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Three's Company: Lost Episode

I was at a yard sale when I saw a tape for "Three's Company". As a big fan of that show, I decided to buy it but that when I noticed it said "Lost Episode". I thought it meant an episode they did not show for like, lack of interest, stuff like that. I went home and put it straight in my VCR. It started with the normal theme song and when it went to the show, it started with the three of them watching TV. Then there is a knock so Jack goes to the door and it showed Larry. Larry was talking about Mr. Furley going around the building with a chainsaw killing all the people. Janet goes to the kitchen to get food but RF AKA Mr. Furley, was at the window so Janet tries to push him off but gets a chainsaw and cuts her head off. Chrissy gets a knife to defend herself but RF burst into the living room with Janets's head in his right hand.
Jack, Larry and Chrissy hide into the bathroom and get a shelf to block the door, Larry stands with his back to the door while RF gets his chainsaw to cut a hole in the door and grabs Larry's head and starts chainsawing him. Chrissy and Jack watch in horror as Larry gets killed. RF gets in and smiles at them so Jack asks why he is doing this and RF says" I DO THIS FOR FUN!!!" Out of nowhere a gunshot is heard, RF falls onto the ground while a bunch of cops behind him with guns aiming. Chrissy thought they were safe but the chainsaw started going out of control and cuts Chrissy foot making her fall while it goes to her face, Jack runs to the cops but the chainsaw gets two cops to fall down and kill them so the remaining ten cops open fire on the chainsaw destroying it.
After it was over I grabbed it and put it into my garbage can and lit it on fire, to this day, only seventeen copies remain at the sale so I went to the sale but they have moved. If you ever find a lost episode, ask the owner first what it is about.
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Three Doll Fingers

So there was once a rich girl who really wanted a doll. Then she saw a doll in the mall that she wanted. Her dad looked surprised and said "40 dollar-ahs" and said yes. He then went up to the cashier and the cashier said "Are you sure you want this doll? It has been returned twenty times," and the dad said "Whatever, will just get it,".
Then when they came home, it was nighttime and it was time to sleep so the girl put her new doll right next to her. When the Dad woke up to take a shower, he went to his daughter's room and saw the doll hold up its pointer finger up. So the dad didn't mind and just went to take a shower.
Then the next day when the Dad woke up to make a sandwich, he decided to go up to his daughter's room and saw the doll holding up two fingers.
The very next day the father was heading out to work but then he went to his daughter's room and saw the doll holding up three fingers so he tried to wake up his daughter up but she never woke up.
The end.
Note: Most of the story is not by me and was written by a friend of mine.
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Three night’s at Evil patrixxx

Ok so I rejoin the Evil patrixxx's pizzeria as a night guard, let's just say it wasn't good. Literally the animatronics are the same, and there's a new one, called golden evil patrixxx. I thought that it was copying Fnaf, which is also called five nights at Freddy's. I'm only here to talk about night 2 and 3. Night 1 was the same as when I first joined as a night guard. So night two, like, sundely started to move abit. Spongeebobby moved, and Sqouiddyword move. It was boring because it felt like Fnaf. Also, there was Spongeebobby mask, because there was a unused, scraped animatronic, called mister tabs, which was basically mr krabs. I had to shut the door on Spongeebobby, sqouiddyword and evil patrixxx disgusting face that was stupid. And I kept sleeping like shit. Night three was chaotic, literally sundely kept trying to jumpscare me, like, every 5 minutes. There a music box to keep golden evil patrixxx calm, and there a generator that increases my batteries. It was so stressful that I need coffee every second. I couldn't even look at my phone or watch YouTube. It was 5.50 am, and I nearly forgot to wind the music box. So when I checked golden patrixxx, he was literally T-posing, so I wound up the music box. When I put down my iPad, which had access to the cameras, Mr. Tabs was standing in front of me with a bloody knife, so I wore the Spongeebobby mask, then it turned 6am, and I was like, "in your face" at Mr. Tabs and left the pizzeria, I then resigned because it was cringe. I might go because I have been thinking about it. I don't love the pizzeria, I like working as a night guard there.
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Through the Eyes of a Madman

Through the Eyes of a Madman
I see unlit households sheltering the weak
The homes of those who bring the pleasure I seek
They are too blind to see what's coming
They are trapped in slumber, keeping them from running
Through the Eyes of a Madman
I see the sleeping bodies of those who will become my toys
The objects that bring about thrills of torture and destroying
I watch as they lay limp, tossing and turning in their beds
They go along in their dream worlds, unaware of what's ahead
Through the eyes of a Madman
I see my play-things slowly slip back into the real world
As the answer to their questioned salvation unfurls
I watch excitedly as their as their eyes sluggishly open
Thinking about all about all the fun we'll have for which I'm hoping
Through the Eyes of a Madman
I see tears of denial streaming down their faces
As they ask why death had come here, of all places
I assure them that death hasn't arrived yet
Once we have had our fun, we'll be all set
Through the Eyes of a Madman
I see you, yes you, my toy, shaking in your chair
You're darting your head around, wondering if I'm really there
I'll be in your bedroom soon, so I can confirm your fears
I can't wait to play with you, I'm growing ever so near
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Through the santa darkly

'we're lost bill, admit it! lost on christmas eve!'
'how can we be lost, there's only one road!' we'd been driving the same back road for hours. it was the only way up to my cousin tom's cabin. sure, sometimes there were other roads around, connecting to our road, going in the opposite direction or branching off but those were just distractions. how could we be lost?
'where is this cabin anyway? we were supposed to be there hours ago bill! some vacation this is turning out to be!'
'honey, can you calm down? i'd say we're just fifteen minutes away. can you just let me drive?'
'well alright. i guess i was getting a little worked up bu- BILL WATCH OUT FOR THE... AAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!'
something hit the car with a thump 'oh jesus christ... jesus... oh god... what did i hit? don't be an elf don't be an elf don't be an elf.' was all i could think as i got out of the car. the figure on the road became clearer and as i approached it took the shape of a man. to my relief he was sitting up. maybe was just winded. 'oooooooh...' he groaned 'i think i'm winded...'
after apologizing until it lost all meaning, we couldn't just leave him so we decided to give him a ride up to the cabin with us and phone someone or something. 'are you sure you wouldn't be more comfortable in the trunk?' my girlfriend asked. 'oooh no, i'm good, thanks though...' his tone lightened a bit, 'speaking of good... have you two been good?'
my girlfriend laughed. 'uumm, what exactly do you mean?'
'i mean have you been, oh i don't know... unfaithful to each other?'
'oh my god, how could you even ask that!' my girlfriend choked. i wasn't sure what the source of her shock was, but i could tell it wasn't only the audacity of the hitchhiker. i myself had questioned her loyalty all those nights she came home late from the office where her boyfriend worked.
'i'm sorry!' the man laughed, 'didn't mean to hit such a nerve! what i mean is one of you haven't, oh, i don't know, taken out a massive bank loan on the other's name have you?'
it was my turn to laugh but it came out as a few panicked huffs. 'whe, whe, well that's just crazy! even if one of us does have a crippling gambling addiction!'
the man in the back seat smiled.
'what do you want!' i cried, 'how do you know all of this! who sent you? whatever they're paying i'll double! after the bronco's game though because i've got a system and every sign points to a big payoff this time... but you know i'm good for it!'
'sorry guys' said the man in the back, 'you've both been very VERY naughty. looks like we're at the end of the line.' and we were. i eased the car to a stop at the dead end we'd reached. right there in the middle of the road was a towering pole and what looked like... 'my god!' i gasped. people. bodies impaled on this hideous pole.
'welcome.' said the stranger 'to the north pole.'
it was then that i noticed: he was santa.
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Throwing Boomerangs in the Dark

Faffy was a typical boy with an unusual name.
Last Friday, which was the 13th, he threw a boomerang into the dark...
And...
It...
Never...
Came...
Back...
Woah.
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Thug Aim

"Trolls," I said to myself as I closed my browser. "Skeletons? Just appearing?" It was not likely. I knew it wasn't a good idea to be reading horror stories this late on Halloween, but I was alone and bored. For the thin and slender man I was, it was a wonder that I was still single. It felt like I would be alone forever.
"Zal!" I yelled to my cat as she ran across the hall outside my room. "Go away!" I was still mad at that ball of fuzz for breaking my wax Jack statue from the movie, Nightmare Before Christmas. It was my favorite creation. It was also hard to make. Candles were my source of wax for Jack. She ran back and looked at me, meowing.
"Go away! You broke my candle Jack and I—"
I stopped mid-sentence when I heard a horrible, grating sound on my window. The next thing I knew, I heard my front door thrown open, followed by what could only be described as the sound of bones rattling.
I peered around the corner and I saw it. Its bones glistened in the soft light of the hallway lamp as it popped out and into view. There was a skeleton in my house, and it had just seen me. If only I had a gun and hadn't had that accident. My hand was damaged last year in a wreck, and I lost thug aim, which was my favorite way to hold a pistol.
Panicking, I ran to my room and slammed the door shut. Unfortunately, I forgot that tomorrow was laundry day and there were clothes on the ground under the door, so it failed to shut.
I saw it. I saw the skeleton slide his hand inside the crack of my door. The skeleton slowly opened the door. Acting out of fear, and not knowing what else to do, I got on the floor, shaking as I tried to climb under my bed.
The next thing I knew was that the skeleton was in my room, and everybody walked the dinosaur.
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Thunderfart

all night i laid in bed tossing and turning, panting and cursing, but it was hopeless. not even laying flat on my belly, a trusted technique i had used many times before, seemed to work. i was desperate. but then... hours later! i felt a rumbling, i knew it was coming and i was ready for it. i pulled in close to my wife, clenching my buttocks tightly and pushing my butt firmly against my loved one. then, magic happened. as i laid there i let out the loudest, most incredible fart i had ever let rip in my entire life. "OH JESUS WHAT THE HELL" my wife yelled but before she could say anything more the smell occured. this fart was so amazingly loud my neighbor started banging against our bedroom wall. what did they expect? it was 3 am for crying out loud. as my wife put on her robe and looked at me angrily i looked back at her with a tear in my eye and a stupid grin on my face she hadn't seen since our dating years. i had the bed all to myself last night. it was wonderful.
i hope against better judgment i will again one day let out a fart that leaves behind such devistation, but who am I kidding? farts like these are like halley's comet, the fact that they are this rare make them all the more special.
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Tim

Have you ever heard of Tim? Would you believe his story? Would you believe it if I said it has paranormal activity that killed Tim? If you're like me, then no, you wouldn't. I never believed the story...
I found out the heard way what happens when you think Tim lied. The story is about Tim, a young 10 year old living in Miami. He had just gotten his first ever Nintendo system. Tim would play it from dawn to dusk. But his father didn't like the thing Tim got for his birthday, so the father smashed the thing. Tim was upset with his father he locked himself in his room and never came out.
Or so they thought.
Tim's mother pleaded with him to come out. Tim always answered with, "If Nintendo dies, then Dad should die."
This went on for months. Tim's mother finally called the police. They broke down the door and found nothing. Tim's room was cold as ever. No heat, no drinks anywhere, no food.
Tim's mother thought Tim had ran away and had a record playing that line. But there was no record player and it responded only with the mothers voice. When the father responded to his room. No sound but every time the father spoke the dog always whined. There was no explanation at the time.
Years went by and because of Tim the family moved out of the house. In 2007 the police went back to the case with the death of Tim's mother. They had picked up a voice so high only a dog could hear it.
It was determined the voice only came when the father tried to talk to Tim, the voice said, "Your son is in your shadows, wanting you to be alone..."
The police went back to the house and the room and picked up nothing. A scientist decided to stay in the room one night. While he was doing research, a storm came and he left. But he left a video recorder there.
When the police looked into the recorder they stopped it when lighting struck and looked at the wall. When it lighted a shape of a boy was there and what looked to be a cord around his neck had a NES controller hanging off of it.
The police had nothing to think of it so, fearing something, they put the father in a cell. One night when the wind was cold as ever. There was a light whish. The police checking every cell eventually came to the fathers.
He was gone.
The cell door was locked, the window was tightly shut, and nothing had been tampered with. The only thing left was a red button, of what? The police searched the building and declared the man dead. One night a officer claimed to see a boy-like figure holding a controller like thing, looking up at a man hanging by the end of the controller.
Do you believe this story? At first I didn't. I just thought it was some hogwash. Of course things did happen. While I won't get into much detail, I did have feelings once in a while and my shadow did look a little different. So do you believe?
If not then learn the hard way, like I did.
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Time-Travel Journal

january 9 1987 what was it tommorow i venture in the cave i dont know what to expect but if anyone finds this journal im dead john terry missing since 1987. jounel entry #1 january 3 1792 im finaly in a new state i just cant wait until i finish my log cabin. journal entry #10 it was a monster that killed my mother a monster i tell you it had giant eyes long legs and a heart on its head but it has no head its just not there jackson mcarthy died due to severe mauling and blood loss. january 1 1733 i saw something in the woods i went to investagate i heard a scream something i had never heard before it set chills through my spine it jumped at me it ripped my arm clean off the pain was horrible in ways i can not describe i ran to the nearest town in new york i know im not gonna make it but i will never forget what i saw i call it the SHINGER. marcus mathang died by blood loss. january 5 1700 something terrible happened the people on board the mcathy were found dead i saw something crawl out of the ship something i saw in england but i must be just perinoid i should get to sleep. john doe missing since he went on a hunting trip january ? 1899 Im going to die today im going to shoot myself better to die than that beast if you are reading this tell lisa i love her. jack adams died of suicide all of the men who died were in ther 40s to late 50s so i know im gonna die because of tho goodbye crule world BANG BANG OH NO klaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa AHHHHHHHHHHkHHHHHHHHH SHING Mathew Toren died by ?
LOLSKELETONS' NOTE: This pasta was apparently deleted from the Creepypasta Wiki on April 5th, 2012. On the same day, Cheese Lord posted it in a comment on this blog post about the "worst creepypasta you had read". It's not hard to see why. The original name for this pasta is currently unknown.
UPDATE: Apparently the original title was "It shall kill tho".
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Time-Travel Journal: Translated Edition

January 9th, 1987
Tomorrow I will be adventuring in a nearby cave. I don't know what's in it, but there's only one way to find out. If anyone finds this journal, I probably have died from whatever is in the cave.
-Journal entry of John Terry, missing since 1987.
January 3rd, 1792
I'm finally in a new state. I can't wait until I finish my log cabin!
January 3rd, 1792, journal entry 10
It was a monster! A monster killed my mother! It had giant eyes, long legs, and a heart where its head should be.
-Journal entries of Jackson McCarthy, dead from severe mauling and blood loss.
January 1st, 1733
I saw something in the woods today. I went to go investigate. I heard a scream like nothing I've ever heard before, and it sent massive chills down my spine. Then it jumped at me, and ripped my arm clean off! I managed to escape with 1 arm, and make it to the nearest town. But I don't think I'll make it. Just know that the beast was called the SHINGER...
-Journal entry of Marcus Mathang, dead from blood loss
January 5th, 1700
Today I saw something horrible. The people on board the McCarthy were found dead. I saw something crawling out of the ship. But I'm probably just paranoid. And I have to get to bed, so bye.
-Journal entry of John Doe, missing since he went on a hunting trip
January, 1899
I'm going to die today OH GOD I CAN HEAR IT I SHOUDL SHOOT MYSELF OH GOD TELL LISA I LOVE HER 
-Journal entry of Jack Adams, dead from suicide
I have compiled together all of these journal entries. All of these deaths happened in England, and all these men died in their early 40s to late 50s. I might be next. I think I just saw it go around my house. But I'm prepared. I have a gun, and a tape recorder to record what it sounds like, and 
-Journal entry of Matthew Toren, found dead on January 24th, 2014, unknown cause
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Time Only Goes Faster

Time passes faster as I age, days are meaningless, hours are nothing anymore, minutes seems like a second, but every second stays the same. I almost don't remember what I did the day before, because everything has become so boring and dull. Every day is the same as the last one, and it goes on and on and on, forever.
Every night, I lay in bed, sleepless, and I ask myself: will this continue to be like this? Will I ever feel happiness again? Will life get better?
I'm young, and time already passes so fast, will it get worse overtime? I don't want it to become worse in the future, I want to live a fulfilled life, I want to be happy, I want to change, but I see no way to do it. What options are there for me now? Nothing, there are no options, because you can't change time, you can't change the way it works.
I am lonely, I am sad, I am a shell of what I could be, and I don't know why. I will never know why, and I am not certain of the fact this will change anytime soon.
I am not sure if I'm good enough to do anything, because I don't believe in myself. Grades are dropping, I don't feel loved, I feel lonely and I am unfulfilled. Everytime I actually try and apply myself, it ends badly, no matter how hard I try, and this makes me believe that I am a failure.
I am not what I could be, and that hurts, a lot. If I have a talent, why haven't I found it yet? Everytime I take interest in something I lose that interest quickly. I can't keep a hobby even if I wanted to, for some reason, and the only thing that has kept me entertained constantly is laying in bed with a phone in my hand, consuming half-assed "entertainment" that mostly exists just because companies want to make money and want to sell a product. Art is dead, and it's dead because it has become a product.
Nature is ruined, resources are ending, the world is going in a downward spiral. The only emotion I really feel is dread, the rest is emptiness.
Why do we keep doing this? For some fast gains, some fast-burning happiness, but that's not what matters, what actually matters is the long term, but people are too selfish to think about that, because most won't be around then.
I want it to end already, but it just keeps going, and the only things keeping me here are the prospects that it will get better one day, so I won't do it for now.
But I just want to get out of this place.
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