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The Rock falls, everybody dies

It was a peaceful day. I had just driven home after a long day at work and my wife was in the living room, reading a book.
"Hello Honey! How was your day?" She said
"Ah, it was alright. One of my coworkers misread something and I had to fix it, but it ended up being less of a hassle than I thought. How about you?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Jimmy has a group project tomorrow. He's over at Frank's house now, but when he get's back, you should probably ask him to see it, He did a really good job."
"Alright, I will. Thank you."
"No problem. Oh, I think WWE is coming on. Let's watch it!"
I sat down beside my wife as she changed to channel. A match was about to start! It was between the Rock and this person called the Witch doctor. I had never heard of them before, but I haven't been following WWE as closely as most viewers. Something seemed off, though. The Rock looked really nervous. He seemed to be staring at a mark on the Witch doctor's chest, a 7-pointed star with a circle in the center. for a few seconds, he was looking at his tattoo and talking with whoever was nearby. Was it for show? Or was something wrong?
After the go-ahead, the two began their fight. It wasn't a close fight at all. The Witch Doctor, despite his scrawny appearance, easily overtook the Rock. And then something strange happened. With a single punch to the head, the Rock fell to the ground, a red spot on his forehead. And then the whole screen went dark, with only The Rock's unconscious self lying on nothing. Or was he unconscious?
I stared at the image for a few seconds, unable to comprehend what was going on, when a newscaster appearing.
"We have breaking news! A dark void has appeared and is growing in size. It is difficult to pinpoint the origin of this occurrence, but it isn't slowing down. We are awaiting further development. Until then plEqaf"
At that moment, the screen turned dark, and a loud voice bellowed through the speakers.
"DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE, BOY?". I almost jumped out of my skin.
After that, the power in the house shut off, and I dug around for a flashlight.
"Honey?! Are you alright? Did you see that?"
No response.
I wandered the house, trying to find something that might help, when the radio came on.
"Please... help... stop the void... HE-"
And it turned to static.
Now I await my death. Through miscellaneous radio messages, television clips, and many news reports, I learned that it's only a matter of time before we are taken by the void. I spent hours hoping there was a way to stop it. But I'm afraid nothing can be done. I know this because of one truth.
You can't stop the Rock.
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The Rocking Chair

Somewhere in a small town, a group of campers were on a trip deep into the Keeney Woods. It was supposed to be a perfect night, a night of scary stories by the fire, and smores that would melt in your mouth. But, that's not exactly how it turned out.
"Now children," said the camp counselor in a deep booming voice. "Gather around the campfire, time for some horror stories." As the children gathered, the light from the fire flickered on their youthful faces. Giggles and whispers would ripple through the small crowd of campers. "There is a legend...The Legend of the Rocking Chair..." It seemed as if the air got colder, the fire didn't seem to help. The dark trees branches sillouettes of bony hands, fog layered the ground like a soft blanket. the children went quiet, and it seemed even the crickets were listening in. The fire crackled.
"Every night in these very woods, a rocking chair will appear. No one knows who the rocking chair belongs to, or why it's there. It just is... According to legend, if one was to sit in the chair all night, they would vanish... Some say they go to another dimension, others say they're kidnapped by a creature. But no one knows for sure..." A tree branch cracks and startles many of the campers.
"That's a stupid story." Says a camper. The other campers giggle at his smart remark.
The counsler looks at him and smirks "Now Jimmy, if it's so stupid, then try explaining that." The counselor points to the top of the hill, and barely visible by the light of the moon, there was an old creaky rocking chair, rocking back and forth...back and forth....
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The Ronald McDonald at Burger King Murders

I had an interesting experience at Burger King today.
I was eating at Burger King, a large fries and a drink, when suddenly Ronald McDonald burst through the door. I thought it could have been a guy dressed like him, but I knew it was the real Ronald. He walked up to the counter and the man said, "Welcome to Burger King. What food do you want?" Ronald just laughed. He reached into his ketchup packet pocket on his real Ronald suit and pulled out a ketchup packet. He squeezed the ketchup packet so hard that ketchup sprayed out of it, but it wasn't really ketchup it was hyper realistic blood! The blood formed a blood knife and decapitated the counter man's head off, but instead of blood coming out of his neck stump it was hyper realistic ketchup!
We were all shocked at what just happened, but what happened next was even worse. Ronald took the ketchup from the man's neck and put it on a burger. He walked over to a fat man and told him to eat it. The man ate it because he was fat. Then Ronald McDonald picked up fatty and threw him into the oven and made him into burgers. He gave us all a burger and yelled, "I am now the Burger King!" Before we could eat our free food the restaurant was launched into space and we all died.
And that's is why I'm never eating at Burger King again.
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The Room (Uncut version)

Tommy Wiseau was scary enough, but when I found this, I was terrified. I guess I should clarify. My name is Martin Sparks, and I'm a huge fan of bad movies. I've seen them all, from "Grown Ups" to "Grown Ups II". But my personal favorite bad movie is "The Room", directed, produced, written, and starring Tommy Wiseau. It has corny sex scenes, terrible acting, piss poor editing, and an inconsistent plot. But then, I found the uncut version. Oh God.
It started normal for the first half hour, but then it randomly cut back to the scene where Tommy walks around with a bare ass. I shielded my eyes for the scene, but I was confused on what exactly happened. I sat through another half hour, and you could hear Tommy Wiseau's voice, but it was backwards! I played it back, and it said in a threatening tone, "Buy Tommy Wiseau underwear!". At this point, I was scared out of my damn mind. How could it get worse than subliminal advertising? Well, it got worse.
There was an extended sex scene! Yes, this time, there is 15 MINUTES of Tommy fucking Lisa's bellybutton. I started to feel my eyes burning at this point, because it looked so terrible. How could somebody make a sex scene look cheap looking? The rest of the movie was normal, until the last line - "Remember Marty boy, watch my sitcom, The Neighbors!". I stayed up all night in fear of Tommy himself breaking into my room and trying to sell me things.
And sadly, I burned the copy. No, I definitely didn't make any of this up...
Tommy Wiseau is the DEVIL!
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The Room at the Chapel

When I was young, I saw something I will never forget.
I was at a mass, because I had a catholic friend. I had to go to the bathroom, though. I slipped out, and looked around. I couldn't find it. I went to the first door I could find that didn't lead out or back into the sanctuary. Around the handle was wrapped a rosary. I pulled it off and stuffed it in my pocket, thinking it was cool. Then, I opened the door. Behind it, was nothing but darkness. I fumbled around the walls until I found a switch. Sitting in the dead center of the room was a young woman. I looked at her, and, as I was outgoing then, said "Hi." She just tilted her head to the side and smiled. I asked her name. She began to giggle. Then, she opened her mouth. Inside, I could not see teeth, tongue or anything else. It was an abyss. From that evil yawn came a bloodcurdling scream. I blacked out then.
When I woke up, I was back where I had been, in the sanctuary. Nothing had happened. I talked to my friend about it. Nothing. I looked for the door to show him. Nothing. Nothing but sheer wall. I started crying then and there.
When I returned to my mom, I told her my story. She didn't believe me. "Now, why would you make up a story like that?" "But I didn't! Please, please believe me!"
Then, she opened up her mouth and looked me straight in the eye and said, "You're moving with your auntie and your uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, Nah, "Yo holmes! To Bel-Air!"
I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom and I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
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The Room in your house

Do you have a room in your house that makes you nervous? Most people do. The feeling you can't shake in that room is almost indescribable, like a looming anxiety, that if you stay in that room for too long, something will happen. The things people imagine vary from person to person, but that room defies all logic and reasoning in your mind, shaking away your common sense as your flight or fight sense peaks. When you walk past the doorway, you see something that sends a chill down your spine, something that makes you want to just run. Whether you're realistic or imaginative, a child or an adult, you will have that room in your house.Everyone does at some point.
When away from that room, you realize that the figure you saw wearing a trench coat might just be a normal coat hanging on the door, that it's just a room, that there is no reason to be afraid of it. But when you're near that room, as I said, all reason and logic leaves you.
But have you ever looked at the thing in the doorway directly, ever stayed in that room for more than two minutes without someone at your side? No?
That is what I will be attempting today. I will update this log once I have spent an hour alone in that room, with no-one else in the house.
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The Rosen in the Room

One morning, Dave woke up he put on his clothes and went downstairs. He went to school, and did his work, then went home. He went upstairs and fell asleep. Late that night he heard a faint voice "plams plams plams". It sounded like it was coming from his window. He pulled back the curtains and was met with a horrific sight. There was an old man there ,but where his throat should be he had a vagina. Dave leaped back in fright. He felt his body grinding and hurting. The next morning Dave's parents could find nothing except a large plum with a penis in the corner of his room. The old man was never seen again however it is said anyone who utters his name twice will suffer the same fate.
His name:
Michael Rosen
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The Rules (Not the actual rules of the site)

Killing you will be so easy. Don't worry... I won't make it too painful. You look at me all confused. You ask me "What?" Well... the better question is "why?" You brought this on yourself. You let me see it. All I wanted was your money. This isn't a goddamned crime of passion. This is just plain and simple business. You have to know that by now right? I'll say it one more time. You brought this on yourself. You know the one and only rule... NO WIFI IN DA CLUB!
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The Rules of Shadow

To complete this dark and foreboding ritual, you must first create an account with an evil entity, known as wikia. Wikia grants dark knowledge to anyone who has access to the Sphere Of Blogos (See A New World for tips on accessing the sphere.).
The second step in this dark and foreboding ritual, is to have basic knowledge of grammar and spelling, although greater levels of knowledge will provide you with employee benefits, such as a dental plan (No, not really, but it helps.).
Thirdly, you must make edits which improve this dark and foreboding wiki, such as cleaning up after the failures of others.
Fourthly, you must listen to the words of the dark and foreboding guardians of this realms, known only as The Admins (They have names, too.).
Fifthly, you must never begin a creation and fail to finish it. He who fails shall invoke the full wrath of The Admins.
Sixthly, you shall not create worlds of stupidity, these worlds are known as Horrible Troll Pasta, but go by the name Crappypasta. These Crappypastas are to be archived, but only those which spread like wildfire.
Seventhly, you must read and understand the Site Rules, or harm will surely befall you.
Your reward? You are now a shining example of a good wiki user.
Now, you are obviously wondering why this ritual is not dark, nor is it foreboding or even difficult, for that matter. I shall tell you that it is, for if it were not, then why the fuck can no one seem to follow it?
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The Rumor Come Out: Does Bruno Mars is Gay?

Bruno Mars is gay is the most discussed in the media in the few years ago. Even it has happened in 2012, but some of the public still curious about what is exactly happening and to be the reason there is a rumor comes out about his gay. At that time he became the massive social networking rumor.
The public, especially his fans are shocked. He just came out with his bad rumor which is spread massively. This time is not about his music career, but his bad rumor. The rumor is out of standardize of hoax, according the last reported this singer revealed himself as homosexual. Do you still believe or not, this rumor is really much talked by people even in a person of his fans.
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The Russian Molestation Experiment

One day some generic Russian dudes named Kovovich and Vichakov got together and put some more generic Russians in this place and they molested them to see what would happen.
For the first few days, nothing happened, and then something happened. It is not known what happened, but the answer should be right behind you.
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The Sableye Scandal

I was 8 years old when Pokemon Sapphire came out. I bought it the second day after it came out. Not many of the pokemon were cool looking to me, but I grew a liking to them.
I was in Granite Cave when I saw it. Sableye. It looked so cool with it's diamond eyes and creepiness. After several pokeballs, i finally caught it. I named him Diamond. I leveled that thing up like crazy. I took it everywhere. By the fifth gym leader, he was already level 52. I honestly didn't care much for my others. Torchic was at some level below ten. All the others were for HM use.
I battled my "dad" and defeated him. My Sableye was just amazing, and I taught him all the best moves. By the time i made it to the Elite Four Champion, Steven, I had Diamond at level 84. After I beat the game, I woke up in my room, as every game. Then weird things began to happen.
I had a level 100 Sableye in my party. I then got in a battle with a ninja boy. He sent out Koffing, I sent Diamond. My attack missed, and Koffing used smokescreen. This went on until my accuracy was as low as it can go. After 2 minutes of missed attacks, I started getting really mad. I was cursing at the pixel creation, and when i finally hit an attack, Koffing fainted and I won.
I jumped back to the overworld and a text box appeared. It read: Diamond: Why do you yell at me? My vision was obscured. I couldn't see very well. How would you like it? This was odd, as i knew this wasn't a hack. I bought it at wal-mart, not anywhere else and it was the second day it was out, so how could anyone make a hack that soon?
The swearing at Diamond when it missed continued over a few days. Accuracy lowered, attack missed, it seemed to loop in some battles. After a while some dialogue from the Sableye got graphic. Such as: Diamond: I'm going to kill you for being mean to me! This got me frightened of the game.
I stopped playing my sapphire for about two years. I uncovered it in a box of my old comics I made when I was younger. I popped it in my game and played again. The Sableye was still my party, as it should have been. Then something popped up on the screen: Diamond: Oh, you're back. You think you can leave me in a box for 2 years, and expect me to love you? Well I don't. I'm going to kill you tonight. I was terribly scared by the words on my screen.
I was laying in bed that night, trying to sleep after the terror I felt playing the game again. I heard a creak in the hall, and then my door opened slowly. I saw a short figure at the door whom I thought was my cousin. The figure jumped onto my bed and started hacking my chest with its claws. Before I had died, I saw the gleam from the creature's eyes.
Two hours later, the cops came to investigate. They were shocked to see what they found.
Two Bloody Diamonds.
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The Sack of Straw

A sack of straw, my term for a scarecrow, I hate those things. Scarecrows are creepy, to me at least, I believe they live. Not just a sack of straw, but a creature, here no to harm us, but to protect us. This is not the usual "Scarecrow killed Grandpa" story, it is quite the opposite. I believe a scarecrow is almost like a Guardian Angel of sorts. If you focus enough, you may see it breathe, but that is a thought. If you ever find a scarecrow, remember, someone is protecting you.
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The Sailor Painting

I was sitting alone in my bedroom. My mom and dad had gone out and my sister was at a friend's house. The house was empty and quiet. Even the dog was asleep. I looked over at my clock. The digital readout displayed "12:36" in bright green. It was becoming very late at night. I looked out my window. The street was dark, save for the one streetlight suspended by four poles over the intersection (we lived at the end of the block, you see).
I yawned and closed the book I had been reading, "The Complete Works of H.P. Lovecraft". I decided it was best to get some sleep. I stripped to my underwear and got into bed. Just as I began to feel the sweet embrace of slumber, I was jarred awake by a noise. I couldn't quite focus on what it was, but it seemed almost like a voice. I brushed it off as either my imagination or the sound of someone outside. But then I heard the noise again. It was faint and I struggled to make it out. I heard it a third time, and this time it was clear: the sound of an elderly man's voice making one statement that sent shivers down my spine.
"I've been watching you."
I sat up in bed and looked around for the source of the noise. My heart felt as though it would explode out of my chest. I heard the voice again. "I've been watching you." Suddenly, my eyes locked onto the old painting of a sailor that had once belonged to my great-grandfather. The eyes of the sailor in the painting seemed to lock onto mine. I nearly lost my bladder as I saw the old sailor's lips move.
"I've been watching you."
The sailor began to leave his painting. I cannot even begin to describe the process. He very quickly reached the floor and stood upright. He was very old and wrinkled. His hands seemed more like claws than the hands of a man. His eyes were dull and glazed, but they still seemed full of rage. He slowly approached me.
"I've been watching you."
"Who are you?" I whispered. He did not respond. He only drew closer to me. "Who are you?" I screamed, still receiving no answer. I backed up against the wall closest to my bed. Words cannot express the feeling of terror I felt as he continued to draw near. He spoke one more time. "I've been watching you." I mustered up what was left of my courage and said, "what do you want?"
He leaned in close to me and grabbed my shoulders with his wrinkled, bony hands. He moved his face close to mine. His breath stank of death. He looked me square in the eyes. His gaze pierced into my very soul. He spoke one last time.
"Quit masturbating."
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The Sandwich

THIS STORY IS ONLY FOR PEOPLE OVER THE AGE OF 70.
On a night long ago, I went downstairs to get a midnight snack. To my horror there was all the ingredients were there. I started screaming, usually at least one ingredient was not there. I pounded my hand's on the floor, but screamed to the sky. "GOD ALMIGHTY HAVE MERCY ON THY SOUL," I knew it was the end. I took the gun out of my pocket that was conveniently placed there because the person who's writing this story's an asshole. I put it up to my head... and pulled the trigger. I'm recording this story from beyond. The actually great internet reception here. But whatever you do. BEWARE THE SANDWICH.
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The Santa Claus Queen

one day i was in the mall on christmas eve and santa claus was there but i knew he was hiding something what is santas secret i wondered. i looked behind santa and he had a giant egg sac that was laying eggs with santa hats on them he was THE SANTA CLAUS QUEEN ho ho ho the end.
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