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Donny Brook posted:In about three hours I'm going to see it, and I'm going to hate you for the nightmares it gives me. Anyone help out?
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# ? Sep 29, 2023 02:27 |
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spidoman posted:In about three hours I'm going to see it, and I'm going to hate you for the nightmares it gives me. I thought maybe it was a little too subtle, but I didn't want it to be too obvious either. Here's the one I posted earlier: ![]() ...and here's one with the creepy part highlighted and magnified: ![]() edit: Bullshit Backstory... On July 3rd 1865, the nation was still recovering from a hard fought civil war, and there were still plenty of hard feelings all around, especially in Barlow Mississippi where 22 year old Ezekiel Settles, recently freed from slavery was trying to make a living as a handyman. On the eve of the 89th anniversary of the United States declaring it's independence from England, Independence Day held a special meaning for Ezekiel, as it was his first Independence Day as a free man, but sadly, he would never see it. As he was on his way to work at the Mt. Sinai Baptist Church, he happened across the pastor's young wife, Allison Wolcott lying in the road, unconscious. He tried to render aid as best he could by removing his shirt and tucking it under the young woman's head, but as he was doing so, along came Pastor John Wolcott, returning from a luncheon with the church's ladies' society, only to find a shirtless black man kneeling over his unconscious wife. Ezekiel tried to explain that he found her in that condition but the pastor was fuming, and afraid that the pastor would beat him or worse, he ran off. That night, with his still unconscious wife under the care of a doctor, but resting comfortably in her own bed, John Wolcott went looking for Ezekiel Settles with a dozen or so men from from his flock. They didn't have to look far, for Ezekiel lived in a small shack that he built from scrounged lumber in the woods behind the church. There the men found him, and they dragged him back to the church, and as the parishioners took turns beating him, John Wolcott fashioned a noose. When his flock put the rope around his neck, Ezekiel pleaded his innocence, saying that he was just "tryin' to hep the young missus." After they stood him up, John Wolcott hung a sign around his neck that read "FOR ACCOSTING A WHITE WOMAN" and spat in his face. Then he joined the other men as they pulled Ezekiel up into the tree, just shy of midnight. When he returned home, the doctor assured him that his wife was fine, but had apparantly suffered from sunstroke. The doctor also assured him that she definitely had not been raped. Pastor Wolcott went to his wife relieved, but suddenly overcome with guilt that he, a man of God, had just participated in the murder of a man that was just trying to help his ailing wife. So overcome with guilt and anguish was he, that the next day, with the same rope, the very same noose that he tightened around Ezekiel Settles' neck, he committed suicide by hanging himself from the same branch. According to the note that he left, "It is befitting and just that I should take mine own life as I have taken another's. With that same rope that I hanged an innoscent man, from the same branch in the same tree. May God forgive me my sins." Some say that as he hung there, the last thing John Wolcott saw were the fireworks set off for the town's Fouth of July celebration. The Church is still there, and so is the tree upon which hung both Ezekiel Settles and John Wolcott, and nobody noticed anything unusual about it until one Fourth of July when, during the town's fireworks display, somebody saw what appeared to be the shadow of a hanged man on the trunk of the tree. It soon became a favorite spot for teens and ghosthunters to gather for Fourth of July celebrations, to see if they can see the shadow during the flashes. The town quit having a fireworks display in 1992, but occasionally, the shadow can still be seen in a camera flash. Nobody knows if it is the shadow of Ezekiel Settles, or the Pastor John Wolcott. drat. That was a lot longer than I meant it to be. TL:DR, a black guy gets lynched even though he didn't do anything, the preacher feels guilty and lynches himself, now people see a spooky shadow on the tree. fake edit: If there are any high school goons taking creative writing in summer school, feel free to turn that story in for a grade. I'm curious to see how I would have done. Donny Brook fucked around with this message at 10:33 on Jun 13, 2009 |
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Kush posted:I saw this right away and it still made me go 'oh poo poo!' I did these awhile back as more of an art project than an attempt to make them look authentic, but they fit the theme. I hope to do some others when I get home! ![]() ![]()
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Victor Surge posted:
All of the Slender Man stuff is good, though I think these three are the best. They seem more plausible. I also like the stories that accompany the first set of pics more-so than the other image 'storytelling' used in the other ones, but that's just me. Either way, keep up the good work.
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![]() Steinmen Woods Both subjects were hunting in the Steinmen woods four hours before sundown. Surviving subject states that while hunting both men grew uneasy as fog levels rapidly increased. A constant murmuring sound accompanied by a low hum eventually became apparent to the two men an hour after the fog increased. An object falling out of tree stuck one of the men in the left shoulder causing him to discharge his weapon. Object said to be the body of a man of unknown age. It was very precisely dissected, with major internal organs still contained within the rib cage in what looked to be clear bags. Surviving subject placed organ bag within backpack. Attack followed several minutes later after a "low children's laugh, like a giggle". Surviving subject ran until he reached his vehicle. Subject then drove to assumed safety. Backpack destroyed. Surviving subject is classified as a B7 witness. B7 witness to be placed in quarantine "Blind Box" until resolution. ![]() I honestly don't get what half this poo poo means. I'm done with this Slender Man stuff. It's starting to make me uneasy. It's like reading the GBS ghost story threads before I go to bed. Why do I have to look at this stuff while it's super late? ![]() Luckily, my friend is coming over. Victor Surge fucked around with this message at 04:13 on Nov 7, 2009 |
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![]() My friend is herejus camein barely made up staairs got pictur locked door but it s right there inthe hall dont look at its pictures it dosent want to be known about dont loo
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Victor Surge posted:
Oh jebus, this one is giving me the willies. Usually subtle works best but sometimes the blatant ones scare me more. I really want to read a slender man horror novel now. With pictures.
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slender man! ![]() edit: ![]()
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I think the Slender Man's tentacles need to be a little less obvious. It seems a lot less freakier if you can see them so clearly.
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I agree, its better when you don't notice them at first, and only later you realize just how alien the Sender Man is.
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Victor Surge posted:
He just wants to shake hands, you don't have to be a dick about it.
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Wow the Slender Man seems to be the the star of this thread. Very nice.
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Slender Man would make a pretty nice horror novel in the lines of "House of Leaves". Essentially, make the novel a collection of witness statements, newspaper clippings, pictures, drawings, articles discussing evidence for an against the slender man and, to tie it all neatly together, a few stories of people who want to track the slender man, unravel the mystery, And the kicker would be the last 20 or so pages would be missing, with only scraps of paper left, arranged as logically as possible, just excerpts, words, rips, ink stains, etc.
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ONITABAS posted:We were having a party and we kept hearing sounds of what could only be a giant. Later we found a pair of huge bright blue shoes in the backyard. Is that seriously Bill Nye in the background? Best. Thing. Ever.
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![]() Oh yes, it's coming. Seiyosa fucked around with this message at 00:42 on Jun 14, 2009 |
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21stCentury posted:Slender Man would make a pretty nice horror novel in the lines of "House of Leaves". Seconding this. I would buy it in a heartbeat.
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Victor Surge posted:A REALLY loving CREEPY STORY gently caress dude, I'm putting this in my next vampire: the masquerade campaign.
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That was awesome, victor. I hope you at least make it a short story or something. When you posted the part about the chest injuries it reminded me of the Dyatlov Pass incident that was posted in the Unsolved Mysteries thread: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dyatlov_pass_accident Wikipedia posted:and both Dubunina and Zolotarev had major chest fractures. The force required to cause such damage would have been extremely high, with one expert comparing it to the force of a car crash.Notably, the bodies had no external wounds, as if they were crippled by a high level of pressure. One woman was found to be missing her tongue.[1] After looking a little further, I found this picture - taken a day before the incident. ![]()
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It's easy to capture ghosts on film but these ghosts from the future showed up on the artist rendering of what the scene would have looked like as they worked out the wording of the Declaration of Independence........![]()
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WoodrowSkillson posted:I agree, its better when you don't notice them at first, and only later you realize just how alien the Sender Man is. Yeah, I wanted the last set of images to be more obvious, since the people taking the pictures kinda knew what they dealing with and therefore could get better shots (before it wiped them out), and I kinda wanted to bring it to a close. I'm glad everyone enjoyed it, although initially it hadn't been my intent to do more past the first picture post. What essentially inspired me was stuff like "The Rake", since that pretty much terrified me. Having an unearthly creature, such as a skinwalker or something, stalking you has always been much scarier than ghosts in my opinion. As for image assets, I used a lot. I have folder with about seventy different things in it. Victor Surge fucked around with this message at 04:40 on Jun 14, 2009 |
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TrenchMaul posted:That was awesome, victor. I hope you at least make it a short story or something. ![]() ![]()
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TheRiffie posted:I'm not usually one to get all bandwagony but Slender Man is honestly one of the most inspiring and sinister things I've seen lately. Something about it seems to strike some sort of primal 'wrong' chord.
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Slender Man is scaring the crap out of me for some reason
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Noobicide posted:Slender Man is scaring the crap out of me for some reason Same here! Holy crap! ![]()
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I feel like kind of tard, but what's The Rake?
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TheRiffie posted:I feel like kind of tard, but what's The Rake? quote:During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed. Sweet dreams. Also: the Slender Man scares the crap out of me too ![]()
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![]() Story and image sent to me from Linda Gallegher in Belmont, NC. "In 2004 my husband Scott and I found a beautiful Victorian-era home in a few towns over going for a surprisingly low cost. The house was in excellent condition despite being so old, so we jumped at the deal and purchased it. Our first night there, my two children, Adam and Nicholas, complained of the stairs creaking constantly. I told them the house was old and it was a little drafty; we had to reassure them there were no monsters living under the stairs. After that, our days went relatively uneventfully. Three months later, I awoke suddenly from a deep sleep to hear the sound of someone sobbing. Assuming it was Adam, my youngest, I ran to the kids' bedroom to check on them. They were sound asleep. The wailing continued. I hurried back to my bedroom and roused my husband. Once he was awake, he listened and heard it too. We left the room and went into the hallway, where we saw what appeared to be a wispy, headless human figure floating away from us. We froze and it disappeared into the bathroom. From that night on, we noticed strange occurences. Door would close and shut, especially the doors to the bathroom and the spare bedroom. I tried to get Nicholas to move into that bedroom so he would have his own, but he refused. He claimed a sad woman lived in there. One day after work I decided to do some research. In 1898, a decade after the house was built, a young woman by the name of Elizabeth Chester was found murdered in the bathroom, decapitated. Her murderer was her uncle, an untreated paranoid schizophrenic that frequently went into mad rages. Her body was buried in the cemetary two miles away from here, but her head was never found. After a week of constant reminders that someone else was there, the supernatural activity stopped for months. After a year, Nicholas felt comfortable to move into the guest bedroom and my husband decided to renovate it: replace the cracking wood floors and paint. One Saturday when Scott was tearing up the floorboards and I was downstairs watching TV, I heard his cry out in surprise. I hurried upstairs and into the bedroom. He turned to me, his face pale, and simply pointed at the hole in the floor. In it sat a human skull, yellowed with age and dusty. Beside it was a folded piece of paper. Uneasily, I reached in and picked it up. Unfolding it, I read it aloud: 'Elizabeth, my dear Elizabeth, your sweet face is to be hidden away safely forever. I trust not the men that court you, the lecherous swine that they are. Heaven is where you truly belong, my sweet Elizabeth, and I kept a part of you here with me to remind me of my favorite niece.' I turned to my husband, whose pale complexion suddenly seemed even more pallid. He stared at the wall, trying to speak but unable to form words. I glanced to where he stared and almost fainted in horror. A woman in a long Victorian gown stood before us, not wispy or transparent but plain as day. I could have reached out and touched her if I so desired. Her neck was severed completely; blood poured from the headless stump to the floor. After what seemed like hours, she turned to the window and disappeared. Quickly, I ran and got a towel. Tossing it over the skull, I picked it up and wrapped it safely. 'What are you doing?' Scott demanded. I told him that she meant us no harm, she merely wanted to be at peace. I told him to stay with the kids; I would be back soon. I took the skull with me to the cemetary, along with a small gardening shovel. I searched for an hour before I found her grave, the tombstone crumbling but her name clear: ELIZABETH CHESTER. The graveyard was most empty, and whatever people that were there were occupied with their own matters. Subtlely, I dug a small hole at the head of the grave and buried the skull under a foot and a half of soil. Since then, nothing has happened in our house. Nicholas complains of nothing in his bedroom, and our nights are worry-free. The picture I attached with this story is a picture that Scott took during the height of paranormal activity. My youngest Adam is the further to the left, while Nicholas is the third from the left. Here they are seen playing with the neighborhood kids. Quite clearly, you can see a figure to the back next to the tree. I have no idea what the yellow whisps in the foreground are. Hopefully, Elizabeth is at peace. Every once in a while, I swear I hear a faint whisper saying my name or 'I slumber.' I hope my story has been interesting and informative."
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TrenchMaul posted:
Noise tip: If you make the noise, then resize it like 300% bigger, it looks more like real digital camera noise.
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(Sorry for the quasi-derail) OK, the story is creepy enough, where's "The Rake" from? I can't find anything in SAclopedia or on Google. Oh, and I agree that Slender Man would make a great novel or movie. Gives me ideas and makes me want to write again.
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I feel stupid for asking this, but who is the Slender Man? And why does he remind me so much of the Chzo Mythos' Tall Man?
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Victor Surge posted:
Christ that looks like something out of the Mist. Beautiful job though!
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SirSamVimes posted:I feel stupid for asking this, but who is the Slender Man? Nobody in particular, he just got that name from the first image he was in, and everyone ran with it. And drat he is terrifying. Victor Surge and TrenchMaul posted:horrible horrible things Loving hell I hate you.
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Where did you get the source for Slender Man? Or was he done from a scratch?
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Kitten Cakes posted:I really enjoyed the back story for this one. ![]() Also, at first I wasn't really into Slender Man, but now I'm definitely into it.
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Ditto that the whole 'slender man' thing is fantastic. I actually thought it was a real photo at first that was a bit blurry and someone just came up with a story to make it "paranormal." What would be a cool way to continue the theme? Photoshop the slender man into things? MSP him so that it looks like a kid did it after seeing him?
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Splash Damage posted:Where did you get the source for Slender Man? Or was he done from a scratch? The Slender Man as an idea was made-up off the top of my head, although the concept is based on a number of things that scare me. The name I thought up on the fly when I wrote that first bit. The asset I used for a couple of the pictures was the creepy tall guy from Phantasm, which sadly I have not seen, and the others various guys in suits. All of the things that aren't the torso and legs, like the tentacles and Slender Man's face, were painted from scratch however. VVV For sure, no happy endings here. Then I would send a dude dressed like him to stand in the yards of all the people who bought and read the book. Victor Surge fucked around with this message at 17:15 on Jun 14, 2009 |
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I read this thread while in bed last night, and if you wanted to go off on a tangent about slender man haunting the dreams of those who research him, you'll be telling the truth. Not quite a nightmare as I didn't feel the usual fear that goes along with them, but very odd dreams that started with running from an apparition of him in the distance and ended with him catching up to me and ripping my chest open with his tentacles as I tried to fight back, at which point I woke up. I'd love to see the storyline extended and it would make a kickass movie or book if you promised it would end with the researcher being killed by Slender Man instead of a happy ending.
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# ? Sep 29, 2023 02:27 |
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Say, Victor, have you ever played any of the Chzo mythos games? (5 days a stranger, 7 days a skeptic, Trillby's Notes and 6 days a sacrifice)
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