What's the scariest thing you can think of happening to you?

What's the scariest thing you can think of happening to you?

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maybe stubbing my toe really badly, that kind of thing

ylyl with no banana

Being as gay as OP

Being tortured

A life without Sup Forums

cutting my fingernails way too short

going blind in both testicles

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getting a hornet stuck down your jap's eye

Having all of limbs cut off and penis but not dying and then being locked in a room forever where The Big Bang Theory was playing on a giant flat screen television 24/7 and the only food and drink
available would be cottage cheese and V8.

getting cucked

When I was 5 I started seeing demons and angels and experienced something that has always stayed with me and messed me up pretty bad for my whole life. Would anyone like the story?

we all see them. no big deal

I may have been five, but I remember this like it was a recording in my head. I remember every detail of it. This changed my life in so many ways...

>Be me, be five, parents are VERY christian.
>Start seeing a man in a suit fly through my window and he would come and talk with me during the night... I don't remember what about, I just remember hell came up.
>Start telling my parents about the man.
>Parents freak out and have pastor go through rebuking Satan, putting up protective shields of God, Casting Demons out of every corner of the home...
Remember my older sister holding my hand and leading me around the house as we watched this pastor "exorcise" the home.
>Weeks past and all seems very normal, no more man in a suit is showing up...

Continue?

>religious maniacs

I'm going out on a limb here but I'm prepared to make a large bet that you're from the US

Continue

interesting

continue

The pastor molested you?

Keep going niggy

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deeeath, cancer too

Bump you heathen.

One time, my bestfriend was staying the night at my house in middle school. We look into my neighbor's backyard, and truth be told, we had no idea what we were looking at. They brought a baby out of the house, threw it on a rock, and start laughing about it. Friend and I are shocked, but that was no comparison to mfw they said my name. To make this even worse, they started walking towards my house. Bestfriend and I hide in the hallway, then my doorbell rings. The people talked to my dad for a bit, left, and that was it. We didn't see them in the backyard anymore, dad didn't bring them up, and we had no idea wtf had just happened.

Baby doll? Joke on you? Sounds fishy nig.

Yes, from Colorado

>Everything seems good and I actually remember "scary dreams" are not happening at all anymore.
>One night I'm laying in bed looking at the glow in dark stars on my ceiling I loved quite a bit.
>Pulling my covers up I liked to have just my nose, head and eyes peeking out from my covers.
>Relaxing I am about to fall asleep when a star disappears... then another and another until one last star on my ceiling disappears along with my comfort.
>Pulling up my covers as much as I could I feel like the worst is about to happen.
>Suddenly my mattress flies off my bed springs leaving me tumbling to the ground... away from the safety of my covers... my fortress.
>Scrambling up I did the only thing I could think to do... I grab the mattress and start pushing and heaving with all my might trying to get it back up on the springs.
>Suddenly my heart drops and I turn around.
>Towering above me a black void that was also a demonic body stood in front of me.
>This creature/demon/thing looked down at me with it's jagged red eyes that looked like marbles that had cracked and broke.
>It's mouth wide open revealed a black hole that seemed to pull at me and surrounding it were jagged black obsidian teeth that crowded around the black hole...

becoming a nigger

/thread

I know this seems far fetched, but it was very real. It was the start of many horrible nightmares and demons that have stayed with me my entire life...

>Looking down into the abyss of the black hole I froze and choked with horror. Not a word would escape my mouth..
>I wanted to run but I was backed up against my tilted mattress.
>Without a word the demon ripped me up off the ground and pushed me slowly into his mouth.
>I wanted to die, I wanted to wake up, I wanted to get out... but I could not.
>I felt each and every tooth bury itself deep into my skull as pressure built until my head popped like a pimple under pressure. Pain surged through me as I felt tendon and bone snap, crack and tear apart. I felt him lick up my innards like spaghetti, I felt him chew each part of me before the parts would one by one drop like a leaky faucet into in abyss.
>Each and every part of my dropped like it was falling into an eternal pit of nothing.
>This was the first dream I felt everything... after this dream I continued to feel every single thing that happened in my dreams. The pain was very very bad, I pleaded for death honestly.
>After the last bite dropped into the monsters stomach I ripped upwards in my bed soaked to the bone in sweat.
>Looking up my glow in the dark stars were there.
>My Mattress was on the springs.
>But someone was there.
>Without a second thought I threw off the covers and sheets and went sprinting down the hall to my parents room.
>Running up I remember being so terrified that I was crying and just wanted to be held.
>Jumping into my parents arms I started to squeak out the story of what just happened.
>But something was still wrong.. Something scared me bad and I wouldn't leave my parents side.
>My parents consoled me. reasoned with me, and told me it was going to be okay and that I just needed to go back to bed.
>Pleading I looked up at my parents to see them look at each other for a moment...
>Then my mother grabbed my hand.

lame

Unless this ends with some sort of twist revealing that you were actually struggling with mental illness, then this story is unsalvageable.

It SHOULD have led to a slow realization that the person coming through the window was real the entire time, and your family goes months without knowing that their son was being creeped on by some pedophile.

Being stuck in the U.S. and having to live the rest of my life hand-to-mouth with shitty jobs.

meeting her again and seeing that she don't wanna talk to me at all, like it was last saturday

>mfw living this

May Pagu have mercy on your soul.

>"I am sleeping with you mom... right?" I remember pleading between sobs.
>She didn't say a word. In fact she suddenly would not look down at me, she only tightened her grasp on my hand.
>Suddenly she was moving quickly down the hall.. through the kitchen... to the door of the basement...
This basement was the fear of both my older sister and I and we only went down with each other or adults... I remember the concrete walls, floors, and the crawl space that was a dark endless site.
>I stopped and looked up at my mother in horror and asked "what we were doing?!?"
>My mother now looked frustrated and she quickly opened the door and started walking down the plain unfinished wooden steps. The black and white photos on the wall seemed to look down at me with each step we took. Passing the touch plastic contour map on the way to the bottom I remember my heart sinking.
>Then suddenly quicker then we walked down the stairs my mother's grasp left me and she sprinted up the steps away from me. Sprinting up after her I remember pleading for her to stop.
>She did not..
>Slamming the door shut I heard the lock clink into place.
>I quickly wrapped my hand around the handle and ripped at it madly without any give.
>It hit suddenly.. I was alone with one naked light bulb hanging above me mocking me as it swung back and forth.
>Looking down the one window covered in spider webs let in a few shades of light from the moon...
>Then click, the light bulb went out just like that...
>Reaching up I yanked on the cotton string trying to turn the light back on to no avail...

Niggers and Muslims ruining my lovely country of Ireland

To continue living

If one of my children disappeared and would never be found. I would gladly exchange that to eternal head ache or body scarred to blood thrown in salt bucket or waterboarded or stuck in a narrow cave hole where water is slowly filling the hole or be tortured in a bronze bull or sat on a Judas cradle.

okay you win, that would be fucking horrible, I would exchange that for eternal paralysis from the eyebrows down

Being 'served' one day that I'm thousands of dollars behind on child-support payments for a woman I've never met.

Locked in syndrome

I had this weird ass lucid dream once.

I was sitting in my bed and the other side of the room was an like a mirror of my side, with another me in the bed.

At the wall closest to my feet, where the window was, the whole wall was broken and I could see everything from outside in a state of complete decay.

It was like there had been a war or the apocalypse came and everything was left in ruins.

The "me" from the other side started talking.
>look at it
>it's all gone
>it's pretty, huh

His tone and way of speaking was different fro mine. I cold feel a sort of sadism or pure evil coming from his voice.

He looked at me and kept talking:
>I know you're tired. You should rest.
>Come on, let me take over.

I could feel that he was like the evil twin or something. Or maybe not as much evil as he was completely uninhibited, or uncontrollable.

He got up and came toward me. I couldn't move at all. Then he put his hands on my head.

At that moment I felt a huge electric surge go through my brain. It's as if my mid was being invaded, or maybe overwritten.

I started resisting it and I heard him talk again:
>don't fight it.
>why won't you let go?
>let go...

I kept resisting and suddenly woke up and jumped out of bed.

Even now the thought of that 'me' scares the shit out of me but I also kinda admire him..

It felt like he was completely free, like he was so much more capable of doing anything.

My biggest fear is that I don't have a soul and that I cease to exist after I die. This unimaginable incomprehensible thought of nonexistence that haunts me for hours every day.

didnnt read, too long, dont care

Reincarnation is real and I cannot die...

>pic related

Good for you.
Keep not reading it then, I guess.

Best bad trip story ever. Never give kids acid

>Continuing my sobs I remember every bit of fear screaming louder than I could think.
>I rolled into a ball and pushed my back into the door thinking of all the things that could crawl up those steps...
>But nothing I thought of decided to crawl up those steps.
>Ripping into my own arms out of fear I suddenly froze like I had just earlier in my dream.
>Something started to move out of the shadows...
>It started walking ever so smoothly with the beams of moonlight almost touching it's back.
>The figure was the man in the suit...
>But this time I could see his eyes...
>I swear to you now looking into his perfectly gold eyes I could see his soul like they were magnifying glasses focused on a bug.
>I could see the hate, I could see the raw passion and manifestation of anger.
>Then he simply smiled.
I don't remember seeing that particular demon every again past that point.
>The fear and horrifying putrid feeling that was like a led brick in the bottom of my stomach suddenly changed.
>Suddenly pure rage and passion boiled over into my being.
>Anger sank in and became partly who I am today at that moment.
>Yelling I remember running down Screaming "I would kill it" until I reached the map.
>Turning towards the map I also unleashed the fury I felt on the map.
>I ripped it to shreds, every single part of that map.
>The next morning I woke half sprawled out, half curled in a ball on the steps.
>Suddenly my mom was there holding me, bandaging my hands and asking what happened.
>I told her I didn't know or care.
>I was 5 then.
Say whatever you like.. But I have had dreams of being ripped apart night after night from the time I was 5. I have fought with a witch and a warlock in my dreams and through astro projection. I have fought in Afghanistan and picked up body parts of my fellow brothers. It doesn't scare me, Afghanistan didn't scare me, Cliff diving doesn't scare me, Sky diving didn't scare me... nothing really does. I'm kinda of a adrenaline junky now.

Yeah, that sounds pretty bad.
Funny to think that most monotheists believe that something like this happens to everyone that isn't them.

So... Robot Chicken?

I lost my fear that day, but that didn't keep me from dreaming dreams that were complete agony or something I never ever wanted to imagine. Growing up I got really good at lucid dreaming and controlling dreams to deal with how bad they got. Anons, it feels really good to tell this, I haven't told anyone this in ages. I am sorry, I worked a 12 hour shift and some of my grammar was shitty. But I have dreams that I remember so clearly. Do you guys want to hear anymore dream stories or stories of seeing demons in real life. By the way, my mom dragging me down the stairs was not a dream in case that was confusing at all.

That is THE edgiest, most teenage shit that could ever exist at this point in time.
I applaud you only for keeping me reading this far and at the same time, laugh at how much your autism manifests itself on the internet.
Congratulations, you get nothing! And probably never will.

I've feared that everyday since I stopped believing in god. Can you imagine that some decades (or centuries if you're lucky) after your death nobody will ever remember you, it will be like you never existed.

What are you, fuckin Kernal from Demonata? Faggot.

There are many things, I think, that exist in this world that are only perceivable to some. For all intents and purposes, seeing beyond the veil is madness, in that it has few worldly applications, and not many people will ever understand.

Gettin a job, shiiiiiet.

what makes you think that you exist right now ?

Isn't it a hell of a lot better than knowing that you'll just be conscious and aware of everything for entire fucking millennia?
I mean after a few hundred years even even the most optimistic motherfucker is going get sick of all the shit he's seen.

Nonexistence should be more of a fucking blessing.

Losing another kid.

Getting my penis and testicles paper cut in a dark little house deep in a forest

as long as I can interact with other lifeforms I'm existing, I guess

None of this is real . I would say wake up , but this isn't even your dream.

Okay, like I said, say what you want. To a 5 year old that was life changing honestly.

Had never heard of Kernal, just looked it up. Interesting, but no obviously.. not that it needed to be said.

That is why I never tell this story or many others that I have... it was just therapeutic to kinda relive that by telling it to you guys. It doesn't matter how people react. I just appreciate letting that out. It's been a while.

>loosing my footing on a cliff
rolling down, breaking a leg.

starving/freezing to death over a couple of weeks.


>bring a hunting buddy.... and fear goes away.

>I am sleeping with you mom... right?
Gave me a boner

being conscious and aware of everything without being able to interfere must be really boring and irksome. I think the best thing would be to reincarnate (it would cause the loss of last life's memories since they were built in your system but you won't be able to realizite it) or enter another dimension or universe or stuff like that. to be honest reincarnation doesn't make much sense

why would I want to wake up if I enjoy this fantasy

This thread isn't about creepypasta from your past. Its about imagining your worst possible fear happening. For me, getting my head cut off, or mauled by animal, or being wrapped in sheet and drowning.

Okay. My bad. If what you're saying is true, there's a whole series on what you're describing. The Demonata. My favorite author Darren Shan, has a few amazing series.

My worst fear would be fearing... for that does not become me.

For me, tortured to death by a sadist with a lot of money, power, intelligence, and imagination.

my worst fear would be waking up in a coffin

Really? I may really enjoy those. With a fuckload of work on myself and mastering lucid dreaming I have finally gotten to the point where my dreams are somewhat normal (27 now) and for some reason that has given me an intense lust for horror. I have been reading creepy pasta, watching horror, reading awesome shit like this:
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and really looking for any horror I can. I know I'm an adrenaline junky, but now I'm a horror junky. I appreciate you bringing it up. Everything I said was true and I remember it like it was yesterday. I'm actually even writing a book that I've put a lot of my childhood into.

Someone discovering my porn on my lost laptop.

Scariest thing that DID happen to me:

>be me in college
>get very sick, very fast
>taken to ER
>die
>have typical out of body experience
>calm and peaceful
>watch with detached interest as hospital staff scramble to bring crash cart over to my body
>feel a tug upward
>float through the ceiling
>through the building
>eventually flying up towards the sky
>leave atmosphere and head into space
>remember thinking this is SO COOL
>if I can, I'm going to explore the universe
>become aware of a presence
>see a massive, black "monster"
>it's blacker than space
>impossibly big
>shadowy "tentacles" unfurl out and nab stuff around it
>realize it's grabbing other "souls" like me who are leaving
>it pulls the souls into itself, apparently ingesting them
>can see some of the souls reaching out and "screaming" as they are dissolved into the black mass
>absolute terror
>try swimming away from it
>see there are several more of these monsters surrounding the planet
>harvesting
>sense one of the monsters notice me
>I'm desperately trying to swim or fly away
>tentacle reaches for me
>icy cold jolt of energy
>I'm yanked bank to earth
>fall into my body
>nurses tell me when I "came back" I immediately started fighting them and screaming
>there was no break in my consciousness from being dead to being revived
>I remember all of it vividly
>try not to think about it these days
>if I'm outside in an open area, especially if I'm by myself
>I occasionally get the sense that it can still see me from up there
>the sense of dread is so awful sometimes I want to kill myself
>but if I do then it would get me for sure
>I think

Becoming destitute and losing my house and everything I have worked for.

4evar alone

Bruh.

What a living Hell that would be.

>Re-gaining all the weight I worked so hard to lose over the last year.

This might happen anyway if I manage to move back overseas.

Being forced to watch giant spiders and tarantulas crawling over me while a Sharpe vice grip slowly calmps over my cocknballs. All the while I can't move anything like if in sleep paralysis. Twitching as much as I can as I struggle to escape.

These pretty fucking horrorifing to me.

Dude Cirque Du Freak and Demonata are insane, def what you're looking for if you're about it. Plus, you can read the Larten Crepsley series before or after the Cirque series. Bro, I'm in my 20's and when I first read the Cirque series so many years ago, I was in tears on the last book. I downloaded them on my phone too, you can off tpb.

I would love it if you checked out Darren Shan and got hooked. He's amazing.

Scariest thing I can think of happening to me is probably alzheimer's. That, or suddenly getting Hellen Keller'd.

Used to be more afraid of being crippled, but prosthetics these days are getting pretty badass, so that might not be so bad.

Someone discovering my porn on my laptop. My family would straight execute me.

Holy shit i just got the message they found my laptop praise the sun yall

Can relate. Would need to start a new life as a hobo somewhere

Being given eternal life
Seriously don't want to live

Living in a world that has completely forgotten about Dre.

Falling in love

oh fuck me

Me too especially the incest would make it very weird

Thanks user! I pasted all this stuff in my "To watch/read" notepad file and am reading some stuff on Demonata right now, it looks good. All of this reminded me of the Ubloo story I read on creepypasta, have you ever read that one? It's a good one.

Trying to peel back that one little hang nail and it going way too far and being a little bit sore all day

Waking up one morning and my entire life has been a TV show like the Truman show and all the friends I had and girls I fucked and even my family were paid stooges.

It was a comedy show where everyone laughed at how fucking retarded I am.

Surrounded by gifs of myself masturbating and or/crying etc

that sort of shit

It's iight, the shit that's really scary is the PT demo that was on PS4. It was so insane, played it on full blast in the middle of the night. Almost shit my pants.

Hopefully somebody actually makes a SCARY game. Like, I'm trying to freak out scary, yanno? There was nothing good until PT, and then they removed it completely and now there's nothing currently.

Buttsad af.

Jimmy, why does it say you searched 'mom gangbang' and 'son impregnates mom'?

Getting tortured. Would do anything to avoid it.

Even get tortured to avoid it?

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