Creepypasta: It's Bone-Chillingly Delicious

[DesCrow]

Creepypasta goes here. This needs no further explanation.

NOTE - Some of the material here may be unnerving or otherwise disturbing, read at your own risk.

Submissions can be original, original content, or tastefully mocking.

 

THE HOTEL

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.

 

What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

 

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

 

 

THE BAD DREAM

"Daddy, I had a bad dream."

 

You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness — it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"

 

"No, Daddy."

 

The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?"

 

"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."

 

For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

[Pikachu]

Surprisingly shocking.

 

Good copypasta material. ;D

[Yasu]

You need some creepy images D:

[Willieh]

This thread lacks:

 

[spoiler=The Rake]

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.

 

Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of thier enounters with a creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

 

In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some exceprts from their upcoming book.

 

The Rake

 

A Suicide Note: 1964

 

As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.

 

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.

 

‘Dearest Linnie,

I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’

 

A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880

 

I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).

 

A Mariner’s Log: 1691

 

He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.

 

 

From a Witness: 2006

 

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

 

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

 

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

 

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

 

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.

 

I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

 

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

 

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

 

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

 

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

 

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

 

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

 

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

 

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

 

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

 

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.

 

[Zimiri of the Muse]

both creepy but i think that last story is very creepy it left me witha headache. It sounds familiar buti know i have not ever heard it before. i am now scared and will not copy pasta as my love of reading and bad memory will probably have me open the spoiler and not be able to stop reading and feal theis fear yet again.

[OMGAKITTY]

First one was meh.

Second was wasn't so bad.

[Willieh]

YOUNG WOMAN COME HOME FROM WORK, GO TO APARTMENT. GO UPSTAIRS, GO TO BED WITH DOG. DOG UNDER BED LICK HER HAND WHEN SHE UNNERVED. WOMAN HEAR DRIPPING NOISE, GET UNNERVED. DOG LICK HER HAND. SHE FEEL BETTER, GO BACK TO SLEEP. WAKE UP, NEXT MORNING, GO TO BATHROOM AND SEE DEAD DOG HANGING FROM SHOWER ROD DRIPPING BLOOD INTO BATH TUB. ON MIRROR IN BLOOD, IT WRITE "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".

[OMGAKITTY]

YOUNG WOMAN COME HOME FROM WORK' date=' GO TO APARTMENT. GO UPSTAIRS, GO TO BED WITH DOG. DOG UNDER BED LICK HER HAND WHEN SHE UNNERVED. WOMAN HEAR DRIPPING NOISE, GET UNNERVED. DOG LICK HER HAND. SHE FEEL BETTER, GO BACK TO SLEEP. WAKE UP, NEXT MORNING, GO TO BATHROOM AND SEE DEAD DOG HANGING FROM SHOWER ROD DRIPPING BLOOD INTO BATH TUB. ON MIRROR IN BLOOD, IT WRITE "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".

[/quote']

 

Despite the all caps, that was good. >_>

[Enrise]

[spoiler=1]

A woman and her boyfriend were on their way home from somewhere (not important) one night, and suddenly his car ran out of gas. It was about one in the morning and they were completely alone in the middle of the nowhere.

 

The guy stepped out of the car, saying comfortingly to his girlfriend, "Don't worry, I'll be right back. I'm just going to go out for some help. Lock the doors, though."

 

She locked the doors and sat restlessly, waiting for her boyfriend to come back. Suddenly, she sees a shadow fall across her lap. She looks up to see... not her boyfriend, but a strange, crazed looking man. He is swinging something in his right hand.

 

He sticks his face close to the window and slowly pulls up his right hand. In it is her boyfriend's decapitated head, twisted horribly in pain and shock. She shuts her eyes in horror and tries to make the image go away. When she opens her eyes, the man is still there, grinning psychotically. He slowly lifts his left hand, and he is holding her boyfriend's keys... to the car.

 

 

[spoiler=2]

Two dormmates in college were in the same science class. The teacher had just reminded them about the midterm the next day when one dormmate — let's call her Juli — got asked to this big bash by the hottest guy in school. The other dormmate, Meg, had pretty much no interest in going and, being a diligent student, she took notes on what the midterm was about. After the entire period of flirting with her date, Juli was totally unprepared for her test, while Meg was completely prepared for a major study date with her books.

 

At the end of the day, Juli spent hours getting ready for the party while Meg started studying. Juli tried to get Meg to go, but she was insistent that she would study and pass the test. The girls were rather close and Juli didn't like leaving Meg alone to be bored while she was out having a blast. Juli finally gave up, using the excuse that she would cram in homeroom the next day.

 

Juli went to the party and had the time of her life with her date. She headed back to the dorm around 2 a.m. and decided not to wake Meg. She went to bed nervous about the midterm and decided she would wake up early to ask Meg for help.

 

She woke up and went to wake Meg. Meg was lying on her stomach, apparently sound asleep. Juli rolled Meg over to reveal Meg's terrified face. Juli, concerned, turned on the desk lamp. Meg's study stuff was still open and had blood all over it. Meg had been slaughtered. Juli, in horror, fell to the floor and looked up to see, written on the wall in Meg's blood: "Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights!"

 

 

[spoiler=3]

I'm bored. So I grabbed a bowl... of cereal.

 

 

[Aesirson]

The first story that DesCrow posted was the first Creepy story ever that made my whole body chill xD Great, now I can't sleep.

[Darkerai]

I suck at creepy...

 

One day your talking to a friend of yours and you blink and he/she is no were to be found...until you here the sound of an engine...you look around to see a van speeding off...the small back windows covered in old newspaper with red seeping through...

 

You quickly grab your cell phone to call the police but it is dead...you run to a local neigbor and ask to use there phone. The police continue to tell you to calm down but your to dazed and continue talking, the license plate number, people who might want your friend dead...the next few hours are a blur people asking you questions, your parents trying to comfort you, your friends parents cursing at you...

 

Then a police man come up to you, for a split second he has an axe in his hand...then it disapears...he tells you that they found out were the kidnapper is and are about to attempt to get everyone out alive. You ask why he says everyone...and as you look up at his face it is bleeding out from the eyes for no reason...he responds that several cops had been taken captive while investigating. You feel terror cloud your mind as you relise the cop is no longer there and all the room is dark...except for a phone, your cell phone. It is ringing. You don't answer...the buttons press themselves and the phone is set to speaker. Only the noise and feel of your nails scratching against a chock board radiats out from the phone, yet at the same time you here thoughts in your head, not your own thoughts but those of another...they mock your slow crawl to insanity and how your friend is no longer among the living...the phone shadders like glass and the shards move past you as if your very being was not compatible with the thing of the earth...as you soon come to terms that your very soul has been ripped from your very body you see the van that drove away...out of the drivers seat is your friend...they are smiling and open the back of the van to reveal you trapped inside.

 

You suddenly awake to find no horror, only your friend cocnerned. You tell your friend that you had a dream...they respond with "I know, it'll be tough to top..."

[Dark]

DesCrow Story 1: Kind of stupid.

DesCrow Story 2: Pretty good.

 

Willieh Story 1: ...freaky. :/

Willieh Story 2: I don't get it, and the CAPS didn't help.

 

Lucifer Story 1: I wonder what happened. ;D

Lucifer Story 2: Don't really get it.

Lucifer Story 3: Will NOT watch YouTube videos. NO.

 

Darkerai Story 1: ...wut?

[Darkerai]

Darkerai Story 1: ...wut?

 

What exactly didn't you understand?? The story was ment to be a mind screw...it works better as a short film or something...

[Dark]

I know, it'll be tough to top...

 

That made no sense in comparison to the rest of the story.

[Darkerai]

I know' date=' it'll be tough to top...[/i']

 

That made no sense in comparison to the rest of the story.

 

Well the point was to make it seem as though the friend was going to make the person even more insane but I got lazy by the end and didn't give much indication....

[Kizzi]

DesCrow 1: Old but good. 7/10 scariness.

DesCrow 2: Meh not really scary. Only 2/10.

 

Willieh 1: Sort of scary, but just really weird. 4/10.

Willieh 2: I found it funny. 1/10 for scariness.

 

Lucifer 1: Not really scary. 2/10.

Lucifer 2: I don't get it.

Lucifer 3: Can't do Youtube videos ATM.

 

Darkerai: I don't get it.

[Willieh]

Willieh Story 2: I don't get it' date=' and the CAPS didn't help.

[/quote']

Explanation:

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Licked_Hand

[Juuzou]

Willieh Story 2: I don't get it' date=' and the CAPS didn't help.

[/quote']

Explanation:

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Licked_Hand

 

i see it now! that's creepy O.o

 

i wish i had a creepy story to tell

[Willieh]

Willieh Story 2: I don't get it' date=' and the CAPS didn't help.

[/quote']

Explanation:

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Licked_Hand

 

i see it now! that's creepy O.o

 

i wish i had a creepy story to tell

 

You can actually find a large amount on http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Urban_legends .

 

=D

[Azmodius]

YOUNG WOMAN COME HOME FROM WORK' date=' GO TO APARTMENT. GO UPSTAIRS, GO TO BED WITH DOG. DOG UNDER BED LICK HER HAND WHEN SHE UNNERVED. WOMAN HEAR DRIPPING NOISE, GET UNNERVED. DOG LICK HER HAND. SHE FEEL BETTER, GO BACK TO SLEEP. WAKE UP, NEXT MORNING, GO TO BATHROOM AND SEE DEAD DOG HANGING FROM SHOWER ROD DRIPPING BLOOD INTO BATH TUB. ON MIRROR IN BLOOD, IT WRITE "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO".

[/quote']

 

I heard this one from my friend about 4 years ago.

[Deucalion]

Eh, there are better versions of the Licked Hand. My favourite is where she find the dead dog, but not the message, and phones the police. A policeman arrives within less than a minute, and steps into the house. As she goes down into the basement, he locks the door. She looks at him, and then he smiles, and says "Not only dogs can lick." Then the story goes "some policemen arrived at the house five minutes later, and broke down the door. The house was empty."

[alcaldias_27]

some of these stories are hard to understand. I didn't really fully read all of the of the stories, only the licked hand story.

 

Can someone tell me why do people make scary stories like this? I mean, what's the benefit if you read them?

[Juuzou]

some of these stories are hard to understand. I didn't really fully read all of the of the stories' date=' only the licked hand story.

 

Can someone tell me why do people make scary stories like this? I mean, what's the benefit if you read them?

[/quote']

 

LOLOL

 

in that same case, what's the point of reading, whats the point of watching a movie?

[Dark]

Willieh Story 2: I don't get it' date=' and the CAPS didn't help.

[/quote']

Explanation:

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Licked_Hand

 

So it was a human under her bed? From said basement?

 

some of these stories are hard to understand. I didn't really fully read all of the of the stories' date=' only the licked hand story.

 

Can someone tell me why do people make scary stories like this? I mean, what's the benefit if you read them?

[/quote']

 

lol

 

Entertainment.

[alcaldias_27]

some of these stories are hard to understand. I didn't really fully read all of the of the stories' date=' only the licked hand story.

 

Can someone tell me why do people make scary stories like this? I mean, what's the benefit if you read them?

[/quote']

 

LOLOL

 

in that same case, what's the point of reading, whats the point of watching a movie?

 

for entertainment. but in my opinion, people just create scary stuff this because they have nothing to do and they want to scare people for entertainment.