Imo, the scariest thing for me in horror is when the character does everything right, they do exactly what you would’ve done, they’re smart, and yet bad things still happen to them. There’s no beating it, you can’t outsmart them, it just happens to you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
They are some dumb things, but overall I think this is why the Higurashi VN works so well. For ~14 year old boy, Keiichi actually is much more observant and smart than some adult protags in horror movies I’ve seen.
I used to be a moderator on the Creepypasta Wiki back before and at the peak of its popularity. At one point we stopped being an archive of popular 4chan stories and email chains and became the central hub for most internet horror stories and I think that got to our heads. We all had really strong ideas as to what constitutes as a Good Story and we made it rule that if your story wasnt up to those standards it would be deleted. This is a decision that, many many years later, I deeply regret participating in and enforcing because the site was a really good starting ground for young writers wanting to express themselves and we kicked them out unless it was up to SlimeBeast standards. If nothing else, even if we had removed stuff I think we shouldve actively maintained an archive beyond sending the especially bad stuff over to the Trollpasta Wiki because I'm sure there are many people to this day who would love to read their old material that they simply no longer can. No idea how relevant any of this is to the video as I'm only a few minutes in, but I just needed to vent this out. If you are someone who has the ability to destroy the work of others, I'd urge you to please not. Even if it's a poorly written horror story, it was SOMEONE'S poorly written horror story and that's something that needs to be appreciated on premise alone.
Man this comment really makes all my hours spent pointing and laughing at poorly written creepypastas prior to deletion/being sent to the trollpasta wiki into perspective. Kinda easy to forget behind all the edgy violence, Jeff the Killer clones and derivative lost episode stories there's actual people writing, more than likely usually young and inexperienced but usually still trying none the less.
Yeah, I remember when I was 12 or 13 reading about Pokémon Creepypastas on the website but then a few years later when Creepypastas had a BOOM I was shocked that the Wiki removed Videogame Creepypastas. I tried finding some of them like the Ilex Forest Witch and the one about the Grass Gym INSIDE Eterna Forest but I still can't find them. It's really nostalgic and I just wanna re-read them for funsies.
I always felt that the Creepypasta Wiki was pretty elitist and kind of douchey, but you've actually put into words why I felt that way. Like, man, you're a creepypasta wiki not the library of alexandria, ya'll need to get over yourselves and let people try lmao
@@len5630 aw man they did what? Like I get it, a lot of them were probably derivative and such but I'm sure there had to be SOME ok stuff there that could be salvaged. Granted none of it should have been deleted outright.
I think the ambiguity is the most terrifying part of creepypastas. The whole point of creepypastas is that stories are so mysterious that you can't tell if it's real or not, making you feel uncomfortable. Lost episode creepypastas of kids cartoons and video games are basically the early examples of "analogue horror" and ARGs.
Yeah, ambiguity is the meat and potatoes of a good creepypasta. The story Psychosis is a great example of that (until the very end where it chucks all ambiguity out the window), the entire story you're not sure what to believe/whether the MC is a reliable narrator.
The entire reason that horror works as a concept is that we naturally fear the unknown. It's why the whole idea is to hide the monster / killer / whatever in mystery and shadows, making the viewer ponder what it could possibly be, because often our own imagination scares us more than whatever big cgi monster is on screen. It's why alot of creepypasta stories get "ruined" because people expand the lore of the monsters and take away all of the mystery as to who they are and what they want.
A lot of creepypastas make the fatal mistake of revealing everything at the end. I've gotten angry at so many creepypastas that have had my interest and tension only for them to infodump why and how everything happened and how the monster works and the monster's backstory etc. etc. A lot of writers just don't understand the value of mystery in horror and how revealing a mystery at the end can retroactively ruin the horror.
On the subject of horror stories, one thing I've been getting into recently is SCP. It's a very unique community of fiction writers that's still going on today. Since writing is sort of your purview, I really think you guys should take a look at it sometime!
@@henrygalley2831 Haven't you said which channel it is in a previous video though? I'm pretty sure I remember which one it is and then subsequently looking into the channel
Wow, I can’t believe Gus and Henry are dead. Their deaths are so sad, it almost feels like this is some kind of creepypasta video… #WeAreNotAlive I have arachnophobia, and I had a dream as a kid where I was in my grandparents’ old house. There was like two spiders that appeared on the iPad I was using, and I tried to turn it off. But it activated this psychedelic moment where they came out but were for some reason coloured like a children’s colouring book. And like they pinned me and just… stared at me while a red and white background pulsed. To this day they are my most terrifying nightmare demons. Also the ghost that tried to rip my dick off because I was watching minecraft videos on an iPad while in Minecraft irl for some reason. That was less terrifying but it was painful as hell.
Oh, weird dreams eh? Buckle up, I got a few of these. I simply "woke up" on the Living room's couch. Crabs. Everyone in my house turned into crabs and when I question my Mother Crab, she asked "What's wrong, Marco?". I ran to the corridor, trying to get to my bedroom but the door was locked. I heard a weird "clickity clickity" all around me ; the hallway was orange and dark, thousands of crabs everywhere. My doorknob? Crab. The ground I was on? Crabs. Then I slowly look up. A gigantic crab. And it falls on my face. I wake up. I was scared. I was 6 years old. Funnily enough, my mother bought crabs to eat because she loves eating them. And to add on, I'm both arachnophobic and allergic to crustaceans.
Oh man, I remember my creepypasta oc. I never really wrote a backstory for her, she was just mostly my excuse to forcefully make popular creepypasta characters I liked make logical sense. She had the ability to do so because she actually went to the gym and was trained in combat, unlike most of the popular creepypasta teenagers.
I had multiple and they were all pretty bad except for one I actually thought was scary. He was a man who had a scarred face and wore a burlap sack over it. He would lure kids from homes and sometimes kills the parents. Of course I wrote a huge backstory that made him Tumblr sexy man material but just the idea of a man not forcefully taking a child but building trust with them by giving gifts and eventually takes them off to the Forrest to never be seen again is fucked.
One of my nightmare demons is Medusa, but she acts more like a vampire/crocodile. Instead of turning me stone, she stalked me while I was swimming, pulled me underwater, and then suddenly I was gorgon to! And was staking prey with her! #wearenotalive
@@Oshacompliantshibari I wish I still knew one of the professors at my junior college-- he was pretty open about the fact he did meth in the past (I don't know if it was crystal), he could probably write the piece.
My nightmare monster: I was looking out the window at a dark cloud. I said, 'That's a pretty stupid looking cloud.' The cloud replied directly into my mind, 'You'll wish you hadn't said that.' I was immediately filled with intense dread at the cloud's revenge, and woke up in a sweat.
To add to the bit about horror "just stopping", one of Lovecraft's best work was The Color Out of Space. Thing happens, its good at first, suddenly gets bad, get worse, everyone melts, then the locals are just left to deal with whats left. The idea of what happens AFTER a fucked up thing can be scary in and of itself and its usually not greatly touched upon. Its why Nightmare on Elm Street 3 is one of the best in the series.
At some point in the past, there was this nightmare where I saw a squiggly drawing of a vampire on a wall near my door, being made up of different colored crayons. Except for some reason, I wasn't able to look away from it; closing my eyes caused something the force them open, and the vampire drawing got increasingly more detailed & nightmarish, to the point where the area around it started flashing random colors. EDIT: There's also this...fluid Christmas "dream" I had about Santa Claus. I briefly saw him riding in the sky with his sleigh and reindeer, with the moon behind him. But it was so fluid that it came off as uncanny. And I put dream in quotation marks because I still don't know if that was real or not. #WeAreNotAlive
Who else here was horrified by the Veggietales episodes as a youth, and subsequently had nightmares featuring rumor weed, the Rapscallions, and Barbra Manatee?
Every 14 year old trying to write a creepypasta in 2014 after slenderman: "One day, man went go to gas Station Then he saw, he saw the man The man pissing and shissing on thr cash Register and He say "wtf u doing" The man said "am pissing" Thanks 4 red"
My creepy nightmare demon was a kid that sits upside down on my ceiling, and spoke exclusively in the sound of water rushing through pipes. Also I love that tangent about what makes good advice.
That detail about the sound of the water in the pipes is actually pretty unique, and is a great balance of odd and creepy. I often can't freakin' stand most people's creepypasta elements, as the amateurish qualities often seem like they can't wait but just reveal almost everything about anything that might have been interesting. Often, they will just answer overly specific questions no one had asked, as an excuse to just "tell" you their creepy elements. They, are often, to be fair, beginners and/or younger, so a lack of experience is almost always in a hurry to reveal their own shortcomings.
One of my nightmare creatures are goblins with a long frog tongue, who turn anything they touch into ice, they would skate around on ice skates to get around, and they were invading the world. They used their long ass creepy tongue to wrap em around people, drawing them in and then turning them to ice.
I know this vid is pretty old by now, but I want to mention that, one of the best examples of a mental imbalance used in a creepypasta imo is Tales from the Gas Station. The main character has a real life (though rare) condition that doesn't allow him to sleep and he has to cope with not always being sure whether what he's seeing is real or a result of his illness. It's really well done and one of my personal favorites.
The earliest nightmare monster that stuck with me: I was in a (makeshift?) hospital, with the curtains around my bed open. The harsh hospital lights were on, but everyone else was asleep, so I think it was night. Stalking through the rows of beds, opening the curtains, was this person(?) with mechanical spider legs (I think based on the dwemer from Morrowind), an animal face, and scalpels for fingers, and I somehow *knew* that it was named "oodle-oodle". It was slicing into people's chests, for some reason. It had a squirrel with a human head, that I knew was named "mother's star" alongside it, commanding it, crawling on the tracks that the curtains were hung from. I think Mother's Star also had the ability to make people fall asleep and maybe do other things if you looked into its eyes? I panicked and got up and started running, and oodle-oodle was chasing me, being yelled at by Mother's Star to make me do something. I woke up when it caught me #WeAreNotAlive
I was around 8 at this point I just remembered another one from earlier, around 4, I was in my room. I went to open my window(not a thing I was strong enough to do in the waking world), and suddenly there was a giant outside who picked me up. I woke up, panicked, and then went to check on the window. I opened it, and was picked up by the giant. I woke up again, and the scene kept repeating, each time I had a greater sense of dread, and felt like I didn't even have a choice but to open the window and be picked up and presumably eaten. Eventually I woke up and went to open the window and was not strong enough to open the window. There was no giant outside. For the next day I was still terrified and not sure I was awake #WeAreNotAlive
12:27 I and other people feel like it's probably Schaffrillas Productions because he clowns on twist villain's a lot. But you described him as "Hates any time there's a twist villain" in the Tumblr video, and he's stated he likes Waternoose and Ernesto de la Cruz, he mainly just hates bad ones.
Yeah, his infamous dunk on twist villains was a response to it being an overused and poorly used trend in recent Disney animated movies, he gave praise to the movies that used them well or opted for something different. His clowning on twist villains is more of just a channel meme because that original video was one of his most famous
The only nightmare I can genuinely remember is, after a game show where I lost and as a result a series of godly kaiju called "Titans" were released, I exited my apartment which is where the gameshow took place (it was underwater so I imagine there was a portal in the doors or something) I saw a man who looked like a zombie and notably had a chunk out of his neck, he asked me "Can I kill you" to which I responded "No" and ran away, he then chased me around my home town and school until I got on a bus and escaped him #WeAreNotAlive
The fact that you would only recognize it as an extended reference to Marmaduke if you also read the Comics Curmudgeon blog is my favorite part. It’s weird and gross and horrifying on it’s, but the additional knowledge of knowing that it’s based on Josh Fruhlinger‘s interpretation of Marmaduke makes it also hilarious
My friend J.B., short for Jacob Blood, and I were walking down the bloody streets of L.A. when we saw a couple Bloods taking the blood out of a dude. It was blood-chilling.
I've had a weird, recurring nightmare since I was a kid. For a quick bit of background, I'm terrified of the ocean-- so this nightmare already starts out with something terrifying to me. I'm swimming in the ocean. It's not a typical ocean. It's got these huge, buoyant (not in the regular lily pad sort of way, but more in the "life raft" kind of way?) lily pads floating in the middle of it and no shoreline anywhere in sight. At first, I'm just swimming along peacefully. Then, I start to feel my limbs weigh down. My eyes droop with exhaustion. The sun goes from high in the sky above me to falling over the horizon and suddenly I'm aware that I've been swimming for hours without resting. I swim over to a lily pad and I climb on top of it, and then, every single time, I make the mistake of looking over the side of the lily pad and into the clear water. I see the sand at the bottom of the ocean start to move-- the coral begins to heave; suddenly I'm left extremely aware that there aren't any fish and there is no reason for the sand to be stirring up the way it is, or for the coral to be shuddering. Huge, spire-like teeth emerge from the sand and begin jutting up towards the water. They break the surface and tower above me. The lily pad was like a bear-trap trigger (you know, the little circular part in the middle) and I was laying right on top of it-- only, instead of working like a bear trap and skewering me, it's instead acting like an alert to something big and monstrous living in the ocean that prey has wandered in. I try to jump off of the lily pad to swim away, but my legs are glued to it. The creature's mouth closes and I am plunged into absolute darkness, and then it begins to lower deeper into the water-- which pours over my face from the gaps in it's teeth above. I always wake up before anything else can happen, but the last thing I usually experience is my head going under the water with my legs still glued to the lily pad. I feel breathless and my arms thrash, my legs WOULD but they can't, and I'm already exhausted at that point of my dream. So, I guess my nightmare demon would be whatever the fuck is lurking in that ocean, acting like a big venus flytrap. Not my worst recurring nightmare, but definitely one of the more memorable ones! #WeAreNotAlive
That'd be a viable lifeform on a world with air-breathing aquatic animals that like to rest up or hide on land from marine predators - like seals (or a crocodilian equivalent) - or large numbers of migratory birds. Thinking about it, that's also this world - maybe you're getting psychic impressions from stranded fishermen out in the South China Sea, not nightmares.
There Existed An Addiction To Blood is the bloodiest album to ever blood. The cover is basically a bunch of nails on a black background and those are prime ways to cause blood to come out of a person. The soundscapes for the songs will probably cause you have blood coming from the ears cause at times the album gets very harsh. But all in all the album is just bloody and scary fun that's basically based on horror films, which have lots of blood in them.
I had this one nightmare where me and a bunch of friends were running away from zombies who kept repeating the phrase "I am home" and eventually there was this one who was like a weird fusion of my mom and one of my friends who got past our defenses that I was continuously punching in the face while it said on repeat "I am home." That image has never left my mind #WeAreNotAlive
Man i really hated the "im bleeding out but im gonna type out this very detailed story in case someone finds it" because it could have been good. Like, someones trying to tell you about this horrific thing, but they cant afford to go into detail, so they only focus on the important details and let your imagination fill in the blanks. Also, creepypasta characters are, imo, always better when they are this being whos origin is unkown. Trying to give a character like slenderman or jeff the killer or zalgo, or any other teenage emo girl's wet dream, a backstory kinda ruins the sense of dread that comes from not knowing where a threat comes from. which doesnt allow you to fully understand it, which doesnt let you fight or confront it. Anyways, sorry for the rant lmaoo. I have a lot of... things... to say about the creepypasta fandom, as i was in it for my early teenage years. Good video as always boys Edit: kinky not kenku gang lesss goooo Edit 2: ALSO, DID WE, LIKE, COLLECTIVELY AGREE TO JUST GLOSS OVEF THE FACT THAT HENRY WROTE A STROY WHERE THE PROTAGONIST TURNED OUT TO BE H1TLER??????? AND THE OTHER STORY WHERE ITS CRYSTAL METH?????? I N E E D TO KNOW MORE.
#WeAreNotAlive awhile back ago I had this nightmare where a blackout occurred at a local retail store where i worked. In the nightmare I was being chased and hunted down by a demonic corn being armed with a taser. This corn being had skinny spongebob legs and arms, with a human face and buck teeth. He called himself Cornifer, the Lucifer of corn. The worst part about this nightmare was that this man was legit terrifying. So that's my nightmare.
#WeAreNotAlive Nightmare monsters my brain conjured up in my sleep: 1. Floating Painty the Pirate chasing me around a pirate ship in the middle of a storm while singing the japanese Spongebob theme song; 2. Myself, after I have turned into a plant (sometimes vegetable, like broccoli); 3. Spiders; 4. Slade/Deadstroke who wants to kill me for literally just existing;
Oh I've been waiting to share this one! This nightmare has haunted me for years even though it sounds, absolutely ridiculous My family was going to the local science museum which was opening a new exhibit. On the way there we saw this rainbow bridge so we started riding up the rainbow until we got to a secret cloud museum above the regular one. We looked around but then! The wizard cloud man was there! He was angry we were there despite him wanting the rainbow to take us there. So he kidnapped my sister (she was a baby when I had this dream) and put a pink hat on her head. Then he hid her under a cloud and put three other pink hats in a row and we had to guess which one my sister was under, otherwise she'd fall to the ground. We guessed but unfortunately it was wrong, so the whole family started falling down in the van. Somehow the landing was safe and everyone was fine. And we vowed to never go to a cloud museum ever again :) #wearenotalive
Reposting this as an initial comment because it's a better example and haunts me more than the other one I was around 4 when I dreamed this I was in my room. I went to open my window(not a thing I was strong enough to do in the waking world), and suddenly there was a giant outside who picked me up. I woke up, panicked, and then went to check on the window. I opened it, and was picked up by the giant. I woke up again, and the scene kept repeating, each time I had a greater sense of dread, and felt like I didn't even have a choice but to open the window and be picked up and presumably eaten. Eventually I woke up and went to open the window and was not strong enough to open the window. There was no giant outside. For the next day I was still terrified and not sure I was awake #WeAreNotAlive
On the subject of weird nightmares and nightmare demons (sleep paralysis demons in this case), I think the one that filled me with the most horror came in the weirdest way. The only part I remember is standing outside in a trailer park with someone (I can't remember who but I remember a sense of familiarity) and then put of nowhere I hear this high pitched, shrill, pulsing sound. I felt an immediate sense of dread and panic and threw myself under the nearest car in a fetal position, the sound still pulsing. The person I was with didn't react though, they didn't even ask me why I was so scared. I had the concept behind bats flood my mind, I had no reason to believe whatever made the noise was a bat but I somehow knew it had a relation to them. Then I woke up, face down and paralyzed. I still heard the sound. That was the only experience with sleep paralysis I've ever had and it still freaks me out when I think on it. I'm open to names for my sleep paralysis demon, my current name is bat-thing #WeAreNotAlive
#WeAreNotAlive I think the earliest nightmare I can remember is being in some giant's kitchen. The surroundings were probably at least partially influenced by Mary Poppins, and now that I'm typing it out, definitely from Jack and the Beanstalk. Also, pretty sure the giant looked kinda like if Raffi was a porcelain doll.
We Are Not Bloody Alive. Okay, so weirdly, I don't think I've ever had a nightmare. I've had dreams where scary things happen, but I never remember experiencing fear. But I did have this one dream when I was younger where I was in a treehouse, and two 20-30 feet tall white Minecraft Endermen in the distance were slowly lurching towards me until they were close enough to reach into the treehouse with their long arms.
One utterly terrifying nightmare I had was that a praying mantis had crawled into my bed, and I accidentally rolled onto it in my sleep and killed it. I legitimately got up, searched my bed for it (it didn't actually exist), and went to go cry in the bathroom. Eventually I felt so tired and done, I just went back to bed, fully accepting there was a massive dead insect somewhere in there. I'm not actually afraid of praying mantises, and I think it was an actual fever dream. As in, I was horribly ill that day and compared to my other symptoms, hallucinating insects would be mild.
DyE fantasy was genuinely my first ever exposure to horror as a then 12year-old with unrestricted youtube access and I thank you for reminding me of this repressed memory.
#WeAreNotAlive When I was 8 I had a nightmare that spiderman from the 90's animated series had died and there were a bunch of people walking all over his grave and casually talking about how he died. He came back to life as a giant, buff, green skinned zombie with a praying mantis head, and whenever he was attacking someone his head would claymation unfold unto a laughing skull with bulging eyes hanging out of the sockets by their nerves. Even as an 8 year old I thought it sounded stupid when I woke up but in my dream it scared the shit out of me
You know, I really appreciate that you two give everything a fair shot. It would be really easy to go "haha creepypasta bad" but the fact y'all are even-handed and realistic about it is both more useful for other creatives and also makes it way funnier when you DO trash something, because we know you're not playing up negativity for the cameras.
One nightmare I distinctly remember was one where I wound up on an abandoned spaceship that was torn apart (think the GFS Valhalla from Metroid Prime 3 - look it up if you don't know). It was pretty standard gloomy fare until I made it to the outside of the ship. The ship was stuck floating in space distinctly surrounded by a sea of golden clouds. If you looked down though it's just an infinite black pit of nothing. What really got me was seeing the clouds part to see this humongous eldritch Lovecraftian monster come into frame, like it easily eclipses the ship in size. To this day I still don't have a good description of what it was supposed to look like, but it scared me enough to wake up immediately. As a person that routinely catalogues my dreams, I felt this was interesting enough to put into my games as-is without modifying anything about it. #wearenotalive
My first nightmare demon ever that I can remember was from when I was around 2-3 years old, I was so young and it was so long ago that I can't remember if it was a nightmare, a really vivid intrusive thought, or sleep paralysis, I'm pretty sure I was in a sort of in an inbetween state between awake and asleep when I had this dream thing. The dream thing starts with me in my bed, just casually going to sleep when the door opens, I thought it was my mom at first, but it was actually the "e" logo for Internet Explorer; the bottom part of the "e" was its jaw and the hole in the middle was it's eye. It came into the room, tore me to pieces and ate some of me, but left some pieces of my body under the covers and left the room. At this point I was just a ghost observing from the corner of the room and watched as my mom came in to check on me, she thought I was asleep under the covers and I just had to sit there and watch as she pulled back the blankets to see nothing more than a pile of meat, I had no idea what organs were at that age and just assumed that people were just made of solid meat and bones. To this day, that dream makes me shutter, I don't think I've ever had a dream that morbid since, and at age 3? I couldn't even conceptualize the idea of being torn to pieces at the time, my brain had to come up with theories of what's inside the human body as it was happening. I felt emotions during that dream that I had never felt once up until that point, I think that dream must've been the first time I developed a theory of mind, the realization of mortality, the realization that my mother is limited in her ability to protect me, and also empathy towards my mother and the grief she would've been feeling in that moment. That dream about the Internet Explorer nightmare demon changed me.
I think the scariest creepypasta I've ever read wasn't fatal- I forget what it was called, but the basic gist is that someone mixed their meds wrong and it caused their perception of time to slow so drastically that they were trapped in their own mind for millenia, stuck in place, for what felt like forever and then they just- like- went back to normal time processing after that
i am pretty sure i listened to like a video animation based on this type of thing some guy was testing drugs which slowed their perception of time to like 10x slower but later, they took some drugs to try and go to sleep, but they didn't kick in guess waht? later, when he was trying to go back down to the train to get back to the test place to ask for an antidote, but that sleepy drug from earlier reacts HORRIBLY with the slow stuff, making their perception go from 10x slower to like 10,000x slower, so they were basically suffering now because they just rolled their ankle, and it just hurts for like what seems to be millenias due to the time perception-sleepy drug combo also working on pain
would love a part two on this! also uhhhh my weirdest nightmare of late was that i was in high school and nobody seemed to react to scheduling like i did, i figured out that when i held up the nutrition info to dried fruit that nobody except me could read numbers/ clocks anymore, so the world around me was chaos. eventually i found out they were brainwashed or w/e but the initial shock is what i remembered the most
Gus’ nightmare demons got nothing on me. I had a dream where I had just moved into a typical haunted house, but the twist was that I was Peter Griffin #wearenotalive
One of the first nightmare monsters I remember was a bunch of early Looney toons animated weasels that would chase me around a completely normal, real life world and would just repeat the word 'chicken' over and over again while running at me on two legs. And for some reason it was like from a 3rd person view where I'd just see myself running in and out of view, then reappear running in a different area. I was also really small and I remember a part where my dad was there shooting at the weasels from behind a car.
#WeAreNotAlive Once when I was a kid I had a dream where my dog ate a rotten sandwich behind the couch. Suddenly my dog ran away out of the room, then looped around to the room on the other side (even though my house didn't loop like that) and was being chased by a giant monster dog thing made out of rotting sandwiches. Like imagine every limb and segments of this dog-like creature is made out of it's own disgusting sub sandwich. Another time my dad was the grim reaper but instead or a skull his face was a pink high heeled shoe. That one's even harder to explain than the first one.
#WeAreNotAlive 1 of the most messed up nightmares from my childhood was a fictional cartoon. All the character were anthropomorph kids playing soccer. Against all odds, the children team won against the teen team, classic underdog strory. The teens had enough, and shoved all the kids in a corner and picked up a boy from them. This bully started hiting the boys back so strongly and frequently, that he couldn't breath in, he couldn't even scream. Slowly he lost consciousness and started sleeping. The teen then put down the kid, and from the look of his face, it was obvious he will beat up the rest of the childern the same way, and they are helpless against him. There was no rest for me that night.
A dream I had as a child involved my parents having Yoda-like bobbleheads. Beyond that, the nightmares I have usually have human beings doing terrible things. Real People are always scarier than fake monsters.
When I was very young I had a nightmare about a baby in a buzz lightyear costume attacking me in the middle of the night. Kid dreams are wild. #wearenotalive
i once had a dream where i was being chased by a giant snake, which seems pretty normal as far as dreams go, but the strangest and funniest thing was that the snake was posed like a W, and walking like a person. of course, this was terrifying at the time, but now it just makes me laugh whenever i think about it. #WeAreNotAlive
The Russian Creepypasta is a delightful sub-genre of it’s own, where if something creepy happens, it’s always either some shamanistic curses and woodland monsters of the indigenous Siberian people, shadowy Soviet experiments or Morrowind mods that will make you go insane for some reason. Also the good ol’ Satan, of course.
One of my oldschool childhood nightmare monsters was the weird green-robed black wraiths from an Episode of Scooby Doo. They looked like Ghostface from Scream but with black bodies, red eyes and mouths, and dark forest green robes instead of the stark black and white of Ghostface. This thing chased after me and my best friend at the time in a beach town suburb in broad daylight. We then proceeded to get lost in a Blockbuster, where the wraith disguised itself as my mother. I had a dream much more recently recently that I stumbled into a faerie festival on my way home (for some reason a small Gaismagorm from Monster Hunter Rise was blocking the entrance to the neighborhood so I took a shortcut through the woods). It was a vibrant spring or summer afternoon, awash in golden light and butterflies, and this faewild place looked like it was having a regular suburban cookout or school field day, but the fact that it was even there was _wrong._ One of the fae that tried to convince me to stay disguised itself as my mom. Weird how that happened twice. Anyway when I ran into her, the wrongness clicked and I made my way back to the weird park pavilion that served as the faerie door and eventually wound up cussing out Titania by name, because she was trying to halt a whole crowd of humans realizing this was Not Home. She freaked out so bad about me knowing her name that I managed to bolt back through the pavilion during the chaos and into the human world again. Wasn't a nightmare, but it struck me that it had the same theme of "something is mimicking my mother" as the first nightmare I ever had. Anyway Darkrai is one of my favorite Pokemon
The hell is wrong with the Kenku? Are they racial caricatures? I just thought they were anthro crows who are the subject of some of the most amazing cosplays I've ever seen. I'm looking this up. ...Okay yeah, Kenku are said to be scheming thieves across the board, which is generally not good when you're characterizing a whole fictional race. Also they seem to be associated with karasu-tengu, which uhhhhhhh pretty sure tengu aren't like that in their home mythology? I think I get it now Y'all are right about Folca though. They just made a child predator demon. What the fuck
Correction for your second comment: we're not talking about the D&D race Kenku. Love those little guys! There's an artist we covered before called Kenku Cross whose body of work includes sexually forward monster characters that resemble children. That's what we're objecting too. Sorry for the confusion!
Jason Blood (from DC comics) sat down to play Bloodborne, but right when he booted it up, a bloodied Batman (from DC comics) in a blood-soaked costume showed up at his house asking for help fighting Brother Blood (from DC comics), who is involved in a plot to create a clone of Superman (from DC comics) using his blood. However, after their last team up fighting Klarion the Witch Boy (from DC comics) and The Gentleman Ghost (from DC comics), Batman and Etrigan (Jason Blood's demonic alter ego who is a different person in the same body) (from DC comics) have some bad blood, but Jason Blood has taken a blood oath to help out Batman when he needs it because they're good pals :)
#wearenotalive When I was a toddler I had a nightmare about a "knight in shining armor" named The Bop who lived behind this old wood burning stove we had. The Bop did nothing in the nightmare, just stood there, but I knew he was there to kill me. My mom remembers me waking up screaming "The Bop! The Bop!"
my recurring nightmare is that im trapped inside 1 of those oldschool Windows Media Player visualizer things n it keeps spinnin me around n around n then all of a sudden i wake up. ive had that nightmare like a dozen times in my life. maybe more. shit sucks
I've had this weird recurring nightmare since I was a kid it's not as crazy as Gus's nightmare demons but it is kinda creepy. So in the dream I'm always in like a textbook Indiana Jones rainforest and it's always the dead night, most of the time I'm sitting either inside (usually the backseat) or on the hood of some vintage car that's covered in moss and vines. The car changes every time I have the dream but the one thing that stays the same is that it's always a bright pastel yellow. Now the creepy part comes from this clown that never speaks but just kind of stares me down for the entirety of the dream. The clown looks like any other creepy circus clown with red hair and a striped outfit but it has bright yellow snake eyes. It moves to only two places every time I have the dream, in the front seat passenger side of the car or an arms length away from me. I don't really have a fear of clowns, I think they're pretty creepy given the right context, but regardless this dream always has me waking up feeling extremely antsy and unsettled #WeAreNotAlive
I had a nightmare demon when I was a kid. Their was a pizza box on a table in the middle of nowhere. Then, music from an ice cream truck started playing, a swarm of kids came around the table to enjoy the pizza. But then, a huge pie of pizza with nothing but a gabbing mouth jumped out and devoured all the kids. The part I find strange is the fact that I wasn’t even one of the kids, nor did I know any of them. I just saw a bunch of random kids get eaten!
Real talk? That segment about describing things in heavy detail while about to die actually gave me a great character idea. Just... someone concerning nonchalant about present danger while writing a memoir or something...
When I was a very young child (talking 4-5 years old), I had a recurring nightmare demon who took the form of a small slime blob with eyes that solely existed under a living room couch that was distinctly not my living room. It also only happened at night, with the moon out and the room in low light. Each time I would try to catch a glimpse of it under the sofa, and each time it would lash out, grab me by the legs, and drag me under the couch as I screamed bloody murder. At that point I would promptly wake up and go back to bed for the night. I distinctly remember trying to talk to it in one run of the nightmare to understand why it was doing this to me, to which it wordlessly dragged me under anyways. Some day I just stopped having the nightmare, but it sticks with me still. On a completely different note when I was a bit older, I was being chased by Max from Sam and Max, but a vampire. Both were equally terrifying. #WeAreNotAlive
16:27 I have a weirdly similar story... in the dream i was watching TV with my parents late at night and it was a scary cartoon (think Salad Fingers, in terms of animation+art style) with a female narrator. Story was a mom left an irresponsible older sibling and vulnerable younger sibling alone over the weekend. something something something "-and when she came home...*he wasn't alive."* and then the creepiest "Hello mother." you can imagine - voice strained, cracking, like there's no breath in it - cut to the younger sibling sitting at the table looking over his shoulder/turning to face her but he's a zombie. My the narrators' words and zombie face, like yours, haunt me to this day.
#WeAreNotAlive I had a bizzare nightmare once. It was in an endless corridor. I was being chased by a giant pink thing. Don't remember much about the details. But he was angry at me. Screaming with some bizzare distortion over his voice. Then, the corridor ended at some point. I was forced to turn around, sit and watch as he stomped towards me. I woke up before he got too close. But, I was so tired, I went right back to sleep. Then, he was still there. He said, "You thought you could get rid of me huh? Well it ain't over just by waking up punk!" I was able to wake up again after that. I had to force myself awake to not go back to, that. Which I've made a habit of doing after all my nightmares after that.
On the Weird horror-esque monsters that are born from our dreams as children, in the same sense, rather recently, about 2 or so nights ago I've had one of those dreams: In that dream, it had begun with a narrator that had said something along the lines, "True Horror is when your mind recognizes the subtle inaccuracies of a monster pretending to be Man," which was probably from some sort of long horror video I was watching when I fell asleep, From that narration, I was then with an old childhood friend from late elementary school, and we where hanging out at my house that was reminiscent of my current home but in the middle of a bald spot within a forest. I had ran upstairs to my bedroom to grab nerf guns for him and I to play with, and while I was digging through the toy chest for the guns, He had prompted me a question, which I can't remember the purpose of or what was spoken exactly, however when I had stopped to look at him, I realized that he was leaning against the window seal from the outside. The problem with that, I was on the second story of the house, at this point I had realized his face was, inaccurate as if it was slightly dis-proportioned, kinda like there was gravity pulling on the leftmost side of his face, One cheek was larger then the other, but not in a natural rounded form of an odd cheek that can come naturally, but more like the skin, flesh and fat was loose from from the bone, it had no shape or structure. I tried to kill him, I then woke up.
My nightmare demon was a blonde woman crouched in my school hallway like a bug. In the dream the bell had just rang and I was going from one classroom to another and when I rounded the corner and spotted her, she smiled and said ‘You found me…’ like it was a game of hide & seek. Then she lunged at me and I woke up. #WeAreNotAlive
#WeAreNotAlive I don't dream often but this is one of the ones that has stuck with me. A woman with glowing red eyes and no face, just dark beneath the hood of her green cloak, riding a white horse with eyes similar to her own and she was chasing me wielding a longsword.
The weirdest nightmare monster I can think of was one time when I dreamed that there was this large, cartoonish yellow dog that stood on two legs and talked, that sat on my best friend and demanded that I play with him in order to let my friend go. The scariest thing was that my friend was actually dying in the dream from being crushed but the dog barely even acknowledged that and treated what it was doing to him as being just a minor annoyance. #WeAreNotAlive
My earliest nightmares that I can remember is going into my room's closet and being confused and upset that ther was another room in my closet. Then something appeared in front of me. I couldn't see it or anything but subconsciously I knew it was like a ghost. Pretty wild idk
My nightmare demon was legit just Patrick from spongebob, not kidding. I was single digits in age and the dream was of Patrick walking into my room and opening one of my dressers and then looking back at me disinterested. I tried to greet him but then he just turned into an image of Patrick’s skeleton and started screaming, then I started screaming and woke up. #WeAreNotAlive
i was soooo unbelievably into slenderman as a young person, and still am to an extent, but imo the good stuff was always the video content that allows people room to really develop their story ideas. flash fiction is great, but i like horror i can really sink my teeth into. i haven't completed a lot of pastas but i did write one that made it to the nosleep podcast early this year which i'm always really proud about- "things that happen in small town america" if you want to check it out!
#WeAreNotAlive One nightmare I had as a kid was me in my bedroom. However for some reason my bedroom was purple and covered in pipes. The last thing I remember was a large monster entering my room and saying something in gibberish. It looked kinda like that weird mascot, Gritty but covered in/ made out of bright green, nickelodeon style slime.
My nightmare demon was a floating wooden beehive sculpture with a face who called himself Bus. He absolutely terrorised me for months when I was like, 6, but when we moved apartments he disappeared until I had another dream where he told me I "graduated" and I never saw him again. #wearenotalive
#WeAreNotAlive My weird nightmare demon was this sentient grandfather clock named "clock o clock" who would freeze time and chase after you in a silent timescape only soundtracked by the thuds of it running at you and your own heartbeat speeding up And he fucking killed piglet from Winnie the Pooh because I was like 5 when I had this dream
you know I've been listening to a lot of creepypasta readings on yt recently (and basically none of them have put the fear of god into my soul like horror stories did when I was younger) so this is actually very aptly timed
As much as bad creepypasta does get clowned on by me and others, there is something truly haunting about a good scary story. When I was a kid I used to listed to people reading creepypasta while I did my hoemwork, and the story "I live in a one-story house" still scares me to this day when I am looking down a dark staircase.
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When you're the slenderman
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@@oimdednotbigsuprise Meow.
@@WeRNotAlive I'm outta here
Imo, the scariest thing for me in horror is when the character does everything right, they do exactly what you would’ve done, they’re smart, and yet bad things still happen to them. There’s no beating it, you can’t outsmart them, it just happens to you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Junji Ito does this amazingly. No matter what you do, no matter what answer you have, you can't beat the horror. You just have to deal with it.
They are some dumb things, but overall I think this is why the Higurashi VN works so well. For ~14 year old boy, Keiichi actually is much more observant and smart than some adult protags in horror movies I’ve seen.
That's just real life man.
@@BlueBladeofFate So you might like Lovecraft then
@@Topdoggie7 I hate how correct this is. Take my like so I don't have to dwell on it too much.
Insane that WE ARE NOT ALIVE would be what this channel would come to be named.
Straight out of a creepypasta.
Drawfee: Delete your art reminders
Diregentleman: Save your art reminders
I THOUGHT THE SAME THING OH SHI
they exist in perfect balance lol
yin and yang
Now I want this crossover event.
@@TOH_Fan what would they do together?
I used to be a moderator on the Creepypasta Wiki back before and at the peak of its popularity. At one point we stopped being an archive of popular 4chan stories and email chains and became the central hub for most internet horror stories and I think that got to our heads. We all had really strong ideas as to what constitutes as a Good Story and we made it rule that if your story wasnt up to those standards it would be deleted.
This is a decision that, many many years later, I deeply regret participating in and enforcing because the site was a really good starting ground for young writers wanting to express themselves and we kicked them out unless it was up to SlimeBeast standards.
If nothing else, even if we had removed stuff I think we shouldve actively maintained an archive beyond sending the especially bad stuff over to the Trollpasta Wiki because I'm sure there are many people to this day who would love to read their old material that they simply no longer can.
No idea how relevant any of this is to the video as I'm only a few minutes in, but I just needed to vent this out. If you are someone who has the ability to destroy the work of others, I'd urge you to please not. Even if it's a poorly written horror story, it was SOMEONE'S poorly written horror story and that's something that needs to be appreciated on premise alone.
Man this comment really makes all my hours spent pointing and laughing at poorly written creepypastas prior to deletion/being sent to the trollpasta wiki into perspective. Kinda easy to forget behind all the edgy violence, Jeff the Killer clones and derivative lost episode stories there's actual people writing, more than likely usually young and inexperienced but usually still trying none the less.
Yeah, I remember when I was 12 or 13 reading about Pokémon Creepypastas on the website but then a few years later when Creepypastas had a BOOM I was shocked that the Wiki removed Videogame Creepypastas. I tried finding some of them like the Ilex Forest Witch and the one about the Grass Gym INSIDE Eterna Forest but I still can't find them. It's really nostalgic and I just wanna re-read them for funsies.
I always felt that the Creepypasta Wiki was pretty elitist and kind of douchey, but you've actually put into words why I felt that way.
Like, man, you're a creepypasta wiki not the library of alexandria, ya'll need to get over yourselves and let people try lmao
@@len5630 aw man they did what? Like I get it, a lot of them were probably derivative and such but I'm sure there had to be SOME ok stuff there that could be salvaged. Granted none of it should have been deleted outright.
To be fair, if they had stayed, many people on 4Chan would have crushed those young writers' spirits with scathing criticism.
I think the ambiguity is the most terrifying part of creepypastas. The whole point of creepypastas is that stories are so mysterious that you can't tell if it's real or not, making you feel uncomfortable.
Lost episode creepypastas of kids cartoons and video games are basically the early examples of "analogue horror" and ARGs.
however the problem is that most creepypasta were basically a middle school or high schooler first story and it show with alot of them
Yeah, ambiguity is the meat and potatoes of a good creepypasta. The story Psychosis is a great example of that (until the very end where it chucks all ambiguity out the window), the entire story you're not sure what to believe/whether the MC is a reliable narrator.
The entire reason that horror works as a concept is that we naturally fear the unknown. It's why the whole idea is to hide the monster / killer / whatever in mystery and shadows, making the viewer ponder what it could possibly be, because often our own imagination scares us more than whatever big cgi monster is on screen.
It's why alot of creepypasta stories get "ruined" because people expand the lore of the monsters and take away all of the mystery as to who they are and what they want.
A lot of creepypastas make the fatal mistake of revealing everything at the end. I've gotten angry at so many creepypastas that have had my interest and tension only for them to infodump why and how everything happened and how the monster works and the monster's backstory etc. etc.
A lot of writers just don't understand the value of mystery in horror and how revealing a mystery at the end can retroactively ruin the horror.
I feel like analog horror in general takes alot of inspiration from creepy pasta, and I for one am glad for it!
I was enjoying watching We Are Not Alive, until I realized.
I was watching evil We Are Not Alive.
then the creature came in...
it was ACTUALLY We Are Not DEAD!
On the subject of horror stories, one thing I've been getting into recently is SCP. It's a very unique community of fiction writers that's still going on today. Since writing is sort of your purview, I really think you guys should take a look at it sometime!
My day job is actually writing scripts for a popular SCP channel (not allowed to say which one) so I'm very well versed in the worlds of SCP!
@@henrygalley2831 Wow! That's really neat to hear! Even if I don't know which channel, I've probably enjoyed your work then at some point.
@@henrygalley2831 Haven't you said which channel it is in a previous video though? I'm pretty sure I remember which one it is and then subsequently looking into the channel
Now that, my friend, is a good idea
@@henrygalley2831 By process of elimination I think I know the channel. Either way: Well done landing that as a day job.
I dont think my hyperrealistic eyes will be able to handle the glory of a Diregentleman video.
Make sure your ears don’t start bleeding hyperrealistic blood from the angelic audio!
Wow, I can’t believe Gus and Henry are dead. Their deaths are so sad, it almost feels like this is some kind of creepypasta video…
#WeAreNotAlive
I have arachnophobia, and I had a dream as a kid where I was in my grandparents’ old house. There was like two spiders that appeared on the iPad I was using, and I tried to turn it off. But it activated this psychedelic moment where they came out but were for some reason coloured like a children’s colouring book. And like they pinned me and just… stared at me while a red and white background pulsed. To this day they are my most terrifying nightmare demons.
Also the ghost that tried to rip my dick off because I was watching minecraft videos on an iPad while in Minecraft irl for some reason. That was less terrifying but it was painful as hell.
Oh, weird dreams eh? Buckle up, I got a few of these.
I simply "woke up" on the Living room's couch. Crabs. Everyone in my house turned into crabs and when I question my Mother Crab, she asked "What's wrong, Marco?". I ran to the corridor, trying to get to my bedroom but the door was locked. I heard a weird "clickity clickity" all around me ; the hallway was orange and dark, thousands of crabs everywhere.
My doorknob? Crab.
The ground I was on? Crabs.
Then I slowly look up. A gigantic crab. And it falls on my face.
I wake up. I was scared. I was 6 years old. Funnily enough, my mother bought crabs to eat because she loves eating them. And to add on, I'm both arachnophobic and allergic to crustaceans.
Oh man, I remember my creepypasta oc. I never really wrote a backstory for her, she was just mostly my excuse to forcefully make popular creepypasta characters I liked make logical sense. She had the ability to do so because she actually went to the gym and was trained in combat, unlike most of the popular creepypasta teenagers.
I actually like that lol. Reminds me of the concept of one punch man, a guy who became an invincible superhero just because he worked his ass off
I had multiple and they were all pretty bad except for one I actually thought was scary. He was a man who had a scarred face and wore a burlap sack over it. He would lure kids from homes and sometimes kills the parents. Of course I wrote a huge backstory that made him Tumblr sexy man material but just the idea of a man not forcefully taking a child but building trust with them by giving gifts and eventually takes them off to the Forrest to never be seen again is fucked.
@@Dantethedemonkiller I mean, that's basically what grooming is innit
One of my nightmare demons is Medusa, but she acts more like a vampire/crocodile. Instead of turning me stone, she stalked me while I was swimming, pulled me underwater, and then suddenly I was gorgon to! And was staking prey with her! #wearenotalive
Honestly that sounds pretty sick, specially cool thing for a nightmare monster to do to you.
Yeah, it's like Shadow over Innsmouth but good.
#girlboss
You don't remember making this comment do you?
@@saltybonsai8369 do you?
Ok but I think I might need to read the twist "Narrator was crystal meth" story.
Trust me, you're really not missing out
@@henrygalley2831 I know but I'm morbidly curious
If I had any experience with crystal meth, I would write it myself just so I can have some kind of closure on that absurd premise
@@Oshacompliantshibari I wish I still knew one of the professors at my junior college-- he was pretty open about the fact he did meth in the past (I don't know if it was crystal), he could probably write the piece.
@@yourlocalnerd7788Walter white?
this video made my eyes turn black and bleed hyper-realistic blood 10/10 would listen again
This vid made my hyper realistic skeleton pop out 10/10 but who was evil patrixxx's phone?.exe
I'd be more scared if the blood *wasnt* hyper realistic, what other kind is there?????
hyper-unrealistic!!!!!@@G00dTaste
My nightmare monster:
I was looking out the window at a dark cloud. I said, 'That's a pretty stupid looking cloud.' The cloud replied directly into my mind, 'You'll wish you hadn't said that.'
I was immediately filled with intense dread at the cloud's revenge, and woke up in a sweat.
To add to the bit about horror "just stopping", one of Lovecraft's best work was The Color Out of Space. Thing happens, its good at first, suddenly gets bad, get worse, everyone melts, then the locals are just left to deal with whats left. The idea of what happens AFTER a fucked up thing can be scary in and of itself and its usually not greatly touched upon. Its why Nightmare on Elm Street 3 is one of the best in the series.
At some point in the past, there was this nightmare where I saw a squiggly drawing of a vampire on a wall near my door, being made up of different colored crayons. Except for some reason, I wasn't able to look away from it; closing my eyes caused something the force them open, and the vampire drawing got increasingly more detailed & nightmarish, to the point where the area around it started flashing random colors.
EDIT: There's also this...fluid Christmas "dream" I had about Santa Claus. I briefly saw him riding in the sky with his sleigh and reindeer, with the moon behind him. But it was so fluid that it came off as uncanny. And I put dream in quotation marks because I still don't know if that was real or not.
#WeAreNotAlive
Who else here was horrified by the Veggietales episodes as a youth, and subsequently had nightmares featuring rumor weed, the Rapscallions, and Barbra Manatee?
a friend of mine n his brother were really obsessed with VeggieTales but i was always creeped out
it all felt a lil threatening
So this is where the new name came from haha
Every 14 year old trying to write a creepypasta in 2014 after slenderman:
"One day, man went go to gas
Station
Then he saw, he saw the man
The man pissing and shissing on thr cash
Register and
He say "wtf u doing"
The man said "am pissing"
Thanks 4 red"
My creepy nightmare demon was a kid that sits upside down on my ceiling, and spoke exclusively in the sound of water rushing through pipes.
Also I love that tangent about what makes good advice.
That detail about the sound of the water in the pipes is actually pretty unique, and is a great balance of odd and creepy. I often can't freakin' stand most people's creepypasta elements, as the amateurish qualities often seem like they can't wait but just reveal almost everything about anything that might have been interesting. Often, they will just answer overly specific questions no one had asked, as an excuse to just "tell" you their creepy elements. They, are often, to be fair, beginners and/or younger, so a lack of experience is almost always in a hurry to reveal their own shortcomings.
"You're not inside of me, I'm inside of you!"
-Voreschach
One of my nightmare creatures are goblins with a long frog tongue, who turn anything they touch into ice, they would skate around on ice skates to get around, and they were invading the world. They used their long ass creepy tongue to wrap em around people, drawing them in and then turning them to ice.
They'd be great mascots for a breath mint brand
Honestly fantastic creature design. If I saw them in a movie I'd give kudos to the writers for coming up with such a creature.
I know this vid is pretty old by now, but I want to mention that, one of the best examples of a mental imbalance used in a creepypasta imo is Tales from the Gas Station. The main character has a real life (though rare) condition that doesn't allow him to sleep and he has to cope with not always being sure whether what he's seeing is real or a result of his illness. It's really well done and one of my personal favorites.
The earliest nightmare monster that stuck with me:
I was in a (makeshift?) hospital, with the curtains around my bed open. The harsh hospital lights were on, but everyone else was asleep, so I think it was night.
Stalking through the rows of beds, opening the curtains, was this person(?) with mechanical spider legs (I think based on the dwemer from Morrowind), an animal face, and scalpels for fingers, and I somehow *knew* that it was named "oodle-oodle". It was slicing into people's chests, for some reason. It had a squirrel with a human head, that I knew was named "mother's star" alongside it, commanding it, crawling on the tracks that the curtains were hung from. I think Mother's Star also had the ability to make people fall asleep and maybe do other things if you looked into its eyes? I panicked and got up and started running, and oodle-oodle was chasing me, being yelled at by Mother's Star to make me do something. I woke up when it caught me
#WeAreNotAlive
I was around 8 at this point
I just remembered another one from earlier, around 4,
I was in my room. I went to open my window(not a thing I was strong enough to do in the waking world), and suddenly there was a giant outside who picked me up. I woke up, panicked, and then went to check on the window. I opened it, and was picked up by the giant. I woke up again, and the scene kept repeating, each time I had a greater sense of dread, and felt like I didn't even have a choice but to open the window and be picked up and presumably eaten. Eventually I woke up and went to open the window and was not strong enough to open the window. There was no giant outside. For the next day I was still terrified and not sure I was awake
#WeAreNotAlive
HOLY GOD DUDE
12:27 I and other people feel like it's probably Schaffrillas Productions because he clowns on twist villain's a lot. But you described him as "Hates any time there's a twist villain" in the Tumblr video, and he's stated he likes Waternoose and Ernesto de la Cruz, he mainly just hates bad ones.
Yeah, his infamous dunk on twist villains was a response to it being an overused and poorly used trend in recent Disney animated movies, he gave praise to the movies that used them well or opted for something different. His clowning on twist villains is more of just a channel meme because that original video was one of his most famous
2 Years down the line and here we are, not alive.
The only nightmare I can genuinely remember is, after a game show where I lost and as a result a series of godly kaiju called "Titans" were released, I exited my apartment which is where the gameshow took place (it was underwater so I imagine there was a portal in the doors or something) I saw a man who looked like a zombie and notably had a chunk out of his neck, he asked me "Can I kill you" to which I responded "No" and ran away, he then chased me around my home town and school until I got on a bus and escaped him
#WeAreNotAlive
17:27 I’m so glad someone other than me remembers Dogscape. One of the most interesting things that ever came out of the Marmaduke franchise
The fact that you would only recognize it as an extended reference to Marmaduke if you also read the Comics Curmudgeon blog is my favorite part. It’s weird and gross and horrifying on it’s, but the additional knowledge of knowing that it’s based on Josh Fruhlinger‘s interpretation of Marmaduke makes it also hilarious
My friend J.B., short for Jacob Blood, and I were walking down the bloody streets of L.A. when we saw a couple Bloods taking the blood out of a dude. It was blood-chilling.
I've had a weird, recurring nightmare since I was a kid.
For a quick bit of background, I'm terrified of the ocean-- so this nightmare already starts out with something terrifying to me.
I'm swimming in the ocean.
It's not a typical ocean. It's got these huge, buoyant (not in the regular lily pad sort of way, but more in the "life raft" kind of way?) lily pads floating in the middle of it and no shoreline anywhere in sight. At first, I'm just swimming along peacefully. Then, I start to feel my limbs weigh down. My eyes droop with exhaustion. The sun goes from high in the sky above me to falling over the horizon and suddenly I'm aware that I've been swimming for hours without resting.
I swim over to a lily pad and I climb on top of it, and then, every single time, I make the mistake of looking over the side of the lily pad and into the clear water. I see the sand at the bottom of the ocean start to move-- the coral begins to heave; suddenly I'm left extremely aware that there aren't any fish and there is no reason for the sand to be stirring up the way it is, or for the coral to be shuddering. Huge, spire-like teeth emerge from the sand and begin jutting up towards the water. They break the surface and tower above me. The lily pad was like a bear-trap trigger (you know, the little circular part in the middle) and I was laying right on top of it-- only, instead of working like a bear trap and skewering me, it's instead acting like an alert to something big and monstrous living in the ocean that prey has wandered in.
I try to jump off of the lily pad to swim away, but my legs are glued to it. The creature's mouth closes and I am plunged into absolute darkness, and then it begins to lower deeper into the water-- which pours over my face from the gaps in it's teeth above.
I always wake up before anything else can happen, but the last thing I usually experience is my head going under the water with my legs still glued to the lily pad. I feel breathless and my arms thrash, my legs WOULD but they can't, and I'm already exhausted at that point of my dream.
So, I guess my nightmare demon would be whatever the fuck is lurking in that ocean, acting like a big venus flytrap.
Not my worst recurring nightmare, but definitely one of the more memorable ones! #WeAreNotAlive
That'd be a viable lifeform on a world with air-breathing aquatic animals that like to rest up or hide on land from marine predators - like seals (or a crocodilian equivalent) - or large numbers of migratory birds. Thinking about it, that's also this world - maybe you're getting psychic impressions from stranded fishermen out in the South China Sea, not nightmares.
Great advice, love that creepy bit
what about the spoopy bit tho
There Existed An Addiction To Blood is the bloodiest album to ever blood. The cover is basically a bunch of nails on a black background and those are prime ways to cause blood to come out of a person. The soundscapes for the songs will probably cause you have blood coming from the ears cause at times the album gets very harsh. But all in all the album is just bloody and scary fun that's basically based on horror films, which have lots of blood in them.
I had this one nightmare where me and a bunch of friends were running away from zombies who kept repeating the phrase "I am home" and eventually there was this one who was like a weird fusion of my mom and one of my friends who got past our defenses that I was continuously punching in the face while it said on repeat "I am home." That image has never left my mind #WeAreNotAlive
Man i really hated the "im bleeding out but im gonna type out this very detailed story in case someone finds it" because it could have been good. Like, someones trying to tell you about this horrific thing, but they cant afford to go into detail, so they only focus on the important details and let your imagination fill in the blanks.
Also, creepypasta characters are, imo, always better when they are this being whos origin is unkown. Trying to give a character like slenderman or jeff the killer or zalgo, or any other teenage emo girl's wet dream, a backstory kinda ruins the sense of dread that comes from not knowing where a threat comes from. which doesnt allow you to fully understand it, which doesnt let you fight or confront it. Anyways, sorry for the rant lmaoo. I have a lot of... things... to say about the creepypasta fandom, as i was in it for my early teenage years. Good video as always boys
Edit: kinky not kenku gang lesss goooo
Edit 2: ALSO, DID WE, LIKE, COLLECTIVELY AGREE TO JUST GLOSS OVEF THE FACT THAT HENRY WROTE A STROY WHERE THE PROTAGONIST TURNED OUT TO BE H1TLER??????? AND THE OTHER STORY WHERE ITS CRYSTAL METH?????? I N E E D TO KNOW MORE.
The most disturbing of my own horror nightmares is a recurring dream I had as a very young child (
#WeAreNotAlive awhile back ago I had this nightmare where a blackout occurred at a local retail store where i worked. In the nightmare I was being chased and hunted down by a demonic corn being armed with a taser. This corn being had skinny spongebob legs and arms, with a human face and buck teeth. He called himself Cornifer, the Lucifer of corn. The worst part about this nightmare was that this man was legit terrifying. So that's my nightmare.
I'm now obsessed with Cornifer, the Lucifer of Corn.
@@henrygalley2831 I'm glad you can get some enjoyment out of him. He's become the joke of my friend group.
I love that he's "the Lucifer of corn" but he chooses to use a taser as his weapon
One time I had a dream where I saw the OG Foxy from FNaF, then he tackled my dad and bit him and I was so upset.
Then I woke up.
My power went out exactly after I saved my work after they told me not to drop the spaghetti
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Nightmare monsters my brain conjured up in my sleep:
1. Floating Painty the Pirate chasing me around a pirate ship in the middle of a storm while singing the japanese Spongebob theme song;
2. Myself, after I have turned into a plant (sometimes vegetable, like broccoli);
3. Spiders;
4. Slade/Deadstroke who wants to kill me for literally just existing;
Oh I've been waiting to share this one! This nightmare has haunted me for years even though it sounds, absolutely ridiculous
My family was going to the local science museum which was opening a new exhibit. On the way there we saw this rainbow bridge so we started riding up the rainbow until we got to a secret cloud museum above the regular one. We looked around but then! The wizard cloud man was there! He was angry we were there despite him wanting the rainbow to take us there. So he kidnapped my sister (she was a baby when I had this dream) and put a pink hat on her head. Then he hid her under a cloud and put three other pink hats in a row and we had to guess which one my sister was under, otherwise she'd fall to the ground. We guessed but unfortunately it was wrong, so the whole family started falling down in the van. Somehow the landing was safe and everyone was fine.
And we vowed to never go to a cloud museum ever again :)
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Fear The Cloud Wizard
Reposting this as an initial comment because it's a better example and haunts me more than the other one
I was around 4 when I dreamed this
I was in my room. I went to open my window(not a thing I was strong enough to do in the waking world), and suddenly there was a giant outside who picked me up. I woke up, panicked, and then went to check on the window. I opened it, and was picked up by the giant. I woke up again, and the scene kept repeating, each time I had a greater sense of dread, and felt like I didn't even have a choice but to open the window and be picked up and presumably eaten. Eventually I woke up and went to open the window and was not strong enough to open the window. There was no giant outside. For the next day I was still terrified and not sure I was awake
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On the subject of weird nightmares and nightmare demons (sleep paralysis demons in this case), I think the one that filled me with the most horror came in the weirdest way.
The only part I remember is standing outside in a trailer park with someone (I can't remember who but I remember a sense of familiarity) and then put of nowhere I hear this high pitched, shrill, pulsing sound. I felt an immediate sense of dread and panic and threw myself under the nearest car in a fetal position, the sound still pulsing. The person I was with didn't react though, they didn't even ask me why I was so scared. I had the concept behind bats flood my mind, I had no reason to believe whatever made the noise was a bat but I somehow knew it had a relation to them. Then I woke up, face down and paralyzed. I still heard the sound.
That was the only experience with sleep paralysis I've ever had and it still freaks me out when I think on it. I'm open to names for my sleep paralysis demon, my current name is bat-thing
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Its all fun and games until
Gus and Henry: Vore for Hire shows up in my youtube reccomendations
We'd outsource that kind of work to Dire Wolf, it's her specialty
#WeAreNotAlive I think the earliest nightmare I can remember is being in some giant's kitchen. The surroundings were probably at least partially influenced by Mary Poppins, and now that I'm typing it out, definitely from Jack and the Beanstalk. Also, pretty sure the giant looked kinda like if Raffi was a porcelain doll.
We Are Not Bloody Alive.
Okay, so weirdly, I don't think I've ever had a nightmare. I've had dreams where scary things happen, but I never remember experiencing fear.
But I did have this one dream when I was younger where I was in a treehouse, and two 20-30 feet tall white Minecraft Endermen in the distance were slowly lurching towards me until they were close enough to reach into the treehouse with their long arms.
The only exception to the "don't overuse words like blood rule" is space funeral, and I live by that
Been awhile since I thought about that thing!
What a wild ride that game is
One utterly terrifying nightmare I had was that a praying mantis had crawled into my bed, and I accidentally rolled onto it in my sleep and killed it. I legitimately got up, searched my bed for it (it didn't actually exist), and went to go cry in the bathroom. Eventually I felt so tired and done, I just went back to bed, fully accepting there was a massive dead insect somewhere in there.
I'm not actually afraid of praying mantises, and I think it was an actual fever dream. As in, I was horribly ill that day and compared to my other symptoms, hallucinating insects would be mild.
DyE fantasy was genuinely my first ever exposure to horror as a then 12year-old with unrestricted youtube access and I thank you for reminding me of this repressed memory.
#WeAreNotAlive When I was 8 I had a nightmare that spiderman from the 90's animated series had died and there were a bunch of people walking all over his grave and casually talking about how he died. He came back to life as a giant, buff, green skinned zombie with a praying mantis head, and whenever he was attacking someone his head would claymation unfold unto a laughing skull with bulging eyes hanging out of the sockets by their nerves. Even as an 8 year old I thought it sounded stupid when I woke up but in my dream it scared the shit out of me
You know, I really appreciate that you two give everything a fair shot. It would be really easy to go "haha creepypasta bad" but the fact y'all are even-handed and realistic about it is both more useful for other creatives and also makes it way funnier when you DO trash something, because we know you're not playing up negativity for the cameras.
One nightmare I distinctly remember was one where I wound up on an abandoned spaceship that was torn apart (think the GFS Valhalla from Metroid Prime 3 - look it up if you don't know). It was pretty standard gloomy fare until I made it to the outside of the ship.
The ship was stuck floating in space distinctly surrounded by a sea of golden clouds. If you looked down though it's just an infinite black pit of nothing.
What really got me was seeing the clouds part to see this humongous eldritch Lovecraftian monster come into frame, like it easily eclipses the ship in size.
To this day I still don't have a good description of what it was supposed to look like, but it scared me enough to wake up immediately.
As a person that routinely catalogues my dreams, I felt this was interesting enough to put into my games as-is without modifying anything about it.
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That intro was spot on.
My first nightmare demon ever that I can remember was from when I was around 2-3 years old, I was so young and it was so long ago that I can't remember if it was a nightmare, a really vivid intrusive thought, or sleep paralysis, I'm pretty sure I was in a sort of in an inbetween state between awake and asleep when I had this dream thing.
The dream thing starts with me in my bed, just casually going to sleep when the door opens, I thought it was my mom at first, but it was actually the "e" logo for Internet Explorer; the bottom part of the "e" was its jaw and the hole in the middle was it's eye. It came into the room, tore me to pieces and ate some of me, but left some pieces of my body under the covers and left the room. At this point I was just a ghost observing from the corner of the room and watched as my mom came in to check on me, she thought I was asleep under the covers and I just had to sit there and watch as she pulled back the blankets to see nothing more than a pile of meat, I had no idea what organs were at that age and just assumed that people were just made of solid meat and bones.
To this day, that dream makes me shutter, I don't think I've ever had a dream that morbid since, and at age 3? I couldn't even conceptualize the idea of being torn to pieces at the time, my brain had to come up with theories of what's inside the human body as it was happening. I felt emotions during that dream that I had never felt once up until that point, I think that dream must've been the first time I developed a theory of mind, the realization of mortality, the realization that my mother is limited in her ability to protect me, and also empathy towards my mother and the grief she would've been feeling in that moment. That dream about the Internet Explorer nightmare demon changed me.
I think the scariest creepypasta I've ever read wasn't fatal- I forget what it was called, but the basic gist is that someone mixed their meds wrong and it caused their perception of time to slow so drastically that they were trapped in their own mind for millenia, stuck in place, for what felt like forever and then they just- like- went back to normal time processing after that
i am pretty sure i listened to like a video animation based on this type of thing
some guy was testing drugs which slowed their perception of time to like 10x slower
but later, they took some drugs to try and go to sleep, but they didn't kick in
guess waht? later, when he was trying to go back down to the train to get back to the test place to ask for an antidote, but that sleepy drug from earlier reacts HORRIBLY with the slow stuff, making their perception go from 10x slower to like 10,000x slower, so they were basically suffering now because they just rolled their ankle, and it just hurts for like what seems to be millenias due to the time perception-sleepy drug combo also working on pain
would love a part two on this! also uhhhh my weirdest nightmare of late was that i was in high school and nobody seemed to react to scheduling like i did, i figured out that when i held up the nutrition info to dried fruit that nobody except me could read numbers/ clocks anymore, so the world around me was chaos. eventually i found out they were brainwashed or w/e but the initial shock is what i remembered the most
Gus’ nightmare demons got nothing on me. I had a dream where I had just moved into a typical haunted house, but the twist was that I was Peter Griffin #wearenotalive
One of the first nightmare monsters I remember was a bunch of early Looney toons animated weasels that would chase me around a completely normal, real life world and would just repeat the word 'chicken' over and over again while running at me on two legs. And for some reason it was like from a 3rd person view where I'd just see myself running in and out of view, then reappear running in a different area. I was also really small and I remember a part where my dad was there shooting at the weasels from behind a car.
#WeAreNotAlive Once when I was a kid I had a dream where my dog ate a rotten sandwich behind the couch. Suddenly my dog ran away out of the room, then looped around to the room on the other side (even though my house didn't loop like that) and was being chased by a giant monster dog thing made out of rotting sandwiches. Like imagine every limb and segments of this dog-like creature is made out of it's own disgusting sub sandwich.
Another time my dad was the grim reaper but instead or a skull his face was a pink high heeled shoe. That one's even harder to explain than the first one.
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1 of the most messed up nightmares from my childhood was a fictional cartoon. All the character were anthropomorph kids playing soccer. Against all odds, the children team won against the teen team, classic underdog strory. The teens had enough, and shoved all the kids in a corner and picked up a boy from them. This bully started hiting the boys back so strongly and frequently, that he couldn't breath in, he couldn't even scream. Slowly he lost consciousness and started sleeping. The teen then put down the kid, and from the look of his face, it was obvious he will beat up the rest of the childern the same way, and they are helpless against him.
There was no rest for me that night.
A dream I had as a child involved my parents having Yoda-like bobbleheads. Beyond that, the nightmares I have usually have human beings doing terrible things. Real People are always scarier than fake monsters.
Hearing that piano background track at the beginning gave me a full body rash
When I was very young I had a nightmare about a baby in a buzz lightyear costume attacking me in the middle of the night. Kid dreams are wild.
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i once had a dream where i was being chased by a giant snake, which seems pretty normal as far as dreams go, but the strangest and funniest thing was that the snake was posed like a W, and walking like a person. of course, this was terrifying at the time, but now it just makes me laugh whenever i think about it. #WeAreNotAlive
The Russian Creepypasta is a delightful sub-genre of it’s own, where if something creepy happens, it’s always either some shamanistic curses and woodland monsters of the indigenous Siberian people, shadowy Soviet experiments or Morrowind mods that will make you go insane for some reason. Also the good ol’ Satan, of course.
One of my oldschool childhood nightmare monsters was the weird green-robed black wraiths from an Episode of Scooby Doo. They looked like Ghostface from Scream but with black bodies, red eyes and mouths, and dark forest green robes instead of the stark black and white of Ghostface. This thing chased after me and my best friend at the time in a beach town suburb in broad daylight. We then proceeded to get lost in a Blockbuster, where the wraith disguised itself as my mother.
I had a dream much more recently recently that I stumbled into a faerie festival on my way home (for some reason a small Gaismagorm from Monster Hunter Rise was blocking the entrance to the neighborhood so I took a shortcut through the woods). It was a vibrant spring or summer afternoon, awash in golden light and butterflies, and this faewild place looked like it was having a regular suburban cookout or school field day, but the fact that it was even there was _wrong._ One of the fae that tried to convince me to stay disguised itself as my mom. Weird how that happened twice. Anyway when I ran into her, the wrongness clicked and I made my way back to the weird park pavilion that served as the faerie door and eventually wound up cussing out Titania by name, because she was trying to halt a whole crowd of humans realizing this was Not Home. She freaked out so bad about me knowing her name that I managed to bolt back through the pavilion during the chaos and into the human world again. Wasn't a nightmare, but it struck me that it had the same theme of "something is mimicking my mother" as the first nightmare I ever had. Anyway Darkrai is one of my favorite Pokemon
The hell is wrong with the Kenku? Are they racial caricatures? I just thought they were anthro crows who are the subject of some of the most amazing cosplays I've ever seen. I'm looking this up. ...Okay yeah, Kenku are said to be scheming thieves across the board, which is generally not good when you're characterizing a whole fictional race. Also they seem to be associated with karasu-tengu, which uhhhhhhh pretty sure tengu aren't like that in their home mythology? I think I get it now
Y'all are right about Folca though. They just made a child predator demon. What the fuck
Correction for your second comment: we're not talking about the D&D race Kenku. Love those little guys! There's an artist we covered before called Kenku Cross whose body of work includes sexually forward monster characters that resemble children. That's what we're objecting too. Sorry for the confusion!
Jason Blood (from DC comics) sat down to play Bloodborne, but right when he booted it up, a bloodied Batman (from DC comics) in a blood-soaked costume showed up at his house asking for help fighting Brother Blood (from DC comics), who is involved in a plot to create a clone of Superman (from DC comics) using his blood. However, after their last team up fighting Klarion the Witch Boy (from DC comics) and The Gentleman Ghost (from DC comics), Batman and Etrigan (Jason Blood's demonic alter ego who is a different person in the same body) (from DC comics) have some bad blood, but Jason Blood has taken a blood oath to help out Batman when he needs it because they're good pals :)
#wearenotalive When I was a toddler I had a nightmare about a "knight in shining armor" named The Bop who lived behind this old wood burning stove we had. The Bop did nothing in the nightmare, just stood there, but I knew he was there to kill me. My mom remembers me waking up screaming "The Bop! The Bop!"
Absolutely want a part 2, keep up the good work lads
my recurring nightmare is that im trapped inside 1 of those oldschool Windows Media Player visualizer things n it keeps spinnin me around n around n then all of a sudden i wake up.
ive had that nightmare like a dozen times in my life. maybe more. shit sucks
Which music genre?
I've had this weird recurring nightmare since I was a kid it's not as crazy as Gus's nightmare demons but it is kinda creepy. So in the dream I'm always in like a textbook Indiana Jones rainforest and it's always the dead night, most of the time I'm sitting either inside (usually the backseat) or on the hood of some vintage car that's covered in moss and vines. The car changes every time I have the dream but the one thing that stays the same is that it's always a bright pastel yellow. Now the creepy part comes from this clown that never speaks but just kind of stares me down for the entirety of the dream. The clown looks like any other creepy circus clown with red hair and a striped outfit but it has bright yellow snake eyes. It moves to only two places every time I have the dream, in the front seat passenger side of the car or an arms length away from me. I don't really have a fear of clowns, I think they're pretty creepy given the right context, but regardless this dream always has me waking up feeling extremely antsy and unsettled
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I had a nightmare demon when I was a kid. Their was a pizza box on a table in the middle of nowhere. Then, music from an ice cream truck started playing, a swarm of kids came around the table to enjoy the pizza. But then, a huge pie of pizza with nothing but a gabbing mouth jumped out and devoured all the kids. The part I find strange is the fact that I wasn’t even one of the kids, nor did I know any of them. I just saw a bunch of random kids get eaten!
Real talk? That segment about describing things in heavy detail while about to die actually gave me a great character idea. Just... someone concerning nonchalant about present danger while writing a memoir or something...
When I was a very young child (talking 4-5 years old), I had a recurring nightmare demon who took the form of a small slime blob with eyes that solely existed under a living room couch that was distinctly not my living room. It also only happened at night, with the moon out and the room in low light. Each time I would try to catch a glimpse of it under the sofa, and each time it would lash out, grab me by the legs, and drag me under the couch as I screamed bloody murder. At that point I would promptly wake up and go back to bed for the night. I distinctly remember trying to talk to it in one run of the nightmare to understand why it was doing this to me, to which it wordlessly dragged me under anyways. Some day I just stopped having the nightmare, but it sticks with me still.
On a completely different note when I was a bit older, I was being chased by Max from Sam and Max, but a vampire. Both were equally terrifying. #WeAreNotAlive
I would enjoy a part 2
16:41 omg wait THIS IS WHERE THE NEW NAME IS FROM #wearenotalive ???????? ?
Would love to see a part 2!
16:27 I have a weirdly similar story... in the dream i was watching TV with my parents late at night and it was a scary cartoon (think Salad Fingers, in terms of animation+art style) with a female narrator. Story was a mom left an irresponsible older sibling and vulnerable younger sibling alone over the weekend. something something something "-and when she came home...*he wasn't alive."* and then the creepiest "Hello mother." you can imagine - voice strained, cracking, like there's no breath in it - cut to the younger sibling sitting at the table looking over his shoulder/turning to face her but he's a zombie. My the narrators' words and zombie face, like yours, haunt me to this day.
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I had a bizzare nightmare once. It was in an endless corridor. I was being chased by a giant pink thing. Don't remember much about the details. But he was angry at me. Screaming with some bizzare distortion over his voice. Then, the corridor ended at some point. I was forced to turn around, sit and watch as he stomped towards me. I woke up before he got too close. But, I was so tired, I went right back to sleep. Then, he was still there. He said, "You thought you could get rid of me huh? Well it ain't over just by waking up punk!" I was able to wake up again after that. I had to force myself awake to not go back to, that. Which I've made a habit of doing after all my nightmares after that.
Your unconscious has object permanence. That's worrying.
On the Weird horror-esque monsters that are born from our dreams as children, in the same sense, rather recently, about 2 or so nights ago I've had one of those dreams:
In that dream, it had begun with a narrator that had said something along the lines, "True Horror is when your mind recognizes the subtle inaccuracies of a monster pretending to be Man," which was probably from some sort of long horror video I was watching when I fell asleep, From that narration, I was then with an old childhood friend from late elementary school, and we where hanging out at my house that was reminiscent of my current home but in the middle of a bald spot within a forest. I had ran upstairs to my bedroom to grab nerf guns for him and I to play with, and while I was digging through the toy chest for the guns, He had prompted me a question, which I can't remember the purpose of or what was spoken exactly, however when I had stopped to look at him, I realized that he was leaning against the window seal from the outside. The problem with that, I was on the second story of the house, at this point I had realized his face was, inaccurate as if it was slightly dis-proportioned, kinda like there was gravity pulling on the leftmost side of his face, One cheek was larger then the other, but not in a natural rounded form of an odd cheek that can come naturally, but more like the skin, flesh and fat was loose from from the bone, it had no shape or structure. I tried to kill him, I then woke up.
I seriously love how much of this is legitimately good writing advice
My nightmare demon was a blonde woman crouched in my school hallway like a bug. In the dream the bell had just rang and I was going from one classroom to another and when I rounded the corner and spotted her, she smiled and said ‘You found me…’ like it was a game of hide & seek. Then she lunged at me and I woke up.
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#WeAreNotAlive I don't dream often but this is one of the ones that has stuck with me. A woman with glowing red eyes and no face, just dark beneath the hood of her green cloak, riding a white horse with eyes similar to her own and she was chasing me wielding a longsword.
I %100 want more of this.
The weirdest nightmare monster I can think of was one time when I dreamed that there was this large, cartoonish yellow dog that stood on two legs and talked, that sat on my best friend and demanded that I play with him in order to let my friend go. The scariest thing was that my friend was actually dying in the dream from being crushed but the dog barely even acknowledged that and treated what it was doing to him as being just a minor annoyance.
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My earliest nightmares that I can remember is going into my room's closet and being confused and upset that ther was another room in my closet. Then something appeared in front of me. I couldn't see it or anything but subconsciously I knew it was like a ghost.
Pretty wild idk
These videos are too funny, I'm trying to draw and I can't cause my hand is too shakey from how hard I'm laughing
I’m begging for a part two, this video would have had me howling with laughter if I wasn’t holding back since it’s late at night in my dorm rn
My nightmare demon was legit just Patrick from spongebob, not kidding. I was single digits in age and the dream was of Patrick walking into my room and opening one of my dressers and then looking back at me disinterested. I tried to greet him but then he just turned into an image of Patrick’s skeleton and started screaming, then I started screaming and woke up. #WeAreNotAlive
I once had a dream about a tall and slender man with a pale and malnourished body in a creepy old mansion. #WearAreNotAlive.
i was soooo unbelievably into slenderman as a young person, and still am to an extent, but imo the good stuff was always the video content that allows people room to really develop their story ideas. flash fiction is great, but i like horror i can really sink my teeth into. i haven't completed a lot of pastas but i did write one that made it to the nosleep podcast early this year which i'm always really proud about- "things that happen in small town america" if you want to check it out!
#WeAreNotAlive One nightmare I had as a kid was me in my bedroom. However for some reason my bedroom was purple and covered in pipes. The last thing I remember was a large monster entering my room and saying something in gibberish. It looked kinda like that weird mascot, Gritty but covered in/ made out of bright green, nickelodeon style slime.
I made a creepypasta parody oc once, she was just a sparkle wolf cursed with intelligence. I still think back fondly on her.
Funny to run into where the new name comes from; "We Are Not Alive" the zombie
My nightmare demon was a floating wooden beehive sculpture with a face who called himself Bus. He absolutely terrorised me for months when I was like, 6, but when we moved apartments he disappeared until I had another dream where he told me I "graduated" and I never saw him again. #wearenotalive
other than the aspect ratio being weird YESSS i love the amount of content ur putting out gus
The intro is comedy gold
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My weird nightmare demon was this sentient grandfather clock named "clock o clock" who would freeze time and chase after you in a silent timescape only soundtracked by the thuds of it running at you and your own heartbeat speeding up
And he fucking killed piglet from Winnie the Pooh because I was like 5 when I had this dream
you know I've been listening to a lot of creepypasta readings on yt recently (and basically none of them have put the fear of god into my soul like horror stories did when I was younger) so this is actually very aptly timed
As much as bad creepypasta does get clowned on by me and others, there is something truly haunting about a good scary story. When I was a kid I used to listed to people reading creepypasta while I did my hoemwork, and the story "I live in a one-story house" still scares me to this day when I am looking down a dark staircase.