>Is our modern world really so mundane? What lurks in the dark places no one cares to look? Do you feel safe? The corner of your eye is a fine place to hide, I think.Come and post images that give you that 'feeling'. Ones that make you unsure in the dark. 'Things' that don't belong. Basically I'm dumping my creepy sit ya'll.
>>63850296>Is our modern world really so mundane?Hardly.>What lurks in the dark places no one cares to look?Abused and neglected children.>Do you feel safe?Only with a gun and a knife.>The corner of your eye is a fine place to hide, I think.If only.
>>63850637Who let the internet badass out?
>>63850296What is a good game for actually roleplaying this kind of stuff?
>>63850888>>63850878Probably Call of Cthulu or Delta Green maybe. I use Modern AGE too.
>>63850878World of Darkness, GURPS, Savage Worlds Gensys.
I'll dump some of my stuff too, this thread is nice.
>>63850912Also Unknown Armies and Don't Rest Your Head.
>>63850914Thanks bud, you're a pal =)
>>63850944I've been thinking about giving Kids On Bikes a try for that campy 80's feel.
>>63850878Call of Cthulu if you're meant to die at the endDelta Green if you want guns and tacticsWoD if you want vampires and werewolvesMagical Burst if you want weebshit and lolisGURPS for most anything elseIn before some retard suggests DnD. Don't play DnD for anything, especially urban horror.
>>63850988Oh, I love this, perfect feel!
>>63850304>Oh it's a big carp, no big deal, the poles will take care of it.>Oh shit that mouth
>>63850426The original is better. A lot of Golucho's work fits the bill
>>63851059You're right, that is much better. I didn't know it was edited.
>>63851059>"The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown..."
>>63851001Don't forget Monster of the Week which is a PbtA game.
>>63850878Night Shift: Minimum Wage, Maximum Weird.A bit obscure since it was made here, it can still be found in pdf form on 1d4chan.
>>63851346That's it for me gents. Thanks for enjoying my thread. Hopefully people will keep posting that creep shit! Need more for my folder.
>>63850746Dang this one's creepy
>>63851295why are hilbillies with guns the best at fighting spooky scaries?
>What is a good game for actually roleplaying this kind of stuff?Another vote for Unknown Armies.Wildcard option though, I'd like to do something with Traveller, but start mixing in this kind of stuff as foes and mysteries as time goes on. It's a fine line between cool and bait and switch though.
>>63850361>>63851059nightmare material, honestly.
>>63851059I seeA muggerWinston Churchill A wolf Abusive looking fat datHuge mustachio clown
>>63852811Nice digits. looks like the red head from true blood best girl Jessica
>>63850692>kelpiesfuck the hell no
>>63852524Combining moonshine and crystal meth is great for getting a man to fight when his instincts would normally tell him to do otherwise.
>>63851383Anymore like this? Tactical units going up against supernatural horrors?
>>63851295this is amazing
>>63850296>Is our modern world really so mundane?Yes, that's why it sucks
>>63850296On the general topic of unease in TTRPGs - what methods do you use to invoke such or 'that feeling' in your players and get them to likewise roleplay it in their characters?I've found that slipping the occasional note into handouts with a vague, unnerving, etc. phrase on it works well in generating unease in horror campaigns if you've made a habit of handing players more normal, useful ones beforehand on things like perception or social skill checks. These can be either vaguely disturbing and generally applicable or specifically relevant to a character's fears, past events or a particular location or NPC. Generally these are to be utilised more frequently as characters lose SAN or become paranoid, and have intrusive thoughts/voices in their heads as a result of such represented by these notes.Some collated examples:>Sometimes fear is the correct response.>Don't feel bad. You could've done something, but we all make mistakes.>What is the most terrible thing you've ever forgotten?>Are you shivering? Are you cold?>Above all else, don't forget [illegible writing]>Someone in your party isn't human.>Ever imagined something so beautiful, you weren't sure it existed? You have now.>Two months. Two months after you are gone your name will fade.>You see something move in your peripheral vision.>The stars are watching. Don't ever look back.
>>63858862I played a game of Dread recently where the character questionnaires were in the form of questions from each character's psychiatrist. They got more unhinged/disquieting as they went. That was fun.
>>63850637>when you click on a spooky thread just to let everyone know that you're not spooked
>>63850944That actually looks rather nonhorrific and pleasant.
>>63852917its because of that one Comic, isnt it?
>>63850802i find this strangeley comfy
Good thread, I'll dump a few but they're not anything too spooky.
>>63850637When you were 4, I used to visit you. I used to stick my needle fingers into you and drink your blood. You just don't remember. None of you ever remember. I might visit your child some day when you have one.
>>63852872dont realy get this one besides spooky wojak bust
>>63858862I've always been fascinated by the concept of sanity as a mechanic, but I have never felt quite satisfied with how I managed to pull it off, even if my players react positively to it.My favourite way to convey the gradual loss of sanity is to slowly become an unreliable narrator myself. If you lose a sanity point, there is a chance that any description I give to you has been slightly morphed from reality. The crazier you are, the bigger the lies that I (may) have planted get. This had the unintended consequence of bringing the characters closer, as they became the only way to keep each other grounded. It also helps fueling the paranoia, as they keep asking each other whether something actually happened, and sometimes finding out it didn't.When sanity goes dangeously low, I sparingly use bouts of violent hallucinations. We were in the middle of a scene when I abruptly told a player that he had begun to feel the frantic crawling of a dozen tiny legs inside his throat. He tried to gasp for air but I kept pressing him, and he ended up drawing his dagger to his throat and cutting himself in order to release the "bugs". This made much more impact than if I had just described the event to him.
>>63861416>I might visit your child some day when you have one.>when>Being so thoughtful and kind to think such things
>>63861571I am kind. I don't eat kids, just take a bit of their life blood and leave. I know those who sometimes eat children alive. I also know those who feed on the souls of lone incels - those guys who live all alone in their flats. Some of them disappear with no trace one day.
>>63850637Good stuff. Just the right amount of cynicism and brown leather.
>>63850296>Urban UneaseHere's a link to the original threads thenhttp://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=urban%20unease
>>63852994Only one I got. Try the film Cabin in the Woods if you haven't seen it already.
>>63861669scp stuff is always good
>>63852994Check out The Objective. It's a great unofficial Delta Green movie.
>>63858862I think generally what makes my players uneasy is weird ambiguous wording in scenarios they usually wouldn't feel vulnerable or afraid at. Like at one point my players had their characters looking at the night sky filled with stars. And I said something along the lines of->You feel an uncountable number of eyes look your way as you feel the stars get closer and brighter.Or maybe they see a face behind the blinds of their bedroom window, when they are on the third floor of an apartment with no tree's in sight. Maybe their trapped in a cave system on an expedition and feel what seems like a gust of wind coming from a potential exit. They only find out as they exit it was not wind they felt but the breathing of a large predator. It seem's like that is potentially what this whole Urban Unease actually is. You don't expect to see some horrific demons or monsters in some suburban area, some bear thing at the bottom of a staircase, a super-large alligators in the sewers or an apartment complex you can't seem to escape.
>>63861416>None of you ever remember.Dude, I saw your kind staring at me from outside my window. I got so used to it I freaked them out when I asked how they were doing!
>>63852811That's just a qt
>>63850361This triggers my fight or flight fucking hard
>>63850736Here is the water...Here is the well
>>63861123what comic anon
>>63864011Poor wall crawlers. Do you know how much it hurts to fall from the tenth floor after you've lost concentration and disconnected from the wall? And they just want to watch you. They are curious guys, but shy.
>>63863742>>63858862>>63861555Loving the tips, the only thing I can add is that be careful when trying to describe horrible or out of place things. Make sure you follow through with what you are describing and dont always rely on it being an illusion or in their head. You dont want your players to become accustomed to chalking up all your descriptions as just in their head (or maybe you do). It can detract from the immersion if your players are thinking "oh another description of a terrible monster thats actually just a fat guy with a hot dog". Of course the one time you do really make it a terrible monster instead of a fat guy with a hot dog your players will be shocked so it can work to your benefit. Just be careful and know that your players may also feel cheated if you do constantly describe something horrible but when the players investigate its something completely mundane and the character was seeing things.
>>63850361oh shit its like that one scrapped enemy from half-life.
>>63868308Why is it always girls with a sword facing down the horrors? Why not an adult woman with a machine gun? Or a guy who is able to talk with them?Or just some little old lady who walks up to them, gives a pat on the head, and walks off victorious?
>>63870197>girls with a swordIt's the Japanese equivalent of the beautiful female warriors in chainmail bikini
>>63851295why are they all left handed?
>>63870631Everyone except the one girl is, and thats because everyone but here is apart of the same family, and as we all know primary handed determination is genetic.
>>63861555I once got to do something similar when a character was inflicted with strange and horrible visions.The GM told me a few works to base the visions on but never gave me exactly what the visions were, just that they started tinting every bit of reality save for Her. The DM never described rooms or other areas beyond simply telling me where I was. He described the being as I saw it.I gradually started talking less and less to the other players throughout the session and reacted increasingly more hostile to everything around me. I never asked for descriptions of anything and reacted with revulsion to normal descriptions given to other players while steadily becoming quieter.This culminated in one of the other players asking me if I was alright. She touched my arm when doing so and I fell out of my chair screaming.For the sake of the other players the GM and I immediately came clean but I'd been quietly terrifying them for the past couple of hours as they realized that something was very wrong with the character and the player was leaning into it good and hard.
>A band of average city-goers are all bonded by the one thing they have in common: Nightmarish visions that are becoming realer and realer. It started as seeing shapes in alley ways and faces in windows, but it's now extended to the point of mysterious figures tempting them into door ways, and people disappearing in black outs on the subway. Office workers, delinquent teens and even the elderly find themselves joining together to unearth the evil that lurks under the very streets they once called homeThanks /tg/, my GM writer's block has disappeared
>>63870784Honestly makes me wanna revive my 'everyone plays themself' game. The last one sorta petered out due to scheduling problems and I've yet to find another group who can be trusted to be even half way honest about their own capabilities
>>63858862Good music helps
>>63870903>'everyone plays themself' Having done this a few times I have found the most interesting way to do it is with a group of friends who all know each other. Start with a selected person and the first attribute or skill on the character sheet, that selected player makes a case for how good they are at the selected ability (which others can question or debate) and everyone at the table lists a number between 6-20 (or whatever other number range would be appropriate for the system you are using) that they think the selected player would have in that attribute. Do this for each player and each skill/attribute but by the end make sure everyone has the same number of overall skill points /attributes or it might quickly divulge into chaos or jealousy. The last time I did it my group used Cthulhu, and it was very fun determining the skill for each player. Each player in my group has a degree so it was easy to determine who was good at Accounting, Engineering, Psychology, and the like.
>>63871047Forgot to mention that you average out the numbers given by players to determine the selected players attribute/skill, and that the selected player doesnt take part in stating a number for themselves (most people rate themselves above average in almost everything so its best to not let them rate themselves ).
>>63851059this legit gives me anxiety
>>63871341 reminds me of this one
>>63870197Because you didn't draw it.
>>63860910is there a way you could share that with us?
>>63868412The man on the left is silently flipping the fuck out.
>>63865452too lazy to upload every part but heres a link.Pretty well executed and creepyhttps://imgur.com/gallery/j32bm
>>63872011Well that’s because I’m a crap drawer.
>>63851001Can you run a game with Basic Roleplay rules and in the middle incorporate some rules from CoC? I want to run a game where I convince the players that they're playing a regular murder mystery RPG but slowly after a couple of cases introduce unsettling spooky CoC elements. I already ran a couple modern campaigns without anything supernatural so the players won't suspect that I'll throw in eldritch horrors
>>63870631that's the real horror of the picture
>>63866555Definitely agree with this, it's necessary to blur the line between illusion and real malevolent presence to keep the players on edge. That's half the point of the 'unease' - to mask but also build to some kind of revelation hidden within the apparently unclear air of wrongness and have them realise that that one mad thought they had or impossible sight they saw was indeed real. If one instance of such is true, what other fundamental truths have to be wrong in accordance?
>>63875681I see no reason why that wouldn't work, it'd be simple to execute as nothing in CoC really contradicts the base BRP ruleset.
>>63850878Street level Unknown Armies, just normal dudes running into fucked up things.
>>63877193last i got that would fit the bill OP
>>63871997yo fuck that
>>63868412imagine you're coming down off a night of tripping face, riding the subway home, and this shit happens
>>63861650This makes me want to run a game about a monster that targets loners, where the PCs are all shut-ins that only know each other through the internet.
>>63851032>exploring new world to colonize for humanity, so far it seems to be a tomb world for another species.>get seperated from group due to ruins collapse and come across horrible gribbly monster trying to get out.>you freak out, it freaks out and both unsuccessfully try to flee from each other.> several moments for you and it to realize your scared of each other, you dare to initiate contact.>After a few attempts the translator to your suit and its translator allows you both to converse.>Find out its species also sent a team to explore this world to colonize, aside from looking like nightmares come real to each other.>Both come to find each other’s species have similar biologist needs, and realitvely friendly. It asks you what the odd things in your bag is.>explain your pieces if equipment and some stuff you have to prank your crew mates later.> It asks what pranks are, after explaining your newfound friend also has a love for pranks.>you both work to get free of the rubble, then engineer both teams to meet.>ensue prank, pic related happens.>between both crews, 16 counts of PTSD, 7 cases of involuntary passing out, 8 cases of bowel loss, and your Sargent thought it was well engineered.>Neither of you get court maritaled due to making successful contact.>Spend rest of career as a diplomat for humanity and hang out with alien bro.
>>63850912>who the fuck would use flat systems like GURPS or Genesys to play actual horror/spooky?
how can no one NOT post this?https://vimeo.com/65545689
>>63877193I like this one, the visuals aren't 2spooky but the implications are quite horrifying
I got no pics, but I'll share a story about something that spooked me.It was about my dad. He came from a poor tropical part of the world and half of my apathy for the outdoors came from him.I say this because I lived in the cities most of my life, with a few camp outs and forest hikes sprinkled in. I saw nature as a place to put down a tent for escaping my sometimes claustrophobic room, but my dad ALWAYS loooked at a tree the same way 7-year old me looked at a playground with those monkey bars and sliding platforms you could ride on. From what my step mom has told me, he's adjusted to the city life. She remembers a time when he cleared out a rat nest before the exterminators arrived, and another time when he saved her business meeting with a PTSD associate by fanning away smoke from a smoke detector. With that, it tells me he is the greatest outdoorsmen I've ever known, but there was 1 time I saw him without that impression. I'm texting about my metaphysical narratives and then I hear from him: "Hey kid, what do you know about Slenderman?"I stop and see him resting on the couch nearly gasping from exhaustion. He jogs to exercise, but he never comes home with eyes that large. I've told him about Slenderman before just to show him something about the internet, but that was barely a year ago. He never talks to me about internet stuff unless I tell him what I see first, so there's a bit of a double-take on my part.I tell him that he's only in the woods, not at the urbanized complex at 5:00 pm into the afternoon."He wore a black suit...and uh. Real tall."I press him for more details. He's vivid most of the time, but apparently he only remembered where he saw the man come from, before disappearing.I think it could be a bit of my illustrator senses filling in too many details, but I knew what grassy hill he was describing the "Slenderman" was standing on and 'looking ready for a picnic'.Want me to continue anons?
>>63882331Sure. This is an Unease thread.
>>63850619This is /k/'s fault. I know it.
>>63882331>>63883994Okay then I'll continue until I finish.I liked horror because they reflect bits of man and nature, buy you do not ever endanger your current endeavors with realistic evil or present abnormality. It set me off on an investigative mood.I unloaded all that I knew about Slenderman, no face, spider limbs, suit and tie, consumption of souls, all the lore and aesthetics that could tell and allow my dad to run away.My dad listened intently and was already coming out of his shell shock by sitting up on the couch."Must have been a park businessman. He had a shorter buddy with him."I'm able to get from with further elaboration that the man he saw earlier did have a face. I was still concerned but he got up and started for his bath.Stepmom then returns home, we have dinner reciting the incident, dad is hugged by stepmom. we prepare for sleep, then go to bed. We are happy enough to put away the "Slenderman".The next few days, nothing but work-related victories or mishaps. Mostly mishaps with my inability to get laundry done.Until I decided on a whim to run with my dad.I walked on with him towards the door, thinking he was answering the door and I had to take a package, and he gave me a funny look, asking if I was really joining on his jog. I didn't want to say it was for the package, as it contained unmentionables, so I said yes, smiling with my semi-usable attire. He took the jog slow just so I could follow him. I'm managing to keep pace, but I slowly get further and further from my clearly spry dad. I then realize that we're running through a familiar park I take pictures for inspiration. Looking back, I am surprised that I felt nothing until I saw my dad had stopped his jog.At first I was relieved that he stopped and continued to run in place, but I wondered why he wasn't looking for me to come. Before I caught up to him, I looked through the trees for what he was looking at, where I saw the hill I remembered him so frightened about.
>>63852524Because the true horror of monsters that would hit someone like you or me is the fear of the unknown, the chilling realization that we have no idea whats going on or how the world really works. If this thing is a monster, if monsters really exist, everything you thought you knew about the world is wrong. Nothing is ever going to make sense again.Hillbillies with guns will never think about that. They start and stop at "Holy shit Ma, get the shotgun. No, MA, the BIG shotgun!"Its not that they have exceptional willpower. Its that they never roll the sanity check at all.
>>63882185Imagine going on a trip to the himalayas, the sherpas leading you up the mountain to a monastery to stay for a few days and you see that.
>>63877211>Bitch, stop hogging the fucking earphones.
>>63868308Its a girl because that creates a sense of vulnerability. If it was a man, or even an adult, you would be more confident in their chances.Its a sword because not only does that fit with the old-school tone of monsters, but its a less "safe" weapon than a gun. If you had a gun you would shoot them with it and it would either kill the monster or they would be immune to it, you can engage from a safe distance. But a sword requires you to get in close, to expose yourself to reprisal. That said, that evil wizard man should be lucky he's only facing a girl with a sword, cause he looks like he was scheduled to fight Cardcaptor Sakura or some shit.
>>63885783Damnit, meant to quote >>63870197
>>63870631To make the picture sinister.
>>63885770Honey you can hear it fine, you have hearing 5x better than mine.
>>63877211"OOH, DAMN, GIRL, I told you Lindsey would be jealous of you wearing that ensemble at the bar. Leave her a nasty comment. Yea, rub it in that bitch's face."
>>63885894>>63885770"Okay, we need to talk. I get that you are a wolf-person, but you can't call every woman a bitch.""BUT THEY ARE. THATS LITERALLY WHAT THEY ARE.""No, it means something different when you call a human that. Its insulting.""WOW. WELL, NOW I'M INSULTED THAT WORD IS USED AS AN INSULT. I AM EXPERIENCING A VERY COMPLEX FORM OF ANGER."
>>63861650>flatsOi you got a loicence to take that kids blood?
>>63850361Let's be honest, he asked for it.
>>63850699I can fuck that.
>>63885257It was a few days until November, so there was snow and colored leaves to see in the park. Where he was looking wasn't any snow or leaves. Just an evergreen tree on top of a hill you see occasionally. "Hey kid. Don't you think it's odd that there's a tree like that up here?"I'm a little pertubed by how he's thinking about the tree rather than the hill he thought had a creepypasta on it. I'm about to call my jog a speed walk, so I just tell him it's an evergreen that has spiky pines that never fall off even in winter."Sure kid, but you see some black on its sides? That tree isn't going last for winter."Even with my astigmatism, I see that the tree is still green on all sides.I then realize how impressive this is for a photo, so I prepare to take a shot but I keep losing my focus and steadiness. I silently regret my choice of phone, so my dad uses his steadier hands to hold it for a better picture. I see that my dad is right about odd the tree is. It had, on closer inspection, sharp pines, cone shape, greenness, and branching like an evergreen.It also had holes dotted through its pines that exposed the inside under. My dad is looking somewhere and he has this look in his eye that I can translate as preparing for a confrontation.I don't get to take the picture.A man in a suit is walking towards us.He's waving at us to get our attention for some reason. I don't know if my dad is scared, but I am.I take away my phone when the man approaches us.He was tall. I'm taller than most of my family, but he was taller than me. And more ready to be called head of security."Sir. Public pictures are not allowed in the park."I feel slightly irritated, thinking that he's clearly lying for non-specific reasons anyone should know, but my dad steps in. He addresses the man as offhandedly as I can remember."Oh sorry man. My son thought it was a nice thing to take a picture of. Trees like that are special.
>>63850408Imagine just walking up to your apartment after work, turning and suddenly being an arm's reach from this.
>>63850878D&D 5e :^)
>>63874353It's just a comic rendition of a classic Kelpie story.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kelpie
>>63850361Now this pleases my evolutional jimmies.A beautiful sight of a spider genus adapting to the new environment of a great deal of human potential prey.
>>63886354Not if I do first
>>63850764>I wanna pet her.No>Jump in the tank and run my fingers through her hair.She's the size of a small building and doesn't seem to like people, brain.>Don't care, already have the dive gear.Why are you like this.
>>63850983The heartwarming christmas tale of the woodsman and his building sized skeleton monster friend, in their quest to find the perfect christmas tree.
>>63851012>Despite his terrifying visage, he's rather a nice guy.>He likes to keep his little patch of forest clean and safe as a place for wandering travellers to rest in their journey and unwind before going on.
>>63851244Oh hey it's my roommate.He's a nice guy. Quiet, but great at cooking.
>>63852621>One naked girl slowly comes out of closet to touch other naked girl as she sleeps.Kinky.
>>63868412White guy is shitting himself.White girl is mildly concerned.Black guy don't give a fuck.He's lived here long enough.
>>63888259>>63888326>>63888399>>63888444Stop it, I cant be scared without my sides.
>>63886354How did you come up with the exact same initial thought as I did?
>>63850878Silent Legions, since nobody's mentioned it yet.
>>63850867Pictures like this with cars stumbling across monsters fuck me up
>You are strolling through the park. You see an old man feeding some mallard ducks in a pond.>As you walk past the man and the pond, one of the ducks takes flight, lands five feets in front of you, and stares you down.>The old man looks at the duck, looks at you, then nods his approval at the duck.What happens next?
>>63891392>The duck produces a loaf of bread>Begins tearing of pieces and throwing them at you>Looks at you expectantlyWat do?
>>63886354Sometimes, I think the world's not scary.We, the people, are scary.>>63886621The suited man looks at my dad, showing that even the back of his head is shaved."Sir, please move to another location."My dad apologizes 1 more time, says goodbye, and beckons me to jog again.I want to say something to try make the suit acquiese, but I only back up slowly and start to run with him.In that duration of slow walking before I turned around, I remember that the man looked like he could watch us disappear and not care.I follow my dad back on the path when he slows down next to me.I'm about to ask him if the creepypasta he mentioned in fear was really on that hill, but he he uses the same look he used to instruct me to never stomp on a frog in the forest."Don't turn around. Keep running with me."We ran out of the park and I wanted him to slow down at the cross back to the streets, but he didn't waver.He probably wanted us to keep pace until we got to the house.As we ran, he waved instead of the 'hullo' every now and then to the people he said he would meet on his jogs. When we made it home, he took a bath like usual. I waited until he came out, where I questioned him about his thoughts of the suited man we had to leave. I doubted if he was the "Slenderman" he was yammering about earlier, so this would lead to be a revelation of yet another city to nature interaction. But he tells me to get my phone.I'm confused, but I take out my phone, and he asks me:"Did you take a picture of that tree?" With a hushed voice like that, I tell him no, even showing him the contents of my photo library."Why? It's only a tree, so what's the big issue I have-""It isn't worth taking a picture of a fake tree."When I heard that, I rebuked his statement, citing the fact that we thought it was a dying evergreen with some odd patches of exposed branches, but then he mentions a rope.He says it was something I wouldn't see if I was wanting to climb a tree, but it's helpful.
One book I read called dead sea had a bunch of great tricks for causing that feeling on the reader>you are lost at sea, you try using the radio, there is only static, but you keep trying, but after a time you realize that the static on the radio does no sound like normal static, in fact it almost sounds....like the breathing of an animal, and it gets stronger every time you send an SOS message, like there is someone or something out there using your voice as a homing beacon to find where you are>you find the diary of another lost soul, someone who came to this weird place before you, but that person died 50 years ago by what you can read on the diary, and the diary is so old some of the letters are almost completely faded, and yet every year on the same date there is a writing on the diary with a weird writing style, like someone else was writing on it.>06/01/1951: What a lovely day!>06/01/1952: What a lovely day!>06/01/1953: What a lovely day! And it keeps going until the current year, but the last message is a bit different:>06/01/2019: What a lovely day! I'm coming, now, can you hear it? One of my favorites was headmaster counting the number of survivors in his group, the number was 8 for two weeks, and then suddenly on the morning of the third week he counted 9 survivors, an impossibility since they watched every other person besides the 8 die, but even the people he trusted most among the group told him he was crazy, there was always 9 people, always. Out of context they might even sound silly, but with the proper build they can be really good for causing that feeling of dread.
>>63891421Depends. How good is that bread? That duck throwing sourdough at me and he made a friend for life.
>>63891479A knot, hidden in the shade that connected to something inside the pine branches.I tell him that it's just probably the ropes used to align the tree to the sky when it can't be supported by itself. But then I realize what he's been trying to tell me. There weren't any ropes connected to the ground."It's a damn shame."I took it that he was unhappy it wasn't a tree that you could climb. And so we all slept on it.The next time my dad returns from a jog, he tells me I won't be able to take pictures of the tree on top of the hill anymore.He says it's gone."A tree just high enough for people to climb and see the world. A fake one, but it would have been nice to let it stay here." I was spooked and I never ask him again about evergreens.
I have a story from my own past that I think you might appreciate as the right kind of spooky if you'd like it.
>>63885820I see what you did there.
>>63891564>06/01/1951: What a lovely day!>06/01/1952: What a lovely day!>06/01/1953: What a lovely day!That you, Neil Breen?
>>63891856Might as well tell itSo when I was younger, I used to be a Surf lifeguard. Pretty fun, but I remember it well because you needed to be slightly crazy to be one.Not like special military group crazy, but a little bit unhinged to fit in properly.At the time, I was in to the compedative side of the scene. Half of the whole Surf lifesaving thing was actually going out on patrol duties and keeping watch for emergencies. The other half was the competitive sporting side of it. This features a range of races that are all pretty intense things to do for your age in the ocean, without a wetsuit (It's cold where I swim)The sporting side is weird though. Instead of a ranking competition kind of thing, each club has a designated day called a "Carnival", where clubs from other regions come to your beach and everyone competes.Our club had a reputation though. Whenever and wherever we turned up at to compete, the weather was always the absolute worst possible. I'm talking 1-2 metre swells, with small gaps between waves, thick rain, extremely low visibility, high wind, major spray, regular hypothermia. In one case, a litteral swarm of bluebottle jellyfish drifted through our area. I found my partner, who I had to tow in, by his screams.For reference, I was 12-14 around this time period, and this is the age where races go from easy to intense. This all coupled with the poor training conditions at our own beach made these carnivals horrifically physically and mentally stressful events.And it didn't get more stressful then when I was actually out in the water. Current and waves crashing down on you, pulling you anywhere as you try to move forward with exhausted muscles, brain nearly shut down from the strain. But you don't really know where forward is, so you need to swim up a wave and hope you catch a glimpse through the darkness and the rain of the small, football sized boey that marks out your track.You can scream all you want, you won't be heard, I know.
>>63892898 (I wasn't a very good swimmer at the time)This was always where it happened.You see, none of this compared to the other more scary thing that happened at these moments.It was always when I was furtherest out around the course, no sign of shore, completely exhausted, hypothermic, nearly drowning, past terror because my young brain couldn't take the stresses and deal with them, where I saw them.Of course, looking back it may very well have just been the product of a particularly strained mind, lacking oxygen it needed, and a trick of the light, but when I was at that apex point, I would see these...things.They didn't have a form I could really see, likely because I was in no condition to pay attention. They just looked like inky black blurs, about the size of my open hand.They would dart around me, just over or just under the water, always on the edges of my vision, never seen clearly.I'd breast-stroke along, too tired for freestyle, as they would flit around me at the edges of my vision.They'd be around a metre away, darting over wave crests, getting closer as It went on, until I eventually went around the second boey and turned back to follow the waves to the shore. Then, they would disappear from my vision quickly, and I wouldn't see them again.But as I got older, my father started pushing me to do more and more compedative stuff, taking me on long trips to compete in ever more competitive carnivals with, as expected, even worse weather.Litterally, the second to last one had waves so big, I was the single representative of my club who was sent out, as I was the only one who stood a chance of getting past them on a board. My dad used the example of another guy from my club who was younger then me to make me go out. He then used me as an example to him, as he was better then me, to make him go out.Over this time, I was doing more and more carnivals. Where before, it would be once a year, at the end it was 2-3 a week.I was not in a good state.
>>63893255Are you an Aussie?
>>63893255And during this time, the things would get closer and closer. Where before they started at a metre away, and approach maybe ten centimetres, now they would start at half a metre away, and come right up close to me flitting around excitedly less then a hands length from my face.During those very last days, they would touch me. At least, I think they did.They would knife over my hands, across my arms, directly in front of my eyes.Compared against the cold of the ocean, it sorta felt...warm almost, no conventional warmth, but like an absence of the hypothermic cold I would otherwise feel.They seemed to loose all pretence at acting like tricks of the light, and swim alongside me.I was getting hypothermia a lot by this point. I would go in, get hypothermic, get it treated, and go right back in again for my next race. Generally this would occur about three times each day, over two days for the larger carnivals.And then, the final event. The one it had all been building up to. By this point, I was a shell. Less then a week after the last one, that was particularly harrowing.Fortunately, it looked to be better. A long, shallow gradient meant for warm water and small waves, and it was expected to be sunny and calm.It wasn't.As soon as the carnival started, (this was the regional championship mind you), the clouds cut off the sun, the wind picked up and waves began to build, plus a whole lot of other nastiness, like the bluebottle swarm I mentioned. I also mentioned I was the best one in my age group, and the physically strongest, so I had to do everything that was hard, like tow the person in.It was so bad, the beach was near inhospitable, and after competing, as soon as I left the water and crossed the line, I would be helped back under the cover of our walled up tent, with its heater and blessed milo reserves.I got hypothermia a lot that day, and just the same as last time, the things came back to play. Except this time, there were masses of them.
>>63893398No, New Zealander. Aussie waters are like bathwater.>>63893419Where before, I could kinda make out the ink like smudges they left as they flitted around, now it was more like seeing the bare glimmers where they weren't.So that was the first day.Second day, and despite all that had hollowed me out, I had a tiny kernel of spirit left.This, I knew, was the last day I would ever have to submit myself to this, and after that year of trauma, it felt good.I rode out to the beach, and, like last time, it was the worst possible conditions, despite all forecasts otherwise.The last race I had, was called a Diamond race.Basically, a triangle of boeys in the water and two flags on the beach. You run about fifty metres, swim around the closest two boeys, then run back in, around the fifty metres, grab a kneeboard, which were these huge, thick beasts of a board, and paddle around the three boeys, then sprint up to the first flag, where the finish line is.These races were horrifying to me beyond all other races for the sheer length of time they took, and all the energy required. Literally two races in one.So I start off, sprinting. The land stuff was where I excelled (I actually came away with a medal for the sprint), and I outpaced everyone else.Sprint into the water, and despite all my conditioning, I slow down enough to be overtaken by the faster swimmers.Left alone, the inky black things come back.They swim around me, across me, tarting over hands and across my head, almost possessively in a way, like after all this time, I was their thing.I barely drag/crawl out of the water onto land, but I pick myself up and manage a stumbling dash for my board.I'm not last.I drag the thing along and heave it into the water, jump on it and paddle desperately through the waves as they crash over my board, spraying my face, and making it hard to breathe comfortably.Spray sucks.
>>63893511I'm barely even paying attention to the water, my head lifting just enough so I stay on track before it goes back down, to make paddling more comfortable, ears and other senses indicating an imminent wave strike just before it hits me.I get around nearly two thirds of the course before I get blindsided by a wave.For reference, a kneeboard is 2-3 metres long, thin and deep. They keep you out of the water and make for easy swimming, but they easily tip. You can pierce through a wave like a sword one way, or catch it effortlessly the other. But on your side, it needs exceptional balance to stay on it as you go over. And in a race of such strain, that is impossible to achieve.I go under, and my goggles are ripped away hard.I had had these all my swimming life. They were scratched and worn, but they were mine, and they let me function effectively enough to bring me in each time.And they were gone, and I was blind, underwater, and rattled.I had no idea which way was up. My ears were roaring with blood, water, and something else I couldn't pin down, but eventually, I have to take a guess, and strike out in a direction.It was the right guess.I breech the surface, and suck in air. One of my flailing hands grabs my bard and immediately pulls me onto it as I wipe water from my eyes.The clouds are breaking.It's clearing up.The shapes are nowhere to be seen on the calm, quiet water with gentle swells.The water still pulls at me, and the finish is so very far away, but I will not be stopped this final time.I can't muster up a grin, but I feel one as the board rides up on the sand and I roll off onto wet ground and push myself up with dead muscles, grabbing the board as I go.With the last scrap of energy I had left I stumble across the line, literally too tired for thoughts past a quiet notation.I was surrounded by my family, my friends, congratulating me, despite my absolute inability to process it.The sun is shining, the breeze blows gently.
>>63863092>smoking while shooting
>>63893597It's over.I got a medal that day, and finally proved my worth in something to my father, whom at the time was...not really in my good books.It still brings back a smile. That I went through all that, and survived. My father couldn't have.And so I retired from the competitive scene, and became a proper lifeguard, who actually wears the uniform and saves people.Mostly though, as every other weekend is horrible at my beach, it just means the whole patrol goes out to the clubhouse and spends the day inside, out of the wind and the rain, by the fireside, toasting marshmellows and openly discussing porn and sex and other illicit things, despite the 50/50 numbers of m-f. We were slightly unhinged, we gave no fucks.Although, I spent most of the time by the window with the biloculars.Sometimes this was my antisocial nature.Sometimes I called it looking for interesting or funny things, like the skinnydipper, where we had to go out and put up flags, so he couldn't come out.Sometimes I called it a duty to make sure no one snuck out and we missed them, but that was rare.Mostly, I would just sit and watch the waves thunder and crash, through the darkness and the rain.Sometimes, I would see these little daggers of inky shadow flit across the waves.They look almost agitated. Angry, and a poetic side of me thinks that they may want me to go down there, to join them.Someday, when the conditions turn like that again and I see them return, I think I just might.
>>63852640>Curious schoolgirl approaches the hidden lair of the naked snake womanI've seen enough hentai to know where this is going.Also>>63851346Doggo's.I wanna pet the doggo's>That van is covered in bloodIt better not have hurt my doggo's.
>>63851169FIRE PUPPY!I WANT A FIRE PUPPY!
This one thread was more entertaining than all the 2018 threads on /x/ combined. Thanks/tg/
>>63875831This is the most terrifying thing of all. My looming 30's and the feeling that I've failed or done nothing.
>>63881830People who are looking for flexibily or streamlining. A lot of horror can be enhanced by restrictions.
>>63850636>an out of work guardian animal spirit and a botched demon summoning live under the motorway bridge and hand out quests to the homeless, crazy and bored >these quests, often mundane, are rewarded with tasty, warm, filling broth, trinkets of petty dark magic or interesting snippets of information >perhaps they have some higher plan or purpose, or maybe it's just a way to pass the time
>>63868308where did she get that sword from? Are there katana dispenser in Japan's subway?
Have you guys watched The Ritual?
>>63902031Yup good movie.
>>63893859I wish /x/ didn't suck so bad
>>63896651That actually sounds like a great idea. Have the players explore the aboned subway sections for spooky shit and after a harriwing experience with a monster come across a vending machine selling them knives and swords with all the corporate inanity and slogans associated with softdrinks, it'd really drive home a sense of alienness to the surroundings.
works better without the text
>>63905417Without the text and arranged vertically is what I'd say. cool image overall tho
>>63904868They still left us SCP, but even that has kinda gone to shit too. The ingrates running the site now mentioned how they've had to purge toxic chan culture.[/spoiler
https://twitter.com/MelloMakes/status/1064020781255049216Not a picture, but really good audio.
>>63907487Lemme guess, you now go to the /pol/-made SCP site, where every SCP is an immortal Rhodesian or a crusader sword that compels the wielder to slaughter Muslims?
>>63891564>>you are lost at sea, you try using the radio, there is only static, but you keep trying, but after a time you realize that the static on the radio does no sound like normal static, in fact it almost sounds....like the breathing of an animal, and it gets stronger every time you send an SOS message, like there is someone or something out there using your voice as a homing beacon to find where you arenope>>63891564>>you find the diary of another lost soul, someone who came to this weird place before you, but that person died 50 years ago by what you can read on the diary, and the diary is so old some of the letters are almost completely faded, and yet every year on the same date there is a writing on the diary with a weird writing style, like someone else was writing on it.>>06/01/1951: What a lovely day!>>06/01/1952: What a lovely day!>>06/01/1953: What a lovely day!>And it keeps going until the current year, but the last message is a bit different:>>06/01/2019: What a lovely day! I'm coming, now, can you hear it?NOPE
>>63907665I'm not that guy but I just bailed on the whole thing. Retards let the socjus lunatics in, there's nothing to be done at this point so I'm just counting it as lost like everything else they've touched has been.
>>63907779>Someone writes a trans SCP>"Reee it's lost to the socjus I'm gonna go kill myself"Well shit, good riddance motherfucker.
>>63870739All the other players in that game are fucking retards that don't roleplay. I can't fucking stand people who won't address in-character things in-character
>>63907779If only the rest of you would actively remove yourself from everything.
>>63861123Nope, got tangled at the bottom of a lake thanks to a fatass jumping on me and nearly died. Barely managed to rip myself free and swim up with the weight of it wrapped around me. Once I could breathe again I hit the fucker with an oar.
>>63852599Traveller has the obvious Alien potential of your dudes stumbling across either a crew who has already discovered some long-buried cyclopean cosmic horror, or stumbling across one themselves. I've been wanting to design a Blindsight-esque adventure in the same general vein.I don't know if that's generally urban as space horror, but it certainly could take place in an urban setting, a la Dead Space 2.
>>63851191+1 for MOTW. it's designed perfectly, I really don't want to go back to D&D after playing it honestly
>>63907665I wasn't even aware there was one, but it sounds almost as bad as what regular SCP is now.
>>63850925The fact that it's in a clean, normal house spooks me even more
>>63851295I wonder what's the story behind the guy in the right passenger seat of the truck
>>63877167wait a fucking second ITS THAT ONE MONSTER FROM UNDERTALE
>>63851329they look like buds.
>>63886106>implying he's not a public agent
>>63909608Local sheriff desperately trying to keep control of the situation?
>>63850296https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V5s-KLGVcTIThread theme. It fits oddly well, especially with the aquatic horrors, the general feel of insignificance so overwhelming that fear mingles with awe really fits the thread.
>>63850983This one is rather comfy. I imagine them as friends since childhood.
>>63851046That's not horrifying! That's my fetish.
We make our world so much like a living thing. We give it shape and make it grow constantly, we feed it, through lashed together lanes, carting materials across the earth's surface, but never touching it. It breathes in life and breathes out smoke. And running all across it a million wires carrying a million thoughts, the wisdom of the masses in amoungst it. "Popular consciousness" is just that, a sleeping burgeoning entity, speaking to our subconciousness not through our dreams like the gods of old, but through adverts and subliminal messaging. "Think how I think", it says.But what happens when it wakes up?
>>63884048>why did you leave us, daddy?
>>63861768It’s hard to take these things seriously when you know that they’re called Gugs.
>>63885626>Swizzledy swylinder I’m trapped in a cylinder
>>63910984Is good though yes? nice picture
>>63851202emrakul says hi
>>63907818It's more that they started banning everyone who complained about it.
>>63861416screw off mosquito
Would something like the "Welcome to Nightvale" podcasts fall under urban unease, or is the town to unnerving or foreign?
>>63917858If they weren’t conplaining about other things and just that one they probably didn’t have justified complaints.
>>63919632It is basically frozen juice concentrate Urban Unease. Night Vale itself has stepped past unease into regular old weird. But any of the items on their own, outside of Night Vale appropriatey diluted, is perfect.
>>63921255Objecting to site admins and twitter reps using their position as representatives of the SCP community to promote unrelated social opinions is perfectly reasonable, as is objecting to the banning of those people.