Creepy stories

[gr4ph1kP4ND4]

its no laughing matter, your dad could melt his skin off at any minute and eat you alive

[shiv96]

Tushe......
Well anyway i got some Sweet and spicy doritos anyone want some?

[Kotora]

what i found out my dad was a zombie the entire time.....

Nah, I'm sure he's just an alcoholic.

The Clown

A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was ok, but the babysitter had one final request… she asked if she could cover up the Clown statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house… we will call the police. We do not have a clown statue."
The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No statue was found.

[gr4ph1kP4ND4]

holy shit i hate clowns omfg i hate you omfg you bastard >.<

GAHHHHHHHHHH
THATS CREEPY

lol out of all the stories thats the only one thats gotten to me so far... GAHHSHF:OIEJWWHOUE:FJD><VNLSKJEHRLQWIUHFLIUEFGFLHE WF

i really really do hate clowns....

[shiv96]

Clown Murderer......
Classic Horror Movie Killer

[gr4ph1kP4ND4]

*sobs* fer real clowns are scary as fuck >.<
they could TOTALLY come and kidnap you in one of their tiny little kiddy cars and hide you in those things, i mean if you can get 30 of them in a car, you can definately hide a single person pretty well.... >.<

and you really never know what they're gonna pull out of their sleeves, one minute its a handkerchief and the next its a butchers knife or maybe a handgun....

and if you ever got like molested or raped by a clown you'd never be able to identify him with all that makeup on and and and and and *sobs*

[Kotora]

holy shit i hate clowns omfg i hate you omfg you bastard >.<

GAHHHHHHHHHH
THATS CREEPY

lol out of all the stories thats the only one thats gotten to me so far... GAHHSHF:OIEJWWHOUE:FJD><VNLSKJEHRLQWIUHFLIUEFGFLHE WF

i really really do hate clowns....

I totally hate you too. <3

LOL, I figured the story would have the same effect on a different person like it did with me. I fukken hate clowns aswell, ever since my childhood I've thought they're creepy as fuck(used to have a lot of nightmares about them).

[shiv96]

[gr4ph1kP4ND4]

oh well

fuck fear and get over it

with some photographic therapy

[Kotora]

The Pile of Photographs


A young girl walking home from school found a small pile of Polaroid photos lying in the gutter. There were twenty in all, neatly wrapped in a rubber band. She picked them up, and as she walked she started to browse. The first photo was that of a ghostly white man on a black background, standing just far enough away from the camera that she couldn’t make out his features.
The girl slid the photo to the back of the stack and looked at the next one. The photo was of the same man now standing a bit closer.
The girl flipped through the next several photos quickly. With each one the man in the picture came a bit closer and his features were a bit clearer.



Turning the last corner to her house, the girl noticed that the man in the photos seems to be looking at her even when she moved the stack from side to side. It frightened her, but she kept flipping them over, one by one.
By the nineteenth picture, the man was so close his face completely filled the frame. His expression was the most horrifying the girl had ever seen. Walking up the driveway, she turned to the last photo.
This time, instead of an image, there were two words: "Close enough".



Hearing a scream outside their house, the girl’s brother rushed to the door and opened it. All he saw was a pile of photographs lying on the doorstep. The top one looked like an extremely pale version of his sister, but she was standing too far back for him to be sure.