So today I went for a little jog. A nice day, sun was out, grass was green from the rain, and everything was happy. I strolled out of my neighborhood and went down the road. I found a strange path and followed that one. I kept running enjoying the afternoon breeze and halted. I looked before me to find a dilapidated house. A small one with the roof slanting down on both sides and the porch had a chair being rocked to and fro by the wind. All was still and the noise of wind was all to be heard. Then a creak. The door slowly inched to it's frame. It shut with a quiet noise of a lock being turned back to it's home. I pondered this event. I crept forward hearing the sound of leaves and gravel under my feet. I came to the porch and reached out to the door knob. I clasped my hand around it. Fear ran throughout my body, and then a noise. A shiver. I jumped to see what was behind me. Nothing. Only leaves tumbling by the wind across the ground. I turned back to the door and took a deep breath. I slowly turned the knob and it creaked open.

I stepped inside to find the home covered in filth. Dust, dirt, old clothes, cloth strung about the place. I walked forward hearing the boards beneath my feet creak as a rat does with fear. I stepped over to the bed. It was bathed in filth and mud and dirt, disgusting and ruined. I thought I could see something reaching out from under the covers. I pinched the lining of the sheet and peeled it back to the edge of the bed. A red stain covered the sheets where the comforter recently occupied. I heard a creak and a whisper. I whirled to the door with terror running through every limb of my body like water into a vase. I found the door inching open and the wind breathing itself through the crack. I ignored it and stumbled on a hole in the floor. Items feel to the floor with a loud noise and bang. I looked to my left to find a pile of books and an oil lamp. I picked the old light up by it's handle and lifted it. I turned the knob to see if it had any fuel to be used. The entire house slowly lit up. I looked to the dark corner by which the bed was pointing to in horror of the evil in the corner. The stench was awful, and the sight cruel and full of dismay and wreaking unholiness. Who was this victim? I could not identify the sex of this pour soul, but the sight was gruesome indeed. Unhealed scars and gashes strung all about the victim's flesh and much of the surface torn off to reveal the stomach churning insides which I could not bear to gaze upon. I dropped the lantern and leaped for the door way. I busted through through the exit and sprinted out of the woods. I could smell smoke but I would not turn around. I kept running in shock from the sight and it lingered in my memory like a ghost. I reached to the road and halted to a sound that blasted into my ears. I turned left and then all went black.

Ok, I'm not even sure if that was real or story, from the way you told it. If it's real....

Damn...

Im'a say fake, if I witnessed that kind of event, I wouldn't put all the descriptive metaphors in it.

In a nutshell:walks in to a house sees something and runs like a whimp
na im just joking thats a realy good story
i liked it

THIS IS DELICIOUS COPYPASTA. WHY DON'T YOU ALL REALIZE THAT.

YOU ARE ♥♥♥♥ RETARDED.

I wrote it.

Thread is now for creepy copypasta.
In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house in you can get yourself to.

When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls themself "The Holder of the End".
Should a look of child-like fear come over the workers face, you will then be taken to a cell in the building.
It will be in a deep hidden section of the building.
All you will hear is the sound of someone talking to themselves echo the halls.
It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable fear.

Should the talking stop at any time, STOP and QUICKLY say aloud "I'm just passing through, I wish to talk."
If you still hear silence, flee.
Leave, do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn, just keep moving, sleep where your body drops.
You will know in the morning if you've escaped.

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those words continue on.
Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner,
speaking an unknown language, and cradling something.
The person will only respond to one question. "What happens when they all come together?"

The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail.
Many go mad in that very cell, some disappear soon after the meeting, a few end their lives.
But most do the worst thing, and look upon the object in the person's hands. You will want to as well.
Be warned that if you do, your death will be one of cruelty and unrelenting horror.

Your death will be in that room, by that person's hands.

That object is 1 of 2538.

They must never come together.

Never

Once again, I wrote it. And it is now copyrighted. ©

k i just broked your copypastaright by giving it to anonymous

borked copyright is borked BOOOORKED

I have rights to sue you if you use it without mentioning the copyright, and anyone else for that matter. I could take legal action if I do so wish. Watch your step.

What does my step look like?

Yes but you won't and can't if it anonymously appears on 4chan :V

And you are?...