Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Amnesia The Dark Descent giveaway!
Would you like to win a steam key for this two amazing games? Do you have a twitter account? Then you just have to use the hashtag #IWannaWinAmnesia and you are automatically participating!
And don't forget to follow this page on twitter @horrorgaems
Deadline: September 30th 2012
Requeriments:
Having a twitter account.
Having a steam account and client in order to recieve the key.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
The mistake.
You’ve made a lot of them. But you’ve always managed to escape the consequences so far. You know that flash out of the corner of your eye, like picking up some peripheral movement just out of sight, and then you turn your head and there’s nothing there? That was one of the times you’ve made a mistake.
That creeping, unsettling feeling that you’re being watched, that there is something dark and sinister near that can see you? That’s a warning tens of thousands of years of instinct has driven into your body that you’re about to make a mistake.
And that unexplained bruise, that fresh cut you can’t remember receiving, those times you wake up sweating, screaming, and breathing like you’d just run a marathon and can’t remember why? Those are the times when they almost got you.
What are they? Well, it’s hard to describe. Imagine trying to explain ‘red’ to a blind man. You can’t really explain it, you just have to experience it for yourself. And you really don’t want to experience this. I can tell you that you are just one thing to them: food. And they can keep you alive for quite a long time while they eat.
You’ve probably heard at least one unexplained sound while reading this. Maybe it’s nothing. But sometimes it’s one of them trying to break through, to find you. But they won’t, not unless you make a mistake. When you make a mistake, it’s like dangling a piece of meat in front of a pack of hungry dogs and then yanking it away again. Sometimes they don’t react quick enough. Sometimes they do. There are so many unsolved disappearances over the centuries, it’s hard to tell how many were victims of their own kind, and how many simply made one too many mistakes.
You see, it’s when people are most worried about making mistakes that they tend to mess up the most. What mistakes are there to make? If I told you that, you’d just make sure you didn’t do them anymore. And that would be a shame.
We almost got you last time.
source: here
That creeping, unsettling feeling that you’re being watched, that there is something dark and sinister near that can see you? That’s a warning tens of thousands of years of instinct has driven into your body that you’re about to make a mistake.
And that unexplained bruise, that fresh cut you can’t remember receiving, those times you wake up sweating, screaming, and breathing like you’d just run a marathon and can’t remember why? Those are the times when they almost got you.What are they? Well, it’s hard to describe. Imagine trying to explain ‘red’ to a blind man. You can’t really explain it, you just have to experience it for yourself. And you really don’t want to experience this. I can tell you that you are just one thing to them: food. And they can keep you alive for quite a long time while they eat.
You’ve probably heard at least one unexplained sound while reading this. Maybe it’s nothing. But sometimes it’s one of them trying to break through, to find you. But they won’t, not unless you make a mistake. When you make a mistake, it’s like dangling a piece of meat in front of a pack of hungry dogs and then yanking it away again. Sometimes they don’t react quick enough. Sometimes they do. There are so many unsolved disappearances over the centuries, it’s hard to tell how many were victims of their own kind, and how many simply made one too many mistakes.
You see, it’s when people are most worried about making mistakes that they tend to mess up the most. What mistakes are there to make? If I told you that, you’d just make sure you didn’t do them anymore. And that would be a shame.
We almost got you last time.
source: here
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Sunday, August 26, 2012
Some Things Should Just Be.
It was an atrocious act, but it worked. And just like everything else in this world, there was a consequence. This act worked, but not in the way that they wanted it to. They did not take any physical forms. They could talk, but would not be heard. They could touch, but could not be felt. They can see but cannot be seen, even if they were right in front of us.
Many visited loved ones. But due to the consequences, they were ignored. Many have gone mad, some fell into depression, and some tried to commit suicide. But you can not kill something that is already dead. Now they walk our world. Walking forever in a world of no communication.
At first, no one saw them. Ignored by the world they used to live in. But just like animals, humans adapted to their world through evolution. Soon, we started noticing them. We’d say it was just nothing. Thinking it was just our imagination. Generations passed and we progressed, subconsciously developing our skills to see them. And they have noticed. They’ve started doing what they can to catch our attention. Giving us chills, whispering something in our ears, in hopes that we at least acknowledge them.
Soon, we have come to call them “Ghosts”. Most feared them, some were fascinated, and few were willing to make contact. The ones who were willing were gifted at birth, as if destiny knew that they would communicate. We gave them the name “Mediums”.
They communicated with the dead, but it has been hundreds of years since they first appeared. Only a few were so willing to communicate peacefully.
Don’t forget, they were humans once, too. And just like us, they have adapted and evolved.
Many visited loved ones. But due to the consequences, they were ignored. Many have gone mad, some fell into depression, and some tried to commit suicide. But you can not kill something that is already dead. Now they walk our world. Walking forever in a world of no communication.At first, no one saw them. Ignored by the world they used to live in. But just like animals, humans adapted to their world through evolution. Soon, we started noticing them. We’d say it was just nothing. Thinking it was just our imagination. Generations passed and we progressed, subconsciously developing our skills to see them. And they have noticed. They’ve started doing what they can to catch our attention. Giving us chills, whispering something in our ears, in hopes that we at least acknowledge them.
Soon, we have come to call them “Ghosts”. Most feared them, some were fascinated, and few were willing to make contact. The ones who were willing were gifted at birth, as if destiny knew that they would communicate. We gave them the name “Mediums”.
They communicated with the dead, but it has been hundreds of years since they first appeared. Only a few were so willing to communicate peacefully.
Don’t forget, they were humans once, too. And just like us, they have adapted and evolved.
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creepypasta
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