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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.

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. A red sheet, or something.

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 wore white all over, except for their eyes... which were red."

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#2
I remember reading this in some old thread here.

Pretty cool story. Sent it to my friend at night once and by doing so kept him awake all night.
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#4
...and then they kissed?

Damnit, I wanted porn.
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#5
Yeah me too. I think Union Jake made a scary story thread around Halloween with this stuff in it.
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#8
I don't get what is creepy about it... The ghost just wanted to see who was lookins at her.
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I was thinking the same.
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I don't get what is creepy about it... The ghost just wanted to see who was lookins at her.


I'm pretty sure it just wanted some action.

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There was a creepy store thread a while back. More please.

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Yea, it was all my fault. You see I got in the room and I'm all into that necro **** so me and this zombie bitch were gettin' it on. She was a freak. She knew how to rev my engine( if ya know what I mean ) Well she was blowin' me and I couldn't help but lay the money shot on her face. Needless to say I came blood all over her face, she smacked me, kicked me out, and called me a bastard. But I got laid and a good laugh, so it's all good.
#17
This story isn't even remotely creepy.

I've heard stories that kept me awake for weeks,
but this isn't scary at all.
Blindfolds aside I'd probably still close my eyes

And try to feel a trembling fetal life inside
that shotgun barrel that's about to make me bleed

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This story isn't even remotely creepy.

I've heard stories that kept me awake for weeks,
but this isn't scary at all.


Please do share.
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No creepypasta!
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Who was fone?
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Only all the normal people don't. Pffft who needs them, and yeah let's just post there.
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#26
I actually got a little freaked out by that haha. It was kinda creepy, but nowhere near the creepiest story.
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not gunna lie that story wasnt that bad.
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There needs to be more creepypasta involving mirrors and windows at night.


Mirrors at night used to creep me the **** out. You'd always see something move in them (of course it would probably be as a result of your movement) and try desperately not to look into them. Or look at a window incase theres a red eyed monster outside that will EAT YOU.
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Here is a crazy story I found out of boredom.

This happened Friday last week and I haven’t been able to get proper sleep ever since. There is an abandoned building about 20 minutes from my house in some small town. All the kids from school always talk about going there, but they never do, I guess that’s high school for you. My friends and I got tired of all the chatter and decided that we’ll go to shut people up and hush the annoying rumors. We thought maybe we’ll get some cool points to. Who knows I for one don’t believe in ghosts or any of that paranormal nonsense, so I wasn’t too worried. Fast forward to Friday night. Me and my friends arrive at the building, flashlights in hand. The building is too dilapidated to really recognize what it used to be, no signs, no nothing. It was just a forgotten piece of man in the middle of nowhere, waiting for nature to do its work on it. We walk towards it, my friends stay a bit behind me, scared, and I walk to the once padlocked double doors, why we were taking the most obvious entrance, I don’t know. The chains that once held the doors tight were now in a loose pile on the ground. Someone had been here before. We decided to enter anyway, but as soon as I opened the door the most peculiar feeling swept at all of us. Like a breeze, but there was not wind, only the feeling of the deepest anguish and sorrow. I heard my friend take a step back; he said he would wait in the car. I looked back at him, I looked at his eyes, they weren’t the same blue eyes I looked into before, they were filled with terror. It was only me and my one friend now, we proceeded. With each step the feeling grew, and with each step paranoia crept on us, like a wolf waiting to pounce on its victim. We found ourselves in a long hallway with rooms on each side of us, some without doors. We flash our lights in the rooms, just to so we could figure out what this place was. In each room, nothing. This place was cleared out long ago. We reached the final room, this one had no doors, and I flash my light in there, nothing, until I hit the back corner. I couldn’t believe my eyes, there was a man, he looked up at me, I could see the deep despair in his blank stare. His face was covered in signs of a meth addiction, his clothes suggested he goes home to a box every night, and his actions reflected desperation. We stare at each other for a good while until he gets up, arms out almost zombie like, but his movements quick and agile. My friend shouts and run away, I’m too frozen to move, all I can do is watch as he comes towards me, teeth clenched, eyes glaring. Almost Devilish. Just before the final moment, just before he grabs a hold of me, I grab a hold of my senses. All I had in my hand was the flashlight, so I smash it in his face. Instantly the glass of the flashlight shatters into his face, he falls to the ground, but he has a hold of my shirt so I fall with him. All I could think to do was keep beating where I thought his face was, I could feel the blood on my head, my shirt, my face, my legs. I could feel it. Was it mine or was it his? I heard screams, but they weren’t his screams, they were mine. I could feel them coming out of my throat. I could feel myself descending into madness. I had lost myself, I had no control of my body. All I could do was watch, watch myself beat this man. A human being. Who once had a family, probably much like the one I have now. Who once had a future, much like the one I have now. Who once was my age, who once had friends, like the ones I have now. He was only a man. A man who had potential, but also a man who fell into the deep abyss of human nature. Nature most of us can’t escape, but can control. This man wasn’t in control. I wasn’t in control. I finally got a hold of myself, stood up, blood all over me. I left him there in the dark, all by himself, desolate. I walked out of there, not saying a word. My friends didn’t say a word. We drove home in taciturnity; I got home, took a shower, and slept. The next day I couldn’t stand to stay in town, so I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'. I looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of bel air.
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#38
This one freaks me out.

Your cell phone rings, and it's a number you don't recognize. You shrug, and answer anyway. The voice on the other line says, "Can I have five minutes of your time?" You answer yes, and the caller immediately hangs up. Suddenly, you feel... five ****ing minutes older.

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There needs to be more creepypasta involving mirrors and windows at night.


Mirrors at night used to creep me the **** out. You'd always see something move in them (of course it would probably be as a result of your movement) and try desperately not to look into them. Or look at a window incase theres a red eyed monster outside that will EAT YOU.


god dammit i'm sitting on a couch by the window right now typing this on my lap top and just for reminding me of that, i am now going to move somewhere else.
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