Have you tried Rotten.com?
And better than thy stroke; why swellest thou then?Pictures three and five are the same.
Ah, you caught it.
edited 22nd May '10 9:34:52 PM by Scholastica
Don't forget the Offended page on ED.
I'm not much of an ED fan. I'll have to check out Rotten.com, though.
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Rotten seems to collect gore more than anything I'd describe as "horror".
edited 22nd May '10 9:56:09 PM by Noaqiyeum
The Revolution Will Not Be TropeableARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH when I clicked on the Uncanny Valley picture, my speakers decided that exact moment to give me random, LOUD static.
...I need to go change my pants.
~PirkaAs a fan of Guro, I have to say many things that would probably freak people out don't effect me. But things like a Fate Worse than Death absolutely horrify me on a deeper level. Like trying to think about the life of a Sex Slave; it freaks me out, saddens me, and disgusts me all at once. I can't imagine what it would be liked to be raped every single day for the rest of your life.
♥♥II'GSJQGDvhhMKOmXunSrogZliLHGKVMhGVmNhBzGUPiXLYki'GRQhBITqQrrOIJKNWiXKO♥♥What is that silhouette, anyhow? All I see is a vague humanoid outline.
An useless name, a forsaken connection.Those pictures were supposed to be disturbing?
I guess I'm jaded. Or something.
A brighter future for a darker age.I'm here from the Society for the Protection of Metaphors, and you're under arrest.
I will keep my soul in a place out of sight, Far off, where the pulse of it is not heard.OMG THANK YOU I needed a thread to go to when I need a scare
Please don't tell me that I'm dreaming When all I ever wanted was to dream another sunset with youOh god. This is delicious.
I want a hand like hers. A big, eldritch, mutated, betentacled, pseudo-sapient organism growing from my wrist.
That statue is wonderfully creepy. The file name says it's a playground, is that so?
The Uncanny Valley face...is that Laura Dearn?
Mr. Nightmare Face makes me laugh. Aww, he's trying to smile, that's cute~
The last one, I don't really get. It's ominous, yeah, but I don't understand why it's labelled "curiosity punishments". Is it something to do with Slendy, by any chance?
As for where you can find more images - Creepypasta.com, the SCP Foundation and, maybe to a lesser extent, Pictureisunrelated.com have some choice selections that might interest you.
I look forward to more!
edited 23rd May '10 11:12:13 AM by TheLuckyStar
SNUGGLERAPE.I thought this was nightmare fuel enough.
I guess I'm jaded. Or something.
More from the Files:
- Looking at you◊
- Surreal horror?◊
- Notes from the Underground◊
- What you get◊ when you add Doctor Who to Uzumaki, most likely.
edited 23rd May '10 12:44:48 PM by Noaqiyeum
The Revolution Will Not Be TropeableThis thread is a joy to me and my guro loving ways. Continue on dear sir or madam.
If someone wants to accuse us of eating coconut shells, then that's their business. We know what we're doing. - Achaan ChahSo sorry. You're right about the Creepypasta. I was thinking of ED's article on the same topic.
Those other pics are great! May I ask what that eye...thing...is from?
SNUGGLERAPE.Hell Season might be of interest I suppose.
Which reminds me...I must read more Waita Uziga.
If someone wants to accuse us of eating coconut shells, then that's their business. We know what we're doing. - Achaan ChahThis is amazing. I've always wanted a thread like this!
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialWOW THAT EYE.
IT'S MOVIN.
That is a baby with Harlequin Icthyosis. :( Poor darling. There's a video of a live one I think is adorable.
edited 23rd May '10 4:19:58 PM by DarkLadyCelebrian
Please don't tell me that I'm dreaming When all I ever wanted was to dream another sunset with you^^That's not nightmarish, just friggin' gross.
Always, somewhere, someone is fighting for you. As long as you remember them, you are not alone.To me it's just sad. Most babies born with that do not survive past a few hours to a day. There are some who do survive and can live full lifespans as long as they take care of themselves.
Please don't tell me that I'm dreaming When all I ever wanted was to dream another sunset with youI once saw a grainy video of a man (probably from the Amazon; his skin was brown, his features of the native American variety and his speech non-Portuguese or Spanish) laid out on a table by Portuguese doctors for examination. The back of his skull had been split open, with the brain visible as grayish pink matter crusted with blood and brown necrotic flesh. Within the cavity were worms. White, wriggling worms that the doctors were carefully extracting from this man's head. And the man was talking in his native language, whimpering in agony and trying to move his limbs. He'd been injured somehow, had been left somewhere in the jungle for the parasites to feast on. I didn't get nightmares - I don't dream much anymore - but it made my scalp and nostrils itch like crazy. It was real, not a film clip.
There was another video I saw, this one of some Old World tourist destination, probably Spain or southern France, since they were speaking a Latin-derived language of some sort (I couldn't quite make out what they were saying). The crowd was watching a man jump off this old harbor wall into the sea, which was probably about thirty feet below. He slid into the water like a seal - he was a professional, I think. But the gore came when another man, this one no older than twenty-five, leaped off the wall after the first man, eager to win the approval of the crowd. Miscalculating his jump, his leap carried his body into the water - but not his head. His head came down with a wet THWACK on the stone dock that separated the bottom of the wall from the sea. As he slid into the water, the water turned red instantly. The first man, realizing what was happening, swam after the poor fuck and dragged him ashore. There was a video time skip, and then the camera operator was in the hospital, looking down at the guy's face. His jaw, his nose, his entire frontal cranium had been so badly crushed that it had split open, and his tongue, hanging out of the hole that used to be the bottom of his mouth, was writhing around, blood bubbling up from his throat. And then I realized that he was trying to scream.
Walk the dinosaur.
Because I'm trying to expand the collection of images I call the Freaky Files, and what better way than to find out who else likes this stuff?
Special query for body horror◊, paranoia fuel◊, uncanny valley◊ and nightmare faces◊, and curiosity punishments◊... wait, that covers just about everything anyway...
edited 22nd May '10 9:33:32 PM by Noaqiyeum
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