Creepy Stories.
This is not a fiction! It really happened in my Terrari’i!
The first day after creating a card ..
I created an ordinary world with the unusual name World 666, I thought that it might happen? I, as usual, chopped wood, began to build a house. When the first floor with a guide room was ready, I went and killed a skeleton, since I already have a pumped Persian in holy armor and.T.p. It was easy. I decided not to go to Danzh, I just could not find anything worth. I returned home, but my friend called me, and I offered to play with me, he agreed. I restarted the world for the multi -player, and my friend and I went to kill the wall of the flesh. When we began to dig a passage to hell, the sound of a broken vase rang out from above, but where does the vase come from at the top?! We did not pay attention to this and digging further, later we killed the wall of the flesh, we teleported upstairs (with the help of a mirror) and saw that there was a piece of distortion near the house, as if we had thrown a bottle from Unholy Water (I do not know how to translate the UNHLY ENGLY). We immediately thought on top of each other, but it was not possible, because we were always there. Strange things began at night, for no reason the skeleton Prime was called up, I never had his baits, and my friend was always in sight and could not invisibly call him! We were very surprised, somehow killed him, and just morning came. I bought dust from the dryad and went to cleanse the distortion that has grown around the house. Almost all day we cleared the infected territory. When the night came, oddly enough, there was not a single mob near the house, but there was a bloody moon! When the morning came, we went to scout the world, corruptors attacked us (creatures from distortion, which, with their shells, turn all the grass into grass from distortion). During the battle, they ruined the entire grass near the house. Closer in the evening (in the game we began to remove the grass from dust distortion, which can be bought from the Dryad), when suddenly a bottle of UNHoly water flew from the left side of the card. I didn’t put on the bricks a little, and began to run into my friend because he threw this bottle at me, but he was very far away and could not do it … There was still an evening and the underground cavities were still a little visible, and when I once again sprinkled the distortion of dust, I noticed the outline of the player, who made the movement with his hand as when the sword was hit. I decided that it was time to finish playing this world and turned off the server.
My friend and I know that none of us are trying to substitute anyone, we decided to play on this map again. As soon as night came, we were already frightened, because this world met us with the inscription: “You hear the cries of horror around you”. Yes- Yes, it appears only with the destruction of the shadow sphere … And in the morning the king of slugs attacked us. For us, well -pumped players, he is not a boss, but no one called him out although he himself comes. We quickly killed him, but another one, more and more, and so 3 times … at night came, and that is, twins came (two eyes green spasmotism and a red retake), unfortunately, we did not have time to kill them. In the morning, the Snow Legion came, for the next one, after its destruction, we decided not to play this “terrible”, there is no “hellish” map. At least together ..
I repeat, True, try to create a standard world with the name World 666 in Terraria.
Good time of day. I just registered and ask you to post this story, it is real. As usual, I sat in VKontakte and suddenly saw my friend on Skype, and decided to play with him in Unreal Tournament Titan Pack, here is our correspondence:
[15:44:41] Yara s.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Cho do not beresh?
[15:44:48] Timon: wait 30 min.
[15:45:10] Yara s.T.A.L.TO.E.P.: I Naruto with yesterday began to spill 😎
[15:57:37] Timon: Nelsonhaha.Com/
[15:57:38] Timon: Nelsonhaha.Com/
[15:57:40] Timon: Nelsonhaha.Com/
[15:57:42] Timon: Nelsonhaha.Com/
[15:57:44] Timon: Nelsonhaha.Com/
[15:58:17] Yara s.T.A.L.K.E.R.: dumb link, such idiotic links millions!
[16:00:13] Timon: Click on the Link
[16:00:15] Timon: Click on the Link
[16:00:17] Timon: Click on the Link
[16:00:20] Timon: Click on the Link
[16:00:22] Timon: Click on the Link
[16:01:02] Yara s.T.A.L.TO.E.R.: once again you throw off, I will write very bad words in the chat and not … I have a brain with this link, this is a warning
[16:02:26] Timon: Not Return Because of the Cra
[16:02:29] Timon: Not Return Because of the Cra
[16:02:31] Timon: Not Return Because of the Cra
[16:02:34] Timon: Not Return Because of the Cra
[16:02:38] Timon: Not Return Because of the Cranot Returnause of the Cranot Return of the Cranot Return of the Cranot Return of the CranotRETURN BecAuse of the Cranot Return Because of the Cranot Return Because of the Cra
[16:03:14] Yara s.T.A.L.K.E.P.: Yes you for … stop fluid … you got me.
[16:04:23] Timon: Artem is not a virus Cra
[16:04:26] Timon: Artem is not a virus Cra
[16:04:27] Timon: Artem is not a virus Cra
[16:04:28] Timon: Artem Is Not a Virus Cra
[16:04:29] Timon: Artem is not a virus Cra
[16:04:31] Timon: Artem is not a virus Cra
[16:04:38] Timon: not
[16:04:53] Yara s.T.A.L.TO.E.P.: Stop fluid, the whole brain is already .
[16:05:21] Timon: Translate
[16:05:41] Yara s.T.A.L.K.E.P.: I will not hang flood!
[16:06:13] Timon: TNNJ is not aurt, this is the virus of the KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
[16:06:20] Timon: Rrrrrrrrrrr
[16:06:24] Timon: AAAAAAAAAAAAA
[16:06:42] Timon: Cra
[16:06:48] Timon: Cra
[16:06:51] Yara s.T.A.L.TO.E.P.: DV Enough, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
[16:06:53] Timon: Cra
[16:07:20] Timon: Not Fluydddddddd
[16:07:37] Timon: TNJ is the KRA virus
[16:07:43] Yara s.T.A.L.TO.E.P.: Yes b … this is Fluuuuuuuuu
[16:07:52] *** Subscriber Timon does not answer. ***
[16:08:10] Timon: No conversation
[16:08:14] Yara s.T.A.L.TO.E.R.: if you do not stop printing, I will leave Skype!
[16:08:45] Timon: I repeat once again, I’m not an artoma
[16:08:55] Timon: Cra Cra Cra
[16:09:14] Yara s.T.A.L.K.E.R.: What kind of kraaaaaa
[16:09:53] Timon: TNJ Viral Program and not Artom
[16:10:25] Yara s.T.A.L.TO.E.P.: So, if it is Kra, then how you speak to me and explain everything?
[16:11:52] Yara s.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Cho thought, I know, it’s you, Artyom, so do not get fun, I will fall right away, it will be difficult to dilute me
[16:12:25] Timon: Lave.Ink
Soon he flew out for 3 minutes from Skype and returned again, but finally he picked up the phone and he did not understand what kind of conversation, since he could not joke, and I drank to his house, he had no chat, but then I began to understand that he did not understand what I was talking about.
What is not clear, write to me, I will tell you in more detail.
I have always been a person who likes mysticism, but who believes little in it. Moreover, I never believed in the so -called “deadly files”. But this story made me come to terrible horror ..
This case occurred recently. I sat late at night at the computer and read the stories on 4story. Suddenly I came to Skype a message from my friend Vladimir.
– Great, Ivan. Why are you sitting on the internet so late?
– Hi, yes, I read horror stories. Parents left the house for 2 days, you can not sleep at least all night.
– Scarecrow is good … Well, I’ll send you this right now, you go nuts with fear! You remember the so -called “21” files was fond of. I even wrote a story … Well, I found one real. Catch. I’m writing you from the hospital right now.
– I catch … only I’m not afraid of this crap! And you be healthy! If the truth is sick.
I saved the file and read the name death.AVI. I was smiling, now I felt in the place of the heroes of numerous stories, nevertheless, I did not believe. Common sense prompted me: “What if the truth? May not open?»But curiosity was stronger. Just in case, he reduced the sound, you never know what Internetmen came up with and cut the video. The beautiful, but mysterious, music, video, the video automatically stretched over the entire screen. A fog appeared on the video from which a man slowly appeared, the camera approached him and I saw that this is the hero of the comedy “Very Scary Cinema” – a maniac in the mask of death. A wild laughter sounded from my lips. “Well, nonsense,” I thought. But suddenly a dialog box and a message appeared on the screen: “Hello, mortal”. Barely restraining laughter, I answered the stranger the same. Then a new thought surfaced in my head: “This is a video? Maybe a virus? Yes, well, the virus in AVI format “. The stranger said that he knows what I was doing right now, and that I think this is a draw, and the file is just a virus. The smile slowly disappeared from my face. Meanwhile, the stranger continued to prove that all this is not just a video. He described me in detail, my family that I do right now. Then came a message highlighted with bloody color: “I’m going to visit. Now I will knock 3 times ”… Someone knocked on the window exactly 3 times, as the person wrote on the video. I quickly ran to the window, but I did not see anyone, it was dark on the street, not surprisingly not one lantern worked. I received a new message: “I know that you went to the window … Take the phone”. I was shaking with fear, suddenly a phone rang, I believed until the last that all this was a coincidence or a joke. I looked at the screen of the mobile phone, the number was only a record: “Call from hell”. I picked up the phone, someone spoke the text in a language incomprehensible to me, but that I was just killed by this that moans and cries were heard in the background. There was a call again, but now the doorbell. I ran into the kitchen, grabbed the knife, carefully went to the door and looked into the eye. On the threshold stood a man in a black hoodie, a mask of “death” was dressed on his face. I got dressed quickly and ran to the window. Suddenly a bright light blinded me when I opened my eyes, I saw the same stranger at the window, the silver light illuminated him. I ran to another room, the window of which went to the other side of the house. But I saw a stranger again. I ran to the PC, and tried to close the video, but nothing helped me. The stranger wrote threats that he would kill me. I pulled out the cord from the outlet, the computer, unlike other similar stories, was exhausted, but the stranger continued to call the doorbell. I did not know what to do, but suddenly the subscriber called me “from hell” again. I picked up the phone and heard the loud laughter of Vova.
All this turned out to be just a rally of three of my friends. The file was not at all video recording, death.AVI was only his name, in fact, the file had a resolution of EXE and was a regular program written by my friends. I turned out to be so predictable that my friends knew my algorithm of action exactly. They dressed in death costumes and were waiting for me by the windows with flashlights. The joke about the call “from hell” turned out to be quite ancient, Vladimir just renamed his notebook a couple of days before.
We sat at my house and https://admiralsharkcasino.uk/ laughed at what happened. Suddenly a long call rang out at the door. There were 3 nights on the clock. Out of habit, I looked out the window and saw a suspicious red-blue light at an altitude of about 2 meters. We, armed with what’s what, approached the door. I carefully asked: “Who?”… Someone rude male bass replied:” Open! Police! I know that hooligans who broke all the lanterns in the yard have!”I looked askance at friends and saw real fear in their eyes, the real horror is just beginning.
“Morning has passed in vain,” Lisa thought, walking along a sleepy alley in round loneliness. Having taken out the phone, she frantically drew my number.
“Yes, I’m listening,” I answered.
– You watched the video??
– Ah, that very? No, I didn’t look, there was no time, but what is there?
– Do not watch him, you hear?
– But why?
– Can I come to you and I will explain everything?
– Of course, I’m waiting ..
How much I did not wait, Lisa did not come. The calls were unsuccessful, Lisa did not answer them ..
Without waiting for a friend, I went to bed. Soon on the news, I learned terrifying news ..
December 23 at 23:20 a mutilated corpse of a young girl was found. There are no traces of a crime in her apartment, except for one note with the inscription “Never Shout” (never scream).
The feelings that I experienced at that moment cannot be conveyed in words. This was the first injury to leave the imprint on my mind … I could not fall asleep at night, looking at our photos with Lisa, I could not believe that this would no longer be. I could not believe that I had lost my best friend.
To figure it out, I decided to watch the video about which Lisa was talking about. Having pierced our correspondence with her, I still found a link. The video, oddly enough, was called “Never Shout”. Not afraid of anything, I turned on it and started watching it.
The girl was approaching the camera, she walked in small steps, singing a quiet, strange song. I did not understand the words of this song, the only words that I managed to understand were “Never Shout” … Someone was walking behind the girl. Blood sprayed into the chamber. The girl fell, the camera breaks.
Although the video seemed terrible, I did not think that something could happen from him. At night I woke up because the very video turned on. Oh my god, how scary it was. Having turned it off, I went to the kitchen to eat something. A roar came from my room. I was very scared. When everything was subsided, I calmed down a little. Suddenly the window opened sharply, I wanted to scream, but I remembered the words from the song. I heard the front door opened, I heard steps … I did not know what would be. It was unbearable. I closed my eyes and felt someone standing opposite me. This is a very terrible feeling. I felt that something was touching me. I heard a familiar song from the video, then groans, cries were heard … I knew that if I open my eyes, then something terrible would happen. I don’t remember what happened next, but I woke up in the hospital. Mom sat near me and cried. She said that I tried to make suicide, but in fact it is not. I don’t know what happened next, I don’t remember anything.
Good day, visitors to this wonderful site! I did not appear on this site for a very long time, and with great pleasure I read all your stories. As for me, pah-pah, there was no more damn thing with me, but the stories about the inexplicable have now become a kind of hobby for me, it began to collect them now.
This story, which happened to her personally, told me my mother’s friend. Mom and Aunt Zina worked in the early 90s, albeit in different organizations-but communicated on working issues, dined in one dining room and then became friends. My mother worked in UMR (control of mechanized work), and Zina at the radio component factory.
The beginning of the 90s in Irkutsk was a difficult time-there was no salaries, they gave out products, he took himself out who could (I was 5 years old at that time and I remember very well when my mother was given salaries with cereals and frozen strokes). Zina had three children and her husband, who worked there, at the radio component factory, and also liked to lay behind the collar. The youngest, Polina, was 4 years old. Zina worked on the factory on weekdays, and on the weekend she stood on the market – to earn food, I had to sell my new Finnish boots, and the oldest son’s ice axes. At times, despair rolled on Zina – Polinka’s birthday was approaching, and there was no money for a gift and even on the cake, and my daughter dreamed about a doll so! In addition, also husband, Sergey, washed down.
Paul’s birthday was December 5, and December 3 was the anniversary of the death of her older sister, which died 5 years ago from cancer. It was Saturday. In general, as Zina says, she did not plan to go to the cemetery -at the beginning of December, frosts were hit at -30, Siberia after all, and then, she heard that it was better not to disturb the dead in winter … But on the morning of December 3, she got up with firm confidence that she had to go on the first train and arrived at the Smolensk cemetery in the Smolensk cemetery. There was silence, the dead slept in their graves, wrapping themselves in fluffy snowdrifts, the snow was decent, and Zina was a little lost, leaving deeper and deeper in the cemetery.
Dawn. Her attention was focused on her grave – fresh, and decorated along the fence with silver serpentine, usually as the Christmas trees decorate. There was silence in the cemetery, and it was heard how he rustles. “What only people will not come up with!”She thought to herself, went closer to the grave. Instead of the monument, there was still a cabinet, the grave was littered with fresh flowers and luxurious wreaths, which cost in the early 90s fabulous money. A white girl with two pigtails looked from a photo on Zina. And the name is Nadia … died 3 days ago, she was 5 years old. Zina shook her head – such a grief for her parents! But somewhere deeply, envy has stolen her-people live! The grave of roses is strewn! Dear sweets lie on a plate! But the most important thing … Two dolls and a plush bear sat next to the nightstand. The toys were clearly foreign, at least in Irkutsk, Zina did not meet such, attracted special attention to a cup-cup, a large, in a wedding dress, with long black hair, in a veil, face, like a living ..
As Zina later says-something in her head was closed, such envy and anger covered her … From the eternal lack of money, from the drinking husband, and that her beloved daughter, she could not even celebrate her birthday human, and this dead girl had everything! And the hand on the machine grabbed the doll. Zina did not apologize to the dead girl, did not say goodbye – she ran from the cemetery. I woke up only in the train.
At first it became scary that she took the doll from the cemetery, but then she remembered how Polinka dreamed of a new doll. Zina was an atheist, as probably the majority of brought up in the Komsomol, so all bad thoughts about the devilry, and that this is generally a sin, she drove from herself. On December 5, she took money at work, baked her beloved cake to her daughter, the older children made her sister homemade cards, in a word, they spent her birthday. The daughter was delighted with the doll – she dragged her with her everywhere, and to kindergarten, and slept with her, and ate. Called her just: Princess.
A month passed, and Zina no longer remembered how she received this doll. Her husband said that she took money and bought, her conscience no longer tormented her. But suddenly the fields fell ill – the strongest temperature rose. Zina took sick leave and sat with her daughter at home. The field did not become better, the temperature was 39, Zina somehow knocked it up to 38, but she rose again, her daughter cried, had a bad sleep and raped at times-she said that her princess was very cold, as if ice, and still smells of her unpleasant. Zina turned the doll and so and the Syak – plastic, not cold, and it smells nice – Paulka.
The doctors have passed, the doctors suspected Polinka’s pneumonia, the child did not sleep in front of her eyes, she did not sleep at night, sat next to her, Polina cried and complained about the doll, and she also said that she was scared because some evil girl came to her at night, she sings very terribly, and wants to take the doll and take away the doll. When the fields said about the girl – Zina got colder, she remembered immediately about that dead Nadia ..
One day, when the older children were at school, and her husband was at work, Zina was sitting from the fields. She had already fallen asleep, clutching the doll, and Zina hesitated-the night did not sleep almost because of her daughter’s temperature. I woke her singing. It was heard from the corridor-there was no specific song, just “na-on-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na. For some reason, Zina sang, but for some reason it became so scary … She had a desire to jump up and close the door to the room, but she stuck to the chair, she did not know prayers, “our father”, and she flew out of her head … The singing was approaching the room small, she didn’t say a word, just sang with two pigtails and in a beautiful gather. The girl stood, looked at Zina, then at Polina, continuing to sing, and her eyes, as Zina says, she had non -childish, evil and transparent ..
Zina woke up after 10 minutes – out of fear, she fainted, Polinka also slept, clutching her doll to her. Maybe it was just a dream, but Zina grabbed a doll, and, asking a neighbor to sit with her daughter, rushed to the cemetery. It was already 6 o’clock in the evening, winter, dark-somehow an hour later she found the grave of this girl, fell to her knees and for a long, long time she asked her forgiveness. I put the doll next to other toys – and ran from there ..
The fields cried very much, asked where the doll was – but the main thing is that its temperature fell on the same day, there was no wonderful healing that the child got up and ran the next day, they nursed a week, since the child was weakened, but she no longer complained about nightmares. Now she is 24, she already has two children and a wonderful husband, she does not remember about the doll, only sometimes she says that she recalls some vague nightmares.
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