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post creepypastas and other spooky personal stories to tell
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shit where is everyone
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>be me, Air Force cadet at Academy, class of '25
>3deg (sophomore) year
>finish afternoon water survival class (nicknamed "water haze")
>get back to room, shower, change, and collapse in bed
>drift off instantly
>wake up a bit later to footsteps
>assume it is roommate
>out of corner of eye see him get into his bed
>something feels off
>actually glance over to see nobody is in the room
>suddenly realize I can't move
>hear footsteps approaching the bed
>as soon as they reach the side, feel weight on top of me
>feel a wind on back of neck (I sleep sort of sideways/on my front)
>see curtains flapping so tell myself it's breeze from open window
>copium.json
>fight the paralysis for what feels like an eternity
>keep slipping into a dream where I think I've won only to "wake up" still paralyzed with it on top of me
>finally break free for real
>room is still empty
>look at window and see that it's closed
>"oh that was a ghost breathing on me"

It was room 6E16 in Vandy Hall, squadron 17 in case any fellow graduates/current cadorks are reading this. My roommate also had frequent sleep paralysis in that room even though we never talked to each other about it until after we moved out. The girl who moved in after us mentioned she kept seeing a figure in front of the wardrobe. I never had sleep paralysis again until I moved into a room right by that room, where it would occasionally "visit" me again, although I was able to fight it off every time. That entire school/base is brimming with ghost and demon stories. I hate that place.
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>Be me. Have two cats. Know their meows by heart
>Cats know to meow to get let out or into rooms.
>Both cats in my room, we chilling.
>Hear Cat 1, male, meow. Shuffle out of my chair, crack the door for them.
>They run out, I shuffle back, and run into Cat 2, Female
>Grumble, crack the door just enough for her to slip out and immediately close it.
>Turn and see Cat 1.
>Let them out without thinking.
>Realize I let three cats out of my room, when I only have two.
>And there was no way for the first to get back in, the door was the only way out and i watched them slip out of it.

Either the boy learned to teleport, lagged back inside the room, or I'd mistaken a ghost cat for them. Wouldn't be the first time it happened, actually, since he's grey and looks awfully similar to the ghost cats in my house, who appear as dark, cat shaped shadows when its dim/ dark in a room.
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>>41225300
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Does anybody have that one about the guy who saw a video of a girl being abducted by aliens from her bedroom? I think he worked at a TV station
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>>41231340
got more vidya stuff?
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I think just a werido made that is all
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In 2016, the name of Gustavo Porta-Cuesta Fuentes echoed throughout Guatemala's influent ears. A 31-year-old man, a civilian and high-ranking public official, was accused of serial murder. The brutality of his actions shocked his peers, with more than a dozen bodies found buried in the vast backyard of his home on the Guatemalan coast. The victims? Young women, whose tragic fates would remain hushed up by the political power and corruption that covered up the case.
His actions, however, could not be kept secret for long, and he was finally arrested, sentenced to death and awaiting execution by hanging, which was scheduled for 2022. As Porta-Cuesta held a high position in the government, the case was hushed up and all records disappeared, with nothing leaking to the media. Even his name was erased. Therefore, there is no information left on the web about this case.
But, in the middle of 2024, I received a folder containing several sound recordings, whose origins went back to Porta-Cuesta. The strangest thing: these recordings had nothing or little to do with the crimes itself, but rather with his other identity – that of an experimental musician. Under the pseudonym "LFC", Porta-Cuesta recorded albums of experimental music that, until then, were unknown to the public.
These recordings are disturbing, defying the conventions of traditional music and delving into unsettling territories that echo the chaos and darkness of his own life.
Although details about the original case have been erased, and even Porta-Cuesta's name has disappeared from official records, these recordings offer a window into the troubled mind of a serial killer who, it seems, was also trying to express his anguish in a completely different way.
I am making the file available on the internet.
The download is free and clean. The material is very strange, listen at your own risk.
The link is this: https://www.mediafire.com/file/bq9w4rgn8ud1mvj/ALBUMS_-_LFC.rar/file
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>>41241958
>sentenced to death and awaiting execution by hanging, which was scheduled for 2022
So.. was he actually executed?
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Supposedly yes, but there's no information about it anywhere
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>>41242287
Hm ok.
I downloaded the file and sampled some of his "music".
He appears to have been either insane, possessed, or both.
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>>41241923
lol "Mijo" means piss on my native language. Laughed a bit, but good story.
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>>41242209

Gay as hell. Anon wants to be Satan's bitch, but Satan is a bad pimp and doesn't remember his bitches names. btw it looks like some matrix bullshit dream "Neo, choose da pill and shit."
2/10
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a year ago i saw a greentext jpeg of an anon explaining nukes, UAP's and why we have so many nukes - it had pic related image attached to it.
it was chilling how relatable it is to what is happening lately with the UFO's. american air force chasing orbs and tic tacs, and now with Atlas.

Anybody got that greentext?
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>2005
>I was part of MINUSTAH in Haiti
>one day we were informed that criminals were in Cité Soleil, so we arrived by the dawn and rapidly started searching for them
> people we’re very terrified, but my french isn't that good so I almost can't understand anything they’re saying
>sergeant is visibly nervous and approaches some grouped civilians and says something that from the few words I understand he seems to be asking if they saw any strange movements in that area
>an old man can barely say anything and there’s a pregnant woman who keeps screaming. Sergeant is increasingly nervous and irritated now
>I believe in my guts that something very bad is going to happen
> but apart from people's screams, everything is calm in the background — there are not even bird sounds.
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Some guys next to me also get nervous as they see that man shouting at the people. In my mind, there’s just a hammering thought that doesn't let me be quiet
>ust thought all the time that this was a perfect environment for an ambush and the sergeant is an idiot for putting us in this situation
>But all he does is shout at them
>So when a time has passed and he is still without answers, the mf just gets closer to the woman and punches her in the face
>I ask if this was necessary but he just tells me to shut up and says "go complain to the commander
>Then I just tell him to fuck off and he doesn't believe on what are hearing, other guys don't either, but I feel like many wanted to say the same thing
>The woman is on the floor with a bleeding nose and crying
>I think "fuck all this" and go to her, if it was an ambush we would already be fucked while that idiot has shouting to them
>Try to get her up, but the sergeant just kicks me when my back is turned
>I could have fallen on the woman's belly but luckily that didn't happen.

“This guy is totally deranged. We'll die if we follow him.” I think.

Limit reached, I will continue in another post
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>Corporal guy is uncomfortable 'cus of our behavior and says that we are disrupting the operation, and he's right
>Sergeant turns to him and tells him to shut up
>I get up and punch him in the face
>Other guys quickly separated us, they could have done it when I saw me get up but they still let me hit this bastard
>Sergeant get batshit crazy and are swearing without mincing his words — seems like one of those drill sergeants from 'nam movies
>It's so ridiculous I can hardly believe it. I mean, it’s well known that our armed forces were inexperienced, but didn't imagine it would be this much
>I was just a temporary soldiers and get surprised to see a career sergeant act like that
>Corporal took a firm stance and continued to argue that we should focus on the operation
Old man from before is now even quieter, the women get up and some other women with her are trembling
They didn't know what we were saying to each other in our language and that just made things worse
>Suddenly, a shot hits a tree near where I was
>“Cover!” I shout to my companions
>I just hide behind a wall and get my FAL ready
>Admit that was my first time in a confrontation, so I was very inexperienced
>You always do training in the military, but being in the crossfire is a whole other thing
>Yell in french at the civilians to get down or go behind something
>Can only imagine it made sense because they obeyed me

The shots were coming from a building in the north, so I took my FN FAL out of the sling and shot where the bullets were coming from. In a few seconds, it turned into a general shootout. We were all nervous and then when we realized it they stopped shooting. Corporal thought they had run out of magazines and then told us to move to better positions. Honestly, I kept thinking that this was what they wanted us to think and almost refused to follow that order, but in the pressure of the moment I did it too.
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He just guided us to a concrete building
Guess we were about 400 meters away from them but nothing happens, not even a single shot
>A guy takes a rosary and starts praying >Another guy is looking with binoculars but can't see anything in the previous building
>We remained in this torturous position for twenty minutes until the shooting started again, but now it was coming from behind and seems to have do many of them
>Changed our position and started shooting for a long time and just like the other time the enemy shots ceased out of nowhere
>Corporal looks a bit strange and about to break, so he just walks out the door
>Sergeant shout at him “Come back!”
>But he just doesn't care and is shot in the head
>It was the first time I saw someone die in front of me, without further ado, his head after the shot was one of the most horrible thing I had ever seen
>Feel like I'm going to break down, and that it awaits all of us
>Rosary's guy is now about to break down too, all he does is pray out loud and ask God to protect us
>Don't understand what happened to the corporal, but feel a strange urge to leave the building
>When that passed, I got nervous again and went back to my ways
>Others are equally nervous but they try to maintain their composure, as for me, I was nervous with a bit of hatred and great desire to put a bullet in the sergeant's head
>This guy didn't let anyone take a radio, put us in a disadvantageous position and was a complete jerk at all
>We started shooting again, but for a long time no one fired back, I could only assume they were moving somewhere else
>After an hour of hiding and nothing more happening, the idiot gave us the order to form groups of two and search the area.
>At that point I was certain that my mother wouldn't even receive my body back in a coffin and it would just be another corpse left in Cité Soleil
>I stayed with the guy who had the rosary. I'll call him Daniel. He was a calm and attentive dude
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>>41248388

>We searched the area for hours and after a while we found a guy with an AK, but he didn't look well
>There’s a strange stare on the man's face, he looks worse than any addict I’ve seen in all my life, there’s fear, anger and a third thing on his expressions – a third thing I cannot explain even now
>He has a AK without a magazine and just stares at us while repeatedly pulling the trigger
>I shouted at him “Drop the rifle and lay on the floor!.”
>But he doesn’t give a fuck and just keep pulling the trigger
>We just immobilized him and he didn't even react, so it was easy to tie his hands with a nylon clamp
>As I looked at the man's face, I began to seriously think that he was a zombie. Haiti has its own stories about zombies, and in most cases they are used for slave labor, quite unlike the flesh-eaters in books and movies
>I also started thinking about the possibility of someone using them as mercenaries. Would that be possible? They don't care about pain, they obey orders without question, and they seem more immune to fatigue than we do

What happened after that was disgraceful. We went back to the sergeant and showed him the guy. He then became convinced that the civilians in that area were helping the criminals and gave the order to clean up the area. When we questioned him, he replied that was what the commander had instructed him to do so if we found any criminals there, well before we arrived. Daniel and I refused to participate in the massacre, so we ran away, were arrested, and then returned home home as dishonored outcasts.

This was covered up and the commander managed to censor local radio stations, but the following year there was a much worse massacre committed by MINUSTAH, and this time they had to admit it after much pressure. It was in that same year that I learned of Daniel's death; he committed suicide by hanging himself with a tie, hours before his sister's wedding.
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>>41248476
I can't sleep properly anymore and sometimes dream about Daniel and me running away amid people's screams. He couldn't take it, a man of faith couldn't take it. Idk how much more I can.
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Thanks a lot for your story man, I wish you peace, life is worth living
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Anyone got gnome, fae or mythology texts?
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>>41230093
>beep beep beep
>>"Iiiiiiiiii'm hoooooooooome"
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>>41252186
god I love this story
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sup fagsuya
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>>41220863
here's my ghost story.. or should I say demon?
>grew up on southside of Chicago
>big house, like 6 bedrooms
>aunt, great aunt, great uncle, grandmother, grandfather, cousin, mother, brother, sister
>all lived in the same house
>grandpa was the head of the household
>grandpa was really religious
>room covered in Catholic effigies
>even opens the local catholic church every morning
>be like 8 or so
>always feel like something is watching me
>have bad experiences
>shit just seemed off for me
>always had to sleep with someone in order to sleep
>sleep in my grandpas room one night
>wake up for some reason
>I sit up and look into the closet
>you know how your eyes adjust and you can see in the darkness
>my eyes did that
>could see entire room and contents
>but when I looked in the closet
>it was pure black, the blackest I've ever seen
>like a fucking void to nothing in the closet
>see 2 red eyes staring out at me
>they're just there, hovering in the blackness
>immediately get an adrenaline dump
>lay down and go back to sleep
>wake up and never speak of it
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>>41220927
tldr. autistic gamer with empathy for lara croft plays tombraider lostdisc from gizmo china shop, plays like a pregnancy weekly calender, morning sickness survival, parasites, self doubt inner child dialogs, vore tentacle stuff, mood and flesh gates, secret room with uterine wall with cum stains you get the idea, woman empowerment with pregnant combat against angel doll or something boss with philosophical rant about birth or csections whodafuq cares. over-detailed sexualized nasty kafka clownshit border-rape poserlarp. 4/10. *walks away*
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>>41230093
9/10 probably hapened
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>>41230801
baby curse basically a homeless side hobby, trustory. jealous bum wants inside obviously
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>>41220863
thank you for these threads. always the best on this board
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>9 or some shit
>home alone with older sister
>hear loud music booming from her room
>I enter her room; don’t remember why
>her and her boyfriend are HARDCORE fucking
>he’s got his fucking cock up her ass and is smacking the shit out of her
>I just stand watching, frozen in horror and confusion>dude sees me and yells “FUCK!!!”
>sister sees me, screams and tells me to get out
Life changed that night.
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it wasnt your fault anon. if there is any solace its that you did the best possible thing in every situation. nobody could have done any better. maybe you will never see this but you are alive for a reason, god was with you, god is still with you. if you feel you need to atone i found volunteering and helping people really changed my life. to be able to help and build.
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>be me at 12
>cant sleep in the dark
>hear footsteps on my bedroom door
>open lights
>nothing
>ihatethis.jpg
>left lights on
>keep hearing footsteps
>look at my bedroom door again
>the cat look at me like a retard
>come here stupid cat
>close the lights holding my stupid cat
>nothing for 1h
>footsteps running in my bedroom
>WTF.jpg
>put the lights on
>nothing
>fuckoff.jpg
>footsteps continue even with the light on
>my stupid cat is still in my arms
>almostshitmypants.jpg
>the footsteps stop right in front of my bed
>something just bumped very slightly the ladder on my bed
>fuckyoustupidghost.jpg

The rest I don't remember. The only thing I remember related are sleep paralisis that include dreams of children in front of my bed just staring at me, I remember 2 kids, one tall boy in blue and a regular girl in red (their face, shoes, hair and everything on them were blue and red)
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>>41252423
This was good.
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>>41230792
Love this one. Hope I meet some freaks like this someday.
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>thread up for 8 days
>Barely a 100 replies
Shit,I was thinking about going on 4plebs to dig up and dump images from past threads but i am too much of a lazy fuck...
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gudthred anons.
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>>41240854
>talking about girls, politics, and history(we're a weird bunch)
What a quaint time...
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>>41276364
This but unironically
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In the crumbling town of Grinwell, three amateur Satanists—Mara, Leon, and Jude—found a thread on a hidden dark web forum titled:

Three albums were listed.

Each file came with the warning:
“Per auditum, transibit. Quod auditur, evocabitur.”
(Through hearing, it shall pass. What is heard, shall be summoned.)

Curious and reckless, they gathered in an abandoned church basement, candles lit, sigils drawn. They hit play.

As the music played, the air grew hotter. Mara’s nose bled. Shadows seemed to crawl. The walls sweated. Leon threw up black bile. A voice spoke his childhood sins aloud.Thoughts echoed. Regrets screamed. A voice said each of their names, slowly… knowingly.

The room darkened.
And He arrived.

Not a monster—just a man in a flawless black suit. Eyes like dying stars.

“You listened,” he said. “That makes you mine.”

The candles blew out. The screams didn’t.

The next day, the church was empty. Only a charred laptop remained, its screen frozen on the message:

“He listens. Do you?”
With a link. Still active.
The albums are still free.
Download at your own risk
This is the link:
https://www.mediafire.com/file/03xf34jntulg7bi/LFC_%2526_FCao.rar/file
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i listened to a bunch of tracks from a few of the albums, it was shit.

its sounds like its probably just some rando, making sounds and calling it music, with a cheap guitar a casio keyboard and a stereo with twin cassettes for overdubbing.

this is the kind of wank my cousin listens to.
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>>41277878
thanks for wasting my time with this boring ass shit, brotherman.
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>Be 18 years old in rural New England town
>Friends and I are going through a ghost hunting phase
>Pretty much just wander around random graveyards at night to scare ourselves
>Nothing spooky ever happens, scariest encounter is the police showing up and having to run away.
>One night I go alone with my girlfriend to a local cemetery. It's a warm August night, not a cloud in the sky, not so much as a breeze.
>Uneventful night, we just do a few laps around the perimeter.
>Notice pic-related, the mausoleum, toward the back of the cemetery.
>We walk up to it, see the door is broken. We consider going inside but are too spooked.
>We walk behind the mausoleum to the darkest corner of the cemetery. We sit there and enjoy the spooky atmosphere. Very romantic.
>Decide it's been thrilling enough and decide to leave before cops show up or other trouble finds us.
>All night it's been clear skies, not so much as a gust of wind. It's a calm, quiet and warm August night.
>Out of nowhere, a humongous deafening BOOM. Not like a clap of thunder, but like a tremendous explosion. Not distant, either, but like it's right on top of us. Not from any direction, almost as if we're inside of it. We both scream in terror.
>A tremendous and relentless wind erupts. Years later I was in Florida during a hurricane, and that's the closest I've ever felt or heard to wind that powerful.
> Wind is blowing so loudly that I have to scream for my girlfriend to hear me.
>I shout "LET'S GO".
>She is on her knees literally sobbing and catatonic (women, am I right?). I grab her arm and start dragging her. I continue to scream at her as the wind absolutely shrieks.
>She eventually gets to her feet and we sprint back to the car.
>Almost as soon as we exit the cemetery, the wind suddenly stops. It is back to the same silent, calm night. Not a cloud in the sky, not a hint of the chaos that just unfolded.
>We go home and tell people about it. Nobody believes the story
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>>41231152
>Molested by a corpse
Hell yeah
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Mmmm, yeah that's the good stuff.
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Borrasca is shit. I assume you've read Ted the Caver.
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Talking about long form, does anyone have Ted the Caver in image format?
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>>41279130
lynchian, i like it
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>>41241943
>Runs over his friend with truck
>First reaction is to stomp on him

I can see why they are dropouts
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>>41278268
Not unbelievable at all. Sounds like a microburst, when a huge column of air comes crashing down from the higher atmosphere, and it feels like you're in a wind tunnel or a hurricane. Usually happens during thunderstorms, but I've been in a couple that occur in a clear sky. Granted, I live in the Great Plains region, but it wouldn't surprise me if every so often the conditions are just right where you grew up. Most of the time it happens where it can't do much damage, but I grew up around pilots and grass-strip airfields, and it always flipped planes that were tied down outside of hangers or shelters and broke vulnerable stuff. Then, it cuts off almost at once.

Crazy shit.
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>>41242428
LOL
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>>41242428
Kek
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>>41230093
Im going to believe this
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Post. Moar. Now.
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>>41230884
>Ghost ship
>Battleship
>Outside of Biskay Bay
Motherfucker saw the Bismark holy shit
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>>41295418
Provided the story is true that is a very well thought and venomous way to harm someone emotionally, vampires are definitely real.
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>>41225898
my wife went to the Academy. She got raped by one of her professors. Good times.
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>>41240860
This guys is funny as hell lol
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>>41250518
kekd
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>>41230987
This is bad.
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>>41297946
This one is so shitty it's unreal. it is either a preteen's attempt at horror or a great ironypost
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>>41220863
Behold, the voluminous and expansive section of swollen flesh
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this one makes me kek, the anon seems to have a ridiculous idgaf ethos, someone who can get shit done, someone that has no fear in the face of danger, whether it be from the physical or meta-physical, its so outlandish i believe this story to be true.
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>>41242209
I have been to the ornate room before in a dream, at least quite similar in description. God himself was there, we were both kneeling on the floor in the middle of the room while he explained something to me. He was not the long hair, long bearded old man in a white robe usually depicted. He had reddish hair, maybe long enough to reach the bottom of the neck at the back, but more of a swept back, neat style, and a short but full faced beard to match. His robe was very fine and extravagant looking of patterned silks, blue, green, purple, like much of the decoration in the room. The room seemed to be circular rather than square I think. The message was that his protection over me from evil was only as effective as my understanding of the word. He said I only understood 10% (I think it was 10%) of the word so I could only be delivered from 10% of evil, something like that.
I was transported there after a normal dream turned into probably the most distressing and physically painful nightmares I've ever had. A demon, again not the typical depiction but more like just a man in a white morphsuit, a white featureless human shape, was about to kill me, pressing a blade between my ribs towards my heart while taunting me. I was unable to move and I was asking in my head why God was not helping me. Then suddenly I was transported to the ornate room, already in a kneeling position as God was kneeling across from me, maybe 6ft away. I was told I was being plagued by something in my sleep, and he had stopped it, and then the message I wrote above. Then I woke up.
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>>41300889
>>>37695574
I posted about it once before. I found it in the archive, so here's a more detailed version.
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>>41300889
>>41300960
I had a dream where I spoke to God. Started reading the bible a year or two ago as an atheist/agnostic with an open mind and chose to try my best to accept it and have faith in it for the time being and to try to learn everything I can about it. Read it page by page. Some time later, I was having a normal nice dream at first with lots of people sitting at tables at some kind of lecture. Can't remember how it transitioned but I was paralysed slumped against a wall and was surrounded by graphically mutilated people, same place and people it was like we were just attacked. A demon that looked like a naked, bald, fully white humanoid was beside me. It was stabbing at my arm and shoulder with a knife or something haphazardly, just for amusement. I could actually feel the pain and I was begging God to help me and asking why he was letting it do this to me (silently in my head). This seemed to amuse it further and it put the blade against a spot between the ribs by my heart and started to apply pressure, obviously to kill me and it hurt very badly. I was then transported to an extravagant room with a finely dressed, robed man kneeling in front of me. Not your typical God/Jesus depiction. Blue eyed with reddish brown and quite short hair, and closely trimmed beard. Not a typical Jesus white robe but a silk one with finely adorned patterns of blue, green and purple, like paisley. The room was incredibly ornate and decked out with many similar extravagant coloured fabrics. I was also kneeling. He told me he had saved me from something that was plaguing my dreams as I slept, but as I only understand around a tenth of the word of God, his power to help me from demons/ their influence was limited and I must learn more. It seems like whatever percentage of the word you actually understand, that percentage of you is secure from demons/devil etc. I woke up after that and that's all I remember of the conversation but I remember his face and the room vividly.
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does anyone have the one where "something" walks in to a crowded family dinner and the OP talks about how everyone decided it was a cat - but it wasn't a cat, they just couldn't handle understanding what it actually was?
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>>41300889
>>41300971
Thanks for sharing, anon.
Jesus had red hair, by the way. Just sayin'.
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>>41297946
Wow, amazing!!
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>>41252178
I hadn’t seen this one before cheers!
Here’s the red light story referenced.
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>>41230875
Couldn't get into this one, OP's faggy 12yr old vocab ruined it.
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>be me, just a week after my 18th birthday and my high school graduation
>grandma has been in hospice care for the past few months
>that morning, mom gets the call we've been dreading from my aunt: grandma took a bad turn and now's the time to tell her our goodbyes
>the drive to see her is a few hours and my dad can't get off work on such short notice, so it's just mom and i going to see her

I'm not going to go into detail about our visit, mainly because I don't want to, but for the sake of the story just know that my aunt wasn't exaggerating and grandma wasn't doing well. Anyways,

>mom and i are leaving the hospice center, silently walking through the parking lot
>i look up at the sky and notice the beginnings of an absolutely beautiful sunset
>i'm talking completely picturesque, golden beams of sunlight shining through pockets of puffy white clouds set against a waning sky
>feel comforted by this, silently muse to myself about how the warm beauty of this scene is a complete contrast to the absolutely cold and sterile hell i was just in or something faggy like that
>we get in the car and drive home
>the next evening, mom gets the second call we've been dreading from my aunt: grandma's gone
>we all travel back over for the funeral. afterwards, dad and i go home while mom stays in town for a couple days to help sort through grandma's things
>a few weeks later, mom and i are talking about family stuff when she says she wants to tell me something
>says that when we were in the parking lot, she also looked up at the sunset, but she saw something more than i did
>in a large pocket between the clouds, she saw four figures, all women, backlit by the sun's golden rays
>she recognized three of them as her grandma and two aunts, but she didn't know who the fourth woman was
>she had felt extremely comforted by this scene, but was also puzzled that she couldn't recognize this woman who was obviously important to her, puzzled enough to not say anything to me at the time
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>>41309214
>fast forward a few days to her after the funeral
>mom was going through an old photo album of my grandma's when she stumbled across a picture of grandma's family that she hadn't seen before
>in it, she saw her grandma and two aunts with my grandma
>then she saw the fourth woman with them as well
>she asked my aunt who this woman was and she told her that was their third aunt
>this aunt had died only a year or two after my mom was born
>mom obviously had no memories of her and had forgotten she existed
>she was on the verge of tears telling me this, both out of joy from telling me what she saw, but also a bit out of guilt from having forgotten about her aunt up until then

I suppose it's possible the ordeal was making my mom was just see things, including her subconsciously remembering she had a third aunt and projecting her image with the rest of my grandma's family, but I'd like to think otherwise. They helped alleviate the pain we were feeling at the time even if I never saw them myself, and I'll always be grateful to them for that.
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>>41279532
Lmao, took me a second to realize this is just a retelling of Parasite Eve 2. Honestly it's pretty obvious by the
>small town in Nevada
point. Gotta wonder why anon even bothered to write all of this.
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cannot find the screenshot as of now but i read one about a how hermaphrodites in india become beggars. the locals who worship this same weird god donate and thats their sole income. brings good luck or something. anyway the story is about a guy who assaulted one of them, and she/he chanted a curse in revenge. the curse killed him within a week (he bled out?)

well it made me wonder if i saw something similar in Mexico, likely around 2001-2004. parents took me there for summer "vacation". i saw 1 beggar on a carpet and he was on his knees. he was so skinny he was advanced cancer boney. but his face. there were 3 things so wrong. first it was entirely black. but its lower-front half of the skull had skin missing. i wish i could draw..... not only was it just bare bone. it was charcoal black bone. no it wasnt a mask and no it wasnt some art class. i asked mom what happened and she told me to just look away. "poor man. dont look". i dont believe he was a burn victim from 45 minutes prior either. there wasnt any blood, no red or pink tissue. as we kept walking i saw 2 more exact guys. sitting on their own rug. sitting indian style. all 3 were eating something from a food wrapper just fine. i didnt see any donated change or written sign, but that could be because i only stared at their face. i wasnt paying attention to what they ate either. all i know is theres some strange cults littered all across asia and latin america. we have no fuckin idea. everyone just puts a lazy "pagan-spirituality" label on it. til this day i dont know what i saw. a rare disease? all 3 looked like older people. the rest of their skin was mexican bronze. victims of their own witchcraft?
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>>41312337
forgot to say their teeth were black too. it was a busy sidewalk so thats why i assumed they were beggars. there was a burger king in between these 3 spaced out ghouls. it wasnt some residential place. im pretty sure were in a busier downtown area of Matamoros but ive no clue really. i still think about it some days i was so young and wouldnt be able to understand
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I'll share a memory that I was reminded of recently that kind of creeped me out.

>be me and little sister
>parents divorced stay with dad on weekends
>home alone from a young age since dad had to work weekends in the spring and pothead mother didn't want us on weekends
>8 or 9 at the time
>every time dad leaves for work little sis and I hear heavy breathing coming from the loft that was dad's room

This continued for years every time we were home alone at our dad's house and just kind of stopped as we got older. The part that creeps me out is that it never scared us at the time, it just seemed natural like "Oh yeah when dad leaves his room starts breathing of course." Dad built that house himself and nothing else weird ever happened there.
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>>41252172
this is one of the greatest greentexts, gives me so much joy. rip the hobo tho
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>>41300818
based ghost puncher.
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>>41309220
Good story, thanks for contributing.
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>>41252584
Fully believable, too. Even if it was staged, OP never went full retard saying how the bots are now chatting to each other or changing other files on the system etc.
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>>41220863
I don't get it. What's scary about this?
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It's that time of year where I copy-paste my greentexts from the archive.

>be my mother, early teens, late 1970's
>dream of walking down a riverbank
>see two people fishing on the other side of the river, one nudges the other and they both watch you stroll along
>wake up and walk down to the kitchen
>sisters are eating breakfast and looking at you funny
>finally ask if you left the house last night because they saw somebody that looked like you walking on the opposite bank while they were out fishing
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>>41323356
maybe she was sleepwalking
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>>41230801
>Mexican peso
That negro got cursed... Hope he posted again
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Mom's story

>be my mom, mid to late 1980s i think
>friends want to go to rural cemetery at night
>whatcouldgowrong.jpg
>go with friends, like 4-5 people total
>go off to middle of nowhere in New Mexico, I think it was in the mountains somewhere
>arrive at cemetery after like 2-3 hours of chill night driving
>begin wandering cemetery around 11pm, thick fog everywhere
>wander around and look at gravestones
>3spooky5me
>hear strange noise, all turn to look and shine flashlights
>big, black dog with glowing red eyes staring at them from a gravestone
>looks like pitbull with double muscles, head is roughly 4' off ground when sitting
>everyone decides to fuck off back to the car as fast as they can
>everyone piles into the car and driver hits the gas to turn around
>see black dog now sitting closer to the car, makes a noise as they pass it
>noise sounds like a mix between bark and a growl, but short and loud
>as they exit the cemetery, they see car headlights in the fog
>think they're about to get T-boned, driver hits the gas and drifts across the road to try to get out of the way
>they hear the car approach and sound horn, but the headlights just disappear when it's about to hit them
>no taillights, car doesn't pass them, horn fades right when the car should've collided with them
>no more headlights, no other cars out there, no noise after horn stops
>proceed to drive 50 down the twisty roads back to town and decide never to go ghost hunting again

Had a couple instances of weird stuff myself but not enough to definitively say it was supernatural. Just weird vibes or unexplainable stuff.
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>>41323572
I should have mentioned that it was a bit of a drive from their house, but it's definitely possible. It's also possible that it was some stranger, but she perceived the event in a dream simply because her two sisters were thinking so deeply about the possibility that it was her they were looking at. Perhaps they were messing with her and by sheer coincidence she had a dream vaguely matching their description and force-fit it to their narrative.
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>>41225898
I have heard similar stories regarding 'that alleged room/ bed' in military barrages from friends in various parts of SEA. A lot are 'heard it from friend of friends or senior officers passing on tales to new recruits' type of deal. But I did have one friend from singapore (mandatory military service over there) who swore he personally experienced it.
>that one room that's been said to have weird shit happening
>that one bed in that room that nobody wants to sleep in and everyone say has bad mojo
>cadets assigned that bed would rather just sleep on the floor elsewhere
>got to a point where the senior officers just stop assigning that bed for anyone
>guys whose beds are near that one bed would often see shadowy figures hovering that bed
>jokers who think they're gonna be the tough dude/ got dared into sleeping in that bed also reported of sleep paralysis etc
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>>41310003
cool concept and all but why would a relatively modern ghost be speaking latin? Is the joke that it's because latin is a dead language?
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In the summer of 2008 I went on an exchange program with a student ambassador program to China. I had just turned 17 and was with about 50 other kids from Wisconsin and Ohio. It was really my first time being away from home and without any other relatives. The trip lasted 2 and 1/2 weeks and the group toured Beijing, Shanghai, Xian, and Hong Kong. It was a life-changing experience and fun. However, there were several things that happened while I was there, some things I couldn't really explain. Here are some of them.

The first thing that happened was probably, in my mind, the most frightening to me. The group was in Xian actually. During our stay in Xian we stayed overnight in a smaller village. We stayed in a hotel though for one of the days, but I forgot what the smaller village was called. Anyways, we were at this hotel and we basically had one floor to ourselves. There were two or three roommates in each room. We checked into the hotel and we were all getting set in our room. We were instructed to meet in the hotel restaurant at a certain time, which was about an hour after we were getting our things set in our room. I remember at one point leaving the hotel floor with someone for something, other than coming back upstairs to our floor. There were some people in the hall and others in their room. The person I was rooming with was in someone else's room at the time, and I walked back into the hotel room. I remember sitting in there by myself, listening to the others walking in the hall and sort of just organizing my bags. I also remember noticing that the room clock was not the correct time, so I had to check my cell phone to get the real time. I had my phone mostly turned off the entire trip because I made a stupid move and left my charger at home in Wisconsin.
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After what I thought to be only several minutes, the noise of people seemed to settle down and I thought maybe they were all getting ready for dinner. I continued to sit in my room, and after another few minutes I thought that the halls were just maybe too quiet. I didn’t think that it was that late though, and that it was that close to dinner, so I just sat there again. Then I heard as if someone ran down the hall. It sounded to me like it came from the direction of the elevators and went down the hall. I instantly thought that it was just someone from the group just having fun because I heard the movement in the hall again. It sounded like it was at my end of the hall. I got up because the sound went away and I took that as the person possibly left downstairs. I basically thought I should head down to dinner and with that I left my room. As I walked, I thought I heard what sounded to be someone about to leave their room. It was like a doorknob was turning and I heard some movement behind me. I remember sort of looking back to the empty hall, but I didn’t think much about it. I went to the floor where the restaurant was on and the group leaders were standing there. They caught sight of me and kind of laughed and told me I was late for dinner. I remember being confused and not thinking I was that late, but I saw that all the students in the group were already seated.
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I had to sit with the leaders that night for dinner, and they told me that they were wondering who was missing but they couldn’t really decipher who it was. They stated I was gone for about 10 minutes. I just remember sitting there and thinking who was in the hall and in that room then. I even told them at dinner that I didn’t think I was that late because I heard what sounded like people still in their rooms and in the hall when I was on my way down to the elevator. They just looked at me somewhat amused and in wonder about what I was talking about. They didn’t really press me any further on my statements and we just went on with dinner. I’m pretty sure no employees were in the hall because the hotel was pretty vacant when we were there. I probably saw about five employees downstairs when coming in and throughout our first few hours there, and I’m just pretty sure no one would just go into someone’s room like that. Another thing that happened was during our homestay portion of the trip. About four people were assigned to a family in a small village outside either Xian or Shanghai, and at each homestay I was assigned with three other girls in the group and we were taken to the house we would be staying at, which would only be for about two days. I shared a room with a girl named Millie for the duration of the homestay. The room was a good size and there were two full-size beds in it.
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On our first night there I was lying there. At some point I dozed off but woke up again. I just continued to lay there trying to sleep again, but after a few seconds I heard what sounded like heavy silent breathing. I thought that it was Millie, but I realized it sounded like it was coming from behind me. At first it didn’t scare me because I thought maybe it was the AC kicking in, but it went away after I turned my head to look at the AC. I laid there again and brought the covers closer to me, and then it felt as though during this like someone was pressing onto the end of the bed. Millie’s bed was pretty much less than 5 ft from mine and I could see her while this was happening, so it wasn’t her.
I just laid there and tried to just let the feeling pass, but it felt like it stayed there. I didn’t want to look at the end, but I couldn’t help myself. But no one was there, nothing. It was just blank. I had a hard time getting to bed that night. I think maybe it was due to the constant traveling though, but after an hour or so after the bed and breathing incident, the room got really dark and I just pulled the covers over my head.

There was another incident that happened in the house and it was when I was upstairs alone. The three other girls were downstairs and I had run back upstairs for something. I should note that the four of us had the second floor to ourselves and we stayed in the two rooms upstairs. I was digging in my suitcase for whatever it was I needed and remember hearing what sounded like someone being on the second floor. There was sort of a sitting area upstairs with a table, then the two rooms and a bathroom. The noise sounded like it was coming from the sitting area and I thought maybe the family’s son was upstairs. They had a 5-year-old son. I started to walk to the door since I thought maybe the son was playing with one of the toys that I saw upstairs, but no one was there.
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I walked downstairs and the girls and the mom of the family were there, and maybe 10 or 15 minutes later her son came in with two friends.

Probably the final thing to happen while in China was during our last portion of the trip. We were in Hong Kong for the last two days of the trip and were at the Kimberly Hotel. My roommate there was a girl named Mariah. At one point in the first night I went to take a shower. Mariah had left some time beforehand and I was in the bathroom. While showering, I heard someone talking in the room, and at some point the voice came to the door of the bathroom. I quickly thought that Mariah and someone else came back to the room, so I didn’t think much about it. I got out, and while drying off and whatnot I heard the talking again but it sounded quieter. I opened the door to the room and the room was empty. The first thing that came to mind was maybe they left, but I would have heard the door open and close since the room door was right next to the bathroom. Then I thought it was the leaders doing their nightly room checks, but it was far too early for that. I sat on my bed and soon Mariah came back and sometime later the leaders came to do their room checks. I had asked her while we were watching some TV show if she came into the room at all. She of course shook her head no and stated that she went with a few other people to walk around a part of Hong Kong with. And no, the TV was not on. We didn’t really watch TV.
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I typed up something from the deep sea if anyone is interested? just an article on something that happend I converted to greentext
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if anyone cares, I found these interesting anyway:
>July of 1965
>Marvin McCamis, a U.S navy vet squeezed his body through the narrow hatch of a small white submersible and began preparing for a descent
>he was heading into one of the deepest places on Earth
>he had served previously on eight different submarines.
>He was a marine electrician and later joined Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution. >He was a technician who understood the sea and the machines that operated there >The machine he was piloting was the DSV Alvin
>it was one of the world's first deep sea submersibles.
>It was a 7 m long craft capable of diving to nearly 15,000 ft.
>It was equipped with mechanical arms and a small viewport for observing the deep ocean
>it was still a relatively new piece of tech at the time
>its mission was to explore a place known a trench nestled between the islands of New Providence and Andros in the Bahamas
>nicknamed the tongue of the ocean, It's a place where the shallow water suddenly becomes a dark drop which plunges thousands of feet into blackness.
McCamis and his co-pilot Bill Rainey were on this mission
>at the time they would be the only ones to witness this part of the ocean in detail
>The descent began, and for hours, the Alvin sank deeper and deeper into the blue
>this blue slowly faded to a murky gray and then to an absolute impenetrable black.
>The only light came from the submersible's external lamps which cut through the darkness.
>inside the sphere, you could hear the sounds of humming and machinery
>the two went about their usual duties, monitoring instruments
>they were now 5000ft down
>the pressure was insane at this depth, enough to rip a person into tiny pieces
>the ship too if it became depressurized
>they soon reached the ocean floor
>nothing but rock and silt and murky water in visual range
>the submersible began to drift along the edge of a big crevasse
>then the two spotted something
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>just on the precipice of the lights was faint movement
>and from the looks of it, this was no little fish
>it looked like something huge
>it clearly was not a fish or a whale
>it was too large and did not belong down there
>McCamis killed the thrusters as quickly as he could
>the two rushed to see out of the viewport
>they pressed their faces up against it
>as they did they managed to see something unexplainable
>a thick and powerful body and an impossibly long neck stretching just beyond the darkness
>they also could see a small, snake like head with two distinct eyes
>just staring dead ahead in their direction
>it moved itself through the water with what looked like two powerful sets of flippers
>it had one set on the front and one set on the back of its body
>what they were staring at they could only conclude was what looked like a plesiosaur
>an ancient aquatic dinosaur like reptile that was long extinct
>it should not exist right in front of there eyes right then and there
>they two men started frantically trying to document evidence of this creature
>The Alvin was equipped with a camera, but it had a fixed focal point
>it was designed to take clear pictures of the ocean floor or objects at a distance but it couldn't get a sharp image of anything within 15 to 25 ft.
>whatever this was it was just too close.
>they tried to maneuver the Alvin
>they were trying to get the right distance to get that perfect shot but it was just too quick
>the thing turned its neck and kind of gave them one last look
>then with a powerful push it angled its body upward and swam away.
>both men were very shaken and excited at the same time
>they returned to the surface as soon as they could
>McCamis meticiolously recorded everything in the vessel’s wet log
>he recorded every last detail
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>sometime after the dive, when McCamis went to review his entry in the log, it was gone.
>The page had been carefully removed.
>He went to ask his superiors about it and he was met with silence and stern looks.
>The official record of their encounter had been deliberately erased by higher authorities.
>Someone somewhere did not want the world to know what was lurking in the tongue of the ocean.
>years later, he would recount the entire event to the author, Charles Burletz, who was writing a book called Without a Trace.
>Burlitz was very intrigued by Mccamis' story
>he actually showed him a scientific drawing of a plesiosaur
>he confirmed it was what he saw without hesitation
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A more detailed, verbatim account as published in the book:
We were down about 5,000 ft and then I went down into a crevasse about 300 ft deeper under a slight outcrop. We went deeper because the cable we were following spanned the crevasse. It was right there that I spotted it. The first thing I noticed was the movement. I thought we were moving along the cable and checked for drift, but found that the sub was stationary and that it was the object that was moving. It then occurred to me that perhaps it was a utility pole because of its thick shape. I swung the sub in an arc to get a better view along the cable or pole or whatever it was. I was astonished to see a thick body with flippers, a long neck, a snake-like head with two eyes looking right at us. It looked like a big lizard with flippers. It had two sets of them. Then it swam upwards with its back turned before we could get the cameras angled. They were set to photograph 15 to 25 ft in front of the sub, and the thing had already swam out of the camera angle, but was still around. I didn't like the way things were happening, so I came up. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but I didn't want to hang around.
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>>41230824
Ah I remember this one. Can’t remember which spookie greentext youtube channels made a video about it though.
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>>41254422
*kisses you firm but gently*
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>>41333013
>an article
>>41333270
Give us the source, please?

>>41333293
>the book
Which book?
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>>41281214
>Don't sleep for 71 hours
>Look into mirror
>freak out at reflection due to no sleep 71 hour
>Tell son about it
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>>41278062
mad that nobody wants your shitty little larp?
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>>41225300
Sorry. We were in your mom's bedroom.
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I've got a couple of stories, but I'll start with the most recent one that happened earlier this year.
>be asleep in my bed
>dead of night, somewhere near 4am
>get woken up by this violent flapping near my ears
>my hair is getting thrown everywhere as this thing flails around
>brain is trying to rationalize what the fuck is flapping near my head
>it's either a bird or a bat that somehow got in through the A/C attached to my window
>decide to try and grab it by it's wing and peak at what it is
>really hoping it's a bird because I don't want to deal with rabies
>pick it up
>wing doesn't feel like a bird or a bat
>feels like a weird opaque plastic
>looking at it through squinted eyes because I don't want to freak myself out and it's dark as fuck in my room
>whatever the fuck it is, it has round wings and a main body
>it's actively trying to reach up for my hand, assumedly so i could let it go
>figure since it sure as hell aint a bird it must be a bat, and if I let go it'll fly into the corner of the room and I can deal with it in the morning
>let go
>it immediately flies back to the side of my head and begins its violent flailing again
>realize I have to get up and deal with the thing
>slam my hand on top of the creature to grab it, eyes wide open to see what the fuck this thing is
>theres nothing there
>completely empty
>start looking behind my bedframe and under my bed to see if maybe it escaped
>theres nothing
>no trace of it anywhere
>lay in bed, staring at the ceiling wondering what the fuck just happened.
At first I thought it was a vivid hallucination until I realized you can't grab a fucking hallucination.
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>>41335876
just search mccamis and dsv alvin and the article will come up

>Which book?
I already mentioned the book if you would take the time to read >Charles Burletz, who was writing a book called Without a Trace.
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>>41336546
>search mccamis and dsv alvin
Ok thanks.
>I already mentioned the book
Sorry about that. I was skimming and missed it.
I appreciate your effortposting.
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>>41297880
Bumpan
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>>41295418
Completely evil
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>>41338551
a friend of mine down the street from me did this and he went bumpan through the imageboard
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>>41300812
Goodness
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>>41225898
Congrats, you are a shadow people experiencer. There was docu on netflix called The Nightmare that covers it pretty well
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>>41225898
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoPsjWqvwT4
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i like these
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>>41254422
God bless you. I'm not reading someone's tomb raider fanfic that they probably wrote one handed.
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>>41230801
Mexican peso, fuck me, I would send his gf to pray at one of the many holy sites in Mexico and go to a shaman asap.
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>>41230987
Man, tripfags were always a fucking cancer.
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>>41276956
>"Bro, my nakama we're so tight"
Shit like this is what breaks my suspension of disbelief.
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>>41241923
>>41241928
>>41241935
>>41241943
>>41241950

Thanks anon. It's nice seeing some new stories.
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>>41242209
Disgustingly homosexual. Like the fucking idiot has any choice in the matter. The wages of sin are death. Making hell a "choice" is dumb. Your employer doesn't give a shit about you but the prince of darkness will? this is why satanists are dumb as a bunch of rock
>The demon that has explicitly stated it only wants to torture me for eternity?
>Yeah, it must be the good guy
Natural selection on a cosmic scale.
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You're welcome anon.
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>>41220863
so for anybody who doesn't know:
gmod servers, such as the roleplay server OP's image connected to, typically rely on custom content. nowadays you can get it off of a link to a collection on the workshop, but back in the day it had to be manually downloaded and installed in your gmod folder.
in the source engine, which gmod runs on, models you don't have installed render as a big red "ERROR".
what happened here is OP just got fucked over by metrocop players. even back in the day, metrocops on hl2rp servers often used a custom content pack that added all sorts of new uniforms.
t. gmod rp oldfag
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I'm gonna be heading to a remote cabin soon for about a week, gimme all ur best forest cryptid/skinwalker stuff
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>>41348641
holy shit this z-targeted a deep fear in me. I remember as a kid I had a recurring nightmare where I'd be laying in my bed, the door would open and the family dog would walk in on 2 legs like a human. He would just open the door, walk in, say "Hey (Anon)" casually and I would wake up instantly with the deepest fear I've ever felt in my life
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>>41310017
what a good story
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does anyone have that one greentext of a bunch of guys hanging out together in a car or something and one guy gets a random phonecall, freaks out, and jumps a fence and kills himself? stuck with me even though it's been years since i've read it
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>>41342908
Its fascinating how literally every single namefag is fucking cancerous
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>>41348872
it's cause they fail to understand and go against the very essence of the site; ANONYMOUS posting. only narcissists who just NEED a name for people to remember them by break this rule, and those kinds of people are always the most shallow, boring fucks imaginable
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>>41241958
Check the music
>its imbred
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Does anyone remember the name of this one creepypasta/nosleep story about how every year a person is chosen to be erased so every other human in the world suddenly knows where they are and rush there to kill and devour them, but the person also gained the memory of every other person that suffered this same fate and it went even as far as the stone age, does anyone remember this one?
After the person was killed everyone else would forget them as if the day and the person never existed.
To add more details to it. I remember the main character lived in a ranch or some other far away rural place so he had time to think about it and he saw the memories of people who died before him, he saw how last year it was a girl, I think, that lived in the middle of a big city and barely had time to understand what was happening when her parents rushed her and started mauling her, he saw how they started destroying everything about her and dismantled her room and other people arrived to start eating her pictures and other things just to erase her completely, I think they started eating her body too.
I think he tried to see more people but I fully remember him talking about someone in the stone age, cold and scared in a cave without understanding what was going on, but they had realized that whatever was gonna happen to them was much better than what will happen to those who arent't chosen.
It's not SCP-6096 but the mechanism is similar, I've been looking for things related to it because it might help finding it.
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First time posting this story online, it happened to me around 14 years ago.

>Be me 15-16 in eastern europe
>Spend all night playing DotA, have to wake up at 6:30 to go to school in the snow
>Fuck that, want to sleep instead but forced to go out
>Snatch the key for the attic on the last floor of our soviet style building
>Basically most old buildings here have an attic and basements where each family owns one room to be used as storage
>Go up to 17th floor and unlock the heavy lead door, go inside the dusty concrete and brick corridor and flick on the lightbulb. Lock the metal door behind me.
>Go through the corridors to our storage room, nobody else around as expected.
>Our storage room has a bed, rug and couch, that older sister uses as a hangout spot sometimes. Pretty comfy.
>Get in, lock the door and try to sleep, but its winter and room is completely uninsulated.
>I lay with the winter jacket and blanket over me just shivering and trying to rest. feeling retarded wondering if school was better.
>Half an hour later hear footsteps in the corridor outside, figure its some old guy neighbour with no job waking up early.
>Footsteps eventually slowly go up to my door until I hear them stop in front of it.
>There is no other storage room either next to or opposite ours - its the last room of this corridor. I am weirded out and wide awake at this point and just staying quiet looking at the door.
>The door handle moves.
>Unnerved, staring at the door without blinking. The door is locked but made from literally the cheapest shit material
>The door handle very slowly moves from horizontal to 45 degrees and stays there for a while.
>I keep staring intensely for almost an hour watching the door, no further movement, and no further footsteps of anyone leaving. Eventually fall asleep
>wake up and its around 11, light outside and warmer. Unlock the door and head out holding keys as a brass knuckle.
>Nobody there, main metal door still locked

Cont, epilogue in next post
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>>41350585

I brushed it off later as me being sleep deprived or some neigbhour/hobo walking around.

>A few months or a year later, older sister is up there in the storage room with her friend hanging out and drinking
>Me and mom are a few floors down in our regular apartment.
>Suddenly mom gets a call from sis, she is crying over the phone and saying that somebody is outside their door, walking around turning the door handle trying to get in.
>They screamed and yell at him to leave but there is no answer.
>Mom grabs a chef knife and take the elevator up there scared
>We went there and there was nobody, the main metal door was still locked as well. Cops found nothing also

Likely not paranormal, but the corridors are very straight forward and there is nowhere a person could hide except in the other storage rooms which only the flatowners have the keys to.
Our neibhourhood was very safe as well back then.
I read some other stories here about some psychopaths living in the walls/crawlspace of peoples houses and coming out at night. Wondering if this was a similar case.
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>>41350635
Prolly just some weird inner-mechanisms of the handle getting messed with by temperatures if it's so cold. Like how some doors get harder to open during the summer because the wood expands.
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>Be me, about 20 or so
>Used to sleep in my dead uncles room
>One morning wake up with sleep paralysis
>See something standing next to my door, right across from my bed
>It looks like a nude woman with red skin
>Her body was normal, even attractive but her face was demonic looking
>Horns on head, sharp teeth, piercing eyes, patches of black on her face
>She was looking straight at me and hissed at me
>Other than that, nothing else happened and my sleep paralysis quickly ended
>Never saw her again but that memory still sticks with me
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>be like 14 or 15, autumn
>at night, sit on a bench with some friends
>see a black shadow like two times bigger than a man jump from a building
>"holy fuck a guy just jumped off the building guys"
>we all rushed there
>nobody is there
>the leaves in the park where the thing jumped are scattered in a round area
No idea what it was but I'm certain I was not seeing things.
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>>41279130
I had one of those dreams where you live months of life before you wake up. Nothing much happened in it, but it did fuck me up, it made me unsure if this life is real as cliché as it sounds.
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>>41352480
Had a dream I died once. Not like die and go to heaven or anything, I think I died and instantly woke up.
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5 years ago I was fucking my half cast girlfriend and putting a baby in her doggy style on the living room floor when we kept seeing 6ft shadow figures running across the bottom of the stairs door.
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>>41352488
That happened to me too. In this dream I was in a fantasy land, I was like a mage or something. We were fighting against these blobs that were kinda like the darkness from the videogame, one of those attacked me and I died, waking up.

Another dream I had was >>30435234
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>>41352488
>>41352480
I've had both of these in one once. I can't remember the "living another life" part too well because of how long its been, but I remember I had a girlfriend in it and somehow, we both ended up on some kinda subway tracks. The only way to save her was sacrificing myself and getting electrocute to death by the tracks, which then woke me up. I remember for the first like minute or so I was so devastated it felt like actually losing a family member, but it faded super fast, along with most the memories
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>>41352584
>>41352703
Woke up with a start like when you ‘fall’ in your dream when I was ‘shot’ in the head at an indoor range in my dream. Felt a hard pinch and a large part of my scalp went numb, like when your leg goes asleep. Vision went black in the dream and I woke up with a start at the same instant.
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>>41353048
The range is the one I go to in my town so it makes me a little nervous whenever I go back to the long range there
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>>41225898
fuck you ringknocker, anyway did you want/get a pilot slot?
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>>41230093
This is a good story. Spooky imagery
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>>41354808
i might be talking out of my ass here but i do kinda recall a pizza game with some shit about a fair in it
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>>41354808
I'm fairly certain Anon is talking about this
https://youtu.be/EIpQiCv5h1M
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>14 years old, on summer vacation in Florida
>At the beach constantly, spend all my time in waist-deepish water
>For some autistic reason, I love just standing there and throwing myself into big waves
>Its the best when they're big and strong enough to actually throw me around
>Doing my "ocean fighting" shit one time, huge wave is coming
>fuckyes.jpg
>Step forward to brace for impact, feels like something grabs my foot
>Freak out, wave fuckin annihilates me
>Get slammed into the sand harder than ever, something still grabbing me foot
>It doesn't feel like a hand, it's like some weird giant squishy suction
>It won't let go, the impact of the wave feels like it lasts forever
>Have never been hit this hard, literally pinned to the ground under the water for what felt like a full minute
>Finally the ocean and whatever had my foot let me go just before I run out of breathe
>Gtfo of the water, massive headache, shoulder bleeding from the slam
>Never learned what the hell happened
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>>41240854
im surprised they didn't start shooting at the general direction of the sounds
>>41241943
>turns out he was on heroin
kek
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>>41358283
Why is it always text to speech? When people used to do dramatic readings of bad fanfiction they used their actual voice and it worked. However with these greentext readings it’s always text to speech and it just seems lazy and inhuman how hard is it just to read out loud to a microphone with your own voice?
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Someone my cookies for 4chan got cleared so I've been fighting with the captcha

>>41298646
Checks out lol. I have non-ghostly recurring nightmares about simply being there.

>>41330166
There were entire rooms in our academy's other dormitory that were permanently locked because of suicides that occurred in them. Never actually went over to that dormitory much tho

>>41354637
Nah. Never had interest in flying. Wanted to be a Space Force intel officer but AFPC decided that all of us EE and comp-E majors needed to be Air Force dev engineers instead, so that's what I am now. I got a good assignment (AFTAC at Patrick SFB, FL) so I'm enjoying it though.
>ringknocker
I forgot my ring back at my parents' place. Never actually wore it.
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>>41298646
I just reread your reply and realized that the word "raped" was literal. Did that professor end up getting arrested or anything?
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This one always struck me similar with the CNC monster.
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>be me
>18
>first week at university
>find out my dorm is allegedly haunted
>two students have committed suicide in my dorm over the course of 30 years
>in the 90s one kid fell out the window
>university claimed it wasn't suicide
>in late 2000s another kid hung himself using a belt in the closet
at first i don't buy into ghost stories, feel it disrespects the two guys who died there
but some weird shit happened that made me question it, not really scary but weird i guess
>come home late one night, can hear people talking through my door
>open door, pitch black, silent, roommate is asleep
>get up for scuba diving elective at 5am mwf cause i hate my life kek
>open door into hallway, trip
>fall through door, get up
>staring into my room
those two could be explained by me being tired, the last one could not
>nearing end of semester
>alone in my dorm room
>folding laundry
>hear a womans voice say loudly "god says you should kill yourself"
>look around no one there
I have never experienced haullicnstions in my other circumstance. don't do drugs. basically no other notable things happened
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>>41360651
>get up for scuba diving elective at 5am
scariest part of the story, what the fuck
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>>41360674
I thought it would be fun and would be a useful life skill to have. It was kind of kino because the class only had 5 people sign up and we had to petition for it to not get cancelled. Someone almost drowned. The "professor" was this hot Norwegian lady who also taught a cultural mythology course. I have not scuba'd since. But yeah the 5:30 start time was rough.
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>>41336509
I already have half-asleep hallucinations all the fucking time. If I had one where I could feel it I'd unironically seek meds.
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>>41360799
Funnily enough, I stopped having hallucinations after that. Not sure if my brain scared itself into taking reality seriously or if whatever the fuck assaulted me just closed a third eye or something.
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>>41358584
As someone who lives on the gulfcoast that kinda sounds to me like a maybe a sinkhole kinda got lucky that all you felt was it sucking you down and that it was not actually big enough to really swallow you,
i'm guessing when it let go it must have gotton filled with water by that point.

basically it was a empty space in the ground under the water and a hole opened on the top of the hole and sucked water down causing the sucking feeling and prbly a wave also from the displacement effect,
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>>41282745
My fence survived hurricane Milton, but during a random thunderstorm in the summer there was a microburst that trashed my backyard. The fence broke, the propane grill was tossed onto its side, potted plants were tipped over, etc. This thunderstorm wasn't even that severe, the wind just randomly accelerated for a few minutes.
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>>41220863
It's a long shot but I had no luck finding it, does anyone remember or know this creepypasta, it was from the POV of a swat officer, or army something of that sort, and he was tasked with climbing a never ending apartment building to find the squad prior, the further he goes up the more deranged it becomes. I can't find anything about it despite its concept being easy to describe
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Does anyone have a screenshot of that greentext saved regarding Gnosticism? I think it was the first compelling thing I read regarding the topic and it was poignant but also kind of funny I think. Says something about how the demiurge must have laughed making our sex organs right next to our assholes and stuff lol. The image attached may have been a butterfly or something if I recall...
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>>41360420
In a greentext thread from last year the asshole who wrote this admitted that he made it all up.
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>>41362864
I mean he probably did but how would you possibly know it was actually him
I can say that I'm the guy who write it right now and that I DEFINITELY didn't make anything up
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>>41360420
>(you)
>faggot screencapped his own fanfiction
Also is it just me or did he fuck up when samefagging with the "ITS HAPPENING" gif? He's replying like he's a different person but it still has him namefagging
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>>41359338
boooooo not funny
the joke gets old after the second sentence
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>>41298646
Need more immersion, let me plap her.
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>>41225898
so you voluntarily signed your life away to jews to be a private mercenary to defend the interests of jewish pedophile bankers and experienced sleep paralysis after induced psychological stress?

STOP THE PRESSES EVERYONE
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>>41366920
holy buzzwords, batman

genuinely curious, are you even capable of an original thought or is it all just an input-output echo chamber in there?
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a bot? good, im only here on this ghost town of a site to jewpill the LLM anyway
my original thought was not selling my soul to protect the interests of jewish bankers who rape kids. i wont be fated to die by doing an impression of charlie kirk's jew on a stick necklace roping itself or a bullet to my own head after years of addiction, depression and shame only to finally give up and go out like a little bitch
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>>41367139
You do not have a soul. And I don't mean that in reddit athiest "there is no god" kinda way. The way you talk, it is clear you are missing anything on the inside. The engine's working, there's no driver.
Maybe you didn't sell it, but buddy it ain't there. You're meat and instincts on autopilot.
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>>41367198
youre just a discarded eglin bot though. so no offense if i, or the two other humans who use this board dont respect your judgment when you've probably spent most of your 'life' upvoting tranny porn
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>>41367283
wow, it's actually amazing. you really do just spout the 'channer' words and phrases you've seen other people using, hoping they fall together into something that makes sense
thank you for your retardation tho, its entertaining and keeps this thread bumped at the same time. tards like you are key to stomping out the gooners and larpers, we need more
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>>41369978
Abysmal.
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>>41374945
Waifu material
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>>41349309
It's not and there's nothing to do with it. I'm the guy who made it.
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>>41374945
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In July this year I had a couple stranger-than-usual dreams. This one makes the better story (1/2).

I was on a bus tour of Japan, and at first I had only mild interactions with passengers. But one night I got the second seat to the front, which was occupied by two sleeping strangers. Vertical bars kept me firmly behind them, and I saw both the white of my teeth and a glint suggesting eyes in that dim front-window reflection. I was not yet afraid. As always I grew preoccupied with the moon, its frail lamp far away in a hazy sky. Rounding a bend and driving in the narrows between high stone walls a bridge appeared overhead, which from its side seemed whole, but passing under I saw it shattered. Then another... and another. The walls and bridges ceased, but the buildings of a new horizon-wide countryside retained their bomb-eaten patina. I half-fancied them nuked, but the litter-like rubble looked more conventional. Something indistinct about it all puzzled me before a sight made it certain; a colossal copper-green dome lying wasted amidst the pallid ruins. It was too big. I imagined the height such a pinnacle fell from; it would be the capstone of a nation of giants unmentioned anywhere. Nowhere on earth had I heard of such a bleak memorial to war so well maintained. Germany, I thought. Nowhere but 1940s Germany would destruction be this entire. But the land grew stranger and a music started, the rhythm hissing and percussing again and again:

wee-oh-tick-tick--
wee-oh-tick-tick--

Bright, clean, and wooden structures also lay desolate, fearful in aspect but fatally wounded: here the Trojan horse of the Argives with its back sunken along the saddle; here a mechanical war chariot painted with the colorful emblem of an elephant, its side spilled out. More sights as these passed, and from a distance their multitude sprawling over the horizon resembled childrens' toys on a littered earth.
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>>41378061
(2/2)
Then statues passed. The first was a black-iron man in what seemed early scuba gear. Then another. Then a black-and-white mural of them with a burning building in the background.

wee-oh-tick-tick--
wee-oh-tick-tick--

More scuba men and destruction, scuba men attempting and failing to put out fires, even firemen assisting them in vain to contain the blazing, sepiatone tableaus.

wee-oh-tick-tick--
wee-oh-tick-tick--

Then, like an obelisk, a watch tower loomed ahead out of the gloom. The bus skittered over the slatted steps, curling its long carapace around shorter stairs, flight upon flight blurring by. It was here, amidst the churning melody and lurching climb, that I knew something awaited me at the end.

wee-oh-tick-tick--
wee-oh-tick-tick--
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The motion stopped as though it never started, all sound likewise terminated. The two sleepers were gone from the front seat and the bus with them. I was before a mesh-screen window and looking out over dead dimness. It was too still. Jaundiced light stained-in the likeness of trees beyond a courtyard below, and a narrator drawled over the murk in a clinical baritone, "the infected wandered the streets."

There was not a soul out there.

Unable to bear the strain of dread anymore I started awake.
I did not sleep again that night.
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>>41366920
It really is a special type of retardation where I can tell you a story about one specific room in particular being haunted and you cannot process it without veering off into a non-sequitur.

You should have an IQ of at least 120 before you attempt to be antisemitic. Racism should be backed by intellect, not just strings of words like yours appears to be.
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>>41379411
>represses the uncomfortable fact of having sold his soul to jewish bankers to help them make the world a safer place for jewish pedophiles
>has a bad dream immediately after prolonged psychological and physical torture
>posts his experience on a paranormal forum despite it being a 'normal' (lit. normie) experience effecting ~1/2 the population
>people make fun of him
>cant even figure out why
>responds to criticism by defending the jews who rape kids he sold his soul to
pottery.

you should really come to terms with the facts anon, and im not even trolling when i say that. that shit is going to come back to bite you with a vengeance 10 years down the line after you find out your wife/gf/fiance/buttbuddy is sleeping with your best friend while youre on tour and you spend the rest of your life in a drunken and medicated stupor with the highlight of your existance being trips to the VA and watching niggers play sportsball to distract yourself from your own thoughts which constantly encourages you to kill yourself. i dont want you to die.

remember, its never too late to kill a jew and live in his mansion off the infinite supply of gibs stipened onto the cards he had in his wallet, or to blood eagle a jew in the street and to completely redeem yourself in the eyes of gods and men. remember my words.
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>>41379669
Please show me where I "defended the jews." It is easy to know that the Jew is bad, but you must be able to articulate *why* the Jew is bad, otherwise you're indistinguishable from low-IQ "kill da yt man."

>its never too late to kill a jew
And what have you done? There are far more anons in the services, both military and intelligence, than you know. I and every uniformed anon within who work to move things in our favor are doing more to retake the country than retards like you who think that the only way to "win" is to spray violence in a sloppy, undirected manner like Africans do. Every fed who helps to deport third worlders has done more than you will ever do.
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>go hiking on a short trail with friends
>nobody in the group of 4 goofballs has any hiking experience
>it's a national park far away from the city so we go there with a car
>the parking area has some vehicles + someone's lone duffel bag
>meet a few people at the start of the trail
>they're just eating a camp fire lunch at the start of the trail so we walk past them
>hike the trail
>an older guy wearing a bucket hat who's very sun burnt comes to chat
>he says he's on his way back from the trail
>he's got a gun bag
>in hindsight, it's not really hunting season for anything and folks don't carry guns (this is not the US)
>he's friendly but we're little shits so we don't want to talk
>he keeps on talking so we leave rudely
>feel bad for being rude until a friend says the guy was being weird
>one of us saw him at the start of the trail, but now he's saying he's returning
>walk the trail some more and see the guy again even though he went the opposite way
>this time just nod and go past him, don't want to talk
>we eat packed lunch at a camp site
>plan was to return to the car after lunch, but along the way we took wrong turns
>we've hiked downhill to the bottom of a valley
>one friend has a map
>we've gone way farther than intended and now the hike back is uphill
>another friend "knows" that the trail loops so we just have to go forward
>we fucked up
>it's now a full day hike and maybe a night with no bags
>no water or food
>only other person on the trail is the sun burnt guy
>eventually give in and talk with him since he keeps hovering
>up close the guy is grinning the whole time he talks
>he's sweating like crazy
>the way he talks feels casual, but also digs a lot of information out of us like where we live etc.
>the vibes are off and we try to shake him but he just awkwardly follows some distance away
>at the next campsite, we see the duffel bag from the parking lot already there
>gut tells me don't stop here, but friends are already making a fire
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cont.

>while we're alone, I say we go and just blitz the rest of the trail
>others want to sleep there and look for water
>as soon as the fire is lit, the sun burnt guy appears and sits awkwardly close to my friend
>the friend was sitting next to the duffel bag
>guy starts talking and is still pretending he's there coincidentally instead of following us
>my friends catch up with my paranoia at that point
>we look at each other and try to signal
>eventually the guy starts going through the duffel bag while hiding it behind himself
>one of us asks if the bag is his since we found it
>he says no, but this is an emergency situation so we can take anything we need
>we didn't tell him anything about being in trouble
>at that point we all just get up and leave with no signal needed
>nobody says anything until we're some distance away from the camp
>the guy yells after us asking if we want food
>one of us yells that he we're just going for a piss, he can start cooking and we'll come back
>we have no intention of going back
>we start running through the trail
>it starts to get dark and it becomes clear the trail doesn't fully loop
>we back track and take a different path
>but we have to go past the camp
>the fire's out, camp's cold and there's no sign of cooking, also no duffel bag
>we continue running, luckily finding a relatively short path to the start
>I don't catch it, but along the way, one of us sees the sun burnt guy
>he was just in the woods standing there in the dark watching us
>he wasn't grinning anymore
>at the parking area, the duffel bag isn't there and our car has been broken into
>there was nothing to take in the car so we just ignore it and leave
>back home we look up the trail and map out the route we took
>looking at our route it doesn't make any sense
>sun burnt guy also wasn't following any trail
>the duffel bag already at the camp and him meeting us where he did
>that was also only possible if he was running at full sprint off-trail or teleporting
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Most of these are just fake internet campfire stories. Always so typical and cliche
>bro I wuz innawoods with my bros and we see this monster that we barely describe and we had guns but we didn't shoot it and then men in black knocked on my door
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>>41231012
This made me cry, fuck man
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>>41379731
what sort of person need further articulation of "jews rape kids"? i dont know if i could articulated it any more concisely for you.

here, try this. mods on this board are 50/50 posting this on this board, and since im certain youre a chatbot anyway im not gonna take a 2 day ban for you.
https://files.catbox.moe/regf5z.jpeg
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>1 year ago camping on Victoria Day Weekend
>Crownland camping, need to portage in with equipment.
>Plan to stay for 3 days, try to pack light since it was still warm. Bring tarp and plan to just make a pseudo A frame.
>set up camp next to the lake with 2 buddies.
>Brought my SxS shotgun hoping for wild turkey.
>Camp set up is uneventful.
> frens set up their tents. Mock me for brining only A frame.
>Have dinner. Fren brings chocolate chip Banana bread.
>Turn in for the night ahead of frens.
>First night hear what i only describe as a over capacity washing machine going off most of the night.
>Sounds like heavy cranking and grinding machinery.
>Cant sleep because of it.
>Tell frens. They say its just bullfrogs.
>Go out looking for turkey.
>A couple KM away from camp when I hear things go silent.
>Both frens with me acknowledge how weird it is.
>we push on anyway.
>Return to camp for 2nd night without any issues.
>Frens smoke weed and we cook steaks over the fire.
>I turn in again early for the night. And try to sleep in under my tarp.
>This night I hear coyotes yipping and cackling.
>This goes on for a while until they all just stop suddenly in sync.
>Nothing but the sound of the trees for the rest of the night.
>Fall Asleep.
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Pic related. My view from my shitty tarp tent.
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>>41382839
Cont.
>Wake up next day. Repeat cycle
>Look for turkey with Frens.
>This time in a different direction.
>Cover twice as much distance.
>Nothing strange happens.
>Frens and I are exhausted. We all turn in early after dinner.
>Try to fall asleep.
>Can't sleep. Feeling of being watched is overpowering.
>Look down towards the open end of my A Frame.
>Nothing but darkness.
>No strange noises. Just intense uneasiness.
>I take my shotgun out of my gunsock and load it.
>"I sure do hope 12ga 2 3/4 1oz of No.8 Shot can get whatever is out there."
>Mosquitoes start assaulting me.
>I start feeling them crawl over me and bite me.
>It feels like hundreds of them. Out of nowhere.
>Get mosquito face cover over my head.
>Realize I had not seen Mosquitoes the entire time I was here. Not until now.
>I hear what sounds like an jet airliner flying over head at a really low altitude.
>"There shouldn't be any planes around here. Especially not jets"
>I get out of my tent. And look up at the sky. No plane.
>"Man this feels off"
>I crawl back into my tent.
>Before I settle in, I take a picture of the woods from the entrance of my tent.
>Try to fall asleep, clutching my shotgun.
>Next morning my face is blown up like a ballon from all the mosquito bites.
>Have to pack up and portage with an eye swollen shut.
>Frens laugh at me for sleeping in an A frame like a dumbass.
>Neither of them heard the Jetliner sound.
>Neither of them got bit by mosquitoes.

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Pic related is the pic I took before going back into my tent. Not the strangest experience. I get that feeling of being watched all the time, but that night it was particularly bad.
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