Anybody else a fan of Creepypasta stories?
i know a few. Lavender Town and the Alice Killings.
Never heard of the Alice Killings, but I've heard of Lavender Town. I'm surprised there isn't more threads about Creepypasta. I would think people around here would enjoy giving themselves and others a good scare.
Maybe I should link Slenderman.
Well if you wanna know, the Alice Killings was a thread of serial murders that the song Alice Human Sacrifice is based off of. Here:
creepypasta.wikia .com/wiki/ The_Alice_Killings
About the killings.
youtube. com/watch? v=E6dxUbizNto
But also speaking of the songs, they were originally supossed to represent each vocaloid (the singers) and their standings (the first singer, meiko, was the very first of her kind, she was a great sensation throughout "destroying everything in her path". The second, Kaito, though he singed so much, was a total failure. The third, Miku, was the most popular. And the final two, Rin and Len, came last out of the vocaloids). Somehow though, they show quite a resemblance to the killings.
I have heard the Alice Human Sacrifice song before.
But I never read the Creepypasta. I'll get on that.
Vocaloids are awesome =w= Alright~
oh yeah, i used to browse a particular image board and this one stuck with me. its called White with Red. (hoping its ok to post on here)
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.
This disinclination saved his life. 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.”
That last part, Logan. It took me a second, but I got it.