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WhispersInTheForest

Hello, my name is fazbeartheawesome and i'm writing this to tell you something....
One day i was playing TNT Rush when i all-of-a-sudden got a strange message from an account named "WhispersInTheForest" i didn't know who this was but he/she said to me "come to my game for me please.." so i came to his/her game and Forest revealed its gender to be a girl, thats when she said "wanna be friends?" and i was like "Sure" that's when i knew i made a terrible mistake. She wouldn't stop following me and she kept repeating "Your next!" i removed her from the my Friends List as fast as i could but....She still followed me. She knew every server i was in and every game i was in too. I didn't know what was happening so i just let it slide and that's when she came to my own place and said "You traitor..." and she shut down the server. I couldn't get into my own game, when i finally did manage to get back into my game everything was different, the sky was red and all the models were gone. The only model left standing was WhispersInTheForest herself. i didn't go on roblox for a day until i knew everything was good.
But it wasn't good, i knew this HAD to dealt this fast. so i looked up her account and her only friend was fazbeartheawesome. i had removed her yesterday! How could i STILL be in her friends list?! i freaked out, i didn't know to what to do. Then she messaged me again saying "Die..." so i went into my game and saw my friends were there. I told them all about this and they said THEY saw her too, saying they were next as well, and believe it or not WhispersInTheForest joined our game and wrote :kill all when she wasn't even an admin.. We all panicked as she said before leaving "Roblox will fall because of you..." and the entire server was shut down again, but i got back in and everything was normal. I didn't what the heck happened but PLEASE, DON'T TRUST WHISPERSINTHEFOREST!
I zoomed out the page and look carefully at the friends list, 2 Friends....
Dj_Narwhal
and my account..
This was the scariest thing i ever saw, so scary i didn't go on roblox today....
WHISPERSINTHEFOREST
Originally on Roblox Creepypasta Wiki.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Roblox
Category:YOU'RE NEXT
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Read by HoodoHoodlum
Category:English Class Failure
Whispers Behind the Door

My arm fell limp at my side, the dehydration slowly getting too me. I looked around the room and coughed. It had been three days.
I had been stuck in this closet ("Maybe it's a cupboard" I thought, chuckling) for the past three days, my already nearly empty water supply having been emptied the day before.
Now, I could barely move because of how tired I was. How hungry I was. How thirsty I was.
"Why am I here?" I thought wearily, licking my lips, thinking of how delicious a small cup of fresh water would be.
I leaned my head against the door area of this room. I had tried breaking it down on the first day after it wouldn't open, but that had failed.
That was when I heard it. Whispering from behind the door.
I shuffled more closely towards the door, pressing my ear against the thick wood.
"How... See... Die?" I was only able to catch small bits of the conversation, but I was glad to know there were people.
"Hel..." my throat was so dry, I could barely speak above a mumble. My eyes widened at this, and I tried kicking the door, but my lack of food and water had gotten to me, and my kick was barely audible.
I heard a different man laugh, and I paid more attention, "Give... Test... Collection... Advancements?"
Still, I heard barely anything, but their conversation was very... interesting.
"Are they talking about me?" I thought with a quirked eyebrow, "Or somebody else? Are they the reason I'm here?"
I heard a pair of footsteps walk towards the door and put something on the ground.
I heard two things slide under the door, and I hastily grabbed them, exerting more energy than I had into getting what had slid under the door. It was a small knife and a cloth. 
"Do what you want," the man behind the door chuckled, "Either way, the next time we come here, this room will smell of copper."
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Shortpasta
White Clock Radio

When I was little, I believe I must've been around five or six years old at the time, I found a white clock radio which was hidden in my parents' closet, under layers and layers of winter clothes. Why it was hidden there was a mystery to me; hell, even its sole existence baffled me because my parents already had a clock radio, sitting on their nightstand. Curiosity got the best of me and I smuggled the little device into my own room, where I promptly plugged it in.
Soon, it became apparent to me why my parents had put it away and bought a new one: on all the channels there was only static to be heard. On all the channels? No, by accident I found out that when you put the dial exactly in the middle between the 92 and 96 MHz marks, you were able to receive local police radio signals, and crystal clear at that. This exited me greatly, of course. For days on end I would listen to this channel, and pretend that I was a police officer.
Until one day, when I decided I wanted to actually join in on the action. When there was a bit of silence between the two policemen speaking, I pressed the snooze button and spoke into the radio's speaker:
"This is car 505 in hot pursuit of the suspects!"
At first, the two policemen said nothing. And then, all of a sudden, I heard: "... Car 505? Who the fuck is car 505? This is the police frequency! Who's on this channel?" I got scared shitless (I figured I was in some big trouble right now!), yanked the plug out of the wall socket, ran to my parents' bedroom and hid the clock radio under these layers and layers of winter clothes.
I've never seen it again.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
White Knight

Once upon a time there was this tartlet named Rebecca. She tried to put up her "NO U" shield to prevent EDiots from invading this so-called "weregrinch" and his basement dwelling. One night, Rebecca was busy away on her BAN EVADED account, that she didn't even notice anything in her surroundings. She was too busy talking with her green furcuckoty boyfriend Nathan.
Suddenly, she turned around, and there stood a shadow. "What did I tell you?!" It bellowed. Rebecca got up and almost fell backwards as her chair caught the desk behind her. She was BAAAAWWWWWWing so much that she was was afraid she would be eaten or some shit. The shadow came out from the darkness and showed its face....it was the Metokur chimera, and it was here to curse her for her bad attitude. "What, what do you want from  me???" She shrieked.
"I want you to stay out of the way! Nevar Forget!!!" And with that, the Metokur chimera waved his arm this way and that, and turned Rebecca into a roll of masking tape that could be used to make other cucks STFU or as bondage for TITS or to keeop others from GTFO. The chimera saw where Nathan was located at and took off to fly there, with Rebecca's new form in the palm of his hand, he was ready to use her to get back at the weregrinch and hunt him down like the manchild he is.
THE END.
The Metokur chimera is (c)EyesGlowYellow. Do not steal my idea, it is my copyright. If you should choose to do so, I can always contact the admins and have this taken care of since I have already noted any takings of my ORIGINAL idea. And yes, this is original, as no one has come up with this FIRST. Thanks
Category:Satire
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
White Room

You wake up in a white room.
There is a phone, a basket-ball hoop with a basket ball, and a small group of people.
You shoot some B-ball, when this small group of people, up to no good, start making trouble. You, bruised and beaten, call your mother, who gets scared, and says that you will be moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-air.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
White Van (Copypasta)

Yesterday I saw a white, windowless van saying "free candy" in spray paint. I love candy, especially free, so naturally I walk over to the van and knock on the window. The man came out and he looked quite old and strange, and he also smelt a bit like fish and sewage. But who am I to judge if I'm getting free candy right? He opened the back door and told me to come inside. Inside it was dark and it smelt like the bathroom after my dad's daily alone time. I felt the man touch my legs and feet when all of a sudden the lights turned on. I could see him crouched over next to me at a light switch and to my amazement there was the most candy I have ever seen in my life. The man smiled to reveal black and missing teeth, probably from the sugar in all of the candy. He told me to take as much as I want. After eating as much as my stomach could hold, I went home with my pockets filled with the candy. When I got home, my dad asked where have I been all this time so I told him the story. He then took me to my room and proceeded to fuck me in the ass
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
White horror (the altered version)

:Original story here
I was playing the pokemon white version I had bought about 3 weeks ago,but when I started a new file I wasn't in Nuvema Town, but at Celestial Tower with Lavender Town playing. But when I stepped inside the tower it asked SNIVY? Then I got the options YES/NO. I personally don't like snivy so i answered NO and it asked OSHAWOTT? YES/NO. I wanted Tepig so I chose NO again. What I thought was weird was it said JUNIPER'S TEPIG HAS BEEN STOLEN! WOULD YOU LIKE TO GIVE IT A NICKNAME. I answered yes and called it BlazeRod,then i walked out of the tower, and Prof. Juniper came running at me and said: It's not nice stealing people's pokemon now give me back that TEPIG! i got the options YES/NO again, and out of curiousness i answered YES she said good choice boy now leave in peace or I WILL GET BIANCA AND CHEREN ON YOU!!!! she said in a lourd and angry voice  i left and after contioning down the route i found my self in newvemer town (sorry for spelling it wrong) i went in to my house and i went up to my mum she said im sorry son then i heard a lourd scream come out of the speackers of my dsi i threw my dsi out the window (i live in a arpartment on floor 13) i saw it fall and brake on the ground then my real mom came in and said whats wrongl ooking confused i said nothing she said she heard screaming then she left. after that i never played a pokemon game ever again
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Pokemon
Category:Wall of Text
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Shortpasta
Who's Calling?

Matt is sitting with his mates down at the pub when he realises that his phone is ringing. So, who's calling?
He picks up the phone to answer it, but it stops ringing as soon as he touches it.
A couple of hours pass and he is at home, a small 2 bedroom apartment, when he hears his phone ringing again, in the kitchen. Matt rushes to pick it up, not wanting to miss the call, but it stops ringing as soon as he lays a finger on it. Thinking nothing of this, he returns to his bedroom and sleeps.
He wakes up to a loud bang at 2am followed by an angry hushed whisper; Pick it up... Pick it up!
The whisper echoes through his mind for a couple of seconds, and then fades away.
His phone rings.
He refuses to answer it.
The ringing doesn't stop. It echoes through his head the same way the voice did. It gets so loud that Matt, unable to stand the sound, falls unconscious.
As he wakes, he realises something. His phone is not where he left it. It is now right next to him. Right next to where he lay on the floor, next to his bed. As he becomes more aware of his surroundings, he realises that the phone is ringing yet again.
The voice returns, but it is not a hushed whisper anymore. No. It is screaming at the top of its lungs. Screaming, pounding his head, forcing him to pick up the phone.
He can no longer control his body.
The hand that he once controlled is now controlled by the voice. This time, when it touches the phone, it doesn't hang up. Instead, it continues to ring. His fingers press answer.
...
Lucy is down at the shopping centre when her phone begins to ring. She goes to answer it, but it stops ringing as soon as she touches it.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Who's Joe?

"Who's joe?" a distant voice asks.
Instantly everyone nearby hears the sound of 1,000s of bricks rapidly shuffling towards his location.
The earth itself seemed to cry out in agony, until finally the ground itself split open and a horrific creature crawled from the ground, covered in mucus and tar.
"Joe Momma..." the creature whispered.
The man cried out in pain as he disintegrated into dust, and the whole world fell silent in fear.
"I did a little trolling." the wretched creature remarked before burrowing back into the earth.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Memes
Category:Shortpasta
Who Are You?

As I got in the shower on Tuesday, my wife was leaving for work. I usually take my time in the shower, and I did so whenever my wife left.
25 minutes later, I was getting out of the shower and pulling my pants on when someone knocked at the door. I answered it. Who else could it be but my cousin, Rick?
Rick then proceeded to tell me me someone had broken into his house, which is stunning considering the fact that he lives in the area with the lowest crime rate around. But that wasn't the only thing that was strange. He said a demon with red eyes had broken into his house, and it could barely fit through the door.
I asked incredulously, "He came through the door? And you saw him?"
"Yes," he responded. "I managed to see it from the stairs, then hurried back to my bed and pretended I was asleep and had not seen it. I was afraid for my life."
"Wait, you said it was a demon?"
"Yes, very big, it looked like it had horns or some type of weird thing on his head, like a costume. Except real-looking."
"Well, if you need anything, I'll be here."
"Can I stay with you? Just until it gets caught, or it's been a while since I saw it?"
"Of course... why wouldn't I let you stay here?"
Rick decided to take a shower after he and I sat down and had a long discussion over lunch. Then my wife returned home.
"Oh, hi honey, who's in the shower?"
"Rick, actually. Someone, or something, broke into his house."
"Something...?"
"He claims he saw a demon with red eyes."
At that moment, my cousin Rick came out of the shower, standing in the hallway behind me.
"Hello, Rick!" my wife said.
"Hi," Rick replied, his voice sounding husky and deeper than usual.
"I'm sorry to hear about your house, that's really unlucky."
Rick nodded, and took one step closer. As I began to turn around and face him, my wife exclaimed,
"Hey Rick, I never knew you had red eyes."
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Demins and Debbils
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Who Killed Satan?

To see who killed Satan's Brother, you must complete these steps:
# Go to your grocery store.
# Get a pack of playing cards.
# Lay them out on table.
# Stand a cadle in he middle of the table.
# Chant "Sanguinis homicidam necasti Satan frater?".
# Once you have completed that action correctly, a ghost will move on of the cards.
# You will see an iPad sitting on the other chair.
# Say "Lets begin!".
# The iPad will move one of the cards closer to him.
# Move on of the cards closer to you. 
# Carry on the same thing over and over, until you are ready to say "Goodbye."
# Once you completed that action correctly, he will put Satans' brother's dead body on the table. He will then come closer to you. Don't panic. He will not kill you. He will go to for ear and say "I killed his brother..." before disappearing.
Congrats, you have summoned his brother's killer! :)
Remember, I have tried this once, and had nightmares! Please do this at your own risk!
==== Notes ====
* If you are lucky, at 6:66 am, one of your dead relatives will come alive.
* If the candle goes out, abort your house for a minute.
* DO NOT even think about trying this at day.
* DO NOT bend one of the cards.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:TRUE STORY
Category:Rituwel
Category:Demins and Debbils
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
Who Remembers That One SpongeBob Episode?

Everyone knows that one popular Nickelodeon show called "SpongeBob SquarePants," right?
It was a bleak winter day in 2005 and I was on break from school. I was up at 5:30 A.M. playing Half-Life 2 on my shitty computer. I had the TV in my room blaring Nicktoons. I decided to take a break from the game and watch some cartoons; I tell you, the gunship boss fight is a total pain in the ass. A commercial was advertising a special SpongeBob episode, and since I had nothing to do, I decided to watch it.
The episode started out with Patrick and SpongeBob outside of their house talking and annoyingly laughing, like usual. One thing I noticed is that the quality was awful - so awful, in fact, that you could barely make anything out. Squidward being his usual grumpy self told SpongeBob and Patrick to quiet down. The screen became more blurry and stretching out of shape. A distorted scene showed Squidward practicing his clarinet. It then cut to static.
It then cut back to Squidward, who looked extremely disgruntled and holding a sharp object. He then went to SpongeBob's house and knocked on his door. SpongeBob opened the door and tried to greet Squidward, but was stabbed brutally by Squidward and started screaming. After a minute and a half of Squidward brutally torturing SpongeBob, it cut to a scene hard to decipher - my guess is that the scene was supposed to be SpongeBob's funeral, as Mr. Krabs was standing next to SpongeBob's grave with Patrick and Sandy mourning SpongeBob's death.
It then cut to a message saying that the channel was hijacked by an unknown person.
To this day, I still don't know what that episode was about. When I try to go to sleep, I dream of that one scene of SpongeBob getting stabbed by Squidward.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:SpongeBob
Category:Shortpasta
Category:That just raises more questions!
Who Satan Really Is

You guys may think that Satan is some weird red goat man, but he ISN'T. I have proof, and it's the best proof ever. So one day I was searching teh interwebs and I saw a picture thingy called THEREALSATAN.jpg. I looked at it, and guess what I saw... I saw a cookie!
Yes, satan is a demonic chocolate chip cookie with cute little sparkly eyes. But, you shall not underestimate this cookie, his chocolate chips are chocolate chips of DOOOM. Demons are really just cookie crumbs. But back on topic, when I saw the pic, I was scared so much, I died. Then I came back alive because of swag. So, the cookie then POPPED OUT OF THE SCREEN. He summoned his army of cookie crumbs. But then, a man came out of nowhere (because epic openings are overrated) and guess who he was...
It was rob ford! Since he was really hungry, he ate all the cookie crumbs then burned to death. Cookie satan then proceeded to eat my face. But then the COOKIE MONSTER came out of nowhere and ate the cookie satan. So then everyone turned to major derps and lived happily ever after. The end!
But satan will break free soon... and he will be one... angry...
COOKIE
Category:Trollpasta
Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
Category:EVIL FOOD
Category:Demins and Debbils
Category:Shortpasta
Who Was Car?

There wonce was man who was walking down the road.
Sudddenly car came out of nowhere and almost hit him! Had to swerve﻿ out of way and hit tree instead. The person in car out got out. He said "OMG are you ok son? I almost hit you". Teh walking man saw and back said "but my dad is dead"
THEN WHO WAS CAR?
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Blatant Ripoffs
Category:WHO WAS PHONE?
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
Who Was Conversing with Me on the Cellular Phone?

I was sharing a passionate kiss with my romantic interest, when my cellular phone alerted me that someone wished to converse with me. The man on the phone inquired as to what I was engaging in with his daughter. Assuming this man was my romantic interest's father, I explained the conversation I had to her. She informed me that her father was deceased. That is when I thought to myself "If her father is dead, then who was conversing with me on the cellular phone?" And then a human skeletal structure appeared.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Memes
Category:SUGGESTED READING
Category:Shortpasta
Who Was That Man?

Your imagination can do many things, good or bad things. No matter what, they always frighten you in some way. Either the creature under your bed or the figure standing in the woods. My story starts off at a grocery store in Hanford.
I was getting some milk, eggs, and some Takis when a man wearing a black suit came into the store. He wore a black hat. I stared at the man whilst he was talking to the store clerk. He went towards the door and turned towards me as he left.
I looked down at the floor immediately. I honestly thought nothing of it as I walked to my house.
The next day, I woke up, got my coffee, took a shower, got dressed, and then went to work. Around 2:19 P.M. I began to think of the man. I don't know why I had thought of the man, because I was busy thinking of my suggestions for work that I was supposed to give to my boss. 
The door into the hall opened, and a man walked into the room. I stood up and said, "Do you work here, sir?"
There was no answer. He walked towards me silently and put his hand on my shoulder. I began to feel a sharp pain where he touched me. He took his hand off to reveal a mark, like a demonic symbol. I felt scared as he took off his hat, revealing a red-skinned man, with scratches on his face, torn off flesh, yellow teeth, and bad breath. What really unnerved me were his horns.
His horns were sharp and short. I stepped back, falling down on a pencil.
The man stood over me and said, "Go to hell" and let out a deep and dark laugh.
I fainted, and the next morning I was in my bed, with my clothes on. I thought of it as a dream and then went into the kitchen to find a note: "Don't think of me as a dream, Maggie." I felt a burn on my shoulder and pulled down the sleeve of my shirt to see the mark of the Devil.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Demins and Debbils
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta