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(Creepy pasta: The practice of copy pasting stories of
horrific and unnerving events to Internet boards in the
hope of terrifying readers, since you asked)
It started out simple enough; Internet videos, depicting
shots of a normal looking Midwestern town. No sound,
save for the blaring audio
interference near the end, and
then the words come and see, followed by directions.
Those who find their interest sufficiently piqued will
come
across a perfectly unremarkable looking town, shrouded
in
mist. Nothing seems too out of place; the hotel is sparse
and uninteresting, the people are normal, if a little quiet
and unresponsive, and all in all you might begin to
wonder
if this was worth your time.
So nothing out of the ordinary
until you find the book
waiting for you in your hotel room. A simple notebook,
crammed with disturbing sketches and the scrawled
words
of someone terrified out of his mind, desperate to pass
on
the secrets
There are directions and clues to help you uncover the
secrets of the town, the places where things not of this
Earth can be seen
Along a particular brick wall is painted a huge black
circle, crossed out with an X. Turn the corner into the
alley and walk through the door. The house youve
entered defies the laws of physics, as twisting passages
connect to rooms they shouldnt, or that youve already
entered. As you continue you might glimpse ghostly
figures out the corner of your eye; here, a man in a pale
mask with huge black eyes; there, a tall, faceless and
emaciated figure, reaching out for you
At a certain time of the day, in an unassuming
corner of the public park is a little circus tent, where
some rather threadbare pirate puppets put on a show.
Head backstage, and find yourself facing a dark cave.
From within you can just make out a hoarse whisper;
you have
.to go
inside
.
Theres the old movie theater, long since
abandoned. But should you enter through the back door,
youll find the camera still rolling, and some of the most
disturbing imagery imaginable playing; lost episodes of
beloved cartoons and shows, and other films depicting
scenes of grotesque horror and mutilation.
At the cemetery can be found lengths of copper
tubing, jutting from the ground here and there. Wait
until midnight, and you might find the residents are a
little more talkative than should be possible.
Down the hall in your hotel, theres a certain room
where an extremely pale woman can be seen through the
keyhole, sitting in a position of weariness. If you come
back later and find the keyhole is blocked by something
red, youve been noticed
Late at night, you might see a huge truck barreling
down the street. Hitch a lift with the driver, and youll
find yourself in the most hellish ride of your life
There are many secrets to be found here. How long can
you stand the knowledge? How long until you break?
Quiet Little Place
Quiet_20Little_20Place [DocImpossible, Jul 14 2011]
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wha? this is so creepy, all the annos disappeared!! |
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you could have edited it without deleting all the annos AND my link! |
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Yeah...sorry about that. Accident. |
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ooh spooky, my anno disappeared. |
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Nothing says mystery like lost annos! |
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Isn't there a website for Lovecraft fanfic? There must be. |
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So where does the pasta come in? |
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Copy + paste => Copypaste => Copypasta =>Creepypasta => Creepy Pasta |
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It's discussion board meme language. "Creepy" stories get copy pasted to the board. A related term is 'sauce' which means 'source'. Therefore, copypasta sauce would mean the source of the original copy paste. |
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thank goodness for [Rayford], shirley. |
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Obligatory WIFRT - I thought this was an idea for a Theme Park where all the rides were Crappy because they were based on Pasta designs, like fusilli, mafaldine, gemelli, lumache,etc. |
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Feeling thirsty? Why, just head on over to the place with the big neon martini flickering out front. As you approach, though, don't look too closely at the olive, because when you walk right underneath, folks say it looks more like a skull with a wild red eyeball that follows you into the tavern. Inside, you see a horse standing at the bar where the bartender makes idle conversation, asking "Why the long face?", and a guy sitting beside a 12-inch piano player mutters under his breath about a hearing-impaired genie... |
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Yeah as names go, creepy pasta is a bit misleading.
But there's pages and pages of this stuff available all
over the net. |
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Yes, I had to Google *creepy pasta* because I have only seen joke pasta shapes like boobs and penises, etc....not mentioned here. |
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How about that for language evolution. I am sure the French tolerate no such thing. |
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Certainement pas. They have Intelligent Design. |
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