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863 No. 863 Stickied hide watch expand quickreply [Reply]
Somewhere in Brooklyn, New York exists a narrow old-style 12-story building. It looks as though it was built sometime in the late 1800’s or early 1900’s, however the only documentation of the building was in the early 1900’s, when it was first noticed. Nobody really knows where this building came from, but nobody has really bothered to tear it down or do anything with it for as long as it’s been around.

In May 1902, a couple of teenage kids explored the building. Inside, they found a single hallway on each floor of the building. Down each hall there were several doors on each side of the hall. On some floors, there were 31 doors; on others, 30. One even had 28 doors. All the doors, the halls, and the stairwells appeared to be very worn out. For some reason, all the doors had the same rusty labels on them (the label read “1902″), and they were all unlocked. All the rooms looked to be the same; old, dusty, and appearing to fall apart. The first 5 floors of the building were the same, but the teens said that they couldn’t go down the whole 5th floor hallway; they said that there was something about it that seemed to give them chills, practically immobilizing them.

4 months later, they went mad and committed suicide.

After this incident, local scientists began to conduct experiments concerning the building. They sent in mental patients for a period of time, then obesrved their behavior for a period of 6 months afterwards. All but 3 patients were able to emerge from the “haunted” building. It has officially been reported that only the truly heartless and insane are able to go into the building and emerge unharmed (considering that they were already insane before they went in).

The bulding still stands today; it’s just that not many people can locate it. A small group of ghost hunters in December 2008 located this building, thinking that it’s phenomena was the result of ghosts (go figure…). When the went inside, it still looked the same way it was reported over 100 years ago. There’s just a few slight differences:

1. All the labels on the door, although still rusty, no longer read “1902″; they now read “2008″.
2.
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>> No. 907
This is an awesome collection here. Thanks for putting it up, and sorry I don't have anything to contribute.


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850 No. 850 hide watch quickreply [Reply]
You just moved into your new apartment, in a very big city. After a year of this life, you have almost given up hope of making any friends; be it at work or any other means. You feel very lonely. After looking for a peaceful place to spend your time, you find a quiet diner on the outskirts of town. The waitress is very attractive. Also, she seems to be the only employee there, ever. You never see anyone else eat there either, ever. The place is perfect for you.

Making love to her becomes a routine. You go there every night for dinner, and then to see her.

You eventually make other friends, and eat at the diner less and less. After some time you stop going completely.

At a bar with your best friend, you tell him about the fun you had with the waitress at the diner. He says he absolutely must see her. You take him there one night, but the building is in a state of ruin. The front door barely opens. The grimy insides of the diner are disgusting, and, behind the counter, is moldy corpse, reeking of pus and rot.

When the police come to the scene, they interview both you and your friend. You are shocked to hear that the body is of a runaway girl from another province. The police tell you this is a homicide, and that she was also raped dozens of times, after she was killed. The police say they can get a match for DNA and eliminate you as a suspect. You are suddenly very worried.
>> No. 889
If you decide to pack up your stuff and flee to Mexico, turn to page 83.
If you decide to hunt down all the cops working on the case and kill them, turn to page 35.
If you decide to frame your best friend for the crime, turn to page 147..
If you decide to turn yourself in to the cops, turn to page 101.
If you decide to kill yourself instead of living with the guilt of what you've done, turn to page 666.
>> No. 906
I decide to pack up my stuff and flee to Mexico.


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844 No. 844 hide watch quickreply [Reply]
It wasn’t a big deal at first, you know? It was just another story online, one you’d read in the comments of a YouTube video, designed to scaring you into posting it on eight other videos. You know the kind, where you die a horrible death or your crush will reject you if you don’t spread the word? I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but now it’s the only thing I can think about.

The comment started by saying that “she hasn’t left [the poster] alone in days” and “by reading this, she’ll come for you.” I don’t even remember the exact wording because it was late and I was tired and I’d seen a hundred other comments like it before.

I forgot all about it.

Until she started coming after me.

It started with little things. A flash in the corner of my vision, a strange shadow on the hallway floor. Then it got worse. I started to hear whispering when I was alone in the house, giggling, the sound of footsteps. I now know that she was teasing me. Sort of like how a cat will clamp its paw over a mouse’s tail and bat at it before it kills it.

Mirrors were the worst. She liked to stand just out of frame when I was brushing my hair, so when I shifted my head to get the other side, she would be there, standing next to the bookshelf, with her long, tangled hair, matted with blood, falling down her shoulders. And that grin.

Oh, God, that grin.

Her teeth were always bloody. I was never sure if it was her blood, or… I don’t even know.
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>> No. 845
In the dark past before history began, humanity learned to fear. Huddled in the darkness on the plains of Africa, our earliest ancestors listened as lions stalked through the night around them. Deep in the caves of Europe, later men kept watch around their fires in the snowy winter, telling stories of horrors living hidden in the gloom outside. In the Middle East, just as the Sumerians began to scratch cuneiform on stone tablets, farmers sacrificed their livestock to demons they believed lived in the desert.

Over time, we’ve learned to control our fears. To take them down to size. The lions in Africa were held back by fences of barbed plants, then hunted down with guns to near extinction. The horrors in the snowy winter of Europe were cast aside by the retreat of the glaciers and by the flaming torch of human progress. The demons living in the sand lost their sacrifices as time went forward.

In the twenty first century, we have the internet, we have half-mile high buildings, we have networks of roads spanning continents and air traffic going around the world. We look to horror stories, thrill rides, and late night television gore-fests to satisfy our psychological need for fear here in the western world. It’s almost like fear is a toy for us now; we only know true fear a few times in our adult lives.

But all of those terrifying stories our ancestors told around fires? All of the things they saw when they looked out into the blizzards of the ancient past? They aren’t gone. Where the lights don’t reach, where the shadows dominate, they still live. They crawl in their eternal crypts, dreaming horrible, dark dreams as the ages pass them by. Outside of the range of cell phones, away from all the commercial flight paths and shipping lanes, where no one can see, they build their kingdoms. Underground, they feast on whatever crawls by them. Nightmarish masses of twisted flesh and muscle, dark even against the darkness, they wait.

Because one day, the lights are going to go out again, and they aren’t ever going to come back on.
>> No. 900
ok
>> No. 905
i'd hit it


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899 No. 899 hide watch quickreply [Reply]
I am trying to find people with programming/texturing/modelling skills for a videogame project.
If you have any of the above, and also free time, then post something in the thread
>> No. 901
Maybe try a different section of the board, doubt anyone in /X/ would know.


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895 No. 895 hide watch quickreply [Reply]
Remakin the creepy link thread so the links are actually links.

http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roanoke_Colony
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Murray_Spear
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arecibo_reply
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tanganyika_Laughter_Epidemic
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mad_Gasser_of_Mattoon
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concrete-Encased_High_School_Girl_Murder_Case
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peoples_Temple
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/UKUSA
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MRSA
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sailing_stones
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thalidomide
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Unit_731
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bunny_Man
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>> No. 896
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hamster_zona-free_ovum_test
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantum_immortality
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chandre_Oram
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lina_Medina
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mellified_Man
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/STS-75
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Atuk
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kennedy_Curse
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cure_for_Insomnia
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pripyat%2C_Ukraine
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Rail_flying_saucer
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Tofts
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trepanation
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grey_Goo
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Grinning_Man
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>> No. 897
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_dog_(ghost)
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ararat_anomaly
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/String_theory
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunguska_event
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_big_cats
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goatman_%28cryptozoology%29
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greys
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solipsism
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jackalope
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stargate_Project
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spring_Heeled_Jack
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Owlman
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anomalous_phenomenon
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bermuda_triangle
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory_of_the_cave
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>> No. 898
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chase_Vault
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyatlov_pass_accident
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tunguska_event
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borley_Rectory
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clapham_Wood_Mystery
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reality_shift
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moberly-Jourdain_incident
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Loveland_Frog
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mariana_UFO_Incident
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentich_Disappearance
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Original_Night_Stalker
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Dahlia
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joachim_Kroll
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_K%C3%BCrten
http://brofi.st/u/http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G
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849 No. 849 hide watch quickreply [Reply]
In a certain area of a city somewhere in Western Philadelphia is an area of flat concrete, the kind of place used as a basketball court or similar, near to a school building. If you wait in this area on the 10th September, you will eventually be approached by two youths with an aggressive demeanor about them. The youths will challenge you to a fight, which you must accept. Following the brawl, return to your home. It is important that you tell your mother of this incident. She will become perturbed by your tale, and order you to leave for an area of Los Angeles. You will be compelled to obey her. At the nearest taxi rank, whistle for a cab and one will approach. You may see that its license plate reads "FRESH", and there will be novelty dice dangling from the rear-view mirror. Do not be disturbed by the odor of the cab's interior, and speak only the words "Yo home, to Bel Air" to the driver. When you arrive in Los Angeles, which should be around the hours of over 9000:00 or 8:00 PM, you must speak again to the driver, this time saying "Yo home, smell ya' later". DO NOT LOOK BACK AS THE TAXI LEAVES. You will be dropped off at the entrance to a large mansion. Approach the door and knock three times. If you follow these instructions exactly, you will be allowed to claim your place as the Prince of this area of Los Angeles, known only as "Bel-Air". You will be led to a room with an enormous throne, encrusted with the largest diamonds and fashioned from the purest of gold. This throne is object 539 of 538. Sit on it, and ponder what to do next.


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If you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing and move not a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that the silence has a sort of "sound" of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone. This is nothing unique; everyone will hear this, given the proper setting. An informed person will tell you that your brain is trying to interpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so creates a bit of a filler sound. This ringing sound actually serves a more arcane purpose, covering up a noise we are not meant to hear. This noise is not impossible to hear, and if you are persistent you can effectively "break" the cover-up sound.

The next time you are silent and hear the ringing, shout at the top of your lungs for about half a minute, then be abruptly silent. It will be different for everyone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens of tries. Others might pick up soft murmuring. A special few auditory heroes might clearly make it out on the first attempt. What you will hear is a voice that relays an account of events about to happen in the immediate future. It's like a sportscaster relaying the events occurring 10 seconds into the future.

As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice under increasingly noisy circumstances, to the point that it can be heard at any time by just concentrating. Such ability would doubtlessly be invaluable, no? You will be able react to any immediate danger, relate to people around you with greater ease. No one would ever surprise you. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible catch this ability entails. Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it will drive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death over and over again.

Of course this isn't the case, though, it’s a normal voice, your ears receive it no matter what, and it’s simply a matter of noticing. But there is a danger. For you see, where there is a voice, there is a body. And just like you will notice new sounds, so shall you notice new sights. More importantly, you will be noticed.


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840 No. 840 hide watch quickreply [Reply]
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentich_Disappearance

I did some sleuthing and found the audio file that goes with the transcript they have. Warning it starts off very loud so turn down your speakers to at least half volume.

http://www.bermuda-triangle.org/html/ufo_incidents.html


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I don't know what to do anymore. I’m so scared and I can't trust anyone. I went camping about 3 weekends ago in the Huntsville national forest in Texas. Me and 3 friends that came home for the weekend, they are all in college and usually we all get together at least once a year, old friends from high school. For the camping trip we planned to go backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish that we catch and animals that we can trap. We have been doing this for awhile in Texas and in numerous places, Arizona, Colorado (if anyone is familiar with the Spanish peaks there), New Mexico, so we‘re pretty much used to anything you‘d encounter out there. It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Huntsville (more accurately it’s Huntsville/New Waverly). So we drive up there park our car in a camping park spot and start walking off into the forest. We had some laughs along the way, everyone catching up with each other's lives. We walked until it started to get dark and set up camp where we stopped. Everyone gathered wood to make a fire and we set our tent up. And we do what we always do: try and scare each other with weird stories.

Around this time we started to smell something very faint. It was noticeable, but not overbearing. We couldn't put our finger on what it was, so we just carried on. Mike had to go piss and he walked off in the forest. A second later he come running back, piss all down his jeans like he’d missed really bad. Immediately we all crack up and throw some jokes at him. Then we noticed that he was white as snow and trying to catch his breath. He starts screaming for us to follow him, and runs off.

We all get serious and go follow him, not knowing what the problem was. We start to hear a faint scream and crying in the distance, in the direction we were running. It was pitch black away from the camp and Mike had the only flash light (we left ours at the camp, he had his from his trip taking a piss), so at this stage we didn’t have much choice but to follow the light, which was frantically pointing here and there in front of him.

The scream gets closer and Mike starts to slow down. We then notice a ratty old cabin th
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>> No. 839
We then see a young girl come up to us. She looks like she was in trouble, young and pretty. She approaches the passenger side door and she looks like she‘s really drugged up, or beaten up. Alex doesn't roll down the windows, nor does he open the door. She reaches for the handle and he immediately locks it. She puts her face on the window and starts to smile really big. We floor it, Alex starts to cry and scream and we are all breathing heavy. We finally cut on a street that takes us to the 45 and we take it the whole way. When we get back to my apartment everyone doesn't know what to say and we all break apart and go our separate ways. Mike messages me later and says he is going to go back. I try to convince him not to and all he does is say it was our own minds that were screwing with us. I think he just went to prove to himself he wasn’t scared. I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don't go out anymore, I just stay in and don't answer the door. Last week everyone I met was acting really strange, people that I knew for a long time and total strangers. My own dad, when I went to his place to eat supper with him he just watched me, strangely, when I was sitting down. He didn't say a word the whole time. I kept asking him “What’s wrong?” He just slowly shook his head.

When I was leaving to go home I turned to wave. He had black eyes and an open mouth like he was in pain. When I started to walk back he shut the door and bolted it. I stayed there knocking and knocking. Nothing. I called him, his phone was disconnected. I even called the police. Halfway through the questions they were asking me the connection started to fade into static. I could hear a faint mumbling, singing and laughing.

Mike has completely vanished. There is not even a record of him being alive. When I call Alex’s house they talk to me like I’m some salesman. They say they don't know any Alex and to please stop calling. The person who tells me that is Alex‘s mother. I can’t get ahold of John. Someone knocked on my door and when I went to look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile started to form. I called the cops again and instead of it turn
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835 No. 835 hide watch quickreply [Reply]
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