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The NO U Killer

So, it was another peaceful day of scanning and banning through the chatroom I created. Just the normal deal. Flamewars, ODers, and just plain annoying people. Then something caught my eye. I copied the entire chat so you can read the full story. Just a warning... IT. IS. CREEPY.
monkeyman1337: hey have you heard the news some guy died
idontcare6969: aww that's sad
monkeyman1337: yeah they said it was the work of... well, you know...
idontcare6969: no i don't know
monkeyman1337: you seriously have no idea?
idontcare6969: noooooooo....
monkeyman1337: Okay, I'm going into proper grammar mode.
idontcare6969: HOLY CRAP THIS MUST ME SERIOUS!
monkeyman1337: Yeah, it is. His name is the "NO U Killer"
idontcare6969: wow what does he do
monkeyman1337: He goes onto chatrooms like this one, talks for a bit and uses the phrase "NO U" a lot, then hacks people's computers to find their locations...
idontcare6969: well...?
monkeyman1337: Oh sorry I had to piss. And then... they show up brutally murdered and on the news!
idontcare6969: wow scary
monkeyman1337: Yeah, let's just hope he doesn't come here.
iamtotallynottheNOUkiller: what's up guys?
idontcare6969: ha ha very funny monkey, you really hit the nail on the head with the fake user
monkeyman1337: Uh... that's not me.
iamtotallynottheNOUkiller: NO U!
idontcare6969: OH SHIT
1 day after reading this, the user idontcare6969 was found dead with the words "NO U" carved on his chest. I went on the chatroom myself to permaban this guy. He deleted his account and left only the message "Did I kill myself? NO, U! ;)" on his page. I shut down the chatroom forever. The NO U Killer continued to kill people until he was finally caught. His real name was Spooky Scary and he was sentenced to live in his own poo. The end.
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The Name

I always knew there was something wrong with my beloved grandmother. It started when she began rambling about a 'creature.'
"It follows me," she would whisper.
Her grey skin would become infinitely grayer.
"It talks to me,"
Her pupils dilated.
So, as any loving family would have done we assumed she was just 'losing it' and decided to put her in a home. Every now and again I visit my beloved grandmother and find her sitting in her chair talking to the empty room. She would turn to me and try to say something but instantly. She would tell me what she saw every night.
"White holes for eyes,"
Her frayed hair would stand up on her neck.
"It looks through my window, waiting for its chance,"
There go the eyes.
"Waiting, waiting for me to..." she went quiet for a moment "to... say it's name..."
I dismissed this as another episode of hers and went about my life. Then one day, I went to see my beloved grandmother. As usual she was sat in her chair. But this time she turned to me and said its name.
My beloved grandmother mysteriously dissapeared that night.
To this day I struggle to think what she had called this creature stalking her for her remaining years.
Candle jack, was it?
I can't rememb-
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The Name...

As history states, there were multiple cultures that began and evolved separate from each other, each developing their own language and gods and cultures and such. However, no matter where you go, there is a name. To be exact, The Name. It's apparently the name of this prophesied person who supposedly will grow up to become a mass murderer and wipe out all life on earth. I've devoted my entire life to finding out who this person is and stopping them. In Egypt, the name is Kiveru. In Greece, it's Neropa. Peru; Gevya. Even the Mayans have their version of The Name: Kithluk. I've spent many decades learning these languages and translating them, and I've finally fully deciphered The Name. The name of the one who will make earth an uninhabited rock some day, the one who will kill us all. I've learned that the person in question is in fact on this very website, probably reading this right now. If you are reading, I know what you plan on doing. I'm coming from you. I won't rest until you are gone and the world is safe.
Reader, you are my target.
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The Nameless Terror

Nobody knows where it came from, or what it wants. No one knows what to call it, or how it chooses its victims. None can relate its favorite color, or what it likes to do for fun; neither can anyone agree on its appearance. Its very existence is frequently called into question, even by those who have seen it. Can it be stopped from doing whatever it is that it does? Nobody knows! It is the terror without a face; the horror with no name, and it may or may not be lurking in the shadows outside your window this very moment! That is, if it indeed has a predilection for lurking or shadows. It's up for debate, really.
One thing is certain, however. It's more scary and spooky than you can possibly imagine! I mean, imagine the scariest thing ever and multiply it by like 50. Yeah, that's what we're dealing with here. You do not want to get stuck in an elevator with this thing, Kemosabe. Not that there's any specific reason you would. Maybe it prefers to take the stairs, I don't know. Nobody does!
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The Nature of Possession

Many people do not believe in demonic possession. How can they all be so foolish? After all, what else could I be but a demon?! I am there with every caffeine headache. I am there with every need for a cigarette or stiff drink. I am there with every desire to get high, low, or just "chill out".
I am addiction, and I possess the world!
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The Near Death of EVIL PATRIXXX

As many may know, it is impossible to kill EVIL PATRIXXX, because it is established in the laws of physics, that nothing can kill or injure the lord, otherwise the universe will implode.
But this is a story of a case where before he achieved his invulnerability, he nearly lost his life.
EVIL PATRIXXX was walking down the street to kill people in overly-dramatic ways, when all of a sudden, EVIL KERMIXXX crashed down to earth and challenged him to a battle.
The battle started with a massive explosion, turning the city of Fuckville into a giant crater, and killing 666,666 people. After KERMIXXX dickslapped PATRIXXX, he pinned PATRIXXX down to the ground, but PATRIXXX used his hyper-realistic blood-dripping eye attack to spook the bajoobles out of KERMIXXX and release him.
PATRIXXX called upon the 5 Mighty Fighters of Dicks: Mr. Rental, Colonel Noodles, Birdperson, Ronald McDonald, and cs188; to help him fight KERMIXXX. But KERMIXXX had another trick up his sleeve. Out of his asshole, he pulled out the Meme PentaGang: Pepe, a KitKat wrapper, LOLSKELETONS, iDubbbzTV, and Apu Nahasapeemapetilon. PATRIXXX said "OMFG U DIK U FUKIN COPIED ME!!!!11!1", and proceeded to shoot hyper-realistic red lasers out of his eyes towards KERMIXXX. KERMIXXX, however, responded by shooting hyper-realistic green lasers out of his eyes towards PATRIXXX, and they were locked in a bitter stalemate.
The 5 Mighty Fighters of Dicks and the Meme PentaGang both fought long and hard (like my dick) using various methods like shooting rockets, bullets, Tsar Bombs, and dildos at each other. The battle lasted for hours, until only one member stood alive: Colonel Noodles. He proceeded to turn KERMIXXX Chinese so his vision was impaired and his lasers would be thinner, and then restrained him using his noodles. PATRIXXX then managed to push back KERMIXXX's lasers back enough so that he could finally send KERMIXXX flying back to his universe.
After the battle, Colonel Noodles returned to Parappa Town, and PATRIXXX was granted invulnerability for his efforts.
And that, my friends, is how EVIL PATRIXXX achieved his invulnerability, and added a new law to the laws of physics.
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The Neighbors

My mom told me stories of her childhood all the time. Whose parents don't? But, this one was a little creepy.
"When I was younger, I always lived in different homes," my mom started her story. "I know, Mom, you've told me this story, like, a hundred times." My mom glared at me. "Anyway," she continues, "Once, I lived in a farm house. Our neighbors died years ago, but their house was still across the field, behind the farm. Every day, the woman would sit on her rocking chair cradling her baby to get it to stop crying. Then she and her baby would disappear, but the chair would still rock back and forth."
"Mom, is this supposed to be scary?" I asked, interrupting her story. "Shush!" she snarled, "Now then, at night time you could hear the baby crying for hours. You could hear footsteps all around the house, and when you look out a window you'd see many ghosts just standing out there, staring back at you. They carried candles and their eyes glowed a yellow orange colour. A few moans and groans as well. After about 30 or 40 minutes of them staring at our house, and the animals freaking out, the ghosts finally disappear. After that, my older sister got custody and-" We said together, "She kicked you out cause you were late coming home."
This is a true story, don't believe me? Ask my mom herself.
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The Nether Pig

It was like a regular day. go to school, play water polo, jump into the computer seat and play Minecraft. I was working on building a bridge in the sky, when I accidentally let go of shift and fell down onto the ground. I had a large area filled with Nether portals, and I fell in one. Normally, when you go into a Nether portal it's purple and it takes a while for the portal to start working, but this one was blue-ish and it put me in immediately. I was happy that I didn't die from falling, but I was thinking that it was weird that the portal was blue. Well, the Nether loaded quickly and I was going out of the portal so I could go back in and get to working on my bridge, when I discovered that there was a pig next to me. I thought, "Why is there a pig in the Nether?" I walked over and tried to give it a saddle. That's when things started to actually get weird. The saddle looked like it wasn't placed properly. It was on the neck instead of the back.
Then the pig started to turn blue-ish and making hurting sound. Then I discovered that the saddle was acting as a rope and choking it. I tried to right-click the saddle, but that made the pig die faster. When the pig died, it fell over and immediately a pig-faced ghast rose from its body like a ghost, and I saw it spit my saddle back at me. Immediately, the blue air bubbles came up next to my health. I didn't know what was happening and looked at my inventory screen. Then it hit me: My character has the saddle around its neck and the ghast is choking me with it! I eventually died and came back to regular Minecraft, and tried to find my portal. Oddly, all of my Nether portals were gone, and replaced with chests, which all contained a single saddle.
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The Never-Ending Walk

As I walked home from a lecture on Zeno's paradoxes, I contemplated the ideology and validity of Zeno's ideals. And as I walked I passed a fragrant rose bush, taking in the scent, I restablished my knowledge of one of Zeno's most famous claims, that theoretically, an object cannot move. The reasoning behind it is that to move a certain distance, you must walk half of that distance, then half of half and so on. Since there are an infinite amount of halves, there is an infinite amount of distance the object must cross. Walking more, I scoffed at the absurd idea, then stopped dead in my tracks, I had just again caught a whiff of a rosebush.
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The New Closet

"Where is she?" The man asked, too blurred to see- I answered while turning my head to face him, "I- I swear... I don't know..." He throws a punch at me, busting my lip. "I want to know, where.. is... she?" Spitting out blood, I had to confess some way or another. "It was last summer, July on the 17th, 2013... We just moved into a new house. Two stories - that's if you don't want to include the attic." The man pulls up a chair, seeing his anger starring into me. "Then what?" He shouted, I look down for a few seconds then looking back at him, "It went to hell from there.. On July 21st, we finally unboxed everything, it was great, me and my wife Molly and our wonderful daughter, Kassie. We knew that this would be the house for us. After Kassie ran around the house to what it seemed a million times, we all went out to eat. After my
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The New Faucet

Today my family and I went to the Hardware store to buy a new faucet.About an hour later,we found a faucet that you touch and then it turns on.When we took it to the cashier,he said "You don't want that! It's haunted."But my family didn't care and bought it anyway.We got home and started putting it in and stuff.About 2 hours later the new faucet was in and it was ready for use.I was the first to use it.As usual,water came out.I went outside and did some somersaults.When i came in,my hands were filthy. So i went to wash 'em with the new faucet.I saw a drop of red. I was like "what the....?" I called for my mom and dad. But they no answer.So i said "Mom must be out shopping and dad must be at the park." But by the time it was dinner, they were not home yet.I made my own dinner then went to bed.But before i went to bed i washed the dishes.But when I turned on the new faucet,blood and finders and toes came out.I screamed at the disgusting sight.I tried to turn it off,but when i tapped on the top,blood and fingers and toes kept pouring out.About 10 minutes later it stopped.But it was soo digusting that i ran to the bathroom and hurled for 3 minutes.When i was done I swished some water in my mouth then ran upstairs to my parents room.It was a horrible sight.All there was was bones,the heads,jegs,arms,and other parts with a little bit of blood.I ran to call 911 when the cellphone's battery died.Then I spun around and saw a man with a knife and....AHHHH......(Note the author was killed while making this for water in the faucet.)
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The New Member

Darkness, for miles and miles. There is nothing. I looked up and saw no sky, no clouds, just a red light. I wondered who I was. I quickly looked at my hands. My hands were covered in dirt, as if I were dragged. Before I thought, I'm running. For what seemed like days, I ran. It almost felt like I was flying.
Then I saw them...
Five people (or at least what I thought were people) walked up to me, one of them in a brown hooded, monk like robe. I wanted to run, but my legs wouldn't move. They stopped in front of me.
The first on the left took off its hood. But not with its hands, he jutted his head back to take it off. His face was winkled and gray. He had no nose and his eyes were small and black. His mouth was full of teeth... sharp teeth. The person next to him took of his hood. I could not tell details about his face, for he had a porcelain mask. But his eye holes... they look like bottomless trenches.
Then the one on the farthest right took of his hood. He still scares me to this day. His hair was long and black. And his eyes would not close. But that smile was unnatural. It was as if he cut it himself. He had a knife in his left hand, but the blood was still dripping off the end. Then the next one took off his. When he did, I noticed the claws and then his humanoid face. It had tuffs of hair on its head and a weirdly shaped jaw.
Then, finally, the middle one took off his hood. He was the tallest and skinniest. And his face... he had none. No nose, no eyes, not even a mouth. They all looked at me, as if they wanted me to say something. I tried, but my mouth would not move. The tall one walked closer to me. As this happens, I looked down. For a second, I thought I was imagining it. I was floating.
The tall one finally came up to me. He then said without a mouth, "Welcome... Tails Doll." I finally realized where I was.
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The New Teacher

This new teacher came out of nowhere halfway through the school year after our regular biology teacher suffered a car accident and was shot by a shotgun at the same time, and was also bitten by snakes at the same time.
The mysterious man was incredibly tall and thin, and he wore a spooky black overcoat. He also wore gloves and a large fedora. The only part of his body anyone could see was his mouth, which had spooky sharp fangs.
As soon as he entered, the class plant withered and died, and a random nerd got sick and threw up. The nerd then mysteriously exploded after the new teacher pointed a finger at him.
The teacher then grinned at us and removed his fedora, revealing the rest of his spooky face.
He had a military-cut haircut in his hair and his hair was black. His eyes were concealed by these small circular shades, although a faint red glow could be seen emitting from beneath the shades. He was also black.
The principal then entered to introduce us to our new biology teacher.
"Alright, kids, so this is your new teacher! He's from the Badlands, he's 666 years old, and HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!!!"
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The Newsies Strike

In April 1898, the United States entered into the Spanish American War. During this time, New York City's newspaper giants, Joseph Pulitzer and William Randolph Hearst, raised the prices of the newspapers to the delivery boys (Newsies) to 60 cents/100 papers from 50 cents/100. Now, during the war, this wasn't a problem as the Newsies were able to sell more papers. You see, if a paper had a good headline story, the paper sold much better than with a bad one and war always gave good headlines.
The problem came after the war. The headlines were not good and rather then bringing the price back down, Pulitzer and Hearst left them where they were. This lead to the Newsboy's Strike of 1899. The story is simple, the Newsies wouldn't sell papers and would "soak", or beat the crap out of anyone who would sell the papers. This ultimately lead to the paper giants dropping the price again for the Newsies.
What many people don't realize is that the Newsies had a bit of unholy assistance. The strike was mostly lead by a young man who went by Kid Blink. It is believed "Blink" got the name due to a patch he wore over his left eye. What people don't realize is that Kid Blink wasn't a kid at all, but in fact an ancient evil that stems out whenever there are children in trouble. While others would be "soaking" the Newsies still selling papers, Blink would break into the homes of Pulitzer and Hearst, killing pets and destroying furniture. Now you wouldn't normally think this an evil thing. More like a group of rowdy vandals.
The difference in the typical newsboy vandal and Kid Blink, however, was this. While Newsies would trash papers and fight, Blink would hold an old pistol to the heads of the sleeping paper men, threatening their lives if they didn't drop the price. Eventually the prices dropped, the Newsies sold papers, and Kid Blink disappeared. It is said, however, that he will always reappear whenever children are being mistreated in New York, and every time he has to come back, his violence will intensify.
The reason I'm telling you this is—be careful of how you treat your workers. I write this as a boy holds a knife to my throat, and a gun to my head. I won't ask for help. It's only a matter of time before he decides to ythjnmkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
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The Nice Old Lady

I had been working in inner city Dublin renovating an old three story house. I was doing the roofing end of it. It was very late and my supervisor/co-worker Jim asked me to finish off felting the roof because he wanted to get back to his wife for a drink since it was supposed to be his day off. I agreed and kept on working and Jim left me alone. I needed to get another roll of felt from my van after using up some on the roof so I went down to get some. I trotted down the steps to the second floor where I saw an old woman who must have been a resident. She had a very old fashioned night dress on and seemed nice. "Working hard young man?" she said to me and I said, "Yes" jokingly. We small talked for a bit and I thought she was nice. All of a sudden she then pointed to a bent rail on the stair case of that floor and said innocently "That's where my husband hung himself". I got the shakes when she said that and thought to myself "Fuck this I'm out of here". I worked up some bullshit excuse why I had to go so she waved me goodbye and I got out of there as fast as I can and went home.
The next morning I got a phone call from Jim. "Why didn't you finish off the roof last night?" he said confused. I told him that I saw an old woman and told him what she said to me. "That could not have happened, you must've been seeing things" he said. I insisted that it happened and said that she was there clear as you or me and he just said "That building has been used as offices for the last seventy years".
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The Night Men

The Night Men are coming.
I don't have much time. Must type fast.
I'm in my basement. Blocked the door with a chair. Laptop is dying so I've gotta be quick. They'll be here soon anyway. If anyone reads this please help. I don't know how long i can stay down here before they find me.
I hear them outside. Whispering. Words I can't understand. Horrible words. I don't know why they're after me. What did I do?
They came from the woods I think. Three of them. Tall shadows with no eyes. Teeth like razors. They've been watching my family for days. nobody believed me but my brother. He's dead. My parents are dead. They're all dead and I'll be next. Why is this happening?
Found a picture on MS Paint that my brother made. He's the one that came up with the name Night Men. I'll put it on here. I hope someone sees and can make some sense of this nightmare.
So scared.
They're closer now. Their whispers are deafening I can hear them at the door. they're coming. So scared. I don't want to die.
Whispers are so loud. They're saying my name.
Please god help me please. I don't want to die please help they're here.
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