Post internet campfire stories
>>41383810Do you know which board that's from?
Don't just post one and leave the thread to die retard.
>>41385574Sorry
>>41385943It's fine. I was just angry at the idea that a creepypasta thread would not survive on /x/ during fucking halloween.
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>>41383810bump finally a good spooky thread and NOT A FUCKING GENERAL
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>>41385970People are out at parties mate
>>41386146Not me nor you.
>>41386146i dont have any friends nor is there anything going on around me + your in the same boat as me apparently so get of my cock before i creampie you
I asked for it in the other thread, but no one answered. Does anyone have Ted the Caver?
>>413860825, 11, and 18 make no sense to me, I didn't catch those riddles.OP I would appreciate the answer for those.
>>41386637In 13 its poorly written, but the police and guys have it locked down from below.They aren't on the third floor, and I assume the noise he was hearing was on his floor.Either way the murderer can definitely get to the third floor.As for 11 that was a good find, it makes so much sense.
>>41386637Our first floor is the ground floor in England.Our second is their first.Our third is their second.They are locked in the same floor of the killer.
>>41386610maybe in 11 he was pointing to someone walking behind the woman? still kinda of a stretch tho
>>41386377I only know about the original site.https://www.angelfire.com/trek/caver/
>>41383810I think a famous and ancient graveyard would make for a very good tourist attraction
Happened last night>Walking into my room, hear a ruckus behind me>from my heirloom cabinet. That I lost the key to.>Turn, just in time to see a decorative glass ball, inherited with the cabinet push itself off the edge>Launching towards me>it hits the ground, completely undamaged, not a scratch or dent on it>Fell asleep good couple of feet onto rock hard tile>the other shit on top of the cabinet have been pushed aside and have fallen over>See my cat, across the room, scratching my fucking arm chair, staring at the top of the cabinet>He has the same "what the shit was that" expression that I doAnd it was a hefty ass ball of glas, lots of weight to it, and the thing rolled with enough speed to bash a lot of other trinkets out of the way and still have enough momentum to land at my feetWeird shit
Reposting because thread ended.>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.Pic related is the view from my shitty pseudo a frame
>>41389029Cont>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. (2/2) 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
>>41386146I'll be on the shitter at work, looking at my phone
>>41384023I'd guess /v/ but the archive doesn't go back past 2015.
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>>41385984Didn't get the last one.
>>41388206>>41388958this is not a ylyl anon
>>41391208It is implied that the woman was running from a murderer. Since she took the elevator, he must be coming down the stairs.
