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The Shop with No Cash

I WENT TO MY LOCAL SUPERMARKET TO BUY SOME ITEMS. I PICKED UP A PACKET OF CABLE TIES AND A NUMBER OF OTHER THINGS. AT THE CASHIER, THE MAN THERE WAS WHITE. HE WAS A GHOST, ACTUALLY, BOO! HE SAID "WOOO THAT WILL BE TWENTY TWO DOLLARS WOOO!" SO I FREAKED OUT AND HANDED HIM A FIFTY DOLLAR NOTE. BUT HE SAID "I HAVE NO CASH YOU ARE GOING TO GO NOW BECAUSE I'M SPOOKY" AND I LOOK IN SHOCK! THEN HE RAISES HIS TERRIFYING ARMS AND YELLS "WOOOO!" AND I DROP MY CABLE TIES AND RUN OUT OF THE SHOP SCREAMING.
I'M NOW IN REHABILITATION BECAUSE I GOT PTSD FROM THAT GHOST IT WAS SO SCARY. LEARN THIS LESSON: IF YOU SEE GHOST JUST RUN DON'T TRY TO TALK TO IT OR IT WILL BOO YOU
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The Show

One day, I stayed up extremely late at night watching YouTube videos. I was watching the old 1996 Latibær play on my television, when I decided to turn it off, as I was very tired. But when I tried to turn it off, Sportacus suddenly came on the screen. I went up to the TV, continuously begging to turn it off. I turned away from the TV, when I suddenly felt a hand poke my back. I turned back towards the TV, and my heart sank. Sportacus was alive in the TV, he was physically interacting with me. I slowly backed away, "No," I said, "that's not possible. It can't be, it shouldn't be". What he did next would haunt me for the rest of my life. Sportacus reached out one arm, then another. He then grabbed onto the stand of which my TV was on. He leaned foward; his head came out first. And before I knew it, he left the screen and was now in my living room. I screamed in fear, but he stopped me. I wasn't necessarily afraid of him, but the fact that he just did the impossible. Sportacus then slapped me. "Ow," I mumbled, "what was that for?" He put his face up to my ear. "You need to eat healthier, you fat fuck" Sportacus then flipped back into the TV. I quickly turned it off, and something like this has never happened again. Isn't that right, Glanni? The end﻿
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The Shrekleration of Independence

We, the undersigned, believe that Shrek, the beloved green ogre from the DreamWorks animated film series, is a truly attractive being. Despite his unconventional appearance and gruff demeanor, Shrek exudes a raw, rugged charm that is impossible to resist.
First and foremost, Shrek's physical appearance is undeniably attractive. His muscular build and imposing stature give him an air of strength and masculinity, while his luscious green fur and piercing blue eyes are undeniably alluring.
But Shrek's attractiveness goes far beyond his physical appearance. He is a complex, multifaceted character who possesses a unique combination of intelligence, wit, and emotional depth. He is a hero who fights for what he believes in, and he is not afraid to stand up for the little guy.
Shrek also has a playful, mischievous side that adds to his charm. He is not afraid to let his hair down and have a good time, and his sense of humor is both sharp and endearing.
Furthermore, Shrek is a true romantic at heart. Despite his gruff exterior, he is capable of great love and devotion, as evidenced by his enduring relationship with Princess Fiona.
In short, Shrek is the epitome of attractiveness. He is strong, intelligent, funny, and loving, and he continues to inspire and charm audiences around the world. We, the undersigned, proudly declare our admiration for this lovable green ogre, and we stand firm in our belief that Shrek is truly attractive.
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The Siamese Cat

I was walking down the street one day and there was a lone Siamese cat. It was skinnier than an anorexic woman. So I put the cat in the back of my car and took it home to feed it. It ate three bowls of cat food and drank two bowls of water. I kept it until it was healthy again. After it recovered, I petted it and put it outside. It turned around and I saw the worst thing ever.
I will never forget that horrid look. Its eyes were completely black and coming from its eyes were bloody pools. The red puddle it left could've filled a bathtub. It let out a ear-piercing screech that was so loud, my ears seemed as if they'd never stop ringing. It ran away, faster than any other cat or human I've ever seen. I've not seen it again, since. I hope I never do.
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The Side Road Wendigo

Back in 1942 most people know about the horrible people in this time, this man lived and he was a very good hunter he had a very toxic relationship. He and his wife of 4 years did not get along at all. His first son's tenth birthday he did not show up. Thats because he was having a very violent fight with his wife. The fight got so violent he said to her enraged I WANT A DIVORCE AS SOON AS THE FIRST NIGHT COMES WE ARE NOT MARRIED I WILL KILL YOU IN YOUR SLEEP! And as the first night they were divorced he killed his ex wife in her sleep. Now the hunter was wanted by the police so he lived a life on the run. The hunter was hunting in the middle of world war 2 next to where the Nazis were fighting the Americans. When he killed a huge Deer he went out of the stand to go get the deer a Nazi shot and hurt him. When he fell to the ground but the deers antlers impaled his head and he died immediately. The Americans new he was wanted by the police so they burried him in a manure pile. The day he died was May 25th. Every year he rises from the pile on that day to kill German soldiers to return the favor of killing. But when he comes back you see that he merged with the deer and became a wendigo. The Side Road Wendigo...
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The Sigma (Copypasta)

People these days do not know what it really means to be The Sigma. I can't help but notice how many people have lost themselves in sigma grindset to the point where I can no longer say that I am Sigma and that I am proud to be one, because I don't want to be mistaken as some random fool online that has lost himself because of the liberal propaganda like you. I will try not to insult your intelegence with my explenation but have in mind that The Sigmas are a very complex topic. I will start with explaining where you were wrong in your comment...
See when you said "It's the sad world we live in" you have automatically broken the first rule of Sigmas (we never let peoples opinions get to us). See friend even though what you said was true you STILL let them get to your feelings. Feelings of The Sigma are nonexistent. We keep them safe, so people can't take advantage of us... Real sigma shows only 5% of his feelings to the public and 10% to his desired female companion. You are not worthy of wearing a Patrick Bateman profile picture if you can't keep your feelings to yourself, so you might want to change the pfp until you learn the basics. This was an obvious attempt to make the real men angry. Betas cheering for this immoral behaviour of someones future wife. Disgusting.
Just for the future occasions be aware that true Sigmas are lone wolves. Not bothered by opinions of sheep. When someone knocs on ur door DON'T MOVE. You need to wait a bit first for sheep to be aware that The Sigma doesn't care a single bit about them. Also when you are answering your phone you CAN NOT pick up right away... 5 second wait is ideal... It keeps the sheep in their place. When it comes to acquiring females, I can not coach you much because I have just started exploring their habitat and didn't have much luck finding any interested females because of my height, Hovever I can tell you my mistakes so you don't repeat them. DO NOT fall into the rizz rabbithole. I trained my "rizz" to maybe increase my chances but no luck. At first I thought that maybe that wasn't enough and my sheep friends told me that because of my genes (I'm part black lol) I could easily train my lightskin stare and charm some of the females. I trained my lightskin stare and I only got made fun of by my sheep school and my sheep friends. Please don't ask people in your life for advice because it leads to no female profit. If you are interested you can send me your e-mail where I can send you couple of podcasts where people that have real experience on the dating markets talk and reveal the laws of said markets.
Stay safe friend! Sigmas out.
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Category:Satire
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The Silence

Entry 1:
Test Subject #17872 has been acting stranger then usual. Yes, even though he is a Hybrid- he doesn't think so. He has been jumping around acting like well... An ape. We interbred his DNA with that of a gorilla's when his mother was pregnant. Yes, it may have been risky for her and him , but she was unaware that she was pregnant and she was unconscious during labor- and now, there is a new creature known to Science.
And it's called Demonio Simios .
-Anjuli
Entry 2:
The... man has been screeching more. He keeps calling my name. Like... he knows me. It is a little unnatural... But I suppose it is no big deal.... Anyways, we are working on a new hybrid- agulia lobo. It is a mix between a Eagle and a Wolf. Hope it turns out well.
-Anjuli
Entry 3:
He hasn't been eating for days. He isn't sleeping either. His sits there staring at me with a hollow look in his eyes. Like he has feelings. Like he is lonely. We have been discussing killing him. But whenever we do he screeches like he can hear us. I would have to kill him.
-Anjuli
Entry 4:
He still hasn't ate. He found a rock and is sharpening it. I have no idea why though. He shrieks whenever the caretakers of the hybrids come near it, and he shakes it wildly. Like... he is warning them...
-Anjuli
Entry 5:
He. Is. Gone. I have no idea where he is. I have searched the exhibit myself. No trace. I must admit. He scares me a little. They... Told... Me... I-I am his mother.
-Anjuli
Entry 6:
Writing has been found in his room-
For my mommy:
Once you die,
Once shall I,
Never giving up,
You will die,
Never shall I,
Until your time is up-
Love you lots mommy.
I am quitting tomorrow.
-Anjuli
Entry 7:
He is haunting my dreams, screeching, whispering, calling my name. My hands are trembling. 
HE IS TALKING TO ME RIGHT NOW!
YES. YES I AM SCARED. LEAVE ME NOW! PLEASE!
GO AWA
They try to kill me. They will die. She is dead. She didn't learn good. You. You, are next.
-Guess.
He gave a shriek as he smashed her head with his fist. Her neck gave a SNAP! and broke. Slowly, he peeled her skin off; Piece by piece. Every layer. Blood soaked out. He licked it up. "Love you, mommy." He said. He grabbed some of her entrails and led a trail of them out of the building.
They never made another hybrid.
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The Silent War

In the Silent War, no one went into battle, no shots were fired, no missiles were launched. No congress declared war on the enemy. There were many wounded and quite a few dead though nobody knew what happened until it was all over. All the papers reported the wrong facts (a virus set into their database).
The television was tuned to a morphed image of the Great Leader gibbering about his sex life and making obscene gestures with a hand that was not really there. Whenever he spoke into the radio, a keyboard faraway rendered his words into repetitive verses in Pig Latin.
The Internet (now called by a different name) was also affected. Broad bands of jabbering chimpanzees buggering each other filled palm sets across the land. Languages not known to man (save for a faithful, fighting hack or two) spoke into telephones (that yet archaic device), demanding surrender from the most powerless. All as the populace howled insanely and ran for cover.
Our country returned fire as best it could. Logic bombs were let loose into the enemy's war-shield high above in space and for a time spammers ruled the realm. But all that did was cause laughter among the hackers as they set about raiding the accounts of old Bill Gates and his thoughtful minions. The army gathered together in its hideaway, preparing its Sender for an attack into the minds of many. But the lawyers held for all, filing brief after brief in support of international norms (never mind that the United Nations was now an interim memory). As the enemy gave code into the networks. Felling the power grids and life support systems of every hospital in the nation.
When the bits and bytes of countless raids settled, all that was left was a few armed campfires full of hobos sharing some distant memory. The world could begin again.
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The Silhouette of My Cat Crossed My Path in the Darkness

...but my cat's been dead for two years!
Argh!
EDIT:
Update: it was my neighbour's cat. Turns out I forgot to close the bathroom window!
EDIT 2:
Just spoke to my neighbour... turns out my neighbour's cat died THREE YEARS AGO!
SO WHO WAS CAT?
EDIT 3:
Wow, when I first posted my totally true and spoopy story I never really thought it would blow up like this! Thanks for the Reddit gold/platinum/silver/garlic kind strangers! And thanks for the IM... I sure will stay safe!
EDIT 4:
Just got a call from David Benioff! Him and the other guy have invited me to be the lead writer on a GoT prequel! Couldn't have done it without you guys, thanks a million! Also just got publishing contract. Yay!
EDIT 5:
Hi, this is ghost cat. Just killed OP. Coming for everyone who sees this next.
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The Silver Van

It was just a normal day at lunch. Me and my friend were talking when one of the girls interrupted us. I was wondering what was going on, I asked my friend, he said, "oh, I forgot to tell you man I never told you about the story The Silver Van my cousin saw a guy outside carrying a body they say the cops around the school still keep an eye out for him." I asked why the girl interrupted us, he said because "she saw a silver van outside with the exact same license plate."
We started the look out for silver van, We Saw A LOT! But the we saw one with the same silver, it was a van, and it had the same license plate. Some of the girls pulled us away from the fence in the school yard but we didn't care. We just kept watching until a teacher pulled us off the gate. We still watched in horror as it drove by though we weren't sure if it was the exact license plate because it drove to fast.
Then we saw a police car start driving by, and now I was screaming "yes!" Even thought some of the girls were screaming, then a girl walked behind me crying. And then recess ended.
We were in line already when one of the girls finished writing there will that they love there dog.
But then when we were walking back to the school. A Silver Car Drove By.
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The Simpson: A life well wasted

Having finally had enough of the Simpsons' shenanigans, Flanders snapped and formulated a plan to get rid of them once and for all. As Homer was out at Moe's Tavern one night, Flanders broke into the Simpson household and kidnapped Marge, Bart, Lisa and Maggie who still remain missing to this day and have most likely been murdered. Their bodies never found. He then removed the evidence and made it look like the family had left the house. A few days went by and Homer started to notice the rest of his family didn't return. After asking around the citizens of Springfield as to the whereabouts of his family, Homer received little to no answers. He eventually decided to ask his neighbor, Flanders. With a straight face and looking at the Simpson right at the eyes, he said...
"They're gone, Homer. They left you behind. Simply put. You could no longer provide for them."
Homer refused to believe this lie, but Flanders used Homer's simple mindedness and naivety to his advantage, making him accept this "truth". Subtly making him realize that his life was a waste Filled with sadness, despair and heartbreak, Homer ran into the house crying and proceeded to over-eat and drink before he passed away the next morning. Upon hearing the news of the death of nis neighbor, Flanders smiled... for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
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The Simpsons: Bart's Death

Some Of You Know I LOVE The Simpsons. I Merch Toys DVDS And T Shirts. Well Today I Am Going To Tell You Lost Episode Of The Simpsons Which Is FAKE. So Lets Move On To The Story So We're We Go.
So The Episode Started. It Had The Normal Song For The Simpsons. Then Cuts To Episode's Opening. Bart Says. Milhouse Want To Go To The Kwik E Mart. Milhouse Says. Yes Bart. While Bart Walks Over Mr. Burns Runs Over Bart. Milhouse Screams. Bart! Are You Okay. Bart Says Yes Mil Then Cuts To Death. Milhouse Cries. Why I Did Mr. Burns Knock Down Bart. Milhouse Cries Again. I Am Going To Barts Funreal. Milhouse Cries Once Again. The Funreal Starts. Reverland Lovejoy Starts Saying. Good Morning Church. We Have Some To Say About Bart Today. Would Anybody Like To Say Something. Yes Homer Cries. Okay Homer. Well Bart Was A Good Boy. We Made Us Proud. We Made Us Beautiful Gifts. I Miss Him So Much! Homer Cries. Well Bart Was A Good Boy Marge Says. Bart Always Helped Me Clean Up The House I Miss Him Too! Marge Cries. Bart Was Good Older Brother. I Remember Us Having Good Memories Together. I Miss Him So Much! Lisa Cries. Then Cuts To Mr Burns. Everybody Is WRONG! BART Was A BAD BOY We Hit Me In The Face. Spraypainted My Car. And Break My Window. He Deserves To Die. Whole Church Shocked. Then A Few Days Later Bart Goes To The Staircase Of Heaven. While Going Up Bart Falls And Then Goes To Hell.
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The Simpsons: Blacked Out

I was an big The Simpsons Tapped Out fan as kid but not anymore, because something very bad happened. I remember it very good and i will also tell you what happened. This is 100% True.
It was early 2012. Tapped Out just got published and i was one of those, who started right after the game came out. I founded out the game very cool and because i was huge Simpsons fan, i really loved making own Springfield a lot, until the horrible things start happening.
I was on level 18, when the update came which i was really excited of. The update, where you can add other people as your friends and check their towns! I was really excited of it and i noticed i got one friend reguest already. It was by satan666. 
I added him and the most horrible thing started from there. I sended Homer to an mission to Clean Out Springfield. and after he did it, he looked very depressed and he had bloody red eyes. When i touched him, he said:Cmon. Dont let me to work. Please. I beg u. 
I putted him to clean an another trash and he got more horrible by every second, after he was done i touched him again. He said:This is destroying me. Dont put me clean anymore trash, please! 
I putted him to clean an another debris:Then he started screaming out loud with so horrible voice. I speeded it up with donuts because i didnt really want to hear that much.
Then Homer Said:Black out! with really creepy low pitch voice and my whole tablet turned off.
I turned it back on and i choosed TSTO. The background was like the original but it was red and there was no Homer. Also the background wobbled a lot.
When i got into the game, it was red and blood was on the screen. There was no people in the town, until i come to the Simpsons House. Everyone was lying dead on the ground and blood started flowing to my screen. Then very loud screaming started coming and TSTO closed.
I noticed my TSTO was posessed. I opened it again and it didnt work. Third time i opened it and it said on bloody letters and it said THe SiMpSoNs BlAcKeD OuT! Title screen was pure empty. 
When i got to the game, my friend helped me in the town and i clicked the building he helped. The building was an orange house that was glitching very badly.
Then all lights from my  room closed. A hyperrealistic devil came to my room and he killed me.
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The Simpsons: Don't Watch Alone!

The Simpsons. A loving cartoon family, which everyone around the world knows. Hell, even in countries without television, they recognize Simpsons catchphrases. You just gotta say, "Cow-A-Bonga dude!" or one of Homer's many D'ohs. And voila, people recognize it from The Simpsons. But what about me, what about Monty Burns? I was the bad guy, oh sure, maybe in a couple of seasons, the villain. But then they made me soft over the years, they wrote me into an inescapable pushover role. Then one day, rather recently, I snapped, killing little Bart with my bare hands. No more would I be subjected to his ridiculous shenanigans. But something happened... After I let that badly drawn blood flow on me, I became more real, like the ones who make us, the artists, the voice actors, the directors, etc. I liked being real, well, or at least, closer to real.
So when the time came, I did something I've wanted to do almost as much as I wanted to kill Bart. I sawed in half, that terrorist Apu. Yes, no one will be "Coming again" to that blemish of a Quick-E-Mart store. And again I was made more real. I could breath, I could feel my heart beat. Hell, I can even smell. And this town smells terrible.
Just one more kill would probably do. So I left the fictional town of Springfield, and now... Well... And now, I just need some more blood. And that's where YOU come in...
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