Ken asks…
Okay so have you heard about this slender man story?
It is Fucking Amazing! I love it! its one of those things where its kinda hard to tell why its scary, but you just know it is
Here are some links, tell me what you think
Slender+Man
http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3150591&userid=0&perpage=40&pagenumber=3#post361861415
https://www.youtube.com/user/MarbleHornets ( go through the entries, they get scary!)
admin answers:
Weird it does seem scary
Helen asks…
I love telling scary stories and writing them?
I tell them to all people. I tell them stories like Suicide Of Squidward, slender man, Bloody Mary, Clown Statue, Humans can lick too, tails doll, zalgo. Then I wrote my story about a traumatized boy who is stuck in a house full of demons and has to prevent them from being unleaded to earth, a big sealed mansion.
Am I obsessed or just have a passion for it? I intend to have a show on tv and in YouTube telling scary stories or probably reviewing disturbing and scary stuff.
admin answers:
I think you just have a passion for it. You’re just not afraid to go there.
To others, they’re scary. To you, it’s like any other story.
Nothing wrong with it, people are just too scared so they think people who aren’t scared are weird.
My friend used to tell scary stories and we were only 7.
Lol, Suicide of Squidward.
Sandy asks…
Scary urban legends..?
What are some scary myths like slender man, bloody mary, baby blue, etc? I love reading scary stories and getting freaked out :D. Also feel free to share personal stories if you want.
admin answers:
– Pastry shop in Paris sold some sweet meat pies. Turned out to be the baker’s own customers. He used a trap door in his store, when he needed fresh meat.
– At night a driver picks up a girl hitch hiking. She is cold and he gives his coat. She takes it with her when she’s home. Guy drives off. But returns the next morning to get back his sweater. Turns out the girls mom tells him she’s already 5 years dead. Arriving at her tombstone, his coat is hanging there.
– A woman has terrible stomach pains. She is found death at her apartment. She had pleasured herself with lobster. The lobsters eggs nestled inside her, and after some time the eggs hedged.
– A man who is trapped in his Ice-truck dies from the cold. The next day people find out the fridge from his truck was unplugged.
– A carpenter who is installing carpet in some house loses his packet of cigarettes. He believes it is a bulge under the carpet. He starts jumping on it and hammering it with a hammer, else he would have to replace the whole carpet. So the bulge isn’t that visible anymore. Moments later his colleague finds back the cigarettes. The woman of the house finds out her hamster escaped again from its cage.
– A couple go eat at an Eastern restaurant. They have a little chihuahua with them. After the first course the man points at his dog to the waiter in order to get the little creature some water. The waiter nods as if he understands and takes the little dog back. The main course comes and it is just delicious. After dessert. The man asks where the dog is. The waiter smiles and points at the dish on the table.
– Two man are eating in a restaurant. One of them orders turtle soup. When he tastes the soup. He suddenly shuts up, looks at his compagnon, who starts sweating. The man jumps him and stabs him to dead with his knife. The two man and the wife of one of them were stranded on an island. One of the man starts searching for some coconuts in the jungle, when he returns he finds his buddy preparing some soup and his wife is gone. It’s turtlesoup, the buddy says. They got saved, the wife remained missing. In the restaurant the husband found out the soup he ate on the island didn’t taste as the turtle soup he was eating now. Realising what he had been eating, he killed his friend.
– lots more… (got tired typing, good luck)
William asks…
Scary Legends and jobs they involve?
Alright, ever since I was little I loved scary movies and stories of folklore. LIKE CRAZY! And even to the point when i got older I wanted to be a part of investigation as such. But I never knew what to do! Mythology was something my sister told me of studying, but I don’t care for the study of Greek Gods and other stuff which at my school that’s what it was all about. I love the idea of things unknown and wanted to always know more. My parents want me to become a cop since that was my second choice and refuse to support any idea for a future of anything else. But i still just love the idea. Slender man! Bunny man bridge curse! Even to popular “scary” things as vampires and werewolves. I love the idea of working or researching the paranormal, but don’t suggest me to become a ghost hunter; i hate when people do. Any job that deals with high paranormal cases? Or not, I do my own research and would love if people gave me things to look up. Or even schools that deal with this concept or colleges. Please just give me ideas! X(
Also, i want to deal with the investigation of supernatural CREATURES. Not ‘paranormal’ of ghost. I did a quick search right now and I kept finding the studying of “ghost hunting” :(
admin answers:
Look into cryptozoology its the study of unclassified or unknown creatures… Cryptozoologists look into things like the chupacabra or bigfoot you name it
Susan asks…
Please read my story? :D Thanks!?
I’m writing a story, and I need critique. It’s for school, I entered a writing competition thingy and I want to make sure it’s right! ^^.
It’s called Frozen. By the way. & I’m not done with it. I’m roughly almost done with the 2nd chapter. But I’ll post it anyways.
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Alaskan Border – 3:15pm.
“Ma’am, please put your bags here.” The Officer stood in front of my mom and I, He was a tall slender and muscular man from what I could tell. His clothes were draped in snow, but you could see the silver plate of metal with his name on it pierced onto his jacket. I turned my head to read it, I could make out Tom but I’m sure there were more letters. The wind pushed on, the snow brushing against my face. A sudden calamity fell over me, even from the ignorant talking behind me and the rush to get across the border, since… there had been a terrible incident further South. Where my mom, myself, and others lived. I really don’t know what happened though- I remember my mom screaming, others screaming too, and faint crying. Then I blacked out, when I awoke my mom was in the backseat of the car with me brushing my hair. She told me we had to evacuate the town, but that’s all she said. Then got out the car and held her hand out to grab mine. Next thing I know were here- at the Alaska Border. To be ‘safer’, my mom said. It’s scary not knowing, and even scarier when people all around you are bickering “were all going to die.” “Mya…Mya?” My mom pushed on my shoulder lightly. I shook my head, “Sorry mom. I was thinking.” She smiled and grabbed my hand, my mom’s touch was light.. and reassuring. I felt safe with her. It had been 7 years since I have seen her, I left with my father after the crazy divorce they had when I was 9. I moved in with her a month ago when dad had gotten arrested. He had told me not to trust her. But I don’t see why, she is my mother after all. The town around us was sad looking, everyone stared at us as we walked by. I gave off a warm smile, to win some mental trust with them. They did stare at us like we were animals. My mom let go of my hand and opened the front door to what it seemed like our new home. As I walked tword the door I stopped to examine the exterior. The house is made of solid steel. I walked into the doorway, my hand slithering to feel the steel, it wasn’t cold. It was warm. Even with the snow on it. “Weird.” I said to myself quietly and walked inside, my mom shutting the door and walking around. “Well it sure looks cozy.” She said in a cheery voice. She sat her coat down on the couch, and walked upstairs. I looked around, the lights were dim and the atmosphere was quiet. The house was really nice looking, The couches were leather- not animal hide like I would have expected. We had a television too, which was nice. At least I still get to watch my Family Guy at Eleven. The Kitchen was huge, almost giant like. I walked over to a cabinet and opened the door, It was fully stocked. “Ramen, Hamburger Helper, Cereal, Peanut Butter..” I turned around to meet my mom’s eyes. “They’ll be bringing our stuff in abit, then when you get ready you can set everything up, we’ll probaly be here for awhile anyways.” She managed a smile, and so did I. I walked past her, and I could feel her looking at me as I walked away. The stairs were creak-ish. I stomped on one just to make sure it was sturdy enough. “Your rooms on the left!” I heard my mom shout. As I walked up the stairs I noticed a door at the end of the hallway- It had “CAUTION: DO NOT OPEN!” written on it. As if this house couldn’t be freakier enough. I look to my left, and noticed my mom had written on the door “Mya’s Room.” I smiled and opened the door. The walls were a deep fuchsia color, and the floor was- none other than steel. I walked over the the bed my hands running over the surface of it. It was a Queen sized bed- much too big for me. But I guess it’ll have to do. The sheets were Zebra print and the covers were a plain Grey, they warmed up on contact. Looks like Alaska was more up to date than I thought it was. I slid my coat off and put it at the end of the bed, and slid off my uggs. I walked over to the vanity, the Mirror was pure clean, even no dust. I looked at the reflecting image- myself. My black hair hung long below, my eyes were coal like, and I was much to pale. Suddendly my flaws were pointed out to me. “Mya..” My mom said standing in the doorway, I looked back to her. “Wont you come down and help me with dinner? There are so many choices.” “Uhm… sure… mom.. I’ll be right there.” I smiled and turned around, messing with my hair until she left the doorway. As I heard her step on the steps of the stairs I let my arms fling down to my sides, I looked around. There was nothing to special about this room. I guess I’ll have to adjust to it. I turned around from my position and steadied myself around to the steps.
CHAPTER TWO.
I walked downstairs to meet my mom toying with everything in the kitchen
Btw: It didin’t post all of the 2nd chapter ><“!
So if you want more, just Email me!
:D Zelda100099@yahoo.com
My Email is pretty nerdy lol. Yah (:
admin answers:
It’s pretty good I guess but my advice to you is that once you’re finished writing, please correct your grammar and punctuation. When you write dialogue, you have to start a new paragraph when someone else is talking.
Incorrect : “Mya…Mya?” My mom pushed on my shoulder lightly. I shook my head, “Sorry mom. I was thinking.”
Correct: “Mya…Mya?” My mom pushed on my shoulder lightly.
I shook my head, “Sorry mom. I was thinking.”
Hope that helped! By the way, your chapters a little too short. I’d recommend you to make it longer if you’re writing a novel.
Linda asks…
Women, have you ever carried your man, or something really heavy?
Not just for a second, like over a minute.
I was once joking around after work with a few co-workers. We started betting on stupid stuff, then I half kidding bet Alisha $200.00 that she couldn’t carry me to my car. I figured it would be an opener to talk to her. She was puzzled, but then said “you’re on”, I said “no, I was just kidding” she insisted. We got up from the table and she was going to carry me out the restaurant to my car. I pleaded no as she started, I might have yelled “stop” as it was scary for some reason, and she was so beautiful and slender I didn’t want to hurt her. To make a long story short she carried me (165lb) man to my car. It made me look at women differently. I was blown away how a 5 foot 5 regular sized, attractive woman could do that. Really made me think if women are just putting on that they need someone to help them to carry a 30 pound box or something.
Any interesting stories
admin answers:
Yeah, I used to work in a place that regularly required me to move bags that weighed 50 pounds each. So I’d put one on each shoulder, and trot on down the length of the store. I might have been able to carry three bags at a time, but I would have had to have someone else put that third bag on me, as I’m quite short and I was slender at the time. I weighed about 115 when I was working there, so I was carrying nearly my own weight. I was a very active girl and young woman. My woodshop teacher in high school got a kick out of watching me wrestle with large pieces of wood and equipment, and refuse the boys’ offers of help. Oh, I accepted help when I needed it, but mostly I wanted to do it myself.
Now I DO need someone to carry a box that weighs less than 25 pounds, my arthritis is pretty bad. Some women might just be pulling out the old “I’m a dainty flower” card, and some might genuinely not be able to lift the box. It depends on whether or not that particular woman has tried to build up some muscle.
George asks…
How can I stop being scared of these things?
I know how to make myself stop being scared after I watch a scary movie. I tell myself it isn’t real.
but I read a creepy tale on the internet. Nobody knows if it’s real or fake. This scares me a lot. I get super freaked out by this sort of thing. I’m losing sleep over it. first it was the story of the rake http://community.livejournal.com/hauntings/613232.html (here’s a link if you haven’t read it)
Now it’s the story of slenderman. Slender+Man (another link) and even if it isn’t real, it’s super creepy!
But the thing that REALLY got me about slenderman is the fact that there is video footage of him. Just watch a few of the https://www.youtube.com/user/MarbleHornets videos, and you will get super scared.
I couldn’t get to sleep for a long time last night. Hours and hours. I was super scared and still am. Whenever I close my eyes I see him, and the story says that if you think of him (especially when you sleep) he will come and kill you!!! I’m so scared, I need help! Is this real? Should I be worried? How can I not be worried? How can I sleep better?
admin answers:
Fear is all in your mind. Do you ever notice how you feel enormously better about even the most frightening things when you have a friend nearby or the next day when it’s sunny outside? If you want to stop being afraid of scary stories or movies I have only two suggestions:
(1) You do like many of my friends do and don’t watch or read anything that has the SLIGHTEST chance of being scary. This is not the best method, however, since scary things are sometimes unavoidable and all you’re doing is ignoring your problem.
(2) Master your mind. This is much harder but much more worthwhile. When you watch or read something scary, remember that the only way you’re even scared of it in the first place is because it’s just entered your mind. Think about it, if these things are real then they were real long before you ever heard of them. And did they hurt or affect you then? No, they didn’t. So why be afraid of them now? The mind is very powerful, and by imagining things to be real, you create reality. So make sure the one you create isn’t a scary one and you’ll be fine.
Donald asks…
How does this God sound for my story?
Panego, the malevolent god of glory, lightning, mornings, and royalty. He’s my villain.
Panego appears as a tall, slender humanoid with the black-colored head of a lion, white eyes, long black nails, salty-white legs, a long tail with black hair at the end, pearly-white teeth, an inky-black tongue, and draped in a loincloth adorned with jewels and precious stones. But in his more terrifying form; he has a long dragon mouth with knife-like teeth, white gums and black juicy saliva, black and white eyes, flowing dusty black mane, a bony body bloated with pustules and spider veins, long wrinkled hands and black/white flexible claws, and an elastic tail with barbed needle-like hair at the end. His voice is both soothing and piercing, soft as cotton but sharp as glass.
Panego has a very strong misanthropic bias; he hated all mankind for all their problems, difficulties, mixed moralities, complexities, and for their foul ‘stench’. He pretty much had a black-and-white view of human beings. When he gained power of his own, he united all the dark creatures, spirits of disasters, minotaurs, harpies, hags and goblins into following him as their King and God. Panego is a cold, cruel, gleefully sadistic, proud, narcissistic, cannibalistic, brilliant, indifferent, raging Machiavellian who can keep calm and cool. He also can be dignified and can admit defeat slightly disappointed but unashamed and at ease. He does not care where the spirits of men go, so long as they don’t exist on the planet earth, but he has a special afterlife of his own, the unreal Hows; a place where men give up their existing reality to become mythical and legendary, thus not real in reality but a figment of imagination and legend. Unexistence is much terrifying than death; you have neither sent, sound, odor, or visibility, or just thin air with no voice or touch.
He has powers of mimicry, changing shape, swallowing victims whole, create lightning in the shape of serpents and scorpions, manipulate reality, invulnerability, enhanced durability, reflexes, agility and stamina, elastic tail, sonic roaring, emitting putrid smells of salt, power over air, super strength, night vision, cold/fire-breathing, mind-reading, projection, anomalous perturbation, disfiguration and possesses many bacteria, diseases and viruses.
Does he sound like a goth/panda/zebra-man? How else can I make him scary? and do my ideas sound putrid? even though I sometimes post the same ideas (but I do so for the changes I make).
and is being badass sound cliche? and will it offend goths? (I meant for him to be motley, which is what Medieval People thought Death wore).
admin answers:
Sounds great…
But I would take away the “god of the morning” part.
It makes him sound less evil.
Paul asks…
Smile.jpg, what’s the deal?
I just wanna know why so many people are afraid of it? I saw it, wasn’t a huge deal to me. Sure it pops into my head often after just seeing it today but it doesn’t really bother me. It’s not like the picture itself can haunt me or harm me in any way. It’s just a picture, a fake one at that. And I also read the stories of the suicides behind it, but since it IS a Creepypasta and all, I’m sure that’s all fake as well. So many people talk about it and how scary it is, but I just don’t get it. Why do so many people get scared from it? Just for the record, the whole thing IS 100% fake right?
I DO get freaked out easily (Slender Man had me afraid for like 6 weeks), so please refrain from saying anything that might scare me if I’m missing something lol. Thanks :)
admin answers:
Its not scary. Nothing on the internet is scary.
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