Man, shit. I suck at this thread because I'm really not scared of anything. And if I was, I sure as hell wouldn't post it on the internet. That's like Superman passing out free Kryptonite.








Man, shit. I suck at this thread because I'm really not scared of anything. And if I was, I sure as hell wouldn't post it on the internet. That's like Superman passing out free Kryptonite.
Good creepy laughs.
I should rewrite the story I wrote for this thread in that style. But for all that effort, I could just write something new and better.
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^ that
(and you could be getting paid for it too)








Since we are already discussing meta-levels here, I wanted to introduce a somewhat more personal approach to nightmarish impressions:
where I come from almost every pupil is forced to learn Goethe's "Erlkoenig" by heart, as a result the poem loses most of its intensity.
But please give it a chance. When I was little i catched a real bad fever once (penicillin and all that), during which I had a rather abstract nightmare about two collateral lines on grey ground. When one of these lines started to wiggle I was sure that the Erlkoenig is coming to get me. I'll never forget the terror of that night. Perhaps you will get a chance too.
Who rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
"My son, wherefore seek'st thou thy face thus to hide?"
"Look, father, the Alder King is close by our side!
Dost see not the Alder King, with crown and with tail?"
"My son, 'tis the mist rising over the plain."
"Oh, come, thou dear infant! oh come thou with me!
For many a game I will play there with thee;
On my beach, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold."
"My father, my father, and dost thou not hear
The words that the Alder King now breathes in mine ear?"
"Be calm, dearest child, thy fancy deceives;
the wind is sighing through withering leaves."
"Wilt go, then, dear infant, wilt go with me there?
My daughters shall tend thee with sisterly care
My daughters by night on the dance floor you lead,
They'll cradle and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep."
"My father, my father, and dost thou not see,
How the Alder King is showing his daughters to me?"
"My darling, my darling, I see it aright,
'Tis the aged grey willows deceiving thy sight."
"I love thee, I'm charm'd by thy beauty, dear boy!
And if thou aren't willing, then force I'll employ."
"My father, my father, he seizes me fast,
For sorely the Alder King has hurt me at last."
The father now gallops, with terror half wild,
He holds in his arms the shuddering child;
He reaches his farmstead with toil and dread, –
The child in his arms lies motionless, dead.
(the translation is ok., I guess)
also: Fischer-Dieskau sings Shubert's musical adaption - just for the mood:
Schubert's adaptation of Erlkonig is in my opinion the most well written song of all time, and I love you for sharing this. (Especially Fischer-Dieskau's performance)
Here's another adaptation, piano for four hands, based on Schubert's adaptation:
Quite the creepy video imo.
I figured this thread was an appropriate enough place:
edit-Why is this not widescreen? I'm so bad at youtube embedding...
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Well fuck me sideways.
Evil Dead II is one of my favorite movies, regardless of genre. That said, I can't believe how much I'm looking forward to this remake. I'm really itching to see it, because it looks phenomenal.
































What if the big secret was that it led into an Army of Darkness remake?
That was gnarly. And surprisingly creepy. I'm in.








Still not as scary as Jesus Camp.
















I know him! He's the large man that lives on the other side of the trolley tunnel!








In the Mouth of Madness was based on Fred Rogers. The power of Make Believe can be a terrifying thing.