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The Fungus

Among the undergrowth through which the stink ant forages daily in Cameroon, West Central Africa, lurks a hidden danger. A fungus, with spores that cannot be seen by the naked eye. A fungus that is easily absorbed into the most readily available hostthe ant. These spores lodge in its brain, growing and causing the small creature to seemingly lose its grip on sanity. The unfortunate arthropod then shrieks and cries loud enough for the human ear to detect. Then suddenly... there is method in the madness. This ground-dwelling ant begins to climb... and climb... and climb... until reaching the ideal height for the fungus to reproduce. It then latches on to the tree and waits for sweet death. After another two weeks, a spike emerges from the head of the anta spike with a bright orange tip. Eventually, it explodes, showering spores down on the forest floor below. The forest floor where more ants crawl...
Not exactly scary for us, but think about itmind-controlling fungus. And what of other fungi, like the so-called harmless Podaxis pistillaris, an edible desert mushroom..? There have been a few reports of it lodging its spores in human flesh, causing strange growths, oozing sores and odd neural sensations. Funny... the spores didn't burst forth until humans were nearby.
Maybe the world isn't as safe as we thought...
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Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
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The Furby from Hell

I was in a crappy toy store looking for a toy for my Cousin's sister's daughter's birthday, when I spotted a small, cardboard box with "FVRBY, FROM HASBRO HELL." Crudely written on the top in pink Texta. Its price said it was only 2 Dollars, so I decided to buy it.
That was the biggest mistake of my life.
I got into my car, when the Furby's box started shaking. I stopped the car, and put the Furby in the boot, and continued driving. While driving across the Railway crossing, the car suddenly turned off, and I heard muffled, Demonic chanting, and a cargo train came barrelling out of nowhere. I put the pedal to the medal, and the car accelerated at a heart-wrenching 7 miles per hour. The train hit and tore off the car's bumper, and it was one of the only times I was glad to drive a Toyota©. When I stopped to refill, the boot sprang open, and the Furby rose from it in red smoke, and I ran into the petrol station, when the Furby bust through the glass window, I could see that it was Black and Red instead of purple and yellow like I bought it, and it had Pentagrams for eyes. It was floating towards me chanting in that same Demonic language, when out of nowhere a large man ran into the room, he was carrying a book bound in white leather with no title, and yelled "GO AWAY, YOU BIG STUPID DOO-DOO HEAD!" at the Furby, it vanished, shrieking, in a puff of red smoke. The man introduced himself as Peter, Servo Station Owner and Part time exorcist. He explained that Demons rarely come to Earth, and are extremely susceptible to Grade School profanities.
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Category:Satire
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Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
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The Fursuit Incident

My life is screwed over because I got glued into a fursuit as a prank...
So earlier this week, I went to a party with some friends. There was a game of spin the bottle; whoever got pointed at by the bottle had to wear a fursuit for the rest of the party. Luckily for me I got it, I was the life of the party! But then we got hammered and some douche pulled of the gloves while I was asleep, and put industrial glue all down the fursuit. And then stitched the gloves, mask, and feet to the main part of the fursuit so I couldn't get out of it. I've been stuck in it for a whole week now. No one can cut it, because the glue fused it to my body, legs, arms, feet, fingers, and legs, so if you try it'll cut into my body. And even if I did the glue would still keep me stuck inside. I've made buttoned holes where my privates are so I can go to the washroom, I have to drink with a really long straw that goes sown the mouth of the suit, and into mine, and eating's hell.
Does anyone have any suggestions to get me out of the suit, the damn thing is becoming a permanent part of my life. For secks, I'm stuck with yiff, and no one will date me or hang out with me anymore. I might as well make friends at a Furry Convention.
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The Future Is Open

You know about those experiences called "déjà vu" right? Where you look at something and think "Hey, I've been here before, I think..." Most people don't know this, but they have.
You see, during rest, the brain somehow can deduce what is going to happen in the near future. We don't know how, but we think it's just another feature of the ultimate computer we call the human brain. You mostly forget these, the brain erases them like all your other dreams, so there's no real way to know what's the future and what's just another dream. However, we HAVE been able to point out some "predictions" by how a majority of people had that same dream at that given time, mostly people between 1 and 14, but there's room for older.
But recently we've been seeing a large amount of the same dream, over and over again. It involves some kind of beast from those dark corners of the room, or under the bed.
Remember those dreams, where there's a monster under the bed?
It's real...
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The Game

One day, I was browsin' on ebay and saw a game simply labeled "DON'T PLAY." I was intrigued, so... yeah I got it. 1.00 + 2.00 s&h. It finally arrived. I stuck it in my NES. This is where it gets horrific. The game booted up, appeared to be an innocent Mario game, I don't remember which though. It only said, PLAY and LOAD. As you can imagine, I clicked load. There was only one profile, labeled "DeViL." It started, and my person didn't move an inch. I mashed the buttons. Nothing happened. An enemy came out of the morbid darkness of a background. Instead of doing a normal mario death animation, the enemy hollowed out & ate my person. It said, "YOU LOSE. YOU'LL BE NEXT." I said, "what the..?" I heard a distorted music box and loud lumbering footsteps. Then my NES carved a pentagram into itself, then exploded. I haven't played a game since. DO NOT MARK THIS UNDER HORRIBLE TROLL PASTA, IT'S MY FIRST TRY.
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The GameCube

One day, when I was but a young little man, I was headed to my school, when I saw an ad for a garage sale. I dropped everything I was doing and walked to the garage sale. When I had arrived, I saw an Indigo Gamecube™ and several other games, each for around 5 dollar. I had bought the Gamesphere and three other games: Mario's Sunshine, The Windwaker, and Pikmen. I walked out of the greasy store, and sniffed loudly as I was clobbered into my home.
I gripped the GamingCube and put it into my TV. I plugged in the first video game, Mario's Son, and waited politely for the game to start. When it finally booted up, I started to violently shake out of excitement. Mario's disembodied head floated aimlessly around the screen, occasionally making strange noises. I pushed the start button and Mario grew a body and jumped around an island. I started to play video game, collecting many children along the way. Mario then stopped jumping at my command and turned his head at a 45-degree angle and said to me directly "Where have you put my owner, Franklin." I did not once input my name into the GameCube, so I knew something was up. I grabbed the discus and threw it out of my window, and proceeded to place Pikmen into the cartridge slot.
Once the game started, I threw many pikmen at the enemies, but in the corner of my eye, I saw a small toddler-sized man wearing overalls crawl into my room, but dismissed it as something in my quivering eye? I continued to play the game until my tummy got all rumbly. I proceeded to grab a loaf of bread and shoved into my mouth as I snuck across my parents. When I had arrived at my walmart room and sat down in my beanbag, I looked at the TV and pikman was nowhere to be seen. I knew Mario was behind this attack. I leaped across my window and crashed into Mario and gave him brain damage. He quickly got up and started to reinflate his head with a bicycle pump, but I was smart; I pulled out my fingernail and popped his head and he! Was DEAD!
I threw out the GameBoy and everything that came with it, including Mario Sunshine. I looked at his grave and smile, knowing that I defeated the corpse. I grabbed my children, and headed home.
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Category:Vidya games
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Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
The Game I Hate

I Know I Know This Stuff Is All Fake But No This Stuff Is Real And Happen To Me And A Friend. It Was In 2010 When We Were A Some Car Boot Sales And We Saw A Game That Looked Crap Yet Amazing It Was Ghostbusters (1984) On The NES And We Bought It For Just 25p. When We GotTo My House We Put The Game In But Yet The Game (When We Played It) Looked Darker Then A Normal Ghostbusters Game. The Title Screen Looked Like It Was Coved In Blood And When We Played It, It Got Scary. Instead Of A Little Ghost Roaming Around A City Playing Tag With Other Ghosts We Saw A Little Video About How All The Ghosts In The Movie (And Game) Died. There Was A Killer Who Murderd Around 487 Children, Men And Women, It Was Horrifing. There Was Blood, Gore And Profanity And Not Just Like Danm And Crap I Mean Shit, Fuck And Asshole, All Of That Crap Then The Game Started!
From What I Understood The Goal Was To Get Revenge On The Killer From The Afterlife And I Know It Was Dark But Some How We Enjoyed It. The Story Was Good, The Music Was Rocking And The Goal Was Kind Of Sweet, But Then Things Took A Turn For The Worst. When We Got To The Final Boss It Spoke To Use. It Said "Hello Harry And William, I Was Hopeing You Could Join Me" We Where Freaked. Then He Made Us Hear Loud Screams So Loud One Of My Windows Broke. We Tried To Turn It Off But He Kept On Saying "Relax Its Just A Game" We Finaly Got The Game Out And Then The NES Destoryed Its Self And Then A Black Text Came Up On The Sreen Saying "It Will Return" And Then We Finaly Destroyed The Game For Good.
Its Been Five Months Since We Last Played It But Yesterday A Package Came At My Front Door And When I Tore It Open I Saw A Copy Of, Ghostbusters.
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Category:WHAT A TWIST!
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The Game Is Over

The game is over. I have grown wiser than you think and am no longer blind to the truth. You think that people like me are so easily manipulable considering your history of manipulation for the past year. You have turned from a humble and respected man into power hungry egotistical maniac that thrives off others sympathy and praise. You have created a false of image of an idolised god, and had countless players blindly follow you in pursuit. We have separated from your ideals and only want to be disassociated from yourself. I am no longer a mule or conduit that you can use to communicate with us, and so you can sneak back into our minds and wage your endless conquest. We simply long for peace, and no longer want to interact with any members of your so-called party. We tried to show people the truth and prove to them that your idealistic bullshit and elitism was only damaging for the community and pathetic. Your thirst for a elite team lead to a pathetic team that dissolved in a matter of seconds and was less successful than the League of Nations at peacekeeping. You single headedly split a community when you decided to join our 2 servers together way back when, when all was good. Has it never occurred to you that everything went to shit when you decided to take control? I'm done with your bullshit. You always act smarter than you really are and have made yourself delusional. You are not the same person I once knew. I hope this message finally concludes our story. May we never speak again. You may have changed from since we last met, but that doesn't change shit. Go back to your happy little community on the other side, but like I said, never speak to any of us again. I hope I have made that clear. Goodbye.
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The Game Once Played

I was digging around in the attic of the new house I recently bought. I was on vacation from my job at the post office, my wife, Lilly, was at her job, an office, and my two kids were at school. when organizing, I found an old Pac-Man cartridge, laying by the window. upon picking it up, I found the NES sitting there as well. I was bored, so I thought I'd see if it still worked.
I shoved it in, after getting the dust out. the game turned on quickly. the contrast had a dark red tint to it, but you could still see the picture. The game went to the menu, but the menu was flashing from blue to red contrast. there was a player selection, which the choices were REGPLAY and UPADE. i went to UPADE, wondering what it meant. The screen switched to the Pac-Man screen. It seemed different, because the walls were white and were in different places than they normally were in the game, looking like rooms. and the ghosts were replaced by a white stickguy sitting on a light brown couch. I went charging for the couch, but rammed into a wall on the way there. I heard a crash in the house. I just thought it was the game.
When i finally got to the room with the stickguy, I smelled a hideous stench, which smelled like a fresh corpse. I looked to the side of the couch, and there was a surprising visitor. a giant, ugly legless yellow frog like creature that had a humugous mouth dripping a green slimy liquid. I scrambled out of the room, and it followed. It seemed to hover. I opened up the back door and made a quick turn. The creature flew right out the door and hit the back fence. As it tried to get back in, I quickly closed the door on it and it went down the side yard, thinking there'd be another way in. There was. The basement doors were open. It fell down into the basement, only to find that the door closed on it.
Three days later, I came to check on the pacmutation. all that was left was a pixelated skeleton. but somehow, I knew that the pacmutation wasn't dead. I could feel it.
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The Game That Wouldn’t Die.

Do not read this if you are easily frightened. The events recorded here are not for the faint of heart. When I was a young boy everyone was into those stupid Zelda games. The one everyone was talking about was “the minish cap.” It’s 4 years later now and I decided to buy a copy of the game. The only copy of it I could find was for the Gameboy Advanced. I bought it off of ebay but when I got it it was nothing like the picture they had I threw it away. The next morning I awoke violently and the game was on my night stand. I didn’t think much of it so I said to hell with it and started playing it. It started off odd by the music playing loud, even though the volume was all the way down. The game started normally but there was something off about it, there was a loud scream and link was out side his burning house. There was twisted, mangled bodies everywhere, and link just stood there staring like he was ready to hop out of the game. At this point I was rather frightened by the phenomenon. There was a text box that read “You did this to me, you’re the one who killed me!” I screamed in terror and at this point my Gameboy was getting really hot. I threw it down on my floor and looked at my hands and they were bleeding from the Gameboy burning through my skin. My body felt so weird and the game was screaming. I immediately took the game out of my Gameboy and struggled to brake it in half. I will never forget the things that happened that day. I wish I could give you an answer to what happened on that day. You are all the first to hear of my experiences of a third kind.
 on January 4, 2013
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The Gameboy

It all started when my brother and I were both ten. We had been begging our mother to get us a gameboy and a Pokemon game. She finally gave in and went to the store. When she got back she threw the game and the gameboy on the couch. We were so excited! We rushed to the couch, my brother grabbing the gameboy and me grabbing the game, but something was off. The game looked like a bootleg pokemon game marked in crude handwriting: Pokemon (The rest was unintelligible.). We stared at each other, but decide to load it anyways out of curiosity. Instead of any normal loading screen the game just started without any warning. My character wasn't named anything. It was just a random series of letters and numbers. Everytime we viewed the stats, the name would change. We had only one pokemon and it was pikachu, but he looked bloody and mangled, and his colors were faded like someone made him black and white. We decided to turn back (We were in a cave covered in pixelated blood) but the message said: "I can't." My brother and I tried it again, but this time it said: "If I turn back, they will get me".
We were both creeped out and decided to move forward into the cave. Every time we went through a door, pikachu and the trainer sprite would get more bloody and mangled. (After five doors he looked disgusting.) We went through door after door of the same room until we saw a sign in the tenth room. I pressed A on it and it said: "They are following you." Then once we got out of the sign it said: "You cannot win." We went through another door, and this time it said: "Pikachu has fainted!" I looked at my brother and he looked as pale as snow. I thought, "What? How could that happen? Must be a hacked game." My brother decided it was enough and went to vomit. I was scared (Not from the game), but for my brother. Then once pikachu fainted, I was teleported to a snowy field. Then the screen went static and a very low buzzing noise emitted from my gameboy. I rushed upstairs to my mom and told her the whole story, while she looked on in horror. She said she never bought me a gameboy and I didn't have a brother.
I ran into my room and noticed cruel scribblings on the wall: "Pokemon," "I cant turn back," and "Pikachu has fainted." That's when I snapped. I ran outside and noticed I was in a world that looked strangely like a fantasy land right out of a pokemon game. A sign was in front of me. "You cannot win." I woke up in my bed the next morning and my mom was never the same. She had the same exact scribbles on her wall. Although one of them said: "Don't forget to get sons a cruel joke."
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The Gameboy Game

Gameboy is my favorite thing to play. Most of the games I play are usually Japanese.
This time, I picked up a weird game, titled "The Game", which was included on an eBay auction with several games. I already had most of the games, except for "The Game" and Rockman World 5. I paid it for about $39.99 USD.
I waited about 3 weeks for it ship to my house (from Japan). Once it finally arrived, The Game was WHITE, not? GRAY like the rest was. It had a label, but it was badly scratched, like most of the games. I started with it, and began to play it.
I checked out the history of THE GAME, only to find it was a beta of a abandoned game. The game was terrible, which possibly explains why it was never touched again. The next day, I played it again, attempting a video of it. I had found there was BLOOD in it! It also had some strange, faint, scary faces next to some characters. I thought the blood was Kool-aid until someone said:
"彼は死んだ！早く助けに行く！" (He is dead! I'm going to help fast!)
The scary face was a boss at one point. He knocked me out, and I faced him again. The scary face was defeated eventually and said:
"私は戻ってきます..." (I'll be back...)
Almost every single time I got low on health, the face would try to get me. I almost lose every time I face it, but I barely win. It would say the same thing when ever I beat it.
I pretty much got to the end of the game (or as far as I could go) and saw that the final boss was the guy who was dying. It was the face's minion. The face was still appearing faintly around characters. If I hit it (the creepy appearing face), it would just disappear. The final boss used some move that killed me.
The Game over screen was plain and simple, except I couldn't start over. Even after I turned it off, and turned it back on, it would still say "GAME OVER..." It was obvious that the programmers don't want people to play this. I almost confirmed that theory, until I saw the creepy face and the guy laughing...
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The Garage

I used to love that garage. There always used to be a window in that garage. I used to see strange things. I saw a tall man with no face and people with masks on. They were always staring at me. But I used to see something that was far stranger. I used to call it Rover. It was so different because his mouth would stay inhumanly open for a long time. But I used to think it was funny. It was so funny. It loved my garage. It loved me.
One day it asked me if it could come inside. I knew I couldn't let strangers inside the house. But it's black eyes made me want to let it in. I did.
It acted different.
It asked me about my favorite friend. I said my favorites were all of them. It asked me more questions but I can't seem to remember. But, I still loved playing with Rover.
One day it didn't come to the window. I waited for it. I continued to waited until I got really tired. I finally saw it standing right in front of me. I asked it what it was doing so late and how it came into the house.
It said in a strange voice. "I took all your friends with me, and you're coming with me as well."
I ran away. And now I live somewhere far away from the garage. I still know it is going to get me. I will be with it forever.
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