Chilling Images

Here's another I just thought of:

You've always been a big eater. You just love food...Chinese, American, French, whatever. You'll try anything once, and the good stuff more, and it's ALL good stuff.

Lately, though, you've found yourself losing your appetite. You still eat enough to sustain yourself, but you find that eating has now lost its enjoyment. It seems an empty, meaningless activity, just fuel for the engine. Frankly, you're bored.

And then, one day while you're waiting in line at the meat counter in the supermarket, you find yourself comparing the fat woman in front of you to the chart on the wall that shows what parts of the cow different cuts of meat come from...

peanutfan:

I actually think that's a great one.

Thanks, I kinda got the idea from the movie The Uninvited

You haven't been feeling yourself all day.
You really...just don't understand the why of it all, you feel as though you never did. Your memory is muddled, you've forgotten the names of the people you work with, even objects and places at times. Everything is washed out, grey, sterile. You look out the window, it is foggy. You want to say "very foggy"; but you don't have much to compare it to any more.
You haven't been yourself all day.
You turn awkwardly on your heels and stumble towards some door, head bobbing awkwardly. Some door. You're confused about where it leads again. You kick up swirls of fog as you open it.

A figure half stands before you, lent against the doorway, covered in needle thin cuts. Then you know. You do not weep, you can't.

You haven't been yourself. Not once.

Kastor Krieg:

There you go, folks. An archive of the 79 pages of the glorious Chilling Images thread. Hopefully, nobody of the staff does mind? :)

Some of you might remember me from some 2 years ago (seems my account has been deleted).  I have been lurking for awhile, but i have to reply to this thread.  The original was my all time favorite, and I need to submit my backup of my personal favorites.  My copy only goes to about page 66 (I think), and it doesn't include the original posters, but I believe it is in a much better and easier format (.docx).  Again, these are just my personal favorites.

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You pull into the pay parking lot and step out of your car.  Given that it's one in the morning, the fact that it is utterly, almost painfully empty doesn't surprise you overmuch.  As you pull out a fiver to pay for your spot, you notice that the booth is entirely empty, save for a small portable television the guard left on.

You come home after a long day. Seems like these long days are getting more frequent. You take a long shower and go in to your room. There it lies, that comfy sweater that you have used for so many years that the coulors are all washed out and it's probably only shear willpower that keeps it from faling apart. You only were it at home now, you would be laughed at if you whore it outside of your home. You put it on and settles down in front of the TV. After a while you feel it, the smell. It's not unpleasant, on the contrary, it smells quite good. After a few minutes you are sure, its the sweater. It's a womens parfume...

B-bump...

B--bump...

B---bump...

B----bump...

B-----bum...

B------bu...

It always takes the hearts a few minutes to stop beating after you cut them out.

You've done drugs and everyone knows it. When people think if stoner they always place you in the top three people they know. This is why when you started seeing things that weren't right no one beleived you were not on drugs.

At first the sights and the sounds you heard could be rationalized; name on the breeze could be the stress of your girlfriend not talking to you for the last few days for the fight over the money you dropped on some pot could have paid the phone bill, the flashes of things out of the corner of your eyes of the "creatures" when you are out and about is shaken off as being overworked, or the fingers in your soup that one time..... all due to the drugs.

You stopped for as long as you could hold out; two months now but the thought of feeling that high draws you back. Now what will you see this time? Will the corpses of the dead at funerals give you a high five, will dogs start telling you that life is a lie and everyone is already dead?

Naw..... you've been told by your bike that you are the one that is needed in the high profile events that are upcoming to stop the end of the world. You've been given as task and once you complete it you are to get high again to receive a message from "Them" again. I hope its not like that subway incident....

You had wanted to reminisce a bit by going through your old photo album... but you're not in any of the pictures. You've gone through it over and over and not one picture has you, when you're sure they should. Even pictures of you alone you're missing from, they're just pictures of places or things.

Ophion:

Uhm. House of Leaves?

Erm, Whut?

This chilling image just happened to me.

Walk into a public restroom.
The lights are off. Pitch darkness inside.
After fumbling for the light switch and turning it on, you notice someone is already standing at one of the urinals.

Freaked me out!

Evo_Shandor:

This chilling image just happened to me.

Walk into a public restroom.
The lights are off. Pitch darkness inside.
After fumbling for the light switch and turning it on, you notice someone is already standing at one of the urinals.

Freaked me out!

Oo dude was peeing in the dark? WTF

I walked right back out.
No way I'm dealing with someone like that.

I would have pissed my pants

The only thing that would have made it weirder, is if he had turned and smiled.