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This Happened, This Happened, and This Happened Too

I read that before writing this small narrative, and I would like to thank King for his inspiring work. (Part of the story.)
Hello, reader. My name is Scott Watson, born in the great—Well, exceptional – United States of America. I am a heavy reader, and have now decided to write my own story. It will, in short, be a sort of diary—Yet, that sounds like something you'd hear in some amateur scary story. All I am doing is simply writing...a biography. Yes, perfect.
My apologies, for I'm rambling. Back to the story. Today is—Hell if you care, right? For all I know, you're reading this many years later. I guess nothing else is happening today.
I woke up in the night. I heard a rustling. Dammit, King, you've got me paranoid. I'm going to take a nap.
I had a nightmare, waking in a cold sweat. I'll tell about it soon enough. I'm still so tired. I guess I'm going back to bed, now. Good night, di—biography.
I can't sleep anymore. Every time I close my eyes, I see the...thing...from the nightmare. It...I can't describe it. It pains me to think of it. I just hope it will stop soon. The thought of it brings a chill down my spine. Back to bed, where I probably won't even sleep.
Oh, God. Another nightmare. It spoke to me. It stared at me, for what seemed like forever, before saying in this horrible voice..."What happened?" Why does that sound familiar? Why do I feel like I could answer that question?
Stephen King. This happened. And this, too. Now please, just please, go away make it STOP I can't take it!
Soon, I won't be able to stand it. It came to me again. "And what happened then? You're learning, Scott." Why is it doing this to me? Why is it torturing me, why?! I don't understand anymore. I can't take it any longer.
This happened, too. It came to me for a third time, asking what happened next. You probably think this is bullshit, but that's what I answered. This happened, too. I'm waiting. These aren't dreams.
It came to me, for what I think is the last time. It told me my story is over. Good.
KFIIQ, RF^BFr. My name is—Oh, God. STOP IT. WHY ARE YOU DOING—
I read the news today. Stephen King died. He has been tormenting me, I've realized. But not tormenting. Teaching. Teaching me how to write. How to....live.
He did the story right so I taught him how to do better than that to make it come true. There was no plot though so his story is over. No plot? Why would you because I said stop it you could live this wa
Scott Watson was found dead, with this written in his notebook on his bedside table. It seems to have been a suicide, his pen stabbed into his throat. Apparently, Stephen King manipulated him, even though he's dead.. Nobody is completely sure what drove him to do this—There surely must be a reasonable answer to this, rather than the man simply going insane. What happened to him? There was one last sentence—I don't think it was in red pen.
This happened, and this happened, and then this happened, too.
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This Is Not a Dream

Last week or so, my boyfriend let me borrow his laptop to play The Sims. He let me of course, but I noticed something odd when I went to go install the expansion packs. There was a see through icon on the desktop. Thinking it was one of the virus thingys (his laptop is infected with malware and spyware and such) I left it alone and played Sims as normal.
When I finally got bored of it it was almost three in the morning. I exited the Sims and went to the desktop screen. The see through icon was now a .RXT file, a rich text document called THISISNOTADREAM. I checked to see the date on it when it was made and the date on it was May 14th 1980 at 12:47:32.
This was the time that I got on it. Hesitant, I clicked on it and it took me to wordpad. This is the message it showed me.
Hello.... you probably don't know who I am. Let me clarify. I am the darkness that surrounds you. I am the shadows you see on the walls at night. For someone who thinks they are so great, I'm scaring you right now.
If you read this, you see more of me. It will start off small, a scratch at the door, something falling off your table. But then... then you start to see me. It starts off as a a shadow in the corner of your eye. Soon you start to see it move but always in your peripheral vision.
Then you feel something watching you. You'll wake up when you are sleeping to me looking at you. You'll think it is just your imagination but after a few nights, you'll start to wonder.
After a while, the noises will keep you up at night. Your mind will start to slowly desintergrate. But before you die, you'll meet me. I will look you in the eyes while yours fill with fear as you feel your life coming to an end.
It has been three days since then, and I feel like I am always being watched by something.
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This Man.

You know this man.
You've seen this man.
You don't have a clue what he does. 
But You know him.
And he knows you.
And if he doesn't,
Well, tough shit.
And you've heard this guy speak.
But you've never heard his voice.
And he's looking at you right now.
And you're looking at him.
He's giving you that stare.
That 'Fuck Off' stare
But you still know him.
You're not friends with him.
But you kind of know you are.
Cause deep in your heart,
You know this man.
He may shop at walmart,
He may wear a questionalble sweater,
But you know him,
and he knows you.
Cause you've seen him in the bathtub,
When you were in the bathtub,
And you've seen him in the shower
When you've been in the shower,
And you know him.
You may deny it,
But you know you do.
Cause he's the awkward guy who sits in the food court all day,
Wishing he was gay,
Smking pot,
And eating noodles,
Whils staring at you.
And want to stay away from him,
But you know him,
And you still stay away from him.
Cause he means danger whenever he's around,
No matter if your a spooky scarey skeleton,
Or a guy in lost-and found,
And you know him.
Yes you do.
YES YOU DO.
YOU DO YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
ARE YOU RECORDING ME?
YOU SON OF A BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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This Message

I was a walking around the woods near my house when I came across a mini cassette tape by a fallen tree. The tape had a yellow label with the title HELP writtn in red sharpie. Curious, I put the tape in my pocket and I rushed home. As soon as I got home I went to my attic and dug up my old answering machine that used mini cassettes to tape missed calls. I went downstairs, plugged in the answering machine, and popped in the tape. This is what I heard:
[Static]
My name is [static]. I'm being chased by some creature, and it's closing in on me. Someone, help me [static]. I retreated to this abandoned house located not that far from the woods [static]. It's dark in here and I'm scared. That thing killed all my friends and I'm all by myself. Please god, don't let that thing find me- if you find this tape and I dont make it, I want to give you some friendly advice about the monster. That thing can take over human bodies and you can tell it took over someone because the host will have pure red blood shot eyes.
[CRASH]
No! It's got my leg! Nooooooooooooooo! [static] [monstrous sounds can be heard]
As soon as the tape stopped I got up and ran out of my house at full speed and crashed into a random guy. I helped the guy up but something seemed strange about him- I'm not talking about his stance or his clothing either, I'm talking about his eyes- they were blood shot red.
Wait, oh shit.
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This Old Boy

Before we begin, might I suggest you stay weary of those you've come to love and trust.
As I departed the bus at a friend's house I hadn't seen in 3 years, I felt lively and overwhelming joy flood over me as I grasped the knob and crept in quietly to surprise him. He was already inside the foyer, nearing the stairs to his attic as he turned to see me and his face shone like glass in the sun when I tripped in like a dolt with my shoes untied. "MY GOD! I was about to call you, my good friend! I was worried you died before I could see you a last time!" I merely grinned a goofily and got to my feet. I was immediately struck dumb when he wrapped me in a tight hug. "May I ask a favor?" he asked in a cheerful tone. I replied in a tone just slightly above his, "Of course! What do you need? I'll help any way I can!" Big mistake on my part. "Can you get me some bleach for my laundry? I would be SUPER grateful!" "Sure! Anything to help!" I shouted as I bolted for the door and passing Alex, another good friend since we were three years old, while he entered the house when Sam atempted to climb the stairs. I got to the store only to find a man with no right leg working the register. After purchasing the bleach, he asked me in a shaky voice, "Wh... Where are you taking this, young man?" "To my friend, Sam, sir! Take care!" As I flew from the counter to the exit, I believe I heard him mumble something like, "Why?... What would he want from..." I came to the house breathing heavily, for running from here to the store is roughly 15 minutes, and opened the door to find Sam standing in the foyer once again, wearing Alex's glasses with an unsettling grin. 'Why is he wearing..' Upon closer inspection, I noticed his right leg seemed awfully familiar. It was the shop owner's! And his eyes were now more like... My heart stopped... Alex descended the stairs on his stomach, eyeless and toungeless. "Why?..." I mumbled breathlessly in fear as he came closer, forcing me to step back to the closed door and put a cold hand on my shoulder, eyes bleeding lightly. "This old body will die before I can ever live my dream of a normal exitance. I believe I could use a new pair of lungs and heart too."
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This creppy doll I had

Few years ago I got a present from my uncle right afther his friends wedding. While I was playing with my present (which is a doll) I didn't like it very much I only like dolls that are pretty like Barbie's. I notice that... The doll always stares at me even when I slant it it moves it's eyes and looks at me that scared the crap out if me... I didn't want to tell my parents about this doll because they won't believe me if I do. So I put the doll on my craft table. A few days later my grandma came to my house. She came to me room picked up the doll and said, " what a cute doll you have there". I walked next to my grandma and the doll started staring at me... I was like wtf. Then I said to my grandma, " we'll you see grandma this doll is kind of creeping me out so can you go ahead and like put it back on my craft table?". Well she did put it back facing me and the doll looking at me... Once a few hours later... My grandma came home, "FINALLY". I thought to myself. Then a few minutes later I TOOK MY SCREW DRIVER AND STARTED STABBING THE DOLLS FACE JUST TO GET THE EYES OUT... .-. Well... It didn't work that well the eyes didn't come out. Crap. Well I did have a lot of tools in my under my craft desk so I used alcohol instead >.< it ruined the Dolly's eye and I threw it out the window with my goddamn bare hands.-. 
And I never saw the doll again
==Vastly Improved Version==
A few years ago I got a present from my uncle right after his friend's wedding. While I was playing with my present (which is a doll), I didn't like it very much. I only like dolls that are pretty like Barbie's. I notice that... The doll always stares at me even when I slant it... it moves its eyes and looks at me. That scared the crap out if me... I didn't want to tell my parents about this doll because they won't believe me if I do. So I put the doll on my craft table.
A few days later my grandma came to my house. She came to me room, picked up the doll and said, "What a cute doll you have there." I walked next to my grandma and the doll started staring at me... I was like, "Wtf." My grandma was surprised at my firm grasp of internet language. Then I said to my grandma, "Well, you see grandma, this doll is kind of creeping me out so can you go ahead and like put it back on my craft table? And also buy me a Barbie? Because Barbies are fucking awesome, bitch." Well she did put it back and the doll kept on looking at me like it was a pervert... 
A few hours later...
My grandma came home. "FINALLY, THE BITCH IS BACK," I thought to myself. Then a few minutes later I took my screwdriver and stabbed the doll in the face like a total idiot...  
Well... It didn't work that well. The eyes didn't come out. Crap. Well I did have a lot of tools in my under my craft desk so I used alcohol instead.
It ruined the Dolly's eye and I threw it out the window with my goddamn bare hands and laughed at it.
And I never saw the doll again.
BECAUSE IT WAS PHOOONE!!!11!!!
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This is my first pasta and some feedbacks would very appreciated

hello everyone this is my first creepy pasta and sum ffeeedback will be apreciated. i really want to get this published into a book so please suggest how i can improve please.
tommy was in his house and on the toilet doing a shit and suddenly he felt somthign. it was like a very larg slimey monster was grab his hand so he felt very scared and he scream, his heart beat went fatser and then he started to cry. then he try to puull his hand away realise he was sit on it and the hand was full of shit
thank ver much, i appreciat your efofrts i know this pasta is very shit but please help me improve i will very grateful
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This is my kingdom cum

When the days are cold,
and your cocks all cold,
and the saints we see are all made of gold.
When your cums all stale
and the worst of all,
You cum in your dream, look at the mess you've made.
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shit and cum.
But with the beast inside, there's nowhere we can hide.
No matter what we breed,
We still are made of seed.
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom cum
"Jeff the Killer cums into my room"
When you look at my d-
"I get handed Dietz Nuts from the sky"
Look into my ass,
It's where my semen hide,
It's where my penis hard.
"Jeff the Killer is getting close"
Don't get too close
"Jeff stops"
It's cock inside
"I throw my Dietz Nuts at Jeff"
It's where my semen hide,
It's where my penis hard.
"Jeff fucking dies"
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This makes me want to... (Copypasta)

This makes me want to light some candles, lay in a circle of roses on my freshly cleaned satin sheets, put on "Hello" by Lionel Richie, put whip cream on my areolas, and flick me tongue in circles while I tickle me taint with a feather. Also, I'd like to have a little midget wif me to whisper dirty little midget things in me ear. While the little midget gives me a half chub, I want an obese African American girl that looks like Lizzo to sit on me face and wiggle her bum violently. If my skull isn't crushed, I hope that someday, my fastest swimmer will be able to experience the same exact scenario like this. But instead, there is a rather handsome middle eastern man wearin' nothin' but a turban and sandals, willy exposed, dilly dilly. He shall be accompanied by a fat goat, who only speaks in intense, intimate goat moans. These two extraordinary beings will make my scrot' feel as if it is in a jar of heroin that is catalyzed by premium cocaine made by Gordon Ramsey himself in the Colombian jungle with Pablo Escobar. Oh no, I have forgotten about me toes... Here is what will happen. I will have Drake and Josh fondle and finagle with me two pinky toes, ya know, I'll have em' take turns and rotate. Now me big toes will be treated like English Colonies in the 18th century, preferably India, and Irish belly dancers will be more than adequate for that position. The rest of the toes will simply be put in a jar of mayhaw jelly, directly after me balls are dipped after being space vacuumed by the sexy goat. And last but not least, my bunghole will be pecky weckied by a slurping super silky boom boom bantam cuckold rooster (I'm performing intercourse with his wife-hence the furious tongue flicking). By the way, the names Ron :). Hit me up leprechauns.
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This page will waste your time.

Told you it would.
See? That's all I said. That's right.
I bet you want to punch me now.
But you can't. I'm on the Internet, where I can act tough and it would never be revealed that I'm weak.
Gets punched in face through Internet*
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This secret should have stayed forgotten

I was going through my attic and looking through some old boxes when I came across a dusty old book. It had skulls and a 666 on the cover so I opened it. Inside was a picture of me, reading the exact same book but with my nutsack through my zipper. I turned the page. I found a closeup of my balls from the last picture. I was shaking. I closed the book and threw it across the attic. I thought that would be the end of it, but then I remembered my balls. So I unzipped and pulled my baby bags out to inspect them. They were big and felt like two purses full of lead. That's when I remembered... I made that book.
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This was troll

Day 24, 1998.
The food rations are running low, I cannot stay in here any longer. I get such paranoia from the walls, it always seems like they'll collapse upon me any second now. The spider webs dangle from the ceiling, and call out to the floor. There's a knocking on the door, yet every minute that passes by it gets louder and louder.
It's finally gotten to the point where it's unbelievably loud. It's a constant bash on the door, at a slow and steady pace. I'm dropping the pencil, and I'm determined to see what's behind the door.
I'm back, I gripped the doorknob and it rattled. When I opened the door A SKELETON POPPED OUT!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA SKELETONS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Thomas.EAV6I

I live in a small neiberhood in Codorado and this neiberhood is quite poor. All the houses look pretty ugly and have only one story. There is only one house that stands out from the rest and that house has 2 stories and white walls. One day this house had a garge sale and litterly everything was free. I went to it and bought a blue DVD tape that just had the 1 paintd that was painted on thomas, was on the back. I went home and putt he tape into the VCR. The season 1-5 openning started playing instanly but something was not right. The thomas model was actully the one from the polite, not the one from the orginal show. The music was extremly slow and the windmill was just still. The next sence wheere thomas going arcoss a working water sytem, everything that was suppose to be moving was just still. Once again the polite model and the slow music. The next sence where thomas is going under a bridge was just... skipped. The last sence where thomas aproches the station, thomas was pulling regular coachas instead Anime and Clerible. And for some reason I think I saw Terrance the tractor right behind the staion, but his uslay smile was upside down which made him look down. But what shocked the most that was Thomas was wearing percy's sad face. Before the epsiode staring text appeared on the screen 
Railroad troble
was shown on the screen for about 5 second till the episode started. It started at Percruys den, which Toby, Percuy, and Thomas live. However only percuy was there. Percuy was waering his sad face but he still kept silence in his shed. Out of nowhere a brake van falls from the sky and dose a full 360 before epxploding on the ground. The screen fades to black as the explode covers the screen. A picture of the man who owns the house was lying on the grass with his eyes closed. Then the man who owned the best house in the neibhood with an evil grin came into my house and killed me.
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Thomas Train Accidentally Morders Tom Cat

Hello everyone, I have an important story to tell you.
This story is really important because it exposes the truth about Thomas Train. It is pretty scary, so if you are a whimp, then you will probably die while reading this. 
Believe it or not, but I saw something scary this one time. It started at 2:00 am, on a regular day, when I turned on the TV. I was watching the TV when Thomas Train, my 22th favorite show ever, came on the TV. I was super excited when the intro started to play, but it was weird. Instead of regular trains doing things, it had Thomas Train with ears for eyeballs chanting "Oopsies!" her and over again. I thought it was a animation glitch, but then I got confused when I looked and the title was "Thomas Train commits Slight Genocide". I was really confused because Thomas Train isn't dark show, and this did not sound not dark. It was also only 2:00 am, so it was weird for it to be playing so early. 
The show started normally with all the trains talking with their mouths with each other when Tom Cat from Tom and Jerry suddenly shows up. Tom Cat was insulting Thomas Train and dropping fat Ls, and this made Thomas Train get angry. He tried to slap Tom Cat's annoying face cheeks but Thomas Train forgot he didn't have arms so he tipped over onto Tom Cat, killing him and spurting hyper realistic blood. The screen then turned to static for 32 minutes and 17 seconds. 
I got really scared but kept watching it anyway (I'm really weird). When it came back on, Thomas Train looked really happy. Everyone was really shocked and Thomas Train murdered everyone else by rolling over them to erase evidence. The Fat Conductor came along, and Thomas Train ate him with his mouth. Unfortunately for Thomas Train, Thomas Train then got taken to Train Court anyways where he was found guilty for death, and got sentenced to death by killingment. Thomas Train was then killed by being killed to death. 
homas Train's eyes turned black and only slightly hyper realistic blood poured out of his eyes and the episode ended. The credits were filled with the name Tom Cat and blood. Then suddenly, Thomas Train burst through the door, smiling with teeth. He looked like a vampire that was also a train. He tried to morder me and then he ate me up. I am writing this from Thomas Train's stomach. So if you ever turn on the TV, don't watch the episode "Thomas Train commits Slight Genocide". 
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