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Guys, read the creepypasta "The Russian Sleep Experiment". I swear, it will really creep you out.

~Jagged Picture~

The man with the golden mask tilted his head carefully, and held the photograph up to the light. It was of a smiling family, at a reunion dinner. A red faced husband, a plump wife, an infant, a cute girl, her face half hidden by her tiny hands, a boy wearing a baseball cap in a Superman pose.
He sniffed, as though a delicious smell barely eluded him. Then he shook his head, and turned to the briefcase on the table beside him. His long, thin fingers gracefully slid open the latch, and he pushed the briefcase open. A rusty knife sat there, along with a bundle of hundred dollar notes.
He picked up the knife, felt its jagged edges. Then he held it, gripped it tight in those white hands of his. With silent precision, the knife stabbed into the photograph. It twirled along the edges, and then suddenly the face of the red faced husband fell to the ground.
Cut. Slice. Twirl. The photograph was full of holes where the heads of the people in the photograph should have been. The man gently placed the knife back into the briefcase, closed it, and locked the latch. He pressed down on a corner of the briefcase, and there was a slight sound as a hidden lock sprang into place.

***
It was a beautiful autumn. Yellowed leaves gathered on the ground in piles, the sort that Timmy loved to play in. Betsy joined him, sliding down the leaves like they were in a playground. They hurled sticks at each other and build dirt castles. Clara was too young to play with them, and instead crawled around the house, occasionally pulling at the legs of her father or mother.
Laughing, Sarah Nott picked her up, and fed her from a plastic bottle. There was a call of "lunch's ready!", and James Nott stepped out of the kitchen, gingerly balancing stacks of plates. He scooped steaming red spaghetti into the plates, and Timmy rushed in. Sarah set Clara down in her baby chair.
"Where's Betsy?" James asked.
Timmy scratched his head, thinking. "She said she wanted to play some more."
"Well, go and ask her to come and eat lunch."
Timmy hurried out of the room, and didn't come back.
Later on, the police found two badly mutilated corpses buried deep in a pile of leaves. They had deep grooves running down their faces, and their eyes were bloodshot and in pieces. Their bodies were burnt and shriveled, the result of slow roasting over a high temperature. They were bald and their mouths were nothing but a gash in their faces.
The funeral was a brief thing. Closed casket, of course, what with their bodies in such a state.
Clara was left with a baby sitter, her parents having judged that she was too young to see this sort of thing. They returned home to find that the baby sitter was gone, and Clara was in much the same state as Timmy and Betsy. The baby sitter was eventually found lying in a ditch. She wasn't as badly mutilated as the others, but she was dead as a doornail. A neat crimson hole in the small of her back, and an equally neat black hole in the back of her head. A bullet and a knife.
Sarah was the next to die. She headed to the supermarket, but never got there. Detectives were called after a group of teenagers went into a house about to be demolished for safety reasons on a dare, and found her. The teenagers were shaking and pale, and no one really blamed them.
A day after her death, James Nott stood in front of his bathroom mirror. His hand slipped into his pocket, and he pulled out a photograph with people's faces cut out and a golden mask. He put the mask on and looked at the photograph again. The jagged knife flashed in his mind.
When the detectives assigned to work on his case knocked on his door for a routine check up, no one answered. Somebody called his cell phone, but a cool female voice told him that the number was no longer in use. They broke down the door and searched the house.
Someone had ripped the flesh of James' skull, exposing the rotting brain and bleached white bones underneath. The rest of his body was untouched.
That day, they marked the case as closed and burned the files.

Last edited by helltank (2011-09-02 22:05:05)

helltank wrote:

Guys, read the creepypasta "The Russian Sleep Experiment". I swear, it will really creep you out.

can you post it?

Want a scary story? Search 'Bear Bear' or something like that in Newgrounds.

And make sure you do not own any stuffed animals, or you won't be sleeping in about the rest of your lifetime.

geohendan wrote:

Want a scary story? Search 'Bear Bear' or something like that in Newgrounds.

And make sure you do not own any stuffed animals, or you won't be sleeping in about the rest of your lifetime.

was it "the pink bear"? because that wasent scary, but bloody and unsettling.

banana500 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

geohendan wrote:

Want a scary story? Search 'Bear Bear' or something like that in Newgrounds.

And make sure you do not own any stuffed animals, or you won't be sleeping in about the rest of your lifetime.

was it "the pink bear"? because that wasent scary, but bloody and unsettling.

No, I just watched something called "Bear Bear". It was pretty creepy, but sad at the same time.

Because of that, I want to burn every stuffed animal I own.

what happenned in it?

banana500 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

banana500 wrote:

No, I just watched something called "Bear Bear". It was pretty creepy, but sad at the same time.

Because of that, I want to burn every stuffed animal I own.

what happenned in it?

It was something about a stuffed bear in a toy shop, and nobody wanted him, until finally some person bought it for her daughter. The daughter was sleeping with it and then had to go to the bathroom, but the bear went all psycho because it thought that she left him alone, so it tried to kill her, but then she woke up and it was all a dream, but then she threw the bear against the wall and went back to sleep.

There. The entire thing in a nutshell.

creepy...

kimmy123 wrote:

banana500 wrote:

samid11 wrote:

what happenned in it?

It was something about a stuffed bear in a toy shop, and nobody wanted him, until finally some person bought it for her daughter. The daughter was sleeping with it and then had to go to the bathroom, but the bear went all psycho because it thought that she left him alone, so it tried to kill her, but then she woke up and it was all a dream, but then she threw the bear against the wall and went back to sleep.

There. The entire thing in a nutshell.

I felt bad for bear bear.

Me too.

Here's my story!

Why is everyone posting Pokemon stories about the old games like Red and Emerald, but no one’s posting stories about Black and White?  Anyway…

Pokemon Black

I had already bought (and beaten) Pokemon White, but I wanted to have Black, too.  I didn’t want a hacked game, so I bought a new one on Amazon.  When I turned it on, however, the first strange thing happened.  Even though there was no saved game, it didn’t let me choose a name.  It was just “Welcome back, !.” Whoever hacked this game didn’t care for flashy names, I guess.  Whatever.  When the game had me choose a starter, I chose Tepig. (What!  I like Fire pokemon!) I wanted to see if ! was a boy or girl, so I checked the Profile. That’s when the second thing happened.
According to the profile, I had $0, as expected.  But there was better news.   I had two surprises: access to all the towns and Victory Road, and strangely, Tepig knew Fly.  I went to the top of Victory Road and started fighting the first of the Elite Four (I think it was Grimsley).  On Grimsley’s first Pokemon, my Tepig used Fly.   It took down the other Pokemon’s health by  1 HP.  The other pokemon vanished! And, Grimsley said that I beat him!
Grimsley said that since I beat him, I deserve a prize. He gave me $100,000,000! THAT definetly wasn’t supposed to happen, but my character asked him why.  Grimsley said, “Let’s just say you might not want to spend this money.”  Then the screen went black, waited  5 seconds, and then perked up again. I could see that ! was standing in the middle of a Pokemon Center. With my money,  I bought ten Super Potions.  I walked outside and I was in Castelia City. I went to Route Four and got into a battle with Sandile, Level 6.
Sandile used Crunch and brought Tepig down to 6 HP.  I used one of the Super Potions that I bought.   The next thing that happened was the strangest of all.  The screen said, TEPIG got sick from the Super Potion and lost 900 HP! Then it said, TEPIG died, and Tepig disappeared! I checked my party, and there were no Pokemon in it.  The screen turned black for the second time, and I reached for the power button, but before I could turn the game off, a text box appeared on the screen. Apparently I had bumped into a sign.
The sign said, “Light the way.”  I then saw my character onscreen holding a flashlight. I pressed A to use the flashlight, and it looked like I was in a volcano of some sort.  Half the floor was covered in lava.  There was a narrow passage that crossed the lava, and on the other side, another sign. The walls had graffiti all over them saying “Don’t do it! Don’t cross!”  I debated going to the sign for a few seconds, then crossed.  I read the sign.  It said, “Prepare to switch.”  What does THAT mean?  Then, sadly, my character crumpled.  I assumed he was dead.  But then I felt myself being sucked into the game!

I'm posting this from inside the game. Can someone please get me out of here? HELP!!!!!!

THE END

Last edited by juliabrookek (2011-09-05 09:32:41)

juliabrookek wrote:

kimmy123 wrote:

banana500 wrote:

It was something about a stuffed bear in a toy shop, and nobody wanted him, until finally some person bought it for her daughter. The daughter was sleeping with it and then had to go to the bathroom, but the bear went all psycho because it thought that she left him alone, so it tried to kill her, but then she woke up and it was all a dream, but then she threw the bear against the wall and went back to sleep.

There. The entire thing in a nutshell.

I felt bad for bear bear.

Me too.

Here's my story!

Why is everyone posting Pokemon stories about the old games like Red and Emerald, but no one’s posting stories about Black and White?  Anyway…

Pokemon Black

* long pokemon black story*

BUT IF YOU'RE BONES ARE THERE, THEN HOW DID YOU WRITE THAT WITHOUT BONES? DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUN

Justain Beiber cornerd me in an alleyway... 2 b continued, IN H E L L!

(is that 2 grusome)

samid11 wrote:

juliabrookek wrote:

kimmy123 wrote:

I felt bad for bear bear.

Me too.

Here's my story!

Why is everyone posting Pokemon stories about the old games like Red and Emerald, but no one’s posting stories about Black and White?  Anyway…

Pokemon Black

* long pokemon black story*

BUT IF YOU'RE BONES ARE THERE, THEN HOW DID YOU WRITE THAT WITHOUT BONES? DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUN

FINE! I'll change the ending.

stor wrote:

Do I care? + What have I broke anyway?

Sunrise-Moon wrote:

4. No "Ha ha, I'm so cool so I'll write a horror story that's actually just supposed to be stupid and funny" stories.

Shadowsonics wrote:

stor wrote:

Do I care? + What have I broke anyway?

Sunrise-Moon wrote:

4. No "Ha ha, I'm so cool so I'll write a horror story that's actually just supposed to be stupid and funny" stories.

If justain Beiber cornered YOU in an alleyway, would you be scared?