Radio silence creepypasta6/23/2023 Many of those early creepypasta carved out their own place in early internet culture.Ĭreepypasta spawned many different communities. Somehow the name stuck and is now the predominant name for all scary stories shared via the internet. Derived from the word copypasta those soon became known as creepypasta. While most of those messages were normal or humorous, some were scary tales and urban legends. Users on 4chan were quick to call such reappearing content ‘copypasta’, a catchy name for content that was copied and pasted. In the early days of the internet, content was often shared via emails or copied and pasted to image and message boards. Some are quick, frightening anecdotes, barely a few sentences or paragraphs long, others can be of novella-length. A Strange Night in the City of AngelsĬreepypasta are campfire tales spread via the internet. Some were bad, some were good, and some were truly amazing. I spent the entire day reading creepypasta after creepypasta. He was now surrounded by silence and darkness.This all changed when I found a thread about creepypasta on 4chan’s /x/ board. The lamp on the desk was still lit and all the broadcasting equipment was still there. There was no door nor was there ever a sign of one existing. He looked around the building again, he noticed it was significantly darker than before. When the sound finally stopped he uncovered his ears. He covered his ears and collapsed to the ground. They didn’t sound like small bells anymore, they sounded more like massive church bells being struck with a sledge hammer just inches above his head. Why is it sounding so slow? Why is it now silent and not repeating? And where are the bell…” At that moment two deafeningly loud bells rang throughout the room. “Who was saying this? There’s no one here. He listed for several minutes until the groaning voice stopped after completing the phrase. It didn’t take him long to realize that it was actually saying “We have 21” extremely slowly. Where is that sound coming from? He listened to the groan and noticed that it was changing sound, volume, and length. This makes no sense, there is no one here. It was emitting a deep ominous groaning noise. He approached the table and saw a small desk lamp illuminating radio broadcasting equipment complete with a transmitter and a microphone. The place seemed like a giant airplane hangar from the inside. He walked into the building and saw a giant empty room dimly lit by dusty rooftop windows with a single wooden desk and a chair in the middle. It was still grainy but he could make out some of it. When he turned on the radio he was shocked how much clearer the signal came in. He went out the next day and bought a sound recorder. He could hear words but he was unable to understand them. He tried to fine tune it as best as possible but he was barely able to make out what was being said. Several days went by digging through static and he had nothing to show for it, until the day he finally heard something. He would pick one precise frequency at a time and scan the entire range for any activity. He would spend hours a day scanning for stations and hoping he could find something out there that would make his purchase worthwhile. He had hoped to find an active military station or one that was set up on a constant loop broadcasting Soviet-era information or war propaganda. His wife thought it was a worthless piece of crap but the husband being a huge history buff thought it was a wise investment. One day a man came home from the flea-market with a highly sensitive military grade frequency radio.
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