Huntsville Camping Trip
I went camping about 3 weekends ago in the Huntsville national forest in Texas. Me and 3 friends that came home for the weekend, they are all in college and usually we all get together at least once a year, old friends from high school. For the camping trip we planned to go backpacking deep in the forest, live off of fish that we catch and animals that we can trap. We have been doing this for awhile in Texas and in numerous places, Arizona, Colorado (if anyone is familiar with the Spanish peaks there), New Mexico, so we‘re pretty much used to anything you‘d encounter out there.
It was my turn to pick where we went camping, so I chose Huntsville (more accurately it’s Huntsville/New Waverly). So we drive up there park our car in a camping park spot and start walking off into the forest. We had some laughs along the way, everyone catching up with each other’s lives. We walked until it started to get dark and set up camp where we stopped. Everyone gathered wood to make a fire and we set our tent up. And we do what we always do: try and scare each other with weird stories.
Around this time we started to smell something very faint. It was noticeable, but not overbearing. We couldn’t put our finger on what it was, so we just carried on. Mike had to go piss and he walked off in the forest. A second later he come running back, piss all down his jeans like he’d missed really bad. Immediately we all crack up and throw some jokes at him. Then we noticed that he was white as snow and trying to catch his breath. He starts screaming for us to follow him, and runs off.
We all get serious and go follow him, not knowing what the problem was. We start to hear a faint scream and crying in the distance, in the direction we were running. It was pitch black away from the camp and Mike had the only flash light (we left ours at the camp, he had his from his trip taking a piss), so at this stage we didn’t have much choice but to follow the light, which was frantically pointing here and there in front of him.
The scream gets closer and Mike starts to slow down. We then notice a ratty old cabin that looked like it was abandoned, except for a faint light that we could see from one of the old mildew covered windows. The crying was intense: whoever it was couldn’t breathe enough to let out a full yell. We all followed Mike up to the front door and we could all hear the crying from inside. As soon as he knocked on the door it stopped.
We all waited and heard really heavy footsteps walking fast to the door. There was a giant slam against the door and the sound of a bolt unlocking. Then nothing. We waited for a bit, knocked a few more times, but still nothing happened. We walked around the house (there was no fucking way any of us were leaving each other’s side) and noticed a window, which was a good way up. Alex took a deep breath and said asked us to give him a boost so he could see inside. Me and Mike lifted him up to the window. We watched him brush away dirt and webs from the window and place his face close to the window to try and see something.
There was a quick beat. Then suddenly he breathed in fast and let out a loud scream. Then he fell back from the window, screaming bloody murder the whole way. We all tried to calm him down but he was hysterical. We went to him but he started to shake, punch, kick, you name it, and then took off towards the camp.
None of us wanted to be separated so we all ran close behind him. We caught up to him and grabbed him and set him down. The fire was dying out so I grabbed some nearby wood that we collected added it to the fire. My hands were shaking and I had to do something. I went back to Alex and we all tried to calm him down. He wouldn’t he kept screaming and was breathing so hard that he eventually fainted.
All of us are terrified now, and we all kept the fire high until sunrise. Periodically Alex kept waking up, screaming just like before. By sunrise he was up and looked catatonic, just mumbling to himself and whimpering.
Me and Mike decide to go look at the cabin now it was daylight. We searched where we thought it was, except there was nothing there. Nothing at all. The indistinct smell from last night had now grown into a very strong smell of something dead, something stale. We headed back to the camping site. When we got there we found Alex had chewed into the sides of his face and swallowed so much blood that he was throwing up. John was at his back, and he looked like he was about to die from exhaustion. I guess we all looked that way, I just didn’t notice until I saw his face. Alex said quietly that we need to leave. Now.
We all started to pack up the tent. It started to rain really heavily (it was about noon) and the sky started to grow really dark. Alex started to go into a panic. He went and grabbed a big stick and yelled at us to leave it and leave, now, or he‘d knock us out and drag us out of there himself. Mike started to yell at him, and they started to fight. We broke it up and finished packing, and then started to make our way back. After a little while we arrived at a creek we had crossed the previous day, only it was flooded over, and the water was moving to fast for us to cross it. Alex started to scream again, yelling at Mike for taking his time packing up the tent when we could have gotten out of here. This went on for a while until we finally convinced Alex to calm down and tell us what happened.
He said as soon as he put his face to the glass, a face on the other side did the same thing, and started to smile really big. It had dark eyes and a dark mouth which was much bigger then Alex’s, as the smile got as large as it could. A giant shadow behind it swung something down and sliced it‘s face off. The face was stuck to the window, and he said it started to laugh quietly as it slid down. Mike, still pissed off (and though he wouldn‘t admit it, beginning to get freaked out), started to argue with him again. We eventually started to follow the creek for a way to cross.
We then started to see toys floating in the creek. Really old toys, old Barbie dolls and baby dolls. This wasn’t like any old trash floating in the creek, though… this was a lot of barbies, a lot of baby dolls. One washed towards the side and Mike picked it up. It had some kind of voice chip that was dying and started to say some gurgling words we couldn’t understand, followed by it’s sad excuse for laughter. Then it sounded like it was whispering. We thought the batteries must be dying, he threw it down.
We kept going, and the sun was starting to set. Alex was freaking out more now, and was whimpering and breathing heavily. We all started to see shadows move behind trees, something we all called BS on until we all were seeing it. It was barely light out and we stop as we see the cabin right in front of us. None of us knows what to think. Mike says “This is bull, I’m going in there.” Alex tries to stop him. We all do, all of us just wanted to go home. Mike says to all of us to fuck off, do our own thing, he doesn’t care anymore, this is all bull.
We start to hear hundreds of the same sort baby doll as before, laughing, whispering and trying to sing. We start to move forward past the cabin, all of us, and kept pushing forward. We smelled something dead in the air, something stale. The same something as before. We started to hear something crying, and something screaming. We kept on going. We eventually crossed the creek and left the woods. We get back to our vehicle and got in. Its pitch black, and we drive. We are about to get on the 45 to Houston but the road is under construction and can’t be accessed. It points to a detour. As we head towards the detour it seems to be small, bumpy dirt road going into the woods.
We then see a young girl come up to us. She looks like she was in trouble, young and pretty. She approaches the passenger side door and she looks like she‘s really drugged up, or beaten up. Alex doesn’t roll down the windows, nor does he open the door. She reaches for the handle and he immediately locks it. She puts her face on the window and starts to smile really big. We floor it, Alex starts to cry and scream and we are all breathing heavy. We finally cut on a street that takes us to the 45 and we take it the whole way. When we get back to my apartment everyone doesn’t know what to say and we all break apart and go our separate ways.
Mike messages me later and says he is going to go back. I try to convince him not to and all he does is say it was our own minds that were screwing with us. I think he just went to prove to himself he wasn’t scared. I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don’t go out anymore, I just stay in and don’t answer the door. Last week everyone I met was acting really strange, people that I knew for a long time and total strangers. My own dad, when I went to his place to eat supper with him he just watched me, strangely, when I was sitting down. He didn’t say a word the whole time. I kept asking him “What’s wrong?” He just slowly shook his head.
When I was leaving to go home I turned to wave. He had black eyes and an open mouth like he was in pain. When I started to walk back he shut the door and bolted it. I stayed there knocking and knocking. Nothing. I called him, his phone was disconnected. I even called the police. Halfway through the questions they were asking me the connection started to fade into static. I could hear a faint mumbling, singing and laughing.
Mike has completely vanished. There is not even a record of him being alive. When I call Alex’s house they talk to me like I’m some salesman. They say they don’t know any Alex and to please stop calling. The person who tells me that is Alex‘s mother. I can’t get ahold of John. Someone knocked on my door and when I went to look I saw a face completely covering the peephole and a giant smile started to form.
I called the cops again and instead of it turning into static they got really strange. “Sir, are you affected by any drugs at the moment?” “No.” “Are you coming home anytime soon?” “Excuse me?” “Come home.” and the phone call ended. My mail slot swings every now and then. Someone is sliding pieces of baby dolls through it. I try to call people now and all I can hear is static and bad baby doll noises and this crying and screaming. My TV is busted but when I go to piss I can hear it on. I might be going insane.
Whoever lives above me started to scream in pain and crying deeply recently. I hear giant footsteps from their apartment, I hear bangs and something falling to the ground. From the neighbours to the right of my apartment I hear what sounds like a baby that never gets tended too and then it sounds like a baby doll whose batteries are dying. My phone has been ringing now and it’s Alex telling me things in a language that I have never heard before, nor could even manage to repeat. I kept getting emails of pictures of black and small colorations, now I can’t even access my email. Someone knocks on the door, then they slam against it. I hear the bolts unlocking one by one and I run to make sure to lock all of them back.
Then, I sit down and begin to cry.
i dun get it, someone plz explain?
Wtf o__o;
Longstory was looong, the face bit creeped me the fuck out.
WE HAVE TO GO BACK!
This is really awesome for a “classic” ghost story.
Hm.
I liked it.
ive read this before, this is a slightly longer version tho. rewritten? idk anyways, i love it, very well done, and how the author leaves you to piece together the haunting by the reacurring instances that freak you out. its just great
Creeped me out
I actually really liked this one! Just when I thought it was going to wind down, it’d pick back up again and go in a new direction. Good job. =D
Just gonna say this before someone inevitably makes another lame comment.
These “THEN WHO WAS” references aren’t funny anymore, thanks to everyone milking the shit out of it.
No, you aren’t funny or original. Shut up.
Horrific, and yet leaves many questions unanswered. Want more.
Nice, finally a good one on here.
I really like the plot, but the grammar in some places made me want to scream.
Eh. I think this is far too reminiscent of the Blair Witch Project to be frightening (not to mention the shoddy writing).
BUT WHO WAS ZERGALLNIGHT?!
zergallnight.
so..
BUT WHO WAS SHIT?
THEN WHO WAS FACE?
I think this was better than the original. Don’t you reckon there could be more explanation of the social isolation he feels? It seems a wee bit rushed at the end.
Decent, but the grammar was bad, and the tendency to spontaneously change tenses mid-paragraph irritated me.
Ted the Caver meets the Blair Witch…interesting!
This is one of the few stories I can read multiple times and enjoy it every time. The grammar doesn’t bother me that much. Then again, I’m no writer.
Holy flying crap that scared the f*ck out of me.
it had a bunch of really, really fucking good ideas
but there was no unifying concept to be afraid of
it was like this haunted house by my house where it’s SCARY VAMPIRES GHOULS BLAHHH then it takes you into a glow-in-the-dark jungle where you’re supposed to be afraid of black people with spears
I agree with 12.
I loved the story, but the grammar could’ve been better.
MAN NIGGAH!
THIS SHIT WAS LONGGG BITCH!
And BTW
THEN WHO WAS FACE?!
Wow. I love this story :]
Overuse of parenthesis in the beginning,
Bad bad grammar at some places,
But the story was still eerie as fuck.
Pretty damn good in my opinion.
The grammar pulled me out of the story a couple times, but overall it was extremely creepy. Like, holy-bejeezus-what-the-hell-omg-omg-omg-omg kind of creepy.
read over 90000 times
THEN WHO WAS SMILE?!
that was good, it makes me want mooore
hahaha
I think that the idea behind the creepypasta was pretty amazing
It’s one of the better ones I’ve read recently.
Good job
It reminds me of that freaky Zicam commercial. I never see it on during the day, only late at night. This lady takes some nasty medicine and her face turns green. Then she takes the Zicam and smiles and her mouth just gets bigger and bigger until she’s almost literally smiling from ear to ear.
Just found the green lady on youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwmpHSs2GWM&feature=channel_page
THEN WHO WAS PISSY COMMENTER?
oh wait it was zergallnight
BUT WHO WAS MIKE?
hahahahah just kidding.
this is one of my favorites. very creepy, even thought it ended a bit abruptly
OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE, I COULDN’T SLEEP FOR A FUCKIN’ WEEK AFTER THIS ONE. D8
Wow I really like itt! Proabably one of the best pasta Ive ever read.
Aside from being kind of poorly written in the first half or so, it was really frigging awesome.
THEN WHO WAS FACE?
Splendid indeed.
Creeped me the fuck out xD
The description of the face sliding down the window was a bit much (it should have been kept vague, or he should simply never have explained what he saw) but otherwise I loved this story and its vague, unspecified phenomenon (my favorite kind)
a fairly good pasta, only killed by the writing style…as if the storyteller was tellin the story in a hurry…all in all, 3/5 =)
i literallly have the biggest boner ever rite now
Ah another pasta.
And another opportunity to post random crap
Spinach is very healthy when boiled
The cat did not die of curiousity but of a spear to it’s head
My comments may seem philosophical but in reality I just pull it out of my ass
OMR HOT WELLDONE SOSAJE IN MAH MOUTH!1!!!11
Ha, I can’t believe they fell for it. I scared the shit out of them.
@45/46 - Why are you talking to yourself?
jesus tapdancing christ that’s good pasta. Creeeped me right out
This was “really” poorly written, but the concept of it was spooky. I just wish it made sense. At all.
Ah, camping.
It reminds me of sail cat.
Cool story.
anybody else keep a cereal bowl in the freezer so they may enjoy froot loops with frosty sub-zero goodness?
More like a “sampler” of miscellaneous scary stuff than a coherent story
they should totally make this into a movie it creeped me out and thats hard to do… not really lol but it was super good
Lol, #3.
WE HAVE TO GO BAAAAACK.
THEN WHO WAS FACE!?
srsly, who?
#3 and #56
YES, WE MUST GO BAAACK.
Brix mate, Brix. and I’m NEVER going camping EVER again. freaky stuff.
Strange. My saved version of the story is told from a woman’s prespective, with small differences, and in place of the last line, it ends like this:
What do I do? My electricity keeps dimming. My water, sinks, bath, shower, they all smell like something dead. I keep seeing a shadow of someone behind me raising something up in the air, and I just take off to the other side of the apartment with my head against the wall. I have boarded my windows shut; someone was throwing rocks through them. I never could see who. I have boarded my bedroom in; I hear crying and screaming in there now. And right now while I’m typing this, I can see in the computer screen, a reflection of a shadow behind me.
I think, WHO WAS PHONE?, that the answer to that is quite obvious - I suck cocks.
creepy concept, but written pretty badly.
When I read creepypasta, I tend to put myself in the main character’s position.
This pasta sounded like a horrible night terror. It genuinely scared me.
Thanks WWP.
The key to creepy horror is making sure to have just enough information to have the reader relate without providing so much as to stoke the fires of the the mind’s eye.
Sadly, this leaves very little to the imagination and becomes a bit redundant.
Ahem so much as to *not* stoke the fires’ of the mind’s eye.
Sheesh.
I gotta learn not to post in a nigh-comatose, ultra-sleepy state.
BUT WHO WAS PHONE?
im confused…. not about the story but but WHO WAS PHONE? some of your pastas are written so well and other are…quite bad… are you one person?
@me
I hate when newfags DON’T LISTEN.
Phone doesn’t write these, its a big compilation of creepy pastas from /x/ and other sources.
Ok, fist thing I have to say is OHMY FREAKEN HOLY CRAPPING CHRIST NUGGETS, it’ll be a miracle getting to sleep tonight. But other than that, I see alot of flaws with the story. Not with the grammar, but with the story itself. 1st: The first rule of any type horror movie is that if you see any questionable structure with any of the following problems: weird noises coming from it, windows that are only transparent enough to let the light of the room leak out, and/or strange odors coming from it; you go NOWHERE near it. Meaning Alex’s choice to look through the window was an easily avoidable mistake if he only trusted his gut (which I knew was telling him to run the fcuk away) and not his curiosity. 2nd: If you make the mistake of braking rule one, your only choice of action should be to screw your equipment and to get the crap out of there. Stalling for time only allows the baddies a chance to “get” you. 3rd: We should all know by now of the evils of one way dirt paved roads leading to the woods. I’m not going to go in depth of the idiocy involved with driving down one at night. and 4th: How does he survive? It’s obvious that the facemonsterthing wants to “get” him (refer to 2nd problem) but how did the protagonist get food? This story is prety good, and I’ll admit that I’m lucky I didn’t piss my pants in the process of reading it, but I have the tendency of finding and pointing out any coherence problems with common sence and physics so screw you. Good story, but could still use revision.
I really enjoyed this, and I’d love an expansion.
so…was that one of the stories they told at the campfire or something?
@32 kylee
D: Now everytime i see that commercial i’ll pee my pants…
@9 zergallnight
BUT WHO WAS SMILEH FACE?
HAHAHAHA
Mkay, i really liked this story. Sadly many grammatical and spelling errors and as #69 (lolol) points out too much STUPID-NESS.
FOOLISH AUTHOR YOU LACK COMMON SENSE!
heh-heh, i’ve always wanted to do that…
Anyways, much like a horror movie. lD
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Bagel-chan
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If they just cut it when the vehicle turned back into a road into the woods, near a cabin, that’d be a WAAAY better ending.
IT WAS ME. DUH.
Y SO SRS GAWD.
Bad, bad grammar. I was scared, not only by the story, but the grammar, too. It was a good Pasta.
Creepy. Want more.
Also, Ted’s Caving vibes. Just a bit.
Common sense is non-existant in horror stories you fools
Good one. I could actually picture everything.
#78 True. But it doesn’t mean a horror story doesn’t have to make some sense somehow… Like, an inherent (albeit sometimes untold) logic.
This pasta is reminiscent of Blair Witch Project with bits and pieces of a Jacob’s Ladder-ish atmosphere… by that I mean that the ‘thing’ you’ve fell upon that scared the whole bowels out of you lets you run home to mommy, only to find that your home, your mommy exactly ain’t home, nor you mommy… Like, the story starts off in the normal world, but ends in some other, with the forest cabin and the collective fear being the ’switch’…
My opinion? The protagonist died at some point during the cabin episode and now he’s trapped in his own personal hell, of which there’s no way out (honestly how could Hell be worse than that? losing everything, family, friends, security, sanity… turning your favourite hobby into a phobia…)
Oh man we have a peephole for the door here and I just keep imagining looking through it to see a shadowy figure who suddenly looks up and starts g r i n i n g
At first, I thought it was gonna be a rip off of the Blair Witch Project, but it turned out to be pretty different.
I like the face thing. It scares me lots.
Also, there were kinda a lot of typing issues in some places.
so this is the first time i have ever been on this site because my friend laurel posts blogs on myspace about this shit
i like these stories they creep me right the fuck out
i think im going to start reading this shit evry day……..YES
and i love the all black and grey for the page
fucking awesome
i actually didnt like this one too much.
it was wierd & i didnt fully make sense.
the grammar annoyed me as well.
i think that the concept was good, but it was executed horribly.
i dont know why, but i just didnt like this one at all.
=/
@ 83
The grammar in this bothered you, even though YOU spelled WEIRD wrong?
@84
Spelling and grammar are two different things.
“I can smell that stench everywhere now. I don’t go out anymore, I just stay in and don’t answer the door. Last week everyone I met was acting really strange, people that I knew for a long time and total strangers.”
I have always loved the idea of a place or event changing you like this.
Otherwise, it was pretty ridiculous.
That was FUCKING TERRIFYING.
Bravo.
Eh, it all seemed to get pretty bad halfway through, both in quality and writing style, like it was a different author. Got pretty lame and too similar to another story after they left, too.
This one scared me the first time I read it. Glad to see it finally made it onto the site.
I actually liked the ‘bad’ grammar. I think it made it more believable, like how a person would really think and talk.
Great story, something about the imagery of the barbie dolls and baby dolls floating downstream laughing and whispering…. gah, it gives me the chills whenever I think about it. And I also like how towards the end it becomes less formal and less explained, like you are looking into his mind as he grows more detatched. Good job!
kool I live in Texas.
This story was pretty good I just wished It gave us more information. Like..What is up with the barbie dolls? What happend to her friend?
Loved it. I’m glad it didn’t end at the cliche: ‘So we left teh creepy place and we were scarded for teh rest ov owa lIEVES!!!!!!!111!’
The face part is kind of morbid…
the first part IS reminiscent of the blair witch project…
i didn’t find this scary because the grinning face part reminded me of the pokemon ghastly and i cant stop laughing at the thought of that fucker’s face being chopped off
SUDDENLY DOLLS!!
It needs to be LONGER
this writer IS AMAZING
WRITE A FRIGGN BOOK
haha, am i the only one who thought the quality of writing added to the overall “feel” of the story? the shoddy grammar and the way it almost seems rushed gave the story a kind of authentic edge to it, like the person who was writing it was pounding it out on their computer in a moment of desperation.
idk. just my opinion.
this was great,writing style was kind of wierd,and im pretty sure ive read this before,but i really really enjoyed it, i may rewrite it to be in first person,or is it,lol,either way,saving to my big book of campfire storys
HOLY FREAKING SHIT.
Jeez, this pasta gave me the chills.
It sounds very authentic - like it was written from actual experience.
I remember when I was stuck in my apartment. There was babies in teh walls and a cat in teh fridge. Good times.
Holy shit, that creeped me out.
I wish I was creative enough to write pasta.
Smile.dog
this story could be like one of those awful PG-13 “horror” movies that have been coming out the last few years. theyre all the same. the nameless and faceless cheap-scare nonsensical 80 minute insults to our intelligence.
no offense.
super good stuff
Nice story, the face part was creepy!
This, I enjoyed.
I remember stories like this as a kid, back when I was afraid of anything that moved.
Come to think of it, this is a great story in itself.
hoooooooly crap.
maybe like, an insane dad got in a fight with his wife and killed her and their child, but before she died she killed him and he was smiling when he died and haunts anyone who comes to the cabin.
…or not.
I absoloutly love this one <3. Makes you kinda wonder what happened in that cabin, it’s not really clear but whatever happned is somthing freaky o.O
Wow, this one is REALLY good.
I like it alot.
I kind of feel like this would work better as a short movie. But the story is CREEPY, and really cool
I liked this one. It didnt make much sense and it was to long but boy is it keeping me from stopping in Huntsville
I drive through it every time I go to my grandparents house…
Shiiiiiit… That’s freakeh.
I like it but I caught some errors in there. Oh, well. Over all, I think it’s awesome!
Towards the end it seemed to be missing details.
Anyhow, I don’t see why people were saying the grammar was bad. I’ve seen much worse.
spoiler: you’re crazy, and probably never had friends to begin with, you just imagined the whole thing and now your stuck in a psychological cycle of events.. happens alot with post war trauma.
Oh my god that scared the shit out of me! hah good job.
okay brb now i need to masturbate
THEN WHO WAS DOLLS?!
BUT WHO WAS MIND FUCK!? : [[
ha, this was really interesting.. you know, know the beginning bit reminded me of the blair with a little bit..
wait, so what happened to mike?
This is probably the only creepypasta where the bad grammar doesn’t really take away from the story (though it doesn’t necessarily help). It feels like the guy is frantically telling his tale before his death.
I shat a couple bricks at the face part, but that paragraph should have ended as soon as he saw the smiling face. If I were in his situation and saw that face, you can be damn sure I would have lept away in an instant and wouldn’t have had time to see the face get cut off and everything. That part kind of takes away from the creepy anyway. Also, keep track of how many times you repeat words. “Started” must have been in this story like seventy billion fucking times. That’s what a thesaurus is for.
Creepy story overall.
DAMN! So scary with grin thing.
Woah deep.
For those that don’t get it, the guy went schizophrenic, simple as.
MEN DONT CRY D:< rawr
other then that this is great pasta real tasty
Holy crap that pasta literally made me get cold.
I liked this a lot it was long though..
: ]
Holy shit, I just started reading these creepypastas today and I go to school in hunstville. I was planning on going camping at the park sometime soon. I guess I’m not anymore!
wtf that shit was gay
THEN WHO WAS ZERGALLNIGHT?
Great pasta, btw.
When you feel alone and lost
Living in a world that seems so rough
There would be no cost
Praying for blessings is enough.
For the blessings we receive
Come in the small treasures we look past
Those that fill your heart, I believe
Those that will bring you hope at last.
Having hope will change your views
And will bring happiness to your soul
For it’s not something you have to lose
It is our ultimate goal.
-Kirsten Hutchinson
Scary as hell. I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight…
I bet it’s a wolf cub.
Bad grammer, but it freaked me right out.
The most amazing story on this site.
oh…my…god…
there were several creepy ideas/items used, but nothing tied them together. after the cabin things just started getting tacked on
I liked this one. It takes a while to get into, but it becomes so thorough with creepypasta tropes that it immerses the reader.
Also: wtf, wolfhunter?
Probably the scariest pasta I’ve read.
To be honest I was never one who did very well in grammar, but I didn’t notice anything.
There’s absolutely nothing cohesive about this story. It’s as if someone took various pieces from various horror movies/stories and tried to smash them all together. Dolls. Woods. Big smile faces. Black-out eyes. Chopping. Seriously, it’s like someone telling you a really boring dream they had where making sense does not apply.
Also, there’s no Hunstville National Forest.
Way I see it:
All of them are “in the cabin” now.
That’s why they are called to “come home” and all. Like they’re in a coma. In the cabin. …on the phone.
Who was.
Or something.
Bricks were shat. D:
I liked it alot.^^
I agree with zergallnight, they aren’t really funny.
I won’t tell you to shut up or fuck off, but I will ask if you could just keep it on the low-down for awhile at least.
Doesn’t have to be forever, just for a little while.-.-
Anyway, back to the story, I really liked how the author used baby-dolls and whatnot, and the “come home” bit. Twas good =3
@ToastyBanana, their gonna keep doing it because it’s annoying and they want you to rage. Welcome to the internet.
OH CHRIST
I was just listening to “Hope” from the Umineko soundtrack while I read this, and when I was at the bit with the voice-chip dolls, the song was at a point where there’s a sort of static whispering effect. I actually had to go into iTunes and make ABSOLUTELY SURE that the noise was coming from the song and nowerhe else.
Man I could’ve done without that.
This was really poorly written. Spooky all the same.
so, the main character and his friends went insane?
I found the face:
http://tinyurl.com/njl5k2
Oh lord. I got to school in Huntsville, and commute past New Waverly two times a day. Thanks, now I can’t sleep, nor am I excited for the next semester to start, even if I can convince myself for this story to not be real.
Buy a Billy lock. You know, those big brown things? You have to tear down the damn wall to get HALF of it off.
Very good pasta.
Reminding me of the Blair Witch Project, which was awesome, so I liked that.
Long, but it keeps you wondering.
Some parts were pretty confusing in the way that they were written, but I still loved it
its crazy
So, I think what absolutely scared the CRAP out of me about this one…is that I live literally 20 min from Huntsville State Park.
Eff.
Eff Effing Eff.
Never going camping again.
@Crapcarp.
Yes. Yes there is. I’ve camped there three times.
Holt shit… Your right Slendy. We are screwed as hell.. XD all considering we both live there.
Yes. Very, very good. One of the best, actually. 10/10
Fear the Darkness
-Nex
this would be good if it wasnt for the whole “herp de durp imma go back thar”
It was FUC*ING SMILE.DOG!!!!
I didn’t get it, but it was fucking creepy as hell.
Creepiest thing about this page, though, was when I clicked the youtube to the green Zicam lady and then closed the link, the ending music looped over and over when I closed the tab. It freaked me the fuck out.
This is fucking scary as hell i only started this site and im hooked yet fucking terrified. this is the best pasta ive read so far. OMNOMNOMNOMNOM
Sliding down the window…thats a fucking chill throughout my whole body.
BUT WHO WAS FACE!?
Not creepy, and fairly poorly written and hard to follow. I didn’t enjoy it.
Meh, It was certainly creepy, and it was pretty good.
But my GOD, the writing was awful.
I’m sorry, it really was,
It was riddled with spelling and grammar mistakes that kept unimmersing me from the story.
But it was still pretty good.
5/10
would have been 7-8 if it was written better
Speaking of awful writing, unimmersing isn’t a word. Try emerging. And then get a goddamn dictionary and thesaurus before you criticize people’s grammar. You get 0/10 for that post.
this is just weird
this is weird
this is still weird