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Can anyone remember/link me to this series of stories, I think it was on /r/nosleep , of a guy and all the terrifying events that followed him around as he grew up? Like someone in his neighborhood was obsessed with him and did all sorts of terrifying murderous stuff over the years, or there was another part of the story involving a walkie talkie and going back to his old house in the neighborhood, and his childhood best friend disappeared and stuff.
Does anyone remember this series of stories I’m referencing? It was very well done.
EDIT: I’ve edited to remove anything remotely spoilery now that the source has been found. THANK YOU u/mscoolgirl!
Coffins used to be built with holes in them, attached to six feet of copper tubing and a bell. The tubing would allow air for victims buried under the mistaken impression they were dead. Harold, the Oakdale gravedigger, upon hearing a bell, went to go see if it was children pretending to be spirits. Sometimes it was also the wind. This time it wasn’t either. A voice from below begged, pleaded to be unburied.
“You Sarah O’Bannon?”
“Yes!” the voice assured.
“You were born on September 17, 1827?”
“The gravestone here says you died on February 19?”
“No I’m alive, it was a mistake! Dig me up, set me free!”
“Sorry about this, ma’am,” Harold said, stepping on the bell to silence it and plugging up the copper tube with dirt. “But this is August. Whatever you is down there, you ain’t alive no more, and you ain’t comin’ up.”
Ted the Caver http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/TedtheCaver
The ugly barnacle
It might not be terrifying but it’s still my favorite one.
During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time.
Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm’s well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year).
Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. For the remaining 45 minutes of video, until the batteries in the camera died, it remained in its stationary position.
To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well, nor could they explain why the skeleton pulled from the oven was of completely different height and stature than the women in the video.
I’m pretty freaked out.
That thing has been there for almost a week. The figure in the window. It looks featureless, only skin on a human
frame, and it’s pressing itself against the glass somehow. I don’t know how it got there, and I don’t know how to get rid of it.
At first I thought it was a prank, a doll or mannequin that some jerks put there to scare me. But I realized as I walked out of my house to pull it away… it wasn’t there. I shrugged it off, thinking that someone had hidden it while I was walking through my door. But I went back in and looked out that same window, and it was looking in, staring at me. I walked around my house, yelling for whoever it was to come out, but no one was there. The thing is hairless and naked, and it didn’t look like it actually had eyes, or even a face at all. But its head is turned towards me when I enter the room. When I sit on my computer, I can feel its faceless hatred boring into my neck. But when I turn around, it’s innocently turned in a different direction.
Finally on Thursday, I tried to open the window, but it’s stuck. I think the thing’s hands are keeping it down. But I got a good look at its face. Its eyes and mouth are behind the skin, pushing outward.
It stared at me, smiling.
I pulled back a fist and smashed it onto the glass, determined once and for all to get rid of the glaring monster. I know I’m strong enough. That glass should’ve cracked.
But it didn’t. It shuddered under my hand, but it didn’t break. And that smile just got wider and wider and wider, until I thought its head would break in half. It raised its own hand and bashed the window with its palm. It was mocking me. But I saw the faintest crack begin to appear where it had hit, and I backed away.
No way did I want that smile in the same room as me.
So I got a roll of duct tape, and I started covering the window. I couldn’t look directly at it; I nearly shit my pants just knowing it was watching me. But I couldn’t help it. I took a quick glance at that skin-covered face. A small peek.
It was angry.
That menacing grin was now a gaping frown full of teeth. The skin had ripped away from its mouth and I could see down its cavernous throat. A menacing rumble started to fill the house, and that hairline crack began to spread like splintering ice. I pulled down the duct tape. The rumble stopped, the split skin healed over, and it began to smile again.
Now it’s night, and the noise hasn’t started again. There are no sounds, no rumble, no crackling glass. Everything’s quiet now.
But I can feel its claws gripping the back of my chair. I can hear its skin stretching as it smiles.
It’s watching me type.
I remember this phase I had. I read so many creepypasta, one after another, for days. I don’t know if it’s because I read so many, but the last one I read really got to me. I had to stop reading them for a couple days.
I really liked The Smiling Man (one of my first!), but Funnymouth creeped me the hell out.
Edit: to add links. Also, The Basement (read it on CP, but couldn’t find a link there)
A young girl is playing in her bedroom when she hears her mother call to her from the kitchen, so she runs downstairs to see what she needs.
Halfway down the stairs, the young girl hears her mother’s voice calling softly from above, “Don’t go down there. I heard it too.”
Abandoned by Disney. Freaks me right the hell out, and it’s very well written.
I don’t know if this counts, but when I was a kid I used to watch this really creepy show called Candle cove
The story about the haunted Zelda Major’s Mask cartridge, complete with video of the bizarre glitches. Link
No end house has always been a favorite of mine.
It’s about a guy who tries beating this “haunted house” after his drug addicted friend tried to do it for 500 dollars but could only go a few rooms before leaving from sheer terror. The guy in said story doesn’t believe him on the account he’s a fucking drug addict but decides to try the house anyways just to prove to him it’s probably just some regular haunted house. As he enters the rooms though he soon finds it’s much farther from anything regular and in fact deeply more insidious.