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The Magician

Today was the day we went to see magic.The magician magic king was going live and I had tickets.When I entered I noted that no one else was in the room.the magician walked on stage and screamed "who's excited!"me I yelled my friends yelled the same thing."good"said the magician.
"It's time for the saw the man in half trick!" he yelled before in the blink of an eye my friend was going to be sawed in half but something was wrong my friend was screaming as guts poured out.I almost threw up at the sight then the magician said" now it's time for the escape the underwater box trick.
Another one of my friends stepped towards the stage where he tied up the magician and put him under the water in a flash where my friend had been before the magician was there."Where's my friend"I asked the magician he answered "drowning now who is next."
I looked around no one but me was there I stepped up to the stage I had to get out of here then I thought of something it was my only hope I said"IT'S FAKE!" I screamed "wha"said the magician.
"You did not saw him in half his bottom half was built into the box"The magician hollowed in pain I told more and he screamed more and more then he said "I can't take it anymore and disappeared."I ran out whoever or whatever that was It wasn't the magician I came to see.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
The Mail Box

There's a mail box somewhere in the city which can solve your direst problems.
Which city? That depends on who you ask. There may even be more than one, who knows? Anyway, this mail box isn't emptied anymore – the mail service has completely forgotten about it. But it clings on. It is located in some relatively unlikely place so you won't spot it immediately. Mail you put inside it won't go anywhere.
But the box is special. Write a letter about your most pressing problems to the persons in charge of dealing with it: write to your significant other, your boss, the IRS, and get it all off your chest. Ride yourself into deep shit with that letter. You'll see that the problem will dissolve soon, in some way you hadn't thought likely.
The snag of course is that you can't really be sure whether you have found the right mail box until you try it. And if you haven't things are going to get much worse once your letter gets delivered...
Category:Trollpasta
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Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:SUGGESTED READING
Category:Rituwel
Category:Shortpasta
The Mall Stalker

It was nice day at the mall. Went to Hot Topic, got a sandwich from Subway, and watched a movie. Later on, it was about 11:00 at night. When I left the theater, all of the stores were closed. I then walked down the long walkway in our mall.
Looking at some of the stores closing, I continued to walk down the walkway. When I got at the end of the walkway, I went to go at some of the vending machines. After getting my soda, I then walked to the parking lot. It was dark and hot as when I got out of the mall. I then waited for my dad to pick me up. After I got home, I started staying up. All I do when I'm staying is either watching random YouTube videos or listen to music and look at some art from deviantart.com. I always had an interest of zombies and when I look at zombies, I listen to some metalcore.
"The Devil Wears Prada Zombie EP"
To be exact mostly because of the pressure of the songs, like "Revive"
I always look at zombie pictures, either if they were fictional, like in video games, or if they were eating human flesh. I always liked them and hoped if there was an apocalypse I hoped it had to do with an infection where everyone became cannibals. I then got tired, so I put phone back to charge and I put away my headphones and went to sleep. I then dreamt that I was at my high school, well near my high school.
It was late at night and I was walking. I then saw some guy, who was a student, smoking near the school. Most high schools always had smokers. I never liked smokers or people doing drugs. I felt something strong inside me that I felt like I wanted to eat something. Until then, I saw the guy smoking going away. But out of nowhere, a car was going off the street and it crashed into the electric pole. I then saw the guy running from the crash, not the one who was driving the car. Until then, I grabbed him and pinned him down.
My school was near a river, so I punched him in the under side of the bridge. Punch after punch, his blood was everywhere, even in the water. He was in the water, dead. The water was turning black from the blood. But then, I had that feeling that I wanted to eat... something. I then took the corpse and chomped his face right off. I then opened his rib cage and popped his lungs. I also ate his heart. I then shivered from what I've done. All of a sudden, I woke up. I was scared and shocked. I noticed that it was all a dream. But that was until, I noticed I had blood on my hands and I felt something... in my mouth. I pulled it out and was stunned at what I saw. It was a human finger.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Im died
Category:Read by MichaelLeroi
The Man

One day a man was walking down the road and a boy said to him "hello", and the man didnt say anything back, the boy didnt understand why the man didnt reply, so he went home and stabbed himself in the heart. now, people never walk down that road anymore just incase they see the man.
Category:Beings
Category:SUPR SKAREY IMAG
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Man...

Hello, my name is Alex i go to Maru Middle School. I don't honestly like school, but i do like going outside and playing basketball. One day i was playing basketball with my friends during reccess. My friend johnny, fell down and cut his leg. i took him to the nurse. When i came back from the nurse every one was gone. Not one kid was outside. I checked my watch... it was 20 minuates before the next period. My teacher came out and guided me back to class. I wanted to know what happend outside. So i decided to go back later that night. 
My friend Johnny told me he wanted to come. so later that night we arrived at the playground. But something had changed... i took a closer look at the playground... it was coverd in little bloody handprints. I almost vomited when i saw a T-shirt hanging from a pole, blood dripping down the side. I turned around now faceing the two basketball poles. It took me a second to notice that, we were being watched. I know it wast human... just two glowing eyes just starring at us. I go to take a closer look. Its a man in a black hoodie. 
The man begins to grinn. Which makes us run the hell home. I run to my house and i lock the door. I just rememberd, JOHNNY!. I take a quick peek. Johnny is being mauled to death. the man looks at me now grinning. The man stands up and walks away. Which was weird, if it killed johnny then why not me?. I try to get some sleep but i have alot of trouble. I hear demonic breating as if the man is resting on my neck. I can't stand anymore of this shit, i snap up and i see the Man in my door way. 
All i saw before i died was the face of the devil.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Crappy ms paint drawings
Category:Shortpasta
The Man Behind You

You know that feeling when you feel like you are being watched? You are.
There is always a essence of some sorts behind you, or in your blind spot. Rumor has it that if you were to look at it for even one second, that you would lose your eyes. They would be torn straight from your skull and piled onto a collection of any poor bastards' eyes who saw the terror.
Nobody is really sure what it is. It could be a demon, or a shadow, or some ghost. Nobody can see your demon, they can only see their own.
I've heard that it is almost impossible to see it though. If you turn around, It's behind you, it always is. If you hide in the corner of the room, it is above you. If you look up, it's in front of you. It is always where you aren't looking. Cameras can't capture it, nothing can except your eyes.
It follows you through life, if you think you're alone, it loves that. You might want to think twice when doing something alone, because the longer you are alone, the closer it gets, until one day, it finally gets you, and you disappear from existence.
I've spent almost all my life alone, and I don't have long left. I am just warning you, don't stay alone for long.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
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Category:Shortpasta
The Man I Couldn't See

Once, I had an unfortunate run in with a scary man. This was no ordinary man, he was big and muscular. I ran into him, and he started waving his hand in front of his face, no doubt trying to cast a black magic spell on me. And then, he disappeared. I couldn't see him, but I could feel his presence. This was confirmed when I heard a voice that said, "You can't see me, but I'm here. And I will never leave. I will follow you forever, never giving up. My time is now. Your time is up." 
So, you're probably wondering who this man is. His name... His name is...
Category:Trollpasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Beings
Category:Memes
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
The Man In The Center Of The Road

When I woke up from sleeping, the newspaper was on my nightstand. Who put the newspaper there? I asked myself. The transparent wrapping on the paper had dirt, and something similar to blood. I opened the paper carefully and the main article said "Crazy Killer On The Loose!" They had to be joking. This always happens in cheesy horror movies. They read the newspaper, they go investigate, get trapped, and DIE. I decided to read the article and it had an interview with a "victim" of his nickname "The Man In The Center Of The Road".
I laughed. This could not be true. I kept reading the article and they had a picture of him. That's when I stopped reading. He looked like a little kid in a mask. I threw the paper away and went to Starbucks to get some coffee. When I was going back home, I noticed an unusual figure by my street lane. I asked my neighbors and they said they didn't see anything. I guess my mind was playing tricks on me.
I went to bed earlier than I usually did.
I shouldn't have.
Hell, even staying up all night sounded better than what happened.
You want to know what happened?
When I was going to bed I kept hearing noises outside my house. I lived alone, so I was kind of freaked out. I looked out the window and I saw the same mysterious figure by my window. I called my friend and asked him I if I could spend the night at his house because I kept hearing and seeing stuff. He thought I was crazy but I did not care. When I was going to sleep in his house someone kept knocking on the door. I told my friend to go open the door and so he did.
I heard a loud bang on the floor.
He was dead.
I ran to his bathroom and I locked the door.
Someone was here.
"Helloooooo?" he said. "Who are you?" I yelled. "I am the man in the center of the road."
I was shocked. It was true! He is real!
He ran and broke open the door. He looked like the person in the news article. He had a bloody knife in his hand. He made a horrible, evil smile. I was scared and almost crying. I didn't know what to do. I pushed him and ran outside. I was driving to the police station, but then he was there.
The man in the center of the road.
I got on full speed and I was there at the police station. I ran in and told the police. They told me to go hide in their "secret room".
I hid in there for an hour. When I got out, everyone was gone, including the man.
The man in the center of the road.
You might be next.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:Old Shit
The Man In The Dark

I was in a local antique shop recently and found myself in its movie section. I've always enjoyed purchasing the random home made movies on VHS tapes.
However, on my last trip to this section, I stumbled upon a video tape that laid back behind the rest of the other tapes pushed up against the shelf wall. The tape had a somewhat crude label on it, written in quite sloppy handwriting on the front in sharpie.
The tape is a mystery to me, as it includes many subliminal and ultimately disturbing scenes. These scenes are spaced out within the video tape and seem to follow no kind of chronological order. I have split them up into two videos. I will leave them here for you all to study.
I will contine to post my findings as I review the tape.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:TELAVISHUN
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
The Man Inside His House

It was a time of day during a day of the week and I had just finished screaming at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. ‘Well now’ I began to think to myself ‘All that screaming sure has worked me up an appetite.’ I finished thinking to myself and descended down the stairs.
Entering the kitchen I was shocked to find nobody there, which is strange because I live alone. It was a good day to be wearing my pastel blue sock so I began gathering ingredients and utensils from the places I keep them. Tins, cartons, pots, pans and packages of all kinds strewn over the counter in preparation.
I sat down before the cozy fireplace within my living room, taking a bite out of an apple, the flames slowly began to take a new course, twisting from their source and shuffling over blackening logs until eventually, it appeared as though the flames had formed a mouth, and suddenly a voice spoke.
“Have a lovely evening”. The voice said strained yet compelling. Immediately thereafter the flames extinguished in an extremely pollutant cloud of black smoke and ember.
I awoke to find I had probably passed out and possibly thrown up on myself a number of times. ‘Fucking hell no. Not again’ I thought to myself this time and made haste for the nearest mirror.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Man Who Kept On Pooping

A few years ago, there was a man. He was out with his friends, totally drunk for the night. When he woke up, he was on a toilet. "What the fuck, man?" said the man. It was no use trying to escape his porcelain chair. His ass was glued to the toilet by his shit. His anus just kept leaking diarrhea. The endless shitting was painful, and the shit slowly got bloodier. He called for help, and his friend Mark came to the bathroom and opened the stall. "Why are you on that toilet seat?" "I don't know," the man replied worryingly. "I just can't stop pooping." "Maybe this will explain your conundrum", Mark stated while giving the man a box. The man opened up the box, and what was inside haunted him.
In the box were a hundred used coupons for Taco Bell.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Title that makes babbies laugh
Category:Potty Humor
Category:Shortpasta
The Man Who Lives In My Body

When I was a wee lad, I once read a book about human biology, and inside was... a... 
SKELETON
But then the dark times came and washed over my body, metal and burger juice pour over me while I scream into the void of SKELETON (not to be confused with Skeleton without the uppercase) 
So remember, if you ever see a skeleton book, never buy it, you're life will become spooked
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Skeletons
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Man Who Looked Down: NRA Edition

Once upon a time I was watching some videos on YouTube with my 22-year-old girlfriend because we were bored and we found a video called The Man Who Looked Down. It was just a creepy guy looking at the screen. We couldn't stop watching it for 5 minutes but when my dad forced me to stop watching it was 3 hours after. Thanks, Obama!
So anyway after that I kept thinking I saw weird shapes out of the corner of my eye. I swear it was that pinko fuck from that video. Also, my pet bald eagle went missing. This is when I actually got scared. So one day I went to my girlfriend's house and what do you know, the creepy man was there and he was attacking her. 
Luckily I had my sawed off shotgun like any self respecting American should so I shot the monster and he died. 
The end.
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Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
Category:Shortpasta
The Man Who Loved Spaghetti

Once there was a lonely man. He always dreamed of having a son. One day, he cooked a bowl of spaghetti with great care and immediately got attached. He didn't care that it was inanimate food but he pretended it was his child and loved it deeply. he even taped a name tag to it that said "Parry the Pasta". The spaghetti soon grew mold but the man simply thought of it as "pasta puberty". Yes, this man was not very bright, but at least he was happy. Then one terrible day, the man carelessly knocked over the bowl and spilled it all over the floor. To his horror, he realized he just murdered his one and only child. THE END.
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Category:Wall of Text
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
The Man Who Murdered Santa Claus

Did you ever take a turtle apart
To see what makes it tick.
Did you ever kill a small child
By beating it with a stick.
Do you like to step on the ants you see
As you walk along the road.
Did you ever tear the wings off a butterfly
And feed it to a toad.
Do you ever do mean and cruel things
Then stand there and snidely laugh.
Like catching a great big snake
And cutting him in half.
Or setting fire to a cat that
You dipped in kerosene.
If you have done all these things
You are still not really mean.
Compared to the man who
Murdered Santa Claus.
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Category:Holidays
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:That just raises more questions!
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Category:YT Readings
Category:Pointless Violence
The Man Who Skipped Leg Day

There was a man who we will call Legger to protect his identity. His real name was Michael Talun.
Legger was obsessed with lower body muscles, so for him, leg day was every day.
He skipped work to work out. He skipped dates with his girlfriend to work out. He skipped his illegitimate son's birthday just to work out.
Anyway, one day, Legger, who now had amazing leg muscles, got the flu, and his doctor advised him to skip leg day just this one time.
Legger sighed and agreed.
So, he skipped leg day, but the next day, his leg muscles were all gone!
His legs were now skinnier than a malnourished man with hepatitis and malaria.
His legs were so skinny that his leg bones broke free and tried to kill him!
Legger fought against his leg bones for a long time, and then the leg bones kicked his neck really hard, paralyzing him from the neck down!
His huge muscles then faded away because of him being paralyzed and therefore being unable to work out.
He got super skinny, and his ENTIRE SKELETON broke out of his body!
When the skeleton forcefully left Legger's body, it also took most of his vital organs, killing him instantly.
Now, if you ever skip leg day, you will die just like Legger...
...BECAUSE THERE IS A SPOOKY SKELETON INSIDE YOU!!
How do I know? Well, I skipped leg day once and now I'm dead and my skeleton is working as the manager of a Starbucks...
I AM THE GHOST OF LEGGER'S GHOST'S GHOST
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Man Who Was Stalking Us

I went for a hike up the mountain with anthony, chris, lewis, simon, alex, jonathan, zoey, alan, michael, rodney and sam. all of us were in our 20s and had been friends for many years by that point
We made it to the top of the mountain and there we made camp.
That night something happened to simon cuz we woke up there was nothing but blood in his tent.
alex said it was normal for people to turn into blood on mountains so we just kept going up the mountain.
We stayed for another night and that night alex and jonathan both disappeared. we later found alexs pealed off skin hanging on a thorn bush. im still not sure why he just left his skin behind like that.
it was at this moment in time that sam told he saw a man stalking us since we started the hike. we got scared and decided to return home.
but to get back we would have to spend the night on the mountain again.
that night sam woke us up by screaming. he said a man had entered his tent and tried to cut his penis off with an axe.
we all were very scared and decided to get off the mountain that night.
this is where the scary part of the story occurs.
ALONG THE WAY I SHIT MY PANTS CUZ LEWIS SAID WE CANT STOP FOR SHITTING. I HAD TO WALK FOR SIX HOURS WITH SHIT IN MY PANTS. I COULDNT EVEN PAY ATTENTION TO WHERE I WAS WALKING AND ALMOST TRIPPED AND FELL. IMAGINE IF THAT HAD HAPPENED I WOULD HAVE SPRAYED SHIT EVERYWHERE GROSS.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Potty Humor
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
The Man Who Was Terrified Of Fireworks

There was a average man who went to bed and nine and woke up at six. He would shower, get changed, and drive to work. At five thirty every day his grey SUV would pull up in his drive way with him stepping out and walking to his front door. He would eat his dinner, usally speghetti or chinese, while reading the newspaper. He would then work on any extra work he has to do then watch his favourit TV show. He would brush his teeth and go to bed. One night, however, when going to bed he heard fireworks. This didn't necessaryly scare him but he knew it would keep him up later. He lied in bed listening to the fireworks boom above him and shake his bed. After about thirty minutes it seemed to have stopped but just as he was falling a sleep the loudest firework went off, making him prop up. It was quite for a couple seconds giving the man a chance to clam down but another firework roared from outsied even louder then the last. With the new firework a hand flew out from benth his bed. He was mortifed as a man scrambled out from benth his bed dropping ropes and a knife from his hands. The man raced away into the dark hall as if he was running for his life. That man was terrified of fireworks.
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Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
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