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A Question

Have you ever felt that the world around you does not exist?
That everything seems false? Or that dreams seem more real than the "Reality" we live in?
Everyone has had similar thoughts.
Has it ever passed your mind that we are all in a dream, but we do exist? That we are trapped somewhere and forced to sleep, in an unawake-able process of dreams?
We are trapped in this place until we die, where the people who put us to sleep create a scenario in which we die, and later discard us from the machine they put us to sleep in.
Having extremely sadistic minds, they sometimes create an extremely graphic and horrible scenario of death. They enjoy this, and love to torture people in their dreams.
Each one of the horrible people have their own person to create a life from.
Sometimes, the more twisted of them create a horrible life where the victim is abused, or immediately killed.
Some victims have broken away from this process, and have tried to tell other victims, but they never listen.
They are called "crazy people", "psycopaths", and much more horrible things.
No one can ever reveal the true identity of the people, and all of us are subject to this process.
I'll tell you a secret though, I'm new here, and the person reading this is my victim. Good Luck.
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A Real Ghost Story

Let me introduce myself. My name is John, my mom passed away September 2, 2009 when I was 16 years old.
You know how you can see things out of the corner of your eye? Well, I have had several experiences with that...
The first one I had was at my old Elementary school. I always used to look at the clock, trying to make the time go faster. It was there that it happened. I looked and I swear to you that I saw the clock change from a clock to a circle of fire. The fire was going inwards, like it was either being forced that way or it was looking from below it.
The second was after Christmas. I got one of those Stretch Screamers Slimers. You remember them. There were first generations (Frankensteins Monster, Ghostface, The Mummy, and the Wolfman) You would squeeze some part of their face and a bubble filled with a colored fluid would be forced up. Well later they made Slimers, you fill them up with this colored slime and they'd ooze it out of their eyes and mouth. I had this one that looked like a zombie and for a split second I saw it with pins in it, like s
This last one is held close to me. This happened one day when me and my brother were messing around, back in elementary school and I think it was a weekend when this happened. I chased him outside and he went back in. I saw a young girl, who had to be at least six with black hair and a white gown or a dress appear in the reflection of the screen door before it changed back to someone had deliberately turned it into a pincushion for some reason. Why is this close? When I mentioned it to my older brother and my friend Tammy, and this was a year ago I will remind you, that me and my older brother were moving stuff from his room and we found an old photo album with pictures of my mom. I didn't really get the chance to see them but from what I was told, there was a photography of a girl fitting that description. I swear to you I'm not kidding. If the photo matches the description, I'll upload it. It's creepy that this is brought up, I know its nothing big but it's all I can remember...
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A Ritual That Gives You A Thingiemabober I Guess

Ok, let's get straight to the point. Here's what you'll need:
* A really cute video game (Kirby's Epic Yarn, Chibi Robo! Zip Lash, Tearaway Unfolded, etc.)
* The box of a really creepy video game (Silent Hill, Resident Evil, The Legend Of Zelda: Majora's Mask, etc.)
* A popular movie that you still haven't watched yet (Raiders of the Lost Ark, The Empire Strikes Back, The Lego Movie, etc.)
At this point, you only have to do four things:
# Put the games and the movie in the boxes you bought them in.
# Place the boxes on the ground in such a way that, if you play "connect the dots" with them, you get a triangle.
# Close your eyes for 5 seconds.
# Open your eyes.
There are several possible outcomes at this point:
# One of the three boxes are missing. This might mean that there is a ninja thief or something in your house, and you should probably call the police.
# Nothing has changed. If this happens, I'm guessing that you don't believe that this ritual works (which is understandable).
# You see nothing but black. This means that you did not follow the steps correctly.
# In the middle of the "triangle", there is an emoticon giving you a stare of disapproval. This means that your opinion of cute is an unpopular one, that your opinion of creepy is an unpopular one, and/or you actually have watched that movie before.
# In the middle of the "triangle", there is a new box, with the words "Here's your dang entertainment" written on it.
If you get the fifth result, the box should contain a disc. Put it in your Xbox 360 or Blu-Ray Player or whatever. You'll probably get some freaky results.
If something explodes, put off the rituals for a month or two.
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A Rollercoaster

Derek, my friend, was a rollercoaster FANATIC.
Only he would want to make rollercoasters when we played Mario Goes To The Supermarket For Juice.
Once he told me a tale of horror on a rollercoaster calling 'The Yelling Tree'.
TURN AWAY IF YOU ARE EASILY SPOOKED. THIS IS YOUR FIRST AND ONLY WARNING.
"Don't you think rollercoasters are for babies, Derek?" Mr. Late Leeks asked Derek.
"Oi ya cunt kangaroos n shit" Derek stepped back in pure shock from what had been said.
"Oh, I forgot you're Mr. Australian." Late Leek sassily said like NATE FROM SCHOOL STOP SHOWING PEOPLE MY WATTPAD YOU BITCH
"Talk more ya cheeky cunt!" He yelled.
SPOOK END
My face turned red, I asked if that was a real story.
"OI YEAH IT WAS YA CUNT" Derek responded like an Australian stereotype, even though he visited there to see his grandma in 4th grade one time.
Two can play at this game, I thought.
"How didn't you get spooked?" I asked him.
"EH I DONT KNOW YA CUNT" He screeched kind of like when you stub your little toe on a couch.
"Really? He's upstairs you lying piece of shit." I snarkily said.
"FUCK OFF" Derek was pissed off at me, so I left his house.
U might be thinking, how is this even scary?
Cameron, his brother, texted me right after that.
"Kane pick me up I'm FRE EZIN G".
"Even the stupidest know what happened next..." The man said.
"What, the reader read the first letter of every line?" Susie asked.
"Susie, that's just stupid! Nobody would do that!" Everyone yelled at her BEFORE HYPER REALISTIC BLOOD POURED OUT OF HER
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A Romantic Struggle: Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Love, Deep as the Blue Sea
Sonic the Hedgehog was sitting down in his apartment, resting on his black leather couch, when he heard the doorbell chime. He walked up to the door, curious to see who was there. When he opened the door, however, he was greeted by an orange feline, bearing an all too familiar t-shirt, complete with a red exclamation mark. Sonic realised of his ex-boyfriend's presence and shut the door; however, Bubsy clawed through the door, and demanded to talk about their sexual relationships.
"Why did you abandon me? I was only there to help you." Bubsy sensually stated, his eyes laden with tears and arousal.
"Things change, my orange feline, but you have to accept it. I'm in love with Shadow now." Sonic replied sternly, glaring at the mascot.
"I thought you loved me!" 
"I thought I did too, but you simply weren't my type."
"WHAT DID I DO WRONG?"
"You almost destroyed the universe, but more importantly, you destroyed my heart."
"I didn't mean too. I just wanted to, you know, spice things up."
"You didn't have to spice things up. Everything was fine the way it was."
"I just wanted to feel important though."
"How can you justify selling my chaos emeralds to Dr. Eggman?"
"He gave you them back. Right?"
"Yeah, all but one."
Bubsy's hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, blue box complimented with a silky, red ribbon. He held it up to Sonic, for him to see.
"I used the final one... for this!"
He opened the box to reveal a green wedding ring. Sonic gazed at the handcrafted marvel.
"It's beautiful." Sonic complemented breathlessly.
"Sonic... I... don't know how to explain this to you.... I'm pregnant. Will you marry me?"
"YES! I will marry you!"
Suddenly, Shadow, overhearring the ordeal, stepped in. "Sonic, what you doing with this peasent?"
"Oh, Shadow. This is my new wife, Bubsy. I'm done with you." Sonic stated, his voice sadistically cold.
"You monster. Why did you drag me into this thing called, 'love?'" Shadow weeped and shouted, "Chaos Control!" and vanished into the air.
"I can't believed we're getting married!" Bubsy shouted, as a limo drove over to pick up the lovebirds.
"I can't believe it either." Sonic mumbled, lovestruck.
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A Round Devil

Alredy five months have past,my family and I were hiding in our house.For five months a strange creature was wandering around our town.Who ever came close to the creature it would devour him.The army even came to try and stop it,but it wouldn`t.The creature sucked in the tanks with its mouth. Nothing worked at stopping the beast.During the night, while my family was hiding in the living room,I kept guard for the creature incease it comes.I was paranoid by fear while waiting for the creature to come.All of a sudden I saw a round and pink figure come close to me. I quickly ran inside my house and yelled out "IT`S COMING!!!".My father grabbed a gun and started to shoot at the creature.The creature swallowed the bullets and after started spitting them out.One of the bullets broke through my fathers chest,killing him.My mother told me and my brother to run.Tears started to leak from her eyes.I was starting to get more and more worried.The creature then started to devour my mother. My brother and I started to run. My brother tripped and fell down.The creature came closer twords us.The sun started to raise.When the suns rays hit the creature I saw the last thing I excpected.It was...it was...Kirby.
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A Scary Story

I was trick or treating with my sister and her friend at the edge of town where the scariest houses are, but I wasn't scared so I went to the biggest, scariest house and rang the bell. An old woman with dirty teeth opened the door and said "Instead of candy, how about you little lambs come inside and I'll tell you a scary story" because we were all dressed as lambs. We go inside and I can see that she is 100 years old because she has an original PlayStation and phonebook. We all sit her couch and she tells her scary story.
When I was a girl my father never let us play in the scary attic. There was a pull-down door that we couldn't reach. He didn't mind if we played in the cellar with his mummies and spellbooks, but the attic was just like no fuckin way. One day with my sister and her friend we all heard a spooky noise from the attic and wanted to see so we go on each other's shoulders to reach the pull-down door but dad caught us and said "What did I tell you about the spooky attic!" He scolded us and said "Do you want to know why you can't go up there to play with my Portal to the Dæmon Rěilm, you little assholes" because we were kinda asshole kids. So we sat on the couch to hear his scary story.
When I was a boy, I lived here along my depressed mother. She was always depressed and it was really sad, but I didn't care because the house was full of ghosts. Some of the ghosts were nice, but some were spooky jerks. Once when I walked through the hallway, the attic door dropped on my head and nearly knocked me out but a rush of cold air blew out and one of the spooky jerks was laughing because he made the door fall on my head and he was a jerk. Then the ghost possessed my sister's friend and she said, "I've haunted this house for 100 years keeping the secret of the spooky attic and I'll tell it to you so you'll be scared!" The ghost told her story.
When I was a girl, my parents built a big brand new house with all the cash they got selling gold to kings. When it was ready they threw a big party for all the important people in town and even James Caan showed up and this was right after Godfather so everyone was really impressed. James Caan had a few drinks then started making out with my sister's friend so we decided to leave and go hide in the attic until the party was over. The attic was filled with dusty old junk that hadn't been touched in 100 years and the biggest thing in the middle of the room was a giant wood-framed mirror draped with sackcloth. Do you know what sackcloth is?
"No" said the girl. "Do you?"
"No" said the boy. "Do you?"
"No" I said. "When is the scary part?"
She gave a scary smile and said "You've been listening to this story for 100 years and everyone you love died and turned into skellingtons!"
We screamed and ran home screaming, but it was too late.
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A Secret of Bloody Mary and Mirrors

You know, there's a secret I could tell you. It's a bit dangerous, but hey, danger is fun, right? Okay, okay, relax. I'll just tell you the secret. Bloody Mary exists in all mirrors at once. There's a Bloody Mary in each mirror.
Why am I telling you this? Because, if you place two mirrors together, facing each other, about 3–4 feet across... They're thousands of mirrors reflected in both of the mirrors, correct? Good. Now follow the procedure of calling upon Bloody Mary. As soon as you successfully summon her, duck and move out of the frames of the mirrors. Do you remember what I said earlier, about all the Bloody Marys and mirrors?
If done correctly, they will kill each other, and you will have Bloody Mary free mirrors. But why anyone would do this is beyond me, as Bloody Mary doesn't even exist.
Just a thought, what if the mirrors were too far apart, and Bloody Mary existed?
Oh dear.
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A Serial Killer's Poem

You think all is good and well but, let me tell you something that will make you dwell.
I watch you as you sleep every night, please don't be frightened.
Or I'll have to introduce your family to the good ol' knifing.
My name is sickly known like the common cold.
I love hearing my victims scream NO!
But, if you agree to let me watch all is well.
But, if you don't welcome to hell.
For your last words will be No.
And your corpse will be cold.
You may ask "why you would do this you bastard?"
Because I am a serial killer!
And I love hearing my victims whimper.
As my rusty knife cuts into their veins and arteries.
They will always be a part of me.
Forever in my memories.
As they lay down dead like an enemy of the state.
These are my last words as they bake.
Me in the fryer and I am no liar.
I will tell them that killing is my passion.
Because, I like putting bastards in caskets.
WIth no remorse, because I'm a manic.
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A Series of Scary Events

Ghosts and monsters. Harry when he was little had a dream that he had relatives from China. His Auntie and his Uncle and their dog. A husky that was always smiling. His Uncle worked as a postman. One halloween night his Uncle was on his rounds and the dog came with him. They got to a man's house at midnight. He put the letter through the door, the door opened, a man was there, he pulled the postman and the dog in the house. There was a low screem as if someone had been stabbed and a noise and then a howl as if the dog has been electrocuted. That night his went missing and so did the dog! When Harry woke up he was sweating, he was sweating blood. 5 years later on the exact same day. Harry was walking round the school playground screaming SMILE DOG and his face was purple. I even saw. His friend Caitlin had every time she woke up seen a women dressed in black with 10 children in white clothes. Everytime she sees this she runs away and screems. Her best friend India was one day walking past a tree and got grabbed in and she hears the same words everytime "SLENDER MAN, LISTEN AND YOU WON'T BE HARMED!" and then is sleeping next to the woods an hour after. Finally ther is Daniel, he loves ghost stories but one night he was found sleeping outside and he had glaring red eyes. Now he does not believe any of these and everytime somone mentions a ghost storie his eyes turn red...
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A Sheet of Paper That Says...

Forsooth, the convincing nature of this event has left me puzzled for a long time. Was it not the medications I've swallowed that caused me to see things from my vision? No. All has been confirmed to be truthful.
Once I went to the kitchen, I glanced at my fridge and saw something. It was rather peculiar, almost startling to me; a sheet of paper that says "Boogidyboo" lied on the metallic center of the fridge, stamped onto the steel with a black magnet.
I had no choice but to leave. Something disastrous could occur by the moment I saw that sheet. And all that happened was my graceful body, decomposing itself into a skeleton. Oh, dear, sorrowing me. All I'm left with is the clingy, rough textures of the bones, almost lifeless, but animated. It was all I am.
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A Short Poem from the Chick-o-Nomicon

Little Jeb Fry cut the chicken pot pie.
A chicken popped out and with a cry
Summoned the chicken god Cluckulhu
From beyond the sky.
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A Simple Ritual

It was a simple ritual. I found it on the dark web after days and days of searching. It was supposed to help bring back dead loved ones.
Step One: Prepare a bucket of chicken blood.
Step Two: Arrange a ring of white rose pedals around the bucket. They MUST be from white roses. Regular roses will not work.
Step Three: Light a candle in the room. Turn off all electric lights in your house.
Step Four: Cut Your Dick Off
Step Five: Set down in front of the bucket Indian-style and close your eyes. Recite the name of the dead loved one you want to bring back to life and picture their face. After that, do not reopen your eyes until you count to one hundred.
I did the ritual and it didn't work. I am now wondering if someone just posted a ritual requiring you to cut your dick off for fun. I kind of regret it.
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A Skyrim Creepypasta

Do you know the game Skyrim? It's an awesome RPG, where you can explore dungeons, mountains, and more. You are playing as a hero called Dovahkiin or Dragonborn.
So, I played Skyrim yesterday. I bought a house in Solitude. I decided to decorate my house. I entered my house and noticed something. There was a mannequin next to me. I looked at him and noticed something again. The mannequin had no hands. I thought it was a glitch. I decided to go to sleep. After 6 hours I woke up. The mannequin stood in front of me. I was fucking scared. The mannequin had a freaky face. He grinned at me. I took my daedric sword and beat him a few times. I left the freaking house, but what I saw next, scared me a lot. Everyone was dead. All the guards and civilians were dead. It was night and I heard a whisper. I turned around and saw the fucking mannequin. He had red eyes. He started to attack me. I tried to kill him with my daedric sword, but he was too strong. I had enough and turned off my PS3. I searched "Skyrim mannequins" on the Internet and this is what I found: 
There used to be a video here, but it appears to have been deleted.
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A Slender Theory

You are familiar with the notorious Slender Man, aye? Well here is my theory on my studies but before that, let me introduce myself, in case the Slender Man takes me and cuts this page off the wikia.
The Slender Man, a tall and faceless man with a thousand limbs or tentacles as others call it. They have been comparing and describing similar mythical creatures to him. What really gave me an idea who or what the Slender Man is that Black Suit.
A suit seemingly familiar of that of the Men in Black. I thought that the USA Government might have sent a Man to do a job, a special job to secure an alien specie that landed on Earth unnoticed and the "alien" took advantage of the human host and took his body, consuming him and used his body.
You may have been wondering how about the old stories back in the hundreds? Maybe the same specie of Alien landed and took a man coincidentally in black or the creature just likes dark colors.
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A Soothing Ritual

If you're looking for horror you're in the wrong place. If you're looking for reality your exactly where you should be. This isn't going to be neither a story about a man in a suit watching me nor a story about me getting attacked with a rake. Matter of fact this isn't even story, this is a question and a ritual for you the reader. It's a simple question and ritual, doesn't require much effort to do or answer. I think it's something that we should all ask ourselves and do every now and then.
The question is have you ever truly lived in a moment you were in? I mean "truly" lived the moment, not thinking about what you're going to do later, what you just did, or why the guy next door never mows his lawn. Just realizing that you're in a moment that will never be again.
Don't worry about your college paper that's due tomorrow, don't worry about what you're going to have for diner, don't worry about what you're going to wear to your friend's birthday, don't worry about a thing, let your troubles flow away. Just take a deep breath, close your eyes for a second, let your mind go blank, don't worry about anything, don't think about anything and relax for a second.
Now open up your eyes try to keep your mind blank, look around you, and live the moment you're in.
Because this moment in time will never be again.
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