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Shadow The Hedgehog - Demonic Sonic Boss Battle

Sonic was my gem favorite gaming series; I'd play old games like Sonic 1 Or the newer games like Generations, Unleashed Or Any Sonic Game On The DS. The One Character And Game I played A Lot Was Shadow The Hedgehog From his Game Shadow The Hedgehog. He Was My Favorite Character To Play When I would Finish School. Anyway, SEGA now a Days Would release Rat-Crap Pretty Much Every Which Way:
I was on YouTube Listening to Crush-40 when my Inbox had a message from Ebay where someone had a copy of Shadow The Hedgehog And a mint copy of Sonic Unleashed For Xbox 360. I send my bet for the greatest price of 10$ and I was claimed the "highest bidder" I got the bet in and my package was sent instantly. About 2 Minuets later (yes I counted It), It arrived the mailbox as I opened the package; I noticed the REALLY Mint condition of Sonic Unleashed, I placed Sonic Unleashed in my Xbox 360 Collection Stack and Opened Shadow The Hedgehog For GameCube. The Disk Was Different because the cover was Perfect But The Disk was different. It showed Crimson Red And Black Like So Dark that it reminded me of charred BBQ look.
I opened my GameCube And inserted the disk in And...Nothing..."What On Earth!?" I asked. I reset the GameCube And...Nothing..."Are You Kidding Me?!" I asked In anger. I reset one more time and It showed the logos and the intro. When I got to Level 1, Things went Downhill; I moved my character to the running section. The Original had sonic but in this one, It showed..Rouge? she Said "Don't Worry, We'll get Them!" Get who? I thought; It showed a cut scene with shadow approching a final boss..It was sonic, his fur was wild, His Eyes Were Demonic Red/Black And His Outfit Was a Twisted version Of Sonic Unleashed The Werehog Form. I defeated him and..It crashed my GameCube..Literally..Suddenly, The Gamecube Set On Fire As I sprayed Water At The GameCube. I grabbed the remains and threw it in the trash..now I send a message to SEGA and Jay White (Sonic) And Asked who made that copy...nothing...Well, Just As Long As I'm safe..I won't play it again...Next Time, I'll check out Sonic Unleashed..someday
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Category:English Class Failure
Shadow the Demon

Alright everybody I'm thatshadydude you don't know me yet but you soon will I want to tell you of what happened to me a month ago this will be log one as these will be pretty long I guess I should start off with the start a few years ago I studied under a ancient man in Japan (who's name I shall not give) he taught me the arts of ninjutsu.
along with my brother but my brother was evil at heart and I knew it I told sensai this and he agreed to stop teaching him he grew angry over this and killed sensai I am old at 57 I can't do much more fighting I was visited by my brother last month and it was as suspected he was evil over the past 30 years he has ran a hitman business of assain ninjas that he has trained they dress akatsuki (me and my bro liked naruto as kids that's why we learned ninjutsu) they wear devil eye contacts and have no fingerprints they also die and cut there hair a lot.
anyway I am warning you right now stay from them if you see them but it doesn't matter ways as you well already be dead.
he is their leader now and he goes by the name shadow well back to matters he visited me with a buisness proposal he wants me to join his business but I am good and would never do that he uses kunais as throwing knives, smoke grenades, he has a sword on his back and constantly wears his devil contacts as his eyes are bad.
if you see this man leave town leave the country to as soon as y'all see each others eyes he will eventually kill you for the fun of it he makes tons of money and is raising to the top of the underground well that is all I can say for now as I won't rat out my brothers location plus I'm kinda ranting I will continue adding onto this page as I feel like it please don't delete it admins I must admit this is not a creepy pasta this is real I am telling you this to warn you who knows maybe the admins will be his next target
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Shadows

I was home alone for the day, and peacefully sitting upon the porcelain throne, when I noticed a shadow under the door
It looked like a cat or person walking in front of the bathroom, no big deal. Then I remembered that I'm home alone and we don't have pets!
I was so scared that I shat, which is super convenient because I've been constipated. Anyway, I finished up and slowly opened the bathroom door, peeking my head out
Then a ghost jammed a fork in my eye and wrenched it out. "OW THAT HURT!" I shrieked.
"Oh, sorry," the ghost replied. "I thought you were the rare and stealthy Toilet Ghoul. Here." He shoved my eye back into the socket. I could see again! Wowza! "Do you MIND?" the ghost sneered, pushing past me into the bathroom. It slammed the door and then I heard the water running
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Shadows in the Night

It all happened on a calm and relaxed Friday night.
My parents went on a date, so I took advantage of it and watched two horror movies that night.
When it was bed time, I was so scared that I thought I couldn't sleep, but those movies were fake, so I obviously had nothing to worry about.
When I finally fell asleep, I heard a weird voice coming from my bedroom. I woke up and heard the voice saying: "We are here. We're waiting for you 'til you're ready".
I looked around my bedroom and saw lots of weird shadow-like creatures moving around me. It was creepy and disturbing.
Those things were dancing around me and I was shocked. "What do you want from me?" I asked them. One of them said "We will be monitoring you 'til the day you are ready to come with us." It was so scary and creepy. There were lots of shadows in my bedroom.
Suddenly, I felt strange and fell asleep. I woke up, thinking it was all a dream. I went to the bathroom and saw a message in the mirror that freaked me out. It said "We are waiting for you." and was written in dust. Since that day, each Friday the 13th, a new shadow appears in my bedroom.
And I'm still waiting for them to come and get me.
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Shakespearean Sonnet - Among Us Edition

You Make Me Sus ඞ
Shall I compare you to the imposter?
You are as tricky and as elusive,
Yet none more deserving of a true lover;
My love for you is surely conclusive,
No lies or sabotage could change my mind;
You are my oxygen, heart's reactor,
Even space's vacuum can't contain my love's blind;
I will willingly ignore all the factor,
Give up my tasks and the cremates I've known,
Just to be with you, my own imposter.
"Traitor!" They called, "You'd be reduced to bone!"
But since I gazed 'pon you, only love foster;
My googles fogged up, this love's infectious,
But to me, you'd never be suspicious.
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Shampoo Foam Nihilism

I was only twenty years old. I was in my bathroom, taking a shower, then my mom asked if I was using shampoo. I said yes, but little did she know that I was covering my entire penis in foam; ohoho I was making it all white and dressing it with hats and jackets of that tripartite matter state, made out of cleansing agent, water and some movement. 
But, why? you may be wondering...
Well, if life is just a dot on the infinite, just a lash in the universe's eyes; if my existence won't have any repercussions on the course of things, if everything we know and love is meaningless, then how does it matter to be doing "important things" with our lives, when we can just live happily; doing seemingly dumb things, like covering our penises in shampoo foam? 
So, there I was, hiding in the backwaters of existence, squatting on the bathroom of being, and enjoying the universe – that one part of it that has my name.
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Shape of You

I don't like the song shape of you because for some reason it makes me uncomfortable to imagine Ed Sheehan having sex. Not that he's that ugly or anything.
I mean he's not NOT ugly, but there are people uglier than him that I would be less uncomfortable imaging them have sex.
Like Shrek.
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She's Watching Me

It all started a few years ago, when I became an EMT and started working for one of the local ambulance services. Everything was great, I made good friends, and I loved my job. Then, we got the call. It came out as a standard nine-echo: that's a dead body, transfer to the meat locker. Total eye roll. Ah the joys of working for a private ambulance service. Or that's what we thought.
We never visually ID the bodies on pickup. Instead, we let the nurses at the hospital load a black-bagged body into the rig, and then drive away. So we pull up to the morgue out on the rez (the stiff was Native American) and the security guy opens the gate. We watched as what appeared to be a little old lady walk out through the open gate and wave at us as she went. That's odd, we thought, that there would be anyone like that here. Especially at this time of night. But whatever, we thought, and pulled up to the doors.
The attendant came out, greeted us, and we hung around to bullshit for a few minutes. Pull the body out, roll the gurney over to the fridge. . . Yada yada. Yawn. And then he unzips the bag to check the ID tags. It was the little old lady.
So my partner and I geek out about it once we're on our way, laughing nervously. We thought that was the end of it. Oh no. Not even close.
Every time I've had to work a code since, the little old lady is there, watching me, judging me, silently standing by. I don't know why. I can't figure it out. It's not like I killed her. Or fucked up and let her die. Wasn't even in the vicinity. And it scares the shit out of me. Nobody else notices her. Except my partner. He sees her too.
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She Is There

When I was younger I had nightmares of this old lady. She always seemed menacing, even when she acted kind. It was always the same formula, fall for her kindness, get chased. She usually acted nice, until she went into the kitchen to get cookies.
She was very typical-looking for an evil grandmother: long fingernails, grey hair, bloodshot eyes, black dress with a white collar, a bonnet and she had a very ominous voice. One night, I could swear she was watching me with those calculating eyes.
One day I told a parent, and it got worse. She started to become more aggressive. She usually scratched me. One day, I found scratch marks on my wrists, I then started getting the dreams in day time. My mom made me go to multiple psychiatrics. As I went to each one, my nightmares became more vivid to the point where I obtained insomnia. Yet, it still found a way and the fucking dream still got to me.
I was on the verge of insanity. My mentality got worse and I started to see her almost everywhere I went. This is my last summary before I end this all.
Goodbye, family.
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She Never Came to Work

In my modest 513 years of existence in this world this is by far the spookiest thing that I have encountered.
I was at work making a cup of warm blood and noticed the mail room lady was not at her desk. I mentioned it to a co-worker and he smirked and said "Maybe she is just DEAD TIRED" and then winked at me.
I was confused because I did not get the joke.
Later that day we found out she was murdered in her pajamas at night that last night yesterday after the evening when it was very dark already and she had gone to sleep. Never woke up because of the murderer that killed her.
Is my co-worker something more than one of us??? Is he a murderer????!!!!!!!11!!11oen!!??one!1!!
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Category:Satire
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Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
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She Was Killed

It's only been a few hours since my sister, Linda, got killed. I'm not over it. Not at all. An old lady, whom I believe just moved to the neighbourhood recently, is carrying food over to my house and I'm thankful that she's helping me get over my loss.
A knock on my door. It's the kind lady again. I want to ask her about some cooking tips since the broth was so good, but then...
"Please, sweetie, forget. Your sister is dead."
I'm shocked at the woman's attitude. Her eyes glare sternly at me.
"I...I was just going to ask you about the broth. I can handle it on my own, thank you very much." I clear my throat angrily.
Despite my own tone, her pale blue eyes immediately soften into kindness.
"Oh, dear, I'm sorry for my behavior. It just pains me to see others in pain, that's all." Her voice trembles a little. Oh, I couldn't possibly be mad at her.
"Do you...do you need any help?" the lady asks after a moment.
"I just want some cooking tips. I feel like I should start getting into an activity again. You know, moving on." A nervous chuckle.
"Ah, yes. Er, I grilled your sister."
What. Oh my God.
"This is NOT funny. I repeat, NOT funny. Do NOT joke about it."
The old lady cackles. "But I did! I was the one who killed her! I shot her with my own hands!"
I'm shocked. I can't believe this, I can't believe the "little old lady across the street" could have done this. I prepare to scream.
"You, an ancient geezer, could NOT have beaten my sister in that Call of Duty marathon!"
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She licked her lips and told me it was delicious

So I met this girl who worked at Starbucks, and I worked up the courage to ask her on a date after a couple of conversations at the register. She was a month older than me but I didn't really care, she was fun to be around. So we took a walk along the beach, and we kissed in the pale moonlight, a full moon, it was really romantic. We started really getting into it, and she slowly unzipped my jeans, she reaches inside and starts kissing her way down my chest, she finally gets all the way down, looks up at me with the most seductive eyes I've ever seen and says "No thanks, I had Reese's for breakfast" and I'm like "No way, you had candy for breakfast?" She replies, "Not candy! Reese's puffs cereal!" So she sliiiiides me a bowl. I crunch into it and WHAM! My mouth goes crazy! That smooth combo of peanut butter and chocolate-y taste attacking my taste buds! She zips my pants back up and says "And it's part of this complete breakfast!"
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She was Beautiful

They say I killed her. But I didn't! I loved her. I loved her so much. She was beautiful. The police are lying, I didn't kill her. She just... just fell off of that building.
They said I pushed her. But I didn't! It was - the other guy.
He always was jealous of my success. Every day he chastised me, yelled at me! But I resisted. I stopped him. At least, I did until yesterday.
They say they're going to take me to the asylum. I really don't need it, I'm fine on my own. I've got company. The other guy's actually a bit sociable now. I play games with him all the time.
They say that I attacked a fellow patient. I didn't, though. There's no way. It was the other guy.
Now they say I tried to kill myself. I didn't, though.
It was the other guy.
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Sheetghost Shenanigans

One night, I was browsing ghost-hunting videos on classic video-sharing site "Vimeo", when all of a sudden, I heard a loud crash in my downstairs living room, I took off my headphones and rushed to check it out. From the top of the stairs, to my utter surprise and amazement, I spotted a sheet-like ghost flailing about on my bottom floor! Agog, I stared for a moment in disbelief at the sight that I beheld. I realized my situation, though, and knew that I had to act quickly, or else this sheeted-specter may not leave my abode alone any time soon!
Rushing back to my room, I flung open the closet and picked out my best ghost-hunting gear. Luckily, I had prepared for this very occasion, having purchased only the finest haunt-hunter gear I could get my hands on from the now-defunct website, "ApparationNoMore.net", I had fairly high hopes for a positive outcome to this spooky situation.
Making my way back to the stairs, I looked to where I last spotted the intruding haunt, and found the space to be now empty. "He must've gone for the kitchen, where my most prized snacks are held... Besides my Kit-Kats, which are in my room", I thought to myself. Carefully stepping down the stairs, I wondered about what this ghost might want, and how could I somehow be the provider of such a thing, whatever it may be? I may soon find out, whether I wish to or not.
Tiptoeing into the kitchen, I found the sheet standing perfectly upright and still. Confused, I snuck closer, and peered to the right of the intrusive specter to see that I spotted chocolate stains on the presumed mouth region of the ghost, and, looking down, noticed many-a Butterfinger wrappers strewn about the kitchen floor! I yelled, "My butterfingers aren't meant for your flailing fingers!", they quickly turned, and jumped right on top of me at a startling speed! Screaming, I pressed the action button of the "Ghost-B-Gone", my ghost-hunting device that was conveniently "not close enouugh in design to the Ghostbusters gun to warrant a cease and desist", as stated on the aforementioned website. Upon pressing the weapon's button, it sounded a rather audible noise in activation, and, thankfully, sucked the spirit right up into it, along with an amount of the candy wrappers that laid nearby. Apparently, this sheet's scheme was to eat my Butterfingers, and while it may have succeeded in that regard, it was, in the end, bested.
Going back to my room, I sat down, took out a Kit-Kat, as well as a piece of a half-"sheeaten" Butterfinger, and resumed my ghost-hunting video viewing, because, one can never be too prepared, for such a ghostly occasion.
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Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Shelly the baker

Oh, it's her again. I don't want to see her face at all. Disgusting, full of lies. Hi, I'm Sheldon Flesions, a famous baker. The city has a competition coming up soon, so I need to make sure I win. But where is life a dream? Because my opponent, Ericka Jacob, also entered the contest. I hate her bitterly, just because of her, almost, the people who love me have decreased, and she has increased significantly! I can't take it anymore, I must defeat her at all costs!
While preparing the ingredients, I saw Ericka come out of the kitchen. What is she going to do? I wonder. Maybe she'll cheat. So I followed Ericka. Weird, this is the direction to the judge's room, isn't it? Or is she really cheating? Carefully hiding in the corner, I watched them quietly.
-Judge, I want you to try my new cake! Please don't worry, I won't use them to cheat!
-Okay! As long as you don't cheat.
Then he took a fork to taste Ericka's cake.
-OH! It's delicious!You win for sure!
-You're too commendable! Thank you sir!
Ericka smiled and walked out of the judges' room.
What about me?
Anger boiled inside of me, as if it could explode at any moment. Why? Why is it always her??? WHY NOT ME?? AAAAAAA...I have to kill her, yes. If she existed in this world for a second longer, I wouldn't be able to stand it.
I immediately went back to the kitchen, grabbed the knife on the table. When Ericka saw me, she immediately felt something was off.
-Sheldon? What's wrong with you?
I ignored her words and immediately stabbed a knife into her stomach. To prevent her from screaming, I covered her mouth with a towel. After she stopped breathing, I put on gloves and removed her organs. You ask why? I will take her organs to make my contest cake. It will be a sweet revenge, sweet to death.
...
You wonder what I got in that contest?
First prize, of course.
Because I'm the leader.
I'm the best!
How did you feel about the cake you ate?
Because it can be made of yourself, or any creature like you.
Done, hope you like it.
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Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
Sheriffless domestic

Have you ever heard of funny arg the petscop, it's like an arg but with kidnapping, so it makes it cooler. 
Thanks to the petscops popularity and not so popular furry pyrocynical, many unofficial sequels were made.
one of these sequels is known as sheriff domestic, being a great parody, providing hours of laughter over simple things like guns and rapping about guns. however, it wasn't always like this, at one point this story became almost as unfunny as petscop, causing a shift in balance, and almost ruining reality as a whole.
this episode was deleted, and the return of sheriff domestic is still awaited, but I don't think it ever will come back. However, while searching for the lost video, I found it, simply being titled "sheriflless domestic."
I knew I had to watch it, just to be considered cool in some random unknown sub community out there, like twitter.
deciding I knew what I had to do, I pressed play.
The video starts off with popular hit character pickle chin, known for neither being a sheriff nor a pickle, and lacking a chin. all he does is stare at the camera for about 4728.44384 seconds, before saying something
"Dying is cool and you should do it."
this flabbergasted me, Mr. chin would NEVER say that! And him speaking BREAKS THE LORE
No wonder this episode was deleted, the implications are ridiculous.
I once liked this channel and its amazing comedy, now it's a boring show of arg creepiness and spooks n shits.
Pickle chin then proceeds to talk again!
"I have made a deal with the devil, and I am now Pickle sin."
ARE. YOU. KIDDING. ME.
MR CHIN IS NOW MR SIN, THIS RUINS THE ENTIRE LORE! WHAT KIND OF BAD GRANOLA WAS THE CREATOR SMOKING.
sheriff domestic started out great, causing laughing riots for adults of all ages, but this ruins everything, I hope we never get another episode because imagine how bad it could get, it could become something actually scary, or worse. an ARG!
looking back at the screen, Mr. sin started talking again.
"You should die lmao."
well, that's rude
"Oh, by the way 254.421.81.132"
WHAT THE HELL, IP LEAKING WAS DICKHEADS ABILITY, NOT PICKLE CHINS! DOES THE CREATOR EVEN REMEMBER THEIR OWN CHARATERS?!
there's no way this video can get any worse....
"Oh, by the way I'm a femboy now."
FUCK
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