Be they urban legends, creepy pastas or just fixtures of modern pop culture, let's have a thread celebrating the Eldritch Abomination of modern sensibilities.
Dead Birds (2004)
The Last Winter (2006)
The Burrowers (2008)
Eel Girl (2008)
Black Sugar (2013)
The Banshee Chapter (2013)
Digging up the Marrow (2014)
Shemyaza comes. His book is law. His word is legion. His blood is life.
Some people find him unsettling/creepy/scary.
he is an alien with extremely sharp teeth and a clown exterior.
People with coulrophobia could also be scared by him.
Personally i think he's pretty cool, he's an alien with sharp ass teeth and can appear as a human wearing clown clothes/makeup.
/v/ and all, but the souls games have a few things in-game and in the lore that qualify.
haven't played bloodbourne yet, but from what i hear it goes full tilt.
Not enough Jump scares or roleplaying elements for /x/'s taste.
>tfw: you remember /x/ from like 5 years ago, when slendy threads were ok to post
fucking Slender had to popularize my favorite fake cryptid.
I remember when Creepypastas were actually half well written stories by amateur writers and not just creepy photophed images that due to their internet ubiquity were given ham-fisted creepypasta backstories after the fact. Across social media tweens & loveshys now embrace Creepypatas as some sort of fictional canon using it as another fandom template for their homolust fueled Sonic/Kingdom Hearts OC tier bullshit, fanfics and fanart.
If in this thread
You give a look
You open the way
For the Babadook
He can find you there
Because you let him through
And now he stands
Right behind you
>no one's posted this gem yet
Just for you x on Halloween. It's called
>Three young boys were hiking in the woods.
>They were out looking for a location that had a reputation as being haunted.
>The story they had heard was about a house deep in the woods, completely isolated.
> About 10 years ago the house burned down and the woman who lived there died.
>The authorities were never sure just what killed her, but they listed the official cause as accidental death due to smoke inhalation.
>The rumor mill in the nearest town was that her grown son had killed her.
>He had been living with her, in the basement, and hadn't been seen since the fire.
> His body wasn't found in the remains of the house and their joint bank account had been cleaned out the morning after the fire.
>Nobody had liked him much.
>He wasn't very social and treated everybody like they were beneath him.
>Nobody could think of anyone who had been friends with him, even in school.
>It seemed he was always an outsider.
>Nobody had seen him since he left school, they only knew he lived with his mother because she had often spoken of him at work.
>He was her main topic of conversation.
>The other women would try to tell her she shouldn't still be waiting on him hand and foot and cleaning his room, but she said that's just what a good mother does.
>She seemed to live only for him.
>She was always telling her work friends how she had to make him chicken tenders or spaghetti every night or he would get very angry.
> He never had a girlfriend either, which caused her much sadness, knowing this meant she would never have grandchildren.
> When she died and he was never found, they thought he would show up in town, maybe at the grocery store, but he never did.
>Gradually, the adults in town forgot about him. They had never really thought about him anyway.
>The kids though, never forgot him.
The house was never demolished since it was out in the country and the local kids liked to hike out there and spook each other with bloody tales of matricide.
> Over the years the walls finally fell in until only the foundation remained.
> Someone had boarded up the old cellar door years ago, to prevent kids from getting hurt, no doubt.
> The daredevils would sometimes set up their tents on top of the concrete cap of the basement.
>They would build a fire among the ruins of a hundreds of old campfires and tell stories to guarantee each other a sleepless night.
>On this particular night, the three boys set up their camp on top of the ruins and went off to gather firewood.
> While they were searching one of them found a brown hat in the weeds. He was an idiot, so he put it on and wore it back to camp.
>The others teased him, saying it was the fedora that belonged to the mother murderer.
>They wrestled each other for it and the winner strutted around wearing the battered old hat as the boys built their fire and set up their tent.
>After taking care of business, they goofed off in a nearby creek trying to catch minnows and splashing around.
>Night began to set in and they gathered around the campfire and got it going.
> They had brought a lot of snacks and dug in.
>They made smores and told lies about girls from school.
>When it was completely dark, they had full bellies and were feeling safe and content, the perfect time to begin telling scary stories.
>Favorite creepypastas were trotted out and they debated the merits of each.
>One of the boys was a fan of the rake and he told a much embellished version that had them all looking over their shoulders to the dark beyond the firelight.
>They stayed up as late as they could, all of them trying to act like it wasn't because they were spooked.
>They cowered together, grabbing for flashlights and each whispering fiercely to "shh be quiet! don't let it hear us!"
>The sounds continued. After seeming to circle the foundation slowly, whatever it was climbed up to the campsite with a wheezing and grunting noise.
>They could hear it going through their supplies with no regard for their presence.
>It didn't bother trying to be quiet, so they hoped it was unaware of them only feet away.
>Items clattered and thumped as various things were pulled out of the boys' backpacks and thrown to the concrete beneath their feet.
>All the while they could hear the heavy breathing of the creature, and see it's enormous shadow whenever it moved between the dying fire and the tent.
>It was huge and hulking and hopefully, distorted.
>It moved slowly around the campsite, grunting and wheezing softly as it went along.
>It paused near the tent, causing silent panic among the occupants.
>They clutched at each other, sure that the creature was about to attack.
>It stood there for minutes that seemed like hours.
>They were sure it could hear the pounding of their hearts, they cried and tried not to gasp for breath.
>Finally the beast began to move again.
>They listened as it's shuffling gait moved away.
>They waited, on edge, for anything else that might happen, but nothing did.
>They shivered with fear until morning light.
>When the sun finally came up, they timidly peeked out of the tent to check if it was safe.
>The campsite was a shambles.
>Supplies were strewn about, bags ripped apart and all food gone, the cooler empty.
> They quickly gathered what they could salvage and left.
>A figure emerged from behind a small pine tree.
>In one hand it clutched a bag it had stolen from the boys, filled with snack cakes, chips and Mt Dew.
>In the other hand it held the brown, battered hat the boys had found.
>The creature set the fedora on it's enormous head, tipped it and entered the hidden door to it's lair.
>creature set the fedora on it's enormous head
Is that supposed to be that one place from Lord of the Rings? The place they passed through when they were leaving the Shire, really early on, like the first time they ever see Elves.
i got the sense that the babadook is just a really messed up fairy
>preys on children
>exploits the concept of madness
>works through vessels
>overpowered by unity
>becomes powerless without influence and requires sustenance from the earth (the worms)
>tfw the shitty game and shittier youtubers ruined a potentially cool concept.
>Come across anything remotely slenderman related
>Thoughts immediately go to some faggot youtuber screeching at nothing for 15 minutes straight
>Assume its just more stupid bullshit to add on to the already heaping pile and ignore it
It's pretty much the autistic equivalent of Pavlov's dog.
Holy fuck am I glad I turned this movie off halfway through.
I remember when it was still a small idea, barely off of the SA forums. The idea was interesting then.
When the game came out and every youtuber did something for it, it all went to naught.
First Silent Hill Movie was so enjoyable then they went fuck all Resident Evil with the second one.
Is there anything Sony won't fuck up? Not that the game franchise hadn't been a steaming pile of shit for some time at that point.
more like, you can't deny grief or avoid it, nor resentment (her frustration with the kid/blaming him for her grief)
you have to confront the feelings and deal with them (feed them) in a healthy way, denial and avoidance makes it/those feelings stronger
Sandman sees zombie spiderman fucking around and decides to take matters into his own hands
He thinks spiderzombie is spiderman
He finds the real spiderman and you already know
>girls keep drawing slenderman as a sexy man
>an hour of a screeching retard playing a shitty slenderman game
>shitty ARGS trying too hard to be MarbleHornets
>the spawn of several different "brothers" of slenderman
I don't get why the other shit took off like it did. Smile Dog, Jack the killer, Hoodie, Puppetmaster, Seed Eater, The Rake, Ben Drowned, etc etc etc. All drawn (quite poorly might I add) like Kingdom Hearts/Sonic the Hedgehog OCs.
If youre a fan of lovecraft, you'll probably like the direction bloodbourne goes. It first convinces you its a van helsing-esque werewolf/vampire hunter game, but once you get into the guts of it, you get pulled into some serious mad god shit. Wont spoil it but I loved it my self
gotta go with this
may be a kids' show, but how bill interacts with characters, what he does, his nonchalant yet disturbing attitude towards humans; fucking epic
Gravity Falls is solid /x/ tier shit, yo