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Lavender Town Syndrome

## Lavender Town Syndrome by unknown author

The **Lavender Town Syndrome** (also known as "Lavender Town Tone" or "Lavender Town Suicides") was a peak in suicides and illness of children between the ages of 7-12 shortly after the release of Pokémon Red and Green in Japan, back in February 27th, 1996.

Rumors say that these suicides and illness only occurred after the children playing the game reached Lavender Town, whose theme music had extremely high frequencies, that studies showed that only children and young teens can hear, since their ears are more sensitive.

Due to the Lavender Tone, at least two-hundred children supposedly committed suicide, and many more developed illnesses and afflictions. The children who committed suicide usually did so by hanging or jumping from heights. Those who did not acted irrationally complained of severe headaches after listening to Lavender Town's theme.

Although Lavender Town now sounds differently depending on the game, this mass hysteria was caused by the first Pokémon game released. After the Lavender Tone incident, the programmers had fixed Lavender Town's theme music to be at a lower frequency, and since children were no longer affected by it.

One video appeared in 2010 using ”special software" to analyze the audio of Lavender Town's music. When played, the software created images of the Unown near the end of the audio. This raised a controversy, since the Unown didn't appear until the Generation 2 games: Silver, Gold, and Crystal. The Unown translate to "LEAVE NOW".

There is also the said Beta Version of Lavender Town.

It is said that the Beta Version of Pocket Monsters was released to some kids to test the games. This is the video of the Beta Version of Lavender Town:
Graffiti

## Graffiti by UmmuVonNadia

(Note: this creepypasta was translated from Malaysian to English.)

On May 12, there was an incident where the most wanted gangster group took  hostages. They brought them into an abandoned house in the forest, in exchange for their leader who was caught by the police. One of them was Danny and unknown person, but rather he older than him. At that time Danny was nine years old.

It was a typical victim moment, until the hostages fear began. One of the group members accidentally shot unknown person chest. With them tied up with a mouth shut, Danny couldn't do anything but cry. He (unknown) understood Danny's emotion, and he tries to smile even when he was going to die. His face sight said that everything will be alright, with no voice and body language. Even they dont know each other, he do this for saving one little boy.

At that time, the group member shot another bullet to him. The reason why is to end him fast, so he don't have to suffer any more pain. It is a nine years old nightmare to see a person get killed right in front of his own eyes. Danny cried more.

After that, one of the members told them that the SWAT police unit was coming and was going to arrest everyone. Because they didn't reach their goal, they were ready to end Danny just like the unknown person. It was useless for keeping the hostages alive when the main purpose has failed.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, and a black figure came in. The gangsters were shocked that the unwanted guest had no face with a black suit. It approach them slowly. Being stubborn, they still tried to shoot him with an M16 gun. Unfortunately that made him very angry. Sheath and deadly, he killed everyone in the house, except Danny.

After having fun with all the group members, he walked slowly to Danny. The boy was still scared, but he didn't dare move because of his shock. The guest with black suit didn't kill him, instead of he tried to be nice to him. He can feel that the guest actually cared for him most. Then, he fainted after have eye contact with him.

One minute later, the SWAT Team come in. They were stunned by the horrifying surrounding. The walls were covered by blood and dead meat was splatted everywhere. They only saw Danny lying down with other victim. The crime investigators were going to come later. With the victims having, deep wounds and the corpses teared away, the forensic team considered it as a wild bear attack.

Eleven years have passed, but the memory still haunted Danny. He never told anyone about the truth behind the gangster mass murder. After the incident, he was haunted by the black figure, but he set his mind that it was only illusion. However, he doesn't even know that he has another personality as Slender Man's proxy.
Hyper-Realistic

## Hyper-Realistic by Trogdorbad

One hyper-realistic morning, I opened my hyper-realistic eyes, only to find that my hyper-realistic sheets had been torn off my hyper-realistic bed and strewn about my hyper-realistic room. I decided, with my hyper-realistic brain, to hyper-realistically jump out of my hyper-realistic bed to find the cause of this, only to hyper-realistically notice that when my hyper-realistic feet hyper-realistically touched the hyper-realistic carpet, it was damp.

Looking down with my hyper-realistic eyes, I saw that it was covered in hyper-realistic blood. I opened my hyper-realistic mouth to scream, but hyper-realistic blood started to pour out, and my hyper-realistic eyes became filled with hyper-realistic blood-tears. Due to a massive loss of hyper-realistic blood, I died, and then a hyper-realistic skeleton popped out.
Man Door Hand Hook Car Door

## Man Door Hand Hook Car Door by unknown author

man & girl go out to drive under moonlight. they stop at on at a side of road. he turn to his girl and say: "baby, i love you very much"

"what is it honey?"

"our car is broken down. i think the engine is broken, ill walk and get some more fuel."

"ok. ill stay here and look after our stereo. there have been news report of steres being stolen."

"good idea. keep the doors locked no matter what. i love you sweaty"

so the guy left to get full for the car. after two hours the girl say "where is my baby, he was supposed to be back by now". then the girl here a scratching sound and a voice say "LET ME IN"

the girl doesn't do it and then after a while she goes to sleep. the next morning she wakes up and finds her boyfriend still not there. she gets out to check and man door hand hook car door.
Black white black white black white black white black white gray

## black white black white black white black white black white gray by tunedtoadeadchannel

`Yesterday,`

`I watched three men die because one man sneezed in a room full of blood and shit and light.`

`Today,`

`three more men go in, cheap mops and each other's lives in their hands.`

`Yesterday,`

`I watched a man I admired gunned down for leaving a rose for a girl whose life was tattered by trauma she never deserved.`

`Today,`

`she doesn't remember, and three halls down I can hear her screaming.`

`Yesterday,`

`I watched a group of soldiers go down fighting against the corpses of comrades who'd died before them.`

`Today,`

`we test another sample, this time on children.`

`Yesterday,`

`I watched five men and women gunned down in an abandoned factory no one cares about.`

`Today,`

`it happens again and again. Every eleven seconds. Forever.`

`Yesterday,`

`I watched a man sit comfortably in a nice armchair, sipping scotch and laughing as he ordered a woman to simply stop breathing.`

`Today,`

`he gets the day off of work detail for good behavior.`

`Yesterday,`

`I watched hundreds of men and women in orange jumpsuits herded like animals into empty rooms that filled with gas and fire.`

`Today,`

`hundreds more are told they have a chance for a lighter sentence, and a chance to serve their country.`

`Yesterday,`

`I watched the world nearly die in a thousand thousand terrible ways. Sometimes we would have had time to scream.`

`Today,`

`I'm alive to write about it. You want happy endings? Fuck you.`

`You're alive to read it.`

`God help us all.`

Secure. Contain. Protect.
Der Ritter

## Der Ritter by GyverMac

A German woodcut from the 1540’s. It has puzzled historians since it was discovered at Halstberg castle in 1883. The woodcut bears the distinct style of a known woodcut artist from that area, Hans Freckenberg. Although he was known for his realistic depiction of human anatomy in his works, something that was unusual for woodcuts in the 16th century, this picture differs radically from the rest of Freckenberg's works. The character to the right bears little resemblance to a human being, with a skeletal physique and long limbs at odd angles. Many theories have been discussed as to what Freckenberg wanted to symbolize with this character; some say it is a personification of the religious wars that raged in Europe at the time, others say it is a personification of the mysterious plague that has been believed to be the reason for the mysterious abandonment of the Halstberg castle and the nearby village in 1543.

Another woodcut dated to around the 1540’s. It is the work of Hans Freckenberg who disappeared in 1543 in Halstedt. The entity to the right is very similar to the odd humanoid from Freckenberg's earlier woodcut; ‘DER RITTER’, since both share many of the same features such as unnatural height and long limbs. One thing to point out is that much work went into the entity to the right, at the cost of the depiction of the people to the left and middle in the woodcut, which is very crude, something that is quite unusual for Freckenberg who was best known for his lifelike depictions of humans in his earlier works. The reason for this sudden change of priorities in Freckenberg’s style is still a topic of hot debate.
Don't Turn on the Light!

## Don't Turn on the Light! by unknown author

She commandeered the room in the basement of her dorm as soon as she realized she would have to pull an all-nighter in order to prepare for tomorrow’s final exam. Her roommate, Jenna, liked to get to bed early, so she packed up everything she thought she would need and went downstairs to study . . . and study . . . and study some more.

It was two o’clock, when she realized that she’d left one of the textbooks upstairs on her bed. With a dramatic sigh, she rose, and climbed the stairs slowly to her third-floor dorm room.

The lights were dim in the long hallway, and the old boards creaked under her weary tread. She reached her room and turned the handle as softly as she could, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside, so that the hall lights wouldn’t wake her roommate.

The room was filled with a strange, metallic smell. She frowned a bit, her arms breaking out into chills. There was a strange feeling of malice in the room, as if a malevolent gaze were fixed upon her. It was a mind trick; the all-nighter was catching up with her.

She could hear Jenna breathing on the far side of the room—a heavy sound, almost as if she had been running. Jenna must have picked up a cold during the last tense week before finals.

She crept along the wall until she reached her bed, groping among the covers for the stray history textbook. In the silence, she could hear a steady drip-drip-drip sound. She sighed silently. Facilities would have to come to fix the sink in the bathroom…again.

Her fingers closed on the textbook. She picked it up softly and withdrew from the room as silently as she could.

Relieved to be out of the room, she hurried back downstairs, collapsed into an overstuffed chair and studied until six o’clock. She finally decided that enough was enough. If she slipped upstairs now, she could get a couple hours’ sleep before her nine o’clock exam.

The first of the sun’s rays were beaming through the windows as she slowly slid the door open, hoping not to awaken Jenna. Her nose was met by an earthy, metallic smell a second before her eyes registered the scene in her dorm room.

Jenna was spread-eagled on top of her bed against the far wall, her throat cut from ear to ear and her nightdress stained with blood. Two drops of blood fell from the saturated blanket with a drip-drip noise that sounded like a leaky faucet.

Scream after scream poured from her mouth, but she couldn’t stop herself any more than she could cease wringing her hands. All along the hallway, doors slammed and footsteps came running down the passage.

Within moments other students had gathered in her doorway, and one of her friends gripped her arm with a shaking hand and pointed a trembling finger toward the wall. Her eyes widened in shock at what she saw. Then she fainted into her friend’s arms.

On the wall above her bed, written in her roommate’s blood, were the words: “Aren’t you glad you didn’t turn on the light?”
Ru Sha

Mentionné au chapitre 170, essayant de tuer une certaine Dame Mi.

## Description

Il devrait être dans la prison du Conseil de maintien de l'ordre mais ce sont évader grâce à leur maître.

## Apparence

Il ne faisait que trois pieds de haut. Sa tête était extrêmement grande et ses deux yeux étaient extrêmement étroits. C'était en fait un nain avec une apparence féroce.
Île Sauvage

Mentionné au chapitre 1, c'est de là vient Liu Ming.

## Description

L’île est une prison conçue pour contenir les être les plus démoniaques; chaque prisonnier enfermé possède un grand talent et un grand pouvoir. Ils ne devraient jamais être sous-estimés.

«Monsieur, j’ai entendu dire que l’Île Sauvage a coulé durant la nuit, et n’ont-ils pas dit que tous les prisonniers avaient été ensevelis avec l’île? Avec la fameuse Mer Morte qui l’entourait; un bateau en Ébène spécial est nécessaire pour traverser les eaux. Rien d’autre ne peut survivre.”

l’Île Sauvage a coulé jusqu’au fond de la Mer Morte, pour des raisons inconnues. La plupart des prisonniers moururent dans les eaux, bien que Liu Ming et onze autres personnes soient parvenus à s’échapper de la Mer Morte. Maintenant, le ministère de la Justice a mis à prix la tête des bagnards qui se sont échappés: morts ou vifs.
Mr. Bone's Wild Ride

## Mr. Bone's Wild Ride by Nobonesaboutit

So, anyone who's been on the /v/ board at 4chan probably knows about Mr. Bone's Wild Ride. For those who don't, it was a ride someone made for *Roller Coaster Tycoon*. It was one of those really slow motor car rides but with a twist. It had 30,696 feet of track and a ride time of 70 real time minutes, around four years in game time. In addition, there were those props of the skeleton holding out his top hat scattered around here and there, as if to mock the customers. Needless to say, there were a lot of passengers screaming "I WANT TO GET OFF MR. BONES' WILD RIDE!"

Now here's where things get really good. Once the ride came to a stop, the passengers found themselves on a long path that took about two hours to traverse. Once they reached the end, they found themselves facing a sign that read "Mr. Bones says: The ride never ends!"

The path led straight back to the entrance of Mr. Bones' Wild Ride. There was nowhere else to go. In other words, they were fucked. Needless to say, this gained a lot of popularity on /v/ and people started making their own Mr. Bones' Wild Ride. I was one of them and made a version with the ghost train ride. You know the one that's usually a huge death trap. It didn't last as long as the original but it did have a twist. Near the end it launched the cars into a small shed with a sign on the side that said "Enjoy your stay!" I killed about 20 people with that ride and laughed my ass off as they each went one by one to their graves.

Fast forward a few weeks and I was in Busch Gardens on vacation. I was wandering around trying to decide what to ride. That's when I noticed a ride that hadn't been there the last time I visited. It was weird because it had never been advertised and there was nothing on the map about it. I figured, "What the hell" and got in line.

Surprisingly the line wasn't very long. I only waited about 10 minutes to get on. It was one of those motor car rides which is kind of weird because they already had one elsewhere in the park. Why would they open up a second one? After buckling in I looked up ahead and froze. There was a giant skeleton up ahead tipping a hat to me with a sign over his head. "No..." I whispered. The sign read "Mr. Bones' Wild Ride".

I struggled with my restraints but they wouldn't come off. I begged the employee controlling the ride to help and that I had changed my mind but he ignored me. My car started moving and I screamed in terror. Up ahead the track stretched on for what seemed like forever.

"I WANT TO GET OFF MR. BONES' WILD RIDE!"
Aîné Martial Tong

Apparition au chapitre 244.

## Description

* Il gère la Salle Spirituelle Céleste Impériale.

Il semble que ton professeur ne m'a jamais mentionné. Mais ce n'est pas grave, d’ici un certain temps, ton professeur et moi serons une famille. Les disciples de Sœur Junior Bing seront aussi mes proches. Mon nom de famille est Tong, et vous pouvez m'appeler Aîné Martial Tong.

## Apparence

La forme de son visage était légèrement allongée et son apparence légèrement laide, mais ses yeux brillaient et il donnait l'impression de flotter dans l'air.

## Capacité

### Équipement

* Miroir de Vision Céleste

Il peut voir tout ce qui se passe dans le Bassin Spirituel
12th Floor

## 12th Floor by Paninis Cupcake

Living on the 12th floor wasn't bad, the view over the busy city was pleasant to look at. The only problem was those elevators. I have bad sinuses you see, and the pressure of descending quickly gives me headaches. But it passes, so it's an easy sacrifice. I waited for the elevator to arrive on my floor; it always takes a while. After a while, I got impatient and started fumbling around with my pockets. While I was fondling the keys in my pocket I realized one of the elevators had already arrived, doors wide open even. I hadn't heard the ping of the floor indicator, nor heard the doors creak open. I shrugged it off and went inside. I should have left the elevator then and taken the stairs.

The air was immediately denser, hot and sticky. The faint stench of onions tickled at my nostrils, but I figured it was some dirty neighbor's lingering odor. Again I had noticed that the doors had moved without my noticing, as the warm natural light was now gone. The elevator jumped for a second before descending, the creaking of the walls and cable jolted my nerves. The pressure in my ears slowly began to build, although this time it gradually formed into a horrible migraine, pushing in on my temples.

The floor indicator reads 12. How was that possible? The elevator was obviously broken, and suddenly I feared it would drop. The trip was taking much longer than expected, and I was very eager to get off this fucking thing, but it kept rattling as it went further and further down. The lights flickered out and died, leaving me in complete darkness. The air was getting noticeably heavier, and the smell of decaying fruit filled my nose and mouth. It was almost too much to bear. I began to cough and gag. I needed to escape.

I began banging on the walls, shouting, screaming for help, but nothing. No reply; it was if the metal casing had taken me somewhere else. The elevator suddenly bounced and lurched to a stop, the sound of its shrieking brakes echoing through the shaft. The indicator displayed a bright red "G," the only light I could see. How long did it take? Doesn't matter, at least I'm about to get out. The doors shuddered and crept open.

There was barely any light in what looked like the lobby, but I could make out something wet coating the walls: a red, spongy fungus. There were no people in sight, only a few discarded items of clothing, bags, and groceries. I slowly ventured out into this dark room, the floor squishing beneath my steps. I felt a slight breeze coming from just ahead, so I inched forward to discover the source.

I could just make out a large black hole in the center of the large hall. Emanating from the gaping maw was the heavy sound of something... breathing? Something behind me clinked. I spun around to see a mug rolling on a table, and what looked like a pale foot disappear into a doorway. Quiet tapping echoed all around me. Wherever I am, I am not alone.
Of the Slender Man

## Of the Slender Man by River Raid

A few years ago I had heard about something called “The Slender Man” from a friend who worked as a TA for the theology department at the University of Maryland. My friend, Fredrick, told me this story about a strange creature that seemed to be made of shadows, smoke and the things that drive men to madness. He said the professors would mention the Slender Man and relate him to other cultures, each seemingly having their own variation of him. The Germans claimed he was a spirit sent to punish wicked children, in Sicily he was believed to be a rogue angel of death who would devour the souls of whomever he was near. The Japanese claimed he was the ghost of a man who tried to overthrow the Shogun who ruled over his farm, made to destroy those who would seek to harm the empire. The oldest legend though goes back to Greece.

It was said that after Prometheus granted humankind with sentience by delivering unto us the flame of knowledge, the other beings of Olympus sought to undo what Prometheus had done. Ares gave us war in hope that we would use our newfound intelligence to create weapons to wipe ourselves out, Athena gave us morality in an attempt to temper our rapid expansion, but there is a legend about the horror that Nyx, goddess of the night and her brother Erebus, god of the dark silence, unleashed upon our world.

It was told that the two had birthed a child together in an incestuous union out of spite for our kind. They knew that the offspring of their coupling would be a dark and mindless aberration driven by the fear that each man holds in his very soul. He isn’t given the courtesy of a name by his parents; he is given only a portion of his parents’ gifts. From his mother he has the ability to summon the darkness and cold of the underworld while his father blessed him with the capability to stifle all sound around him. Making those in his presence painfully aware of the terror they are to endure at his cold, remorseless hands. It is said he feeds off of the agony and anguish of those he stalks. His patience is otherworldly, as he’s been known to stalk the same prey for decades, visiting them in their dreams, afflicting them with sickness that cannot be labeled by medicine and letting them linger just to dread their final meeting with him.

We’ve been trying to collect as much literature as possible on this “Slender Man”, the ancient god of death and despair. So far all we’ve found are stories throughout the ages of people being put to death while being forced into the very depths of madness. No matter what culture he descends on though, the outcome has always been the same. For in the wake of the Slender Man all that is left is a cold, dark road covered in corpses with agony on their distorted faces.
Momo

## Momo by Moulderkurt.5

(Momo © Keisuke Aiso. P.S. This story was translated from Spanish to English. Apologies for any translation errors.)

Momo's image soon went viral as many challenges on the internet. Many began to use it without knowing its origin.

It all started through Facebook. The original photo-capture cannot be located. But someone, afraid, asking for help, shared the phone number: **+81 3-4510-2539**. One might believe that perhaps the one who did it was trying to play a very heavy joke on the owner of the number, inciting a tide of people to call, but we must look at the prefix: **+81** (Phone code used in Japan).

Once you schedule the number and add it to WhatsApp, the name of the owner appears: "*Momo*" and the already famous image that accompanies it. But be careful, because apparently, if you venture to do it, you would be adding a number that many say is "cursed", although this is not known. What is insurable is when it is in its "least dangerous" state.

Interestingly, despite being in Japan she can speak Spanish. Rumors dictate that she is able to converse in any language. Talks with Momo are not pleasant in the slightest.

1 person who fell into the game and was extolled in a conversation of insults was *doxeado* (technique used to obtain personal and even confidential information of anyone through the Internet) by Momo.

Momo didn't delay in letting this person know that she didn't *just* own his personal information. Momo proceeded to intimidate him with deliberately unpleasant images. One of them was the photo of a murdered girl.

The image of it cannot be obtained on the superficial Internet. This means that Momo did not download a transgressive image from anywhere to scare him, however she took photos of murdered and massacred children, she did not take it off the Internet in general. Either she got them from some page of the Deep Web or the photos were taken by Momo or someone from her personal environment.

Momo can turn out to be quite ruinous. The reason why sending pictures of a dead girl to this young man is because he has a younger sister. Reason why he sent him the image of a doll, claiming that it looked like his sister's doll.
Mysterious Caller

## Mysterious Caller by ClericofMadness

It was Tuesday and when I arrived at my cubicle, as I had done nearly every workday for the past seven years, I hung my satchel over the chair, booted my PC and slumped to my station. The air was filled with re-circulated coffee grinds and old paper with the hint of chemical cleaner. I moved my hands to the keyboard and almost knocked off a small silver flip phone sitting upon it.

I paused, brow furrowed slightly in confusion. That wasn't my cell-phone. I picked it up and turned it around. It looked worn. Perhaps one of my colleagues? Standing, I leaned over the partition to Carol's cube, "Hey, Carol. This your cell?" The blonde blinked through her thick-rimmed glasses and shook her head. "No... what brand is that? I haven't seen it before." I examined it again and frowned. There was no company logo, not even when I flipped it open. It was turned off so I thumbed the power button and it turned on with a quick little midi tune.

The window displayed a dark wallpaper with a large red eye staring out and the date and time displayed in white underneath. "Someone has weird taste." I quipped, showing Carol the display. She pulled a face, "It's like it can see me." I laughed at her but I quickly realized she was looking a little pale. "It's nothing." I dismissed and tried to access the menu. Perhaps some of the contacts would be familiar. But when I pushed the menu button nothing happened. I tried the numbers, still nothing. “Looks like the pads busted.” I muttered.

Just then an eerie tune started to play from it, something that set the hair on the back of my neck on end. I hesitated and then pushed the little green button, lifting the phone to my ear.

“Stay away from her...”

The deep male voice almost made me drop the cell. It was horrible. Like no human male voice should ever be. So deep and mutilated. It was like I could hear the oozing of worms coiled around his vocal cords

“Leave my daughter alone.”

Then the signal cut and I slammed the phone down upon my desk, my face pale and sweating. “Fuck that... fuck that...” I was muttering.

Carol had stood up and was staring at me in shock. “What’s wrong?! Who was it?!”

I slowly shook my head and repeated what the horrible voice had said. Then a thought came to me... that eye... that Carol said she felt like it was staring at her. “Do you think it was your father?” I said in a wavering voice.

Carol seemed to tense and swiftly shook her head. “That’s impossible. My father is dead.”

It was like all other sound leeched out of the room as soon as she finished her sentence. The last word seemed to echo for all eternity inside my skull. Dead....dead...DEAD. I felt my throat suddenly constrict, as if an invisible hand had caught around it. I gagged and stumbled backward, my hands raised to try and fight at the invisible fingers but I only succeeded in gouging out deep cuts of my own throat flesh. I tried to speak, a gurgling choking sound that horrified me, “Then...who...was...phone...” I tried to speak but I could hear a crunching in my neck. Carol was screaming. The darkness was falling upon me in waves.
Last Words

## Last Words by unknown author

Last summer, my brother and his friends went exploring a cave about 3 miles east of my house. There was a cave-in, and when the rocks were cleared, photographs and a video camera were discovered.

The photographs were generic. Pools of water, pictures of friends walking, cool rock formations. But soon, the pictures got much darker. And blurrier, as if whoever took them was nervous or shaking. The lack of light was said to be because they were far down in the cave, but it was probably the cave-in. Oddly, the final picture was extremely blurry. It appeared all black, except for what appeared to be a figure coming at the photographer, mid-stride. Much more interesting was the video camera. It began with my brother, Eric, talking to one of his friends, a guy named Jeff. They were riding in Eric's car, discussing their trip. They had heard about unique rock formations and possible paranormal activity in the cave, so they decided to go there and explore. There were four people there. Eric, Jeff, Nathan and Jack. A fast forward through the tape revealed nothing substantial.

About 30 minutes after they entered the cave, a loud noise was heard. The camera spun around just in time to see the last shred of sunlight vanish, tiny pinhole-sized rays of light peeking through the mound of rocks that had trapped them.

They continued making their way down. They exchanged conversation to keep their nerves down. Trying to repair their shattered nerves. The tape grows darker and darker as they descend into the cave, until everything is pitch black around them. Their only source of light was their camera, and the few matches they had left. Suddenly, when they had wandered until about 9:00 PM, the camera jerked down, stopping on a blurry shot of a rock.

"What happened?!"

"Oh god, I just fell. Into some pit."

There was a slight illumination at the edge of the screen, no doubt a match. The rocks shifted, and the camera was picked up by Nathan. He panned down, revealing his bloody legs.

Eric then said "I can't see the bottom of the pit. Man, I wish we at least had a candle." The camera was sat down, and the sounds of Nathan trying to climb out was heard.

"Jack, can you hand me some more matches?" said Eric.

Fast footsteps were suddenly heard, and then the sounds of a struggle. The final sounds were of my brother and his friend's distant screams. Then more footsteps. A grey-ish white thing was seen crawling down the wall of the pit. But it was too blurry to distinguish. In less than a second, the lens cracked, static covered the screen and then it ended.

My brother's last words were "Man, I wish we at least had a candle. Jack, can you hand me some more matches?" It seems to be a cliche that arbitrary statements are often a person's last statement. At least, I believe those were his last words. He may have screamed something as he was dragged away by God knows what.

I'm not sure what hap
Kuchisake-Onna

## Kuchisake-Onna by unknown author

Kuchisake-Onna is the legend of a Japanese woman, mutilated by her jealous samurai husband who murdered her for infidelity, scarring her horribly and leaving her repulsive.

Her jealous Ghost still haunts places in Japan, usually on foggy nights. She wears a surgical mask, and she will approach people and ask shyly: “Utsukushii toomoimasu ka?” (Do you think I'm beautiful?) The person usually responds, "Hai," or "yes".

She then pulls down her mask to reveal an ear to ear grin, cut by her jealous husband to mark her for her life. “Ima wa dou? / How about now?” she will persist. If you answer no, she will reveal a pair of scissors and kill you. If you answer yes, she will cut the same smile onto your face.

There are several ways to prevent this terrible fate. One, to confuse Kuchisake-Onna by saying: "You are average". Two, present her with hard amber candy, which she'll take much delight in and let you go. Three, say ‘Pomade’ six times, she will then flee. Four, ask her if you are beautiful, which will confuse her hopefully long enough to escape. Be wary, she is said to be incredibly fast and will be unlikely to stop.

She has been seen from the 1970s til the early 2000s, often seen lurking near children whose innocent answer of yes when asked if she is ugly, will lead to their deaths.
Lightless City

## Lightless City by KI Simpson

Do you have someone you hate? Someone you would do anything to hurt, pay any price for vengeance? If so, you may want to consider visiting Lightless City.

To get there, go to any decent sized city and find a deserted alleyway at night. Go into it and close your eyes as tightly as you can. Whisper “Lightless City” and concentrate on the darkness. You’ve probably noticed that there are faint colors and abstract shapes you can make out if you try to focus your eyes when they’re closed, watch those images go by. After a few minutes, the images should start to get clearer and brighter.

When this happens, they’ll start taking on detailed forms, images of violent murders, deformed animals, and similar things. No matter what you see, keep your eyes closed. You’ll start to lose track of time, but eventually the images will stop, and you’ll see pure darkness, nothing but deep black, no colors or shapes. When you’re certain that you see pure darkness, open your eyes.

You will now be in a very dark city; there won’t be a single light or star in the sky. You should be able to see a faint dark blue outline of the tall buildings surrounding you. Make your way out of the alley and walk as quietly as you can down the sidewalk, in any direction.

If you hear any movement, RUN, as quickly as you can, away from the noise. There are animals in Lightless City. It’s too dark to make out the details, but they’re the size of large, wild felines and will kill any human they catch. Keep moving until you reach an area with smaller buildings, the edge of the city.

A child will approach you, his face dully glowing, letting you see that he is eyeless.

He will ask “Will you share your light with me?”

Say yes, the child will reach for your face and rip out your right eye. It will be painful, but there shouldn’t be any bleeding or open wound. The child will thank you and leave. Keep walking, and a tall man will appear before you.

“Whose light do you wish to have taken away?”

Speak the name of the person you hate, and as soon as you say their name, they will go completely and irreversibly blind.

“Is your hatred satisfied?” the man will ask. If it is, say yes, and you will awaken in the alley. If not, say no, and the man will disappear. Keep walking. You will come across another eyeless child.

“Will you share your light with me?”

Say yes, and your left eye will be torn out, leaving you blind. Keep walking, and the tall man will appear again, although you of course will have to rely on his voice.

“Whose life do you wish for the darkness to claim?”

Say the name of the one you hate, and they will die. You will not be asked if your hatred is satisfied this time, and you will not be able to return to the alley. I told you to make sure you really hated someone before doing this, you will spend the rest of your life wandering around Lightless City, blind, with only your hatred to keep you warm.

For some people, that’s enough.
Blind Maiden Website

## Blind Maiden Website by SpaceManiac888

   There is a website that offers its users the choice to experience the "ultimate horror." This website, called “Blindmaiden.com”, is supposedly a site dedicated to a doomed spirit that will enter the home of people who have viewed it.

However, no matter how hard you try, your browser won't allow you to enter the site. You see, to access this site, you must wait until exactly 12:00 AM, making sure that the night in question is a New Moon night. You must be on your own in your home with all the lights turned off. Only when these conditions are met, will you be granted access to the site.

As soon as you enter, you will see a montage of pictures being displayed quickly. These images are of boys and girls without eyes and faces that are twisted in tremendous fear. After that, text will appear on the monitor saying:

This website will take you to a whole new level of horror.

A horror that will use all five of your senses.

You must be very careful not to click on anything

by accident. You will be faced with a real experience

of absolute horror.

Click the accept button to engage

actively in the experience.

If you click decline, you will be rewarded with access to the entire archive of these gruesome images. A gore site pretty much. Click accept, however, and there will be no turning back. You have sealed your fate, and trust me, you *WILL* experience the ultimate horror.

Upon accepting, you will see a sinister silhouette walking towards your home on your monitor. The spirit will then approach and enter the same room as you are in. You will then see your own back on the monitor and you will feel a presence behind you. Suddenly, you will feel somebody tapping on your shoulder, and as you turn around, you will see the Blind Maiden's face and scream in terror. And that will be the last thing you will do, as she will then kill you.

The Blind Maiden will then pluck your eyes out and take a photo of your face.

Congratulations. You have successfully completed the ritual and, as a reward, that photo will forever be a part of the website's picture gallery, just like all the other photos of people who were stupid or curious enough to press the accept button. And yes, if you are a thrill seeker, then you will love the last few moments of your life.
Disneyland 1999

## Disneyland 1999 by unknown author

In 1999, my family visited Disneyland. We happily rode the Small World ride. I was 12 at the time and my sister was 6. We loved every moment and our parents smiled with nostalgia.

At one time near the end, some lights suddenly shut off and rear lights illuminated the ceiling.

The moving display parts shut off and crew members wearing red overalls walked along them to help passengers in the boats onto the stages to direct them out of the building via emergency exits.

A voice came over the loudspeakers. “Disneyland thanks you for your visit. Please evacuate the attraction in an orderly fashion. Keep looking foward and follow the directions of staff. Thank you.”

The staff wouldn’t tell us much as they quickly ushered us out of the building. Ambulances were outside and a police car was parked in the main walkway. At the time, my mother still had her camera out and snapped a few photos of the crewmen and close-ups of the mechanical children.

She snapped a few last-minute photos of whatever to use up the last of the roll of film on the camera, since we were going to develop them later that afternoon, anyway. This was the last photo on the reel, aimed at the ceiling at the attraction.
Lightning

## Lightning by Alapanamo

We had just moved into a little ranch house in the suburbs. Storybook neighborhood—quiet, friendly neighbors, picket fences, the whole nine yards. Suffice it to say that this was supposed to be a new start for me, a recently single dad, and my three-year-old son. A time to move on from the previous year's drama and stress.

I viewed the thunderstorm as a metaphor for this fresh start: one last show of theatrics before the dirt and grime of the past would be washed away. My son loved it anyway, even with the power out. It was the first big storm, he'd ever seen. Flashes of lightning flooded the bare rooms of our house, imparting unpacked boxes with long creeping shadows, and he jumped and squealed as the thunder boomed. It was well past his bedtime before he'd finally settled down enough to go to sleep.

The next morning I found him awake in bed and smiling. "I watched the lightning at my window!" he proudly announced.

A few mornings later, he told me the same thing. "You're silly," I said. "It didn't storm last night, you were only dreaming!"

"Oh..." He seemed somewhat disheartened. I ruffled his hair and told him not to worry, there should be another storm soon.

Then it became a pattern. He would tell me how he watched the lightning outside his window at least twice a week, despite there being no storms. Recurring dreams of that first memorable thunderstorm, I figured.

It's easy to hate myself in hindsight. Everybody assures me there's nothing I could have done, no way I could have known. But I'm supposed to be the guardian of my child, and these are useless words of comfort. I constantly relive that morning: making my coffee, pouring milk over my cereal, and picking up the newspaper to read about the pedophile local authorities had just arrested. It was front-page stuff. Apparently this guy would select a young target (usually a boy), stake out their house for a while, and take flash photos of them through their window while they slept. Sometimes he did more. My stomach sank as the connection was made.

At the time, it was merely something from a child's imagination. In retrospect, it is the scariest thing I've ever heard. About a week before the predator was caught, my son came up to me in his pajamas. "Guess what?" he asked.

"What?"

"No more lightning at my window!"

I played along. "Oh, that's nice, it finally died down, huh?"

"No! Now it's in my closet!"

I've yet to see the photos police have collected.
The Charlie Charlie Challenge

## The Charlie Charlie Challenge by unknown author

You've probably heard of using a Ouija board to contact spirits, but I bet you haven't heard of using pencils to have your questions answered by supernatural beings. The pencil game, also called Charlie Charlie is a traditional ritual where players usually, children, are said to contact a ghost or demon named Charlie. Charlie is kind of like the spirit world version of a magic 8-ball. To play the pencil game you will need six pencils and a partner facing each other. Each person must hold three pencils and arrange them as three sides of a box with the open end facing the other person.

It is best to use unsharpened pencils or to hold the tips so that the eraser ends are pointed towards your partner. The ends of your pencils will need to touch your partners' to form a complete rectangle. To begin the game both, players must chant "Charlie Charlie, can we play?" If the pencils move inward or outward, the answer is yes. If they move outward or down, the answer is no. If one side goes one way and the other side goes a different way, it means either maybe or that question can't be answered at this time. Lately, there's been a new variation of the game using two pencils to form a cross, one pencil balancing in between the two over a sheet of paper that says yes and no. You can then ask the spirit of Charlie "yes-or-no" questions and he will respond by moving the pencils.

You must begin the game by the saying the chant "Charlie Charlie, are you here? Charlie Charlie, are we safe?" To end the game, both players must chant "Charlie Charlie, can we stop?" After the pencils move, both players drop all the pencils onto the floor to break contact with Charlie. Some have talked about strange things happening after playing this game such as seeing shadows or hearing children's laughter, whereas others didn't experience anything at all. However just in case, I don't recommend trying this with anyone that's prone to nightmares or to those that are especially tuned to the occult.

And please, *never, ever* forget the words "Charlie Charlie, can we stop?"
A Bench At Midnight

## A Bench At Midnight by Slimebeast

Content is available under CC-BY-NC

I recently found myself drunk and abandoned in the bowels of downtown near midnight. Being unable to locate my keys, much less drive, I decided to wait for a bus just outside the bar.

Three night owls like myself had already perched there, barely leaving room for me to flop down like a sack of manure.

"She plays the flute," spoke a young, bedraggled woman who looked as if she'd just gotten off work in some cliché diner, "She's really gifted."

Focusing my weary eyes on the woman's hands, I spotted a small school photograph. As soon as I could make out the smiling little girl's face, the picture was quickly stowed in the purse from whence it had come.

"Take a look at this and tell me you're not jealous!" laughed a fat, bald man as he leaned over and extracted a wallet from the back of his already overburdened pants.

The man threw open his wallet casually, like a cop showing off his badge. Two photos resided therein. One depicted a young boy in a soccer uniform. The other, a girl of the same age holding a kickboxing trophy. Both were blonde, beautiful, and identical.

"Ooh, twins!" the tired-looking woman cooed, "You're going to have your hands full!"

At that point I was already peering at the ancient, matronly woman on the far end of the bench. I had wondered what she was doing out so late at night, but the way she was rifling through her large, cluttered handbag quickly stole my attention.

"Oh, I know I have it here somewhere." The slight, elderly woman fussed, "Goodness gracious, I have to organize this thing!"

Finally, her boney hands drew out a small, white book with kittens adorning its cover. She sighed, stroked the glossy surface with her wrinkled fingers, and shot a proud smile to the three of us.

"This is Peter," she opened the book and pointed, "This is Marshal... and this is Kyle. This is... Meagan? ... No, Maggie. Meagan is the one with red hair. I swear, it gets harder and harder to keep track. Here's Donald. He's already in a debate club if you can imagine that!"

The old woman must've shown off fifteen to twenty children, and she seemed more excited by each one as she went. When the exhibit was complete, she let out a delighted sigh and delicately returned the book to her bag.

"I don't know how you do it." the fat man shook his head and smirked.

"I have enough trouble with one." the waitress smiled sadly.

Then, the focus turned to me. I'd been listening... eavesdropping, really... and they had noticed. The three of them looked me over, smiling politely.

"How about you, sweetheart?" the old woman asked.

"Yeah," the fat man sat forward with interest.

"What are your dinner plans?"
Mothman

## Mothman by M80TP

In Point Pleasant, West Virginia, there is a myth, as they say, but I call it a legend. Mothman. I am a photographer, I take many pictures of things, mostly people, nature, etc. One day while driving through WV, I saw a bridge. A very large "bird" thing was on top of it. The thing had bright red eyes as if it wasn't really even a bird. As I researched it, I found out it was called the Mothman and many other people had seen it as well.

A few weeks went by as I wondered about that strange creature. I saw it in my dreams, then one night, while I was shooting pictures of a dark and scary place, I heard something that sounded like it was circling around me, flying. I looked up and all I could see were red eyes, scary eyes. I ran to my car and it followed. As I got back into town, somebody had a shirt on with this creature with those red scary eyes.

I then started wondering if that thing was stalking me, since I had a picture of it, or if it was possibly just wanting something from me. The first picture shows something that somebody found that an Indian had made. So has this Mothman been alive for over a 100 years? Is it even possible that it's a man who had something happen to him?

This thing chased me in my car. I was going 75 and it was right on top of me, so this thing can fly as fast as my car and probably even faster. I really don't want to upload my picture of the Mothman, in case something or someone will get frightened or mad. I have two pictures of the Mothman. Sadly, I don`t want to upload it cause they are frightening. Here is a picture I found that looks like the Mothman is hanging from a bridge. Some say that Mothman still lives today near the Golden Gate Bridge. Keep a good eye on him if you live.

The Mothman only shows up when disasters are about to happen, as he is a sign of a warning. If you see Mothman, please contact me.