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It Came From the Forest

I ran away from whatever that thing was. It chilled me to the core hearing the groans and growls from that thing I knew it wasn't human. How did I end up in this situation you may ask? Well, it all started at my high school I had made friends with this horror geek we both shared a love for all things horror of course we didn't believe in the paranormal. We loved to talk about ghosts, demons, and entities we were brave enough to play the Ouija board and Bloody Mary. We had good a laugh, but nothing too serious until one day when he told me about a ritual not very many people know about It didn't have an official name, so he just called the forest game. He told me that to start it we would have to go to the edge of a trail specifically one with forests surrounding it then you would place a teddy bear on the path and set it on fire then say, "Forests arise bring me to the darker place" and then turn your flashlight on and walk through.
We both thought it was silly, but we wanted to try it. We gathered all the items required and went to the nearby trail we did the steps and began to walk through the trail. My friend told me to keep my eyes forward and do not turn around, we walked for a while, and we didn't hear anything until we reached the halfway point when we heard inhuman footsteps walking behind us, we picked up speed it picked up speed. It wasn't trying to harm us until my friend turned and saw it, he screamed before the thing screeched and my friend told me to run. We dashed across the trail as it followed close behind until it caught up to my friend and I looked back and saw him on the floor of the trail his legs missing and then I made eye contact with the creature it had glowing eyes that pierced into my soul its gaping mouth hung low as its teeth covered in the crimson red of blood. It was skinny and its fingers chilled me to the bone it was humanoid it stood up and began to dash at me I turned around and dashed for the end of the trail
Here I am running from a humanoid monster that just killed my friend. My adrenaline was coursing through my body as I saw the end of the trail and turned around and saw the creature was gaining on me, but I managed to reach the end of the trail where I turned around and I saw the creature standing idle before turning around and walking into the forest. A few days later I got a letter in the mail I opened it and read it and said "Hello John you may ask who this is. I think you know who this is, but I just want you to know but I am watching you." I immediately thought who could have sent this letter it was no one I knew since the handwriting was written by using a thin long finger then I realized it may be the creature in that forest. It chilled me to think it was watching me even when I am writing this story, I hope it doesn't come after me.
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It Couldn't Have Happened

Listen... I've got something to tell all of you. But you need to swear to GOD you will not tell anyone about it. I'm still being tracked down by people who think I shouldn't have seen what I did. I'm writing about this deep in the woods. For all I know there's and agent waiting around the next tree... (NOTE: Ben *Haunted mask of Majora pasta* IS indeed referenced in my first pasta. BUT this has nothing to do with the haunted mask of Majora.)
It all started many weeks ago. I was out havin' some fun with a few college buddies of mine. That's when someone started talking about Ben. I can't erase the story of the haunted mask of Majora. I told him to shut up about Ben and then we hit the streets for a while.
That's when he brought up Ben again. I told him to talk about something else. That's when i would've sworn I saw something... I don't know what it was. It was too slouched to be a human. Even a hobo by any standards. But WAY too big to be a dog or city animal. So I told my buddies that I was gonna check it out. That was the first worst idea of my life.
So I went into he alley in which the thing ran. I saw it for about a split second, then it was gone. I don't know where it went. I figured I must've had one too many shots of whiskey so I just walked back to where my friends were. I started telling them that I saw something, but it wasn't really there. I looked in the direction they were standing and they were gone. No trace of them ever being there.
I got a little freaked, but i just shrugged it off and walked home. About an hour later of kickin' some butt on Halo Reach, I decided to hit the hay for the night. That's when i heard the howl. No ordinary howl. The most ear-splitting blood curdling howl imaginable. I realized it wasn't one of my neighbors hounds. They were all inside. And let me tell you you can't hear ANYTHING on the inside of that house if you're on the outside. I saw the thing again. That time I SWEAR I saw it. It was there. It looked at me. It attacked me.
Three months later there I am in the hospital. I was found to have three huge claw marks on my body. But there was something odd about those marks. There was a symbol on them. They called in a military specialist to observe it. They said they needed to put me down. It was an escaped top secret military project. I was lucky to be alive. Now here I am. In the forest. Alone. But sometimes I think I can see a medium dark figure glaring at me in the moonlight.
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It Felt So Real

Last night, I had a dream. Okay, big deal, everyone dreams right? This one is a little different then my usual though...
Ever had a dream that felt real? Like if it was really happening to you, but you watched in a 3rd person view? You could feel every single moment, every point, every detail, down to the smell? Well, I did, last night.
Here's what happened...
Right before bed, I threw on some Netflix on my Xbox 360, ya know, just to fall asleep to. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was curled up in bed, watching American Dad, slipping in and out of sleep. Well, the next thing I remember is me in a dark, dark place. I reached my hands out and felt around. I was in a closet. I could hear noises coming from the outside of the closet. I began to feel a slight panic, my heartbeat increased, my breathing became heavy due to being in such a tight place. I don't know what came over me, I don't know what told me to open the door and run, but I did. I ran, I ran as fast as I could to the front door, opened it and ran. I could feel my muscles working, my breathing get heavier, my footsteps getting slower and slower. WHY?! Why was I starting to slow down?! I kept trying to run, I felt myself break a sweat, getting tired. Then, IT caught up to me. It pounced me, caught me, threw me on the ground. I tried to fight, I tried to struggle. He kept choking me, slamming my head against the ground. My face hitting the dirt, breathing it in. I could feel his grip tighten, and my body became limp. I wish I could have seen his face, but I couldn't. It was as if, I was watching myself on the ground being choked. In a 3rd person. It was horrible, watching this thing choke my almost lifeless body.
Then I woke up...
I woke up sweating, breathing heavy. My chest hurt as if there were no air in my lungs. My neck hurt as if this big man was holding my neck, like in my dream... But worse... I could smell dirt...
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It Lives in My Walls

The thing.
It lives in my walls.
Deep within my walls, I hear scratching.
The chills.
The run up and down my spine.
The thing.
It was something.
I knew I had to investigate.
I ripped apart my wall.
Inside I saw someone.
It was a man who called himself My Dad.
"Dad?" I said.
I realised that it wasn't my Dad.
It was a zombie.
Now, I have a zombie father.
He drinks.
He shierks at night.
And he beats me at Mario Kart Wii.
All things considered.
Something still haunts.
Now, I live in the walls.
I'm in your walls.
Get the hell out of your room and run.
Run. Now.
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It Shouldn't Have Happened

It was a cold winter night. I lost my home. It should not have happened... I was now homeless. I sighed.
"I will die. I do not even have a blanket," I said to myself.
I was getting sleepy... seeing darkness... must sleep.
I woke up in a room, very dark and UGLY!
"Hello?" I said, "anyone here?"
"Oh yes, there is!" said some deep voice.
"Why am I here?" I asked.
"That is none of your concern!" replied the voice.
"Your soul will just be eaten. Nothing too bad! HAHAHA," said the voice.
"OH GOD, NO," I yelled, seeing nothing. IT'S OVER!
"It should not have happened."
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It Was Never There

I'm a very curious person, but today, my curiosity put me in my own Hell.
Lately, I have been watching gameplay of "The Binding Of Isaac- Wrath Of The Lamb" the new DLC of the original game. It includes new bosses, new areas, new characters, new items, and new enemies. The boss that I found to be the most interesting, however, is "The Mask Of Infamy" character, for two reasons; 1. It was the only boss without a health bar, and 2.
During the second phase of the fight, the mask would become more aggressive and gain a crack in the back of its head, revealing a small figure.
I really wanted to know about this figure within the mask of infamy, so I did some research on the boss by going to the Binding Of Isaac Wiki, and here's what I found: "The thing inside is not living" there was no real information about it, but I assume that it was dead.
My brain was deflating from all the thinking, so I decided to give it a break and play my copy of Wrath Of The Lamb. Strangely, however, it started me on the Necropolis level, and put me right in-front of the boss door, so I went in, and I was soon battling The Mask Of Infamy, there was no music, however, all I could hear were realistic heart beats.
I soon entered the second phase, but the mask was more angry and had more cracks in it then before, and it was screaming, screaming for the whole remainder of the battle, and the figure wasn't even inside it. I wasn't able to beat it, though, but before I died, a text box appeared saying " 'Your Answer' has appeared in the basement" then the game went to the normal death animation.
After that, I heard a *thud* coming from my basement, I went to investigate, and to my shock, I saw a hollow Mask Of Infamy sitting on the carpet of my basement, there was also a note on the floor in-front of it, it said "look inside the back" frightened, but curious, I looked inside, there was nothing in it, no figure what-so-ever. To this day, that mask is still in my basement, and it's still creepy to me today, but at least I learned about the figure, I learned it was never there...
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It Was There, Sitting and Watching Me

A while ago, when I was brushing my hair, I gave a short glance into the mirror. And then I saw it. It was in the corner of my eye, but disappeared as soon as I blinked. Now it's haunting me. It gives me nightmares, but everything that happens in the nightmare, happens in reality.
Yesterday, I had a dream of my friend, dead. His eyes were ripped out of his head, his skin was torn from his bones, and what was left of his bones were crushed to pieces. I hoped it wouldn't happen, but today, when I went to school, I saw police cars around his house and I caught a glimpse of his sobbing parents.
In my next dream, I saw it. It's a dark figure that leaves a trail of sand behind the path it glides across. The same one I found during that morning in my room, and the same one that was in my friend's house.
I hate it. It has different names. Some call him the Sandman, some call him the Slender Man and some don't call it anything.
Whoever sees him disappears in one day, and left in their place is a pile of sand, that is equal to the body weight of that person. Though sometimes, it leaves an object that will give you eternal life. I wonder if you could be so lucky to receive one of those objects. Remember, they can be anything...
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It Was Written in Blood

11:14 PM: Police called.
11:16 PM: Police arrived at scene.
11:18 PM: Coroners called.
11:20 PM: Coroners arrived at scene.
Police Report: I received a call from a citizen who reported that they heard gunshots from across the street. When I arrived, I saw something I wish I would have never seen in my life. It was a gruesome sight. I almost threw up. There was blood everywhere in the house; on the walls, on the floor, and then there was the body of a young man that I assumed was about 21 to 23 years old.
He had a notebook in his hand that was stained with blood like it had been soaked in it. There was a USP .45 pistol on the floor and two bullet casings next to the pistol. In the man's hand was a small pocket knife about four inches long; also with blood on it. There were a lot of cuts on the man’s arms and legs, around 20 cuts from what I could see. The man had a gunshot wound in his stomach and a bullet imbedded in his leg. The man had dried blood on his hands and arms. End Report.
Coroner’s Report: A distressed police officer called me at 11:18 PM. He said there was a dead man at the crime scene, so I got over to the crime scene to start investigating the cause of death. The man was dead on the floor in the living room of the house. I got my bag and went to work; there was a notebook, USP .45 pistol, two bullet casings, and a small pocket knife. I examined the notebook, which intrigued me. There was writing, but it appeared to be written in blood. I could barely read the writing.
It said something so terrifying, my hair stood on end at what I was reading. It was the suicide rates of young people and the number kept changing like it was still writing to keep up with the changing rates. There was a picture of a young woman, a suicide note next to the picture, and the woman was dead. The date was correct. I turned the page and there was a picture of the dead man on the floor with a suicide note next to the picture, and even the date of when he died. The most scary thing was the date was accurate.
The rest of the report is barely readable after that sentence. There was blood smeared all over the paper. The notebook's cover said, "Suicide Season".
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It Was Your Knife, My Life

I was screaming, the walls of my small bed sit twisted and curled in odd shapes, I began to cry, the slices up my arms deep and bleeding with warm blood, you open the door.
I smiled and you rushed toward me, my tears were ice cold and you took me to your arms. "Auria?!"
You continued screaming my name but I loved this, it felt so good.
I was happy. In this land, where we all would go to be from life, my heart racing as you touched my face with your warm hands, I lay back in your arms and laughed, the room wasn't here now, we sat in the dark on the hard floor that felt like fire burning under my naked body.
I looked up at you, nothing was real, I'd hit the state now. My head rolled and my eyes rolled back, I flopped in your warm muscular arms and laughed. You were still screaming.
Oh how I hate you, hate you so much. My head lifted, he kept asking why my eyes where like that. I stood from his arms and screamed.
"How dare you come in here and be so sick?!" My chest ripped open. They told me his heart didn't make it.
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It Wasn't Me... I Thought

It wasn't me.
December 9, 2004:
The bus showed up, sat next to my friend Ryan. The guy in front of me was bragging about how many girls were supposedly into him.
I laughed to myself, and called out, "You can't even get a girl with herpes to kiss you!" Everyone around me laughed. He turned around and said he'd kick my ass.
I replied, "Just like how you get girls to hold your hand?"
I knew I was gonna get punched in the face, but then Ryan punched him and stabbed his hand. I was surprised, yet I laughed and carried on with my day everyone gave me the weirdest look."
Whispers like, "He is crazy, all right. Got on the bus to see everyone scared of me?" Ryan sat back there laughing, saying to himself, "It worked man."
Later in school I got called to the office, they told me to sit down and the told me not to ever touch a student again. I was so confused; It wasn't me, I let it slide I didn't care to take the blame for Ryan.
I tried to get on the bus, they didn't let me. The bus driver screamed at me to get away... I should be in jail!
I went home to see my parents and police men, telling me "to drop any weapons".
It didn't make any sense; Ryan ran out and shot my dad and mom, and the police, said "run, man run! I'll save you!" I fell in a ditch and I guess I got knocked out... I woke up... cried out for help... more police told me to drop any weapons. I was so confused, but they took me to the police station. Showed me the video tape from the bus... I ... didn't see Ryan... it showed me stabbing the other person?
I yelled out, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me!" They said I killed my mom and dad, and two police men.
I began to hit my head against the wall screaming, "No, no, just no, Ryan, he did it! It wasn't me!" They took me away and put me to sleep.
I awoke to see Ryan in the room.
He laughed to himself and yelled out, "It worked. They think it's you, I can get away with anything!"
I yelled back, "I told you it wasn't me."
The nurse came in. I was pointing and screaming, "Look! Its him! He did it he did it!" I was hysterical! Ryan laughed louder and louder, he laughed at me! How stupid everyone is! He controlled me!
Now I'm here... 5 years later, 22 years old, Ryan got away, I'm the one that got put in the looney bin. Oh but you'll believe me right? I never did it... it wasn't me.
They tried to tell me, "Ryan wasn't real...I did the crimes!" I would never do that, I'd never kill a bug.
Ryan came to visit me though, we'd talk for hours, how could I stay mad at him!
Nurse would come in and tell me, "Thomas, no one's there..." Ryan would get up and punch her... yet I'd wake up later... blamed for it? Why me... it wasn't me.
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It all happened when I was in the shower...

I was in the shower and then it happened. I was singing "Wake me up before you go go" By Wham very loudly and then it happened. I got a phone call cause I had my phone in the shower cause my dad works at Apple and I have a waterproof phone (long story) but Anyways, that's when it happened. I got a call from a number, the number was 666-666-6666. I picked up the phone with my hand and slid the unlock thingy to answer the phone because I was getting a phone cal and that's when IT happened
The man on the other line (well technically it isn't a line anymore because it's a cell phone and not an old phone because those used to actually be connected by lines but now we don't use that old technology anymore but we use the same terminology out of convenience) that's when I heard the voice on the other line. "Henlo" the phone said. (Well technically not the phone. Phones don't talk they just transmit what the other person on the other line (not really a line) says) that's when I heard the rest of the voice. "This is Satan" it (the voice not the phone) said. "Please shut the fuck up I hate that song okay bye"
I was dumbfounded and honestly Satan hurt my feelings cause I thought I was hitting the notes pretty well. Fuck you Satan that was mean. Anyways AITA?
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It never comes off...

That poo that sometimes occurs - having the consistency of peanut butter. The first wipe doesn't help - it actually seems to make it worse; spreading it around rather than absorbing it. Second swipe/wipe is simply a retelling of the first one, except now your frustration is building - so much so that your finger pokes through the toilet tissue and now not only did you almost finger-bang yourself, you've managed to get the better part of your finger coated with the vile stuff. It's just a downward spiral from here: toilet tissue and poo stuck everywhere - you sobbing into your necktie to muffle the sound - your boss wonder where you'd gone off to... and still, STILL your bum remains unclean.
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It shocked me

One rainy night, I drived home. I was at a party. It was very cool. I really have fun. When I arrived home I opened the door. I put my pijamas and go to the kitchen. It shocked me what I saw.
I started crying and I repetely bang my head. I couldn't believe it. I was so sad.
The jar of nutella was empty.
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It was a Dark and Spammy Night

It was a dark and spammy night. Red mist settled over the town. Suddenly, a shot rang out! A door slammed. An admin screamed. Suddenly, a pirate ship appeared on the horizon! While millions of people were starving, EVIL PATRIXXX lived in luxury. Meanwhile, on a small computer in Kansas, a skeleton was popping out.
A light snow was falling, and the abused pokemon with the tattered shawl had not sold a single violet all week. At that very moment, someone was an intern at City Hospital and was making an important discovery. The mysterious patient in Room 213 had finally awakened. She moaned softly. Could it be that she was the sister of the skeleton in Kansas who loved the abused pokemon with the tattered shawl who was the second cousin of the admin who had escaped from the pirates? The intern frowned.
"Stampede!" the Mary Sue shouted, and forty thousand armies of trollpastas thundered down on the tiny camp as the lavender town theme played. The two crappypastas rolled on the ground grappling beneath the murderous hooves. Photo-negative Mickey unleashed his bad cliche ending, and Jeff the killer forced me to tell the story in bad grmamar! A charzird oppend it moth to spat fyre, but instead of fior, it wos blood! It looked hyper relistik! Spongebob got out a lost episode machinigun (infinit amo). Slenderman canceled out bad grmamar! Missingno. used real suffering! The fight was over. And so the multiverse was saved.
The young intern sat by himself in one corner of the coffee shop. He had learned about life, but more importantly, he had learned who was phone.
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