My dog is possessed, help me /x/.

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>>	Anonymous 08/09/06(Sat)14:54 No. 6084 THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

>>	Anonymous 08/09/06(Sat)20:47 No. 6092 File: 122075927116.jpg-(99.69KB, 816x608, Picture 004.jpg) Mine too. ;~;

A young girl is left home alone with only her dog to protect her. When night approaches, she locks all the doors and tries to lock all the windows, but one won?t close. She decides to leave it unlocked and goes to bed. Her dog takes its customary place under her bed.

In the deep of night she awakens to a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The girl is too scared to go check so she reaches her hand under the bed. She feels a reassuring lick from her dog and falls back to sleep. She reawakens to the dripping sound, reaches her hand down to the dog where she feels the reassuring lick and falls back to sleep. Once more she awakens to the dripping sound. She reaches her hand down and feels the lick of her dog.

Now curious about the dripping sound, she gets up and slowly walks towards the bathroom, the dripping sound getting louder as she approaches. She reaches the bathroom and turns on the light. She is greeted by a horrific sight; hanging from the shower nozzle is her dog, with its throat slit open and its blood dripping into the bathtub.

Something on the bathroom mirror catches her eye she turns around. Written on the bathroom mirror in her dog?s blood are the words ?HUMANS CAN LICK TOO?.

Post the worst or some of the worse nightmares you've had.

I'll start, sounds a bit Silent Hill-ish, but eh.

So I was in this sufofcating room, walls stained with organs, rust and blood, and a huge-ass coffin in the middle of the room. The room had an annoying sound, like a violin out of tune or something like that.
I was looking everywhere, but there were no doors or anything. Then the coffin starts shaking violently and BAM! falls to the ground, with an ear-splitting smash.
Everything goes into total silence for a bit, and then the coffin starts shaking yet again, and I hear something like an animal's slow moan and an old machine, and then the thing goes out of the coffin.
It was huge, several feet taller than me. It had a donke's head, without the skin, white, glowy eyes, and decayed teeth.
It had a torn body, with its arms and legs completely different in shape and size, but still moving.
Then it starts shaking its head violently, and lets out a scream, it was a desperate scream, a beast's roar and a maniac laughter combined, and then it gazes at me, and starts walking. Then I woke up, I was too scared now.

Nibiru

ITT things that made u shit bri/x/ when u were young but now make you laugh

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Lately I've been having experiences with shadow people more and more often.

Shit started out small at first, just feeling creeped out in the dark, but almost everyone feels like that from time to time, right? That was the explanation I gave myself.

Well, things only got weirder from there. I started getting more and more nervous around the shadows and in the dark, I even had trouble sleeping sometimes I was so on edge.

Then finally one night, I was laying in my room, trying to sleep while getting increasingly freaked out by the dark for some reason, when I moved the pillow away from my face (I sleep with a pillow over my eyes to cut out ambient light sources and make it easier for me to sleep) And standing next to me, not a foot away, was a shadow person. He was so dark that I could make out his outline against the darkness in the room, and he simply stood there, his "arms" behind his back, leaning over the edge slightly and looking down at me.

I stared up at him for what seemed like an eternity, his "face" had no expression, which creeped me out more for some reason. I finally mustered up enough courage and got out one word, "Hi." He simply cocked his head to the side slightly, the way a confused predator would, and then took a step back and disappeared.

Suffice to say I turned on all my lights and didn't sleep at all that night. I want to know what the hell he was doing. It didn't feel malicious, I was just scared because I didn't know what the fuck to do. (Pic very related)

Okay, so, I slept in the extra room I have last night, and some weird shit happened.

At first it wasn't that bad, alot less creepy feelings than in my room, at least, there were at first.

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I dont think I'll be sleeping very often while playing Silent Hill homecoming in the dark with surround sound.

And I've always wondered what a person would do if you made them take a hit of acid and make them watch [REC] in a movie theater. lol

The following are the excerpts of text (translated to english) from a mangled journal found in a trash chute belonging to one ''Mikhail Viacheslav" in Pripyat.

20th April, 1986.
Sergei bought me this journal as a gift for his return. Old Lev Titov has just finished preparing his shop for tomorrow, I am sure to return and buy a packet of cigarettes. Sergei told me that he had something to show me later, something about the Lenin Memorial Plant. I spoke to Yuri about Sergei today, he was in a hurry to get back to work.

21st April, 1986
It seems Lev's shop is working madly to meet demand for cigarettes and magazines, a problem to which I am contributing. I asked the pretty girl in Timur's if they needed workers. She said yes. I start in a few days and I received her address. Sergei has been timid and not talking much. He just smokes on my apartment roof staring at the plant. I consulted him about it and he just remarks to not worry and take a cigarette. I'm not the type to reject Sobranie, even though the women adore them.

22nd April, 1986
I started work in Timur's Grocery shop on the corner. I am liking Anzhela, although she is a slow wit. I spoke to her about a drink at the cocktail bar on saturday, and I recieved another yes. I have tomorrow off work, as Timur is doing a little bit of painting. After work, I went over to Lev's shop and talked for a while about how well his business was progressing. Sergei was on the roof, again. Another Sobranie.

23rd April, 1986.
Sergei has warmed up a little and treated me to lunch. He didn't look too good. He looked as if he hadn't slept in a year, his movements were all shaky. I asked him about what he wanted to show me about the plant. Sergei just motioned for me to follow. We took a taxi to the plant, or as least as far as they would let us. The trees all around were dead, the grass all brown. A surviving sapling tree had strange bubble-like growths on it. I looked up and saw Yuri wrestling his posessions into his car. It looked like he had been fired, but the horrified look on his face made me wonder. Sergei found a hole in the fence, and we climbed through. He poin

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Forgive me /x/, this is my first creepypasta and I just wrote it in the past hour with only a little clean up. I hope it at the very least it gives a better chill than the halfassed stuff I've been seeing recently. Random pic probably not related.

This creepypasta takes place in suburbia, as most pastas should, in a place that probably looks lot like the one you're in. The subject was a woman in her mid twenties who lived in one of the smaller units of a four row apartment complex. Every day when she came in from outside, she dropped her keys on a little wooden table by the door and accordingly picked them up when she went out so that they were never lost.

This system finally broke down when, after coming home from work for a quick shower and dress, she found the keys missing on her way out the door, replaced by a note that read: "Sorry, I'll return these tonight,", The police quickly concluded that the missing keys and the note were part of somebody's sick joke, and agreed to have three officers watch the complex in shifts that night.

First shift, nothing. Second shift, nothing. At the end of the third shift, the last officer went to tell the woman that it looked like a no show. He found the door part the way open and it swung easily upon its hinges when he knocked, revealing the woman's mutilated remains on the the floor beside the lost set of keys.

A new note was found by the door and it read: "It's hard to see up in that crawlspace at night, but my brothers are always too busy to come out with me during the day, so I used the little flashlight on the key chain to mark this place. Worked well enough,". The investigation revealed the place where the set of keys had rested above the apartment's drop ceiling and the trails of perhaps four or five different man sized crawling bodies leading to a solid section of wall above the door, whole and undamaged.

To this day, nearly a year later, the motive remains unknown and suspects never produced. The bizarre means of entry was likewise never explained.