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Bump in the Dark

It was dark when I woke up. When I reached for my phone to check the time, it said 05:35. Although, the time I went to sleep, it hardly surprisd me I woke that early.
I dragged my hand across my eyes, turning on my back to go back to sleep, but froze. I'd heard a noise outside my door, footsteps on the landing. The way my room's set out is one big room separated into two, with my sister having to go through my main door into her bedroom. So with her in the room next to me, I assumed automatically that she'd gotten up for a trip to the bathroom. I closed my eyes, ready to sleep.
I was disturbed again by the returning footsteps. But there was no opening and closing of the door that I knew I'd shut before going to sleep, just the creaking of the floorboards outside my door.
What sounded like an animal pitter-pattering across laminate flooring flew across the landing. I sat up straight. I had only one animal in the house, a dog, but he was locked in our extension overnight to stop him chewing our belongings. The noise came again, this time back towards my room, crashing into the door, before flying down the stairs, crashing at the bottom.
It was over an hour before I went back to sleep, dreams full of monsters and ghouls unspeakable due to my penchant to read far too much Creepypasta in the dead of night. Never have I found out what it was, even now, months later. I'm just terrified it'll be back, and when it is... What will it do?
I no longer sleep.
...
I knew if I wrote this at the top, people were less likely to read it. But this actually happened. Whether my sister sleep-walks, or whether I was just hearing things at stupid o'clock in the morning, I'm not sure.
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Bumpy

Recently, there have been reports of a strange and creepy ghoulish entity appearing in people's TVs. However, this "ghost" does not travel around one location, or haunt the grounds of one area, this one is different.
Rumor has it, there was an old electrician from Georgia who was working under unsafe conditions. He was fixing a TV and was given a deadly shock. He was electrocuted for a good 15 seconds, and was found momentarily after other workers heard the commotion. Smoke was steaming out of his body and his face was frozen in the same position as when he was shocked. Despite any effort to make his body look somewhat presentable, his hysterical screaming expression was never changed and he had a closed casket funeral.
His ghost thrives within electric currents and he has been known to appear in people's TV screens with the same screaming face.
Some people say that if you tamper with an old box TV in the dark for a certain period of time while alone, a man's face will very faintly begin to appear with insane widened eyes and a gaping open mouth as if he is screaming. If you turn off the TV and turn it back on, his face might appear again but less faintly every time. The expression will never seem to change except the mouth and eyes will seem to grow wider. He is most likely to appear in TVs that were made before 1993.
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Bunchie jpg. 2

so i remembered the whole bunchie thing 2 months ago and i got meh computer fixed some how and i got on meh email and ome guy named bunchie_jpg_2 gave meh a picture named bunchie_jpg_2 i did something very stupid. i clicked it...
the bunchie then started running and there was me in the photo that turned into a gif and the bunchie started jumping on the computer me.
i quickly opened a new tab and went to google and the bunchie picture was on top of the letters and hopped around breaking everything. it then made a roar sound and the screen started shaking.
i exit out and meh back ground was the bunchie and all meh files were the same picture to.
then i turned off the computer but it wouldn't turn off. bunchies eyes glew red and said
SO YOU DON'T LIKE BUNCHIE!!!!...WELL FUCK YOU!!!.
bunchie then jumped out of duh computer and smashed meh to death again.
and im died...
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Burger King Foot Lettuce (Copypasta)

Number 15: Burger king foot lettuce. The last thing you'd want in your Burger King burger is someone's foot fungus. But as it turns out, that might be what you get. A 4channer uploaded a photo anonymously to the site showcasing his feet in a plastic bin of lettuce. With the statement: "This is the lettuce you eat at Burger King." Admittedly, he had shoes on.
But that's even worse.
The post went live at 11:38 PM on July 16, and a mere 20 minutes later, the Burger King in question was alerted to the rogue employee. At least, I hope he's rogue. How did it happen? Well, the BK employee hadn't removed the Exif data from the uploaded photo, which suggested the culprit was somewhere in Mayfield Heights, Ohio. This was at 11:47. Three minutes later at 11:50, the Burger King branch address was posted with wishes of happy unemployment. 5 minutes later, the news station was contacted by another 4channer. And three minutes later, at 11:58, a link was posted: BK's "Tell us about us" online forum. The foot photo, otherwise known as exhibit A, was attached. Cleveland Scene Magazine contacted the BK in question the next day. When questioned, the breakfast shift manager said "Oh, I know who that is. He's getting fired." Mystery solved, by 4chan. Now we can all go back to eating our fast food in peace.
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Buried Alive Theory

Now this is a story
All about how
My life got flipped-turned down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell ya how I become prince of a town called Lavender.
In west Pallettown I was born and raised
In professor Oak's lab was where I spent most of my days
Chillin out, maxin, relaxin all cool
And throwin some pokeballs outside of school
But when this one guy
Who was up to no good
Started makin trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little battle and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Lavender."
Whispers in the darkness
Yo this is scary
Drinkin orange juice out of a Marowak's skull
Is what the people of Lavender Town live like?
Hmm, I might not survive the night.
I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "LEAVE NOW"
And had ghost-types in the mirror
If anything I could say, "This cab gives me a scare."
But I thought, Man, forget it. "Yo homes, to Lavender!"
I pulled up to the town around seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Please, don't leave me here!"
I looked at my kingdom
I didn't wanna be there
To be buried alive in my grave in Lavender.
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Buried Alive in Lavander Town

Now this is a story all about how.
My life got flipped turn upside down.
And I'd like to take a moment and with a frown.
I'll tell you how I became Buried Alive in Lavender Town.
I was in Pewter City one fine day.
On the bridge where I used to spend most of my days.
With my Grimer and my Gastly in the sun.
We were fishing for Goldeen, having all sorts of fun.
Then some Team Rocket grunts who were up to no good.
Started showing up in the neighborhood.
I beat the crap out of one with my mom around,
She said "You're moving with your uncle in Lavender Town."
I begged and pleaded her, cause there were ghosts,
But because she was mother she knew the most.
She packed my bags, gave a kiss on my head.
As I got on the plane already missing my bed.
I got there and starvingly held my fork.
As I had a big feast of chicken and pork,
"Is this really what I'll eat most nights?
Hm... this could be alright."
But my fun had to end way to soon,
When I accidentally killed a Team Rocket goon.
I thought after a week that they forgot,
And thought "whew, glad they hadn't fought."
But then I was wrong, cause they came back,
And they killed a mother Marowak.
I got sent to the guys with all the power.
One said "You will be buried in Pokemon Tower!"
I woke up the next day with dirt in my face,
As they already chose my resting place,
I just wanted to cry, "LET ME OUT!!!"
But I was buried alive before I could shout.
And now "You're here", and I tell you.
"I'm trapped," but who I am you don't know who,
And I get lonely, yeah so very lonely,
So now I got to ask, "Won't you join me?"
But the next two words I heard if I said yes or no was,
GAME OVER.
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Burner

Hello said james to kyle at school sup kyle responded.they both ran to class and were anxios to get out off school. When school was over Kyle tripped james causing him to fall in a pile of rocks. One of the rocks whent throu his skull causing james mental isues. James family had no choice but to lock him in a mental hospital. He spent 6 years there. Until the mental hospital caught on fire they got as many people out as they could've. James was one of the unfournatet ones. He burnt horribal causing his skin to go black and one eye to burn out. He arose from the ashes seeing his body. He ran to a nearbye house and found a silver mask. He put it on Also he stole jeans,a t-shirt and a jacket.the man who lived there woke up seeing james. James span around quickly charging the man. The man had a screw driver and pinned james down. He drilled 4 nails onto each side of james head left,right,top and bottom. James threw the man off and grabbed the screw driver and nails he drilled the man down to a chair. He saw lighter fluid and a matches. He grabbed them also with a knife and cut a hole in the mans stomach. He put the bottle of lighter in the mans stomach and pummed some in.I love volcanos don't you?James put the match in his stomach and he stared vomiting blood. See your a volcano now. James walked out the door leaving the man to die.Bye the way call me "Burner". He grabbed an axe and walked out the door.Local news report:7 Houses have burnt down to the ashes killing 16 people.Also a man covered in his own blood and burnt from the insides was found in his own house nailed to a chair.And on the wall it said "Burner" writen in ashes if you see a man named burner contact the poilce.
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Burning Rubber

It was 8:00 P.M. and I was exhausted. I was patrolling in my cruiser when another officer contacted me about a man in a black Camry on the highway. "Damn it", I said. I drove over to the scene and chased after the car; to try and stop it.
I shot at one of the back tires with my gun but the bullet did not hit the tire. "Crap!" I yelled as the Camry swerved around me.
The next thing I know, the car has passed right through a chain link fence. I was like "WTF?!" Suddenly, the Camry disappeared into thin air. I had no idea what happened. In those two minutes, I had just pursued a ghost car.
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Bush's Baked Death

I was driving home from my job when I stumbled across a garage sale with an old man giving out various goods. I looked at his wares as I noticed a can of baked beans labelled "BUSH'S BAKED BEANS" in sharpie. I was always a fan of Bush's Baked Beans and I enjoyed collecting rare cans, so I was intrigued. I asked the man, "How much for the beans?", and he replied "Nothing, friend. They're all yours". I took the can and instantly drove home, excited by my find.
When I got home, I was eager to cook what was inside of the can. Was it a prototype of a new flavor? Was it a bootleg? I had no idea. I got out my can opener as it slowly worked its way around the lid. That was a mistake.
The moment the lid came undone, a demonic hand reached out of the can and grabbed my throat. I tried to pull it off, but its grip kept getting tighter. I pulled out a kitchen knife and slashed it, causing it to recoil back into the can. I thought the horror was over, but things were to only get worse. The can dropped on the floor, and a human-like figure began to squeeze out of it. As soon as the figure rose to its feet, my heart sank as I recognized who it was. 
It was my dead girlfriend Patricia, staring me in the face with a sinister smile that emanated less joy and more malice. She had died last year in a horrible car accident, and now, somehow, she had returned as a horrible demon, here to kill me.
"Ha ha ha... you shouldn't have left me to die! Now you're going to pay the price" Patricia said as blood slowly rolled down from her eyes. This was it, I was going to die.
However, I remembered I trained in Tae Kwon Do years ago, so I attempted to fight off my former lover. It worked and she retreated back into the can. After taking a moment to recollect my thoughts, I brought the can out into the garage and ran it over several times with my car. Since that day, no evil spirits have bothered me since.
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Bush Medical Center

Out in the woods of San Francisco, there exists a place known as Bush Medical Center... it is in ruins... it appears to have been through an explosion, or a burning of sorts.
Correction:
ONCE known as Bush Medical Center.
It was a hospital for those who had mental illness. The staff there seemed nice enough, and were trusted by many families, haha. The fools... they should of never trusted them... never.
They claimed to work with a special type of mental science, known as "Bushcraft". It worked as a cure for many different types of medical illnesses, and was one of the only 100% guaranteed success cure, so they claimed.
What really went on inside those walls... is hard to imagine... unspeakable horrors. You see, the real purpose of Bush Medical Center was to capture experiments for a government project, it was however, known as Bushcraft. This is because it was more of an engineering project then a medical project.
In this procedure, they would replace the subject's brain, with a robotically engineered one. This mostly took place in an underground section of the hospital.
The goal of this experiment was to create soldiers, who could not be destroyed easily, this was only the first step. They had greater plans, in their minds, they thought they could change to face of Earth forever. They wanted super soldiers, they would be unstoppable combat machines. They would win wars always, they would be insanity proof, torture would become useless, they would be walking tanks, machines without mercy. It would be perfect...
Next they were going to replace the whole of the human organs with machine, one at a time... until the whole human body was just skin and muscle over machine. It wouldn't be able to be defeated... it would have the mobility of a human, with the strength of a light vehicle. They would be able to carry heavy equipment easily. It would increase their efficiency at least 300%.
This sounded insane, many of the doctors tried to work against it. But those who did were killed... of course. Since they were sworn to secrecy, even their identity, it is impossible to tell for certain who actually was a victim of such an extermination.
The project seemed so fool proof that some of the doctors even did the procedure on each other by request. That was a big mistake on their part though.
Bushcraft was a major failure, and soon enough, the brains got out of control, those with the implant even became dangerous, many doctors perished, a distress signal was placed out when many of the experiments escaped, the government responded by burning the place to the ground. Only small pieces were left, and the whole underground portion of the complex collapsed in on itself, completely destroying evidence of the research.
However, don't think this whole project is over, after all, there are still some surviving doctors among us, one who simply calls himself... "Bushcraft Medic".
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Busky the Clown

It was about 2:40 am. I woke up randomly. So, I tried to go back to sleep, but I then heard a very loud noise. I jumped out of bed and tried to hear again, and I heard plates smashing. So, I grabbed my baseball bat from my wardrobe and crept downstairs.
It was downhearted, dark, and gloomy downstairs. No one was there, then I noticed my parents' light was on, I went in; what I saw was terrifying. My mother was laying on her back, stabbed 12 times in the chest. Blood splattered on the walls. There was no sign of Dad.
I then looked in the cupboard. He was tied up with tape on his mouth, and looked like he was stabbed in the heart five times. I heard someone say 'Sweet Dreams Little Boy!' I looked behind me and there was a man, dressed as a clown, with cold ominous eyes and a devious smile. He tried to stab me but missed. I got my baseball bat and struck him on the head, and then the chest.
He threw me downstairs, and I found that my leg was broken. He was about to finish me off, but a policeman came in with a shotgun, and the clown ran off through my back garden.
I am currently writing this in hospital.
10 Days ago...
It was an ordinary day at the Circus on 21/09/2009, Barry 'Busky' Peterson was the Head clown with his gang 'Busky The Clown and Friends' only been on a TV advertisement always on 2:40 am every night. At about 9:12pm Harold Star, the man in charge of the circus, fired Busky for arriving late three times in a row. The crowd was waiting for Busky and Friends. It was about 11:30pm and there was no sign of them, so everyone left except a crazy fan. He was looking around for Busky and everyone. It was very dark in the circus, after about twenty minutes looking around in the circus, the fan gave up and fell asleep in the circus, about 2:40am he heard evil laughter, come from the makeup room, he went inside and it was dark, he turned on the light, there he was, Busky the Clown killed Harold and his gang.
"I was looking for you!" Busky said. The fan started to run but Busky grabbed him by the leg and dragged him.
The fan tried to escape but Busky stabbed him in the chest twenty times. He ran out of the circus leaving the fan for dead. So at 2:40am if you wake up randomly, that means he's here...
Sweet Dreams.
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Busky the Clown vs. Old Man Chris

It was a cold night in Southampton, at 4:33am this morning a young family were brutally murdered by Old Man Chris. Chad, a 23 year old University Student following by his 21 year old girlfriend Kassie and there 6 moth old baby Todd was missing. Police found a note in his cot.
There was Todds head in an broken microwave with his torso wrapped around a blue blanket with arms and legs scattered around the basement.....
Old Man Chris, or should I say Christopher Coulton was born on July 12, 1954 in York, we wont go into description about his life but we are going to tell you about his current life.
Chris lives in an Old warehouse at a field, in the warehouse has alot of pictures of young children, some happy, some crying and some even dead. Chris normally goes onto his computer to look at peoples pictures and has about 6 fake facebook names such as; Matt Hoff, Javid Ged and Terry Siven. Chris has a Human flesh mask of an Elderly man he murdered 2 weeks ago, he normally disguises himself as a typical old man in the day, walking stick, fluffy jacket and sits down at reads the newspaper, going street by street checking where people live. Preying on the weak while taking a small glimpse while sitting on a bench, Normally going out at night going to the houses he saw, but this night is gonna be different... 
Chris went back to the warehouse and sat down on the computer and logged into one of the fake facebook, there was a message saying "Meet me at 45 Gislane Avenue, 2:51am, the message was from Barry Peterson or 'Busky The Clown'
4 hours later....
As Chris emerged from the bushes at Gislane Avenue, I crept into the window and saw Busky in the closet
"LOOK WHO IT IS!" Busky said "Trying to steal my kills, killing everyone here, thats my job, we both live in southampton, but different places, I've met you 7 times"
As Chris looked at him in rage, he stabs Busky in the neck, slitting his neck,wrist and stabbing him in the eye
"SWEET DREAMS BUSKY, ITS BEDTIME!" Chris starts to laugh menically, ties up Busky in the wardbrobe.
Busky Kicks Chris in the mouth, grabs his knife and stabs Chris in the Leg, as Chris limped, he ties up Busky again, takes his knife, stabs him in the nose and starts spilling alcohol and gasline.
"What the Fuck!" as Busky questions
as Chris pulls out a pack of matches he laughs, he sets the match alight
"Woops, Sorry Busky, but it is time to sleep, Sweet Dreams" 
He drops the match and makes a run for it, the house burns down with Busky in there at the innocent family, after the house was burnt and they never found Busky, but as the case was closed, Busky finds Chris' Warehouse
"It looks like someone need to go to sleep" ........
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Busses Suck

Hello, my name is Randy. I am a survivor of a demon attack.
Yes, you read correctly. A demon attack. Let me explain:
It all started when she got on board my Greyhound bus. She was tall, blonde, busty, and wearing all leather, right down to her knee-high pumps. The studs on her eyes said trouble and the one on her tongue—something she casually flashed my direction—told me she was dangerous.
She took the pair of empty seats next to mine and I could feel her looking over toward me periodically. I didn't dare look her way. She smelled of roses and incense, the telltale scent of a succubus.
Although I tried my best, I could not stave off sleep forever. This connection was just another part in what had already been twenty sleepless—and otherwise uneventful—hours of bussing.
I awoke to find her undressing me, bending forward, to try and, well, all I will say is "suck" the life from me in a manner most fitting of a demoness that preys on sexual energy.
Like I said, I am a survivor of a demon attack. I won't go into detail as to how I managed to escape that encounter with my life, but I will say this: never before have I been so glad to have had to pee.
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