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Mrs. Wakefield

Addie Wakefield was a lively woman that fancied the simple pleasures in life.
Whether it was tending to her garden in the early hours of the day, or taking to sewing at night, she always seemed to have a busy schedule; especially for her age.
She lived alone in an old farmhouse just fifteen miles from Glenley, a small town in southern Wisconsin.
The few family members that weren't yet deceased lived out of state, and living in such a rural part of the country, she lacked a close acquaintance.
She lived a solitary, yet fulfilling life.
Her skin will make a fine addition to my collection of fabrics.
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Msav.exe

I woke up suddenly to hear my computer starting up all by itself. I was asleep, so I could not have turned it on myself. Therefore, that is how I deduced that it started up by itself. On the computer screen, the words "C:/msav.exe" were scrolling in gray Times New Roman text. They took up the entire screen. The text cursor was flashing with the scrolling text, which prompted me to press the enter button. This brought up more scrolling text, saying 
MICROSOFT ANTIVIRUS v6.66
Please enter your password to continue to the scanner:
(C) Microsoft. We are not responsible for any injury caused during the use of this program.
I entered my password and pressed Enter again. This brought me to yet another screen, but this time, the text wasn't scrolling. It was just a crude MS-DOS-esque screen which displayed some text saying that my computer was in dire need of an antivirus scan, a progress bar and text saying which folder was currently being scanned. But then, I noticed that the performance of the scanner was quite slow, perhaps deliberately. Then, I noticed that there was another line of text saying "Press X to turn the throttle off." I did. It said:
For every time the throttle is turned off, it will be turned off for 5 minutes, and turning the throttle off will drastically improve the scanner's performance. However, a human life force will have to compensate for turning off the throttle.
A human life force? I thought to myself that this was ridiculous, and it couldn't really happen, because computers can't kill people... right? I tried turning off the throttle once. The scanner was faster for 5 minutes, like it said, but then the throttle turned itself on again. I tried turning off the throttle again. This time, it only worked for 4 minutes. Then three. Then two. Then one. Then half a minute. Then 15 seconds. Then 10 seconds. Then just 1 second. I was impatient, so I would keep turning the throttle off over and over again, but I didn't realise the tragic consequences which my actions had. While I was turning the throttle off continually, someone died, just like the computer said would happen. A cancer survivor. A Nobel Prize winner. An average Joe. But those lives didn't matter to me. All that mattered to me was my computer.
The next day, I woke up again. My parents were watching TV. There was news about a mysterious string of deaths. All those who had died had died in the same way: they appeared perfectly healthy, but everything within them had just suddenly stopped working. Just like a computer which crashed. I realised that the computer was right. Then I jumped out of my house. The end.
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Mucus Cat

I had a weird dream last night. I stayed the night at my friend Ecem's house. Her house is just behind a big park, Subayevleri Park to be exact. We walked in the park until midnight. When we got back at her house, we did the usual; ate some junk food, chatted, and took photos of ourselves. Then she got sleepy and asked me to turn the ligths off. Because there are so many trees and so little street lights, her room was pitch black when I turned the lights off. I'm very scared of the dark so I took my cellphone and tried to sleep with it's light on. In my dream, I was sitting on a bench in a remote place. There was a road in front of the bench and the only light source was the moon. A family of three walked by me; mother, father and child. The child was very young, maybe 4 -5 years old, but he was sick. His head was very big and his body was too small. The mother and father crossed the road and went their way, but the kid stayed behind to play with some rocks on the ground. Then I got angry at the kid for some reason and started yelling and running after him. He got very scared and he crossed the road too. I suddenly stopped chasing him after that. He was trying to catch his breath while I was standing at the other side of the road, just watching him. He then looked at something on a nearby bench, a present box. The box wasn't too big or too small, an average box with plain wrapping. But being a kid, he got very excited and started to tear off the wrapping paper. Then in my head I heard some kind of a chanting; 'Mucus cat, mucus cat. He has come to get you. Mucus cat, mucus cat. You can't hide forever' It continued on but these are the only lyrics I remember, because they sounded cliche I remembered them easily. When the kid opened the present, there was an orange tabby cat in the box. He tried to pat the cat and the cat's head fell off. There were stitches in it's neck. He was horrified, looking inside the box with wide eyes. The chanting got stronger and the cat's stomach started ripping apart. It's organs fell out; kidneys, liver all organs. Then the cats bowels started moving up and tangled around the kid's neck. In a mather of seconds; the kid was gone, the box was on the bench, unopened. And I woke up. It was still night, 04.13 a.m. There were little orange hairs on the bed sheets, but I thought nothing of them. Because Emily has a cat; I thought the hairs were from her cat, and slept again. Now that it's morning and I can actually think, I remember Ecem's cat is brown not orange.
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Mug Root Beer

I love mug root beer. It is my life. I literally drink nothing but mug root beer. I pour mug root beer on everything I eat. I carry 5 cans of mug root beer up my ass when I go places. (Mostly I only go outside to get more mug root beer when I'm out of it) I shower in literally nothing but mug root beer. My wife and kids are dead because they dared to insult mug root beer. They said I have a "problem" and need "help". Foolish non mug believers. After they said that I hurled a can of mug root beer at my wife and it hit her in the head, killing her. My kids tried to run away but they forgot I always keep the door padlocked so no one breaks in to steal any of my precious mug root beer. Anyway, the little shits tried desperately to open the door. Too late. I was already behind them. They begged for mercy. I proceeded to beat their faces in with a can of mug root beer. Their faces looked barely recognizable after I was done with them. I loaded their bodies in the back of my truck (which is filled with mug root beer so it was hard to fit their bodies in) and I drove to a rural area to bury them. Once I was done I said "mug moment". That day I drank 93 cans of mug root beer. I love mug root beer. Mug root beer is life.
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Muppet Babies

I walked into a biker bar in downtown Toledo. Lot of really rough looking customers in there. There was an old TV set duct taped to the wall playing Muppet Babies. I go up to the one eyed bartender with an eye patch and say "Hey buddy, can you switch to the game? It's the Toronto Raptors VS the Washington Racial Epithets." The bartender spits into the spittoon, gives me a steely eyed look and says "You're not from around here, are you?" "Up your nose with a rubber hose" I says as I grab the remote and switch the channel. The whole bar goes quiet. Everyone is staring at me. Finally a huge guy with scars all over his face walks up, grabs the remote from me, and switches it back to Muppet Babies. Then he shoved his hand up my butt, pulled out my large intestine, and strangled me with it, and I died. The last thing I ever saw was Muppet Babies doing one of those bits where they show stock footage from Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. If you visit the biker bar in downtown Toledo, do not turn off Muppet Babies.
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Murder

It was a night many years ago that still sends shivers down my spine.
2/13/13 the night before valentines day. My Wife Valery was named correctly after loving valentines day. As Christmas ended she would already be decorating the house with hearts and pink ribbons. It Always Made me smile as i helped her. Anyways, we were sitting at the table listening to the radio when the news broadcaster exclaimed about the valentine murders. 13 men dead with their hearts ripped out and hung in pink ribbon on their house. Poor Val stared scarcely at me her blue eyes trembling with terror. "John! tomorrows valentines day!" "Yes my dear. But do not worry. I'm not the next one." I laughed. Now Oh I wish I did not say it. Val said she had to run to the store. I told her to be careful and she promised she would. The murder'er is moving. She just killed her 13th victim. She looks at the map and crosses the second to last name that forms a heart. "John Cassowary. She murmurs. he will complete her heart then she will turn herself in. 2/14/13 Valentines day. I kissed Val as I got up and she made a heart shaped cake. That night she had to get sprinkles for the cake and I told her to be careful. Around 10 Pm I heard a tapping on the window. Thinking val locked herself out I opened the door and wished I had not as I Saw...
A Gaunt Bloody face with heart shaped lips and soulless eyes masked with blood. As I screamed the figure reached for my heart and slamming the door I tried to call the police but nothing worked. The figure grabbed a Knife and grabbed my flailing body. I screamed For val and none answered. I kicked and struggled and kicked off the murders mask. It was val. I Screamed as she said "You were not supposed to know. You must die Dear. I love you" I broke her grip and ran into the street. She ran after me but then A blinding flash and Val Cassowary was no more. When i got to the hospital My hand was broken and my heart was damaged. A month later i went to the police and they Performed a autopsy on val to see why she went mad. She had holes in her brain and black bugs eating it. She had been taking a evil drug. i went to my condo and vowed never to celebrate valentines day ever again. DING DONG. What's that? I walk over to the door and see a box addressed to me. I open it and see... GASP. Val's head with a note. I Will get you like you got me. Uh oh! 911 HELP its John Cassowary! I'm being murdered! Find my diary help.....
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Murder Day

There was a day with no rules. No laws. Lock your doors, board up your windows. Hide your kids and hide your wives. Most refer this to 'Hell Day'. You hear the screams of children and adults about their loss. "MY HUSBAND!" screamed a lady. The crying and laughter you hear in the air. Gun shots fired everywhere. I saw a little girl no older than 4 stabbed serval times in her stomach, her eyes were poked out and a bullet shot out through her check. Her mother crying and held her in her arms looking into the girls eye socects. Then a little old lady asked me if i could hide her. "No" i said " please mrs. i really want to live!" "okay" I said "So want to play a game?" the old creepy lady said with a shurged smile on her face. "Sure" i said rolling my eyes the lady took out a knife and stabbed me in the back. "thanks for keeping me safe!" she said with a devilish laugh. Then she disaperd into darkness, leaving me on the floor with a hole in my side i wiggiled for a bit then everthing else was a blurr. I woke up in the hospitil i saw the nurse. She looked familar. "Dont be afraid...your alright now" she said laughing just like the old lady.
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Murder Sheep

I used to love Minecraft and VenturianTale but I don't anymore, thanks to the Murder Sheep.
==The Beginning==
One day I was watching VenturianTale's Minecraft videos and they encouraged me to play some Minecraft. I went to pause the video, but just before I did, Isaac saw "murder sheep" watching him. Little did I know, this had corrupted my game of Minecraft.
==The Next Part==
I started up Minecraft. When I started it up, instead of the Mojang logo I saw a Minecraft sheep, but it looked different. It had a few really black spots on it, and its eyes looked creepy, just staring at me with their derpy look. Then all of a sudden its eyes turned completely red and bled blood that looked SO HYPER-REALISTIC THAT I ALMOST PUKED!!! Then Minecraft started up and looked normal. I opened up my single-player world, but when I spawned, my world was infested with the same sheep I just saw. They all attacked me at once. I fought them but I died. Then I saw an animation of the sheep eating every pixel off my avatar's face! Again, EXTREMELY HYPER-REALISTIC! Then for whatever reason my idiotic brain forced me to take a nap against my will. I had a nightmare where the sheep ripped open my head and peed in my brain. Then I woke up and I never played Minecraft or watched VenturianTale videos again. Every night I have the same nightmare, each night getting more and more HYPER-REALISTIC!
The moral of the story is do not try to neuter yourself. It will cause significant zucchini cravings. The End.
Click here for the sequel
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Murder Sheep: The Return

Before you read this, read the original Murder Sheep.
==8 Years Later...==
It has been 8 years since I started having a nightmare every night where a murder sheep rips my head open and pees in my brain. At this point it looks SO EXTREMELY LIFELIKE HYPER-REALISTIC x857936563967366474!!! Every morning when I wake up, I can feel the pee circulating my brain. My head feels damp.
==Almost The End==
I thought I was going to snap, and then I thought I saw a murder sheep staring at me, just as they were staring at Isaac in the VenturianTale video. I ran into my closet to weep, but there was a murder sheep in there too! OMG THEY'RE HAUNTING ME!!! I then decided it was in my best interest that I move to Ecuador under the name Senor Fartzenegger IV. But then I realized that I dropped my passport in the toilet when I took my last diarrhea dump for... whatever reason... Why did I have my passport with me when I took that diarrhea dump?
==The End==
Anyway, I knew that my last chance was to defeat the murder sheep and cure myself. I grabbed a butter knife instead of my AK-47 for... whatever reason... and dashed outside. But then I realized my house was surrounded by them. The blood from their eyes was getting on my lawn! THEY WILL PAY!!!
==Just Kidding, That Wasn't The End==
An epic battle was waged. Though many HYPER-REALISTIC sheep guts were spilled, the murder sheep killed me. The last vision I remember was the murder sheep's blood, dripping into my left eye. It felt cold.
==Okay, THIS Is The End==
That was the story of Murder Sheep. If I'm dead, how am I typing this, you may ask? Well, I'm typing this from THE GREAT BEYOND! Heaven has fast internet, you know.
The moral of the story is if sheep are haunting you, move to Ecuador under the fake name of Senor Fartzenegger IV. Just remember to leave your passport outisde of the bathroom when you take a diarrhea dump.
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Murder in Morrowind

I was probably the happiest teenager that ever lived when I finally got "The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind" to work on my computer. It had taken hours to find a safe torrent, and then another hour to get it installed. I opened the game, and as soon as I started playing, I fell in love. It was the best game I had played in a long time.
All up until that happened.
I had beaten the game twice, and I was still playing. I spent hours a day on it. Every time I played, I got submerged in the fantasy world and almost forgot who I really was. One day, in Balmora, something strange happened to me. A man walked up to me and said, without me pressing space bar, "There has been a horrible murder somewhere in Morrowind. Will you help us investigate it? If you do, we will give you the greatest gift someone like you can have." I was intrigued, and accepted. "The one problem," he explained, "is that we don't know where the murder occurred. We need you to search all the land. Disregard any other things you need to do."
Suddenly, the man disappeared. So I went searching. Every day, I played more, trying to find where this murder happened. And the more I played, the more I forgot what my true identity was. My Identity was becoming Lodu Sashizaki, the master thief. Finally I was playing from when I got up in the morning until I went to sleep at night. I didn't eat. I lost 20 pounds because I was always to busy to do so. Too busy searching for the site of the murder.
One day I felt like giving up. I had been working for weeks trying to find this murder, and I hadn't found anything. I supposed it was time to find that man and give up. But suddenly, he appeared right in front of me. He said, "Good job! You found the site!!" "No I didn't!" I said to myself. But even though I was talking to myself, the man replied. "You have murdered yourself. Your true self." And I've never left Morrowind since.
THE MORAL OF THE STORY: NEVER play too many video games. Otherwise, like in my story, you will lose some of your real life to the game and get more and more addicted until you can't stop and you stop living your own life.
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Murderbob Circlepants: The banned Episode

Hello, if you are reading this, I am a demon from hell who has come to warn your people that we will invade your planet. Why, you ask? Because, you purposefully sent a twisted episode of our favorite show to teach people kindness and compassion, and we don't want that. If you are a demon or a human, then allow me to tell you the horrors of...SpongeBob SquarePants.
It was a normal day in Hell. People were being used as slaves, demons were torturing humans they caught, and gloominess and blood was everywhere. I was in my house making a beef stew, when suddenly I caught my kid crying. I asked him why he was crying and to shut the hell up before I gave him the treatment. He suddenly calmed down and said happily, 
"F is for friends that do stuff together"
"U is for you and me"
"N is for anywhere and anytime at all"
"Down here in the deep blue sea"
I roared at him violently and asked him what the hell was he on about. He said it was a show called SpongeBob SquarePants, and apparently it was better than the show we had. I decided to throw him in the garbage and then look for a MurderBob DVD. After taking, I kid you not, 6 STEPS from my demonic fiery house, I saw a DVD for it. Bingo! I rushed back to my abode before someone saw me stealing. I decided to sneak up to my basement, because basements are located above houses in Hell, you know. i inserted the DVD into my DVD player and the title screen popped up. It was your normal MurderBob DVD, what with all the realistic blood everywhere, lots and lots of gore, etc. I checked the episodes, and they said (in order):
Red Mist/The Thing
Lies/Hope is Lost
Plankton's Desire/MurderBob the Slave
Shootin' Shots/Peaceful War
Sandy's Basement/Baking
F.U.N.
Now most of the episodes were normal, but I had never heard of F.U.N. before. So I decided to play it. But before I could play it, I heard my doorbell ringing. I opened it up and found some humans. I wondered why they were here. They looked violent and angry, ready to lash out. Then I heard a voice say "ATTACK!" and then the humans killed me. It hurt a lot. If you are a human reading this, then you're next. If you're a demon reading this, then I thank you for reading this.
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Murderpuff

I once knew a friend. He and I would trade Pokémon cards, play the games, and you might as well call us the "ultimate Pokémon nerds" as did most people, until he saw it. The Jigglypuff. Round, pink, fluffy, he traded as much as he needed to get all of mine. He treasured every one I gave him. He and I watched every episode of the anime with the Pokémon in it: Episode 1, 2, 3, and 4.
I went to his house on an averagely sunny day. But he was not at home. I wondered where he might be as he is usually there on Sundays. I thought he might have gone out to buy more Jigglypuff cards and stuff like that. So I ran home and started sorting my cards. The next day at school, my friend was not on the bus or at school. I thought about yesterday.
"Maybe he was sick yesterday and his parents weren't home. and he still might be sick", I said to myself.
After a few more days of school I was walking home alone and I started hearing a similar tune and it grew into "Jigg-a-lyy puff jigg-a-lyy." I thought I might be hearing it in my head as it replayed over and over. But right then, I saw my friend in a pink Jigglypuff sweater. I gave a little giggle until I broke into laughter. But I stopped right when I saw it. A knife. His pocket knife. He swore only to use as a whittling knife. The pocket knife was switched open and covered in blood. He started singing the song and a large smile grew on his face. Then he started running. But I knew I had to run faster and when I reached my home I grabbed my key put it in and ran inside hoping I was dreaming.
The next Saturday, I decided to grab my pocket knife and bring it with me when I went on a walk, scared of what had happened last time. And sure enough, I heard the song. I looked behind me, and saw my friend. His jacket had turned from a bright pink to a dark red. He had the same grin.
He ran and I stayed firm on my feet. He slashed and got me on the left cheek. I grabbed my knife and slashed back. He threw a knife latched on his belt and it stayed firm in my shoulder. The pain was unbearable. I got close enough to him to stab through his stomach. I saw one tear role down his cheek and he cowered away. And though I haven't seen him since. I'm sure he'll be back. I will warn you now: when you hear the song, run inside, close all doors and windows, and hide, hide anywhere, because he'll find you. no matter where you are.
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