Chilling Images

I'm so bloody glad this thread is back, if nothing else, it gives me so many ideas.

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I'm so bloody glad this thread is back, if nothing else, it gives me so many ideas.

Here here. Nothing like the collected effort of a bunch of deranged individuals :)

I just read this one on my Wii News...It's the beginning of a chilling image. I'm thinking either Changeling or Mage.

A guy in Massachusetts buys a wallet at a Walmart. He discovers that there's something in one of the sealed compartments. He opens it up and shakes the contents out into his hand only to find their human teeth. Adult human teeth with fillings....

You come home after a long and frustrating day of work to find your house empty. Not a bad thing given how high strung you are so you decide to unwind with a warm shower. It was just what you needed. You can't seem to find any of your clothes - your wife probably took them down to the laundromat to clean - so you throw a robe on instead, as you do you notice something is off about a picture of your wife and kids but can't remember what it's supposed to be. You walk down the stairs noting that something doesn't feel right about the pictures lining the staircase. They don't look edited or altered in anyway but after a few moments it dawns on you what has bothered you about all the pictures.... you are no longer in any of them.

The photos entry reminds me of the move The Forgotten.

You've always had that awful secret habit of popping pimples. You delighted in the way they popped and felt better afterward when the "poison" had left your body.

One night you were visited by the Green Lady. She was old, hunched over and stank of puke and rotting meat, but she wore a mask of a young maiden and that put you at ease. She explained she would give you a gift, and then you'd have all the pimples in the world to pop. You just have to cough on people in return.

Now there is a new epidemic going around, but you don't mind.

There are just so many pimples and sucking wounds to drain and squeeze!

Oh, blech.  :P

I believe it was in Second Sight, but one of the coolest chilling ideas:

Your character can see people's futures (or knows someone who can).  These visions are accurate most of the time (if not all of the time).  But when you look forward over 3 years into the future, there is nothing.  Literally nothing.  And this happens for EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHOSE FUTURE YOU READ.

What will happen in 3 years?  How can it affect so many people?  Is it just the limit of your power?

You are at school, in a classroom. You hear screams. A mass murderer is going from classroom to classroom, killing everyone in a psychotic spree. Before anyone in your classroom can run, he enters the place and starts gunning down (or slashing) everyone. You freeze on your spot. He approaches you with intentions of killing you, but takes a look at you, and looks surprised (even scared, perhaps?). He lowers his weapon, turns around and goes to the next classroom, killing everyone there. You're the only one left alive. Why did he spare you? What did he see?

Viradu:

You are at school, in a classroom. You hear screams. A mass murderer is going from classroom to classroom, killing everyone in a psychotic spree. Before anyone in your classroom can run, he enters the place and starts gunning down (or slashing) everyone. You freeze on your spot. He approaches you with intentions of killing you, but takes a look at you, and looks surprised (even scared, perhaps?). He lowers his weapon, turns around and goes to the next classroom, killing everyone there. You're the only one left alive. Why did he spare you? What did he see?

Awesome.

You live in a small, out of the way town that is little more than an overgrown truck stop gone wrong. One night during a social gathering at a friend's house, the power goes out. The darkness is so thick that you can almost feel it swirling like water across your skin. You all look to your cell phones for light and communication, but they no longer function. You fumble through the  to your car and find that your car will start, but that the lights do not work. Even the light-up displays are dead.

At this time you are glad that you smoke, and fidget for a brand new pack of lighters in your glove compartment, but none of the lighters perform their duty. Slamming your fist into the dashboard in a cocktail of frustration, confusion, and fear, you slump in the driver's seat. Then you notice all of the people in the neighborhood have emptied their houses and are all shambling down the street with a strange shuffling gait, barely visible in the all pervasive night. Where are they going? Should you follow? Where has the light gone?

Mr Gone:

Awesome.

Thanks!

Vagabond_Samurai:

You live in a small, out of the way town that is little more than an overgrown truck stop gone wrong. One night during a social gathering at a friend's house, the power goes out. The darkness is so thick that you can almost feel it swirling like water across your skin. You all look to your cell phones for light and communication, but they no longer function. You fumble through the  to your car and find that your car will start, but that the lights do not work. Even the light-up displays are dead.

At this time you are glad that you smoke, and fidget for a brand new pack of lighters in your glove compartment, but none of the lighters perform their duty. Slamming your fist into the dashboard in a cocktail of frustration, confusion, and fear, you slump in the driver's seat. Then you notice all of the people in the neighborhood have emptied their houses and are all shambling down the street with a strange shuffling gait, barely visible in the all pervasive night. Where are they going? Should you follow? Where has the light gone?

Great stuff!

Look, i know your sitting there, alone in that room, reading this.
trust me, don't turn round.
you know its watching you don't you? no don't look.
just watch the screen and count slowly down from 60.
and for the love of god, don't look...

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i went *bump* in the day, theres no reason for this thread to leave the first page.

Renfield286:

Look, i know your sitting there, alone in that room, reading this.
trust me, don't turn round.
you know its watching you don't you? no don't look.
just watch the screen and count slowly down from 60.
and for the love of god, don't look...

--
i went *bump* in the day, theres no reason for this thread to leave the first page.

Uhm. House of Leaves?

From time to time he drops by in the night. A guy who stands in the corner of your bedroom, late at night, talking to you. At first you were scared by his visits, but he's never harmed you, simply talked, and after a while you came to look forward to his visits. But last night, when he was talking to you, your roommate flipped on the lights and asked who you were talking to, and looking back toward your friend you realize you're staring into a mirror.

Ehh, lame ><

Samuke:

From time to time he drops by in the night. A guy who stands in the corner of your bedroom, late at night, talking to you. At first you were scared by his visits, but he's never harmed you, simply talked, and after a while you came to look forward to his visits. But last night, when he was talking to you, your roommate flipped on the lights and asked who you were talking to, and looking back toward your friend you realize you're staring into a mirror.

Ehh, lame ><

I actually think that's a great one. Here's one based loosely on events from my childhood:

You always knew there was something in your room. It never said anything, but whenever you were up too late, it would lift up one of the handles of your dresser and let it fall, clinking against the metal of its base. When you moved out, you took the dresser with you, but the clinking stopped.

Now, something begins using the knocker on your front door whenever you're awake late at night.