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A Child's Plaything

Over the few years I've been alive, I learned of emotions. Particularly anger and hatred.
The reality of my life is that it is extremely tedious, painful, agonising and just awful.
Every day I hear the same high-pitched squeals and screams, and the occasional attempt of lowering a voice. I will always shake around spastically.
After a few hours of this, usually in the mornings, I will be left on a windowsill as some kind of horrible torture. I'm left for hours, staring into the wide world in which I could be roaming.
But no. Instead I am stuck here, in the same daily rut.
I feel like I am a pawn in a sick game.
A child's plaything...
I feel like a children's toy.
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A Close Encounter with the Supernatural

So, a little background of the layout of my house (I promise this will be important later). When you approach my house, you can't see the first floor due to a row of hedges. Once in the yard there is a porch with 3-4 stairs leading up to it from the yard. Once you're on the porch, you can either go in the front door, which is right in front of you, or go around the side (which you cannot really see form the front or backyard) and enter through a side door that leads to the kitchen. For the purposes of this story, I will describe entering in through the front door. Once you pass through it, you are standing in the foyer with open passages leading to a family room (right), dining room (left) and a kitchen in the back. There is also a staircase that leads to the second floor. The balcony from the second floor is open so you can see down into the foyer and, depending on where you are standing, either see some of the dining room and family room. That upper landing has two bedrooms off of it (my sister's room and a guest room). Then a hallway that leads back to my parents room and my room which are on either side of the hall from each other, There is also a linen closet sort of halfway down the hall. 
Someone pooped in there.
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A Cold Room

You walk into the room and immediately shiver. It's freezing cold. You decide to blame the fact that the door hasn't been open in God knows how long. You feel along the wall and switch on the lights. An involuntary shudder passes through your body as you take the first step into the room.
Where's that damn box? You think as you walk further into the space. As you search for the crate, you can't help but shake the feeling that something is watching you. But that's impossible. Nobody has been in this room for years.
At least, that's what they told you. This job was supposed to be simple. But how are you supposed to find a single wooden container among millions of other, near-identical ones? Suddenly, movement catches the corner of your eye. You turn around, only to find nothing. Must be... seeing things. You keep searching for the crate, ignoring the movement.
And there it is. A one foot by one foot by one foot, nondescript wooden box with a red stamp at the top. You note that it's surprisingly heavy as you pick it up. When you turn back to the door, you drop the box in surprise. It lands with a crack, splitting open and spilling hundreds of small brown jars. Standing in front of you is a three foot tall being with large, almond-shaped eyes and no visible mouth or nose. It jumps at the noise and scuttles off. Taking a moment to comprehend what just happened, you look down at the floor and your heart sinks. How are you going to explain this to them? You hear footsteps coming from the hallway and two security guards appear in the door. You try to explain what just happened. Of course, they don't believe you.
And thus, another job is lost to these things. Why do they always haunt you at work? They're all over. Around every corner in the city, outside your apartment window, and most importantly, at every job you barely manage to get, just in time to screw your life up once again.
Oh well. You sulk out of the building and go home. Maybe you'll hit the brakes the next time you see an alien in your headlights.
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A Concerned Robloxer

On July 26th, Roblox has changed permanently. I can no longer enjoy the game for what it was. I can not find happiness in a game that is empty and unable to fill the hole deep inside of me. The absence of the "oof" has led me down a dark road. The game doesn't shine as bright as it used to. As I sit here in my diaper, with my Mac and cheese and Lankybox blasting in the background, I am contemplating my life up to this point. It is no longer the life that I have lived, and honestly, it is not a life that I remember. This world isn't my world, and this game is no longer the game I once knew. I was planning on being a full time Roblox YouTuber and now that it's gone, I had to resort to a underpaid, dangerous factory job where I have lost a finger. The pain that I am suffering is no where near the pain of the "oof" being removed. This is where I say that it's the end. I lived a good life up to this point. I must reunite with the oof sound. I love you all, take it easy.
Signed, a concerned Robloxer
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A CrappyPasta

I was walking home one day thinking to myself. Man have have I screwed up my life. I screwed it up by smoking, doing drugs and letting my anger towards bullies get the best of me. I was so fed up with my life that I was thinking, I hope god kills me. Since I don't have the guts to do it myself I wished of it. So on my way home feeling depressed and angry. A black cloaked figure comes toward me. It is 12:00 a.m in the the morning. Feeling scared I walk faster to avoid this entity. Than it disappeared staring at me in the mist. I'm thinking to myself, "It must be my imagination". I than half way down the block of my neighborhood of hidden hollow drive. Just passing the woods I see the figure again. It than appears right in front of me and starts speaking, saying these words. "You wish of death and i will grant you it child". I frozen stiff lie to the entity, "No I would never!" The entity than replies, "we will see child". Than it disappeared into the darkness of the woods. The whole way home I felt terrified so I ran home. Ran in my room and locked the door. Wishing my parents and my three sisters were home to comfort me. I was alone at now 12:30 a.m. alone...
I than look behind me and I see this black mist. Than the entity appears again. This time I new I wasn't dreaming or going crazy. This was real and I new it. staring at the entity terrified, it than begins to speak again. "I know you seek death and therefor i will grant it to you." This is your last chance to make your choice." I replied, " whats your name creature"? It than whispers in a dark deep voice. "I'm god". I than at first came to my senses and new in my heart that this wasn't god. So I said no. It than said, "if you do I will give you all of the gold you could ever wish for". "All of the power and desires if you only worship me the true god"! I than reply. "Sounds amazing"! It than replies we will see. It than vanishes. I than so filled with excitement of getting my wish. Go to sleep hoping to wake up in my wish. I than went to bed than i got awoken by loud screaming. I opened my eyes and saw the creature again. It than disappears and i start to see fire. I could feel the flames and than hands dragging me down into the ground. I get dropped into this dark pit and all I see is horrifying creatures. With bloody faces and no eyes and gold was carved at sewed into there bodies. sinking them down into a bloody pit of gold. Than envy was branded onto there skin by the same black entity. It than looked at me and said, "your next child."
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A Cursed Nostalgia

Many years ago, I remember that I always used to play Mario Party. I forgot which game it was, but every time I think about it, I always get this nostalgia. I also feel that "It's Just a Burning Memory" plays in my head when I think about my childhood playing that Mario Party game. I wanted to play Mario Party again to kind of rescue that nostalgia. So I went to my local GameStop and bought Mario Party 9 for some reason. Anyway, when I was driving home, I got suddenly hit with more nostalgia. I also couldn't control it, although it faded when I got to my house. Anyway, when I got home, I put the DVD in my Wii, and when I started playing it, I then finally figured out something.
When I booted up the game and saw the title screen, I saw that the graphics and design were very similar to the Mario Party I remember. Anyway, I booted it up and saw the main menu, which was also really similar to what I thought it looked like in my mind. Then, when I pushed the "Solo" button, suddenly, ball room music from the 1920's or so started to play, and the game started to feel, off. I couldn't figure out what it was, but it just felt off. I then picked Mario and started my Solo adventure. Then, I noticed that there was no cutscenes. I remembered from my childhood there was cutscenes. I barely remember what they were, but I remember they existed. Anyway, then we got on the first board, called Toad Road.
The Toad Road experience started with a Toad speaking about the board. Normal stuff, however, then when we got to rolling the die, I randomly passed out. When I woke up, I saw that the board looked warped. Like someone with dementia tried recreating the board as precise as possible, but just couldn't. What's weird too was that all spaces on the board remained the same shape wise, but the actual spaces were either Bowser spaces or this distorted image. Also, I was going last on the roll. Oh well, anyway, the first person to roll was Yoshi. Yoshi got a 5, which landed him on this distorted image. When he landed on it, Yoshi decided to get out of the car and try walking, then became part of the distortion of the board. Then after that happened, the game crashed. "WHAT THE...!?" I yelled out loud. Then in rage, I was gonna try taking out the disc and breaking it in half, but when I tried ejecting it, it wasn't ejecting. It just, stayed in the Wii. Then I suddenly starting thinking about how I'd die. Apparently, I was gonna die of drowning in something that wasn't water. It seemed to be drowning in rage. I then knew why the disc stayed in the Wii. It was for my safety. After all this, I accepted what had happened and I kept the disc in there and continued with my day. Nowadays, I still have the exact Wii, and the disc is still in it. I don't touch it since every time I try, I always get reminded of my rage and my potential death. So I don't touch that Wii, and I won't ever again.
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A Dark Joke

It was a cold night at the end of March. A man sat praying in front of a delivery room. "Please God, save my wife and child." The man's wife was having a Cesarean section. She had always been physically frail, and they didn't know if she could survive the operation.
Throughout the night, the man continued to pray for his wife and unborn baby...
After what seemed like an eternity, the door to the delivery room swung open. The doctor appeared at the door, saying, "It was a very complex operation but both your wife and child survived. Congratulations!"
The man, crying with joy, rushed into the delivery room.
However, what he saw inside was his wife lying dead in a pool of blood on the operating table, and his child who had dropped dead on the floor.
"April Fools!" shouted the doctor behind him.
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A Darkedge Tale

My name is Bradley, I am 37 years old and I have a story to tell.
I grew up on Staten Island almost all of my life. Born in 1975, I remember the days with my mother down in the city, I remember my dad coming home from his job all ready to rest up for a while. My brother Josh picking on me because he was my brother and that's what brother's did. Growing up around the area my dad always used a name to get me and Josh to go to bed. That name was Cropsey.
Now if you have ever lived in the Staten Island area, you have heard of Cropsey. What, or Who, was Crospey? He was the escaped mental patient from the old Willowbrook Building who would kidnap kiddies in the night and make them vanish like a magician's assisstant. Josh at the time of my birth was 3 years old, and the day I was born, as I was told, was a long day, they said I was stubborn to get out of my mother, but I came nonetheless. Now there were children vanishing about but we thought nothing of it. That was until the Cropsey legend came full circle in the summer of 1987, the day poor little Jennifer Scweiger vanished.
Now I remember Schweiger, she used to go to the same school as I did. I would see her in the halls. I was always afraid of going near her because I didn't know what was wrong with her. But I will never forget that day she just disappeared. If you were a kid in Staten Island at that time you went everywhere with your parents and if you weren't with them, you stayed where you were at until they came and got you. That poor girl just walked off with some guy into the woods near Willowbrook and was never seen again.....that is until that very August.
After that happened I was weary of walking home because I was freaked out but after what happened, I wasn't the same way again.
I remember a creepy feeling that something was near me as I walked home from the stop. It was a feeling of being watched. A feeling that maybe the killer was still at large. I ran the rest of the way home, my heart pounding in my chest. That was the day I decided that I didn't want to live in Staten Island. Me and my folks packed up and left for good. I said goodbye to my friends and I didn't look back...
It is now 15 years later and I have decided to come back to Staten Island.
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A Day With Squidward

''Ugh another day"
Noises are heard from Patrick's rock*
'What is that? Never mind time to go to my miserable job.'
30 minutes later*
'SQUIDWARD WHY ARE YOU LATE!!!!'
'Mr Krabs, it was only one minute late.'
'I DON'T ACCEPT PEOPLE WHO ARE EVEN A SECOND LATE, YOU WILL BE FED TO THE REJECTS!!'
'please Mr Krabs, I don't want to be food for them. I'd rather die far away from here'
'I DON'T GIVE A SHIT NOW GO OR I WILL MAKE YOU!'
​Squidward falls through a trapdoor from the floor into the room full of Rejects*
'wait Spongebob, why are you here?'
'oh hi Squ...'
large realistic eyeless octopus leaps at Squidward and Spongebob*
'stay back you ugly thing. I'm warning you runnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn'
episode cuts to a man in the ocean hunting for shells*
'honey! i can not find any rare shells to sell online'
'please keep looking'
'OK' 
boyfriend is stabbed by the pirate from the Spongebob intro song*
'there lived in a pineapple under the sea...... Spongebob... SquarePants'
screen cuts to Squidward's face with his eyes missing*
"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME TO DIE?"
Squidward's face falls off, and a demonic creature is seen*
episode ends*
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A Day in the Life

So I was walking through the local cemetery early one morning when this weird guy came up to me and handed me a bootleg DVD of a lost Spongebob episode called "GOODBYE PLANKTON". Before I could ask him what this was all about, he exploded. So I kept walking, but then I heard someone (or something) say "YOU'RE NEXT" and the next thing I knew, I was lying face-down in a dumpster on the other side of town. It was late afternoon.
As I collected myself, I found the lost episode to my left and a portable DVD player to my right. How convenient. I hopped out of the dumpster and walked over to a nearby bench as I booted up the DVD player. It was only then that I noticed the lost episode wasn't a DVD at all. It was a videocassette.
"NOOOOOOOO!" I screamed into the heavens.
In blind fury, I threw the cassette at a random passerby, causing a spectacular explosion that killed him instantly and caused a tank truck, a napalm truck, and a bus full of orphans to crash into an animal shelter (which happened to have a gas leak). There were no survivors.
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A Day in the Life of an Admin

So, I woke up to what I thought was going to be a beautiful day. But, I thought wrong. I checked my computer, originally to talk to my friends, but then I noticed something... The Creepypasta Wiki had like 30,000 alerts.
"Not again..." I groaned.
I got on the chat to notice there were three types of trolls.
1. The typical spam troll.
2. The d-bag who insults everyone.
And the worst of all,
3. The guy who acts like an admin, but isn't.
I sighed as I warned each one. Two ignored me, and one insulted me. I didn't even care which exact one did which, the trolls needed to be banned anyway. So, I banned them, and I moved on to the next obstacle of problems.
Apparently, some ignorant user decided to post their own pasta(which wasn't even that good), and decided not to separate into paragraphs or correct their grammar. It was extremely annoying and painful to correct every little detail. Even the end result wasn't that good. The plot was still bad. I gave up on it.
And for the worst part, hate. Some guy decided to put spamming, troll, hating pastas directed at one of the hardest working admins. He thought he could hide behind all of his "Proxies" and insult the admin. So, one by one, I deleted each of the pastas, and banned the lowlife.
However, the troll decided to make more accounts. I, along with the other admins, had to permaban each one of his accounts. He persisted, so we had no choice but to permaban his IP address. Finally, this troll was taken care of.
It had taken me all day, which I could have spent socializing, but I had finally finished all of my jobs. Now, I could sit back, and relax for the rest of the day.
"Aaah..." I said as I sat back in my comfortable couch.
I was finally at ease, when:
Creepypasta Wiki: 30,000 alerts!
"Tell me it isn't so..." I groaned.
Oh, well. Here we go again.
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A Deadly Disaster

It all started when I bought the car. It was a Ford Mustang, I bought the newest one every time it came out. I was getting ready to buy a 2010 Model, but it seemed to be a little to cheap. Ecstatic about the price I immediately bought it. I was getting ready to drive to work and it was really hot outside so I turned up the air. It felt weird and the car started to smell like a dead person. I knew this smell because I was a doctor. A colorless liquid started to come dripping from the ceiling. It wasn't water or gas, so I started to freak out. Nothing else happened for a while until my daughter and I were on our way to the way home from a trip.
It was 10:30 PM so it was pretty dark outside. I never saw any cars and I was starting to get scared. That's when it happened. I heard the door unlock and thought my daughter was messing with it. I looked back and saw a man wearing a tuxedo, a hat, and smoking a cigarette. I yelled my daughter's name and she never answered. I looked back, the guy was sitting on her. I went on full speed until I saw a store.  I stopped there and yelled my daughter's name.
She finally answered me. I asked "Did you see a man back there with you in the backseat?" She replied with "No."
Very scared, I immediately took the car back and demanded to know the history. They said a man had been in a terrible car crash and died. I asked them what he looked like and they said the body was never found. The car had been remodeled before I got it. I came to the conclusion of knowing never to buy a Ford Mustang again, because it might cost me my life.
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A Disease Among Us

Garry is a 20 year old guy who works at subway, goes to uni and has good level of fitness. He still lives with his mom who by the way is a very nice person. Although Garry seems like a casual kind of guy, he is not...
Garry is not like most people for one reason and one reason alone. He is a hipster
Being a hipster all his life Garry has found it very hard to fit in with the normal people of his generation and because of this constant pushing out of the general society his hipsteriousis (the hipster disease) has grown out of control. Because of his serious condition his mind is greatly effected, one of the things that hurts him the most is when his infected brain tells him that those large grandma glasses with no lenses and that extra large sized dress would look great on him especially if he added a large brown side bag to his look. This disease has effected him in more ways than previously thought.
Scientists have recently discovered that Garry has a rare case of hipsteriousis, they found this out after his mother took him to the doctors when Garry was showing signs that his disease was advancing. His mother found him talking to a stranger outside their house telling him that his clothes and ideology were completely original and that he was a one of a kind with his fashion statements.
Garry's special case has shown that the frontal lobes of his brain have mellowed down into a complete slurry of mush and incoherence to its surroundings. This means that Garry's hipsteriousis may never be cured, not even by the alure of finely laced black leather jackets from Guchi. Although this discovery was a severe shock to the doctors it only compares as mild to the secondary effects they found.
Hipsteriousis can become contagious if it becomes too advanced in one person. This means that the terrible disease can be spread from one person to another through terrible ideas and large wastes of money.
The message here is that you need to look out for yourself and others but yourself the most. Remember that if any of your friends who you suspect of having hipsteriousis show signs that their disease is advancing then the best thing that you can do is completely ignore and shun them, show no signs of interest or care for anything they do. Although the disease becomes greater the more you ignore them if the person is ignored to such a large scale eventually the disease releases them of its grasp and frees their minds from its hold allowing for rational and thought out decisions on what to wear. Please stay safe and remember... Hipsteriousis is contagious.
Note: Garry died 3 months after this story when he was beatin to death after wearing a combination of ugboots and cogs while walking the street of Sydney
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