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The Man With a Cane

==Part 1: Out from the shadows==
A man was walking down the street, on his way home from work, when he caught something out of the corner of his eye.
Because he didn't believe in the paranormal, he just simply ignored it, and continued his long walk home.
When the familiar house finally came into view, he sighed in relief. It had been a very long day, and he was very eager to get home. However, the man once again caught a shadow in the corner of eye once more, but this time more clear, it looked like it had a walking cane. Disregarding it once more, he continued on to his walk home, not aware of the being that was following him.
When the man reached the front door, he heard a creaking noise behind him, he spun around and said:
"Who's there?" the man said in a light voice, not wanting to wake up his neighbors.
The man once more ignored the noise, and opened the front door, not knowing what was behind him, what was lurking, taking it's time, waiting to strike....
When the man unpacked his things, he noticed his briefcase had two claw marks on the front side.
"That's strange, that wasn't there before." wondered the man, as he changed into his night-time clothes, he wondered for a brief moment what could've been in the corner of his eye.
"That's ridiculous! Nothing was following me." the man re-assured himself, as he got ready for bed, that fateful night, not knowing what would become of him......
==Part 2: The last dream==
As the man fell into a very deep sleep, perhaps his very last, The beast came out of his closet, and crept ever so closer to him, tip-toeing to prevent noise as it got ready to strike, the man started to stir in his sleep, but he was a deep sleeper, and the monster was of stealth.
When it got closer to him, it raised it's claw as if it were aiming for the kill, but right before it could carry out it's evil order, the man snapped awake, and then blurted out this very phrase:
"HOLY SWEET JESUS, WHAT ARE YOU?!" said the now horrified man.
"I am a being of shadows, sent to kill deep sleepers for pure enjoyment" said the creature.
"SENT BY WHO?!" yelled the man. "That's for me to know, and for you to never find out.." said the sinister force,
as it clamped the man's mouth shut to prevent further screaming.
"Goodbye, CREATOROFWIKIA!" said the monster. As it said that, it rammed it's claw into the man's heart killing him instantly.
It ran into the night, knowing that it will soon find it's next victim:
You.
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The Man With the Invisible Ponytail

Once when I was young, I visited an underground metal club, to listen to some true black metal. As I waited for the band to begin playing, I looked around me, and saw numerous guys who looked a lot like me, dressed in black, with long greasy ponytails obscuring the epic tales about goblins and vikings on the back of their black T-shirts.
One guy was different however. He stood a bit by himself, in a corner of the room. He looked like the rest of us, except for one thing: He didn't seem to have a ponytail. As the band was playing, the room got crowded, but he remained by himself. I decided to leave the crowd and move behind him, as someone in the crowd was passing gas.
Then, as the blast beats began, the crowd began to headbang. Now, I was fine with that, but I noticed something odd. The man without a ponytail who stood in front of me began to headbang too, but as he whipped his head back, I could swear I felt a layer of greasy hair smashing into my face, ejaculating a mixture of beer, sweat and dandruff in the process.
After the band finished playing, I walked up to the bar. I ordered a beer, he asked me if I liked the band, so we talked for a bit, until I brought up this strange experience. "I stood behind this guy in the crowd who didn't have a ponytail, but I swear it felt as if every time he banged his head up and down, I could feel the hair smash into my face..." I said to him.
The man behind the bar got a pale face and looked at me with fear in his eyes. "That's Joe. One of my favorite customers, he used to come here every week, until one day, he got into a fight. Someone mistook his avant-garde metal shirt for a System of a Down shirt and it led to an argument. He ended up being punched to the ground, after which the instigator cut off his ponytaul. Before he bled to death, he declared that the next person who dares to touch his ponytail will die a painful death in the same club where he lost his life." I began to stutter. "No!!! T-t-t-this can't be!" I hurried out of the club.
Two weeks later my mom forced me to get a haircut because I had to visit my grandmother's funeral. I got a girlfriend not much later and spent my Friday nights dancing to synthpop with her instead. Last thing I heard I think was the club got struck by lightning and the guys there just simply thought of me as a poser and invented the invisible ponytail story to scare me off.
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The Man and His Pokémon

I was a bored guy, straight A university student, with the other guys always telling me I'm the King of Pokemon. It's actually boring, having to catch all the Pokemon with knowing what moves go which and stuff. When new games come out, I finish it within a month, catching all the pokemon with all the suitible TM's that go with them. I needed a new Pokemon that captured my heart. I hated how with great attacks, weak Pokemon only faint. So unfair! I felt this with most almost every trainer I battled.
And this is when a lost Zangoose had been spotted. It had unusually big scar acrossed it's belly and it's claws were bloody. As I tried to run, the Pokemon wouldn't let me. So I made it faint. As the next pokemon appeared, it was the same Pokemon! I made it faint countless time. "Help me!" The Pokemon cried, so I caught it and hurred to the pokemon centre.
I clicked on the Pokemon's profile and the description said that this Pokemon was actually the hidden reason of the fued Zangoose and Seviper had that before this Zangoose, they were actually in good terms. "Whap could be actually wrong?" I questioned myself. The murderous eye, the bloody claw, and the creepy smile. Also, the reason for the feud? Sound's like I caught an interesting Pokemon! It never ceased to interest me!
I get it! It's amazing attacking speed despite low level equalled the amount of normal level 100 Zangooses!!!!!! As I tried to level him up, instead of fainting it's enermy, it started to kill Pokemon. "Swellow has been killed!" The computer generated bird keeper started swearing at me for killing the Swellow.
A Zangoose that kills Pokemon? A Pokemon that can cause weaklings to die? Intriguing. I was into the game for three whole days, just like the time I first played the game, except I wasn't defeating Gym Badges and winning Elite Fours. But it was not to be, as he was just killing everyone until all trainers and Pokemon had dissapeared. I got bored again once I killed them all, and I decided to just play another game, until a scary voice scared me from behind.
You done killing people? The Zangoose that kills stood behind me. I was scared. Not because it was my time to die, so why? Why was I scared? Now, is it my time to die? I don't care, this boring world isn't worth breathing for! No, it's time to kill the people in this world... This is not a warning message that I tell people that soon the whole world will die. It's not a death threat either. I can just hear your voices begging me to help me.
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The Man in the Cloak

It was a typical summer night in Philadelphia. I had decided to sleep on the living room floor because it was cooler (or so I had thought). Annoyed by the heat and the difficult decision whether to keep the blanket on or off, I dozed off. I then dreamt I was in an old town dated back in the 19th century.
It was cold and had rained yet the stars in the midnight sky sparkled the wet stone pavement. I was walking down a dark alley looking around for who knows what. I heard someone was walking behind me slowly. Thinking it was just someone who wanted to get by me, without looking, I moved to the side. After a couple of seconds waiting for that person to walk by me, I looked back. No one was there. Hesitantly, I slowly looked forward and there I saw The Man in the Cloak. I could not see his face. Not even the glistening water on the ground reflected his face.
All he wore was a black gentleman's hat, a cloak (not a cape. A CLOAK), and gloves. In his left hand was a knife that was already stained in blood. Drip.. drip.. Scared, I turned and ran off. I couldn't scream or let out a voice. My heart raced as I picked up speed. I looked back and there he was. The Man in the Cloak ran towards me with such speed. I tried to run faster but the faster I ran, the faster he came close to me. The man grabbed my arm, raised the knife, and proceeded to stab my heart.
In my waking life, I had felt a sharp pain in my chest. I continued to dream but I was able to stay "awake". Yet.. I couldn't get up.
As I was dreaming, I screamed as strange liquids gush out of my chest. It was not blood but it was clear. He pulls out the knife and as he was about to stab me again, I pushed him and ran off with my hand on my wounded chest. I still had enough energy to run even though I was soon to pass out. Then, a white flash woke me up completely.
The pain was still there but it was mild. I looked around my living room and had realized it was morning. As I sighed in relief, I went to the bathroom to take a cold shower. I took off my clothes and looked down at my chest. A birthmark shaped like a knife wound was imprinted across my chest. Thinking it was just chocolate that I had ate before sleeping fell on me, I tried scratching it off but it wouldn't scrape off.
Some say birthmarks represent how you were killed in your past life.
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The Man in the Corner

I'm Jacob I guess you could say this is my stor
My family is one that moves every year, new places, new experiences, new people... new stories
This year, we moved to Maine,When we got to the home the neighbors looked at us like aliens. They asked us why we moved into that house. they then proceeded to tell us it was haunted. My parents and sister passed it off as nothing. I however, took it seriously the first night I heard some bumping and footsteps in my room I looked to a corner and saw something move. I just shrugged it off and went to sleep
That day, I went to school and heard MORE stories, I was seriously starting to get scared. " Many people died in that house, especially one we know as the 'Man in the Corner" that's all we know about him, and all the others.."They told me "Really? That's all?" I said "Ayuh" They replied
That night I heard more bumping in the corner, I peeked again, more movement. When I woke up I saw a note in the corner is hear and see things " 2 days." Nothing happened for the rest of that day, and the next night.
I hear it... I see it...It hears me... It sees me...
Dead... they're all DEAD infront of my eyes... it shrieked... it's claw is raising at me... help...
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The Man of the Shadows

Well, typically this is where I'd say... "Oh I've been such a fan of this series blah blah" No. This is where it gets real, this is not some story about a fake game that you'll never see. This is my story, this game terrified me to no end, and to this day, I will never be able to look out of the corner of my eyes with out seeing... "him".  This man was born from the depths of hell, for the sole purpose of revenge.
His sole purpose is to kill, with his blank white eyes and deadly weaponry. All his foes can ever do, is stall the inevitable. Although at the same time, I feel bad for this man. He wants revenge for his family, his friends, they were all murdered in cold blood by a man with ice running through his veins.
This man has made it his life's goal to find this one man, and drag him to hell to suffer eternally, and feel the pain that he had felt when he was in the same situation.
I feel like I am running out of time, I hear feet moving, I am being watched by something I can't see! If you see this man it is already too late. You can't run, you can't hide, for he will just ensnare you with his horrifying chain.
All you can do is stall, stall until you hear his most his raspy, soulless voice screaming at you, wanting blood.
I'm afraid it is too late for me now, he's found me, and I am going to die just like the rest of them. You may wonder who this man is, but he has no true name, he only goes by the name Scorpion. 
Goodbye everyone
"GET OVER HERE"
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The Man that Ate the Cake

Once upon a time, there was a man... Just a normal, everyday man. He was white and had black hair.
One day, a cake came up to that man. The man licked his lips. The cake thought "What?" and he came closer.
And then the man opened his mouth, and he bit him.
He eventually died, and then a skeleton popped out of him.
But what nobody knows was that YOU were that cake and I was the man. The end.
Sweet dreams, cake guy.
P.S THE CAKE IS A LIE
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The Man with the Paper Bag

I'm not here to waste anyone's time so I'll get right into it. My names Oliver and the police asked me to recall and record the events that occurred on February 12th 2006. It was a cold day in Concord, New Hampshire and snow and ice littered the streets; the weather man on Channel 6 had warned about a blizzard that day so I was on my way to a local family owned market to stock the fridge in case I got snowed in. I pulled into the neatly plowed parking lot and zipped up my North Face jacket. As I exited my vehicle I noticed a very sketchy looking man sitting in a Chevy pickup truck looking towards the ground I joked to myself saying "He's probably dead". Anyway I entered the store and walked to the canned goods isle and grabbed some clam chowder and tomato soup. Suddenly I heard screaming from the front of the store. Not much was audible but what I clearly made out was "OPEN THE FUCKING REGISTER!"
I had no idea what to do but hide. I knew the robber had not seen me so I had the upper hand. I crept around the corner of the isle to see what exactly was going on. I saw the store owner, Bob standing behind the register frantically withdrawing dollar bills and handing them to a some what small man holding a machete which looked to be almost as big as him. I was frozen in fear and didn't want to move so I just crouched there motionless. Bob noticed me and stupidly put his fingers in the shape of a phone to his head and mouthed the words "police." Immediately the assailant turned around I noticed he was wearing a suit and a paper bag was over his head and a poorly drawn smiley face. I jumped up and ran to down the isle and I heard footsteps behind me. Sweat poured down my face as I sprinted towards the exit, past Bob who now held a gun. I stopped because I then in that split second believed Bob had the situation under control but I was so wrong. Bob was quite elderly and had osteoporosis which made him overwhelmed by the weight of the weapon. The robber ran in front of Bob and without hesitation swung.
Everything seemed to be in slow motion. As the robber swung, Bob fired and missed. The machete made contact with Bobs throat. Blood hit the register and Bob's frail old body fell to the ground. I smashed through the door and ran to my car. I heard a gunshot and a hot sensation burst through my shoulder. I watched as my bone fragments sprayed out like confetti. I awoke, laying in a ditch on the side of the road. I looked down and saw the gunshot wound was bandaged. I felt my pockets and pulled out a piece of paper; It was a doctors note issued to Ezekiel Spindler it read "Domestic dispute between father (Xander Spindler) led to him to pour propelent on 22-year-old sons face and igniting it. Suffered major 3rd degree burns to neck and face regions. Almost all facial features are unrecognizable. Chances of survival are slim to none." The date was 1987. I wondered what this was for. I stood up and felt a sharp stinging on the left side of my head. I reached around and felt a bloody stump where my left ear used to be.
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The Man with the Problem

There once was a house upon that hill,
The one that's thick with rot.
There once was a man who lived in that house
Who wasted his days in thought.
There was a problem he couldn't solve,
No matter how hard he tried.
He planned on solving that one conundrum
If it took him until he died.
He didn't eat, he hardly slept,
His house was stacked with books and notes.
All he talked about was that problem,
And it was the subject of all he wrote.
Until one day, it came to him,
Like a light bulb being lit.
So tremendous, the power of this revelation
That he was sucked right into it.
Him, his house,
and all his books,
Consumed by his forbidden thought.
So happy was he that he had the answer,
He hardly even fought.
Years later, a new home was built,
Although it could never be sold;
For the man still lived there, though in another dimension,
Wanting the world to be told
That he figured it out.
So he'd leave clues
For those who went in alone.
He'd fog up mirrors or write on the walls,
And he'd say, "I KNOW WHO WAS PHONE."
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The Man with the Shiny Black Mask

I want everyone to know that this is a true story.
I'm a 20 year old guy. I wasn't the one to "believe" in a lot of things until he showed up. The man in the shiny black mask. I still have no idea why he came to me. But anyways, it was an average Seattle night. Cloudy, dark, and cold.
I was in my warm room when I thought I had heard something strange. Like, a whisper from another room or something.
I got up without turning on the lights, and put my ear to the wall. Note, my room is right next to my mom's computer room. Maybe my mom was on the phone? No, she was definitely asleep. The voice I was listening to was a man's voice.
After hearing words like "found" and "kill" I decided I'd call the police. It was then I heard yet another voice. This voice was no human voice, it was demonic. It was like millions of different voices at once, (all in different pitches).
It was incredibly loud whispering and the voices coming from the room next to me was enough for me to call the police. I walked over to my night stand and turned on my lamp. I heard the most horrible thing I'd ever heard when I turned that lamp on. The demonic whispering from the other room grew to screaming.
The voice was screaming, "AWAKE. AWAKE. AWAKE." Over and over. It was too much.
The voices really got into my head and started hurting my ears and brain, then my door flung open. Everything went silent. There, standing in the doorway was a man, with the most awful face I'd ever seen. I soon realized it was a mask, but the most horrific mask I'd ever seen. It was a black mask, shiny too, with an evil, sinister smile on it. The eyes were black, and seemed to look into my soul.
The man's clothing was all black. Black hoodie, black pants, black shoes. He stood there for what seemed like forever, until finally saying,
"No." in the most awful, psychotic, evil voice I've ever heard.
I remember passing out. I'm not sure what I experienced, and I don't know if I want to know. If anyone else has seen this man, I need to be contacted. I woke up the next day with a picture of him on my phone. I have no idea how it got there.
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The Mandalorian Lost Episode

I love The Mandalorian. I have watched each episode 666 times, and I also have 666 LEGO minifigures of every single character. I also have 666 plushies of our god Grogu/Baby Yoda/The Child. I was devastated when the show was canceled and cried for 666 hours.
But recently, I got a notification from Disney+ that said there was a new episode. I shat myself 666 times after seeing the announcement and activated my television immediately.
The episode was simply called, "Mando's New Adventure." I clicked it. It started with the Star Wars theme and took place after the Season 2 finale. It cut to Luke and R2-D2 taking Grogu, but Grogu looked at Luke with a cute stare. Luke's eyes rolled back in his head and turned pitch-black, and R2-D2's head rotated 666 degrees. Grogu broke free and ran back to Mando, hiding behind him. Mando asked what was going on, but then Luke cut through the door with his lightsaber. His entire face was torn off, revealing his skeletal face. Even worse, he was holding his own face in his hand.
Mando shot through Luke's eye, but the eye regrew. My TV started glitching, and then a skeleton popped out. My TV then sucked me in, and Luke pulled out a 666-pound thermal detonator. He used it, and it annihilated the entire universe.
THE END
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