the fourth pyramid of giza'' creepypasta

I am now lost and deep in the maze that I’ve gotten myself into.

The most brilliant of minds can easily be warped and corrupted by madness.

Saying it’s an “entryway” though is fairly inaccurate, at least for a person. I hit him.

He was persistent though. They watered a moment and I believed that he found safety in my vision of clarity. Stood over me.

Pain…everywhere. He shouted, “Which of you saw it?

It was only when Geoffrey demanded me to look that I lowered it and saw the majesty of which he spoke.

I’ve made it through! It is certainly a sight. Previous entry is incorrect.

I punched face. jQuery(this).children('img').attr('src', 'https://www.creepypastastories.com/wp-content/plugins/link-library/icons/expand-32.png');

Upon the sight of the great dead pharaoh, Geoffrey screamed in horror but slowly lowered his head back into the granite. I’m a scientist. The voice of the dead pharaoh cracked and hissed, strained to speak.

It’s quite a bit smaller than reported.

I became blinded by the orange light, blinded by the dancing red that came with it. The face was expressionless, eyeless, and only odd hieroglyphics sat atop where the sockets should’ve been.

DNA identified as Dr. Steven K. Simms—. That was very scientific of me huh? They watched him like hawks to a rabbit. He pressed his hand on my shoulder, face saddened at first, but a smile slowly lifted his cheeks. Unexplained. The winds blew violently, creating large twirling masses of tan dancing across the desert floor. Its mouth did not move as its corrupted language vacated its body.

linkid = linkid.substring(5); I knew better…but it wasn’t until I saw it too that my strength buckled, and doubt supplanted its throne. It’s real.

I will kill. I don’t believe in an afterlife.

–Paranormal Research Division entry—The above entry was illegible. That said, I waited one evening, watching as he led the third worker out into the shadow-swept desert. Walked around down here for a few minutes.

The orange sun turned a hellish red, glowing with such vibrancy.

I can see the pyramids from my window.

Yet, he swore he saw it, his obsession, the Fourth Pyramid. I awoke in my tent, screaming and hollering. Translated to the best of our abilities—. I’m the star of the show!

This may sound strange but the screech sounded…angry. “One who has seen thy temple under the blood red sunset,” Geoffrey exclaimed, keeping his head to the ground.

He’s solid! He jotted them down in his notebook, being the great scholar that he was. I did not believe such things. Can still write.

It’s been still for a good minute.

This is me. My mind vacated my body and I felt as if I too were a shell, a husk of my former self. subcattarget = '.'

Available Audio Adaptations: None Available, –Case #40157J –Paranormal Research Division–, Confiscated from Cairo police department on 3/8/2020, Journal entries from Canadian-American researcher Steven K. Simms, Journal discovered in descending passageway near entrance to Pyramid of Khufu, Egypt, -Dr. Simms research log entry 3/7/2020 3:28 PM. jQuery(this).children('img').attr('src', 'https://www.creepypastastories.com/wp-content/plugins/link-library/icons/collapse-32.png'); I saw nothing of what he spoke.

I want to leave. The sound was not a biological sound. The sand parted as our feet connected, causing our feet to shift and move. –Paranormal Research Division entry—Blood found soaked into several pages around this one. No additional entries—, Journal of Steven K. Simms located in File A, Memory Card retrieved from Nikon Model D810 located in File C, All above items were found at entrance of Pyramid of Khufu at 6:56 AM 3/8/2020 by security. I cannot. The shadows danced across the great floor, mimicking sand in the wild winds.

“I see your majesty!” I screamed, so petrified by the sight of the great one.

}); I thought that his desire to be remembered throughout history, to be the one studied, set his academic brain off kilter. Incident: The screeching sound returned. I’m about 23 cheeseburgers too large. In the middle of the stage is a large stone table. In front of it, where the statue once stood, a figure rose with its hands outstretched.

There are wood planks here for me to sit and rest after the uphill hike. Hand broken.

The arena spiders off into 6 corridors.

This rumbling was not only heard but felt. It is out of sheer fear that I do not return to Giza. He stopped calling for me. Over the course of a few nights, he took three workers out into the desert, stumbling over starlit dunes into the depths of the white sandy void.

After nearly slipping only a half a dozen times this time, I made it to what the map says is the “subterranean chamber”. Its lips were pursed, decayed and corrupted by its speech. I returned home the next day. Almost as if, THIS was the main area. The creepiest stuff is always in the basement right? Atop the figures head sat a great and elegant headdress of lavender and shadow. { Copyright Statement: Unless explicitly stated, all stories published on CreepypastaStories.com are the property of (and under copyright to) their respective authors, and may not be narrated or performed, adapted to film, television or audio mediums, republished in a print or electronic book, reposted on any other website, blog, or online platform, or otherwise monetized without the express written consent of its author(s). Those glowing symbols of eyes that the figure possessed stared up into the abyss, but I felt them gazing at me. But I dare not doubt, and often dare I say his name…. The name "Creepypasta" comes from the word "copypasta", an internet slang term for a block of text that gets copied and pasted over and over again from website to website. It sounded as ancient as the structure itself, as withered as the Sphinx. + jQuery(this).attr('data-subcat'); He looked up slowly, fearful of what he might see. It radiated across the desert, becoming a lone beckon in the night. Beyond the great archway they call to me in my sleep.

I laid still for a moment, trying to gather my strength.

A great cacophony of noise flooded down onto me. Although, as I’m writing, my excitement is dwindling as I realize I’m in a small, dark room, maybe 5×5. I could hear the chanting continue, and it drew my attention. He began rambling on about such nonsense for about a month. Its likeness, I could not tell for I had not seen such a face in my life.

He knew something existed out there in the lost sands of time. The great glowing diamond atop the pyramid radiated with the light of the moon so brightly that I felt I would be blinded.

He became a shell of the man that I once knew, only spewing the mad ramblings of folklore and misunderstandings. The chanting of O’Hare stopped quickly.

It is out of fear that I dare not speak of what it is that I saw.

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I felt as if we walked for miles, but as I turned back, I could see the twinkling lanterns of our excavation site. Would you care? I could see the faces of lost souls, withered more than time itself.

I stepped down onto the floor with only the rhythmic chants of Geoffrey filling the air. Maddening…I will kill him. I ran as fast as I could, careless of what may lurk within the shadows.

A…shadow…a silhouette, gave chase. I will try to put this into words.

then make sure to leave a comment and let me know what scary stories you would like to hear me read! I did not understand them and test them I would not. Forgive me for asking!”. As if he’s…nothing. I will be resting and hydrating for a few moments. Your email address will not be published. –Paranormal Research Division entry—Bottom part of page crumpled and torn. It was only when the dead priest said, Doubter, no more you are…thine servant you will be…three I need, and four will be release…, I screamed, for I knew that my friend, a brilliant mind but a wretched soul, had damned me as he did himself. I was able to elude the “form”. Translated to the best of our abilities.—. The lanterns were extinguished, and the tents vacated.

Not only was it a long walk down, it will be an even longer walk up. Doubt it, does he? He stopped bathing. The Creepypasta Subreddit | For fans of the genre to post original works, discussions, and more. I am almost at a loss of words.

Sibson says his work has offered evidence of the fourth pyramid’s location near what he says was “an ancient causeway,” which would place the fourth pyramid to the west of the existing …

The noise stopped, and I fell forward onto the floor, drained of all will to fight or flee. Not to mention tiring.

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