Hey asses, so i stumbled over some great creepy pastas yesterday and it got me thinking, 'cause i used to love reading creepy pastas, all the time.
I just had to do a blog on it!
For the guys who doesn't know what a creepy pasta is here an explination :
Creepypasta is a form of "Copypaste" and are short scary/horror stories that are regularly posted on message boards or sent via email intended to scare the reader.
Some are completely made up where as others are derived from old Urban legends.
Some creepy pastas are great if you need to stay awake for a whole night ( gues why ).
And i think it's really kinda interesting some times, 'cause you can't really always figure out if it's fact or fiction.
Sometimes some creepy pastas will end with this little story ;
"So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”. THEN WHO WAS PHONE?"
If you see that short story beneath any creepy pasta you can be about 100% it is all made up.
Here are two of my favorite creepy pastas, read on your own risk :b ( and try guessing if it is 4real )
Bad dream
"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy."
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."
Here's the next :
The clown
A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage).
So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was okay, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the clown statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have an clown statue."
The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No clown statue was ever found.
How you like those? :)
These are links to some of the best creepy pasta sites.
http://encyclopediadramatica.ch/Creepypasta
http://www.creepypasta.com/
http://www.microhorror.com/microhorror/
( share the blog guys ! )
-Daniel
