The 13th Floor

CREEPYPASTA: Joining This Image Board Was a Fatal Mistake [VIDEO]

Considering that some of the most enduring creepypastas [including the infamous Slenderman himself] were born on image-sharing groups like 4chan and Something Awful, it’s actually quite rare that a report comes down the pipe in which the group itself is the source of terror.

But in this case, that’s exactly what happened.

Shared anonymously, today’s story allegedly comes from a user whose fondness for image-based memes set him on a search for a new online community similar to 4chan, but a bit further off the beaten path. A little exploration on Google led him to a lesser-known image board [the name has been redacted] that was so eccentric and strange that he had to investigate it further.

It seems this particular group communicated in a “dialect” of their own — a strange fusion of broken English and a few other languages, sprinkled with seemingly random number sequences and nonsense characters.

But the oddest thing about the user entries was the frequently recurring phrase “THE KING COME DOWN.” For example:

He found the group’s draconian communications both disturbing and strangely compelling… so he decided to join in.

He began by posting to what he thought was a “random” forum (in the mode of 4chan’s /r/ board), introducing himself and kicking off a new thread, inviting other users to share funny or weird images.

The responses came almost immediately… and they were even more baffling than he expected.

The posts to his thread just got stranger from there, with repeated warnings to “ignore the grafts,” and strings of incomprehensible numbers and letters, sometimes in multiple languages. Some characters he recognized as Cyrillic, Chinese, Greek, Arabic and Korean… but others didn’t seem to conform to any standard alphabet he’d ever seen.

But one theme remained consistent, popping up more and more frequently as the thread grew: a long string of digits, followed by the words THE KING COME DOWN.

Before long, he realized that the number sequence was not actually random, but indicated an evolving pattern… and, he later claims, it was as that exact moment of realization that the power suddenly went out.

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Checking the circuit breakers around the back of the house, he concluded that a sudden electrical surge had caused the emergency cutoff; resetting the switches restored the power to normal, and he returned to his computer.

When the machine finally rebooted, he immediately noticed something was wrong. The operating system was not restarting as usual, and the monitor remained dark… until, all at once, it slowly began to illuminate, and the following surreal and unsettling video began to play:

Then the power failed again, and the house was plunged into darkness a second time.

Another look at the circuit box revealed the same result: a sudden surge must have thrown the breakers.

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As the computer began to cycle on again, he was understandably reluctant to approach it… but curiosity got the better of him, and he went in for a closer look. This time, the PC rebooted normally. Nothing seemed to be wrong with the system, and the disturbing video was gone.

That seemed to be the end of it… until later that night. That’s when the emails started.

Just like the image board posts, the subject and body text in each one of these emails was a cryptic mix of number strings, nonsense English words and multilingual characters. One after another, they began to fill his inbox, until the count reached the hundreds. Then, after one final message, they stopped.

That last email, unlike its hundreds of predecessors, was in plain English:

JUST PASS IT ON JUST FUCKING PASS IT ON

He puzzled over the messages for hours, searching in vain for some kind of pattern, any sort of clue as to their meaning. What exactly was he supposed to pass on?

He was still searching when the first drop of blood fell on his keyboard… then another.

Reflexively, he swiped at his face, thinking he might have a nosebleed, but his fingers came back clean.

Then another red drop fell. It had come from above his head.

He looked upward… and saw the words painted in blood across the ceiling, spanning the width of the room:

He recoiled in horror, nearly falling from his chair. In his panic, he briefly glimpsed his computer screen, seeing what looked like a 404 error before he stumbled backward, losing his balance and falling to the floor.

From this point, the narrator’s own recollection of the events is highly suspect — he admits himself that he fears his own thoughts can no longer be trusted — so what happens next is a matter of conjecture.

The next thing he writes is:

HGHSUTHS 4918484 THE KING COME DOWN

In what seems to be a final moment of clarity, he concludes that he has indeed “passed on” something, though he never explains what. All he knows is that by typing the phrase above, he somehow made the horrifying, bloody visions go away… and that those who read that phrase will now bear the burden of the

HAKKSITMS 449191744 THE KING COME DOWN

HCPESWUTS 429061711 THE KING COME DOWN

HWBFFXTCS 477202851 THE KING COME DOWN

ONIEJDHWP 519381203 THE KING COME DOWN

ORSLDWPCC 582198543 THE KING COME DOWN

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