why do we have this, we already have a scary/paranormal thread for people to put stuff in.
This topic was originally about Slenderman.
Looks like one of the things from an Iron Maiden cover.
No Creepypasta thread is complete without Jadusable and the haunted Majora's Mask Cartridge!http://www.youtube.com/user/Jadusablehttp://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Ben_%28Aka_Haunted_Majora%27s_Mask%29
Story now, some of you might recognize it. I modified it quite a bit to make it longer.There once was a man of whom his name is not relevant. This man was a simple man, slightly more curious about the unknown than his friends and family. One day, he received word his mother was deathly ill, and, being as emotionally close to his mother as he was, he decided to visit her.He made plans for his trip that would essentially turn it into a vacation. He would drive south, staying for two nights at a motel at roughly the halfway point, play the tourist for a little bit, then continue his journey to his mother.He leaves late Saturday, just barely making it to his motel late at night. While checking in, the woman at the front desk comments how his room, number 3, is right next to a storage room numbered 4 which used to be a normal room in the hotel.On the way up to his room, he starts thinking about what the woman had said. Why is room number four a storage room, if room number 5 is normal? Why not just have room number 1 be storage, and all the others be normal? His curiosity piqued, he peers in through the old-fashioned keyhole into the room.What he sees is a normal room, no boxes for storage, no special shelves, just a normal, locked room.The next thing he sees is a beautiful pale woman standing at the closed window looking at the moon. Taking a slight step to the left to get a better look, the floorboards outside number 4 creak, causing the woman to whirl her head around to look at whats causing the disturbance.Before even her hair can catch up with the speed her head spun around, the man jumps back, self conscious that the woman might catch him spying on her.The man carries his bags into his room, and after the small, everyday rituals we all go through before going to bed, he lays down and falls asleep.More to come later.
The next day, the man tours around the small town, talking to the locals about nothing in particular, forgetting his experiences outside room four temporarily, but throughout the day, his thoughts always turned back to the beautiful woman he saw in the room.That night, walking past the woman at the front desk, greeting her, he walked up to his room, making a short detour at room number 4.Tonight, all he can see through the keyhole is red, a vivid red color, as if someone had placed a sheet of red paper in front of the keyhole, so one could not see into the room.The man, realizing he can't see through the substance, goes to sleep after packing the few belongings he won't need the next morning.The next day, he checks out of the hotel and makes small talk with the woman at the front desk about the room, slightly pressuring her for information. After a short while, and the promise that the story will go no further than him, (he obviously failed, or I wouldn't be telling you now, would I?), the woman tells him the story.I can't quote exactly what she said, but apparently, the story is that a newlywed couple arrived at the hotel late one night. The man, feeling pressured about the wedding had had an affair with one of the bridesmaids, and later had an argument with his new wife, which rapidly escalated... to a fatal level.The man, out of pure rage murdered his wife and then fled the scene, and has never been seen since.One of the most interesting things about this couple, with the exception of the murder, of course, is that they were both albino. What this means, is that their bodies had no pigment. Essentially, pure white all over their body, hair, skin, as white as (if not whiter than) ghosts.On an unrelated note, eye coloring is made through pigment, a lack of which doesn't mean that your eyes are white, it just means that your irises are transparent, showing the bright, vivid red blood behind them.
oh, and candlejack
