Good evening night posters.

Out of respect for those who have passed on, our mother forbade us from playing in the cemetery across the street. Children have no concept of "respect the dead". Respect comes once you have learned to appreciate something, or fear it. If I had been a little older, I might have listened to her. I wish I had.

My younger brother Charlie had Down syndrome. As young as I was, my mother still expected me to look out for him. My dad left us shortly after Charlie was born, leaving my mom to raise the two of us alone. The house we lived in was far enough from town that I rarely had a chance to play with other kids my age. Our closest neighbor was almost a mile in either direction, so most of the time it was just me and Charlie.

Charlie was in the higher IQ range for his disability, so most of the time it never crossed my mind. He did have some bad episodes though. If he got mad enough, he would hurt himself. Mostly just punches to the legs, arms, maybe to his face if he was really mad. He was never alone, so one of us always stopped him before he could do any real damage to himself.

For Charlie and I, the allure of the cemetery was the large mounds of dirt near the edge of the surrounding woods. They were like huge sandboxes to us. Charlie knew enough not to tell mom if she asked where we had been playing. It never occurred to me to wonder where those piles of dirt came from. When a grave is dug, and a coffin placed within, some of the earth remains. Our "sandboxes" were the displaced earth of a souls' final resting place.

One Saturday afternoon we were playing in our favorite spot, knowing that my mother was working behind the house where she couldn't see us. Charlie had been digging for short time when I heard him start to chuckle. I stopped what I was doing to see what was so funny. At first it looked like a twisted tree branch, but after brushing the dirt off I could see it was something far more interesting. Charlie had unearthed a human jawbone. It was relatively small, most likely it had belonged to a child close to our age.

Charlie quickly snatched it away from me, insisting it was his "treasure" and I couldn't touch it. If I had any sense I would have immediately thought to call the police, or at least tell my mother (of course the latter would have been guaranteed self-incrimination). Just then I heard my mother calling to us. Before I had time to think of what to do next, Charlie shoved the bone into his coat pocket, and we darted back through the woods.

We reached the house quickly enough that my mother didn't think to ask where we'd been. As we went inside Charlie took his coat off and hung it in the hallway. While he wasn't looking I hastily slipped my hand into the coat and tucked the bone into my pants pocket. Charlie realized then what he had forgotten in his coat. He was furious. He dug through every pocked, shook it as hard as he could, and searched every inch of the floor between him and the door. He screamed "My treasure! Where is my treasure!". My mother glared at me, but I swore I had no idea what he was talking about. I quickly ducked away to my room and hid the jaw underneath my bed.

For the rest of the evening Charlie was completely distraught. He paced back and forth in our front hallway, mumbling to himself and fidgeting with his hands. My mother and I made several attempts to get him to calm down, but nothing could get through to him. After six hours he had completely exhausted himself and fell asleep in the corner by the door. My mother carried him into our room and tucked us in.

The next morning I didn't wake up until almost 9:30AM, which was strange. Charlie was always up by 8:00AM to watch cartoons with me. I got up and looked in his bed, he wasn't there. Being careful not to wake my mother, I searched all over the house, there was no sign of him. Then I remembered the events of the previous night. Suddenly I knew where I had to look.

I had to find him before my mother woke up. I passed his coat still hanging by the door on my way outside. Once I was out of earshot of the house I started calling his name. As I approached the edge of the cemetery I felt a wave of relief, I could make out his figure lying down on the side one of the dirt mounds, I ran towards him. He must have fallen asleep there, how long had he been outside? I called his name even louder now, nothing. Something wasn't right, his clothes were different now. Darker, somehow. I slowed down to catch my breath. His motionless form came into view, but his face, what was wrong with his face?

I fell to my knees, my eyes widened, air pushed from my lungs like I had been kicked in the chest. Charlie's clothes were soaked in blood, his face unrecognizable from the nose down. The bottom half of his face wasn't there. I struggled to comprehend the horrifying scene before me. I couldn't scream, couldn't turn and run, I was completely stunned. Darkness enveloped my field of vision as I collapsed to the ground.

Although the pathologist who performed the autopsy strongly doubted Charlie's physical ability to tear his own jaw from his skull, his death was officially ruled a suicide. The fact that his jaw was never recovered was attributed to an animal most likely making a meal of his remains.

 

EDIT: Fuck it, here's a video adaptation:

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Legendarily shitty creepypasta. I find it funnier in all caps, but SC2F stubbornly refuses to let me copy/paste or type anything in allcaps.

 

You tried typing that all in caps?

 

Copy/paste, actually. Is typing it out the only way?

 

Well it depends on what it was.

If it's all caps it decaps.

Was it all caps?

 

Damn, it was allcaps - I'll edit it eventually. In the meantime:

In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God. They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought. An elderly man who claimed to have “nothing to left to live for” was the only test subject to volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed. Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts.

Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear. After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to the man’s concerns.

Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him, and even more, he could communicate back. The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scientists. He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spouses and parents would have known. At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study.

After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone. He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response. He begged the scientists for sedatives, so he could escape the voices by sleeping. This tactic worked for three days, until he started having severe night terrors. The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in his dreams.
Only a day later, the subject began to scream and claw at his nonfunctional eyes, hoping to sense something in the physical world. The hysterical subject now said the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile, speaking of hell and the end of the world. At one point, he yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours straight. He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God.

After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences. Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm. The scientists rushed into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himself. After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and screaming. He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across his face. For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with a scientist for the first time in the study. He whispered “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and his vital signs stopped. There was no apparent cause of death.

 

THIS IS THE SToRY OF A DAY WHEN THERE WAS ALL THIS BLOOD. A MAN WAS WALKING AROUND AND BLOOD STARTING COMING OUT OF HIM EVERYWHERE. THERE WAS SO MUCH BLOOD THAT IT FILLED UP AN ELEVATOR. HE WENT TO THE STORE AND THERE WAS JUST BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE! PEOPLE WERE SLIPPING IN IT AND THEY WERE ALL GROSSED OUT. HE TRIED TO GO SWIMMING AND ALL OF THE SHARKS WENT NUTS AND BITTENED EVERYBODY. HE GOT CHASED BY ALL THE VAMPIRES EVER. ONE TIME THE BLOOD GOT A KID AND A DOG. AT THE END OF THE DAY EVERYONE DECIDED THEY WOULD SEND HIM TO SPACE SO HE WOULD STOP GETTING BLOOD EVERY WHERE. THE SCARIEST PART IS THAT THE MAN WAS YOU!!! (OR HE WAS A LADY IF YOU ARE A LADY) AND YOU FORGOT THIS HAPPENED.

 

^ ^
Skills my friend, skills.

 

so, the only way to go all-caps is to sacrifice your writing skills?

 

OR YOU COULD JUST TYPE A SINGLE LOWCASE LETTER AT THE END

x

 

ftfy

 

You could, but I didn't.

And it's not hax, it's just something I figured out using BBcode.

 

Are you meaning to tell me there's a [caps][/caps] option?

 

No, it's trickier.

 

Tell me.

 

the o in story is a small-case o written in a bigger font.

 

Yeah.

Just make sure the post has an o in it and make it size 3. Not quite seamless, but you don't notice it unless you're looking for it.

ANYways, secret's out.

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Item #: SCP-139

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: (Parts of this text translated by Dr. ████ █ █████ from IRG Document D.TDL67, marked by =)

SCP-139 is to be kept in a room at least six meters at its smallest dimension, suspended at least two meters from the nearest inside surface of the room. No one is to enter this room under any circumstance. The room is never to be left without at least two armed guards at any moment.

Description: The object appears on the surface to be the poorly preserved skull of a human. It is missing the lower jaw bone. Also of note is the extreme wear, especially to the eye sockets.

Photography of the skull has been analyzed by leading anthropologists. All agree that the specimen is too badly damaged to be identified with complete accuracy, and that it is most definitely human. While some believe it is a standard neanderthal skull, others are convinced that the wide cavities are the result of wear and that the original size was much smaller, more like that of a modern human. This is because the size of the nasal and ocular cavities was the main feature leading some to identify the skull as neanderthal. However, all were confounded by the ridge at the top of the skull. This feature is most commonly associated with prehistoric herbivorous species of humans.

One of our own anthropologists has proposed the theory that the ridge is the sign of a powerfully jawed animal. Such ridges generally act as anchors for jaw muscles, such as in Paranthropus boisei. These animals used their heavy jaw muscles for chewing plants, but it is also feasible that with sharp teeth they could easily be used for killing.

When discovered, the skull was located in a small town just south of the Throne of Jamshid. [Takht-e Jamshid, or "Throne of Jamshid" has been determined to be a modern Farsi name for Persepolis]

The skull was first recorded by Douglas Winthrop, an Englishman and employee of Anglo-Iranian Oil during the 1370s. [Roughly the 1950s on the Gregorian Calendar] Winthrop was an amateur anthropologist seeking fame and glory, and came upon the town hoping to find a living missing link. He believed that the residents of the town may be living Neanderthals. Though this hypothesis was quickly abandoned upon inspection of the townspeople, he did uncover the skull.

When discovered, the skull was being held in an iron and copper cage, suspended fifty feet [15.24 meters] in the air from a cliff using hemp rope. The rope was tied to a hook drilled into the side of the cliff, implying an intention never to bring it back down. A pulley was present, however. It was attached to a wall erected on the edge of the cliff. The pulley was used to lower food and water down towards the skull.

The people referred to the skull as the skull of the White Div. In ancient lore, the White Div is a demon and the spawn of Ahriman, who is the sum of all evil. The White Div in legend is a being of great and mystic power, defeated by Rostam. [Rostam is a legendary hero of Persia] Purportedly the Div was slain in the northern hills of what is now Azerbaijan.

According to the townspeople, the skull had been brought to their town by a madman who had slain many men before they discovered the power of the skull and it was contained and put in its current position.

Winthrop was soon overcome with madness himself, slaughtering seven of his friends after his return to England. He also was charged and convicted of sodomizing several male and female animals (among them several chickens, a male and female dog, and three bulls).

He did not, however, manage to bring the skull back as it was confiscated by the University of Shiraz under the Shah's authority.

After the confiscation, however, no new research became of it.

The artifact surfaced next in the Yukon, ninety kilometers from the Alaskan border. The entire community of Caribou Crossing (what is known today as Carcross, Yukon) was found brutally murdered by multiple stab wounds. Semen was found inside the wounds and it is assumed the assailant ejaculated into the incisions. The corpses were found stacked in a large pile in the center of the chapel. On top of the pile of corpses was the skull.

The artifact has since been in our custody.

Its properties are unknown. What has driven such superstition in its wake is unknown. What has brought it to the scene of intense carnage is unknown. The safety precautions currently taken are so done simply because they have thus far proved effective. Why is not known.

No research is planned.

 

Classic


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God, the fingernail part.

Not scary so much as a reminder of the time I had one of my fingernails torn off.

*shudder*