Scratch

===The Demons that haunt my mind==

It was 9:00 P.M, and I was using Scratch on my Mac. Just then, I spotted a post from a user named Nobody. It said,"Post this to 5 other threads or you shall be cursed. You will see things that no human should see." Laughing to myself, I flagged the post, and forgot all about it. The next day, the post was still there. After a few more weeks and some emails to the Scratch Team, I found out that the Scratch Team had not recieved my flag at all. Upon inspection of my internet and Mac, it appeared nothing was wrong. Shrugging it off as a glitch in the email system, I decided to find out more about "Nobody". Well, he lived up to his name. Quite literally, in fact, as he did not even have a "My Stuff" page. Using a little trick my wannabe hacker friend taught me, I checked the system records on the Scratch server. Other than the post, the server had no records about Nobody, not even his signing up. That was the first weird thing, and compared to what I was going to suffer, it was like heaven. Then the second weird thing came. I saw some movement near my window. Whipping my head around, I saw a hooded figure stare at me with cold, bloodred eyes. He didn't have any weapon or do anything particularly menacing, but I was still frightened out of my wits. Why? Because he was outside my window staring. So what? So, my room was on the 6th floor of a block of apartments. And there was no tree he could have climbed up. I tried yanking open the usually easy to move window, but it didn't budge. I grabbed my chair and tried smashing the window. I hit the fragile window so hard the chair bounced off, but nothing happened. I started to panic, and in desperation pulled the blinds down. Unfortunately, the blinds appeared to have been stuck. I lost my head completely and started covering the window. Apparently, the strength of the window was due to the loss of the strength of the paper, like the strength had been transfered. The paper was now so weak that they ripped when I held them. Screaming, I made a dash for my door. I was so afraid my door would be stuck. But it wasn't. I yanked it open, and another hooded figure stood there, his black robes spreading along my floor. I charged into him with all my strength, but he stood unmoving, like a statue. I whirled around. 3 more of the mysterious figures stood there, just staring at me. Dropping to my knees, I began to cry. The figures appeared out of anything out of my field of vision, so I never actually saw them appear. Soon, I was surrounded. Then, a huge-no, incredibly huge figure stood there, towering above all the other ones. He was the first one, and last one, to speak. "You have been cursed." I couldn't take it anymore. My world went black. But not for the last time, for I woke up again, shuddering in a strange room. More strange figures stood there. I was about to cry out, but my mouth didn't respond. I reached up with my arms to wrench open my mouth and force it to speak(I wasn't thinking clearly at that time), but my arms wouldn't respond either. Then I realized. I had no mouth, nor arms nor legs. I was simply floating in thin air, dressed in black clothes. And the pain began. It started innocently at first. An antbite. But it increased in intensity, and in 5 minutes, it was torture. The titan figure entered the room. "The pain will never stop. Nor will it stop increasing, for that matter." No. I thought to myself. No. Not ever. I ran out of the room widly, for some reason being able to go through walls, and found myself in the Earth sky. I flew as fast as I can, with no place to go. Then I saw it. A teenager, surfing Scratch. He casually clicked the flag button on Nobody(who I now realize was the giant figure)'s post. I flew to his window, trying to convey the message to him. "FOLLOW HIS INSTRUCTIONS!!!!" I scream silently, in my mind, which was quickly drowned out by yet another avalaunche of pain. Without warning, a wave of Deja Vu hit me. Had I done this before? No... then the details clicked into place, and a horrible suspicion began to form. I had never done this. I had seen others do it. I looked at myself into the bedroom mirror of the teenager. Black robes. Bloodred eyes. Floating there, unable to speak nor touch. I had become one of them. The eternal cursed.

i started writing my own
and that was it really. every one was dead. i was standing there amongst the fog, with the scream of the erey silence ringing in my ear. i saw some words scribbled onto the wall with a black oozing marker. i took a step closer, being careful not to step on the faceless bodies on the ground below, to get a better focus on what they said. i screamed.

"I.C.U"

everything went black. all i could hear was the piercing screechs of the young girl a few steps behind me. "hello. want to play a game."

that's all i have so far.

Hmm.. well I remember two stories I heard from a friend when I was 7. They are a little similar but.. oh well. I'll post the first one now.

The Claw:
     There once was a family of three who were on their way home from the desert. They were driving in a red sedan-- the parents sitting in the front, and the kid in the back.

     While they were driving at 50mph, feeling the wind against their faces, the kid heard scratching noises from behind. After 10 seconds, he told his parents to stop the car. They stopped the car, and the kid got out to look what was making the noise; his parents soon followed. When he came to the back of the sedan, there was nothing to be seen. His parents looked around a little, but they found nothing. Soon after, the group began their long drive home again.

     About 10 minutes after they started driving again, the kid and the parents heard loud, screechy scratching noises. This time, the kid yelled for his parents to stop the car. When they did, they all got out to see. They looked top to bottom and found nothing, except for some scratch marks on the paint. After much searching the family finally decided to get back to driving.

     A few hours later, they reached home. The parents went inside, carrying a few belongings. The kid was about to bring his bag in, but he remembered the scratching noises he had heard. He dashed to the back of the car, hoping to find some evidence. When he looked, there was a bloody claw, the size of a rat, dangling from the trunk door handle. Nothing more, and nothing less.

There was this guy. Guess what? He got choked on a Polo and died.
During his funeral, the guy's wife; now a widow; felt a hand on her shoulder. Thinking it was her over-active imagination, she focused on the task at hand - saying goodbye to her beloved Jeff. As she peered into the coffin at his pale face, she felt the hand on her shoulder once again - yet she knew she was alone. The guests had long since gone. And the room was empty.
Scared, she turned. And there, standing behind her, was Jeff...pale, lifeless, yet standing there, with blank, staring eyes. The widow couldn't scream - she was choked up; confused. The Jeff standing there was different from the one lying peacefully in his coffin - this one was paler, wrinkled, shrivelled, scarier. He no longer seemed gentle; he seemed years older, yet somehow dead; as if he had rotted before her eyes.
The zombie-like Jeff opened it's mouth, the crackling of flesh audible. Then, much to the widow's surprise; the creature let out a series of groans, which began to form words: "My darling, I love you. Te amo. I never wish to leave you, my darling. If I wish to stay with you, I must hide, or you join me. If I am found out, I will be hunted and destroyed; and my soul will die out forever. So it's simple, you must join me."
The widow retorted: "What?"
"Do it now," came the reply. Then the Jeff disappeared.

Hope it wasn't too scary - it's a love story really. 

kimmy123 wrote:

The_Dancing_Donut wrote:

There was this guy. Guess what? He got choked on a Polo and died.
During his funeral, the guy's wife; now a widow; felt a hand on her shoulder. Thinking it was her over-active imagination, she focused on the task at hand - saying goodbye to her beloved Jeff. As she peered into the coffin at his pale face, she felt the hand on her shoulder once again - yet she knew she was alone. The guests had long since gone. And the room was empty.
Scared, she turned. And there, standing behind her, was Jeff...pale, lifeless, yet standing there, with blank, staring eyes. The widow couldn't scream - she was choked up; confused. The Jeff standing there was different from the one lying peacefully in his coffin - this one was paler, wrinkled, shrivelled, scarier. He no longer seemed gentle; he seemed years older, yet somehow dead; as if he had rotted before her eyes.
The zombie-like Jeff opened it's mouth, the crackling of flesh audible. Then, much to the widow's surprise; the creature let out a series of groans, which began to form words: "My darling, I love you. Te amo. I never wish to leave you, my darling. If I wish to stay with you, I must hide, or you join me. If I am found out, I will be hunted and destroyed; and my soul will die out forever. So it's simple, you must join me."
The widow retorted: "What?"
"Do it now," came the reply. Then the Jeff disappeared.

Hope it wasn't too scary - it's a love story really. 

It's not so scary.

Good! 

helltank wrote:

===The Demons that haunt my mind==

It was 9:00 P.M, and I was using Scratch on my Mac. Just then, I spotted a post from a user named Nobody. It said,"Post this to 5 other threads or you shall be cursed. You will see things that no human should see." Laughing to myself, I flagged the post, and forgot all about it. The next day, the post was still there. After a few more weeks and some emails to the Scratch Team, I found out that the Scratch Team had not recieved my flag at all. Upon inspection of my internet and Mac, it appeared nothing was wrong. Shrugging it off as a glitch in the email system, I decided to find out more about "Nobody". Well, he lived up to his name. Quite literally, in fact, as he did not even have a "My Stuff" page. Using a little trick my wannabe hacker friend taught me, I checked the system records on the Scratch server. Other than the post, the server had no records about Nobody, not even his signing up. That was the first weird thing, and compared to what I was going to suffer, it was like heaven. Then the second weird thing came. I saw some movement near my window. Whipping my head around, I saw a hooded figure stare at me with cold, bloodred eyes. He didn't have any weapon or do anything particularly menacing, but I was still frightened out of my wits. Why? Because he was outside my window staring. So what? So, my room was on the 6th floor of a block of apartments. And there was no tree he could have climbed up. I tried yanking open the usually easy to move window, but it didn't budge. I grabbed my chair and tried smashing the window. I hit the fragile window so hard the chair bounced off, but nothing happened. I started to panic, and in desperation pulled the blinds down. Unfortunately, the blinds appeared to have been stuck. I lost my head completely and started covering the window. Apparently, the strength of the window was due to the loss of the strength of the paper, like the strength had been transfered. The paper was now so weak that they ripped when I held them. Screaming, I made a dash for my door. I was so afraid my door would be stuck. But it wasn't. I yanked it open, and another hooded figure stood there, his black robes spreading along my floor. I charged into him with all my strength, but he stood unmoving, like a statue. I whirled around. 3 more of the mysterious figures stood there, just staring at me. Dropping to my knees, I began to cry. The figures appeared out of anything out of my field of vision, so I never actually saw them appear. Soon, I was surrounded. Then, a huge-no, incredibly huge figure stood there, towering above all the other ones. He was the first one, and last one, to speak. "You have been cursed." I couldn't take it anymore. My world went black. But not for the last time, for I woke up again, shuddering in a strange room. More strange figures stood there. I was about to cry out, but my mouth didn't respond. I reached up with my arms to wrench open my mouth and force it to speak(I wasn't thinking clearly at that time), but my arms wouldn't respond either. Then I realized. I had no mouth, nor arms nor legs. I was simply floating in thin air, dressed in black clothes. And the pain began. It started innocently at first. An antbite. But it increased in intensity, and in 5 minutes, it was torture. The titan figure entered the room. "The pain will never stop. Nor will it stop increasing, for that matter." No. I thought to myself. No. Not ever. I ran out of the room widly, for some reason being able to go through walls, and found myself in the Earth sky. I flew as fast as I can, with no place to go. Then I saw it. A teenager, surfing Scratch. He casually clicked the flag button on Nobody(who I now realize was the giant figure)'s post. I flew to his window, trying to convey the message to him. "FOLLOW HIS INSTRUCTIONS!!!!" I scream silently, in my mind, which was quickly drowned out by yet another avalaunche of pain. Without warning, a wave of Deja Vu hit me. Had I done this before? No... then the details clicked into place, and a horrible suspicion began to form. I had never done this. I had seen others do it. I looked at myself into the bedroom mirror of the teenager. Black robes. Bloodred eyes. Floating there, unable to speak nor touch. I had become one of them. The eternal cursed.

There is actually a user on scratch named nobody 

Last edited by kimmy123 (2010-10-01 19:18:19)

helltank wrote:

kimmy123 wrote:

helltank wrote:

===The Demons that haunt my mind==

It was 9:00 P.M, and I was using Scratch on my Mac. Just then, I spotted a post from a user named Nobody. It said,"Post this to 5 other threads or you shall be cursed. You will see things that no human should see." Laughing to myself, I flagged the post, and forgot all about it. The next day, the post was still there. After a few more weeks and some emails to the Scratch Team, I found out that the Scratch Team had not recieved my flag at all. Upon inspection of my internet and Mac, it appeared nothing was wrong. Shrugging it off as a glitch in the email system, I decided to find out more about "Nobody". Well, he lived up to his name. Quite literally, in fact, as he did not even have a "My Stuff" page. Using a little trick my wannabe hacker friend taught me, I checked the system records on the Scratch server. Other than the post, the server had no records about Nobody, not even his signing up. That was the first weird thing, and compared to what I was going to suffer, it was like heaven. Then the second weird thing came. I saw some movement near my window. Whipping my head around, I saw a hooded figure stare at me with cold, bloodred eyes. He didn't have any weapon or do anything particularly menacing, but I was still frightened out of my wits. Why? Because he was outside my window staring. So what? So, my room was on the 6th floor of a block of apartments. And there was no tree he could have climbed up. I tried yanking open the usually easy to move window, but it didn't budge. I grabbed my chair and tried smashing the window. I hit the fragile window so hard the chair bounced off, but nothing happened. I started to panic, and in desperation pulled the blinds down. Unfortunately, the blinds appeared to have been stuck. I lost my head completely and started covering the window. Apparently, the strength of the window was due to the loss of the strength of the paper, like the strength had been transfered. The paper was now so weak that they ripped when I held them. Screaming, I made a dash for my door. I was so afraid my door would be stuck. But it wasn't. I yanked it open, and another hooded figure stood there, his black robes spreading along my floor. I charged into him with all my strength, but he stood unmoving, like a statue. I whirled around. 3 more of the mysterious figures stood there, just staring at me. Dropping to my knees, I began to cry. The figures appeared out of anything out of my field of vision, so I never actually saw them appear. Soon, I was surrounded. Then, a huge-no, incredibly huge figure stood there, towering above all the other ones. He was the first one, and last one, to speak. "You have been cursed." I couldn't take it anymore. My world went black. But not for the last time, for I woke up again, shuddering in a strange room. More strange figures stood there. I was about to cry out, but my mouth didn't respond. I reached up with my arms to wrench open my mouth and force it to speak(I wasn't thinking clearly at that time), but my arms wouldn't respond either. Then I realized. I had no mouth, nor arms nor legs. I was simply floating in thin air, dressed in black clothes. And the pain began. It started innocently at first. An antbite. But it increased in intensity, and in 5 minutes, it was torture. The titan figure entered the room. "The pain will never stop. Nor will it stop increasing, for that matter." No. I thought to myself. No. Not ever. I ran out of the room widly, for some reason being able to go through walls, and found myself in the Earth sky. I flew as fast as I can, with no place to go. Then I saw it. A teenager, surfing Scratch. He casually clicked the flag button on Nobody(who I now realize was the giant figure)'s post. I flew to his window, trying to convey the message to him. "FOLLOW HIS INSTRUCTIONS!!!!" I scream silently, in my mind, which was quickly drowned out by yet another avalaunche of pain. Without warning, a wave of Deja Vu hit me. Had I done this before? No... then the details clicked into place, and a horrible suspicion began to form. I had never done this. I had seen others do it. I looked at myself into the bedroom mirror of the teenager. Black robes. Bloodred eyes. Floating there, unable to speak nor touch. I had become one of them. The eternal cursed.

There is actually a user on scratch named nobody 

Of course! I dare you to report his post...

*nukes the 60 second rule*

I don't think nobody has any posts on the forum

Is this the original Scary Story thread? Was it reopened?

I wrote this myself. It seems dumb until the end hehehehehe...
    Little Charley Saunders had wandered far from the preschool Easter Egg Hunt group. He had crawled through a gap in the fence with his bright yellow basket full of plastic eggshells, laughing and licking chocolate from his fingers. He had wandered up the hillside covered in grass and flowers. Now he was lost. But it was a perfect spring day, so instead of worrying, Charley settled himself in a patch of wild clover. He ate all the candy left in his basket and then he fell asleep.
    When Charley woke up several hours later, he yawned and stretched. He’d forgotten where he was, but he was hungry after his nap. The Easter chocolate seemed a long time away now.
    Charley got up, abandoning his little blue jacket and yellow basket, in search of food. He minded that he was lost now, and he wanted his dinner. Where was everybody? How had he gotten so far lost? He tottered around the hills, his stomach growling, when suddenly a tantalizing scent reached his nose. It smelled of ham roasting in the oven, his most favorite food.
    Without a second thought, he followed the scent to a cave in the hill. Meat-scented smoke drifted from the opening. Charley felt his mouth water. “Ham,” he said aloud. And he clambered up into the cave.
    Charley’s eyes widened in astonishment. The flames roasting the meat were emerald green! A hunk of meat as big as he was suspended in midair, cooking tenderly. It looked so good that Charley forgot all about the green fire. He ate his fill of meat. It was hot and he burned his fingers and tongue, but in his hunger he thought he’d never tasted anything better. He licked every drop of meat juice from his hands. The green flames illuminated the cave so that he didn’t notice how dark it was outside.
    When Charley had finished eating, he decided to explore. He didn’t have far to look before something interested him. It was a giant nest, in which was a huge golden egg! Charley brightened. So, he wasn’t lost after all—this must be the prize egg!
    However, he was so tired he went right to sleep, curled up beside the egg.
    Before dawn, Charley’s eyes blinked open sleepily. He’d woken to a loud, angry roar. At first all he saw was a flash of pearly white fangs and a huge red mouth. Then, his eyes adjusted to the spooky half-light of early morning and he stiffened with terror. Blood red eyes glared at him from a huge, spiky reptilian head. Gigantic wings like coarse black leather stretched up aggressively. And then Charley knew what the egg was, and that he was to become the dragon’s next meal…
    Three days later, a man stood out front of the grocery store, passing out blue flyers. “Missing children,” he explained to a passing person.
    “Children?” asked the woman, her eyebrows furrowing. She stopped pushing her cart. “As in more than one?”
    “Yes, two,” said the man passing out flyers. “It’s very sad. We suspect a kidnapper… Charles Saunders and Minnie Brown, two preschoolers from the same class, both vanished from the park on the exact same day. Minnie disappeared first…”

scratcher7_13 wrote:

Is this the original Scary Story thread? Was it reopened?

Yep 

PW132 wrote:

There was a killer, EVERYONE DIES

The end.

Yeah, after six months, that joke is still not funny.

kimmy123 wrote:

big pokemon red creepypasta

I read that story a couple of years ago.

It still haunts me. It's probably the creepiest creepypasta ever (besides the Majora's Mask one, and that's saying something).

scratch_yoshi wrote:

What the... I coulda sworn there was a couple more posts here....

There were, but one of them contained a swear so they were all removed.

Who needs logic?