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| 07 Aug 2011 10:42 AM |
creepypasta.wikia(you know the rest)
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| 07 Aug 2011 10:43 AM |
>opens crap file >opens pasta.txt
>>From a thread on 4c about tor and darknets [quote] So. I just want to point out some things you guys are missing completely.
True "Dark" nets are not nets at all. TOR and protocols like it are an anonymity and "plausible deniability" source. Actual "dark" nets are kept well and truly hidden, and can not be found by any means available to the average channer. Trust me.
Just one example, out of maybe 4 or 5 I have personal experience with, to illustrate what it takes. Do take special note that this involves a great deal of luck.
Friend of mine works at a small car insurance broker's office and asks me to fix a problem with his computer not recognizing the office scanner on the network. This is not related, just how I ended up there.
I brought my laptop, and notice a WEP wireless net with high signal strength. Out of curiosity I turn on a sniffer to pick out the p4ssw0rd while I work on the scanner. Few hours later I'm leaving when I remember the sniffer. Got the pass, connected, poked around.
So, it's a basic home network, one system online, with internet access. No firewall. Apparently no antivirus. For the hell of it, I drop in a backdoor before I leave. You never know what goodies you can run across.
Well, I get home and really start digging through this computer. Just your average home computer, most interesting stuff are some tax returns. There's a couple of text files that have what appear to be p4ssw0rds, random characters and a couple of names. Not much interesting so I put my worm on it and leave it be for future use maybe.
Weeks later I'm arranging some proxies for a few of my bots when I realize that there are 4 new bots I hadn't set up myself. What I figured later is that the owner of that WEP machine(my friend's boss) had taken a file from it on a floppy, which my worm happily infected, which then spread to a few more machines he used. This is where the interesting stuff begins.
Two of those machines had internet access, of course, but they had apparently NEVER been used to actually ACCESS the internet. They both ran windows 98, completely unpatched. They apparently had internet access only because they were physically networked with other machines that were used for internet access.
Each of these machines had about 3 TB of storage, mostly appeared empty, but was actually packed near full of encrypted bytes. The stuff that was easily viewable included huge amounts of personal information including SSNs and Tax IDs, names, addresses, lists of family and friends, sometimes pets, sometimes a lot of detail such as vehicle, clothing, height, weight, recent medical issues. Huge amounts of information, not every listing had all of it, some were just a name. What they all had were dates.
Couldn't make much sense of that, what I COULD make sense of were the bank accounts. Thousands, probably hundreds of thousands of account numbers, institutions, safety deposit boxes. All over the world. South Africa, Russia, Brazil. Everywhere. Nothing but the basic identifying information and another date, no note of what they might be.
As I was picking through one of these two machines, I noticed a file being written. I figured someone was using the computer at that moment, but the only command events were coming from my worm. Nobody was using a mouse or keyboard. So then I figured it was an automated system process. Watched what it was doing for a minute. Then I realized the computer was communicating on ANOTHER network that wasn't a protocol I recognized.
Because I knew when it started writing and when it stopped, I was able to transcribe the entire file, which was about 78megs. I assumed it was one file and not a chunk of something else, and I was right. It was still encrypted, but it turned out to be fairly simple. Since it was one file, I had a few educated guesses about what a file that size was, and my first was right, it was a movie, MPEG format. The title was just a random string, the video itself was an overhead view of three men sitting at a table. In the entire 15 minutes of the video, only one spoke. Sounded like gibberish, I figured it was a code or he was nuts. He said things like "broken banana stung red boot", he would pause then say another strange sentence, kept going for about ten minutes. The other two just watched him, one was drinking what I assume was coffee.
Finally he leaned back and asked if they would leave his daughter alone. The guy drinking the coffee just shook his head quickly. The talker started crying. Really crying. Hard. He leaned forward again and said another nonsense sentence and the video ended. Timestamp was about 20 minutes before the video was uploaded to the machine I got it from.
I had a really weird feeling about it, but my best guess at the time was it was some kind of clip from a movie I hadn't seen, and what I saw was a streaming broadcast, the timestamp on the file just being the time it was being sent.
A couple weeks later I went p0king through those two computers again and came across another recognizeable file, this time because it had the same header as the one I had already decrypted. It had actually been stored four hours after the first one.
In it, the man that had spoken in the first one was crying like a baby as he ****** what appeared to be the c0rpse of a y0ung g1rl, with her thr0at cu7 and b10od all over the table that the three men had been sitting at in the first video. The other two men were still in the room, standing on either side of the room watching, sm0king c1garettes.
I didn't finish watching it, only got about a minute or so in before it sank in what I was seeing. I've seen a lot in my time. This was not a movie.
I cleaned my traces from those systems and haven't looked back.
What I'm still finding hard to believe is that, from the computer I'd originally h4cked, these other systems got infected by a floppy. As near as I can tell the two storage computers were on opposite sides of the globe, one in LA, one in B3ijing, the WEP computer I'd found was in D4llas, and two of the other infected computers were in W1nnipeg. As far as I know, my friend's boss had not left the country. His brother in law had been visiting at the time though. [/quote] |
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| 07 Aug 2011 10:44 AM |
| youtube marble hornets for slendy |
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| 07 Aug 2011 10:49 AM |
| someone make a john doe creepypasta plox |
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| 07 Aug 2011 10:51 AM |
I'll post a few.
This one is a classic, or at least it is to me:
"Thorvaldr"
PART ONE
Necronymous Forum Private Message
Subject: Okay… Sent: Thu Jan 08, 6:36 pm From: Seraphine-Savior To: Centurion616
This is kind of random, but I notice your posts constantly mention this ‘Thorvaldr’ character. You always say it’s watching something or waiting for something, but no one else has any idea who or what it is. I’m just curious… Who is Thorvaldr? :O
Subject: Re: Okay… Sent: Fri Jan 09, 2:17 am From: Centurion616 To: Seraphine-Savior
Thorvaldr? I’m almost glad you asked. He’s just kind of there. A sort of presence, if you will. I can’t really explain it properly without it sounding completely odd. By the way… he sees you.
Subject: Re: Okay… Sent: Fri Jan 09, 12:01 pm From: Seraphine-Savior To: Centurion616
Uh… could you explain that a bit better? Sorry, I don’t understand. I mean, is he a person, a ghost, a pet, or what? D:
Subject:Re: Okay… Sent: Fri Jan 09, 5:20 pm From: Centurion616 To: Seraphine-Savior
Thorvaldr is a warrior king. He is waiting for the moon to rise as of now…
Subject: Re: Okay… Sent: Sat Jan 10, 4:14 pm From: Seraphine-Savior To: Centurion616
9_9 I’m sorry, that just raises more questions than it answers. Don’t bother wasting my time by replying if you aren’t going to say anything useful. I know I’m probably coming off a little bit harsh, but it doesn’t seem like you’re taking this seriously at all. I’d try to help you on the forum, seeing as everyone thinks you’re a complete weirdo and I want to see if there’s anything that could be explained to them so maybe you’ll have an easier time.
Subject: Re: Okay… Sent: Sun Jan 11, 8:43 pm From: Centurion616 To: Seraphine-Savior
I almost considered just deleting that reply there and carrying on the way I have been, but I’ve a feeling you’re not going to give up either way. If it’s that important to you, I’ll explain everything. To the best of my knowledge, Thorvaldr is something of an entity, and like I said before, he’s just there. He doesn’t even have a body, but somehow I’m able to know his every move and that he wants me to tell others about it. It’s an impulse. If I don’t tell everyone about Thorvaldr, he gets angry… He starts clouding my vision and everything gets dark and blurry, then I can’t sleep at all because I’m just lying there shaking. I can almost hear his voice kind of, but he’s not saying anything in particular, only these syllables and non-words that come out of nowhere right when I think everything’s quiet. He’s there, and he’s always there. I can’t get rid of him. I don’t want to go to a shrink, because last time I did they just gave me these pills that only made everything worse. I started seeing Thorvaldr in my own reflection. Even though it was very vague and hard to make out, I could tell it was definitely him. |
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| 07 Aug 2011 10:54 AM |
| Flying mentally disabled deformed pasta, oooooooooo |
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| 07 Aug 2011 10:54 AM |
TWO
I can’t fight it. Can’t fight a warrior king, especially when he’s taken over my mind like this. I’m trying to remember what happened, but somehow my memory’s been shot. Maybe Thorvaldr did it. I vaguely recall something about getting lost somewhere when I was in Norway, but that’s it. I’d tell you more, but I fear he’s trying to choke me as I type this…
Subject: Re: Okay… Sent: Tues Jan 13, 11:00 am From: Seraphine-Savior To: Centurion616
Wow… thats really weird… Anyway, the reason why it kind of took me an extra day to reply is because when I read that message, I had pretty much no idea what to say. That is really really weird. Maybe he's just mad cause he doesn't have a body? lol
Subject: Re: Okay… Sent: Tues Jan 13, 1:10 pm From: Centurion616 To: Seraphine-Savior
Thorvaldr thinks that’s a great idea. Thank you.
Subject: Re: Okay… Sent: Tues Jan 13, 7:19 pm From: Seraphine-Savior To: Centurion616
What?
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Necronymous Forum Topic - Meet Thorvaldr By: Centurion616 Posted: Tues Jan 13, 7:20 pm At least he’s not waiting anymore. (Pardon the blood) [Video embedded]
Subject: Re: Meet Thorvaldr By: Demona Posted: Tues Jan 13, 7:26 pm
That was really disturbing. Put up a warning next time.
Subject: Re: Meet Thorvaldr By: milkofthedead Posted: Tues Jan 13, 7:27 pm
^ I think “Pardon the blood” could count as a warning. Though he didn’t say anything about the ‘corpse.’ At least I hope it’s not a real corpse… :O
Subject: Re: Meet Thorvaldr By: Neocracy Posted: Tues Jan 13, 7:29 pm
Could someone tell me what it is? I’m too afraid to watch the whole thing, I stopped as soon as he left the room.
Subject: Re: Meet Thorvaldr By: Demona Posted: Tues Jan 13, 7:36 pm
Okay, here’s a summary of what happened, at least the way I saw it. If anyone has any corrections, I’ll edit this. 0:00-1:12 - Some guy (I think it’s Centurion, but I’m not sure) is standing over a partially dismembered corpse on his bed. He’s replacing the missing limbs and digits with other body parts he’s pulling out of a sack. 1:13-1:40 - He leaves the room, comes back with a rusty sword and helmet and “equips” the corpse with them. Then the video just kind of jump-cuts there. 1:40-3:40 - He’s now sitting in front of the camera, staring. You can kind of see the corpse in the background, only for some reason the limbs are attached to the body like they actually belonged there. Then the damn video jump-cuts AGAIN… 3:40-4:36 - Same thing as last time, only Centurion is gushing blood through his closed eyelids and mouth. You can see some blood on the corpse too, and at the end of it all, Centurion smiles and waves. |
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| 07 Aug 2011 10:55 AM |
| Are you serious? You copy something and don't even remove the subject etc.? |
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| 07 Aug 2011 10:56 AM |
THREE
Like I said, really disturbing. It’s worse than it sounds.
Subject: Re: Meet Thorvaldr By: Neocracy Posted: Tues Jan 13, 7:38 pm
Oh, that was it? It’s got to be fake. I mean, if he’s bleeding out his eyes like that, how can he see to post? And it’s definitely Centurion in the video. He’s got the s.w.a.s.t.i.k.a tattoo, remember?
Subject: Re: Meet Thorvaldr By: ForTheEmpire Posted: Tues Jan 13, 7:44 pm
If it’s fake, those are some really cool effects.
Subject: Re: Meet Thorvaldr By: Seraphine-Savior Posted: Tues Jan 13, 7:49 pm
No, no, it’s not fake. And it’s all my fault. See, we were PMing one another before, and I asked about the Thorvaldr guy. If I hadn’t suggested that Thorvaldr needed a body, then none of this would have happened.
Subject Re: Meet Thorvaldr By: milkofthedead Posted: Tues Jan 13, 7:55 pm
It’s not your fault, Seraphine. Centurion would’ve done it anyway, he’s just like that. Remember when he wouldn’t stop obsessing over that church arson guy?
Subject: Re: Meet Thorvaldr By: Winterwing Posted: Tues Jan 13, 8:00 pm
4:21- It blinked. I swear to god, it blinked. |
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| 07 Aug 2011 11:03 AM |
Pokemon pasta is so worn out it's not even funny. But okay I'll post one.
"The Toy Room of N"
Oh…
Oh, hello there. What brings you here?
Hm? What’s wrong? You seem rather surprised… No need to explain why. Everyone is surprised, seeing me fiddle around with a small electric train set. But why? I am a child, and children play with these things like I was told, correct? So what makes me any different than them?
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Ah, you are quite naive. Despite my age, I am, indeed, a child. A very young one… Why does no one believe me…?
Please, come closer. Come join me in here. I have much to tell you…
I adore this place. My place. For my toys and my games. Pretty checkerboard walls. The blue floor with cloud drawings on them… Isn’t it wonderful? I feel like I am in my own personal home, not just a toy room… But it is only natural that I feel this way. I was raised right here the majority of my life, being kept from the outside world by my father, Ghetsis. He never took me outside to play, I was confined here… But no need to worry. I loved this place, and still do. Besides, I don’t need people. I don’t need to see the outside world. So much violence and abuse… I saw what they did. My friends… People hurt them. Father showed me. The Pokémon. They were hurt… By the foolish humans. The thought of my friends being abused… I cried a lot. I wanted them to be away from the foolish humans…
You… You have Pokémon, don’t you? Do you hurt them? Do you use them? Are they merely tools to you?
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I see. So you are a caring trainer, are you not?
Don’t ever hurt them. They are more than just your Pokémon… They were my only friends. Father never talked to me. I was never hugged by him, nor did he ever tell me he loved me. I never really made true eye contact with him. He never taught me how to do anything like play sports, or color in a coloring book. He n-never even gave me a BED to sleep in… And I still remember, he USED me, and he planned to use my Pokémon friends too, lied to me, then left me all alone…He even called me a “FREAK with no human heart”, he said that I was “warped”… But, I f-forgive him; he let me keep this room to stay in, and Pokémon to play with…
YES. Precious creatures that I play with right here in this room. Yes… We would always run on that halfpipe over there… They LOVE scratching on it for some reason… What FUN it is! And look up there, at my toy airplane…
W-wha…? Oh, I’m sorry. I was a little caught up in that plane, wasn’t I? But I just love the way it spins around… And around… And around… And…
Oh! Not again… I’m going to stop looking now. I promise. Here, come see this. My basketball… It even has my name on it! I play with this all the time; I was using it before you came, actually. And my basketball hoop… Don’t ask why a piece of my train set is in it. Even I forgot what I did that day. Oh, look over there! My skateboard… My lovely skateboard, I need to play with this more, don’t you think? Oh, and my darts. And my pictures. And my new toys that I got last week. Andandandandandand…
What seems to be the problem? What causes you to give me that unsettled look in your eyes? You aren’t… AFRAID of me, are you? Oh, nonsense, of course you’re not. I mean, I’m just a child with a room full of toys, right?
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Don’t be ridiculous. I am a child. Not a grown man like you and others claim. Just an innocent child who loves his friends… And toys… And this room. Wait, where are you going? What? Leaving? No, no, you’ve got the wrong idea here… Yes, I did show you everything in my room, but we haven’t played together yet. You found me, you talked to me and listened to my story, so you are my friend, my playmate now, just like my Pokémon. They are here with me, and we are all so lonely.
Stay in my lovely room with me.
Play with me.
PLAY NOW AND FOREVER, NEW FRIEND. |
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| 07 Aug 2011 11:12 AM |
here, *ahem*
Hello people of the world. I'm a big fan of cartoons, and among them Invader Zim is my favorite. With this in mind, I did not miss any episode, and my parents knew how much I liked it. So one day, I was seventeen and celebrating my graduation from high school with my mom congratulating me, one strange old man approached me and gave me a DVD, telling me he came from Nickelodeon Studios. He suddenly left, and and my mother and I later went straight home. When I got home with some friends, I checked the disc, and it was a pleasant surprise as it was labeled as "Bloody GIR". Gir is one of my favorite characters, and I thought how lucky was, or so I thought until I started the DVD.
It started like a normal episode of Invader Zim, only the episode title was "Bloody GIR". The episode began like any other, but the quality of the animation was bad, and after that there was a character entering the scene. Gir came out in dog costume, a muffin in his hand, and he tossed it up to eat it, but Dib caught it. He said, "I can win against you." Dib had a macabre and disturbing voice, and then he ran away. The scene cut off to a black screen for two minutes, and returned to show a gray room. Gir was crying, but something was wrong; the crying sounded like a dog whining in the night. Gir then looked at the screen gir and said, "You do not know the real pain." Gir had blood coming out of his red eyes, and then the scene went black for two seconds. Gir mysteriously disappeared, and the animation cut to black and white static. This lasted six seconds.
The scene changed to Zim's house in black and white, but Zim's house looked totally abandoned and badly drawn. The scene switched to a white room with a black chair, where Dib was seated in Gir's dog costume. Zim got home from school and realized that he couldn't find Gir. In the room where Dib was, someone knocked on the door, and he got up to get it, with his eyes hyper-realistic. Dib opened the door and the real Gir was there. Gir cried loudly, but there was no sound. Dib ran into the hallway and tried to open a door, but it wouldn't open. Gir approaches Dib, and the animation cut off for one minute.
This part of the episode was more disturbing. Gir grabbed a knife and began to stab Dib, but the screen was blurry, it was disgusting and the animation looked like cheap horror movie gore. I tried to turn off the DVD but it did nothing. My friend decided to unplug the DVD player, but nothing happened. The episode suddenly had a picture of a boy whom looked like he was stabbing Dib, and had numbers on his head that said 666. A message on the wall in blood said "KILL TACOS". The scene returned to Zim's house, and there was a high-pitched bell ring. Zim had died, with hyper-realistic eyes, blood dripping from his mouth. He had no arms or legs, and hung on a rope. After that, Gir was drenched in blood with a grim smile...he looked at the camera for two minutes, and began to laugh, but it was macabre and evil, seeming way too real, powerful and disturbing. Eight minutes passed and the episode was over. My friend was traumatized, when suddenly a message appeared on screen that said, "Do not tell anyone about the episode, or all of your friends die in 7 days." My friend wound up killing himself later that night.
I decided to hold a garage sale a month later, and accidentally put the DVD in. A child decided to purchase it, so I said, "Do not buy this disc, or Gir will kill you!" He ignored stole it. Later, I saw on the news that the same boy had died because of the DVD. I'm writing this here because I can't stand the pressure of what I've seen, and it's been three months, but I still have nightmares of that episode. |
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| 07 Aug 2011 11:17 AM |
@xb0x
Alright then, here's pretty much the only Pokepasta that has ever scared me.
"Lavender Town"
PART ONE
During the first few days of the release of Pokemon Red and Green in Japan, back in February 27, 1996, a peak of deaths appeared in the age group of 10-15. The children were usually found dead through s.u.i.c.i.d.e, usually by hanging or jumping from heights. However, some were more odd. A few cases recorded children who had began sawing off their limbs, others sticking their faces inside the oven, and chocked themselves on their own fist, shoving their own arms down their throat. The few children who were saved before killing themselves showed sporadic behavior. When asked why they were going to hurt themselves they only answered in chaotic screams and scratched at their own eyes. When showed what seemed to be the connection to this attitude, the Gameboy, they had no response, but when combined with either Pokemon Red or Green, the screams would continue, and they would do their best to leave the room it was located in. This confirmed the authorities suspicion that the games, somehow, had a connection to these children and the deaths. It was a strange case, because many children who had the same games did not show this behavior, but only a few. The police had no choice but to pursue this, since they had no other leads. Collecting all the cartridges these children had purchased, they kept them sealed away as strong evidence to look over later. They decided the first thing to do was to talk to the programmers themselves. The first person they met was the director of the original games, Satoshi Tajiri. When told about the deaths surrounding his games, he seemed slightly uneasy, but admitted nothing. He lead them to the main programmers of the game, the people responsible for the actual content. The detectives met Takenori Oota, one of the main programmers of the game. Unlike Satoshi, he did not seem uneasy, but very kept. Explaining that it was impossible to use something like a game to cause such deaths, and also bringing up the point that not all the children were affected, he brushed it off as some kind of odd coincidence or mass hysteria. It seemed like he was hiding something, but he wasn't giving way. Finally, he did say something interesting. Takenori had heard a rumor going around that the music for Lavender Town, one of the locations in the game, had caused some children to go ill. It was only a rumor, and had no real definite back up, but it was still something to look into. He directed the detectives to Junichi Masuda, the music composer of the series. Masuda had also heard of these rumors, but again said they had no evidence that his music was the cause. Even to prove a point he played the exact song from the game completely through with no effects to anyone, the detectives nor Masuda himself, feeling anything different or odd. Although they still had their suspicions of Masuda and the music of Lavender town, it seemed they had reached another dead end. Going back to the cartridges they had seized from the homes of the children, they decided to take a slightly more direct look at the games. They knew that it was these games that gave the children the ill effects, so they took extreme caution. Popping in the cartridge and turning the console on, the game screen booted. The title screen appeared, and the option to continue or create a new game appeared. When they chose to continue the game, stats of that game appeared. They saw the names of the children who had played, usually "Red" or another simple name. However, the interesting thing was the time played and the number of Pokemon they owned. On every game, the time was very low, and all of them had only a single Pokemon in their inventory. They came to the stunning reality that it could not have been the music from Lavender town that had caused such ill effects in the children, since it was impossible to reach that part of the game in such small amount of time and with only one Pokemon in their inventory. This brought them to the conclusion that something early on in the game had to be the cause. If it wasn't the music, nor the title screen, it had to be something within the first few minutes of the game itself. They had no choice but to turn off the game now and go back to the programmers. Asking for a list of all the programmers from Takenori, they found, surprisingly, that one of the programmers had committed s.u.i.c.i.d.e shortly after the game was released. His name was Chiro Miura, a very obscure programmer who had provided very little for the game. Even more interestingly, he had requested his name did not appear in the credits of the game, and so it was not. Looking over the evidence found at Chiro's apartment, they found many notes written in bold marker. Most of it was crumbled, or marked out, making it very difficult to read. They few words they could find in the mess was "Do not enter", "Watch out" and "COME FOLLOW ME" in bold. The detectives were unsure what these meant, but knew they had to have a connection. Further searching, they discovered Chiro was good friends with one of the map designers, Kohji Nisino, and this was probably the only reason Chiro had given a part in making the game. |
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| 07 Aug 2011 11:21 AM |
*ahem*
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing, broken your servant I kneel.
(will you give it to me?)
It seems like everything in my human side is slowly changing in me.
(will you give it to me?)
looking at my own reflection
when suddenly it changes!
violently it changes!
oh-no!
there is no turning back now, you've woken up the d@mon in me.
come on,get up and get down with the sickness!
come on,get up and get down with the sickness!
come on,get up and get down with the sickness! |
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