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The Audio Induced Retentive Image Experiment

Okay, before I tell you about what just happened, allow me to give you some context. I don't feel comfortable with random people knowing my name, so you can call me D. I work for the research division of a company that I won't give the name of (privacy reasons). The team that I work with does experiments to test how much influence audio triggers can have on the mind. One such experiment was The Audio Induced Retentive Image Experiment. It was a test where a sequence of beeps and noises were played, each stimulating a certain part of the mind to see if we could cause the one listening to retain an image of a person that we showed them, to the point that they would see that person in their dreams. Once we figured out the correct audio triggers that activated the necessary parts of the brain, our next few trials were successful, as the image of that person was stored in the test subject's subconscious mind.
The reason I'm talking about this confidential research is because someone, somehow found out about the audio cues we used in the experiment and posted a video online with the triggers in it. The only difference from our experiment is that they replaced the image of the person with a creepy, disturbing image, thereby causing those watching the video to see the new image in their dreams.
I think one of the researchers on my team did this as some kind of joke, so I'm in the middle investigating this right now. I left the link to the video here if you want to watch it, although I do want to warn you that you will see the new image in your dreams for at least the next 3-7 days. I would also ask that you do not take the audio triggers from the video and add other disturbing imagery to cause others to have nightmares. This was not what our research was meant for, and I do not want this joke to be carried any further.
If you do decide to watch the video, then let me know if it worked, as we have not completed that many successful trials as of now and it would be valuable data to collect. One more thing. The audio cues work best if the video is viewed with headphones, in a dark room (so there is less visual sensory stimulation in the brain), and right before the subject goes to sleep, so for the best results I would recommend watching it under these conditions.
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The Baby Einstein Lost Episode

Hello, my name is Tristan, I am 14 years old and have a little brother named Thomas. This month, it was Thomas's birthday. He was turning 2 and I wanted to buy a gift for him. I was searching on Ebay, when I found something odd. It was called, "NEVER BEFORE SEEN! BABY EINSTEIN UNRELEASED EPISODE! EXTREMELY RARE!!!"
The Picture that came with it was a picture of a VHS tape labeled, Baby Mozart , Bootleg Copy, Copyright 1999" in sharpie. The strange thing was that it was only 99. I was confused why it was so cheap. I Bought it and it came in the mail 3 days later. I Gave it to him and he loved it! Until that night, something very strange happened. That night he threw up alot and he had a fever. So later my mom took him to the doctor and the doctor said the weirdest thing, he didn't have a virus. I was very confused and shocked at the same time.
That next day he came up to me and said this, "Scary Dragon, Scary Puppets, scoop, dig, scoop". I was freaked out now, then it came to me. In the Creepypasta "Thomas and the Children". The little kid got shocked because the VHS Tape was a lost episode! I Ran upstairs and popped the VHS in the player and what I saw has scared me for life.
It started out with about a minute of static, which was odd because the tape looked perfectly new. When it went to the opening, something was very off, the pitch of the music seemed lower and a little faster then normal, and the caterpillars smile seemed a little more big,but still normal After that it went to the copyright warning which was the same as every other baby einstein video and then it cut to Bard the Dragon just staring at the screen with a very weird look on his face, this went on for about a minute. Then the screen started glitching insanely, even the background started changing to color bars.
After that, it cut to some different toys and a fish bowl slowly moving and changing with weird reversed music playing. After that things got very strange. There were distorted noises of babies crying while a real life video of race car crash played. Then is cut to black for about 30 seconds suddenly it cut to the turtle from what looked to be from baby neptune with no eyes just looking at the screen for about 10 seconds and then it cut to a Raggedy Ann doll with video glitches going everywhere.
Then it goes to the credits which were playing in reverse with weird distorted sounds instead of music. For a few split seconds, I could see Bard staring at the camera like he was in the beginning. the rest of the tape was Static, Color Bars, and again alot of stacic I had no idea what the hell that was even about, it made no sence what so ever.
Anyways, I burned it on to a dvd then to my computer but I lit the video tape on fire never to see that god damn thing ever again! But I will propably upload the video on youtube and post a link here soon.
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The Back Room

Every town has one of those fucking clinics. They're designed specifically for women. Not just any ordinary women, women who are carrying the seed of a man, either wanted or unwanted. They enter these clinics to get the seed removed from their body for whatever reason, usually in the case of rape or miscarriage.
You're an intern at one of these sinful clinics. In those type of cases, you don't question the intentions of the female. The doctor tells you to leave the room and he or she takes this vaccum-like device. You hear the sucking of air coming from the contraption, but nothing else as you leave the room. That night, you are asked to clean the contents of the vacuum.
Reluctantly, you go to clean the vacuums. Sure enough, awaiting you are the contents of the woman's holding unit. The contents often resemble human arms, legs, or faces, often times dead-faced or undeveloped. How could the doctor ask you to do such a thing? But you don't want to lose your internship, so you do it.
The souls that never got to live visit you a night later, and curse you for disposing of their remains in an improper manner. You have two options:
A. Dispose of the remains properly (the trashcan in the basement won't do).
or
B. Kill the doctor responsible for the deaths.
You really don't want to go near their nasty limbs and faces again, so you do as you please.
The next night you break into the doctor's home. The doctor who performed the procedure a few days ago is the one you must eliminate. The doctor happens to be a woman.
You are feeling some remorse for the female doctor, mostly because you have a crush on her. She is of Spanish origin and is the age of 26, very young and beautiful. She is laying next to her husband. They have no kids. You drug the husband and the doctor and prepare a scalpel. You surgically remove the woman's eggs from her body, and leave her bleeding there, intoxicated for the next 15 minutes.
The souls of the unalive visit you later that night. They thank you for doing the extra bonus on your mission, but the woman still bled out.
The souls of the aborted are pleased. Satan thanks you.
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The Bad Forest

One day there was a forest in a small town in Maine and it was a bad forest. When the people went in the bad forest they were greeted with gloomy darkness. One person even said he saw a monster. And a person disappeared in the bad forest once. No one has ever seen him again. So no one went in the forest because it was scary. But one day 21-year-old John lost his tennis ball in the bad forest. It was his favorite ball. He wanted it back. He went into the forest to get his favorite ball back. He was greeted with gloomy darkness. Every thing was dark and gray and mean looking. And then he noticed that in every tree there were skulls drawn in blood. He sniffed the blood. It smelled fresh. He pulled out his gun to be safe but he wasn't fast enough because the monster got him. He tried shooting the monster but it got him already. He was dead. But who was the monster? The ball was the monster and now its another man's favorite ball which will be lost in the bad forest and then he will try to find it and be killed. But how do I know this? You fool. You should have known by now. I am the forest. Hahaha.
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The Ball Pit

A mother took her eager 3 year old son to a fast food restaurant for lunch. The boy finished his lunch quickly and asked his mom if he could go play in the play area. The restaurant had a special little play area at the side with some tunnels, a slide and a ball pit for kids, filled with plastic balls.
She watched as the boy crawled through the tunnels, went down the slide and jumped into the ball pit. He jumped up and down on the brightly colored balls, dove into them and burrowed down under them.
The boy had been playing for about 10 minutes when, all of a sudden, he stopped and began to cry loudly. The mother rushed to her son, picked him up and asked him what was wrong. The little boy just wailed and pointed to his butt. His mother pulled down his pants and saw two little red marks on one of his butt cheeks. She thought he must have just sat on something sharp, but just to be sure, she took him to the hospital.
A doctor examined the little boy in the emergency room and told the mother that the marks on her son's butt were a snake bite. The doctor gave the boy an antidote for the snake poison and kept him in hospital overnight for observation.
The next day, the boy's mother returned to the fast food restaurant to complain. She approached the counter and shouted at one of the teenagers who worked there.
"My son was bitten by a snake in your ball pit," the woman screamed.
"You should count yourself lucky, lady," said the teenager. "A kid got eaten by a shark in there last week."
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The Balloon Man

Still now, I enjoy playing some of my old games on my Playstation One, but one scarred me for life. It was a rainy day and I was bored, it was the last day of the holidays and I only had a few hours 'till I had to go to bed. As I browsed through my game collection, I noticed a game that I hadn't played before. It was called: "The Balloon Man". I was eager to play it so I booted up my PS1; inserted the game, and began to play. It was a simple game in which you had to press X as fast as you could to keep the man in the air. There where several balloons tied to the man's hand and a pin in the other. He was smiling, like he was enjoying himself, but the more you tire, the more balloons he pops. As I continued playing, the game got progressevely harder, and the man become more concerned. I decided to stop pressing altogether to see what would happen. The man let out a loud, disturbing scream as he fell to the ground. I wondered why this happened, one of the reasons obviosly because he was falling, but why was he screaming like THAT? He never did that when I failed a level, because I was still pressing, perhaps? There was a sickening crunch as the man hit the ground, and a message appeared saying: " The man has died, so you will too! Oh GOOD SHOW." Cliche. I thought. The game moved on to another level which was named: "Level: Samuel Davis" I fell back on my chair as I read this. How did it know my name? I was about to close the game but the system would not allow it. The level started as "I" fell, filling the room with a blood-curdling, high pitched sream like my own. The game then showed a picture of the man that fell. It was a picture with the mans legs in a bloody mush, with his head hanging off his neck by a string. But the most disturbing, was his face. He had a develish smile with blank, fish like eyes.
This stopped me playing PS1 games altogether for a couple of months, my experience gave me nightmares, and a few days later, it was announced that a man had commited suicide. The body had been found with the legs missing, and his head severed from his neck.
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The Banshee of Connacht

The old man set down his glass. "I was in the peat bog earlier. I saw it."
His friend gaped. "You mean..."
"Yes. The Banshee of Connacht. She looked just like they say she does. She had a ragged dress, long, tangled locks of green hair, and bloodshot eyes. I was behind a bush gathering some peat when I saw her approach. I knelt down and watched her. She came close enough for me to get a good look at her. Suddenly she screamed and fled."
"She sensed some poor bloke about to die," offered the friend sadly. 
The old man slowly shook his head. "No, that wasn't it."
"Hmm?"
He grinned. "I was close enough to see her, remember? I saw a dark spot suddenly develop on her dress."
The two laughed and the friend agreed, "Yes, I imagine I'd scream too if I peed myself in a cold, windy peat bog!"
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The Barn

In a quiet part of Ireland, a well of pitch black colour is hidden in a barn. The barn is completely surrounded by walls of tall Alder trees, so it is difficult to find. If you do find it, you will notice the paint of the barn is a muddy brown, chipped & peeling away. From the door hangs a padlock bigger than your hand and it chains the doors shut. If you walk toward the west wall of the barn at precisely 6:36 am on a Sunday, there will be words carved into the paint. These words are instructions. Most of the time the inscription has been described as being carved into the barn with scratches like that of human fingernails, other times like that of claws. The message on the barn should read something like: “If you seek the answer to your question, bring 3 silver coins of the currency of Denmark. The doors will shift when the new moon casts its shadow” You should arrive at midnight of the new moon with the 3 coins. As you navigate your way to the barn, turn off any flash lights or objects that supply light, walk in the direction of the padlocked doors & reach out. The doors will be gone & you should walk into the barn. You will hear the echoes of whining dogs through the barn; do not let it discourage you. You may turn your flash light back on & the noise will subside immediately.
In front of you should be the dark well. Its stone cover contains 3 thin slots; there is where you must place your coins. The stone will shift itself out of the way & with the noise of rusted gears turning, a platform is raised. Upon the platform is a man who looks cold, starved & pale. You may ask him any question you want, even for the secret of the universe & he will answer you truthfully. The man will quickly grab your flashlight & push you onto the platform while sprinting from the barn. The platform will lower itself back into the well quickly & the stone slides over back into place. At the bottom of the well, there emits a light from the water that rises to your waist, there is just enough light to enable you to see the walls around you. Upon them are the scratched answers to every question asked in the universe with the exception of the one you asked.
To your left are 3 empty coin slots.
I hope you brought spare change.
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The Bas-Relief

Every 23,375 days, exactly at 12:04PM - at exactly 64 equal rotations of the plane - at zero degrees latitude, and zero degrees longitude, the tide of the ocean will suddenly drop. A building roughly the size of three city blocks, covered with bas reliefs, will rise suddenly from the depths.
This building will then begin to sink immediately, and will submerge completely within 2 minutes. According the eyewitness accounts, the reliefs depict certain famous events in human history, including events that had not yet happened.
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The Bathroom Door

That infamous bathroom door, it's always been there for me and my family. Its small quarters have been convenient to us, keeping medicine, bandages, towels, (etc.) to use whenever we needed to. For some odd reason though, no matter how many times I shut it, I always find it open. When I was little, that always annoyed me, so I would shut it whenever I'd get the chance to.
I remember telling my mom about that, and she just said, "Don't worry about it honey, it's nothing."
Now, though, I feel like something is there in that little closet. Hiding in all of the useful little doo-dads and necessities, watching me and my family when we enter that bathroom. I've never seen anything in there, but little creepers like that are the best stalkers, you can never find them until they want you to, but you can always feel their eerie presence.
Always there, watching, waiting for you, for the right moment, but the one being stalked never knows about it, till it happens. I don't want to wait for that moment, I try to avoid using that bathroom, but for some reason I always end up there. I know most of you here want to read about a Slenderman story, Jeff the Killer, or some main stream pasta spin-off.
Well this isn't one, it's very original, and I'm writing about myself. I don't lie, I can't claim that there's some entity in my bathroom closet. When I'm in that bathroom, I feel like something is there, watching me, and I just end up staring at that door. Just staring, no thought, just drawing a blank before running off to my room in a jolt of unknown fear, just to go on to deviantART to distract myself.
I hope I haven't wasted your time here, and I hope you don't think this is a bad pasta, but I just got something from my life and put it down here. I believed that the truth would be the best originality for these kind of stories. Really though, I'm not claiming there is Slenderman in my closet, or something that's been made clear on these pastas, just a feeling. Perhaps it's the Schizophrenia that runs in my family that is getting to me.
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The Bayou Booyah

One night, me and my coworkers were travelling the woods in an RV to have an all night Sexcapade orgy; each of us were responsible for bringing erotic stuff for a fun night. Dennis had brought flavored condoms Brian brought edible panties Daniel brought the chocolate sauce and nachos Diana brought the stink-porn Thomas is here cause he's bald and me, I brought the whip and chicken feathers.
As we found a place to park and engage in acts so wild PornHub wouldn't approve, we see a park ranger come up to us. "I wouldn't be out here after dark, y'know" he said "this is where the sexy 20-to-35-year-olds were brutally murdered 50 years ago tonight".
"Why, you don't have to worry about that" I said "none of us are sexy at all!" we laughed and decided to watch some Minecraft videos to get us in the mood. The park ranger walked off into the night.
Some hours later, I woke up due to a splitting scream. God damn it Diana must have forgot to take the plumber out of the toilet again. Daniel comes in and says "yo, we need to explore that mansion over there" we went out to see a mansion, and on our RV written in blood was "GET OUT" and the corpse of the park ranger there.
"Well, he certainly wasn't the owner of the mansion, he was no BLUE BLOOD" said Brian. We all laughed and I punched Thomas in the face for no reason.
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The Beast Behind the Toilet

After a long day without using the bathroom, I needed to use the bathroom. So I went to the bathroom. As I walked into the bathroom, everything seemed normal. Until I did what I had to do: Pee. It was all going well at first, but only seconds after I started is when I was foot to face with death. A beast crawled out from behind the toilet. This horrible freak of nature is known as a spider. A full grown spider. It had to be at least a full millimeter, and like all spiders, it could kill me in a single touch. The spider crawled closer to me, and fast did it crawl. I couldn't move, I was in shock because of what I was seeing. After gaining control of my actions, I still was helpless. I still had more pee inside me. I couldn't run because my mom would be mad at me for getting pee everywhere, and I couldn't stop the pee, because it would sting. There was nothing I could do. The spider was getting closer. It crawled onto the bathroom rug that I was standing on, and I lost it. Pee finally stopped coming out and I was able to get away. I ran to my room and locked the door, I don't think the spider knows how locks work. I thought I was safe, but I was wrong. I felt something on my leg, so I looked down and screamed at the top of my lungs. The spider was on me. It all started to make sense. It crawled onto the rug in the bathroom and crawled onto me while I couldn't see it. It was going to get me when I thought I was safe. After about 2 minutes of jumping around my room, throwing my arms and legs in every direction, I lost the spider. It is now in my carpet, waiting for me to put my feet down when I get off my chair so it can crawl back onto me, and devour my soul. I can never leave my chair.
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