AWKWARD ZOMBIE

oh wow

the Lavender Town is the most scariest shit i've ever read more creepy than the crystal one

And oh shit I just read the spongebob one i keep seeing dead children whenever i close my eyes

fffff i'm not sleeping tonight at all

I lost sleep picturing one-eyed, disemboweled children all last night.

I kid you not. I am tired as PISS right now.

I was paranoid that Tom Nook would be standing in my doorway with glowing red eyes in the middle of the night

This story scared me like nobody's business.


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.

Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of thier enounters with a creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some exceprts from their upcoming book.

The Rake

A Suicide Note: 1964

As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.

‘Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’

A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880

I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).

A Mariner’s Log: 1691

He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.

From a Witness: 2006

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.

I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.

I read that thing a while ago, it didn't creep me out for long. It was rather amusing really. Five minutes after reading it my mind went "never trusting those gyroids again"

...and now there's one in my house in City Folk.
To my defense it was called a Drilloid and it matched the interior of my house.

Oh man, I wish I could find that Cave story one again (not the game). It was actually pretty scary.

Welp story time. And yes this is a true story.

My house has a lot of weird things going on in it. It's over 100 years old, the stairs are creaky, plenty of appliances are out of date. The last person who lived there, before us, was an old man. We believe he died in the house. That's all we know of it, really. I've lived there my whole life. Now, I haven't had too many experiences myself. My brother and father have, though. They claim to see shadows a lot. I've never seen one myself, and I'm glad because I'm easily scared.

One time I was trying to sleep and something went thud in my closet. Then the door slowly creaked open. I was out of my room like a shot, trying to sleep in the game room, something I haven't done since I was little. I couldn't sleep there either, and decided to gather up my courage and go investigate because I was sure there was a perfectly rational explanation for it. I opened my closet door, because that door has always been difficult to close and easy to open, to see if something had fallen. Nothing was amiss. I still have no explanation for how that happened, but I'm not going to pin it on some sort of monster in my room.

Now this is where it gets creepy. Just this year, I was asleep in my room when my dad woke me up. He seemed creeped out, and almost frantic. I was still half asleep. he said, 'Did you hear that?' I told him I had heard nothing and immediately fell back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning I vaguely remembered the incident, but put it all down to a strange dream I had. I walked downstairs to get my clothes and get dressed for the day, and my dad said casually out of the blue, "Something screamed in Ethan's room last night."

I avoided staying on the second floor for most of the day.

On Sunday, when my dad took me back to my mom's house, I was standing around waiting for him to leave. But he was telling my mom the full, whole story of what happened last night. It's worse than just a scream. This is what happened.

My dad was lying awake. He started hearing a voice from my brother's room down the hallway. He was listening to it, amused, thinking my brother was talking in his sleep again. The voice slowly grew louder, and as it grew louder, it grew angrier. My dad became concerned, because it sounded like it was almost at the point of total rage. He did not understand a word it was saying. He called out to my brother, asking him if he was alright. And then he remembered that my brother wasn't home that night. It was at this point he woke me up.

Nothing else has really happened since that night. My dad is absolutely certain it was coming from my brother's room. My brother also seems certain that a few days later, he heard a woman scream from my dad's room.

inb4 bran problems

BRAN!
YOU KILL MY FATHER!
PREPARE TO DIE!

ohohohohoho

Read this.

Then a few more if you want.

Then read this.

And this.

And if you didn't read the second or third ones, at least read this.

Not like that you buttnugget.
My dad's girlfriend lives on the other side of the world. >:L

I must say that the Spongebob story was the most mentally scarring.

That Spongebob story. Oh god I can't go to sleep now.