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Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:39:00 No.9770310 View View Reply Original Report

Quoted By: >>9770318 >>9770360 >>9770388

Hey /x/ anyone want to write a creepy pasta.
I was thinking about some .mp3 called girlsdream.mp3
And a guy who was listening to it and turned into a doll or some bullshit but he still saw everything and heard everything and felt everything. he than had an autopsy where he felt every last bit of pain. He was then burriyed and is still underground alive. And everytime someone listens to this .mp3 he will come after you or something

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:40:00 No.9770313 Report

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But this is just the basic idea and I need someone to help me write the full story.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:42:00 No.9770318 Report

Quoted By: >>9770322

>>9770310
Make a demo track

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:44:00 No.9770322 Report

Quoted By: >>9770326 >>9770328

>>9770318
Of the file, and if, I don't know now

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:44:00 No.9770323 Report

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This website may have some useful research material for you.

www.isabellavalentine.com

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:44:00 No.9770326 Report

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>>9770322
how*

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:45:00 No.9770328 Report

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>>9770322
You just have the idea but no experience with audio?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:47:00 No.9770332 Report

Quoted By: >>9770341

>>9770328
No I don't think the file has to be that weird.
And yes i have no experience with audio

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:51:00 No.9770341 Report

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>>9770332
Hm. Maybe someone here will be able to help. Sounds interesting anyways.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:58:00 No.9770358 Report

Quoted By: >>9770378 >>9770383 >>9770393 >>9770537

Part 1:
It all started with a song. It feels like ages ago but I know thats just my mind playing tricks on me. Time passes slower here, in this shell. This fucking shell.
I had just gotten out of class and was walking home. In the middle of the road I noticed something plastic catch my eye. I was never one to give up on free shit so I checked for cars and hopped my ass over to it. It was a flash drive, 4 gb, not bad. I pocketed it and headed home and didn't find it again for a few days when I was emptying my pockets. When I hear it fall and clang on the floor and I saw it there, I feel it then for the first time I think. I don't know, maybe I'm remembering it wrong, but I think it was calling to me even then.I picked it up and it was ice fucking cold in my hand, so much so it was uncomfortable. That made me curious and that when I decided to check its contents. I loaded it up in my computer and found several glitched .jpgs so I figured it was corrupted. I was about to format when I noticed a single audio file titled girlsdream.mp3.

Sat 24 Mar 2012 12:59:00 No.9770360 Report

Quoted By: >>9770367

>>9770310
>Hey guise write an creppypaste for me
>Also do an music for it
>kthxbai

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:02:00 No.9770367 Report

Quoted By: >>9770398

>>9770360
Sorry I want to write it myself but I really cant hold the story together, there are always a lot of flaws in there and a lot of plot holes. I've tried many times but failed. Also I'm really inexpirienced with audio!

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:05:00 No.9770378 Report

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>>9770358
More?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:06:00 No.9770383 Report

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>>9770358
Wow awesome.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:07:00 No.9770388 Report

Quoted By: >>9770392

>>9770310
If he becomes a doll then why are they doing an autopsy on him?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:08:00 No.9770392 Report

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>>9770388
Too see wtf is going on with his body

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:08:00 No.9770393 Report

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>>9770358
Continue...

Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:10:00 No.9770398 Report

Quoted By: >>9770406

>>9770367
Your idea is lame. It is what youtube chainposts are made of.
>Dis guy listen to song and he turn into doll den he die and he die really hurtful and felt pain and when he dead some more they bury him alive and if you listen to song he eat you unless you post this 2 6 comments.
See?
Stop.

Take some writing classes, read some books, lurk more, never ask others to express your individual artistic vision. If that doesn't work, kill yourself.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:11:00 No.9770400 Report

Quoted By: >>9770458

>>9770378

I played the audio file. At first all I heard was static. My heart felt cold and full of dread. I heard a faint girl's voice... I couldn't tell what it was saying, but as it spoke, the lights grew dim. I heard a sound from my closet. As I watched in horror, a dark, evil-looking shadow person crept out. He had a large pair of bellows, with a long slender muzzle of ivory: this he conveyed eight inches up my anus, and drawing in the wind, he affirmed he could make the guts as lank as a dried bladder. He let in the muzzle while the bellows were full of wind, which he discharged into my body; then withdrew the instrument to replenish it, clapping his thumb strongly against my asshole; and this being repeated three or four times, the adventitious wind would rush out, bringing the noxious along with it, (like water put into a pump). I saw him try both experiments upon a dog, but could not discern any effect from the former. After the latter the animal was ready to burst, and made so violent a discharge as was very offensiven. The dog died on the spot, and I left the closet man endeavouring to recover him, by the same operation.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:12:00 No.9770406 Report

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>>9770398
Don't jump to conclusions. Something could be made from this.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:14:00 No.9770414 Report

Quoted By: >>9770427 >>9770537

Part 2:
What did I do? You know what I did. I know what I did. I played it.
You know that feeling when a rollercoaster clicks those last few slow gear at the top of the drop? That stomach churning feeling that makes you regret ever leaving your bed that morning? That fucking song was that concentrated into sound. The first few seconds were grinding, like inhuman joints bowing and snapping. Its sounded like something being tortured, making sounds that didn't sound like a person or any aminal was making them, but you could tell it was in pain. This was creepy, granted, but it was tolerable. This was the kinda stuff you might lose a little sleep over, but what came next made me fucking wish I was born deaf. I would have a newborn fucking baby right in front of its mother to take back what came next.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:20:00 No.9770427 Report

Quoted By: >>9770433 >>9770460 >>9770537

>>9770414
Part 3:
The voice. The voice came next. It wasn't English. but it didn't matter. I heard it, and that aaaaall that matters. I heard that girl's voice, singing her satanic prayer, for a fucking playmate. I feared her, I loathed her, and I loved her all at one. I felt dizzy the way you do when you drink way past your limit and I feel out of my chair. I puked for the first time then. It was the strongest one, I think. I must have purged 10 pounds of fluilds, mostly blood. I had to dry for her, you see? Do you understand? I have to purify myself, and that goddamn song taught me how.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:22:00 No.9770433 Report

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>>9770427
Wow I like where this is going

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:30:00 No.9770458 Report

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>>9770400
Nope.jpg

OP has created a story beyond his wildest fears.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:30:00 No.9770460 Report

Quoted By: >>9770481 >>9770537

>>9770427
Part 4:
I didn't leave my apartment for days. I had my horrible precious song on loop and It taught me. It showed me and it guided me like a mother what I had to do. I had to dry and I had to cut and I had to cover. I turned the heat as high as it would go. I didn't need to sleep, my sweet girl saw to fucking that. I had a rigorous cycle, drain, cut, cover, drain, cut, cover, drain, cut, cover, drain, cut, cover, drain, cut, cover... you get the point. After the first couple days, my mouth ceased to function, I couldn't get anymore fluids out that way, I think I ripped something there. When I stuck my hand it my mouth it felt solid. There was no hole. Holes were bad, you see? Holes were sin, sin, sin. I had to be pure. The cutting was my favorite part. Slicing the dirty, weak flesh off my bones. The covering I never loved. I had all the eyes of the stove and the oven itself filled with whatever plastic I had. I would melt it there. and after cutting, I would pour. Watching as it poured, the plastic danced in time to the fucking girl's song. It wove around me like agile tentacles. Finally, each strand would find its proper place and it would settle and dry. It made me pure.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:41:00 No.9770481 Report

Quoted By: >>9770496 >>9770537

>>9770460
Part 5:
By the fifth day, movement became a grueling chore. I could move my legs at my hips and my arms at the shoulders. All my other jointed had dried. The only way I could walk was by toddering side to side. My feet no longer went across the wooden floors silently. Sweet click clack, in time with the music. I would todder. It became hard to do my work, but I was almost done. I cut my dick off slowly, playing with the concept, sweet horrible pleasure rushed through me. My girl was happy at this, and the last of my dirty filthy blood gushed out of me in roups like cum. In time, not with the heartbeat I no longer possessed, but with my sweet song. My sweet dream pumped inside my chest now. I covered one last excruciating time and felt... whole. I when to the mirror to examine myself and I was exquisite. A beautiful monster. The process had shrunk me, all the better to crawl in windows. I closed my eyes and I was at last allowed to sleep.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:48:00 No.9770496 Report

Quoted By: >>9770534 >>9770537

>>9770481
Part 6:
I awoke and everything was very different. The way it is now. No human instinct or feeling, just cold drive, pure need. I was being handled by police officers. I song had been turned off! I couldn't move, but did I want to. Seeing the wet filthy humans filled me with rage. I wanted to break them open and spill the horrible blood that was stuck inside of them. It was putrid, I could smell it, but I was powerless. I would have to wait. They were very confused by what they found in my apartment, I could tell. My flesh littered the floor. I'm sure they managed to scrap it all up into a pile, it would have been enough to mold into a corpse, put it in a suit and bury it. I was pure now, my filth was washed away. I wondered where they were taking me.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:52:00 No.9770510 Report

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Anyone still here?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:53:00 No.9770514 Report

Quoted By: >>9770523

>>9770510
Yes. Save this all.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:55:00 No.9770523 Report

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>>9770514
Doing it

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:57:00 No.9770534 Report

Quoted By: >>9770557

>>9770496
Part 7:
I was taken to a hospital. All the people there, all that blood. I couldn't stand the torture of it. They cut into my dry hard flesh with knife, but I would heal before they could get the scapels out. It hurt me, but not as much as the fucking sight of them. Such fucking dirty, wet filth pulsing through them. All at once, my world lit up. They had found my sweet, sweet song and they were playing it. I rose from my bed and tested my new mouth on the closest doctor's face. I helped him relieve so much blood. I won't go into detail about what I did in the hospital, but you can probably guess. I dried and I cut but I couldn't cover. The sweet girl would let the plastic dance for them like she had for me. I would pour it on them but it would dry in ugly ugly blobs. It was dry, but useless. I was special in her eyes. If I wasn't always smiling, this thought would have made me do so anyway.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 13:59:00 No.9770537 Report

Quoted By: >>9770559

>>9770496
>>9770481
>>9770460
>>9770427
>>9770414
>>9770358

This is fucking awesome. Genuine chills. I can't remember the last creepypasta that gave me that feel.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 14:01:00 No.9770546 Report

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4chan needs a bulletin board.

inb4 /soc/

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 14:04:00 No.9770557 Report

Quoted By: >>9770566

>>9770534
Part 8: final
They found me in hospital, and they tried to stop me in several ways. They finally were smart enough to cut the power to the hospital and kill my sweet music, the fuckers. I waited for them, and what they fucking did to me was horrible. THey fucking buried me, in the filthy fucking dirt. GODDAMN IT. It is so horrible here in the dark, the waste of a million years of wet, sloppy trash packed in all around me. You can help me though, you see. Thats why I'm talking to you. Find my lady's song and play it. It doesn't matter how quiet or where you are. I'll hear it, and then I can dig myself free of this fucking dirt. I'll be sure to find you and thank you personally. Don't worry, I won't do anything you don't need, you dirty maggot. I will dry you, I will make you pure. Find my lady's song, and I will free you.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 14:05:00 No.9770559 Report

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>>9770537
Thank you, anon. Glad to write.

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 14:06:00 No.9770566 Report

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>>9770557
GOLD!

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 14:09:00 No.9770581 Report

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Archive for great justice?

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 14:13:00 No.9770590 Report

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http://chanarchive.org/request_votes
Needs votes the first one

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 14:15:00 No.9770595 Report

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>>9770590
vooted

It's great to witness creepypasta in the making

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 14:18:00 No.9770605 Report

Quoted By: >>9770618

Needs one more vote

Anonymous

Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 14:23:00 No.9770618 Report

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>>9770605
done. Anyone wanna make the sound file?

Anonymous

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Anonymous Sat 24 Mar 2012 15:05:00 No.9770686 Report

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Anonymous Sun 25 Mar 2012 02:42:00 No.9772928 Report

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fucking terrifying. terrific. well done anon.

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