Good evening night posters.

12. August
Of all the places for there to be a mass murder, it just had to be a former extermination camp. And of all the ways to kill the people there, toxic gas. When even the local neo-Nazi groups are horrified, it’s obvious that there’s something extremely twisted going on. Because if there’s anything worse than a psychotic killer, it’s a psychotic killer with a sense of humor. We’re scheduled to inspect the scene immediately. I highly doubt that the sicko will come back, but I still have a bad feeling about the camp. The stench of death doesn’t fade too well there.

13. August
The bodies are gone. Inspection has proven futile. I thought that the entire site had been closed off and guarded, but there must have been a breach somewhere. Other than the traces of the toxic gas, there’s absolutely no evidence of any crime ever taking place there. It’s like the very hand of God wanted to sweep the place clean. They’re sending more officers to the scene, yet the situation looks incredibly bleak. I sense there’s danger ahead. But for now, I’ll stay here. I have to follow orders.

14. August
Good news: we found the bodies. Bad news: there’s thousands of other bodies among them. Officer Nowak found a trap door just behind a wall of the gas chamber, leading to some subterranean labyrinth. The walls of that entire labyrinth seem to be made of bones. Thousands and thousands of bones. I can’t tell whose are whose; whether this femur belongs to a murdered tourist or whether this spine belongs to a long-dead corpse. In fact, some bones look as if they’ve been there for years, yet this couldn’t have been a mass grave. It would have made it in the history books if it had. At least someone would have confessed to building it. We might be uncovering something extraordinary, so I’ll try my best to assist the other officers. But every time I turn another corner there, I hear the faint screaming of the dead.


15. August
Please, for the love of God, if you find this and are reading this after I’ve been killed down here, take my advice and run away as soon as possible. Tell everyone you know about this place, and get it destroyed as soon as you can without looking back. Right now, I’m trapped inside the labyrinth. I don’t even know how I got there, but I woke up in the middle of it without any sense of direction.

And I saw him today. I saw him, and he’s trying to kill me. That ungodly creature, limping around in a trench coat and helmet. Didn’t even look human with the way he was moving, with his long, spindly arms waving about. Carrying this staff looking almost like a double-bladed scythe, only more like an axe and with a pointed spike at the top. His face was almost entirely obscured by a gas mask, but I don’t even think he even has a face. He can’t even scream, though I could tell that he was trying.

He found me while I was trying to find my way out, calling for another officer’s assistance. No one was down there, at least not where I was, and of course my phone had to die. After walking around, I heard the voice of Officer Nowak, calling for me from some strange nook in the wall. She was sitting there, naked atop a pile of her own discarded clothing, body covered in fresh gashes, her body stiff and pale. She was muttering something about a sacrifice, a pantheon of dark gods, but most of all, something called a Servant Where Death Is King. Only one night and already an officer had gone mad, I thought. So I was getting ready to carry her out of the room, when I saw a hand attached to the back of her head, fingers bored into her skull. That hand was his, as I saw him emerge from under the clothing pile, standing before me and trying to scream. Only thing I could do was run away as quickly as possible, try and get away from that monster. Though looking back, I don’t even think he was chasing me. He probably has bigger plans.

16. August
I kept on running through the labyrinth until I passed out from exhaustion. There’s no exit in sight, and I’ve yet to bump into the creature again, though I could still hear him shuffling through the corridors. At this point, I wish he’d kill me and get it over with already. The nightmares are horrible, worse than any death I could imagine. The nightmare had the victims of this entire building, burning to death and screaming in agony, the stench of charred flesh filling the smoky air. Needless human suffering, past and present. And in the middle of it all, the monster and Officer Nowak sitting at a table with a tea set, his hand still buried in her skull. He was saying something, his muffled non-words barely audible to me. Yet Officer Nowak seemed to understand perfectly, sipping the tea and responding with more gibberish about the dark gods. He seemed to be commanding her to do something, yet those commands felt more directed at myself than anyone. The dream ended with the monster taking his hand out of Nowak, and her body falling lifeless to the brimstone. And as some cruel joke, I woke to find a teacup placed on my chest.

17. August
I escaped… I escaped… but oh god, so much blood… so many nightmares… blood everywhere and everyone’s dead

NOT MY FAULT

JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS

JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS

JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS

JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS

JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS

JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS

JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS

JUST FOLLOWING ORDERS

NOT MY FAULT

NEED NEW RECRUITS

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This journal belonging to Officer Alek Stanislaw was found lying inside the gas chamber, the remainder of the August 17th entry soaked in blood and rendered unintelligible. None of the officers on duty that day were ever recovered, and a memorial is being built in the nearby village in their honor. So far, no police force is willing to investigate the extermination camp again — not only would it be too risky, but there is no evidence left at the scene other than the journal which some dismiss as the ravings of a madman from the beginning. There was also little tourist interest in the first place, allowing little adverse affect if the camp were to be locked down and abandoned. Besides, the police never received orders to investigate afterward.

 

Creepypasta pretty much sucks.

Pics are better.

And no like gorefag ****e, post subtly creepy stuff.

 

Yeah, that's not subtle....

 

It's me. I had to post a clown pic.





Personally I found that "There is nothing vid" to be the most off putting.

 

I'm finding it difficult to acquire good pics. and navigating 4chan is beyond me (I only see like a dozen pictures, shouldn't there be hundreds?), so if you have a good source of creepypics, please share it.

 

/x/

 

Like I said, there are only a dozen pictures there. about half of which have been posted here. and the other half is random pictures of genitalia.

 

some of the random genitalia pics are scary though..

 

Lol you can't link something directly from 4chan, the links are gone in like 30 mins

 

Item #: SCP-173

Object class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Item SCP-173 is to be kept in a locked container at all times. When personnel must enter SCP-173's container, no fewer than three may enter at any time and the door is to be relocked behind them. At all times, two persons must maintain direct eye contact with SCP-173 until all personnel have vacated and relocked the container.

Description: Origin is as of yet unknown. It is constructed from concrete and rebar with traces of Krylon brand spray paint. SCP-173 is animate and extremely hostile; if given the chance it will kill anything within its line of site. However, the object cannot move while within a direct line of sight. Line of sight must not be broken at any time with SCP-173, as it can cover at least two meters in the literal blink of an eye. Object is reported to attack by snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or by strangulation. In the event of an attack, personnel are to observe Class 4 hazardous object containment procedures.

Personnel report sounds of scraping stone originating from within the container when no one is present inside. This is considered normal, and any change in this behaviour should be reported to the acting HMCL supervisor on duty.

The reddish brown substance on the floor is a combination of feces and blood. Origin of these materials is unknown, but if left unchecked SCP-173's container will slowly fill with these substances. In order to ensure that bacterial growth within does not become a biohazard, the enclosure must be cleaned on a bi-weekly basis.



Just remember...






Don't blink.

 

I posted this already....

 

Not according to the previous 15 pages of creepypasta you didn't

 

I made my own thread for it.

I had the pic with it.

 

...when?

 

Ages ago apparently.

 

?

 

These are some old school flash vids from Bitey Castle.

Hitch Hiker Part 1

Hitch Hiker Part 2 NSFW

If you thought those were creepy and good storytelling, this one puts them to shame.
Taken

 

if I recall correctly.