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kimmy123 wrote:

coinman wrote:

kimmy123 wrote:

I think I deleted all of the swears and bad stuff

During the first few days of the release of Pokemon Red and Green in Japan, back in February 27, 1996, a peak of deaths appeared in the age group of 10-15.

The children were usually found dead through suicide, usually by jumping from heights. However, some were more odd..

The few children who were saved before killing themselves showed sporadic behavior. When asked why they were going to hurt themselves they only answered in chaotic screams and scratched at their own eyes. When showed what seemed to be the connection to this attitude, the gameboy, they had no response, but when combined with either Pokemon Red or Green, the screams would continue, and they would do their best to leave the room it was located in.

This confirmed the authorities suspicion that the games, somehow, had a connection to these children and the deaths. It was a strange case, because many children who had the same games did not show this behavior, but only a few. The police had no choice but to pursue this, since they had no other leads.

Collecting all the cartridges these children had purchased, they kept them sealed away as strong evidence to look over later. They decided the first thing to do was to talk to the programmers themselves. The first person they met was the director of the original games, Satoshi Tajiri. When told about the deaths surrounding his games, he seemed slightly uneasy, but admitted nothing. He lead them to the main programmers of the game, the people responsible for the actual content.

The detectives met Takenori Oota, one of the main programmers of the game. Unlike Satoshi, he did not seem uneasy, but very kept. Explaining that it was impossible to use something like a game to cause such deaths, and also bringing up the point that not all the children were affected, he brushed it off as some kind of odd coincidence or mass hysteria. It seemed like he was hiding something, but he wasnt giving way. Finally, he did say something interesting.

Takenori had heard a rumor going around that the music for Lavender Town, one of the locations in the game, had caused some children to go ill. It was only a rumor, and had no real definite back up, but it was still something to look into.

He directed the detectives to Junichi Masuda, the music composer of the series. Masuda had also heard of these rumors, but again said they had no evidence that his music was the cause. Even to prove a point he played the exact song from the game completely through with no effects to anyone, the detectives nor Masuda himself, feeling anything different or odd. Although they still had their suspicions of Masuda and the music of Lavender town, it seemed they had reached another dead end.

Going back to the cartridges they had seized from the homes of the children, they decided to take a slightly more direct look at the games. They knew that it was these games that gave the children the ill effects, so they took extreme caution. Popping in the cartridge and turning the console on, the game screen booted. The title screen appeared, and the option to continue or create a new game appeared.

When they chose to continue the game, stats of that game appeared. They saw the names of the children who had played, usually Red or another simple name. However, the interesting thing was the time played and the number of Pokemon they owned. On every game, the time was very low, and all of them had only a single Pokemon in their inventory. They came to the stunning reality that it could not have been the music from Lavender town that had caused such ill effects in the children, since it was impossible to reach that part of the game in such small amount of time and with only one Pokemon in their inventory. This brought them to the conclusion that something early on in the game had to be the cause.

If it wasnt the music, nor the title screen, it had to be something within the first few minutes of the game itself. They had no choice but to turn off the game now and go back to the programmers. Asking for a list of all the programmers from Takenori, they found, surprisingly, that one of the programmers had committed suicide shortly after the game was released. His name was Chiro Miura, a very obscure programmer who had provided very little for the game. Even more interestingly, he had requested his name did not appear in the credits of the game, and so it was not.

Looking over the evidence found at Chiros apartment, they found many notes written in bold marker. Most of it was crumbled, or marked out, making it very difficult to read. They few words they could find in the mess was Do not enter, Watch out and COME FOLLOW ME in bold. The detectives were unsure what these meant, but knew they had to have a connection. Further searching, they discovered Chiro was good friends with one of the map designers, Kohji Nisino, and this was probably the only reason Chiro had given a part in making the game.

Kohji Nisino, since the release of the game, had locked himself in his apartment, barely leaving in the dark of night to fetch anything he might need. He told his friends and family he was mourning for his dear friend Chiro, but they didnt believe this, since Nisino had locked himself up the day the game was put in stores, a few days before Chiro had killed himself.

It was troubling, but the authorities finally persuaded Nisnino to sit down and speak with them. He looked as if he hadnt slept in days, dark rings under his eyes. He stunk, his nails had grown black and his hair was greasy, sticking to his forehead and neck. He spoke in stutters and murmurs, but at least he had something to say.

When asked if he knew anything about the children who had died after exposure of the game and if it had any connection to the game, he answered them seemingly carefully, choosing his words thoughtfully before answering. He told them that his friend Chiro had an interesting idea with the game, something he had wanted to try since he heard the project was starting. Nisino himself knew Takenori, the director and main programmer, for a long time, so he could easily get a mediocre programmer in on the project with a little persuasion. It seemed Chiro had convinced Nisino to get him in on the project, and it had worked.

The detectives knew they were on to something. This unknown obscure programmer, Chiro, had to have something to do with it, something... They asked what Chiros idea was, why he wanted so badly to have a part in making this childrens game. Nisino told them that Chiro never told him much about it, other than a few details every now and then. He wanted to insert a special Pokemon in the game, one completely different from all the others. It would serve as an extra, a kind of out of place thrill for the player. It wasnt, however, Missing No. It couldnt be. With the gameplay time recorded on the cartridges, it was impossible for the children to have time to meet that Pokemon.

Nisino, throughout the entire conversation, seemed to break down even more with every question. The detectives pushed him more and more, searching through his mind for any and every scrap of knowledge this man had no game and Chiro... and Chiros intentions...

It was when they asked about the notes found in Chiros home that he snapped. From under the couch Nisino was sitting on he whipped out a pistol, pointing it straight at the police while backing away a few steps. Then, just as quickly, he brought the pistol to his face.

Dont follow me... muttered Nisino as he stuck the pistol in his mouth and pulled the trigger. It was too quick for the police to react. It was done. Nisino had killed himself, repeating slightly differently what was written on one of Chiros papers...

It seemed all leads had finally died. The team who had created this original game were splitting up, becoming harder to find. It was as if they were keeping a secret. When the police finally managed to talk with anyone who had parts in the game, even the obscure character designers or monster designers, it seemed they had nothing of interest to say. Most of them didnt even know Chiro, and the few who did only seen him once or twice working on the game itself. Throughout all of this the only confirmation they had was that Chiro was indeed the one who had worked on the very early parts of the game.

It had been a couple of months after the original children suicides and the death rate had dropped dramatically. It seemed that the game was no longer giving any ill effects to any children. The call back of the games that was planned was canceled, since it seemed the game was no longer harming any children. They had began to think that maybe Takenori was right and it was all just a very odd coincidence or mass hysteria... Until they received the letter.

It was given to one of the detectives himself, quite directly out on the street. It was a woman who gave him the note, a very frail, thin, sick looking thing. She gave him the letter quickly, telling him it was something he needed to see, and without waiting for a response or another word, she disappeared into the crowd. The detective brought it to his office, and calling the others in, he brought it out and read it aloud.

It was a letter written by Chiro himself, but it wasnt one found at his apartment. They had throughly searched and cleared out the place, so wherever this letter had come from, it wasnt kept at his home. It was signed to be given to Nisino. It started off quite formal, a hello, how are you, regards to the family, and such. After one or two of these normal paragraphs, they reached a section that requested Nisino to get him into the game team, to get him a programming position in Pokemon Red and Green.

As the letter continued, the handwriting seemed to grow more jittery. He talked about a glorious idea he had, a way to program something unseen in any game before. He said it would certainly revolutionize not only the gaming industry, but everyone. He went on to say that it was a very simple procedure to program this idea into the game. He did not even have to add any foreign programming, but could use what was already given in the game itself. This would, the detectives agreed, make it impossible to notice any obscurities in the programming itself. It was a perfect way to hide whatever this was.

The letter ended abruptly. There was no goodbye, no say hi to the family, no write back, or thank you. Nothing like that. It was just his name, written hard in the letter where the paper almost broke through. It was only his name. Chiro Miura.

This was the nail in the coffin for the detectives. They had no more suspicion about the cause. Chiro had programmed something into the early parts of the game, something maddening. To further increase this streak of success, they discovered that the programming team had worked in pairs, even Chiro himself. He had worked with another programmer, Sousuke Tamada.

If anyone knew what the secret in this game was, Sousuke Tamada would be the man. This was their final hope of unraveling this mystery once and for all.

They learned Sousuke had provided a lot of programming to the game, and seemed to be an average, good guy and worker. They were easily allowed into his home, a fair place, and they entered his living room where they sat. Sousuke did not sit, however. He stood by the window of the second story floor, looking out onto the busy street. He was smiling a little.

There is no direct witnesses to the events that followed. The only thing from this conversation that remained was found on a voice recorder sitting on the table in front of the two detectives assigned to talk to Sousuke.

Sousuke Tamada, what part did you have in the games Pokemon Red and Green? asked the first detective.

I was a programmer. His voice was light, friendly, almost too friendly. Thats all.

Am I right in knowing that the programmers working on the game worked in teams? asked the detective.

One could hear the voice of feet moving on the floor slightly. You would be right, said Sousuke after a moment of silence.

And your partner, his name was--The detective was quickly cut off by Sousuke eerie voice.

Chiro Miura... That was his name. Chiro Miura.

Another silence. It seemed the detectives were a little uneasy about this man. Could you tell us if Muira ever acted strange at all? Any particular behaviors you observed while working with him at all?

Sousuke answered them. I dont know him that well, really. We didnt meet up frequently, only every once in a while to trade data, or when the entire group was called up for a meeting... Thats the only times I really ever saw him. He acted normal, as far as I could tell. He was a short man, and I think this affected his consciousness.. He acted weaker than any other man I met. He was willing to do a lot of work to gain recognition, this I do know. I think...

Silence. Yes? asked the detective, pushing for him to continue. You think what?

I think he was a very weak man. I think he wanted to prove himself regardless of this point... I think he wanted to make himself known for something special, something that would make people forget about the way he looked and pay attention to the powerful mind that lay inside his skull.. Unfortunately for him, however.. heheh.. He didnt have much of a mind to back up that reasoning.

Why do you say that? asked the second detective.

Well its the simple truth, answered Sousuke quickly. His feet could be heard moving across the tiled floor. He was nothing special, even if he wanted to believe so. You cant become greatness, even if you believe it. Its impossible... Somehow, I think Chiro knew this himself, somewhere deep in there, he knew it.

The detectives were silent again, not sure how to steer the conversation. After a moment, they continued. Can you tell us what Chiros part of the game was? What did he work on exactly?

Sousuke answered more quickly than before. Nothing... I mean, nothing important. He worked on some obscure parts of the beginning of the game. A pause, then a little more information. It was Oaks part to be exact. He worked on some of Oaks parts... When hes seen first, you see..

What else? pushed the police. They could hear it in Sousukes voice. He knew something. We know you know about the children and the deaths. We know it was Chiro who did it. He programmed something in the game.

What are you implying? asked Sousuke. It sounded like he was trying to maintain his voice.

Were implying that since your his partner, if youre hiding something from us then you could just as much be responsible for those childrens deaths as Chiro is himself!

You cant prove anything! Sousuke shouted.

Tell us what Chiro did to the game! they shouted back.

WHAT I TOLD HIM TO.

Silence. Complete silence.

You want to know, huh? asked Sousuke finally, breaking the eerie silence, but replacing it with his voice. you want to know what is this all about? Chiro was an idiot. He'd do anything for a bit of attention, anything at all. He couldnt program worth a poop either. The one thing he could do, however, was be manipulated. You could tell him what to do, and hed do it. He wouldnt even question it, hed do it. Just to hear that thank you when you received the finish product, that was his reasons. Thats all he wanted.

Two clicks from the detectives guns could heard.

I could control him flawlessly. Hes a lot like Takenori... Of course none of you knew this, but I was the one who brought up the idea of the game, the idea of the entire operation. I just told the fellow what to do, and he followed me without doubt. He knows nothing, just like Chiro.

A sound of a window opening could be heard, follow by the detectives.

Dont move or well shoot!

Let me tell you about a mechanic in the game, continued Sousuke. His voice was more rushed, but it still held that slyness. Consider it a hint, alright? If you walk around in grassy areas enough a Pokemon will appear, and youll have the chance to go into battle with it. Its a necessary part of the game overall, you see?

Step away from the window! We wont warn you again!

At the start of the game you have to walk into the grassy area before Oak appears and you receive your first Pokemon, understand me? Under normal circumstances, it was programmed that even though youre in a grassy area, no Pokemon will spawn... I made it different. I manipulated that Chiro, told him what to put in the program, gave him all the instructions on how to do it, and he did it flawlessly. Its rare, but it can happen.. Stepping into that grass, one can spawn...

Sousuke, we dont want to shoot!

Shoot me? asked Souske, laughing at the same time. Shoot ME? Youre as dumb as Chiro was! Once he found out the truth, he had to end it! It was his fault after all! He shot himself because of it! If youre so determined to finish that case of yours, if you want to know, play the * game for yourself! Roll the wheel, and who knows? Maybe youll learn the secret for yourself!

A shot could be heard, loud enough to distort the audio. Sounds of screaming, murmuring could be heard. The table the recorder was on crashed. Ear shattering distortions. Silence. Then laughing. Sousuke was laughing, and then words. Come follow me... Come follow me... And then nothing.

The recorder continued to record until the tape ran out. There was nothing else on it. The police arrived on the scene quickly, and to their horror they discovered Sousuke and the two detectives dead. They had all been shot, but not after struggling. The detectives had been shot multiple times, at least ten each, before dying after being shot in between their eyes. Sousuke himself had clearly died of two hots to his chest, straight through the heart.

This game was causing a massacre. At least a hundred children were dead. Nisino, the unexpecting friend, dead. Chiro, the manipulated toy, dead. The two detectives, dead. And now, even the creator, the cause of this atrocity, Sousuke, dead. This game was stretching far over its original intentions. It was killing anyone and everyone who got involved.

The lead detective had decided to put this case away. He man who committed the crime was dead, so there was no longer any reason to continue the case. All evidence, all the cartridges, all the notes, all the letters, they were locked away, kept in the darkness where they belonged. There were talks about the entire thing, small conversations every now and then, but over the years even these began to fade away. Eventually, the case was only a memory in the minds of those who experienced it first hand.

Ten years passed. February 27, 2006 was the date. The lead detective, the man who locked away the original evidence ten years previous, was reminded of the awful event that occurred. Although he was no longer in the force, he still had access to files and was helped when he could. The reminder of the event caused him to look back, to open the sealed container that held all the evidence collected.

He read through the letters and the notes. He remembered the woman who had appeared to him on the street that one day and handed him that letter that lead to the change of the entire case. He wondered who she was, and where she had come from. Perhaps she was Chiros mother... or maybe Sousukes. It was far too late to pursue any of this. Far too late..

Sealing the container again, he saw a second one directly behind it. Pulling it out, he read the note on top of it. evidence #2012A He opened it up, and looked inside. Filling the container were exactly 104 Pokemon Red and Green cartridges, each one in perfect condition, untouched since the day they had last checked them ten years ago.

He reached in and pulled one out, Pokemon Red. He hadnt seen one in a long time. He didnt know what he thought next, but he reached in his desk and pulled out an old Gameboy. He received it a long time ago, but it still worked. It was his sons, but he had died a few years ago. His wife was gone too. That was then though. Popping in the cartridge in the back of the Gameboy he turned on the system.

The title screen. Then the option to continue or start a new game. Tanaka. That was the childs name, the one who played it first. He was probably dead, along with all the others. He pressed New Game, and started a new game. It was normal, average. He walked around, talked to his mother, went outside. He started walking towards the grass.

In his head, he could still hear Sousukes words. Even though he was not there, even though he had never seen the man in his life, he could still see him, hear him. Come follow me.

He was getting closer and closer, only a step or two away.

Roll the wheel, and who knows? Maybe youll learn the secret for yourself!

He entered the grass. The screen did nothing at first. Nothing at all. It just sat there, and so did the detective, completely frozen, as if time had stopped just for them. The screen went black. and then lit up again, the iconic green background with black text appearing.

The lead detectives weary eyes grew wide. He couldnt help but read out what was there in front of him.

Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me. I miss you dad, I miss you my husband, I miss you so much.

Tears formed in his eyes, falling down his cheeks. Screens and screens of text appeared and he rapidly clicked the A button to continue it. It was his wife and his child. They were speaking to him, calling to him, crying with him. They wanted to see him, they loved him, he loved them.

I love you too, muttered the man in a hoarse, scratching voice.

Come follow me, become new again. We want to see you and hold you, and be with you forever and ever and ever and ever.

AND EVER AND EVER...

Dont stay away. You can see us too.. We miss you.. Come follow me. We love yo--

A black screen. The detectives eyes grew wide, his jaw dropping. The screen lit back up, and Oak was leading him out of the grass. Come follow me, said Oak.

NO! shouted the man, dropping the game onto the floor. He quickly fell forward, reaching for it, bringing the screen back to his face. Bring them back, bring them back to me! The game continued on as usual, not responding to the detective at all. My wife, my child, listen to me! Bring them back to me, I said!

Voices... He heard voices, hundreds of voices. He turned around from his seat, looking behind him, and standing in his small room were children, many children.They were screaming, reaching towards him.

Bring back my mommy, bring back my daddy, bring back my pet! they all screamed out, reaching for the game. I dont want them to go away, bring them back to me, bring them back to me!

No! shouted the detective. Its mine! My family is here, dont touch it! Horror was across his face.

Come follow me... said a voice. The lead detective looked over, and in the corner of his room, next to an old desk, was Sousuke. He stood in the corner, tall, handsome, clean. A smile was on his face, stretching across his face. Come follow me...

The lead detective jumped up, stepping back, trying to force away the children crawling towards him, reaching out for the game held tightly within his hands. Wh-whats going on here!? Whats going on!? Where is my family!?


Sousuke smiled generously. Ill show you. Ill help you get away from them, you see? Just follow me. Sousuke reached down, and opened a drawer on the old desk. The lead detective, pushing through the crowd of children, trying to get away, looked inside.

Siting there, covered with dust, was his old gun from when he was on the force. He had not used that gun in many years and had put it away, not wanting to remember the things he had to do with it. But right now he didnt see it as something that caused pain or that killed. It was shining, it was light. It was something that could set him free.

Just follow me, said Sousuke, picking up the gun and putting it in the lead detectives hand. He formed his hand to hold the gun, then brought it up to his temple. Just pull the trigger. Thats all.

The lead detective turned around. The children were crawling at him, grabbing his legs and pulling at him. They reached for the game. He turned back towards Sousuke, and smiled.

My family... Ill follow you. He pulled the trigger. BANG

It was a few days before the body was discovered. It lay on the floor. In one hand held an empty gun, and in the other was a classic Gameboy with Pokemon Red on the back. The battery had long died, and only an empty, black screen was left.

This was the final murder that the remaining authorities would allow. The last detective who was ever a part of this case personally carried all 104 cartridges away, and burned them all, making sure not a single one survived. There would taunt no more.

However, this is not the end of the story. The code was said to have survived, and was even passed on to other language versions of the games. If you have an old Pokemon game, you can place the cartridge in the back of the classic Gameboy, turn on the system, and roll the wheel who knows? Maybe youll learn the secret for yourself.

did you make that up yourself?

No.

where did you find it?

Can people PLEASE snippet Come Follow Me out of the quotes? It's a long (but awesome) creepypasta, so it's annoying to have to scroll through it all of the time.

banana500 wrote:

Can people PLEASE snippet Come Follow Me out of the quotes? It's a long (but awesome) creepypasta, so it's annoying to have to scroll through it all of the time.

Stickman704 wrote:

I know a lot of animal crossing ones which are generally boring and the same. However there is one that I reccomend reading The Terrible Secret Of Animal Crossing. - Be warned, it contains swearing - a lot.

Anyway, here's a good one

bearlybreathing.exe
I'm beaing serious here, there seems to be some sort of truth to this story.

They say when you take a picture of someone you capture their soul in the camera. They also say if you print it off, that picture contains the soul itself and you can control them with it.

I’m not sure where to start. Do you know what the Primordial Soup is? A veritable ocean of elements, all floating around randomly. And through millions of years of time, eventually the right set of random circumstances came to pass, and the elements were able to connect together and form the worlds first single cell organism.

Now that’s a really boiled down version of it but I’m sure you get the gist of it. Fast forward a few billion years to the early 1990s, when internet use began to rapidly accelerate. Every home had a computer, and new connections between computers were opening on a by the second basis.

Trillions of bytes of data began to transfer around the world at the speed of light, music, text, sound, and most importantly; pictures. Now if, when you take a picture of someone and capture their soul, what happens when that picture is converted to data and placed on a hard drive? Does the soul follow? 15 years later we believe so. We believe that when you take a picture of someone and upload it onto your computer, alongside the image data a blueprint of the person’s soul itself is imprinted on the file itself.

Look at your pictures folder. How many souls reside in that folder alone?

That’s just the beginning though. These soul blueprints each retain pieces of a puzzle, parts of the soul itself as well.

Recently a group of hackers, who referred to themselves as the Cardinals, took an interest to this theory and began experiments. They found anomalies within the binary sequences of images based on similar features of the person they had taken a picture of. A binary DNA if you will.

Now these hackers had come to posses a set of three extremely important data files. One avi, one jpeg, and one .mp3, each of which possessing interesting unexplainable qualities.

The first, cradle.avi, depicts what appears to be a group of teenagers with a low quality video camera, exploring the basement of a house. The quality of the video is distorted completely beyond any comprehensibility, and the video is very low quality. For most of the video the camera is passed around the group, handed back and forth and jerked around too much to make anything noticeable out.

But near the end the camera turns at an odd angle, and you can semi clearly make out a young girl standing in the corner facing the wall. Her hair is long and black and she is wearing some form of white dress. You only see her for a split second but many people who have seen the video claim there just seems something wrong with her. A bit deformed but not in a way anyone can explain.

But the truly peculiar property of this video is what happens to the users computer at the end of it. On the last second of the video, if not already so the video will force full screen itself. Along with this you are left with a one second looping clip of a window in a wall. It loops 15 times, and then the girl is seen again, standing on the other side of the window with her back to the viewer, slowly wavering back and forth. After a few moments the video ends and the user’s computer permanently shuts down.

Inspection has shown that the entire registry becomes completely corrupt, requiring the user to do a total wipe and reinstall.

The second file is known as needles.mp3. This sound file, when played, plays for about 3 minutes. It is extremely distorted. One can occasionally make out some form of voice talking, but most of the sound is some form of growling, rolling crackled roar.

Users who listen to this file often experience extreme nausea and loss of balance for a brief period of time.

The final file is known as burningman.jpg.

The file name has nothing to do with what the actual picture depicts. Instead it just displays a haphazard mess of overlayed and meshed images of dolls and a hallway. There also seems to be an image of a man standing with his head cast down in the background, but the image is too distorted to make anything out, much like the other files.

The image, when downloaded and opened on a users desktop, will proceed to stay permanently open on whatever program it is opened through. Not only that, the program becomes disabled. Nothing else happens, the image just permanently sits there on your desktop, unclickable, unminimizable, and your just left there with the mans invisible gaze staring at you.

From what the group of hackers were able to discern, this file seems to have precompiled into the data something along the lines of Cmdow. Yet, as complex and intricate as the program is (it works across all OS platforms) no one knows who the original creator is. In fact, few people have heard of it as the file is uncopyable nor sendable.

This in fact further adds to the mystery, as often receivers of this file will obtain it from random anonymous emails, posted on forms on a download link. Posing the question, how was that poster able to upload it?

If you ever see any of these files, refrain from downloading ANY of them. They all have varying detrimental effects on your computers, from practically taking out your whole registry, corrupting system 32, freezing your mouse or crashing your computer.

Now onwards:

This group of hackers, the Cardinals, took to analyzing these 3 files and comparing their odd behaviors. They had heard of other such odd files, images, data, etc, but were never able to get their hands on them. At least as far as we know, though rumour states they in fact were able to locate and collect all of the known files like the original smile.jpg, barbie.jpg, even suicidemouse.avi. Not even the grifter was able to escape their grasp, rumour states. But rumour also states the grifter video even exists, but thats another story.

Nonetheless, all these files in hand, the group lined the files up and begin to meticulously work through the binary one 0/1 at a time, checking for similar strains and series of binary that matched.

And they did manage to successfully do so, at least legend states. The result were 7 individual execute files that did nothing. Simply a gibberish pile of 0s and 1s. They endless puzzled over the files, each tackling an execute each. They decided to name them after themselves, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Sloth, Wrath, and Pride.

At last they attempted to line the files up. Remarkably, something odd happened. The copies of the files quite suddenly meshed together. The result was a single complete Execute, already named.

“BarelyBreathing.exe”

And what of this file? Well not much else is known after that point. They were too smart to just execute it. They analyzed the file every possible way. Hex, binary, conversions, anything to figure out what this odd file would do.

To no avail, even after forming together it was an even bigger jumble of 1s and 0s and made no more sense than the separate executes.

They backed the file up on a flash drive and proceeded to run it. That was the last command found run on their destroyed computers a week later. Their corpses had been disfigured beyond recognition. Description of the corpses stated that it almost seemed as if they had been brutally slashed across their faces and arms. Every square inch of skin that had been bare had been mutilated. Almost microwaved and then sliced repeatedly by a micro thin razor.

The government attempted to hush up the event, but there was some media leakage, and because the Cardinals had been keeping a blog amongst themselves and a few close friends (its closed down and deleted now so don’t go trying to find it) it quickly spread out as per what they had been attempting to accomplish. And if it was or was not related to their terrible deaths.

And what of the flash drive? A friend, who knew of its existence, later checked the home of the group and was unable to find it. According to reports the drive was found in the pocket of one of the group and had been taken into custody by the police, and then simply vanished.

The trail continues on, far more though. The file resurfaces every few weeks around the globe. Governments attempt to cover it up but some media leaks out, of course. Look to the news for people mutilated in their own homes by a “murderer”, their computers stolen, etc.

And if you ever get a cryptic email with an attachment labeled BarelyBreathing.exe, for *shoops* sakes DO NOT OPEN IT!

So let's investigate this further. Google barelybreathing.exe story. The first result is a blogspot containing a video. a comment says



    o̧̲̺͎͎͙̱̱̎̓ͦ́̍̋͐͗͜͞ń̪̪͍̪̠̓̆͌͆͆'̆͆͂̈́́̾͟҉̸̟͍̮̺̜̖t̺̞̙͙̤̱̄̏͟ͅ ̠͙͓͈͓͇̭̾̂͐̌ͦ͌ͥ͞ ̟͔̭͇̫̯̫̯̑̄̐ͥ̿̎͊̄ ̷̛̹̾̑͝ ̮͎̬̤̪̱̐ͯͣͯ̇̿ͯ̚ ̴̡̨̠̟͑̉ͣ ̲͈̜͈͐͌ͮͯ͗ͬ͞ ̰̟̻̠̮ͭ͘͝͡ ̵̓҉͏̼͖d̷͚̞̙̪͇͙͂̿̾̔̈́͂̓ͥ̕͜ö͖̦̺̪̾͢ ̌̎̊͢҉̣̻̭͔̣̺̻̝̪ ̡̺͎̬̘̹̪ͦ̀ ͕͕͖͚ͩ̔́̚̕͜ ̨̪͎ͨ̎͑͌̚ ̨̘͙̤̘̞̅̏̄ ̗͇̤̑͑̓͐ͮͪ ͍̗̪̯̠̰̘̞̖ͨ̋͋͐ͩ̋̏͂ ̌͋͏̴̷̗̯̫̠͇̫ ̷͈͔̲̙̞͓̯͑̔͌͢ ̝̝̝̭̞͊̂͋ͦ̍̽͝͞i̢̞̪̥̯̻̓ͩ̿̾̊̉ͤ̄ͨ̕͞ť̻̖͈ͩͥ̊̾ͫ̍͞
    ̢̦̱̯̦͆̈̓̆͐̌́Nͩͦ̓̐͏͚̯̟̥̗̥̣̞͟Ő̧͕̯͕̩̙̯͚ͮ̃̈́ͮͣ̾̀ͫͅO͗̇̒͆͐ͫ͒͛̚͏͙͉̬Ơ̜̲͕̼ͭ̂̈́͋ͨ̍̾ͧ̍̀̕Ơ̧͔̪̯ͬ̐́ͨ̾̈͌͛O̢̹͇͎̩̿̔ͮ͘Ỏ̡̢̱̫Ǫ̱̜̻͙͖̱͒̈́͐̽̓ͭǑ͔̺͚̜ͪ̿̓̄͂Ò̴̜̱͖͉̘͇̟̲͕͒͒̊̀̄!̶̩̬̭ͯͫ͌D̬̹̞͖͊ͪ̔̊̑͂̀ͅO͕̳̺͍̺͕ͪ͆͑͛̌ͣ͝N̨̢̥̟̹͔̽̈ͧͧ̂ͤͯ?̷̨̜̠̼̖ͣ͗̈́ͦTͤ͐ͨ̓ͪ̏̐ͨ̉͏̖̪͈͈̖ ͎̜̙̝͔̠͕̹̙̋̾ͫ͋ͭ͗̊̍̕D̛͈̖̬̝̍́͡O̦̦̩̯͛͒͆̂̾ ̸̦̻̺̤̝̼͔ͮ̑͞I̠ͩ̃͊́̃̿͋̅̀T̗̞͓̗̟͎̺̬̄͑ͅ!̺͈̫͓̎̋́͑̊͟͝͞ͅ
    ̢̻͎͕͕͑̂̒ͥ͗̊ͩs̖͓͓͉̈́ͥ̔ͤ͘c̵̖͇͉̟̻ͤ̾̑̒͂̕͢ş̸̠̗̅͗ͮ͌͂̄͒͞d̸̢̠̭̻͍̻̹̖͐̾̾̑͜c̱̖͐̆̆ͮͬ̍̾͑͡͡ͅd̸͙͚̥̜ͪͫf̷̢͓̜̪̀͊ͭͣ̆̕g̜̳̙̪̣͍͙͍̔ͯͨ͛͘͝v͓͙͔ͮ̐̈̇͊ͨͥ̚͡͞
    ̷̜̍̑̓͝ͅd͆͆ͨͣ̌҉̡͖̞̘͕̭͓f̡̳͓̎̄̅ͭͪͮ͐̽v̰̘̦̰̺̓͒̈́̍͌̎̀̚d͋ͨͥͧͬ͑̒̅̚͠͞҉͙̗̼͈̤̣̣̣f̙͉̺͍̎v̡͖̫͓ͬ́ͣ̾ͥd̍͑́͏̜͙̲̳̖ ̢̣͖̼͓̖̟͐ͣ̌̈͝k̴͍̘̤̜̘̰͈͑͌ͅį̧̹͖͙͚̑̎͂͆͐l̨̹͛̐ͤ̃ͮ̋ͯļ̝͍̯̭̳͎̻͖̟̿͋͊ ̴̱̫̹ͫͪ͘s̥̪̪̖̎̎̋̐ͦͮ̽d̴̦̺̟̳̙̑ͪ̐ͧ̅ͩ͢c͙͖͙̳ͪ̓ͥ̉̇ͤ͠
    ͇̙̙͚͆̔̈̓͟͝s͖̟̲̣͔̞͇̤̰̋̑̎͌̀d̷̡͓̮̗̗̾͜c̮̰̮̜̳̣̏͗̎ͧͣ͢
    ̴͚͓̮̟̝̬̯̮̆ͬ̂̅̒̚d͋ͥ͗͆̅ͨ̑̀͏̠̥̰̰̘͖̖͝ͅs͛͏̩̩̠̼̠̝̮͢ ̧͒̀͛̈̚҉̶͓̜̥̣̻Ķ̦̯͕̰̈ͧ̏̽̇̈́̃ͪḬ͚̹̺̱͕̋ͅL̷̥ͦ͆͟L̨̖͈͐̽̍̓S̷̢̞͎͚͓̪̣̝̍ͫ̏̏́͆̐̐̍ͅ ͇̱̠̣̥̪̺̮̄̋̎͡ͅY͕ͣ̆̃ͨ́O̓͗̾͗̽ͪ̚͞͏̙̹̼͙̠̻̪U̶͚̖̣͒͆̆́͡
    ̸̬̯͖̭̺̜͙͍̒̊ͯ̇ͭ͑͠a̵̦̻̼̩̦͐ͭͭ͐c̸͔̽͋͟d͇̦͙͎͙̻̅ͦ̿̏̈ͮ̓͆ͅf̸̴̺͎̻̬̀͆̑͐̃v̡̹̲̺͙͈̅̚f̨̒̑̓̋̎͏̯̳͓̜̟̩͖͓̠v̧̳̝̺͙͚ͭ̿f̪͍͆̊͊̽̆͗v̺̥̏̿̎̉́
    ̸͓̫͚̱̠̞͔͈̇̊͑ͦ͐ͬ͠F͙̖̞̠͛͒̍̒̕Ļ̼̺̘̪͌̈́̑ͯ͑̓̕A̴̧̱̣͇̪̽ͥ̾͑̄̓̚ͅͅͅS̨̬͍̠̝̝̦̮̲̻̏͗̇̒ͪ͊̾̉H̶̃ͪ̓͐̀̈́͏̬̻͙̪̗͍̱
    ̥̭̭̹̳̟̮̥̉͋͟d̢̧̺̤̼̹̳̩̺͈͛ͣ͆͊è̢͇̲͍̍́m͉͎̟̮͍̫̋ͪͩǫ̩͍̘̜͎ͭ͗̌̉͠nͬ̂ͪ̀͂҉͈̺͕̬̱̦̰ ̶̦̥̱͕̗̘̺͊ͭͪ͢f̢͚͚͇̞ͪͤͣ̿̊͢g̡̤̹͉̖̗̙̩̃d̴̡̟͓͖̟̩̣͚̙̀̎͐͑́f̡͒ͥ҉̗͙̩̝͍̭͟ͅh̡̟̱͗́ĝ̢̗̰͓̙͗͒̂͛̐́́hͣͤͭͪ̍̎̓́͏̵̠͓̜f̸̦͚ͬ̊͒̆ͯ́g̵͓̼̱͆̋̒̏h͚͎̅ͣ́ͪ̇̈͞s̩͉̈͝h̢̙̦̮̀̃ͧ͛̌̍
    ̶̷̬̬̦̫̠̲̰̎̐ͬ͘s̱̙͎̽ͩ̇̉̐ͨ̀d̷̞͔͚̙̹͎̱͕͊ͯ̿͋ͯ̿̏h͉̭̳̝͖̙̻͈͑̋͋̋̌̔̔f̧͍̀̊̀ġ͈͕̗̗̇̓̀h̷̼̠̪̻͇̣̯̐ͪ͋ͩ͌͜͠ ̜͓̩͕̜͔̩̰͍͐̇̓̅́p̛̳͉̌͝ͅl̪̤̙͕͚͚̭͐ͅê̛̩̺̤̗̙̥̥͆͋̎̾͂̎̔͒a͇̜͖͖̙̫̥͈͎ͦ̉̎͌̐͂̕s̸̷̖̜̼ͭe̢̥̮̣͆́̈́̋̌̄ͨf̸͖̪̎̇ͣ̀͆ͧͩ̃ͅḡ̵̙̩̹̫̲ͤͣͫ̔ͬ̑̑͟h̶̛̻̼̻̣̙̘̤̬̉ͥf̭̘̆͊ͮͯ̓h̢̡̥̯̻̱̠͔̼ͤ̿́͊ͮ̇ͭͧ͜f̶̵̢͉͕͖͉̱͕͇̋̋ͅg̣͉̜̐̃̏͛̕͝h̷̳̯̻̅͋͗̏̓ͬ͌f̨͉̅̋ͧ͟ģ̗͈̱͈̔̈͗ͬ̾͘ͅh̨̙ͧ̒̿͊͞ ̸̧̬̦̺̝̥̜̋͋͆̈̈̚f̼̩̍̓̆́͟͞h̵̪ͣͥ̈̾͒̿ͪ͟f̥͓͍̼̲͖̳̈́͂ͪ̔ͧ̿͠g̳͙̬̗͓̘̙͒͛̒̎̋̆̏̀͞h̤̝͉̩̹̝̭͔̀͋̒͊͊̑͌ͧ ̸̝͕̻̲̔̄̿ͪͬ̀̀̒͞h̛̜͎̼͉̏̆̋ͭ̊e̶̲̪̖͍͂ͪͪ͋͂ͯ͑̚ͅl̴̯͕̳̺͚̜̽͝p̧͕͚̳͖͇̦͚͇̒̀̇͗̅ͫ
    August 17, 2011 4:42 AM

Freaky.

THAT'S SO CREEPY!

The Terrible Secret of Animal Crossing is pretty awesome.

And for once, the ending is more or less positive.

Wickimen wrote:

Btw no one commented on Plastic Mari DX lol

i loved plastic Mari, but shouldn't it be painted mari or something 

imnotbob wrote:

Wickimen wrote:

Btw no one commented on Plastic Mari DX lol

i loved plastic Mari, but shouldn't it be painted mari or something 

Yeah, Brant just thought of her of "Plastic Mari" because of her appearance XD

helltank wrote:

spongebob123 wrote:

The Terrible Secret of Animal Crossing is pretty awesome.

And for once, the ending is more or less positive.

But the alternative ending, the negative one, is simply slapped on.

The alternative ending wasn't that great, really. The protagonist looked really silly at the end.

But overall, the plot is really interesting and I freakin' love the ending. EVIL FISHES FTW

The Death Trap

Chapter 1:
The Killing


     You are just you. Your parents are divorced and you live with your dad. You just bought a house on Elm Street in Downers Grove. You have no neighbors, for they all disappeared. Your new house was dark grey. There were two windows. One at the top, and a broken one at the bottom. When you walk up to the house, you see a door knocker. It's about the size of your fists put together and shaped like an owl that wathces your every move. When you walk in you see a normal kitchen.
"I'll go check the basement." your dad says.
Those were the last words you ever heared from him. As your dad goes down, you go up. There is only 1 bedroom. It's painted a light blue. Parts of it were chipped off. The bed was a dirty acru(dark white). Some of the springs were sticking out. You look at the clock. 12:33. It's been about an hour. You run downstairs. Your dad is still gone. You rush down the stairs. All you see is a door with an owl engraved on it, a table, and a chair. You go through the door. Once you step in, the door shuts. Utter silence. You think it OS a hallway or corridor. You start walking. All of a sudden you're walking on glass. Each step you take you wince with pain. All you hear is your short but soft breath. Suddenlyyou hear a man scream. You follow it. You trip. The tiny pieces of glass cut your skin. You pick up the item you tripped on. A flashlight. Your turn it on and you see your father on the ground. His hands blistery and red from all the blood. He starts to speack, but chokes up chunks of blood. Your father dies. Your flashlight goes out. Your scared but keep moving forward. You see a patch of light. The broken window. Then, no light at all; just pain. A sharp knife goes through your stomach. Your bleeding increase every second. Before you black out forever you hear a voice.
"Goodnight!"

(This was written by my friend at school.)

The Russian Sleep experiment has a not so good ending. Lots of creepypasta are like that, including Draft One of The Demons That Haunt My Mind.

To be honest, I would have written it has:

The subject smiled.
Have you forgotten?" he asked. "We are you."
The researcher paused, then aimed at the subject's heart and fired. The EEG flatlined.

"So... nearly... free...."

ldf11 wrote:

kimmy123 wrote:

coinman wrote:

did you make that up yourself?

No.

I had a feeling you'd say that; I saw the exact same thing on PokePasta.

then why'd u ask? 

Do you guys rly have to quote the whole story?

This is one I did not write. I found it on a site but the rest of the site was rly inappropriate so I wont give out the name, It has tons of cool Creepypasta though!

Many classic horror icons, such as Geger’s xenomorphs, Silent Hill’s Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.

Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal.

The question you have to ask yourself is this:

What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?

… Just be careful out there.

Literally gave me a chill

Last edited by trekkie2000 (2011-09-16 16:19:23)

Protip-A trollface has a pale face, dark eyes, sharp teeth and an elongated face.

And I'll leave you at that.