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The Staircase

A little backstory; My uncle Gary died at the height of the autoerotic asphyxiation craze. He was old as hell and super gnarly. He swore he would live forever. But his super long life (he was 104 years old) was cut short when he confused his Viagra prescription with his Ambien and fell asleep pulling on himself (May he rest in peace)
So anyways about a week after the funeral I'm taking a shower and I hear the door squeak open. "Mom?" I say, "Is that you?" All I hear in response is Fapfapfapfapfapfapfap. "Wtf" I whisper under my breath as it begins to get closer and closer. Now my bathroom is a normal bathroom. I'm not some filthy rich tons of money dude who can afford an escape hatch in his shower for when his dead uncle comes jacking back from the dead so there is only one way in and one way out of this bathroom, and it's in the direction of the dead serial jacker.
So i decide I have to take matters into my own hands (pardon the expression) I slowly reach for the curtain, fully expecting to see the ghost of uncle Gary fap fap fapping away with a belt around his neck, and too my surprise, I pull back the curtain and it's my uncle JERRY fapping away (he's not dead, just gross). "Sorry Junior," he said. "I thought you were your cousin Angelina Jolie (sorry, not to name drop but Angie is my cousin)
"Dammit uncle Jerry, you scared the hell out of me." I said, shoving his old naked ass shriveled up body out of the way, through the bathroom doorway and totally forgetting there was a staircase behind him.
Now I have two uncles haunting me
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Stalker

I logged into my ROBLOX account as usual. I'd check the Front Page, but 
something was.. Unusual about the Popular page. There was a game called "The Stalker". It.. Had a disturbing description. It said "StrongAwesomeEnzo2, your the next victim." The comment section was Filled with people chanting my full name and hoping I would be banned. As the idiotic person i was at the time, i clicked the play button. The game loaded up as usual, but i was the only one playing. the game was odd as it was just a dark, empty room. But, the room.. I felt like I wasn't alone.. A person joined called The Stalker. I checked his account to see his age and it was only a few months old. This... Can't be right because ROBLOX doesn't allow spaces in peoples new usernames now. I waited for him to chat and then, after waiting for 10 minutes, he finally typed something. It said "YOU SHOULDNT BE PLAYING THIS GAME. IF YOU CONTINUE PLAYING, YOU WILL EXPERIENCE A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF HORROR.. PLEASE, LEAVE NOW. ITS YOUR ONLY CHANCE..." I continued playing out of curiosity see just what this "new level of horror was", being the idiotic person I was. A creature summoned out of completly nowhere and 
looked away. After a few seconds he looked back to me and ran at me, the was a run feature and I used it, the dark room was infinite in size.. It felt like I could run forever. The creature eventually got me and killed my robloxian avatar in the worst way possible. After that I was kicked out of the game. I checked to see my avatar, but it wasn't there. I checked my imbox saying that my account had been perma banned. The last thing I saw was the creature, who was actually Martin Cult himself, had killed my avatar.. PLEASE, IF YOU SEE A GAME NAMED THE STALKER ON THE POPULAR PAGE, DO NOT, EVER PLAY THE GAME.. YOU WILL EXPERIENCE COMPLETE HORROR..
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Roblox
Category:Read by HoodoHoodlum
The Stalker...

I was heading out of school. A few minutes later I saw some stalking me. I was walking a little faster and the person was going a little faster. Until I reached my house the person was gone I thought he left for good, until the next day I was going to school until the same person was stalking me so this got me scared so I ran to school and told my principal that someone was stalking me the principal said "For how much was he stalking you?" I replied "A couple days" My Principal called the cops and when the cops arrived they found nothing but a address so the cops went to this address and knocked the door a couple times but no one answered so the cops broke down the door and to there horror they saw several bodies and a person eating a body, the person saw them and stormed to them then one of the cops shot him. the cops returned to the school and told me "You were going to be next if you didn't call us."
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Shortpasta
The Stalking Painting

There once was a girl named Abby who loved to paint,she painted every day until one day while she was painting on her porch she was assassinated,it’s still unknown how she died but it is certain her spirit never left the painting she was working on. Eventually this “painting” started changing daily,one day it would be a beautiful lake, the next a forest,the painting would later go on to be known as “The land that is ever changing”. A few years later the painting was sold in an art gallery to a family known as the Butterfields,who had a 13 year old daughter called Charlie. Charlie was quite the curious person so one day,as she was having a sleepover with her best friend Emma, they decided to stay in the room where the painting was kept. They stayed up all night watching the painting until they noticed the places appearing on the painting looked quite familiar first it was their town then quite near to their neighborhood “what's going on” emma asked panicked”i thought it wasn't real places” “i'm not sure” charlie replied”i'm gonna go get my parents though” by the time she had gotten back with her parents her house had appeared on the painting. Suddenly they heard a knocking on the door “stay here”her mom said going to answer to door while her dad went to grab the bat, a few minutes later the girls heard a horrid,gut wrenching scream,they tried to run but it was to late,they were cornered a dark,shadowy figure with glowing eyes loomed over them before their world going completely dark..they were dead,as well was their parents.It is said that Abby is a vengeful spirit,if any one person looks at her painting for to long she will hunt them down,hoping it to be the one who assassinated her, so far there are zero recorded cases of escape after watching this painting for an hour straight. These deaths resulted in the painting later being renamed as “the stalking painting” referring to how it would reflect real places. It is now kept in the California paranormal containment facility and has tests done on it with willing people and prisoners. You can try if you wish ,but I doubt you'll come back.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Beings
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Wall of Text
The Stalking of Jeff the Killer

As my friend's party came to an end, I had to find my way home. Everyone else already had a ride or have already left, and I was not gonna get behind the wheel in my drunken state. I decided that my house was close enough to walk through the neighboring woods to get there, you know the typical stupid ideas that would feed off a drunk person's brain. I begin my journey into the dark ominous forest, because of course I would go into a weird creepy forest in the dead of night without a goddamn flashlight. Hell it wasn't long into my walk when I got the feeling that someone or something was following me. I swear to god it really did feel like something was behind me like there was another set of footsteps and just a staring gaze beaming into my back. The feeling was not in my head, I decide to pause my steps, the second pair had a delayed stop... someone was definitely following me. I quickly turn around to see who was playing this prank on me, nothing, the sick bastard was probably hiding behind a tree or something. "Show yourself, asshole" I yell into the darkness, silence... then followed by the most horrifying yell I've ever heard whilst those footsteps got closer and faster. Fuck, I am not gonna find out what's following me, I run as fast as humanly possible. I run for what seems like hours until I finally reach my house, thank you god! I shake the door handle of my front door, fuck it's locked! I look under the doormat for the emergency spare key, it was missing. My front door then swung open and before I could process my thoughts, an icy sharp pain struck my chest, I had been stabbed. I look up to the person holding the knife, this freak had long messy black hair like it hasn't been tended to in years, a white hoodie drenched in fresh blood, and his face oh god; His nose looks like it had been blown off, his mouth was disfigured into a permanent uneasy smile, and his enormous haunting eyes. On my last dying breaths, the man leans into my ear and in a damaged raspy whisper says; "... I put a whole bag of jellybeans up my ass...". And then I fucking died.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Jeff the Killer
Category:Im died
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
The Stereotypical Creepypasta, in Rhyme

It was last Saturday, where I was in fright,
When I got a peculiar text on my smartphone.
"Please watch the video by midnight tonight."
Oh boy, more spam! I groaned.
However, the text message was from Craig,
A long-time friend of mine from Maine.
But why would my friend send something vague?
Clearly, he would not send a text to feign.
So, foolish me, I asked him why.
But he said nothing, but a website link.
It leads to a strange website I can't identify,
Which made me start to bethink.
The link sends me to a video in Chinese,
Which my reaction was distraught.
It shows an old man with Alzheimer's Disease,
who was crying, "Please, no please! I cannot!"
Then someone came behind him,
Wearing a mask and a rusty gaff.
He constantly stabbed him, limb to limb.
And he proceeds to laugh, laugh, and laugh.
This was a horrible task.
Why did my friend send a snuff clip?
But the man took off the mask,
It was my friend.
And now, I'm dead.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Im died
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Story Behind Freddo

There was a experiment that happened in an American part of America.
It was in a Laboratory.
They were doing experiments on frogs.
Trying to turn them into people.
I broke into the Laboratory.
I saw a frog I just couldn't ignore.
It was so cute.
I picked it up and licked it.
I went home.
I went to bed.
I woke up.
I went to look in the mirror.
I saw my eyes getting bigger and going black.
This was normal.
I'm Asian.
I went into the store.
The guy behind the counter looked at me and gasped.
He pickled up a huge mirror and I saw my whole body.
My skin was going green,
My mouth was getting bigger.
I was getting smaller.
My shirt was going yellow.
It had Freddo on the front.
I attacked the guy behind the counter.
I killed him.
I saw a lighter on the counter.
I pickled it up.
I lit the store on fire.
I left my slogan on the floor on the front of the store.
It said.
"Buy it for 25p."
Spread this story
Or I will buy you for 25p...
Written by LOLDINOSAURS
The story is 101% true.
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
The Story Behind Herobrine Syndrome

Being an average teenage internet gamer I love Minecraft. 1.2.5 is the best update Minecraft has yet and I cannot wait for 1.2.6! I used to play Minecraft Alpha and Beta but I stopped after an experience on my friend's multiplayer server.
We enjoy goofing off on our multiplayer server and we let people into our server so we could have lots of fun. One day we saw some player without a nameplate in our server. He had the "noob" skin and he was burning trees. We kept telling him to stop but he didn't. He didn't speak or look at us. It was like we didn't exist to him. He finally left the trees that were burning. We followed him and he was gone. We couldn't find him. We assumed he logged off.
Days later when we were on the server a lot less people were on it. We could tell because the chat log wasn't flooding. We asked the 2 others online if they know where they others went. They said simply, "They got scared." We became skeptical and went to look for this character we saw the other day.
My friend checked the chat logs and they contained these words, "HEROBRINE, SHIT HEROBRINE, FUCK THIS!" The rest contained some heavy swearing. We wondered who this Herobrine person was. I decided to look him up and I came across the story of thr first sighting. After reading it I told my friends about it on Skype.
The next day (we got bored of trying to find him yesterday) we went to look for Herobrine. We were talking on Skype and Kyle, the head op on our server, said he saw a noob skinned person online when we logged off that night. "He stared at me and then he vanished. I have been feeling sick since then." We could tell he was sick. He was coughing and kept moaning about a headache. We were annoyed by it but we tried to get used to it.
We have been looking for hours and Kyle is about to take a nap to try to get rid of his headache. Me and Jeff just kept searching for Herobrine. We found this wood house and it looked pretty nice, like it was made by a very talented person. We walked inside and found nothing inside. I went for the door but it was gone and was replaced with bedrock. (For ones who don't know bedrock is unbreakable in Minecraft) My friend started screaming "FIRE FIRE!" I turned around and saw the house burning and I swear I could see someone in the smoke but I didn't care and broke some wood and we ran. We kept on running until we fell into a hole.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Minecrap
Category:Memes
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Old Shit
The Story Of Teh Clown

Hello, bitches. My name is Mr. B. Shitpicklez. Ok, here's my life story:
I was a clown, working in the Mickey Mouse department of 'Some Fucking Amusement Park-land'. While I was about to go take a clown-piss, a little boy approached me and said: "Hey! You're a clown! Can I have some sweets?". I said "No, fuck you!" and then hit him on the head with a whiskey bottle.
Then, his parents came along and said "Hey! Don't hit our son in the head with a whiskey bottle! That's not nice!". I thought they brought up a good point... But I didn't give a shit and hit them with the same whiskey bottle.
That's my life story so far. It's also the story of how I lost my job and am now selling Super-Mega-Ultra-Skeleton Drugs. Part 1 of 8947 finished. More to follow.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
The Story of Casper the Ghost

This actually happened 12 years ago, but I figured you guys might enjoy it because it's super duper creepy.
So I was walking down an alleyway looking for my pet dog lucky when I discovered a man wearing nothing but underwear (that was covered in crusty shit) pushing a shopping cart and digging through trash. "Hello sir, have you seen my dog lucky?" I asked him. "Wanna buy some crack!!?" He responded. "No not really, but my dog might want some, have you seen him?" I told him. "Here take this puta, and don't come back!!" He yelled handing me a mysterious AAA pamphlet on driver safety. The man then proceeded to take off his underwear and run off into the sunset. Man boobs gracefully jiggling from side to side.
I gave up looking for lucky and went home because I remembered he died 15 years ago. The spooky pamphlet was covered with jibberish and smelled like piss. I began paging through the thing wondering as to why I had been given this man's prized possession.
In the literally shittiest hand writing I've ever seen (It was literally written with shit) I found an address 1234 Street St.. I googled the place to find out where it was. It was my house!!
I began freaking out! How'd this guy know where I lived? And why was he trying to teach me driving safety?? There was a slight knock behind me. I turned around to see the homeless man jumping out of my closet!!! Except he wasn't homeless!! This was his house and I was in it!
"WANNA BUY SOME CRACK ESÉ!!?" He yelled shoving a bag of a crystalline substance in my face. I screamed "NO, get the fuck away from me!!!". The man's face turned to one of sadness. He dropped the bag of crack and went back into the closet from which he came. He started crying... All he wanted was to sell crack and I was depriving him of it. I took 20$ out of my pocket and gave it to the man. His face lit up and he took his crack pipe out. He handed it to me, and then gracefully jumped out of the house through the window.
I looked out the window where he landed and he was nowhere to be seen. He vanished without a trace. To this day I still have that man's crack pipe and live in his house. I have named the man Casper the Ghost after his beloved crack cocaine. Rumor has it, that the man finally was relieved and his spirit could rest for eternity (Aka he overdosed). If you ever find a Hispanic man in an alleyway who's offering you crack just purchase some so that the man can go out, get boozed up, and finally obtain his homeless man wings and go to heaven (or wherever homeless people end when they die).
TL;DR Crack is whack folks
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:SMOKE WEED ERRYDAY
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Story of Crona the Killer

Everyones heard of Jeff the killer and Jane the killer right? Well this is the story of Crona the killer. Crona was a young Adult when he found Abby, they were very happy toghter....one day Abby was gone...and in her place...was Jeff the killer. Crona didnr mind it but he was surprised. "Your Jeff the killer!" He said "Yes i am indeed" Jeff said back "Im a big fan!" Crona explained "Eh? Well i have to go" Abby was back. A few days later Jeff came back...the two talked about killing and Crona decided to call himself Crona the killer. One foggy night when Crona was visiting Abby and there was a powerout...he had has knife and thought...thought she was someone else and brutaly murdered her...Once he knew it was her he wept untill he couldnt breath amd died. This is the story Of Crona the killer.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Jeff the Killer
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Story of Emo Stevo

Well first off, he was emo. Second of all, he was a satanist and thirst of all, he was a disgrace to his family.
Emo Stevo is a 40 year old boy. His problems started when he was 10. He used to be a nice young boy but one day something horrible happened...
HE LOST HIS FAVORITE SHIRT!
This lead to cases of insanity. He would drown puppies and kittens and rip the wings off of birds and hang them from trees. The ripped off wings represented his "broken wings" and the hanging from trees represented his desire of death.
His mother always told him he was a disgrace and a waste of money. His dad couldn't care less because he was a drunk and a meth addict. Emo Stevo didn't take this very well and he started to cut at the age of 10. He thought his life was so hard and unfair. He couldn't deal with the loss of his favorite shit.
In 2003 his problems became worse. This is when it started to become really messed up. He kept loosing one sock to each pair and a pair of underwear. He really couldn't deal with this. In early June he attempted suicide by cutting really really really deep. Unfortunately for him he failed.
He didn't cut deep enough and fainted at the site of blood. He has been fainting at the site of it ever since. In late May, 2005 he attempted suicide again my taking a bunch of pills. He was unsuccessful because he took Swisse Childrens Ultivite vitamins. Orange Flavour. Maybe if he took better care of his shit, he wouldn't have so many problems.
January, 2007, Emo Stevo had lost his last pair of under pants. This time, he absolutely could not cope. He was going to succeed in suicide this time! He set up a rope in his closet and said his last words. "GOOD BYE CRUEL UNFORGIVING WORLD!"
He put the rope around his neck and kicked the chair from underneath him. He looked out the window for the last time. And there they were... His missing clothes on the clothes line and most importantly, HIS FAVORITE SHIRT!
Emo Stevo tried to cut the rope but failed miserably. His life flashed before his eyes and all faded to black...
R.I.P Emo Stevo, 2007
Now that you have read this, he will come into your house at 12:00 at night and steal your favorite shirt.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
The Story of How I Discovered Jimmy Neutron

i am a huge fan of the childrens cartoon jimmy neutron. i didnt discover it the normal way though. ordinarily people get introduced to a show by watching a normal episode. this was not the case for me. as a child in the early 200s, i was walking past a garage sale. i had a little bit of allowance, so i decided to check it out. i saw something that unnerves me greatly even now. as soon as i walked up to the table where the products were laid, a bald man with an unnerving baldness sprang up. he looked at me, and said "i have got the perfect dvd for you." i asked him how muych it would cost. he told me it was free. so i accepted the free dvd from this weird bald man. when i got hom, i put the dvds in my dvd playa. i was so excited i forgot to even read the box. so i did. the box said it was jimmy neutron the specially special thanksgiving special. now that i knew that, i wachted it. the episode startyed off with jimmy inventing some things, ya know. the usual for an episode of jimmy neutron. i dindt no that at the time though, so i thought this was weird. werid. dat wasnt the donyl thing that was weird though. jimmy appeared to be the only character in this episode. i watched it 5 times, and no more characters appeared. the episdoe was veyr short, only 5 minutes. even after i watched it the 10th time thougb i couldnt understand. there was no dialogue and all jimmy appeared to do was invent. that was just the moment when slendurmahn came outta my scrane and started sanging reggae. i was so surprised i slapped him...
and he cursed me to watch jimmy neutron forever.
Category:PROOF DAT SLENDURMAN EXUSTS
Category:That just raises more questions!
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
The Story of Jeff

OK, so today I'm going to tell you how Jeff killed so many people. He was walking in his bathroom with a gallon of acid to clean out the tub. He also had to use the bathroom. But he wasn't looking where he was going and slipped on a bar of soap. The gallon of acid splashed all over his face and it scorched. He started crying and he cried for help. About an hour later he peed himself. Remember? About 6 hours later his brother Liu heard him and drove him to the hospital. Soon he was out. Only he was not normal...
That is when he started killing people. We don't know why. But maybe he wanted to get revenge for some reason. Anyways, he got a Smile.dog, and got a job that acquired killing/stalking people. He met Suicidemouse.avi, and later killed his own brother. He thought his life was perfect, but one night, he went out to stalk somebody. That that "somebody" was ME. I rolled to the side where there was a window, and woke up to use the restroom, but I looked out the window first. I screamed in horror, picked up my gun, and shot. And that was the end of him.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Loads of Characters
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta