Unnerving....

I think [url=http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/93281]this music[/url] should be played in the background while reading these....don't let the slender man catch you........ >:)

In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution or halfway house you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Wisdom." The worker will chuckle and you will be guided to an empty room. The worker will hand you a key and tell you to wait some time in the room until you hear a bell ring. Then you have to lock the door, wait until a second ring and unlock it. It will open all by itself and reveal a long hallway, with all colors you may or may not know painted onto the walls, ceiling and floor. Follow the hallway until you hear a little girl singing. Stop, close your eyes and stay where you are until the girl finishes the song, even if you think that it will drive you mad. If you do move, run. Run back to the door where you came from, as fast as you can. Jump through the window of the room where you waited before and you might live. Should you be unable to reach the window in time, a horrible creature will drag you back into the hallway where you will die a death that is as horrible as the creature that caught you. If you do not move and the song ceased, you are free to turn around and leave forever, or walk deeper into the hallway, until you reach a door in the shape of a human. Open this door with the same key that was given to you earlier, walk inside and close it behind you. In the middle of the room you will see a desk with a bright candle and behind the desk will sit a man, with his face hidden by the shine of the candle. Walk closer, but always keep the flame between you and the man's face, for you will surely feel the urge to empty your stomach should you witness how he looks like. Stop when you are five steps away from the desk. The man will raise his hand and gesture you to come closer, but do not step any further than this. Close your eyes and ask him one question, nothing else. "Who will bring them back together?" You will hear the man rising from his chair and he will begin to pray. It will be a language you will not understand at first, but after two minutes, you will hear a name. Should you hear 'Anubis', then pray that your death will come quickly. If it is 'Thor' you hear, you may open your eyes. The man's head will be on the desk, cut off of the body, but still talking. After another three minutes, he will stop and begin to tell you how you will die. He will describe every tiny detail of your horrible death, and you will be unable to move. He will also describe who kills you and why he does it. Finally, the man will stop talking. His head is object 9 of 538. It is up to you what you do with the knowledge of your death, for it now is inevitable.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Pluto [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Chunky_Lover Pluto, this question is more pointed towards you. I'm intrigued by this, but I don't understand how these passages you copy and paste have anything to do with this "Slender Man" can you elaborate?[/quote] Ssssshhhh... Just enjoy the ride baby. [/quote]LOL, These are awesome to listen to, they almost make me want to write a book....

Holder of Masochism In any city, in any country, go into any mental institution you can get into. As soon as you enter through the double doors, stop. Realize your intention of finding the Holder of Masochism, and then approach the front desk. Do not ask anything, and wait for her to look at you. She will look at you, with a face bearing help and trust. As quickly as she looked at you, she will turn her head down and continue with her work. Anything that you say will be interrupted by her, so just make a quick gasp and then she will say "I know who you are looking for. I cannot help you." Then wait 5 seconds, and barge behind the table. You need to have an intention to do this, though. Look for a large drawer on the top left of her desk. It is the confiscation drawer. You will reach in, and find a razor. Stand before her, and make a semi-large cut on the top part of your forearm. Make any reaction you want, as long as you make the cut deep enough to gush blood. She will watch as you do so, observing as a child would to their parents. She will then turn around, and grab a key off of the wall. The number is on the key. This will confuse you so, as she offered you a key to a person you are willing to find. The key is rusty and chipped at the grip, as the others are polished and shine with pride. Head up the stairs, and look for the room. When you find the room, the door is already open. It is only cracked ajar, so simply step back and kick the door with all your might. The door should swing with force and power as the door handles lodges into the weak and decrepit wall. Quickly, all you will see in a man on a bed, shaking and convulsing violently. There are some things on the shelf beside him, but pay no attention. The man will look much burnt from head to toe, and possesses no eyes, nose, or ears. Even though he is missing these parts of his face, he can hear, smell, and especially, see you. The first glimpse he catches of you, he will stop shaking and lay calmly. You must walk up to him, kneel down, and look where his eyes should be, yet actually are. You will ask only one question, "Do they feed off our pain?". Calmly, he will point to the shelf. On the shelf lies a propane torch, a pair of pliers, and a small piece of metal in the grasp of the pliers. If you had not read this, you would not know what to do, and the man would strangle you, as your last dying vision is of what he used to look like. You will take the propane torch, turn the knob, and light the piece of metal within the pliers until it is white-hot. He will then turn over on his bed, revealing an ink template of what he wants you to burn onto his back. You must burn this all onto his back, and miss nothing. If you stop burning, and you have missed a part, he will then turn the propane torch onto your face. After you are finished, give him the tools and face your back to him. You will feel his hand go gently across your back, and then feel your shirt burn away and turn to ashes. His hand will brush off the ashes, and then proceed to burn into your back, from a template that suddenly and mysteriously appeared on your back the moment you entered the building. You can also make any reaction you want, for it pleases and eroticizes him. But do not jump away in pain, or refuse to have him burn this demonic insignia in your back, or he will do it will a knife and cut you deeper than you would have ever imagined. Just let him finish, then stand up, blow him a kiss, and walk down to the front desk. From there you will ask the woman that you want your razor back. She will hand it to you, and you will walk out of the mental institute, noticing your cut has been stitched up. You leave the mental institution with a curse. All pain to you is pleasurable and addictive. The key is object 111 of 538. The only way to remove the curse is to remove your heart, and replace it with the key.

"To whomever finds this letter, I am being chased by men in dark coats while writing this. I have a suspicion that I will be killed soon. I think it's this ----- that I hold in my arms while running away. I don't know whether to trust them, to give them it for safekeeping, or to-" The letter was torn from where that statement ends, to where this one begins. Sweat marks and blood stains cover up most of the remains, making the rest almost unreadable, except for these two remaining words. "I'm sorry." I was 18, and worked part time in a mental institution, or a halfway house, or whatever you would like to call it. I can't remember what city or town I was in at the time. I went up to the clerk's desk that day, and found nobody there. No-one was in any rooms. I screamed for someone to answer me. All I could find was this letter. I picked it up and read it aloud. Back then, the letter was entirely legible. I don't know why, but I can't remember what the rest of it had said. Back then, though, it was 100% readable. After I read those last words, I found myself at what I might call "Home," but all of the furniture had vanished in my living room on the second floor. The entire room was blackened by shadow. If I had looked into those shadows of my former home, I probably wouldn't have been able to tell you what would've happened. Instead, I looked outside. It was blank, like a white sheet of paper. All I could see was a small girl. She was trying to speak to me through the thick glass window that made no sound able to reach my ears. All I could see was her mouth out three syllables, "I'm... sor... ry..." She kept repeating these syllables until I, somehow, was able to hear them in a faint murmur. It started as one voice, then grew into multiple voices, almost demonic. The voices came from behind me, but I dared not look. I had to focus on the girl. She stopped mouthing out those two words, but the room kept speaking. I shut my eyes and walked to the front door to open it. I ran out into the blank paper that was outside. I could see nothing, feel nothing, just hear the words "I'm sorry." over and over in my head. It drew me to the brink of insanity. I had to get back, out of this nightmare! Somehow, in the distance was a phone booth. I got in and tried to call for help, but not even a dial tone came out of the reciever. All that resonated from the phone was "I'm sorry." I tried to run out of the phone booth, but the door was jammed shut right as I tried to open it. The voices grew louder, to an almost satanic screeching! I Had to get out, one way or another! I tried tearing at that damn letter that stuck to me like the plague. No good. I looked outside and saw men walking towards me. Men in black coats. I looked at them. they stopped for just a second. I couldn't take it anymore. I started clawing at my own neck with my fingernails. With each claw I yelled "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" and the screams grew with each claw. The next thing I knew, I was back to the center with a torn letter in my hand, all covered in blood. That letter is Object 10 of 538. Reading it only brings sorrow to the reader.

[url=http://thekingofwolves.webs.com/index.htm#111340481]Here everyone. Knock yourself out.[/url]

I'd also recommend the Strategic Containment Initiative if you're looking for a similar structure with more of a lighthearted theme. Also a good creepypasta repository on there.

The Holders Series Website is the best IMO. Just click a button to the next one. Pretty nice.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Pluto [url=http://thekingofwolves.webs.com/index.htm#111340481]Here everyone. Knock yourself out.[/url][/quote] This thread may die now, hope your happy, haha.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Lt Sartor I found [url=http://wikibin.org/articles/slender-man.html]this article in another search[/url]. I think that it wasnt created in a forum contest. Im just freaked out now. It seems every time something is made or found out about this thing, something terrible happens. [/quote]The legend in that article was pretty creepy, I have to say.

Ow, entry 5 will cause hearing damage, just skip it.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] ScOpEbOy How is Entry #7 Scary? I dident see anything.. can somebody point out what it was?[/quote] I didn't see him at first either. He is standing on one of the ledges in the background at the end.

No comments because they need approval.

I haven't watched any of the vids yet. Ima wait until the morning, lol. But I did check out the original thread. Interesting stuff there.

Holder of Gluttony In any city, in any country, go to any mental institution you can get yourself to. When you reach the front desk, ask to visit someone who calls himself "The Holder of Gluttony". Should a look of sheer, primal disgust mar the workers expression, you will then be taken to a separate building, which appears to be an old, wooden outhouse. Inside will be a seemingly endless corridor far, far longer than the length of the outhouse. There will be gleaming white pedestals. Touching any of these pedestals is a grievous, grievous mistake. You will notice objects, on the pedestals. The objects will become more and more lavish, to the point that their worth will be unimaginable. If at any point a pedestal is to topple, QUICKLY shout out "Fit for a king, but if it is undesirable to you, then let it fall!" while remaining motionless. If another pedestal falls, bolt for the door you came in through. Pray that you aren't far enough down the hallway for cascade of objects to close it on you. If if it is closed, hell itself would be preferable to what you will suffer. However if no more pedestals fall, return to walking forward down the corridor. Upon reaching the cell, the worker will open the door for you while shooting you a piercing look, almost resembling envy. Inside the cell will be a collection of wonders, beyond anything you had seen in the corridor. You must not be distracted by them; for at the center of a room is a young man, covered in an avalanche of wealths. If you take your eyes off him even for a moment, he will empty your bank account and amputate a limb. He will only respond to one question. "What are they worth?" He will then stare into your eyes, and speak the answer in incredible detail. It will be unlike anything you have ever heard and you will be on the verge of both ecstasy and agony at his mere words. It is not uncommon for most to lose themselves in the euphoria. The worst thing you can do, however, is look upon the wealth. It will take the form of your most craved item and cause your destruction. If you follow these instructions, the young man will begin to speak. He will tell his story, of how he came about such riches, and it will start like this, "I was young, and my mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] mr farenhiet Unnerving....[/quote] Quite.

entry #7= I just shat my pants

The Shoop Da Woop one was far scarier. Gawd I freakin love /b/

Wow, did this die already? >.>

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] The Undead Monk Wow, did this die already? >.>[/quote] Yeah. http://theholders.org/?Special:Series_List The original website, no easylink for y'all... Sorry. I'm gonna write a story involving the Holders of Loyalty and Wolves pretty soon... 'Cause this piqued my interest.

The Holder of SHOOP DA WHOOP In any city or country, get yourself to any game convention center. Look for the strange furry in the green suit, approach him with your mouth gaping open and scream "WHERE CAN I FIND THE HOLDER OF SHOOPZ?" Should he begin to look angry and open his mouth, he will release a SHOOP of such great intensity that it will destroy the Universe and Teh Mudkips. But if he then firmly grabs your -blam!-, you will be teleported to an episode of Dragon Ball Z. It will be the one with Cell, about to Shoop Goku. You MUST then close your eyes, focus all of your power to your mouth, and then scream "SHOOP DA WHOOP!!!" If your power level is over 9000, Vegeta will crush his scouter, screaming "IT'S OVER 9000!!!!" resulting in totalfail, which in turn will make Cell fire the Royal Rainbow, causing him to implode also from the totalfail. Goku will then fly down naked in Super Saiyan Form 4, with a huge errect -blam!-. You must then begin laughing arrogantly, and tell him to Suck your Kiss. Angry, he will then hold out a calculator, with the 1/0 typed in, but hasn't hit enter yet. He will begin to cry, threatening to hit the enter key. You must scream "THIS IS SPARTA" and kick him the hardest you can. He will fall into a massive hole formed behind him and be lost forever. Everything will go white, and you will feel the ultimate sensation of win flow over you. Revel in this pure win, and praise the Lords of WIn, or be cast into the -blam!- of Goatse, forever being raped with fail until your death. The Lords of Lulz will then descend and begin to play Stairway to Heaven. Listen to the entire song, and during the solo, scream "SHOOP DA POOP" and soil yourself. Then become errect and force the Lords of Lulz into giving you BJ's, and they will pleasure you. You MUST recite Bohemian Rhapsody while doing this, and you will be teleported back to the Gaming Convention Center, with a medallion. This Medallion is Object 9000 of 538. Will you be able to SHOOP when the time comes?

I saw the slender man outside my window last night. He acted like he wanted me to come to him. I don't know what he came for but I went to him, my curiuosity got the best of me. He pointed to the sky. I questioned, "Space?" He nodded his head slightly. I asked him, "Alien?" He shook his head. I asked him, "Another Dimension?" After I said that he let out a bloodcurling scream and began walking backward in an awkward form as if he was trying to escape his own body. Then he whispered into my ear from a distance, "I want to believe!" After he said that I couldn't help to let out a chuckle. He then proceeded closer to me as if he wer annoyed with me. I then shouted out, "TEH FLOOD LIVES WITHIN ME!" He let out another blood curling scream and vanished into the night... So if I see this guy again what do you guys think I should do? Move to bel-air?

A loser on Stilts who has more then enough time on his hands and kidnaps kids because he's a pedo. :) [quote][b]Posted by:[/b] snip3r dud3 What is a ..."slender" man?[/quote]

threadcromancy!

[url]http://theholders.org/?Wolfezth_-_Introduction[/url] Beginning of promised story. [Edited on 08.04.2009 3:05 PM PDT]