soupoftomato wrote:
Wicki and I are working on something for this topic so like stay tuned guys.
OH BOY! [smiley spam removed by moderator] n stuff.
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Animeboy, did you ever write that Regular Show pasta?
Just wondering XD
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CakePopAnimation wrote:
Animeboy, did you ever write that Regular Show pasta?
Just wondering XD
No i need to write it
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NeilWest wrote:
soupoftomato wrote:
Wicki and I are working on something for this topic so like stay tuned guys.
OH BOY! [...]
777w wrote:
‣ Don't spam up the thread with unintelligent nonsense and make it look like the mlp:fim topic.
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mythbusteranimator wrote:
Why is there a title change?
because none of these are "creepypastas"
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NeilWest wrote:
soupoftomato wrote:
Wicki and I are working on something for this topic so like stay tuned guys.
OH BOY! n stuff.
Oh yes.
Original villain.
Not based off of a TV show.
Approaching 2000 words as it is now it seems.
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soupoftomato wrote:
NeilWest wrote:
soupoftomato wrote:
Wicki and I are working on something for this topic so like stay tuned guys.
OH BOY! n stuff.
Oh yes.
Original villain.
Not based off of a TV show.
Approaching 2000 words as it is now it seems.
Sounds cool.
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Agg725 wrote:
777w wrote:
mythbusteranimator wrote:
Why is there a title change?
because none of these are "creepypastas"
ohhh...
I didn't realize that. Makes sense now.
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777w wrote:
mythbusteranimator wrote:
Why is there a title change?
because none of these are "creepypastas"
Wait, you mean they aren't official pastas, or they aren't good/scary enough to be pastas?
Cause if it's the first then this was MEANT to be unofficial
And the second is annoying XD
Sorry
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CakePopAnimation wrote:
777w wrote:
mythbusteranimator wrote:
Why is there a title change?
because none of these are "creepypastas"
Wait, you mean they aren't official pastas, or they aren't good/scary enough to be pastas?
Cause if it's the first then this was MEANT to be unofficial
And the second is annoying XD
Sorry
A creepypasta is something that's gained widespread popularity all over the internet so you can't even call something a "creepypasta" unless it's super popular even if you want to describe it as unofficial.
777w didn't want to perpetrate the misuse of the term that has happened on Scratch anymore.
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777w wrote:
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 themi 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 might attempt but don't shoot me if it doesn't turn out well
because you could go to jail or something
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It's around 10:30 at night for me and these stories are beginning to creep me out. But before I leave this thread I'm going to submit one.
The seaside hotel.
I'm on vacation at a seaside hotel. It has a beach and a pool and a lawn and everything that's nice to have at one. I'm bacicly spending the entire time on electronics so my parents tell me to unplug and go enjoy the water. So I make the fatal mistake of going to the beach. Once I get to the beach I take off my shoes and go to the dock. Attached to the dock is a floating dock that all the hotels boats are on. It's easily affected by waves and the waves are good today and it feels like a roller coaster. Soon the lifeguard warns me to get off but I can't hear her over the crashing waves.
A few seconds later the water rises into the shape of a man. He suddenly becomes opaque and he looks like a normal man in a tuxedo except for the fact that his eyes are red. He slowly opens his mouth to speak.
"You should not have come," he says. His voice is clear and commanding and at the same time very scaredly.
"What?" I reply, confused, shocked, and scared.
"You should not have come," he repeats, louder. The lifeguard repeats her warning but it's too late. I consider running but remember I'm not wearing shoes. He goes up to me and puts his finger on my forehead and I black out.
When I wake up I have only one thought: I must serve the hotel. Work at it. Help it. Labour for it. But all I know or care about is that I must dedicate my life to it.
Thoughts?
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shpeters wrote:
It's around 10:30 at night for me and these stories are beginning to creep me out. But before I leave this thread I'm going to submit one.
Thoughts?
I would read but it's too late at night XD
My dreams would get just plain weird
Not scary, but weird.
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soupoftomato wrote:
CakePopAnimation wrote:
777w wrote:
because none of these are "creepypastas"Wait, you mean they aren't official pastas, or they aren't good/scary enough to be pastas?
Cause if it's the first then this was MEANT to be unofficial
And the second is annoying XD
SorryA creepypasta is something that's gained widespread popularity all over the internet so you can't even call something a "creepypasta" unless it's super popular even if you want to describe it as unofficial.
777w didn't want to perpetrate the misuse of the term that has happened on Scratch anymore.
Oh. Oops. Lol
But scary stories just sounds cheesy to me XD
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CakePopAnimation wrote:
shpeters wrote:
It's around 10:30 at night for me and these stories are beginning to creep me out. But before I leave this thread I'm going to submit one.
Thoughts?I would read but it's too late at night XD
My dreams would get just plain weird
Not scary, but weird.
I don't have strange dreams. It's the awake part of me that shouldn't be reading them.
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Moar troll pasta:
THERE ONCE WAS A GUY NAMED BILL. BILL LEIKED TO PLAY MINECRAFT. ONE DAY, HE SAW HEROBRINE.
"OMG IT'S HEROBRINE."
BILL TOOK A SCREENSHOT BUT WHEN HE SAW IT, THERE WAS NO HEROBRINE. HE WAS CONFUSED, BUT THEN HEROBRINE CAME OUT OF THE COMPUTER SCREEN AND ATTACKED HIM WITH A CHAINSAW.
BILL WOKE UP WITH NO PUPILS. HE WUZ HEROBRINE FOREVAAAAAAAA.
(And don't worry, I'll be writing REAL stories later. Working on one right now, should be good.)
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I remember a website called www.unknowneyes.com, It lasted from 2008 to 2011. It was a series of video blogs, they followed the life of a man, he was always dressed up in a robe made out of blankets, and a garden hat with a wide brim. He lived in a small corner of an alley, inside a house made of with two tables with a blanket being used as an blind. On the website at the top the lyrics of Paranoid by Black sabbath where displayed, under that there was a list of videos, the more recent at the top.
In the earliest video he talked about how he was hiding from the "Hidden Eyes", the Hidden Eyes where as he said, "If someone sees a Hidden Eye, they are followed by millions of them for months until they disappear, to never be seen again."
In rest of the videos the man will talk about his life, telling stories from his first dog, to what he ate for breakfast that day. Usually in the middle of the video he will look away from the camera and then become paranoid, eventually going into a panic attack, he will run inside his quite strange attempt of shelter, taking the camera with him. While inside, you can see drawings on the walls, they depict what the Hidden Eyes look like. Sometimes while hiding, the man will point the camera out to show the walkway, during this he will say "Can you see them? They are everywhere. They are coming to get me!" Every time he does this, the landscape is empty.
Near the end of the website's run, a video was uploaded where he said, "Yes. I know I was gone for a long time, I do have a reason why though. They all know where I live now, I am moving to a new place to live, I must stop making videos now, they can find out where I live. You have all been great supporters. Goodbye." The video took place on a grassy field, the man was sitting on a small chair.
A week after the website was deleted. Two locations where completely destroyed. The first was the location most of the videos took place at. The second one was a storm shelter, the door was torn down, and a chair was found inside. The same chair seen in the last video.
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CakePopAnimation wrote:
soupoftomato wrote:
CakePopAnimation wrote:
Wait, you mean they aren't official pastas, or they aren't good/scary enough to be pastas?
Cause if it's the first then this was MEANT to be unofficial
And the second is annoying XD
SorryA creepypasta is something that's gained widespread popularity all over the internet so you can't even call something a "creepypasta" unless it's super popular even if you want to describe it as unofficial.
777w didn't want to perpetrate the misuse of the term that has happened on Scratch anymore.Oh. Oops. Lol
But scary stories just sounds cheesy to me XD
i wanted a better term but "scary stories" just isnt as cool as when it was in miscs "mass scary story thread"'
oh and banana lay off the "trollpasta" the rules prohibit it
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samid11 wrote:
did anyone read my story "school news"?
I did, but I found it too surreal to be scary. Unless it was a different location, like tied up in a chair in a cold, damp cell.
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The Bank Tellers
Everyone! Put your hands in the air, and your backs to that wall! (points at wall) This is a robbery!
The people did as the criminal said, without any complaints or fusses, seeing as he held a firearm and his finger was on the trigger.
That is, everyone except the Tellers, who stood motionless and expressionless at there desks.
The criminal shouted at the Tellers:
"Put your backs to that wall and your hands in the air now!"
The Tellers remained motionless and expressionless.
"Put your backs to that wall and your hands in the air or I'll blow your heads clean off!"
The Tellers stood there for a second, and then they spoke in unison:
"Nobody has ever successfully robbed this bank and made it out alive. You have guts, or you are the biggest fool in this room."
"Shut up! Do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger!" boomed the criminal.
"Sssstill feeling gutsssssy? You ssssshould listen to us, fool. That issss, if you wissssh to sssstay alive." said the Tellers.
"Why should I take orders from you?! Why shouldn't I rob this place?!" demanded the criminal.
"Trust ussss, if you rob thissss bank, you won't be rich for long."
"So what?"
"Ssssso everything. We cannot allow you to rob this bank."
"Just try and stop me! I'm robbing this bank, so I can get out of this nuthouse and back to my life!"
"Sssssir, we are only trying to protect you. You will be killed if you rob this bank, and you will be the killer."
"I don't believe a word you're saying."
The criminal slowly walked towards the vault, and began cracking the code to get in, while making sure nobody moved a muscle.
The Tellers stood there, staring at the criminal.
After about 30 minutes of that, the criminal cracked the code and the door creaked open.
The criminal stepped inside, and saw just how beautiful the room was inside. Candles were lit everywhere and a giant candle chandelier hung from the ceiling.
The criminal stared in awe at the beauty of the room, and then began stuffing wads of money into his bag. He began to feel a slight tingling sensation in his legs and feet. The tingling traveled up his body, until his whole body was tingly. Then, it became numb, and the criminal tried to yell, but he couldn't move his mouth. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't breathe, yet he wasn't suffocating. He was raised slightly above the floor. He hung there, in mid-air, still numb and motionless.
Then a voice spoke, loudly like it was right next to him, yet there wasn't anybody there. The voice spoke:
"We warned you, fool."
The criminal's body started thrashing and spazming wildly and uncontrollably.
The beautiful candle flames in the room began turning black instead of red. One by one, the candle flames changed color, until they were all black. The criminal saw his arm being slowly brought up to his head, until the firearm's barrel touched his head.
"Any lasssst wordssss before we pull thissss trigger?"
The criminal tried to speak, but he still couldn't.
"Farewell then. We told you not to rob thissss place."
The trigger was pulled.
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Any thoughts, readers?
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SiLeNtScRaTcH wrote:
The Bank Tellers
Everyone! Put your hands in the air, and your backs to that wall! (points at wall) This is a robbery!
The people did as the criminal said, without any complaints or fusses, seeing as he held a firearm and his finger was on the trigger.
That is, everyone except the Tellers, who stood motionless and expressionless at there desks.
The criminal shouted at the Tellers:
"Put your backs to that wall and your hands in the air now!"
The Tellers remained motionless and expressionless.
"Put your backs to that wall and your hands in the air or I'll blow your heads clean off!"
The Tellers stood there for a second, and then they spoke in unison:
"Nobody has ever successfully robbed this bank and made it out alive. You have guts, or you are the biggest fool in this room."
"Shut up! Do as I say, or I'll pull this trigger!" boomed the criminal.
"Sssstill feeling gutsssssy? You ssssshould listen to us, fool. That issss, if you wissssh to sssstay alive." said the Tellers.
"Why should I take orders from you?! Why shouldn't I rob this place?!" demanded the criminal.
"Trust ussss, if you rob thissss bank, you won't be rich for long."
"So what?"
"Ssssso everything. We cannot allow you to rob this bank."
"Just try and stop me! I'm robbing this bank, so I can get out of this nuthouse and back to my life!"
"Sssssir, we are only trying to protect you. You will be killed if you rob this bank, and you will be the killer."
"I don't believe a word you're saying."
The criminal slowly walked towards the vault, and began cracking the code to get in, while making sure nobody moved a muscle.
The Tellers stood there, staring at the criminal.
After about 30 minutes of that, the criminal cracked the code and the door creaked open.
The criminal stepped inside, and saw just how beautiful the room was inside. Candles were lit everywhere and a giant candle chandelier hung from the ceiling.
The criminal stared in awe at the beauty of the room, and then began stuffing wads of money into his bag. He began to feel a slight tingling sensation in his legs and feet. The tingling traveled up his body, until his whole body was tingly. Then, it became numb, and the criminal tried to yell, but he couldn't move his mouth. He couldn't move at all. He couldn't breathe, yet he wasn't suffocating. He was raised slightly above the floor. He hung there, in mid-air, still numb and motionless.
Then a voice spoke, loudly like it was right next to him, yet there wasn't anybody there. The voice spoke:
"We warned you, fool."
The criminal's body started thrashing and spazming wildly and uncontrollably.
The beautiful candle flames in the room began turning black instead of red. One by one, the candle flames changed color, until they were all black. The criminal saw his arm being slowly brought up to his head, until the firearm's barrel touched his head.
"Any lasssst wordssss before we pull thissss trigger?"
The criminal tried to speak, but he still couldn't.
"Farewell then. We told you not to rob thissss place."
The trigger was pulled.
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Any thoughts, readers?
Putting actions (in parentheses) is a very silly thing to do.
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