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The Book

In every church in the world, there's a room that no one ever thinks about going into. One cannot recall its existence through conscious thought, but as long as someone in that building is reciting the Lord's Prayer you run a chance of walking into it without thinking of it. The room has no doors, not even the door you came through, and it is only lit in the distance between you and the book that sits within that room. When you open it the pages will turn to a substance somewhat like human flesh that is immensely hot and yet does not burn, only melts and sticks to you as if trying to eat you. If you manage to close the book back without dying, you will meet God. God has taken some similar actions to the Abrahamic God, but he is different. He is a ball of viscous flesh, he is subsentient, and if you touch him you will be augmented by God's power, which will give your nervous system such sensitivity and acuteness that no matter how minor a tactile sensation is, the brain will interpret it as a scraping pain which is beyond infinite, beyond the combined suffering of every human in the history of the earth or the other planets God has created God is at least semi-sentient and will know how you feel, but he does not feel pity. He will send you back to that room with the door you came through restored.
If you can read your way through the book, which details immensely personal horror and humiliation written about the person you love most, you will become God.
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The Boss

ONCE UPON A TIME I WAS WORKING AT WORK AND DOING MY JOB AND THEN MY BOSS SAID WE NEEDED TO TALK IN HIS OFFICE. I SAID "OK SURE YES" AND HE SAID "OK BILL YOU'RE FIRED UNLESS YOU DO SOMETHING FOR ME" AND I SAID TO HIM "OK SURE YES" AGAIN BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO BE FIRED BECAUSE THEN I WILL HAVE NO MONEY!!! THEN HE TOLD ME HOW HE WAS SATAN AND ALSO THE DEVIL AND HE TOLD ME HE WANTED TO CHEW MY SOUL BECAUSE I AM NOT EFFICIENT ENOUGH AT MY JOB! I SAID "PLEASE NO" BUT HE DID IT ANYWAYS AND THEN I DIED SO NOW I AM DEAD AND ALSO I HAD BLEED TO DEATH!! THIS IS A TRUE STORY. I KNOW BECAUSE I AM YOU!!!!
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The Box in the Back Room of the Store

There is a small little store which can be found in Sanford Maine. The name has been forgotten, for it is hard to find. If you can find a small store with a really faded sign, foggy glass, and broken glass all over the ground, you have found the right place. Open the door, if it is locked, find another way in. Hopefully you brought flashlights. The place will be empty, and a foul smell will linger within the building. Beware, there will be a back room, and upon entering it, there is no turning back. Enter the back room, and close the door behind you. You will get an weird feeling in your gut. There will be a wooden box in the center of the room. If not, you are safe to leave. You will leave with good luck for one month. If the box is there. Open it, no matter what, you must open the box. There is some who didn't open the box and tried leaving. No one knows what happened to them. Once you open the box, take what ever item is in there and leave. If there is nothing in the box, take the box. Once you are at home, bury the item.
If it is a key, everything you ever want unlocked, will be unlocked. If it is a knife, every person who does anything wrong to you will come back to them, worse. Not death though. If it is an eye, you are very lucky. You will begin to gain psychic powers, and become very wise. Your lifespan will be close to doubled and you will still look young. If it is a candle you will be able to see in the dark, like bats. If it is a minature submarine you can breathe underwater. If it is a feather then you can glide when you jump from a certain height. Any other object, you bury, will just give you a day's worth of good luck. If it was the box, bury it. If you are caught with the box by "It", "It" won't be happy. If the box is buried, you are safe, and granted a day's worth of good luck.
There is no catch, no anything, well, except that before you die, your death will be slowed down and more painful. Not that bad, right?
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The Boy Who Loved to Read

Once, there was a boy who loved to read. He read everything he could get his hands on, and loved going to his favorite book store. One day, the boy realized he had read everything the store had to offer. He confronted the owner, and asked him if he had anything the boy had never checked out. The owner said why, yes, I do, and pulled out a book called "Death". He gladly sold it to the boy at a discounted price of $50. However, he warned the boy, never to read the front page.
Well, the boy returned to his house and read the book, and he was content. However, he always wondered, what could be on that front page. It was always in the back of his mind. One day, the temptation was too much for the boy, and he flipped to the very front of the book, and dropped the book in HORROR.
There, in bold print, was MSRP $6.99.
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The Boy on the Ice

It all started when I was bored, reading creepypasta on the web. I decided to go to bed, and knowing how cold it was outside, and the fact we were supposed to get a lot of rain tonight, I was sort of bummed. Another boring day at school, I thought. While I was asleep, there was a gentle pitter-patter of rain falling from the dark, ominous clouds above my apartment. And believe me, I was only asleep for about what I'd say was a couple hours, until I heard a large crack of thunder, causing me to be startled awake. And being me, the little scared boy I was, I just clutched the covers up around me, so the noise wouldn't be loud. But the rain only seemed to get a little quieter. The next day, I got ready for school, and the usual. But when I got to school, the field next to the playground had police tape around a small portion of the normally-wet parts of the field. Since it was very cold, the watery parts were frozen over. I walked over, and I gazed in absolute horror.
What I saw in front on me then and there, was a child, no older than 10, with his head completely cracked open, blood dried on the ice. I almost puked at the grisly scene. Apparently a gang of bullies thought it was funny to shove a little kid around on the ice. I hoped those bullies got their entrails ripped out and tied around their necks. But they already started getting mentally-harassed. No one knew where exactly the other bullying was coming from. Some suggested it was cyber-bullying, some say they just started going insane. Me? I'm very interested in the paranormal, so I think it may be something out of this world. The fact it started happening the day after the murder made my theory even stronger. The next day, one of the kids was swatting at the air like he was trying to get rid of a fly, but I didn't see any flies in our classroom. I started to believe my theory more and more every day. About a week forward, one of the kids had a deep laceration on his back that looked like it came from a knife, but I know what knives can do, after all, I'm the one that did it—oh, did I just spill the beans? Hehehe. You're next.
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The Boy who Cried Knife

Once upon a time there was a boy, but now he is no more than dust in the wind.
His story begins like most fairy tales... but ends like most horror movies.
His name was Jerry, he worked as a slave for his father (also king of his town). He would go out in the afternoon and pick his father some wheat and hunt for some chickens for food. One cold winter day the wheat was gone and not a chicken in sight. He remembered what his father had said to him every day he left to go gather his goods, "No food for the king, and no life for the little boy." Jerry became worried, wondering if his father would keep his promise.
The little boy Jerry wandered deeper into the snow trenched woods. Still, no wheat and no animals. It was now midnight and then Jerry became lost! He screamed, "HELP, HELP!" Then he saw a man... short, shady, and glowing red eyes. The boy stood in silence, and the man pulled a knife from behind his back.
The boy Jerry howled "HELP, A MAN HAS A KNIFE AND WILL KILL ME!! PLEASE, ANYONE!!! AAAAHHHH!!! "
The man like figure disappeared, and a nearby woman took the little boy home, wrapped him in a blanket, and whispered softly, "It's OK. I'm here now."
The woman lifted her arm with a kitchen knife in her hand, and said, "Now the king will have all the food he can eat, and you don't even have to go looking for food any more."
The woman put the knife to his throat and yelled "CRY FOR ME!!!!!!!" She slit his throat and then the king had a feast.
Today's special, gut and blood soup!
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The Brah Speaks!

I jumped off a building while doing gangnam style today.
I fell but didnt break my bones cuz i landed on a CHEEZEBURGERZ then i walked into a dark room and saw a brah floating in midair.
"I HOLD YOUR ENEMIE'S MANBOOBS!" boomed the brah.
"NURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" i screamed but a skeleton popped out of the brah and i choked on the skeleton and died.
THE END HAHAHAHA ME DEAD
then wario came and blew up the planet then choked on it and swallowed it
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The Brakevan (A lost Thomas The Tank Engine episode creepypasta)

I am an avid lover of Thomas The Tank Engine. So you can only imagine my excitement when I found a DVD of the show I had never seen before at a rare DVD and VHS store. It was simply entitled "The Brakevan". Naturally, I picked it up. When the man at the check-out counter saw what I had picked up, his mouth fell open. "Wh-why are you getting that one?" he asked in fright. "I am an avid lover of the show." I replied. " Very well", said the man. " Watch at your own risk." I arrived home and popped the disk in my DVD player. There was no menu, it cut straight to the episode. The normal opening segment started, but everything seemed tinted red and there was no sign of the famous logo for the series and there was a bit of static. Chalking it all up to nothing more than animation errors, I kept watching. Then it cut to the episode. The narrator was like none I had heard before. Was that a.... German accent? Anyways, The episode started with the narrator saying that it was a normal day on the Island Of Sodor. Everything seemed normal.... According to the narrator, Percy was to take a load of rocks from Knatford Station to Brendam Docks, but there was no more usable breakvans. As Percy explained this dilemma to Thomas, all color drained from his face. " Well... there is one more brakevan. The old brakevan that has never been used, as far as any of us know." " Alright then." Said Percy. The audio then cut out, but from what the scenes showed us, Percy was collecting his trucks for the journey ahead. As Percy was leaving the docks, static like I had never seen before came onto the screen. It continued this way for about 25 seconds. Then, it cut to the top of Gordon's hill. Percy was attempting to pin down his brakes, but the trucks were starting to push him down the hill. Percy tried with all his might to apply his brakes, but to zero avail. This is where things get VERY scary.The next shot is of the Brakevan, with cuts all over his face and a mouth stitched in a smile. Music is playing in reverse, and static is flashing on and off the screen in 3 second increments. The next shot is of Percy hitting a large rock, still applying his brakes into a large cluster of shrubbery. Then he came off the rails, and thanks to sparks from his funnel, his wooden brakes and the shrubbery caught ablaze, with percy screaming in a more realistic voice for help and what we can only assume is the brakevan telling him there is no hope for him in... well,you can guess. The last shot of the episode is Percy's blackened body for 10 seconds and then Percy's sad face with no eyeballs and blood tears.
The end.....?'
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Category:Cliche Madness
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The Break Room Microwave

I work at a hotel. This morning I let a woman use the breakfast room to teach an online class. I didn't want to disturb her, so when it was time to microwave my disgusting gas station breakfast pizza I went to the microwave in the housekeepers break room. When it put it in I did a double take. Right on the door was prominently displayed: This is a 644 watt microwave. This is significant because I swear to God in my entire adult life of eating Sad Lonely Man Microwaveable Dinners that give you heating instructions based on wattage, not once have I owned a microwave that would tell me what wattage it is even after I completely disassemble the thing. I don't get why it's so difficult for manufacturers t-
BOO! A GHOST!
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Category:Satire
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Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
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The Brick (Blockland)

It was a dark night outside, and I had nothing better to do, so I decided to build a deathmatch city on Bedroom Dark. I was trying to give it an apocalyptic kind of feel, so I created a bunch of Jersey barriers and fires, and some made a couple of half-broken street lights.
I was in the middle of inventing a bot when I heard a brick clicking sound, that noise that plays when you plant a brick. I canceled the events and looked around it--sounded really close.
Near one of the fire emitters, I saw a red 1x1 brick. I walked over and figured I must have accidentally placed it there earlier. I destroyed it with the hammer.
I went back to inventing the bot for a few minutes when I heard the sound again.
This time, the brick plant sound seemed even closer. I exited the events screen and saw a 1x1 brick about 20 blocks away. I didn't even bother moving this time, I just used the admin wand to destroy it.
I duplicated a few more bots and was setting their appearance when I heard the click one more time. I turned around, angry now, and saw that the red 1x1 was only five blocks away. I got out the hammer and hit it a few times.
The brick wouldn't break. A message kept coming up: "BL_ID: -7648 does not trust you enough to do that".
I was confused now. BL_ID: 7648 was my ID. But why was there a negative sign before it?
Luckily, I was able to destroy it with the admin wand.
All of a sudden, the light emitters closest to where the 1x1 brick had been just disappeared. When I clicked on those bricks with the wrench, they showed that the emitters were still there. I couldn't see a thing, though. Then, I hear a terrible sound– the sound of destroying bricks. I turn on the player light and see that my entire city was gone.
Distressed, I quickly opened up my save menu to load the most recent progress--but there was practically nothing there. 150+ of my previous saves were gone. There was only one remaining save able to be loaded, "Demo House."
I wanted to find out what was up with this whole situation. I loaded the build, and could see only the back of the house and the jeep- it looked normal from where I was.
As I got closer, I saw that was not the case. The colors were distorted and inverted, with horrible strips of piercing blue and blood red colors that weren't even in the default color-set. As I stepped inside the small house, I heard a demonic screeching noise– the sound of every Blockland sound effect played at the same time backward, in G major. My computer screen went completely red and Blockland refused to respond.
I have a new computer now, but that doesn't matter. The old one never got fixed, and is sitting in my basement. It still has a glowing red screen, even though it's been unplugged for a few months now.
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The Bridge

It is said in a small town south of Madison, Wisconsin called Stoughton, there is a bridge.
This bridge is just south of a bridge crossing a river on main street, and appears to be a foot bridge made of cement. Crossing this bridge leaves one with an unsettling feeling that slowly escalates to dread. These feelings are easily ignored by those who don't believe. However...
Every year this small town holds a parade, the Syttende Mai Parade, and has been holding this for over 100 years. Long before what it is today, it was dedicated to the evil of that bridge. In 1865 it was a wooden footbridge, where on May 20th, two hundred men were hung by their necks though already well dead, by their wives. They were made to suffer first, slowly bleeding into the river until it ran deep red. Their screams were heard for miles around, as they were ritually sliced open to spill their living bowls into the current of the river below.
Their crime? Nobody knows, all the people involved fled north, and started new homes, new families... new cities... but its said every 150 years... it will happen again.
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The Bright Light?

I've been thinking.
You know how most people who suffer a near-death experience, or are pronounced dead but are resuscitated, report a "bright light at the end of the tunnel"? It's a popular theory that this is your soul's entrance to Heaven, or something along those lines. Many religious fanatics love to use that in an argument for God, despite looking silly while doing so.
That's not what I believe.
I believe that, rather than it being your ascension to Heaven, it's death. We're all familiar with the phenomenon of dead people's eyes greying, could this be that "Bright light"? Could it be that, as the color fades from your eyes, so does your eyesight, until it fades into white?
Could that be all there is in the end?
No Heaven. No Hell.
Just death.
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The Broken Glass Beast Ruins Everything

ONCE, UPON A TIME...
I was about to make a fancy dinner for my family when I disovered that all the glassware in the kitchen had been smashed! I heard a sound like sharp metal scraping on the floor mixed with the sound of two wine glasses being pinged together. I turned around and there was the Broken Glass Beast! I took a hammer out of Dad's toolbox and charged towards it with murderous intent, but it farted in my general direction and took off.
THEND
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The Broken Window

As soon as I entered to Jake's bedroom, carrying a plate of pancakes and a glass of orange juice, I realized something was wrong.
"Hey there, buddy, are you finished with your little temper tantrum? I made pancakes...!" I announced as I opened the door.
As soon as I saw the room, I froze, dropping the plate and glass, which shattered on the floor. The room was empty, and the window had been smashed open, glass lying on the floor. What the...
"Jake? JAKE!?! Jake, where are you? Oh God, oh God no." I yelled desperately.
I tried not to panic, and attempted as hard as I could to remain calm. My mind flooded with questions. How hadn't I heard the window shattering? What should I do? Where the hell was Jake? I quickly raced out of the bedroom, and through the front door. Leaving the farmhouse, I sprinted into the driveway, and looked around. There was no one in sight, and there were no tire tracks in the mud. I glanced around desperately. The barn was still locked, the grassy fields that stretched on for miles were empty except for a few cows.
The woods! I turned to the left, seeing the thick woods in front of me. Without hesitation I sprinted into the trees.
"Jake! JAKE!" I screamed as I ran, desperately searching through the trees and leaves to see Jake. Tears streamed from my face as my mind raced through the worst possibilities. Then, thankfully, I saw him. He sat huddled next to a massive Oak tree, wearing his red rain jacket. He looked up at me, tears streaming from his face.
"JAKE! Oh, thank merciful God!" I said.
I quickly embraced him, squeezing him tightly so to never let him go. He sobbed into my shoulder pitifully, as I tried to calm him down.
"It's OK. It's OK. Let's go home."
"I... I want to see my mum and dad!" Jake sobbed.
"Oh, buddy. You know I can't do that." I said, picking him up.
"I miss my mum!" The child cried.
"No means no, mister."
I carried Jake back towards the house as he let out another flood of tears.
"I want to go home." Jake cried.
"Oh, we are going home. And this time, you're not leaving. Let's get your stuff moved down to the basement. We can't have you breaking windows and trying to escape any more, can we?"
Jake let out another sniffle, but I hushed him. I'd have to move his stuff down to the basement, and get bars for the windows and a lock for the door, but that would be only an hour's work at the most. And then, I'd have the whole day to play with my new buddy.
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The Brony

At any time, get on the internet and go to any website. Go on YouTube, Google, Tumblr, Facebook, whatever. Immediately or eventually, you will stumble upon many things related to My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Click any link it gives you.
You will immediately (or over nine-thousand years from then depending on the quality of your internet connection) be taken to one of the many breeding grounds for the worst people you will ever meet: bronies. No matter what you do, you will be dragged into a conversation with one of the bronies.
The brony will begin sharing with you his experiences as a brony, who he believes is the best pony, how he became a brony and why you should become one of them.
As soon as the brony begins to discuss why you should join him and his insane friends, you must simply and clearly say these words: "Sorry, but I am not interested in your fandom." After saying this, log off immediately and watch, play, read or listen to something without a mentally-troubled fanbase. After doing this, you must not return to the site until at least a week has passed or else the brony will catch up with you and pick up where he left off.
If you fail to cut off the brony at the right moment, he will persuade you to watch an episode of MLP. One will turn into two, two will turn into three, three will turn into rewatching the entire series fifteen times over again, you will buy endless amounts of merchandise, your computer files will be filled with ponies and you will have officially become one of them.
If you do as I instructed, you will gain the ability to tell good fanbases from shit ones.
That, my friend, is when you become one of us...
A Homestuck.
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