At the sky

This is a story that I heard from a senior soldier while I was in the military.

When that soldier was just a plain citizen, he used to know a really nice girl.

But suddenly one day, she started to have nightmares.

When she was sleeping, she could see a female that could only be considered a ghost who was crawling slowly down from the ceiling right down next to her.

It was too realistic to just be a dream.

As if she was stuck in sleep paralysis, the ghost would slowly come down until she could see every little detail of the ghost's skin.

Of course, she wasn't able to move or scream.

Posted by Unknown 16:19 0 comments

Annora Petrova

BREE, DON'T DELETE THIS! 

I know you hate me, but we were best friends once and I need you to read this. I think I'm in serious trouble and there's nothing you can do, but I need you to read this so you understand. 

I know we haven't talked since sectionals. It's been forever, but what happened to you wasn't my fault. At least it wasn't entirely my fault. I know everyone thinks it was, but I would never do anything to hurt you. 

This is going to sound crazy, but I need to tell you this so that someone knows. 

Posted by Unknown 16:14 0 comments

Time Capsule

I was accepted into a college inside a city.

My friend of 2 years and I decided to make and bury time capsules underneath a big pine tree that was behind our high school.

We promised one another to dig them up when we married each other. Contents inside each of our time capsules were to be a secret until then, and if we didn't marry each other, the capsules wouldn't be dug up.

After 1 year, the girlfriend died in a car crash.

And 10 years after, I proposed to my college girlfriend.

Posted by Unknown 16:07 0 comments

Madoka

In 1997, in a small Japanese town, a girl named Madoka went missing.

That afternoon, her mother and she went to a park together to take a light walk, and when her mother had looked away for a few seconds, Madoka had disappeared.

When the mother had asked the kids Madoka was playing with...

"Hm? Madoka was playing with me in the sandbox just a few moments ago."

"I asked her to play on the slide with me, but she wanted to play in the sandbox, so I just came to the slides alone..."

Posted by Unknown 16:01 0 comments

Other Side

While brushing your teeth in the evening, you catch a glimpse of your wall mirror, covered in fingerprints. 

Annoyed, you grab a towel and rub at them. 

They remain. 

Upon closer inspection...

...you realize that they seem to be on the other side of the glass..

Posted by Unknown 06:20 0 comments

Dysphoria

In the dark past before history began, humanity learned to fear. Huddled in the darkness on the plains of Africa, our earliest ancestors listened as lions stalked through the night around them. Deep in the caves of Europe, later men kept watch around their fires in the snowy winter, telling stories of horrors living hidden in the gloom outside. In the Middle East, just as the Sumerians began to scratch cuneiform on stone tablets, farmers sacrificed their livestock to demons they believed lived in the desert. 

Over time, we’ve learned to control our fears. To take them down to size. The lions in Africa were held back by fences of barbed plants, then hunted down with guns to near extinction. The horrors in the snowy winter of Europe were cast aside by the retreat of the glaciers and by the flaming torch of human progress. The demons living in the sand lost their sacrifices as time went forward.

In the twenty first century, we have the internet, we have half-mile high buildings, we have networks of roads spanning continents and air traffic going around the world. We look to horror stories, thrill rides, and late night television gore-fests to satisfy our psychological need for fear here in the western world. It’s almost like fear is a toy for us now; we only know true fear a few times in our adult lives.

But all of those terrifying stories our ancestors told around fires? All of the things they saw when they looked out into the blizzards of the ancient past? They aren’t gone. Where the lights don’t reach, where the shadows dominate, they still live. They crawl in their eternal crypts, dreaming horrible, dark dreams as the ages pass them by. Outside of the range of cell phones, away from all the commercial flight paths and shipping lanes, where no one can see, they build their kingdoms. Underground, they feast on whatever crawls by them. Nightmarish masses of twisted flesh and muscle, dark even against the darkness, they wait...

...because one day, the lights are going to go out again, and they aren’t ever going to come back on.

Posted by Unknown 10:53 0 comments

Genetic Memory

Many classic horror icons, such as Giger’s xenomorphs, Silent Hill’s Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.

Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal.

The question you have to ask yourself is this:

What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?

Just be careful out there...

Posted by Unknown 10:46 0 comments

Window

In the dark of night, I would advise you to not look out your window. When you look out dark windows, you see everything you have ever feared and everything you have ever dreaded. 

The impossible is possible and exists within the dark void. Nothing can be seen, but everything can be imagined. Ridiculous and surreal faces that look as if they know your deepest, darkest secrets; decaying heads of the damned that moan and grunt; and all your greatest fears do, in fact exist out there.

You are safe, though. It is merely a window. You can only see them, but they can't get you from your dimension.

BUT, there is one thing: You are VULNERABLE, out in the open.

What do I mean, you may ask?

Your reflection--it allows you to co-exist with them.

Just... DON'T BLINK.

Posted by Unknown 10:40 0 comments

Clap Clap

One day, a young married couple went hiking in the mountains. As the sun began to set, they realized that they were lost. The wife was getting worried, but her husband tried to calm her down and assured her that they would eventually find their way back to their car. However, after walking for hours, they still had no idea where they were. 

It was growing dark and the man and wife were getting desperate. They didn’t have a map or a compass with them and all of the trees looked the same. Just when they were about to give up hope, they came across an old cabin in a clearing.

The cabin looked as if it had seen better days. It was dilapidated and seemed like it hadn’t been used in a long time. Some of the windows were cracked and broken and a lot of the tiles had fallen off the roof. The husband knocked on the front door but there was no response. When he turned the handle, it slowly creaked open.

Inside, they found it was in a bad state of disrepair. There was very little furniture and the floor was covered in a thick layer of dust. As the couple cautiously looked around, they noticed a strange atmosphere and a peculiar musty smell. 

The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with graffiti. Written in red paint, the words, “DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!” were repeated over and over again.

The man and woman were unnerved. With a shaking hand, the husband reached out to touch the wall. He was horrified to find that the paint was not yet dry.

The couple were very frightened, but they had nowhere else to go. They knew that the mountain was dangerous at night and there were lots of wild animals prowling the woods. Despite the creepy writing on the walls, they decided to stay the night. 

Going upstairs, they found a moth-eaten mattress that was covered in stains. The husband and wife wrapped themselves in an old piece of carpet to keep warm and tried to make themselves as comfortable as possible under the circumstances. They lay down together on the mattress and eventually managed to fall asleep.

Sometime after midnight, the couple were awakened by a strange rustling noise. It sounded like someone or something was moving around outside the shack.

“Did you hear that?” asked his wife. “I think there’s somebody out there.”

Her husband listened for a while, but he didn’t hear anything. He got out of bed and walked over to the window. It was too dark outside to see anything. Opening the window, he stuck his head out.

“Who’s there?” he called nervously.

There was no answer.

He was about to go back to bed when his wife said, “Maybe it’s someone who can’t speak…”

The husband returned to the window and said, “Is there anybody out there? Clap once for YES and twice for NO.”

He strained his ears to listen. The stars twinkled in the night sky. The crickets were chirping loudly. 

All of a sudden, he heard a loud CLAP! 

The man turned to his wife and said in surprise, “You were right. There’s someone out there.”

He leaned out the window and his eyes scanned the darkness. he couldn’t make out anything in the pitch black. 

“Are you the owner of this cabin?” he asked.

CLAP! CLAP! 

“Are you a man?”

CLAP! CLAP! 

“You’re a woman, then?”

CLAP! CLAP! 

“Are you human?”

CLAP! CLAP! 

A chill ran down his spine. He swallowed hard and croaked, “Did you come here alone?”

CLAP! CLAP! 

“How many are with you? Clap once for each person…”

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Posted by Unknown 10:22 1 comments

The Voice

If you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing and move not a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that the silence has a sort of “sound” of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone. This is nothing unique; everyone will hear this, given the proper setting. An informed person will tell you that your brain is trying to interpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so creates a bit of a filler sound. This ringing sound actually serves a more arcane purpose, covering up a noise we are not meant to hear. This noise is not impossible to hear, and if you are persistent you can effectively “break” the cover-up sound.

The next time you are silent and hear the ringing, shout at the top of your lungs for about half a minute, then be abruptly silent. It will be different for everyone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens of tries. Others might pick up soft murmuring. A special few auditory heroes might clearly make it out on the first attempt. What you will hear is a voice that relays an account of events about to happen in the immediate future. It’s like a sportscaster relaying the events occurring 10 seconds into the future.

As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice under increasingly noisy circumstances, to the point that it can be heard at any time by just concentrating. Such ability would doubtlessly be invaluable, no? You will be able react to any immediate danger, relate to people around you with greater ease. No one would ever surprise you. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible catch this ability entails. Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it will drive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death over and over again.

Of course this isn’t the case, though; it’s a normal voice, your ears receive it no matter what, and it’s simply a matter of noticing. 

But there is a danger. 

For you see, where there is a voice, there is a body. 

And just like you will notice new sounds, so shall you notice new sights. 

More importantly, YOU will be noticed.

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*This creepypasta can be found at creepypasta.com.

Posted by Unknown 10:02 0 comments

Bouncing Ball

There was a babysitter who was hired to take care of a little girl. That night, after the parents left, the babysitter allowed the girl to watch a horror movie on television. Half-way through the movie, the little girl said she wanted to go to the toilet but she was too scared to go on her own.

The babysitter didn’t want to miss the movie so she came up with a solution. She gave the girl a rubber ball and told her to keep bouncing it while she was on the toilet. That way, the babysitter would know she was OK. The little girl did as she was told and the babysitter listened to her high-pitched voice singing “Bouncy, Bouncy, Bouncy…”

Half an hour later, the babysitter started to wonder why the little girl hadn’t come back. She still heard the singing coming from the toilet: “Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy” but now the little girl’s voice sounded deeper. The babysitter reluctantly got off the sofa and went to check if everything was OK.

When she opened the bathroom door, the babysitter was horrified to find a mental patient sitting on the floor, bouncing the little girl’s head on the ground and singing “Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy…”

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*This creepypasta can be found at hellyeahhorrormanga at Tumblr.

*Mental patients suffer from many of these signs (in alphabetical order): Anger, Antisocial Behavior, Anxiety, Appetite Disturbances, Avoidance, Body Image Problems, Compulsions, Confusion, Cravings, Deceitfulness, Delusions, Denial, Depression, Dissociation,

Euphoria, Fatigue, Fears, Flashbacks, Grandiosity, Grief, Hallucinations, Histrionics, Hyperactivity, Identity Confusion, Impulsiveness, Intoxication, Jealousy, Learning Difficulties, Mania,

Memory Loss, Mood Swings, Movement Problems, Nonsense, Obsessions, Offness, Panic, Paranoia, Physical Complaints and Pain, Psychosis, Religious Preoccupations, Self-Esteem Problems,

Self-Mutilation, Sexual Performance Problems, Sexual Preoccupations, Sleep Problems, Sloppiness, Speech Difficulties, Stress, Suicidal Thoughts, and Trauma. (James Whitney Hicks, M.D., Yale University Press Health and Wellness)

Posted by Unknown 09:58 0 comments

Kisaragi Station

In 2004, a 2ch user called Hasumi posted in the middle of a thread entitled "POST ABOUT
STRANGE OCCURRENCES AROUND YOU: THREAD 26."

Below the cut is the 2ch log of the incident.
________________________________
98 ：Hasumi：2004/01/08 23:14
This may just be my imagination, but is it okay if I post?

99 ：anonymous：2004/01/08 23:16
Go ahead

100 ：anonymous：2004/01/08 23:18
»98
What’s going on?

101 ：Hasumi：2004/01/08 23:18
I’ve been riding the train for a little while now, and something’s strange.

104 ：anonymous：2004/01/08 23:19
Hmm

107 ：Hasumi：2004/01/08 23:23
It’s the same train I always take, but it hasn’t stopped at a station for about 20 minutes. It always stops after 5 minutes, or 7 or 8 minutes at the most. The only people riding it are me and five others, but they’re all asleep.

108 ：anonymous：2004/01/08 23:23
You’re not going to get off the train or anything like that, are you?

111 ：anonymous：2004/01/08 23:25
You sure it’s not an express train or anything?

112 ：anonymous：2004/01/08 23:25
»107
High-speed train?

114 ：Hasumi：2004/01/08 23:29
Like you’ve said, there’s the possibility that I’ve gotten on the wrong train. I’ll hang in there a little longer. If something else weird happens, I think I’ll ask you guys for advice.

115 ：anonymous：2004/01/08 23:35
Well for now, why don’t you go to the front car
and find the conductor?

116 ：anonymous：2004/01/08 23:40
It’d be terrible if something happened to the conductor. Go check on him!

118 ：Hasumi：2004/01/08 23:44
It doesn’t look like we’re going to stop soon so I’ll go check.

126 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:00
There are blinds or something over the windows so I couldn’t see any conductor. I’m on Shizuoka’s private railroad.

131 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:02
»126
What if you try knocking on the window?

137 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:08
I did, but there was no reply.

146 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:13
Can you see what’s outside the window?
Like names of other stations you pass by or something

153 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:19
We’ve slowed down a bit since coming out of the tunnel. Although there isn’t usually a tunnel… It’s the train that starts at Shin Hamamatsu (Station).

156 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:23
It looks like we’re going to stop at a station.

157 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:24
You’re not going to get off, are you?

160 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:25
We’re stopped at Kisaragi Station now. Should I get off? I’ve never seen or heard of this station before.

162 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:26
You should definitely get off

165 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:28
Stay on until the final destination

166 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:29
It’s probably left already, right

161 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:26
»Hasumi
What time did your train leave?

167 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:29
I got off. It’s an unmanned station. The train I was on left at 11:40, I believe.

168 ：Machida Bodyguard：2004/01/09 00:30
I can’t find anything on Kisaragi Station…
Anyway, that means Hasumi’s train has been going for an hour?
Alright, I’m really taking a bath now.

170 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:32
Kisaragi Station’s not turning up anywhere…

176 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:34
I thought I’d try taking the train back so I looked for a timetable, but I couldn’t find one. The train’s still here – would it be safer to get back on? And as I wrote that, the train left.

181 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:36
Are there any buildings nearby that look like there may be people in them?
It’s cold so take care of yourself.|

182 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:36
I’ll leave the station and look for a taxi or something. Thank you.

183 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:36
That’s a good idea
Be careful

185 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:39
The last train of the night arriving at an unmanned station -
I doubt it will be easy to find a taxi

186 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:41
And thus, Hasumi became a resident of a second dimension

187 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:41
There was no taxi or anything. What should I do

190 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:43
»187
Find a station attendant or GO to a police box

191 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:43
Dial 110 (police)?

193 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:43
How about calling a taxi company?

194 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:43
Ya got no choice but to go to a police box

195 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:44
If there’s a phone nearby, look up a taxi company in the phone book

22004 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:48
I called my house and asked my parents to come pick me up, but they don’t seem to know where Kisaragi Station is either. They said they’d look it up on a map and come get me, but I’m kinda scared.

209 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:50
What about the other people?
Were you the only one to get off the train?

213 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:52
＞Ms. Hasumi
I looked up the station on the internet, too, but I can’t find any station by that name. You’re sure you’re in the vicinity of Shin Hamamatsu?
I’ll try Yahoo

214 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 00:53
I looked for a public phone but there isn’t one. The other people didn’t get off the train, so I’m alone now. The station is definitely called Kisaragi.

217 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:56
Sometimes public phones are outside of stations.

220 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:56
Why don’t you leave the station for a bit?

221 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:57
After investigating a little,
the station could be written as “鬼” (demon) and read as “Kisaragi”…

225：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:00
»221
Demon Station…
Creepy~

218 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 00:56
Are you a game nerd? When I Googled it, I got a game.

223 ：cell phone person：2004/01/09 00:59
Post the stations before and after Kisaragi. Don’t tell me they’re not on a sign somewhere.

229 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 01:01
What do you mean by a game? The next and previous stations aren’t written anywhere.

249 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:08
Walk along the highway until you get home.

256 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:11
If you start running now, you might be able to catch up to the train!

258 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:11
Since it’s a station, there should be houses or something around it right?

259 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 01:12
You’re right. I panicked and didn’t realize that. I’ll walk along the highway and wait for my parents to call. I just tried to look up info on the town via i-mode, but I kept getting a “point something” error. I want to go home.

261 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:12
»257
Whether this is a hoax or not, I’ll put forth some serious attempts to get this solved.

280 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 01:18
There’s really nothing nearby. All I can see are fields and mountains. But I think if I can find and follow the highway, I can get home, so I’ll try my best. Thank you. I don’t mind if you think this is a hoax, but if I get into more trouble, may I ask for advice again?

283 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:18
»280
Sure
For now, just be careful

285 ：Machida Bodyguard：2004/01/09 01:19
Of course~
Be careful that your cell phone battery doesn’t run out. It’s your lifeline now.

286 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:19
»280
Don’t go the wrong way.
And be careful in the tunnel

296 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:22
Will cell phone signals reach a place that has nothing there?
I think you should stay at the station…

303 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:24
All alone at an unmanned station on a cold night
Maybe soon the lights will go out and it’ll really be pitch black…

304 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:25
The highway is an even more pitch black trap. There’s a tunnel ahead, too, right?

305 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:25
Still, maybe it was safer to wait at the station until sunrise…

308 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:26
This is bad

317 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 01:30
I got a call from my dad. We talked for a while, and he told me that if I really didn’t know where I was, I should call 110 (police). I’m a little hesitant, but I guess I’ll call them and ask them to come get me.

358 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:43
I think it’d be easier to travel when it gets light…

361 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:45
You’re waiting all alone in the middle of the night?
In an unfamiliar, mysterious place…

362 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:46
»361
Can you make it through the tunnel on your own in the middle of the night?
On a highway in an unfamiliar, mysterious place…

363 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:46
Can you really walk along a road you’ve never seen before in this cold?

380 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 01:55
I called 110 and tried my hardest to explain my current situation, but they thought it was a prank and got mad at me. I was afraid, so I apologized…

382 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:56
»380
Why would you apologize
Just give up for tonight
Wait for the first train in the morning

388 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:58
What’s it like around the station? Is there anything there?

386 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 01:57
I can hear something that sounds like taiko drums in the distance, as well as what I think are bells. I honestly don’t know what to do anymore

391 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 01:58
For now just go back to the station, Hasumi
If you get lost, going back to where you started is the best thing to do

395 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:00
This is just the beginning…

396 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:00
Taiko drums and bells…?
(´･ω･`)　
Bam bam ring ring

400 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:01
They’re just having a festival or something

401 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 02:01
You may think I’m lying, but I’m so frightened I can’t look behind me. I want to go back to the station but I can’t turn around.

406 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:03
»401
Run. Don’t you dare turn back.

420 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:08
You can’t head back to the station anymore.
You’ll get taken away.
Just run for the tunnel!
It should be closer than you think.

422 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 02:09
I heard someone behind me shout, “Hey! It’s dangerous to walk along the highway! Stop that!” I thought it might have been the station attendant, but when I turned around there was a man with only one leg standing about 10 meters behind me. Then he disappeared. I’m so scared, I can’t move.

426 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:11
»422
That’s why I told you not to turn back. Run

423 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:09
»Hasumintan
Calm down and listen to me, ok?
Head towards the sound of the taiko drums
There must be someone playing those drums

424 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:10
»420
Where are you trying to make Hasumin go?

433 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:12
»424
You’re wrong, Hasumin is going to be taken away NOW.
So if you ever want to go back, you should go back now.

428 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:11
If it was only one leg, how do you know it was “a man”?

429 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:12
»428
…She meant a man who was missing one leg.

436 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:13
It must have been a man who lost his leg on that highway

435 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 02:13
I can’t walk anymore, and I can’t run. The sound of taiko drums is getting closer.

445 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:17
»Hasumi
Just wait until day breaks
When it gets light, you won’t be afraid

446 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:17
You should’ve stayed on the train

452 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 02:20
I’m still alive. I’m bleeding from when I fell, and I’m tightly holding on to my heel that broke. I don’t want to die yet.

487 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:32
Well one thing’s for sure – things aren’t going to get better any time soon

488 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:32
»Hasumin
If you make it through the tunnel, you’ll be safe
Once you come out of the tunnel, let us know right away

492 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 02:35
I called my house. My dad said he’d call the police, but the sound is getting closer.

500 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:38
Just pray that the sound isn’t coming from the train
Though it may be too late

516 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 02:45
I somehow made it to the entrance to the tunnel. The name is “Isakan”. The sound is getting closer so I think I’ll summon up some courage and head through the tunnel. If I make it out safe and sound, I’ll post again.

520 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:46
»516
Good luck

522 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 02:47
This is the end.
The train and the station are gone.
There’s nowhere left to return to.
No one to follow.
The sound you hear is an illusion you’re creating yourself.
Run to the other side of the tunnel.
If you stop, you’ll be trapped between worlds, left to suffer.

562 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 03:10
I’m out of the tunnel. There’s someone standing in the distance. It looks like I was right to follow your advice. Thank you. I’ve been crying so my face is a mess; I could be mistaken for a monster.

566 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:11
Wait, Hasumi!
Keep away!

569 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:12
Stop, I tell you! That’s not good!

570 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:12
Someone standing there at this time of night?
That’s suspicious…

586 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 03:20
Sorry for worrying you. This very kind person has offered to give me a ride to the closest station. There’s apparently something like a business hotel there. Thank you all so much.

588 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:21
Hasumin, there’s something I want to ask you.
Where are you? Ask the kind person the name of the town.

590 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:21
Is he really kind?
He might be scarier than anything else

593 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:23
Well, there you go.
So, what is that place?

596 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:25
That person sound fishy!
Why would he be next to the highway at this time?
I’m sure he was disposing of a body or something
When he met you, Hasumin
Run!!

606 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 03:29
When I asked him what the name of this place is, he said it’s called “Hina”. I don’t know if you’ll believe me.

607 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:29
Hasumin, get out of the car!

610 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:29
Sorry, Kasumin [sic]. Where is Hina?

621 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:36
That’s strange
For a creep to give a ride to a girl walking along the highway at this time…
I wonder what he did

623 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 03:37
We’ve been heading towards the mountains. I can’t imagine there’s a place to leave a car there. He won’t speak at all anymore.

627 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:40
Nothing good can come from meeting a creep this late at night.

628 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:41
Maybe he won’t talk because you’re staring at your cell phone all the time.

629 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:41
Hasumin, this is bad
Did you tell your parents that you made it through the tunnel?

631 ：anonymous：2004/01/09 03:41
Ms. Hasumi
Please dial 110
These may be your last words

635 ：Hasumi：2004/01/09 03:44
My battery’s almost out. Things are getting strange so I’ll look for my chance and run. He’s started mumbling nonsense to himself. I’ll make my move. This will be my last post.

※ “Hasumi” did not appear again after this post.
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*The original 2ch thread is linked here: http://llike.net/2ch/fear/kisaragi.htm

*Originally in Japanese text, the thread was translated by LiveJournal's mikanseijin (http://mikanseijin.livejournal.com/986.html).

*This creepypasta can be found at hellyeahhorrormanga at Tumblr.

*2channel (2ch for short) is a Japanese textboard which was launched in 1999.

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