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Spooky Stories / Tree of Fate
« on: 11:21 PM, 05/31/16 »
Tree of Fate, Poem:

Oh Tree of Fate.

You've Brought so many to hang.

You watch them suffer and struggle.

To keep there breath awake.

It is fun to you to see.

You laugh right in there face.

Oh tree of fate.

You need a life to take.

Spooky Stories / Raspy Hill.
« on: 04:33 PM, 05/27/16 »

  Hi my name is David Balog and i'm currently a reporter for the D.C newspaper and i'd like to share my story on the superstitious area called "Raspy Hill".

This 'Hill' as you call it isn't a hill at all it's mostly just a old plain with dead grass and a small mound is at the center of this plain as i mean small it is pretty big but is not a hill in my opinion...When i went out there ((may i add the plain is almost a perfect circle that is near the middle of a D.C forest i cannot name at this point.)) I found some locals that live out in a the forest you may call them Hillbillies witch is what they are.

When i found the first local he seemed to be quite well mannered to be in a old broken down fungus infested hole of a house he was in his late 60's and had a thick Kentucky accent by the sounds of it he had some missing teeth and wore Overall's with a white sleeved shirt underneath it i asked him about "Raspy Hill" and he told me a story.

The man's story went like this,

"Raspy hill? damn son why are you going out there and investigating that piece of demon shit!? you know what the hell happened there boy? shit...back in the 1960's they used to hang folk over that little hill...and a man named John Williams used to do it himself! he had a thick raspy laugh he let out when he saw someone struggling to breath..the man had a gimmick too...he dressed up in a ole' gasmask and raincoat with some pants and scared the hell outta any person he caught to hang...they finally caught his big ass in 78 where they put him to death after his first month in prison! he laughed his goddamned head off when they fried him...some say they can still hear him laugh in that field..."

After he told the story he went silent and almost scooted back to his house slamming his front door and locking it...i left as well and went to look up this "John Williams" i found out his full name was "John Oxmire Williams" he used to be a Pest Control man until one of his supervisors found out he was Gassing cat's in his fan with poison the supervisor called the police where they arrested Oxmire and sentenced him for 2 years in prison for animal cruelty and he had a large record in prison too...multiple killings and beatings of his fellow inmates they finally released him under probation and parole and 10 years later a ranger of the forest caught him 'Hanging' a boy over that little mound in that field now called Raspy Hill.

Right now i have to to get more info on this guy.

General Discussion / Made a discord chat!
« on: 03:08 PM, 05/26/16 »

Hello! this is a Roleplaying thread for me and three of is private but you can watch if you want! mods are allowed to interfere and tell us too stop if necessary.

This is just a little form for a idea on a villain so I can make it Non-Clichéd so I want your opinions on it I can handle the harshest of stuff so lemme have it!:

Name: The 'Shusher'

Age: ???

Gender: Possibly Male

Appearance: a somewhat tall man ((around 6'6 6'5)) bulky and has some masculinity "The Shusher" wears a dark green raincoat that goes down do his knee's it's made of a older material seems like rubber or cloth it has white buttons that go from the groin too below is neck on the raincoat he wears thick waterproof pants that are dark brown and ripped a little he has brown muddy workbooks on with thick black gloves on his face is a dark green S-10 soviet gasmask with lenses that are clouded and a wheezing sound can be heard from the filter.

Personality: Utterly Mute and maybe deaf he has a straight slow posture when he walks and his arms keep at his sides he has no signs of rage or anger when he walks he mostly stares at people and just stands there...

Weapons: He uses the means of strangling as a weapon and or a pickaxe if he's feeling gruesome.

Trademark: His trademark is the "Shush" sign like a librarian or a teacher would use in class but there is no "Ssssh" after it since he's silent he bends down all the way into someone's face do to this.

Powers: He is totally immune to physical harm and pain bullets put holes in him but he seems to be unaffected fists do nothing and melee weapons will just break over his body no matter what the material is...he can destroy a persons mental psych very quickly if stared at for a while he has been known to put more people in the looney bin than killing them outright.

Strategy: He tries to attack people in there most venerable state ((In there sleep or if there totally paranoid)) if this doesn't work he will wait until the victim becomes mentally unstable and try to attack from there.

Spooky Stories / Rap Rat.
« on: 11:43 PM, 04/18/16 »
The Terror Begins

Ever heard of "Nightmare?" Like a lot of other games in the 90's, it came with a VHS which you timed with your play. The character on the video would give you instructions on what to do while you played the game in real-time. Being a scardy-cat, I refused to play it when my mom bought it for us. My brother was disappointed about not being able to play Nightmare, but my mom had a solution. She brought out "Rap Rat". It was a cheap, dingy little thing catered to kids my age; you went around the board, collected cheese, and the first player to reach the end would win. It seemed simple enough, and since it reminded us of "Mouse Trap" (which we didn't have), there were no objections. We popped the movie into the VHS and set up the board. The first part of the video was just a simple explanation of the rules as well as instructions on how the game worked.

Then, Rap Rat came onto the TV. He was... not what any of us had been expecting. My smaller brother, who was only three at the time, immediately left the room crying. The rat did not even resemble a rat. The ears were far too big. It had a mouth lined with two teeth, and the inside of the mouth looked almost swollen. The most striking part about the thing, though, was the eyes. They were large, glassy, and fish-like. I asked, then bothered, then begged my mom to turn it off. Rap Rat suddenly shouted loudly, screaming and wailing, saying "WAIT YOUR TURN" in a demonic, low-pitched voice that was not at all like his normal obnoxious, nasal voice. In the background, we could hear the narrator saying "He's Rap Rat, and he's the boss" over and over again in an overly serious tone.

The video was... indescribable. Images crossed the screen in quick succession, overcut with Rap Rat's expressionless eyes. The images were some of the things I was afraid of at the time. A person looking over a balcony, a hornet slowly stinging someone's eye, an extreme close-up of a tarantula, a pit full of writhing cobras, and a bloodied syringe filled with green fluid. We immediately turned the video off, and I ran out of the room screaming, slamming my door. It took my mom twenty minutes to convince me that the video was gone, that I would never, ever see it again. I had nightmares all week about Rap Rat.

That wasn't the last time I saw Rap Rat. While my girlfriend and I were preparing to move in together, I was cleaning out the closet of my room and found Rap Rat again, with the same VHS and the same board game inside. It was almost perfectly intact, save for a thick layer of cobwebs and dust bunnies on top of it. This was strange...didn't my mother get rid of it? And what was the game doing in my room? I let out a bit of a gasp when I found it, and my girlfriend came into the room, asking what was the matter: Breathing harshly, I said, "Rap Rat." She laughed a bit, asking if it was a joke. I shook my head, explaining that it wasn't. She didn't believe me—nobody did—and I decided that the only way to prove it to her was to show her the video.

I borrowed my neighbour's VHS and played the video for her. However, the images had changed. I saw a clown, it's nose bursting and spraying blood onto the screen. I saw a woman alone in a dark room. I saw a man being forced to pick up white-hot metal and hold it in his outstretched hand, turning his hand to a leathery mess. The scratching I heard as a child continued, picking up louder and louder. Then, Rap Rat showed up and began twisting and convulsing, it's arms thrusting this way and that. The costume wasn't a costume anymore—the felt was real fur.

Its face wasn't plastic, but instead a bristle of thorns with teeth. The eyes turned inwards and suddenly popped out again: Rap Rat's huge fish eyes were inside out, staring right at me, watching my every move, my every expression. It grinned widely and gestured at my girlfriend and I with a single, outstretched, inhuman hand. I could hear the faintest scratching at my front door. The TV went blank and showed static. The scratching got louder. It wasn't scratching anymore, but thumping: the thumping of tiny feet on wood. My girlfriend embraced me in fear, and my senses kicked in. Before anything else could happen, I stopped the video, ejected it and unplugged the VHS. The scratching stopped. When I looked out the living room window, nothing was there.

The police showed up soon after, warning us that a neighbour had seen a figure outside of our door and had called in concern. My girlfriend and I simply couldn't explain what had happened, and had to tell the police officer that it was us. I was furious that a children's game was terrifying me. I went to pick up the tape, but the VHS burned my hand. It felt like I had touched a bunsen burner on the highest setting. We had to get the oven mitts from the kitchen in order to take it out, and even then it was scorching hot. I brought it outside, tossed it down on the sidewalk, and crushed it with my winter boots.

My girlfriend and I had nightmares every night. We would both wake up in the middle of the night, and describe eerily similar images that we saw in our sleep. The scratching would always be there at night, when lights were off and the room was pitch-black (save for the moonlight coming in through the window). Now, though, the scratching would happen every time I went near the front door, and every time we said Rap Rat's name. It sounded as if something very small was dragging something across the ground outside of the door... pacing... waiting. I would simply wait, with the covers pulled up to my neck, until I succumbed to exhaustion.

At this point, I was determined to sue the company for damages. The first thing I did was call my mother and ask where she got "Rap Rat". She had no idea. I found a merchant who sold versions of "Rap Rat" and asked how I could get in touch with the company. He sent me this e-mail.

"I don't know about the game, but I know it was created by the same people who created Nightmare. The company is called "A Couple of Cowboys". Try them."

I did a bit more research, and discovered that the company became defunct in 1994... only two years after the company created Rap Rat. I discovered why they did soon after.

How Rap Rat Came to Be

In 1992, the year of the game's development, A Couple of Cowboys had commissioned a manufacturing company in Haiti to create the doll portrayed in the game. The company who created the puppet ran a sweatshop, where they forced women and children to produce the various components of the puppet, including the felt and plastic of the doll.

One day, a young Haitian girl got her arm caught in the industrial sewing machine. The spring-loader, unable to handle the weight on the machine, came loose and struck the child's neck, killing her instantly. A few days after the funeral, the mother of the child came to the factory, demanding to see the owner, who denied that he had anything to do with it. In a fit of rage, the mother said that the "blood from the innocent" would seep into every crevice of the doll, every component with which it was created and all who touched it would die. She claimed to have summoned a "fear demon" and screamed, at the top of her lungs, "APARAT WILL CURSE YOU!"

The owner simply laughed and told his corporate bosses about Aparat. They spread the joke from person to person, and the game was renamed "Rap Rat", a loose anagram of Aparat. Each recitation of the name Aparat brought with it a greater and greater curse. Only two years after "Rap Rat" was created, the company was shut down and the owners hired by Mattel.

There were stories of the workers begging for days off, skipping work for weeks and weeks, finding the puppet in strange places. Sooner were the stories of suicides. Grim, violent suicides in which the workers would stab their hands and burn themselves to death, writing "I AM FEAR" on the nearest surface in blood.

Nobody knows where the Rap Rat doll went after the original creators disappeared. Some say that the last things the victims saw before going insane were large, sunken, fish-like eyes.

Words of Warning

1. NEVER, EVER say "Aparat" out loud. Saying a demon's name out-loud is an invitation to them, a calling. If you have already done this, it cannot be undone.

2. Do not try to speak to or contact Aparat.

3. Avoid being awake between 3:30am and 4am, when Rap Rat is the most likely to try to scare you.

The Audio

The VHS is back. I thought I stomped on it, smashed it to kingdom come, but it's back. I found it in my sock drawer yesterday.

This time, I was ready. A whole bunch of people have been contacting me, trying to get the tape or some sort of video from the board game. My answer to you is that it's just too dangerous. If I did that, it could very well drive you insane. Scare you to death. The video, and the game, and Rap Rat itself has some sort of strange power. Rap Rat follows me everywhere I go. I see little shadows in the corner, or hear sounds coming down the hallway when I'm the only one home. If Rap Rat is there, it will let you know, but it will never let you see it...until it's too late, of course.

A lot of people have been watching the "normal" video from the "normal" board game. That's the thing...Rap Rat can be normal. It will trick you into thinking it's just a puppet, and then stalk you day and night.

M-my name's Devon...well that's what I think my name is...I've been living in this old worn out 60's style apartment for a while...the walls are a bright green...the floor is a shaggy brown rug except for the kitchen..with it's teal tiles.

I just sit on my moldy old couch and watch static TV most of the time since I can't afford cable or a converter box...sometimes I think I can see eyes watching me from the static.

Today I looked in the mirror and I felt my was pimply and leathery at the touch...and I swear I saw a pair of human-esque eyes from the heater grate behind was unsettling.

Tonight i stared at a knife in my sink for a while...and I saw the eyes again...but a smile was there too it looked like it was mouthing words to me.

This Afternoon I blinked and the eyes came back I going insane? maybe I looked threw my closet seeing a leather black garment also a jacket and some pants and a electric shaver...the temptation hit me to live out one of my fantasies as a...I can't tell you.

I looked in the mirror again...and I saw the eyes and the smile staring back at me..and then it faded away..revealing I was smiling and staring at myself...the smile didn't fade...I went back to my closet and grabbed the shaver and went to the bathroom sink and began to shave my hair off...making me completely bald.

I rushed to the kitchen to get that big sharp shiny silver steel kitchen knife and I looked my self in the face still smiling and I began to cut slits across my forehead down to my cheeks I didn't cut my eyes at all but I didn't like I found some bleach and poured it directly into my eyes...I didn't feel the pain but by the time I knew it they were completely black but I could still see.

I gently silted my cheeks into a straight line but curling up at the ends...making some sort of smile then I got dressed in the garment ((Jacket)) the pants the shirt the socks and black running shoes...I grabbed the knife and shoved it in my pocket..but I left a little note to my landlord...on the door I said "Smiley is not in today..." before I poured some gasoline and bleach all over the place and Ignited it making my old apartment go up in flames before leaving as my new identity..."Smiley".

Your Stories / Brain Deaf.
« on: 01:37 AM, 04/15/16 »
Oh...the horrors.....I have experienced many...the killing of my pets...the house burning may call this PTSD but...I call it...being brain deaf you see...I have really no feelings anymore...I actually despise feelings now I can't STAND being near a "Lovey Dovey" couple or a happy pair of I have nothing left to live for...I waited for a couple to enter a public bathroom of a park and right about when the boyfriend was going to piss...I suffocated him with a plastic bag I found outside...the girlfriend came out to see me over her jacked up dick of a boyfriend and I grabbed her by the ponytail and slammed her face right into the edge of the toilet it didn't kill her right away so I left her to bleed on the dirty bathroom ground she wouldn't call the cops when I made her face ground beef right? anyways....I have been reliving all my murders over the years...I can't escape them...I really can't I've tried many things and nothing works....I found another couple but instead I bought a mallet...they were walking down the street at night...maybe 9:00 I pulled over a balaclava I made over my face and I followed them down before whacking the guy in the back of the head and doing the same to the girl...I dragged them into a alley and dumped there bodies in a manhole...they'll never be if you see a man with a red balaclava over his face watching you....don't say hi....toodles.

Your Stories / Theres something in my mind..((REDONE))
« on: 07:20 PM, 04/14/16 »

There is something in my mind something I cannot see stalks my brain at night and hides at day it's name I
cannot say..i can see faintly what it looks like white rotten skin and a wide grin with black slits for eyes...I went to look in the mirror today and I thought it was right behind me smiling oh so was mocking me...I turned   around quickly to see that there was nothing there but dust of a fallen door...why does it mock me? why does it lure me into it's tainted web? why am I still speaking about this horrifying figure? maybe I am insane? I cannot tell what I am but..maybe I can make it all stop? i went to my kitchen and got myself a nice knife...and i went back to my mirror and i saw the monster again i mocked it's wide grin and i began to mimic what it looks sit alone at my desk...looking at my reflection...and now i am...what i saw in my brain...

General Discussion / Subject of Roleplaying.
« on: 03:06 PM, 04/ 7/16 »
So.....hello! i'm pretty new here and this is my FIRST forum post! ((I've recently been talking in the chat)) and I wanted to ask what's your opinions on Online Role-playing? this may be a stupid subject to put on a creepypasta site but I just wanted to ask and spark some opinions! I currently do it on many sites and apps and I just want your thoughts on it!

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