Pandora's Scary Book

  You might think it’s silly, but I knew in third grade that Amanda was going to be my best friend for life. We were inseparable. I was standing in line waiting to play a game at Showbiz Pizza and Amanda let me cut in front of her. Afterward, we spent the rest of the afternoon laughing and playing in the ball pit. I was excited to find out that we went to the same school. Every day we’d eat lunch together and she seemed content to talk about whatever I wanted to talk about. You know, as I sit here and write this out, I can’t help but miss those days. For almost seven years we had never had so much as a single argument. That all changed when I asked a boy in my math class if he’d like to join me for coffee after school. I don’t know if it was jealousy or maybe just that she didn’t like the guy, but from that day on it was all but impossible to go longer than a few days at a time without Amanda criticizing me for being with Kevin. In retrospect, I wish I had never talked to

  It was the last month of summer break, on a Friday night, my friend Turner invited my brother and I over for a sleep over. It wasn't much of a sleep over, as we stayed at his house till 8:00 A.M, then headed home. Our plan was to start new wizards, hardcore mode, in Diablo 3. My brother and I brought our laptops. Once we arrived at his house, we could see his parent's cars were gone from the drive way. We got the indication that we'd probably be entering his house without his parent's consent. My brother and I walked up to his front door and I knocked on it. Turner's dog went wild, scratching, clawing at the door. We could hear as Turner's dog stopped as Turner told it to quiet down. Turner slowly opened the door, trying to be as quiet as he could. "My sister is asleep." he whispered, my brother and I indicated we understood by nodding our heads. He opened the door a bit more to let us in. Turner closed the front door, and ran into the ki

  The following was a blog post by John Goodman, posted on the 17th of August 2011. Included with it was a download link to 1dollar.wav. The file in question has been converted to OGG format so that it may be uploaded to the Wiki. Goodman mentioned in the post that he would be doing extensive research on the mysteries surrounding this file. If he reports anything back, it will be posted here. After my computer got burnt to a crisp in a lightning storm, I was left with only my old computer. Fortunately, I had everything from my destroyed computer already backed up onto USB drives and CD-ROMs. My old computer was running Windows 98, and desperately needed an OS upgrade. It was time to search online for a new OS install disc that was at an affordable price. You might ask, "Why not just get a new computer?" I would have, but because of the crappy economy, I didn't have the money to do so. So my only other option was to upgrade my old one. Anyways, I searched aro

 oday is January 10, 2013: The beginning of a new year and a cloudy day. I typically like to read creepypasta and listen to dark music at night. But it is dark enough today to read them in the day and still get that creeped out feeling. You know the feeling that we all get while reading a particularly well written story; the feeling that someone or something is in your home stalking, waiting around any corner, waiting and watching, just ready to 'get' you. Even if you're one of those people that say, “I'm just desensitized to these stories,” you know the feeling, everybody gets it every once in a while; just some more than others. It's a strange and addicting sort of feeling. While it's happening it feels terrible, like you know you're going to die, yet we always try to replicate it by reading more stories. I've been reading quite a few creepypasta today, mostly video game pastas and a few other random ones to get that feeling. They are main

  Username: 666 (also known as sm666 on Nico Nico Douga) is a video pasta by nana825763. It shows what happens when one searches for the username "666" on YouTube and then refreshes the page a few times. This pasta has actually created a few rumors, one of which is that the original "666" account contained a virus that changed all text into sixes. Due to the popularity of the video, nana825763 created a "sequel", called Another YouTube . There is a similar video to Username 666 called "none" (lowercase) whose (now colored) footage appears the video the corrupted account near the end. There is an exploitable clone of nana825763's username 666. It's a clone, it works, but sometimes contains creepy viruses. If you are willing to take the risk of letting it into your system, that's fine. But it messes up computers. Just be careful, sometimes it affects other pages, too... Story YouTube is a remembered piece of history. Back th

 ave you ever considered the fact that you might be living in your own dream? The only reason you see black when you blink is because it’s night where the other you lives. When you close your eyes here you open your eyes there. In another world, another universe, the complete opposite of here. You can’t remember your own life. Only a few fragmented and distorted images we call dreams. The closest we get to living our other life is when we enter each other’s daydreams. October 2, 2016 I was sitting in math class not paying attention to the teacher. I hadn’t gone to bed until 3AM last night. I should really stop putting off writing papers until the night before. My eyes started to feel heavy, like bags of sand were tied to the ends of my eyelashes. I tried to blink myself awake, but my eyes closed. Almost as soon as they shut I felt warm, like I was wrapped in soft fabric, I also felt annoyed and groggy. I could hear someone calling my name. My eyes snapped open and all t

 e procedure began, and Elliot was put under the influence of the anesthesia. Lights began to dim… his mind went blank. All thoughts racing through his head came to a close…. All that was accompanying him now was just his thoughts… Elliot closed his eyes. Then he opened them. He was no longer in the hospital. A cosmos like sky lit above him, black with only a few white dots illuminating it. In the center of this strange sky was a giant old fashioned pocket watch, illuminating the strange world around him. Both hands sat on 12. On the ground touching his feet Elliot was surrounded by a vague grey rock like surface, cold to the touch. Faint winds echoed throughout the space… mystifying the atmosphere around him. There were no major landmarks around, just black space. A seemingly endless abyss of nothingness. Slowly, Elliot eased himself forward. “H…. Hello?” he called out… hoping to hear some sort of response. This must be a dream. It had to be. As he eased forward something i

  Ever tried to figure out what that thing that always lurks inside your mind was? Haunting your dreams? Eating you in your nightmare? Now you can finally face him, talk to him. But be careful... Who knows what can happen to you? It must be a new moon night in December. When it's exactly 1:28 in the morning, you must go to bed, wearing plain white clothing. The same rule applies to your bed sheet. If you don't have any white bed sheets, don't put them on your bed or the ritual won't work. Lay down, act like you're sleeping. But I suggest you to not sleep on your back because it might be more painful. Close your eyes, and wait until you start to hear whispers coming from behind your door. When you start to hear those frightful whispers, say in a low voice, "Come to me, I want to talk." If done correctly, the door will open, and you will suddenly fall asleep. Otherwise, you will just sleep normally. While sleeping, you will instantly wake up insi

 If you're ever paying a visit to Liverpool, England, be sure to take a walk down to the dockside. There, you should find a boat ride agency's building. Head inside and ask the first staff member you see if it would be possible to speak to the manager. He will say no, and quickly begin to walk away from you. Do not, under any circumstances, give up from this point onward. For if you ask for the manager with intentions of completing this ritual without finishing it, you will never be seen again. Follow the staff member until he reaches a run down green door. You will know the door because all other doors in the building are blue. Before he can enter, grab his right shoulder and say these exact words: "They have sent me for the knowledge key." Say nothing more, and nothing less. The staff member will step aside, allowing you to open the door and step inside. He will slam the door shut behind you, and you will be left in pitch darkness. I would advise closing