Archive for March, 2010

Creepypasta’s Creepy Hotel Story

The following story, or rather, the reaction to the following story shows the difference between my girlfriend and I. She loves these kind of stories, whilst I am unable to sleep for weeks because of them. It is shamelessly stolen from Creepypasta. A page with a lot of stories like this one. Thread wisely. Anyways, here’s the eerie story in question:

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, “Did you look through the keyhole?” The man told her that he had and she said, “Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.”

Nice. Link to the story on Creepypasta:

On Very Thin Ice

I’m a hummer. Most of times I have a song playing on repeat in my head. At times it’s great , other times - not so great. Like now. A couple of months a go I stumbled across Auto-Tune the News on YouTube. Said months later and I’m still playing the Auto-Tune the News 24/7 concert in my head. I’m starting to get somewhat tired. However, perhaps this is some kind of viral thing. Perhaps I must ‘pass it on’? Well, I’m gonna try that. The part in question is the part where Katie Couric starts talking about the melting of the north pole. We find ourselves on very thin ice. Very Thin Ice. Very, very, very thin ice. Very Thin Ice. Surely you jest, I’m under cardiac arrest. We’re on very thin ice. It starts at 1:20. Enjoy. And don’t give this virus back to me. Thanks.

Oh, and if you liked it you should also pay attention to people on the roads who are texting while driving. After all: People on the road can turn an LOL into a great big OMG.

Weekly SchiZo Sketch #1

My girlfriend is an awesome artist, and I wanted her to use her talent more often! So we came up with the idea of me pitching her a new idea every week, and she drawing a sketch of that idea. I love the concept and will post the results right here, on my blog.

First out: the idea of a collision of the two BioWare worlds of Dragon Age and Mass Effect. Something from the future meets the fascinating idea of magic. Think of a robotic being wielding the powers of magic.