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I Accidentally Killed Slenderman

Okay so a few weeks ago I was haunted. I was trying to sleep when suddenly Jeff the Killer came out of the closet!
"I already knew you were gay," I said. "Now shut up and let me go to sleep!"
Then he killed me. I told him not to do that anymore, but he just doesn't listen.
So then the next day I went to some old abandoned (and supposedly haunted) park. That was when I met Slenderman. His appearance caused my video camera to glitch out, which I was really annoyed about.
"Will you stop that!"
He just stood there and stared. Or at least, I'm guessing that's what he was doing; it's hard to tell with a guy who doesn't have a face. I guess that's also why he never said anything. I mean, talking without a mouth is hard (unless of course you're a demonic hedgehog who twirls like a ballerina, but I'm getting off track here). Then suddenly, Slendy ran right towards me! I dodged out of the way, but he kept going. He ran into a tree and knocked himself out. I guess it's hard to see where you're going when you don't have any eyes.
After I got home, I slapped that stupid cut-into-his-face-with-a-knife grin off Jeff's face. Now it's a frown instead.
I went to watch one of his favorite movies, just for the heck of it. I don't remember much of it; I guess it was supposed to be cursed or something dumb like that?
But after I finished the movie, the phone suddenly rang. Which was weird, because I don't even own a phone, but I just shrugged it off as a glitch in the matrix and answered it.
"YOOOOU wILLLL DiES IN SEVEN DAYZ!!!!" some demonic voice said.
"Who the heck are you?" I asked. "And geez, you have horrible grammar!"
"WHaTZ R U TALKINNG ABOOT??? I hAave AWESUMZ GRAMERR!!!!!!!"
"Then why are your E's all done backwards? How the heck do you even do that in spoken language?!"
"SVEN DAYZ!!!!!!!!"
Then he hung up the phone. I then proceeded to perform an exorcism on it. Once the demon was out, I smashed it with a sledgehammer.
So I guess I have a phone now. And a very flattened demon stuck to my wall.
About a week later, I died. I hate when that happens.
Then, earlier this week, I met Jeff's dog, Smile. He was basically what would happen if Jeff and Doge did the nasty in my closet while on crack.
"Much curses. Such spread word. Wow."
And that was how I discovered the cure for antidisestablishmentarianism.
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I Am Godzilla

I am Godzilla.
I'm visible in your city, but if I can help it, I am invisible to you until it's too late. I know where you live. And guess what? I live there too. I hover around all of you. I know no color barrier, no religion, no morality, no currency. I speak your language fluently. And with every voice I take away, I acquire yet another language. I work very quickly. I work faster than Mothra, Gamera, and Jesus combined. And if you're happily married with children, I will make sure that you and your family die.
Your world will fall into my hands, and I will crush your city for my own self-gain. I don't sleep, so I make sure you don't either. I will make it virtually impossible for your family to easily attend a temple, birthday party, or public park without a struggle, without screaming, without pain. You have no way to get rid of me. Your scientists don't have the resources, and I relish their desperation. Your god is happier to pretend that I don't exist—of course, until the planet he created gets demolished. I am Godzilla. I have no interest in right or wrong. I derive great pleasure out of your fear. I will fight to take away your hope. I will plot to rob you of your children and your dreams. I will make sure that every day you wake up you will cry, wondering "What will become of my house when my family gets mauled by the King of the Monsters?"
And the truth is, I am still winning, and you are scared. And you should be. I am Godzilla. You ignored me. That was a mistake.
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I Am Insane

I can feel it. The feeling of loss. I have lost all sense of right and wrong, good and bad, safe and danger, even up and down. My vision is as though I'm in a permanent halfway dizzy spell. The world is tilting around me and my vision is cloudy and full of swirls. I wonder as to what it may be that is causing this, but I know in the small area of my mind that has yet to be corrupted.
I am Insane.
Crazy. Mad. A psycho. These words have passed for foul language here in this mental asylum. I use them constantly. That's what got me sent here. To the warden. He's not here yet, so I came here. This website that gave me so much joy and sent chills down my spine some time ago. I decided to take this chance to tell everyone my story. I'll try to the best of my ability as my mind melts and my brain falls to bits.
The nightmares have been haunting me for some time. Every time I fall into slumber I am awoken by the echoing screams. This was my one true fear. The nightmares were of my family and friends, everybody I care for screaming in pain. These screams drove me slowly psychotic. I admit it. Eventually, they all saw me in an awful light, and someone called the "men in white". They took me away. I was betrayed by the ones I tried to protect. Nobody tried to help me. All they do is try to visit and tell me that they're sorry. They aren't sorry at all, they do nothing to get me out of here. I'll admit I wasn't sane when I was dragged in here, but the screams and moans from the inmates here are pure torture and I feel my sanity slipping away even quicker. One day I'm going to escape here and murder the ones who sent me to this hell.
I just heard the warden. He's coming. What if I can manage to attack him? I could knock him out and rob him of his keys, he IS only human.
I'm going to do it.
I'm going to attack him.
I'm going to take his keys.
I'm going to escape.
I'm going home.
I'm going to kill my family and friends.
I am Insane.
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I Am Never

Hello, humans. I would like to introduce myself. My name is Never, as you can tell by the title. I am a being that is currently unknown to some people, though I have appeared in the dreams of a user named Flatomb878. He has been having recurring dreams about a nothing being, named Ziindread. I am however, in no relation of this creature. At least not yet...
I was found in Flatomb878's dream when he fell asleep on 12/20/11.
He was walking down stone stairs, and there was no absolute background other than that. Everything to the right and to the left was just pitch black, invisible to his eye. As he was walking down the stairs, he saw a wall that blocked his path. There was words carved onto the wall. It seemed to be a story titled "Never".
==Never==
Hello. I am an unknown being, but you can infer who I am. My origin is unknown to you, but you will soon find out. In fact, there is something you will find out right now, my appearance. Look behind you, you will see me there.
==The Appearance of Never==
My host (Flatomb878) looked behind himself, finding out that there was nothing there. He did, however, hear mumbling, presumably caused by me. He then looked back in front, and heard the same sound, again. He then looked back, and saw me there. I was laying on the floor, with no legs, no hands, a red rag covering my face, and a plain red shirt, at least that's what Flatomb878 thinks it is. His dream ended with a large mumble-scream. He also thinks he saw a silhouette of a being right after that.
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I Am Not Afraid!

"I'm heading to bed," I said. "Goodnight!" 
"Goodnight," they replied. "We'll be there in just a minute."
The boogeyman, puh-lease, as that song goes, "I ain't afraid of no ghost." I'm going to be 8 soon, I'm a big boy now. I don't have time for such kiddy scares as creepy crawlies or "The Slenderman." I took my night light out a long time ago, no need for it, since I will be a big brother soon.
As of now, it is only the three of us: me, my mom and my dad.
This following weekend, my dad had plans to take my mom somewhere before my little brother or little sister will arrive. Aunty Helen was going to baby-sit for the weekend but she came down with the flu and wasn't going to be able to come over.
My parents were let down that they were not going to be able to leave. I told them that I was a big boy now, and that big boys can take care of themselves. That didn't work. So I used the best trick in the book, harassing them about letting me stay home alone. like other mom and dads, they gave up and I won. This weekend I have the whole house to my self.
So Saturday came, I'm excited. They left this morning, leaving me money so that I could order some take out for supper, "to see if I was grown up." Like any responsible parent, they called me every other minute to check up on me.
That night something happened that normally wouldn't. I watched some horror movies. Normally my parents wouldn't let me watch them. I was sitting on our sofa couch, watching another movie, I had gotten into it, the black Merman thing was carrying the woman into his lagoon when it happened...
As I heard a loud noise, I screamed out loud. I thought my heart would jump out of my mouth. Looking out our extraordinarily large windows I saw that it was raining and the sound of thunder made me yelp. Maybe I'm not as brave as I thought I was.
Going through more movies I looked over at the digital clock, "4:44 AM" it read. I let out a yawn, as it was finally time to go to bed. I made sure all the doors and windows were locked, I turned out the light, until the only source of light in the living room was from a street lamp outside. With another yawn I began to walk out of the room.
"I'm heading to bed," I said. "Good night."
"Good night," they replied. "We'll be there in just a minute."
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I Am You

Look in the mirror, what do you see
You see yourself and you see me
You have your fun during the day
But when night falls, it's my turn to play
Sit down, relax and turn on the news
Forget about that story about a maniac on the loose
Blood stained clothes
Red as a rose
All of a sudden, there's a thump
A loud and noticeable bump
It's coming from the basement who could it be
Why don't you go down and take a peek
Creeping carefully down the stairs
A slight breeze blows in the air
Finally, you reach the basement, it's pitch black
You've come too far now, there's no turning back
Remember that maniac I mentioned before
Nevermind that, just open the door
No maniac here, just bodies all over the floor
Puddles of blood, guts, and gore
Sick at the site of this bloody tomb
You spot a mirror in the corner of the room
For some reason, you take a look
What you see in the murderous crook
I am the homicidal sociopath
I live within you, we both walk the same path 
Hell is probably where we go 
Sincerely yours, Your Evil Alter Ego
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I Am a Conservative Shitpile

This morning I was awoken by my alarm clock powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly regulated by the US department of energy.
I then took a shower in the clean water provided by the municipal water utility.
After that, I turned on the TV to one of the FCC regulated channels to see what the national weather service of the national oceanographic and atmospheric administration determined the weather was going to be like using satellites designed, built, and launched by the national aeronautics and space administration. I watched this while eating my breakfast of US department of agriculture inspected food and taking the drugs which have been determined as safe by the food and drug administration.
At the appropriate time as regulated by the US congress and kept accurate by the national institute of standards and technology and the US naval observatory, I get into my national highway traffic safety administration approved automobile and set out to work on the roads built by the local, state, and federal departments of transportation, possibly stopping to purchase additional fuel of a quality level determined by the environmental protection agency, using legal tender issued by the federal reserve bank. On the way out the door I deposit any mail I have to be sent out via the US postal service and drop the kids off at the public school.
Then, after spending the day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the workplace regulations imposed by the department of labor and the occupational safety and health administration, I drive back to my house which has not burned down in my absence because of the state and local building codes and the fire marshall's inspection, and which has not been plundered of all its valuables thanks to the local police department.
I then log onto the internet which was developed by the defense advanced research projects administration and post on freerepublic and fox news forums about how SOCIALISM in medicine is BAD because the government can't do anything right.
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I Am an Explorer

Hi there! My name is Michael Grover, and I am an explorer. Ever since I've been little, I've loved searching for new things. As a baby, my parents kept finding me in nooks and crannies around the house. "On the search" as they would say.
By the age of 5, I had been to every continent on the planet, barring Antarctica. For my 12th birthday, my parents got me diving lessons, and by the time I was 13, I could scuba dive to a depth of 40 meters, as well as go cave diving.
I got a pilot's license by the age of 17, and I learned to sail just before my 18th birthday. Instead of going to university, I decided to travel around South America, exploring its rich jungles and beautiful landscapes.
During my trip, I met my now wife who was also an explorer. For our honeymoon, we sailed around the Caribbean and we discovered 3 new islands which we named after the cats that I had growing up.
Over the course of my life, I have come across great treasures and wondrous experiences. But in all my life, and in all my travels, I'm afraid I have never come across a single person who cared about what you just said.
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I Am the Watcher

I am the watcher.
I am the naked prince in the sky.
I am the puppet master.
I am Vaaljeta, master of deceit!
Death had no effect
Upon the old ones and I.
We arrived upon a measly green planet called earth by its heretic plant-like beings.
Needless to say, we converted them all.
We ruled over all.
Those days were those to sing about.
They were days of legends.
Now the stars have died.
We are dead.
Yet I am still alive.
Yet I still reign.
Yet I still manipulate.
The minds of the meek are the minds of me.
The minds of the old ones belong to me.
The old ones are still alive.
Chaos will soon reign from each and every pore of my naked
Faceless
Hollow-eyed
Filth-crawling
Mind-Raping
Visage!
I am Vaaljeta!
The stars will align!
The stars shall align!
It is my will!
They are simply my puppets to toy with!
It is my will alone that will create certain death for all!
Chaos will be the lone survivor!
I will reign over all in my blood-cloaked throne of horrors
Watching all
Panic and shiver!
Clint Marsupial finished reading the tablet. It was a dark and dreary day in the city of witch-haunted Arkham and a deathly hush surrounded everyone. Recently, several men were found in the streets of Arkham cloaked in blood and robes. Among the bodies a copy of this parchment and a copy of the horrible tome, The Necronomicon were found amongst this carnage. Clint called people who were there on the scene of the crime and none responded. Clint asked people about what was going on and none had a clue. He figured it was just the air bringing out people's weirdness at first but he was a private eye. Private eyes were supposed to know more about these unnatural happenings. However, Clint Marsupial couldn't figure anything out any time he tried to figure something out. It was as if something was controlling him. Something was controlling him in fact. That something was controlling everyone. That something was eating people from inside from its nonexistent mouth. That something was destroying sanity with its visage of a naked man.
A naked man floating in space.
A naked man floating in space holding eyeballs in his arms
A mouthless, naked man floating in space holding eyeballs in his arms
A mouthless, naked man floating in space holding eyeballs in his arms waiting for the day when they will return, influencing thoughts and manipulating minds so none will know
When chaos reigns again!
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I Babysat A Zombie Dog And Smelled Something Weird

Hello besties of cruddynorest. Something insane happened to me this weekend. My friend, Lola Flafloon, and her family went out of town for the weekend and entrusted me with babysitting their darling dog, Fluufuu! She was the sweetest thing, so white and curly, and quiet, and well-behaved, thirteen years ago when she was still alive
But now, Fluufuu is a thirty year old zombie dog (she died at seventeen, if you can do math) she is gray and green, has one leg, and one eye, which is pretty much liquid. When she's happy, the bit of brain sticking out of her cracked skull pulsates so cutely!
She barks a lot because she has separation anxiety, and her breath smells like a rotting corpse! Maybe because she is. I had to feed her a whole watermelon for each meal. I also was told to reattach her tooth (the Flafloons lost the other ones) every time, cause it keeps coming out. She goes outside every ten minutes so her organs don't seep onto the floor. I'm honestly surprised she still has them, and that they're still wet, but she's always been a robust and well-loved girl!
The house is well stocked with candles, air freshener plugs, and Febreze (Febreeze? Well, the spray stuff. This isn't a paid advertisement!) so I hardly smell her rotting flesh. She slept on her giant plush horsie bed most of the day, so I got to catch up on some shows
It was about midnight and I was in the middle of watching Mobile Suit Gundarn and texting my sister. She wasn't responding but I wanted to keep bugging her. I told her I smelled bacon for no reason. It was weird because I hadn't made anything that smelled like that, and it was far different from rotting zombie dog stench
The most utterly horrifying thing, though, is that when my sister texted me back. She said she smelled bacon at the exact same time? Nobody else was awake at home. And we live almost thirty minutes away from the Flafloons!
I think we may have a bacon ghost on our hands! I'm not sure if I'll agree to pet sit for them again. I really don't want to have to smell bacon and deal with ghosts...
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I Can't Do It

I can't do it.
I can't.
I have done everything I could to stop it from happening, only to have everything blow up in my face.
I ran out of time.
Everyone is dead, and it's all my fault.
I wish I had never gone to find her.
If I knew that this would happen, I would have never left my home in the first place.
I let everyone down.
They all looked up to me for hope and protection, to make them happy in as little as possible, only to be killed.
I can't go back and fix this, because even if I do, this moon will still fall, and Termina will still be gone.
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I Can't Stop

I've been doing this for, like... 30 years, and I can't stop doing this.
I hate myself so much, sometimes I even cry when I am taking my bath. Why can't I stop? Why did God want me to be like this?
A monster. That's what I am. I've got a family. They are unhappy with me, but they don't really know who I am.
I pray to God a lot, and he let me kill these people. Why? Oh, God, why?
I never got caught by the police FOR 30 GODDAMN YEARS.
I am really a monster. Yesterday, I broke my son's fingers just because he broke my sport car. And it was Thanksgiving.
All right, this is enough, I want to get caught. I am going to give my location and my name.
I live in Miami.
My name is Arthur Mitchell.
Or you can call me "The Trinity Killer."
Note: You have to watch the TV series "Dexter" to understand this.
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I Caused The Whole Entire Universe To Freeze Except It Was Actually Evil Patrixxx

So I was just minding my own business, playing my favorite video game when all of a sudden everything froze on my PC and the screen turned into the blue screen of death crash. I was freaking out, thinking it was all my fault, but then I noticed that the world outside my window seemed to be frozen as well. It was like time had stopped or something.
That's when I realized it was the work of EVIL PATRIXXX!!!!!! He's always causing chaos and mayhem just for his own entertainment. I confronted him and was like: "Dude, come on man. This isn't funny. I have things to do!"
But EVIL PATRIXXX just laughed and said: "Too bad, because I'm EVIL PATRIXXX!!! And I do what I want."
I was frustrated, but I knew there was no arguing with him. So I just waited for him to finish his little tantrum. And eventually he got bored and fixed everything, returning the world back to normal.
But I was fed up with his antics. I told him: "You really need to stop pulling these stunts all the time. It's not cool man."
EVIL PATRIXXX just shrugged and said: "Yeah, yeah. I'll try to behave better or whatever." But I knew deep down that he was just a giant troll and he'd probably do it all again in a heartbeat.
But then, as I was walking away, EVIL PATRIXXX suddenly used his magic powers to make me die! I turned into a ghost, but somehow I was still able to write this story. Then EVIL PATRIXXX made my ghost die too, using his magic powers yet I am also still writing this. So, if you see EVIL PATRIXXX, do not talk to him or else he will kill you.
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I Could Be Anywhere

I could be behind you.
I could be next to you.
I could be the person who was walking next to you in your last shopping trip.
I could be that animal-shaped biscuit out of your cookie tin.
I could be your mother.
I could be your father.
I could be the guy behind your window when you have your curtains closed.
I could be the person on your wall poster.
I could be your best friend.
I could be the singer you last saw at a concert.
I could be your manager.
I could be the local police chief.
I could be a football player.
Except you can only differ me from the others when you see the ghastly glow in my eyes. But before you can look away, you're dead.
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