I regret to inform you that what you saw was a ghost cosplayer.
I don't mean someone who's cosplaying as a ghost, I mean a ghost who's cosplaying. That ghost didn't die in the olden days, they're a historical reenactor that died like five years ago.
It could have been. We've had several of those. The main part was that they were self illuminated and also went through a wall/door padlocked from the outside.
I regret to inform you that what you saw was a ghost cosplayer.
I don't mean someone who's cosplaying as a ghost, I mean a ghost who's cosplaying. That ghost didn't die in the olden days, they're a historical reenactor that died like five years ago.
It could have been. We've had several of those. The main part was that they were self illuminated and also went through a wall/door padlocked from the outside.
Right, that's completely consistent with what I said: a ghost who likes dressing up.
Also, if my thesis is correct and this is indeed the ghost of someone who died in recent times, they would also have access to ghosts of flashlights, which would explain how they can be self-illuminated.
I am somewhat torn in my "belief". I fucking love spooky and creepy shit. Like, irrationally enjoy it. When I lived in Pennsylvania, I used to drag my brother around to all the supposedly haunted places, checking them out (there were a shit ton around the Allentown/Eastern PA area). However, despite having a couple very, very weird paranormal experiences (I'll detail those in a moment), I don't actually believe in ghosts.
Unfortunately, my earlier escapades feel like they helped bolster my brothers beliefs to an almost unhealthy level. So I feel very bad about this at times.
My two stories are both from my time working at Dorney Park. The first is far, far more interesting than the second, and I am pissed at myself to this day that I don't still have the pictures from it.
I got to be an area manager of the food services, which unfortunately, meant showing up at 6 am to pass out time sheets, unlock the stands, set up carts, do any last minute stock transfers, etc. One of the stands seemed to have a recurring issue with losing their time sheets, stock order forms. It was, in fact, the place where I had first gotten a "managers" spot, mostly because it was a low traffic gig, but was responsible for stocking and staffing 4 of the surrounding carts, which meant multi tasking and lugging around a lot of stock. So they stuck the older (college job, versus mostly high school employees) in shape guy there.
The place was a fucking dump, built into the basement of an old building. There was an arcade above, and further back into the bowels of the building, was the remains of an old tracked ride. This part was locked off, and the only time I got to see it was when the park GM swung by to show it off to some friends as a lark and let me tag along. Supposedly the building was actually the house of the park founder back when he lived on premise. Overall, pretty gloomy, and often referred to as the dungeon, and fairly creepy (super low ceilings, at 5'7 I could easily palm them). But the strange thing was when I was the stand supervisor, about one in ten days I would show up, something would be missing paperwork wise. Now, the year I was there, I did not have a high amount of respect for the area supervisors at the time. And since two of the three were fired and me getting one of their positions, I guess I was justified. It seemed like every morning I came in, I was always missing some sort of paper work (sign in sheets, finances, etc)
I complained about it a few times, but they always just blew me off with "Oh it's just John [Dorney]", implying his ghost was stealing the paperwork. But I always just chalked up the missing paperwork to them being bad at their jobs, not caring, forgetting to drop it off, etc. Cut to the next season, where I'm now the area manager, showing up to set up things and run the show. Go through all the paper work, drop everything off, etc, etc. Not 45 fucking minutes into my very first shift as the opening manager, I get a call from that stand saying there is no order sheet.
I know I dropped that shit off, I had even marked down a couple notes on it. Like, 100% double and triple checked it, because god dammit, I was going to be better than that. Go over there, pulled out every fridge, checked under all the tables, oven, in every fucking garbage can (hadn't actually opened yet, so they were empty). Nada. Nothing. Just wasn't there. So fine, go to the office, print out a new one. Same shit every once in a while. Sheets would just be gone.
About mid to late August, we were having an unusually slow summer, and the park season was winding down, so we had a lot of time for cleaning and re-organization. Over the years, said stand had become the proverbial dumping ground for random equipment, utensils, bins, etc. Had something extra in a stand you didn't know what to do with? Send it to the dungeon, and add it to the mess of shit. Well, now I actually had power and authority to change that, so a week where we expected torrential rain every day and would be super slow, we ripped the guts out of the three storage areas and did a top to bottom re-organization and cleaning of everything stored there. I grabbed a few workers from other stands, and we busted it out in about 4 days. On Day 3, someone found the food bin.
We had a half dozen stacks of those full size Volrath metal food bins that you see on salad bars, or on the line at Chipolte. A couple bins into one of the stacks, there was a pile of various order forms, time sheets and such. From seven years prior. The next one had six years prior. Then five, then four. By the time we hit the last one, I knew exactly what I was going to find. And sure enough, there was every goddamned form I had dropped off and had to reprint, including several that I had notes with my goddamned handwriting on them.
Honestly, the creepiest and most unsettling experience in my entire fucking life. One of the girls working was literally in tears she was so freaked out.
Now, after some sleuthing, I think I found an explanation, but could never get a confession and a couple of the instances possibly didn't QUITE match up.
The head food manager had been brought in from Cedar Point roughly around the time the sheets started "vanishing." So I heavily suspect her, or someone else aiding her in the plot as a way to mess with people. Nothing else went missing in the next week and a half, but that didn't actually mean much one way or the other. When I brought it up to her and showed her the photos, she appeared dismissive of the whole thing, but she was literally dismissive of basically anything and everything anyway, so that wasn't really a surprise or a shock (she was not a great boss, and her days off were the smoothest days by far). But I suspect her, or a combination of her and another of the managers. I don't think she could have done them all herself, given a portion happened on her days off.
The number one thing that makes me think it was human done and not supernatural is this though - the bins were stored upside down to prevent dust, dirt, rat droppings, etc from sitting in them and accumulating over time. So the descending order which seemed really spooky at the time (most recent on the bottom) actually would have been closest to the top, and the easiest to access. Which I feel like a ghost wouldn't give a shit about at all. Some were also fairly beat up, creased and folded, which implied they weren't placed in smoothly, and probably got pinned when the bins got flipped.
Either way, if it was a prank, it was a frankly impressive one in duration, timing and implementation.
i watched Hereditary last night and quite frankly i loved it. i can understand why the audience was so divided on it, but it was the exact sort of constant state of dread that i enjoy. i think i'd have to see it again to fully understand it, so maybe it leaned too heavily on the family drama at times, but it added a dynamic to it that made it a bit more unique. performances were great. i think Alex Wolff who plays the son was a standout. hard to believe he's the same actor who played the high school version of the kid who turns into The Rock in the recent Jumanji.
Oooh, I've been excited to watch it and doing my usual of keeping away from reviews/write-ups etc. But I fucking love me some constant state of dread. Something that is all too frequently lacking in today's horror films.
That has to be my favorite creepy pasta. All the video game ones are kinda lame, but that one had such a great arc with memorable characters. It wasn't scary, but man it was a ride.
That has to be my favorite creepy pasta. All the video game ones are kinda lame, but that one had such a great arc with memorable characters. It wasn't scary, but man it was a ride.
That. Ben Drowned. And Russian Sleep Experiments will always be my favorite pastas
I actually found and watched/listened to the whole story on Youtube which I found just by searching "Still the Best 1973." It's a pretty good video game story until it gets dumb at the end. Writer had some pretty good instincts vis a vis what would be creepy in a video game, for the most part.
"If you divide the whole world into just enemies and friends, you'll end up destroying everything" --Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind
Thats how its been in past creepy threads. The mythology/nostalgia has been built up so much around it that the actual pictures cant compete and it literally is just a shed in the woods.
Show me a person-shaped cold spot walking across the thermal image, and you might have something. That just looks like they filmed someone crossing the hallway with the doors open.
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We live in an age of cgi beyond the uncanny valley and machine learning based video footage of real people doing things that never happened. Fuck ghosts, that's the real spookiness.
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I'm also in the thinking of even if ghosts were real, as in the wayward souls of the living, well, so what stupid ghost, you're dead. My soul isn't. Oooh you moved a door. Look at me I'm alive I can move doors and windows and pick things up and make noises fuck off ghost.
Actually pulled that one in my teens when we lived in a "haunted" house.
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Show me a person-shaped cold spot walking across the thermal image, and you might have something. That just looks like they filmed someone crossing the hallway with the doors open.
I'm also in the thinking of even if ghosts were real, as in the wayward souls of the living, well, so what stupid ghost, you're dead. My soul isn't. Oooh you moved a door. Look at me I'm alive I can move doors and windows and pick things up and make noises fuck off ghost.
Actually pulled that one in my teens when we lived in a "haunted" house.
Show me a person-shaped cold spot walking across the thermal image, and you might have something. That just looks like they filmed someone crossing the hallway with the doors open.
I'm also in the thinking of even if ghosts were real, as in the wayward souls of the living, well, so what stupid ghost, you're dead. My soul isn't. Oooh you moved a door. Look at me I'm alive I can move doors and windows and pick things up and make noises fuck off ghost.
Actually pulled that one in my teens when we lived in a "haunted" house.
Show me a person-shaped cold spot walking across the thermal image, and you might have something. That just looks like they filmed someone crossing the hallway with the doors open.
Yeah. They say that ghosts are usually cold.
More to the point, living people aren't.
I mean. At least put some effort into your fakery :razz:
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It could have been. We've had several of those. The main part was that they were self illuminated and also went through a wall/door padlocked from the outside.
Also, if my thesis is correct and this is indeed the ghost of someone who died in recent times, they would also have access to ghosts of flashlights, which would explain how they can be self-illuminated.
Unfortunately, my earlier escapades feel like they helped bolster my brothers beliefs to an almost unhealthy level. So I feel very bad about this at times.
My two stories are both from my time working at Dorney Park. The first is far, far more interesting than the second, and I am pissed at myself to this day that I don't still have the pictures from it.
I got to be an area manager of the food services, which unfortunately, meant showing up at 6 am to pass out time sheets, unlock the stands, set up carts, do any last minute stock transfers, etc. One of the stands seemed to have a recurring issue with losing their time sheets, stock order forms. It was, in fact, the place where I had first gotten a "managers" spot, mostly because it was a low traffic gig, but was responsible for stocking and staffing 4 of the surrounding carts, which meant multi tasking and lugging around a lot of stock. So they stuck the older (college job, versus mostly high school employees) in shape guy there.
The place was a fucking dump, built into the basement of an old building. There was an arcade above, and further back into the bowels of the building, was the remains of an old tracked ride. This part was locked off, and the only time I got to see it was when the park GM swung by to show it off to some friends as a lark and let me tag along. Supposedly the building was actually the house of the park founder back when he lived on premise. Overall, pretty gloomy, and often referred to as the dungeon, and fairly creepy (super low ceilings, at 5'7 I could easily palm them). But the strange thing was when I was the stand supervisor, about one in ten days I would show up, something would be missing paperwork wise. Now, the year I was there, I did not have a high amount of respect for the area supervisors at the time. And since two of the three were fired and me getting one of their positions, I guess I was justified. It seemed like every morning I came in, I was always missing some sort of paper work (sign in sheets, finances, etc)
I complained about it a few times, but they always just blew me off with "Oh it's just John [Dorney]", implying his ghost was stealing the paperwork. But I always just chalked up the missing paperwork to them being bad at their jobs, not caring, forgetting to drop it off, etc. Cut to the next season, where I'm now the area manager, showing up to set up things and run the show. Go through all the paper work, drop everything off, etc, etc. Not 45 fucking minutes into my very first shift as the opening manager, I get a call from that stand saying there is no order sheet.
I know I dropped that shit off, I had even marked down a couple notes on it. Like, 100% double and triple checked it, because god dammit, I was going to be better than that. Go over there, pulled out every fridge, checked under all the tables, oven, in every fucking garbage can (hadn't actually opened yet, so they were empty). Nada. Nothing. Just wasn't there. So fine, go to the office, print out a new one. Same shit every once in a while. Sheets would just be gone.
About mid to late August, we were having an unusually slow summer, and the park season was winding down, so we had a lot of time for cleaning and re-organization. Over the years, said stand had become the proverbial dumping ground for random equipment, utensils, bins, etc. Had something extra in a stand you didn't know what to do with? Send it to the dungeon, and add it to the mess of shit. Well, now I actually had power and authority to change that, so a week where we expected torrential rain every day and would be super slow, we ripped the guts out of the three storage areas and did a top to bottom re-organization and cleaning of everything stored there. I grabbed a few workers from other stands, and we busted it out in about 4 days. On Day 3, someone found the food bin.
We had a half dozen stacks of those full size Volrath metal food bins that you see on salad bars, or on the line at Chipolte. A couple bins into one of the stacks, there was a pile of various order forms, time sheets and such. From seven years prior. The next one had six years prior. Then five, then four. By the time we hit the last one, I knew exactly what I was going to find. And sure enough, there was every goddamned form I had dropped off and had to reprint, including several that I had notes with my goddamned handwriting on them.
Honestly, the creepiest and most unsettling experience in my entire fucking life. One of the girls working was literally in tears she was so freaked out.
The number one thing that makes me think it was human done and not supernatural is this though - the bins were stored upside down to prevent dust, dirt, rat droppings, etc from sitting in them and accumulating over time. So the descending order which seemed really spooky at the time (most recent on the bottom) actually would have been closest to the top, and the easiest to access. Which I feel like a ghost wouldn't give a shit about at all. Some were also fairly beat up, creased and folded, which implied they weren't placed in smoothly, and probably got pinned when the bins got flipped.
Either way, if it was a prank, it was a frankly impressive one in duration, timing and implementation.
http://steamcommunity.com/id/pablocampy
It is. It really fucking is.
...who were all mysteriously murdered in that abandoned sugar factory...
...do you remember your friends? They were so alive back then...
...I do.
.... the spooky thread died 16 years ago
That. Ben Drowned. And Russian Sleep Experiments will always be my favorite pastas
That thread died 60 years ago
What creepypasta is this?
Somebody made a thread asking about it in H/A. After some digging, someone found the pictures:
https://forums.penny-arcade.com/discussion/213713/anyone-have-pictures-of-the-shed/p1
I actually found and watched/listened to the whole story on Youtube which I found just by searching "Still the Best 1973." It's a pretty good video game story until it gets dumb at the end. Writer had some pretty good instincts vis a vis what would be creepy in a video game, for the most part.
At the time it was all we had. There were no Slendermans or Mitch McConnells
wait what is extra creepy about Mitch McConnell
He's a fucking kappa.
River spirits should never be elected to prominent political office.
Steam ID XBL: JohnnyChopsocky PSN:Stud_Beefpile WiiU:JohnnyChopsocky
(all their stuff is fake, all of it)
Yeah. They say that ghosts are usually cold.
...did it work?
More to the point, living people aren't.
I mean. At least put some effort into your fakery :razz: