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HeLpMe

I was trying to watch videos from YouTube normally when I went to sleep somewhere near the computer. My computer turned back on automatically. The computer had the "death" skull on it which scared me, but it disappeared and then turned on normally. There was a new program called "HeLpMe.exe". Shutdown options were useless, and other programs just opened the picture of the same death skull. So HeLpMe.exe was the only option. HeLpMe.exe, unlike others, was a .bat file.
I was like "Is this a joke or something?" Then it displayed a message that said "DIE QUICKLY". It scared me because I was the only person awake. The death skull appeared over my whole screen unlike the other programs, and then my computer restarted. It was on my CD information, but the CD was named "HeLpThEmIrRoR". I looked back on the computer again, and there were dead people appearing. I faced them and they would open their mouths horribly as if they had motion sensors.
I looked back then at the computer again. The dead people disappeared and the CD turned normal, the information was normal. I heard voices saying, "Thank you for helping me". Then the computer shut down. I went back to sleep but I was still shocked about how this happened. I checked if it would still happen but all shutdown options functioned normally and the loading/program functioned normally. A final voice appeared when I activated HeLpMe the 2nd time and it said, "This has been a FEAR VIRUS production, thank you for surviving this furious temporary virus! Oh yeah, this appears at one random computer every 2:30 AM and 11:35 PM." Then HeLpMe deleted itself.
But anyways, what is that program on your desktop?
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
He Caused His Own Fate

It in the 5th grade. I was attached to him. His name was Christian. But one day I saw him with a girl. You only need two words to describe her: ugly, and tomboy. I immediatly knew that there would be trouble soon. I was right.
The ugly tomboy, or Emily, was talking crap about me, so I got pissed. I went up to her and said, "you can't deny the truth for much longer, stop playing innocent." Emily is really sensitive, so she started crying. Wow. Then Christian yelled at me to shut up. This is where everything got worse. He ignored me, only to fight with me on the internet. I went into great depression. I looked in the mirror, seeing a ferocious smile form across my face. I knew what I had to do.
It's one in the morning. I stayed up a long as I could, but soon, I drifted off slowly, only to suddenly wake up to the sound of my door slamming. I got up with a jolt. I turned on my phone, and the light shone on my face. I squinted my eyes, and made out the numbers... 1.. 0.... 0.. One in the morning. I felt a breeze blow on me as I got out of bed. I put on a sweater and changed into some jeans. I slowly tip-toed downstairs, and grabbed a kitchen knife. I grabbed the sharpest one I could find. I couldn't drive, I was only 13, so I got on my bike and rode down to Christian's house. The door was unlocked. All of the lights were off. I crept into his room, knife in my hand. I hesitated for a moment, clutching my knife close to me, but then I heard my conscious told me, "He caused your depression. Don't hesitate, kill him." I stabbed him multiple times, blood spattering all over the room. I saw lights turn on from another room. I took the heaviest thing I could find, and I smashed the window.
I jumped out, and got a few cuts, but I was fine. I fell face first, getting even more cuts. I was determend to keep going on. I got on my bike and rode away. I got home, and parked my bike outside and slowly crept inside. I went upstairs and looked in the mirror. I saw a sentence across my arm, a cut. It said: "You have caused your own" I knew exactly what would end the sentence. I took out my knife and cut the word, "fate" in my arm. 
I soon ran away, being searched for by police. Well, they never found me. Because I found them.
My name was Kat. I am now Killer Kat. Lock your doors at night or you don't know what can happen.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Not Sure if Troll or Trying to Be Serious
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:English Class Failure
He Is Everywhere

Wherever you go, if you look carefully, very carefully, you will see him. He follows everyone, everywhere. But if you have seen him or talked about him, he will not leave you alone. Every moment you are alone, he will appear in front of you. He will not hurt you, he will just stare at you with his giant red eyes. You will become insane, he will bring you to the point of suicide.
I was 12 years old, walking home from school, it was just another day. My friends were being stupid, talking about this guy who watches you always, little did I know they were right. I meant nothing of it. The next day, I had just got to school when my teacher pulled me out of class, saying one of my friends, Liam, had committed suicide, leaving a note saying the man was too much for him; watching him all night.
He had left a brief description of him: giant red eyes, no arms and no mouth. The rest of the day, class was silent, I was thinking, 
"What would happen if I found him?" I decided not to find out.
One year later, I was alone in my house, I walked past my mirror and thought I saw something. I looked at it for a while....
"No, it can't be," I mumbled to myself "it's just my mind playing tricks."
I saw a thing which matched the description of my friend's suicide note. After that point, I was seeing him everywhere. I think I made it worse by looking 'him' up on the internet.
That was 16 years ago, since then my life has really gone to shit, I have become completely obsessed with him, drawing him, looking at him in the night. It feels... it feels like we are some sort of friends. NO! This is what he does to you, he draws you in, and then you kill yourself. I know I haven't got long until it completely consumes me. Neither have you, you know of him now. You have little time left.
This was the note found at the scene of the suicide, pinned to the body hanging from the ceiling. This insane man was in need of treatment, but never... Wait... What the fuck is that thing?
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:That just raises more questions!
Category:Beings
Category:Suicide
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
He Knows If You Been Bad.

Did you hear about what happened to Sue from accounting? What I hear is that she went insane. This happened about a week ago. Apparently what happened was her husband was away on a business trip, he decided to cut it short and come home on Christmas Eve to surprise her. When he did, he found her on the kitchen floor with scratches all over her body, clutching a knife. All he could get out of her was "Santa" over and over the name "Santa". The next day, Sue's husband was arrested for attempted murder. Apparently what happened was he had hired this Santa impersonator to go and scare her a little and then off her! All of this so he could carry on with the affair he was having. He would have gotten away with it except that on Christmas Day he makes this phone call to 911, telling the operator that Santa was trying to kill him. Crazy huh? But the fact is, this prompted a full confession out of him. They say he now sits in his cell hysterical, claiming that Santa is coming to kill him.
, 18 March, 2014
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Holidays
Category:THERY
Category:TRUE STORY
Category:Read by HoodoHoodlum
Category:Shortpasta
He comes...

He comes...
...nobody cares...
...he knocks...
...everything fall silent...
...he walk through the door...
...everybody screamed...
...he kills them with no mercy...
...his laughter covers the screams...
...he pick up the bodies...
...carry them to the cellar...
And throws them to the mashy spike plates.The meat is over.He greets to Wheatley and bake the meat zo the 180 degrees.Later,the telephone rings and the conversation begins:
"Wut r you doin with my frienz?"
"Shut up,WHO.I need to watch the fricking horror movies."
"You brouk my pers-"
"Goodbye loser.And yes,I kissed with your daughter."
After that,the telephone rings again.
"What the fuck is now?!" he shouted.
"Yo,WAZZZUP!"
"What the...Who da hell is now?"
"Me!Shorty!"
"Oh,it's you.So how have you been?You know,after you BANNED ME FROM CREEPYPASTA?!"
"Whata fuck are you talkin' about?That was some motherfucker in the library.I forgot to sign off my account."
"Ha ha,Shorty.When you started to go to the library?Wait....YOU DID WHAT???"
"Erm...Nothing.So would you like to go to my place?I have a 10 hour marathon that Dolan spits on Fluttershy and other ponies and princesess."
"No way,you know I hate that cartoon for little girls!"
"But I have weed-"
"I DON'T CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE!!!"
And then,he breaks the phone.The meat is over because aroma is in the air!
After that,he pick up the beers and he decided to watch marathon of horror movies.
THE END!!!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:SMOKE WEED ERRYDAY
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
He had so many teeth

Last night I woke up to see a man standing at my window. He was smiling down at me with a mouth full of too many teeth.
"Yo I think you need to see a dentist," I said before rolling over and trying to fall back asleep.
He lifted a finger that was far too long to be a human finger and started tapping on the glass.
"Man that can't be right, you really should see a doctor."
"I... Don't... Have... Insurance," he rasped.
Then his head started turning 360 degrees like in the exorcist or some shit. At that point I realized a doctor probably couldn't fix whatever his problem was. So made him a sandwich but I snuck in some garlic because garlic kills all those weird ass creatures. Right?
Well I left the sandwich on my front door and he ate it but he didn't die. Now he won't stop tapping on my window. I think the sandwich only energized him. What do I do??? HELP??? I'm kinda scared now. Do you think he can pick locks with his extra long finger?
Help. Please.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
He is Awoken

One day, at 3 AM at night, police cars and fire trucks rolled up to a horrible fire. The location was Fazbear's Fright, a horror attraction inspired by the mysteries of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Minutes later, as the fire was weakening, a black muscle car rolled into the parking lot. A man walked out of it and examined the accident. A policeman asked him who he was. "Detective Jacob Schmidt" he said. Jacob stared into the flames, looking for a sign. "What are you doing?" said the officer. "Looking for clues," he said, "Sometimes you can find what you need by staring into the subject". "Okay" the policeman said, walking away. Suddenly, the detective heard a mechanical noise through the flames. Something's moving. Someone's alive. He turned to where the noise came from and saw a horrendous sight. What he saw was what appeared to be a yellow colored robot with two long ears, one of them broken. A rabbit. It's eyes were glowing white and pieces of the costume burned off as it walked towards Jacob. "Step out of the fire with your hands up!" he said. No reply. It just kept shuffling out of the fire. As the robot exited the inferno, a noise could be heard. "I'm still here". The robot closed in on the detective. It wanted to kill. It wanted to kill him. As the robot drew near, Jacob reached at his belt for his gun, a military grade Five-Seven pistol, and pointed it at the robot. "State your name if you can, you freak!" he shouted. "V-Vincent..." the robot said. Jacob thought for a second. "There's no way a human could survive something like this. Unless..." It clicked. The robot was posessed. The soul was the killer involved in The Missing Children Incident. Jacob saw no other option but to open fire. As he shot, blood drops came from the bullet holes. One clip later, it was still moving, almost to Jacob. He saw only one other option. He rolled up his sleeve to reveal a holster, carrying a combat knife. He drew the blade and approached the robot. He then proceeded to attack the abomination. Piercing the shell on the robot, he relentlessly stabbed until it fell to it's knees. He then took his gun and put a bullet in all of it's body parts, including the head. No movement. It- no, he- was dead. Jacob then holstered his weapons and proceeded to his car. "My job is done", he said. An officer confronted him. "What kind of detective carries military grade firepower?!" Jacob looks at the officer. "One who's father has a history with the business. He backed out and drove off down the street. In his car, he looked at a picture of his father. He was wearing a security guard's uniform with a name tag on it. "Mike". He glanced at the photo one more time and said, "That was for you, Dad."
Category:Bad Fanfiction
Category:Vidya games
Category:Wall of Text
He knows what's best

One day in Teletubby land, a man called J. Savile showed up and stole a boy.
The boy woke up in an abandoned factory strapped to a rusty metal table and saw a pair of thugs watching over him, they looked menacing. One of them wielded a hook and was licking his lips, the other one wore a clown mask and held a saddle. 
Suddenly, the room turned black as all of the lights went off, it was illuminated suddenly by the flash of a television turning on. On the television was Michael Jackson explaining life.
The boy listened, hoping to find an answer.
But the video went on for hours on end, the boy soon felt he was struck by something blunt and he fell unconscious.
When he awoke, he was still on the table and the thug with the clown mask and saddle was removing the boy's clothes, he unstrapped him and placed the saddle on his back, the thug with the hook spoke in a Scottish accent,
"Do what he says laddie, he knows what's best..."
Suddenly, J. Savile entered. He was wearing a tight leather outfit and wore red glasses, he smoked a cigar and had a bandolier of small eels. He sat on the saddle on the boy's back and began to strike him with one of the many, many eels.
The boy ran as fast as he could on all fours as J. kept beating him, he ran into the open area of the factory, the floor was littered with sludge, sweet, sweet sludge.
After multiple days of this punishment, he found himself strapped to the table again, the thug that bore the hook used it to tear him in half.
Le End
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Suicide
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
He lived in a pineapple under the sea

Hello dear Reddit. I apologize for any spelling and grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.
Two nights ago, I unwrapped a new sponge. I used it to wash dishes after dinner and put the sponge in a basket beside the sink. But when I returned later, the sponge was inside the sink. I put the sponge back in the basket. I looked again and the sponge was standing up in the basket. It was very strange.
The next morning, the sponge was not there. I searched for it under the dish rack but it was not there. Who would have taken a sponge?
I found my sponge in the bathroom sink. I spoke to it. "Sponge, why are you there?"
I was very scared because the sponge grew eyes and lips. The eyes were round like coins and the mouth had two teeth. I was even more scared because the sponge was wearing pants and a red power tie.
"Boy, this sink needs a wash," said the sponge. "Use me! I'm ready."
I was so very scared but it was also true: the sink was dirty. So I added soap and washed the sink with the talking sponge.
The sponge started to laugh in a horrible manner. "Bahahahahaha! That was fun!"
I was so scared I tossed the sponge in the toilet. It did not flush. It only clogged the toilet and I was forced to pull it out with my hand.
The sponge now had long arms and hands! The hands had four fingers each! Why? Why it has arms and hands, and why only four fingers?
"Sponge, you are cursed," I said. The sponge made spooky ghost sounds. I hit the sponge.
"Ouch!" Then it threatened me. "I know karate! Hi-ya!"
"Devil sponge, you do not threaten me. This is my house." I took the sponge and cut it up in the garbage disposal.
After this, I felt sad. I feel I had killed a living thing, and that is wrong. I prayed to God for forgiveness and searched for answers on the internet.
While searching I was very surprised. The talking sponge is a famous cartoon! Now I feel even more sad. I have killed a beloved children's character. May God forgive me.
Then I started to feel strange. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and saw I am now very yellow. That is not good. My pores looked very big as well. I decided to call a doctor the next morning.
But when I woke up my pores are so big I can put a finger through one! I look like Swiss cheese! Each time I look in the mirror, I look more and more unlike myself. I am now completely square and I ripped my pants.
The doctor said to make a appointment and go to hospital if I am very sick. I do not know if I am very sick. I do not feel ill. I am only different.
I think I am becoming sponge.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:SpongeBob
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
He watches me

I was on my computer one time, I was only trying to find any cool websites on the dark web. Then I saw a link that said:
"www.meat_sehctaw_eh.com"
I clicked on the link and it led me to a page with a head of a boy on it. He said in the chat:
"Hi, I'm Sehctaw Eh"
"Hi, I'm Ella." I put it in the chat.
We talked for hours and hours until I put down:
"Ok, I gotta go."
"Ok, come bake aegean friend" he cheated.
I was then playing fnaf on my laptop until, in the cameras I saw a weird human person strangeling the animatronics. Then I saw that it was Sehctaw Eh. I got out of the game and tried to play candy crush. Then weird text appeared that said:
"Now this is a cute game, how do you win?"
I then closed my laptop in fear. I tried to figure out what his name meant until I realized that his name was how you spell he watches. I then got back on my laptop and blocked the website. The next day, I got a gmail that it said it was from Sehctaw Eh that asked:
"Why did you block me? You can't get rid of me that easily, I watch you through the laptop."
Then he sent me a picshed of him but it's all black and white with blood coming out of his eyes. I then thought that enough was enough so I threw out my laptop, and got a new one. I don't know if he is still out on the web or not, but I know onething. I'm done looking through the dark web.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Beings
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Crappy ms paint drawings
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
Head-Slayer42

One day I was playing minecraft on my xbox. I got bored so I looked at my friend list to see if they were on. None of them were, but I found a mysterious name: Head-slayer42. Huh. I remember some kid from school telling me about there Xbox name being that. I never accepted the request though...
Later that day, I called him just to see who he was. He answered, but there was only static. I thought I could make out a whisper saying help, but I really just wanted to meet the guy. "Hi?" I said, trying not to be scared. "Wanna play minecraft?
The strange whisper only said what I can make out as "oooohhhhh.... I love games....." I was really freaked out. "Let's play, mark..." (Mark is my name).
Without doing anything, minecraft booted up and I was in a netherrack cage. There were signs everywhere saying " welcome to death', but I didn't buy it.
Suddenly, my minecraft showed Steve, his head inflating. I was starting to get a headache, too.it was getting worse as Steve's head grew. "You wonder why they call me heads slayer, huh?"
By this point, my head was ready to explode, just like Steve's. It might've, but I blacked out after one loud demonic laugh by the one known as head-slayer42
Later that night, I was in the hospital. My mom told me there was blood everywhere in my room and that the tv was shut off. She also said there was a hole in the tv the shape of a potato that was the size of mah butt
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:Minecrap
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
Headbangers Ball - 444

So in 1987 there was a show on MTV called "Headbangers Ball" which showcased heavy metal culture by playing music videos and holding interviews with metal bands. Unfortunately, there was only one season. But one day, my father in-law gave me a VHS. The label read "Headbangers Ball- 444". I was confused and asked him where he got this tape. "I have a buddy who worked on the show. Apparently, this is footage that was made before the show got cancelled.," he explained. I got excited and ran up to my bedroom, where my husband's VCR was. I turned on the TV and pushed the tape into the VCR. I got on the bed and laid on my stomach, excited for some never-before-seen footage of "Headbangers Ball". What I saw was terrible.
The title card looked like it was made in the most half-assed way possible, as if a child drew it with black and orange crayon. It said "MTV, Headbangers Maul". I got a closer look at the title car. "This can't be right." I thought as a sped-up version of the Metallica song "One" played during the intro. This whole thing baffled me. After the intro the screen just turned blue. "Normal VHS behavior." I joked to myself before the screen went back to normal. There was an interview with GWAR, a band known for their grotesquely detailed costumes and outrageous concerts. One of the band members, Oderus Urungus, grabbed a chair and hit another member, Sylmenstra Hymen, in her head. It didn't look staged, either. Sylmenstra screamed in pain and bled all over the floor and on Oderus' feet. Oderus just laughed and laughed until the screen went to black. After 5 minutes of hearing static, the number 444 flashed on the screen. It was silent for another 5 minutes, then the interview came back on, but Sylmenstra was gone. Oderus was still there, but he was completely wrecking the set. The camera panned to his angry face. "FUCK. THIS. STUPID. SHOW." he growled before slapping the camera out of the cameraman's hands and the screen cut to static. 
I was horrifed, so I called my husband to come home from work. An hour later, he came home and I showed him the video. But it was a normal episode with normal music videos and segments. "I don't understand what's wrong with it. Maybe you're seeing things, sweetie." he said, giving me a sympathetic kiss. "I'm not seeing things! I swear I saw a murder on this tape." I replied anxiously, pointing to the TV. It suddenly turned off and all we could hear was heavy, hungry-sounding breathing coming from the speakers. A few minutes later, more sound came from the speakers. "Aww, what a cute couple. You're nothing but stupid fleshbags, and you, like all humans, deserve to die!" It was Oderus Urungus. My husband and I ran out of our bedroom screaming. Before we could leave the house, I hit my head on a banister by the stairs and fell. My husband stopped and carried me to the car, and we drove as far away as we could. Now, we don't watch TV or listen to music at all, because we're just too afraid of experiencing something like this again. 
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Music
Headless Boy

Ok... about one year ago I saw something that made me cry myself to sleep. I saw a headless boy that looked like my brother. This thing was outside my door just standing there. Then the next night he was there again. But this time he was closer. I wanted to touch it but I was scared. After that night I never saw the headless boy again.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Beings
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta