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The Handsaw

It was a seemingly Normal March 1st at about 1 A.m, I was watching YouTube on phone. My brother was gone that night, at his friend Tristan's House. While I opened up a Video, my phones YouTube lagged and had to stop. This happened commonly, so I started playing Temple Run, but when I got to about 140,000 points, something caught my eye.
It seemed to be a figure with something in its hand, I froze. With my eyes closed, I could hear footsteps, as if something was walking away. I opened my eyes, and the figure was gone. I decided it was just my eyes playing tricks on me, so I continued my Temple run game losing at about 340,000 points. After that, I went to my YouTube channel and saw a new video. "What the heck?" I said, seeing the video.
The video depicted my room, dark, with no lights on. In the video was the same figure I saw earlier, in the same place. Thanks to the detailed video, however, I saw the figure. I'm guessing it was a bearded man, holding a handsaw.
I ran to the bathroom and turned on the light, being sure to lock the door. I then heard a rumbling sound.
"IT'S HIM!" I exclaimed grabbing my cat's litter box and placing it in front of the door.
I also placed the trash can in front of the door, in hopes to keep whatever was in there out. I stated climbing out the window and somehow the man had already gotten in. As soon as I began to make a jump for it, he grabbed me.
Then... I woke up...
I got on my phone, opened up my channel on YouTube, and Saw a video showing my room, with the man in the background...
==Alternate ending==
Going back to when I tried to make my escape, I managed to hit him in the face somehow, making him drop the handsaw on his foot, he screamed while I ran down the stairs, crying in fear.
I ran to my friend's house, wearing only my pajama bottoms. I repeatedly rang the doorbell until the door was finally opened to reveal the psychotic man. It soon dawned on me that this was my friend's father... Who he said had recently escaped prison... who just happened to have a beard...
...And loved Handsaws.
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The Handsome Man

I saw 1.00945 inches of a handsome man's muscles today. I immediately fell to my knees, as the rush of dopamine signaling my impending earth-shattering orgasm started making me moan loud enough to deafen everyone in the immediate vicinity.
What followed was a torrential downpour of every single sperm cell I ever have or ever will produce, shot out so hard that my dick was ripped apart by my übernut accelerating to 5% the speed of light by the time it left my urethra.
It vaporized the man as it punched right through him, barely slowed, before cutting through a structural support beam in the school as if it were a nuclear-powered angle grinder.
The sheer weight of this historical nut, combined with the total destruction of everything in its path, caused the school to collapse, and every female in the state of Illinois to fall pregnant with my children.
When the final death toll was tallied, there were 146 deaths, 458 injuries, and over 4 million pregnancies.
As I lay dying under the rubble of my high school, I rest easy, knowing every one of my sons will repeat my glorious actions.
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The Handsome Young Man

Don't ever go to the cemetery by yourself. If you do, you'll have to answer to him.
He's a gorgeous young man who'll try to sweet-talk you. If you remain silent and walk away, he'll pester you for a while, but he'll eventually leave. If you respond, consider yourself doomed. You'll try hard to resist his charm, but if you make eye contact, you're his. Then, he'll start asking you various questions. They may seem innocent at first, as if he's genuinely trying to get to know you better. But after a while, the questions start getting stranger and stranger.
He'll start inquiring about death, asking you very morbid things.
The handsome young man will walk you to a grave. Whatever you do, just don't ask how that person died.
Or else you'll be next.
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The Happy Butcher Couple

Not to long ago lived a happy Butcher couple. They would wake up early every morning preparing meat to sell to the customers, Their business went well for quite a while. One day their business was not going very well like before, they had started losing costumers and they were not making enough money. They were sad. A couple of days later the husband didn't come to sell meat like he always did, days past and the husband still didn't show up. Yes, it is sad, but suddenly the costumers started suddenly coming back saying the meat tasted even better than before.
Care for some meat, anyone?
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The Harbor

I'm Danica, I live near the sea, and where there's a sea, there's a harbor. My house is 2 blocks away from the harbor. No one liked the harbor. There was a massacre there. The news was known worldwide. A wealthy family was murdered, all of them died. They were 4, a Grandfather, a mother, and 2 children. I would rush every time I'd pass that place, it gives me the chills.
One Day, I was running then when the point of the Harbor came, I saw a woman...
I froze as she walked towards me. She was right in front of me.
"Hello! I'm Karen! What's your name? " She said it with a grin on her face... That grin scares the fuck out of me. So I said:
"Uhm... I'm Danica. I don't see you here often..."
"I'm here all the time."
Those words paralyzed me... So I said.
"Doesn't this place creep you out?"
"Why should be scared? I live here."
LIVE HERE. Oh god... nonononononono... It can't be.
"What's your last name?"
"Williams..."
I was terrified. I ran. I ran as fast as I could going to our house.
I hate it. I hate how I even bothered talking to her.
It's Karen. Its the 22 year old that died in the murder.
I ran into the house. I locked the door. I ran into my room. My mom had no idea what was happening. I ran into my room and locked the door. And there she was, happily waiting for me, with a knife in her hand...
Then I woke up... But even if it was a dream. I feel a presence. In my room. Staring at me.
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The Hat

Fifty years ago there was a hat that just sat on a table.
Everyone knew the hat was there, but know body knew why.
David decided to try on the hat, but he dropped dead seconds later because the hat ate his brain.
OH NO! everyone said as David was dead.
Ryan didn't say oh no, and being the stud he was, he decided to wear the hat because he wanted everyone to suck his dick.
After Ryan put on the hat, he died. Who could have done this? Why was this happening to people! How come everyone died when then put on the hat. Eventually everybody wore the hat until everyone on Earth was a...
Skeleton.
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The Haunted Ashens Review

I know, I freakin' LOVE ASHENS! You know! The british guy with a beard that reviews cheap shit on his couch? Yea that's the guy. Well not too long ago he released a video that was somehow exclusive to me. It was called "Human Tat Review."  I thought to myself "Like he'd know me" I clicked on the video and the intro was like this after the "Do do do do do do"
Then it went to the couch, which looked ripped and it had bloodstains on it. Then ashens said "BLIMEY! Looks like we have some more human body tat to review, first up! The head of billy! Which looks very accurate! Which, OF COURSE! Came from an actual dead body! Yea and somebody just stuck a screen at the back of the head and put a joypad and buttons, pathetic humans. Next we have the Heart of some dude called "Dave!" and again they put a resistive touchscreen and pretty much nothing else. Finally we have the leg of YOU! You the person watching! Hi Garen!" Then he turned the camera to his face and it was all bloody and had horns. Then he said "You should've never watched this" and then it ended, I looked behind me and found Stuart himself with a knife saying "TIME FOR SOME MORE TAT TO REVIEW!" and then I blacked out, I am somehow typing this beyond the grave, oh well. The devil let me borrow his computer.
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The Haunted Baking Monkey

Ever since I was a child, I have been slightly afraid of bananas. That certain fruit seems so unnatural amongst its more conventional apple, pear, and grape counterparts, and the consumption, presence, or mention of bananas makes me feel unclean and immoral. Well, one day, I was watching Spongebob when something strange happened. The television froze on one still frame of a wide-eyed Spongebob staring at the camera, while distortion blared in the background. I went over to behind my TV to check the wires; everything seemed to be in place. At that point, the doorbell rang, and an ominous feeling came over me. Opening that door may lead to a barrel full of evils waiting to emerge, I thought. Regardless, I opened the door. And there it was. The being that would later torment me into madness. The monkey! Not just any monkey, but one with a chef's hat rested upon its head! I noticed it had the mangled wires to my television's outdoor satellite in its paws. Suppressing rage strong enough to knock out Russell Crowe for 90 minutes, I asked this monkey what it had come here for. "I'mma be Pans, your new baking monkey. I hear word that you're not the best cook in town, so I figured you could use a hand, or maybe a paw", it described in a laid-back, low voice. With that, Pans strutted on into my home, but I didn't stop him; the prospect of having a primate prepare meals for me was worth considering, you see. "So then, Pans, what's your specialty?", I asked that monkey. Pans' eyes turned completely white, and he started hovering above the ground. Then it became clear to me that this monkey was HAUNTED! "Why that's funny you should ask!", Pans said, now in a faux-Gilbert Gottfried voice, "My specialty is tostones! That's a Puerto Rican dish that's basically FRIED BANANAS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" That haunted baking monkey had tormented me more than I could endure, and all I could do as what was left of my sanity shriveled away was to bellow at the top of my lungs, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
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The Haunted Basketball

I was always good in playing Basketball and especially spinning the Basketball on my finger. Because of the pressure on the finger and the friction, my old Ball would soon die, so I decided to get a new one.
Grabbed my Cash, went to town walked into a sports store. But unfortunately I hadn't enough money to buy a proper Basketball.
Thats when I saw him....
An old ass bum with some stuff in a box he was carrying. On the box was a sign labeled "Need da munay!!"
Because I felt something like mercy for him, I asked him wether he had a Basketball.
Thats when things went weird...
He said with an almost clear and beautiful voice, he had his old Bball, he used "when he was still on top" (he had to be a broke NBA player or something like that).
He searched the Box, where some old shit, like an old Video Game Cartridge labeld "Maroja" or something like that, was until he found it: It was obviously old, but fully intact and used to be a high quality basketball.
I asked, how much he would want, but he just answered: " Have fun with it, like I had, thats everything I want!"
That was nice , because the Bball was a really good Ball. I wanted to give him at least a buck for it, but he said that "he had enough...". That freaked me out a bit, but If he says its okay, I suppose it is.
I went home, to play a bit: The ball, although it was old, was acting just like a brand new Ball.
Thats when shit got serious:
I was doing some spinning, but the Ball was spinning into the wrong direction: Not Clockwise, but Counter-Clockwise!!!
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The Haunted Bicycle

It was night, when I heard a squeaky noise, I turned around to see an old, rusty bicycle but no one was riding it.
Actually, it was ridden by a Ghost, so someone was riding it.
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The Haunted Boat

There is rumors of a haunted boat that roams the seas that I live. These rumors were once spoken by seamen from the dock. They say it was once owned by a pirate who successfully raided over twenty different countries. The pirate then crashed into a mystic, and he acted snarky on her. The mystic was arrogant, and casted a jinx on him. She said that if you raid one more town, he will be cursed by a typhoon over his head. The pirate ignored her warning, and raided a town.
After the raid, the pirate sailed back to him homeland, in England. When he was 69 miles across sea, he came acrossed a powerful typhoon, just like what the mystic said. The ship was washed, and was tossed around. With no lifeboats, the pirate and his crew jumped out and abandon ship. However, the rogue waves drown them all, leaving them in a watery grave. To this day, the cursed boat still drifts the waters, and anyone who come across it must be aware, for they can be jinxed too.
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The Haunted Christmas

It was December 24 and I was excited for Christmas. I couldn't wait so I intentionally knocked myself unconscious so I could sleep until Christmas. But when I woke up everything was strange.
I was in the living room, where the festivities were planned to be held. But the Christmas tree was brown and dead. The presents were covered in dust. The candy canes were eaten away by ants. I could hear a distorted version of a Christmas carol playing in the distance.
I got up and called for mom. No answer. I called for dad. No answer. I went into my room. The door had vanished, a wall of unpainted plaster replacing it. I banged against the non-door, but it just seemed as if the door had never been there.
I tried to leave the house, but the front door was locked. The lock mechanism was absent. I tried opening the windows, but the were sealed shut, and also indestructible. This was seriously spooky.
Having exhausted all other avenues, I turned my attention to the presents. I started by opening mine. I started with the smallest one, which only contained a scrap of paper. On it, in red ink, was "YOU".
I opened the second present, and inside was another scrap of paper. It read "ARE".
I opened the largest and final present. Inside was another scrap of paper and another box. The paper just had a 'D' on it. The box contained another scrap of paper and a box. The paper just had an 'E' on it. The box contained a scrap of paper and a box. The scrap of paper just had an 'A' on it. At this point I was too scared to open the final box. I just stared at it for hours. But no help seemed to be coming. I had no choice but to open the box and accept whatever was inside. My hands trembled as I reached towards the final box that was kept inside all of these boxes. I trembled with the force of a large earthquake as my hands grabbed the lid of the tiny box and lifted it...
The box was empty.
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The Haunted Coffee Mug

One day, I was browsing the internet for a new coffee mug because I love coffee and want something new to drink it from.
Eventually, I found some kind of shopping site with a URL known as [REDACTED] and found a nice-looking coffee mug for only two dollars. So, of course, I bought it.
After three days, I got the coffee mug in the mail.
I made some coffee, poured it in my new coffee mug and took a drink of it.
It gave me a bad cough, making me realize that the coffee mug is haunted. So I put the coffee mug in a coffin with some cough drops for the trip and I sent the coffin containing the coffee mug and the cough drops down a fictional place known as Kaufman River where the coffee mug, the coffin and the cough drops could live their happy lives in the forest at the end of the river.
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The Haunted Controller

A few weeks ago, I was happily playing on my Xbox 360 (on Nazi Zombies, as will soon become apparent) when, suddenly, the light to the upper-right of the guide button on my purple controller went away. A notification showed up on the screen, telling me to reconnect the controller.
I thought this was a pretty normal thing to happen - that the batteries had just gone flat - so I just swapped the current ones for a fully-charged pair. Everything went smoothly until about 10 minutes had passed, when the light faded away again. This time, though, it let me continue playing. "This is pretty weird", I thought to myself, but I just shrugged it off and ignored everything that had just happened. Bad idea.
Everything (except for the controller) seemed quite normal for a bit. In fact, I was able to progress 10 rounds or so, using my normal method, until something strange occurred again. It was a dog round, this time, and the light on my controller messed up again! It had changed from the 'Player 1' position to the one for 'Player 4'. Strangely, Tank Dempsey (my character, since I was on solo) said a line which I had never heard before. He shouted in his typical way, "Hey, Player, get ready for the worst!!" 3 dark, ghostly figures (which, I guess, could be compared to the dementors from Harry Potter 3) also appeared, rather than the expected hellhounds. These guys seemed completely invincible; I had shot them several times each with the Wunderwaffe DG-2 and had sprayed entire mags into them with my MG42. Obviously, there was nothing I could do but let poor Dempsey die. Upon seeing the scores for the match, I was actually kinda shocked. The scores were, in this order:
YOU'RE NEXT (666 kills)
GET READY (666 kills)
I'M WAITING (Soon to be 4 kills...)
Conneruuu (397 kills)
By this point, I was starting to become genuinely scared. I tried to convince myself that it must have been some sort of glitch in the programming. I played a few more matches. Same outcome. I even tried some other games, but with similar results. I turned off the console to see that my controller was... vibrating violently? That couldn't be possible! It began to glow and the lights around the guide button started flashing quickly to many vibrant colors to such an extent that people could've had seizures by just looking at it.
I picked it up and smashed it on the floor. I kept on hitting it until it was as broken as I could make it. Without thinking twice, I locked all of my doors, boarded all of my windows and turned on every light in my house. Every day, I wake up to see more and more satanic drawings on my bedrooms walls. I really have no idea what's going on here, but it's creeping me out loads. If you're still reading this, please help me...
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The Haunted Creepypasta

THIS IS THE STORY OF A DAY WHERE THERE WAS ALL...no wait...this isn't a trollpasta
I mean, I know you're not going to believe this, and you will close the page just now... but I'll post it here anyway...who knows, maybe someone will believe me, and you might also be able to help me
It all started during my last day of work before the summer vacation: I was an intern at the HATERSGONNAHATE.inc; We hadn't much work to do, after all there was a spike in the suicide rate of the target audience of our program "My little pony" after we announced his end, and no one wanted to buy our products...but we had to go to work anyway.
(I should have guessed that there was something wrong that day...after all, a creepy face pop out in the mirror while I was washing my face, but I just tought it was the side-effect of the Rave party of the last night...I greeted her and left the house...but I'm DIGRESSING.::FUCK, THE CAPS LOCK IS HAUNTED AGAIn...no wait, the ghost left the button. Perfect)
That day, I only have to sort the protest mail sent against us...easy task, right?
I opened the e-mail of our corporation, and I found 666 protest mail and 13 spam mail.
A long work awaited me...luckily, my boss called me because he had to make me do something else
Someone sent us a box, and he feared there was something dangerous inside: The box was very warm...After being opened, the box revealed a Cartridge with obvious signs of tampering, and the image was a pony with ultra-realistic eyes, covered in SUPERDUPER:::CRAP; NOT THE BUTTON again...great) realistic blood
And by realistic, I don't mean the blood was well painted...it was REAL blood
The boss asked me to try it, and so I left work and I went home
After turning on the console, the screen went black and a message pop out: "All your old save file have been deleted"
I tried to unplug the game, and turn off the screen, but there was an electric link between my elbow and my knee and I couldn't move
After that, a creepy smiling shit pop out on the tv screen and started smiling at me
I decided that it was time to leave the house (The link between my elbow and my knee was somehow severed) and go to a strip club, even if it was 10.00 AM
After paying a crapload of money, I went out with a stripper; After doing s*x, BEN pop out saying "you shouldn't have done that" and he was right, in fact the stripper was infected and I got some kind of disease and my skin started stinking. HARD
Now I'm home again, the creepy shit is still in the tv monitor (But wearing a pair of sunglasses, the light is probably hurting its eyes) and I'm ill.
Also, someone keeps calling me, asking "WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER?" even if I'm gay and alone in my house.
Somewhere in the middle of the story, a skeleton popped out from my closet, but I told him to go back because I weren't in the mood
Anyway...
Now that you know the story on how my life was turned upside down, can you help me?
Because I need to know...
"WHO WAS PHONE"?
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