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guis i wrot this rly skari stori its cald the disapearnce of the elefaant

‘Valery, I don’t mean to be rude, but is that an elephant in your parlor?’

‘Sorry, what?’

‘In your parlor, the elephant.’

‘Oh, that.’

‘Yes. I was just wondering.’

‘Elle?’

‘Yes, Valery?’

‘About the elephant.’

‘Right. The elephant.’

‘Well, you see—how shall I phrase this?’

‘Val.’

‘It’s there every day, you know, but we try not to speak of it.’

‘It is rather distracting.’

‘Oh, is it?’

‘A little. I don’t know. I’m sorry.’

‘Oh, Elle. Don’t be. If it distracts you, then I encourage you to ignore it.’

‘Ignore it? Just—don’t acknowledge it at all?’

‘That’s the way.’

‘Seems frightfully strange. Oh, no. I wish I’d never brought it up, Valery. The whole matter, of the elephant in your parlor and all. It’s dreadfully queer!’

‘I’m sorry it gave you such a turn. Ellie, dear! Don’t cry. Listen. Listen…’

‘So strange!’

‘That’s all right, it’s all right.’

‘Oh!’

‘Here, have a handkerchief.’

‘You’re…you’re very kind, Valery. It’s just…’

‘There, there. Here, now. I’ve a wonderful idea.’

‘But the elephant, Valery.’

‘The most wonderful idea. Listen.’

‘The…the…’

‘Look. How about…are you quite finished, now? How’s this: there isn’t an elephant in that room over there.’

‘Valery?’

‘No elephant!’

‘Hang on, what are you saying?’

‘There isn’t an elephant. I don’t see an elephant. Do you?’

‘Well.’

‘Do you?’

‘Well, I don’t know! I thought…I thought…but I don’t know.’

‘I never saw an elephant in my life.’

‘I guess I haven’t either. I mean I guess I haven’t, how could I have? An elephant…in the parlor…ridiculous!’

‘That’s what I’ve been meaning to say.’

‘Quite right, then. That’s all right then, Elle. You’re all right now, aren’t you?’

‘Oh, I’m very well. Thanks so much for the tea.’

‘Yes, no trouble at all. And, Ellie darling…’

‘Yes, Valery?’

‘Do let’s not exit through the parlor.’

Wickimen wrote:

guis i wrot this rly skari stori its cald the disapearnce of the elefaant

‘Valery, I don’t mean to be rude, but is that an elephant in your parlor?’

‘Sorry, what?’

‘In your parlor, the elephant.’

‘Oh, that.’

‘Yes. I was just wondering.’

‘Elle?’

‘Yes, Valery?’

‘About the elephant.’

‘Right. The elephant.’

‘Well, you see—how shall I phrase this?’

‘Val.’

‘It’s there every day, you know, but we try not to speak of it.’

‘It is rather distracting.’

‘Oh, is it?’

‘A little. I don’t know. I’m sorry.’

‘Oh, Elle. Don’t be. If it distracts you, then I encourage you to ignore it.’

‘Ignore it? Just—don’t acknowledge it at all?’

‘That’s the way.’

‘Seems frightfully strange. Oh, no. I wish I’d never brought it up, Valery. The whole matter, of the elephant in your parlor and all. It’s dreadfully queer!’

‘I’m sorry it gave you such a turn. Ellie, dear! Don’t cry. Listen. Listen…’

‘So strange!’

‘That’s all right, it’s all right.’

‘Oh!’

‘Here, have a handkerchief.’

‘You’re…you’re very kind, Valery. It’s just…’

‘There, there. Here, now. I’ve a wonderful idea.’

‘But the elephant, Valery.’

‘The most wonderful idea. Listen.’

‘The…the…’

‘Look. How about…are you quite finished, now? How’s this: there isn’t an elephant in that room over there.’

‘Valery?’

‘No elephant!’

‘Hang on, what are you saying?’

‘There isn’t an elephant. I don’t see an elephant. Do you?’

‘Well.’

‘Do you?’

‘Well, I don’t know! I thought…I thought…but I don’t know.’

‘I never saw an elephant in my life.’

‘I guess I haven’t either. I mean I guess I haven’t, how could I have? An elephant…in the parlor…ridiculous!’

‘That’s what I’ve been meaning to say.’

‘Quite right, then. That’s all right then, Elle. You’re all right now, aren’t you?’

‘Oh, I’m very well. Thanks so much for the tea.’

‘Yes, no trouble at all. And, Ellie darling…’

‘Yes, Valery?’

‘Do let’s not exit through the parlor.’

Spooky.

Wickimen wrote:

super skaari

elefunt in da room

http://scratch.mit.edu/forums/viewtopic.php?id=111843
Want to read it anyone? It's probably my actual GOOD attempt at making 'creepypasta' or a scary story.

Once upon a time your computer got a virus. The end. Sorry if it was too scary.

777w wrote:

MEOWCAT34 wrote:

Once upon a time your computer got a virus. The end. Sorry if it was too scary.

‣  Moderately silly stories are permitted, however, you can't just write "zombies killed everybody the end" or misspell ever single word and get away with it. Satire is okay, outright nonsense isn't.

Ok, sorry.

This thread is pretty dead.

Anyone here? SOMEONE PLZ POST A CREEPYPASTA BEFORE THE MODS THINK IM NECROPOSTING.

jukyter wrote:

koilmasta wrote:

Anyone here? SOMEONE PLZ POST A CREEPYPASTA BEFORE THE MODS THINK IM NECROPOSTING.

youre going to get banned

Wait, necroposting can get me banned?! I thought it was this  -\/

northmeister wrote:

The term "necropsot" is commonly misused as just a bad thing, which is not necessarily true. Necroposting just means that you post on a topic that's old and that hasn't been posted on for a while. If you necropost on a topic that isn't relevant, or your post isn't relevant, then that's what people mean by necroposting and the post usually gets flagged and the topic closed if it's been resolved or is no longer needed.

the post is from a different forum but still...

One day, a family of four decided to go camping. They had spent all week packing for the big trip, and they would spend two weeks going camping. They got all sorts of medical supplies, foods, kits, and invited lots of relatives and close friends to join them. It ended up that all the people that came where the family, and friends named Laura, Aaron, Sophia, and Bran. And a dog named Dot. Once they got to the campsite, everyone began to unpack, tents where put up, campfires lit, and swimsuits put on, as there was a creek right next to the campsite, where everyone was allowed to swim and fish in. It was a lovely day, but nobody knew what was coming after sunset.... Soon the sun slipped down under the horizon like a raw yolk sliding across the frying pan, and the yellow moon seemed to glow over the land. "It's so pretty here!" Said unsuspecting Jane, "Everything is pretty to you..." Said Jane's emo brother, Lucas. Jane didn't listen. She sat on a rock next to the tent, right by the campfire, where everyone was roasting hotdogs and marshmallows. "Come, kids, why don't you two have some snacks with us?" Said their dad, Stephen. "Sure!" Jane said, hopping off the rock. Lucas just snorted. Just then, a sound could be heard in the bushes. But everyone thought it was just a wild animal. Nobody was afraid. Laughter was filling the air until a being, not quite human, but not an animal, jumped out of the bushes, it's gleaming green eyes seemingly staring into their souls, it's fang-like teeth and long fingers. Everyone screamed. The creature tried chasing after everyone, and trying to bite them, but before it could bite anyone, Laura dialed the police. And it was the dog who bit the creature back, defending it's owners until the police arrived, and, of course, since the police where deep into town, it took them a while to reach the campsite. But the creature attacked the police, sinking it's sharp teeth into their necks and pulling it's long fingers through their hair. The dad told his children to go into the RV and lock the doors, and then he grabbed the being by the neck, preventing it from breathing. But the creature had a stronger grip once it grasped onto the arms which where chocking it. It finally ran away after the dad let go. Then,  the dad and friend Laura ran after the being for a long time, police coming with. Everyone else decided to remain on the campsite to keep safe. Once they ran down the hill, the police where able to fire their weapons at the creature, but the bullets missed the target. And before you could say  anything more, the Men In Black arrived at the scene. They captured the being as easily as they could snap their fingures, and then they told the dad, friend Laura, and police to never speak about this tale. Ever since, no other creatures had been seen, and the world seems to be peaceful again. But you could never see these men at a roadtrip or camping ever afterwards.

Slenderman Theory: Thomas Katrovisky by NeilWest

Hello, my name is Anthony and I live in Moscow. Recently, I have been interested in the culture concerning the Slenderman. The only pictures are photoshopped, but I know that all the real evidence has been destroyed. But one theory came to my attention, one concerning Thomas Katrovisky - a Russian who had an eye for marionettes. He was famous for breaking the record for making the largest puppet in the world, in 1996. This was when the Russian Fair began touring Russia too, so there was always a carnival packed with families. He would demonstrate his many creatures to the children, who were always amazed at the magic that these puppets would give.

He created everything, dragons, people, fish, birds - but he never showcased them all. There was one marionette that he was forced not to show. He called it the 'Slender Man' as his body was slender and tall. He modelled it after a ghost in his nightmares, who would stalk him through the German Black Forest at night. But the puppet was gone, along with Thomas - and the two were never seen again. People believed the puppet came alive and killed Thomas, before hiding in the Russian forests. Others say that Thomas destroyed the puppet, to stop the nightmares, but went mad and hid in the forest. The reality is scary, and so I investigated.

I began at the last Russian fair he was seen at, in a small village just off the motorway leading to Kiev. Many of the children were grown up by now, students studying many subjects. I came by one at a counter of a food stall, who told me about the experience. He said that Thomas showed them the enormous puppets, each guided by helicopters high in the sky. Many were larger than the average human, some as small as a child. Behind the curtains puppets were piled up into a heap of wood, but one stared at the man - with a blank face. The same day, Thomas was feeling feverish - shaking and sweating. Many said it was stress, but it could've been something caused by the nightmares.

The man's lunch break was over by then, so he went back to serving customers. I saw a large forest facing the village, so I planned my journey carefully. It may have been 7 or so years, but Thomas may still be alive and the marionette in perfect condition. Or the marionette had been abandoned and Thomas had died. I too also started having feverish symptoms, sweating profusely and shaking with anxiety. It was sunset when I left my car outside the woods, so I turned on my flashlight and began searching the area. Everything was normal and quiet until I found a note on a tree, it said: "HE SEES WITH NO EYES" scrawled with black pencil.

It was clearly Thomas, because he was illiterate (he spent most of his childhood exploring the forest and carving wood). It was clear he was now writing about his nightmares of the beast he created - and they were definitely getting worse. There were more of these notes, and I wondered why hikers hadn't noticed them in the first place. I suddenly heard a loud thumping noise - so I froze to the spot. I shakily turned around to find the puppet staring at me. It wore a black suit and had a featureless face - but it was definitely real. I ran as fast as I could. I heard Thomas' raspy, feverish voice speak to me. What he and his puppet would do to me was a mystery.

I finally lost him at a tree, but I was lost at the tree. Anywhere I went was lost, if I stopped I died. I couldn't retrace my steps in fear that I would bump in the puppet. Thomas' nightmares were already taking over my thoughts...

News clip:

A hiker, aged 32, has been found dead in a Russian forest. Also found at the scene was a man, aged 55. It is unclear of cause of death but many believe it is of cardiac arrest. Chips of wood have also been found at the scene - but they are no factor in the duo's death.

Ok, here we go! The story as I remember:
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A boy had bought a used Pokemon game. He stuck it in his system and began to play.
The previous user had beaten the Pokemon Master. He was in a castle of some sort.
Now, there were some Unown and another pokemon in his party. The Unown spelled out LEAVENOW. For some reason, the other pokemon fainted, and was replaced by another group of Unown that spelled out HEDIED. The other ones soon changed to URDEAD. Soon, something happened. To the castle. It seemed to collapse under the player's feet. Now, he thought somebody had hacked the game. Eventually, he saw a grey mark. In a few seconds, he noticed if said R.I.P. and it was the player's grave.

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Creepy, huh?
I think you'll like it.

NeilWest wrote:

Slenderman Theory: Thomas Katrovisky by NeilWest

Hello, my name is Anthony and I live in Moscow. Recently, I have been interested in the culture concerning the Slenderman. The only pictures are photoshopped, but I know that all the real evidence has been destroyed. But one theory came to my attention, one concerning Thomas Katrovisky - a Russian who had an eye for marionettes. He was famous for breaking the record for making the largest puppet in the world, in 1996. This was when the Russian Fair began touring Russia too, so there was always a carnival packed with families. He would demonstrate his many creatures to the children, who were always amazed at the magic that these puppets would give.

He created everything, dragons, people, fish, birds - but he never showcased them all. There was one marionette that he was forced not to show. He called it the 'Slender Man' as his body was slender and tall. He modelled it after a ghost in his nightmares, who would stalk him through the German Black Forest at night. But the puppet was gone, along with Thomas - and the two were never seen again. People believed the puppet came alive and killed Thomas, before hiding in the Russian forests. Others say that Thomas destroyed the puppet, to stop the nightmares, but went mad and hid in the forest. The reality is scary, and so I investigated.

I began at the last Russian fair he was seen at, in a small village just off the motorway leading to Kiev. Many of the children were grown up by now, students studying many subjects. I came by one at a counter of a food stall, who told me about the experience. He said that Thomas showed them the enormous puppets, each guided by helicopters high in the sky. Many were larger than the average human, some as small as a child. Behind the curtains puppets were piled up into a heap of wood, but one stared at the man - with a blank face. The same day, Thomas was feeling feverish - shaking and sweating. Many said it was stress, but it could've been something caused by the nightmares.

The man's lunch break was over by then, so he went back to serving customers. I saw a large forest facing the village, so I planned my journey carefully. It may have been 7 or so years, but Thomas may still be alive and the marionette in perfect condition. Or the marionette had been abandoned and Thomas had died. I too also started having feverish symptoms, sweating profusely and shaking with anxiety. It was sunset when I left my car outside the woods, so I turned on my flashlight and began searching the area. Everything was normal and quiet until I found a note on a tree, it said: "HE SEES WITH NO EYES" scrawled with black pencil.

It was clearly Thomas, because he was illiterate (he spent most of his childhood exploring the forest and carving wood). It was clear he was now writing about his nightmares of the beast he created - and they were definitely getting worse. There were more of these notes, and I wondered why hikers hadn't noticed them in the first place. I suddenly heard a loud thumping noise - so I froze to the spot. I shakily turned around to find the puppet staring at me. It wore a black suit and had a featureless face - but it was definitely real. I ran as fast as I could. I heard Thomas' raspy, feverish voice speak to me. What he and his puppet would do to me was a mystery.

I finally lost him at a tree, but I was lost at the tree. Anywhere I went was lost, if I stopped I died. I couldn't retrace my steps in fear that I would bump in the puppet. Thomas' nightmares were already taking over my thoughts...

News clip:

A hiker, aged 32, has been found dead in a Russian forest. Also found at the scene was a man, aged 55. It is unclear of cause of death but many believe it is of cardiac arrest. Chips of wood have also been found at the scene - but they are no factor in the duo's death.

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