as your story is moderately scary or even just disturbing and doesnt use worn out ideas like lost episodes, haunted video games, creepy tv shows, generic demons, people without eyes, etc then youve got yourself a decent creation

I may or may not have written a "fanfic" for somelia that turned into a bad pasta about me. 

777w wrote:

mythbusteranimator wrote:

I may or may not have written a "fanfic" for somelia that turned into a bad pasta about me. 

link man
do it
for science

I can't. I got demoted on a forum because of it. 

WEEGEISSPARTA IS REALLY WEIRD AND GOT ATTACKED BY AN UNORIGINAL CREEPYPASTA CHARACTER THE END

I hope it was offensive and scary enough!

I found it good, but I wish 99% someone wouldn't write a "lost episode" thing. 

Wickimen wrote:

WEEGEISSPARTA IS REALLY WEIRD AND GOT ATTACKED BY AN UNORIGINAL CREEPYPASTA CHARACTER THE END

I hope it was offensive and scary enough!

That was the second most hideous and non-offensive thing I have ever seen.

PUT SOME REAL EFFORT INTO IT.

NeilWest wrote:

Kill List

My brother died last night (he had heart problems lately) and I got a strange book in his will, it had no title, and no author, so it must've been his. Probably a notebook or diary of some sort, but when I opened the book, there was some instructions,

Dearest user,

You have obtained the one-of-a-kind Kill List. This can cause major disruption in one's lives, or be a giant benefit in a world of handicaps and misfortune. Use wisely, and prepare to bring the consequences upon yourself for what you may do.

Write a name and the person that you have wrote down will die, perferably something suitable, like drowning when swimming or when not possible for any other type of death to be possible, heart failure.

If you are not the established owner, please take some time to think about what you're going to do and what they may do to effect your life. Leave it? Or read on to find out the answers to one of life's greatest mysteries - death.

Owner: (crossed out and unreadable names) Mike Hart(my brother?)

This shocked me, my brother, killing people? But, I wanted to know the consequences of what might happen if I read on - I decided to do so, unwillingly. I was about to discover the dark side of my brother's satisfactory lifestyle.

Fortunately, the names of the past users weren't there, so I was straight at my brother's list. It was really strange that he had killed (roughly) twenty people, as he didn't seem like that kind of person.

There was a list, and here it is (with cause of death included)

Bob Jenkins Suicide
Dan West Drowning
Gareth Freeman Blood Loss
Mary Hartshaw Choking
Patrick Hart Car Crash
Sally Young Ran Over
(more names that I don't know)
Mike Hart Heart Failure

Why would he kill himself? This didn't seem logical, unless he wanted to end what he had done - but that wasn't really nessecary. Then, when I turned to the first page, I saw my brothers name crossed out and mine drawn in, with a note at the side,

Carry on what I have ended.

END.

MORE MORE!

NeilWest wrote:

Kill List

My brother died last night (he had heart problems lately) and I got a strange book in his will, it had no title, and no author, so it must've been his. Probably a notebook or diary of some sort, but when I opened the book, there was some instructions,

Dearest user,

You have obtained the one-of-a-kind Kill List. This can cause major disruption in one's lives, or be a giant benefit in a world of handicaps and misfortune. Use wisely, and prepare to bring the consequences upon yourself for what you may do.

Write a name and the person that you have wrote down will die, perferably something suitable, like drowning when swimming or when not possible for any other type of death to be possible, heart failure.

If you are not the established owner, please take some time to think about what you're going to do and what they may do to effect your life. Leave it? Or read on to find out the answers to one of life's greatest mysteries - death.

Owner: (crossed out and unreadable names) Mike Hart(my brother?)

This shocked me, my brother, killing people? But, I wanted to know the consequences of what might happen if I read on - I decided to do so, unwillingly. I was about to discover the dark side of my brother's satisfactory lifestyle.

Fortunately, the names of the past users weren't there, so I was straight at my brother's list. It was really strange that he had killed (roughly) twenty people, as he didn't seem like that kind of person.

There was a list, and here it is (with cause of death included)

Bob Jenkins Suicide
Dan West Drowning
Gareth Freeman Blood Loss
Mary Hartshaw Choking
Patrick Hart Car Crash
Sally Young Ran Over
(more names that I don't know)
Mike Hart Heart Failure

Why would he kill himself? This didn't seem logical, unless he wanted to end what he had done - but that wasn't really nessecary. Then, when I turned to the first page, I saw my brothers name crossed out and mine drawn in, with a note at the side,

Carry on what I have ended.

END.

That have aanything to do with my comment on the pasta thread? 
And very good idea; add some more plot though. 

Jeff: Origins
There's always been a monster under your bed.

But it came out today.  It changed you, made you a WHOLE NEW MAN.  But...  While you have somebody to talk to, tell your story, Jeff.  Tell them how you became the monster.
------------------------------
You sat on your bed.  It was a long day at your part-time job.  Now, you dangled your feet over the edge of it, sighing your despair at the world to yourself.  All the times you were stuffed into trash cans, beat up, mugged, and everything...  From childhood to adulthood, it just makes you want to SCREAM.  You feel so angry.  Something's happening, you can feel it.  Something big will happen.  You're so full of rage, you might just snap.
"Jeff."
What the--that voice is horrible.  It's like the voices of a hundred demons speaking at the same time.  Your rage is replaced by fear.  You scramble off the bed, running to your bedroom door, but it's... it's stuck.  It's never been stuck.
"It's your time now."
No, no, no!  Some inherent instinct inside you rears and screams against staying.  You weep, banging on the door, the sudden unexplained breeze ruffling your hair.
"You know you can't ever escape me."
You can't do anything.  It's no use.  You plaster yourself against the door in the hope that it opens.  Your back to the door, you stare under your bed, seeing the blood-red tendrils swirling beneath it.
"You were born with me."
You find the guts to answer.  "I-I-I...  I won't give in to you!"  The thing emerges.  It has no form that is describable, no appearance that can be captured in words.  You suddenly feel detached from yourself, watching from outside of your body.
Snap.
That's the sound of your sanity going bye-bye.
Glub.
That's the sound of your mercy going down the drain.
Creak.
That's the sound of your jaws painfully rearranging into a permanent smile.
I am Zalgo, and you are my progeny.
The voice speaks into your mind, and you are at peace.  Its empty voids of eyes gaze into your very soul.  But you're happy now.  Pale as a ghost, your head of raven-black hair providing a nice contrast as you view yourself in the mirror.
Welcome to my world, son.
You fade into the night without a sound.


Tell me what you think, please!  I pride myself on good writing and stuff, but constructive criticism is appreciated.   

Last edited by Legolas_Greenleaf (2012-08-23 17:35:10)

Legolas_Greenleaf wrote:

[story]
Tell me what you think, please!  I pride myself on good writing and stuff, but constructive criticism is appreciated.   

jeff
zalgo
sorry man i nearly didnt read that

A quick story I wrote. It's long, I know. But sit down and read it, lazy.    Also there are a few swears, but I censored them.
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Hacked and Haunted

My experience begins this way. I am, well, a college student majoring in computer sciences. That's the life that everyone knows me by, anyway. Other than that, I'm a hacker.

Some of the things I've done have been pretty malicious, in fact. I've sent out trojan horse viruses anonymously, and the most amazing thing is that no one's tracked it to me. The viruses didn't do too much harm to people's hard drives, like wipe them entirely. Instead, it added a crapton of .txt files simply saying rude insults, enough txt files to fill up their memory.

You probably think I've made a mistake of revealing that to a public place like the Internet, but believe me, I'm done with hacking and I'm actually almost afraid of computers now. In fact, I haven't used a computer in two weeks after this incident, except to write this down.

What happened is that I booted up my computer one day and logged into my account. The screen suddenly went black for a few seconds. At first, it wasn't too surprising--this happened to my computer a LOT before, and then it would come back. But this time, the black screen was staying for an unusually long time. I was starting to get frustrated and I was ready to restart the computer, but the screen changed.

There was simple green text printed on the screen, staying "STOP."

I then made an assumption on what was happening: I was being hacked, by some other guy. There was nothing I could do to make the text go away. I pressed CTRL+ALT+DEL several times, but with no luck. I then quickly tapped ESC once.

The text changed: "DON'T EVEN GO THERE."

I was now getting REALLY frustrated. This "hacker" was clearly very elusive. So I reached for the power button to turn the computer off.

The text changed again: "STOP TRYING TO ESCAPE ME."

I was partially freaked out by this, mainly because I hadn't even TOUCHED the power button. But I passed it off as a mere coincidence and reached for the button again.

"YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS EASY, CAN YOU?"

Again, my finger wasn't even CLOSE to the button. So I forcefully pressed the power button, holding it there. The text flickered and faltered, and the computer shut down, surprisingly. I was thinking that the hacker would do SOMETHING to stop the shutdown, but he didn't.

I was slightly unnerved at this point. How did this "hacker" know that I was going to push the power button? Was I being watched, somehow, perhaps through my webcam?

Lucky for me, I had a second computer--my laptop. I pulled it over to me and opened it up.

The computer flickered to life by itself, but then another black screen came up, accompanied with green text:

"YOU'RE RESISTANT. I LIKE THAT."

I sighed with anger, with the notion that the hacker had got my laptop too.

The text changed: "I'LL LET YOU GO."

I beamed at the screen with hope.

"FOR NOW."

The computer switched to the login screen, and I could use it normally again. I checked my desktop, and it worked perfectly fine too.

I checked my e-mail real quick, only to be greeted by countless emails from one guy. All the emails were the same. I couldn't have this guy spamming up my inbox, so I deleted the messages and noted them as spam. However, I did stop to read one the emails, which read:

"YOU'RE NOT OFF THE HOOK YET.

I'LL FIND YOU. BUT YOU'LL NEVER, EVER, ****ING FIND ME.

P.S. YOU KNOW WHO I AM."

I didn't know who the heck this was. The sender's name was labeled as "TTT", which didn't make sense. The email's title was "YOU KNOW WHO I AM".

After a bit of thinking, I finally realized where the emails were from: the hacker. The anonymous hacker was tormenting me now. I ratted off a quick reply to him:

"Yes, I know who you are. And you'd better leave me alone, you little ****. Or I WILL call the police."

Almost immediately, there was a reply:

"HEH. THE ONLY THING YOU WILL DO--IS TRY."

After that, I blocked "TTT". I seriously WAS going to call the police, so I did. While I was waiting for the other line, the phone transferred me to someone else.

The person started talking in a raspy and extremely unclear voice, but I could make out most of it. Here's a rough transcript of our conversation:

PERSON: "Greetings."

ME: "Hello? Who is this?"

PERSON: "You know very well who I am."

ME: "No, I--"

PERSON: "I told you would TRY to rat me out."

ME: "You're the--"

PERSON: "Yes."

ME: "Will you freaking LEAVE ME ALONE?"

PERSON: "Never."

ME: "WHY NOT."

PERSON: "Because I'm not done with you yet."

ME: "Why are you doing this."

PERSON: *mirthless laugh* "For my own merriment."

ME: "How do you know my number?"

PERSON: "I know a lot about you."

ME: "Like what?!?"

PERSON: "That's for me to know."

ME: "I'm going to find you. And I'm going to f**king take you down."

PERSON: "You will try."

ME: "What's THAT supposed to mean?"

PERSON: "It's simply the truth."

ME: "This conversation is over."

PERSON: "Wait."

*me trying to hang up, unsuccessfully*

ME: "Why can't I hang up?"

PERSON: "I'll let you leave, once I tell you this."

ME: "Tell me the thing already!"

PERSON: "You can't escape me. You can't find me. You can't do anything about me."

ME: "WHY?"

PERSON: "Because I don't exist."

ME: "What the--what are you saying?"

PERSON: "Good day."

*end of conversation*


The next day, another phone call came, from the same man.


PERSON: "Welcome back."

ME: "Why do you keep calling me? Who are you?"

PERSON: "Phobia."

ME: "Who?"

PERSON: "My name is Phobia."

ME: "What kind of name is that?"

PHOBIA: "Hm. Dunno. Just a name."

ME: "I can't hang up."

PHOBIA: "I know. I need to tell you something."

ME: "What?"

PHOBIA: "I want to meet."

ME: "No f**king way."

PHOBIA: "Huh. You don't have a choice."

ME: "Really?"

PHOBIA: "No. We will meet tonight."

ME: "Oh yeah? When? Where?"

PHOBIA: *low laugh* "You'll see."

*end of conversation*


And that night, I did meet him. But not in the way that anyone would've ever imagined. I went to sleep late, at about 2:30 A.M. About thirty minutes later, I was in a dream.

The dream wasn't controlled by my mind. I had no freedom inside of it. I couldn't shape it the way I wanted to. It was simply an endless blank white void.

I tried to wake myself up, but couldn't. I tried so many things. Nothing would work.

I then heard a low laugh behind me. I swerved around me to see a tall man. But it was just shaped like a man. There was no face, or clothes, or skin. It was simply a dark black man. No light reflected off of him.

"Greetings."

"Wha--what?"

"I told you we would meet." The black figure approached me slowly.

"You--you're Phobia?"

"Is it really so hard to believe?"

"How are you--how are you in my head!"

"I don't just know how to hack computers, you know." The figure laughed. "I know how to hack minds as well..."

"Get out of my head!"

"No."

"Leave me alone. Let me wake up! PLEASE."

"Never. I can trap you inside this dream world forever I wanted to. You'd be stuck in here, nowhere to go, nothing to do. On the outside, you'd be inside a deep coma, where you would never awake from.

"I can soon have full control of your mind. And by then, you won't be able to feel anything. You would be stuck here, in this endless limbo, while I live inside your real body. You will be my host. I guess you could say I'm...a parasite, of sorts."

"You're--you're not human!"

"No s**t, Sherlock. You think I was talking BS when I said I didn't exist? I'm not a human being. I'm not a ghost, either. I'm a demon."

"You'll never possess me. Never."

"We'll see."

And suddenly, Phobia lunged forward at me and reached his hand for my face. His fingers grew and wrapped themselves around my head, squeezing it into jelly. I tried to scream and break free, but he wouldn't budge. I felt Phobia's spirit sinking inside of me...slowly taking over my entire body until...

I opened my eyes and suddenly jolted awake. I was back in my dorm, in the real world.

Was it just a bad dream? Coming from MY subconscious? Or was it really Phobia, entering my mind and taking over my body. I didn't have time to ponder it, before suddenly my back contorted with sharp pain. My eyelids drifted closed, and my mouth suddenly felt like my lips were stitched shut. I felt my arms moving, without me controlling them. And then I was back in the dream world.

"What happened?" I shouted into the endless void. "PHOBIA! LET ME OUT."

I heard a loud chuckle in the void, coming from seemingly nowhere.

"Welcome to your new, permanent home."
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I know, it's extremely long, but tell me what you think. 

Last edited by banana500 (2012-08-23 22:24:18)

banana500 wrote:

A quick story I wrote. It's long, I know. But sit down and read it, lazy.    Also there are a few swears, but I censored them.
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Hacked and Haunted
story

Whoa...gave me the chills, and that is hard to do. o_O

Though how does he publish that to the internet if he is trapped? 

mythbusteranimator wrote:

banana500 wrote:

A quick story I wrote. It's long, I know. But sit down and read it, lazy.    Also there are a few swears, but I censored them.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Hacked and Haunted
story

Whoa...gave me the chills, and that is hard to do. o_O

Though how does he publish that to the internet if he is trapped? 

He didn't post to the internet. It's in his mind while he's trapped in limbo.