Favorite Spooky Stories You've Found Online

[WeirdRaptor]

Hey, Salzmark, this isn't a creepypasta, but it is a dang good crime thriller. It's about an hour long, so watch in as many chunks as you need and take as long as you need, but I'd love to know what you think  about this one:

[Salzmark]

This is fun: someone has adapted one of my stories into an animated YouTube video (with my permission, of course). He actually posted it a couple months ago but just notified me now! Anyway, here it is:

[WeirdRaptor]

Dec 27, 2019 19:56:49 GMT -6 Salzmark said:

This is fun: someone has adapted one of my stories into an animated YouTube video (with my permission, of course). He actually posted it a couple months ago but just notified me now! Anyway, here it is:

You lucky bastard.

[Salzmark]

Dec 27, 2019 20:06:09 GMT -6 WeirdRaptor said:

Dec 27, 2019 19:56:49 GMT -6 Salzmark said:

This is fun: someone has adapted one of my stories into an animated YouTube video (with my permission, of course). He actually posted it a couple months ago but just notified me now! Anyway, here it is:

You lucky bastard.

It’s kinda weird to read the comments because everyone’s praising the animator/narrator for the twist, and I’m thinking, “Hey, I’m the one wrote it!” Seriously, though, I’m delighted he decided to adapt it.

[WeirdRaptor]

Dec 27, 2019 20:55:25 GMT -6 Salzmark said:

Dec 27, 2019 20:06:09 GMT -6 WeirdRaptor said:

You lucky bastard.

It’s kinda weird to read the comments because everyone’s praising the animator/narrator for the twist, and I’m thinking, “Hey, I’m the one wrote it!” Seriously, though, I’m delighted he decided to adapt it.

They're probably basing their perception on the common practice of narrators often tidying up stories to make them more palpable. A lot of creepypastas that are hailed as classics became so popular because they were "rescued in post" by an influential narrator deciding to clean up some of the grammar and maybe even word the twist better, sometimes even just cutting unnecessary lines. I don't remember the exact examples, but there have been any number of times when I've decided to read a 'pasta in its original written form after listening to a killer reading and been like "Wow, they really cleaned this story up for their narration."

As an unfortunate result, the original authors get marginalized quite a bit, even in cases where the story didn't require any/much touching up.

[Salzmark]

Found two good ones:

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/diuucz/my_sugar_daddy_asks_me_for_weird_favors/

www.scp-wiki.net/scp-049

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Here are three clown horror stories I like. Especially the third beginning at around 6:20.

[WeirdRaptor]

Jan 28, 2020 8:37:01 GMT -6 Salzmark said:

Found two good ones:

https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/diuucz/my_sugar_daddy_asks_me_for_weird_favors/

www.scp-wiki.net/scp-049

I love The Plague Doctor from SCP! He's easily one of my favorite creations from the whole site! There's just something inherently ominous about that old Plague Doctor mask before you even get into what he does, which is beyond horrifying.

[WeirdRaptor]

Jan 28, 2020 9:00:59 GMT -6 @snakeeyes43 said:

Here are three clown horror stories I like. Especially the third beginning at around 6:20.

Nice find! That was a good listen.

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Jan 28, 2020 14:11:18 GMT -6 WeirdRaptor said:

Jan 28, 2020 9:00:59 GMT -6 @snakeeyes43 said:

Here are three clown horror stories I like. Especially the third beginning at around 6:20.

Nice find! That was a good listen.

You should check out his other stuff too. All of his videos are themed around a different location, job, or situation. Some of my other favorites are his food delivery driver one and the ones where he explores creepy internet videos.

[WeirdRaptor]

Jan 28, 2020 14:36:19 GMT -6 @snakeeyes43 said:

Jan 28, 2020 14:11:18 GMT -6 WeirdRaptor said:

Nice find! That was a good listen.

You should check out his other stuff too. All of his videos are themed around a different location, job, or situation. Some of my other favorites are his food delivery driver one and the ones where he explores creepy internet videos.

Oh, this is Mr. Nightmare. I've not seen this particular video, but I am subscribed. He's usually very solid, I agree.

[Salzmark]

If this is real, which I doubt, it has to be a dream (honestly, a bedazzled Glock?). Still, I found it creepy—especially because my family goes to a similar cabin:

By u/PumpkinSpiceWhatever on Reddit:

This took place when I was 13. No one in my family will acknowledge it happened, the only ones who would cave to my “but great grandpa...!!!” have unfortunately passed away. No one will give me the time of day about it.

My family has a cabin in Cook’s Forest, Clarion, PA. Cabin was built by my great granddad, and has expanded a bit over the years but has a nice little nook at the bottom of a long dirt road off the main road and down a hill. There are a few other properties around, but most are up and off on the dirt road, only one is down the hill and only halfway at that. It’s not modern by any means; no internet, cell service, the TV still has dials you have to twist to get to watch a DVD. It’s very rustic and I love it.

The property halfway down the hill is visible from any part at the front of our cabin, which is where the kitchen window, parking, porch, and fire pit are. For as long as anyone can remember, it’s been this abandoned lot that had what was once a cabin with a concrete basement. The cabin was built on a hill so half the basement stuck out from the hill, but the remaining part was crumbling. It also was at the fork where we would ride our ATVs to get to the firebreak, so even though it could’ve been creepy it was a very common and familiar sight.

Until one Memorial Day, which is when we opened the cabin after the winter and a large part of our family would go to the cabin for the long weekend to spend time together. Everyone would usually get there through the early evening, and then all come together for my great granddad’s dinosaur pancakes for breakfast (The highlight of my single digit to preteen years).

So I wake up, expecting to smell pancakes and hear chatter from the older members of my family down in the kitchen, but nothing. I assume I’ve gotten up too early, and go downstairs to use the bathroom and then go back to sleep. Looking back, the whole upstairs was just mattresses with an aisle between them, I should have noticed that most beds were empty.

I get downstairs and see all the adults outside, and I go out to say good morning and demand my T-Rex pancakes. I walk out and see all my family adults in a kind of semicircle facing an older man and a woman I didn’t recognize. I assume this is some adult situation so I go back inside to wake up my cousins, but not before looking at the clock on the microwave and seeing that it’s about 3pm.

Now, I LOVED the cabin. I’d doodle the cabin itself, 4 wheelers, and the area around it for months leading up to Memorial Day weekend. I was usually up at the ass crack of dawn because I was so damn excited to just be there. Sleeping until 3pm was not in any way normal.
I wake my cousins up and by the time they all mosey downstairs the adults are all back inside. Everyone is pretty silent but then great grandpa fires up the stove and gets us kids excited for dino-cakes, so all seems normal.

I was there with my one of my aunts and my uncle, no parents, and my aunt is pretty close in age to me and was for sure the “cool aunt”. So when I saw her pale as a sheet I went to ask what’s wrong.
She took me outside and pointed at the aforementioned abandoned and crumbling property. In its place was a sprawling cabin-mansion, parking area full of SUVs and the coolest looking 4 wheelers my 13 year old self had ever seen. Aunt tells me that the owners had come to say hi (the couple I saw earlier) and invited us over to hang out with their nieces and nephews, as they were having a Memorial Day get together just like us.

Me, having zero thought besides AWESOME 4 WHEELERS, almost ran to the house but my aunt caught me and rather forcefully reminded me of my dino-cakes. I conceded and ran back inside, to an atmosphere so thick with tension that even my undeveloped brain (thanks dr mom) could detect it. The oldest of the adults were acting normal and playing around with us kids, but something was very off. I finally asked wtf was up, and my aunt bonked me in the head and asked if I had seen that massive cabin-mansion last night, last year, the year before? We’d come to the cabin every few weeks until December, did I see any construction? Well...no..but they invited us over and they have cool 4 wheelers aunt Beth come on!!

A resounding NO from multiple family members made my emotional girl self almost flee and cry, until my grampie (a 6’7” hulk of a man) got down to my level and explained that he felt there was something weird going on. He said the couple didn’t act right, I assumed that meant they were rude, and that we should just keep to ourselves this weekend. I agreed and we went about our day, all adults keeping us occupied with activities either inside or behind the cabin.

We get ready for bed when I see my great granddad (WWII vet) who had the only bedroom on the first floor loading 3 shotguns, handing one off to my grampie and the other to my uncle/cool aunt’s husband. To my shock and awe, my Gramie pulls out a (bedazzled) Glock from her purse. I go to bed with images of my little Gramie taking down a bunch of bad guys with her shiny pistol.

I wake up the next day to the smell of pancakes and the sound of adults chatting downstairs. I’m sad because today is when we have to pack and leave, but things seem back to normal so I’m very glad. I run downstairs, note that the clock says 7:30, but ignore the weirdness and sit in front of a plate of dino-cakes that I dig in to, while asking my aunt what time we have to leave.

“Leave? We don’t leave until tomorrow.” Wait, what day is it? “It’s Saturday, we just got here last night.” I notice just a bit of doubt in my aunt’s eyes that I know something is up, and I run outside. The abandoned lot is back to its decrepit state. I resolve to brush it off and enjoy my ATV riding, and forget about everything pretty quickly.

It wasn’t until I got back to school and was called to the main office where the asked why I wasn’t at school on Monday. I told them that today was Monday, wtf are they talking about. Nope, it’s Tuesday, and my absence was unexplained despite several calls (I skipped school frequently) to my parents (divorced) neither of which were at the cabin.

So either my family played the trick of all tricks on me, or I’m living in an alternate universe where I can sleep into the afternoon. Like I said, no one will even remotely entertain a conversation about this incident, so I’m left telling my fellow redditors about my family’s conspiracy against me lol.

Link: www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/95bsre/seriouseerie_towns_disappearing_diners_and_creepy/e3spbem/

[Salzmark]

I liked this one in the same thread, by u/Letha0al, as well:

My story is a little smaller: a house that I grew up in in Tennessee had two rooms that I used to play in that don't exist.

In the downstairs, there was a larger open space that just about ran the length of the house with rooms splitting off of it. There was a bedroom with a sliding glass door to the outside, a mostly unfinished bathroom, another spare bedroom, and a laundry room. However, growing up, I regularly played in another spare bedroom and a storage room down there that don't exist and my parents could never find ( so I confused the hell out of them).

To the right of the second bedroom was an empty-ish third one. It had a spottled blue wallpaper and wall cover in floor length mirror, like the peach room to the left. There was a large bed and in-wall shelving, but that was about it, unlike the peach room to the left, which my mum used for her storage. Of the two non-existential rooms, I could find this blue room the least often. When we were packing to move, I left a box of my toys in this room and was unable to find the room again to retrieve it.

The storage room would pop up next to the laundry room, where there was absolutely no room for it. It was a large room with multiple stand-alone metal shelves with boxes of junk. I pulled an old sterling silver vanity set out of this room, with a mirror, brush, and comb, which confused the hell out of my folks because they couldn't know where I got it. I also got an old book in Hebrew out of here: white paper-back, a bit large, with a color-printed front. My folks, again confused, just gave it to a woman at their church who could read it.

So, yeah. Weird disappearing, non-existent rooms. I clearly remember them and I absolutely got things from that storage room, but no one else could see them, and I couldn't even find them all the time. Oak Ridge, TN, in a two story house with woods and a small mountain behind in. Sorry, can't remember the street.

[WeirdRaptor]

Jan 28, 2020 16:26:24 GMT -6 Salzmark said:

I liked this one in the same thread, by u/Letha0al, as well:

My story is a little smaller: a house that I grew up in in Tennessee had two rooms that I used to play in that don't exist.

In the downstairs, there was a larger open space that just about ran the length of the house with rooms splitting off of it. There was a bedroom with a sliding glass door to the outside, a mostly unfinished bathroom, another spare bedroom, and a laundry room. However, growing up, I regularly played in another spare bedroom and a storage room down there that don't exist and my parents could never find ( so I confused the hell out of them).

To the right of the second bedroom was an empty-ish third one. It had a spottled blue wallpaper and wall cover in floor length mirror, like the peach room to the left. There was a large bed and in-wall shelving, but that was about it, unlike the peach room to the left, which my mum used for her storage. Of the two non-existential rooms, I could find this blue room the least often. When we were packing to move, I left a box of my toys in this room and was unable to find the room again to retrieve it.

The storage room would pop up next to the laundry room, where there was absolutely no room for it. It was a large room with multiple stand-alone metal shelves with boxes of junk. I pulled an old sterling silver vanity set out of this room, with a mirror, brush, and comb, which confused the hell out of my folks because they couldn't know where I got it. I also got an old book in Hebrew out of here: white paper-back, a bit large, with a color-printed front. My folks, again confused, just gave it to a woman at their church who could read it.

So, yeah. Weird disappearing, non-existent rooms. I clearly remember them and I absolutely got things from that storage room, but no one else could see them, and I couldn't even find them all the time. Oak Ridge, TN, in a two story house with woods and a small mountain behind in. Sorry, can't remember the street.

Freakin' Narnia gateways!

[Salzmark]

Again, possibly not true, but a neat r/askreddit story, this one from u/BrooklynOatmealCooky:

This will probably get buried, but two years ago, myself and two other people were camping in Yellowbottom, which is in the Cascades of Oregon.

About 3 am I woke up hearing what sounded like a bunch of people having a campfire party. Nothing huge, not even scary, just, talking, laughing, stuff like that. I was kind of pissed since we'd specifically come up to get away from the college kids and such, and now somebody had set up camp what sounded like less than 100 yards away. But I couldn't see fire or light through the tent walls, and since that was my big concern, fire in the woods, I just kind of ground my teeth about it and went back to sleep.

About an hour later, I wake up again, this time somebody's let a little kid start crying, and it's really annoying. Like, not wailing but just sniffles, that long term crying that kids do. I listen for about five minutes and since I'm NOT a monster, I've kind of got this prickly feeling that maybe there's trouble. You know, little kid crying all alone, where the hell are its parents, etc...

I started to get up and my friend, who I though was sleeping, grabs my arm, just about giving me a heart attack, and says "Don't go out there. Just wait."

He knows the woods better than me, and he sounded actually scared, so I sit and wait, and yeah, a few minutes later, the crying stops and the party starts back up. But the weird this is, I can't really pinpoint now what direction the party is coming FROM, because I was trying to tell if maybe it was a group who had found the kid and now they were all talking together, but I couldn't tell what direction it was from.

The party went on for about another hour, just until dawn, then all of a sudden, nothing. Like, cut off in the middle of a laugh silence. I was completely freaked out by then and I think I might have made a noise when it just stopped like that. My friend, who hadn't even sat up the entire time, just said "Stick Indians" and then rolled over and fell back asleep.

I got up when the sun was finally completely up and made coffee and kind of looked around but I'm not brave like that and didn't go far. But there was nothing, no campfire, not tents I could see through the trees, nothing.

We packed up that day and I asked him what a 'stick indian' was and he wouldn't tell me, had to come back and google it, and even now I'm not sure if what's online is true or made up or what, but if you look it up, apparently it's some kind of Yaquina forest spirit that lures people out by making noises like crying babies or people having a party and then... I don't know. Eats them, or something.

So that's my creepy thing in the woods, I don't have any proof but people who know the Pacific North West, it was WAY up Yellowbottom, past the official camps, on the left hand fork of the main road, down that logging road and right by the river. The campsite with the huge fallen over dead trees. That one.

Me, I've never been back up there. No sir.