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The Feared the Silent

"Don't come near me! I'm warning you," said the victim. "You don't need to fear; just stay happy and silent," said the dark and shady figure. I ran so fast that I think I would've pulled a muscle if I ran any faster. Too bad I didn't take the tablet and use it against him. I burst into the town doors and ran over to the creepy, burned down house. I walked in, then something grabbed my foot!
"Well, this is just great," Jack said with a hint of sadness in his voice. I asked him what was wrong the other day and he kept saying something that happened in his dream: a figure saying "Four... four... four... four." He said that's all it said. I looked at his fourth birthday to see what he got; I inspected the fourth present that he opened. I went to his house and asked if he still had his Nerf gun he got when he was four (Nerf also had four letters). He said yes. I asked him if I could have it for a little bit it. He said yes. I took it up to my room and I shot it four times. Then I reloaded it four times, this was the fourth thing I did that consisted with the number four. Then a shadow came up on my wall. I looked and nothing was making that shadow on the wall. It said, "Hello, Noah. I have been watching you and you called upon me by doing the code. I think your really smart. Let's just see how smart you really are!"
"What do I have to do?" I asked the shadow. It replied "I need you to open the door and behind it, I need you to shoot my shadow four times, and then you can have four wishes." "I can wish for anything?" I asked. He said yes. So I did it to see what happened and for the wishes, of course. When I finished a black hole appeared out of the wall and out came a statue. I touched it and it became animated. I asked when I get the wishes. He asked me what I wanted. I asked to be the wealthiest person in the world. After I got that wish, I said I wanted a really good job when I was older and I got that. Then I asked to know everything. I got that, too. Then I asked him what he would do now. He replied in a very creepy voice, "I'm going to enslave the entire human race!" I wished for a way to defeat him, then he said no! I asked him why and he said, "Your fourth wish doesn't work because bad things happen on the number four! Hahahaha!" His laugh sounded like nails on a chalk board.
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Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Old Shit
The Fearmaster

Dr. Jaks: "Patient Interview #1 with Mason Marshall, Patient #000175, how are you today, Mason?"
Mason: "I didn't mean to kill him, Mark, he, HE MADE ME DO IT!"
Dr. Jaks: "Calm Down, Mason, you are safe here, what happened that day, in March, when Mark died?"
Mason: "It was a normal day, yeah, normal. I wish I could go back and do it again, save Mark. I jogged for a mile, and saw him... with that fucking Fedora and that Overcoat, he fed on me, he-he lives in all of us. Doctor, the thing, the thing that makes you run up to your room really quick, like someone is chasing you, that's his weakest form."
Dr. Jaks: "Who, Mason?"
Mason: "Phobus. Fearmaster, the Greeks had it right, they knew what he caused in all of us, Doctor. He takes form, shows us what we fear most, and makes us do things, we couldn't do... God dammit, he made me kill Mark..."
Dr. Jaks: Phobus... Does not exist Mason, he is not real, it's all in your head."
Mason: "No, you don't understand... They call it schizophrenia, pyschotic episode, whatever, but I know, I saw him. That smug motherfucker. I can still hear him, calling my name every night, laughing."
Dr. Jaks: "Mason-"
Mason: "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I SAW, YOU HAVE NO IDEA!"
Struggling is heard, and screams.*
Dr. Jaks: "Damien, restrain him!"
A large CRACK, another scream, this time from Dr. Jaks.*
Dr. Jaks: "Oh, my God, you-you killed Damien, HELP, HELP ME PLEASE!!"
Mason: "Whatsa matter, Doc, you scared?!"
Another scream, and a cough, then silence.*
Mason: "Oh, God, you made me kill another... fuck, fuck, FUCK!"
Soon after these tapes were recorded, a large fire occured at the Asylum where Mason was being held, all was destroyed but this one tape, hundreds were killed, but one patient was unnacounted for, Mason Marshall, Patient #000175. Soon after Mason turned up missing, a cryptic letter was sent from Mason to a police department in New York. It had a series of cryptic numbers:
"84382683468349032897462348623846283462934862634592346509234629384652645"
After months of attempted decoding, this answer was found:
"I AM PHOBOS I AM A GOD I WILL KILL ALL WHO FEAR ME ALL WHO DIE BY MY BLADE WILL BE MY SERVANTS IN PARADISE."
Mason has never been caught, and a series of mysterious murders on the Eastern Coast lead many to believe he is alive and well, acquiring more and more servants.
Be safe, and do not Fear what you cannot see.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Old Shit
The Feet Grabbers

It was just a normal day like any other, my Mom and I had a movie date, a little mother - daughter thing. We were at the super market getting some snacks for the movie.
After we were done, we decided to head home.
The movie we chose, was "It", a newer film on the market. Anyway, we curled up on the couch, got our snacks ready and began to watch.
About half way in I had that little urge to pull my feet up, you know that little feeling you get when something is about grab your feet so I alerted my mother "Mom, pull your feet up quick, or the Feet Grabbers will grab them."
I said that as a joke of course, my Mom said there is no such thing as Feet Grabbers and continued to dangle her feet over the couch.
About another hour passed and the movie was over I had fallen asleep, but I awoken to a scratching noise underneath me. I looked over at my Mom to see a blank pale face, this jolted me with fear and I said "Mom are you okay?"
She didn't answer me, I heard the same scratching sound once again, but it was towards the end of the couch. I looked at my Mom's feet, waited for my eyes to adjust and seen long, dark, fingers slowly curling around my mother's feet. Then suddenly, she was yanked off the couch, and was dragged under the couch. I let out a blood curdling screech, and that is all I remember.
I woke up in a hospital bed, my father and my grand parents surrounded me. I asked where Mom was, my father said they are still looking for her, after a few hours of checking out of the hospital, we went back to the house and everything was moved around from the police but the couch was not.
I tried to explain but no one believed me, everyone took it as she was just out running errands, she has only been reported missing for a few hours. I got curious and decided to move the couch, the only thing that was there, were claw markings engraved into the floor boards that said, "You're Next".
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Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:YOU'RE NEXT
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Category:Old Shit
The Fiddle Made of Gold

I am a clairvoyant teenager. I live in Georgia with my Grandpa Jonathan
On an ancient orchard covered in dead peaches. He loves fiddle music. And sometimes he has this like shifty thing with his eyes. This will be important later.
So.
Deep in our attic... where it is VERY DARK AND NO ONE EVER GOES BECAUSE THE LOCK IS RUSTY AND CREAKS.
I was looking for something kind of ancient I could make into a bowl so my parents wouldn't miss it. Then, under a stack of at least 15-20 upside down bibles and TV guides I found it.
A golden fiddle. It was covered in dust.
I was amazed and terrified because it was covered in runes and like a lot of 6's and I could see the face of an old man with a long white beard and a giant cowboy hat staring at me from deep within its case. Then it began to play by itself. This was not cool because usually fiddles have players.
Then my grandpa Jonathan came up to the attic. HIS EYES WERE OPEN AND SHIFTED. He told me "now you know my secret. Once upon a time I was in a fiddling contest with the devil. That golden fiddle was my reward."
I was in awe and amazed that my grandpa had beaten the devil in a fiddle contest, but then I saw the gold start to chip off the damn thing as it played in the air. It was just spray paint. This was just like, a regular old fiddle. FUCK AND AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
The blood drained out of my face. I turned super white. I looked at Grandpa Jonathan and said: "If you didn't actually win the Golden fiddle, where is your soul... are... are... you the DEVIL????!!!"
My Grandpa was like "Shit... I sold the actual golden fiddle for groceries and meth in the late 90's when the peach farm went under. I just really like the story I guess."
I was like "oh. OK"
Anyway, an old homeless man is in my attic playing a spray painted fiddle
...
Edit: I talked to grandpa Jonathan. The homeless man is actually my uncle. I have night blindness in addition to clairvoyance.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Figure Outside the Window

6/20/2012 11:06 P.M Hi, my name is Greg. So, I'm just gonna wrap this little blog up, ok? So I was on my computer just messing around on YouTube, playing Minecraft, doing my do. Then I get strange shivers running down my spine, as if someone or "something," was watching over me. I saw a figure outside the window, out of the corner of my eye. Whenever I looked straight at it, "the figure" faded away.
I decided to ignore it and, get some rest.
6/20/2012 5:09 A.M Ok. I saw something so horrid I almost puked. It was right out my window. "The figure" was holding the body of my friend (who I'm not gonna say the name of for safety reasons). Okay, whatever the heck the figure is, I'm boarding up my house! I emailed my friend, and he said he saw a figure just like that...
6/21/2012 6:52 A.M The reason my friend has not responded is...well...the police found his body with words written on the wall in his blood. It said... "No Evidence" Uh...
6/23/2012 8:23 A.M Things seem to be getting normal. No sign of "the figure" anywhere. I guess I can end this blo... Hold on, I will be back... Ok, so "the figure" was inside my house by an open window. I chased it out my house with a pocket knife, but it was weird. It just said, "You're Next." And it just left with someone or something in its arms.
6/24/2012 7:21 P.M "The figure" left a note right next to my bed. It read, "If you want more answers come to **** Oak**** Ave." So I did. Turns out it was a very weird house. It looked like no one had lived there in ages. There were blood stains, and the wood was creaking, and inside was dark... just great. I found a flashlight on the ground and went inside. You would expect there to be bodies, and "the figure" being there, but it was just blood; no bodies or "the figure." It is raining outside so I'm gonna spend the night there. I'll just cuddle up by the wood.
6/25/2012 8:34 A.M I felt someone, or "something," breathing over my neck. My brain told me to run, so that was exactly what I did. It was dark, and I think it was "the figure." But I just ran back to my house. I whisper to myself, "I'm... safe..." and slowly fall asleep.
6/27/2012 5:00 A.M I had a Skype chat with my friend.
"Hey, man, what is up?" My friend said.
"Nothing; I just need to talk."
"Ok, what about?"
"There is this thing watching over me."
"You sure your mind is not fooling you?"
"Yes, I'm sure, but what do I do?"
"..."
"Bud, you there?"
"If you want to see your friend alive, I would suggest staying inside."
The chat ended.
Ok, what the hell! I just did what "it" said, and stayed inside.
6/27/2012 9:05 P.M I got my knife ready. I am wondering what "it" will do. I can identify its sharp claws, and super horrifying face, but that's it. I think I should get ready so...
"That stupid boy is dead; his friends, and beloved as well. Don't be scared. I will be coming for you very soon..."
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Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Jornel
Category:Beings
Category:Old Shit
The FilmCow Show

In case you don't know, there are Animated shorts on YouTube made by Jason Steele under the animation group named "FilmCow". They are generaly very funny, except for one. It was called Mr. Happy Face it is basically a very graphic representation of a crazed serial murderer mutilating a young boy and his dog. The image showed Mr. Happy Face with blood flying everywhere, but be assured, FilmCow spared no expense in describing exactly what was happening,.
Anyway, one time I turned my TV on, commercials as usual. I pressed 4-4 to go to Comedy Central (It was time for Colbert) and it didn't change. I decided I must've turned it off on CC which I do usually. After a minute, the show came back on, but it wasn't Colbert, or any other CC show. It was Mr. Happy Face. Fascinated, and with a strong tolerance for gore, I watched. It was the whole thing all the way through, and when it was over, another FilmCow short came on, It was Llamas with Hats! At that point, I decided Jason Steele must've just got his own TV show. Until another show came on. But it wasn't a FilmCow short. No, it was Mr. Happy Face. The real Mr. Happy Face show. At first it was just like it was in the beginning of the short (lalalal i love everyone) and then... I died, the end.
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Category:Trollpasta
Category:TELAVISHUN
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Im died
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Category:Shortpasta
The Film Festival

In 2014, I got tickets to a film festival. But when I found it wasn't officially licensed, I started to have second thoughts about it. I mean, I didn't want to be raped, drugged or get my kidneys taken away, after the stuff I heard online from people that experienced it. But another part of me told me to go. And another part of me said no. Obviously, I went with my other half saying yes. When I got there, it seemed deserted and abandoned.
Sure, there was 2 or 3 persons, but that was it. They didn't even seemed experienced in animation or anything for that matter, and probably had some shitty flash animations to display. Surprisingly half of shorts were copyrighted stuff, like Breadwinners, but edited with different voices. Basically, all did was dub it, and made it look like they did it. And now I think, "Wow, they're assholes."
It was about 2 in the morning, and there wasn't a lot of people now; it was totally empty. Among the empty crowd however, was leftover beer, shrimp tails, and cigarettes. After grabbing a few shrimp tails, I headed back to the viewing room where they were showing another pilot. It was the Bug Salad pilot I had seen a while ago. Like the other pilots, it was completely dubbed with entirely new voices. At the end, where Winston and the neighbors were attracted to the dusk lamp, it actually showed them walking into the dusk lamp. As they did, hyper-realistic, demonic shrieking could be heard.
Their skin was practically peeling off their bodies. It showed their organs, brain, intestines, and even their private areas. It was a disturbing twist. Scott was detached from his lower half, as he leaped off the roof onto the grass. It then showed his head stump bleeding. Scott, without warning, died and his eyes turned into X's. The X's looked more like stitches on a football than normal cartoony X's. Then it cut back to the bugs, they were melting into puddles of blood and bones. After they did, the camera began to violently shake, as the screen cut to black slowly. A bunch of flashlights shined in the darkness; a search party looking for Scott.
It cut to the head of Scott. His eyeballs lying beside him. In front of him was a heart-shaped card. In his heart was nothing...
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Hyper-realistic
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Well, that was pointless.
The Films

I was wondering if anyone has heard of the '[REDACTED] Films'.
It was recently leaked to the public following a covered-up police chase involving 8 missing college students. The origin of the link is unknown, and the full video usually gets taken off YouTube. Although one of my friends emailed me about it and even included the attachment of the full video.
The '[REDACTED] Film' can be somewhat disturbing to watch, and the video link probably will be taken down, so I've carefully studied it and typed out a full transcript of the full 50 second clip.
I don't know what to make of it though; the police probably had the same problem.
The video ends at that. I counted all 8 students, so they must have placed the camera and sat down. The rest I can't even explain.
A later police report states that all windows of the bus were shattered, and the door was caved in. The students disappeared. Dried blood covered the undamaged interior, and bits of bone later identified as skull were found on the steering wheel, encased in a layer of mucous-like pinkish substance. That was the only information leaked.
What happened to those people?
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
The Final Log of the USS Onion

A tragedy occurred on June 7th 2020. The USS Onion was found sunken in disgustingly off-color water with a horrible, gut-wrenching stench in the air. After hours of exploring the ship, the following audio log was recovered from the wreckage. Personal details were removed for the sake of privacy.
"Hey guys [REDACTED] here oh my goodness guys my stomach is rolling from eating that onion and rotten garlics oh my goodness okay guys this is episode two and right now guys i want to show you my living room uh my hallway i guess oh my goodness my stomach but um look guys look it's one of my greatest achievement [REDACTED] Land 4 on the gameboy advance ahaha and look guys look the virtual boy ultimate classic system um guys you remember [REDACTED] Land incredible incredible oh my goodness my stomach guys my stomach the bathroom is not far away oh my goodness i feel uh the- the stuff coming down my buttocks oh my goodness oh [DATA EXPUNGED] blaughhharg my gosh i've got to get to the door aaugh i got just got to get to the door bye guys bye don't forget to subscribe and the next episode will be with me using the toilet oh my goodness guys it's running down my buttocks aaugh i need to get to the bathroom it's coming it's coming *inhuman screaming*"
We don't know the significance of this recording yet but will keep everyone informed if the investigation bears fruit.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
The Fine Day Upon Which I Smoked Two Opiums

Upon one fine day, my good sir Sean asked me to make a visit to his house. Sean, the 26-year-old male, was known by many to insert opium into his bloodstream via a syringe, and he performed such an act once every day. Me, I would on certain occasions insert opium into mine bloodstream by making use of a syringe. On this fine day we were planning to reach a great height. We had both just made use of a straw insert into our nasal cavities. However, Sean was attempting to place the opium directly onto his forehead. It was strange fecal matter my good sir, strange fecal matter. After performing this act we noticed a fairy which informed us that we should head to a tree. I then suggested it FORNICATE WITH ITSELF. Sean was going to use two opiums at once, and I had been unable to believe he could survive it. He made use of a syringe to insert opium into his bloodstream when suddenly he became happy. Sean had tried to turn me happy. All of a sudden, he had turned happy and passed away. I then got up from my seat and began to run around the seat, saying "I require assistance, for Seanbaby has passed away and I do believe he is happy!" Afterwards, I had passed out. Afterwards, I had awoken in a forest donning a green cap and attire and was greeted by a fairy which had informed me to go to a tree. Nowadays, I spend my time rescuing a princess multiple times in a row, as I go by the surname Linkaren.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:THERY
Category:SMOKE WEED ERRYDAY
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Zel-DUUHHH
Category:Satire
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Fireplace

[This was found in a journal in an abandoned hospital]
Let me start by saying that I love to be near a fireplace. I love their heat. I know that I am not the only person like this, and many people do. I get to be with my cat whenever my grandma has a fire in her fireplace.
Although, one time, something went extremely wrong.
It happened on November 12th of this year. My grandma had asked me to start the fire, so I did. I opened the grate, and a TON of ash just fell down and some gas came out, too. That was very weird since we just had it cleaned recently...
After the fire started, I started feeling dizzy and tired.
"I must be tired," I thought. 
I laid down. I fell asleep.
I lost flesh.
When I awoke, both my arms where red. BLOOD red. You could see the flesh of my arms. There was no blood either. My grandma, since she is a nurse, tried to help me until I got to a hospital.
They put me to sleep.
I awoke. Everything was dark. There was no electricity. I don't even know what day it is.
I keep seeing something out of the corner of my eye, too. It looks like...a ghost. It has no head, and what looks like blood, if it's even possible.
Oh cra...
[The rest of this journal was covered in bones and blood.]
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The First Beat The Boss 3 Trollpasta In The Entire World

Yesterday, I got Beat The Boss 3 for my iPhone 5c. I bought the Dancing Cactus, which I had painted "hyper-realistic" lime green. I also got the Shovel, which I had painted with the Canada design. I used these to get their respective achievement. BTW, I I was using my custom boss, which I had made to look like my real-life one ("for the lulz"). That night, my dreams were filled with my boss's screams and the music the cacti made. I woke up arrested, for killing Joseph Jones (my boss) — who was now anti-hyper-realistic somehow — with robotic cacti and a Canadian shovel. The police think I'm insane. I may be: I once had APD (antisocial personality disorder). After I publish this, I will be taken to a mental hospital. But first, a joke, because you won't believe this story anyways. What does a farmer zombie say? Ggrrraaaaaaaiiiiiinnnnsss. Well... goodbye, cruel world... (Note: partially based on a true story. ZOMG)
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Category:TRUE STORY
Category:Hyper-realistic
Category:Suicide
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta