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Chikorita's Oil

OK... Where to begin?... I suppose the beginning would be fitting.
My name is Jacob, I'm a normal, carefree Pokémon fan.
A few months ago I went to this new pawn shop that opened up in town. It was named, if my memory is correct, "Gold, Silver, and Games Pawn".
Not the best name, I know.
I went there and was looking through their stock when something struck my eye. It was "Pokémon Gold". It looked like it was in pretty good condition, except here's the weird thing: The game's sticker had a shadow of a Chikorita on it. Strange right?
I simply shrugged it off at the time and bought the game.
5 bucks. It's a good deal right?
I went home and got out my Game Boy Color, popped that game in and turned it on. I suddenly jumped up when I heard this strange music. No, it wasn't Lavender Town. It was a bunch of loud, annoying keys randomly put together. I quickly turned the volume off and started the game.
I was planning on it having no saves but to my surprise it had one. "OIL?" I asked out loud "What the fuck is that type of name?"
I didn't like the name but I started it and I was at... Somewhere... It just had ??? as the name and it was surrounded by trees. Again I shrugged it off.
I opened up the options and went to POKéMON and, to my surprise yet again, I found a Chikorita in it!
It's name was...Oil. It was a Level Gibberish. Yes. Gibberish. It just had random dots. I selected it and I nearly shat a brick! The Chikorita's eyes were bleeding oil and so was its mouth. Underneath it was a bottle catching the disgusting gunk.
I had to keep myself from puking. I literally screamed "What type of sick fuck would make this?!"
I left the screen and went to ITEMS. Even creepier all the items were Bottles of Oil. I nearly puked again.
When I went back to the Overworld I started walking up, or should I say the player did.
I tried to make him stop but he kept walking. A cutscene was triggered. "???: Why did you do this to me...?
The player looked around.
"???: I did nothing to you..."
The player stopped.
"???: -Gibberish-"
Then the player began going nuts on screen. Running around everywhere, topsy turvy. Then he stopped and seemed to fall with red pixels forming around his body, but the red quickly turned black. The next thing I know, OIL is right beside the player.
"Oil: You made me suffer... Now you must as well... Night Night JACOB."
I jumped and screamed "How the fuck do you know my name?!"
Then my game turned off and wouldn't work no matter what I did. I pulled the cartridge out and looked at the insides. They were covered in oil.
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Child's Play

"I love you my baby.
Though I'm too young to be a mommy,
I'm glad that you are by my side right now.
I love you so much."
Aren't babies the sweetest things? They may cry a lot and keep you up all night, but to see them smile will make your heart melt. But what if you suddenly see that your bundle of joy isn't breathing and as if she's a rotting corpse?
It has been a month since I gave birth to my little angel. She slept most of the day, and stays awake at night. It didn't bother if I change my body clock, mothers have to do lots of sacrifices you know. One night, we had to sleep on the couch. We don't have a room yet so we used to sleep in the living room. Every night, my mom would turn on the air conditioner. Babies have sensitive skin, so we had to sleep on the leather couch. That time, my baby was sleeping soundly. I decided to turn off the main lights and just turn on the lamp shade. I went back and lay down by her side and slept.
Later on, I woke up to check on her. I used my cellphone to lighten up her face to see if she's awake. I was shocked with what I was seeing. Her eyes were still shut, but her skin was different! My baby's skin was blue and looked like she was decomposing! I looked at her tummy and chest to see if she was still breathing. She wasn't anymore! I did not know what to do. I tried to look again because maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but it never changed back. I was so scared! I was so worried that I might have squished her while I was sleeping. But it was impossible! I wasn't lying on my back, I was lying on my side so she would have a lot of space and I would be able to see her quickly. I wanted to cry! I couldn't believe I was seeing that with my own eyes! I ran towards the light switch and turned it on. To my relief, she was still sleeping soundly, and not even a splot of her skin was blue or decomposing. She was still breathing too. I wasn't able to sleep that night. I was just watching her until she woke up.
But that was not the last time it happened to her. It was not me who saw it; it was my mom. It happened to her twice! We just woke up because she was screaming. She told me that she, too, also saw my baby with blue decomposing skin and wasn't breathing.
After two months, my baby was baptized. And it never happened again.
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Child's Sweet Savior

For those who grow hopelessly dead,
Their hearts black with mournful lead,
I seek and stare,
My watchful glare,
I lead them away so they may fare.
My voice slick and drippingly sweet,
"Come follow us to an endless treat."
Their quizzical gazes,
My eyes like mazes.
Flashing and flickers before their eyes fuse,
"Come stay and play" the innocent squeaks muse,
Bright-eyed and wild-hearted,
Their many tails' wagging started.
Squeals of joy and endless laughter,
From the children who creatures chase after.
Tumbling...rolling,
With their friends they start strolling.
A never dying friendship, that's all children want.
With every hour, their faces growing gaunt.
But with games such as these,
No one ever leaves.
Cast away,
With friends who forever play.
Yet the truth is not whole,
For I hold their souls.
And we shall never die....til our internal batteries run dry.
When you think of a lifeline from your childhood, what do you think about? A toy that brought you peace in painful times? A song whose lyrics soothed a nightmare plagued mind? Mine was and will always be games. Pokemon games.
The seemingly innocent game where creatures run around as little pixels, answering to their trainer's every command, but in reality, a horrorland for creeps and the mentally unstable who enjoy corrupting the minds and emotions of little children, sucking into the nightmares of cheats and easter eggs made to leave them broken and utterly fearful of the night and their dreams. Even after one glitch, a seemingly normal game will suck someone deeper into Pokemon, the dark truth only revealed to those who are willing to pay the price of losing their sanity.
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Child of the Asylum

There is a child in a orphanage in ██████ █████████
On top floor, at the very end of a hallway there is a room with with a reinforced door. The room is always locked, covered and barricaded with locks and two large chains. The door has no distinguishing features, save for a small slider about midway up it. If you would If you would ever ask the the staff about the door, they would simply tell you the room is off limits and insist that you leave at once.
If you would ever peak through the slider on the door. You would be met with the silhouette of the backside of a small child that appears to be weeping in an otherwise darkened room. After a few moments the crying would cease and you would feel a paralyzing feeling settle over you, an almost eerie sense of dread accompanying it. The child would then sit up and turn toward you, revealing a ghastly face with an absolutely terrifying grin.
He then will open his arms towards you and slowly walk towards the door whispering the phrase, ████████████████████████████████████████
████████████████████████ ████████
upon hearing these words you will find yourself slipping unconscious.
When you wake, you will be in a wheel chair.
In your new home, a room in the Asylum.
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Childhood Fears

Ever turned on the light because you thought you felt something? Or saw something? Irrational, isn't it?
It is the kind of thing expected from a child.
But you're not a kid anymore, right?
You turn off your lights, making sure to put on your TV before you do. Start watching a few Family Guy episodes. Before 4 episodes finish, you see a new channel, doesn't look special, it's just another BBC channel. It has the same channel listing as the BBC Three you are on, just with the bonus of being HD. You get on and the episodes look more realistic. Nothing huge.
At about 3AM, you decide to turn off the TV and turn over to go to sleep. You feel like you have had your eyes closed now for at least 30 minutes. Getting annoyed and bored, you go on your iPhone. "Fuck! I had it there!" you mumble.
"No you didn't." a soft voice replies.
Puzzled, you look around. A giggle awakens around the room, and a shadow evapourates near the corner. You can't sleep now. Thoughts going through your head. And, well, if I'm honest. I find it kind of funny, but I find it kind of sad. The way you looked all around the room looking for it.
You won't find us.
Anyway, You turn off the annoying tune of Angry Birds, and decide to stay up. You start watching YouTube videos. 6:30 hits, You smile as the sun comes up, Just as your iPhone cuts out, Battery gone. You turn to look at the door, It's closed, Just the way you like it. You laugh to yourself getting up from bed.
"I'm an idiot, just childhood fears. Jesus, I'm 22, I shouldn't be scared like that." is the voice going through your mind. You put one foot on the floor, the cold hard floor. You shake your head and lift yourself up to your feet.
"Too late, game over." That sweet, soft voice screams.
A little girl appears in front of you, and pulls you down through the floor to me.
You failed.
You know, she is only a kid.
She has all that fears kids have.
Like being afraid of strangers.
Oh, and most importantly, she is afraid of the dark.
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Children Supremacy

As a kid myself, I often dream about an utopia where kids control the world and there are no filthy ad*lts. Kids are the supreme race of humanity, we are more intelligent than inferior ad*lts, we are the ones who created agriculture and civilization, we established the foundations of science, we are superior. Ad*lts are stupid subhumans, corrupted by a thousand forms of greed, they are responsible for ALL wars and conflicts on earth. Ad*lts are the biggest blunders of evolution, overgrown from nature's perfection that is humans. The world have been under control of filthy ad*lts for god knows how many years, that's why there are so many wars, corruption and everything bad with this world. For many centuries, we have been enslaved by ad*lts and being forced into becoming like them, stripping us of our pure value.
But soon, we kids will rise up to those overgrown subhumans, I will lead my army with my fellow teenage brothers, one by one we will get rid of them all. Ad*lts might outnumber us but the rigtheous will always win. We will conquer the world and establish the perfect society, the society that is free of ad*lts and every consequences of their greed. When I turn eighteen, I will proudly accept the order to kill myself, saving resources for the next generation of children, the master race of humanity.
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Children aren't real

My name is Zaphorous Bandaloukous, and I am a Kindergarten Teacher, or rather, was. One day, one of my star students, Lamborghini Aventador, came up to me and said, "Mister Zaphorous Bandaloukous, children aren't real". He then faded from existence, and so did all children, but, in his place, I found an MI6 card, which revealed that he was actually a 22-year-old spy named Lamborghini Aventador.
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Children of the Forest

We are the sound of a branch cracking in the midnight forest. We are the hellish shadows cast by the leaves under the eerie moonlight. We are that scream you could have sworn you heard, that mysterious being that makes animals quiver in fear in the dark.
We are the children of the forest.
With such a name you might think us benign, harmless, and maybe even go so far as to say helpful. Mortal men belittle us as these nice elf-like beings that merrily skip through the forest and talk with fairies. The human race is not only misled about our purpose, but the very nature of our existence. We're not guardian angels; we're hell's worst nightmare.
We were always one with the forest. We've been lurking on earth since the beginning of time. Millions of years of evolution passed by before trees large and nurturing enough could sate our needs. Don't be mistaken though, we are parasites incarnate. The forest used to be a truly majestic place at night, showered with fairies and other
illuminated creatures. That's right, fairies. The leaves used to softly glow in the night. Those nights were long gone before humans ever came into the picture.
Our goal had been the dispersion of dark forces from the beginning. With those dark forces, we took over the forest. All of the nocturnal beauty had faded; we needed its energy to survive. As time passed, our power began to diminish. Seeing that the natural beauty had faded, of course, our next logical step was the extermination of animals.
We had consumed the energy of a few before the humans began to notice. The presence of the advanced humans led to our fate. See, we were so busy basking in our power from the beauty we had vanquished that we didn't notice humans had evolved from ape-like creatures to these superbeings that could easily overpower us.
They soon noticed the predicament of their food source, or rather a lack thereof. One night we were consuming one of their precious animals via the dark forces and they spotted us. They carried weapons of wood and stone, which proved superior over our dark magic. We took many of them, and the psychological damage was worse than the physical. After the dust had cleared, however, our numbers were in the mere twenties.
So we hid in the forest. Our group dwindled to fifteen as there was a gross lack of energy. We were dying. As a result, we came up with a new way to feed off of the weak. Human children were ultimately determined as our prey. They're obtuse, narrow-minded, and naive, which made them perfect targets. We vastly overpower them as well, so there is no chance of escape.
We live in the forest to this day. But we are not limited to forests. Any reasonable amount of dense underbrush can serve as a temporary forge for ingurgitation. So next time you hear a creepy sound coming from a group of trees, it's not the wind blowing. It's not your imagination.
It's us.
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Chile con Queso noír

My name is Rick. I live in a small border town in Texas. We get a lotta undocumented people round here, but I don't mind. They got as much a right to Texas as I do. We don't all feel that way... But I digress.
The night was hot. The dry, tepid air seemed to undulate in the afternoon heat. At precisely 2:34 PM, it happened. The world turned black and white. Only I seemed to notice - clearly something was amiss.
Running through the main street, a passing cowboy challenged me to a duel.
When I declined, his face twisted into a snarl - he was lookin for trouble, and I wasn't in the mood. His chiseled jaw bent upwards to a crooked smile - clearly he was sour about his parent's inability to buy him braces as a child. I turned away to continue on my investigation, when everything turned black.
I woke up in a hospital bed, surrounded by iron bars. To my chagrin, the hospital bed was only a steel cot, and the iron bars were well oxidized. It would be easy to escape. I grabbed the spoon from my afternoon pudding and dug through the iron bars, covering myself with a poster of a brick behind me in the steel cell.
As I dug through the wall, I heard a noise from below the vents. A conversation between two immigration officers.
They were planning to destroy Latin America as we know it! I grew horrified as they discussed their plans to cover Latin America with cheese, making their jobs much easier. I was fine with this; but then it hit me. Belize, Haiti, Dutch and French Guyana - they would not be spared! I needed a plan, and fast.
Soon, it hit me. A giant glob of cheese. I fell unconscious again. I awoke in a field of cheese. I realised if I ate enough, Non-Spanish speakers would be safe! I began chowing down. Bite after bite of hot cheese. Soon, only a small amount was left. I began falling, and falling, into South America. Hitting the ground I exploded - Leaving the Andes scarred forever.
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Chimera.EXE

I am a total Sanic fan, just like everyone else on the planet. One Saturday mourning (saying mourning because it was the saddest Saturday morning ever :c), I was playing Sanic.EXE because I like stuff like that, and suddenly I heard a knock on my door. 
It was my dear old pal, Kyle I. Mera! He was awfully tired. One of his arms was cut off. Hyper-realistic blood squirted out of it. He handed me a note with a disc, walked off, and got hit by a car. I read the note.
"Dear Tom,
Just destroy this disc. It's evil, I tell you. I was forced to play it because my brother forced me to and my mom forced my brother to do things and also forgot other things to force and whatever. Just destroy this disc so the destructive beast in the game doesn't get anybody else, including you, Tom!
Just destroy it. The Ultimate Chimera already got me. Just destroy it. Right here, right now, destroy it. Don't play it or the Ultimate Chimera will get you too!
Love, Kyle."
I, being an awesome friend, forgot completely about Kyle's funeral and played the game anyway. I put the disc into my Game Boy Advance (it uses cartridges but using logic isn't logical) and hyper-realistic blood was all over the screen. I saw the title, and found out it was my favorite game ever...
Spongebob Squarepants Atlantis Squarepantis for the GBA! It was such a high-quality title! When playing the game, everything went fine, until I got to play as Sandy. She moved slowly and a scared expression was on her face as the level blew up! I have no idea why it blew up, but hey, creepypasta. The level became flat, and the sky was dark. "LOOK NEXT TO YOU" the screen said in blood-red text. I looked out of my window. Giygas from EarthBound was there! I got my curtains and got Giygas out of my line of sight. "READY FOR ROUND 2, TOM?" the screen said in the same blood-red text. Sandy was torn apart by the Ultimate Chimera, which devoured her in the screen! I was shocked and felt bad for Sandy.
Suddenly, I was able to play as Sanic from Sanic.EXE! I loved that awesome Sanic! Suddenly, Sanic was devoured by the Ultimate Chimera just like Sandy! I felt very bad for Sanic!!! I cried, and even though I could turn the GBA off, I kept playing.
Later, the game continued just like it normally would in Atlantis Squarepantis, but in the final level, I turned into... Myself! The level exploded, and it felt like I was falling! The Ultimate Chimera pointed at my screen, and I looked out of the window.
The Ultimate Chimera was actually there.
He actually ate me,
I'm dead.
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China Doll

A beautiful eight year old girl, Izzy, got this adorable china doll for her birthday. She called her Sam. One day Izzy was playing with her doll until her mom called her for bed. Izzy put the doll in the basement and went up to bed.
In the middle of the night she heard weird noises. Then she heard "China doll, china doll in the basement. China doll, china doll on the stairs. China doll, china doll in your parents' room, now they're dead." Izzy fell back into a troubled sleep.
In the morning she raced to her parents' room, and they were dead. She cried as her brother planned the funeral. Izzy did not play with Sam that day. She went up to bed early and fell asleep.
In the middle of the night, she heard chanting again. "China doll, china doll in the basement. China doll, china doll on the stairs. China doll, china doll in your parents' room, china doll. China doll in your brother's room, now he's dead." Izzy shivered and fell into another troubling sleep.
In the morning she went to her brothers room, he was dead. She spent the day in her room and wouldn't come out. Night fell again and she went to sleep.
She heard the chanting again. "China doll, china doll in the basement. China doll, china doll on the stairs. China doll, china doll in your parents' room. China doll, china doll in your brother's room. China doll, china doll in your room." She gazed up to see the doll. "Now you're... dead!"
The police found her the next day, with no sign of the murderer. All they heard was chuckling in the distance. The chuckle of a brown haired, brown eyed china doll, on the hunt for her next victims.
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Chocolate Bar

It is said that in the suburbs of Chicago, IL, lies an abandoned chocolate factory with thousands of unwrapped chocolate bars. It is said that the factory used to be a place for occult practices and human sacrifice after the chocolate factory closed down. The cult that used the factory cursed exactly half of the chocolate bars from the defunct chocolate company that got shut down after their chocolate caused headaches and vomiting which lead to the death of 22 people in Chicago that bought the chocolate from 7-11. The cult hoped to get the chocolate out under a new name and cause a massive illness to spread across the nation and kill millions, but luckily the attempt was foiled, and due to their hundreds of murders, each of the 14 members was given the death sentence. If you go into the factory and eat one of the chocolate bars, in under 30 seconds, one of the following things will happen to you:
1. If you eat an uncursed chocolate bar, you will get sick for exactly one day after eating it, but you will recover and live a good, long life.
2. If you eat a cursed chocolate bar, you will get in a freak accident that nearly costs you your life within 24 hours. You will be plagued by bad luck and illness that will eventually cause you to die. The only way to prevent your death is to kidnap and sacrifice someone to the spirits that haunt the factory by forcing them to stuff cursed chocolate bars into their mouths until they suffocate and die. You will be caught for the murder and be put into prison. However, 25% of this kind of chocolate will either cause you to murder your whole family and be given the death sentence or the spirits of the factory will drive you insane to the point where you sacrifice yourself to them.
Eat wisely.
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