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The 2 AM murder

This story takes place at 2 AM, a gas station clerk named Shaun is working late, "Ugh, this is so boring." said Shaun, hoping he would have to go home soon. His girlfriend and partner named Melissa was at her home, which was only 10 blocks away from the gas station. Shaun looked down at his watch and said, "Two more hours..... two more hours..... two more HOURS...... damn it"
About 20 minutes later, someone came in, "Hello?" said Shaun in horror, "We're closed, okay? Come back at 7:00!" A mysterious figure jumped out at him. He let out a high-pitched scream, and saw Melissa, "Melissa? What are you doing here?" "GO TO SLEEP!" said Melissa, in a voice that seemed very familiar to Shaun. He realized it, "You're under the influence of Jeff the Killer!" Melissa then stabbed Shaun's heart with a sharp-tipped knife, and he died seconds after. Jeff came out behind her, and said, "Well done, Melissa. Welcome to the team." "Thank you, Jeff. I am honored to be a part of the team." replied Melissa, and they both left.
Police came about 15 minutes later, and saw the lifeless body that was Shaun, "Murder!" said a female brunette officer, and took some notes. Another female officer who was blonde examined the body of Shaun and said, "Looks like the work of Jeff the Killer. Only he would use a knife that was so sharp-tipped." "We'd better notify some newspaper writers. This needs to be put in the paper." said a male officer with black hair. They took more notes, then left.
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Category:Satire
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The 347rd day changed my life

Day 347:
They still haven't found me. Those monsters still haven't found me.
I have been living in a mountain cabin far from the brainwashed and terrible people that have been controlled by those monsters. But I fear my days of hiding are nearing an inevitable end because of what I saw when I last went down to the nearby village to buy supplies.
The people looked... different. There was something very wrong about the place. It felt... refreshing somehow, but also sinister. It scared me, but I don't know why.
I cautiously walked to the general merchandise store I frequented to buy the things I needed. I got food, water, and several other necessary items. When I got to the counter, I noticed that something was off about the young woman there. It wasn't her creepy smile that was scaring me, it wasn't the all-too-white teeth she had, still it wasn't the clothes she wore or her body structure. What was off was her... hair. It was shorter. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw her hair. I hoped to the heavens that the monsters wasn't the reason for what I saw.
The woman seemed to notice my surprise and so she asked, "Is there anything wrong, Just Perfect?"
I tried to speak, but nothing came out of my dry throat. I wet my tongue then swallowed and tried again. "N-No, nothing at a-all..." I croaked as I paid and got my bags.
As I turned to leave, the woman whispered something disturbing.
"They're coming for you..." she said quietly. When I turned to look, she was busy checking out the items of the next customer.
I walked back to my mountain cabin in solitude, pondering the words of the woman, and fearing my future.
Later that night as I was preparing my dinner, I heard a knock on my door. I looked at the clock which showed 11:59 and wondered who it could be this late at night.
"Who's there?" I asked. When no answer came, I looked through my peephole and saw nothing.
Shrugging it off as paranoia, I went back to preparing my food. Then a knock came again. This time, I heard the sound of metal on metal.
They're here now. The day I feared the most has finally arrived.
Those monsters will take away my most precious...
I looked around for any weapon I could use against them, but could find nothing. Not even a knife from my kitchen.
Will I go down without a fight? Is this how all this would end?
There was nothing I could do now...
The Barbers had come...
And I'm going to have my haircut...
Goodbye my beautiful hair... It was nice growing you...
Tears filled my eyes as the Barbers knocked the door down and walked over to me.
Goodbye...
R.I.P. Hair. January 2014 - December 2014.
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Category:Satire
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
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The 3 Spider

I just moved in to an old apartment building. I worked at a Burger King so I couldn't afford anything that great. But there was a reason I moved. Not because the place was too old or I couldn't stand my old place nothing like that, it was because ever since I turned 33, something was there.
Every night I woke up to the sound of breathing every night, each night getting more heavy and madder. I was scared so scared I decided to move. I didn't even see the damn thing I was just creeped the hell out! I thought if I moved to another place it would stop, boy was I wrong.
One night I heard the sound of it again this time it wasn't breathing, it was much worse, scratching and bangs and occasionally even it saying in a whisper, "I'm mad at you..."
The thought popped into my head that I had pissed the thing off more. I went to say something in a strong voice, but what came out was a squeak of weakness, "Wh wh who's there?....."
I swear to god I heard it in a voice so scary and creepy at the same time, "Your greatest nightmare..."
I ran out the door panting in fear running and screaming at the top of my lungs, "HELP!"
I guess someone called the police because when I stayed outside about half an hour later there they were. They investigated and found nothing but a green hair. I asked for someone to guard my front door, they did. I didn't sleep that whole night, nothing happened though
After that I started to put up hidden video cameras all across the room. Nothing not a single piece of evidence, not a creaking door nor a sound not even a glimpse of him. At least not until the last video.... It happened like it usually did, I kept the door unlocked (For the purpose of evidence) and went to sleep.
Then I saw it crawled on the top of the roof of the room of my apartment building. it was a green hairy spider. like a tarantula but green, it stayed there till 3:33AM then crawled down and left the room. Funny though it was my birthday that night and I turned 34... I then soon got married and had children. Now my 33 year old son says he hears breathing too....
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The 4chan Ghost

I was 20 when my friend Andrew introduced me to /b on 4chan.net. At first I was shocked and confused by the torture pictures, porn, and hate that I found on it, but I quickly became hooked, I liked the respect I got for my photoshopping skills, even if most of the comments on my posts were trolls and douchebags. One day I came across a picture of a mutilated man, very similar to the "share this or you will die" photos except this one was very different. This one did not ask to be shared, or bumped, it was simply captioned:
"If you have seen this, he has seen you, beware."
The man had many scars on his face, his skin looking yellowish and sickly, this man had obviously been abused. At that time I had lots of experience with /x and Creepypastas, so it should not have disturbed me, but for some reason I found I was frozen in horror.
The night after seeing that, the man visited my dreams. It was one of those dreams that appear so clear, you do not realize you are dreaming, it seemed as it was happening in real life, the man quickly glided into my bed. Not walking, it would be impossible for him because his legs were but off at the knees, blood and puss oozing from the stumps.
I could not do anything, not even yell as he raced toward me and put my neck in a death grip, his bloody fingernails penetrating my skin. He then ripped open my neck and poured a flask containing some liquid down my throat, I felt it burn through my innards and dissolve away my stomach. I woke up in a cold sweat, telling myself it was just a dream, but I wasn't so sure.
The next night I found I could not sleep, so I went to take a hot bath to calm myself, I was turning it on when I heard a door slam, and having been startled. I fell over in the bathtub, I quickly got back up and went to the mirror to see how hurt I was. I saw my eyes roll back and my face turn to that of the man.
I was frozen in horror for a couple of minutes, with no way to pry myself from the horrible sight, until my face turned back to normal, and I went to bed.
I had the exact same nightmare that night as I did on the first night, except this time the man, after torturing me, fell on the ground in front of my bed, saying, "Help me! Help me!"
Although I was terrified, that was overcome by a sense of pity as I saw how he had been abused. His elderly parents slashing his face with a knife and then setting a dog on him. I pinched myself and found that I was awake.
I went to go help the man, hoping that helping him would cause him to stop haunting me, but when I offered my hand to help him up. He jumped on my shoulders and started taking bites out my my cranium, I was in extreme pain until he finally took the same knife he had been tortured with and slashed my jaw from my head.
My mouth cut in half and my tongue a bloody mess. Before bleeding out, I saw the man set my house on fire, and then everything faded to black.
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The 4th Dimensional Gate

Hello. I am just your average guy, living in a shabby apartment, getting minimum wage, ect...
My name is Derick Cross. Although I'm sure no one would remember me now anyway. This is my story, so you don't make the same mistake I did as It is too late for me now.
It all started on August 12, 2006. I was walking home from work, the usual. I walked up to my apartment and opened the door. Something wasn't right, I couldn't quite place my finger on it though. So I just walked inside, ignoring it, thinking it must have just been my imagination.
I put my keys away, sat on my bed, and took a drink of water. At about 2:00 in the morning, I clicked the link below, it only matters if you click it at 2:00 A.M., otherwise it will probably link you to something unimportant to mask it's true form. Anyway, here is the link, although I advise you don't use it, less you meet my fate:
0̶̢̠͙̰̺̹͖̤̈̿͛ͩ͌͋͜͢1̷͉̰̥͙̪̗̥̣̮̫̜ͣͪ̆͛̈́͐ͥ͑̓͐̀̚͝͞ͅ0̴̜̣̹͇̇̑̌͊̑̐̐̏ͯ̎̈͛̍̄͑̓̏͘͘͞1̨̤̜̥͖̹̞̫͕͖̹̪̳͈͎͓͖̥͛ͭ̑̈́́̆̕͞0̧ͦ̓ͯ́ͪ̾҉̢̺̘͇̘̠̤͕͎͈̠͎̰͙́͞ͅ0̷̙͈̩̭̲̬͉̫͔͚̼̓ͤ̎͗͐͆ͪͪ̓̒̓̎̄̿̇̀̀1͛͛̊̏ͥ́ͮͫ̀͏̴̷̮̞̯͇͇̩̫̙̤
Now, back to what happened, as I walked into my bathroom, while that was playing, I used the bathroom, but something hit my leg, from the direction of my mirror. I turned around, to find nothing. Curious, I moved the mirror.
What I found was a hole. It seemed to strech for miles. I, being the stupid teenager I was, crawled inside (As that was the only way I would fit into the hole, since it was relatively small.
Inside, I just kept going, until I fell in, it was strange, since there was no hole visible, although I do recall it being dark inside, the fact the fall made me pass out made more vivid memory of what the fall was like unnaccesible.
When I woke up, I was being dragged, by what appeared to be a human shape, by human shape, I mean, whatever it was, it was at least HUMANoid. Well, it appeared to just be floating binary in a green font, in the shape of a human. It was dragging me down a dark corridor, and now here I am, in the year 5000, well, lets just say this isn't the good future. And human kind is indefinatly doomed, but that doesn't matter anymore.
Whatever you do, don't read the last part of this, unless you want to know the truth, of how it will end. I believe that many would go insane from learning such a thing:
In the year 5000, oil has already been gone, but it's alternatives have run out. Water has been dried up, and people are waiting to die, at least some are. Others are fighting with unimaginable weapons of destruction.
The outcome of my getting here has granted me the ability to travel through time, so I'll see you in a little while.
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Category:Beings
Category:Old Shit
The 7

In the early 90's, Prince and the New Power Generation launched the album "The Sex Symbol". It was a pretty sucessful album,and the single "7" was the most sucessful from the album. While most people could enjoy listening to the song without problems,a few people had to deal with a terrifying situation when they tried to listen to this song.
These people who had to suffer are mostly from the USA. While buying a copy of the single,some were very unfortunate to not just waste money,but also being transfered to a "sex palace",where the clients would have sex with adults from any age (the elderly are included),and if they refused to,Prince would then make them drunk and fuck them or torture them or killing them in a critical situation.
The haunted copy would have the normal song with slowdown in the A side and on the B side a voice would say "Oh dear,you made a terrible mistake. Please wait for the 7 to capture you". There was no way to know when or where they'd get you,and nobody knows for sure where is this sex place,since you're wearing a mask with no eye vision and there's nothing around it. The only thing you'd know is that the palace is somewhere in a desert.
After you enter the place,some guards would put you to a room with no such thing other than a bed and sex items,and you'd have to spend the time with a man or a woman.You also need to dress up like the woman or Prince himself like in the music video. The guards would run aroung the corridor to check if you're doing the sex act or not,and if you aren't you'd be tortured,and Prince would decide what kind of torture you'd recieve.
Those who were murdered probably only had bad luck,since Prince is pretty bipolar sometimes. Some of the people who survived this tragedy would be lost on the desert,since there's no village around and nothing to help you. So,exiting the place would result in death by lack of food or water.
It's possible that the place in inactive nowadays and it was inactivated after the many failed albums Prince made through the 90's,and that'd stop him with his sex addiction. However,he might activate this place anytime,and if he does,be careful,you might be the next one to be 7d.
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Category:Music
Category:English Class Failure
Category:YOU'RE NEXT
Category:Well, that was pointless.
The 90s ROCKED!

It's a distant time in the future. These days whenever people hear "the 90s", their brain shuts off and become full fledged NPCs, making them never shut up about how God himself came down on January 1st, 1990, and left December 31, 1999. Everyone born January 1st, 2000 and after are rounded up and shot. They burn down laboratories, no scientific progress must be made after the 1990s. They invade all world governments and set the clocks to 00:00, January 1st, 1990. Suddenly, the victims of murder, assault, and robbery, along with every single homeless person on earth all smile and are happy, because it's the 1990s again. A while later, another school shooting happens and they watch it on their SD TVs (which are being produced again) and cheer it on because "wow, this is just like Columbine! The 90s ROCKED!"
Another 9/11 happens, and people are shocked, not because it's a tragedy, but because it reminds them of 2001. The collective consciousness and morality is now solely based on if said thing happened in the 90s or not.
Long live the 1990s.
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Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Abandoned School

Some over the thick woods of Washington, there's a mystery that cannot be uncovered, because some believed that mirage created it.
They said if you saw a seven-story tall building in the woods, it can be your lucky day. Some who experienced this strange phenomena pictured the building but it appeared to be a tall redwood tree with no leaves in its head.
Some lucky people, however successfully took a snapshot of it (Picture can be seen there) and showed them to the public. Most psychics can only see the future by seeing, feeling or touching the photograph. They can see what's happening, but can't say it because of deep shock.
So this is where the story starts:
If you entered the school, you can see an old man who is sitting at the bench, disappointed and confused, let him speak first, or you'll be trapped in a redwood tree forever. He will say "Why can't I read? Write? Count? Or even..." his words will be cut off. Say to him "I can teach you how." Just say that phrase, or else you will be trapped in the mirage. He will say "Why, thank you." He will let you choose a book, a pencil and a paper, sticks and a poem.
Choose anything, and teach him how. Don't be disrespectful, or he will absorb all your knowledge. Be patient. Let him learn how to read, count, recite and write. You will be hearing faint voices. Don't mind them. They are just disrespectful souls who are trapped inside the mirage. If you successfully taught the old man, he will reward you. Wisdom for book, knowledge for writing, intelligence for counting and loyalty for the poem.
If you finished the lesson, say to the old man, "There we are. Are you happy?" and he will nod cheerfully. If he did not nod, run into the exit, or you will be trapped in the mirage, too. If the old man is happy, he will give you an amulet coin, and you will find yourself at your bedroom. The amulet coin brings extreme luck in your family every year.
Then after that, enjoy life, and be happy.
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Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Old Shit
The Abandoned Sonic Restaurant

Ever heard of the restaurant company called Sonic? No, not a restaurant based off of Sonic the Hedgehog, The Sonic Drive-In Restaurant. Originally, there used to be 2 in my town. But, one closed down because of the manager's recent debt, and him being evicted out of his house in the town. He had to move in with his parents in Massachusetts. There's been gossip around mostly seniors in my university that he was evicted because he was charged with Murder... and pretty much every crime in the book. I was skeptical at first, but then I learned of the abandoned restaurant's location.
It was 7:00 PM, and I was told to never go there before 7:00 PM at all costs, and that I'd have to leave before sunrise. The man who told me this was a close friend, so I trusted him and drove to the abandoned restaurant. When I finally parked the car, I heard sounds that sounded like children being brutally tortured. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I was told to never go downstairs, he said that he comes there at night to torture local children.
I saw a desk with a letter on it. It said: 
Ezekiel isn't the managers real name? I wonder what it is. I texted my friend about "The manager isn't downstairs. Who where you addressing?" He replied with "...I never said it was the manager, Vincent." I gasped. I instantly thought that whatever or whoever was downstairs was a demon, devil or some other sort of infernal spirit. I slipped, but I wasn't on the floor.
I fell on the body of an unknown individual. I can't look behind myself. I'm tempted to look behind though. I ignored it and found some half eaten burgers that must've been a decade old. Some half eaten french fries, stuff I expected from here. But then I found a knife. On the floor. I grabbed it and ran out of there as soon as humanely possible. When I went in my car, I saw 2 red eyes staring at me, and he seemed to be waving. I made an oath to never go there again. But one question hasn't been answered. Who was that thing downstairs?
I texted my friend about who it was and he told me everything he knew about the matter. "It's a demon that haunts the basement. You know all the crimes the manager was accused of? The manager never did it. The reason why he changed his real name is because it means corpse. He's never been in the town since the day after he saw that demon with his own two eyes."
And then a skeleton popped out.
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The Advent of Shadows

Have you ever had the feeling? A prescence that makes you turn around from the discomfort. I wouldn't brush this feeling off. There is someone watching you. It slinks beneath you; mimicking your every move. Day by day, as it
repeats your daily rituals in perfect harmony; it awaits for its time. When the last ray light falls dim, it will slowly creep in. It will cover all you see and leave nothing in sight until it takes the brightest of lights.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:THERY
Category:Beings
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Adventures of Bob Hoskins

Chapter 1: A "Bungie" Jumping Good Time
Bungie's too silly, so when the game suddenly halo Bob Hoskins jumped through the window and attack them. "Holy hell is Mario!" They were screaming. "'Ernst & Young because I would not be without Italy I'm from Britian, LUV." He slurred, his gorgeous Cockney. He began frantically rushed, leaving only a puddle of blood cowardly developers. He began to bounce his booty and scream like a banshee cause buildings to collapse. He jumped out of the sky and the roar triumphantly. He jumped high in the air and landed on his booty and bounced on his bottom to sunset, giggling like a madman.
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Category:Memes
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
Category:Shortpasta
The Adventures of Mordred the Dark Wizard

Mordred the Dark Wizard lied back on his throne, content with the Mordoresque realm he conquered with his armies of undead.
"MY GLORIOUS ETERNAL KING! GOODFACE SUGARPANTS THE RIGHTEOUS WANTS TO CHALLENGE YOUR ETERNAL DOMINION OVER DARKNESS!" Mordred's most trusted advisor Heinrich Skullcrusher exclaimed, rushing into the room. "WHAT?! THERE IS ONLY ONE THING TO DO: SLAY THE LEAGUE LIGHT!" He grabbed his flaming sword, and put on his all-black armour, and mounted his steed, Fillmore. He rode out of Mordredsburg, and saw The League of Light at the gates. He casted a spell of Deadening, and they all dropped dead, except for Goodface Sugarpants. "GOODFACE SUGARPANTS! GIVE ME THE DOVE OF LIGHT, OR I WILL KILL YOU!" Goodface Sugarpants knew he was defeated. "GREAT". Mordred said. He then killed the Dove of Light. With the Flaming sword of Darkness, he conquered the rest of the world, and declared it Mordredor.
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Category:Satire
Category:Bad Fanfiction
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Adventures of Turg

I am Turg, a ranger in the kingdom of Loria. I was in the Lorian woods hunting deer when I heard a loud noise. Goblins started streaming through the underbrush! I only had a small knife to fight them off. 
The first goblin to approach was a small green creature with a curved sword.
I had a knife but no weapon to defend myself with.
"Can I have your sword?" I said.
I then put out my hand to take the goblin's sword.
The goblin looked at me with a confused expression.
"Please give me the sword." I said.
I then offered a kiss on the cheek for his sword.
The goblin then gave me his rusty sword.
I then confiscated the goblins' weapons.
The goblins were then running away.
"Yeah, you better run!" I shouted.
I then drew the knife and started stabbing at the goblins. I killed 27 goblins.
The remaining goblins ran away.
I drew my knife and stabbed a goblin. The blade went into the goblin's chest. I killed one more.
The goblins surrounded me and started to beat me with their clubs. They killed me.
THE END
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